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His Hidden Desire [4]

Romance, adventure, drama, angst

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: Wow, hello! I'm back! Just an update: I am now living in Japan! So ive been off for a while trying to get packed, get situated in this new country. I am 2 weeks into my new job but it looks like i can work on my writing on my down times. to make up for how long ive been away, i am back with a fairly long chapter. id love to know your thoughts and if you would like to be added on the tag list! <3

Summary: Being engaged to a Prince that doesn’t want you was such a classic move, but it was your duty to do so. But that didn’t mean you could be your own personality. You wanted something outside of the palace walls, something that would excite your world, something more. The only solution to that was to… travel with pirates?!

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“What’s the mission?” you ask, looking away and folding your arms across your chest.

You would soon find out from the fact Captain Bakugou dragged you out to where all the other crew members were, waiting for the meeting to begin. You tried avoiding any form of eye contact, suddenly embarrassed by what happened earlier. Not like you cared what they thought about you, but you’d rather not hear about what they had to say. The Captain clears his throat as he stations himself in front of the crowd, getting everyone’s attention on him.

“Alright, men. New job, pretty simple: returning stolen jewelry.” That’s it? That’s the mission the Captain begged on his knees for? It seemed like a simple enough task that you didn’t need to be involved in at all. But Bakugou continued. He lifted up the scroll, given to him by the hawk, showing a mugshot of the man in question.

“Suspect: Sebastian Grey. Pretty famous here, a member of the Phantom Knights. Mid 40’s, 5’9”, brown hair that’s starting to gray on the sides,” Bakugou read off the scroll, having no care in the world.

“Fat,” someone chimed in, causing a bit of laughter to erupt from the crowd of men. Disregarding the immature behavior, Bakugou continued on with the suspect's profile.

“Notorious for stealing and blowing the money on many, many… women,” Bakugou finished, glancing up in your direction. You gulped. Great, so this old man is crazy about women. “That’s where you come in.”

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, chills ran up your spine just imagining what you had to do, letting your imagination run wild. And not in a good way.

“Your job is to get close to him and find out where the watch is. Find out, report back to us and we’ll do the rest.” Bakugou explained. It sounded simple enough, but was life ever that simple? Especially on this ship with this crew? You took another look at the hideous man before making your decision. And your decision was…

“No.” you said.

“What?” Bakugou asked, baffled, not thinking you were going to decline. “I thought you were already on board?”

“I only came to see what the mission was. I didn’t give you a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. And after finding out what you were going to put me through, my answer is ‘no’.” you explain.

“I have no one else to do this,” Bakugou almost sounded desperate. True, there was no other lady on this ship but that doesn’t mean you have to automatically help them.

“Get one of your men to disguise themselves,” you suggested.

“We already tried that,” Kirishima spoke up. “That actually gets us in more trouble.” Everyone snickers and looks at Denki who covers his face in embarrassment.

“I don’t need to be reminded,” he mumbles, face as red as the sun. No way, you thought. Now that they pointed it out, Denki in a blonde wig isn’t a bad sight.

“You’re one of my men now, you have no choice but to do this,” Bakugou spoke up, deciding for you. You scoffed at him, actually putting your foot down and standing up to him.

"Again with these commands! I am NOT one of your men who you can just boss around!” you had to remind him, raising your voice above his. Bakugou opened his mouth to say something snarky, but didn’t want to go down this road again. As much as he didn’t want to, he didn’t talk back. He sighs, putting his hands on his hips, not knowing what to do.

“What do you want me to do now?” he asks while ruffling his hair in annoyance. “I already begged on my knees for you.”

“Do it again,” you tell him. “In front of everyone. Do it.” With no hesitation, one knee falls to the floor, followed by the other one.

“I need your help. Just this once, will you help me?” Bakugou humiliates himself in front of his men for your sake. This man continues to surprise you and you hate to admit it, but it’s a little admirable. You pretend to think, looking up with your lips pursed.

“On one condition,” you say. “You will treat me with respect. That is all I ask for.” The crew glances from you, to their Captain, then back to you. The Captain was real quiet, not being able to say anything. And you thought he was going to decline your offer. Tough luck. Then they will have to find someone else. You were about to head back to your cabin and then you heard his soft words.

“I’ll do my best,” he murmurs. Bakugou wasn’t feeling too good, but you showed a triumphant smile, one that was almost too prideful. That answer satisfied you enough that you agreed to do this silly mission. How bad could it be?

After long, long weeks of being in the ocean, you finally spotted land from where you were on the ship. You couldn’t get more excited! How you missed being on the sturdy ground and being surrounded by people other than these pirates. Although, it wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. You thought pirates were dirty and smelly, living and eating like pigs. If you were caught anywhere near a pirate, you’d end up smelling exactly like them for the rest of your life… or so you’ve read. But surprisingly, the boys kept their spaces neat. It was messy from time to time, but overall, they presented themselves pretty neatly for being pirates. Even if life on the ship wasn’t as bad as they said in the books, you still couldn’t wait to feel the ground underneath your feet. You needed a change of environment and a possible escape route. Your end goal never escaped your mind. You just needed a perfect time to do it.

The giant ship reached the end of the port, letting down its heavy anchor into the ocean tides. They finally let down the heavy, wooden board, allowing everyone to get off the ship. Step by step, you made your way out into freedom, stretching your arms wide and feeling the open air. Giddiness riled inside you, as well as everyone else as they were all discussing what they were going to buy or do with the allowance they were given by the Captain.

“Don’t get distracted. Remember to meet up at the tavern so we can get this over with,” Captain Bakugou reminded his crew but they looked too busy already running down the streets with each other. You, on the other hand, were looking around, fascinated to be out of the country for the first time. This looked nothing like your country. The colors were more vibrant, there was more use of patterns and textures. The feel of the place was completely different and you couldn’t believe you actually liked it. Before you could get too absorbed into your surroundings, someone took your arm, taking you by surprise. You jumped, looking behind you, only to see the Captain tying a rope over your wrist.

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, trying to get your wrist out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you firmly.

“Making sure you don’t try to run away,” he nonchalantly says. Then he shows you his wrist that showed the other end of the rope tied on his wrist.

“This is so ridiculous,” you pointed out.

“A precaution,” he described. You just rolled your eyes at him. Well, so much for your escape plan. But regardless, you didn’t want to spend all your free time with this guy. He probably wasn’t even going to do anything fun. It was probably going to be boring until the mission started.

“I thought you were going to start showing me some respect,” you muttered under your breath, but enough for Bakugou to hear.

“After the mission is successful, then I’ll follow through,” he said.

“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” you argued.

“Never said it didn’t,” he argued back. Shit, he got you there. So, you had no choice but to stay with him the entire time. Great.

“What are we going to do now, oh scary Captain! Sit back and do nothing while everyone else is having fun?” You couldn’t be more sarcastic. Bakugou wasn’t quick to answer you. He started to walk. You were reluctant to, but because of the damn rope that was tied to both of you, you let him take you who knows where.

“We’re going shopping,” he announced. Now that perked your ears.

“Shopping?”

Bakugou was lazily slouching down on one of the couches that was provided for him while he waits for you to try on this dress. But it was taking you an abnormally long time and his patience was running low.

“Are you done yet,” he finally asks, after waiting for an eternity.

“These corsets are not easy to put on, you know!” you bite back, moving the curtain aside, revealing a brand new dress. And not the prettiest dress you might add. The dress reached past yours knees, frills everywhere, your curves were nowhere to be found. The color was horrendous, not suiting your skin tone at all. You don’t even know where he found this dress to begin with. And Bakugou seemed to agree with you. A scowl appeared on his face, like he couldn’t look at you a second more.

“Hideous,” he commented.

“Wow, thanks,” you said, sarcastically. From the couch, he threw you another dress. You barely caught it due to his lack of throwing skills.

