#I ran to Mami and when I had calmed down I went back and found the church in flames with my family still inside it. Kyubey was watching the

[wolf-who-rips-throats]

I don’t know if my father was a good man in canon, but he was not a good man in my memories.

Edit: please excuse spelling mistakes it’s 2 am and I needed to get this off my chest.

#❤️red lancer #vent #not yan #do not interact unless partners /srs #My father was like the body’s mother only more charasmatic. #He loved what we did for him. Two little girls handing out papers with words we didn’t understand written by a man who was shunned by his #community because he had a different idea of how Christianity could look. #the weather didn’t matter to him. snow or rain or blazing sun my sister and I would stand and pass out papers to people walking along the #street. after he got excommunicated we started to starve so I started stealing food. #my wish helped create a cult. I only know now bc of what this body has experienced that that’s what my wish created. a cult. #even before I got here I still tried to rationalize his actions and explain it to the others like he was good. i tried to pretend he was #what I thought has was—a shepherd calling the flock back to the gates of heaven—when really he was another man using religion as an excuse #to be an utter asshole. I met Mami in that time period and when my father found out I was a puella magi he literally threw me out. #I ran to Mami and when I had calmed down I went back and found the church in flames with my family still inside it. Kyubey was watching the #fire and I begged him to save them. it simply looked at me and said ‘you are fortunate you were not there Sakura Kyouko’. #I don’t know how I managed to survive that night and not turn into a witch but somehow I made it through the next few years stealing and #scavanging but I did. And I made it to Mitikahara. I made it to Sayaka and Homura and Madoka. Sometimes Mami would be there as well. Or #Sayaka wouldn’t be there but that was rare. And now we’re here and my father is nothing but a bad memory.

[thatone-brightstar]

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 4: Bring a fox to a bear fight

Words: 8.7k (wft?!?)

Summary: Tensions with Carmy finally snap.

a/n: In honor of a new poster and release date for season 2, here's chapter 4! Hope you enjoy! xx P.S. There will be some spanish in this but if you're a 'no sabo kid' you can shamelessly use google translate❤️

WARNING: Smut ahead, masturbation, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is mentioned), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

You felt it before even opening your eyes. The growing migraine had settled camp between your brows while you slept and his companion, an uneasy stomach, had you crawling out of bed and into the nearest bathroom to dispose of the undigested contents of last night. You ungracefully swatted your hair out of the way with half your head inside the bowl when a shadow stood by the door you had forgotten to close in the rush of the moment.

“Ay, mira que bonito!” You heard your mother’s taunting voice above you. “You had fun last night, mija?” She said in a fake sweetness, one hand rubbing over your heaving back as your stomach spewed itself into the porcelain.

The torture stopped long enough for you to look up at her through narrow slits, then feeling the acid crawl its way back up again.

“Isn’t this punishment enough?” You managed to say through a sore throat, spitting the last bit of red saliva inside and flushing. ‘Fuckin’ daiquiris’ 

You stood on wobbly knees from the cold tiled floor and rested your face against the wall by the door, your mother staring amused.

“No, those are just consequences, mi amor.” She smirked, reaching to caress your cheek, but stopped midway in distaste when she saw little remains of spit across it. “Maybe when you're clean.” 

A soft sneer curled on your lips and you made a kiss motion at her.

“C’mon mami, gimme a kiss” You teased, leaning forward.

She took a step back as you took one towards her, reaching to pull at her hands. Her head shook in laughter as she stepped deeper in your room and tossed the towel hanging on the wall directly to your head. It fell with a ‘thunk’ to the ground and your vision blurred slightly while leaning down to pick it up.

“Take a shower, you smell like shit.”  Your mother said on her way out the door. “And grandpa made breakfast!” She yelled from the hallway and the volume had your head pounding with heavy fists at your temples.

With sluggish movements, trying to not upset your already ruined digestion, you moved to your closet for a fresh set of clothes, then to your bed to wake up Syd. You found the space empty and wondered how she had gotten up without waking you, considering you were a light sleeper, but too much thinking made your head hurt so you left it to a mystery.

The bright rays of sunshine filtering through the open bathroom window usually appealed as lovely to your houseplant soul, however as you undressed to shower with a permanent scowl, the soft light burnt a hole through your tired retinas. You dragged yourself inside and as soon as the warm water hit your skin, you sighed in relief. There was nothing a warm shower couldn’t cure. 

As you mechanically went through your routine, you assessed the events of the night before and the crater in your chest hollowed all over again. A few salty tears that mixed with the rosemary and lavender shampoo ran down the drain. Despite coming to terms with yourself that you’d solve everything that same day, the small voice in the back of your head nagged that ‘he probably didn’t even wanna see you, anyway’. You took a few calming breaths under the stream and pictured the perfect scenario to counter rest the dark thoughts swarming your unprotected psyche.

 You’d show up to work as always, hopefully less hungover than you were feeling, and ask him to talk in his office. You’d tell him you were an asshole for hurting him and that you wanted nothing more than exactly what he was offering. You’d bicker back and forth for a while, but ultimately it would end precisely how it should have the night before, in a sweet sweet overdue kiss. You’d maybe even get to fulfill one of the many fantasies that flooded your head when he caressed your face in the small barely lit room.

Your breath hitched at the sudden change in direction your mind was taking you in. Behind closed lids, your consciousness had painted a promising picture of blown irises and tangled locks moving in a rhythmic tempo against you. His pearly skin was tainted carmine from the effort it took to contain himself as he slammed repeatedly into you; trained fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your upper thighs while he held you in place over the disheveled desk. Only the sound of shaky breaths and whispered praises filled the room while he confessed just how good you felt panting underneath him.

The vision in your head felt so real to your body, that your pulse had started racing and it had your cunt squeezing around nothing in frustration. A delicate hand slid down past your navel and a sigh of relief left your shaky lips at the sudden contact of your cold finger tips. You used the clear image in your head to aid the pulsing in between your folds, massaging at an equal pace to your vision. You pictured the veins in his arms, tensed with force, one hand holding you down while the other wrapped around your fragile throat and pulled you into a heated kiss. You felt the vibration from his groan travel down your trachea and straight into the speed of your fingers. Your knees quivered at the thought of his messy kisses down your neck, followed by shaky breaths of barely contained moans, your hands clawing at the skin of his back trying to press his chest closer to yours. All it took was the image of Carmy pulling your legs around his waist with force and  burying his face in your neck, pounding ruthlessly against your skin before a strangled sigh left his mouth as he came, painting your insides white. 

The force of a relieving orgasm knocked the strength off your knees and you used your other hand to lean on the chill tile, the stark contrast in temperature running chills along your sensitive skin.  You took a couple calming breaths until your thighs recovered their strength and the once persistent headache had finally subsided. You finished showering with newfound energy.

Dressed and feeling  surprisingly less shitty than expected, you walked  out into the kitchen drying your hair and enticed by the smell of sausages. You rounded the island where your grandpa stood wearing a ‘kiss the chef’ apron and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He handed you a plate of food with a smile and you thanked him then served yourself from the half empty coffee pot. Syd and your mom were having a lively conversation about where she had learned her great spanish as you silently finished your eggs and sausage, not wanting to add to the already noisy ambiance in the small area. Soft guitar strings played from somewhere in the living room, merging with the soft chirping of birds outside the tall windows that illuminated the room in a golden hue. 

As you took a sip of your coffee leaning on the bar, your mother asked Syd if you had already invited the guys from work to your grandpa's 76th birthday next week. Your eyes grew wide in realization, only then did you remember that she had asked you to do it at least two weeks ago and you had not thought about it since. When she said no, your mother turned to you with a glare hidden behind a smile. You swallowed the bitter liquid and lowered your cup.

“I.. was getting around to it.” You confessed turning slowly and taking your empty plate to the sink behind you.

“What did I tell you, eh?” She began scolding you, “I told you ‘do it today before you forget’ and see? You forgot!”

You finished washing your dirty plate with your back to her and rolled your eyes. 

“I’ll tell them today, I promise!” You told her, drying your hands on the gingerbread man dishcloth that had been out since last Christmas. 

She gave you a long ‘Mhmm’ with crossed arms, eyed you with a scowl then rolled her eyes. “You better! I already told your tia Angie to add an extra ten people for the food, I don’t want anything to go to waste, okay?!” She continued as you rounded up your work bag from the couch and signaled for Sydney to hurry up.

She swallowed the last of her breakfast, slid from the stool and walked to the sink where she was about to wash her plate, but your grandfather took it from her hands and shook his head ‘Guest’ he said and pointed to her. She smiled with a ‘Gracias’ then ran to your room to get her things.

“Yes, I know. I’ll do it today.” You finished, walking over to both of them and giving them a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

Your mother grunted slightly but turned her cheek towards you.

“Oh! And invite that Carmy boy,” She said and your stomach churned. “He seems nice, no?” She whispered and scrunched up her nose at you.

“Syd let’s go!” You yelled ignoring her and walked into the hallway where your jacket hung.

“Thank you for breakfast, bye!” She called out to your family and followed you out the door. “Your mom told me that was your setup in the living room?” 

You looked at her confused then remembered the half finished painting surrounded by empty paint tubes and drying brushes. The events from the day before made it seem like it had spent an eternity sitting to dry.

“Yeah, I like painting. Helps with my anxiety” You shrugged.

Sydney answered with a simple nod as you kept walking down the stairs. She reached up to massage her chin at the memory of tripping over the same steps a couple hours ago and a wave of laughter invaded you both as you made the rest of the way down.

You reached The Beef with a building worry. The plan to solve things with Carmy wasn’t as much a plan as it was an idea, and a vague one at that. You figured you had the whole train ride to come up with something, but it was mostly spent controlling your breath and trying not to puke all over the already sticky floors. So as Syd and you walked through the back entrance, unprepared and slightly nauseous, a stabbing sensation pierced your chest at the sight of an unruly head lifting up to meet your eyes.

The knot in your throat obstructed any possible passage of air and you stayed locked in place, grounded by the weight of his gaze.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again.” You whispered to Syd when you were no longer being observed by heavy pools of aquamarine.

He brought his attention back to mixing the dry ingredients for the rub on the beef, but you could tell his back had grown slightly more tense than usual. You passed beside him to the check in clock, muttering a ‘Mornin’ that he answered with a ‘G’Mornin’ chefs’, plural. Sydney shot a sympathetic look at you before moving to her area, lacking motivation. You debated whether to rip the band aid off now or wait until the end of the day, but knowing your impatient nature you knew the shift would be worse if you did nothing now.

“Uhm, Carmy?” Your voice sounded unsure, his fingers twitched slightly at the sound of it.

“Yes, chef.” He answered, mixing all the ingredients thoroughly in a bowl.

“Do you think we can talk?” You cracked your knuckles at your sides, waiting impatiently for his answer.

He looked at you for a millisecond, without bothering to raise his head completely, then moved to the hallway that led to the walk in.

“There’s nothin’ to talk about chef, we're good.” ‘Okay, so not even on a first name basis’ you thought.

You followed close behind and carelessly threw your things into the office floor, then catched the heavy metal door before it slammed shut behind him.

“Yeah you said that, but I feel like we’re not.” The force of the door shutting behind you pushed you fully inside and you were thankful for the cold climate drying your sweaty hands.

He had his back towards you as he rummaged through the stock long enough for it to be obvious that he was trying to avoid you. You fiddled with your fingers in anticipation, waiting for a word or a look, anything that signaled the start of a conversation.

“We are.” He answered, shooting you a brief over the shoulder glance then back to the rack.

You took in a deep breath and began. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said last nig-” He interrupted with a stern call of your name, hands leaning heavily against the shelf.

“-Chef, please,” He corrected, as if the simple syllables of your name physically hurt him to pronounce. His voice was low but authoritative. “If I say we’re good, then we’re good. Alright?” 

“Yes.” You muttered, doing your best to swallow your heart back south into your chest.

“Yes, what?” He paused halfway in a turn, pulling a metal escoffier with the day's beef.

“Yes, chef.” You said through gritted teeth, irritated eyes locked into his.

His stare lingered on you for a moment longer, the tendon on the side on his neck tensed, then he lifted the heavy container and walked right past you, out the small room. You stayed a few moments longer inside, letting the chill air from the vents hit your overheated face and regulate your breath. With a final inhale, you pushed your way out to face the long day with an upset stomach and a beaten up chest.

**********

“I already fuckin’ told you how, Richard,” You spat angerly at him, the migraine in your head growing by the minute. “It’s not rocket science!”

It was the third time that day that he asked you for help because the tablet would go all crazy on him, that was two more than any regular day and you would be happy to explain how his grease covered fingers were the fucking problem, if it weren't for the massive headache that had you on a chokehold since the moment Tina opened the front door.

“Alright, geez! No need to throw in the government names!” He yelled back, throwing his arms up in desperation.

You sighed and dropped the empty dishes you were carrying on the lower counter beside him, then took one of the clean napkins and placed it in his hand. You moved his limp arm like you would a little kid and wiped the screen in demonstration.

“Okay, okay I get it, get off!” He said before swatting your hand away and continuing the task himself.

He kept mumbling under his breath how you were ‘insufferable when you’re hungover ’ and how ‘Carmy should’ve done a better job last night’ as you rounded up the dishes again and walked into the kitchen, not before painfully jamming your elbow into his side.

The hangover wasn’t the only problem, you had spent most of the morning throwing up and were sure you had gotten rid of most of the alcohol in your system. Having Carmy ignore you most of the day was the bigger issue. He had managed to avoid you all through morning prep and even hid in his office during family. You had maybe seen him two or three times during lunch service, but not once did he look up at you. Between having him act as if you weren’t even there and the constant guilt for how the conversation had gone, you were still trying to debate whether you wanted to try and talk things again. If there was anything left to solve.

You kept yourself busy during the break, setting the new tablecloths around the dining room, making sure they fell correctly and tried to ignore the pooling memories of his soft touches with every fabric you pulled out. Once they were set up to your liking, you took the empty cloth bag and walked back inside to save it with your remaining stuff. When you turned the corner towards the office, your sneakers squeaked at your sudden stop and your brow furrowed at the closed door. It was normally always open and you were sure you had left it that way twenty minutes ago when you had gone in to retrieve your things. You shrugged and kept walking to it, assuming it could have been a draft.

The last thing you expected to find inside was a tall blonde standing in the middle of the room beside Carmy. They both turned startled at the sudden intrusion while you stopped abruptly half way in. Your eyes danced between them for less than a second, a growing warmth of embarrassment holding your cheeks hostage. Carmy averted his gaze as the women scanned you expectantly.

“Uh… so-sorry.” You managed to blurt out, throw the fabric by the floor with the rest of your things and quickly shut the door behind you.

A dense huff left your chest when the door finally clicked shut. You moved back as if it were to combust instantaneously and still somewhat disoriented, traveled to the back for a breath of fresh air.

The soft crunch of gravel under your shoes grew therapeutic after the long day, as the smoke from a nearby cigarette floated to your nose and seemed appealing in the moment. Richie sat on one of the stacked up crates digging on the little stones by his feet, cig in between his fingers as he typed energetically on his phone. He looked up long enough to see you walk towards him with an extended hand to bum out a drag. He did so doubtful because he had never seen you smoke before, but didn’t care enough to ask and offered it anyway.

The numbing sensation spread to your head after the second drag, the voices in the back asking why you had quit in the first place. You handed the shorter tube back to Richie and leaned against the brick wall, still faintly warm from the early spring sun. You played with your bottom lip in concentration, racking your brain for ways you could ask him about the woman you saw Carmy with, without sounding too intrusive. ‘Fuck it, he already thought you were fucking, might as well ask.’ you thought.

You cleared your throat with a small cough and he turned to you with raised brows.

“Hey Richie,” You began, picking at the loose skin around your nails. “D-do you know who that blonde woman is? The one in the office?”

“Blonde woman.. Who, Sugar?” He asked leaning back to get a better look at you, smoke between his curled lips.

You shrugged trying to seem as nonchalant as it was possible, with your anxious brain throwing thousands of scenarios per second.

He took another drag, blew the smoke then spoke. “Oh, that’s uhm… that’s Carmy’s wife.” Richie spoke flatly, scratching above his bottom lip to hide an upcoming smirk.

Are you fucking kidding me?! 

The blood underneath your skin began to boil, you felt hot and cold at the same time and your vision blurred with the threat of unsuspecting tears. Your breaths began to grow shorter but heavier as the acid in your stomach tried to claw its way up for the fifth time. You swallowed hard and snatched the cig from his offering hand, inhaling as much of the toxic fumes as it took to settle your boiling anger back into a simmer.

“Oh. She’s pretty.” Was all you were able to say, though it didn’t reflect the indescribable rage you were feeling.

At who, you weren’t sure. Yourself firstly, for being so foolishly naive to assume that he was different from any other tattooed, apron wearing son of a bitch you had met before. For thinking that he was actually interested in you as a human being and didn’t see you as another gold medal to receive as price for fucking the new girl. You were obviously extremely pissed at Carmen because what the actual fuck?! Who fucking does that?! Of course you knew of one fucking person, but did Carmen really think you were never going to find out? Why had Sydney not told you or did she not know either?

A million questions raced through your mind as you took another long inhale of smoke, eyes fixated on the rocky ground. You were so lost in the whirlpool of rage, you didn’t notice how Richie had pulled another cigarette for himself, leaving you the half finished one.

“Guess you didn’t know then, huh?” He asked, flicking the lighter on and burning the herby tip.

You shook your head slowly, thumbnail in between your teeth, the floating smoke from the ember tip between your fingers reached your eyes and made them water. ‘Yeah, that's what it is’, you thought. You sniffed heavily and regained composure because Richie was the last person who you’d let see you have a breakdown.

The dense metal door opened with a creek and the person you dreaded to see the most stepped out into the empty space. He walked towards you and Richie with his own unlit cig between his lips, brow creased when he eyed yours.

“Didn’t you quit?” He asked, nodding his head towards the short tube between your lips. 

Pushing yourself off the brick with a last inhale of smoke, you flicked the end into the nearby garbage and walked past him without a single glance in his direction. You didn’t trust your voice or anything that would come out of it if you decided to answer, so you pushed your way inside and let the broth of your heated emotions simmer in your chest for what was left of the day.

You did what you do best when pissed, suppress everything in a little dark corner in your head and focus on the task at hand, the task now being getting through the dinner rush alive. It seemed like people knew you had a shitty day and could use the distraction because they had not stopped coming in since the doors were reopened at five. Between orders and clearing tables, you had only looked at your watch twice all afternoon, the last being twenty minutes ago when it read 8:30pm. 

Carrying the last of the empty dishes into the back, you spotted Angel leaning lazily against the rack holding the clean kitchenware. You placed the plates lightly on the empty space beside the sink and he groaned in response to seeing them.

“I take it ‘adventure’ was fun, then?” You said teasingly then patted him on the back. “Those are my last ones!” You let him know, walking back out to finish cleaning your station.

A few customers lingered around, only two or three sat on the counter while they waited for their to-go orders, but other than that the dining room had grown empty. It was only then that you felt the weight of the day's events fall hefty on your overworked back. You placed your cool fingertips over your tired eyelids, taking a few long breaths as the dam you had kept all your anger behind began to crack. All you could see were flashes of swaying blues and golden brows as the choir in your brain listed all the reasons you were an idiot for putting your trust in someone again.

‘Please don’t ever think for a second that I would do anything to hurt you.’ The once sweet words now ran like bitter sap down your throat, the stickiness gluing it shut and leaving everything inside to brew until it reached a break point. You didn’t know if you were angrier at him or yourself. You tried to search your memories for any indication or mention of a partner, a ring or maybe even a tan line across his finger, but they all hit a dead end.

Frustration and sadness were a dangerous cocktail mixing at the back of your eyes and picking at your tear ducts, you rubbed hard until you saw stars to try to get the sensation out, but it only seemed to make it worse.

‘No, you are not gonna break now’ you reminded yourself, pulling the tears back into your eyes with a loud sniff. ‘You’re going to finish your shift, tell Carmy where he can stick his stupid fuckin’ spoon and never come back again’. 

You had made that clear in your head while running orders. Every time you picked a new one from the expo and saw his inked hand push it towards you, the annoyance grew uncomfortable in your chest and you had to bite your tongue to the point of injury. You couldn’t stay like this, not when only a couple hours ago you were ready to break your most personal foundation for him, not when some fucked up part of your brain had made you believe that you could even get to love him, and he you.

It seemed of little value now, to think of this place as your safe haven when now you were afraid to catch him around every corner. Afraid of whether you’d want to slap him or kiss him because that’s how confusing your head was starting to feel. An almost inaudible voice in the back had planted the doubt that ‘Maybe this was Richie’s way of getting back at you for being a bitch all day and none of it is true’ but even if it was right, that didn’t take away the fact that things were never going to go back to how they used to. 

If it weren’t true and you stayed, that still left the guilt of rejecting him looming above you both, persistent, dark and never ending. And if it were and you still stayed, knowing that he had consciously tried something with you while having someone waiting for him at home would rip you from the inside out. The last time that happened, you almost didn’t make it out… and nothing promised that this time would be any different.

With the new found heaviness of old wounds, you cleared your throat from the asphyxiating knot  and continued to clean the mess left on the table, for what felt like the last time. You thoroughly scanned the room for remaining garbage, then took the last bags out to the back dumpster. One last swipe of the counters and there was nothing more left to do. You wanted to keep looking for things to do, things to clean or rearrange. Anything to delay the inevitable. But as you turned off the light inside the closed space, you knew you had to do it.

The kitchen was empty as you made your way slowly through the hallway, everyone had gone home at least twenty minutes before. Syd had even asked if you wanted company, but you denied it politely, knowing it was something you had to do alone; besides you didn’t know how rude you were gonna get and were in no need of an audience. 

A growing anxiety took a hold of your chest as you reached the small office door and you spotted Carmy sitting with his back towards the entrance. Your step faltered when your legs grew weak at the thought of confrontation and as if he could feel your presence, the chair turned in your direction. He swallowed at the sight of you, brows raised in surprise, weighing heavy on your heart. You forced yourself inside and leaned down by the foot of the door that had become a foster home for your bag during the last month and a half.

He cleared his throat with a cough and you looked up at him expectantly.

“You headin’ home?” He asked, playing with the pen in his hand.

Swallowing the knot back down, you nodded and stood straight. “Yeah.. and I won’t be back.” His expression changed to one of worry. “So… thank you and fuck you.” 

With the strap held like a lifeline, you turned in place and tried to make your way out of the small space before he had a chance to react.

“Wait, wait, wait-” He said loudly following behind you.

He quickly rounded the station through the other side and reached the hallway that led to the steward area and the backdoor before you, extending a strong arm against the rack and locking you in. You stopped abruptly, almost knocking face first into his bicep, then took two steps back for space.

“Can you please, tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, almost as much as you were avoiding his intense stare. He took a step forwards, lightly leaning down to your eye level and that made you glare at him instantly, because was he fucking squaring up at you? You stood your ground and raised your brows in defiance. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense up, eyes swirling with a hurricane.

“I don’t want to work here anymore… with you.” You answered with difficulty. Your voice was betraying your stand.

“Why?” He asked with a blank stare.

“Because I don’t think it’s ethical.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you’re a son of a bitch.” This began to frustrate you.

“Why?”

“Because how fuckin’ dare you hit on me when you’re fuckin’ married!” You finally exploded.

“Is that all this is about?!” He finally answered clearly.

“What do you mean ‘Is that all’!  That “all” is a big fuckin’ deal!”

“Who told you that shit, anyway?!” Carmy asked frustrated, the tint on his skin rising up his neck.

“I saw her in your office, what? You thought I was never gonna find out?!”

“Who, Sugar?!”

“Yes, Sugar!” You shouted exasperated, had he always been this irritating? 

He breathed out a humorless laugh, one hand rubbing his mouth, the other on his hip as he stared down at you.

