#okay after much yelling and bitching he has changed his mind

[kittyhazelnut]

my dad's throwing a temper tantrum because I want to spend $149 of my own money on a Luke Bryan concert ticket and somehow that affects his ability to retire because...?

#he says if i can spend $149 on a concert ticket i can pay for college? #like dude i make over $300 a week i can afford a concert ticket WHAT are you complaining about #why does my ability to spend half my paycheck on a ticket mean i should pay for my entire college experience out of pocket #(like i think I probably could bc I'm good at saving but what does my concert ticket have to do with that) #okay after much yelling and bitching he has changed his mind #i paid for my and my mom's ticket and she paid for parking (but my dad doesn't know she paid for parking shhhh)

[ratcash-wasgud]

・❥・Loser!Mizu Headcanons・❥・

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Firstly, I'd like to apologize for how deranged this came out towards the end, so mdni pls pls. Secondly this is a Loser!Mizu x Rebel!Reader typa shit, so it will get specific at times. My requests are open, btw.

Okay, enjoy ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

I stand by the fact that Mizu would be a huge loser. Like girlie grew up not really interacting with anyone but her mother and Eiji and doesn't really like meeting new people (Ringo for example)

She'd get shy, and you can't change my mind. She'd blush a lot, especially on her nose. Blud turns into Rudolf the moment she's embarassed.

She'd be the type to dress like literal Adam Sandler, then try to casually pull her shirt's sleeve up to flex her muscles.

She'd say shit like "Oh, these? I dunno, they just...spawned here." All while knowing damn well she spends half of her life at the gym.

She'd still wear shades all the fucking time, but not to hide her eyecolor, but because she thinks it's cool, and because she mained Johnny Cage in mortal kombat.

She'd listen to corny ass music like Joji, Hozier, maybe Mitski or even The Front Bottoms and bop her head agressively. Then she'd deny the whole thing and say that she was listening to Playboy Carti or Drake.

She'd be in the basketball team, but would be horrible at teamwork. She wouldn't pass, she'd just go for it everytime. She'd miss 20% of the time, and then yell something like "It wasn't my fault, this bitch was breathing down my neck!" or just groan loudly out of annoyance.

She'd be very drawn to water. She'd visit the beach very frequently, but the local aquarium even more often.

Mizu was standing before a smaller aquarium, looking at the spotted, green fishes' quickly pacing around between the glass walls. She came here right after basketball practice, so she was quite sweaty, and tired but being here, for some reason, always charged her energy. Her hair was in it's usual bun, but her shades were now closed, and were hanging from the neck of her shirt. Her eyes were shining in the dim blue lighting as she slowly placed her fingers on the glass. Suddenly, she almost jumbed backwards when she finally realized someone was standing next to her. She turned her head to the side and saw you. It was fucking you. It could've been anyone else, but no. You.

You and Mizu had a couple classes together, and you were one of the most prettiest girls Mizu has ever seen. She saw you on campus a lot, smoking in the parking lot, yelling at one of the fratboys because he parked his dumb car in a way that your motorbike would get stuck next to it, or literally running from one of the professors. She never talked to you though. She never had the opportunity, or at least that's what she told herself. In reality, she was just a coward.

Bit still, she would be lying if she said your face hadn't popped up a couple times when she touched herself. There was just something about you that always caught her attention. You didn't know her, but she felt like she knew you. Everytime she had a basketball game, she looked for you in the crowd. You were rarely there, and even if you were, you'd leave halfway after throwing food at someone. Still, she'd do her best, trying to impress you, knowing damn well you won't give a shit.

"What?" You laugh right in her face. "Scared you? Or did the Discus' mesmerized you so much you forgot you were in public?" You say, turning your gaze to the fishes.

"E...excuse me?" Mizu manages to croak out, her eyes widening. Why are you talking to her like you two have been friends for years? It's not like she minds, but it sends her anxieaty flying. It's her first time actually talking to you, of course she's nervous. She has rehearsed this a couple times in her head, planning to quickly guide the conversation towards how good she'd be at beating people up, (because she knows how much you do that) but now that it's actually happening she's pissing her pants.

"The Discus. Rot Turkish Discus, to be specific. The fish you were drooling at." You press a finger against the glass. "Pretty cool ones, I'll give you that. They can change the pigment in their body if they're stressed or sick." You say, casually dropping a "by the way did you know" kind of fact. One she didn't know.

"Oh." Mizu looks back to the fishes, but actually she's just looking at your reflection in the glass. "You like fishes?" Great. Stupid ass question.

"Yeah, kinda." You shrug. "They're interesting, but I'm here because they have bugs on the second floor." You point up with a small, lazy grin. Mizu remembers that, but never went up there. Bugs were never really interesting to her, but...maybe today she will. She mentaly notes that you like bugs.

"Hm." Mizu hums back. "If you think about it," She starts, glancing at you to check if you're still paying attention. "Fish are kinda like...water bugs." She says, and even shrugs for good measure. She needs to look like she doesn't give a shit.

You let out a laugh. "What a genius." You roll your eyes. "There are actual water bugs though, but I'm willing to overlook that." You say, then walk past her to look at the next aquarium, and Mizu just follows you withouth even thinking about it. "Cichlid." You say, pointing at one of the pinkish fishes. Mizu realizes how little she actually knows about fishes eventhough she comes to this aquarium a lot. She just likes watching them. "A very pretty one at that too. Jewel Cichlid if I'm correct." You say, almost as if thinking out loud.

It's as if Mizu became mesmerized. She walked along you trhough the whole aquarium, then followed you upstairs to the bugs. She listened you naming all of them, then telling her fun facts like 'An ant-eating assassin bug piles its victims onto its body to scare predators' and 'Ticks can grow from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a marble'. You were someone who'd always caused trouble in school, saying it's all bullshit and how fucked the system is, but you were actually very educated. On animals, that is.

She never really cared about people being smart or not, but right now it was the most attractive thing ever.

And with that, you unintentionally ruined her life. She was fine-ish with having this little hallway-crush on you, but now that she actually interacted with you for two full hours, she's fully in love.

And somehow that makes her frustrated.

She'd walk with Ringo on campus, listening to him ramble about this new dish he cooked and how she should totally come over and rate it when you suddenly dash by her, probably escaping from some football player you made mad again. Mizu would freeze, then mutter "why the fuck is she so cool?!" under her breath and lightly punch Ringo on the shoulder.

You're so hot it makes her mad.

You two didn't really talk after that though, just casual greetings in the hallway, and sometimes sitting at the same table in the cafeteria, but that was it. Still, it was more that nothing.

One time you started a fight with one guy outside of the parking lot because "he dick rode a teacher while the teacher was making bitchass bigot jokes".

You left the guy with a broken nose, and would've made it a broken jaw too if someone wouldn't have stopped you.

Akemi recorded the whole thing, and Mizu needed to discreetly beg her to send it to her.

She couldn't help it. Seeing your sweaty form, your face scrunched up in anger, your knuckles blood stained...it wasn't enough to see it just once. She had to watch the video on loop.

She'd wonder if you'd make a similar face in bed too. She'd wonder if you're a top or bottom.

She'd wonder if you're even into girls at all. It seemed too good to be true though.

Still, watching that video over and over again made her mind wander.

"Fuck..." Mizu mumbles out as her fingers finally reach her folds under her boxers. With her phone in hand, the video of you beating the shit out of some guy playing, your huffs and groans on full volume in her headphones. She closes her eyes, and imagines you kneeling between her legs.

She had a long day. She argued with Taigen, listened to Akemi whine about this guy, Takayoshi, then Ringo kept talking about this boring ass anime he watched about a broke God, or whatever...plus, she didn't see you once today. She couldn't catch a whiff of your smell as you walked by, or she didn't hear your sharp and raspy chuckle, or saw your smug grin. Torture at it's finest.

Is she proud of it? Nah. It's embarassing as hell to masturbate to your crush who probably forgot you even existed, but hey, a girl has to blow of steam somehow, right? And you just couldn't leave her head. It gotten to the point where she can't even watch porn, unless one of the actresses look like you, which is...rare. You're too good looking to be compared to sluts like that.

She imagines that it's your hand that is slowly circling around her clit as you whisper in her ear. Things like "You're so warm...I can't wait to taste you" or "You want this as much as me, don't you? Mizu..." and it gets her to buck against her fingers.

She licks her lips as she imagines your pussy hovering over her mouth while you slowly finger her. She imagines your taste, and how'd you drip on her face before you allow her to dive in.

She'd eat. Oh, she'd devour.

She saw your ass in jeans before, and it made her clit throb in public, so she just knows it's perfect when it's bare. She quietly moans your name as her fingers work deeper, placing the phone down to only listen to the audio, her other (now free) hand moving up to tease her hard nipples through her shirt.

She slowly pumps her long fingers inside herself, her back arching on the bed. She whispers your name as she imagines you slowly lowering yourself on the strapon she has inside her drawer.

She doesn't know why she has that toy though. She has only ever been with one person, and that was a guy. It happened years ago, back when she was still in denial about her gayness, and when she was still living with her homophobic mom. But after she first masturbated to the tought of you, she impulsively bought the light teal strap on dildo, just in case you ever somehow ended up in bed. She'd fuck you just the way she imagines it right now (lies, btw, she'd freak out and cum after two seconds). But still, there's no harm in having dreams.

She'd watch your tits bounce as you ride her, her hands firmly grabbing your ass. You'd moan her name, hair falling in your face as you lose yourself in pleasure. "Fuck...so fucking pretty...loving my cock, aren't you?" Mizu coos into the air, her thumb circling her clit as her fingers move faster inside her, agressively curling into her g spot. "Yes...Mizu, it feels good..." You'd moan back as you throw your head back when she starts thrusting her hips upwards, fucking you from under, leaving you no choice but to lean on her for support, pushing your beautiful plump boobs so damn close to her lips.

She'd suck on your nipples until they're red and puffy while she brings you to your climax. You'd love her cock, she's sure. She got the one that was the same teal that was also the color of one of your bracelets. Small, almost stalker-sih detail? Yeah, but she imagines you'd be impressed.

Afterwards, she'd lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, post nut clarity hitting her hard. And the next day, she wouldn't even be able to look at you, withouth getting embarassed...and horny. Oh only if you could hold her for real.

#bes mizu #blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #fanfiction #mizu fanfic #bes smut #smut #bes headcanons #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu headcanons

[lina-lovebug]

You Are Mine, p. 3

Synposis: You and Quaritch are mated but your sister, Neytiri, cannot accept him

Warnings: cussing, Neytiri hating Quaritch

Usually in a situation like this, Miles Quaritch would be yelling and pissed off.

But him falling into a stream because he tried catching a fish with his bare hands and his mate laughing at him only brought him pure joy.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Miles questioned, grabbing me by my hands and pulling me in.

I gasped as the cold water hit my skin and hit his chest playfully.

"You skxawng!"

Your laughter was heard from miles around. Neytiris' ears flicked downwards, and she growled under her breath.

