#as if you were pressing the head of a guy who owed you money against the cold ground of a parking lot

[cryptixotic]

i don't share sketches often enough on here - Here are some misadventures straight out of the East Blue :•)

[persefolli]

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

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Frozen in place you held your sore cheek with tears in your eyes. You looked up at Toji, with glossy eyes and a pout.

“Five fucking hundred. Five hundred short.”

“Toji I-”

He held his hand up, shushing you. He shook his head and set the crumpled bills on the table. “How fucking dumb do you have to be to lose 500.”

“M’sorry Toji..I was- Maybe he was lying-.”

“You didn’t count the fucking money?!” He yelled. “You just took his word for it? You were so eager to spread your fucking legs you just believed him?”

The tears that threatened your waterline came spilling down your cheeks. At this Toji grumbled, running his hand down his face to refrain from hitting you again. 

“He usually gives me the right amount.” You whimpered. In hindsight, yes you should've counted, but you let your guard down. This was one of your frequent customers, and he’d never skimmed you before.

“Shut- Shut the fuck up Y/n.” He yelled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He pondered for a moment, before turning and looking at you with a bored expression.

“We’re going to the club.”

“Toji-”

He stormed up to you and pressed his chest against you, shutting you up and intimidating you. “I won't repeat myself. And we won't come back until you have my money. You will fuck every guy you lay your eyes on if that's what it'll take.”

You stammered but ultimately gave up. He grabbed his car keys off the table and snatched you by your wrists, pulling you along with him. He practically threw you into the passenger seat of his car and got in the driver's seat, pulling out of his driveway.

Toji was a reckless driver, gripping the steering wheel and swerving around every car that stopped him from going over 100. He sped past red lights and nearly missed pedestrians. Your stomach was flipping, and you held on tightly to the dashboard of the car. After what felt like seconds, he came to a screeching stop in front of a restaurant, where a lot of men were sitting at a table outside, drinking and laughing.

“Watch, and learn your lesson.” He said before stepping out of the car.

You watched nervously as he circled the car and approached the table of men. You noticed your customer, the man who scammed you laughing along with the people at the table. Toji snatched up the drunken man and began laying blows on his face. You watched in fear as he beat him down in public, yelling expletives and drawing blood.

The man fell to the ground, and Toji reached down for his wallet, pulling out a wad of cash and counting it, before spitting on the man and returning to the car. 

You sniffled, wiping the now dried tears from your face. “I got my money back. But you still owe me 500.” He said.

He pulled the stick shift and began driving again. You began to grow nervous again, recognizing the route he was taking. He was taking you to one of his clubs, the one he sent his girls to when they got in trouble. Toji’s clubs in Tokyo were a no man’s land. Anything could fly there, as long as it wasnt disrespecting him, or his name. In your case, it was a brothel. 

Pulling into the club, the car door was opened and you were helped out by one of the valet workers. Toji walked behind you and pushed you forward, leading  you inside. Through the lobby, the dance floor, and to the back part of the club where the high-rollers chilled.

You recognized a few of them from the other times you came to the club, but never had to interact with one since you were usually in Toji's lap. “You better work your magic.” He said threateningly in your ear. You departed from him, walking towards a drunk man who was rolling dice and laughing while drinking champagne.

“What a pretty little thing.” The man scooted forward taking notice of you. You knew of him,  being married but having fat pockets. A session with him would get you back into Toji’s good graces quickly.

The man scooted forward. “Your name is?”

“Y/n.” You said meekly.

The man looked you up and down before smiling. “You one of Toji’s girls.” He tilted his head. “Must be my lucky day, he doesn't let me touch any of you. Like what you see?”

You internally screamed, gagging and cringing at the fact that he thought you willingly wanted him.

You smiled and nodded. He pulled you into his lap and he began groping at your breasts, squeezing tightly and groaning. You kept your composure as he had his way, grabbing and pinching at your flesh.

“Why don’t we take this to the back.” You suggested. In Toji’s clubs, he had plenty of rooms people could use for their ‘activities’. Meetings, drug dealings, strippers, and sex. Toji’s clubs was a safe space for the people who lived on the dark side of Tokyo.

Once in the room, he pulled you back onto his lap, running his hand down the navel of your chest, trialing it back up and giving your left breast a squeeze. He let out a low hum, looking back up at you for your approval. 

