#i mean she'll probably be fuckin' pissed anyway

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Hiya, as you have requests open could you do some headcannons (sfw and NSFW perhaps?) for Charlie, Velvette & Verosika dating a male! reader who's on the insecure/shy side?

"Good Boy" ; Charlie Morningstar, Velvette, Verosika Mayday

SFW:

She's the absolute sweetest, my god. Every day, praising everything she sees about you, letting you know how much she loves you, giving you soft hugs and shoulder rubs...

Since you're on the shyer side, she'd always make sure to ask if you're comfortable coming to social events with her.

If so, she'll bring you along and not force you to interact, but introduce you as her boyfriend if you're comfortable with it. But if not? No problem! She can either go by herself or you two can have a night in.

She's also constantly encouraging you to put yourself out there, because if people don't love you for who you are the way she does, good! They didn't deserve you, anyways.

"It'll be okay, S/O! You're so amazing, they're bound to love you! And hey, what's the worst that could happen?"

She totally understands if you're not comfortable doing all that, though. She'll give you her jacket and calmly comfort you.

Plus, her cuddles are really amazing. She'll hold you on her chest and kiss your forehead and all over your face, reminding you just how much she loves you.

And she loves those smaller intimate gestures. Comparing hand sizes, neck kisses and nuzzles, and the like.

NSFW:

Soft dom. Straight up.

Lots of praise, kisses, promises and declarations of love as she guides you in and out of her cunt, usually riding you so you don't have to put too much effort into it to be pleased.

Charlie is most definitely a service top, she gets off on your pleasure.

Seriously, blowjobs, handjobs, just about anything, she gets pleasure out of it when she makes you feel good.

Definitely a praiser in bed.

"You're doing so well, S/O, good boy! I'm so proud of you..."

Honestly, the easiest way to turn her on as her partner is to call her "Charlotte". She doesn't like it when people who aren't close to her do it, but when you do it? It's like flipping a switch in her head.

Her tongue is extendable and prehensile. She can make it just about as long as she wants and curl around just about anything, including your dick. And she won't have any second thoughts, either.

Sometimes, if you piss her off beforehand, she'll be a tad more rough, and the demon form may come to play. The horns, the tail, the sharper fangs, the inverted eye colors with slit pupils, the whole shebang.

But afterwards, it's right back to soft and loving, gentle Charlie.

She's a pro at aftercare, luckily, and she makes sure your every need and want is met. :)

SFW:

She's not the nicest to just about anyone, and you're no exception. Sure, she's nicer by comparison, but she can hardly be considered polite.

Still, though, she has those rare moments where she'll actually show you that she loves and appreciates you, as selfish and rude as she is.

For example, a quick peck on the cheek after she's done something particularly obnoxious, or ranting to you before a big show she's nervous about.

"That fuckin' bitch can't even be bothered to fix that rat's nest on her head for the big event, and now I have to pull the rest of the girls together!"

Of course, she wouldn't tell you if she didn't trust you and love you. She wouldn't think it's worth it to bare the way she feels so openly.

She'd probably try to convince you to model for her to boost your confidence. If you did, she'd be considerably nicer to you than all her other models, for obvious reasons.

After all, she isn't dating any of her other models. They aren't any of her concern.

If you refuse, she'll be pouty for a bit, but eventually begrudgingly accept it, although she'll let you know that she's still not happy about it.

NSFW:

Mean dom, oh my god. Like, full on bordering on dominatrix, punishment and all.

Obviously, of course there's a safeword and consent is always implied. She's a lot of things, but she's all for consent.

That doesn't mean you don't have to be a bit of a masochist to fuck her, though. She'll make you please her first, fingering her, eating her out, or something along those lines, chasing her own pleasure before she thinks of pleasing you in return. And even then, it all depends on how she thinks you did.

"Mm~... Fuck, you love this, don't you~? Dirty little slut~."

Yeah, she has a thing for dirty talk, degradation (giving), and she probably has a mild Mommy, Mistress, or pet play kink, honestly. But the odds are she will never bottom. For you or for anyone else.

I could also weirdly see her being into choking or some other kink that gives her complete power over you.

But of course, at the end of the day, she still loves you very much, and she'll never not let you cum.

Even though she teases and edges for up to hours before she actually gives in and gives you what you so desperately need...

SFW:

Honestly, Verosika is a really sweet girlfriend, although it does take her a little while to actually start showing you that side of herself.

She's had bad relationships in the past, namely with Blitzø, so she's still recovering from that and learning not to put all her eggs in one basket. Or more accurately, not to put all her faith in a brand new relationship.

But honestly, once she's over that? You're basically fully integrated into her life. Her posse loves you, you're basically one of them.

And thanks to dating Verosika, Vortex is also usually helping to protect you. What kind of bodyguard would he be if he couldn't protect his boss' boyfriend, too? Especially when he's never seen her so happy before.

"Heya, gang. This is S/O, my boyfriend~. Isn't he hot~?"

Of course, the group immediately accepts you, absolutely adoring the fact that you make Verosika so happy and feel so loved and cherished.

NSFW:

More of a switch, to be honest? Like, even as she maintains her usual persona, she's encouraging you to thrust into her, to fuck her hard, etc.

Like, she isn't outright domming you, but she also isn't subbing, she's kind of somewhere right in the middle of that, trying to encourage you.

She's a succubus, so her method of trying to give you confidence is to make you feel sexually desired, which is why she never holds back any noises you make her make at all. She wants you to know you're the one doing that to her.

"A-Ahn~... Oh, S/O... Right there, baby boy~... Yes, fuck, ngh... So good~..."