"What's wrong?" Kiri questioned.

"She should not have mated with him," Neytiri expressed, "He is a bad man. He is the reason your grandfather is dead."

"Nothing could ever change what he did, mom. But I can see he's trying to make amends-"

"Nothing can-!"

"He loves her, mom!" Kiri stopped Neytiri.

"I can see it. There's a reason they met, and why Aunt (Y/N) fell in love with him. You trust your sister, and I know that my aunt would not be tricked like this," Kiri saw the love between them, and it wasn't fake. Miles Quaritch wasn't deceiving her.

But Neytiri wouldn't believe it.

He's a monster and always would be, in her eyes.

He killed their father.

"He regrets it. I can-"

"Kiri, you are young. You cannot fathom what he has done."

"It wasn't just him! I love dad, but he knew. He knew what was coming and you still love him."

"It was different-!"

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" Jake interrupted, hearing the commotion as he came home with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

"Dad, please, you have to give Miles a chance. You were once one of them, you thought like them, you even thought of us as savages," Now that hurt Jake.

"I swear to you on Eywa that he's changed. He loves (Y/N)."

"I can see it," Lo'ak spoke up.

"The way he watches her was weird, but it wasn't in a creepy way. He looks at her like you look at mom," Lo'ak told Jake, who knew the truth but it was Quaritch. He hated the natives more than anyone.

And yet he mated with one of them.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Neytiri looked back to see him. He was wearing Na'vi clothing, he looked like Na'vi, but she knows hatred when it's infront of her.

"You will never be one of us," Neytiri sneered before walking away, Neteyam and Lo'ak following after their mother.

Miles ears fell back, knowing this wouldn't be easy.

"I don't give a damn what she tells me, but (Y/N) misses her sister. I can't stand seeing her like this," Despite how hard he's tried, he knew that all his mate wanted was for her sister to forgive her and accept him.

And the problem of the humans. They had to have figured out by now that Miles betrayed them and had to be looking.

Fighting his own spaud was going to be a bitch.

"I don't like you all that much right now either, but I know (Y/N), and she wouldn't choose if she didn't know that you've changed," Maybe she was right. Just like Jake, Miles had grown to see the beauty of Pandora and its people.

"Oh, and Miles?"

"Yes?"

Jake had punched him in the face, causing Spider and Tuk to gasp.

"That's for trying to kill me."

"Yeah, I should've seen that coming."

But before anything else, everyone heard a scream. Miles ears folded back, recognizing the voice as his (Y/N).

Him and Jake exchanged a look of worry before running in the direction of the scream.

What happened? Is she okay? Why did I leave her alone?

Thousands of thoughts were racing through his mind, regretting every second he wasn't by your side.

"Tell me who sent you!"

"Let go of me, bitch!"

Only to find (Y/N) holding Corporal Lyle by his queue and with a dagger to his throat. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, showing that he got a good beat down in the few seconds it took them to get to her.

"Colonel! Tell this bitch to let go of me!" But then he noticed something. . .off. His Corporal wasn't in his gear but instead, he looked like one of them.

"So it's true. You did run off. For what?! Some quick native pussy?!"

Before Miles could beat the living shit out of him, an arrow shot through the brush and into his skull.

That arrow was so fast, and if Neytiri was feeling extra vengeful, she could've easily killed him. She glanced at Miles as she came out of the bush.

"You better be ready to lay down your life for her," Neytiri hissed, and (Y/N) looked towards her mate.

"Always."

#avatar the way of water imagine #avatar imagine #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #na'vi quaritch #the way of water

[linos-luna]

Eternally (Pt. 3) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Vampire!Jin x Fem!Reader

(Pt. 1) - (Pt. 2) - (Pt. 3)

Warnings: Yandere, Blood, Murder, manipulation, hypnosis, making out, unprotected sex, manipulation

Synopsis: you found yourself enchanted by a handsome vampire. He was a vain and cruel man but he found that there was someone he loved more than himself. You.

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You led him in. Stumbling around quite dramatically. The man looked at you with lustful eyes as he was sure he could do anything to you in this very moment.

But that wasn’t the case at all.

You weren’t drunk. Not in the slightest. You led the man from the bar down the street to the kitchen, acting drunk and as if you were trying to get water. He was amused and followed.

You stood against the refrigerator. Getting a bit nervous has he came closer.

Where was he?? You thought.

Some fear was building up before you finally saw him.

“Thank god you’re here.” You sighed, looked past the sleezy man to your boyfriend.

“You know I don’t believe in god.” Jin chuckled before grabbed the man from behind.

“You tricked me!” The man yelled as he realized you were completely sober. “You bitch!”

“Now I don’t like you talking to my baby like that.” Jin shook his head as you walked out, letting him do his thing.

You waited in the living room, hearing the man’s screams before a thud.

You looked up to see your boyfriend there with a smile. His mouth and chin covered in blood, along with some drops on his chin

“Oppa, you got your shirt dirty again.” You sighed. “You know that’s hard to get out.”

“Oh well.” He shrugged. “Go clean the mess.”

You went to the kitchen as he presumedly when to the bathroom, either to clean up or admire himself. He always felt revitalized after eating.

The kitchen wasn’t too much of a mess. Some splatter on the fridge and floor. Nothing a little bleach couldn’t get rid of. On the side, against the wall was a big trash bag. Must be the body.

You’ve never actually seen the people he’s killed. It was always a weird thought. But you were curious so you untied the bag and peeked in, nearly screaming and instantly feeling the need to puke. This man was stuffed in there like a rag doll, his lifeless eyes staring back at you. It was still terrifying.

“You know you’re not supposed to look at that.”

You jumped at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice and instantly turned around.

“S-sorry…”

“I always take care of it.” He said while grabbing the bag. “Let’s not corrupt your mind.”

“What are you talking about?” You said with a frown. “I see blood all the time.”

“Hm.” He sighed before giving you a kiss on the cheek and leaving to take the bag out.

You touched your cheek, knowing that there was a blood smudge there.

You love him but doing this every few weeks was exhausting. And lately he’s been a little more hungry than usual. This kill was his second in two weeks.

You were getting ready for bed when Jin came back. Your hair was in braids as you put on your silky night gown followed by som pajama pants. Your boyfriend bought you the gown but since you got cold, you’d often wear pants underneath.

“Oppa…?” You ask as he was changing. “Are you okay?”

“Why do you ask that, jagiya?”

“Well… you’ve been eating more lately. More than usual.” You said this with an uncomfortable shrug. “People are going to get suspicious. Maybe we should take a break—”

“I decide when we do and don’t hunt.” He said sternly as he stood close, practically looking over you.

You got quiet and looked down.

Jin grabbed your chin and had you look at him. He was obviously annoyed.

“I decide when we’re done.”

“Y-yes sir…”

“Repeat.” He said sternly.

“You decide when we’re done…” you repeated. Your voice trailed off as you suddenly felt very tired and you silently climbed into bed.

Jin said next to you and stroked your hair. “We’re going out again tomorrow, baby.”

“Yes sir…” you replied with a sigh as you fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~ 🥀

“Her. I want her.”

Your boyfriend was pointing in the direction of a woman at the bar. She must’ve been in her thirties.

“A woman? Oppa I can’t—”

“That’s what I want, y/n.” He interrupted.

“I can’t do it!” You said starting to cry. “I-I- can’t!”

“Jeez. I’ll do it myself!” He was clearly annoyed and pushed past you.

You waited outside as he chatted with the woman, only to be stopped by two cops.

