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I love your kakagai art and the tattoos you've shared are super cool!

Tysm thats very nice of you to say! I'm so glad you like my scribbles! Have some more

It's grandpa hours

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Seven: Oblivious Gays

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends go to homecoming.

            “You look fantastic, all of you,” said Lucifer, taking probably hundreds of photos of (Y/N) and their friends all dressed up for homecoming.

            “Thanks, Dad,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            They wore a black binder beneath a sheer top stitched with roses paired with a red suit jacket and black pants. Red heeled combat boots completed the outfit with black designs painted on.

            “So, remember, everyone, have a good time but don’t do anything I’d do,” said Lucifer cheerfully.

            “Birdie keeps us in line,” laughed Em. They wore an olive-green suit, but (Y/N) had attached bronze metal leaves around her neck and lapels.

            “But we’ll keep your advice in mind,” said Leon, nodding. He wore navy pants, a white shirt, and a jacket that extended into a billowing tail like smoke.

            “Still, we’re definitely gonna have a bit of fun,” laughed Marcel, hugging Leon’s arm excitedly. He wore a billowing blue shirt, the same hue as Leon’s coattails, and silver halter-styled jewelry.

            “Don’t give poor (Y/N) a heart attack, they’ve been doing enough,” said Olive, shaking her head at Marcel. She wore a pink dress stitched in an old-fashioned style.

            “Yes, (Y/N) has been very strong in the past few months,” said Lucifer, smiling at (Y/N).

            They shrugged and looked away, embarrassed. “I’m fine.”

            “Fine? You took on an angel. Twice. You’re better than fine, you’re awesome in my eyes,” said Noa, looping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders affectionately. They wore a white jacket and pants with a corset top underneath.

            “2-0!” cheered Olive.

            “I’m not aiming for a third,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “Please don’t,” said Em protectively.

            “That wouldn’t be the best idea,” agreed Leon.

            “Hopefully, my brother will retreat for good,” said Lucifer. “But I will handle the problem if he returns.” He smiled. He would defend (Y/N) as fiercely as they had done for him. He clapped. “But for tonight, enjoy yourselves and don’t think about such sour things!”

            “Good idea,” said Noa, clapping Leon and Em on the shoulders. “Come on, sour-pusses, let’s go and party.”

            “Bye, Dad,” said (Y/N), waving as Olive pulled them out.

            “Have a nice night,” said Lucifer, raising a hand in a wave. After everything they’d gone through, they deserved a nice time.

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            “By the way, (Y/N), your designs turned out amazing,” said Olive, twirling.

            “Yes, your work is always impressive,” said Leon. “But your work for today is better than ever.”

            “I finally had some inspiration,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “We’re glad to have you back,” said Em, nudging them. “What would we do without the creativity and vivacity of our Birdie?”

            “I think you mean ‘sass’ and ‘bull-headedness,’ ” teased Marcel.

            “Ha-ha,” said (Y/N) sarcastically. “Go and dance if you’re going to be mean.”

            “Just telling the truth,” chirped Marcel. He grinned. “But I do want to dance. Leon?” He extended a hand.

            Leon glanced at it and nodded. He rose and took Marcel’s hand. Marcel happily dragged him away to the dance floor as “Murder on the Dancefloor” began to play.

            “Not much of a romantic song,” said Olive.

            “They’ll make do,” said Noa, smiling.

            “They have been spending a lot of time together, recently,” said Em.

            “More than usual,” agreed (Y/N). “I think Marcel kept asking Leon to help him study to flirt.”

            “Not that it worked,” laughed Noa. “Marcel came over to my place and threw himself on my bed to complain that they’d spend the entire day reviewing French conjugation.”

            “Was he trying to learn to flirt in Leon’s native language?” laughed Em.

            “That plan backfired,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “Not that anyone here can flirt any better,” said Olive.

            Em turned red, and (Y/N) crossed their arms. Noa cocked their head.

            “Huh?” said all three.

            “Unbelievable,” muttered Olive. She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Come on, you three, no sense in sitting here moping. Let’s have a good time.”

            “That’s what Lucifer would do, though,” joked Noa.

            “Taking his example every once in a while isn’t so bad,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “How do you think they turned out so cool?” said Em. “Only a crazy guy like Lucifer could raise (Y/N).”

            “That was less of a compliment than you thought it was,” laughed (Y/N), but they headed towards the dance floor with Em, Olive, and Noa.

            “Maybe not,” teased Em, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand and dragging them to dance.

            As the music played, the group danced and jumped, singing wildly along with the songs. It was nice to have a free moment with no stress or pressure, just fun and friends. After everything they’d been involved in, it was nice for (Y/N) to have a moment of peace. They were with their closest friends and their crush, swinging around to a great song with a smile on their face. It was fantastic.

            They wished the moment would never end.

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            “Hey, guys?” called Noa over the music, which had switched to “Dance the Night.”

            “What?” responded Olive.

            “Marcel and Leon aren’t here,” said Noa. “I don’t know when they left.”

            “Let’s go and look for them,” said Em.

            “What if they’re just…having a good time?” said (Y/N).

            Everyone stared at them.

            “Yeah, no, I’m a busybody, let’s go,” said (Y/N).

            Em laughed and led the group into the hall to try to find Marcel and Leon. They peered around, but all they found were some cliques uninterested in dancing hanging out.

            “Oh, hey, guys, we thought you were still dancing,” said Marcel, rounding a corner and seeing them. Leon stood beside him, and they held his hand.

            “We were. We didn’t realize you two had left,” said Olive. “But we shouldn’t have worried.” She grinned.

            Leon coughed and looked away shyly. “We were just having a discussion.”

            “Uh-huh, yeah,” said Noa, smirking.

            “Good for you guys,” said Em, grinning.

            “At least you two won’t be pining after one another again,” said (Y/N).

            “And Marcel doesn’t have to ask for you to teach him French to try to flirt,” joked Noa.

            Leon blinked. “That was an attempt to flirt? I thought he was failing French.”

            Marcel sighed. “You beautiful, oblivious idiot.”

            “I thought you said you liked me?” said Leon.

            “I absolutely do,” said Marcel, squeezing Leon’s hand. “Even if you’re the hardest person to flirt with.”

            “Oblivious gays,” said (Y/N), laughing. Still, that’s one couple down. They glanced at Olive and Noa. Hopefully those two will get a move on. They looked at Em. …I’m still a coward, so nope.

            It seemed (Y/N) was also an oblivious gay idiot who didn’t realize that Em asking them to a dance twice could be interpreted as interest rather than friend being kind.

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            (Y/N) and Em waved at Noa.

            “Thanks for dropping us off,” said Em.

            “No problem,” said Noa, yawning.

            “Don’t fall asleep, you still have to take me home,” said Olive from the front seat next to them.

            “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get home safely,” said Noa, smiling.

            “Bye,” called (Y/N) as they drove away. They crossed their arms and looked at Em. “Well, this explains why Marcel drove himself.”

            “True, he knew he was making a move on Leon,” said Em, nodding. “So what do you think they’re up to now?”

            “Marcel always talked about seeing the stars, so maybe a park. That would be a cute post-homecoming date,” said (Y/N).

            “They’re going to be insufferably adorable now, aren’t they?” laughed Em as they walked inside.

            “Probably,” agreed (Y/N) in amusement, dodging around the people in Lux. “But who knows, maybe it’ll get Olive and Noa to confess to each other.”

            “They need to get a move on,” said Em. “It’s so obvious that it hurts.” Just like you not noticing my feelings for you.

            “Right? Noa was texting me like crazy yesterday about how they weren’t sure how to confess since Olive is always flitting around saying hi to people and her others friends at school during homecoming and parties where she knows people,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “Noa isn’t sure how to get that social butterfly alone for a second.”

            “Olive is just as oblivious,” laughed Em. She held their phone. “She already texted me saying that she said she and Noa should go for a late-night drive before heading to bed and put on a gay love song and Noa is just singing along because it’s gay and not noticing Olive.”

            “Let me guess, Olive is just staring at them because they’re that handsome to her?” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah,” said Em, shaking their head and laughing. “Gay panic took over.”

            “I guess we’ll have to get them alone with the right atmosphere,” said (Y/N), stepping into the elevator.

            “What are you, a matchmaker?” said Em, pressing the button for the penthouse.

            “Just someone tired of everyone pining,” said (Y/N). “At least Marcel took charge.” They groaned. “Olive and Noa are at least doing really well, but Dad and Chloe are having trouble again.”

            “Michael’s fault?” said Em.

            “Probably goes back to him, yeah,” huffed (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            “Hey, relax, it’s like you always say, ‘it’ll work out,’ ” said Em, reaching out and touching (Y/N)’s arm.

            “I’m usually bullshitting that stuff,” said (Y/N).

            “And yet you’re always right,” said Em. Her other arm went out and she held (Y/N) firmly by the arms. “Chloe needs time to process being given immunity to Lucifer’s gift from God. Sound like a familiar situation?”

            “…It sounds like her finding out he’s the devil,” admitted (Y/N).

            “Exactly. And that just took time to process,” said Em. “It’s going to be fine.” They squeezed (Y/N)’s arms comfortingly and retracted them as the doors to the penthouse opened.

            “I hope it works out soon,” said (Y/N). “I mean, I know they can’t be together since Lucifer has to return to Hell, but they both deserve to know about the other’s feelings. It’s clear they care about each other.”

            “As clear as our friends liking each other,” agreed Em.

            As clear as me liking you, thought (Y/N) and Em.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat. “Listen, Em, we keep talking about others and their relationships, yeah?”

            “We do,” said Em. “Because they’re idiots who just need to confess and be happy.”

            “Right,” said (Y/N), facing Em completely. “But I think there’s a few more people who need to be honest.”

            “Really?” said Em nervously. Am I about to be called out and rejected?!

            Okay. Okay, you can do this. If you’ve faced the Goddess of all creation, you can do this! “Em, listen, I think you’re really great. Really. You’re my best friend,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re my best friend, too,” said Em. They swallowed. Even if they were going to be just a friend to (Y/N), they deserved to know she cared. “And you are probably the best person I’ve ever met—even when you were a human.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Yeah. Even when we fought, I always respected you. And that’s why I want to be honest. Emeranne, I—”

            “Hello, you two, did you have a good night?”

            Em and (Y/N) jumped as Lucifer appeared from his room with a wide smile. Em turned red and groaned, turning away. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and their eyebrow twitched.

            Lucifer blinked, clueless to what he had interrupted. “Is everything alright?”

            (Y/N) turned to face him, and the shadows raised around them.

            “U-Uh, (Y/N)?” said Lucifer hesitantly.

            “You’re the most annoying parent I’ve ever met,” said (Y/N), the shadows lashing out around them as they stomped away.

            Lucifer looked at Em. “What did I do?”

            Em just groaned, still flustered, and buried their red face in their hands. So close!

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[remingtonisleithal]

Vic Fuentes x reader angst??

Sorry it took a bit!! I hope this is OK :)

i might make a series with this? I'm not sure.

Hell Over Me

Pairing: Vic Fuentes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING suicidal ideation, self harm, alcoholism. It's super angsty but with a happy ending because I can't handle sad endings (though the ending is mildly crappy I wasn't sure how to finish it.)

Summary: After a nasty break up the reader is suicidal, but Vic manages to save her in time.

Author's Note: This does have a happy ending, and please do not read if it will trigger you!! Look after yourself, and I hope you enjoy :) if you like this, please reblog! xo Also thank you to @smiling-girl for proof-reading!

Days had passed without a second of comfort, the nights without a moment of sleep. What are you supposed to do when you break the heart of someone who means so much to you? When you break your own heart? When you fear your heart is beyond repair?

It had been 2 days since Y/N left. She'd never forget the way her hand fell out of his. His voice, barely above a whisper, “please”. The way it rained, the sky crying with her.

She took a ragged breath and wiped her tearless eyes. Maybe she had spent all her tears on him too fast, and now it was over, there were no more tears to cry. Nothing. Just the twinge of pain that comes from an empty soul. Standing up, she wandered her dark apartment to the kitchen, haunting her own house as though she was one of the ghosts in her head herself.

The tequila burnt her throat, but she gulped down more shots straight from the bottle. Hating the taste. Loving the memories. Praying to forget them. All it took after was a lolly to settle her stomach. Meals are overrated, after all, and the lollies should mask the scent. She hoped at least.

The music wasn't loud enough to drown out the voices in her head, but just loud enough to ease her pain and not wake her roommate. She wanted to be alone, but since she wasn't able to, this was the next best thing. The flashing of the music video on the TV gave her comfort, and she had a terrible, brilliant thought. All things come to an end. And it's not like people expected her to be OK. Everyone thought she was going to die. Maybe this time it would work.

She drank more. With enough alcohol she could forget, or at least sleep. But the damn bottle was stuck, and she wasn't drinking more tequila, that stuff was nasty. Or maybe it was nasty because of the last time she drank it?

Without thinking, Y/N scratched her arm, the clothing of her sleeves gently rubbing against a scab. That's when it hit her. Once more. She was fighting herself. She was clean for a few days. She could make it. She needed the blood dripping down her arm, the sting of relief. NO. No she couldn't, wouldn't. She needed to...

Y/N sat down. She picked up her pocket knife. It was going blunt, but after enough pressure it would do enough damage. She felt the cool metal on her skin when the song on YouTube changed.

Do you know,

I could your heart beats before you sleep?

I grind my fingernails to bone,

Bulls In The Bronx, by her favourite band, Pierce the Veil. Well of course they were her favourite band. Her boyfri- ex, was the singer.

But he was her best friend too. He'd hate it if he knew she was cutting again. Then again, what the fuck, he wasn't going to see. She had to do something. She wasn't getting better, she wasn't healing, hell, she was meant to be broken. She couldn't do it. She needed to go. She needed to get away, away, away.

She threw her shoes on and ran out the door, not bothering to get her keys. It didn't matter. Nothing did. And she ran. She ran until her lungs burnt and she ran some more. She ran until her legs threw her to the ground, and she wasn't puffing anymore, but sobbing hysterically.

When Y/N finally caught her breath, she looked around her surroundings. She was on a bridge, just off the deserted highway. She stepped closer to the railing. The cold air froze her, as she stood against the railing. Her mind raced with the thoughts of how easy it would be to crawl over. To jump. She could fly before she falls... It would all be over.

But she wouldn't go without a word. She promised Vic she would say goodbye if she ever tries one more time. So she pulled out her phone. Straight to voicemail. Well, she thought, maybe it's better this way. I'm not sure I'd have answered either.