“Try it,” he simply demanded. Yeah, like you couldn’t guess what he wanted you to do. You shot him a dirty look before going right back into the changing room. It was better than the first one, no doubt. The dress was shorter in the front, above the knees this time and had a longer back. You wore a white blouse underneath that had puffy sleeves. The corset wasn’t too tight but at least showed your figure this time. Although, it was very modest in the bust area, covering everything. It was nice? Nicer than the one you owned currently. But for Bakugou, he didn’t seem satisfied.

“Not enough,” he said, throwing you another dress. Annoyed, but didn’t say anything, you went right back in. You put the dress up to your body and tilted your head in surprise. Wow, this was…

You pulled back the curtain for the last time, looking away from the staring man with a shy stance, slowly trying to cover yourself. The dress was much shorter than the other dresses you’ve worn, probably in your entire life. It stopped right below your butt. If you bent down, you were sure everyone could see what they aren’t supposed to see. The corset was properly tight, accentuating your curves in all the right places. The sleeves were full length and puffy which was nice because of the coverage. But the bust area… it was tight and low, the mounds of your breasts were practically spilling out. You felt so exposed that you didn’t know what to cover up first. And it didn’t help that the pirate in front of you was full on stare mode.

“Well… aren’t you going to say anything?” your face was beet red, quickly wanted his opinion so that you could go ahead and take this off. Hopefully he would say no and just give you another dress to wear, but on the contrary.

“Yeah, I’d fuck you,” he nodded in approval and got up. You couldn’t even get a word in when he put a handful of coins on the counter and took your hand, leading you out the door.

“Shouldn’t I change first?” you asked, pulling your arm back so he stopped in his tracks.

“You’re wearing it out. Let’s go,” he says, and leads you back out into the streets, not forgetting about the rope. You really thought he forgot about it but nope. He was already tying your hands together.

“Is this really necessary?” you complained.

“Yes.” Was his only response. You could mumble and grumble all you wanted, but Captain was being so stubborn!

“But it’s too tight,” you complained under your breath. Bakugou paused, and glanced at the redness of your wrists. They were red and swollen from the rope rubbing against you. Bakugou sighed and retied the rope, making it much looser but enough where you couldn’t slip your hand through.

“Better?” he asks, while tying his own wrist.

“Yeah,” you whispered back. That was only nice of him to do that. You didn’t think he could take into account your feelings ever. He didn’t care about you. Especially not since of all the backtalking you’ve done to him in the past couple days. So why would he do such a kind gesture to you?

“Ready to go?” Bakugou asked. You were so in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized he was already done tying his wrist together.

“For what?” you asked.

“It’s time,” he hinted and immediate nerves hit your stomach.

“Shit, already?” you were distressed. Bakugou looked a little worried but there was no time for pep talk. If you guys don’t move fast, they could miss their opportunity window.

After a short walk, both you and Bakugou entered the busy tavern. The place was crowded with people, you two almost couldn’t fit in. You two had to stick really close together, basically body on body. Which was probably better because it was easier to fit in and easier for Bakugou to go over last minute reminders for you. Bakugou placed a hand behind you and brought you closer to him.

“What are you-” you were about to push him away but you felt the pressure from your wrists being released. Bakugou was taking the rope off.

“Easy,” Bakugou spoke in your ear. He could speak as loud as he wanted because the surrounding space was already drowning you guys out. “Target, far left corner.” Your eyes scanned the sea of people and surely enough, in the far left corner of the room, sitting at the bar was the man in the photographs. He was already drunk, having several beer glasses already empty next to him. “Remember what to do?” he asks you.

“Flirt my way to get him to tell me where the watch is,” you repeated what they wanted you to do.

“Good girl,” he praised you, which lowkey made you feel good about yourself. Maybe this task wouldn’t be as hard as you were making it out to be. “The boys are everywhere. If anything happens, one of us will come get you.” He reassured you. It was true. Anywhere you looked, you found someone from the crew there. They were all dispersed in different parts of the tavern. Some were in the back, simply watching. Some went to the bar to get a drink in disguise. Some were sitting at a table on standby. Since they were everywhere, you felt reassured that one of the boys would come rescue you if you needed it.

“What does the watch look like?” you asked.

“Big, golden watch with diamonds encrusted all around the band,” Bakugou described.

“Pretty fancy,” you muttered. Even for someone of royalty status. Then this watch must be worth lots of money. No wonder they took this job. Well, it was now or never. You took a deep breath and made your way over to the man. Bakugou watched from afar, giving a look to a couple of the guys, purposely telling them with his eyes to stay close to you. As you walk closer to your target, you notice some of the guys, Kirishima and Denki in particular. You tried to give them a nervous smile, but all you noticed from them were their dropped jaws, hanging off their face. You rolled your eyes. Men.

You sat next to the man in question. So far, he hadn’t noticed you in the slightest. And honestly you were okay with that for now. He reeked of alcohol. He’s belligerent, laughing and talking obnoxiously loud. You raised your hand, getting one of the bartender's attention.

“One beer, please,” you ordered. You had to blend in some way, not just sit at the bar doing nothing. A jug of beer was placed in front of you and boy, was it a hefty jug. Upon receiving your large order, then did you finally get some of the man’s attention.

“Sure you can hold your liquor, little one?” he turns to you, giving you some attention. You smirked. You grabbed the jug with both hands, downing the beer in one go, proving him wrong. With a loud thud to the table, you slammed the empty glass down with a satisfying burp to come with it. Now the man’s attention was fully on you. And interestingly enough, so was the Captain from across the room.

“Name’s Sebastian. Sebastian Grey.” He introduced himself, offering his hand.

“(y/n),” you introduced yourself, taking his hand out of kindness. You were about to take your hand back, but he gripped it a little tighter, bringing your hand to his lips, and placing the wettest, nastiest kiss on the back of your hand. It took everything in you to not have a physical reaction of shivers. You took your hand back, giving Sebastian a fake smile before placing your hand behind you and aggressively wiped anything and everything off your hand. No matter how disgusted you were at the situation, the show must go on.

“What’s a handsome man like you doing here all alone!” you got closer to him, placing a flirty hand on his arm. “Allow me to join you for the night.” You insisted, sending him a playful wink and squishing your chest together, making your tits pop even more out of the shirt. You saw Sebastian glance down and lick his lips.

“Only if you allow me to indulge in this majesty of a sight,” he practically drooled over you. You wanted to scoff at how blunt he was. No manners of a gentleman at all. It truly disgusted you. And it was written all over your face. If you could, you’d turn around and walk right out of this place. But when you looked up, looking disgusted, you met eyes with the Captain and he was telling you to continue no matter what it took with his eyes. And so, you must continue.

“AHAHAHAHA! You are SO funny!” you faked an obnoxious laugh, slapping his arm. That seemed to really do it.

“Around round for me and the lady!” he announced to the bartender, waving his hand in the air. And with that, another glass of beer was thrown at you to chug down. The entire night, you boosted his ego. Telling him how he’s so funny and handsome, anything to make him laugh and feel good about himself. You watched as spit flew everywhere every time he talked. Every time he laughed, he’d bend back, exposing his stomach that overfilled under that small thing he called a shirt. You wondered how you were even able to stand such a man for so long. He was obnoxious, sexist, conceited, self-centered. Everything a woman wouldn’t want. Was this really the world you were living in? And he drank like that of a pirate. You would know. You were around them 24/7 lately. And he didn’t look a tad bit drunk. He kept drinking and drinking, but the alcohol wasn’t hitting him. It was like he was drinking water. You couldn’t drink anymore. You had to get information out of him fast.

“Tell me, what’s a handsome and hunky man like yourself doing with no ring around his finger?” you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself.

“Who needs a woman when you can have all the riches in the world!” he boasted.