After all, if you can successfully please not just any succubus, but the Verosika Mayday, herself? That's got to do something for your self-esteem, right?

Besides, she's a succubus. She's really good at pleasuring people, and like Charlie, her tongue is extendable and prehensile, thanks to the whole 'succubus' thing.

She's someone who doesn't mind being heard even from outside the bedroom. After all, why should she be ashamed that her boyfriend makes her feel so wonderful, and that she does the same for him in return? Nothing shameful about it.

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[stargazer-sims]

50 - Fraternal Wisdom

Despite the fact that he's spent the night on an air mattress in his brother's living room, Dylan wakes up feeling good for the first time in weeks. He can barely remember the last time he'd awakened without feeling hungry, irritable and more exhausted than when he went to sleep, but this morning he's warm and content; still comfortably sleepy, but not tired. His hand hurts, but not as much as he’d expected, and that pleases him as well. He decides he can always take some ibuprofen later if the pain flares up, but for now, everything’s fine.

He rolls over, and sees the remains of last night's revelry strewn across the carpet; beer bottles, soft drink bottles, an empty pizza box and a few wrappers from their caramel snack cakes. Derek's dog, Harley, is casually licking the inside of the large plastic takeaway container that had been full of sweet chili chicken wings last night.

Dylan grins at her. "Morning, Harley."

The pit bull looks up for a second and tilts her head to the side as if in acknowledgement, but then goes back to foraging.

A moment later, Derek appears in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. He's dressed only in bedroom slippers and a pair of old shorts, and he looks extremely hung over. He's carrying a cup of coffee in each hand.

"Morning," he says, as he shuffles over to the couch and puts both cups on the coffee table.

"Morning," Dylan greets him. "One of those better be for me."

"Nah, you can get your own," says Derek. "I need both of these. I fuckin' wrecked myself last night."

Dylan grins as he rolls off the air mattress and clambers to his feet. He comes over to join his brother on the sofa, and picks up one of the mugs. Leaning back, he raises the cup and takes a long sip of the hot, bitter liquid. "You know coffee doesn't do shit for a hangover. You need to hydrate, bro."

"Shut up," says Derek.

Dylan laughs. "Such a welcoming atmosphere around here."

"Hey, you take what you get," Derek tells him. "Anyway, why aren't you hung over?"

"Because I'm pregnant and I'm not allowed to drink."

"For a guy who's not allowed, you seemed to be doing a good job of making the booze disappear."

"I only had two beers," Dylan says. "How many did you have?"

"How many did we buy?"

"Twelve."

"Then I had seven, 'cause there's like, three left. Oh yeah, and the rum shots.”

"Right," says Dylan. "Of which I had exactly one, and you had…?”

“Literally no idea.”

“So, that's why you're hung over and I'm not."

"I hate you," says Derek. He gulps his own coffee. "So, fuckin' crazy night last night, huh? How's it feel to be a fugitive from justice?"

"Am I a fugitive from justice?"

"You tell me," Derek says. "I mean, for a change, the cops were at my door looking for someone other than me, so it kinda makes me wonder."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not in trouble," Dylan says. "Not with the law, at least. Zahir's probably gonna be pissed, though."

"Who cares about him?" says Derek. "I'd worry about Mom if I were you. I mean, she's used to the cops talking to me and I think she's pretty much given up on worrying about it by now, but you... She'll lose her shit when she finds out her perfect son is a wanted man."

"I'm not wanted. All I did was walk out of the hospital. Last I checked, that's not an actual crime."

"Whatever," says Derek. "You'd make a good fugitive, though. You went for that closet pretty fast."

"Yeah," Dylan says, and finds himself laughing. "In hindsight, I guess it was kind of funny, wasn't it?"

He and Derek had been watching a movie and devouring an excessive amount of pizza and wings when the police showed up. Fortunately, they weren't the least bit subtle, and had announced their presence by banging loudly on the door and yelling out that they were from the Willow Creek-Newcrest Police Department and were conducting a welfare check.

Both brothers had realized why they were there, of course, and their reactions had been like something straight out of a badly scripted TV show. Derek whispered to Dylan to go and hide, and Dylan slid off the couch and rapidly crawled out to the kitchen, where he hid in the storage closet. Meanwhile, he could hear Derek at the door, casually greeting the officer, and answering his question about whether or not he’d seen Dylan that day with, “Nope. Haven’t seen him since last weekend.”

There was a tense moment when the officer asked if he could come in and look around. Derek had no valid reason to refuse, and Dylan realized it’d look suspicious if he didn’t allow the officer in. Dylan had held his breath as the cop passed through the kitchen. He could hear him as he roamed around and quickly searched the other rooms, occasionally asking Derek questions. Derek was polite and friendly, but just like at the hospital earlier that day, he didn’t give away much of anything.

Eventually, the police officer left. Dylan waited until Derek told him it was safe to come out, that the cop had driven off and he couldn’t see the car any more. Dylan practically fell out of the closet and into Derek’s arms. He’d gotten a cramp in his leg while huddling in there. The brothers held onto each other and laughed like idiots. It’d been a close call.

Derek has obviously been recalling it too, because he says, “it was like something that would’ve happened when we were kids.”

“If the police had done a welfare check on someone in my neighbourhood, they wouldn’t have left without checking the closet and the basement,” Dylan remarks. “I would’ve been busted.”

“Lucky for you, you’re in my ‘hood now. Unless somebody’s dead, the cops don’t care what happens in the park. Sometimes that can work to your advantage.”

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed being here,” Dylan says.

“What? Tired of the posh life in Newcrest?”

“Honestly? Yeah, right now I am.”

“I guess it’s true, what they say. You can take the boy out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the boy.”