“Uh, hey, Vic, it's me. Y/N,” Vic listened to the love of his life's voice break on the other end of the phone. “I, uh. You said to call you. If it ever gets this bad again. So that's what I'm doing. I guess you're busy though,” Vic felt his heart drop in his chest. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I know you're better off without me, even if you tell me otherwise, I'm just not good for you OK? I'm too broken. I guess I need to say I'm sorry for the pain I will cause, too. I'm a bad person. I always hurt people anyway, but maybe I won't hurt you anymore after this.” her voice cracked, and she sounded high pitched as she said “I'm sorry. I still love you. I always will. It's not your fault, OK? I just. I'm not that strong anymore. I'm sorry. Goodbye, Vic.” the voicemail ended, and Vic felt like he was about to throw up. He grabbed his car keys and started to drive without even thinking where he was going.

Y/N hung up. She took a deep breath in. The wind rustled around her, and she felt the kind of peace that only comes with finality. This was how it was going to be.

She started to climb the railing, when she realised her phone was ringing. On autopilot, she pulled out her phone and checked the screen.

Vic.

She didn't want to answer, didn't want to face any of it. But he deserved a real goodbye. She answered the phone and before she could say “I'm sorry” Vic spoke first.

“Y/N listen to me where are you??” The concern was thick in his voice and Y/N could hear the car running over the phone.

“Ah, the bridge, down from the park with the chip shop.” Y/N answered before she could stop herself. It was too hard to say no to Vic. She didn't want to face reality. She wanted it all to end. Still, she stepped away from the ledge and sat on the curb, waiting anxiously and hoping for the courage to jump or live. Anything was better than this hell.

The air was cold but Vic felt no such ice as he stopped the car in the middle of the deserted bridge, getting out and running to meet Y/N. When he got close he didn't break his stride, merely crashed into her in a tight hug. It was like he squeezed all the pain and horror out of her, and left Y/N with only the feeling of her favourite person around her. She wished once more to apologise, to get back together. But she felt maybe she wasn't meant for love.

Vic pulled his head away to look at Y/N, still arms tight around her waist.

“NEVER do that again, do you understand?” He searched her eyes. Y/N looked away. “Please,” he said, voice shaking, “please don't leave me. I can't lose you.”

Y/N didn't trust her voice to respond, so instead snuggled her head tight into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt.

“I'm so sorry Vic, I'm so sorry.” She cried into his chest, and he pulled her impossibly closer, tears streaming down his own face.

“It's OK, Y/N. It's OK. I'm here, OK?” He said, drawing circles on her back with his thumb. “I love you. I'm always here for you. Just please, don't go.”

They stood there shaking and crying into each other's arms, relieved, scared, a million emotions battling inside them. Vic was the first to break.

“I heard your voice mail,” he said softly. “All of it. I want you to know-”

“Please, don't say it, don't say anything. I don't want to take you down with me.” Y/N interrupted.

Vic ignored this.

“Y/N. I love you. And I'd rather be in hell with you than in heaven without.”

Vic brushed stray hairs out of Y/N's face, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which Y/N returned.

The rest of the night was spent at Vic's house, talking, kissing and enjoying each other.

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[importantkidspyfarm]

The Next 365 Days (2022)

This series has been a rollercoaster. And this final installment has been a series of those slanting turns that feel like they will turn into loops but never do. That said I will miss this.

This is no real order. Just my brain processing what I'm watching.

Spoilers. Duh!

Massimo be threatening anybody.

So how long do you stay after the decree is handed down? Until either party can't handle the awkwardness?

Massimo won't bang her because she got shot, but had no problem banging her for hours when she had a heart condition.

Plot, actual plot!

Not shoes on the bed. oh no no no no!

Laura is dedicated to these Fiacchi drawers.

Shower in the same space as the master suite seems sexy, until Aunt Irma comes to visit and you've got a clot coming out.

What's the NDA like for house staff?

Be quiet? Sir they were behind a thin curtin in a metal tube, 20,000 feet in the air, listening to you get a very aggressive blow job from a random flight attendant. Trust and believe sex with your wife is the most normal thing they could hear.

Also there is an employee orgy in this movie.

I love the intimacy of Laura and Olga's friendship.

Once again, every pair of sunglasses is fire.

The music is better.

The Torricelli's are in the business of Drugs, clubs(dance, strip, & both), restaurants, gambling, blackmail, and wine. Diversify.

Labels restaurant bad, proceeds to show delicious looking food, attentive service and nice atmosphere.

No Domenico sexiness? Really no Domenico. Instead we get a bunch more Tommy. Who the fuck even is that? It's bull shit.

We should've seen Laura and Massimo dance together.

We never see them happy and domestic together.

That whispered "My fault". Whew.

Him carrying her to bed. Aww.

Smart houses. Bad idea. When the wifi goes out the house is done for.

Him in them low sitting black track pants go straight the vagina every time.

Mass: Leave.

Laura: Stay.

Me as the stripper:

Should've done a handy at the club. Also the song is good.

Not her happy and smiling in the Nacho fantasy. Uh oh.

Wake up head. The best.

No marmalade for you.

Who is Giuseppe and how is he still alive if he keeps fucking up?

Massimo in the shower. Give me more.

He tossed that band and them glasses down like a toddler.

What man thought having business meeting in strip clubs was cool? He needs to be on a list. That's weirdo behavior.

Someone get Olga a brush. Three movies and not once have they combed her hair.

They really said let's make Laura and her new business partner look exactly alike. I was so confused.

So much Domenico and Olga wedding planning only to see no wedding.

This was very light on the ho antics.

Why is Domenico not the guy at the tennis court. Tommy is a little too fresh with Massimo for me.

Since when did Olga start calling her Lari? 2 whole movies not once all of a sudden she never says Laura. Same for Olo.

Not this heffa shoulder checking my man. He has the right to be upset. He didn't cheat on you and you ran off with another man.

What the fuck is this coked up sex orgy? Are you all not coworkers. What's Monday like? *avoiding eyes because you're sure watching your colleague get his ass are made your dick just a little harder*

Blowhole tits gimp.

Tommy left so quick. He said, "I have a wife and a new born at home. Y'all be easy."

I love Massimo resisting temptation as he has flashbacks to the night at the club with Laura.

I'll hide you with my body. Proceeds to scream and draw attention to self.

Olga is not they type of friend you take everywhere.

I thought the designer was banging Nacho.

He was cute.

Why is Olga getting the fashion expo invitation. Why not the designer and why is she not going? What is Laura's position here?

The designer hates Laura. Why did she sell a portion of the business if she wasn't interested? Was it blackmail? Was she desperate for the money?

I'm genuinely upset that she cheated. On the verge of tears. I need to go touch grass

Thought that was Laura and Mass having make up sex. Very disappointed it was not.

The state of this hotel room. Clean it up.

Marcello! I thought his name was Ignacio hence Nacho. Maybe it's his middle name.

That's not his sister! They were necking.

I thought Domenico was going to show up with a sexy surprise for Olga. At least catch her flirting with other guys and fuck it out of her.

Three indecipherable accents. Polish, Italian, and Spanish.

Dream Nacho be putting it down.

That white dress was so boring.

The fashion show clothes were good.

Weren't they in Lagos for a business meeting?

Shadow of a man. He spent two weeks with her.

Finds out "brother" kidnapped and plotted to kill woman. Not speaking for a week is punishment enough.

Nacho keep him a job. Gardener, now cabbie.

Pacing! The lack of it is irritating.

They made Olga very annoying this movie.

Since when was Laura a motorcycle chick.

Her parents house is nice.

I'm not the only one who thought she was going to get in the fountain at Nachos house, right?

Real Nacho put it down.

This beach scene is giving the boat scene a run for its money.

"I'm not like him, I won't force you to do something". You got him there Nacho. Get your girl.

Did Mass see them fucking at the beach?

Ooh, mad Mass is kinda hot.

How is she mad at him? Not only did he not cheat on you, he also found out you were pregnant and lost the baby. Then finds out you're falling in love with someone else and he killed his twin brother. He is going through a lot. And still not once has she asked him how he's doing.

For a mafia dons wife she loves having him not know where she is. Idk about you but after two kidnappings and two murder attempts I'd want my husband to be able to find me.

That hotel stationery was nice.

Her crying after he leaves is a really good moment.

Where is the heart problem!?!?

Nacho describing how he fell in love with her. I'm crying.

Nacho risking all out war for this broad just to get that heart broke. Suck his dick from the back.

Why can't she have both? Let this woman live!

If you think your friends husband is going to kill her why are you letting her go back to the house?

Nacho is finna drive them off a cliff!

Not him getting out the cab. Oh he messy

I need Nacho to have a love interest outside of Laura and his sister.

Have the mom make pierogi. A callback.

They really cut the brat x daddy kink out after the first one. Which is weird because that’s what draws people to the series. Sure it’s not my thing (Laura get out the fountain, you’re an adult) but I’ll risk the kink occasionally. And sneaking out to go to dinners doesn’t count .

Mom is right, women should be a little selfish in relationships.

Are they about to kiss? OMG OMG OMG! Laura, you selfish bitch! Go back to sleep.

I for sure thought she was about to get kidnapped at lunch with her dad. By the nosy nuns.

Is Laura famous in Poland? Them nuns was staring hard. I know that one was Blanka.

Did Laura tell her parents the whole story or did she leave out both kidnappings? And the murders.

I know that's not how this ends. Where is their final sex scene?

I know the credits not about to roll.

Not with a bang but with an, "Are you back, Baby Girl?".

Massimo and Laura only have sex twice! And one fake out. That's bull shit. I didn't need to see the nameless designer bang fake Nacho.

When does that English translation of the third book come out because, baby, I need these plot holes filled.

I'm going to miss this series so much. Thank the gods for rewatching.

#the next 365 days #365 days movie #michele morrone #anna maria sieklucka #blanka lipińska #mafia romance #romance movies #daddy x brat #brat x daddy #massimo x laura #don massimo torricelli #massimo torricelli #nacho matos #laura x nacho #nacho x laura #netflix #simone susinna

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My <Harsh> thoughts/headcanons of your faves

Yes I'm serious so take a seat and get ready. I firmly belive a lot of these are Canon in my heart and cannot be persuaded otherwise.

This will be multi Fandom but I'm starting with genshin because I have a lot to say about certain characters. Also, this may be multi parts and some of this won't be explained.

Kamisato Ayato

Look I know he's some dude everyone loves but like. I can't wrap my head around it. If you think you can help. Please entertain me with it.This man has the most cocky attitude and that isn't even the part that makes me mad.

He has a piss kink.

Would let the right man/woman piss on him and would give EXTRA MONEY if it's stinky

He doesn't shower or bathe often

I wouldn't ever put it past him to not only wear shoes in bed, but to wear dirty white socks on freshly cleaned bedsheets

His bed is dirty. Like. Crunchy dirty.

He gives off high school guy using way too much axe Apollo body spray in the middle of the Hallways to poorly cover up his man must after gym class

Take petty and smart and dial it to to the thousands. He's a smart stink bag

He uses a cringey baby voice with his partner. Don't even fucking try telling me otherwise.

Probably calls himself daddy towards his partner too.

Smells like a wet beach towel

He would eat expired food. <this one pains my soul>

Raiden Shogun

Honestly I do not give a flying fuck how hot she is or what her past is. I'm aware of most of it but still don't get it tbh. Game wise she's cool but in the lore she makes me mad and confused

She quite literally fits the definition of "stick up your ass"

Unjustified and over the top rage. It's calling sister issues. Not even mommy issues

Immature and old as hell

Scatterbrained

She can't read.

She showers, but she takes 4 fucking hours and takes them twice a day without telling anyone so she'll be gone during important times and kill anyone who tells her that

A bad mother. I know you can't read but bro. Get somebody to write your son a damn letter before sending him out next time like??? Going back to the scatterbrained piece lol

Anyone and everyone is on her shit list. No fetus or dust bunny is safe.

Has the same energy of the try hard super competitive kid in gym class that takes all the fun out of the games.

Would purposely step on your phone if it fell on the floor (especially if she's in heels)

She eats uncooked rice as a snack.

Smells like metal 24/7

She really doesn’t understand affection so she bully flirts at best.

Tartaglia <Childe>

I love him and plan on pulling for him in his next rerun but bro the shit I have going on in my head either makes me laugh or mad.

Has freckles

Like to fight pretty women when he's bored so he can get choked out by thighs

Has arthritis/ something like that

Can and will eat anything for the right price <or if you say "i dare you" "you wont">

He's the "where's my hug at"guy but not creepy.

He’s literally just a hyper pit bull, and he does need a leash.

He was and still is a leash kid.

All his shoes wither and fall apart at the soles up. Shoe stores and repair men love him

Would get into bar fights

Cuts his own hair at 3AM with no back mirror

Has gotten into an argument about why the flame in a match doesn't have a shadow with the entire universe

Despite his vision. He doesn't like to drink water. Anything but that.

The closest he’ll get to regular water is flavored water

Can't ride a bike. At all.

Cries at sad scenes of shows or movies like someone shot his dog

Impulsively twerks on people he considers close.

Can and will torment his siblings. Had probably thrown one into a river before

Looks like a twink. But probably eats ass too. Don't question me.

Super easy to rile up. Try gaslighting him. It's funny.

Can't read Roman numerals.

Breaks shit at fatui headquarters a lot and finds people to fix them for cheap

If he has any close friends. He breaks into their homes often to take naps, eat or leave shit there.

Gojo Saturou

I know nothing about this man so it’s purely the vibe I get from him and some of. May be off due to the fact that I’ve only seen fan stuff of him- ANYWAYS TO THE FUN PART BELOW

Personally think he’s a perv. But like. Hell only make perverted jokes to friends or complete strangers

Has a vast knowledge of the human body and fixated on the nervous system for like 3 years

Makes dick jokes.

I feel like this man has ADD/ADHD he just reeks of it. Look at him!!!

Has a raging secret foot fetish. Like. You wouldn’t guess it about him. But he has it.

Sleep talker

He’s very clean. But dear gods he smells either really good like. Has that amazing jaw dropping cologne or he smells like 10 cans of bounce that ass fucked a dumpster fire on a hot summer day and no there isn’t an in between

Despite using the eye cover a lot he falls a lot.

He can’t swim. But if it’s canon he can. You’re lying

Eats raw pasta. For fun.

Chews on plastic. And has accidentally swallowed pieces of it multiple times too

Asks questions with obvious ass answers. Most times it’s genuine, but others it’s to be an ass

Would use “🥺” emoji un ironically

An instigator. Til death may he never stop.