“Hi Miss. We have some questions…”

~~~~~~~~~

You got home later after a little interrogation. It made you nervous and now you’re just worried.

As you walked in, you could hear that your boyfriend was in the kitchen.

“Baby! Come here!”

You perked up at the sound of his voice.

Walking into the kitchen, you notice a mess on the floor. Jin had blood stained lips and it was on his chin as well.

“Yes?”

Jin smiled and lifted you, seating you on the counter.

“What happened today, baby? You disappeared.”

“Oppa… the police are asking questions…” you said with a sigh.

“What kind of questions?”

“Well they’re seeing a pattern and think maybe we’re connected to the disappearances…”

“And what did you say?” He asked gently while moving your hair.

“ I just denied. Like you said. “Deny deny deny.”

“Good girl.”

“We gotta be careful.” You looked at him worriedly. “I-I don’t want them to take you… or me—”

“No one will ever take you from me!” He said suddenly. “Never! You got that?”

You nodded with some tears going down your cheeks.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said with a kiss to your cheek. “For defending me.”

You nodded before he kissed you again but this time on the lips. Tasting the metallic blood on your lips wasnt anything abnormal but for whatever reason it got you worked up. Sometimes he makes you horny just with a kiss. You weren’t sure if it was some kind of spell or something.

You chased his lips when he tried pulling back, whining and moaning as they got sloppier. Your boyfriend held onto your waist, loving how you were practically licking the blood from his chin and lips. Why? You weren’t sure. It was as if you were doing this mindlessly.

Jin picked you up as you wrapped your legs around him. He sat on the bed and had you on his lap.

You were suddenly feeling needy. Very needy.

Please me, darling~

You could hear his enticing words ringing in your head. Over and over.

Please me~

It repeated as you started grinding on him. You could already feel how wet your cunt was. You whined while tugging on his belt.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He said with a smirk. “Need help?”

“Oppa please~”

“Please what?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I want—… I want to please you-~” you whimpered. “I-I-… I want—…”

Jin smirked as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. You could see his bulge through his boxers and you found yourself staring.

“Take care of it, y/n” he commanded quite sternly.

You lowered his boxers before lifting your skirt and removing your panties. They were soaked and your boyfriend threw them to the floor.

You continued to sloppily kiss him. Your whimpers sounded desperate as you licked away the blood from his chin. It was ridiculous. Who in their right mind would do this?? Do you even have control of yourself??

It wasn’t long before you sunk onto his cock, gasping as you were trying to get used to the size.

“Too big… it’s too big…” you said in breathy moans while moving slightly.

Jin went back to kissing your lips, nipping at them every now and then. Then slowly grinded you against him.

You threw your head back at the overwhelming feeling and eyes rolled back as he kissed down your neck. Leaving what are to be dark hickies for later. He came across your scar from the night he bit you. It still hadn’t completely faded away.

It was all so much and you were holding back your moans as it was late and didn’t want to wake any neighbors.

“Let me hear the noises, darling.” He whispered. “I love when you make them.”

As if right on cue, you let your needy moans out with no volume control or filter. You continued grinding on his lap, mind blank of any other thoughts.

Only Jin. That’s all that matters. Only pleasing Jin…

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #fanfic #kpop smut #bts x reader #bts seokjin #bts jin x reader #bts jin #bts jin smut #jin x poc reader #bts x poc reader #Bts jin x poc reader #yandere bts #bts yandere #yandere Jin #vampire jin #vampire bts #eternally pt. 3 #seokjin smut #seokjin x poc reader #seokjin fanfic #seokjin vampire #seokjin

[onevolon]

nostalgia

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 1154

warnings: Lena didn't go to the shimmer. Eternal Sunshine's procedure exists in this universe. The quot at the beginning is from Madmen 1x13. And no proofreading has been done. Might change it a little later.

you can also read it on ao3

part2 - masterlist

“Nostalgia. It's delicate... but potent.

…in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It's a twinge in your heart…far more powerful than memory alone.

…It takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

Around and around…and back home again... to a place where we know we are loved.”

Lena must have fallen asleep while watching the TV again.

The words he hears… doesn’t sit right with him. They almost create an itch in his brain. He cannot pinpoint for the life of him. It’s been like this for a couple of days now. Glimpse of something keeps popping up but before he can reach… it’s gone. He can’t admit to himself it bothers him. Because nothing bothered him after the…

He turns of the TV and goes back to the bed.

***

He knows he is dreaming. It doesn’t happen very often but when it does…

You should not have seen this. I apologize.

Something feels familiar.

There's no such thing as this.

Doesn’t feel right but still familiar…

…And she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.

Feels like a memory.

She was not happy.

He wakes up with a startle and heart is beating out of his chest. He doesn’t try to go back to sleep.

 ***

For the first time in weeks, he goes outside. Takes the train to a random place. He doesn’t know why. Yes, being in the house all the time is suffocating but he is not an impulsive person.

Today just feels different.

It’s freezing on the beach.

Why is he here?

He found an empty notebook couple of days ago. Hidden in a drawer. Some pages are ripped out. Did he use to journal? Feels right to write this all down. To make it make sense a bit more. Something concreate.

He is not the only one on the beach, though. There is a woman. Maybe she likes the cold.

He should go back to home. To Lena.

She is nice. Nice is good, right?

She loved me once.

***

“Hi.”

She’s talking to him. “I'm sorry?”

“I just said hi.”

“Hi.”

She’s looking intensely. When he does that, people tend to find it creepy. Or that’s what Lena said.

“Do I know you? “

Something sparks in his chest.

“I mean we are headed to the same place in this train so… Do you know the little café in down town?”

Does he? “Sure.” He says for some reason.

“Yeah! Oh, I’ve seen you there for sure.”

They both still didn’t break the eye contact.

He introduces himself. It’s only polite, Lena says.

The woman says her name too.

It’s a pretty name.

“Thank you. Not many people think so.”

Oh, he said that out loud.

“It has a nice ring to it.”

“I’m not nice though. I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.”

What? “I wouldn't think that about you.”

“Why wouldn't you think that about me?”

“I don't know. I just...” He can’t think a reasonable answer. “You seem nice…”

“Oh, God. Don't you know any other adjectives?”

He does. But right now, he can’t find any. Weird… This is all so weird…

“I don't need nice. I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me. Okay?”

 Okay, he thinks and shuts his mouth. Seems like he only irritates her more.

“Kane? It’s Kane, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry I yelled at you. I’m a little out of it today.”

He nods.

“To be honest. I really like that you're nice right now. I'm glad you are.”

He can’t decide if he like the warm feeling in his chest or not.

“I have so much stuff that, I probably should…” Why did he say that?

“Oh! I'm sorry. Okay.”

“I'm writing, and...”

“Sure. No. That's okay.”

They both quite down.

“Take care, then.”

She goes away from him.

***

He sees her walking while driving. He doesn’t think before yelling out the window.

“Hey! I could give you a ride, if you need. It's cold.”

“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

She gets in to the car.

Rubbing her hands together “You're not a stalker or anything, right?” she says laughingly.

No, he is not. “I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me. Remember?”

“That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.”

“Really? There's a stalker book?”

She nods, smirking.

“I gotta read that one.” Did he just joke?

She stifles her giggle.

“Look, I'm sorry if I came off too harsh. I'm not, really…”

“It's okay. I didn't think you were.” He though he was the problem, really.

They came to a stop in front of her apartment.

“Did you wanna have a drink? I have lots of drinks, and I could, um...”

He didn’t have alcohol since before the…

“Never mind. Sorry. That was stupid.”

He took to long to answer. Great, he thinks. She’s still babbling.

“Oh, I'm embarrassed now, I-”

“No, no.” He interferes.

She looks disappointed.

“Good night, Kane.”

***

“Here you go.” She gives me a glass.

“Thank you.”

“Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.”

He stops. Is she trying to seduce him? That’s…

“I'm just kidding! Come on.” She pushes him to the couch.

They sit in silence for a moment.

“You're kinda closed-mouthed, aren't you?”

“I’m sorry. My life isn't that interesting.” Only if she knew… “Don't know what to say.”

“Does that make you sad or anxious?” Does it? He can’t decide. “I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.”

He never thought about these things. They do make him anxious to think about.

“Yeah, I think about that.”

“Yeah?”

“You're really nice.”

“Ohh!”

Oh, no.

“I have to stop saying that.”

“I'm gonna marry you.”

What?

“I know it.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t mention that he’s already married.

“Oh, you should come up to that frozen river with me sometime. We’ll have a picnic.”

“That sounds scary.”

“Exactly! A night picnic. They are different.”

“Sounds good.” He sees the clock on the wall. Lena should be at home in an hour. “But I should go. Now.”

“You should stay.”

“No, I really... I'm... I...” He can’t find the words. “I have to get up so early.”

“I would like you to call me.” She takes his hand and starts to write her number. “Would you do that? I would like it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

***

He opens the door. Lena is making dinner.

He immediately goes to the phone.

“What took you so long?”

“I just walked in.”

“Mm-hmm. You miss me?”

“Yeah. Oddly enough, I do.” He admits.

“Oh! You said I do. I guess that means were married.”

He smiles a little. That’s a first. “I guess so.”

#kane annihilation #annihilation kane #annihilation #oscar isaac characters #onevolon fic #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac

[szagaloree]

Eywa’s gift from hell pt.5

EGFH: chapters

Contains: fluff/angst/blood

Quaritch opens his eyes to find himself laying in her bed with her up under him fast asleep, his mind ran wild, of all the things going on through his mind, he wants revenge! Wants to kill Jake sully and his family and anyone who’s associated with him, but he has nyema thinking he’s changing, becoming good, wants to do right. She put slight trust in him when she does NOT trust people at all especially him, to believe she actually let him in makes his heart swell. He knew what he was doing isn’t right, but he still wants to get to his goal, Jake sully! But what was slowly stopping him? He sighed looking down at her,she felt so at peace and calm and that was the first time she even slept good without a nightmare or flashbacks.

She switches a little with a whimper, he frowns watching her carefully, she shifts in her sleep pushing her hands up against his chest almost like she was trying to push him, he knew exactly what it was, he rubs her arm “nyema” he calls, she whines crying, “nyema wake up, it’s okay,” he says softly, she gasps waking up lucky for his reflexes he blocks her hits as she shouts “hey hey it’s me, it’s me nyema” he said, she was petrified scared for her life at that, Quaritch grabs her face “heyyy, it’s me okay, nobody’s out to get you, you’re safe,” he says, she takes a deep breath looking around finally realizing she’s in her bed, she nearly forgets she’s naked.

He pulls her close “it’s okay, nobody’s going to hurt you,” he said.

She was surprised by his calm actions, a man who was so cold hearted and never cared about anybody but himself. The next morning she kind of limped due to you know what, Quaritch was just smirking like a fool and she notices, she throw a small ball at his head making him laugh outloud “shut up you idiot,” she rolls her eyes, “my my, I put that much work in ya,” he smirks, “you’re a bitch,” she said “ouuu ouch, that stung,” he teases, spider stomps away angrily leaving both of them confused “spider what’s wrong?” Nyema asks, “I don’t wanna talk about it,” he said, “well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Quaritch said “oh shut up,” nyema said to Quaritch. She follows after spider “talk to me kid,” nyema sits down “when were you going to tell me?!” He questions “tell you what?” She asks “that he’s my father!” Her eyes widen “this whole time he’s my father!” He said in anger “spider I didn’t want to tell you yet because I know who he is,” she says “why?! Why! Why keep that from me?!” He begins to cry “because I know quaritch! He’s the reason we’re in this damn mess! The reason he died, the reason so many omaticaya have died and lost their home, I died giving birth to you, Quaritch doesn’t care,” she argued.