You gave him a smile before reciting your- well, Toji’s rules. “No biting, no bruises, no hair pulling.” 

“Well that's no fun sweetheart.” 

“You know the rules.” You responded sternly.

The man rolled his eyes and let out a groan. He worked off your jacket, and pulled at the straps of your dress, ravaging your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipples like there was no tomorrow.

You yelped as the man quickly pinned you against the couch, hovering over you as he continued his attack on your neck. It felt strange, you could tell he wanted to actually indulge in you, but the fear of Toji was instilled in him, so he held back. He looped his finger around your underwear and pulled them down, before moving to unbuckle his black, leather belt. 

You turned your head to avoid the drunken man's gaze, but he grabbed your chin to face him. “I’ve only been able to dream of fucking you.” He pulled out his member, which was decently sized, but never as big as Toji. “The least you can do is…look at me.” He grunted as he sank into you. You gasped, gaping your mouth wide feeling the stretch. He propped himself up, using his hands and dropped his head, not even looking at you like he was before. The man thrusted into you, whimpering and groaning as he fucked you.

You let out short moans, satisfactory for him. When you had sex with clients, or at least when you used to, you learned to detach, often not seeking a climax. The only man who made you orgasm was Toji, which was another reason you were so attached to him.

You projected your moans, making them pornographic. The more dramatic you sounded, the more they paid. It was funny how much you could boost a man’s ego by moaning loudly. 

“Fuck im gonna-” The man grunted on top of you, coming and reaching his climax. That didn’t take long. He collapsed onto you and panting into the crook of your neck. You pulled yourself from underneath him and pulled up your underwear quickly. 

“Man that was amazing.” The man sat up and pulled his boxers on. WIthout concern for his pants, he grabbed his wallet and grabbed a wad of cash. He didn’t even count before handing it to you. You flicked through the bills and counted mentally, sighing in relief at the total.

You didn’t say goodbye to him before leaving the room. You scrambled down the hall, looking for Toji. As usual, you found him in the private room that also doubled as his ‘office’. It gave him a full view of the dance floor and club below.

“What's this hm?” he questioned as you entered his office. You set the wad of cash on his desk and he sat up, taking the bills. 

“Come here.” He motioned for you to come behind his desk.  

He didn’t have to instruct you further. You knew  what he wanted you to do while he counted your earnings. You got on your knees and unzipped his pants, pulling out his member and stroking it.

He let out a low hum and began flipping through the bills himself.

You began throating and sucking on his member, closing your eyes and savoring his taste. You knew you’d stressed him out in the past few hours, so this was your way of apologizing. You closed your eyes and gagged around him, drooling all over his shaft so he slid in and out easier.

“1200, " he said, shifting and setting the money on his desk. “You outdid your- fuck.”

He placed his large hand over your head and guided you along his length. Toji bucked his hips and bit his lip to suppress his moans. He was a shameless sex addict, so he took pride in being vocal.

“Im gonna- Oh fuck girl, you swallow it.” He pushed his rough hands against your head, and wormed his hips around, spilling his load into your mouth. You swallowed with ease, and when you pulled away, Toji used his thumb to wipe the excess off the corner of your lip. 

Toji pat your head silently before standing up and readjusting himself. He took a part of the stack of cash and stuck it in your bra, where he always put it. When his back was turned you counted out the bills. $300. 

[munson-blurbs]

You want angst? I got some angst for you. Best friend!reader who has been in love with Eddie for years and he finally starts to date her. But then she finds out it’s only because he’s trying to get over Chrissy. I love youuuu 💚

- @corroded-hellfire xoxo

You: Eddie x Reader angst, please. Me: Chrissy x Reader fluff? You got it!

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ minors DNI), bisexual!Reader, bisexual!Chrissy, mention of male masturbation, allusion to dacryphilia, Eddie is an idiot and not in a cute way

WC: 2.3k

A/N: My first time writing Chrissy x Reader; please be kind!

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If someone took a Hellfire Club meeting, subtracted the matching shirts, and added beer, it would equal Jeff’s graduation party. The guys just finished a D&D campaign and are now hanging out in the kitchen, arguing over who gets to choose the radio station. 