“What could be more rich than the richness of love?” you batted your eyelashes. Gross! Were these words really coming out of your mouth? Where did you even come up with the words to even say this? You really should take up acting because right now, you were a totally different person that you didn't even know was hiding in you.

“I’ll show you,” he gets closer to you in a deep whisper, not preparing you for how dreadful and horrid his breath was. You had to suck in the air around you and hold your breath until he was out of your scent range. This was proven to be difficult because he was not separating from you any time soon. You watched as he took out something from his pocket, both hands covering the item, careful for no one to see. He brought it in front of him, both of your bodies shielding the item from all who was around you. Slowly, he opened the palm of his hands, unveiling a watch. A golden watch with a band that was encrusted with diamonds. Your jaw dropped open. That was…

“A watch that can fulfill the wish of any man or woman. A watch that can make you rich beyond your wildest imagination!” he fantasized.

You couldn’t say anything. You continued to stare at the treasure in front of you. No shot he actually had it with him this entire time. And he was taking it out like no one else had their eyes out for this?! This man was a stupid man. Hopefully stupid enough that you could possibly grab it from him without him knowing. It wasn’t the plan and this wasn’t what you were supposed to be doing, but if it could get you the respect you’ve been looking for from the Captain and everyone else, you were going to risk it.

You glanced up from Sebastian’s eyes to the watch, then back at him, slowly reaching for the watch while he was distracted in his silly stories. But everything backfired when you felt a large, sweaty hand creep up your thigh. Chills ran up the back of your spine, so much so that you had a physical reaction. Nothing you were doing tonight was part of the plan, but you were going to make sure that you weren’t going to have sex with this man. So, you tried backing away, moving your legs in the opposite direction, but he was surprisingly strong, overpowering you instantly. His grip tightened on your leg so the point where you couldn’t move.

“But now that I have the treasure, I wouldn’t mind now finding a lucky lady to join me on my riches,” he breathed down your neck, making you feel filthy and disgusting.

God, you wanted to escape. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t move. Was it because of his unruly grip or were you frozen in fear? Your eyes widened in fear and anxiety was bubbling up inside of you. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe and your mind wasn’t working anymore. Were you in trouble? What were you supposed to do again? What was your next move? None of the boys knew how distressed you were. Afterall, all the action was happening under the table, where they couldn’t see.

That’s when your eyes flickered across the room, desperately searching for familiar eyes if you could even concentrate properly. It was then, did you see a pair of electric, golden eyes. Your face was scrunched into distress and fear, a face he had never seen you make before. It didn't take him longer than a millisecond to react. He snapped up from his chair, tapping his mate next to him. They didn't have to exchange words for both of them to know what to do next. A cue was motioned the second they stood up and soon, everyone else’s attention turned to you. They got the hint. You needed help.

Denki shot a look at Bakugou. The Captain, who was slouching against the wall with his head tilted down, shot up with a mean frown. It didn’t take an idiot to understand that a rescue mission was on hand. Even the real idiot of the group could get that. The crew was making their way to you, but right when they had you in their grasp, other men in the tavern simultaneously got up and blocked every single one man of the crew.

At first, they thought it was some kind of coincidence. But when one of the pirates moved to get out of their way, the man blocking him moved with him. Shit. These weren’t just some random drunks. They were men of Sebastian. They were here all along, waiting for them. And they fell right in their trap.

“Best not get in the way,” Bakugou muttered to the oversized fellow standing in his way of you.

“You should do the same,” the oversized fellow talked back. Bakugou didn’t like the man’s attitude, only furthering the Captain’s irritation.

“If you don’t want to make a scene, I suggest you sit back down and mind ya business,” Bakugou warned.

“I don't back down from a challenge,” the man sized him up. Bakugou smirked with a glistening eye.

“Is that so?” With a ‘shwing’ of his metal, Bakugou unshielded his sword, the tip right in between the eyes of his enemy. “Challenge accepted.”

Desperate times call for desperate measures and that’s how desperate Bakugou was to get to you. Unsheathing his sword should have been the last resort, because look at the results of what happened. Those who were not from either party were now screaming and running away. The place was becoming chaotic, full of fear and danger. But now, they can get to the fun stuff.

On cue, his other men followed their Captain, taking out whatever weapon they concealed within their clothes and clashed with their enemies. The sound of metal hitting each other filled the air, screams of agony rang in your ears, and yet, you were still frozen where you were. Everyone right now was doing their job, you can’t just do nothing.

“Let go of me!” you decided to scream, reaching for Sebastian’s hand that was going higher and higher, but his grip was too tight for you to do any real damage.

“Come on, come upstairs with me,” he insisted, now leaning forward, looking as if to kiss you. But you kept bending back and back and back, closing your eyes, ready for the inevitable. Until you felt a significant amount of pressure finally being released off you. You peeked through the thick of your eyelashes to find a bush of blonde hair blocking your view.

“What the! Who the fuck are you!” your target is furious, demanding answers on why some random person was cockblocking him. When you were busy trying to get away from the creepy man, Bakugou was already fighting someone else. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to be able to get to you in time with this guy in the way. This guy was strong. No matter how much Bakugou was forcing him back, the guy was giving back with equal amounts of force. That’s it. He’ll just have to kill this man to make him get out of the way. Bakugou swung his sword up with all intention to unalive this man, when one of the other pirates slipped his way in front of Bakugou, clashing swords with their enemy. Reminding himself that he’ll thank him later, Bakugou quickly passes all the fighting, barely dodging the dangerous flying of metal to get to you.

So when he’s coming to you and sees Sebastian’s dirty hands all over you and your face is twisted in disgust, he doesn’t hesitate to grab the man’s arm and twist it backwards, causing Sebastian to cry in pain. The man was too busy trying to comfort his injured arm to see Bakugou grab your hand in the midst of his distraction. To where? Bakugou didn’t know either. He just took your hand and ran until he finally found a door. Perfect escape route. Or so he thought.

When both of you ran through the door, it was not the outside breeze you were met with. Instead, you found yourselves in a small, concealed space with a dirty toilet and sink.

“Shit,” Bakugou cursed under this breath. He quickly shut the door behind you and blocked it with whatever he could find. Running right behind you was Sebastian and he was right on your tail. Bakugou had to think fast. He quickly scanned the room, looking down and then up. Luck was on your side. There was a window leading straight out onto the streets. Bakugou climbed on top of the toilet and ran his shoulder into the window.

“Shit, it’s stuck,” he grunted, still using all his force to break up the window over and over again. All you could do was watch anxiously on the side. The anxiety didn’t stop because all of a sudden, you heard banging on the other side of the bathroom door which made you scream in fright.

“Open up you coward!” Sebastian yelled. Even though there was something to block the door, with enough strength, he was able to get it slightly open with every shove.

“He’s coming in!” you cried, urging Bakugou to rush. And he was trying his best. Grunting with powerful shoves. At last, Bakugou managed to open the stubborn window and he made his way through the window and jumped down onto the busy night streets.

“Come on!” he called out to you. For a second, you hesitated. The thought of getting on that disgusting toilet was preventing you from escaping. But Sebastian pushed one last time, managing to open the bathroom door even more, allowing himself to slightly get in. That was enough to scare the shit out of you and you quickly rushed to get on the toilet and out the window. When you finally saw the outside streets, you were about to jump just like how the Captain did it. But Bakugou reached out his hand, waiting for you to take it. With no time to waste, you took it and with his other hand, grabbed your waist to hold you steady and prevent you from falling flat on your face. You stumbled at little, but Bakugou got you, pulling you into him when you fully got on the concrete floor. Being so close to his chest made you feel a little flustered but now was not the time to get caught in some childish feelings.

Still holding your hand, you ran away together. You didn’t know where and you didn’t care, as long as you got far away from Sebastian and his men as possible. Bakugou trusted in his men that they would take care of the mess they made.