Dylan smiles weakly. “Maybe so,” he says. “What I’m really tired of is trying to squeeze myself into the mold of what everybody expects.”

“The respectable upper middle class mold?”

“Yeah. I mean, I love my career and I like having money and a nice house, but I miss being the guy who gets to eat the whole package of mac and cheese straight from the pot it was cooked in, while playing video games in nothing but his underwear. The guy who swears, and drinks beer on the front steps, and takes a leak with the bathroom door open. Who generally does what he wants and doesn’t give a shit what other people think.”

"Who doesn't tie himself down with a shit ton of responsibilities, like having a kid?"

"Yeah."

"So, tell me about this whole alien pregnancy thing," Derek says. "I thought it was a load of bullshit when you said you were doing it, and I've been wanting to ask all along. It's legit, right?"

"Too fucking legit," says Dylan. "So legit that it's making me want to throw myself into the canal."

"Yeah, about that—"

"Hormones," Dylan says. "Every Monday, I have to swing by the clinic for five minutes before I go to work, so a nurse can stick a needle in my thigh."

"What for?"

"I guess you didn't pay attention in biology class in high school.”

“What?”

It's because I'm a dude, and my body doesn't make pregnancy hormones by itself,” Dylan says. “I have to get them injected so I can stay pregnant."

"That's some weird shit," says Derek.

"Yeah, and it’s massively fucking up my brain."

"To the point where it's making you suicidal?"

Dylan is silent for a moment, staring into his coffee. After a while, he says, "I already told you I'm not suicidal."

"Why would you even want to let aliens get you pregnant in the first place?” Derek asks. “You know adoption is a thing, right? It seems like that’d be a hell of lot easier than whatever you’re going through now.”

“This seemed like a good idea at the time,” says Dylan.

“Famous last words.”

“Tell me about it. I wish we hadn’t done it.”

“I thought you wanted a kid.” Derek says.

“I don’t know.” Dylan sighs. “Back in the summer, I was sure I did, but now it just feels like I’m sabotaging my own life in every possible way.”

“Not good,” Derek comments.

“It’s horrible,” Dylan continues. “I can barely concentrate, so that’s making work harder. I'm tired and anxious all the time, and my emotions are all messed up, like randomly all over the place for no good reason. I’m telling you bro, It's really fucking scary to be that far out of control, and the fact that I'm always hungry and sore isn't doing a whole lot to improve the situation either."

"Why are you always sore?"

"Because Zahir keeps making me exercise. You know... walking on the treadmill and doing yoga. Shit like that. I hate yoga."

"You need to find some kind of exercise you like," says Derek.

"Such as?"

"I don't know. Something more manly than yoga. I could teach you how to lift weights."

"It's not really about the exercise," Dylan says. "The real issue is, Zahir’s being a total hard ass about it. He makes me walk on the treadmill for half an hour every evening, and I always end up puking my guts out afterwards and then going straight to bed. But, does he give me a break? No. He just keeps telling me stuff like 'you'll get used to it, sweetheart' and 'it'll get easier'. But like, it hasn't gotten easier after two months, so I doubt it's ever going to."

“That’s like, husband abuse or something,” Derek says. "What's his problem? Can't he see that he's hurting you?"

"I'm sure he can, but apparently he doesn't care. He says he's doing it for my own good, but it's not much good if I'm miserable, is it? But, I guess he's more interested in following the rules than listening to anything I have to say about it."

"What an asshole. He’s lucky he’s not here right now, ‘cause I’d rip him a new one for treating you like that.”

“That wouldn’t solve anything,” Dylan says.”

“It would for me,” says Derek. “I might enjoy knocking his ass into next week. That’d serve him right for hurting you.”

"I don’t want anybody to avenge me,” Dylan says. “I just want things to go back to the way they were.”

“Before you did the alien baby thing?”

“Yeah,” Dylan affirms. “I love Zahir and I thought he loved me, but he's not acting like it right now. We used to always get along, but all we do lately is fight, and I hate that. I'm starting to think that deciding to have a baby was the worst mistake we've ever made, because if it wasn't for that, I doubt things would be this way.”

"What are you going to do?"

Dylan sighs. "I don't know. I wish I could get rid of it, but I can't.”

“Why not?”

“Because Zahir said if I did, things would never go back to the way they were, and I know he's right. He'd never forgive me, and I'd lose him forever." Dylan puts his coffee mug down. Leaning forward, he covers his face with both hands. "I don't know what to do. I just want Zahir to listen to me, and respect and love me like he used to. I'm tired of being treated like a dumb little kid who needs constant supervision."

“Have you told him that?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t care what I think.”

"Tough one, bro." Derek idly scratches his bare belly and looks thoughtful. "Maybe you gotta do something to make him appreciate you."

"Like what?"

"Let him see what life without you is like. If he really loves you, that'd be a wake-up call for him. And if he doesn't, well..." Derek shrugs.

"Are you suggesting I should leave him?" Dylan asks, slightly incredulous at the idea.

"Not like a breakup or whatever," says Derek. "I mean, literally disappear for a while. Either make him so desperate that he'd move heaven and earth to find you, or so annoyed that he just says 'to hell with it'. You know, like a test of loyalty. If he really gives a shit, he'll want you back, and maybe he'll see that he needs to treat you better if he wants to keep you."

"That... that's horrible," Dylan says.

"Yeah, but it fuckin' works," says Derek. "You know how many women have done that to me? Three. And you know how many I was desperate enough to try and find? Zero. It's how you know if you really love somebody or not."

"I'm not going to drag my husband into some trailer park style drama."