“Sugar… is my fuckin’ sister. Wh-who told you that married shit?!” He asked, waving his hand angrily in the air.

“Doesn’t matter, the fuck was I supposed to know that?!” You shouted back, too deep in now to swallow down the contents of your mistake, scattered all over the floor.

“I don’t know, maybe you could have asked me!”

“Oh, like you would tell me shit.” You responded, rolling your eyes at him and crossing your arms over your chest. It was a lost fight but you were too stubborn to admit you were wrong now.

“Seriously? That’s fuckin’ rich coming from you. You wanted me to believe I scared you into leaving!” He takes another step towards you and this one has you sliding a couple inches back.

“I said I was sorry, okay?” The heavy pounding vibrated inside your ears as adrenaline mixed blood traveled faster into your head. 

“Yeah well, you say that a lot lately.” He answered sarcastically, the pain hidden behind thin humor had your arms lose their grip and fall flaccid beside you.

“Look, that’s not the point,okay? The point is I can’t stay here.” You reply defeated, a pang of guilt hitting your stomach.

“Why?! Cause of some made up wife that turned out to be my sister?!” 

You turned to the metal table behind you and dropped your bag on top with a loud clang of what you assumed were your keys inside. Sweaty palms rested on top of the cool surface and you let your head hang low while you tried to calm your anger down. Maybe you did go a bit too far by not asking him first, but in your defense, being hot headed was part of your nature.

“No Carmy- because I can’t stand seeing you every second of every day and not being able t-to touch  you or-or kiss or do anything about all these stupid feelings inside! ” You finally confessed when you could no longer see his intense stare. The words stumbled out like the alcohol contents of that morning, heavy, fast and unstoppable.

Your heavy breaths and the running motor of the walk in are the only sounds audible in the reduced space. But if you could take a peek in either of your heads, you’d be surprised at the amount of swarming voices trying to decipher a million thoughts per second. Your eyes were fixated on the carefully organized spices resting on the second level of the table.

“So that’s your plan, then? Leavin’ cause you like me too much, but you can’t do anything while you’re here.” He whispered and you heard the light squeak of his kitchen shoes as he moved closer to you.

As the cloud of anger slowly dissipated, giving pathway to clear thoughts, the undertones of his words appeared unobstructed in front of you. You blinked continuously as you played out the idea in your head.

“Yeah… I-I guess.” You mumbled.

A soft breath escaped your lips when you felt a warm touch contrast to the chill surface. You looked down to your left hand, a bigger one placed carefully on top, skilled fingers inching close to the free space between yours, a tickling feeling erupting at the touch. Your fingers rounded softly around his and that was the sign of reassurance he needed to step closer to you, chest pressing fully to the length of your back and caging you to the table.

He held your palm like delicate glass under his rough hand, both of your eyes trained on the curved limbs, afraid the eye contact would strip your souls too bare. Carmy whispered your name like a prayer, voice soft enough only for you to hear in the empty space, a wisp of sultry air hit the base of your neck and erupting chills around the sensitive skin.

“You are amazingly smart, really fuckin’ funny and it would be a lie if I said I wouldn’t miss you… but if having you with me means not seeing you here every day, then I will gladly fire you myself.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, soon replaced by a sharp intake when you felt his fingertips brush gently at the base of your neck, moving your hair out of the way then leaning down to place a tender kiss to the skin. Your vision blurred at the edges from the simple touch and the hand holding his, locked tight around tattooed fingers. He kept planting small kisses to your rising skin, stealing small gasps from your chest, finding it adorable and amusing all at once. You felt a shy smile against your neck as his right digits skimmed over the soft velvet of your other arm.

It was ridiculous how his effortless touch had you almost losing grasp of your self control so easily. You tried to regain your composure, or at least concentrate on what would leave your mouth next, other than shameful gasps. Your mouth fell dry when his right hand curled at your waist and when he pressed himself closer to you, your lips parted open like a fish praying for a drop of water outside the ocean.

“Want me to stop?” He whispered in between pecks. He knew your answer from the way your body was reacting to him, but the never ending voice in the back of his head made him doubtful.

You shook your head no, not trusting the words in your mouth, swallowing dryly,  and took the chance to turn around as best you could in the limited space. With heaving breaths and a thumping heart you finally looked up into the cloudless sky trapped in his eyes. Your brows furrowed at the marvelous change they reflected from the tired man you had grown to care for.

Now with a clear head, a different answer manifested in your mind as the one you had given the night before. If it meant you had to lose one thing to gain another even better, then so be it. You weren’t breaking any self imposed rule, only finding a loophole around it. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted this. No angry voices in your head alarming you of what a terrible idea this was. It was only you, him and the prospect of a future together, however long it may be.

You stood on your toes and at last, closed the little distance left between your lips, He kissed back almost immediately, like he had been waiting for this exact moment, soft hungry lips dancing gracefully against each other. His hands moved to wrap around your waist again, pulling you closer as yours curled hard around the flimsy material of the white shirt on his torso. You bit lightly on his bottom lip and a small groan vibrated from his throat into yours and directly in between your thighs.

Without an inch of hesitation, he parted from your kiss and strong arms lifted you up to sit on the chill metal. Your legs opened for him to step in between and your cheeks would have gone crimson at the way they parted instantly if he would have given you a chance, but immediately after moving into the welcoming space, his hand circled the back of your neck and crashed your lips to his again with new found passion. The view was parallel to your imagination and a soft moan escaped your lips at the sweet memory, one he swallowed gladly. His other hand massaged your upper thigh, thumb brushing tenderly over the inside of your jeans, very close to the pulsing center where you needed him most. 

You held on to his shoulder in support and threaded your fingers through his hair, just like you had imagined many times before. His hand squeezed your thigh deliciously at a pull to his roots and the vibration that escaped his throat allowed you to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue to caress his own. Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you would rather die by asphyxiation than lose the rhythm you had carefully cultivated with him.

The hand on your thigh traveled back slowly, both meeting at the base of your spine. Still in your cloudy haze, you expected him to continue his exploration down, but his fingers stayed spread out at the bottom of your back, unable to move. With hands still knotted in golden strands, you circled your legs around what you could reach of his hips and pulled him closer than before. An involuntary snap of his pelvis against your core ripped a surprised whimper from your mouth and the sound seemed to be enough of a push for his hands to reach down to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the metal and kneading the tender flesh.

You could feel the straining bulge against his jeans as he continued to grind persistently, a strong grasp on your body. Short gasps escaped your lips at the friction, just enough to get you riled up but not to reach the high you were chasing. Peeling your lips from his to take a heavy breath, you pecked down his jaw and up to his ear where you rolled his lobe between your teeth. He shivered under your touch, a shaky laugh leaving his lips as his head fell on your shoulder and his movements faltered.

“Carmy… ” You pleaded into his ear.

It didn’t matter if you sounded pitiful, the only thing you needed at the moment was for him to take you hard on that table. You let go from his hair and dropped your hands to the buttons of his black jeans while you worked his ear between licks and tiny bites. His hands mirrored yours, fluidly popping the buttons open and sliding the thick material down your legs. Your sneakers fell to the ground with an empty noise when you kicked them off as he discarded your jeans somewhere on the kitchen floor, then pushed your hand down the loose waistband of his jeans and boxers to his welcoming hard cock.

His breath got caught in his throat from the sudden touch of your ever-cold hands, a heavy moan leaving his lips and tickling the inside of your neck. You stroked the surprising length with slow movements. You didn’t expect him to be so… gifted, at least he didn’t carry himself like it. It was a nice shock, one that had you grinding against nothing on the cool metal.

He must have sensed your desperation as a struggling whine left your mouth, because he placed a trail of soft kisses back up to your face. One of his hands rubbed your cheek tenderly, softly shushing you while his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Shh, it’s okay” Carmy muttered with a low raspy voice. “I got you… I got you.” He placed soft kisses over your whimpering lips. The change in his tone from what you were used to made the movements of your hand waver inside his jeans and you squeezed lightly around his cock.

With no warning, skilled fingers rubbed at your folds through the fabric of your damp underwear, forcing a guttural moan to escape the deepest part of your being. He repeated the circular motion whilst peppering around your heaving lips with wet kisses. Using your thighs for support, you grind your hips to his palm, looking for release and speeding up your movements carefully on your other hand.  He answered your actions by pushing your underwear to the side and massaging the tender area at a torturous pace.

A shock wave traveled up your spine at the contact, your hips chasing after his touch. He teased your entrance with his middle finger, rubbing around it but not quite going all the way.

“Fuck… Carmy, please” You managed to say between gasps, pushing your hips towards him to stimulate the friction.

“Please what?” He asked through gritted teeth, screwed brows betraying the blankness in his voice.

 You tried following his movements, but the hand on your cheek quickly snapped down to your soft thighs, pressing you down with strength onto the counter top, a small smack rippling through your skin and vibrating tight down to your core.

“C’om on, chef… use your words for me.” He whispered near your ear and the simple sentence had your cunt gripping around nothing. “D'you want me to fuck you?” He asked, middle finger dipping halfway into you with a torturing pace. “To fill you up here, in the middle of my kitchen?”

Oh. Oh.

This was new. As well as the bubble of excitement growing in the valley between your legs. You had never been a fan of dirty talk, but the way your body was reacting to his words made you believe that no one had done it correctly until now. Gone was the stuttering man who couldn’t hold eye contact with you at the start, now replaced by some smooth motherfucker who could make you come with just his words.

“Yes… please” Short gasps followed your words. 

“Yes what?” He pulled his mouth from your neck and stared down at you through hooded eyelids.

You could feel his pulse vibrate through his heavy dick in your hand as short breaths left your kiss swollen lips. The words fell thick in your throat, trapped between a whine and a gasp. Your thoughts streamed rapidly in your head and you knew that no future scenario would ever live up to this moment. You knew it wasn’t just about the sex he was asking approval for, it was about the whole conversation. The fight, the confession, the plated tray with his heart atop it that you had left untouched the night before. He needed the reassurance that this was not a goodbye or a one and done.

“Yes chef” You whispered with no doubts. 

You pulled your hand from inside his jeans, then used your legs to pull them further down and finally free his erection from its confined space. And without taking your eyes off his, you reached up to your mouth, stuck out your tongue and swiped a thick coat of saliva to your digits. His lips parted in a daze, dark eyes flickering to your lips then back to your glossy stare.

The moment your hand made contact with his pulsing girth, he knew he was done for.

He pulled your hips to the edge, then carelessly removed your underwear and his shirt. Your eyes caught on dark designs decorating his hard abdomen and rib cage, and your mouth watered at the idea of tracing your tongue on each individual line, but the velvet tip of his cock sliding between your opening knocked all the thoughts inside your head.

“Shit..”He said under a shaky breath “D-do you have one?”

His forehead pressed to yours, both sets of eyes fixed on the view below them.

“No but, uhm.. I got an IUD. I-I’m all set.” 

“Yeah, no..uhm, I mean cool, t-that’s great.” He responded with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah..” You answered amused.

You held his cock in your lubricated hand as his tip found your entrance, then slowly disappeared past your folds. A shared groan vibrated in the closeness of your chest when a delicious ache tingled along your cunt at the sudden stretch. Carmy dropped his head to place a kiss against your clothed shoulder and circled his hands under your thighs for a better grip. He stayed immobile for a couple long seconds, basking in the tight hold your pussy had around him, so much better than what he had ever imagined.

You shuttered beside his ear when he unsteadily pulled back almost to the tip and a small smile curled on his lips. Carmy took a calming breath to ease his racing heart, and without warning slammed his hips deep into your own, thick fingers kneading at the underskin of your thighs. The force of his pace pulled the last puffs of air from your lungs, leaving you a panting mess underneath his touch. One of your hands gripped the slick surface behind you for support while the other clawed against Carmy’s back, pressing him impossibly closer to you.

A thread of ‘Fuckfuckfuck’ and ‘Oh god’ spilled from your mouth with each strong thrust assaulting your body. Your senses were overwhelmed by his actions, every individual pound against you was followed by the obscene sound of slapping skin and blurred vision. His hips snapped repeatedly into you, pushing everything out of the way and filling you up with only him. You could feel him so deep in you that the taste of his cock lingered on your tongue.

The force of his movements rattled the legs of the table and a few spice containers fell around you, but that didn’t seem important enough for him to stop his brutal force.

A long fuck shaped groan left his throat, the dirty noise making your grip on his dick tighten.

“Fuck C-Carmy” You breathed out with wavering strength.

He separated from your neck long enough to admire how beautiful you looked under him. Baby hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead and rubies decorated your freckled cheeks. Your eyes were blown wide and brows knit together as you took in every of his firm thrusts. He could see the soft bounce of your breasts under your thin shit and he could only dream of what he would do with them when you had more time.

“W-what” You asked him when you caught him staring longingly at you.

His movements slowed down but didn’t stop fully, only enough to take in the full view of your glowing skin and panting chest.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He sighed and a breathy laugh vibrated softly against your joined bodies.

 He pulled you into a soft kiss, savoring the taste of the heated moment and categorizing it under one of the best things he had placed upon his tongue. A sharp gasp ripped from your chest when he snapped his pelvis deep into you, hitting a specific spot that left you a mumbling mess under his tips. He did it again, just to see you fall apart at his touch, head falling back and gasping for air. 

Carmy found the whole experience extra corporeal and as if something had gained total control of his body, his hands carried your thighs higher up and pressed them to your chest, each socked foot resting on his broad shoulders. You took your nails from his back and rested both pals behind you, keeping you upright. Then he angled himself to where he felt a soft stop inside you and began to snap his hips against it.

The sensation was so strong you could barely mutter his name. You felt him everywhere, so deep you could feel him up your throat, in your bloodstream and every individual cell in your body. Your skin burned to the touch and nothing other than him pounding ruthlessly against you made sense in your mind. He was fucking you stupid, pulse beating in your navel and eyes covered in blinding stars.

You tried to let him know, warn him even, but nothing other than his name fell like prayer beads from your heaving lips. You squeezed your cunt around him and a small falter in his actions gave you some room to breathe.

“Fuck I-I can’t, Car-Carmy I'm gonn-” You struggled, waiting for the air to reach your lungs, but it was all tainted by the smell of sex and him.

“Let go, baby, let go” He cooed between moans.

And it was all you needed to hear to finally lose yourself completely to his touch. The smacking noise grew louder as he gripped your thighs with one arm around them, then the other traveled between you, placing his thumb above your swollen clit and pushing down in insistent circles. 

The pressure in the base of your belly ultimately broke with a snap and an uncontained moan painted the walls of the empty kitchen in a lilac hue. Your vision blurred as tears of bliss gathered under your eyelids and your body floated into nothingness. Your walls pulsed around his dick with two more thrusts and that was enough for him to follow you down the rabbit hole of your joined orgasm. A choked growl vibrated in his chest and streaks of red crawled their way up his neck and buried at his cheeks with his release.

His grip on your legs loosened when he used his hands to steady his weight against the table, and let them fall carefully around his waist as he catched his breath. With his head hanging low, he pecked small kisses to your exposed skin. Your head hanging back with eyes shut, trying to enjoy the last ripples of pleasure turning into shallow waves. One of your hands caressed up his sweaty skin and buried into the tangled mess of his hair lovingly.

A soft pleased smile covered his features, closed eyelashes feathering lightly against yours. His large palm rested beside your still trembling thigh, soft thumb rubbing calming circles and a small chuckle left his lips.

“It was fuckin’ Richie, wasn’t it?” He asked, breaking the pleasant blissful silence you had sat in for however long it took to settle your raging heartbeats.

You nodded in response with your own small laugh and heard him mumble a ‘Fuckin’ Richie’, raising his head and looking lovingly into your glossed over eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll just tell everyone he’s the reason I quit so they hate him for a little while.” You whispered and a beautiful sound left his lips.

It was a soft relaxed sighed laugh, the kind you don’t have to force and that vibrates directly from your chest out, brightening the space around you. Your chest tightened at the melodious sound and your brows scrunched up in awe when he finally opened his eyes again. The ever present line of worry above his brows was gone, leaving behind only the tint of rich aquamarine and sapphire blues.

Chapter 5.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne and that’s it lmao

#carmen berzatto x reader #the bear & the fox #carmen berzatto x you #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy smut #the bear tv #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy x poc reader

[bubbleswrld]

Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

/////

Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #tjd #the judgement day #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea x reader

[nanapeachy]

NANAMI AS DAD AND HUSBAND

reader is black!!

warning: mentions of pregnancy and suggestive themes

MASTERLIST

He almost cried when you announced the pregnancy at the family dinner.

It turned out that you had been pregnant for 2 months but found out recently due to the symptoms.

The whole pregnancy was you going through alot of emotions and nanami was always good with dealing with it so it was no big deal for him.

“no his name is deroy, not melon“ you argued with him about the kitten he has gotten for you and the both of you were fighting for the name or whether the kitten was a female or male. “fine you will name her deroy while I name her melon, okay?“ nanami placed the small kitten on your big pregnant stomach and your hand reaching towards to caress it.

When it was time to give birth, you panicked really hard, like really really hard when you felt your concentrations appearing and disappearing. your water broke during labor and it was one of the messiest experience you went through.

Of course your husband kento was besides you to distract you and trying to calm you down but in the inside his heart was beating fast and he almost cried when he saw the babies head.

After almost twenty hours of a painful labour and your husband panicking in the inside, you gave birth to a healthy girl named leilani koharu nanami.

Kento was so proud of you for enduring this just for you to give birth to a beautiful girl and he has never been that super happy like that.

The first two weeks were very hard and restless nights for you. leilani was always crying and making you ditch your sleep for the whole day just to tend to her. you knew that the nurse telling you that breastfeeding was indeed hard you still managed with it but also ending up with sore breasts for the whole week.

Kento was always a great help when you wanted a break and he spends his whole day taking care of leilani while you slept the whole day and relaxing yourself.

Time was moving a bit faster than you realized when you watched leilani crawl for the first time or attempting to stand up to chase the small kitten.

sometimes you do let the six month old stand on the couch while you sat there to make sure she doesn't fall over as she was giggling at the kitten running around the carpet.

Kento sometimes took her out to the park to let her play there but it was also a bit difficult since she refused to leave his side.

“do you think I should start braiding her hair?“ you ask your husband who shrugged while you ran your hair through your daughters short brown hair. “thats your choice darling“ he said watching leilani crawl herself up to her fathers lap who immediately laughed at her cuteness.

Kento was a really caring father aswell as husband.

He always made sure to spend most of his day off times with the two of you and sometimes trying to convince you into another baby since its been almost three years and leilani was turning 3.

“she was complaining about the cornrows and crying but fell asleep after that“ you chuckled entering your shared bedroom and closing the door behind you. “she will get used to that“ kento watched you get on top of his lap. “I changed my mind, maybe we should give her a sibling“ you grinned running your manicured nails through his bare chest.

“then what are you waiting for, mami“

Anyways, leilani was beginning to be real talkative and kento took the chance to learn her japanese since you insisted that she learns more about her fathers side.

“mommyyyy, what is inside? papa said there is something inside“ leilani asked you softly poking on your belly as you looked down to the three year old curiously looking at you back. ”did he really say that?“ you glanced at kento who was busy typing on his laptop with his serious face making you want to laugh but also finding it hot.

“he said there is baby inside“ the little girl pointing at your belly and you were obviously not showing but for some reason kento knew you were pregnant, again.

“he can't do keep his mouth shut huh?“

#nanami x black!reader #black!reader #jjk #kento nanami #nanamixreader #jujutsu kaisen

[biisexualemma]

sister. oscar diaz

word count: 2727

warnings: very brief mention of sexual harassment but nothing explicit

requested: nope

plot: you’re trying to look out for your family

a/n: i’m working on requests i promise, please don’t think i forgot if i haven’t got around to yours yet! :(( but i wrote this sooooo long ago and never posted it but here it is. sorry i’m so slow at writing oop

masterlist

you came to pick up your sister. that was it. you didn't plan on getting mixed up in the heat of the party. you were gonna go in, grab her and get out. you were getting sick of having to pick up her drunk ass all the time, you were going to have to words when you found her. you pulled up outside the diaz house, noting all the people congregating outside. you took a deep breath, pulling the keys out the ignition and forcing yourself to go inside.

you walked passed the drunkards in the front yard, ignoring the cat calls from the santos members. you just kept your eyes forward and didn't react. once you got inside you had to force yourself through crowds of people, all, either drunk or high. you almost gagged at the smell in here. you never understood how people enjoyed these stupid parties. when you were in high school you never attended these kinds of things. you weren't unpopular, but you definitely kept to yourself despite what your friends would get up to. you were more school oriented. you were a college now, currently enjoying your summer break. that was when you weren't running around after your sister, making sure she was safe. everything was so different in freefridge to how it was when you were growing up. it wasn't as safe. plus, she'd been on and off with spooky's little brother, so you definitely had to keep a close eye on her. you knew what spooky was like. you went to school with him, he was a couple grades above you but you got the gist of him.

you huffed, reaching the back yard, you looked around still not spotting your sister or any of her dumb friends. if she got off without you again, you were going to kill her. she could be so stupid when she was drunk, which was exactly why you had to find her before someone else did.

you spotted spooky across the yard and quickly marched over to him. you stuck out from the crowd. everyone was dressed for a party. you were in wearing jeans and a tee with no makeup and your jacket wrapped around you. you didn't care. you didn't care about any of these people. you recognised some of them from around the block, some from school, but most of them were santos. right now, you just wanted to find monse.

"spooky," you caught his attention. he turned to face you, pulling out of the conversation he was in with other santos members. they eyed you up. you frowned, disgusted by their smirks. you ignored them and turned back to spooky, shaking your head. "where's your stupid lil' brother?"

"lil' spooky?" one of the santos chimed in, oscar raised an eyebrow when he was spoken over. the guy continued to talk though regardless of the way spooky was looking at him. "he already left with some fine ass hyna. come party with some real hombres, mami."

you rolled your eyes. "was i talking to you, coño?" you hated the santos. they walked around so entitled. like they owned everything and anyone. you wanted to slap some sense into this guy. you came to find your sister, not see how many guys can hit on you in one night. you turned back to spooky who was wearing a smirk, as he watched you tell his boys off.

"you wanna start somethin', puta?" he retaliated. you balled your hands into fists. you couldn't take much more from boys tonight. if cesar really had ran off with your sister again you were gonna kill them both.

before you could go off, spooky grabbed your arm and pulled you to his side. he frowned at the santos member that was causing trouble with you. "fuck off somewhere else, pendejo,” they did as he said and dispersed. you were still pissed.

"nice friends you've got there," you huffed, pulling your arm out of his grip. you'd had enough. you'd been here for ten minutes and that was long enough. now you were looking at him properly, you noticed his eyes were stinging red. he was definitely high. "and you're high, so you're not gonna be much help."

you ran your hand across your face. you were stressed. you just wanted to keep monse safe. you hated when she got herself into situations like this and rang you to get her out of them.

"damn, what's up your ass?" he joked, stifling a laugh.

"don't," you pointed a warning finger at him. "it's your brother who's off with my sister right now, god knows where. probably dragging her into some mess she doesn't need to be in," you were really going off on him. he could tell you were really just worried and everything else was just adding unnecessary stress. "you santos have a way of causing shit."

he frowned, slightly offended by your comments. "ey, mami, whatever mess your mana is in. i'm sure she can get herself out of it. don't be coming for lil' spooky—"

"he's put my sister through enough heartbreak so i'm entitled to hate him,” you crossed your arms over your chest. you didn't care in oscar was this big scary gang leader. not much scared you, never mind a guy who called himself spooky.

he continued to look down at you with a sour expression. you weren't afraid to say exactly what you were thinking, you certainly didn't hold back around him. he kinda liked it. he never thought much of you, he vaguely remembered you from school and has seen you around now and again whenever he was picking up cesar.