So, you ran and ran, until you were both out of breath. When you were at a safe enough distance, Bakugou pulled you into a dark and empty alleyway in case someone was still chasing you, you’d be able to hide. You allowed your back to rest against the cold, brick wall, your chest heaving up and down with deep and slow breaths. It almost hurt to even breathe with how much running you were doing. You had closed your eyes to concentrate on catching your breath but Bakugou had other plans. You shot your eyes open as he grabbed the side of your face and brought you closer to him. You opened your mouth, intending on asking what the fuck he was doing but he beat you to it.

“You okay?” he asks, like he was concerned. He talked as if he wasn’t running for his life just seconds ago. He wasn’t out of breath, he didn’t even look tired. For a second, you didn’t know how to respond to this version of the Captain. You were used to him being a stubborn, didn’t-care-about-anyone type of guy. And now, he looked so concerned and so worried. And to you out of all people?

“Ah… Mm, I’m fine,” you responded, now looking down at the ground because his stare was too intense. Bakugou sighed with relief but was quickly replaced with frustration. He backed off you to roughly ruffle his hair.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“It’s part of the job, right?” you tried to play it off like it was nothing, but it surely was not nothing. With all the adrenaline running through your veins, you hadn’t realized you were shaking. You had never gone through an experience quite like that before. And for someone to just touch you the way he touched you… you glanced down at your thigh, the exact position where his hands were, and you got chills. He wasn’t touching you anymore but you could still feel the weight on his palm slowly creeping up on you. No matter how many times you tried to wipe it away, that feeling never left you. There was a constant feeling of dirtiness that you couldn’t get rid of.

“No, no. Fuck! It wasn’t supposed to go that far. Shit, sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.” he kept apologizing over and over again. Like his guilty conscience was taking over.

“It was my fault it went that far,” you admitted.

“It doesn’t matter. We were supposed to be there to get you out. We were supposed to protect you. Fuck… I-I was supposed to…” he trailed off, blaming himself for what happened. “It was your first mission. I should have paid more attention. I’m sorry…”

Ideally, it wasn’t the best first mission. And it definitely didn’t go as how you planned it in your head. But you were about to respond to the very distressed Bakugou, but then both of you heard screaming in the distance. You looked up and saw the rest of the pirate crew running your way… and more people behind them?

“Run! Get to the ship!” Kirishima yelled, waving his hands at you to get a move on. Bakugou cursed under his breath once again. You thought he was going to run without you, but he stuck his hand out.

“Come on,” he said more gently. You nodded in affirmation, taking his hand and he led you back in the direction of the ship.

You and the crew laid on the floor of the deck, exhausted for the night. It was a close call when everyone got on board. You barely managed to escape with Sebastian and his men right on your tails. You all watched as his men yelled at you guys from the dock, able to do nothing but scream and shout and express their anger while you managed to escape on water. They would have laughed and bragged in their faces, but the deep disappointment that everyone felt weighed heavy. They had failed their mission. They weren’t able to retrieve the watch that they so desperately needed. Bakugou stood in front of everyone with hands on his hips. No, he was not happy with the outcome but what could be done?

“I know what you’re all thinking,” he starts out.

“We failed,” someone chirped up.

“Big time,” someone else chimed in. You looked around at all their discouraged faces. Their heads down in shame, some had their eyes covered. You’ve never seen them so down before. What was once a cheerful and energetic crew was now quiet and saddened.

“We can still get it back,” Bakugou said. But that didn’t seem to encourage them at all. In fact, they were all negative about the fact.

“How! All his goons know who we are. There’s no way we can pull something like that off again, without getting caught.” Denki spoke up.

“What plan did you have in mind?” Kirishima asked, trying to be optimistic. But you jumped up before Bakugou could say anything.

“We don’t need another plan,” you mention and you swear, everyone was looking at you like you were crazy.

“Yes, we do. We failed this time but that doesn’t mean we are giving up on the mission,” Bakugou explained. But no one was prepared for what you were about to do. You reached in your pocket and everyone’s eyes bulged out of their heads when they saw the gold watch being pulled. Bakugou grabbed the watch from you, bewildered, while the whole crew cheers in the background.

“How did you…”

“Ah, I grabbed it while he was distracted trying to kiss me,” you explained sheepishly. It was quick and it was a risky move, but you managed to pull it off. Partially another reason why they were after you and not just because a woman he wanted to sleep with got away. Bakugou smirked and looked at you very impressed. You were able to pull of something unimaginable. And for that, not only was Bakugou impressed, but now he wanted you as one of his men. He wanted you on the ship as a regular pirate.

A/N: love to hear your thoughts after a long time being away! I know this story isnt getting lots of traction or attention but im still going to finish this story till the end! I am also working on spicy one shot soon! With kirishima and denki ooooooh

Taglist: @superblyspeedydragon @pluviophilefangirl @chixkadee @kinba-ri @ahmya-4

#katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bnha imagines #bnha bakugou katsuki

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Mugshots of women political prisoners from Brazil

Maria Amélia de Almeida Teles, Amelinha Teles. She was arrested in 1964, and then again in 1972 with her husband, César Augusto Teles. The couple's children were also taken by the DOI, and remained there for days, witnessing the condition of their parents. + ( 9/24)

Maria Aparecida dos Santos, Cidinha. She broke with the Brazilian Communist Party – PCB (the Party), to join the ALN, a dissent from Marighella. Her capture occurred when she was preparing to leave on a trip to Cuba to undergo guerrilla training, + (7/24) then 22 years old. Her imprisonment in the Tiradentes Prison Tower lasted more than three years. + (8 /24)

When she was arrested in 1969, she was a member of the VPR (Vanguarda Popular Revolucionária). She suffered the most atrocious abuse, but resisted and managed to leave Brazil and passed through several countries, until she was the first exile to return, in 1979, with the Amnesty Law. + (6/24)

Rose was tortured and imprisoned for 9 months, and was tried and acquitted in 1972. Today she presides over the Tortura Nunca Mais Group in SP. + ( 11/24)

Women participated in the resistance to the dictatorship on the most diverse fronts: in the countryside and in large urban centers, participating in logistical actions, support activities and armed struggle. Even so, they are seen as supporting forces in the resistance to the dictatorship with men considered its protagonists.

#Tortura Nunca Mais #political prisoners #partido comunista brasileiro #brazil #military junta #Vanguarda Popular Revolucionária

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 1/Episode 6 ("Rory's Birthday Parties")

This is the only proper way to watch Gilmore Girls.

A win in the "continuity" column: if you fast forward to season 5, her birth day is the same.

(a mugshot would say "Lorelai Gilmore" not "Rory", but I digress). Another interesting bit of continuity: Rory and I were both born in 1984. I was born in February, she was born in October, but she graduated high school in 2003, while I graduated in 2002. So it would seem apparent that her October birthdate had her miss the "cut off" for kindergarten (she hadn't turned 5 yet when other kids born earlier the same year were going into kindergarten, and in the US, you typically have to be 5 to start kindergarten). Idk these are just the kind of things I love to think about even if no one else does. It also leads me to a theory about Jess' birthdate but I think its too confusing to explain lol

I can't think of anything LESS Rory than a plastic light up neon bracelet. I'm actually at a loss to think of any character in the entire show who'd wear something like this. Maybe Madelyn and Louise, lol.

A list of the men (and it's only men) on Gilmore Girls who have run away to California: Jess, Dave Rygalski, Max Medina, Christopher. Was this Amy Sherman Palladino's favorite plot device for male characters? Not even New York, which is a lot closer? Like they have to run far, far, away, as far away as possible while not leaving the country? It's very mysterious. Like there's a swirling vortex out in California sucking them all in. Somewhere in the distant year 2003, Jess and Dave Rygalski find each other again in California and become best bros. In my heart I firmly believe it. "Christopher calls once a week (I doubt it) and we see him at Christmas and Easter (maybe). "

Fuck me sideways, this is so gross. Rory tells Paris they can both attend Harvard, because it's a big school and they'll never run into each other. If they do see each other, they'll duck. They then proceed to not only attend the same college and work on the school paper together, but live together the entire time. They both sound sad at the prospect of not seeing each other after high school. My favorite Married Couple!