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs in your ear, one arm slung over your shoulder, “will you please tell Henderson that Duran Duran is not party music?” You giggle as he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. Back at the start of senior year–your first and only, his third and last–the two of you were just friends, but you’d always hoped for something more. So when he kissed you on Halloween, tasting like cigarettes and Reese's peanut butter cups, it was practically a dream come true.

Dustin rolls his eyes and flips him off. “Stop making your girlfriend do all your dirty work for you.” He leans over and turns the volume up even louder, shooting Eddie a smug look.

“Aww, but I love when she does dirty stuff,” Eddie taunts, and you smack the back of your hand against his chest. “Ow!”

“Don’t be gross,” you warn him, but when he brings his arm around your waist and pulls you in for another kiss, your irritation melts away. You can hear Mike Wheeler making retching noises, but you’re too wrapped up in Eddie to care.

You finally break away to excuse yourself to the restroom, both your lips and Eddie’s swollen from the day’s various makeout sessions. The whole summer stretches ahead of you, and you plan on spending as much of it with Eddie as possible before you leave for college. The two of you already have a plan: he’ll stay in Hawkins for a year to work at the plant with Wayne, save up money, and move to Indianapolis with you. You’ll live on campus until Eddie comes, and then you can get an apartment together.

You’re reapplying lip gloss when you hear your name come up in conversation, and your ears prick up.

“So, you and Y/N got it all figured out?” Gareth asks your boyfriend, who relays your future plans to his friend.

“Nice,” Jeff chimes in, clapping Eddie on the back. “We’re happy for you, dude.”

“Yeah, man,” says Lucas. “And we’re especially glad you’re finally over Chrissy.”

You can’t help the way your face falls slightly. It’s no secret that Eddie had harbored a crush on the head cheerleader for years, but you still feel a pathetic twinge of jealousy at the mention of her name. But he’s yours now, you remind yourself, trying to cheer up.

Jeff’s laugh interrupts your thoughts. “I told you; there’s no better way to get over Chrissy than to get Y/N under you.”

“Shut up, man!” Eddie hisses, but it’s too late. You’ve heard everything.

The guys are silent as the bathroom door slowly creaks open. Tears are falling from your eyes, sliding down the cheeks that Eddie had just kissed moments earlier. “I-I’m gonna go,” you choke out, grabbing your bag and dashing out of Jeff’s house as fast as your legs will carry you.

“Shit—sweetheart, wait!” Eddie calls out, running after you. You ignore him, but he catches up in just a few strides. “Baby, baby, please talk to me.”

“Why did you kiss me on Halloween?” you blurt out, swiping at your eyes. “Tell me!”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. “I was selling at a party, and I saw Chrissy leave with Carver,” he mumbles. “And the guys said that you had a crush on me and—and that I should just go for it, because I needed to move on from her…”

“And I wouldn’t say no,” you finish for him, a harsh laugh leaving your throat. “You could get your dick wet and I wouldn’t know any better, is that it?”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, vehemently denying your accusation. “No, baby, I—”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” you seethe, clenching your fists. 

It’s Eddie’s turn to cry now, and a sliver of satisfaction worms its way into your pain. “It was never about sex,” he says softly. “Yeah, okay, I asked you out to get over her. But I genuinely love you, okay? God, I love you so fucking much.” He reaches for your hands, but you pull them away and turn back towards your car. 

“No, you don’t,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. “Maybe you think you do, but when you love someone, you don’t fuck with their emotions like you did. Tell me, what would you have done if the kiss wasn’t good? Or you didn’t like being with me? Would you have kept on pretending? For how long?” 

Eddie’s silent, gnawing at his lower lip. “I-I don’t know,” he finally stammers out. 

Through misty eyes, you take one last look at him. “Did it work, Eddie? If Chrissy Cunningham showed up right now and professed her love for you, who would you choose?” His hesitation tells you everything you need to know. “That’s what I fucking thought.” You yank open the driver’s side door and slam it shut before speeding down the road. 

~

With the help of your friends and myriad flavors of Haagen-Daaz, you’d managed to get through your first Eddie-less summer in years. Even before you were dating, you’d been attached at the hip. Now, you've done your best to avoid him. 

College move-in day comes and goes, and you eagerly anticipate the first day of classes. The campus is huge, so when you finally find your English lit class in Kinney Hall, you plop into the first available seat. 