"she's a big girl," oscar scoffed, raising an eyebrow at you. anyone else spoke about his brother like that and he'd knock 'em out. "she doesn't need you chasin' after her."

you through your hands up in frustration. you were getting nowhere with him. "she's fifteen and she's drunk. and all i know is right now that she's off with a santos."

he didn't like the way you said santos. like it was shameful to you that your sister should be seen with a santos. he shook his head, ignoring your comment again. he wasn't gonna fight with you over this, you were too worked up and he was too high. he sighed, rolling his eyes. "if she's with cesar. she's fine."

"you don't know that," he watched you, jittering slightly the longer this conversation dragged out. you should be looking for her, not arguing with oscar. he understood how you were feeling. oscar couldn't count the amount of times he's had to chase after cesar to back him up, or pick him up. he was a pain in the ass, always getting himself into trouble. but he was a good kid. he would never get monse involved in that shit. he knew that.

"yeah i do," you met his eyes again, worry now consuming you. you ran your hand through your hair, a nervous habit you had. "cesar's a good kid. i raised him. he won't let anything happen to her," his lips pulled into a straight line as he watched you eye him up.

"if you raised him then i'm definitely worried," oscar rolled his eyes.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffed. he'd had enough of you mouthing off about cesar, and the santos. you didn't know when to stop talking.

"i know you."

"nah, you don't though ."

"but i know guys like you," you frowned. "and you ain't shit. so don't tell me how to feel,” you snapped. you were breathing pretty heavy. "i gotta go find my sister,” you turned away from him, leaving the party as quick as you could. you pushed through the crowds, taking a deep breath when you finally got outside again. the cat calls continued as you walked across his front yard. you ignored them. continuing to your car that you'd parked down the street.

"ey!" you flipped around to see oscar running down the street towards you. "what the fuck you doing? you just gonna walk around till' you find 'em?"

you furrowed your brows. "it's none of your business."

"my brother. my business,” he retorted.

you rolled your eyes. "now you care? get lost, oscar. i can find her myself."

"i'm not letting you walk by yourself,” you started to walk away from him, taking a few steps backwards. you scoffed at his comment.

"not letting me?" your eyes widened. "i don't need you telling me what i can and can't do, too. alright?"

oscars expression stayed the same, furrowed brows and lips pursed. you knew how to push his buttons. you were so angry and stubborn he wanted to shake you so you'd calm down. but you could tell oscar wasn't budging on this one.

you sighed. "i have a car."

oscar eyed you for a second. you were awaiting his response but it never came. he walked passed you, nudging your shoulder as he did. "what're you doing now?" you huffed.

"coming with. which ones yours?" he looked over his shoulder, he waved his finger between the row of cars.

"i don't need you to come with me."

"i know," oscar shrugged. "still coming."

"do you really have to?" you rolled your eyes, carrying on walking again, guiding oscar to your car parked up the street. he looked your car up and down and shuddered.

"this is what you drive?" he frowned.

"it's what i can afford,” you didn't look at him, "we can't all be rich off drug money,” unlocking the doors and climbing into the drivers seat. you'd had enough of him, you didn't care if he came or went at this point. still, oscar slid into the passenger seat without a word. he looked straight ahead, his jaw tensed. you felt like you'd said something wrong. you didn't think he took anything to heart. it's not like he knew you even existed before tonight.

you both drove in silence around the block. both keeping an eye out because in reality you had no idea where you were going or what to look out for. you hated monse right now. a simple text was all it took for her to tell you she was ok.

"why you hate me so much? you don't even know me." he spoke after a long period of silence. you glanced at him out the corner of your eyes while you continued to drive slow down the street, checking your side of the street for any sight of your sister. oscar was doing the same on his side.

"i don't," you mumbled, half paying attention. you didn't want to talk to him anymore. "i hate your stupid gang."

"los santos,” you scoffed.

"you're kidding?" he didn't budge. he watched you for an answer. you sighed. "you're pigs. you're supposed to be saints? you're supposed to protect our block? all you do is scare people. you're just bullies."

he was quiet for a moment. you glanced at him again, seeing him looking right back at you. he wore a stern look on his face still. you wondered whether he ever changed his expression. he always looked angry or bored. "do i scare you?"

"no," you were quick to reply. oscars eyes never moved from you, you could feel him watching you while you drove. "but your friends are misogynistic assholes, who know how to make girls feel uncomfortable."

"why you so angry all the time, mami?" oscar fought back. he was sick of you coming at him all the time. he hadn't done anything to you that he was aware of. you were just mean. "what we ever done to you?"

"plenty," you could count the number of times santos members had rolled up, shouting at you from their cars. or how many times you'd been felt up at parties. how many times you'd been made to feel uncomfortable.

"name one," oscar challenged. you were sick of him. sick. you ignored him. you weren't about to amuse him. he didn't know half the things his precious santos got up to clearly. "you can't can you—"

"will you shut up?" you snapped. oscar was taken aback. he was joking but clearly he misread the situation. he furrowed his brows. you quickly looked over at him, disgusted. "you wouldn't get it. you're one of them. you're a stupid boy who loves to make girls feel small and insecure."

"you don't know me, ma."

"see! stop calling me shit like that!" you slammed your hands on the wheel, you couldn't take much more from him. you quickly pulled up to the curb. you took a deep breath, running your hand through your hair. oscar was regretting get in the car with you now.

"why do you hate us so much?" he asked again. you were too defensive to be telling the truth. he wanted to know why you were so against him and his gang. he couldn't work it out in his head.

you shook your head, quiet for a long time before you finally answered him. he sat patiently, not moving while he waited.

"i slept with one of your boys," you admitted. "a long time ago," you kept your eyes locked straight ahead you didn't want to see the judgement in his eyes. "i told him i didn't wanna do it again— because i wasn't ready. so he told everyone i was a massive whore. and everyone believed him. and guys never stopped coming for me. cat calling. lifting up my skirt. trying to make me do stuff behind the bleachers—" you sighed, closing your eyes tight when you thought about it. you hadn't talked about this in a long time. you'd tried not to think about it, tried to put it behind you when you finally finished high school.

"so don't act like your friends aren't shitty people. because they're the worst," you clenched the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white. you didn't want him to feel sorry for you. you didn't want to tell him any of that but he wouldn't stop pestering you for an answer.

"i didn't know,” he mumbled. you turned your head slightly, watching him now his expression had changed. you couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "sorry."

"it doesn't matter," you shook your head. you stuck the keys back in the ignition and turned them. "can you just do me one favour?"

he nodded. "ring cesar. ask him about monse,” he nodded again, pulling out his phone. he didn't think twice before finding his brothers number.

"i raised him better than that," he mumbled quietly. "if your sisters with cesar. she's good. i promise."

you nodded, somehow believing him. he pressed his phone to his ear, cesar almost immediately picking up. something about the expression on oscars face made you feel weird. he seemed to care all of a sudden. he wasn't teasing you anymore.

you listened intently as he spoke on the phone to his brother before hanging up briefly afterwards. "well?" you asked hopefully.

"they're at jamal's."

you breathed a sigh of relief. "lets go. i'm gonna kick both their asses for putting me through that."

"i'll be whooping cesar's ass, don't worry," you shot him a small smile before pulling off and driving to jamal's house. it was a long-ish drive seeing as he lived a little further away than the rest of the gang but the ride was quiet. neither of you spoke till you pulled up outside the house.

oscar unbuckled his seatbelt, about to hop out when you touched his hand. he quickly turned back to you. "what? what's up?"

"can you not tell anyone about what i told you before?" he furrowed his brows. he didn't realise that you thought he would. "i don't want monse to know about any of that shit. ok?"

he nodded. "secrets safe with me, mami — i mean—"

"no— it's alright," you shook your head when the pet name slipped out. "it's kind of nice when you say it."

his lips grew into a stupid smirk. you pushed his shoulder, laughing gently. "shut up and come on,” you couldn't help but feel a little differently towards him than you did at the start of the night.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Grey Balloons.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

*Grey Socks*

*Grey Boxes*

Big shout out to @beccabarba for being my Bishop Beta and one of my cheerleaders for this series.

Warnings: May have triggers for some, this one takes a different turn talking about loss of a baby without detail (not what your thinking) and talks about a hard dark past. Miguel’s mean side and a slap in the face. Smut and fluff.

WC: 2517.

Enjoy x

You stood between Rosa and Bishop waiting for the door to open and you couldn’t believe you were here again. Your fingers were intertwined with Bishop’s and he squeezed your hand, kissing your shoulder,

“As soon as you say the word, we leave” Bishop looked over at you.

“Ok” you sighed.

The door opened to a smiling Erin and she welcomed you all with big hugs and ushered you all to the outside area. You all walked outside to Christobel, sitting in a ball pit playing, after putting his present on the table and he reached his hands out to you for you to pick him up. You bent down taking him in your arms and you, Rosa and Bishop made a fuss of him making him giggle. Emily walked out of the house towards you guys and you looked over at her with a soft smile on her face,

“Thank you for coming” she kissed you all on the cheek “Christobel is so lucky to have you all here to celebrate”

“Where’s Miguel?” Bishop looked over at Emily, putting his hand on the small of your back.

“He shouldn’t be long” Emily gave him a tense tight smile “He had some business to handle this morning. You know how it is”

The day had lingered on with too much food. There was a tension in the air but it wasn’t the time to deal with it. Emily was playing nice, but you knew it was a front, a calm before the storm and you didn’t want to stick around for it to strike. You were all sitting around the pool chatting between the three of you when Miguel strutted out through the doors with his chest puffed out and cleanly shaven. You and Rosa instantly gave each other a look and he made his way over to you all greeting you with hugs, kisses and handshakes.

You and Rosa stood huddled together, Bishop holding onto your hand tightly as you watched on at Miguel holding Christobel in front of a balloon arch of white and grey balloons and an over-the-top decorated cake. You titled your head watching intently at how Emily tried to get close to Miguel and he would some how move away from her, trying not to make it obvious. You looked down shaking your head at how every time you came around these old friends it was nothing but drama and history repeating itself every time.  

After singing happy birthday and the cake being cut, you excused yourself from Rosa and Bishop, giving him a kiss on the lips and making your way to the guest bathroom. You never should have come; you should have just posted the present and stayed home. There was so much of the past Bishop didn’t know, that you hadn’t told him yet, that you kept pushing away, you should have known that one day it was going to come out, you were stupid to think it wouldn’t. You washed your face drying it off with a towel and walked out closing the door behind you, when the door opposite opened to Miguel walking out freshly showered and a change of clothes. His eyes set on yours and you narrowed your eyes at him,

“Old habits die hard, traveling between worlds and thinking shaving makes a difference. Who is it this time?”

“Excuse you?” Miguel snapped back, taking a step closer to you.

“Late for your own son’s birthday. You couldn’t keep it zipped just for today” Miguel stepped toe to toe with you, his eyes intense on yours and his hand came to wrap around your arm, but not quite enough to hurt you, “See the nice guy happy to have me around again faded pretty fast. Screwing around does that to you”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” his breath was hot on your face.  

“Don’t pull that cartel shit with me. Didn’t work then and won’t work now” you snarled back.

“You just wish this was you” Miguel muttered back and your eyes blew open in shock “All this could have been yours. But you didn’t want it. Didn’t want this life”

“Look what you did to me, I went through all that alone while you were off screwing around and then the first chance you get, you move in on my best friend”

“You had your chance when you got back, you had the ring. I wanted to move on with you”

“A ring I couldn’t wear in public out of respect for your family” you scoffed back.

“You still had your chance, but you were too much of a good girl to take it, but now look where you are, a leather wearing whore” Miguel snarled in your face.

You pulled your arm out of his grip, stepping back slapping him across the face,

“You threw us away for your Mami, I was never good enough for her little boy, even when she found out about us carrying on the Galindo name, she still looked down her nose at me. You remember who you’re talking too and what I know”

You stormed off from him, holding back the tears. You saw Erin in the kitchen and you walked over to her grabbing her wrist,

“You need to get her out of here” you raised your eye brows at her.

You didn’t give Erin a chance to answer before walking outside to find Rosa and Bishop. You found Rosa first, telling her that you needed to go and then you found Bishop telling him the same thing. You kissed Christobel on top of the head before making your way to the front door. Bishop and Rosa following. You had just about made it past the kitchen area when you felt a hand on your arm stopping you,

“Why is it, every time you come here you have to storm out?” Erin looked over at you “Seems to be a running theme” She raised an eye brow at you.

“That’s because every time I come here something has to go wrong or something is brought up”

“You can’t say what you said and not expect me to ask questions”

“You don’t need to ask question’s Erin; you know full well what’s going on” you shot back.

“What is going on? Baby, what happened?” Bishop put his hand on your shoulder and tears started to roll down your face.

“Not here” you muttered back walking through the door and out to the car.

The drive home was silent, other then your sobs and sniffs, Bishop’s hand on your thigh the whole time. He pulled up in the drive way and you all got out. Rosa went to walk to her place and you grabbed her hand stopping her,

“I need you to be with me for this” Rosa nodded and Bishop frowned at you, his stomach in knots.

You walked inside to the kitchen grabbing three beers from the fridge, opening them and sitting down at the table, Bishop and Rosa following. You took a sip of your beer and took a deep breath, Bishop reached over giving your hand a squeeze,

“Baby” he said softly “What is it?”

You took a deep breath again and squeezed his hand back, “Please listen to me, everything, before you say anything”

“Ok” he nodded back.

“Remember when we spoke about the past and you told me everything that had happened to you and I said I wasn’t ready to talk about everything yet” Bishop nodded “My past caught up with me today”

“I don’t- “  Bishop shock his head.

“I was engaged to Miguel. But no one knew because his Mami didn’t approve. I was his secret. He promised me the world. How things would be different, how he would go to college and once he graduated, we were going to stay in LA and start a new life, away from his family so we could be happy and didn’t have to hide” a tear ran down your cheek. Rosa grabbed your other hand and Bishop let go of your hand grabbing your knee under the table “I got pregnant one summer he was home, but-“ more tears rolled down your cheek “Rosa, she held me on the bathroom floor” your hand came up to your face to cover your eyes “He didn’t take it well and to deal with the loss, he shaved and started to screw around. He came home his graduating year just before I was going to leave for college, begged for forgiveness for what he did, but then told me he wouldn’t be staying in LA, he would be coming back here to take over the business. I handed the ring back then and next thing I knew, when we all came home after college, he and Emily-”

You picked up your beer taking a big gulp and looked over at Bishop who was staring at the table,

“This is the real reason you don’t want to be around them. Did she know?” Bishop whispered.

You shook your head back no,

“He asked me to keep it to ourselves, till he won his Mum over, he wasn’t happy when he found out I told Rosa.”

Bishop stood up off his chair leaning over to take your chin between his thumb and pointer finger tilting your head back. His lips met yours in a sweet kiss before he broke it, kissing your forehead and rubbing his thumb along your chin,

“I love you, so much”

“I love you too”

“Rosa, stay with her” he turned to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” panic filled you and you stood up grabbing onto Bishop’s arm to pull him back.

“For I ride”

The afternoon had worn on, Bishop messaged and said he was fine, that he loved you and would be home soon,

“This changes everything” you muttered.

“This changes nothing, Y/N, it would have come out eventually. He isn’t a kid, he gets it, everyone has a past. Go and have a shower I’ll make some hot chocolate” Rosa gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you got up and walked into the bathroom.

You stayed in the shower till the hot water ran cold. You got out, dried and dressed in a sleep nighty walking out of the bathroom to an almost dark house. You looked towards the front door when you saw a soft glow coming from the lounge room,

“Rosa?” you shouted.

“In here baby” you heard Bishop’s voice.

You rounded into the room and you gasped in surprise, your heart skipping a beat and tears coming to your eyes. Bishop had moved the couch’s out of the way and laid down a blue picnic blanket with pillows scatted around it, a vase of red roses, a bottle of wine, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and a small lamp in the corner with a piece of material over it, to change the colour of the light. Bishop came up behind you wrapping his strong arms around you and walked you towards the blanket, your hands gripping onto his arms,

“Sit” Bishop kissed your clothed shoulder and pulled away from you, grabbing a hand and pulling you to sit down. You followed, sitting down next to him, one of his arms going around you and he kissed your cheek, his hand running up and down your leg “I can’t imagine how hard that was for you to tell me, what you have been through with all that and having to keep it a secret”

“I should have- “

“No baby” Bishop shock his head “I’ am glad you told me, but I’ am sorry you didn’t get to tell me in your own time. But I want you to know that I’ am here for you and you never need to be around those assholes again” Bishop’s hand came up to cup your cheek “I love you baby, and I will never do anything to hurt you, or leave you when you need me the most and most of all, you’re not a secret. You’re too amazing not to share with the world”

Bishop pulled away from you pulling up his black tank top to reveal his bare chest, when something new caught your eye and you gasped again. You reached over touching the new ink that was on Bishop’s chest above his heart, brushing your fingertips over it. Your name in beautiful script writing with a small crown sitting above the first letter of your name.

“Bishop” you looked up at him grabbing his face and pulling him towards you, yours lips meeting with his and you kissed him deeply instantly. You moaned into his mouth and he started to lay you back onto the pillows, straddling your lap, continuing to kiss you.

Bishop broke the kiss leaning back to look down at you,

“Thank you for making me a better man. Thank you for making me happy. I love you baby, so much”

Bishop moved back off you, sliding his hands up under your sleep nighty and pulling down your panties, throwing them out of the way. He then made quick work of undoing and pushing off his jeans and boxers before he was back on top of you. He lent down again kissing you deeply and rolling his hips into you. Your hands resting on his sides, running up and down them.

“I love you so much” you groaned as Bishop started to slide into you.

Bishop rested down on his elbows, next to your head, his cock driving into you slow, hard and deep, his eyes locked with yours. You moved your hands to his cheeks and rested them there, wrapping yours legs around his middle, lifting your hips up into him in time with his thrusts,

“Your mine baby, forever” Bishop bit his bottom lip feeling your walls flutter around him.

You let go of one cheek, bringing your hand down between you both and rubbing your needy pearl, the need to come almost as equal was your love for Bishop. Bishop’s hips started to get sloppy and you could feel your release at it’s edge. Bishop lent down one more time, his lips resting near yours, swallowing each other’s air,  

“Come baby, come for me” Bishop groaned.

As if on que your whole body started to shake, you gasped Bishop’s names over and over, when he stilled, coming deep inside you with loud grunts. You staid like that for a moment, till Bishop moved off you and pulled you onto his chest, wrapping you in his arms. Your hand rested on his chest and you brushed your thumb over his warm slightly sweaty skin, over your name,

“My name looks nice on you” you kissed his chest.

Bishop’s thumb and pointer finger came to grab your chin and tipped your head back,

“You believe what I said don’t you Y/N?”

“Yes, of course”

“You are my Queen baby, I love you”

 Tags: @beccabarba @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @withmyteeth​ @alwaysachorusgirl​ @frattsparty

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Sweatpants SZN (Angel Edition)

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel goes out dressed like a hoe. Inspired by this post about my frustration by the boys wearing jeans when they sleep.

Warnings: it’s long 3k worth 😬 and a whole lotta filth

A/N: Here’s another series for my Mayan men! I already have plans for Nestor, EZ, and Miguel.

A/N 2: Special dedication to @starrynite7114​ thank you for always indulging me and being a wonderful friend

To check out more here’s my masterlist and if you want notifications here’s my taglist.

Photo cred: @starrynite7114​

When you first found out that Angel sometimes wore jeans to sleep it boggled your mind. You were the type of girl that took off her bra, kick off her shoes, and take off your pants as soon as you got home. So, to see Angel sleeping in his jeans was lowkey traumatizing.

As a dutiful girlfriend (and also a partly selfish girlfriend) you bought Angel some gray sweatpants. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and looking good at the same time. What you didn’t count on was that everyone else could appreciate the goods.

You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee of when Angel came home. He’d left early this morning before you woke up. “I’m back, querida.” You could hear him setting down bags on the table.

“Good morn-ingg,” the cheerfulness dropped out of your voice when you saw what Angel was wearing. A plain white t-shirt that was getting too tight, because of all the working out he was doing which made him almost as cut as EZ and a pair of those damn gray sweatpants you had bought for him.

“What?” Angel asked, confused at your sudden change in mood. “Do I got something on my face or clothes?” He started swiping his face and body, trying to clean the imaginary dirt off him.

“Nah, you’re good. Did you really wear that to the store?” Angel was genuinely confused. He didn’t see anything wrong with his outfit. “Yeah. Does it not match or something?”

“You really went out like that without me?” It finally dawned on Angel. He heard hints of jealousy. He didn’t know why he didn’t hear it at first, because he was so used to asking this same question. Angel did his best to keep his smile to himself, you were gonna pop a gasket when he told you where he went after the grocery store. “Yeah, you were sleeping. I doubt you wanted me to wake you up to go to the store and Vicki’s place.”

You almost spit out your coffee when Angel mentioned Vicki’s place. “YOU WENT WHERE?!” Angel began putting up the groceries because if he didn’t, he would’ve burst out laughing at you. “Vicki’s. Bishop called when I was at the store and asked if I could drop some things over.”

He was fucking with you. He was avoiding eye contact with you for a reason. “Angel!” He stopped putting the cereal on top of the refrigerator and turned towards you. He didn’t even last thirty seconds of you staring at him before he started laughing. “Screw you, Angel!” It didn’t even bother him that you were angry, your jealousy was cute to him.

Too enraptured in aggressively washing out your mug, you didn’t notice Angel walking up on you until he wrapped his hands around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon you can’t really be mad, can you? Remember I’m a grown man and can wear whatever I want.” He threw the line you used at him the many multiple times when he didn’t agree with the outfit of your choice.

Damn it! You couldn’t think of a great comeback. “Its not the same!” Angel’s laugh vibrated throughout your body. “Someone sounds jealous.” He sung into your ear. You elbowed him off of you and started putting up the rest of the groceries. “No! You not even all that cute to be doing all of that for.”

“Oh really?” He arched his eyebrow at you before he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Angel just made you eat your words. It was like you had a golden god standing before you and the only appropriate response would be to get on your knees to worship him. Thankfully, you had a modicum of dignity and only salivated at the man in front of you.

You were so spaced out that you allowed Angel to pick you up and set you on the counter. “What you staring at, baby?” Angel nudged his nose against yours then ran it along your neck.

“Nothing,” you pouted. Angel kissed your nose then your lips. “You sure?” He took one of your hands and ran it along his body. “Because it seems like you were appreciating my arms, my abs,” his voice got lower as your hand went lower, “my dick.” He emphasized the k. “You feel that? That’s all yours, mami. No need to be jealous, ok?”

“Okay.” You resigned your jealousy and tried to kiss Angel, but he pulled away from you. He reminded you of your agreement last night. No sex today until you and him were finished with cleaning the house, and he knew if he let you kiss him then he would end up fucking you right on the table.

Reluctantly you got up, but at least you were motivated to clean the house faster. Angel took on your shared bedroom and bathroom while you had the front of the house. There were stolen kisses between switches of cleaning supplies and smacks on the butt whenever you passed each other (which Angel pretended he didn’t like when you did it to him.)

You had just finished cleaning your part of the house when you finally allowed yourself to watch Angel cut the grass in the backyard. Grabbing two glasses of sweet tea, you went to stand in the doorway and watch Angel work. Even though they were gonna be trouble those grey sweatpants were a gift from god. They slung low enough on his hips that you could appreciated his Adonis belt. The sun beating down on him made him sweat and if it was possible you would pay an insane amount of money to be one of the sweat droplets rolling down his body.

He finally cut off the lawn mower and smiled at you perving at him. “Thank you,” he took the glass of sweet tea and chugged it down, some of it getting into his beard which made you think of other ways to get his beard wet. “All done cleaning?” He asked, backing you into the house. “Yeah,” you pulled him by the drawstrings until his phone started ringing. “Angel, no,” you whined, knowing it either wouldn’t be a short call or it would be call for him do club business.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. Angel apologized for the inconvenience and jumped in the restroom for a quick shower. Before he left, he apologized again and promised to make it up to you after the party at the clubhouse.