"You're too good for the classic trailer park drama now? In case you missed it, people are all the same, no matter where you're from or where you live. Fancy rich people like your husband do shit like this too, you know. It’s just that around here, we're honest and open about the fact that we're all living in one big realtime soap opera.” Derek gulps more coffee and gives a kind of half-shrug. “Days of our fuckin’ lives."

"If I were to disappear," Dylan ventures, "where would I go?"

"You have money. You can go wherever you want," says Derek. "Personally, if it was me, I'd leave the country. Find some alien doctor who'll do an abortion or whatever, and then live it up like there's no tomorrow. I'd go someplace where there's nude beaches. Tartosa is nice this time of year, I hear."

"Know where I'd really like to go?"

"Where?"

"San Myshuno."

"Nice. I could go for a week in San My. You wanna do it?"

"I don't know—"

"Trust me, it'll be great," Derek says. "Tomorrow, we'll sneak over to your place while Zahir's at work, and you can pack up whatever you need. Then, we'll hit the road."

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #willow creek #Dylan Middleton #Derek Middleton #aucieletoile side plot #tw abuse mention #tw suicide mention #tw abortion mention #stargazersims #aucieletoile #aucieletoile1

[heavyhitterheaux]

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.” NO LIES WERE FUCKING TOLD!!

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.” YESSS JESSS PUT👏🏽 A👏🏽 WEAK👏🏽 BITCH👏🏽 IN👏🏽THEY👏🏽 FUCKIN👏🏽 PLACE👏🏽

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭

"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑

Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf

"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭

OKAY PART 2 COMING!!

Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭

Yes he has been hiding her for that long!

The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5

Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao

Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time

Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it

And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol

#awhore4moree

[uselessgaywhovian]

y'all ever think about your D&D characters and how much you want good things for them and also how much you are personally responsible for good things not happening to them

#personal #D&D #Nobody Knows I'm A Pirate™ #god i hope we find out what the hell is up with Yara soon #love not knowing what my own D&D character is up to #this is fine lmao #whatever it is it's gonna need to be a really good excuse for why she's been gone this whole time or else Bree's gonna be fuckin' pissed #i mean she'll probably be fuckin' pissed anyway #because she's not happy about yara just fuckin' bouncing and not saying goodbye #(though i did leave Bree a note) #but specifically i keep thinking about what if Yara got Iron Shepherded #and she's fuckin' kidnapped in some gross basement prison somewhere #'cause if she's in a situation like that #i think i'm gonna need to ask our DM if we can add some mechanics to Yara #because i love having role play things make game mechanics problems for characters #like early on when caleb would kill things with fire and would need to make a wisdom saving throw? #if yara's been kidnapped for a couple weeks here #i think we're going to need to do something to her

[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter one: at first sight

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

You can also find this story on wattpad.

«GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BASTARD HALF AND HALF! PISS OFF!»

Y/N turned, her right eyebrow arched while was looking at her friend. «What do you want, Bakugou?»

   «I wasn't speaking with you, but with Shoto!» he screamed again, looking almost possessed.

She grabbed her twin by the sleeve of his uniform, pulling him aside to let the blonde boy pass by and enter the class first.

   «Remind me how did you become his friend?» Shoto asked with his usually serious expression.

   «Don't ask. I don't know either.» she just answered, entering the class.

She took her seat, which was not so far from Shoto's at the bottom of the class. She was just like her twin, at least physically: hair half white and half red, an eye light blue and the other one brown, but without the big scar on her left eye. However she had a little one on her right cheekbone. It happened when she tried to help her brother the day their mother threw the boiling hot water to him. Some of that splashed, hitting her and leaving that little scar.

She was a little bit shorter than Shoto, maybe around 5'6". But their personality was different; Y/N used to show her emotions, her feelings unlike her brother. She didn't care about their father, or better, she couldn't stand him due to his behavior, nevertheless she wasn't moved by grudge and anger like Shoto. She just used not to consider Endeavor.

   «You should be more talkative and make some friends in this class...» she whispered, looking at her brother. Shoto hadn't integrate himself with the rest of the class yet. He preferred always stay aside and usually alone. The same was for Y/N at the beginning of the school, not wanting to leave her twin alone, but day by day, she'd become friend with Jirou and Mina, then with Kirishima, who introduced her to Bakugou and Kaminari, but Shoto kept going to be alone. Such a stubborn brother sometimes.

   «I don't care.» he just answered, making her snort.

Y/N didn't care about what Endeavor did to her, but she kind hated him into her heart's depths to what he did to Shoto. She hated him because her twin lost his happiness, never being able to get back what he had lost in his childhood. He was like an adult into a teenager boy.

   «Get your hero costumes. We'll meet at Ground Beta.» said professor Aizawa, catching their attention. «Today, training.»

Y/N stood up, catching the small suitcase containing her hero costume. It was different from Shoto's. Her costume wasn't planned considering just the ice quirk. She had red shorts, comfortable and fireproof, black long boots –till half thigh-, a red crop top and a black short-sleeved jacket.

   «Hey Y/N!» Mina called her with energy as always. «Wanna team up if we'll do a team training?!»

Mina has always been kind with her.

«Yeah of course! We're probably going to-» she was cut off, crashing against someone in the hallway towards the exit. Y/N rubbed her forehead for some seconds before looking up to see who's the person she crashed against. In front of her there was a boy, taller than her. His face was a bit covered by the dark purple hair, but she could notice the red on his cheeks and the way his eyes were trying to avoid hers. He was fuckin' cute, but she could bet she had never seen him before; perhaps the boy was a senior.

   «I'm so sorry, I had to pay attention-»

   «F-forget about i-it...» he quickly said, walking away at a fast pace.