She sighed “spider don’t speak any of this to him, not yet,” I said, “speak what? He’s my son?” Quaritch asks, she turns around gulping, “is there something you’re not telling me corporal?” He stares at her with anger, spider grows nervous “it was just a misunderstanding,” spider says “oh no, I didn’t misunderstood nothing, she knows something I don’t, care to tell me nyema?” She huffs, “is he my son?!” He nearly shouts, “hey! Don’t yell at her!” Spider said, “go in the other room, I would like talk to her in private,” Quaritch says, spider looks at me “go spider” I said, he leaves nervously glancing at us a couple of times, “what is there you’re not telling me? Is that boy my son?” He questions, “yes but why would you care, you only care to get revenge on something you fucking deserve,” She said, his jaw clenched, “so what, are you his mother?” He questions, “….yes,” she answered his face frowns, his ears and tail dropped.

“W-what?! I don’t remember even having a women,” he said in disbelief.

“Well you did but i wasn’t your wife though, even you talked about marrying me but I wasn’t ready to marry a killer! I got pregnant at the time you went and tried to destroy the tree of soul I was giving birth! I was fucking alone! Because you’re so sick in the damn head! One of your squads that’s alive right fucking now is the one who’s killed me because I was helping the na’vi, you don’t deserve to be no father!” She snaps, he was in disbelief, “who killed you? Who killed you?!” He asks “why do you care?!” She snarled grabs pulling her towards him “who did it?!” He shouted, “Maurice!” She said, his eyes widen “you… and they had spider.. they had my son!” He growled “Atleast Jake raised him instead of letting him die I would rather him be with Jake where he’s safe then be here miles!” She argues, tears falls down his face in distraught.

To be continued…

#colonel quaritch #avatar quaritch #na'vi quaritch #quaritch x reader #avatar the way of water #Jake sully #miles quaritch #eywasgiftfromhell #SoundCloud #quaritch x oc

[storiesofsvu]

Alright, happy Thursday hoes, lets get to this.

Mothership first

Okay… interesting open…

Omg…how many times are they gonna use the trope of “don’t touch that!” “who the hell are you?” surprise it’s the new laywer…

Not surprised its another old white dude, but at least he’s not as old as mccoy

Okay seriously…. If they get rid of Samantha I will not be watching this show anymore..

I wonder if they’re going to bring this staff change up on svu too considering this guy is also now carisi’s boss… but the writers seem to have forgotten that these shows all exist together until they want to do a crossover.

If this was svu the ada would be storming into the squad room yelling at the detectives for making a mistake that’s gonna cost them their case. Why don’t we get to see that on mothership? I want more crossing over between departments, cops never show up in the gallery either, just to testify if they’re needed.

Oooo yesss that maroon suit. I see you ma’am!

Man they’re just right fucked with this case aren’t they?

This defence attorney is super crusty

How come these videos are coming up NOW and not before things went to trial??

This judges office is barba’s office. They really only have so many sets, hey? (also the continuity of that office on this show/universe drives me fucking insane).

My subtitles keep cutting in and out and that is also driving me insane

Toronto time.

Will I pay attention? Likely no

JESUS FUCK talk about a cold fucking opening wow.

Big surprise I stopped paying attention halfway through the ep. Like, it’s fully muted right now and I’m working on writing LOL

SVU time

BRUH is this maria stuff ive been seeing all over twitter legit?! I thought people were fucking clowning LOL

Olivia in uniform just fucking makes me so fucking weak every single time

Clearly the other captain hasn’t been in the field a lot if that was her immediate reaction to that crime scene

Okay… hear me out… olivia literally saved maria’s life and stayed on the phone with her ALL night. We all know she has a habit of taking in strays… there’s no doubt maria became a cop because of liv… maria would have reached out TO HER about her graduation, not the other way around…

Velasco getting actual screen time finally. I do have to say, im back on my Velasco bullshit…

LOL. I know it was unintentional but the harshness of velasco’s knock on the door killed me.

4 hours of law and order is too much. Im getting bored and this is the show I actually like. I think imma start skipping Toronto cause mothership does hit some days

If this girl has a good enough lawyer she could easily get off on an insanity type plea… tbh this episode would’ve been way better on criminal minds. That would’ve been bad ass.

This episode is almost over and we got absolutely NO closure on the maria thing AND we didn’t get to go to court. Im OVER this fucking show man lol

Liv being back in her bac nail polish era is bomb though

Fin doesn’t strike me as a scotch guy… this is weird..

Okay… liv is really not okay. Like this girl needs support, she needs proper and regular therapy, she needs a break from work. Go home and spend time with your son instead of drinking cheap wine alone in a bar? Also while we’re talking about drinking alone after work being all sad, can we touch on the fact that her mother was an alcoholic, and that was what *killed* her… this is incredibly worrisome and I doubt we’re ever going to touch on it/get it fleshed out like we should…

Okay we at least got some maria closure. Thank you.

OC time!

Jet *attempting* to control stabler, woof. At least someone’s trying loooll

This bitch is so dead

Part of me feels like its bullshit that se wouldn’t know any of this about her own brother, but also I never talk to my family so…. LOL.

Fuck he’s creepy as shit

There is NO WAY THAT TINY MAN IS THE SAME SIZE AS ELLIOT

The fact that it took THIS long for someone higher up to question his anger/trauma/etc affecting his job is wild.

THE BARTENDER IN ME IS FUCKING DYING. I had a PHYSICAL reaction to that conversation.

“you’ve never had a long island ice tea?!” “I don’t like ice tea it’s too bleh” guy promptly orders two to prove that theyre good? THERE IS NO ICED TEA IN LONG ISLANDS

Cragen’s really just gonna be in the last second of this episode isn’t he?

Everyone: proper ear pieces

Jet: nah. Air pod.

I really thought that stabler was gonna be missing for a like, a good chunk of time with no one knowing.

OHHHH right! The foil he found in the bathroom garbage and immediately licked… right… I forgot about that. Now the question is who it belongs to…..

#law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #spoilers #live watch

[laf-outloud]

I hope you don't mind that you're the person I'm sharing my thoughts with on this and I know it's a few weeks later but I finally caught up with the con videos from CE Dallas. Not only did Jensen appear to be surprisingly arrogant in the gold panel but his demeanor completely changed in the main panel which I think is due to his folks being there. While displaying his public persona, answering people's questions, and entertaining the crowd is doing his job/being performative in and of itself, he almost seemed more performative in this one if that makes sense? Like his answer to this girl's question about finishing grad school:

https://youtu.be/9ZWVwPkDR2Y

While it's good advice, it felt as if it was something he was saying for his parents' benefit. I'm glad Jared was lightening it up with his funny reactions (Jared's presence really does balance things out). The whole cheering Jensen after he gave his first answer about putting your nose to the grindstone and doing the work was just absolutely cringe and you can tell those were the AA's in the room. You want to agree with what he said? That's fine. Clap then. Hooting and hollering like that was ridiculous. Then the yells once he mentions DOOL...these people know his parents are in the audience, come on. I think this AA shit is definitely what has gone to his head. And I think he's very aware of it, too. Like when that next to last person said they didn't care for Soldier Boy, he knew what the reaction would be from the other fans so he joked "I would just go out that exit behind you, don't even go back and sit down." Like, dude, that kind of reaction isn't healthy! While I get the joke he was making, it just pisses me off when he does crap like that because it only encourages the AA psychopathy (like that lady telling him she worships the ground he walks on before this question). While he seemed okay with her opinion (which he should be, he's an actor for crying out loud, his performances will always be critiqued and some may like them, some may not), instead of "leading by example" for the AA's, he negates her opinion with that shit. Him even making the joke about Jared having a stroke? Again, I get it, it's a joke, but didn't Rob, his buddy, have a stroke a few years ago? And I find it hysterical that it's okay that Deirdre Hall spoke to him like that but "Bitch Alba" was such a problem because she dared to call him "window dressing" which incidentally he joked about being that at this con. Not to say that there weren't problems on the Dark Angel set, we all know there was, but come on. We didn't hear him talk about Deirdre in a misogynistic manner like an overgrown frat boy and that probably was due to his parents being there and that he respects Deirdre but not Jessica (probably because she was younger than him) even though he claimed that he hung out with her and eventually got along with her and she even held him when he got the news that his grandfather passed.

This con was frustrating for me as far as Jensen was concerned. The last con before Dallas I enjoyed a lot better. He seemed happier and not as much of an arrogant douchebag as he was in his home state. I think I had a moment of "who the hell is this guy?" especially in the gold panel. His AA's have really turned me off to fandom and following any content of his on here and other social media platforms, and while he hasn't had the best year, I still was a fan following his work. But these days, especially after this con, The Winchesters (and the Golem incident & now Drake's confirmation of how The Winchesters is being written/conceived) & his response (or lack thereof) to the Atomic Heart controversy (dude, it literally takes two seconds to just be empathetic or have your team release a statement), it's getting harder and harder to continue being a fan of his. I'm just so very disappointed.

I don't give a shit that this guy is good looking or how much money he makes or what famous connections he has (according to him and AA's) or who he sleeps with on the regular. I care more about the work he puts out, the work he puts into each project (and ask him why the fuck the Winchesters even exists besides being an obvious cash grab and just what "multi-season idea" they had considering they literally started one year before Dean time travels and meets Mary back in the original show), and how he conducts himself as a public persona. And so far, on all three fronts, he's not only lowering the bar for himself, it also feels like he's completely checked out, mailing it in, and hoping to coast by on his name, fame, and looks. And he'll make up whatever difference by name dropping, relying on the AA's consistent (and disingenuous) praise & support of him (while also playing into their fantasies and purposely baiting them so they'll open up their wallets & continue adoring him from afar), letting his wife and Robbie run his legacy into the ground as long as they ride that cash cow to the finish line somehow, and snarking pettily (and unprofessionally) back at any form of legitimate criticism (the only reason he didn't snap at the girl who wasn't a fan of Soldier Boy is because his parents were in the room, guaranteed). Very, very disappointing.

Thank you for letting me get that off my chest.

Thank you for sharing, anon. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. It's hard to see a favorite actor make inexplicable decisions that are either heartless, or ego-driven and act like none of it matters. Especially since you seem to have really cared about him as a person (as opposed to AA's who see him as their self-insert blow-up doll, and are basically encouraged to do so.)

"I care more about the work he puts out, the work he puts into each project...and how he conducts himself as a public persona."