Angel dressing like a thot, being denied sex twice in one day, and being left alone to your own devices was not a good combination. You were doing a good job with keeping your brattiness tucked away, but when you were looking for an outfit for the party, your brattiness in the form of dark Kermit was bubbling up. In the end Kermit won.

As Angel predicted, you made it to the party before him and you were wearing the skirt, he specifically told you not to wear without him present. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Please, please go change.” The last time you wore something this risky at the clubhouse, Angel shoved you into EZ’s trailer and screwed you into tears on his bed. “Chill out, I brought my own car tonight. No one is going in your trailer.” That calmed him down only a tiny bit because he knew once his brother saw you, he was going to lose it.  

“He’s gonna kill you, Y/N.” Gilly told you while glaring off anyone thinking of trying to talk to you. No one was gonna approach his friend’s girl while he was around. “The only thing he is gonna kill is,” EZ quickly interrupted you, “Please do not finish that sentence.”

Outside Angel and Coco had just arrived from across the border. “Hey man, y’all got some honeys down here.” Paul from the San Bernardino chapter ran up on them. Coco entertained him while Angel listened. He honestly hasn’t paid attention to any other women since you’ve came in your life. “Then there’s one chick, mannnnnnnn. If Gilly wasn’t acting like some damn guard dog I would’ve talked to her already.”

“Gilly got a girl?” Angel asked, opening the door. “Not to my knowledge.” Coco responded stepping in after his friend.

“Oh, there she is!” Paul pointed out to you talking to EZ and Gilly. “Man, it look like she got some good dick sucki-,” Abruptly Angel grabbed Paul by the collar. “I dare you to finish that fucking sentence.”

Paul saw the fire in Angel’s eyes, and he knew he made a big mistake. “Shit, Angel! My bad! I didn’t know she was your old lady. I won’t even look in her direction.”

“Keep it that way!” Angel pushed Paul away and made a beeline towards you. First, it was EZ that noticed him. Suddenly, the prospect was really into keeping the glasses clean. Then it was Gilly who walked away from you in mid conversation, leaving you confused until you felt the familiar mold of Angel’s body against. “You got ten seconds to walk to the backseat of your car or I’m throwing you over my fucking shoulder.” He whispered into your ear harshly while deceiving everyone else into thinking he was just giving you a hug and whispering sweet words in your ears.

The ten seconds started once he released you and you wasted no time. When Angel got like this it was better to shut up and listen. Angel ignored the ‘hellos’ and ‘what’s up, man’. He was on a mission and nothing would stop him. You were just about to open the car door when you noticed that your car was parked in front of the clubhouse. It was close enough for everyone to hear all the ungodly things Angel was about to do to you. “Aren’t you gonna move the car?” You asked when he was still behind you when you opened the back door. “Get in the got damn car,” he ordered through clenched teeth. You scrambled to get inside, from his tone you knew you didn’t want to press your luck. Once inside, Angel wasted no time. He folded you in half like a table, moved your panties to the side and dived in.

Usually when Angel ate you out, he’d warm you up. A kiss here, a kiss there, small slow torturous licks, but right now all that was thrown out the window. This was as brutal as to all the actual rough fucking he would do to you.

His teeth ran across your clit and it felt like he hit every single nerve. “Angel!” You shout out, reaching out to grab his hair, but he slapped your hand away. “Did I say you could touch my shit? Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But Daddyyy,” you whined, still making grabby hands. “What the fuck did I just say?” Angel grabbed ahold of your wrists in one hand and choked you with the other. “To keep my hands to myself.”

“Then do that shit,” he growled. He released you and went back to work. You had to settle for the handlebar by the window because Angel wasn’t easing up. In fact, he added two of his fingers furiously pumping into you. “Look at you creaming all over my fingers. You don’t even deserve them. What did I fucking tell you about this damn skirt?”

“Not to wear it.” You whimpered about to reach for his wrist, but then you remembered his warning to keep your hands to yourself. “Then you understand why daddy’s pissed. Especially when I got brothers from other chapters talking about how fine you are and how you got some good dick sucking lips.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy.” He hovered over you to give you a quick peck. “It’s okay, baby. You’ll make it up to me by screaming my name.”

Still keep his fingers in you, Angel suckled your bud. The combination of his cold rings in your heated core and his tongue flicking your clit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “ANGELLLL, FUCKKKKKKK!” You screamed, beating on the surprisingly strong window.

“Keep cumming.” Angel’s voice was muffled by your pussy in his mouth, but you heard him clearly.

Finally, you calmed down but now you were jonesing for Angel’s dick. You went for Angel’s belt but he back away from you as far as the car allowed you to. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me please.”

“I needed you to be a good girl and listen, but we all can’t get what we want.” Angel felt bad when he saw your dejected little face. He decided to give you a little something else also you didn’t say his name enough for him to let everyone know you belong to him. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you something to hold you over.”

“I promise, I’ll be good!” Angel laughed at how quickly you agreed to it. He slid your panties off and scooted you closer to him. He grind his clothed groin against your bare one. The friction of the fabric of his jeans on your sensitive clit had you on the verge of tears. “Nah, don’t start that shit,” Angel slapped you. “We still have a party to attend.” Was this man fucking crazy? He expected you to face everyone after this?

Angel proceeded to dry hump you as if he was actually fucking you. “Oh my god, Angel! Just like that. Keep fucking me just like that daddy.” He bent down and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Yeah? You gonna cum all on Daddy’s jeans like a good little slut, huh?”

“Yes, please. I need it so bad, daddy.”

“Ok, just for you.” Angel pressed down on your hips and pummeled into you. “Angel, Angel, Angel,” you chanted his name over and over again while you came for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Angel enjoyed your shuddering underneath him, but he couldn’t enjoy it for too long. You two had a party to get to. Taking your panties, he rolled them back up and then fixed your skirt. “When we get out of here you stand in front of me since you made a mess on my jeans, ok.”

“Ok,” Angel pulled you out of the car and smoothed out your clothes. While he did that you tried to clean his face since it was soaked with your juices, but he wouldn’t let you.

The two of you came back in the clubhouse, where the lights illuminated Angel’s face. Gilly was outside when everything happened and when he just saw Angel’s face he shuddered in disgust and called Angel a nasty fuck.

After Gilly left, Liza, head of the Angel Reyes fan club walked up to you two, but she completely ignored you. “Heyy Angel. You looked really good this morning. Sweatpants season suits you very well.” With no shame she dragged her eyes all over his body but was disappointed when you were blocking his crotch.

“Yeah, my girl got them for me. Thanks babe.” Angel turned to you, gave you a kiss, and allowed you to take advantage of it. You took control and basically were swapping spit with him in front of this girl. “Mmm, you taste just like me.” Swiping your thumb across Angel’s bottom lip, you collected some of your lip gloss and juices, and then put it in your mouth. Liza stomped off and Coco called y’all sick fucks.

Just like Angel said, he used you as a shield. The entire night you were stuck like glue. His beer got empty and when you attempted to get up to get him another, he slammed you back down on his lap and yelled at EZ to bring him another. Soon, you figured it had less to do with his now dried and stainless crotch and more to do with your short ass skirt.

The evil bastard also did it so you could constantly feel his erection. It was so bad that you would zone out and think about how great Angel would feel inside of you. You were so deep in your thots thoughts that you hadn’t realized Bishop came and asked you a question. The men around the table laughed at your confused huh and Bishop repeated his question. Quickly you recovered and gave him a smart answer.

“Can’t focus, mami?” Angel smiled against your neck and thrusted his hips, causing more friction between your legs.

Fucking tease! Two can play at that game. The rest of the night you would grind in his lap, making him lose his concentration. You were the reason he lost poker twice that night. Eventually he got tired of your antics and you two finally left the party.

“Imma hit the shower and get all this desert off me. How about you sit and get ready for daddy, hmm?” Angel didn’t wait for your answer and began stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from your bedroom to the bathroom. While he showered you put on your canary yellow Fenty lingerie set. It was one of the few Angel didn’t rip because he loved how it complimented your skin.

Usually Angel came out in a towel or butt ass naked but this time he came out with those damn sweats on. And just like that all the pumping up and the shit talking you did was gone. At this point you were gonna let Angel ruin you.

“Fuck querida, you’re beautiful.” Still standing, Angel bent over, buried his hands in your hair, and kissed you to the point that you almost forgot your own name.

When he ended the kiss, you could feel the energy shift. Daddy Angel was back in the building. He backed away to sit in the chair, but never turned his back on you, so you could keep an eye on his dick print. “Come crawl to Daddy, hermosa.” He crooked his finger at you.

As you made your way to him, he pulled his dick out. You wanted to get to him faster, but that wouldn’t be sexy at all, so you paced yourself. Angel didn’t make it easy for you though. He took his dick out and started stroking it.

Fuck that slow shit, you sped up some more causing Angel to chuckle. “Grab it.” Angel took his hand off of himself and you quickly replaced it with yours. “Feel that, mami? That’s all because of you.” It felt amazing to know you could cause this type of reaction out of Angel.

Normally, Angel would slap his dick in your face, but since he gave you free reign you did it yourself. You enjoyed the hiss that came from you slapped it on your tongue. “See that’s your dick, baby. Now suck it like it yours.” Angel laced his hands behind his head as you went to work.

Keeping your eyes on Angel, you swirled your tongue over the salty mushroom head and kissed the underside. “Stop teasing, querida.” Fluttering your eyes, you tapped his dick against your pursed lips. “What do you mean?” Taking a chunk of your hair, Angel pulled back your head. “You know what I mean. Start sucking or I’ll fuck your throat until no sound can come out of that smartass mouth of yours.”

It really shouldn’t have, but that little threat turned you on more. Behind your back you grabbed opposite elbows, you were gonna make Angel lose his mind with no hands. Easily (thanks to much practice), you took all of Angel in. Bobbing your head up and down you made your man squirm underneath you. “Fuck, just like that baby.” Angel was close, you could tell by the hitch in his voice. So, you played the dangerous game and backed off, only to give him slow, long licks.

“Y/N,” he growled your name in warning. “What?” You asked innocently while unhooking your bra, letting your breasts fall out. “Keep playing this game if you want to. You won’t think it’ll be funny in a little bit.”

To appease your man, you wrapped your tits instead of your mouth around his cock, stroking him that way while occasionally licking the head. “Shit, shit, shit.” Angel abruptly pulled away from you, lifted you from the ground, threw you on the bed, and ripped your panties off. “Angel!” He shoved his sweats off and pumped his cock while he climbed into bed. “I’ll buy you another set. Fuck I’ll buy you all the sets.”

Just like in the car Angel had your ankles by your ears, but this time he actually had his dick inside of you and your orgasm was automatic. “Damn, already? Who’s making you cream like this, mami?”

“You are Daddy,” you whined, clutching onto him. “Mmhmm that’s right. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You screeched when Angel’s fingers found your clit. “And whose dick is this?”

“Mines,” you yelled as Angel kept hitting that golden spot. “Then start acting like it! Ain’t no other bitch about to take it. This all your dick.”

Pulling Angel by the back of the neck, you kissed him. “Keep fucking me just like that, Daddy. I wanna cream all over my dick.”

“Yeah?” Angel tilted your chin and nipped at your lips. “You like when I fuck you like a whore?” Angel drew back, almost pulling all the way out and then snapped his hips against yours. “Good fucking pussy. Can I cum in my pussy?” You nodded your head furiously. “Yes daddy, fill me up please.”

With a couple of more snaps of his hips Angel had both of you screaming in ecstasy. Each of your orgasms prolonging the other’s. It felt like hours before either one of you caught your breath.

“Sooooo, is it a good or bad thing that I bought some more sweats?” Angel asked, already going down on you, not waiting for an answer.

“Good, definitely gooood!” You shrieked when you felt the first lick.

Thank god for sweatpants season.

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[barbasbodaciousbeard]

Accidental Feminist Icon

Between my own headcanon Barba becomes a very niche viral celebrity for being a mix of feminist icon giving one liners on the news and handsome/well dressed and the DJ Khaled post, this happened. 

“Counsellor, are you listening?” Olivia asked as Rafael Barba looked at his phone again. It had been months now since he started trying Manhattan SVU’s cases, and she hadn’t seen him this distracted before. 

“I just- why do I have rapid fire Twitter notifications? Over one hundred and fifty?”

“You have Twitter?” He rolled his eyes, not proud of the admission. But he liked to follow politics and music and satire. His colleagues would have discourse on legal proceedings and theory. But when he opened his notifications, the sea of professional headshots making up the icons in his notifications window were replaced by cartoon avatars and selfies. Handles like @Bradley_GreedADA were replaced with @feministkilljxy. 

What was happening?

Why were there GIFs of him now?

“Rafael?” He was snapped back to attention by Olivia’s hand passing over his phone screen, and he shook his head, holding the screen out to her. “What am I looking at?”

“Why have a couple hundred- are these all teenagers?”

“Are they following you? Or tagging you?”

“Both?” He scrolled through the mentions.

“Both.” A questioning look.

“Have I gone viral?” he asked herr, eyes wide and his tone disgusted. Twitter was where he posted law books, nice dinners out, homemade dinners in, and the nicer scotch he drank. Sometimes even pictures of himself; some of his friends enjoyed fashion as well, and their twitters all had a heavy thread of their suspenders and ties. Suddenly, he was having photos he’d posted to flaunt his ability to mix patterns retweeted in appreciation of something more than the color scheme.

“I think you have. What have you said now?”

“The girl whose tweet I keep getting tagged in mentioned Jocelyn Paley and the Adam Caine case.”

“That was seven months ago.”

“I’m very aware. I have to get to the office. I’ll get you that warrant.”

He continued to scroll as he walked, alarmed by the number of followers he was gaining and going to open a direct message from a friend to see a wall of messages from names he didn’t know. Once he was able to find Bradley’s message, he saw it was series of tweets with videos and GIFs of him on the courthouse steps. They were all from the same case, he assumed the Adam Caine case. He clicked the video of he and Rita Calhoun.

All I can say, today's Grand Jury indictment is the first step towards achieving justice for Jocelyn Paley. 

The DA's office is desperately trying to distract from their recent scandal with a high-profile case. 

Don't give me that--whether you're a john in the South Bronx or a $3-million-a-year talk show host, no means no. 

 He could remember the exchange now, and it had apparently been retweeted thousands of times. Cameras always made him determined to distract, determined to drive home a point. And now, he was seeing some group of teenagers had clung on to his words, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about becoming recognized enough by that demographic to warrant this rapidly increasing follower count. 

“Carmen, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Mr. Barba. Need coffee?”

“No,” he said plainly, shaking his head and showing her his feed. “Is this normal?”

“They found you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Haven’t you seen the posts?”

“I don’t branch out on Twitter often.”

“I see it mostly, like, on Instagram with captions and people post clips of you on vine.”

“What’s vine?”

“A six second video app. Teenagers and young women post you. Vine is normally comedy. But people are obsessed with you. Niche, but sizable number. I think it’s mostly New York girls who see you on the news. But that means the vines went viral a couple months ago.”

“So now they’re all following me on Twitter?”

“You’re viral for being attractive, dressing well, and prosecuting rapists. Embrace it.”

“I can’t post my clothes anymore.”

“Just continue like usual. Don’t respond to DMs.”

He spent a few weeks terrified of this new following, but after three days, things calmed down. The number of followers he gained was weird and confusing to him, and he decided to listen to Carmen ultimately, keeping the profile the same and pretending nothing had happened. She did stop him one day, showing him that there had been people making fake accounts, yet another thing that was insane to him. She primarily told him because these accounts were attempting to take advantage of the fact young girls were the ones following him. He awkwardly slid the handles to Olivia, and Carmen filled out an application for Twitter verification that left him mortified. Even worse, it was approved. 

He was swept away in a case soon enough. Lindsay was assaulted by a whole fraternity at Hudson. They uncovered a previous victim in a hospital, a fraternity known for being a rape factory, and a dean helping create a culture that buried these attacks. It was becoming higher profile than he expected, and it wasn’t easy to try. He’d had to shut off his notifications on his phone during these cases. When Lindsay committed suicide, he accompanied Rollins when she went to arrest the dean. What he didn’t expect was for two of the women they saw to approach him, asking if they were here about Lindsay and thanking them when he said he couldn’t mention it. Then they asked for a selfie. Rafael was mortified but obliged. 

“We recognize you from Twitter.”

Well, now he knew he needn’t accompany the squad out anymore.

When he got tweets from the kind of scum that supported the fraternity, it took a concerted effort not to respond. That could jeopardized the case. He’d already had to tell the two girls they couldn’t post about him being there. He tweeted a disclaimer for if people saw him out, feeling like an asshole. Twitter was now becoming a liability, but he could balance it and refused to give up the feed. Slowly, the GIFs and stills of him on the news were collected, and he only got embarrassed again when mami’s students had discovered him and realized he was the guy in their principal’s pictures. Now Mami had a Twitter, and she followed people who praised him joyfully, though he’d managed to convince her not to interact in private messages or respond to people insulting him. 

The Jenna Miller case caused another leap in his follower count, and he had developed a little sense of pride instead of embarrassment when his followers jumped from people who mattered in New York to people who mattered elsewhere. A congresswoman from Ohio. Artists. Activists. He’d texted Olivia when Lady Gaga followed him. Plus that woman from True Blood. God, she was beautiful. Plus the hot boybander that had probably made him realize he was bisexual. It was weird, and he was unwilling to publicly acknowledge any of it. Unless they were on twitter, he certainly didn’t tell anyone he knew other than Olivia. Soon enough, someone had made a t-shirt on Etsy of the moment he’d turned on his heel. The media had called after Jenna, the olympian, and he’d told them no questions. Then the had the gall to bring up her sex work. He’d stopped on the steps, turning on his heel and announcing “Except for that one. Paid or not paid, no means no. Consent can be revoked at any time.” And now, Etsy users were profiting on it. This group was niche, but it ran deep. Luckily, he noticed the shop only had a few dozen sales.

Everything was fine until Rafael Barba lost his ability to maintain his composure. Up until now, he’d monitored his name, mentions, and a few hashtags people used with him. It was usually just the GIFs and stills and soundbites. He participated in some banter after the first couple of years, boundaries firm enough he felt he could. But he still didn’t bicker. Carmen said he got a following for being a good guy, and he thought it was gross openly condemning rape seemed to be all it took to be a good guy. But then through his lurking, Rafael Barba saw a tweet about DJ Khaled. He’d had to google who the hell that was, unsure who all of Twitter was piling onto, but he found the tweet objectionable enough to respond.

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen said, eyes sparkling with amusement as she came in to see her boss still scrolling through his phone. “You really decided this is the time to get involved on Twitter? You only ever respond to what people say to your stuff or your friends.”

He should’ve known she’d be on top of it. He’d given her access when notifications went through the roof the second time, and Carmen helped filter through DMs he didn’t want to see. But now, that meant her phone was vibrating like his in response to his first tweet in response to a stranger or someone who wasn’t in a thread under his own post.

“What? I’m supposed to endorse consent but not enjoyment?”

“You’re going to end up in a Buzzfeed article, sir.”

“If this is my legacy, so be it.”

“Your legacy? Taking it seriously now?”

“This is serious.”

Carmen’s phone buzzed in her hand, and she knew he’d sent another tweet. Her own account got notifications so she could monitor him. She sighed heavily, unlocking the phone and looking at it. 

“Mr. Barba, does your mom know you’re bi?”

“No, why?”

“She follows you, idiot.”

“Shit. Well, I suppose it’s time.”

“If you tweet Smash Mouth, I’m quitting. These kids are already thirst tweeting you. They must have tweet notifications on for you.”

“Who’s Smash Mouth?”

“How the hell are you culturally relevant?”

“According to Liv, I’m a feminist icon.”

“Don’t get arrogant sir. I help run this twitter.”

“I’ll change the password. I do all the posting.”

“I won’t tell you if Evan Rachel Wood slides in your DMs.”

“Why would I care?”

“I know why you watched True Blood.”

“Touche.” He paused. “Do you think she will?”

“Give me the phone. I’ll bring it when Liv calls.”

“Why would she call?”

“She made a Twitter, sir. Followed you last week.”

“Shit,” he said, eyes wide. “I posted pictures of my food. She saw me acting like a Twitter guy.”

“You are a Twitter guy.”

He rolled his eyes, ending with a retweet of his new favorite addition to the conversation. 

@mia-liz @chasingeverybreakingwave @thegirlwiththemaleficient-tattoo​ @teachingpanda​

#rafael barba #rafael Barba x reader #rafael barba x oc

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Chapter 9

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

9.

Bishop leaned back in his seat, and took a drag of his cigar. “Go on…”. “What I’ve been paying Alvarez so far, I’m willing to pay you, for information on any woman who might have crossed to Mexico, who fits the description of Gael's killer”, Palo said. “Which is…?”, Angel asked. “Asthmatic prostitute", Sala declared with a hoarse laugh, and ran a finger up Daniella’s thigh. The blonde smiled flirtatiously at him, before shooting Angel and Nina a dirty look.

Nina began shifting on Angel’s lap. He responded by stroking soothing circles on her back. “Coco, Gilly and Angel are our border-runners", Bishop said. Palo looked towards Angel and Nina, and Nina almost felt it as a gush of ice wind to be under his gaze. His eyes were so similar to Gaels, it was difficult to remain calm. “Yeah, but we haven’t seen nothing “, Angel said. “Still, you might at some point”, Palo said. “We could make some business together if you do”. “What is it you want?”, Bishop said. “I want you to find the girl, and bring her to me, so I can do to her what she did to my cousin… after I spend some time paying her back for the pain and money she’s cost me trying to find her”.

Nina looked down at her drink and realized she hadn’t touched it. The talk of the Mayans tracking her down for Palo, so he could kill her, was getting to be more than she could handle. Topping that of, was the promise of whatever torture he had planned. She downed her drink quickly, and coughed a little, as the burning liquid made its way down her throat. Filip straightened in his seat. “This conversation is between your two clubs. Now if you don’t mind, the young lady here seems to be in need of a dance”. He looked at Angel. “Unless you have a problem with that”. Nina looked at Angel almost pleadingly. She needed to get away from the situation, but keeping up appearances meant that Angel needed to give his permission – though they both knew that if the situation had been different, and she wasn’t trying to blend in, this wouldn’t have made a difference to her. Angel gave her a quick kiss. “Can’t say no to the SAMCRO prez, can I…?”, he said. “Go on, mami”. Filip reached out his arm, and Nina took it; doing her best not to make it too obvious how much she needed to lean on him, as they walked away.

“How are you feeling, luv'?”, Filip asked, as he led her over towards the evening's designated dancing-area. “Do you need your inhaler? Where is it?”. “In the trailer… But no. It’s not that. I’m just… scared”, she admitted. “Everything is fine. The Vatos don’t suspect anything”, Filip said. She put her hands on his shoulders, and Filip put his hands on her waist; and they began moving together to the song that was playing.

“You look beautiful", he said. “Bullshit”, she said, her voice shaking. “You’re just trying to make me feel better”. “When have I ever lied about the way you look?”, Filip frowned. “Remember that pimple on your forehead?”. Nina let a smile find its way to her lips at the memory. “You called me The Creature from the Black Lagoon for a week”, she said. “It was humongous! Terrifying…”, Filip exclaimed. “But it’s true. You’re breathtaking tonight. Though, it might just be because you look happier than you have in years”. They swayed together for a long moment, before Nina replied. “I am… I think", she said. “And Mr. Sharp-as-a-marble over there did that?”, Filip grunted. She scowled at him “Sorry…I suppose he has a certain Neanderthalic charm to him, and seeing as you more or less grew up in a club, it makes sense for you to fall for a patch… I just thought we’d lose you to one of our own charters. You have first lady potential, my love. It’s not too late for us to get out of here. We could drop you off with SAMDINO”. “Packer?”, Nina gasped. She shuddered at the thought of the San Bernadino president. “That man eats nails for breakfast”. “So do you. And you wash it down with coffee blacker than the night”, Filip chuckled. “Yeah, well; that’s not happening”, Nina muttered.