Now Paris is asking Rory if Diet Logan is available. Not a day after Paris witnessed him sexually harassing Rory at her birthday party, her immediate thought is "I want that for myself"?" Ick, ick, ick!

Fuck me sideways, I love late 90's/ early 2000's shit! I love being a Millennial and recognizing shit I grew up with! I love that I was the same age as Rory when this show was made! This, my friends is an ancient Apple computer called an I-Book! I'm giddy! Honestly it seems a bit sad that Rory has no friends besides Lane and eventually Paris (until they try to shoe horn in those other two girls, Lucy and the other one, at Yale near the end, which felt very forced) and both of her parties are attended by nothing but grown ass adults. I mean, there's nothing wrong with having only two close friends (and it's only one friend currently, who seems to have been her only friend her entire life). Quality over quantity right? Having only one friend her own age for most of her life while the rest of her social circle consists of her mother and grown adults who constantly tell this very ordinary girl that she's so special and perfect and can do no wrong and treat her like a princess. This will definitely not have any impact on Rory Gilmore's psyche anywhere down the line. No siree, Bob...

I mean, maybe it's not entirely her fault. Rory, Dean, Lane, and Lindsay are the only teenagers (or even CHILDREN) who seem to exist in Stars Hollow and the times that we see a SH classroom, the students look 35. I remember somebody saying "I don't think Amy Sherman Palladino has actually seen a child before."

Wow, that cake...sure is something.

Michel using a phone to avoid socializing at a party years before it was fashionable. The party hat is the icing on the Rory-Face-Cake! A true icon.

Edward Herrmann barely cleared this doorway.

I stand corrected. Ladies and gentlemen, here are some random ass 35 year old teenagers and one random old man who were kind enough to come to Rory's party. Go introduce yourself Rory. They look so friendly.

Did we ever hear Miss Patty's full name again? This is interesting.

Okay Miss Lacosta, go take a cold shower or something, you need to chill. Bad enough you were hitting on Kirk.

The iceman cometh. Emily: I could see the way he (Luke) looked at you. Like you were going to give him a lapdance. You're pleased that the ice man looked at you like a porterhouse steak! Okay, ALL the old ladies need to chill for a bit.

OMG! IT'S "THE" BRACELET! The one Jess took! Dean just strung a quarter through a piece of leather and called it a "medallion." This fucking clown. "I bought the medallion and I cut some leather straps and drilled a hole in it." Yawn. Who the fuck cares. Lorelai "tore up the entire town" and yelled at Jess, and Rory "had a heart attack" looking for this fucking quarter on a string. Rory: "It's beautiful. It's amazing." Yawn. It's certainly no "I wrote in the margins for you." Every "crime" Jess Mariano has ever committed was in some way justified. Stealing change from Taylor Doose? Not guilty. "Stealing" a quarter on a string that Dean made? Not guilty.

Lorelai is thinking "Hey, that's MY boyfriend!" The Good: Lorelai and Emily going shopping together. Randy old ladies. Michel being anti social. Dean doesn't show up until the last two minutes. Dean's stupid bracelet made me laugh so it's going into both the bad and good columns. The Bad: Diet Logan sexually harrasses Rory and Paris gets jealous. Forrester and his fucking moronic stupid gifts. Rory has no friends her own age. The New: Stupid fucking quarter on a string bracelet is seen for the first time. We learn Rory's birthdate and Miss Patty's full name. Deliciously Nostalgic References & Sightings: Old school Apple I-Book computer.

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #paris geller #GIlmore Girls Season 1 #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Emily Gilmore #Richard GIlmore #Anti Dean Forrester #Dean Forrester Sucks #Tristan DuGray is a pig #Diet Logan #Dean gives stupid gifts #Rorys Birthday Parties

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Day 236: Thursday August 24, 2023 - "History Books"

History is still being written about this disastrous Presidency, that we once marched on and protested for this exact reason so many years ago. Sickening to think that this man has sucked up so much of our collective headspace and airspace for almost 10 years. And we still haven't reached bottom. The night before, I tuned into the GOP primary debate, and cringed at the theatre and the lies and the propaganda for smaller minds and populist worlds to soak up and be entertained by - I couldn't even joke with Audrie about enjoying it without feeling gross for having tuned into Fox News. The only good thing that can possibly come from this is Audrie and I being able to tell our Grandkids, that we hated everything to do with this horrible man, and this horrible chapter in our country's history. Far worse than any Gulf War or WMD. This nightmare just keeps rolling on worse and worse. And so as work ground down today, I closed myself off in the front "green" room to watch history unfold yet one more rank-smelling chapter, this time involving a Presidential Mugshot as the Grand Ole Party continues to circle the drain, in their unbelievable race to the bottom. The Trump plane landed in Atlanta, and got a full motorcade and press pool in a way that felt eerily like OJ's chase - yes, a historic moment in time, that lasted about one hour tonight, but will echo in history books around the world, one way or another on how this unfolds, sad as it is, nowhere near being done.

I've been resisting 45 since the beginning. And I don't take any joy in seeing him be arrested and have a mug shot to fundraise off of (7 million + in the first weekend, though if you want to bankroll a twice impeached, four times indicted man to help run our country further into the ground - here's your sign.). Today's history isn't good for anyone. And I feel like my history/poli sci degree is complete trash now - because its all gotta be re-written, as I sat there watching this bold history culminate in the red-tied-mancheeto tell the cameras that he's the victim and has done nothing wrong. And people believe that?! The fact that trying to scheme to overturn a legit election is somehow polarizing in America? And doesn't disqualify a man from representing the party? This is complete non-sense. Every day - the news is non-sense. Its a daily race to the bottom, distracting with pre-planned and strategized garbage. And while climate change burns our beautiful places and melts our ice caps, we're left with the dissatisfying consolation prize of seeing an obviously practiced mugshot of a man so fallen from grace to mark another terrible moment in time where we were to focused on this national narcissist to care about the things that really matter. And for that hour plus, so was I. But having paid my witness, and not needing any editorial blunder, I switched it off, screenshotted the newly released mugshot to show Audrie, and then shut it off and had dinner with my family, not mentioning his name or his sick game. After all these years and all the things he's done, he's not welcome here, and I can only hope that somewhere behind the derangement, he knows it, and this his legacy was trash long before this legal mess was tied to it. Now I can only hope that he is found guilty on all 91 felony charges and somehow sometime can go away completely broke and burdened by his own self-created big lies. The rest of us, just need to get on with it already and let this legacy on us all, rot away.

Song: Oliver Anthony - Rich Men North of Richmond

Quote: "Only during hard times do people come to understand how difficult it is to be masters of their feelings and thoughts." ~Anton Checkhov

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Hunter vs Hunter - Part 1

Summary: Y/N and CeCe, world-renowned Bounty Hunters, decide to take on one last job before retirement - capturing the FBI's Most Wanted and highly elusive Winchester Brothers.

Characters: Reader, OFC CeCe, Dean, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Language

WC: 1381

A/N: I know, I know. Yet another series. No bingos, just an idea I couldn't let go of. But it's just so fun I had to share. Feedback is appreciated. : )

“Sam and Dean Winchester,” Y/N said to her companion, CeCe, as they sat at the small table in their motel room. She dropped an open file on the table for CeCe to review, showing mugshots of the mentioned men, along with several police reports. “Wanted in multiple states for an array of weird and awful things,” Y/N explained, “There’s been an open bounty on them for years.”

CeCe looked up at her with a questioning look, not entirely convinced.