Uses that baby talk shit. He’d baby talk his partner. Sorry I don’t make the rules

#writing #genshin impact #jjk gojo #oneshots #tartagalia genshin impact #genshin impact raiden #bnha aizawa

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My Beloved: Ch. 2

A Hero is Born Pt. 2

After talking over where to go with Pigsy, we all got into his food truck and took off. Unfortunately, there wasn't much room. My breathing was shallow in such a tight space and Mei began patting my back. "You doing okay, Lian?"

"Fine. Never better." I squeaked, trying my best to keep it together. For as long as I could remember, I've never quite liked my spaces. Call me a claustrophobe, you'd be right. "Maybe if we still had the delivery cart, some of us could've gone in there."

"It's not my fault! I was being chased by a fire demon!" MK argued as Tang leaned over the driver.

"Pigsy, watch where you're going, you're gonna kill us!" He stressed while MK tried to wriggle over to there side.

He opened up his book. "Yeah, we gotta  get to Flower Fruit Mountain without getting smushed in a car crash. All we need to do is drive through an entire ocean. Simple." He explained, like driving through the ocean was an option for us.

This was getting to be too much for me. "I can't do it. Pigsy, I'm going up."

The chef looked up at me as I shuffled past Mei. "Again?! You're gonna go flying."

"Better than dying in here!" I shouted, lowering the window to scramble onto the top of the truck. "Don't do what I'm doing, kids!"

"Wait, she's done this before?"

I gripped onto the truck for dear life as Pigsy drove like a madman. The scent of salt water hit my nose as we approached our destination. It'd been a while since I've seen Sandy. Part of me was worried he'd scare the kids, or threaten anyone if they looked at him the wrong way. He's always been a little too angry, I recommended therapy to him once.

My thoughts were pulled to an abrupt stop as Pigsy slammed the breaks. Not anticipating the sudden stop, I went flying to the ground with a thud.

"Li!" MK jumped out of the truck and rushed to my side where I laid face down, one arm over my back like I was dead.

I looked up at him with a smile. "I'm okay. I have high pain tolerance."

Helping me to my feet, the group looked up at the ship on the harbour. The others grew nervous as we boarded the boat. I wasn't quite sure how Sandy would react to all of this, it had been some time since we'd last seen him. Once we saw him and managed to explain everything, he finally spoke.

He hadn't really seemed to have changed that much, he was still the rippling blue hulk like before. "That's a lot to take in." He threw his butcher knife into the sink, the utensil lodging itself in it. "You know what I do to people who disrupt the peace?"

"Serve them tea!"

"What?" I deadpanned as the once scary blue man became jolly. He held out a set of tea to us, offering everyone a hot blend of tea.

I stared on in shock while Mei and Tang teased Pigsy. "It's my own blend of anti-stress fruits. It really brings the heart rate down."

"...I'd like some of that too, Sandy." I raised my hand, the man bringing a cup over to me.

As I took a sip, Pigsy slammed his hands down on the desk. "Sandy! What happened to you? Where's the angry, glass-chewing, fist-throwing buddy I used to know?" The pig was set down by our old friend with a smile.

"Oh well, my therapist said I really needed to calm down. That's why I started drinking tea. Doing yoga. Investing in therapy cats. Really helps. Oh, don't you, Mo?" He held up a blue cat with his same ginger mohawk. Wow, he actually took my advice.

Funny enough, it didn't take much to get Sandy to help us. In no time, we were sailing across the ocean at intense speeds.

Once we were on the move, I got above deck and looked out over the city. In the distance over a building, I could spot a glint of metal. It looked to be a robotic bull, watching us depart. We'd have to be careful.

"Watcha looking at, Lian?" Mei peeped over my shoulder, and I turned to face her with a smile.

"Just looking at the city. Come on, let's see if Sandy needs any help maintaining the boat." I explained, taking her hand and going back below deck. There wasn't much point in pointing out the bull. She wouldn't be able to see it from here and I didn't want her to ask me why I could.

A few hours into our travels, the gloom of the city was replaced by a sunny sky and fluffy clouds dispersed here and there. I sat across from Mei on the deck while MK trained with the staff.

Well, it was more playing than training. "Halt, evil monster! I must thwart thee, for I am the Monkey Ki-aAA—" He lost his balance as the staff extended, nearly hitting Mei directly in the head.

The girl remained smiling nonetheless. "Woo! That was awesome!"

"Sorry, Mei!" MK called as I got up. He tried picking the staff up again only for it to maneuver out of control and hit him square in the face.

I gently took the staff from the boy as he groaned. "I think I'll hold onto this for now."

The boy groaned, rubbing his head before his eyes locked onto something behind me. "We're here! Flower Fruit Mountain!" I followed his line of sight, impressed by how he could see the green mountains past the line of volcanic geysers.

Wait.

A geyser erupted beside the boat, sending the boat to lurch on its side. Everyone gave a shout, holding onto whatever was closest to stay on and not fall into the water.

Once the boat steadied itself, Sandy got onto the deck with us. "Welcome to the Flaming Mountains, gang! A volcanic ring surrounds the mountain making it virtually impassable. This path is the only safe way through. That's as close as the boat can get. Just... be careful." He warned.

He and Tang stayed behind on the boat while Mei, Pigsy, MK and I got off to get past the volcanoes. Pigsy followed behind, expressing his discontent. "Stupid Sandy. Stupid Tang. Staying cozy in his stupid boat. What did I do to deserve this, Noodle Gods?" Like they wanted to answer him, a geyser went off in front of him and I jumped between him and the geyser.

"Pigsy, you could've stayed on the boat too. I'm okay with taking these two over." I put a hand on his shoulder as he calmed down, but he shook his head.

He grumbled. "There's no way I'm leaving the both of them to go through a volcanic ring of death."

"Careful, you two!" Mei called back. "Eeeeh! You gotta wonder why Monkey King decided to live here of all places." She wondered aloud before gasping. I followed her gaze only for my eyes to narrow at the sight before us. A shadow of a figure arose from the smoke surrounding us, though MK didn't notice.

"You know, when Monkey King had to get through the flaming mountains, he actually used Princess Iron Fan's fan to..." We finally made eye contact as he trailed off, confused by our warnings. The figure chuckled, and he wasn't confused for long.

The Princess herself chuckled darkly. "Well, well, well, aren't you a little Monkey King fanboy." As she spoke, lava spewed from behind her, giving her a flaming source to dip her fan in.

I quickly ran past MK. "Staff, now!" He did as instructed and threw the staff for me in time to jump into action. The woman shot fire off from her weapon in a powerful gust of wind and I quickly jumped over my friends to deflect it.

I glared up at the demon, her face shifting in surprise. "Oh? So this is where you've been hiding all this time."

"What?" Before I could even process her words, the wind picked up around me. I quickly turned back to my friends. "MK, quick!" I threw the staff to him, which he quickly caught before I was thrusted up towards Princess Iron Fan.

I gave a shout in surprise as she held me by the collar of my shirt. "Hmm, no greetings? Centuries since you've shown your face and I don't even get a hello?"

"What are you talking about?!" I grimaced, fighting to escape her grip.

She studied my face for a moment, her eyes widening for a split second before returning to their neutral glare. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. "I see, how disappointing." Like she was done with me, the woman turned to the kids. "I'll be taking that staff now."

MK was quick to point the relic at her. "This belongs to the Monkey King, there's no way I'm letting you take it."

"Aw, you're just a little noodle boy playing at being a hero. Sorry to disappoint, playtime is over." She glared down at my friends as I struggled to release myself from her hold.

MK jumped into action, staff over his head and ready to swing the weapon down onto the demon. It seemed like Princess Iron Fan was expecting this, though, as she quickly dropped me. Outstretching her hand, she summoned a metal gauntlet to stop the attack.

I fell with an oof and looked up to see the woman holding the staff. With a laugh, she sent a shockwave from the staff that sent MK flying over the volcanoes. In an instant, I was on my feet. "MK!"

He screamed as he flew back and with no hesitation I ran after him. I could hear Pigsy and Mei call for us but ignored their pleas to come back, my focus a tunnel with MK at the end of it.

I jumped to dodge spews of lava and vents that released toxic fumes, they were all just inconveniences. A bit of lava jumped onto my shoulder and I quickly brushed it off. "Ow! Hot, hot!" It didn't matter, I could take it. All that mattered was getting MK. Besides, I couldn't get hurt.

I had high pain tolerance.

By the time I got to the edge of the volcanoes, MK had landed in the water. My eyes widened as the waves rose and fell around him. Without hesitation, I jumped in after him. With all my energy, I swam after the boy as he began to sink into the water.

There was no way I would let him drown. Diving under, I spotted the boy and managed to fight the current to get to him. Taking hold of his arm, I started swimming back up to the surface.

Once we reached the surface, I looked around wildly, holding MK's arm over my shoulder to keep him above water. We were on the other side of the volcanoes, Sandy's boat nowhere in sight.

Instead, Flower Fruit Mountain sat high above the water, it's sandy shore reaching out to us as I began to swim towards it. I was slower with MK, but it only took a little while before I could reach the island.

I dragged my roommate onto the shore, dropping him before falling onto my back from exhaustion. Catching my breath, I checked to make sure MK was breathing before collapsing back onto the ground. My lungs were on fire, I used to have more stamina than this. Was I letting myself go? Maybe I should start cycling.

As I laid on the floor contemplating my choices for who knows how long, my thoughts drew back to Princess Iron Fan. Did she say... it sounded like she knew me??? But how could I have known the Princess Iron Fan???

And hiding? I haven't been hiding, I've been— living! Minding my own business! She was disappointed? In what, she doesn't even know me!

That entire interaction was confusing. As I ran the scenario in my head over and over, the chitter of animals caught my attention. Sitting back to look at the forest, little monkeys emerged from the shadows. They chipped and mumbled, giving me strange looks.

"Uh, hi." I gave them a small wave. I think that was a mistake. Instantaneously, the troop charged, knocking me onto my back. I yelped in surprise as a few huddled around my face while others went to investigate my unconscious friend.

One monkey pulled at my face, chittering in excitement as I blinked, unsure of what was going on. "Nice... to meet— you too."

A scream made me sit up as I looked to see MK shooing the monkeys off of him. He jumped up in a panic while I breathed a sigh of relief. He was okay. The boy looked around in a daze as I got up to wrap him in my strongest hug. "You're okay! You had me worried there for a sec, kid."

"Li? Where... are we?" He furrowed his brows, rubbing his temples with a groan.

I turned the boy around to show him the mountain behind us. "We made it, MK. This is it."

"Flower Fruit Mountain." He gawked staring up in wonder. After a moment of awe, he looked back down to his hands. "Oh no, the staff—"

"We can worry about it after we find Monkey King, come on." I grabbed the boy's hand to drag him along with me. I had no idea where Mei and the others were, whether they were still on the boat or if they had gone back to the city but the longer we left them on their own, the more danger they'll be in.

We hiked up the mountain, MK getting more and more out of breath the higher we climbed. It took a bit of effort but eventually, we made it up the mountain. I got to the top first, pulling MK up and looking back at the waterfall that awaited us. It was beautiful.

The waterfall was surrounded by trees and shrubbery, with stones that led to what must've been Monkey King's secret entrance in front of the falls. With a nod to each other, my roommate and I hopped over the stones, MK taking the lead.

With caution, the boy held his hand out to the waterfall. At his movement, symbols appeared in front of his hand, washing the air around us in a golden aura. My head swivelled back in amazement to take it all in. In a single moment, the waterfall split open, revealing a cave entrance.

Inside challenged the beauty of the forest itself, it was like a whole other ecosystem. We crossed a bridge, along with walls containing what looked like centuries-old inscriptions and artwork. Tang would loose his head in here from excitement.

As we wondered, the two of us called out for the Monkey King, wandering in search of an answer. "Hello? Hello?! Monkey King?"

We wandered a little ways away from each other during our search, and I came across a strange mural on the wall. Every other drawing was a mural in honour of the Monkey King and his companions, various demons and celestials, even some monkeys but on the wall in front of me was a tree.

It was old and faded, with a crack from the top right of the drawing that went across the tree. Pink and white blossoms decorated the leafy branches that contained bundles of green and purple fruits. That strange feeling returned, deep in my gut. I wasn't sure why or how but as I reached out to touch the wall, an itching feeling of anticipation creeped up my skin.

This felt... odd. As my hand pressed against the wall, my eyes widened at a sudden deep rumble. The wall suddenly crumbled and I fell over, losing my balance. Dust clouded the air, making me cough. Quickly, I swatted at the air to clear the dust away, blinking some of it out of my eyes.

Strange, it seemed like there was another room here. The air was stale, the dark area was barren, nothing more than empty space. Why was it blocked off?

"What's happening? What's wrong with my eyes?!"

I turned my head at the sound of MK in distress. "Kid? You okay?" Following the sound of his voice, I managed to catch a glimpse of my friend running off down a corridor.

By the time I caught up to him, he was standing at the entrance of a large chamber, sunlight trickled in from the cracks of the rocky ceiling above. "Monkey King?" He called out as I approached. I took note of the hill in the middle of the area. On top was what looked to be some little shack.

MK's voice echoed around the chamber, only for there to be no response. There was no Monkey King to be found. Frustrated, the boy kicked at a rock. I quickly approached, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, kid."

The boy looked down, completely dejected. He sat on the floor, his knees pulled close to his chest. "What was I thinking? For a moment there, I thought..." He sighed, hiding his face in his lap as I crouched down next to him.

"Listen to me, I get things seem bad right now but we can do this. We'll... we'll find a way to steal the staff back!" I put a hand on his shoulder. "Take on that Bull family on our own! Sure, one's a pyromaniac, and an airbender... and a giant bull... but I know we can—"

I cut myself off as a butterfly flew onto my friend's arm. The red, gold and black markings on it's white wings reminded me of a face. MK and I looked at it in confusion for a moment.

Then it spoke.

"Sup?" At the word, MK jumped up in panic. I pulled the boy close to me putting myself between the kid and the demon bug. "Yes, yes, it is I! The Monkey Ki—"

Before it could finish its next words, MK and I stomped the creature into the ground. "Kill it! Kill it!" MK screamed as we repeatedly stomped on what had to be its tiny corpse at this point.

I looked down with suspicion. "We killed it... right?" I was dead wrong as it suddenly began to glow a bright golden light. The butter-demon-fly began to shift, my eyes widening at the familiar bird that had visited me for years. It then shifted to a tiger, roaring loudly before transforming into...

Oh my gosh, it was him. The Monkey King.

"M-M-Mo-Monkey King?" MK voiced what I could not. It was him, it was really him!