They danced for a moment longer. Nina locked eyes with Angel, and he shot her a warm smile. Filip noticed them looking at each other, and chuckled to himself. “He’s… It feels right", Nina said quietly. “Jackie-boy would be happy for you”, he said. Nina looked at him, and swallowed thickly, to wet her throat. “And you? Are you happy for me?”, Nina asked. “I’m not as smart as he was”, Filip said, and gallantly made her twirl under his arm. Nina giggled at the motion, and when he pulled her back in, she threw her arms around his neck; hugging him close. “Thank you… For being my family. For taking care of me…”. “But… it’s time for you to make your own life”, Filip said, cutting her off. She winced at his words. “Don’t do that… It feels like you’re saying goodbye”, Nina said. “Aren’t I? You’ve got yourself a new family”, he replied. “You’re my family… SAMCRO is”. She felt tears beginning to form in her eyes. “And now these people are as well, it seems”, Filip replied. He moved a finger under her chin, and lifted her head to look into her eyes. “We will always be your family, Nina. And we will never make you chose; you got that?”. Nina nodded, and Filip placed a covert kiss on her temple.

The song was over, and Nina quickly dried her eyes. Coco came up to them from somewhere, his expression worried. “Yo, where’s that mouse-cabron?”, he asked Filip. “Ratboy? Haven’t seen him in a few”, Filip replied. “Why?”. Coco cursed below his breath. “I can’t find Letty. He was checking her out earlier”, he grunted. Nina shook her head. “Coco, I told him to keep away. You don’t have anything to worry about”. “Yeah? Then where the fuck are they?”.

They began searching the premises. Coco was fuming; almost shaking in rage. Going into the clubhouse, they found a couple of girls knocking on the door to the bathroom. “Come on. We have to pee!”, one of them cried out. “What’s going on in there?”, Nina asked. “One of those Charming guys went in there with a girl like 15 minutes ago”, the girl replied. Coco strode over, and pushed the girls away, before pounding the door. “Letty…? Leticia!”, he roared. The door was almost shaking from the force of his fist. “If this thing with VM doesn’t start a war; Rat’s dick might…”, Filip muttered to Nina. He walked over to Coco, and pushed him away. “Rat?”.

The door opened, and Quinn came out; zipping his jeans. “What man? I was in the middle of something”. Coco’s eyes widened in rage, before a strange brunette with an embarrassed grin came out behind Quinn; wiping her lips. “Fuck…”, Coco snarled. “Sorry, brother”, Filip said. “We’re looking for his kid. She might have slipped off with Rat”. Quinn nodded in direction of the door. “I saw them going towards the office building”. Coco almost ran out the door, bumping in to Angel as he passed. “Letty…”, Nina said to him, as he looked confusedly at her. Angel rolled his eyes, and followed Coco; Filip and Nina at his heels.

They ran across the yard, through the crowd, and made it to the office, just as Coco pulled his gun; and kicked in the door. “What the fuck?”, he yelled, as he stood in the doorway. Filip and Angel rushed over to stop him, but halted in their steps; and both laughed out loud. “What”, Nina asked, and ran over to see what was going on. She pushed her way past the men, and found Coco aiming his gun at Rat, who was blowing his nose in some tissue. He and Letty laid on their stomachs on the floor, watching The Notebook on her iPad. “Coco? What the fuck?”, Leticia said. “My bad. I thought you were… What the fuck are you doing?”, Coco asked. “What does it look like?”, Letty snarled. Angel patted Coco’s shoulder. “Put away the gun, man”, he said. Coco clenched his jaw, and groaned. “Letty, go home”, he said. Rat looked at him pleadingly. “Can we finish the movie first?” Filip chuckled, and shook his head. “Finish the movie, and then take this young lady home, Ratboy”, he said. “No hanky-panky”. Rat nodded, while Letty rolled her eyes.

They left Rat and Letty to it, and walked back towards the party. Filip led Coco in front of him, with a hand on his shoulder. Angel slipped an arm around Nina, and made them fall behind. “Come dance with me”, he said. Nina looked at him disbelievingly. “You dance?”, she chuckled. Angel smirked at her. “I do a lot of things you don’t know about yet”. He led her towards the dancing area, and wrapped both arms tightly around her, holding her close. Nina merged her fingers behind his neck, and let him lead her to the rhythm of the music. Angel danced like he rode his bike; confident, and showing off just the right amount. He knew how to move, and was beyond needing to prove himself, but he was also a smug bastard. At one point, he decided to sweep a leg behind her, and dip her so far to the ground she could almost feel her hair brush the ground. She laughed at the move, and shivered in pleasure as Angel placed a soft kiss to her neck, when he lifted her up again. Nina felt comfortable and safe in his arms, and let herself swim away in his deep eyes.

“Have a nice chat with your brother?”, Angel asked. “Yeah… It was nice to not have to pretend not to know him for just a couple of minutes”, Nina sighed. “I get that”, he replied. “Did he say anything… interesting?”. Nina raised a brow at him. “Nosy…”, she grinned. Angel shrugged embarrassedly. “No, nothing interesting. Just relaying a job-offer”. “Yeah?”. “Yup. First lady of SAMDINO”. Angel’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s a good offer. Sure you don’t wanna take it?”. Nina laughed, and punched his shoulder. “You sick of me already, Mayan?”. “Not possible, cuervo”, Angel smiled, and dipped his head to meet her lips. She inhaled him as he kissed her; the mix of liquor, cologne, musk and pure Angel filling her nose and her entire being. He pulled back, and looked down at her; and without using his voice, it was as if he spoke the words she was beginning to think she felt herself.

Angel drew in a breath, and was about to speak, when he chuckled and shook his head. “What?”, Nina said. “We should split”, he said. “Why? Is something wrong?”, she asked. He placed his lips to her ear. “Nah, but the way you’re moving, ma’; my dick is hard as a rock”, he growled, and pressed his groin against her to prove his point. Nina giggled, and turned to press her lips to his again. “But I didn’t have any of the chorizo yet”, she breathed. “I’ll give you the fucking chorizo”, Angel said, and moved his hand down to squeeze her butt, sending shivers through her spine. “You’re disgusting”, she smirked. He raised a brow at her, and moved his hand covertly under the skirt of her dress; ghosting her folds. “Disgusting is making you wet, ma’”, he whispered. Dipping his finger behind the fabric of her panties, and just inside her, Angel smirked as Nina let out a soft moan.

They quickly caught up with Filip and Coco, who had calmed down by now. They were at the bar with Tig, Bishop and Palo. Nina did her best to ignore the Vato. “I’m taking my girl home”, Angel said. Filip nodded, and shook his hand. “Alright, brother”, he said, and turned to Nina. “It was lovely to meet you, sweetheart”. “Will you be sticking around?”, she asked. “We head out tomorrow”, Tig replied, and winked at her. We’ll say goodbye then, he way saying.

Angel gave Coco a hug, and Nina kissed his cheek; before they headed towards the trailer to get her things. While she rushed to pack up her belongings, Angel waited in the doorway; tilting his head to look up her skirt every time she bent over. Nina couldn’t help but smile at his wanton glares, but frowned when she turned towards the table. The gun was there, but the inhaler was gone. “What’s wrong?”, Angel asked. “My inhaler… It’s gone”, she replied. He shrugged. “You probably already packed it”, he said. “No… It was right here”. Angel crouched down to check under the table. “You sure? Maybe you lost it when you were getting stuff ready for tonight”, he said. He got up to stand, and took her hand. “Are you ok? Do you need it right now?”. “No, but… Angel, I left it right here!”. Angel frowned, and something unreadable ghosted his face. “I’ll take you to get a new one tomorrow, yeah?”. Nina sighed, and nodded. “Yeah… ok”. She put her gun in her bag and grabbed her helmet. “Let’s go”.

Once back outside, Angel nodded at Bishop, Palo and Filip, who were standing on the porch. Bishop waved at them, and they went to get on Angel’s bike. Soon after, they were driving off the lot. Nina felt a wave of relief wash over her, once they were out of eyesight of the yard.

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The vibrations of the bike didn’t do anything to calm the building tingling sensation in Nina’s lower belly; at the anticipation of what awaited her. She tightened her grasp on Angel’s waist, and did her best to avoid moving her hands down to his crotch, so that she wouldn’t distract his driving.

They hardly made it inside the house, before Angel had pulled her bag off her back, and thrown it on the floor. He attacked her lips while his hands roamed her body. His fingers travelled up under her skirt, and found their way down her panties; tracing her lower lips for a second, before his middle and ring finger plunged in to her. Nina threw her arms around his neck, and gasped. “Oh… shit… Oh my god…”, she panted, as he scissored them against her front wall. The heel of his hand rubbed deliciously against her clit, and she was finding it hard to stand. “I got you…”, Angel breathed. Nina could only moan in reply, and moved her hips to ride his fingers. “You like this? You want me to make you come like this, mami?”. “Fuck… yes”, Nina pleaded; her feet slipping on the floor. The sounds of Angel’s fingers working on her were obscene, with the slick noises of her wetness against his hand. His other arm went around her back, and held her in place. “Then fucking come for me. Come on my hand”. Her legs were already shaking, and when Angel made an especially hard thrust of his fingers, they gave in; and all that kept her horizontal was her arms around neck. She cried out as her climax hit her, and heat spread through her body. She would have fallen backwards if it wasn’t for Angel’s hold on her.

He lowered her to the floor, and quickly shed his cut and top. With shaking hands, Nina pulled off her panties, and threw them in a corner somewhere. Angel got down on the floor, and crawled over her; kissing her with a passion. She pushed at his shoulders, making him lay down on his back, and straddled his legs; yanking at his jeans, while he laughingly tried to open his belt. “There’s my greedy girl…”, he grinned. She finally managed to get his pants and boxers pulled down; and gasped in pleasure as his erection sprung free. Scooting forwards, and lifting herself, she then grabbed a hold of him, and held him to her opening; sinking down while she let out a mewl at the delicious stretch. “Fuck…”, she whimpered, and began moving on top of him.

As Angel grabbed her hips to guide her movements, Nina unzipped her dress behind her, and pulled it over her head. She then unhooked her bra, and threw it behind her; knocking over a half-drunken beer on the table. Angel was holding on to her so hard that she was sure to have bruises on her hips. She was grinding against him, desperately trying to reach her high again. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this”, Angel groaned, and moved his hands to her breasts; kneading them, and pulling at her nipples. The sting was equal parts pleasurable and painful, and Nina threw her head back in extasy. He was so deep inside her – filling her so perfectly – that she felt like they were growing in to one being. Leaning her hands on Angel’s chest for leverage, she began moving up and down in stead of grinding. Every time her butt hit his thighs, and his dick bottomed out in her, she let out a gasping whimper. “You feel so good…”, she panted. “Don’t stop, mami. Keep moving like that”, Angel demanded. She clenched her muscles around him, and his expression became almost animal, as he let out a growl. “Fuck me!”.

Nina grabbed his lower arms, and he held on to hers, so she could use him as leverage while she leaned back. She managed to get into a position where Angel was hitting her g-spot at every thrust of her hips; and she sped up her movements, beginning to feel another climax nearing. “Angel!”, she cried out, as she came for the second time; her body shaking and heart feeling like it was trying to pound its way out of her chest. Angel sat up, and wrapped his arms around her; putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned to his cock. She kept moving, dragging out her pleasure; and felt his abs tense up against her belly, letting her know he was close as well. “I’m gonna cum”, he announced. “Don’t stop!”. Nina was almost crying from the intense waves of the orgasm still washing through her. Angel cried out, and spilled himself inside her. She felt her body calm down, and began relaxing against him. Angel buried his face in the crook of her neck, and laughed. “Fuck, Nina…”. He looked up at her, and released his arms from around her. Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. “That was…”. “Yeah…”, Nina smiled.

Panting in each other’s arms for a while longer, Angel finally put his hands on Nina’s butt, to gently lift her off him. She whined in disappointment at the loss of their connection, when he made her get off his lap. “Come on, ma'. Move your ass. I need to get something to eat", Angel chuckled, and patted her butt-cheek playfully as she moved to sit on the floor. Nina grinned at his words, and spread her legs, to invite him in. “Well, if you want…”, she said. Angel laughed, and leaned over to kiss her softly, before getting off the floor, and pulling his pants up, without closing them. “Real nourishment, querida”, he said, and walked into the kitchen to search the fridge for something edible.

Nina huffed in annoyance, and got to her feet; grabbing her dress, and beginning to pull it over her head to cover herself up. Angel appeared in the doorway, and gave her a displeased once-over. “What are you doing? Who said I was done with you?”. Nina’s eyes snapped up at him, and she nearby felt her knees buckle from the sheer machismo of his stance. His jeans hung from his hips, giving her just enough of a view of his pubic-bone, to make her shiver in lust, and his gaze was proud. She dropped the dress and stepped towards him, and Angel put his free hand on her hip, as he put a carton of juice to his mouth. A droplet escaped his lips, and she got on her toes and licked it from the corner of his mouth. Angel set down the juice on the counter, and snatched a packet of cereal from a shelf, before smacking Nina's butt to make her turn around again.

His juices were beginning to run down her leg, which was really the only sign that he’d already come tonight; as, when he walked behind Nina, his penis poked her in the back. He was still hard, horny, and – as he’d said – not done with her. Once in the bedroom, Angel threw an arm around Nina, holding the packet of cereal against her belly. His other hand went to her throat; forcing her back against his chest. She turned her head, and managed to draw a kiss from him, before he pushed her down on the bed; landing on her chest. Angel grabbed a pillow, and made her lift her hips, so he could place it under her; lifting her backside for him. She lay there with bated breath, and anticipating his entering her at any moment; but time dragged out, and she was beginning to wonder what he was waiting for.

Suddenly, she heard a crunching noise. “What are you doing?”, she asked. “Don’t move”, Angel replied. She felt his fingertips making small dips on each of her butt-cheeks, then up her spine. She began to turn her head. “What…?”. Angel took a firm hold of her head, and turned it forwards again. “I said; don’t move”, he growled. Something fell off her butt, and landed on the bed. “Look what you did…”. Then she realized what he had been doing. “Is that cereal?”, she chuckled. Angel replaced the little oat-ring on her cheek. “Said I was hungry”, he said. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Placing the packet on the floor, Angel placed his lips on first her left cheek – kissing it, and sucking the cereal into his mouth. He did the same thing on her other cheek, and Nina found it hard to lay still from the feel of his lips on her body. Angel travelled up her spine, kissing her skin, and sucking the cereal trail into his mouth. She felt goosebumps forming in the wake of Angel’s lips, and her tunnel clenched around nothing; wanting him inside her so bad. He made sure not to put his weight on her. All she felt of him where his lips and tongue; though his body radiated heat which contrasted delightfully with the coolness of the wet spots he left in his wake up her back.

Finally reaching the last piece of cereal at the nape up her neck, Angel left a lingering kiss, and licked his way down to the spot bellow her ear. Here he suckled for a millisecond, before plunging his cock inside her; and laying down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. Nina cried out at the sensation of being full again. Angel began a brutal pace, slamming in to her hard with every thrust. She was being squeezed under his weight, and loved every second of it. A stray tear left her eye. “You good, mami?”, Angel panted. “Harder!”, Nina demanded. Angel laughed, and fucked in to her with even more vigor.

Nina felt her scalp sting, as Angel grabbed a hold of her hair, and made her turn her head, so he could kiss her. The sounds of her gasps and moans mixed with Angel’s groaning, and his hips hitting her backside continuously. She felt her climax approaching, and Angel wrapped his hand around her throat again, carefully squeezing it. She felt dominated and used, and at the same time safe and cared for beyond belief. Her tears of pleasure mixed with tears of joy, as she exploded into an orgasm. “Oh… god!”, she almost screamed, her voice ragged. Angel let go of her throat, and used her clenching tunnel to reach his own high. Making a ragged groan, he finally climaxed, and came inside her.

He kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled out; collapsing next to her on the bed. Too overwhelmed to move, and still shaking from her orgasm, Nina couldn’t turn around, and simply whimpered. Angel smiled softly, and pulled her into his arms, letting her settle against his chest. He grabbed the packet of cereal, and picked an oat-ring out; before holding it to Nina’s lips, and letting her eat it. “Thank you…”, she smiled. “Right back at you. Do you wanna go clean up?”. “No…”, Nina yawned. “But I have to. UTI’s are not sexy”. Angel kissed her temple. “Go…”, he said, and helped her sit up. She crawled off the bed, and went into the bathroom.

She found Angel on his phone, when she reentered the bedroom. He looked serious as he spoke. “Did they say they’d be back…? What lead…? Yeah, ok… Nah, we’ll be there before reaper heads out again… Yeah, see you then”. He hung up, and looked at Nina. “Vatos Malditos just rode out”. Nina crawled under the sheets, and curled up next to him. “Is something wrong?”, she asked. Angel frowned slightly. “Sala told Taza they had a lead on Gael’s killer…”, he muttered. “This is good. It means they don’t suspect you”. Nina sighed. “Yeah… maybe”. Angel pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re good, cuervo. You’re safe”.

She nodded; not sure if she agreed.

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Angel was still asleep when Nina woke in the morning. He had a blissful expression on his face, and she didn’t have the heart to wake him; but her bladder was craving her attention, so carefully she slipped out of his embrace to go pee. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw that the two hickeys on her neck were almost gone. It was strangely sad, and she almost wanted to ask Angel to make another one.

Grabbing one of his t-shirts from the bedroom, and putting it on; Nina moved into the living room to look around. The quietness of the morning was almost deafening, but not uncomfortable. Angel’s house was strangely homey, in spite of its macho clutter and the bike-parts on the worktable by the door. She slipped into the kitchen to check for coffee, but came up short. He had a coffeemaker, but no beans. If Angel planned on having her around, that would not fly in the future. She found a can of coke in the fridge, and decided it would have to do as a caffeine-shot for now; before walking back into the living room, sipping her beverage.

There was a picture on a small table by the couch, and Nina sat down; picking it up to look at it. A kind looking woman was holding a baby in her arms and laughing at the camera, while a little boy with dark, expressive eyes had his arms around her neck, and was grinning at the baby. “My mom…”, Angel said. He was standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs, and rubbing his eyes. Nina quickly put down the picture, feeling like she’d been caught touching something sacred. “Sorry”, she muttered. He walked over and picked up the picture. “It’s ok…”, he said, smiling a little at the frame, before setting it down again. He joined her on the couch, and pulled her legs over his thighs, before leaning in for a soft kiss. “She died”. “I’m sorry”. “Me too”, he replied. “It was a hit…”. Nina swallowed thickly. “Because of the club?”, she asked. “Nah… Some other shit. Much older”. She took his hand, and brushed her lips over his knuckles. They were still bruised after his cagefight the night before. “Do you wanna talk about it?”, she asked. He looked at her again, and smiled sadly. “Yeah… Some day. Not now”. Nina knew how that was, and simply nodded.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her fully onto his lap, so that she sat sideways on it. “You’re saying goodbye to your family today…”, he said. His words stung in her heart, but she decided to take the fact with a raised head. “Not all of it. You’ve all taken me in as well”, she said. Angel kissed her shoulder. “Just don’t call me your brother. That’s weird”. Nina grinned at him, and tugged at his beard. “Nah… Papi works…”.

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2021 EoA Discord Ship Appreciation Week Day 7: Anything Goes | Continuing from Day 3: Childhood AU

A/N - Welp, might as well add another chapter going along with Day 3 since most -- cough EoA server cough -- loved it so much. Including myself x), little Elena and Mateo is soo cute!! Anyways... enjoy!! ;> | ~ Ducks ~

Walking back with freshly made chocolates from Princess Elena's abuela, Luisa, Mateo finally reached his house. Knocking on the door with a smile brighter than before, Rafa opened the door and smiled warmly at her son.

"Come in mijo! Want to make chicken mole with me?" Rafa requested, knowing Mateo liked to help in anyway he can.

Mateo's smile only grew, "Yes mami! And guess what!"

Rafa got out the ingredients before responding, "Yes Mateo?"

"I met Princess Elena, her grandmother Luisa, and Queen Lucia!! Also her cousin Esteban." Mateo was practically bouncing out of his seat in excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes! And they're very kind, I'm also Princess Elena's best friend!!" Mateo couldn't help it and jumped out of his seat, bouncing all around the kitchen.

Rafa shook her head at Mateo's never-ending energy but was glad to see him happier as ever. She knew he was having a hard time with the other kids at school from the bruises, but he'd always hid them. She managed to help heal the bruises on Mateo with some special oils and lots of hugs and kisses.

"That's great mijo! Now please sit down or you might hurt yourself" she said sternly, yet gently.

"Yes mami" Mateo said with a sheepish smile and helped Rafa make dinner.

That night, Mateo had plans after he got ouot of school, he was going to see Elena again and talk more about himself. Maybe she'll talk more about herself too. As hours past, Rafa got up early as usual to wake up Mateo and get breakfast ready. Changing out of his pajamas, he walked down the stairs to find his mami cooking, he could barely keep up with her as she multi-tasked between cooking and cleaning.

"Buenas dias mijo, eat your breakfast and off you go to school okay?" Rafa called out.

Mateo sat down and started eating, "Buenas dias mami, and okay."

Right. Time for school, Mateo thought with a small frown. He knew he might get bullied again but it won't stop him from getting good grades, and especially from him getting to Elena. After walking on school grounds for a while, he met Naomi at the school gates.

"Hey Mateo! How are you?" Naomi asked while leaning on a nearby tree.

"I'm good Naomi! How are you?"

"FIne. Now come on! We're not getting late for class." Naomi took Mateo's hand and led him over to their classroom.

Just then, he could've swore he saw something red pass the gate's entrance but when he blinked, it was gone. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he went back to paying attention to the teacher.

- DING DING DING -

"Come on Mateo! Let's go before those big kids get you!" Naomi said with concern.

Mateo didn't wait a second more as he ran out through the gates with Naomi just when the big kids came out through the principle's doors with their hands in their pockets.

"That-" Mateo took a breath before continuing, "That was too close."

"Yea, so where you off to now?"

"Oh! I didn't tell you yet, I met Princess Elena and I'm her best friend!"

"Woah, didn't expect that but that's so cool! Think we can see her?" Naomi asked as she smirked a little at his over excitement for the Avaloran Princess.

Mateo took off running with Naomi not that far behind, "Yea! I was gonna meet her today after school, I left my mami a note so we should be good."

"Cool!"

Finally reaching to the chocolate shop where they no doubt found Elena, Esteban, and baby Isabel in the shade underneath the trees. Elena sat up and stretched lazily, before opening her eyes to see Mateo.

"Hey Mateo!" Elena called out with a dazzling smile.

"Hey!" Mateo called back.

Naomi watched the spectacle and smiled knowingly.

"Who's that?" Elena asked while looking at Naomi.

"Oh! This is Naomi, she's my best friend at school."

"Hi Elena."

Elena stood up and hugged Mateo then Naomi. The two of them returned the embrace, Mateo looked towards a sleeping Esteban and little Isabel.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Elena asked.

Mateo rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he replied, "I came to see you again so we get to know each other a bit more."

Elena felt that familiar tingly feeling and nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment.

"Are we going to sit here with you guys or go inside?" Naomi asked Elena, eyeing the tables inside the chocolate shop.

Following her gaze, Elena responded with a playful poke at Mateo's nose. "We may my friends! Esteban, I'm gonna take Isabel from you now."