“Look,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “We get these guys,” she tapped her finger harshly on the file, “Then it’s nothing but sandy beaches and fruity umbrella drinks for the rest of our lives.” She smirked, her gaze drifting off as she sighed happily, thinking over their shared retirement dream.

The women were some of the best bounty hunters money could buy, known far and wide in their small community as the best of the best, a force to be reckoned with. For over a decade, they had tracked down some of the worst and most sought-after criminals and lunatics, working in tandem to bring them to justice and collect their payday. Their work had them practically living on the road, just the two of them and their old truck, crossing the country from job to job.

CeCe sat back in her chair, propping her feet on the table, narrowed eyes pointed at Y/N.

“There’s a reason they haven’t been caught in years,” CeCe rolled her eyes. “Not to mention,” she grabbed the file, sitting back in the chair, “They’ve been assumed dead at least three times, and have graced the FBI’s most wanted for a decade,” she scoffed, tossing the file back on the table. “Retirement means nothing if we don’t live to see it.”

“How big is the payout on this anyway?” CeCe mumbled, flicking through the papers before her eyes suddenly went wide.

“FBI is offering a million each, alive. Dead…well, that’s another story. Dead doesn’t cut it here, I’m guessing ‘cause the other times they weren’t.”

“Makes sense…” CeCe scratched the back of her head as she grabbed a beer, “Fuck, it’s tempting. You think we can do it?”

“I think it’s possible. But we’ve gotta bring our A-game here. From what I’ve learned about them, they travel around in this old, black Impala, which should be pretty easy to spot. And the pretty one has a soft spot for ladies. So I’m thinking we should track ‘em down, go for the ol’ “hookup” angle to get ‘em alone and off guard?” Y/N shrugged. It wasn’t the first time they had to use their assets to nab a perpetrator.

CeCe looked over the photos, “When you say ‘the pretty one’…” she laughed, “Exactly which one do you mean? ‘Cause damn. Why are the cute ones always criminal psychopaths?”

“They are pretty stunning,” she agreed with a sigh, “So, let’s see if we can get a twenty on their last location and go from there, alright?”

“Sure thing,” CeCe pulled out her laptop and got to work.

“All we got on the car is the year, make, model, and photos,” Y/N explained. “I mean, it’s a ‘67. Can’t be many of those running around, right?”

“It’s still a needle in a haystack,” CeCe shrugged.

Y/N nodded absentmindedly, leaning against the frame of the window and looking out over the small town street as she sipped on her drink. Her attention shifted at the sound of a rumbling engine, before her eyes went wide, seeing a sleek black car - the car - pulling into the motel lot.

“No fucking way,” she breathed out in awe, watching as the driver exited the vehicle and she nearly choked, stepping back and quickly pulling the curtains closed. “CeCe…” she hissed.

“What?” CeCe briefly looked up as she took a swig of her beer. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Y/N smirked before nodding toward the window.

“Wow! Now that’s a coinci-” she froze as the passenger door opened and one of the Winchester brothers stepped out. “Noooo,” she chuckled, grinning broadly as if she’d just won the lottery. “Oh my God, we’re gonna be millionaires!”

The pair watched on in silence, as the brothers checked into a room several doors down. They reemerged several minutes later, the pair chatting as they walked, headed for the small bar across the street.

“Hey, check it out,” Y/N smirked, moving from the window to her bags. “Feel like gettin’ dressed up and goin’ for a drink?” she winked at CeCe.

“Oh!” CeCe held her chest in excitement. “Go out on a classic huh? Which story? The two coworkers away at a work convention? Two old college buddies traveling the states? Oh! Lesbian lovers feeling experimental? A personal fave, can I just say.”

“According to the file, these guys are delusional and think that they’re do-gooders,” Y/N scoffed. “So…bleeding heart angle. Broken-hearted friends trying to rediscover life after asshole exes. Should grab their attention nicely.”

“Yes,” CeCe hissed with excitement. “Oh! You can do the waterworks and everything with that one. I’m gonna go Oscar-worthy.” Hopefully, if all went well, tonight would be their last job.

“One million dollars…” CeCe sang to herself, a practical skip in her step as the two of them approached the bar. She checked her reflection in the window, tossing her hair and straightening the straps on her dress. “Do I look hot?” she asked Y/N casually.

“You’ll turn a few heads,” Y/N nodded her approval. “Alright, so, I guess we just play the shy angle? Let them come to us?” she said, ushering them out the room and towards the bar.

“They’ll come to us with you looking like that,” CeCe smirked, eyes scanning the bar as they entered the bar. “I know you’re making my head turn.”

“Ten o’clock, in the corner by the pool table,” CeCe pointed out as they stood at the bar, waiting to be served.

Y/N glanced toward the indicated area, seeing the tall, long-haired one - Sam - standing with a queue stick in his hands, watching as the other - Dean - took a shot and stood up with a smirk, grabbing his beer from the side and sipping at the bottle. His eyes met hers briefly before Y/N bashfully dropped her gaze back to the bar.

“This is gonna be interesting,” Y/N breathed out, grabbing the first shot and cheering with CeCe before they both tossed it back.

“I say we go for the booth, about two or three tables across from them,” CeCe suggested, retrieving her over-the-top, brightly colored cocktail complete with umbrella. “This is gonna be fun.”

Y/N took her matching cocktail and the girls walked to the booth they had selected. She was sure to add a little extra sway to her hips, her skinny jeans hugging her abundant curves nicely. They slid into their seats, giving them a view of the entire bar. Her eyes wandered over everything, appearing shy and overwhelmed, but taking in the patrons, the exit and entry points, and security measures in the building. Her eyes landed back at the pool table, locking with Dean’s once more and he smirked. Y/N looked down at the table quickly before flashing a look at CeCe.

“Oh, we got contact already?” CeCe smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Which one of them is eyeing you up?”

“The pretty one,” Y/N groaned slightly, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. “The older brother, Dean,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her drink, so as not to be seen.

“Oh good,” CeCe sipped on her straw, glancing at Sam, her eyes flitting up and down to take him in. She’s not one known for subtlety, him catching her ogling pretty quickly. She smiled softly, before turning back to her drink with a wicked grin. “You have pretty, and I have the hot one.”

“He’s big,” Y/N acknowledged. “You sure you can take him down? We don’t need a repeat of Flagstaff.”

“Always giving me crap for that!” CeCe pouted. “I can handle him, don’t you worry.”

Y/N laughed before trailing her eyes back to the table, her laughing dying out as she no longer saw the brothers standing there. “Shit, lost visual."

Before she could start scanning the room, a deep voice boomed from beside their table.

PART 2

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@donnaintx

@writercole

@waynes-multiverse

#hunter vs hunter #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader insert #ofc cece #ofc #supernatural #spn

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Twitter Goes ‘Jerry Sprunger’ After Tory Lanez Is Found Guilty In Megan Thee Stallion Shooting

Xaviera BryantDecember 24, 2022

Twitter is running amok in Momma Dee‘s palace after Tory Lanez was found guilty of all charges on Friday in the Megan Thee Stallion shooting.

The jury of seven women and five men deliberated since Thursday before convicting the 30-year-old Canadian rapper, whose legal name is Daystar Peterson, of assault with a semiautomatic firearm, having a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle, and discharging a firearm with gross negligence.

Jurors also agreed that there were aggravating factors in the attack, meaning Lanez could face up to 22 years in prison and deportation when he is sentenced.

The “Say It” rapper was very confident going into the trial and even took to Twitter to remind people that no weapon formed against him shall prosper.

See the original tweet below.

I’m going to leave this here one more time …and watch how it ages … NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL PROSPER … AND EVERY TONGUE THAT RISES AGAINST ME IN JUDGEMENT SHALL BE CONDEMNED u sit and watch now …. And don’t ever question the GOD I serve again. This is my last tweet.

It appears Tory Lanez may have been the weapon formed against himself.