The legend himself stood with an aura of authority, his arms crossed with a smug look on his face, I would probably look like that too if I was him. "Yeah, the one and only. So, where's my staff?"

The Monkey King looked around casually before seeing my friend on the brink of tears. I wrapped my arms around the boys head with comforting pats. "I'm so sorry! I tried to bring it to you but Princess Iron Fan came and took it! She's got this glove a-and—"

To my surprise, the monkey laughed. "I know, I know. Look, I'm gonna come clean." I frowned a little, surprised by how calm the monkey was.

"Um, I've been kind of watching you." He confessed, making MK frown.

"What?" He gasped. I had my own moment of realization. The bird I've seen over all these years, was it watching MK too this whole time? But I've known the bird for so long, how could it have been the legendary Monkey King this whole time?

And why did he give me plums every morning?! "Wait, what?! That was you???"

I looked back to see the relaxed king scratching his back with a bamboo stalk. Looking back at us, he laughed. "The look on your face— you're perfect!" He pointed his self-made backscratcher at the kid.

"Perfect? For what?" I frowned, moving the stalk away from my friend.

The Monkey King blinked for a moment before crossing his arms once more. "To be... my successor!"

Alright. This has to be Tang in cosplay.

"Are you sure you're the Monkey King?" MK echoed my thoughts. "You've been cooped up in here for way too long, I think your brain went mushed up." The boy began to inspect the server but was quickly stopped by his prehensile tail. Guess he was real.

He used the tail to gently set MK down. "Listen, Kid. You fought demons and you didn't die. And you made it here. Not just anyone can lift my staff." As he spoke, he searched a pile of garbage for something I wasn't quite sure of. "But you did."

"But what about DBK?" The boy questioned as the Monkey King pulled out a bag of peach chips, making him laugh.

"What about DBK?" He took a bite of his snack while lounging on a cloud. "You can handle it. Consider it a trial."

"But I—" The boy cut himself off with a sigh. He was disappointed, heck, I was too! We had come all this way just to be told we can fight DBK on our own?

The Monkey King seemed to take notice of our dismay and approached us. "Look if you can lift the staff you can use it. Just believe in yourself. Even a smidge makes all the difference." His words seemed to get through to the boy, who smiled. "The staff was taken from you. Take it back."

"Alright." MK grinned, looking back out towards the exit we had come in through. He looked back at me and with a nod, trekked back to the waterfall.

I stepped to follow after him but quickly looked back. The Monkey King stood there, his arms folded and an eyebrow raised. "I figured you might stay behind."

"Mr. Monkey King... it was you, right? You're the bird with the plums?" I frowned a bit as the man sighed, lowering his head.

"Yeah, that was me." He crossed his arms with a small smile and a shake of his head.

I looked at him, confused. The bird— Monkey King is one of the oldest friends I have. "Why? It's been years and you've never—"

"Lian! You coming?"

I looked back in MK's direction before turning back to the Monkey King, who put a hand on my shoulder. "Listen, you go help the kid, and you can come back to ask me all about it. 'Kay?"

"Oh, uh, okay." I nodded, not quite sure how to feel. He was right though, I had to focus on the more urgent matter. Turning to leave, I ran after MK.

Once catching up with him, we were quick to hike back down the mountain. As we moved, the boy turned to me with a frown. "Hey, what happened to your shoulder?" I looked down at where he was pointing, a small hole was burnt through where the lava had jumped on my shoulder from before, the edges frayed and burnt.

"Oh, uh... that was just a bit of lava, heh."

"A bit of what?!" He gave a shout. "Okay, I let the truck thing go, but how are you not dead?!"

My brows furrowed at the question, my mind going back to the talk I had with Pigsy and Tang earlier at the shop. Guess it was only a matter of time before this had to come out. "How do I... okay. MK, how old do you think I am?"

The question immediately got him defensive. "Woah! Come on, Lian, I know not to ask a girl about her age."

"Seriously, MK. How old am I?" I persisted making the boy frown.

"Huh, I'm actually not sure..."

"Yeah, same."

MK gave me a puzzled look as we walked down the mountain. "What?"

"The reason I know all the Monkey King stuff I know? The reason I knew you were telling the truth about the staff? I've seen it, I've been around since the celestials and demons would mess with mortals all the time." I explained, walking a little further ahead.

MK scoffed. "But that was like, centuries ago! You'd have to be..."

"Immortal?" I turned back to give the boy a shrug. As I did, his eyes grew wide along with his mouth.

The boy now had a starry look in his eyes. "Oh my gosh, you're immortal?! How??? Are you a demon? A celestial? Did you achieve enlightenment?!"

"No, no!" I waved my hands in defence over MK's excitement, taken aback by his reaction. People didn't always act like this when I told them. "I actually, uh, don't know why I don't die." MK seemed confused, so I continued.

"My very first memory was centuries ago. Today, actually, crawling out of the ground. I had my hairpin clutched in my hand and there was this intense storm in the sky with ice shooting everywhere." I took my plum hairpin out of my hair, looking down at it as I continued.

"I'm not sure how I got there or why I was underground but I eventually found a village. It was there I took the first part of my name from the hairpin." I showed my little brother the engraved, "Li".

When I looked at the boy, he practically had stars in his eyes. "That sounds so cool!"

"Eh." I shrugged. "It was actually kind of scary." I'm not really sure how long I spent trying to crawl out of the ground. My claustrophobia kind of sprung from the experience. Huh, maybe therapy would help with that?

The boy frowned. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

The question made me deadpan at the boy. "It's not exactly something I wanted to bring up over breakfast. Besides, I know you and Mei won't leave me alone for at least a month knowing I've been alive for hundreds of years." I explained. As if to emphasize my point, the boy was scribbling notes into his book as I spoke.

"Point taken." He nodded as we finally made it down to the beach once more. Looking out over the ocean, he frowned. "Wait, how are we supposed to get back??"

Scanning the area, my eyes landed on a crate that was on Sandy's boat earlier. It must've fallen off when the geyser hit. Some of the monkeys from before were attempting to pry it open. Once they did, the crate fell apart, revealing a red and golden jet.

MK and I grinned to one another for a moment before I raised a hand. "I'm riding on the top—"

"You're sitting in the jet."

"Uuuuuuugh."

~~~~

"It's true, My Love."

Princess Iron Fan was delighted to tell her husband of what she had seen at Flower Fruit Mountain. She had not expected to see such an old face when she went to retrieve the staff, though it did nothing less than excite her.

Her husband hummed in thought, the wake of his destruction surrounding them. "I had thought she died long ago."

"I knew she had to be in hiding." The Princess scoffed. "Even spending all her power like you claim she did, it couldn't have killed her."

"The others were convinced otherwise."

The smirk on the Demon Bull King's wife remained. "No matter what may have happened, what I saw is still the same. She is no longer herself, it was all too easy to beat her. I didn't see a single weapon from her grand arsenal."

That piqued the demon's interest. "If she has no recollection of what she really is or her powers..."

"We can exploit that." The woman chuckled darkly, her husband looking on at her with admiration.

~~~~

I really hope we didn't just commit manslaughter.

Crashing into the ground, we were able to reunite with our friends and defeat the Demon Bull King. MK managed to summon a Monkey Mech using the staff once he retrieved it.

Unfortunately, the Demon Bull Family got away.

They were gone for now, but there was no way they'd stay gone for long. The group surrounded MK in his new mech, excited that we actually managed to win. I was, too, it was exciting that we were able to save an entire city. It's been centuries since I've been able to witness anything like this.

But despite our victory, I couldn't help but wonder. What was Princess Iron Fan talking about earlier? And Monkey King, what was the point in hiding all this time? I've been trying to not let whatever my past was haunt me, but now it was starting to feel like it'd be handy to know a bit more.

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#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkie kid #lmk x oc #the memory of you #tmoy

[myluciddreamer]

Dreams of Apocalypse Madness

I’m driving on a snowy day, on my way to work. I work at an airport and despite my unease I make a stop to buy lunch. The parking lot is full of cars despite the lack of people around. The only others I see are a group dressed from head to toe in crimson gowns. They appear to be a choir. But I’ve no time for songs. I need to get to work. As I continue my drive to work a part of me knows that’s not true. I don’t really NEED to go to work. Not today. It would be more of a surprise to actually show up on a day like today.

I walk from the parking structure with a nice hot cappuccino in my hands. The snow isn’t falling as hard as I thought it would but it’s still steady. A familiar presence joins my walk in to work. I’m not surprised to see him, if anything I take a strange comfort in knowing he’s going to be in the area as well. We step onto a moving sidewalk together. He's bundled up, looking warm and toasty against the harsh snow, his jacket lined with fur but his police patch still clearly visible.

“Look at them” Josh scoffs, nodding his head in the direct of a catwalk in a building across from us. Behind the huge glass walls separating our building from the other is a long line of people heading in the opposite direction from us, “…they’re all cowards.”

“Can you really blame them?” I ask, scanning the huge crowd, “They’re terrified. Not everyone can face this kind of thing head on”. I spot several familiar faces in the long line of fleeing people: friends, enemies, old coworkers, etc. All are carrying varying sizes of luggage with them to board the last few planes out of town.

Josh finishes off his own cup of joe, tossing the paper cup into the trash, “ I’m glad I got to see you one last time”. He gave as best a smile he could but I could see the grief hidden behind it. I return the smile with my own, the same grief hidden behind mine as well. I nod in agreement. “Take care of yourself out there”.

“You too. I may not be a cop like you but I’ll make due. I always do”. I proclaim, raising my fist up for a fist bump.

He snickers at my fake confidence, “You always do”. His fist meets mine before he turns to walk down another part of the walk way to his assigned section. I toss my now empty paper cup in the trash and hurry on to my area.

I notice the two giant bronze bull statues that adorn the outside of my work building seem to be strangely lacking in any kind of layers of snow but I don’t pay it much attention as my train of thought is broken by the singer Rihanna and a group of her background dancers rushing through the lobby. They’ve been kind enough to come out here and keep those not fleeing as entertained as possible. A bit of hope in a desperate time. As I make my way along the upper floors to my destination. I hear the sound of bulls snorting and metal twisting

The building gave a sudden shake, the sound of shattering glass pierces above the noise of crumbling concrete and groaning iron. One of the bronze bulls is scrambling to its feet in the lobby a mere two floors below me as the other takes charge. The clashing of of their metal bodies screeches through the air as they collide with all the horror of two trains in a head on collision with one another. Sparks fly as they lock horns, for all their sudden sentience there was not a glimmer of care for the lives around them, their anger locking them in a tunnel vision for fury. One manages to overpower the other and heaves it through another glass wall before charging after it. I make a break for the exit, anxious to cross the remaining distance in case the bulls return.

I head down the snowy iron stair case as swiftly as I could without slipping, the warehouse I worked in just ahead. I look out at the sky as I travel down the few flights and feel my heart sink. They sky changed from the dull grey and white of the snow storm to a curious shade of pale pink. Replacing the clouds was a strange shimmer with all sorts of colors mixing about like an oils spill in the sky...madness. Waves of madness. How could something so beautiful be so menacing? Judging from the distance I knew the gas station had been swallowed up not long ago and we would be next.

Closing the door behind me I locked it every way I could, handle, sliding lock, chain, a pad lock, and even a chair shoved under the handle to boot. It was for the best... or so I told myself. Looking around the warehouse I realized I may have been the only one to show up. The others must have fled. Perhaps I would have run too if I had somewhere to go. A noise startles me out of my thoughts; a single tin can rolling on the ground. It must have fallen from one of the higher floors. Who else had come in to work today?

I climb the nearest flight of stairs, looking for the one who dropped the tin can. A swarm of emotions fill me as a man steps forward to greet me. He’s wearing his own work uniform, a blue ninja suit which covered him from head to toe, but I knew who it was immediately; my husband. We rush into each other’s arms, our lips smashing against each other’s through the cloth of his mask. He holds me close as I try to form words. There was so much I wanted to say. How did you get here? What happened to your flight out of town? Why did you come back? Before I could form a single word he held me tighter and spoke softly, his voice lulling me into a calmer state, “I couldn’t let you go through this alone. At least this way we’ll be-”

“-together”. I finished his sentence. I was certain I would end this day alone.

Screams began to fill the air. The waves of madness were upon us. The chaos forming outside the warehouse are horrifying; sobs of despair, shrieks of terror, and hysterical laughter to name a few. I watch as the shimmering wave swallowed up the building leaving us a few precious moments before it would leak in and consume us as well. He held my shoulders tightly, “Look at ME. You will be ok. I promise”. I am scared. as the shimmer pours in through every crack I can feel my overwhelming love for my husband slipping. I won’t give in. I want to feel his feeling as long as possible. I lift the bottom of his mask with both hands, cradling his face as we share one last passionate kiss before the madness enveloped us entirely. “You will be ok, I promise. I love you”.

“I love you too” I manage to whisper. I could feel the last of my love draining out of my heart like a faucet was left running. I could see the same is happening to him. I could SEE the love he held for me leaving his eyes... and I couldn’t bare it...

*SNAP*

I swore he looked grateful as I broke his neck. The madness consuming me made me twist so hard his head came clear off. Cradling his severed head in my arms I let out a wail of grief... which began to drain from me as quickly as it came... and then... nothing.

I knew the end of the world would be madness. I just didn’t think it would be so literal.

#dreams #dreams of #last night I dreamt #lucid dreamer #dreams of madness #i dreamt #my lucid dreams #dream journal

[gaypirate420]

Stabbing your hearth while I cry // Harry Hook.

Harry Hook x male!reader.

Please reblog uwu.

A/n: while I was doing (y/n)'s outfit I just thought about the winter soldier sorry not sorry, so yeah (y/n)'s D3 outfit is the Winter soldier fit without the glasses and the metal arm ofc.

Angst angst angst, hella long too!, This isn't following the canon obviously, blood, guns, knife, death, um idk this got dark and went crazy and I made it in a night and fix it the next day, smut but no, ummm torture.

Harry felt so depressed after Uma left and you knew that, they are best friends is understandable that he feels that way, but it is not an excuse for his behavior at this point.

"Harry, you've been distant—again" you said, getting closer from behind, he was sitting in the desk that once was Uma's, you put your hands on his shoulders.

"I miss her" He said softly,his eyes looking at nothing, you sighed and snatched away your hands.

"Harold, you don't love me anymore" you said cold, Harry looks at you confused, angry even.

"I do, darlin'" He said.

"No you don't, If you did, you wouldn't—"

"Stop it—"

"You wouldn't talk about her every fucking second!" You shouted, your voice braking and the tears starting to roll down your cheeks, Harry got up clearly angry, so many emotions he didn't thought about what to say.