Esteban groaned in acknowledgement before Elena carried her little sister up. "Follow me, I'll take you inside."

With that in mind, the three of them walked inside and sat down at the nearest table, with Mateo and Naomi on one side and Elena with Isabel just beside them.

"Anyways, what are we gonna talk about first?" Elena asked.

Mateo looked thoughtful before answering, "Maybe some questions that we have for one another?"

"Sure" Naomi and Elena said in unison.

Naomi started it off with, "Do you have a 'thing' for Elena Mateo?"

"N-No?" Mateo said with a blush to which he hid by lowering his head onto the table.

Elena looked curiously at Mateo before asking her own question, "What's your favorite thing to do Naomi?"

"I like to tease Mateo" she said teasingly before adding, "And helping my friends out."

"That's nice" Elena said, her gaze turned to Mateo's chestnut curls once again. Before she could realize what she was doing, Naomi's voice stopped her from whatever she was doing.

"What are you doing Elena?" Naomi questioned as she eyed Elena's hand going towards Mateo's hair.

"Nothing" Elena said quickly and redrew her hand back to her lap.

Naomi peered at Elena closely before dropping the subject and went back to playing with baby Isabel. Elena's face felt hot from embarrassment at being caught but calmed instantly when Mateo found her hand and squeezed it comfortingly. Elena gave his hand a squeeze in thanks.

"Uh, I'll bring Isabel to your abuela since uh, Isabel is crying." Naomi said as she tried to make Isabel stop crying with a few rocks back and forth.

"My abuela is in the kitchen, you can bring her there and come back." Elena said.

"Ok" Naomi carried Isabel up carefully and walked into the kitchen.

'Ok, now's my chance' Elena thought as she brought her free hand and laid it flat on Mateo's hair.

"Are you doing it again Elena?" Mateo said sleepily.

"Yep! I can't help it! It's sooo soft!!" Elena giggled and took her hand out of Mateo's, as much as she wanted it to stay, and placed both of her hands on Mateo's curls.

"Mmm, okay Elena" Mateo responded as he occasionally shivered when Elena's fingers brushed his forehead.

It suddenly came to a pause when Naomi came back with a knowing smirk towards her two 'best friends'.

"Ahem." Naomi cleared her throat.

Elena and Mateo flinched as both of their gazes were locked on Naomi.

"What are you doing Elena? And with Mateo's hair?" Naomi asked with her arms across her chest.

Elena blushed, "Um, playing with it? It's soo soft! You try it and see what happens."

Naomi shook her head and responded with a grin, "I don't think Mateo wants me to, I think he only wants your hands on it. Isn't that right Mateo?"

Mateo stayed silent but Elena was pretty sure he was blushing by his red ears.

"I'll take that as a yes" Naomi said as she walked out the door.

"Hey! Where are you going Naomi!?" Elena asked.

"To give you two some privacy!" Naomi shouted back.

Elena blushed in earnest this time before turning her gaze back to Mateo and her hand that happens to still be tangled in his brown chestnut curls.

"So uh, can I keep playing with your hair?" Elena asked, as if she ignored what happened just a few minutes ago.

"I don't mind Elena, your my best friend and the princess so who am I to deny the princess' request?" Mateo smiled sleepily at Elena and laid his head back on the table.

Elena's heart went off in a small gallop, only noting in mind of how close they really were. This time, instead of playing with his hair, she wrapped her arms comfortably around Mateo's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. She could feel Mateo straighten at the sudden embrace but wholeheartedly returned it. He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and rested his head on hers. In Elena's mind, this was perfectly normal right? A normal best friend hug. But the way her heart skipped a beat every time he looks at her and touches her was one thing Elena didn't take into mind until now.

"Hey Mateo?" Elena said quietly.

"Mmm" Mateo hummed in response.

"Is this a normal best friend thing?"

Mateo thought about it, and said carefully, "Truthfully, I don't know. But I do know that I would gladly stand by you until the end and whatever you want me to be, a best friend or something more, I'll be any of them for you" Mateo paused, "And maybe the one for you to give hugs on." He teased afterwards, but the tone Mateo used was soothing. Though she should probably pay more attention to the situation rather than his voice and features.

"You mean that?" Elena asked, her heart clenching in a pleasant way.

Mateo gently brushed his fingers against her cheek as he said confidently, "Yes, every word."

Elena felt more adoration for this boy than anyone she's ever met, its like fate brought them together, or its just a turn of events that happened coincidentally. Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss on his cheek, lingering just a bit longer before she moved back, grinning at his flushed face.

"Mmm, so that stays between us okay? And I'm talking about that kiss" Elena said lightly with a wink.

Mateo shook his head to clear his dreamy thoughts and nodded.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Mateo asked as he bumped his shoulder against hers affectionately.

Elena laughed lightly, grasping his hand in hers. "I don't know, how about a walk? Just you and I?"

"Sure!" Mateo got up and gave Elena his arm, to which she took with an extra nose boop on Mateo for an equal measure of affection.

"We're still best friends right?" Mateo asked.

Elena flashed Mateo her best smile, "Of course! Always."

'And maybe something more than just best friends' Elena thought with a light blush.

The two of them walked around the chocolate shop, talking with one another, occasionally poking each other playfully, just being the best of friends.

"Also, Elena?"

"Yes?"

"Were you watching me while I was in class?" Mateo asked, peering closely at Elena.

Elena looked down and replied, "Uh, nooo?"

"Hmm, okay." Mateo said, pleased knowing for sure that it was her who came by.

#elena of avalor #2021 eoa appreciation week #day 7 #eleteo #baby Isabel #Just finished x> #and I love it sm #should I make this a fanfic? #hmm #I'll think about it

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Just You and Me Part 13

This may not be the most cohesive piece but I had to try and tie in season 3 realistically.

Lucia stroked Rio’s hand. He was  currently still sedated, but the doctor said they’d ease up on the sedation soon. Agent Turner was standing outside the door, according to him, her husband struck a deal in his injured state. She didn’t know what she wanted to do more, kill this bitch who shot him or Agent Turner, but she stood down. When they wheeled him into the ER, everything stood still as she watched Julio work to save his boss’ life.  

“I’m right here baby,” she whispered, “ain’t going nowhere.” 

Everyone tried to get her to leave, to go home and rest for a few hours, but she refused. If anything happened and she wasn’t here, she’d never forgive herself. Marcus was currently with his grandmother and aunt, not really sure what was happening. She fell asleep, with her head resting on the hospital bed, however when she woke up, she found herself in their apartment, sound asleep on her bed. While they were separated neither one of them used this place, she opted to stay with Chuck and he moved into one of his emergency condos. Stretching she got out of bed and walked into the living area, to find her mother in law, Rio’s sisters and Charlie in the lounge, along with her son. 

“Mama,” he ran towards her, burying his face into her neck, “I missed you.” 

She held onto her son, placing kisses all over his face, “Hey baby,” she whispered, “I missed you too,” thankfully he didn’t ask about his father. Realising she was not  going to get out of their home anytime soon, she sat down and had breakfast with the group. A few hours later when she walked into his hospital room, she froze - the bed was empty and stripped, the entire room was empty. Her entire body went stone cold as she tried to process the sight in front of her. Only when a pair of arms caught her, was she aware that she was falling to the ground. 

“Hey Lucia,” Mike held her as Mick closed the door behind them, “he’s fine Cia,” he squeezed her gently, moving her over to the bed, “the deal he struck with Turner is for show, he woke up last night and this morning Julio arranged that he be taken to one of our hotels along with Turner,” somehow she managed to take in what he was saying. 

So for two months, she didn’t know where her husband was, aside from a voice recording he sent her a week after he was moved. For the entire time, she stayed at his mother’s house, not able to stand the sight of their apartment without him in it. She and Marcus slept in his childhood room and every night the little boy would ask about his father and when was he coming home, if he wasn’t asking after his father, he was speaking about his new friend Jane. 

She was brought out of her thoughts by a knock at the front door. Opening the door, she froze. 

“Hey mama,” before she could respond, Marcus raced out from behind her. 

“Daddy!” 

“Wassup pop,” Rio immediately crouched down, “how you doing?” he held onto his son, Lucia noticed that he didn’t lift Marcus up like he usually would, “I made you something,” her husband reached into his backpack, “wanna see?” pulling out a model plane, “It’s cool?” 

“Yeah,” Marcus smiled, “can you come to one of my games?”

That’s how things came to light regarding Beth Boland and what happened two months ago. While Marcus was preoccupied with his new plane Lucia looked over at her husband. They were sitting by the dinner table in his mother’s house and it almost reminded her of the nights they’d sit and do homework at that very table. 

“Lucia,” his hand twitched, wanting to reach over and place it over her’s, “mami I’m so sorry bout everything that went down,” this time he did reach over. They sat and talked things through. 

It took another two days before they started making plans to move back to their apartment. Lucia was still seething at the fact that this woman not only interfered in their lives and almost killed her husband, but was trying to worm her way into their kid's life for some weird and twisted reason. She had to tell Rio that she leant money to her. That didn't go down well. 

"How much Lucia?" his voice was eerily calm. 

"Ten," she sighed. 

"Grand?" he growled and not for the first time was he wondering how the hell none of his boys knew that she was friends with Elizabeth. He'd have to have a meeting with Mick and Mike after the urge to strangle those two disappeared. 

The next day he called Mick and Mike to the apartment. Staring at the two of them, he rocked his jaw in frustration. 

"What part of keep tabs on Elizabeth," he seethed, "did the two of you not understand?" 

The two men knew better than to answer him, "Cos clearly you didn't," his hand twitched to grab his gun, "if you did, you'd know that she's been spending a lot of time with Lucia and Marcus," he snapped. 

A few days later, she got a phone call from Beth asking to go for drinks and that’s when Rio sprang into action. That night when he came home, he was livid. 

“Says she’s pregnant,” he clenched his fists. 

“She’s not,” Lucia sighed, “we went for lunch a few days before you came back and she was on her period, asked me for a tampon,” placing her book down on the side table she looked at him, “papi please, can we just leave her and move on?”

“Lucia,” he sighed and sat down next to her, “mami you know it ain’t that simple.” 

“Yes it is,” she snapped, “for once Rio, screw the rules please.” 

“Ok baby,” he pulled her close, “aight," they both knew he wasn't gonna let it go.  After the doctor's appointment and meeting at the bar, Mick was sent to keep tabs on Beth. 

"Make sure she knows why you're there." 

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7. The thing that works

series summary - Will the Halstead brothers be able to reconnect with their sister after 5 years? chapter summary - a worried Hailey visits Jay and finds out more about Madeline Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton TW - Mentions of parental death and missing persons investigation

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Several loud knocks on Jay’s door jerked him from his stillness. 

His phone screen flashed back at him - 22:38 and multiple texts from his partner. 

💬 Hailey :) [23 minutes ago] I'm gonna take your lack of response as a no - I'm coming over

💬 Hailey :) [48 minutes ago] You okay? 

💬 Hailey :) [1hr ago] Wanna grab a beer? I’ll buy ... :) 

Shit  - Considering he doesn’t even know where the past hour is gone, he really isn’t in the mood to see people. Especially people that he can’t hide from. Rubbing his face, he quickly made his way to the door. Before he even has the chance to tell her that he’s fine, his partner makes her way into the apartment, his favourite 6pack in tow. 

“Hails-” “Nope. I get you wanna be alone but that’s just not gonna happen” she says, already putting the beers in the fridge. Knowing he’s already lost this, he sighs and goes to grab the glasses. When he turns, he can’t help but smile seeing her struggling to reach for the whisky. “I got it,” he said, swiftly grabbing it.  “Why’d you put it so high?” she huffs. “Because, someone had a little too much and kept fighting me for more last time, remember?” he patronised with a smile on his face as he poured. He’ll never admit it but there’s a little part of him that left it there because he finds it cute.  She gives him a look but a second later, her eyes crinkle. “Still had that hangover though” laughing in the brightest way.  He chuckled and they clinked their glasses together before falling into a comfortable silence. 

They stand around the counter slowly sipping and although there’s a part of Hailey that wants to know, she decides to just join him in the quiet.  After a while he reveals, “That girl from yesterday. She’s my sister”  She suspected it but it still takes her back. Reigning in the questions popping up in her mind, she just asks “What’s her name?”  “Maddie. Madeline Grace” Jay said with a small smile.  “That’s pretty. It suits her” she said.  “Yeah it does. Mom had it picked out way before she knew she was having a girl” Hailey notices how this is the first time in weeks she’s seen him genuinely smile.  “Oh wow. Prepared lady.”  “Hell no. We were both in high school when Maddie was born - Will was a senior!” Jay laughed. “Total surprise after Mom and Dad went to the cabin for their wedding anniversary.” “Well, that cabin does have views,” she said, remembering when Jay invited Intelligence to Wisconsin in the Summer.  “Yeah. Mom was thrilled. I mean she loved us but I think she always wanted a girl. And man did Maddie have all of us wrapped around her finger, even Dad” Hailey chuckled as the image of a teenage Will and Jay trying to win the affection of a newborn popped in her head.  “What?” Jay smiled holding her gaze. “Just trying to imagine how that went down,” she amused.  “Oh it's exactly like you imagine it. Gets funnier when she got into fairies” “Did you join in?” she asked, holding back the laughter even though she knew the answer would be yes.  “Course I did Hails. Tea parties, playing house, being her horse, serious business.” he listed schooling his face before joining Hailey who was bursting.  “Seriously though, younger me would have loved that” Hailey said once they calmed down.  “Yeah?”  “Mhh. I was more into princesses than fairies but my 12 and 9 year old brothers weren’t as keen. They were good when I wanted to join in playing cops though so guess that came in handy” she joked.  “I guess it did,” Jay smiled, imagining a little Hailey running around. “C’mon what do you wanna ask me?” he said when he saw her debating something in her head.  “Uh- The tv the other night. I looked it up and that film- I mean, was she always into acting?” “Mmm. Was a surprise to me too. I haven’t asked her about it yet but I guess she always did liked to perform” “Perform?” she said, cocking her head.  “Yeah. She’s loved ballet ever since Mom first took her - I think she was like 3 or something. Told me today that she’s training to be one” he replied, proud.  “Really? Jay! That’s amazing!”  “Yeah. I’m so proud of her. I mean, Will and I always knew she would” he beamed.  “You have any photos?” Hailey asked, relieved seeing Jay this happy.  

He came back from the bedroom moments later and handed her a purple file folder decorated around the edge with gem stickers. She first picked up the stack of pictures and as she looked through them, the red haired girl in beautiful costumes grew before her, perfectly poised and always smiling widely at the camera.  “Man, you Halstead’s don’t like to go half way with doing things do you?” Hailey joked, perusing through the several clippings of local papers, the word ‘places’ and ‘wins’ jumping out at her in almost every headline. When she got to the last one, she paused at the date. 

_______________________________________________________________________ Carlisle ballerina wins first place in Youth America Grand Prix | 14 January 2013 Madeline Halstead of Carlisle took first place in the junior classical division of the Youth America Grand Prix Regional Semi-Finals held in Pennsylvania this past weekend. The 13 year old who has trained at the Central Pennsylvania Youth Ballet since the age of 7, performed three variations in front of 5 judges and a full audience. Although the Youth Grand Prix is considered to be the world’s largest ballet competition, this was not the first time Madeline captured a win. Miss Halstead first received gold when she was just 10 years old, going on to place in the top 12 in her category every year at the Philadelphia Semi Finals. The spotlight is on for Madeline as she prepares ahead for the NY Finals in April where she placed third in the same category last year.  _______________________________________________________________________

She furrowed her eyebrows as she flicked back through the articles - the earlier ones were mostly about holiday productions held in local schools but there was at least one for every year starting from 2006. Where were the others?  “That’s the last one,” Jay said, reading her thoughts.  She looked back at him confused, but that’s 5 years ago. He meets her with the same indescribable expression she had witnessed that night at Mollys. Jay bore into her as if he was analyzing her trust, then finally placed a file she didn’t catch the first time round in front of her. She tensed as she instantly recognised the front. A case file. 

_______________________________________________________________________

Carlisle P.D. - Missing Juvenile Report  Name: Madeline Grace Halstead  Age:14. Female. White. 5'4", 93 lbs. Red hair, long.  Last seen: Exiting ballet studio at 21:32 on 6/03/2013 walking towards North Street. Reported: 20:36 on 7/03/2013  Reported by: Robert Louis Davis, MD _______________________________________________________________________

Her breath hitched as she read the first few lines of the report. She looked back at him when she got to the reported time. Why did it take that long to report? Who is Robert? He’s a doctor? And where even is Carlisle? 

Hailey watched as Jay downed his drink and slowly began. 

“When Mom died- She uh went to go live with our aunt in Pennsylvania- cause none of us really could be with Maddie. Me n Mouse, we’d just got back, Dad was drinking and - I mean Will didn’t even come back for the funeral.” Hailey noticed the tinge of blame that was there. A smile touched his eyes as he continued, “But Mads loved it in Carlisle. Mamie, our aunt was Mom’s best friend and um she never had kids but she used to come over all the time and she helped us out a lot when Mom got sick. Mads and Mamie, they’d always call or send pictures and me n Mouse would go whenever we could. Mamie and Rob, they really helped me and Mouse out that first year cause- we were just- ” 

Hailey recognised that look in Jay as he trailed off. She always saw it creep up no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She didn’t know where to take this but she figured that him giving her the case file was his way of an invitation. She asked gently, wanting to bring him back. “Jay. She was walking home?” 

Jay slightly shook, bringing himself back and continued, “Maddie always biked or walked there cause it’s like a 15 minute walk and the towns small, safe. Tree lined streets, I mean the actual studios in a college.”

“And Robert? He didn’t realise?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t even look at him because of it then. But I can’t blame the guy - he got home that night at 2am and then slept cause he’d worked 18 hours. The school didn’t call him and Mamie didn’t pick up when the studio called cause she was out of town. Mads usually went straight there from school so he didn’t even know. Only found out when he went to pick her up. They tried but by the time it got reported it was-”

“Nearly 24 hours gone” Hailey thought aloud. 

“Yeah. Didn’t have anything to work with. The footage of her leaving the studio was the last thing, she didn’t show up on any eyes after. Just disappeared. They put out AMBER alerts and reached out to Chicago and New York cause that’s where me and Will were. They thought maybe she ran away but-” 

“She would have shown up on footage” Hailey finished the sentence.

“Yeah.” Jay breathed out, looking down the empty glass. “That and we knew her. She was so excited for the Finals in NY. Case never closed but after a while -” he shaked his head. Hailey watched his body clench as resentment smouldered his features “Not even a year after, Dad started speaking like she was dead. Like she was with Mom. Haven’t talked to him since” Hailey then witnessed the slight, almost imperceptible change in him, but couldn’t quite place it. He inhaled shakily then breathed out, 

“Thing is -”

“I thought she was dead too” 

It made sense to Hailey now. How her partner always seemed to find the cases involving kids the hardest. How he always went beyond helping out families who lost theirs. She wondered if maybe that’s why he joined Intelligence. If maybe in those late nights he stayed even when all the paperwork was done, he was searching for her. And that look she’d seen that night at Mollys. She could name it now. It was a look she would never be able to fully understand.  And as his escaping tears crumbled the wall away, she moved silently and held him. 

She was going to stay with him tonight. 

                                            💙✨🦋✨💙

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A/N - The characters belong to Dick Wolf and are from the One Chicago universe he created. A longer chapter featuring Hailey and Jay. This was really difficult for me to write so I hope it turned out okay. Thank you so much to those that are coming along on this story with me :) 

#upstead #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #tw: parental death #tw: missing persons investigation

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid 190

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   Lance went at things like a bat out of hell. Keith standing back and letting his boyfriend do what he had to do... in the middle of the night, and so caught up in his pet project that Keith’s presence didn’t seem to register on Lance’s radar. Completely focused on his task, Keith stood “guard” over his boyfriend in the nursery doorway. The way his boyfriend worked told him he’d done it so many times that it came almost naturally now. Pride left a soft smile on his lips, while a damaged ego left a small pinch in the corners.

  Listening to Matt grumble, the fellow werewolf clambered up the stairs with two cups of coffee in his hands. Keith giving him a nod, not moving to take any coming conversation out of the nursery. Lance probably hadn’t even heard Matt and Rieva grumbling about the late night sudden impulse to renovate. Passing his mug to him, Matt indicated to Lance with a jerk of his head

“Is he okay?”

“He’s getting there. Being able to do the wall’s made him pretty happy”

Matt rolled his eyes. A sleepy Matt was a cranky Matt

“Did it have to be in the middle of the night?”

“Let him be. He’s been stressed about not having the nursery done”

“I’m just saying...”

Matt could kindly not say. Yeah. He and Rieva had work in the morning, but Matt didn’t have to make a scene about it. It irked Keith that he’d come up with a coffee as if trying to bribe him to his side

“Then think of it as revenge for all the times we’ve heard you having sex”

  Wrinkling his nose, Matt didn’t look please

“That’s playing dirty”

“He’s nearly done. When the panel goes in, I think all that’s left is waiting for the glue stuff to dry. I’ve got no idea. He’s so caught up in what he’s doing, I don’t think he’s noticed I’m here”

Lance had cut the hole for the replacement. Then inserted panels that backed onto the good gyprock, Keith guessing because only one side had the support of the wood behind it... but then again, it could just be an old man approach to fixing things... Or Lance liked it like that? He didn’t know... It was beyond him, then he’d gotten lost and gave up understanding in awe of watching Lance worked. The smile on Lance’s face hadn’t left from the moment he’d taken up his spirit level and carpet cutter

“He does seem pretty intense right now. I’m pretty sure that’s not how they fix things these days”

Keith shook his head. Lance had smeared something around the edges of the repair patch then sanded it down, making the most of the noise... other than the dropping of things on the floor

“Don’t look at me, I’ve got no clue”

“Should we ask?”

“Nope. Let him be. He’ll be done soon”

  Matt seemed to take that as an invitation to stand and watch with him. Lance jumping at the sight of them, clutching at his chest as his starter shaking his head

“Don’t do that to me! How long have you been there?!”

Keith shrugged, trying not to admit it was funny to see how shocked Lance was to see them

“I’ve been watching since you pulled out the carpet cutter. Matt got here as you were sanding”

“I’m putting cowbells on your necks. I might be dead, but you don’t have to sneak around scaring the last dregs of life out of me”

  Matt huffed

“It’s not my fault someone decided to remodel in the middle of the ni-...”

Stamping on Matt’s foot shut him up, Lance still looked shaken as he ran a hand through his hair

“Sorry. I didn’t think about that...”

“Matt’s just being a douche. It looks good. If it was painted, you’d never be able to tell what happened”

Instantly he was rewarded with a bright smile

“That’s the plan. I’m so glad it’s done. Now we can prime it and paint over in the morning, then get the furniture done”

Turning to Keith, Matt punched him in the arm, hard enough to make him growl at the fellow wolf

“What the fuck?!”

“That’s from Pidge. For not telling her you were in town. I just remembered”

That wasn’t his fault. She would have been as eager as Coran if the pair had been there together, and dealing with one mad scientist was bad enough

“She’s over here more than she’s at home”

“Still. I’m just passing along the message. Now you’re done, I’m going back to bed”

“Good. Go already”

  Matt poked his tongue out him, but still took his coffee cup away as he left the pair of them alone. Waddling over to him, Lance draped his arms over Keith’s shoulders

“Soooo... does it pass?”

Kissing Lance, he didn’t know why his boyfriend had to ask

“It’s perfect. A bit like you”

“Flirting will get you everywhere... but right now, I need a shower”

“Is that right? You know, flirting could get me everywhere in the shower?”