His father, Sonstar Peterson, was livid about the verdict and he let everyone know as he left the courthouse.

In an exclusive clip, Tory Lanez’s father had an emotional reaction to his son’s conviction leaving the courtroom. pic.twitter.com/nfWpq8PYd6— TheShadeRoom (@TheShadeRoom) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez father Sonstar Peterson says “Roc Nation will crumble” pic.twitter.com/QC7XeSQOBf— Blanco Tarantino TV, LLC (@BlancoTarantino) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez has been trending for days leading up to the verdict and now that he has been convicted, Twitter, which has been a battleground between his fans and fans of Megan Thee Stallion, is now filled with reactions (and jokes) to the outcome of this polarizing case.

Read a few of the reactions below.

Megan Thee Stallion deserves more than the “justice” served in Tory Lanez’s case. She deserves a culture and media landscape that doesn’t demonize Black women’s lives, safety, and voices. We all need to understand that psychosocial wounds are just as harmful as physical wounds.— Raquel Willis (she/her) (@RaquelWillis_) December 24, 2022

“What are y’all going to do when Tory Lanez is found innocent” pic.twitter.com/GVqnk0dBYG— 🕺🏾🪩 (@shOoObz) December 24, 2022

tory lanez taking his mugshot pic.twitter.com/ltA5dbqySj— toss a coin to your witcher (@itsayosigns) December 23, 2022

tory lanez falling from the top bunk in his cell pic.twitter.com/MqgWHoCEgr— dij (@DijahSB) December 24, 2022

When you won the prison talent show last year, but then you hear Tory Lanez is coming pic.twitter.com/hiw0tfFAwR— IG: @Ludachris_ (@LudaChris_) December 23, 2022

Too many ppl ridiculed Megan. They attempted to justify their bullying with “the truth will come out in court!”. Well the truth is out. Based on testimony and evidence, Tory Lanez has been found guilty. Will ppl be as loud with their apologies as they were with their belittling?

— TONI TONE (@t0nit0ne) December 23, 2022

In a country where Medgar Evers, Emmitt Till, Breonna Taylor, & Tamir Rice exist, Tory Lanez dad said this verdict was the worst miscarriage of Justice in the history of the whole world.

Gotta love the audacity I guess.

— Johnta Austin (@johntalsr) December 24, 2022

“Why y’all celebrating a Black man going to jail?” Let’s talk about it.. #torylaneztrial #ToryLanez pic.twitter.com/C5WhJ4f7Kz

— Conscious Lee (@TheConsciousLee) December 24, 2022

Megan Thee Stallion and her lawyer

celebrating the Tory Lanez guilty

verdict.

pic.twitter.com/3tblKgKaSd

— Freddie B 🌸 (@freddie_soul) December 24, 2022

Anyways — I hope Tory Lanez goes to jail and Meg goes on vacation, deletes Twitter off her phone and never sees the disgusting shit y’all are tweeting about her

— Meech (@MediumSizeMeech) December 23, 2022

The only helpful thing to come out of Tory Lanez trial is that it revealed all the misogynist men and the dimwitted women who uplift them—so we know exactly who to stay very far away from.

— Olayemi Olurin (@msolurin) December 23, 2022

Tory Lanez in jail where he fucking belongs, I am so happy for Meg. She is owed every apology. pic.twitter.com/LHiHgDKZMl

— 🌸 (@krisienner) December 24, 2022

Tory Lanez when he finna get deported pic.twitter.com/nSWNKxh2F2

— Kevín (@KevOnStage) December 24, 2022

Akademiks when Tory Lanez's verdict dropped and he couldn't immediately slander Meg pic.twitter.com/l3oIcGLFpF

— Britni Danielle (@BritniDWrites) December 24, 2022

The prosecutor would have ROCKED. HIS. SHIT. In the last 2 years alone, Tory Lanez

– assaulted August Alsina on VIDEO

– assaulted a L&HH star

– was accused of harming both that child he was parading around and its mother.

He also has previous gun convictions https://t.co/JvpDUv87uo

— Gabrielle Perry, MPH (@GeauxGabrielle) December 24, 2022

If Megan was a dirty bitch like me, I’d sample Tory Lanez daddy screaming to the media on my next song.

— my name is… (@clapmytweets) December 23, 2022

Tory Lanez found GUILTY on all charges in the shooting of Megan Thee Stallion. pic.twitter.com/IAgIRmei8S

— NUFF (@nuffsaidny) December 23, 2022

Now that Tory Lanez has been found guilty on all charges, the people who went from not trusting the justice system to relying on it for “more facts” are back to blaming the justice system for a “wrongful conviction.” The moral gymnastics people go through to discredit Black women

— Ivie Ani (@ivieani) December 24, 2022

Can Kelsey get prosecuted for perjury? Because she also needs to be held accountable for being that wicked. Knowing the truth all along & still lying on the stand.

— Jordan Sumbu (@JordanSumbu) December 23, 2022

i want at that bitch kelsey next! pic.twitter.com/t5VAn96fYz

— KC⭐️ (@keescrawford) December 24, 2022

THREE people identified tory as the shooter. THREE. he sent texts apologizing profusely the next day. kelsey text at the scene of the crime “TORY SHOT MEG”. he tried to spread the lie she wasn’t even shot. he LIED. even a god damn monkey with glaucoma could see he’s guilty

— 5hahem aka Dr. Durag (@shaTIRED) December 23, 2022

Don’t forget that Megan Thee Stallion was shot, went through unimaginable pain and fear that night, may have have bullet fragments in her feet for the rest of her life and STILL people chose to harass and villainize her. PROTECT victims. BELIEVE victims.

— Kat Tenbarge (@kattenbarge) December 23, 2022

Daystar’s daddy name being Sonstar just ruined my day.

— 7-4 (@35mmPapi) December 24, 2022

Half the people who work for Roc Nation can’t even get into the Roc Nation brunch but sure they have control over LA superior court. pic.twitter.com/teNcrd1eJ9

— Nina Parker (@theninaparker) December 24, 2022

Dear Tory Lanez father…

What Roc Nation & Jay-Z got to do with your son shooting a woman?

— Legacy Building… (@DCisChillin) December 23, 2022

Jay Z, Beyoncé, Blue Ivy and the Twins at dinner hearing Tory Dad say “Roc Nation will crumble” pic.twitter.com/MpbyhJS52G

— 💎 | Fan Account (@BadBitchCarta) December 24, 2022

So many people owe @theestallion a complete apology. Just so much reckless misinformation and ✌🏾reporting✌🏾. So many of y’all stood with an abuser only to prove once again that Black women never are granted the grace, and protection that we deserve.

— Jemele Hill (@jemelehill) December 23, 2022

I just want us to remember as a community that Megan Thee Stallion had every intention of protecting Tory. She was gonna keep it all quiet until HE decided to plant stories with urban blogs trying to paint her as a liar before she even said anything about that night.

He did this

No one to blame but himself

The clown always comes back to bite

He destroyed himself

Ego and pride killed his career and freedom

It’s embarrassing how abusers will take advantage of your trust, your kindness, your love.

That why it’s hard to trust people after you are betrayed

If it was me I’d never want to protect anyone again

The physical wounds may heal but the emotional and psychological damage can not be easily fixed

That’s how good people turn into villains

Tory Lanez has been taken into custody where he will remain until his sentencing hearing on January 27, 2023.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments below or join the convo on our socials. (Facebook, Instagram)

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The Police, the Jake and the Country

THE POLICE

A convict escaped from the prison in the morning. The media got hold of it and this became a national embarrassment. Especially since the government were keen to be hard on criminals; this man had sneaked out of among the most notorious penitentiaries. And so they put up mugshots of him around the papers and screens and told the public not to go near this dangerous man, who would most likely be ready to attack you, hurt your family, etc etc. The police increased patrols around the city and they huddled together and breathed in the image of the face. Each copper wanted to be the individual who would capture this escapee. This all happened in the early summer, when temperatures were beginning to mingle with the smog; and this all happened in one of the most famous cities on the planet. The city was on cue.