You've hit the nail on the head with this statement. Jensen talks about doing the hard work and being dedicated to the craft, but the results tell a completely opposite story of minimal care regarding TW and the SPN legacy (including his anemic SM promotion attempts), little research into the Atomic Heart ad, and what appears to be very little character work and consistency in his other roles. He talks the talk, but doesn't walk the walk, so to say.

I could say more, but your post really outlined a lot of the issues reasonable fans of his are seeing and why so many are frustrated with Jensen. Hopefully, this is just a mid-life crisis bump in the road due to a lack of clear purpose in his career and Jensen can use this time as a learning experience to make better choices in the future.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts, and feel free to do so anytime!

#ask box #anti jensen #anti jensen's ego #anti aas #anti jensen obsession #aas aren't doing jensen any favors #with their constant praise #and waving away any problematic issues #anti spn prequel #what a train wreck

[rainey-staerie-daize]

So sick of living here. I fell asleep around the time Mom said dinner was ready, and woke up around midnight to use the bathroom. Didn't spend forever in there, ate some food, made sure Xan actually brushed his teeth and went to sleep, finally turned off auto play, made some maca cocoa, took the dog out, fed the dog, wiped the table, and changed the trash bag. In short: I was pretty damn productive.

And Xan wanted to refuse to listen to me about laying down and shutting his eyes, which was over an hour of arguing and trying to convince him (me trying to stay quiet, him not so much). Mom's brought up more than once in the past that I'm a bad example or something, but the bitch behaviors (like demanding that the conversation's over when someone disagrees with you, and yelling when angry) he's been displaying I've realized recently are things she does. Mom's the one teaching him this shit. But wants to blame it all on him seeing my "back-talking."

And then there's the fact that Mom wants me to "be productive" and "take initiative" and, quoting my late dad, "have ambition," but she woke up shortly after Xan finally dosed off, and loudly asked me what I was doing. Like, in the tone that suggests I'm doing something insane and wrong and she's freaking out. What was I doing? Scrubbing the table. I spilled some of my drink, and instead of leaving it as I often do when I'm feeling lazy, I actually cleaned up after myself. And since I already had the sponge in hand and I meant to do this last time, I decided to clean the area where Skye usually sits. So our entire half of the table would be clean, which she deserves honestly, because she does the most around the house out of all of us.

Cue Mom panicking (not all that quietly, and I just got Xan down) because the scrubby side of the sponge convinced her that I'm tearing up the table. No, if anything, the texture in the tabletop was tearing up the sponge, but I digress. She says to stop, so I go to rinse the sponge, and she tells me to stop rinsing the sponge. Stop running the water completely. So I put down the sponge and rinse my hand (which I'm not compromising on because that's my hand and I have to live with it), and of course she's mad that I didn't just turn the water off. I finish, tell her okay, the water's off, hoping for her to chill, and she just says (read: demands) to stop talking. Well, at least she's being honest about what she wants from me this time. Usually she just tells me to quiet down when I'm not yelling.

This night's events, combined with everything else, especially the last several days, has me losing my mind. This includes:

- praising Kare (7) for attempting to clean the bathroom (including Mom's half of the counter, which I dare not touch), when she was pissed at me for doing the same thing with the kitchen cabinets a while back

- wanting me to clean the dog, after she's previously complained that I use too much water and take too long

- telling her that I wasn't gonna clean the dog, saying "I'm not arguing about this," which is directly quoting her, and leaving the room, and Skye telling me later that Mom said she felt disrespected. Good. You make me feel disrespected all the time. I understand authority deserves a certain amount of respect, but the general human deserves a certain amount of that as well, and Mom doesn't even respect or trust me as a person. Like Hell am I gonna respect her as a parent when she acts like a child herself half the time.

- wanting me to fix the jammed kitchen drawer, that she claimed at first happened because I stuffed it so full of my shit, and changed it up later to it being my fault because I use that drawer more than anyone else. And when I brought up the fact that I only have my rechargeable milk frother in there among her shit-ton of cords and random kitchen stuff, she got mad and exclaimed that she "can't even talk around you!" Really? You wanna claim that you have to "walk on eggshells" around me? Because I calmly called you out on your bullshit? Oh, but I could never bring up the fact that most of the time I talk to her I deliberately try to remove the emotion from my voice and talk in a deadpan because she gets mad when I show too much emotion, loud or not. Who's on the eggshells here?

- not taking responsibility for her actions, like showing absolutely no reaction or even saying sorry or anything when I show that the mess she's been complaining about was in fact caused by her. Like the item jamming the kitchen drawer being a cake decorating kit's box she never threw away. Or the footprints on the laundry room floor (that I was stepping over) matching her sneakers' tread, when she was blaming my slippers.

- claiming she doesn't want an argument and then proceeds to turn my attempted conversation (or even just a stray comment) into an argument. She makes a big deal out of a lot of things, but claims that I do that.

- bringing up irrelevant-ass (and often incorrect) shit in an argument. Are you mixing up your kids? Or do you just have a shit memory? Of course, she blames any memory or attention problems on her lack of sleep, which she blames on us, her children. You know, you're the mom, and you can say "no more TV, go to bed" at a reasonable time, right? Anyway, irrelevant shit the past few days have included saying that I'm the one who uses the bottom two drawers the most (it's actually only the bottom one) and angrily asking if I do anything besides doing my hair. I've done my hair only about twice this past week, and she just happened to see the last time. My hair's actually been neglected, but she'll try to bring up anything she can in an argument to try and make me look like the bad guy.

- makes promises she doesn't keep. If you don't wanna do something in the first place, just don't offer it. I still haven't been paid for babysitting, or paid back from lending her cash in high school.

- occasionally sneaking around like some kind of teenager. The best example I can think of was in high school when Skye told me that Mom had her look for my money in our room. The only reason Mom asked me was because Skye couldn't find any. Or was it only a dollar? Hard to remember.

- emotional manipulation? She gets mad when I show too much emotion. Often because I'm loud, but sometimes when I'm not being loud. Like, shut up, I'm the angry one here. But she'll tell me not to "invalidate" my younger siblings' emotions. Bitch, I'm not the one who tossed a full box of chicken nuggets on Bry's foot (the one with the badly-ingrown toenail) and then got pissy because "I'm just messing around" and "what, I can't try to have fun with my kids?" when he got upset and left the room. Stop, you're not the victim in every scenario.

- After one rant about how I need to "have ambition," I changed the trash bag and cleaned part of the kitchen floor. And when Mom came out and I told her that where she's standing in her socks might still be wet, she seemed ticked off and left the room. And later wore her shoes across that stretch of the kitchen floor before leaving for work. When I later brought that up, she acted like the fact that she was getting ready for work was a perfectly justifiable reason to do that, like I'm the irrational one.

- generally treating me like I'm the most untrustworthy, irresponsible one when she or my siblings have done the same or worse without the same scorn. I'm the oldest and also neurodivergent. Please give me a break.

- blatant favoritism. Even if I was the worst daughter ever, that doesn't explain why both Skye and I have never had the therapy or doctor's visits that we needed. Skye got a couple doctor's visits, but not enough to resolve the issue, and I've needed therapy for literally a decade now. Mom only gets help for the youngest three, it seems. I suspect it's because if she doesn't, their dads will start shit, and Skye's and mine are dead.

- not caring that Xan has adopted these ideals and behaviors from her, or just straight-up blaming them on me, even when I actively try to nip those in the bud

#flakey gaslighty bitch #Raine's daize #as I'm getting ready to post this i hear XAN AWAKE AGAIN #go TF back to sleep for another hour #glad i put the TV remote up #no good deed goes unpunished

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

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safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

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[bing-bang-bingo]

- 4x3: c. 40:00 Cas comforts Dean after Mary makes a deal w/ Azazel

- 4x7: 15:50 Dean stops Sam from shooting Cas, then Sam mentions that he’s “heard a lot about him”

- 4x7: 39:00 Cas tells Dean he prayed he’d save the town, then he tells him about his doubts and Deans future troubles

- 4x10 & ???: Dean calls “last night on Earth” his best line. He uses this line on Cas

- 4x10: 27:15 “Castiel has this weakness. He likes you.”

- 4x10: 32:50 Cas looking jealous and sad when Dean kisses Anna

- 4x16: 7:30 Cas tells Dean he got in trouble for showing emotion and getting to close to Dean. 8:20 “I would give anything not to have you do this”

- 4x16: 39:00 Cas warns Dean to be careful while Dean is in the hospital, they discuss the first seal and saving Dean from hell

- 4x18: 31:30 Cas tells Dean how to save Sam from Lilith even though he’s not allowed to interfere

- 4x20: 38:00 Deans face when Cas tells him he “learned his lesson when he was in heaven”

- 4x22: 30:40 Cas considers rebelling for Dean. 33:00 He does. 35:20 He fights multiple Archangels for Dean

- 5x1: 5:45 Dean denies Cas’ death 8:25 “I learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch”

- 5x1: 31:00 Cas saves Sam and Dean from Zach

- 5x3: 6:10 Cas-“I need your help because your the only one who will help me”

- 5x3: 10:20 Dean fixes Cas’ tie and jacket

- 5x4: 38:50 “Don’t Ever Change”

- 5x8: 38:20 Dean makes Gabriel bring Cas back, then makes sure he’s okay

- 5x13: ?:?? Cas won’t let Dean meet with Anna because it’s not safe

- 5x17: 30:30 Cas and Dean discuss what it’s like to have a deadbeat dad

- 5x18: 25:15 Cas kicks Deans ass for trying to sacrifice himself

- 5x21: 3:50 Cas and Dean bickering like and old married couple then Cas gives Dean a heartfelt apology.

- 6x17: 18:55 “No you’re confusing me with the other angel, the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you.”

- 6x17: 38:00 Sam: “So you killed 50,000 people for us?” Cas: *looks at Dean*

- 6x19: 25:20 Bobby reassures Cas that they’ll be back soon, Cas acts like a worried and disappointed wife.

- 6x19: 36:25 Cas yelling “Dean!” when Eve bites him

- 6x19: 40:00 Dean is the only one who doesn’t think Cas is working with Crowley (he’s wrong but it’s sweet)

- 6x20: 4:50 Dean v v worried, “But Cas you’ll call right? If you get into real trouble?”

- 6:30 Crowley implies that Cas is distracted by Dean and tells him he reeks of the Impala.

- 7:20 Cas says that Dean taught him how to care and what to care about. Then Cas saves Sam (for Dean)

- 13:15 Cas says that the worst part of working with Crowley (basically his sworn natural enemy) is that it hurt Dean and that he hated lying to him.

- 25:20 Cas refuses to ask Dean for help because he has “sacrificed too much” even though it means Cas could die.

- 26:00 Crowley tells Cas he has a way for everyone to get a happy ending “with all possible entendres intended” while Cas stares longingly at Dean.

- 33:00 Dean is close to tears when he learns that Cas is working with Crowley, Cas says he did it to protect Dean.

- 35:25 “Dammit Cas we can fix this!” “Dean it’s not broken!” He then tells the boys to run from the demon cloud and Dean gives him the saddest look in the world before being forced to leave him behind.

- 38:00 Cas watches Dean sleep. “I’m doing this for you Dean. I’m doing this because of you!”

- 6x21: 22:40 “I do everything you ask. I always come when you call and I am your friend. Still despite your lack of faith in me and now your threats I’ve just saved you yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you?”

- 6x22: Dean to Cas- “Don’t make me lose you, too.”