"She's my everything, she is a goddess, you are just a fucking useless murderer!" He screamed, you flinched and he quickly realized what he said.

Harry tried to get closer to you but you only pulled away.

"I'm sorry, love, please" he kneeled infront of you, you didn't react, you only snatched the necklace he gave you a couple of years ago and throw it on the floor, you turn around and got outside the cabin, Harry got up.

"No, please, ye everything I have!" He shouted and you rolled your eyes.

"I thought Uma was your everything! Go look for her!—I'm pretty sure you would go the bottom of the ocean for her!—Not for me no, you wouldn't leave the fucking cabin for me, you dickhead!" You shouted and left the ship, Harry got inside the cabin and fell on the floor, he began to cry.

You got to your home, got into your room and sat in the desk, you started to make some artifacts for your dad to keep your mind distracted.

"Hi dad" you said forcing a smile, he looked at you up and down.

You heard a knocking and got up you opened the door, it was your father.

He wasn't a villain no, he was just a mercenary, he got payed to kill King Beast, failed and then got tossed into the isle, now he just do any work that would give him some adrenaline.

"your boy toy broke your heart?" He said entering, he took off his bloody mask and tossed his bag inside, he got into the sink and cleaned the blood out of his pocket knifes.

"Y-yes" you said sobbing, he looked at you.

"I told—"

"Dad please, telling me that you were right all the time won't help me" you said putting your hands on your face, your dad got closer.

"I'm sorry, child, I know how you feel right know, what if we throw some knifes? That always cheer you up as a kid" he said patting your side.

"What a weird ass kid" you joked, he chuckled.

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"That's my son!" Your father screamed proudly from the distance, you chuckled and keep throwing your knifes, your dad was being more kind with you witch is weird but you need love right now.

The next day you and your dad were outside on the garden, you were throwing the knife and everytime you hited bulls eye.

Your dad knew that you needed a little kick to unleash your whole potential, to be the assassin you are ment to be, a murderer, a machine, you were to much to be some wannabe pirate's assistant.

"I want to ask you something" your dad got closer, you stoped and looked at him.

"Don't you wanna go out for a day and work with me?" He asks, you freezed.

"Don't worry, we won't kill anyone, just rob some rich folks" he said, you sigh in relief, you thought for a cople of seconds.

"Well that's sound right" you said with a nervous smile.

"Huh" Your dad said looking at you.

The night came quickly than you thought.

Your dad gives you a bag with some knifes, he handles you a mask a little bit like his, it was black it covered your nose and mouth, he give you a black outfit, a long sleeve shirt and some military pants and combat boots, you grabbed a pair of black leather gloves and a harness for your legs, you put some knifes in there.

"I'm a mini you" you said with a little smile, he chuckled and put on his mask, you did the same.

"Are you ready? It might get really freaky" he warned you.

"I was born ready, papa" you said confident, your dad opened the door and off you go.

You finally got outside the people you were going to rob, you got a hook gun and pointed to the ceiling, you climbed and you kinda understood your dad, it was exiting do all this, it made you feel alive.

"there's a door, papa" you whispered, your dad nod and both got closer to the door, he kneeled and unlock the door.

Click

"Uff" you said with a smile, though your dad can't see it, you shaked your nerves away.

"Stay behind me, pumpkin" he whispered you nod and he entered, you got downstairs, he pointed to what it seem to be the owner's room, you grabbed a chair that was near and put it on the handle, your dad and you inspected the home.

You got some jewelry and some old paintings, you left in silence, like you were never there in the first place.

"Wanna do this tomorrow, kid?" He asked you patting your back, you nod exited.

"Great, welcome to the family business, now we have to get all this to my client" he said proudly.

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You didn't have to obey anyone anymore.

It's been a year and you felt great.

Being a pirate felt alright, it was fun, but whatever the fuck you were doing with your dad was way better, you could be in the market robbing some apples and then someone would talk about how the night before they got robbed, you would just smile and enjoy in silence your art.

Now your dad trust you way more, enough to do your own missions and go completely alone, and you thought it would never happen but know you trust your dad, he seem to be the only sane person in that dammed island.

You saw Harry a couple of times in school, he seem miserable, great.

Gil was friendly as always but in all those years of knowing him you knew he wasn't having a good time either, you stoped attending school because Gil would try to talk to you, he was worried but you weren't ready to talk about what you been up to and talk about Harry.

One night you were being chased down an alley, you never shoot or stab unless they did it first, no end, you turned around and they cut you in your arm, you grabbed one of your knifes and start fighting, another man shows up with a gun, he shoot you on the side, you miraculously won the fight and started running to your home, you opened the door and your dad run to help you.

"I need some updates in my suit" you said before passing out.

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Harry and the whole crew were worried about you, you just left that night and never got near the ship again, Gil knew what you were doing lately, he saw you one night with your dad, he knew it was you because your mask got knocked out by someone.

Gil and Harry were robbing from an enemy ship, they got out and started to run, you look at them from the ceiling.

"Ten grand, jewelry and a bag full of fairy dust" That's what Captain Hook said he was going to pay you, he wanted to talk to his son but Harry never goes to his father's ship, you were having a debate while you jumped from home to home, they never really like you anyway, you thought.

It was true, everyone began to be nice to you because you were Harry's weekly toy, you jumped and landed right infront of the two pirates.

"This is enough" He said, Harry freezed, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

"Your dad told me to bring you to his ship" you said pointing to Harry, he immediately grabbed his sword, he didn't recognize your voice because of your mask.

Gil sighed and called your name.

"Why are you doing this?" Gil asked getting closer to you, you could see the worry in his eyes.

She's my everything, she is a goddess, you are just a fucking useless murderer.

You'll show him, you'll show them all.

You shake you head and began to run towards Harry, he was impressed, you weren't a good fighter before, but now you were faster and stronger.

"This is my job, silly" you answered Gil's question, you got apart from Harry.

"Let it go, dude , I don't want to hurt you" the blonde boy said with a worried the, you groaned.

"It's not so different from yours, I'm a thieve too, but I do it better" you said, Harry was already tired at this point, he couldn't believe that was you.

Gil sigh and began to fight with you, he had a similar harness with knifes, he grabbed one and so did you, he was taller and stronger than you but you successfully blocked his attacks.

"I never fail my missions" you said serious, Harry swallowed hard, missions? Like the ones your dad does?.

You can't fail your missions.

Your dad will be mad.

You don't want to disappoint him.

He would punish you if you did.

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Gil sigh and made a cut in your arm , he picks you up and throws you to the floor, he looks at you, your head started to hurt, you groaned.

Harry gets to his side, he's shaking, Gil looks at him and tells him to go away.

One night he finds you.

Three months passed by and Harry was basically trying to get himself killed.

He would stay up late and go out to see if he could find you at your 'work' Harry wanted to apologize, at this point you were gone but he would try to bring you back, he knew about your dad's attitude.

"he probably brainwashed him with all his assassin crap and all tha'" he thought, it reminds him of his own dad, how he would tell him about being a copy of him and that's how he would gain his love and pride.

He called you, you were on a corner eating an apple, you ignored him and he got closer.

"I want to talk to ye" he said, he extended his arms revealing that he didn't have any swords or guns, you sighed.

"Speak then—" you order with a cold tone.

"Please come back" He said with a shaky voice, you look at him, completely unamused at his words.

"I'm sorry, I never wanted to say those things, ye know tha', I'm sorry, I was an idiot" he said getting closer, you automatically pulled out your knife.

"Ye would never hurt me" he said those blue eyes looking straight at you, you started to shake.

"I'm pretty sure he would, right?" Your dad appears from the shadows, you look at him and lifted the knife.

"C'mon, little one, make me proud" he said, Harry grabbed a knife out of his boot and throw it at your dad and ran away.

When you got to your home you help your dad with his injury, you looked at him.

"He's a liar" He said.

"He just wants you to be his little fuck toy and to make you do his piraty dirty ass job" He said raising his voice, you looked down, he is your dad, he would never lie to you, he loves you.

"I don't want you near pirate bay" he smacked your face against the wall.

"Yes, sir" you said.

"Go to your room and rest, you have a target for tomorrow" He said.

"b—but I don't kill" you looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You will know, don't disappoint me more, you've been messing up lately, you should be grateful I didn't fucking punch you, you are a murderer, not just a thieve" He said firmly.

"I have to be emotionless—" you said.

"Exactly—"

You woke up, inmediatly got nervous but block it out, you put on your suit, you've been working in the day sometimes, you wanted to do the job as fast as possible, you grabbed your things, you sigh and put in your mask.

You don't feel the emotion and joy anymore, you just do your missions and that's all, sometimes the praise your father gave you make you feel something, but you don't have to feel.

"Let's go!, We are going to be free" he said, you hesitated, you have to obey your dad, but he wouldn't hurt you if your out of the isle, you weren't sure what was happening but Harry was dragging you and you jumped out of the isle.

Everyone was looking at you, some would recognize you from the thieves, nobody knew your identity and that's good, you were walking to your target's home when you spotted Mal and her gang, right, days ago that purple thing return to the isle to recruit another 4 VK's, you got closer.

Then you saw Harry and Gil, you were sure that they would jump before the barrier closed, but Harry looked at you and mouthed something.

"We're free!" The boys hugged eachother, you just stay apart from them, the four core where looking at you, confused.

"Um hi guys, we are just going for a little visit" Harry said with his crazy tone, but got pushed by Carlos, Jay pushed you and you inmediatly reacted, you grabbed him and threw him on the ground, you were about to grab a knife when the rock Mal had falls into the water, but it's catch by a familiar tentacle.

"Did you drop something?" She said, the boys got closer to see, you stay there, you didn't hate her of course, she is your best friend but you didn't wanted to see her.

"Uma!?" they said.

"That's my name" She smirks and got back into the water, she got on top of the bridge, everyone looks at her, Harry is the one to get closer to her, obviously, you thought, she looks at you, the pirates and the malsie gang were discussing something, you weren't paying attention, you only see how Harry looked at Uma.

Your dad was right.

"This is a job for pirates!" Uma said, you were standing awkwardly there, just seeing how much fun they have just the three of them, Evie looked at you at times, trying to read your mind and know what expression is behind that mask.

You crossed the bridge, finally, you were observing the real world, you were supposed to be happy but you were having a internal breakdown, your dad taught you that any emotion is weakness, other parents say that love is weakness but father knows best.

Uma gets closer to Gil and Harry while you were seeing the unconscious students, why are they like this? You tried to remember what Mal said before or was it Evie?, Harry analyzed you, he felt horrible, he wanted you back, he needs you.

"Who's that?" Uma asked to the boys, Gil looks at Harry, he seems lost in your soulless eyes, observing how you passed the sleep students like dead bodies.

"That's (y/n)" Gil said, Uma gasped.

"What happened to him?" She asks, she felt her heart sink when she sees how you react to Jay just accidentally hitting you while he walked, you pointed your knife at him.

"Um, hey dude I'm sorry" Jay said.

"His dad happ-"

"I fucked up, heavy, i-its me fault" Harry said.

"Now I need a clear version, what did his father do and what does it have to do with you?" She asks.

You are in a house now, you weren't paying attention half of the time, it was like your body moved on it's own, now you are with Uma and Mal and they are eating some cake, Mal passed you a piece with a friendly smile, she apologized to Uma early or that's what your mind remembers, you sigh and take off your mask.

"Oh shit, (y/n)?" Mal asks, apparently nobody knew it was you all this time, Mal looks at you, you have changed a lot.

"Hm" you nod in agreement and eat the cake, Uma and Mal look at you waiting for a reaction, but you just didn't did or say anything, you finished the cake and inmediatly put your mask on.

"You know, we now know it's you, I don't see the point of wearing that" Mal said, you ignored her and look outside, the purple haired girl looks at the captain, she sighs.

Something something Evie's kiss and now you are trapped, but luckily Uma and Mal did their magical thing, King Ben got back and so did Gil and Harry, Uma goes to hug them and Gil hugs you, you didn't know how to react, you haven't had soft touches in a year and a half, you just corresponde the hug.

"See? (y/n) is still himself" Gil said optimistic while patting your back, Uma and Harry gave you a smile.

Blank blank a fight with some knights, Mal lied and the barrier would be closed forever and know you are with Harry and Uma walking, you were carrying your gun just in case something or someone gets in the way.

Uma stops and Harry grabs your arm, you looked at him with deadly eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left, I did it out of rage" Uma says you could feel the honesty on her words, she feels bad because she not only left Harry, she left you and Gil too, her best friends, you nod and she just assumed that you accept her apology, Uma walks away a little and you and Harry are left alone.

"Hook let go of my arm or you will have no hand" you treated, he sighs and let's you go.

"What did he do to you?" He asks, you didn't look at him at all.

"It's not your fault, I lived with him, it was going to happen one of this days, he fixed me, that's all" you said without hesitation, it seem almost robotic.

"Fixed what? You were perfect already"

"No I wasn't"

"Why do ye think tha'?" He said.

Before you respond Mal is taking to Uma, Harry goes to help her, you decide to go too.

Dragon and flashy lights, while Uma was helping Mal, Harry keep checking on you, he knows you too well, you were panicking apparently Mal won but something went wrong.

While they waited for Hades, a certain pirate drags you out of the room.

"What now?" You asked him clearly frustrated, he puts one arm besides you head.

"Why do ye suddenly think ye need fixin'?" He asks, you finally look at him, his blue eyes fixated in you, your eyes seem tired and sad.

"I was too emotional and weak and and-" you explained, he knew that he wasn't going to believe a single word, you didn't even know what to say, you only repeated what your dad told you.

"You said it yourself, I was a useless murderer, now I'm a murder machine, my dad was right this whole time, I should joined him earlier" you said, Harry froze, you were smart enough to know when his emotions get out of control, it wasn't the first time he did something like that, you always return and forgave him, also, you never liked your dad.

"He's a liar" he said.

"You sound like him" you said a little uncomfortable, like you kinda break out.

"I'm sorry" he softened his voice, he grabbed your hand, you didn't flinch, but you started to shake, your dad would grab your hand and treating of break it.

"Ye need to come to yer senses, (y/n) ye don't like killin' for money or stealin', ye don't even like stealin' an apple!" Harry said frustrated, his hand was touching yours softly.

"I love you, please love, I miss you" He said with tears on his eyes, he cupped your face, you flinched.

"My dad would never lie to me" you said, Harry shake his head.

"He would, he always has! That's why ye were with me on the ship, he took advantage that you were hurt that day to shove his shity believes in you"

"B-but he loves me" you said, with tears in your eyes.