THE JAKE

His name was William. He wasn’t in prison for any violent crime. He was a criminal for sure but not an overtly bad person. There are worse people who work in schools, who drive buses, who operate in the Houses of Parliament; worse people who play for sports teams, who are models or singers, shopkeepers or deliverymen. William wasn’t such a bad man. He had issues. And they’d gotten him into prison and his sentence wasn’t so long.

When he saw the opportunity to break out of prison he took it. And he found himself in London. A free man with several thousand people looking for him. He did not expect to be free for much longer and he didn’t think it would take long for the police to hone him down and catch him and so he went to the nearest off license store and he stole a bottle of whisky. It was quick and neat the way he did it (because he had grown up with shoplifting ever since youth and it was an artful craft if you knew the basic tricks). Will hadn’t drank in 11 months and alcohol was one of the reasons why he had gotten into prison in the first place. Alcoholism ran in his family and there was something about this awful drug that zonked out an inner sense and made him do silly things and changed the timetable of his diet, his sleeping pattern, his social life, his ability to work, pay bills and so on so forth. The irony being that nobody quite disliked William. He was a cheerful, funny chap.

And so he found a quieter street and he went into a carpark and drank away at the bottle and somewhere amidst the haze of the afternoon he fell asleep. He was awoken by a couple of men, a few hours later, who must’ve worked at the building that the carpark was behind. Will was aware of something pinging by his head and then he awoke, and looked up at them grinning at him and one of them said, “Haha, look at that Jake. Conked out and it’s only three in the afternoon.”

Jake, William thought. Several people had put negative labels on him in the past and he’d heard this one before here and there. Those men looked pretty old to be calling him names. But, then, William had just been in prison for almost a year and he had seen far worse slander inside there.

He knew he was on the West side of the city, though not so sure where exactly. William had a friend in the north who he knew would help him out. For a while he could drink the rest of his whisky and look for a different place where the police wouldn’t find him. And so he found a little park a couple of miles away from that car park. In a bin somebody had thrown away their newspaper and so he lifted it out of the bin and he sat on a bench and read the paper, and when dogwalkers weren’t looking he took another swig of his bottle. And so it seemed like he was just a man reading a paper in the park. And the park was fairly quiet. And when it got to twilight he set out up north, to go and see his friend Paul.

Paul was his oldest friend.

On the walking journey through the metropolis there were many police cars that passed William and he thought on each occasion that they would arrest him.

The lights of the city moved in their greens reds and oranges mixed with the sharp whites overhead, and as the night grew on they grew drowsier on William’s eyes. He had not eaten for such a long time. And he thought about sneaking in to another newsagent and robbing a packet of peanuts or something … but he also knew that clerks were far more vigilant at night and he was unlikely to get away with it. Plus, he still had a little bit of the whisky left to keep him going.

And eventually he got to Paul’s district in the north. Paul lived in an estate, one of those tall flats. Had lived there most of his life. William used to come over here to play football in the court beneath the estate and the court was still there now, teeming in the dark. William called on Paul’s buzzer. Paul’s confused sleepy voice answered. Paul buzzed him in. When they met at the door they hugged tight and hard.

THE COUNTRY

Paul gave William some of his spare clothes. Not much, because he didn’t have much. Some jeans and a hoody and some different shoes and a cap. And he gave him some money to take a bus out to the country. And he gave what he had extra for William to take on his way. Which wasn’t enough to last most people a month at best … but it was something. William went back into town in the very early morning and he got a bus taking him north into the countryside. He stayed on the bus a long while and got off in some obscure town surrounded by hills and fields. And then he simply walked off into those. With a bottle and some food and the little amount of cash he had. Nobody had recognised him yet after over 50 hours of being out of prison and he found this a comforting unusual fact.

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There was honey vodka, Odesan wine and pork zakusky. Kurkov passed around fascinating material taken from the files of the Bolshevik secret police. The daughter of a KGB general had discovered them in an attic after her father’s death. They were source material for Kurkov’s latest novel, and included records of interrogations – some typed, others written in curling Cyrillic letters. The papers dated from 1917 to 1921, when the Red Army had swept away a short-lived independent Ukrainian parliament based in Kyiv and had reclaimed the city for Lenin’s new Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Among the files were black-and-white photos of police suspects. They included three young men – one with crimped black hair, wearing a white blouse. Circus performers, the records said. There were portraits of a bourgeois young woman, smiling, debutante-like. And more conventional prison-style mugshots of arrestees with shaved heads. Most, I suspected, vanished into the vortex of the 1920s and 30s. Was history repeating itself a century later, with Moscow once more snuffing out Ukraine’s independence with another invasion?

Despite the premonitions, war that evening seemed unreal. Surely, Putin was bluffing. His uncompromising posture – on Nato and European security – was a gambit, was it not? The international community had listened politely to Putin’s tirades, shot through with familiar anti-western grudges and paranoia. In theory, Ukraine might join Nato. To say it couldn’t would be to violate the country’s democratic rights. But – whisper it in Brussels, where the headquarters of Nato is located – nobody expected Ukraine to join the alliance soon, if ever.

Putin, though, appeared to dwell in a strange and unreachable realm. There was an unexplained urgency to his machinations, a sense of haste. Was he ill? A neuroscientist had written to me diagnosing Parkinson’s disease, based on a review of the president’s rare public appearances, where he had difficulty moving his right arm. Cancer, perhaps? Or steroid addiction, which might explain his puffy cheeks?

Related to this was the more diffuse question of Putin’s mental wellbeing. Most Ukrainians I spoke with thought he had gone nuts. Former prime minister Yulia Tymoshenko said he behaved logically within warped parameters. She described him to me as “absolutely rational, cold, cruel, black evil”, adding: “He’s driven by a sense of historical mission.” And then there was the issue of ultimate concern, too awful to contemplate. Was Putin crazy enough to launch a nuclear bomb?

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Whatever the reason, Putin had gone beyond what you might imagine to be rational considerations of self-interest. The US, the EU and the UK had threatened the Russian government with massive retaliation should it attack Ukraine. This included a package of devastating sanctions that would destroy Russia’s economy if it was enacted. Did Putin really want to return Moscow to a pre-globalised existence without Visa card payments, Big Macs and aircraft parts – a sort of grey 21st-century USSR?

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That evening, on the brink of war, people were out and about as usual. Kyivites had come up with a term for a possible Russian invasion – “Day X” – never quite believing it would happen. I was staying in a hotel on Yaroslaviv Val. The street was close to the heart of the capital. I walked past pavement florists selling tulips from buckets, and a violinist, busking in her usual evening spot and playing Édith Piaf’s La Vie en Rose.

It was inconceivable that Russian missiles might soon be landing amid such varied humanity and beauty. Kyiv’s art nouveau mansions were painted in the faded colours of a Victorian stamp album: lilac, buff, cerise and imperial green. My street was home to the Polish embassy. Across the road was the House of Actors, originally a synagogue, built in an imposing Moorish revival style. Four doors farther along was a late 19th-century building called the Baron’s House, a neo-gothic fantasy with a turret and two demonic gargoyles above the door. They had seen and outlasted war, revolution and Nazi occupation.

The dinner done, I embraced Kurkov and his wife before leaving to walk home. Their flat, it seemed at that moment, had everything you might wish for in life: love, good conversation, books, paintings and a tub filled with spring narcissi next to a kitchen window. Why would you ever leave such a place? But like most residents in the city, they had an emergency plan should the worst happen. Out on the street, I took a call from a well-placed contact who had served in Ukraine’s foreign ministry. He knew people, information, rumour. It was approaching midnight. The sky was a dark shiny velvet.

The invasion, he said, would begin at 4am.

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