What you don’t realize is that you’ve chosen to sit right next to Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

“Y/N, right?” she asks. Her strawberry blonde hair falls in gentle waves. “It’s so nice to see a familiar face around here. That whole ‘small fish, big pond’ saying is totally true.”

“Mhm,” you reply tersely. You have to mentally tell yourself that she’s not at fault here, and you attempt to smile. 

Chrissy picks up on your resistance. “Is everything okay?” Worry creases her forehead, and you realize she’s genuinely concerned. 

You sigh. “It’s a long story; wanna grab coffee after class?”

“I’d love that.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand, and you feel a spark jolt through your body. 

~

You relay the saga to Chrissy over steaming lattes in the dining hall. Her crystal blue eyes widen when she hears how Eddie used you to move on from his crush on her. 

“What a little weasel!” she shouts, slapping her hand over her mouth when other students glare at her. “Men are the absolute worst.” She takes a sip of her coffee. 

You raise your eyebrows. “I take it you and Jason…”

Chrissy scoffs. “Over and out. He dumped me the day before I left, saying he ‘didn’t wanna be tied down,’ which is basically code for ‘I wanna fuck a bunch of sorority girls.”

“Well, now you can fuck a bunch of frat guys,” you jokingly offer. 

“Yeah,” she muses, averting her gaze to the ground, “or…or sorority girls.”

Oh. 

“Cool,” you say slowly. “I didn’t know…I mean, I’m really glad you can be yourself.” Why are you getting so tongue-tied around her? Sure, she’s beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and understanding…

Oh. 

~

The first time you kiss Chrissy Cunningham is in her dorm room. You’re both sitting cross-legged on the bed, proofreading each other’s midterm essays. 

“You know,” she starts, “I was always jealous of you in high school.” She laughs at the bewildered expression on your face. “I’m serious! Don’t give me that look!”

“I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that the Queen of Hawkins High was jealous of me.”

Chrissy giggles again, and the sound is music to your ears. “I felt like I had to try so hard to be a version of myself that other people liked, even if I didn’t. But you’ve always been so…authentic. And people loved that about you.” 

“Well, I wanted to look as cute as you did in a cheerleader uniform, so we’re even.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission, and you try to move on. “Plus, you were always so nice to everyone. Like, you could’ve been a total bitch to anyone who was different, but you weren’t. Which, by the way, made it nearly impossible to hate you after the whole Eddie fiasco.”

But Chrissy’s still caught up on what you’d said previously. “You thought I looked cute?” A blush creeps into her cheeks. 

“Uh-huh,” you murmur, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Still do.” Before you can chicken out, you press your lips to hers. She tastes like strawberries, and you can’t get over how soft she is. It’s like you were made to kiss each other. 

You’re both wanting for one another, but nothing’s rushed or too hungry. Chrissy makes her way onto your lap, straddling your waist as though she’s done it a thousand times before. It’s not until you hook your pointer finger through her belt loop and tug her a bit closer that she realizes what she’s done. 

“Shit, I-I’m sorry,” she stutters. “Got lost in the moment, I guess.”

You shake your head. “No, I liked it. A lot.” Your nerves ease when you feel hers do the same, and you both smile. 

Chrissy presses her forehead to yours. “You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” she murmurs. Not used to receiving compliments, you just start to kiss her again. You never want to stop. 

~

The two of you become inseparable, with all of your new friends declaring you campus’ cutest couple. You practically live in each other’s dorm room, snuggled up in tiny twin beds. 

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. 

So it’s no surprise that you continue this when you return to Hawkins for the holidays. You’re in your kitchen, watching Chrissy pour a bag of chocolate chips into a bowl of raw cookie dough. 

“You’re a natural, babe,” you tease. “Have you considered dropping out of college and going to culinary school?”

She plays along, draping her arms over your shoulders and saying, “but I would miss my pretty girlfriend too much!” Her dramatic pout makes you smile, and you kiss it tenderly. 

The doorbell rings, and you offer to get it while Chrissy mixes in the chocolate. 

You swing open the door, expecting to see your mom carrying in the groceries. Instead, Eddie’s standing there. His face lights up when he looks at you, completely juxtaposing your scowl.

“What do you want?” You can’t hide the anger in your voice; quite frankly, you don’t want to.

Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets. “Can I come in?” he asks timidly.

“No.”

“O-Okay,” he stammers, running his fingers through his hair. “I just, um, I saw that you’re home from school and…God, I miss you s’fucking much,” he admits. His whole body sags with the confession. “I want you back…need you back, if you’ll take me. Unless you’re with some big-shot college guy now,” he adds wryly.

You stifle a laugh. “Not quite.” 

Right on cue, Chrissy flounces over to the entryway. “Baby, do you want me to put the cookies in the ov–oh,” she stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes. “Can we help you?”

“He was just leaving,” you reassure her, starting to close the door.

“Wait–did she just call you…” Eddie's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chrissy, trying to process what’s happening.

Chrissy snakes her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “I called her baby,” she repeats, pressing a chaste kiss below your earlobe. “Just a term of endearment for my girlfriend.”

You place your hands over hers as she nuzzles closer into you. “I figured if someone was worth ruining our relationship over, I should see what all the fuss was about.”

You think that Eddie’s eyes are going to pop out of his head. “But…but…you and me,” he says to you before turning his attention to your partner, “and…and you and Carver…”

“Yeah,” you retort, “it’s called bisexuality, dumbass. We like men and women.”

“But we only have eyes for each other,” Chrissy informs him. 

“Plus,” you add snidely, “no one’s faking anything in this relationship.” Chrissy bites down into your shoulder to keep herself from cackling at your insult.

“You–you didn’t fake–with me?” Eddie sputters, barely able to choke out a coherent thought.

“Oh, Eddie, right there, you’re soooo good,” you dramatically moan, and neither you nor Chrissy can hold back your laughter as his jaw drops. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have cookies to bake.” With that, you slam the door in your ex’s bewildered face.

“Babe, that was so badass,” Chrissy says, and you preen at her praise. “You know that pervert is gonna go home and yank it thinking about us, though, right?”

You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Probably gonna cry while he cums, too, because he knows he can’t have either one of us now.”

Chrissy wrinkles her nose. “Now that’s a visual I didn’t need.” You swat at her playfully, and she continues. “Not like how you made me cry when I came the other night, though. That was something totally different.” Her grin is mischievous, and you know exactly where this is leading.

“Wanna see if I can do that again?” you ask, cupping her cheeks and kissing her gently.

“You read my mind, baby.”

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[marvelfanfics1]

Money and Crackers

(GIFs not mine)

Summary: Thor owes Loki money for something that happened in the past and Loki is done with being patient. So, he decided to go a step further and kidnaps Thor's little one to get him moving.

Pairing: mob!daddy!Thor x little!reader, mob!Loki x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, mild violence, guns, mentions of death, kidnapping, angst, (if I missed anything please tell me!) do not proceed if these matters upset you!

⭒𖥸⭒

You were sitting in the middle of your playroom with your back to the door when you heard thumping noises and grunts coming from the other side.

You turned your head, hearing footsteps approach your room and your door opened. You gulped when you saw who was standing there.

"Hello, darling"

⭒ϟ⭒

"Boss, this call is for you" Valkyrie held out the phone for Thor who was pressing his gun at one of Loki's men's forehead.

"I'm a little busy right now"

"Thor," she said in a serious tone and he looked at her, seeing the concern on her face. "It's important"

He hit the guy's forehead with the gun, sending him to the ground hissing, and took the phone turning his back to them.

"Who is this?" he asked rather annoyed.

"Oh, dear brother, why so stressed?" Thor's jaw clenched at hearing Loki's voice.

"What do you want?" he gritted through his teeth.

"You know what I want. I want the money back you owe me and I'm done with being nice and patient. You've fooled me for too long now, don't you agree with me, little one?" Loki held the phone away from his ear and Thor's hold on his phone got tighter when he heard your little 'mhm'.

"Loki, I swear, if you hurt her I will rip off your head" he threatened, his voice getting louder.

"You have 24 hours or you will never see her again," Loki said unimpressed, and ended the call.

Thor turned back to Valkyrie handing her the phone to yank the guy back up to his knees, punching him one time.

"Where is he?" he growled and hit him again when he said nothing. "Where?"

"I won't tell you" the guy grunted out laughing.

Thor let him fall back on the ground and grabbed his gun, shooting him directly in the face.