She followed him with her eyes, being a little bit confused, then looking at the boy's friend, still in front of Mina and her. «D-did I say something wrong?» she asked worried.

The boy with blond hair and a tuft upwards smiled politely shaking his head. «No, you didn't. Forgive Tamaki please, he's just too shy to talk with anyone, don't even mention pretty girls...»

   «Oh...» she whisper, looking down and shifting foot to foot.

   «Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Mirio Togata, nice to meet you.» the boy said, bowing slightly.

She quickly did the same, introducing herself. «I'm Todoroki Y/N. she's my friend Mina.»

   «See you around girls, have a nice lesson!» he greeted them, following his friend, disappeared along the hallway by now.

   «Pretty~» she said nudging her a little, a naughty smile on her face.

   «Which one?» asked Y/N, walking quickly once she realized they were late because of that little 'accident'.

   «The one you crashed with!» she exclaimed enthusiastic.

   «Yeah...pretty.»

*

    «Tamaki? Hey, Earth to Tamaki!»

Mirio made a little paper ball, throwing it to his friend who was sitting in front of him. The professor wasn't arrived yet, and he absolutely wanted to ask something to Amajiki.

The poor boy jump in fright when the sheet paper hit his head, waking him up from his thoughts. Mirio noticed he was really, really absent during the last lessons' hours. As if he wasn't able to focus.

   «What's wrong, Mirio?» he asked quietly.

   «You're lost! I mean, you always seem lost, but now you really are!» he said, pointing at him, that smile never left his lips. «What's wrong? You're overthinking!»

   «I-I am not...» he whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Mirio knew him very well and he knew there was something on his mind for sure. He was too lost, it wasn't like always, when he seemed not interest in something, this time it seemed more like he was lost because he was interest in something...or someone. Mirio opened his eyes wide, thinking about it: someone.

   «Wait! You thinking about Y/N?!» he exclaimed standing up swiftly. Mirio moved from his desk, encircling Tamaki's and stopping in front of him with a huge smile on his lips.

   «Who?»

   «Y/N! the girl who got against you before!» Mirio clarified, remembering they'd introduced themselves when his friend was gone.

Tamaki seemed lighting up a bit. «Is her name Y/N?»

   «Yeah, she's Todoroki's sister. Endeavor's daughter.»

Hearing those words, Tamaki's face became darker. She was Endeavor's daughter...her father was the hero number two in the whole Japan. What kind of possibilities he had?

    «Tamaki? Ta-ma-ki!» the blonde guy waved his hands in front of his eyes, trying to waking him up from his paranoias.

   «I'm not thinking about Y/N anyway.» he tried to close the discussion quickly, but Mirio wasn't the person who gave up.

   «C'mon, just tell me! She's pretty and seems really, really kind.» he smiled. «You've never tried to have a girlfriend, giving up still before even try! C'mon man, just try to become her friend...maybe then you could have the chance to ask her a date!»

   «You're going crazy. How am I supposed to do all of this? I'm not comfortable making friends, you know I'm too introvert.»

   «And what if she'll do the first move?»

   «Then I'll think about it.»

Mirio brusted into a laugh. «You just admitted you were thinking about her.» he said, making his friend become redder and redder for the shame and embarrassment.

Tamaki thought she was just beautiful. She was younger than him, but seemed so mature and 'older' than her classmates. He'd never thought about a girlfriend, actually he'd never taken interesting in them, convincing himself he wouldn't be able to do the first move, thinking about himself as too pathetic and less than what a girl would expect.

Little did he knew how wrong was he. 

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The Lone Wolf

Masterlist // 05

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4.2k

I was in my wolf form when my cage was being opened, I looked to the twins' cells, Wanda nodded to me ever so subtly, flickered her hands slightly and I knew. It was time. The guard opened the barred door and I took my chance, I dug my claws into his chest, he began bleeding and I pushed harshly past him. I turned back to my human form and knocked him over the head hard enough to knock him out.

I took the keys to the twins' cells from his unconscious body and swung them around my left index finger. I smiled to the twins and they smiled back.

"So..." I smirked at them, "Who wants to escape from some science Nazis?"

I shoved the key into the lock of Wanda's cell and turned it, opening the door and she smiled at me, she ruffled my hair as she left the cell and we moved onto my beloved's cell. I put the key in and turned it impatiently, wanting to see him free. When the door opened he spared no time running over to me and engulfing me in his arms.

"I knew you could do it mi prințesa," he said into my hair and I pulled back from the hug.

(My princess)

"Of course, mo chroí, have I ever failed you yet?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

(My heart)

"Enough," Wanda interrupted his answer, "You'll have time for all that when we are gone."

"She makes a point, a stór," I looked in my love's eyes before turning away.

(Darling)

"Wanda, you got the cameras in here, you have to do that before every room we enter, even then they probably know that we're escaping. Piet, I need you to get me a gun, as quick as you can, without getting caught. I'm busting us out of here and I don't care how many people's blood I spill as long as we get out alive," I order, I may be younger than them, but our escape was mostly my plan and they don't have any less respect for me because of my slight age difference.

"Got it," they replied before doing as asked. Wanda fucked with the camera in the next room and we took down the guards, Pietro picked up a gun and threw it to me, I caught it and felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I fiddled with the trigger.

I nodded to them and we began moving through the base. We made quick work of the guards that tried to capture us, a bullet shot here, some telekinetic intervention there, all in all it there didn't seem to be any problems.

We made it to the back exit and began leaving. That was when it happened. When we failed. When we were split up. We were running as fast as we could, leaving the god forsaken place when I turned around, just for a second, and saw Wanda missing.

"Mo ghrá, I said, "Where's Wanda?"