"he made ye steal and was going to make ye kill innocents eventually! That's not love" He said, you shrugged at the memory of the night before, you decided to not keep up with the discussion and you got away from Harry, he sigh, he doesn't give up easily, and when is about you he never will.

Uma decided to go back to the isle, so did Harry.

"I'm going too, I have something to do" you finally spoke, everyone stare at you in shook that you could talk.

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"Where ye goin'?" Harry asks, you looked at him.

"I have to talk with my dad" you said, Harry sigh, he got closer to you, he grabbed you by the waist and give you a kiss on the lips.

"I love ye so much" He said hopeless at this point, he was begging to Calypso that you would come back, he saw that you were having an internal battle on the way back you were probably still there, you looked at him and give him a little smile.

"I love you too, I-I-I will return to the ship, and we have to talk" you said, Harry nod and you started to walk to your home, Harry sighed in relief.

Your mind was a mess, it finally hit you that you've been tortured all this time.

You entered your home but your dad wasn't in, you sigh and tried to calm yourself down, an hour passed by and you heard the door open.

"Where have you been!? I saw your target walking peacefully down the street!" He screams at you from the door

"I go out of the isle" you said, he get closer and slaps you.

"And I help the VK's" another slap.

"You are a killer! Your evil, cruel-"

"No I'm not" you interrupted.

"I know that you would brake, I didn't do enough to make you a cold blooded assassin" he said while grabbing a knife.

"You are useless now" he attack you, you quickly block the attack and grabbed a knife, your fight back, you got the lead when you kicks you in the stomach, he grabs a gun, but you got up and started to run, you heard the gunshot behind you, you hide in the hall, you loaded your gun and you waited for him.

He is getting closer.

Now.

"AH YOU SON OF A FUCK!" Your dad shouts in pain, you pointed the gun against his head.

"You won't cause any trouble now" you said, he laughed at you.

"Kill me now, but better hurry Hook payed me a lot of money for the boy" He said, you freezed and pulled the trigger.

You changed your hole outfit, you are now wearing your old pirate clothes, plus the mask and you added your leg harness, you grabbed your sword and one of your old guns.

You were in the ceiling of a building Infront of the ship, you inspected the deck and almost nobody was there, you heard a scream from below deck, then Captain Hook comes out.

"Stop screaming!" He shouted, you didn't know if you should rescue Harry then kill Hook or first Hook then Harry, you jumped from the roof and got into the ship without the captain noticing, you got below deck to check on Harry, there was no one there either, you found Harry on the floor bleeding.

"No please, no more" he begged, his back was full of cuts and his stomach had a couple too.

"Don't worry, Harry, It's me" you said, he look at you and immediately hug you, he whined at the pain.

"He-Help me, luv" he sob.

"I will Harry, but I need you to be very quiet" you whispered, he nod and you carefully put him down, you stod up and search for bandages and something to clean his wounds, you find a couple of old bandages but it was enough while you got back to the ship, you turned back and kneeled Infront of Harry.

"I-I though I was the one who w-would rescue ye" he said laughing a little but it inmediatly hurt him, you gave him a soft smile and you keep curing his cuts.

"I'm your knight in shining armor" you said, he nod and give you a smirk, you finished with him.

"Now Harry, I need you to stay here while I go on deck" you explained, he whined.

"No, no please don't leave me, please" He began to cry, he grabbed your arm and got closer to your face.

"Shhhh, I will come back, Harry"

"I'm sorry" He said.

"I was an asshole with ye" He cry, you shush him.

"It's alright, Harry" you said whispering.

"Now I have to take care of your dad" you give him a kiss on the lips and got on deck.

"How did you got into my ship?" The captain calls you, you face him.

"I came for my man" you said grabbing you sword.

"tsk, Harry ain't a man" He said.

"This isn't any of your business, you fag, he owns me money, I raised him and his pay is abandone me, he will pay for being such a shitty son" He shouts, you were losing your patience.

"I'm going to kill you" You said, the captain pulls out his sword.

"You are good with your little knife, I've know you long enough to know that you are not pirate material" The captain said, you groaned and began to attack, Harry was trying to get up but everything hurts so much.

"You fucking bitch" Hook groans from the cut you made on his arm.

"I thought you were a gentleman, sir, this isn't a proper way to talk to your opponent" you said confident, the captain pulls all his strength in the next movement, swords clashing together.

"Huh, you are rusty" you said after a year your experience with a sword was still in you, you made a deeper cut on his shoulder, he fell on his knees.

"what if I cut the other hand?" You said, making the captain look at you with the point of your sword.

"Or I could cut all your limbs, or maybe poke your eyes out, what if I feed you to good ol' tick tock?" you said with a laugh passing your sword making a couple of cuts in his body, you heard a clash below deck.

Harry.

You got back to reality and made a cut in the captain's chest, then you rushed below deck.

"Harry?" You called him, he was on the floor again, he was still trying to get up.

"C'mon, let's get to the ship and forget about all this" you said and help him stand up, you pun one of his arms around your shoulders.

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You put Harry in bed, now properly cured, you talk with him better about that night, he apologized and you apologized too, you hurt eachother and now you will change and be better.

"(y/n), wake up, love, we are free" Harry shake you, you opened your eyes and suddenly there was more light in the room than ever.

"Wh-what?" You said still sleepy.

"The barrier, it's gone" He said, you opened your eyes in surprise.

"We are finally free, ouch" he said, you looked outside and everything seem brighter, you sat down and tried to swallow that you are free and the events of yesterday, Harry sat at your side, he grabbed your hand and kiss it.

"We have another chance" He said, you looked at him and give him a smile.

"And what do you wanna do first?" You asked him.

"The ship needs a lot of fixing so sailing would be latter" he got closer to you.

"Maybe we should celebrate" he said with a smirk, he was getting so close that you lay in the bed and he was on top you.

"You are injured, you are going to open your stitches if we celebrate" you said, he kissed you on the lips.

"Who said I was going to do the job?" He buried his face in your neck, he kissed you a couple of times, your cheeks started to burn, you pull his hair and he moaned.

"Hmm I need you" he looks at you with lust full eyes.

"I could just lay on bed and be your good boy" he said with a heavy breath, you looked at him.

"Fine, you still need to prove that your mine" you said, he nod exited.

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A/n: buenas tardes My fellow homosexuals, hope you liked this long ass fic, i didn't wanted to make another chapter and another chapter, I know i went crazy with the story but I thought of it and couldn't get it of my mind, I'm too tired I will fix the spelling errors other day.

#harry hook #harry hook x male reader #harry descendants #descendants #uma descendants #x male reader #pirates #lgbt #harry hook x reader

[darkdevasofdestruction]

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

[wolferine]

Heart Skips a Beat - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 2065

Part 2

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp @phoenixofash @marvels-bitch-boy @when-wolves-howl

Despite your super soldier enhancements, it takes a few days before you’re cleared from the medical bay. The bullets you had been shot with were identified as hollow point sniper rounds—basically the biggest, baddest of the bunch. If you had been a normal human, your insides would’ve been shredded to pieces and you would’ve died before you even hit the ground.

You’re retired to light duty while you recover, which is painfully boring and dull. You attend physical therapy to strengthen your body, but sometimes you push yourself too hard and stumble back to your and Natasha’s room with blood staining through your bandages. She always chastises you for hurting yourself, but secretly admires your dedication and will never pass up the opportunity to help take care of you.

One week after the condominium collapse, you join Steve, Clint, and Natasha for a private meeting with members of the Miami Police Department and the FBI. As Steve had suspected, the collapse wasn’t an accident. Someone had deliberately taken out the concrete supports in the parking garage with explosives.

“We couldn’t have just phoned that in?” you whine from the backseat. Clint is in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him. You and Natasha sit in the back. “I mean, they drag us all the way across the city, just to tell us something they could’ve sent over text—” 

“Information like that, the less people to intercept the message, the better,” Steve mutters, staring out the window as the car zooms down the highway.

“I don’t know about that,” you dismiss, and Natasha side-eyes you. She knows you’re just cranky because Steve interrupted your morning cuddle with her. There isn’t much you can do intimately when you can barely twist your torso, so you have to make due with what you can.

“You know, Y/N, you are the one this guy’s after,” Clint points out. “So, if anything, you’re the only one that needed to show up.”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a psychopath coming after you—” 

THUD.

Everyone’s head turns to the roof of the car. You swear you see the imprint of a hand dented in the metal.

“What the—”

Natasha suddenly leaps out of her seat and into your lap. She wraps her arms around your neck, yanking your head down.

“Hey!” you shout in protest, but then you hear a bullet whiz behind your head and feel the foam of the headrest cushion spray the back of your neck. Still in your lap, Natasha kicks Steve’s shoulder, causing him to hit his head against the window before a bullet zings through his headrest. Following her example, you kick Clint’s seat and he jolts forward, the bullet missing his head by inches.

“Stop the car!” Steve yells, crunching the gear shift into park.

The tires burn rubber and the car slides back and forth before coming to a grinding halt. Cars behind you honk and swerve around you. A figure goes flying off the roof of the car and lands in the road, rolling to their feet. They wear a black vest, revealing their left arm to be completely made out of metal overlapping plates. Their hair is chin-length and a mask covers the lower half of their face.

Suddenly, an 18-wheeler semi-truck, unable to stop in time, slams into the back of the car. The trunk crumples like an accordion, and you instinctively tighten your grip around Natasha to shield her in case the semi-truck tears the car in half. But it doesn’t, instead pushing your car towards the masked figure, who doesn’t even bother to step out of your path.

They jump onto the hood and punch their metal arm through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and tearing it right out of the car. When the masked figure disappears onto the roof, Natasha takes out her gun and starts shooting, but her efforts are fruitless.

There’s no way for Clint to control the direction of the car anymore and it’s too dangerous to stay inside with the masked figure close by.

“Hang on!” Steve says, reaching across the front to grab Clint. In the same motion, he slams his shoulder into his door, knocking it off its hinges. Both men go flying out of the car.

“That looks like a good idea,” you mumble, anchoring your arm to your own car door, the other pressing Natasha against you as tightly as you can. “Hold on, babe.” You ram your shoulder into the door with all your strength, ignoring the pain that rips through your stomach.

The door tears away from the car and turns into a makeshift sled as you go skidding down the highway. Sparks fly from the grinding contact of metal on the concrete road. When you finally come to a stop, Natasha stays on top of you, drawing her weapon and scanning for the masked figure. 

Meanwhile, the masked figure has hijacked the semi-truck, but instead of plowing you over, they turn to tip the entire vehicle over so it blocks every single lane of the highway.

“Where are they?” you pant, trying to lift your head to see the commotion but Natasha forces your head back into the car door. “Nat, stop—” 

“No!” she says. “They’re after you, remember?”

You don’t like the idea of her risking herself for you, but it’s a sweet gesture.

“Where are they?” you ask, unable to see.

“I…I don’t…” Natasha sounds confused. Suddenly, she takes off without warning. You don’t question it and run after her. Steve and Clint are engaged in an intense hand-to-hand match with the masked figure. The masked figure knocks Steve to the ground and wraps their metal hand around Clint’s neck, lifting him off the ground.

You put on a burst of speed, overtaking Natasha and launching yourself at the masked figure’s metal arm. They drop Clint instantly and you wrap your arms around the metal one, but it’s like trying to contain a bucking bull. You jerk your elbow back into their face to stun them, but it has no effect. The masked figure flings out their metal arm and you lose your grip.

You crash into the concrete highway dividers and the impact almost knocks you out. You feel your stitches tear open and you start bleeding underneath your shirt. As you stagger to your feet, you see the masked figure over Natasha, pinning her down and pulling their metal arm back, ready to deal the killing blow—

“No!” you scream, charging towards them. You catch the masked figure’s metal arm again, locking out their elbow and holding it against your chest. Natasha rolls out of harm’s way and Clint jumps into the action, launching himself at the masked figure’s legs and sending all three of you to the ground.

Natasha swings her leg around and kicks the masked figure in the face. The mask falls off. You and Clint struggle to hold them down as Steve walks up, blood dripping from a cut in his forehead.

“Bucky?” Steve says suddenly, stopping in his tracks. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man snarls.

“Help!” you choke, not sure how much longer you can hold on to his writhing metal arm. But Steve is frozen the same way Natasha had been when she saw you get shot. “You need to get in here, Steve!” you yell, and suddenly Bucky goes limp. You and Clint exchange confused glances.

“Wait, what?” Clint says.

“What happened?” you ask, hesitantly releasing the metal arm, which flops to the ground. “Why’d he just stop like that? Did I say his safe word or something?”

“What, ‘Steve?’” Clint laughs in spite of the tense situation.

“Apparently.”

Steve is in too much shock to bite back at your jibe.

“I’ll call for reinforcements.” Natasha takes charge. “We’ll bring him back to the Tower.” She comes over to you and touches your side gently, reminding you of the blood staining through your shirt.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, reaching out to run your thumb over the bruise forming under her eye. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch. “Let’s hope that Steve is, too.”

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Bucky is detained in the holding cell at the Tower and Steve goes to speak with him privately. Afterwards, he regroups with the rest of you. Clint relaxes at the kitchen counter with a beer, while you and Natasha sit on the couch together. She holds an ice pack against your stomach and frets over the fresh swelling in your shoulder.

“So, I’ve got some good and bad news,” Steve says.

“You can start by telling us who that guy is,” Clint interrupts.

Steve shifts uncomfortably. “He’s…an old friend of mine. My best friend, actually—”

“You know, that’s the same thing people thought about me and Nat at first, but obviously we’re more than that—” you start.

“Bucky was also involved in the super soldier program,” Steve continues, ignoring your comment. “But he was under HYDRA’s control for decades. They were the ones who sent him after us. And…” Steve takes a breath, “We were wrong about who his target was. He wasn’t after you, Y/N. He was after me.”

“But he shot Y/N,” Natasha says.

“Twice,” you add.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “Bucky was trying to shoot me. Y/N was just in the way.”

“In the way?” Steve’s logic—or lack of it—makes your head hurt. But as Natasha thinks about it—she’s always been the smarter one in the relationship—it makes complete sense. Her mind flashbacks to the scene of the condominium collapse, where all four of you had gathered on the street after you rescued the last victim. Her and Steve stood across from you and Clint. The bullets had come from behind you—if you hadn’t been standing where you were, Steve would have been hit instead.

“I don’t think you would remember this part, Y/N, but when Nat and I were trying to get you in the ambulance, we were shot at two more times,” Steve explained. “But the bullets hit the sideview mirror and the windshield. Those were places I was in, not you.”

“Okay, so why’s he trying to kill you if you’re his best friend?” you ask.