"Let someone take care of the body" Thor ordered Val while walking back to his car.

"What are you gonna do now?" she asked, the both of them getting in the car.

"Safe my princess"

⭒ϟ⭒

You watched Loki putting his phone back in his pocket, pressing yourself as much as you could against the car door with your knees to your chest.

Loki cooed at you when he saw a tear rolling down your cheek, wiping it away with his thumb and you jumped a little at the sudden touch.

He smiled. "I won't hurt you, sweet girl. I just had to motivate your daddy" he said looking at his watch. "I guess we have some time until then. How about we get you something to eat?"

"Not hungry" you mumbled, looking outside the window.

"I will get you anything you want" he smirked when you turned your head back to him.

"I wan fish crackers...pwease" you held tighter onto your stuffie when you saw him leaning forward to knock at the little window that shuts you off from the driver.

"Stop by the next store" he instructed and you looked out the window again, hoping to be in your daddy's arms soon.

⭒ϟ⭒

"God damn it, how much money do you owe him?" Val huffed as she put the two bags full of money in the back of the car.

"I don't owe him anything he's just being over dramatic" putting three more bags in the car he sighed. "But he involved my girl in this and I will do anything to get her back," he said slamming the car trunk shut.

Getting back to the front seat he called Loki.

"I got the money. I want my girl back"

"Didn't even take you two hours, I'm impressed. I will send you the location and I warn you just once, don't try anything" he said and hung up.

A second later Thor got a message with said location. It's an old Harbour that closed a year back. He didn't waste a second and started driving as fast as he could.

20 minutes later he arrived at the promised location, he stopped abruptly before Loki who was leaning against the front of his car with his hands in his pockets and grinning like mad.

Thor was watching Loki's every move while getting out of the car, seeing him going to the side to open the door and holding his hand out. Thor's heart clenched when he saw your bare feet touching the ground and that you were only in one of his oversized hoodies.

"Take it easy, little one," Loki said and tugged you to his side and you gasped when you felt the steel of his gun pressed in your side, eyes stinging with tears. "Shh, I'm just making sure he won't try anything dumb" he whispered in your ear.

Him speaking of Thor made you finally look in his direction and you mumbled a small 'daddy' holding your stuffie tight.

Thor threw with Valkyrie together the bags on the ground a few feet away from them.

"Now, hand her over" Thor held his hand out and Loki turned his head to give your cheek a little kiss.

"I will miss your company, darling" he whispered and slowly let go of you.

Val had her hand above her gun holster for any unexpected movement.

You took one step before the other, your feet hurting from the cold stone ground, not daring to move any faster with the fear of being shot.

Thor reached out as far as he could and the last few inches you couldn't hold it and run into his arms, sobbing into his suit jacket holding onto him for dear life.

"It's okay, princess. You're safe..." he chanted and instantly picked you up, letting you bury your face in his neck you inhaled his comforting scent.

Thor sat with you on his lap in the back of the car, placing a blanket over you and grabbing one of the spare pacis he had hidden in the car and slipping it past your lips.

"I'm so sorry you got involved in this, little love. I will never let this happen again, I promise" he whispered and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

You are far too shocked to pay attention to what's happening around you, just looking out the window and finally feeling safe.

He didn't even expect you to answer anything he would say but he still had to ask. "Did he touch or hurt you?"

You simply shook your head. "He gave me crackers"

"The fish ones you love so much?" Thor tilted his head and you nod humming.

"M tired daddy" you mumbled and he started to rub your back.

"It's okay, go to sleep princess. I'm right here" he encouraged you and felt how you slumped against him, exhaustion taking over your body.

"Daddy will always be there to protect you..."

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[engelfeather]

Fangs and Fur: chapter 10

Cool air blew against them as Angel entered the store. He felt how the human squirmed around a bit, seemed like it was a bit too cold for him. That didn't really matter though, he just had to make sure Xavier was nicely hidden in his fur. He didn't need anyone asking questions about him, let alone find out about Xavier to begin with. They'd take him away from him and he didn't want that. This was his human.. and he wouldn't want to share. Plus from all of his people he knew the most about humans, how frail they were, how they popped under his boots and how fun it was to crush them up in his mouth. He could practically feel their squirms in his maw already!