- 7x2: 5:35 Dean nearly cries on screen when he thinks Cas is dead

- 7x17: Cas says “I remember ~you~” as soon as he regains his memories.

- 7x17: Cas ask why Dean didn’t tell him all the horrible things Cas did. Parallels the conversation Karen and Dean had about telling Bobby she remembered him killing her and her telling Dean that he had never been on love before.

- 7x21: The face Dean makes when he sees Cas again plus the prolonged eye contact when Cas says Deans name.

- 7x21: Hester telling Dean that when Cas first saved him from Hell he was lost- parallels- Lucifer/Jess saying she was dead the moment she met Sam.

- 7x23: 8:50 “Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first.” Meg to Dean about Cas

- 7x23: 32:45 “I’m sorry but I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”

- 7x23: 36:50 Cas steps in to protect Dean despite spending the whole season avoiding fighting and saying he won’t fight.

- 8x2: 25:00 Cas ran away to keep the Leviathans away from Dean. Dean refuses to leave purgatory without Cas.

- 8x7: 20:30 Deans reaction to seeing Cas all cleaned up.

- 8x7: Dean convinced himself that it was his fault Cas was still in purgatory because he’s a sweet idiot boy who hates himself

- 8x7: 35:00 The whole Dean and Cas conversation about purgatory and Cas doing stuff that puts him in danger.

- 8x8: 12:30 Cas just casually going through Deans stuff and Dean not saying anything.

- 8x8: 13:00 Cas offering to watch over Dean while he slept

- 8x8: 15:15 Dean talks to Cas about feelings and heaven even though Dean hates talking about feelings.

- 8x17: Cas fights Naomi’s mind control for Dean

- 8x23: 22:50 Dean and Cas sadly discuss Cas closing the doors of heaven and say goodbye

- 9x1: Dean prays to Cas and tells him he isn’t mad about the angels falling.

- 9x1: Cas’ first instinct is to explain himself to Dean then to come help him.

- 9x1: Dean begs Cas to “for once, look out for yourself.”

- 9x3: 36:45 Dean to Cas after Cas came back from the dead “Don’t you ever do that again!”

- 9x6: Literally just Dean trying desperately the whole episode to hang out with Cas

- 9x10: 26:00 Dean and Cas talk about how Cas is doing and Dean offers him a rare sincere apology. Plus the “I prefer the term ‘trusting’. Less dumb, less ass.” dialogue

- 9x18: Cas’ little smile when Dean makes a joke about Honor Bars and Cas is just so happy to hear his voice.

- 9x18: Metatron’s illusion of Gabriel calls Cas Dean’s boy-toy

- 9x18: Cas can tell something is wrong with Dean, then Cas yells at Dean about getting the Mark of Cain

- 9x22: Cas chooses Dean over all of Heaven once again

- 9x22: The Cas and Dean conversation about the three of them being enough when an army wasn’t and Cas giving up an army all for Dean

- 9x23: “I’m blaming you for taking Cas’ grace.”

- 10x1: 5:00 Cas about Dean- “I miss him.”

- 10x2: 9:00 Cas’ reaction to learning that Dean is a demon

- 10x3: The conversation between Dean and Cas at the end of the episode. “You look terrible” “You on the other hand, your looking good.”

- 10x5: Deans reaction to Cas and Dean actors hugging and holding hands

- 10x5: “Put as much sub into that text as you possibly can.” *looks directly at fake Cas*

- 10x9: 15:00 Cas tells Dean he’s a good role model. Then asks him if he’s okay and when Dean lies and says he is he pushes it further. Dean makes Cas promise to kill him if he goes Dark

- 10x22: Dean and Cas fight and parallel Cain and his Wife.

- 10x23: Dean sees Cas’ bloody face in the mirror

- 11x1: Cas being more worried about Dean than himself even though Cas is under a spell that will kill him.

- 11x2: Dean calling Cas and stressing out when he doesn’t answer

- 11x3: Dean trying to coax Cas out of the attack dog spell, refusing to fight back when Cas was attacking, freaking out when Cas took a minute to wake up, refusing to let Cas heal him (because he “had it coming”), and refusing to let Cas apologize (because “there’s nothing to apologize for”).

- 11x10: “Dean, I came as soon as you called.” Also: “Stick your tongue out.” Dean-*does*

- 11x11: Dean realizing that something is wrong with Cas (while he is possessed by Lucifer)

- 11x11: Mildred says that Dean is pining for someone else(probably meant to be a reference to Amara, but she told him this after he had seen Cas for the first time in a few days.)

- 11x14: The sadness on Deans face when he realizes Cas is Lucifer and then his determination to save Cas

- 11x15: Dean getting kinda dark when he talks about what he’s willing to do to save Cas and he prioritizes saving Cas over bearing Amara.

- 11x17: Dean once again prioritizing saving Cas over saving the world. Sam reassuring Dean that they’ll save Cas (even though Dean didn’t say anything about what was upsetting him)

- 11x17: The camera zooming in on Dean after Michelle says that there is no normal after losing the man you love.

- 11x18: Dean refuses to put Lucifer in the cage or let him fight Amara while using Cas as his vessel.

- 11x18: The difference in the way Dean looks at Lucifer vs at Cas

- 11x18: Dean about Cas: “Lets go find that idiot and bring him home.”

- 11x19: Dean has been looking for leads non stop for a week since Amara took Cas

- 11x21: Amara uses Cas’s heart to find Dean, then shows Dean images of Cas beaten and bloodied to convince him to turn against Chuck

- 11x23: Dean’s face when he realizes Cas is back and Lucifer is gone.

- 11x23: Dean tells Cas he isn’t stupid and that he always helps

- 11x23: Cas: “Dean are you okay? How do you feel?”

- 11x23: Cas hugging Dean super tight before he goes off to die. Dean entrusting his life’s purpose (look after Sam) then thanking him for everything.

- 12x1: Cas seeing that Dean is alive and hugging him while his voice breaks.

- 12x1: Cas taking the job Dean have him very seriously

- 12x2: Dean adorably venting to Cas about his mommy-issues

- 12x3: Dean- “Morning sunshine want some coffee.” Cas- “No thank you.”

- 12x7: “Well at least I don’t look like a lumberjack.” They are such husbands

- 12x7: “Engaged in what Cas? killing you?”

- 12x8: Cas being so worried about what happened to Sam and DEAN that Kelly escaped.

- 12x9: Mary-“You left them!” Cas- *voice breaking* “Dean told me to go!” Also, just Cas looking so hard for them.

- 12x9: Cas blaming himself for Sam and Dean being taken

- 12x9 Cas knowing how long the boys have been gone down to the hour.

- 12x9: Cas’s voice and eyes when he hears Dean’s voice on the phone.

- 12x9: Cas killing Billie because “You mean too much to me” and “The world needs as many Winchesters as it can get.”

- 12x10: Poor Sam having to deal with Cas and Dean while they fight like an old married couple.

- 12x10: Dean immediately telling Ishim to go to hell when he insults Cas

- 12x10: Sam telling Dean to go to Cas when Dean thought Cas was in trouble

- 12x10: Cas immediately believing Dean about Ishim even though they’re mad at each other. Dean about to let Ishim kill him to save Cas.

- 12x10: Ishim comparing Dean and Cas’s relationship to Ishims relationship with his human lover, then saying he was going to cut Cas’s human weakness

- 12x11: “And Cas is my best friend.”

- 12x12: Dean about Cas- “My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here...”

- 12x12: Dean stressing out and voice breaking as he tries to comfort poisoned Cas

- 12x12: LITERALLY TOLD DEAN THAT HE LOVED HIM WHILE CAS WAS DYING

- 12x12: *looking at Dean* “I love you.” Then adds “I love all of you”

- 12x12: Cas- “Run.” Dean- “Cas, no.”

- 12x12: The look Dean gives Cas when he won’t stop staring at him after he’s healed.

- 12x14: Dean says some very harsh stuff to Mary after finding out the reason they Cas almost died at the lake house was because Mary was working for the British Men of Letters

- 12x15: Dean could tell something was up with Cas after talking to him for less than a minute, over the phone.

- 12x18: Sam trying to make Dean feel better about not hearing from Cas.

- 12x19: Dean literally always acting like a scorned wife when Cas comes back after long periods of time

- 12x19: Dean made Cas a mixtape

- 12x19: Cas- “I ~needed~ to came back here with a win for you.”

- 12x19: Cas- *gesturing between Dean and himself* “You mean... we?” Dean- “Yes, dumbass, we.”

- 12x23: Dean screaming for Cas when he attacks Lucifer and trying to chase after him forcing Sam to drag Dean back through the rift. A direct parallel to Dean pulling Sam away from Jess and the fire in Pilot

- 12x23: Dean kneeling next to Cas’s dead body looking up at the sky completely devastated.

- 13x1: Dean couldn’t bring himself to say dead when referring to Cas

- 13x1: Dean PRAYED to GOD to bring Cas back

- 13x1: “We just lost ~everything~. And now you’re gonna bring ~him~ back.”

- 13x1: Dean personally wrapping Cas’s body and giving him a hunters funeral.

- 13x1: The look of complete devastation on Dean’s face when he burns Cas’s body.

- 13x3: Dean refusing to help save Jack because he blames him for manipulating Cas and getting him killed.

- 13x4: The Empty to Cas: “I know what you love, what you fear. There is nothing for you back there.” He loves Dean and Cas fears that Dean doesn’t love him back.

- 13x5: Sam being worried about Dean who has given up all hope since Cas died.

- 13x5: Dean being so distressed thinking Cas is gone forever that he tries to kill himself

- 13x5: Dean seeing Cas alive again and they both have tears in their eyes.

- 13x6: Dean hugging Cas and saying he’s been gone for “too damn long”

- 13x6: Dean being immediately happier and nicer to everyone once Cas is back

- 13x6: Cas saying “Yes. Yes, he does” (in response to Jack saying Dean really likes cowboys) with the tone of an exhausted spouse.

- 13x6: “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”

- 13x6: Dean made Cas watch Tombstone with him.

- 13x6: Dean and Cas dresses like cowboy husbands.

- 13x6: Cas saying “I’m your huckleberry” to Dean in a deep accent and Dean looking away.

- 13x6: Their undercover names are Russel and Kilmer

- 13x14: The whole scene where Cas and Dean fight Gog/Magog and act like an old married couple.

- 13x14: The angry, dark look Cas gives Donatello when he tries to kill Dean

- 13x16: “Dean has him by the thigh!” Cas, jealously: “He ~what~?”

- 13x16: “and that includes the Cartwright twins.” Cas, again jealously: “what did you do with the Cartwright twins?”

- 13x19: Cas angrily confronting Naomi about forcing him to kill a bunch of Dean clones.

- 13x21: Cas secretly sliding Dean more pizza when Mary and Sam left the room.

- 13x21: Cas having to hold Dean back from going after Sam. Dean would have beat the shit out of anyone else who tried to stop him.

- 13x23: Cas trying to stop Dean from giving himself to Michael even if it meant losing Sam AND Jack

- 13x23: Cas sitting alone in the bum jet with tears in his eyes after Dean left

- 14x1: Demon: “How is it you lost Dean. I thought you two were joined at the... everything.”

- 14x1: Dean trying to save Cas from Lucifer then vs Cas trying to save Dean from Michael now

- 14x3: The look that Dean and Cas give each other when Dean comes home.

- 14x9: Cas almost being happy seeing Dean happy. And then having to force himself to not be happy so he doesn’t die.

- 14x12: Cas being phased at Dean for wanting to put himself in the box with Michael forever

- 14x14: Cas is the only Dean will let talk to him about Michael and be honest about how Dean feels

- 14x14: “No, it’s on us.”

- 14x14: Cas’s voice breaking when he talks about the possibility of Dean dying one day.

- 14x18: The pure self loathing in Cas’s eyes when he feels like he failed Dean by not telling him about Jack’s soul.

- 15x2: “You asked ‘what about all of this is real?’ We are.” THE MOST ROMANTIC LINE EVER. (Plus later Eileen and Sam have the same conversation but they get to kiss because homophobia)

- 15x9- 20:00 Dean said that they lost everyone they cared about, then added Cas specifically. Then he says “I had to bury him” not “we”

- 15x9- 23:00 Dean cries when he can’t find Cas. Then he prays to him and apologizes for letting him go. He falls to his knees praying to him and fully crying

- 15x12: “I created the world.” *shows Destiel*

- 15x15: This time when Dean sees Cas leaving the bunker, he stops him. (In reference to Cas saying “you didn’t stop me” when Dean got mad at him for leaving)

- 15x16: This is the the only version of Cas that rebelled for Dean. This universe is literally being saved repeatedly because of Cas’s love for Dean

- 15x18: CAS CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO DEAN then goes to mega hell for being gay

Anyway, Cas loves Dean and Dean LOVES HIM BACK, OKAY?!?!? Feel free to add more

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[sukunasbabymama]

My dear friend.

𖣓 Summary: Kazutora being your best friend and your partner is abusive.

𖣓 Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya.

𖣓 Word Count: 1.1K.

𖣓 Warnings: Cursing, Fem!reader, violence, mentions of killing.

𖣓 A/N: I don’t know what to put here, bye.