Pietro looked behind him and saw her gone as well, "I will find her," he told me before giving me a kiss on my forehead.

"Be quick," I told him, "Be safe. Come back to me."

"Always, malen'kaya Volchitsa."

And with that he turned and ran back to find his sister while I kept running away.

I jolt awake, sitting up and gasping for air, eyes wide. It was just a nightmare... no, not a nightmare, a memory. That day was the last I saw of them. The last I saw of him. I didn't even get to say a real goodbye. Now he's gone.

My panting and shaking awakens Wanda, she sits up slowly before taking my hands in hers. She smiles sadly at me as tears stream down my face.

"Este în regulă draga mea, ești bine, totul este în regulă," she comforts me.

(It's okay my dear, you're okay, everything's fine)

"Níl sé, níl gach rud i gceart. Tá achan rud ag titim as a chéile arís. Ní thig liom thú a fhágáil. Fuair duine againn bás an uair deirneach," I sob to her.

(It's not, everything's not okay. Everything's falling apart again. I can't leave you. One of us died last time)

"Nu, nu este. Ultima data a fost diferită. De data aceasta vom rămâne în legătură. Mi voi fi niciodată mai mult decât un telefon depart."

(No, it's not. Last time was different. This time we will stay in touch. I will never be more than a phone call away)

Phone call. Phone call. My mind sobers as I realise what must've happened back home and I haven't even taken the time for a phone call.

"I- I have to go," I say, slipping out of my mother tongue and into English, stepping out of bed and grabbing my phone.

"Where are you-" I cut Wanda off.

"I need to make a phone call."

"Fianna, it's late."

"I have to."

With that I leave the room, I don't know where to go and so I just kinda linger in the hallway, pacing back and forth. I unlock my phone and go to my contacts, I scroll until I hit it, 'Eo' it's my contact for Eoghan. It's not what I would want my father figure's number as, but I try to keep it professional so...

I hit call and wait as the phone rings. Once. Twice. And on the third he picks up. I let out a breath as he greets me.

"Hello? Fianna? Are you okay?" he asks me.

"Ye-yeah I am," I say before biting the drawstring of my hoodie, "That's a lie. I'm, I'm not okay Eoghan," I confess to him.

"Talk t' me. What's wrong?"

"I uh, I had a nightmare," I tell him, shoving my spare hand into the pocket of the hoodie.

"Okay, nightmare," he repeats and I can practically see him nodding in understanding, "Do you want to talk about it Fi, or do you just want someone to talk to?"

I shake my head, knowing he can't see it, "Talk to someone. I actually called you to, um, to apologise. I know that you probably got dragged into my mess and I wanna make sure that you and Orlaith and the rest of you are doing alright."

There's a slight hesitation before Eoghan speaks again, "What are you talking about?"

"I mean when the feds showed up... right after I busted out of the Raft," I say slowly, confused by his confusion.

"No one showed up here Mactíre," Eoghan assures me, slipping in my merc name. "I haven't a clue what you're on about. What do ye mean busted out?"

"Okay, look, when Wanda called me I was gonna fight a couple of her friends, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well basically it all went down in this airport runway. To be honest with ye there was like twelve of us all together and it looked more like a scrap between a few chavs in a Tesco car park than a fricken civil war between the Avengers."

"Okay," Eoghan laughs at that, which was my intention, because he won't be laughing in a second.

"Basically there was this thing called the Sokovia Accords, it basically bans the Avengers from fighting without their ma and da, a bunch of governments, saying they can. Mister America and his old bestie broke that rule and so they became criminals, I and some others helped and that made us all criminals."

"Heh, I'm sorry, what the fuck?" Eoghan asks in a slightly higher octave than usual, yeah, he's pissed at me.

"Yeah... and so we were sent to this superhero jail that was in the middle of the fuckin' ocean. After a couple o' days Stars and Stripes teamed up with some Emo Hello Kitty looking fella and the freakin' Black Widow to bust us out. We're staying in Wakanda right now."

"Okay... let me get this straight," Eoghan says, exasperatedly. "You, and some of America's little mascots, fought the other half of America's mascots. Then you were thrown into a jail cruise ship-"

"It wasn't quite that luxurious Eo, I had a shock collar on," I interrupt with a deadpan tone.

"You fucking what?! Let me continue, you were thrown into a submarine jail, with a shock collar on. Couple o' days later you get broken out of said submarine jail. And now you're staying in a third world country?" Eoghan questions, clearly regretting emotionally adopting me. I don't blame him either, I'm a real problem child.

"I- technically yes. But I'm not coming home is the main point here."

"Why? Why not? Fianna this place is your home, we're you family."

"You are," I agree, fiddling with the zipper of my hoodie nervously. "But if I show up back home then word will get out where I am. I don't want to endanger my family and their jobs. Trust me. Besides, I have a place to stay."

"Where? Where the hell are you staying that would be safer than here?"

"Listen, I hate it as much as you do... probably more. I'm going to New York to stay with... Stark," I sigh, stopping my fiddling.

"Stark? Why would you do that?" Eoghan asks incredulously.

"Because it'll keep us all safe. Me away from that floating ocean pokey and the feds away from you. Trust me, it's for the best."

"But Fianna, you hate him. What about what he did? Don't you remember the pain it caused you? The pain that you caused? Mactíre," he says dangerously.

"Eoghan," I say in a low voice, laced with anger, "Don't go there. I don't want to do this, but it's for the best, if it were up to me I'd be going home... or Madripoor."

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, "Right, well you'll stay in touch, that's for sure. And you'll call Orlaith in the morning, she's worried about you... Tommy too."