Lance wrinkled his face as he laughed. His lover should have looked dorky, but he was too cute for that

“Calm down, Casanova. I’m tired and I’m sore... my hips feel like my legs are going to fall off”

  Before Lance could blink, Keith had him up in his arms. Kind of startling the both of them. Bopping him on the nose, Lance sighed at him

“Give me some warning before you randomly come along and sweep me off my feet. I don’t need to suddenly go into labour from surprise”

“I think I’d like at least 14 days written warning ahead of time”

“And I think it doesn’t work like that”

Keith faked a laugh

“Drats. Oh well, I’ll just have to be there for the birth”

“I’ll neuter you myself if you even think about being anywhere other than in there holding my hand. As romantic as this is, the twins are squashing my bladder”

“Bathroom, got it. Then maybe a massage for my favourite boyfriend”

“Keith, babe, love of my life. You keep talking like that, and you’re going to get everywhere with me”

A naked Lance beneath his hands sounded like the perfect situation

“Mmm... I like the sound of that...”

“I knew you would. Now, let’s go. I might not have much pride left, but I’d rather not pee on you”

“Honestly, I don’t think I’d mind”

“Well I do. Let me have some semblance of pride, pretty please?”

Keith swallowed hard. His mind already hyper focused on what was coming after that shower, or more correctly, who

“Only because you asked me so nicely”

“Mmm. Perfect boyfriend is perfect”

Keith blushed at the praise, ego swelling rapidly. Lance was the perfect one. Those long caramel legs of his... shit... yeah, they definitely needed to make it to the bedroom sooner rather than later.

    *

Lance guarded the nursery as if it contained life and death secrets. Hunk and Pidge had picked up the chair of them, and though being Lance’s very best friends, neither of them were allowed to see the nursery when they dropped the chair off. Lance had woken up before him, already painting by the time Keith had stumbled down to retrieve caffeine, then back up the stairs to tell Lance to come back to bed.

  With how Lance worked, the nursery was done in a day. Cots made. Stuffed toys and shelves in place. Stars painted in all colours of the rainbow across the back wall, the only MDF shapes to have made the final cut. The shelves placed there had been snazzied up with stars of their own. To Keith everything in that room felt incredibly surreal and incredibly real at the same time. They were going to be parents. They we’re going to be parents soon. Lance didn’t have another 31 weeks to go. He had something like 9... and now the twins had their own room, decorated with so much love that it reminded him of how unloving his own childhood had been.

  Nothing had been placed without Lance triple checking he was okay with the placement. Knowing Keith didn’t have the greatest skills in mixing and matching bedding, Lance still insisted on asking him how they both should be dressed. Everything was so impossibly small. Tiny onesies folded and now in the change table, that was still just as much of a game changer as when they’d purchased it. Keith had cried.

  Standing in the nursery, the emotions hit him hard. Guided by Lance, he found himself the first to be “nursed” in Lance’s dream chair, as he sat between Lance’s legs, kind of awkwardly yet held safe in Lance’s arms. How he wished Mami was there. She would have loved this. All of it. She would be fussing over Lance, and scolding him for being bossy. She’d have told them all sorts of stories about Lance growing up.

  “Babe, what are you thinking about?”

Massaging Keith’s scalp, Keith pushed against Lance’s fingers. Life was so unfair. Miriam should have been there

“Mami. I really wish she was here. She would have been really happy”

“She would have whipped our arses into shape, that’s for sure. Pulled out the pink slipper of hers and had our arses black and blue for how long things took. She also probably would have called us idiots”

She would have. She probably would have smuggled in something alcoholic and had one of those secret chats with him

“Yeah... I’m closer than ever to Krolia, yet... I feel like... if she was here, I’d want Mami to see this space first”

  Lance sniffled, Keith raising his head

“I miss her too. I miss her so much. I’d never give her the curse, but sometimes I can’t help but want to wish I had, then I hate myself for it. I really miss her. I feel like part of me died along side her, but I know she wouldn’t want me to feel like that”

“She loved you, babe. She loved you so much”

“She loved you, too. You should have heard her in Cuba. Bragging to the whole family over you. I know you’re not okay with your werewolf side... I think she would have smacked you, told you you’re still you, then started pestering you with questions about our sex life now you’re as strong as I am”

Keith let out a kind of choked snort

“I can see that. Oh, can you image her and Krolia baby sitting. Krolia would be like “oops I dropped the baby”, and Mami would have been like “it’s okay, I dropped Lance plenty and he turned out okay”

Lance chuckled with a nod, before squeezing Keith with a hug

“Part of me’s scared by how true that it is. It feels good to have this room done. It feels even better to have done it with you”

“I’m sorry it took so long”

  He’d made Lance wait and wait and wait. Now the room was put together, he couldn’t help but wish he could go back in time and have done it sooner. Lance looked almost younger, as if the stress he’d carried had been washed away completely. The exhaustion was clear, but now it was kind of a peaceful exhausting. His own ego felt beyond proud of the space. Proud that they’d done things together and made such a nice space for their twins to sleep and grow in. Smiling softly, Lance shook his head at his apology

“It’s alright. Now we can go see your dad and you can tell him all about the nursery. I know you don’t believe he’s looking down on us, but I know for sure that if he was here with us, he’d be so beyond proud of you, babe”

“I wish... I could see him again”

  He had so much to ask. So many things he wanted to tell his father. There were many things he’d only started figuring out since starting to date Lance, and so many painful memories he finally felt strong enough to talk about. There were still so many things he hadn’t told Lance, yet Lance didn’t push him for every detail. He let him come to him. He let him choose his own words when he could, and still loved him when he couldn’t. For the rest of his life, he wanted to cherish his boyfriend, who’d someday be his husband for the rest of his life. All those people who’d let him down. Who’d hurt him. Who’d laughed at him and mocked him... They could go all fuck themselves sideways with their douche canoes, because he’d finally found the place he belonged.

#ashratherose #oncebittentwicestupid #once bitten twice stupid

[talesofphantombandits]

Zero to Six ~ Chapter 5

Happy New Year guys! So this went in a totally different direction to what I originally wanted. But I started writing it this morning then had a little break down because I just hated it :’) So I had a rethink and changed it. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think.

Also if you want to be tagged let me know, Thank You always for the support <3

Warnings - Just some mild swearing. 

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“You know for what you guys do, you’re all so dumb.” I laughed.

I heard a hiss and turned to find One giving me a stern look like I shouldn’t have said anything.

“What?!” I was completely surprised by the look he was giving me.

“She just stumbled in here after the bar fight, the doctor couldn’t resist helping her.” Five had stopped what she was doing and was now giving Four a inquisitive look. 

My eyebrows furrowed as I gave a concerning look to Five. I couldn’t help but notice the suspicious glare that Two was giving me. She was incredibly smart, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d caught on and knew who I was. 

“Your name was Lilly right?” One asked marching to the door. “Come on I’ll take you home.” 

Everyone was looking at One near the door like he’d lost his mind. While I couldn’t help but notice that Four was starring me down. I just gave him a small smile as I jumped off the table.

I quietly thanked Five as I passed her.

Seeing Four this close up was breath taking, He really was a sight to look at. It was like looking into the blinding sun that eventually you had to tear your sight away from, in case of damage to the eyes.

I’d come so close to knowing him, god even one conversation with him probably wouldn’t have satisfied me enough but it would have been a start. Yet One had taken even that from me.

I’d got to witness first hand this distant family that we’d all created for ourselves, now that I have had a taste of actually being in the field with these guys I was dead set on fighting to stay here with them.

“Hurry up” One snapped me out of the daydream.

I looked back at Five and gave her a small smile as I started towards the door.

As I got closer and closer to the little blonde shit leaning on the door frame I could swear he was smirking at me, I had to fight the urge to slap him.

As I crossed the thresh hold our hands brushed, it was like lightning shocked my whole body. I tried no to show the shiver it sent down my spine and the urge bolt out into the fresh air. I didn’t want to turn to gauge his reaction, so I just kept walking after One.

Once we go out to the car I let go all the emotions flying around my head.

“What the actual fuck One?!” I nearly screamed.

He opened up his side of the car. “Shut up and get in the car.” He got in and started the car.

I just huffed, getting in.

“Where are you taking me?” I sighed.

“Home.” He said shortly.

“Why?, why did you do that?” 

“Do what?” He didn’t look at me.

“Make me think I was finally becoming apart of the team, I was finally getting the family I deserved. And then you just tore it out from underneath me!” I tried so hard to not scream at him but the more I spoke the harder it got.

“You knew that they weren’t suppose to meet you! why are you suddenly surprised.” 

“I want to go back, I want to go to on the rest of the mission!” I crossed my arms stubbornly.

“No.” he deadpanned 

“One am not afraid to knock you out and drive there myself.” He just raised his eyebrows at me. “Come on One! why are you keeping me hidden?” 

"Because your job is best done hidden.”

“Bullshit!” I finally screamed.

One forcefully pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped.

“Please just tell me the truth.” I said quietly. “Why do you keep me away? and I don’t want any crap. You and I both know I can do my work in any environment.” 

“I just want to keep you safe.” He just stared straight ahead into the darkness.

“What do you mean? Since when have you ever cared about our safety?” I asked confused.

One had always said, If someone gets stuck on a mission they are to be left behind. We can’t be exposed so it’s a price we all have to unfortunately pay.

“You were the first person I found.” He slowly turned his head to me.

I just looked at him confused. One showing any sort of emotion never happened.

“What does that matter? I thought you weren’t meant to care about us?” 

“Am not.” He shrugged. “But you were the first member of the team, You were in a very bad situation when I found you. I do actually have feelings you know and I guess I grew fond of you.”

I could feel the tears well in my eyes. “So why keep me away?”

“I didn’t want you to ever get hurt, It would hurt too much to leave you behind if you got stuck. But it’s a price i’d have to pay.” 

“Then don’t, you say you care for us deep down. So change the rule.  We all need to be there for each other.” I said reaching out to him.

“You know I can’t do that. The mission comes first.” He shrugged off my hand.

“Then at least take me back to the team. I can work at the base, I don’t want to be alone anymore One.” He looked at me with what I sensed as sadness. “Am starting to go crazy staying in those apartments by myself and not seeing anyone for years on end.”

“You’re hurting me more by keeping me away from them.”

We sat for a moment in silence as I watched the cogs in his head turn.

“Fine. But am warning you now, if you get left behind on a mission am not coming back for you.” He started up the car again.

“I’ve known that since day one.” He turned the car around and sped off.

When we reached the grave yard I was shocked at just how many planes had ended up there. “There all yours?” I questioned.

“Every single one.” he mused.

It may seem like a 5 year old thought but I honestly was excited to explore them all.

He parked up outside an old yellow crate and got out, I followed him only to be greeted by a massive dog. 

“Hey boy it’s fine, she’s with me.” The dog then ran to his side and he petted it.

I just scoffed, raising my eyebrows at him.

He guiding me to an aeroplane that had a ghost near the door.

I just laughed. “I like that!” Pointing to it.

“I knew you would, you and your spooky shit.”

I let him walk ahead of me so I could get my bearings, To think about what was going to happen now.

“One, you’re back! Am going to need you to spill, who was that?” I heard that annoying sexy British voice as soon as One turned the corner.

“I’ll let you tell her tell you herself.”

Then there was silence. I was about to meet the only family I’d ever known.

I was scared mostly because I wanted them to like me, which I knew they already did but it’s always different in person. I was also nervous to be completely around Four, i’d felt a tension between us at the bar and I honestly didn’t know if I was ready to find out if that was a one sided thing or not.

I took a deep breath calming myself, hen rounded the corner.

“Hey guys.” I just smiled, waving awkwardly.

Everyone turned in shock at my second appearance tonight.

“Well darling, the anticipation is killing us.” Fours dark eyes were trained on me as he leaned on the table.

“Well if you’d let me speak you’d find out sooner, monkey boy.” He shot straight up at my words.

Everyone just laughed at the realisation as to who they were meeting.

I just smirked at such a reaction. 

“Zero?!” Three said enthusiastically.

“Glad to see there are actually some smart people around here. Yes, It’s me the almighty hacker.” He grinned at me and I grinned back just as big.

Three rushed forward, picking me up in a bear hug, “Urg am so excited to finally meet you mami!”

I just laughed as he placed me back onto the ground, kissing each of my cheeks.

“Well dam.” Four leaned back against the table crossing his arms.

My eyes travelled to his as we stared each other down.

Someone coughed to the right of me snapping us out of the trace. “So Japan.”

chapter Six

#ben hardy #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy fanfiction #ben hardy four #6 underground #6 underground four #6 underground billy #6 underground fanfic #billy #billy fanfiction #four #four fanfic #four fanfiction

[peachlolitasevillacourtstuff]

pmatga swap au (chapter 2)

It all starts in the morning at pac's school and his friends, pac as usual he always got up first to eat all his breakfast, this time he saw how his two friends chatted and tasted their breakfast, pac hardly knew that both of them they began their relationship.

"There are these two that would have occurred to you this morning"

he questioned himself, as he saw them the pac communicator started to ring, it was Sir.c who had called them, it seemed to be an emergency.

"GUYS! CALL US AT THE ROUND HOUSE!"

Scream pac towards cyli and spiral

"seriously let's go!"

Cyli said preparing

"Yes, don't forget about me!"

Spiral affirmed rising from his chair, during the direct way to the round house they could notice a large number of ambulances and police investigators, when entering the president's house they noticed much concern especially in the two guard backs of the president.

"What happened gentlemen, something happened with the president"

Cyli asked one of them.

"We do not know how it was, the president was asleep and until we heard a scream, and we intervened in his room and found him in a kind of catatonic state"

I affirm the bodyguard.

"What did they see?"

I ask again

"Obviously to the catatonic president, and if it were not the most terrifying thing, we found in his room a lot of scratches on the wall, as if a lion attacked him"

answered

"a lion would not have been betrayus"

he said clashing his fists pac

"then walk .."

the three went to president spheros, he was next to some nurses and scorers, he said what had attacked him last night, it was nothing out of the ordinary, president spheros had some bandages on his back, where he highlighted the Blood, Pac and his team only thought of one thing. Betrayus.

"Mr. President, are you better yet?"

"Yes for now"

he answered calmly

"Can you say what happened?"

"everything was fast and terrifying, it was like I came out of a movie, while I was sleeping I heard a fluid in my very cold and cutting, at first I thought it was the air conditioning, but I heard a photo break"

"could see what it was"

"Not at first, but I heard a very unbearable noise as if it were nails to the wall, until I heard a murmur in the background"

"saw what his appearance was like"

"Well, he suddenly appeared and attacked me and scratched me, I couldn't identify him, but since he had sharp claws I assumed he was my brother"

"As I suspected! betrayus was the one who did it!"

He said something annoying

"What do you propose to do boy?"

asked the president

"Betrayus has already done too much, but this was too much, enough to hit rock bottom"

"That's the way pacster is spoken!"

"Now let's go to the underworld and kick ass slime!"

Pac and his team said with much encouragement and even began to take all possible weapons and berries against betrayus, they would not let that evil ghost stun them again.

"Good luck, boys"

Sir.c said giving them a thumbs up

"there is no Sir.c"

Then Pac and his team went with the vehicle directly to the underworld to catch Lord Betrayus, on the other hand in the Sir.c round house as he had no more ideas of what to do next, he went directly to his laboratory where he began to Use among all your own things to see what ideas you had for this occasion.

"WAU! WAU! WAU!"

Fuzbits Ladro

"Oh fuzbitz are you hungry little rabbi?"

I ask

"Wau!"

he said shaking his head up and down

"That for me is a yes without a doubt"

"Excuse me Sir.c ..."

said a soft and sharp voice behind him, it was a white sphere with freckles, orange eyes, brown hair and split ends with a certain and little similarity to Lord Betrayus when he was still living.

"cedrick!"

said surprised Sir.c

"Your father has told you a dozen times not to enter this laboratory, what are you doing here?"

I ask

"He'll be fine right?"

"you know that yes son, the cut that tube was not so deep"

he replied with a kind smile

"Okay Sir.c, hello fuzbits and grinder!"

cheerfully greet you

"hahaha, there are these children now"

changing the scene we go to the side of pac and his team already in the underworld attacking and absorbing the ghosts, the ghosts tried to defend lord betrayus as best as possible, but the efforts were very futile.

"WHAT THEY DO USELESS! REINFORCE THAT DOOR!"

I yell at them Lord Betrayus.

"That we try my lord"

said one of the ghosts trying to reinforce the door

"Because that little lemon changes roles"

I beg Dr.Buttocks

"I don't know, just make him leave here!"

"You heard Master Betrayus already! Get that lemon and his team out of our master's room!"

Dr.buttocks deftly reaffirmed, however the efforts of the ghosts turned in vain and pac and his team suddenly entered ready to catch lord betrayus.

"WAAAAHHH! MAMI!"

Cowardly shout betrayus shielding buttlers.

"it's over betrayus! this time you hit bottom on us on the surface"

said pacstar approaching and at the same time devouring Dr.Buttocks very angry

"What do you mean!"

"For a long time we endured your tantrum, and now for attacking our president you will be detained on this occasion and forever"

he said turning into a cap of steel

"HAY! HAY! DO NOT STAY AWAY FROM ME"

I beg betrayus

"no, not today"

He pulled his elongated magnet tongue out of his mouth, and caught Lord Betrayus right there in his mouth, Betrayus was trying to escape, but Pac kept him very much held between his teeth and his tongue.

"now guys"

He said trying to keep Betrayus from coming out, at the same time Cylindra and Spiral were carrying a high resistance flask, when Pac vomited up Betrayus Cylindra's eyes with all his speed, he easily grabbed the floating eyes of Betrayus and put them in the flask, making it impossible for him to escape there.

"This bottle will be impossible to escape betrayus, now if we win"

later after that game won, finally after a long time they managed to do what they think impossible to take as a prisoner lord betrayus rather only his eyes, which were in a jar and right now they were about to freeze him so that the ghostly attacks would not return.

"For bringing peace and security back to the world-pac, and finally capturing my brother's wretched man, I compensate you not only as the hero of world-pac, but also as the guardian between life and death"

the president said, giving a large medal with a gem with the appearance of the planet pac, and thus showing the greatness of pacman to the whole world, and in turn that in the main square of the city they carved a large golden statue in the image and resembling pac, the yellow sphere.

"waaaaaaw .. you are not fascinated by my boy pac saved us all! and now we are free"

Pinky said vulgarly

"yes pinky, you and your fantasies"

he said in mock blinky

"Hahaha yes that blinky joke"

she said in annoyance

"Well now that betrayus has been defeated and locked up again and for life, what are we going to do?"

I question inky

"I don't know, we helped pac and his team for a long time, maybe they will return our bodies .."

said clyde excited

"If that if we go to the round house for our bodies!"

The 4 said, going to where Pac was, in the round house they all celebrated after a long time freeing themselves from the constant ghostly attacks of Lord Betrayus, and today had arrived that day.

"dear heavens, finally that idiot crybaby had that deserved, we didn't even want him here"

said his aunt spheria clapping him

"hehe don't thank me aunt .."

pac river

"Hey auntie now that Lord Betrayus is gone, what are we going to do?"

"I guess they will graduate easily, these ghostly adventures will only be forgotten"

"What do you know about love aunt?"

I ask uncomfortable

"love, well, knowing your mother and Sir.c, let's say that sometimes you become blind, but it is not so bad, at first it is a friendship, but then it becomes more profound, because you ask"

"Cyli and spi, they're dating .."

"seriously good for the 2"

he said rejoicing

"it's okay"

I reaffirm seeing how the two of them rubbed their noses, after that Pac went for a walk among the gardens of the round house without prior notice he saw that the gang of ghosts approached Pac, Pac was not afraid of them because he already knew them.

"Hello blinky, inky, pinky and clyde, what are you doing here?"

"well we were wondering if already .."

Clyde said uncomfortable

"yes what?"

"Our bodies are returned to us, it is that we help them a lot and betrayus no longer controls us, and we no longer have any sense of continuing to do it in the underworld"

"mmmmhh .. I didn't even think about that I will talk to the president"

"oh yes thanks pac! i love you"

said pinky crazy as she tries to kiss him

"HEY! Hey! Pinky not so fast!"

said pac embarrassed

"Leave her there is not going to change our crazy opinion"

I reaffirm blinky

"good, I'll come quickly"

He said going to the office of the president, when he entered, he saw everything calm as he always saw from the window of the president the view of every day, perhaps it feels like this the president spheros every day.

* CRAAACK! *

"WHAT WAS THAT!"

Pac ran to where the noise came from, it came from the president's room when he entered there was almost nothing, he thought that maybe it was a mouse or a lost bird.

"Mr. pacman, what are you doing in my room?"

said the president in surprise behind him

"Wah! Mr. President, would I like to ask you a question?"

"Which boy?"

"well now that betrayus has been detained and forever is a good time for blinky, inky, pinky and clyde ... you know, return their bodies"

"That, I'm afraid that won't be possible boy .."

replied the president

"WHAT! BUT IF I PROMISE THAT BECAUSE NOW HE SAYS NO !?"

"It is simple pac, the gang is not registered in the warehouse, they died at different times, the warehouse was built shortly after my brother died"

"Heavens, I don't know how I'm going to tell you this"

he said discouraged

"Don't worry son, be honest, they will understand ..."

Pac knowing the disappointment his ghost friends will have, he had no choice, he should have told them, but he would not know how they would react to the news.

"Boys.."

"well pac said yes!"

asked the 4 excited

"The truth, I don't know how to explain, the president told me that their bodies ..."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !!!"

A scream was heard coming from not far away

"OH GOD! THE PRESIDENT IS IN DANGER AGAIN!"

Said he taking an ice berry and going straight to the president's room

"NO PLEASE! WHO ARE YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"

I ask scared stratos

"I've waited a long time for this moment, but I've never seen myself so cowardly in this world"

he added with an evil smile.

#pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures #pac man and the ghostly adventures #au #fanfic #my art #Spheros #president spheros

[dkronpa]

Chapter 4: The Sky is Just a Skip Away ~Investigation~

//This did take longer than expect, and I apologise. I won’t lie and say that I expect to get through the trial quickly since I do go back to college but I will do my best to try and write when I can! As always, I hope you enjoy!

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab-

 Everyone eventually had gathered at the scene of the crime, unable to describe what they were seeing. Just earlier today I was talking with Kurohiko-san and now…that’s not even getting started on Asano-san. Asano-san? Dead? Who would even think of killing Asano-san? She never stopped thinking about what she could do for everyone, and Kurohiko-san was always available for emotional support whenever somebody needed it. Why…? Why them?

 “This is not good. Not in the slightest.” Kurosaki-san tipped his hat down. “Investigating two murders in one with the same amount of time for one murder? I don’t like these odds.”

 “I have to agree.” Sly-san crossed his arms. “Right off the bat, I have my own issues with this as well, but I can talk about that stuff at the trial. Speaking of which, he should be arriving now.”

 “Ah! You’d be right.” Monokuma popped up, pausing for a few moments. “…ah, no yells in terror. I’m gonna miss that guy, y’know? What a character. Oh well! Just how the killing game goes, right?” Monokuma chuckled, clearly not too beat up over the situation.

 “Hold on now, I have some questions to ask of you. After all, this is a completely different kind of investigation for us.” Kurosaki-san said.

 “Ah, yeah! This is the first time we’ve had to investigate two corpses! What’s the protocol for that?” Graves-san asked.

 “Protocol? I guess you mean who you guys are voting for in the trial. Y’see, in the class trial, I believe in ‘first come, first served’! Meaning the first corpse will be the one you’re voting on!” Monokuma said. The first corpse, huh? Then I guess first order of business will be discerning which corpse is that ‘first’.

 “I see…the first corpse.” Sly-san murmured it to himself.

 “But wow! Two key players in a row? Your investigation will be rough…but I’m here to make it a little lighter with our recurring sponsor! The Monokuma File! Don’t worry, both of your victims are there! So, happy investigating!” Monokuma disappeared. I looked around at everyone left. There’s eight of us. Half of our original total. A lot less people left to help with the investigation.