Kazutora hasn't experienced genuine love from someone outside of the members of his old gang till he meets you.

He met you one morning when he entered a full cafe to have his breakfast and didn’t find any seats. After you heard his loud cursing you offered him to sit at your table since you were gonna have your own breakfast alone. Y’all end up eating the same thing and talking a lot until it was time to go to work. Y’all exchanged numbers and went on your way to your flower shop and him to his pet shop.

You end up becoming good friends, to the point of even waiting for him at your shop to eat together almost every day. You told him you don’t have friends and he presented you his best friend Chifuyu and it ended up being a group of three.

When you told him you have a boyfriend he was suspicious, not because of your relationship, but because you just told him you didn’t have friends at all. As sharp -and bold- as ever he asked you right away if your boyfriend was abusive. You told him yes quietly.

“Elaborate right now, before I take a taxi to your house and wait for him.” He says quietly, his eyes suddenly cold.

“I— uhm… He’s not physical but– He… uhm… He insults me a lot, and it’s not very supportive of my small business, sometimes he can be– uh, he…” You fall silent and he puts a hand on the back of your neck in a reassuring way.

“It’s okay, continue when you feel like it.” You nod.

“He tends to compare me with his friend’s girlfriend every time I do something and he has this kind of behavior in public, that’s why I lost all my friends.” You shrug sadly.

“Do you love him?” Kazutora asks in a whisper, you shake your head. “Good, then it’s okay for me to beat his ass.”

“Wait, what?”

“You have to break up with him, and if I see him being a dumbass then I’m going to break his nose.” He says and you nod.

That conversation was several weeks ago.

Every time he asked you if you did it you changed subjects and at one point he understood that you were too scared and stopped asking you at all. But he wasn’t done, no. There’s no way in hell he was going to let you stay with a dumb fucker that doesn’t respect you.

And so, one night, he goes to your house uninvited. He was about to knock on the door when he heard some yelling.

“Stupid hoe can’t even dress according to the occasion!” A man was yelling.

“This is a cocktail dress!” You scream and it doesn’t take too much for Kazutora to understand that you were crying.

He knocks on the door and a couple of seconds later you open it.

“K-Kazu?” You gasp, your eyes are wide in shock at the presence of your dear friend. Not only is he at your apartment just when your boyfriend is yelling at you, but he’s also looking like he has murder on his mind. To say you were double scared was an understatement.

“Let me in.” Is all he says but you shake your head, shaking from the earlier argument and the new fear. “Y/N, please, move.”

And, as if the heavens were on Kazutora’s side, your boyfriend stood at your side.

“And who the fuck is this—,”

You don’t have time to react, your boyfriend either.

Before the abusive man can even finish his sentence, Kazutora grabs him by the collar of his shirt and push him inside the apartment. Because of how sudden everything was, your boyfriend trips over his own feet and falls. This doesn’t stop Kazutora.

“Close the door, Y/N” He says, his voice as calm as ever. And you do as you’re told, calmly closing the door behind you.

As soon as the click is heard, Kazutora lands a punch right on your boyfriend’s nose. You don’t say anything.

“Tell me, who’s the dumb bitch you’ve been talking about for months, uhm?” Kazutora says with a fake smile, he lands another punch with the same calm demeanor and fake smile. “I don’t see it, where’s the stupid hoe you were yelling before?”

In silence, you start to walk to your room, you take a bag and put all the things that belong to the abusive man inside. When you walk out of the room, he’s almost passing out, his face bloody and his eyes unfocused, while Kazutora has blood on his face and fist but still looks calm.

“P-please, please, I’m sorry for disrespecting you, I’m not a man, I-i don’t deserve you” Your now ex says between sobs, he looks at Kazutora for approval, but the long-haired man is looking at you, waiting for an answer.

“I won't forgive you.” You quietly say, Kazutora nods and slaps the man. “You don’t deserve closure while I’m gonna need months of healing from all the shit you said to me. Please get out of my house.”

“And of her life.” Kazutora grunts, getting close to the man’s face. “I will be coming here on the regular and if I hear about you bothering her, I’m gonna kill you. I’m letting you go now out of human decency, try not to get your dumbass killed by me, I have no problem doing it.”

You tremble slightly because something tells you that your friend isn’t joking, but you’ve never seen him even uncomfortable so you are not sure. But whatever, at least you’re now free.

The man takes the bag you throw him and runs out of your house, when Kazutora locks the door behind him you jump on him, he catches you and hugs you back, your legs around his waist and your face on his neck, you sob.

“Thank you so much.” You say quietly, he hums.

“No more unhealthy relationships in your life, okay? I’m here now.” You nod.

“I-I love you.” You say and he chuckles. “Thanks for being the best friend ever.”

“I love you too, love, let me wash my hands before I keep on staining your dress with blood.” He says putting you on the floor. “Then we can go out as you initially planned.”

“After you clean my damn floor, yeah, we can.” His face drops.

“Can I do it later?”

“No.”

“Fuck you.”

“You just said you love me.”

“I was lying.”

“You were?” You smirk.

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

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inspirational ~ corpse husband

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request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

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Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires  by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

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Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Bakugou

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O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Public Acts

“ORCHID don’t start.” you groaned as you typed in some coordinates.

“I have to! Y/N have you lost your mind?!”

You didn't think arguing with your AI companion was a great way to start the day, yet here you were.

A hologram of a girl in a school uniform with a giant hairbow secures atop shiny silver pigtails appeared on your screen.

"Y/N-"

“Save it, okay?!” you leaned back in your seat. “It’s for Izu-kun.”

“A WHOLE ASS VILLAIN.” ORCHID emphasized. “Y/N-”

“Shut it!” you snapped. “Get me coordinates for the fight that happened the other day.”

“Fetching coordinates....Y/N, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing will as long as....as long as Izuku isn’t planning to trick me.”

“I’ve erased all your records of living here so no one will tie your landlord’s disappearance to you.”

“Cool. We gotta go mobile until we can set you up somewhere.”

You watched as each computer began folding on itself into a little compact laptop shaped apparatus. You grabbed the new travel sized AI and shoved it into a backpack.

“I’ve connected myself to your wristwatch.”

Before you could turn around, Izuku walked around the corner. He stretched his arms above his head. He had stayed over after the night you two had. You had snuck out of bed to pack up everything as he instructed.

“Hey Y/N...ready already?” he yawned. He was very disheveled, hair all over the place.

“I don’t own much.” you replied shortly. “All I have that is super important are my suits and O.R.C.H.I.D.”

“Right.” he gave a single nod. “The guys are expecting you already so we can go whenever you want.”

“Right.” you repeated his words. “We could-...There’s no need to stay here y’know...”

“Of course. Don’t worry, the warehouse will feel just like home.”

“I’ll bet.”

...

You stood outside a weird looking building. You shifted all your weight to one side with a hand on your hip. Izuku pressed a random button on an intercom. “Hey fuck face, let me in!” He had slipped his hand into yours, causing you to feel warm inside. It felt almost nice.

“Everyone’s waiting.” he spoke as you both walked down the hall. “I warn you now, some might be more on board than others.”

“You can say it, Bakugou.” you scoffed. “Who cares what he thinks?” you grumbled. “I did not care about his opinions then, you think I care now?”

“Great! You’ll fit right in here.” he chuckled. “HEY, Y/N’S HERE!” he yelled once he got to a place that looked like a boardroom. It looked very...not like the outside. It was kind of professional looking.

Every chair in the room spun around and you were met by an unsettling amount of familiar faces. Instead of innocent, bright eyes boys they were all scary looking and rugged men. They had all changed intensely.

“Old classmate.” Tenya Iida lowered his glasses. He was sitting in the chair closest to you. “Glad you could join us.”

“How nice to see you after your little show.” followed Denki.

“Glad you see it our way!” Kirishima laughed.

“Good to have you...baby~” Shoto, who had been facing an open window turned to you with a wink.

“Fuck you.” you snarled, those old feelings rising up.

“Still haven’t forgiven me?” he smirked.

“Izuku I swear to-” you almost raised your fist, but luckily O.R.C.H.I.D cut through the air with her voice.

“Not to interrupt but can we set me up now?”

“Where can I set up my AI?” you turned to Izuku with a sigh, deciding that making anyone mad wasn’t on the menu.

“What’s so great about a stupid computer!” a new voice huffed. Katsuki pushed passed you two, rubbing the back of his head. He has obviously just woken up.

“Okay first of all it’s not a stupid computer. It’s too advanced for people like you guys.” you placed the flat disk on the table.

“Speak your password?”

“Princess.” you spoke loud and clearly.

“Princess? Vain are we?” Shoto turned towards you with an amused grin

“Within my own right.” you huffed.

Everyone watched as it turned into a huge quite literal ‘super’ computer. O.R.C.H.I.D’S avatar appeared on screen. “Welcome back!”

“Alright O.R.C.H.I.D.” You grabbed the handheld keyboard. “Where are the nanobots?” you hummed.

“I built them in my mainframe.”

“Show me...outside.” you ignored the slightly surprised glances your received as every monitor displayed a different part of the parking lot.

“This will be perfect for the heist tonight...”Kirishima commented. “This thing will have us in and out in no time.”

“-and since Bakugou was so welcoming towards Y/N, she’ll be your partner for the night.”Izuku cut in. “He’ll be the one to walk you through your initiation.”

“WHAT?”

“Deal with it.” Izuku scoffed. “Maybe she can keep your dumb ass under control so you don’t expose us like last time.”

“I ALWAYS WORK ALONE.”

“Not anymore!”

You watched as Bakugou sent a glare your way.

“Cool?” you raised an eyebrow.

... (fast forward)

“O.R.C.H.I.D, Scan the area.” you whispered into your watch. “There’s five guards, they’re understaffed today?”

“How do you know all that?” Bakugou boredly leaned against an alley wall..

“Look.” you held out your phone to him. He stared at you like you had 8 heads for a minute before he grabbed the phone from you. “Shit...maybe you aren’t so useless.”

“I never was.” you sighed. “O.R.C.H.I.D, preform action takedown.”

“As you wish.”

Every single guard collapsed in place. “Tell the others to go, they have 20 minutes before the effects wear off.”

“Heard you loud and clear babe.” Izuku’s voice could be heard in your earpiece.  “You’re good at this, you’ll be a natural in no time!”

“God why did they stick me in a skirt. These things suck.” you whined. You noticed Bakugou was staring at you for a long time, as if trying to see something you couldn’t.

“You really are different than how you used to be.” Katsuki grumbled.

“Glad you noticed. Puberty does that.” you rolled your eyes.

“Not what I meant!” he barked in reply. “Damnit you act like you’re above everyone!”

“Does that sound familiar?” you glared at him with a vengeance. “I seem to remember you had quite the superiority complex towards me...the extra.” you seethed the word he used to call you and everyone else below him. He had gone completely quiet now.

(Flashback)...

You looked at your camera lens, giving the thumbs up to Momo who stood up straight.

“Did you get my good side?”

“You look great!” you gave her a finger gun. It was graduation day and you were busy getting pictures of everyone to post on your famous Heroes Of The Future blog. 10 million viewers a week. As you pretended to shoot your little finger gun, you noticed a little pastel pink colored fizz come out of your finger.

“What the-”

“Hey, L/N!” a voice howled with laughter. Katsuki strode past the crowd of people. “Just wanted to let you know to stay out my way while your busy taking pictures from the sidelines. I’d hate to see the least useless person in the school get pancaked.”