I perk up at that, "Tommy? How is he? Is he okay? Have they done anything to him? I swear I'll kill them if they touched a hair on his head," I fire question after question.

"Tommy's fine, he just wants to know how you are, what you're doing etc. They haven't done anything to him, not that I know of at least. Look, I'll get Orlaith to call you in the morning, she'll have Tommy with her and you can talk to them both, okay? It's getting late."

I sigh and look to the ground, "Alright, I have to go back to sleep anyways."

"Oíche mhaith, m'iníon. Go mbeadh aisling aláinn agat."

(Goodnight, my daughter. Have sweet dreams.)

"Oíche mhaith daidí, go raibh míle maith agat."

(Goodnight dad, thanks a million.)

And with that I hang up. My eyes fog over with tears and I simply let them fall. I've been crying a lot more lately; I feel like a fricken crybaby. A lot of emotions have been stirring up and I hate it, I hate the weakness that's overcoming me. I can't let myself feel so deeply, especially negatively... not after last time.

I go back into the bedroom and get into bed. I hug myself and shrink into the hoodie as best I can. It used to be Eoghan's, this hoodie, he gave it to me when I first moved into St. Marie's. I barely had anything and he just gave me the hoodie, it's definitely not perfect, it has burns around the cuffs and the zipper always gets a bit stuck halfway up, but I wouldn't give it up for anything. It's like a safety blanket for me, it makes me think of him and feel safe. After a few minutes I eventually drift off to sleep.

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I stayed in the bedroom most of the morning, on my phone messaging a tumblr mutual. Her URL is FriendlessGhost17, mine is Coilean07. We met last year, round abouts when a week into me living at St. Marie's. She lives in NYC and so it might be a good idea to talk to her in case we end up running into each other. We've facetimed and called many times but we've never actually met in person.

I say my goodbyes and sigh. Life just sucks a lot at the moment, but what can I say? That's what happens when you go down the road of off-the-books illegal experimentation, I guess.

I hear a knock on the door, "Come in," I say, not looking up from my scrolling.

"You gonna join the land of the livin' today?" I look up and see Sam, arms crossed, leaning in the doorway.

"Uh, yeah, I just- I was messaging a friend," I tell him.

"Nothing revealing though, right?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Of course not," I dismiss, "I'm not an amateur. I told her I was with my sister but have to leave her again. I don't always tell the truth, but I'm always honest. It's a fine line to walk but a good loophole to have."

Sam ventures further into the room, "So you're good at what you do, that's reassuring... I think. Look I know this isn't gonna be fun for you, staying with Stark, but sometimes that's just how it is, that's how life is."

"Not gonna be fun? You really don't know me, do you?" I laugh humourlessly.

"No, no I don't," Sam admits, shaking his head and sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.

"Well, essentially Stark has hurt everyone I love and, I can hold a grudge like nobody's business. It's not just gonna be 'not fun' it's gonna feel like a betrayal. But I don't wanna focus on that, I wanna enjoy my time before I go to that stuck-up, narcissistic ass."

Sam smiles for a second, "You know, Steve would be disappointed if he heard that kinda language out of you."

I raise an eyebrow, "He was in the army and from the 40s, I'm sure he has no room to talk. I bet people make assumptions and he just doesn't dispute them. I bet his birthday isn't even the fourth of July, someone assumed it was and now he lives in fear of anyone finding his birth certificate."

Sam laughed out loud at that and I had to join him, I've been on tumblr long enough to have to many thoughts about America's favourite boy scout. Sam and I talk for a while, about Steve, about Wanda, I even get some stories about his old days in the army. He tells me about the missions he flew and I learn more about his wings. Then he tells me how he met Steve and Natasha.

"So he, he lapped you how many times?" I ask incredulously.

"Thirteen. He lapped me thirteen times! And he kept saying 'on your left' to like warn me he was lapping me, like it felt like he was doing it on purpose," Sam scowls.

"He probably was, I mean I read about him a bit in school and apparently he was always a little shit, he just got away with it since he was a stick and had like every illness to ever exist in the 30s," I tell him.

"Maybe," Sam says, "But yeah, that's how we met. And then a few days later he shows up at my house with Natasha and tells me 'everyone we know is tryna kill us' like no hellos, no 'how are you's, just straight to the point."

"And you just let them in?" I cock an eyebrow.

"Well yeah, Captain America shows up at your door, what are you not gonna let him in?"

"It would make a pretty funny story don't you think? 'Captain America and Black Widow showed up at my house and I turned them down.' I think that'd be hilarious. But naw, I'd let them in surely."

Then there's a vibration from my phone. I look at the screen as it lights up and see that Orlaith sent me a snap.

I look back up to continue the conversation with Sam but he shakes his head.

"You can talk to your friends, don't worry. I just talked your ear off for the last hour or so, you can get back to your friend now," he tells me.

I smile at him softly, "Thanks Sam. And this talk was good, by the way, you didn't talk my ear off. You distracted me and I appreciate it."

He gets off the bed and turns to me, "That used to be my job you know, helping other Vets with PTSD. I thought you'd prefer to be distracted than reminded of what's happening and so I just catered to that rather than pushing you."

"Really Sam, thank you. But now I gotta have a difficult conversation about what's happening so... I guess I can't put it off any longer," I sigh.

"Good luck, Fianna, you can do this," Sam tells me before leaving and closing the door.

I open the message from Orlaith.

I find Orlaith's number in my contact list and hit call.

It only takes one ring and she picks up, "Hiiii, how did it go?"

"It went good Orlaith," I tell her, a smile already on my face from hearing her voice. "And I got to see Wands again which has done me wonders, really."

"That's great to hear, oh and you're on speaker," Orlaith tells me.