 “Right! We should decide who’ll stay behind to look after the crime scene!” Graves-san said, “I’m up for doing it this time around!”

 “No…I don’t want anyone else looking after this place.” Amaterasu-san growled.

 “Huh? Are you saying you wanna do it by yourself? It’s always been at least 2 people keeping watch over the scene.” Okanaya-kun said. Amaterasu-san had a pained look on her face. The most emotion she had shown since we got here. It’s easy to forget, but she really cared about Kurohiko-san and Asano-san.

 “Is it alright to let Amaterasu-san look after the scene by herself this time?” Kirishima-san asked. “I-it’s just…it must be a tough situation for her…and we’ll all be coming in and out of here anyway! There’s no reason to worry, right? S-so…”

 “Rina-chan…” Amaterasu-san looked up, “thanks. I appreciate that. If you wanna leave anyone with me, I’ll accept Rina-chan.”

 “A-ah, is that so?” Kirishima-san smiled shyly as she filtered her hair between her fingers, “I don’t mind doing it. As long as I can help out somehow.”

 “C…can I stay as well?”

 “Yokozawa-kun?” Kirishima-san tilted her head. Yokozawa-san looked really pale, almost like he was gonna throw up.

 “I, uh…I just…this is a lot, so…I’m not sure I’m up for moving about much. S-sorry, I don’t think I could be much use outside of just watching over this place…” He apologised, holding his stomach almost in pain.

 Kirishima-san walked over to him and placed her hands on his cheeks, making him look into her eyes, “Please don’t apologise! This one will be hard for everyone, and we’ll all react differently! If you need anything, let me know! Even if it’s just a glass of water! I’ll run straight to the cafeteria and get some!”

 “K-Kirishima-san…”

 “I’m glad you’ve become so dependable, Mademoiselle Kirishima.” Kurosaki-san smiled a little.

 “Ah, is that so? That makes me happy to hear.” Kirishima-san giggled. “Okay. We need to do our best again to find the truth…so…let’s do it!”

 Everyone seemed really encouraged by Kirishima-san’s words. Which is good in a situation like this, the higher our morale is, the better. We have more work on our hands, another truth we need to find. I won’t let this go unsolved.

 ­Investigation Start!

 I opened up the Monokuma File to see what kind of information Monokuma provided this time. The first page was of Kurohiko-san, a pink splotch over his chest, around here his heart is. The next page was Asano-san, the pink splotch was located on her forehead. I scrolled to the next page.

 The victims are Doi Kurohiko and Mami Asano. Both bodies were found in the Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab. Both victims died within 5 minutes of each other from gunshot wounds after the night-time announcement.

 “Huh? Night-time?” I said out loud. “How late is it?”

 “What are you saying? The night-time announcement played a long time ago. Don’t you remember?” Kirishima-san asked.

 “A-ah…really?” I must’ve been so absorbed in what Amaterasu-san and I were doing that I didn’t even register it playing, “sorry, I’ve been distracted all day…guess I just didn’t remember.”

 “I don’t blame you. Everybody’s been really preoccupied today.” Kirishima-san let out a sigh.

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Monokuma File 4

Doi Kurohiko - Shot through the heart

Mami Asano - Shot through the head

Deaths occurred within minutes after night-time.

-

 Amaterasu-san was looking solemnly at Asano-san and Kurohiko-san, barely moving. She could be mistaken for a statue. “Why did this happen to them? It doesn’t make any sense…nobody hated them.”

“Amaterasu-san…” I looked for something to say to comfort her, but nothing came to me.

 “I’ll suck it up for now. I suppose you’re wondering about my alibi, right?”

 “Huh? You’re alibi?”

 “Well, we were separated for about an hour. You never realised how long you were gone?” Man, how out of it was I? “I suppose it makes sense after what we saw…I can tell you, but the problem is that if someone questions me, I can’t confirm anything without endangering the archive.”

 “So, you were just continuing your research during that time…you never left?” I asked.

 “Nope. I know it’s not really an alibi but it’s the truth. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.” Amaterasu-san turned her attention back to the scene. I think I do believe Amaterasu-san. It’s true, there’s no evidence yet for me to believe her, but…I want to at least believe Amaterasu-san wouldn’t do this.

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Amaterasu-san’s Account

Amaterasu was in the archive during the murder, researching as much as she could even after Ryuu left for a walk.

-

 “It’s just awful, don’t you think?” Kirishima-san asked, a crestfallen look upon her face. “Asano-san was so kind, and Kurohiko-kun was just so wonderful to everyone…I hate this so much. We have to figure out what happened for their sakes.”

 “Of course. By the way, Kirishima-san. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where were you today during the murder? I haven’t seen you all day.”

 “Ah! Right! I’ve been in my Talent Lab the whole day. The stress of the situation was getting to me, so I thought I could work through the worry. I stayed in my lab until the night-time announcement played. Then I headed to my room and was about to sleep, that’s when the body discovery announcement played.”

 “You left the building after the night-time announcement? Did anybody see you so we can confirm that?”

 Kirishima-san thought for a moment. She opened her mouth a little but seemed hesitant. “It’s just…the only person I remember seeing was…A-Asano-san…”

 “Huh? You saw Asano-san right after the night-time announcement?!”

 “W-we were just passing by each other! We just exchanged ‘hellos’ and went on our ways…thinking about it now, she must have been coming here and then…” Then she died…which means Kirishima-san is the last person to have seen Asano-san alive. It doesn’t look good for her, but there’s no way Kirishima-san’s the killer…

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Kirishima-san’s Account

She was in her Talent Lab until the night-time announcement before heading back to the dorms. As she was leaving, she ran into Asano as she was leaving, making her the last to see Asano alive.

-

 “Yokozawa-san?” I walked over to Yokozawa-san who was stuck, paled in the corner. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with watching over the scene? You don’t seem totally with it today.”

 “I’m sorry, it’s just…th-this is a lot to take in. Y’know, it’s just gotten progressive worse? Watanabe-san was our leader. Irunami-kun happened right in front of all of us, Shinko-kun died in such an awful way…a-and now two victims. If it gets worse, I dunno how I’ll be able to handle it.” He explained.

 “I understand. Your lab is just on the other side of the floor, right? Were you in there the whole time?”

 “Yeah. It’s like I told you yesterday, I was trying to figure out the wi-fi password. Still no luck, mind you. I haven’t left the lab until the body discovery announcement.” He said.

 “I see…wait, then you didn’t even hear the gunshots? Even though you were on the same floor.”

 “Gunshots…? Ah, right. That’s how they died…no, I didn’t hear anything. Which…I suppose is odd…it’s like…even if I was deep in work, I should’ve heard it, right?” Yokozawa-san started murmuring to himself.

 “Yokozawa-san?”

 “Sorry, my mind’s running…if I think of anything, I’ll let everyone know. For now, though…s-sorry, I’m totally at a loss.”

 “It’s fine. Don’t worry too much about it, we’ll need your help at the trial so try to focus on calming down. Deep breaths, alright?”

 “Y-yeah.” Yokozawa-san’s clearly in shock, even if he’s suspicious, this sort of shock can’t be faked. I’m not sure what to think…

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Yokozawa-san’s Account

He was working on trying to figure out the password for the Wi-fi the past day and hadn’t left his lab until the body discovery announcement. He never heard any of the gunshots.

-

 I finally turned my attention to the scene of the crime. Sly-san was investigating Asano-san’s body currently. I walked over to him, watching him dig into the various pockets in Asano-san dress. He sat back onto his knees and sighed.

 “Looking at her like this, she really did look like a doll. It’s sad. Lives like hers don’t deserve to be taken but fate is never fair, is it?”

 “No, it’s not.” I agreed. “Have you found anything of note?”

 “A few things, actually. I’ve still gotta check on Kurohiko’s body but as far as Asano goes, I’ll start with her body itself. Other than the obvious cause of death, she doesn’t have any external injuries. No sign of anything being ingested so I doubt she was poisoned or something. You can call someone else if you wanna double-confirm that. The bullet wound itself didn’t go all the way through her skull.”

 “So…what does that mean?”

 “Either there was a lot of distance between her and the shooter, or something was between them which would have slowed the bullet.” Sly-san clarified.

 “I see…”

 -

Truth Bullet Updated: Monokuma File 4

Mami Asano – Shot through the head, the bullet didn’t go all the way. No sign of her ingesting something beforehand or any other external injuries.

-

 “Asano-san had a gun…?” I nodded to the weapon clutched in her hand.

 “Yeah. It’s a revolver, and it’s missing one of its bullets. I’ll have a look into the bullets themselves later. Also, while I was searching her pockets I found this-“ He pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me “-some kind of note.” I unfold it and read out loud.

 “Meet me in my lab half an hour after night-time. It's very important we meet tonight so please don't be late." I said. That’s just a little before they were both killed… “Who do you think wrote this? Kurohiko-san? Since it does mention meeting in the sender’s lab…”

 “That seems like the most likely possibility, but it’s not signed so who knows?” If it was Kurohiko-san, why did he call Asano-san up here…? And right before the murder…?

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Note on Asano’s Body

"Meet me in my lab half an hour after night-time. It's very important we meet tonight so please don't be late."

Truth Bullet Added: Asano’s Gun

A revolver that's missing 1 bullet from its chamber.

-

 Sly-san cocked an eyebrow, “Nagata? You seem rather spaced out. It’s unlike you.”

 “H-huh? Do I? Sorry, I guess this is just a little jarring, is all. Don’t you think it’s odd there are two bodies in the first place?”

 “Of course, I do. If you kill two people, it only leaves more evidence behind. If anything, it’s a disadvantage to the culprit…though, I suppose…” Sly-san’s voice trailed off, “I suppose that’s a thought for the class trial. For now, I’ll keep going with my investigation.”

 “Yeah, thank you.” I nodded. I wonder what Sly-san’s thinking? He’s smart when it comes to the trials so hopefully, he’ll have some insight to what could have happened. Though, if there’s anybody’s theories I want to hear…it’s them. ”Do you know where Kurosaki-san went?”

 “Kurosaki? It looked like he was heading for the staircase. Maybe he’s thought of somewhere else linked to the crime?” He paused for a moment. “Hold on! Why are you asking me where that guy is?!”

 “I mean…you two are close aren’t-“

 “Do you wanna die?” He growled.

 “Wh- s-sorry! I just thought after that last trial!”

 “…that was a one-off, get it? That guy is trouble even I don’t want to get involved with more than necessary. If you’re smart, you’ll keep your distance. A good kid like you shouldn’t get close to dangerous people.”

 Sly-san…aren’t you a dangerous person?

 Shaking off that thought, I murmured an agreement and walked over to the divider in the centre of the room. There were two holes in the divider, not to mention that when we walked into the room the curtain on Asano-san’s side was drawn to hide her. I wonder why the room was set up like that? Also these holes…they must be bullet holes, right? I can’t imagine anything else causing them.

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Room Divider

Two bullet holes were found in the divider.

Truth Bullet Added: Room Setup

There was a divider set up in the middle of the room and a large curtain that could be drawn over to block out one half of the room

-

 Alright, I think until Sly-san has investigated Kurohiko-san’s body, that’s all to look at right now. It’ll be more efficient to hear the info from Sly-san later and look elsewhere. There are a few places I want to check out and a few people I still need to check in on. Now, where to check first…?

 -Chapter 4 Deadly Life, 4th Floor-

 When I reached the top floor, it was as I expected. That person was standing in front of their lab. “Yo yo, Ryuu!” Graves-san greeted.

 “Graves-san, what are you doing up here?” I asked.

 “Ah, well I thought maybe the weapons used in the murder might have come from my lab, you know? I thought it would be best to check it out just in case. I totally forgot about the lock system though.” She scratched the back of her head and stuck her tongue out. Right, I remember when I first investigated here, Graves-san mentioned that her lab had a passcode on the door.

 “So, there’s no sign of anything being taken?”

 “Nope! Everything is as expected, you wanna come in and check?” She offered.

 “Please. Not that I doubt you, just so I can confirm to everybody else later should they ask about it.” I said. Graves-san nodded and inputted the 6-digit code and the door slid open. Just like last time, the room was totally barren.

 “Gimme a sec!” She went around the lab using the various security measures. Ocular scanners, fingerprint scanners, passcodes, everything. Eventually, almost every panel of the floor, walls, and ceiling had flipped to reveal weapons, monitors, information on the students, I even saw a grappling hook gun which I thought only existed in spy movies, it was almost overwhelming to see it in its full glory, “How cool is all this stuff, huh?!” She cheered.

 “Graves-san, everything is locked behind some kind of security measure, right?”

 “Of course! Even if you could get the passcode for the front door, my guns are all locked behind an ocular scanner so nobody but me could access that! It’s one-hundred percent secure!” She promised. I see…so only Graves-san had access to the weapons in this lab.

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Ultimate Secret Agent’s Lab

The lab is locked up with a six-digit passcode only Graves-san knows. In addition, all the weapons are locked behind an ocular scanner.

-

 Graves-san put her hands on her hips and smirked, “if you’re satisfied, then is that all?”

 “One more thing. Did you see anything out of the ordinary or anything worth noting? Anything, no matter how little it might seem.” I asked. Graves-san fiddled with the her cap for a moment.

 “Oh! Junpei! I saw Junpei after night-time! When I was waiting by the fountain after the night-time announcement, I could see into Junpei’s lab window! His computer is right by the window, and I saw him around the time of the murder as well!” Graves-san said.

 “You saw Yokozawa-san? And you’re sure it was around the time of the murder?”

 “Definitely. I was at the fountain at around 10:40pm.” Graves-san confirmed.

 “Got it. I’ll keep it in mind.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Graves-san’s Account

Graves remembers seeing Yokozawa at the window of his research lab from the fountain at around 10:40pm.

-

 “Okay. I think that’s everything here, thanks for your help, Graves-san.”

 “No problemo, homeslice! Always happy to help.” When she said that, I almost paused. It wasn’t so long ago that she was saying she didn’t trust any of us. Just how inconsistent was Graves-san? I just don’t understand her at all…

 -Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Talent Building Exterior-

 When I left the building, I found Kurosaki-san and Okanaya-kun talking just off the path. Okanaya-kun spots me first, grimaces and then looks away. Kurosaki-san turns back to look at me and smiles. “Nagata-kyun! Have you come to finally confess your love?”

 “No, what are you two doing out here?” I asked.

 “Herr Okanaya and I wished to investigate the outside of the building just in case of any possible evidence the culprit might have disposed of.”

 “And?”

 “Unfortunately, nothing on the outside. Disappointing, really. However! I was snooping around the talents labs and did discover something interesting. I looked in Amaterasu-chan’s lab and found an opened box of firecrackers!”

 “Firecrackers?”

 “There were a few boxes, so they presumably came with the lab. Judging from the state of the box, only two were taken, but I still found it interesting.” Kurosaki-san said.

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Firecrackers

The Ultimate Thief lab came equipped with firecrackers. One of the boxes was opened and missing two firecrackers.

-

 “What a fuckin’ waste of time.” Okanaya-kun grumbled, he barged past me and went back inside the talent building. So, he’s still mad about then…dammit. I wanna make things right so badly, but if I tell him…

 “Trouble in paradise?” Kurosaki-san asked with a genuine concern.

 “We just had a fight. You don’t need to worry; I’ll talk to him about it.” I said, forcing a smile. Kurosaki-san let out a low hum and nodded once. Slowly. “A-anyway, what about you? I was actually hoping to get your thoughts on the case so far.”

 “My thoughts? Apologies, I don’t have any kind of thoughts to share at the moment.”

 “Huh, really? That’s…surprising. It always felt like you kind of knew what was happening. You really don’t have any ideas?”

 “Ahahaha, sorry to disappoint. In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting anybody to really try and kill. That’s why we organised the battle royal.”

 “Was that the thing I walked into before we heard those shots?”

 “Indeed. I, Mademoiselle Graves, Herr Okanaya, and Herr Knives all agreed to do something about this motive before it got too far. Since there was a two-victim limit, having four people meant we guaranteed a surviving witness no matter the outcome. We all knew time was of the essence, so we all agreed to meet at 11pm.”

 “11pm? That’s pretty late.”

 “It was, wasn’t it? Not that it mattered. We all ended up turning up early and simply waited for it to roll around to 11pm.” Kurosaki-san explained. “I was the last one to arrive. I got there around 10:50pm.”

 “I see…so you all have alibis for the murder then.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: 4-Way Battle Royal

Kurosaki, Okanaya, Sly, and Graves all decided to fight each other to the death in order to prevent everyone from dying due to the motive. They agreed to meet at 11 though they all arrived early.

-

 “Thank you for talking with me, Kurosaki-san. I think it helped.”

 “I’m glad. I’ll need to work a little harder than usual in order to uncover this truth. So, I’ll be counting on you to help me out.”

 “You give me too much credit. I’m more or less just following your lead. Besides, everyone is pretty useful in their own ways. We’ll get through this class trial as a team, I’m sure.”

 Kurosaki-san just stared at me before smiling. “Oh, to have your attitude.”

 -Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab (2)-

 When I returned to the scene, Sly-san was hanging back at the wall. He must already be finished, but what caught my eye more was the slightly less pale Yokozawa-san talking to Kirishima-san. “Hey you two, what’s happening?”

 “Ah, we made an amazing discovery!” Kirishima-san exclaimed, “you know how Yokozawa-kun was talking about not being able to hear the gunshots earlier? Well, we tried this experiment! I went out into the hallways and yelled super loud. At the top of my lungs! But nobody in the room could hear a thing!”

 “Huh, is that true?”

 “Yeah. Kirishima-san got really curious when I told what I told you, and it sounds like the walls to this room at the very least are soundproof.” Soundproof walls…

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Sound Experiment

Kirishima-san yelled as loud as she could from the hallways but the people inside the Ultimate Romance Expert’s Lab couldn’t hear her at all.

-

 Thanking the two for the information, I walked over to Sly-san who stood up straight when I approached. “I finished my autopsy.” He stated.

 “…and?”

 “It’s odd, actually. The gun that Kurohiko is holding isn’t a real gun. It’s a BB gun, so it only shoots harmless pellets.”

 “What? So, Asano-san had a real revolver, but Kurohiko-san only has a BB gun?”

 “Not only that,” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me, “I found this on Kurohiko’s person. Another note.” I unfolded the note and read it out loud.

 “I'm scared he's going to kill her, we need to put a stop to this before another trial can occur." I murmured the words once or twice more. “This is odd…it almost sounds like Asano-san and Kurohiko-san were planning to kill someone…”

 “I wonder who all those pronouns are referring to though. ‘He’, ‘Her’, ‘Us’. It’s full of questions.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Kurohiko’s Gun

The gun Kurohiko was found with was a BB gun that was modelled to look like a handgun.

Truth Bullet Added: Note on Kurohiko’s Body

"I'm scared he's going to kill her, we need to put a stop to this before another trial can occur."

-

 “I feel this got a lot more complicated,” I let out a sigh, “Also, I forgot to ask before but when we initially ran here, you went to check on your lab. Did you find anything?”

 “Actually, that ties into what we were just talking about. I looked around and found that three of my guns were missing. Two revolvers and one BB gun. Last time I checked that lab was just before the motive reveal so between then and now, those all were taken.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Ultimate Assassin’s Lab

Two revolvers and a BB gun went missing from the weapons wall sometime after the motive reveal.

-

 “Phew…that’s a lot of info.”

 “I’m still not done. A few things I noticed during my actual autopsy.”

 “Th-there’s still more?!”

 “When I investigated Kurohiko’s wound, I found that he was shot with a pistol. Not a revolver. Asano-san was shot with a revolver though. Not to mention when I checked out that divider, neither of the holes were high enough to have shot Kurohiko in the heart. Not to mention the holes were different sizes, if they’re indeed bullet holes then they’re two different calibres.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Sly-san’s Account

The bullet in Kurohiko's body came from a pistol whilst the one in Asano's came from a revolver

Truth Bullet Updated: Room Divider

Two bullet holes were found in the divider. According to Sly, neither bullet hole was the right height to have hit Doi in the heart and they were different calibres.

-

 “R-right…”

 “And finally-“

 “More, still?!”

 “It isn’t my fault you didn’t look hard enough this time around. Don’t get pissed off at me or I won’t share my info with you.” Sly-san said.

 “S-sorry…you were saying?”

 “I noticed it when looking at Asano-san’s body, but it seems there was some orange powder on her. In fact, when I looked around closely enough there were tiny specs of orange powder all around the room. You won’t notice it if you don’t look for it though. I’m lucky Asano’s dress is white, so it stood out and I knew to keep an eye out.”

 “Orange…powder? Weird, but okay then.”

 -

Truth Bullet Added: Orange Powder

Traces of an odd orange powder were found all around the crime scene, including on Asano’s body.

-

 ~Ding dong, Bing bong~

 “Is it time yet…? I feel like it’s time. Alright, time for you all to haul ass to the usual place! Don’t be late, got it?!” The monitor turned off.

 “Let’s go.” Was all Sly-san said before leaving the room.

 -Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Trial Grounds-

 When everybody gathered outside the elevator Kirishima-san kept looking around the room. “This…is this really everybody?”

 “Look at us. This is half of what we started off as originally.” Okanaya-kun noted.

 “If anything, I’m just glad to have made it to the top eight!” Graves-san giggled, “Seriously though, how much longer are we gonna have to continue this sort of formula? It gets kinda boring after a while.”

 “Must be nice to be able to get bored with this sort of stuff.” Sly-san said.

 “You’re saying you’re enjoying this? Wouldn’t it be better to find it boring than find it fun?” Graves-san questioned.

 “I’m not going to answer your dumb questions.”

 “Awww.” She pouted as the elevator doors opened, “ah, let’s do it.” She pumped herself before walking on.

 Okanaya-kun barely regarded me before walking onto the elevator, Kirishima-san looked between us with worry, “U-umm…” She fiddled with her hair before simply opting to walk onto the elevator.

 “So cold~” Kurosaki-san remarked as he followed suit, as well as Sly-san.

 Amaterasu-san had this determined look in her eyes, “I’m gonna put in a lot more effort this time around. I wanna get this bastard.” With that, she, Yokozawa-san and I all stepped into the elevator and it began to descend. I couldn’t help but take notice how, even though I had much more room in the elevator, it hadn’t become less suffocating to stand in. A tense place right before we all put our lives on the line.

 The elevator came to halt and revealed the new design to our trial ground. The walls were patterned with hot pink love hearts and white dollhouses alternating on the black wallpaper. We all moved to our podiums without Monokuma even commenting this time. God, have we seriously become to numb to this process that we don’t even need to have anything said to us?

 There were three new portraits. Three. Asano-san and Kurohiko-san were stand X’s, but Ishikawa-san’s portrait rather than any clever X, were numerous hands reaching out from the bottom of the picture frame. Without really looking at those we had lost, we prepared ourselves.

 Doi Kurohiko, The Ultimate Romance Expert. He was goofy and often came across as unreliable, but even so, he was one of the easiest to approach, almost like a big brother. He understood everybody’s emotions better than anybody else. He might have understood someone more than they understood themselves.

 Mami Asano, the Ultimate Living Doll. It almost seems cruel to have that be her title. When I first met Asano-san she had to be told to do anything including sleeping or eating, but she was learning and improving on herself to make her own decisions. She was just at the start of her journey of discovering herself…

Rina Kirishima

Yuuki Kurosaki

Doi Kurohiko

Saori Kibe

Amaterasu Hokama

But both of their lives were cut short.

Sly

Karma Graves

Junpei Yokozawa

Maemi Watanabe

Kobo Okanaya

Tomoe Hachi

Somebody here cut their lives short. And I can’t forgive that.

Mami Asano

Toson Shinko

Sadao Irunami

Tsukiko Ishikawa

Ryuu Nagata

I will find the culprit, no matter what. I’ll bring them to justice, because why should we have to become sacrifices for them? This class trial…begins!

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