“The only reason I’m not gonna punch your lights out is because for some reason Izuku considers you a friend. So get out of my way.” you glowered. As you walked away, Bakugou stared at your back.

He went to follow you, to tell you what he had been really meaning to say...that he was sorry you ended up with an asshole like Todoroki...or somethin’

but you had already joined your other friends.

...(Flashback end)

“I’m not the same stupid kid you know.” he grumbled. “People chance.”

“Neither am I...”were the last words you spoke before you tapped away at your screen. Izuku had promised you that your first heist wouldn’t involve any super harsh villain work, at least until you got out of your hero mindset.

“Someone’s coming your way. You gotta distract them, Y/N.” you heard in your earpiece

“Or kill them...your choice.” Came Denki’s voice. “I’d kill them but, your choice, babysteps, cutie!.”

Like they said, a guard came running around the corner charging for you and Bakugou. Before Katsuki could do anything, you grabbed the attackers arm and gave them a face full of radioactive plasma to the face. “O.R.C.H.I.D, Shockwave!”

“As you wish!”

The attacker was practically turned into dust. Was killing a bad person like reverse psychology? Probably. A bad person killing a bad person? Could you even call yourself a bad person. You had never used your quirk for anything other than saving stray kittens from trees.

This was years different.

“Someone else is coming! Be prepared.”

You looked to Bakugou seeing if he had any bright ideas. Before you knew it, he had grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall, covering your body with his. “What are you-”

You were thinking more along the lines of. He used his quirk next...but this worked too.

Bakugou crashed his mouth over yours, claiming your mouth in a very lewd looking and sounding kiss. He had a fistful of your hair in one hand while the other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up. He grinded his body against yours.

The more he went on, the more compromising it looked. Whoever had walked around the corner saw. They saw everything. They saw Bakugou anchor his head to kiss a harsh line down your neck and jaw. They saw his hands trail up under your clothes. They even saw his hands creep under your skirt.

“Do you mind?” Bakugou’s glare scared the stranger cold. “I don’t like an audience.” he snarled, holding out a hand. “BEAT IT!” he barked.

Whoever had bolted off and left you both alone, but that didn’t stop Katsuki from slowly pulling down your panties. “The nerve of some people.” he shook his head.

“Bakuou what are you-”

“Shut it! the quieter you are, the more fun we can have.” he smirked. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he chuckled. “I ain’t passing this up. You aren’t either.” he hooked one of your legs around his shoulders as he drove his tongue up your slit.

You first instinct was to very abruptly slap a hand over your mouth. You were shaking instantly. He laughed harshly as he lashed his tongue against your clit.

“You and everyone else.” you groaned, feeling your legs shake. It was like you were in a fan fiction or something. “W-we can’t do this here-Ungh..” you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Oh yes we can, we can do this right here and no one is gonna say shit about it unless they wanna be in a fucking wheelchair, drinking out of a straw for the rest of their lives.” he growled. “You’re rocking your hips against my tongue like a little slut. You want this just as much as I do!” he cooed between harsh licks. “You’re a little whore for me aren’t you? Is daddy gonna teach you to be a good villain? hm?” he thrust a finger into your wetness, making you let out a cry.

He held your hips down, making it hard to move beneath his devilish mouth. He was being mean on purpose. He laid lewd, wet, and loud open mouthed kisses along your sex.

“K-katsuki.” you whimpered. “This feels dirty.”

“Awww...it’s supposed to.” he mocked your bashfulness. He fumbled with his belt as he rose to his feet. His pants dropped to his knees, then pooled on the ground. “I’m gonna fuck you like this, just like this.” he hoisted you up and pushed you further against the wall, inching himself inside of you.

“K-katsuki!~” you whined. “It’s s-so...”

“So big? So thick? Hell the fuck yeah it is.” he laughed. “You like being man-handled by me don’t you.” he slowly thrust himself into you. “Like a little slut. Face it, you want to be my extra. You love being below me because your a little fucking whore.” he snarled as his thrusts grew more and more strong. “You can’t even stay quiet on a fucking mission because you want some cock so fucking bad.” he insulted you.

Your legs couldn’t move, shit you had been shaking so much you didn’t even realize that two more people had walked by and very quickly fled after a threat from the man using you as a sex doll.

You were first to cum. You practically exploded, feeling every emotion you had release all over his length. Bakugou came shortly after, filling up your tight hole to the brim. To the point where it spilled on the ground.

“Good girl.” he threw his head back. “V-very good girl. Shit...” he messily crashed his mouth over yours against, practically invading your mouth with his tongue to which you shyly responded with affections of your own. “Maybe this was a good idea after all.”

It was all good until you realized....your earpiece was still on...and that everyone could heard you.

O.R.C.H.I.D: Next Episode Unlocked!-  Todoroki (Read Now!)

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You’ve been up for maybe twenty minutes when Schlatt finally wakes up beside you. You can tell he’s awake by the way he rolls clumsily towards you and shoves his face into your stomach.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greet him.

You get a groan muffled in your stomach in response.

“Big mood.”

Schlatt lifts his head up, “You talk like someone in gen z.”

“I am gen z.”

“Disgusting.”

You laugh and push Schlatt’s hair out of his face for him, “You know you’re also gen z.”

“I don’t claim them.”

“So, everyone in the world from age twenty four to six you don’t claim to be a part of?”

“I’m a forty-year-old from Kansas.”

“Oh.”

“You’re okay with that, right?”

“Let me think.”

You tilt your head to the side, pretending to consider the reality in which you’re dating a Kansan twice your age.

“Nope, too weird,” you decide, “I’m breaking up with you.”

You try to climb out of bed but Schlatt holds you back. Using his remaining grogginess against him, you’re able to pull yourself from his grip and evade his attempt to grab you again. You start to leave the bedroom.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t still love me if I was a middle-aged man from Kansas?”

“Yes,” you call over your shoulder.

You continue out of the room and into the kitchen where you start the coffee pot. When you return to your bedroom, Schlatt is sat up and checking his phone. After you get ready, he’s gone from the room. You find him on the couch in the living room with a cup of coffee; you make your own and join him.

“Um, excuse me,” Schlatt protests, “This couch is for loyal boyfriends only.”

“Do you want me to pull up the Schlinx videos? Because I will.”

“...touché.”

“Mhm.”

You check your phone for anything important as the news plays on the TV; the current story is something about a soup kitchen that’s got an influx of volunteers recently.

“When’s big brother picking you up?” Schlatt asks during the commercial break.

“Eleven.”

“I’m depending on you to not let Ted sully my good name to your mother before dinner later.”

“Maybe if you didn’t do anything that would ‘sully your good name’ we wouldn’t have that problem.”

“If that’s who I was, I’d be a completely different person.”

You hum in agreement.

“And we wouldn’t want that.”

You don’t respond this time, anxieties about your dinner later tonight numbing your mind to anything else. Your mother is in town for the first time since you and Schlatt got together. You had been “talking” when she visited last, but that’s hardly meet-the-parents worthy.

Now, however, you’ve been dating Schlatt for about six months and have been living together for a few weeks. You two are in this for the long run and your mother’s approval is very important to you.

“Babe, you good?”

Schlatt’s voice is softer than normal in his “I’m being genuine” way, a tone of voice saved almost exclusively for you. He’s looking at you with mild concern which is likely a result of your silence and possible ignoring of something he said previous.

“Yeah,” you lie too quickly.

He gives you a look.

“I am very very nervous about you meeting my mom,” you immediately concede.

“Y/N-“

“And I know- I know her approval or blessing or whatever isn’t going to be a deal breaker but I just really care about what she thinks. She’s always supported me. Like, as a son and a person. When dad wanted space from me when I came out, she convinced him to let me stay. She is so so important to me. What she thinks is important to me.”

Schlatt is quiet as you talk, listening intently and waiting for you to finish.

“And I love you. I really really do. I don’t want you to change; I love who you are. It’s just that my family’s really protective of me and you’re kind of... you. ...y’know?”

“I know.”

“Especially when it comes to first impressions. I just-... I want her to give you a chance.”

Schlatt remains quiet after you’ve said your piece for several moments, thinking of how best to respond.

“Don’t you think, for you, she would? Give me a chance?”

You look over at him, having looked away during your anxious monologue.

“I haven’t met much of your family yet,” Schlatt says. “But I do know Ted. And I know he adores you, as much as he bullies you. And even though you’re a child of satan over half the time, the entirety of the internet adores you just as much. If that’s any indication, I think that no matter how much of a dickwad I come off as at first, your mom will wait to actually get to know me before passing verdict. Because you’re her darling baby boy.”

“May I request you try to come off as little of a dickwad as possible?”

“I don’t know if that’s in my vocabulary.”

“That’s doesn’t make sense.”

“Doesn’t it?”

You blink at him confusedly, “...n-no?”

Schlatt laughs and you chuckle, knowing he only meant to confuse you.

There’s a knock at the door. A glance at your phone tells you you missed Ted’s “I’m headed up, please don’t be naked” text. You stand to get the door, but Schlatt calls you back. He stands and looks at you.

“Even if your mom doesn’t love me immediately, which is highly unlikely-“

“Eh...”

“It’s highly unlikely but in that case, she loves you. Your word- and hopefully Ted’s, too, unless he’s being a bitch- should mean more than my... ahem, brutish personality.”

“I like to think of it as a persona.”

“Nah, I’m just built different.”

“Sorry, what was that about not being gen z?”

Schlatt moves to make a run for it, “Boys, we’ve been made.”

You laugh and grab his hand to keep him from running. He comes back to stand in front of you. He cups your face.

“If it makes you feel better, I will try to be on my best behavior tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t know how little of a dickwad that will make me, but...”

“Hopefully, one day, she will eventually come to love you, dickwad-ness and all.”

Schlatt laughs, “One day.”

He kisses you.

There’s another knock at the door, louder this time.

Schlatt nudges you towards the door, “Alright, go have brunch before your brother breaks in and accuses me of murdering you again.”

You hesitate, “What do you mean again?”

“...Have a good brunch!”

Schlatt quickly retreats into your bedroom and you roll your eyes, continuing toward the door.

“I’ll see you later. Love you!”

“Love you, too!” Schlatt yells back from the bedroom.

You open the door and there stands your brother, Ted.

“What took so long?” he asks, stepping inside so you can put your shoes on.

“What happened to greeting your brother?” you counter.

“Is that you avoiding telling me you were sucking Schlatt’s dick?”

“If you must know, we were having a very deep and meaningful conversation,” you say, standing from tying your shoes.

As you grab a jacket, Ted says, “...is that code for giving head?”

“Y’know, with how often you mention sucking dick, someone might think you’re the gay brother and not me.”

Ted grabs the back of your head and shoves you forward playfully, “Shut up.”

You laugh and step out of the apartment, head down to street level where Ted has parked his car. Waiting for you in the passenger seat, is your mom, who opens the door and gets out upon seeing you.

“N/N!” she greets you happily, immediately pulling you into a hug.

The three of you are soon off to the diner you’d picked out for brunch, worries about Schlatt meeting your mother quelled for now as you focus on spending time with your family. You can deal with your dickwad of a boyfriend later.

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