"Hey Fi," I hear Tommy's voice and I nearly start crying.

"Mo dearthair bheag Tommy, ta sé ar dóigh le do guth a cloisteáil arís. Cad é mar atá tú, coiléan bheag?" I ask, slipping into my first language after hearing my baby brother's voice for the first time in a couple weeks.

(My little brother Tommy, how amazing it is to hear your voice again. How are you, little pup?"

"Táim I gceart, Mactíre," he mocks, "Agus an miste leat gan ag cuir sin orm? Ní páiste mé níos mó!"

(I'm fine, Mactíre. And do you mind not calling me that? I'm not a kid anymore!)

"Ach is páiste thú dom. Bheul, ar a laghad is dearthair bheag s'agam thú. Má chuireann sé isteach ort an méid sin, stadfaidh mé."

(But you're a kid to me. Well, you're my little brother at least. If it annoys you that much I'll stop.)

"Hey! Is grá liom go bhfuil sibh in ann labhairt le chéile ach tá mise anseo fostaaa!" Orlaith butts in.

(Hey! I love that you're able to talk but I'm here toooo!)

"Ceart go leor, sionnach," Tommy says, "Cad é ar mhaith leat a labhairt faoi?"

(Fine, Fox. What would you like to talk about?)

"First of all, that nickname is so old, like first year old. And that was like four years ago. Anyway, let's start with where your big sis is? Huh, how about that?" Orlaith begins, slipping back into English.

"Well... I may or may not be in the palace of Wakanda," I reveal. I can trust them, they won't tell.

"You're where?" Tommy questions.

"Wakanda."

"Get de fuck!" he exclaims.

"I'm not messing Tom. And I'm not staying here much longer either."

"You're coming back home again?" Orlaith asks.

"Not- not exactly, Orls," I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to figure out a way to tell them, to tell Tommy that I'm not coming home. "I'm going to New York, I'm going to New York, a thaisce, and I have to stay with Stark."

(Love {term of endearment})

"With- With Stark as in Tony Stark?" Orlaith asks.

"As in the one who you despise with a burning passion?" Tommy adds on.

"Yeah, that's, that would be him," I sigh.

"How are you- How will he survive that?" Tommy asks.

"Why do you have to go to that cunt?" Orlaith questions at the same time.

"Orlaith!" I hear Eoghan scolding her in the background, they must be at St. Marie's.

"Sorry Eoghan, sorry Tommy," Orlaith apologises.

"Hey Eoghan," I say into the phone.

"Hey Fia, I'm just making sure these two got through de ye. I still think ye should be here, but never mind me, keep yer chin up, I'll talk de ye later," he tells me, his parental feelings slipping through the professional mask he tries to wear.

"Of course Eo, we'll talk later," I reassure.

"I have de leave now, Liam's looking another pint," he tells me.

"Bye Eoghannnn," I sing.

"Goodbye Fianna."

"Well, back to our conversation," Tommy says, "Why are you going de Stark of all people?"

"Essentially I might have accidentally made myself an international criminal when helping Wands," I say, my voice raising octaves as I speak.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey they rode in on. How did ye manage that Fianna?" Tommy asks incredulously.

"Tomás Ronan McConnell!" I reprimand. "What have I tol' you about blasphemy?"

"Not to," he grumbles.

"Exactly, so would you like to rephrase that?" I raise an eyebrow and I know he can feel it through the phone.

"How did you manage de be a criminal helping your sister?" he rephrases the question.

I smile at Tommy calling Wanda my sister, he might never have met her but he still considers her my sister, and even his in a way.

"Look, it was just a job gone wrong. It's not even... it's not my choice, I have de go t' Stark because he can protect me from the Feds. But... I won't be with him for long," I lie. I don't want to lie, but I need to protect them, if they think I'm coming back then they won't take it so hard.

"Right, well ye better get back soon okay? I miss my bitch of a big sister!" Tommy tells me and tears prick my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be back soon," I nod, tears falling as I keep my voice steady, "And when I get back we're spending the whole day together, I don't care what Erin and Shéa have to say about it."

"All three of us," Orlaith adds, "And we're gonna have the best time, right? We'll go to The Amusements and we'll go de the cinema and we'll go to Foyleside and just spend the whole day together.

"We will," the tears falling with ease but I keep my voice level, "God, I can't wait to see you two again. When I get back yous'll be sick of me, clinging de yous like a wane."

There's a beat of silence as we think about that day... the day that won't come for a long time. Not that they know that. It still hurts though; I miss my brother and my best friend. But no more tears, I wipe them away and clear my throat.

"We have to go," Orlaith says guiltily. "Mam is looking me back in ten minutes and Tommy needs to get back before they realise how long he's been gone."

"Okay, okay," I inhale sharply "Slán Tommy, slán Orlaith. Is grá liom sibh béirt le mo chroí iomlán. Feicfidh mé sibh gan mhoill, yeah?"

"Slán Fianna, is grá liom thú. Feicfidh mé thú níos moille," Orlaith says.

"Slán Fianna, chonaic mé thú níos moille. Is grá liom thú," Tommy says and I laugh a little.

"Bye," I say and I hang up.

I hear a knock at the door and wipe my tears quickly, erasing any evidence of my crying. I tell them to come in and it's Bucky. We haven't really spoken much, between not knowing each other and wanting to stay close to the ones we're leaving we haven't had the time to bond, I guess.

"Hey," he says timidly, staying in the doorway.

"Hey," I reply, just as timid.

"The others are discussing their plans, I think everyone's moving out tomorrow," he informs me.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know," I say, putting my phone in my hoodie pocket before standing and making my way to leave the room.

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