“It’s all HYDRA’s doing. He told me he’s part of a task force that was created to kill off the Avengers. Specifically, the original six, so there’s six of them in the task force. He’s the only one that got out, and he said the other five are being held in a facility in Siberia. He wants our help to free them,” Steve says.

“So, this Bucky guy wants to work with us now? After he took down a 12-story condominium and almost killed Y/N while trying to kill you?” Clint asks.

“Please, Clint,” Steve begs. “Bucky’s my best friend—”

“A best friend who tried to kill Y/N! And you!” Natasha argues. She lowers the ice pack from your stomach and you frown at the loss of contact. “You know I love you, Steve—”

“Not as much as me,” you mutter under your breath, guiding her hand to put the ice pack back against your side.

“—But I’m gonna need you to do a little better than that.”

“I need you all to trust me,” Steve pleads. “If we have intel telling us that there are five super soldiers in existence, who are programmed to take down the Avengers, isn’t it on us to do something about it?”

“How do we know we can trust Bucky?” Clint asks.

“Well, if he does go rogue, at least we know his safe word,” you answer with a chuckle.

“If you trust me, you’ll trust him,” Steve promises.

You glance at Natasha, who is looking at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You stretch your arm over her shoulder, pulling her towards you and bumping your heads together.

“What should we do?” you whisper so quietly only she can hear.

Her free arm snakes around your waist, closing the gap between you and her, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She rests her head against your shoulder. “Trust Steve,” she says.

“Okay.” That’s enough of an answer for you. You press a soft kiss to her temple and look back at Steve. “So, what did you have in mind?”

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AN: I love taking inspiration from many places, and the inspiration for this part is the awesome fight on the highway from Captain America: Winter Soldier. Thank you to everyone for the continued support!

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Where do we go from here

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,015

Playlist for the series

It was your fault when you agreed to go to Monaco. After what happened the last time, you swore you would never go back there. Because it fucked with your mind and soul. You were crushed and your best friend had to scrap you off the floor for weeks, he had to remind you to shower and to eat. Knowing he will be so pissed you chose to go back to him, you didn't tell him you were leaving for a week until you were on the plane. His reaction was everything you were expecting, he called you a bitch and he advised you not to get back to him with a broken heart to cry on his shoulder then he hung up on you. Sure, you both knew you will cry on his shoulder after this week.

The entire flight you were questioning your life choices. How did you get there? You wanted - you needed to know how you allowed yourself to become dependent on a piece of affection from Daniel. You were trying to figure out when you became a sucker for him but you couldn't, maybe because you always were.

You'd always been good friends, ever since he moved from Australia to Europe. You were his first non-Australian friend and he was always been grateful for you and your friendship. You were with him even when he didn't ask you to and even when he told you he wanted to be left alone. That was your first choice. You went with him to almost all the junior competitions, until he reached Formula 1, you cried with him when he had a bad race and you partied with him on a podium or a win. Fuck it, 9 years later, you were still with him. Red Bull Racing was the team that helped him discover himself as a driver and gave him confidence that he could get far. After only one year in the team, he finished third in the drivers' championship with 238 points and secured the first fastest lap of his Formula One career at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

But all this has consequences. The fact that he was so good and became so well known attracted many girls who wanted to meet him and be affiliated with him for increased media attention. The worst part was that he liked all the female attention. Who wouldn't like it? He could have a new girl every day and they would still not end. But Daniel was not the type to take such advantage of his name and his position in society, you thought at the time. But that was exactly what he did. At the end of the 2014 season, days would pass without hearing from him because he was too busy to enjoy the female attendance that crossed his threshold.

After a few months, you already had a pattern. For 5 days you would not hear from him and on Saturday morning he would call you with a guttural voice, asking you to come to his place. And you went there with some headache pills and for a few hours, you would listen to everything that had happened during the week with different girls. At first, it hurt a lot. To hear how your best friend and the person for whom you develop some romantic feelings, has fun, and fucks with different girls is not very ok, but over time the whole situation had become repetitive and you became immune.

But you didn't realize you became a regular girl in his bed too. The only difference between you and the tens, maybe the hundreds of girls before you, was that you warmed his bed on Saturday and Sunday. It was just you, all weekend, every weekend. You felt special. He gives you his full attention all weekend and you hope he doesn't need anyone but you, except that Monday was coming and you could see that to his right was another model looking for fame. But have you ever told him what bothers you? No. Because you'd rather share him with so many girls than not have him in your life at all.

So what happened when you ended up crying for weeks without eating or taking a shower? Daniel told you that he is done with all the girls and he wants to focus on his career. This is after in 2015 he finished the season in 9th place with only 92 points, without a victory, and only twice on the podium. Of course you were happy! Daniel was going to have only you in his life. But he told you that what was between you before, sex and everything else, must end as well. I mean, you had to go back to being just friends. But how do you go back to being just friends with the person you've shared the bed with so many times? Friends don't know the way you taste. Your luck was that you had to go for a visit to your parents for 2 weeks and you didn't have to see him. You had 2 weeks to lick your wounds and return to him without a broken heart. Troy, your best friend, was with you and he tried to put your heart back together. Just when he succeeded, you had to go back to Daniel as if nothing had happened. Broken heart? Who?

Making your own decisions makes you responsible for what comes out of that decision whether it was a positive move or not. Making your own decisions also allows you to make your own mistakes and learn from them. It was your decision to go back to Daniel, to your friend. It was hard to look at him and not want to kiss those fleshy lips but you could manage it.

"There she is!" you heard Daniel say as soon as the Nice Côte d'Azur airport gates opened. He was wearing his merch purple hoodie that you wore so many times before and a pair of black jeans. He had a pair of sunglasses on to keep him away from the press. You smiled. It's been 2 weeks since you've seen him and it's as if your heart has tightened in your chest. You really missed him. You ignored his calls because you didn't want to hear his voice and start crying on the phone and all the messages he sent you were deleted by Troy. You don't even know what he wrote to you.

"Hey, Daniel!" you said and hugged him. You were enveloped by the smell of his perfume and you smiled. He was your safe place. "Missed you."

He hugged you back and the force he put in that hug was enough to crush your bones. But it didn't hurt you. You wanted to be one with him, to be absorbed by him. Everything platonic, of course.

"Missed you too, Y/N."

The road to your house was not a long one but at that moment everyone seemed to be on the road at the same time as you so what needed to be a 45-minutes road trip was now more than an hour, and you were still in the car. The small talk already finished about your parents, your brother and your best friend, Troy, and about all the new things from your home town and at the moment in the car was an uncomfortable silence which none of you knew how to break.

"I tried to talk to you these 2 weeks, you know?" Daniel said and you swallowed loudly. You knew that at some point he would ask about why you didn't talk to him for two weeks, but you hoped it would take some time until then - you hoped you had more time to think about a pretty good reason.

"Yeah, sorry, I just wanted to focus on my people there, you know?" you bit the inside of your cheek until you felt the metallic taste of blood. You hoped it would be a pretty convincing reason but you knew after so many years of friendship that Daniel is not the type to press you if you don't want to say something.

"Yeah, I get it, I'm the same when I'm down under, y'know?" you both laughed, and for the first time in a long time you felt good around him. You felt yourself, no labels and no shoes to fill.

In front of your apartment block, after Daniel took all your luggage out of the car trunk, he leaned against the car, his hands folded, and looked at you.

"Aren't you going to help me get them up to my apartment?"

"Yes, in a minute," he says, still looking at you. "Would you like to do something tonight?"

You shrugged. You weren't tired after the flight, so you could have done something but you had so many questions. Just the two of you? Was anyone else coming? Any friends of his? Some girl? But you couldn't ask him, even if you were friends, you didn't want to give him the feeling that you were jealous. Were you jealous? You didn't have a reason just yet but you could become one.

"Sure. Do you have something in mind?"

"Remember Jay? He just opened a nightclub. Actually, tonight is the opening, he asked me to swing by for a few hours, want to go?"

"Yeah, sure, sounds like fun."

Daniel took two suitcases and passed you to enter the block, but he walked with the wheels over your toes.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at him and immediately laughed. Daniel turned to you, laughing too. You didn't realize when you said it, but that was the exact phrase you told him when you first met.

You got out of the cab in front of the restaurant and slammed the door shut, despite the pleading of the driver to be gentle with his darling car.

You arranged your dress on your body and put your hair behind your ear. You were ready for this blind date that Ellie, your co-worker, planned for you. Of course, there were better things for you to do on a Friday night, such as drinking a bottle of red wine watching a few episodes of your favorite show. But you were there, prepared for a shitshow. You took a few steps towards the big glass door until someone hit you hard and made you unbalance and break a heel.

"Hey, idiot, watch where you're going!" you yelled at the boy that hit you. A tall, dark guy that made you lose the little balance you still had. A small amount of his curly dark-haired was peaking out under the white hoodie he was wearing and his brown big eyes were looking at you like you were a statuette that broke.

"So sorry," he said and the thick accent made your legs soft. Whatever accent that was, you knew you wanted to hear him talk non-stop. "Was looking for an address, I'm fucking lost."

"That's fine, maybe I can help you," you smiled at the boy and you took off your heels. One was already broken so there was no point in wearing them at this point.

"Oh, no, it's fine, you look so elegant, you must be dining with your boyfriend or something," he laughed and then saw the broken heel. "Bloody, I just broke your shoes, I'm so sorry!"

You laughed even harder at the panicked boy in front of you.

"No boyfriend, just a blind date I didn't even want to go in the first place so you saved me, I'm the one that should say thank you. Where do you need to go to?"

He came closer to you with a map in his hand. He showed you where he had to go and you explained to him that he was in the wrong part of the city but you were more than happy to show him the right way. But after you stopped at a boutique to buy a 5 euro pair of sandals.

"This city is not so big that you get lost in it," you told the boy, whose name is Daniel Ricciardo, he told you so. "How long have you been here?"

"Ugh, just a day, and I thought it was a good idea to go out and see the city, I even took this stupid map, but I still got lost."

"Okay, but why did you go out by yourself in the evening and not in the morning or, at least, when is sunny, y'know?" you ask him and point to his left, where you had to go.

"I woke up two hours ago. I slept for eleven hours with the whole time zone, jet lag, and shit and when I woke up I was hungry. I went to get some food and to visit the surroundings because why not," he shrugged.

"But where did you come from?"

"Perth, Australia, baby!" he smiled and leaned back, pulling his chest forward. Anyone could see how proud he was of his hometown.

"This is you!" you announced when you arrived in front of the apartment building, his final destination. He smiled so wide and hugged you.

"Thank you so much, you saved me!"

"No biggie," you smiled at him and then waved. "Bye, Daniel Ricciardo."

"Hey, hey, let's meet tomorrow for a brekky!" he casually announced.

"For a what?"

"Oh, sorry!" he laughed. "Forgot for a second you're not Australian. For breakfast."

"Sure, I'll come here at 9 so you won't get lost again. Bye, Daniel Ricciardo!"

"Bye, Y/N Y/L/N!"

"I'll come and pick you up at about 10 o'clock, ok?" Daniel announced just as he was about to leave your apartment after he got up all your luggage. "Sounds good?"

"Yep. All good."

"And wear something sexy!" he yelled as he was closing the front door. Something sexy? Why would he request a sexy outfit for a night out from you? His best friend. Sometimes Daniel made your head spin, that was one of those occasions, you didn't pay much attention to it, you just went to grab a shower.

The night had come too fast. Sure, you had enough time to put on makeup and do your hair, but you had no idea what to wear. You were sitting in front of the bed in your underwear, with three dresses lying on the bed when the clock struck 10 o'clock. You heard the front door open and close but you did not hurry to put something on yourself so that Daniel would not see you in your underwear; he saw you even worse than that.

"Hey, are you ready? Whoah!" he says and turns his back on you, with his hand covering his eyes. "You should have told me you were naked!"

You scoffed at him.

"Cut the crap and come help me pick a dress for tonight, Ricciardo."

Daniel removed his hand from the eyes and looked at you and swallowed hard. The underwear you were wearing was almost a silky one, black, that hugged your curves just right. He couldn't take his eyes off you and you loved all the attention.

"Stop drooling and come help me. Do you want to go to this club or not?"

Daniel came near you, his eyes were now on the push-up bra that lifted your breasts, making them fuller and bigger than they really were, and at that moment Daniel wanted nothing more than to touch them and play with them. But he remembered who was in front of him. He told his best friend that the sex games were now over because he was focusing on his Formula 1 career. That was not a lie at the time, but he just wanted to throw her in bed and make her forget the words he said that evening. He coughed a few times to regain his voice and then looked at the three dresses lying on the bed.

"That one," says the brunette and points to the short black dress that fits perfectly on your body. You would have chosen that one too.

"Ok, I'll be ready in a few minutes," you said and went to the bathroom to put the dress on. You adjusted your make-up and grabbed the bag and you were ready for a night out with Daniel. Or so you thought.

No one can see the dance floor, it's wall-to-wall people dancing to the club music. There's no room for any more but somehow Daniel was pulling my hand to where he knew Jay was sitting. The music vibrated in your ears and you were tempted to move to its rhythm, but you had to follow Daniel. After going through the whole room you reached your friend, the owner of the club. He told you that the drink for you was on the house and wished you a good time. Daniel announces that he is going to have a drink for both of you and leaves you alone among hundreds of strangers, driven by the same inner desire to get rid of inhibitions for a few hours that night.

The DJ moves everybody in ways no one has ever done before. Mixing the loud music on the turntables to the beat you desire to hear, the DJ watches the half-naked bodies of young men and women dancing around as if something has possessed their bodies. Men are wearing an undershirt, or no shirt at all, and pants. They eye the women who strut around in tank tops and tight dance pants or skirts, and who are smiling, and letting all their worries go away. A smile appeared on your face and look at the line at the bar for Daniel and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he was already looking at you. When you saw his smile you realized that the night will not end with you two still being just friends.

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no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

((10473-1/1))

There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

((smut-27573-1/1))

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

((smut-79108-57/57))

“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

((6373-1/1))

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

((28771-4/4))

Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

((smut-20442-9/9))

And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

((smut-32768-9/9))

Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

((30161-10/10))

Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

--

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

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[heretohelptheidiots]

Lost and Found

“Dost thou truly know where we art bound, my Lord Hettar.” Hettar glanced back at the knight, trying to hide his amusement at the increasing formality Mandorallen used when getting irritated.

“Have I gotten us lost before?” He could feel the irritation of his companion radiating forward.

“Nay.” Came the grudging acknowledgement.

Hettar didn’t say anything, but he did incline his head in a ‘there you go then’ sort of manner.