He let out a small purr which alerted the cashier. Their dark blue eyes looked at him, as they furrowed their brows and bared their teeth. Their light blue fur seemed to quite literally sizzle. Getting up from their chair, they stared at Angel intensely, clenching their fist. "It's you again! You still owe me money, remember?" Angel sighed and shrugged dramatically "It is what it is, I don't have your money at the moment.. hey maybe next time you're lucky and I'll remember." The cashier guy just growled, yet seemed to back off. Crossing their arms, they sat back down on their chair. Angel gave them a big grin and quickly made his way to some of the aisles.

He stopped in the middle of the aisle and gently petted his companions head, who was still shaken up by the current encounter. However Angel didn't seem to really care and instead bent down in order for Xavier to see the aisles that were meant for smaller people. "So.. you can show me what you can eat here and I'll just prepare you a nice meal with the items that I will then choose, alright?" Xavier cocked a brow "What you choose? I want to choose what I want to eat." the giant sighed, rolling his eyes and glanced down at Xavier. Between gritted teeth he hissed "Unless you want to cook a meal on my giant stove alone, I'm the one choosing the meal, got it?"

Xavier scowled and looked away. He'd cross his arms, yet the fur around him kept his arms in place... Like some gross furry prison. He wasn't even sure if this giant monster felt the need to shower in the first place. Xavier continued to pout like a little kid, until the corners of his mouth began to ache. It wouldn't have been a problem to him, though even the short period of time being around Angel made him feel pathetic. These emotions were new to him, never before had he felt like this. He hated his frail body, seeing how weak it was compared to the giant, who held his life in his hands. . . Or paws or whatever you would call them. The way none of his actions truly had any effect now only fed this strange, disgusting, new feeling. Even his own meal was chosen by the colossal beast, as if he wasn't even human. A person with thoughts and feelings, rather a toy or a.. pet who couldn't survive on its own. A creature bred to be held captive, a creature whose only purpose is to serve and entertain.

Anger began to boil in him again, it could've cooked up a whole meal, even for someone like him. He wanted nothing more than to scream, to rip out strands of fur and make himself known and show this world that he was of importance and not just some animal. Yet, not only was his voice merely a whisper to these giants, his diminutive size and the fear of angering the one who tore off his favourite leg stopped him. He paused.His favourite leg? Now even his own mind was against him, making sure those grueling feelings within him grew darker, and thus harder to bare. He felt so betrayed by himself.

How could he even think such things.

Lost in his own headspace, the sudden feeling of cold metal pressing against his face made him jolt up. "If you're done grumbling around like the stomach of a bear, can you help me choose the food items you can eat? I can't read your mind, ya know?" Xavier let out a huff, at least his own thoughts were in control of him.. for the most part at least.

Turning his attention to the can, he noticed that the image displayed on it, resembled that of a tomato. Sure, the colours were slightly off and it's shape was a bit different, however, overall it resembled a tomato. With an annoyed sigh, he gave Angel a yes in the form of a grumble.

What Angel thought to be a smile of happiness, that he was giving by bringing the human here, was in reality a smirk coming from Xavier, who enjoyed the fact that he could choose how to respond to him. Regardless of what Xavier's true intentions were, for just a moment, both of them were happy.

Even though Xavier knew he'd get on Angel's nerves, only answering with grunts and small nods, and risking losing another leg, he also knew that Angel would have to wait until they were back at home to let his frustration out on him. Though his anger would've surely be gone by then. And even if not, seeing Angel force a smile, trying to hide his feelings, made it worth the risk. After another gesture of acceptance to one of the food items Angel had shown him, his eyes wandered to the floor. There, near one of the small isles, was a tiny woman wandering around. She barely reached Angels ankles, yet didn't seem to mind and continued her shopping. She was wearing a nice pink dress, with a big white bow, that gave off the illusion as if she had big puffy wings. For a second he thought it was a human, that perhaps Angel lied to prevent him from leaving or crying out. Yet, to his pity, upon closer inspection he noticed small, inhuman features that clearly painted a different picture, such as pointy ears, golden eyes and small black markings on both their face and hands. Upset that the feeling of loneliness returned, in a sarcastic tone he whispered up to Angel "Oh look! Another tiny person, are you going to eat them too now?" Angel let out an indignant gasp. He glared at Xavier, snarling at him and growling loudly "I don't eat every tiny person I see! Urgh, I have enough of y-" A shrill noise, which resembled that of a hiss, from below cut Angel off. The woman seemed to have heard what Angel said and didn't look all too happy by his words. With a surprisingly loud voice, she hissed back "How could you say that! Are you trying to make me scared? What the hell is wrong with you for thinking of doing that! Oh... wait till your mother hears about this, young man!" She approached him, leaving a trace of sparkles behind, and kicked his foot. With that, she flicked her hair, let out an annoyed huff and floated away.