“Why dost thou insist upon not disclosing where it is we art bound?”

“Surprise.” Hettar deadpanned. He had anticipated the questions, but he was fairly certain once they got to their destination, his evasiveness would be forgiven in relatively short order. He heard Mandorallen open his mouth to say something.

“How’re things with Nerena?” Hettar cut him off quickly.

“More wonderful than even the fondest of dreams or imagining coudst have ere prepared my heart for.” Mandorallen sighed, switching gears to lovestruck. “When it was I didst think I could not belong to her fair self more, she captured me, body and soul.”

Hettar nodded politely as Mandorallen continued to ramble on about her. Hettar felt much the same way about Adara, in truth. He was, however, far less vocal on the matter. Actions were more his area. Mandorallen did come up with some very good lines though. Hettar had stolen more than one Mandorallen-ism and altered it to work for Adara. She never had any difficulty identifying when he’d come up with something himself or if he’d picked up off of someone else. As far as he knew, she appreciated it regardless.

He stopped his horse abruptly, causing Mandorallen to stop short in his praises of her eye color.

“Wha-“

“This way.” Hettar dismounted and set off towards the large thicket of scrubby trees before them. The rattle of metal armor sounded as the knight got down from his horse and broke into a light jog to catch up with the taller man.

They dodged through the thick brush, ducking spiky branches that grabbed at their clothes. A clearing appeared before them, in the center a raised mound.

“Wha-“

“You were telling me a few weeks ago about one of the Korodullins having been fatally wounded in Algaria. Said something about his crown having not been recovered.” He stood next the mound and gestured at it. “Best guess it’s here. Help me dig.” Mandorallen’s mouth moved but no words escape for a good minute.

“Of certainty.” He finally managed, walking to the mound.Together they dug for about twenty minutes.

“What didst lead thee to this place?” Mandorallen asked once speech was an option again.

“Looked at the archives we had about his departure.” Mandorallen blinked.

“I did not realize that thy countrymen didst keep records of that sort.”

“Mostly for state visits and merchants, but it helps keep things orderly when disputes crop up.” Hettar shrugged.

“I see.” The knight nodded before drawing back sharply when he struck something hard. He looked over at Hettar, his eyes wide. He brushed the dirt away to reveal, a rock.

“Belar’s saggy left…” Hettar muttered.

“Not to worry, my friend.” Mandorallen laughed, lightly kicking the rock out of the way. “I didst appreciate thy attempt to share such a momentous discover-“

“Mandorallen.”

“Yes?”

“Look down.”

“By Chladan’s mighty right…”

There was a brief scramble before the crown was extracted from earth. It was filthy, and bent into a sort of figure eight. Some of the gems had fallen out, but it bore the symbol of the bull god clear as day. The briefest, but firmest of bro hugs was exchanged as they both grinned.

“Their Majesties shalt be ecstatic at this recovery of so dear an artifact.” Mandorallen beamed as they walked back out. “And thy assistance in this deed canst do nought but further assure the continued friendship betwix our countries.” Hettar smiled to himself, Mandorallen was practically skipping. They mounted up heading back to the stronghold.

“You can take the credit. That was sort of the point of asking you out here.” Hettar admitted. Mandorallen looked slightly aghast.

“I couldst nere deny thee thy rightful credit in so momentous an event!”

“I got what I was after in this.” Hettar shrugged.

A silence fell and Hettar could feel his friends eyes on him. The minutes seemed to drag.

“Oh!” Mandorallen said. “For what tis worth,” he pulled his horse along side Hettar’s, “I too hath felt a brotherly longing for thy company, and that of our other friends.”

“You’re sentimental.” Hettar answered.

“No worse than thou.” Mandorallen shot back.

“Race you.”

“Only if thou wilt promise to not use thy power.”

“You’re on.”

#david eddings #the belgariad #the mallorean #sir mandorallen #mandorallen #prince hettar #hettar #fanfic

[dontshootmespence]

Lost In Thought

Summary: After Cat gets taken to prison, Spencer wanders toward the local park. Worried about him, you follow him there, only to confess a long held secret.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 716

Warning: Mentions of Alzheimer’s disease.

A/N: This was a request from @currentlyreiding​ for a fic where the reader is a member of the BAU and is in the restaurant during the Entropy episode. After Cat gets taken away, she follows him to the park and they talk. This also fulfills my bull pen square for @cmbingo​. 

As the truck took Cat away to rot forever in a dingy prison cell, you nearly got lost in your anger, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Spencer walking away, head to the ground and undoubtedly lost in thought. Quickly, you checked in with Hotch to make sure everything was in order before following.

Though he was already out of sight, you knew where he was headed. In the years you’d worked together, you’d gotten to know Spencer better than most. Maybe it was your similar life paths, maybe it was what he called your “comforting personality, you know, each word is like a hug,” but whatever it was, he’d once let it slip that his mother, on her good days, would take him to a nearby park. In those moments, he’d been allowed to be kid, instead of an only child with the world on his shoulders. 

Just as you suspected, you rounded the corner to see Spencer sitting on a swing, legs dragging through the gravel and dirt at his feet. In these moments, Spencer collapsed inward, isolating himself from those that loved him most despite knowing they only wanted the best for him. “If I was going to psychoanalyze myself, I’d say I default to being alone so I don’t have to bring anyone else down with me. Wallowing in misery is bad enough. Being the cause of someone else’s is another type of pain entirely.”

No matter why he did it, you weren’t about to let him think he was alone. “Spence?” 

He glanced up and swallowed, unable to bring himself to smile. But he managed to crane his head toward the swing next to him. “I know you usually try to be alone in times like these, but you aren’t alone, you know.”

Spencer leaned his head against the cold metal chain of the swing and closed his eyes. “I know. But it’s not anyone else’s problem. No one else needs to worry.”

Chuckling sadly, you began to swing back and forth. You were the exact same way, and despite your sound advice, you never took it yourself, so you understood exactly where he was coming from. “Spence, we’ll all worry regardless. Because you’re our friend.” Tears welled up in your eyes. Spencer was so much more to you and to see him in pain hurt your heart in a way that was difficult to explain. “I’m really sorry about your mom, Spence.”

When you looked his way, you saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. “You know what she said when I put her in the truck?” He asked, biting down on his lower lip. Your silence invited him to continue. “She said that she won. Because in 20 years, when she gets out, she’ll remember my name. But I won’t remember hers.”

“That bitch.” You should’ve knocked her head against the bar like you’d done to her bomber partner. “Spence, it’s not a guarantee you’ll end up the same way you know?”

Spencer cleared his throat. “I know, but it’s a possibility. And I can’t get tested. I’m too young for a test to detect any chromosomal defects. Just the idea of losing my mind...it’s who I am, for me more than most people.” He looked away from you, but it did little to hide the tears falling down his cheeks. “I don’t want to lose memories of my mother. I don’t want to lose memories of the things I’ve done with the BAU. I don’t want to lose memories of the team...of you.”

“Spence, you won’t. We aren’t just teammates anymore. Me, the rest of the team - we’re a family now and no matter what happens we’ll be there for you.” Pushing the swing toward Spencer’s own, you ran your finger down his hand. “I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Why? Why take on that pain?” 

“Because I love you, Spence.”

He searched your eyes for meaning. Instead of letting him wonder, you leaned in and kissed him. Just as you were about to pull back from the ledge, he grabbed the chain of your swing and held you there, your lips against his, comforting. “I’m scared,” he admitted. 

“I know. But you won’t have to be afraid alone. I promise.”

#cmbingo #cmbingo21 #cmbingo 2021 #criminal minds #criminal minds bingo #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #dontshootmespence #lost in thought

[kurlyfrasier]

Love Unknown (Part 1)

My dearest, most patient Nonny (you know who you are). I give you; PART ONE of your request. I hate that you’ve had to wait such a ridiculously long time for your request, so I thought I’d go ahead and give you the first bit. I hope you enjoy! Also, you never specified if you wanted the Reader and Raph to be in a relationship already so I hope you don’t mind that they are not in one at the moment.

Pairing: Raph x Reader

The Request (includes obvious warnings): its about angst, (spoiler), fight, blood and (spoiler again). ok, raph had a fight with reader so he say bad things to her, so he listens music (ZAYN & Sia - Dusk Till Dawn) because he was sad and crying but she could never hate raph, so after raph... (I’m leaving this part out of the request so there’s not so many spoilers) ....so he goes to reader and they make up. (possible trigger warning in tags that I took out of this request; may have to expand tags to see it)

A/N: I actually don’t watch any of the TMNT series’ so I know nothing about Destructor X (I’m assuming that’s who you wanted as the villain. I had to look it up). So, I took the liberty of changing the villain to one I know a tiny, itty bitty bit more about. I sincerely apologize if this ruins it for you. Also, this is a first draft.

Disclaimer: I own no TMNT anything, nor do I know any NYC geography, song belongs to Zayn & Sia, and last - but not least - Nonny owns this lovely, specific request! Honestly, I could do SO MUCH with this and it was hard to choose how to go about it. Last thing, I promise: If anyone thinks of a better title, PLEASE SHARE IT cuz I am terrible at coming up with titles.

Word Count: 1189

Raph fell onto his bed with a loud huff, body trembling from the hours-long workout he just finished. Yet, he was still angry - at himself more so than you. The words he spouted at you in a jealous rage- He shook his head, barely hearing the music blasting through his overly-large headphones as he recalled you wrestling with Mikey. His hand hovered, prepared to rip his headphones off, when the song changed to one you must have added to his playlist. You always did silly things like that; instilling bits of yourself into the turtles lives. They all loved it. 

Especially him. 

Especially on the days when you weren’t able to come visit.

Today had not been one of those days, but he had ruined it minutes into your visit.

His arm landed heavily next to him. Savoring the song, he closed his eyes. Unable to stop himself from falling for you even harder than he already had. A tear escaped, sliding down his cheek. Everything about the song reminded him of how he wished he could be with you. How he wanted to be there with you from dusk to dawn. How he wished to watch the sunrise with you. How he wished he had the right to touch you as the song implied.

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“Something’s wrong,” Donnie whispered to Leo, pointing to a large screened device as Raph walked into the dojo, ready for patrol. “Her phone suddenly disconnected and I can’t pinpoint her on the GPS.”

Raph froze at his brother’s words, stomach sinking. He had a gut feeling they were talking about you. 

“Has she ever turned off her phone before?” Leo asked quietly, voice calm.

“Never,” Donnie emphatically shook his head, looking more worried by the second. “I’ve explained to her that she has to make sure her phone never dies and she nevers turns it off. Otherwise, if something happens…” He let the sentence hang.

“It’s possible (Y/n) forgot to charge her phone and-”

“That wouldn’t happen Leo!” Donnie whisper-shouted, shooting daggers at their brother. “She’s more responsible than that.”

“I know, I know,” Leo raised his hands in surrender. “I’ll go check her apartment and make sure everything’s okay.”

“What about R-”

“Don’t say anything until I get back,” Leo turned on his heel to find the very brother he was hoping to avoid, eyes widening slightly before forcing a neutral expression once more.

“Where ya goin’?” Raph asked, feigning nonchalance. Inside, he was raging, blood deafeningly pumped through his veins.

“Just getting some fresh air before we head out on patrol, is all,” he lied, making his way out of the dojo.

“I call bull,” Raph stated, eyes cold as he challenged their so-called leader, grabbing his brother’s arm in a vice-like grip. “What’s going on,” he growled out.

“It could be nothing, Raph. Calm-”

“(Y/n)’s phone is off,” Leo snapped his head in Donnie’s direction to find him marching their way. “Last I saw, she was headed East on Michigan Avenue.”

“When?”

“A couple of hours ago-”

“And you didn’t think to wake me!?” Raph released Leo to shake some sense into Donnie. He may have been a genius, but he could be a real dunce sometimes. “What if somethin’ happened to her! Huh!? What then!?”

“I thought-”

“It don’t matter what ya thought, Donnie!” Raph roared, shoving his brother away, causing him to stumble to the ground.

Next thing Raph knew, he and his brothers were topside, rain beating down on them in torrents as they headed East on Michigan, but he didn’t feel the cold. His only thoughts were of you; your scent, your hair, your laugh, that spark in your eye when you were up to something - or angry, now that he thought about it. Point was, if anything happened to you… he would never be able to forgive himself. Heck, he wasn’t sure he would live. You were his sunshine on his darkest days, the one thing he looked forward to most was seeing your smiling face. Not that you knew this, especially after your fight earlier in the day. 

One thing he knew for certain, on top of all that, was that he would never deserve you.

He was a monster. Something he proved all too well earlier that day and he wouldn’t be at all surprised if you hated him for it. Even he knew that he blew up for no good reason. 

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You were drenched, and not from the sprinkle of rain that hit you- how long ago was it now? You didn’t know. It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. The warm, thick liquid dripped down your temple from the last blow Karai had given you with the butt of her tanto blade. Eyes closed, you let out a groan, head pounding from the memory.

They had left you; the lowly Foot Clan soldiers and Karai, but you knew they’d be back for more. Considering how silent you were about the turtles whereabouts, you basically guaranteed yourself a nice, long torture. Karai just had to go get her ‘tools’, as she called them. Personally, you thought her fists, feet, and tantos were enough. 

Opening your eyes, you sought a way to escape. Not that you had any luck so far ridding yourself of the deadly tight ropes tying you to the hard, metal chair you sat in. Still, the thought of escape had you squinting into the darkened room. The only light was when lightning struck in the sky, seeping through the windows close to the ceiling. There were a few open, allowing the booming thunder to roll easily to your ears and rain to drip down the walls. Stacks of boxes surrounded you. If they weren’t too terribly heavy, you might be able to move a stack to create a makeshift staircase to the windows. You wriggled, but it only seemed to tightened the ropes at your wrists and ankles.

With a deep breath you thought of Raph. He was your best friend. If you were to die tonight you hoped he knew you didn’t hate him. Knowing him, that’s exactly what was running through his head. He was so passionate about everything he did. He felt everything so much more than you did, it seemed. Except for maybe one thing; your love for him. Nothing he ever did or said would ever turn your heart away from him. Granted, you did wonder what shot him off this time. He almost never took his anger out on you unless you did something dangerous; like try to follow him on patrol or go through dark alleys or- Well, the list went on. You did like pushing his buttons, but you liked how much he worried over you even more. 

The small smile that crept onto your lips faded the moment Karai slammed open the door, making a grand entrance with a wheeled table covered in objects that reflected the bit of light that now lit the room, giving it an almost romantic glow. It was a small fight to stop the laugh that bubbled in your throat.

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Part 2

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