Xavier's mouth was gaping in surprise and joy of the sudden outburst and bravery coming from the lady. Looking up at Angel, he saw he was visibly upset, with a big frown and wide eyes, like a child that accidentally broke something. That only making the situation funnier to him. Trying his best not to burst out laughing "h..heh- what did she mean with.. telling your mom?" Angel shot him a deadly glare and, behind gritted teeth, uttered "She often buys pastries at my Mother's bakery.. and sometimes they have a little chit-chat about work, life and.... me." Angels ears twitched and slowly dropped down, pushing Xavier over the edge. Without warning, he burst out laughing, having to grip Angels fur tightly to steady himself. Tears of genuine joy rolled down his cheek, as he laughed about how embarrassing the situation was for Angel. Angel on the other hand didn't like this humiliation one bit, however before he got the chance to snatch up his little companion and shove him down his throat to shut him up, the cashier called him over. With a groan, he shoved Xavier down into his fur again. At least that muffled his laughter.

Clenching his fist and holding his bag, with the items he needed for a nice meal in the other, he marched over to the register. Forcing a smirk when he approached the register, he kept a distance so the cashier wouldn't notice anything off. "That lady complained that you were saying something about.. eating tiny people? Man.. I know you're weird and all, but do you have to scare off customers like that? Just keep what's on your head to yourself." The Cashier said nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair and stretched his arms, as if he was used to Angels weird comments. "Oh! Hah, that-.." Angel paused, thinking of how to cover himself, before getting an idea, "You see, as an entertainer, I have many roles I have to jump in! This.. was just me accidentally blurting out one of my characters thoughts.. to make them more.. authentic when it's time to present them, hahaha!" The cashier sighed and shook his head. With a gentle, yet stern voice he responded "Be more careful with your words next time, the lady wasn't all too pleased, thats for sure. Sigh, now get out of here before I kick ya out.. and get me my money, you know I charge for extra food. Oh and.. say hi to your mother from me when you go visit her, those cream puffs were immaculate." A mocking grin formed on the cashier's lips, saying those last few lines, seemingly knowing that they'd upset Angel. Clearly hurt by those words, he turned away and stormed out of the shop, taking the items with him, as he heard small chuckles.

They not only came from the cashier, but also from Xavier, who had listened to their brief conversation. Glaring holes into his fur, he plucked Xavier out of it and shook him slightly. "It was not funny at all! It's.. it's not my fault my mother has so many damn connections!" Angel growled, "you... You guys can't just make fun of me like that!" Xavier, on the other hand, had to try and force himself to stop "Cmon big guy, it was kind of funny.. and stop shaking me, unless you want your fur to be covered in barf " Angel shrieked and stopped almost instantly. The more Xavier looked into Angel's puffed up, blushing red face, the more he began to slowly feel a bit bad for laughing at him, his wide, glassy eyes, as if he were on the verge of crying, made that feeling grow. It was like staring into the eyes of a puppy, which was partially adorable, yet on the other hand uncanny. He didn't want to feel pity for this giant, especially when he looked at him that way. Though as he glanced at the bag Angel was carrying, realising he had just walked out without paying, the guilt washed away like mouthwash.

How could he not pay underpaid workers? They were trying to make a living and he didn't even give the man a dime. In fact, he didn't even remember Angel taking a wallet with him. Was Angel so used to stealing items, he stopped taking money with him? And was the money that angel owed, the cashier was referring to? Then why would he allow Angel to shop further.. to further undermine the work cashiers were doing. The job he himself did. He should've called the cops! Unless.. they didn't have those. Not even a justice system for people who wanted to make a living. The happiness he felt was now replaced with resentment, again. Though before he could comment on how disrespectful Angel was, he heard a quivering voice coming from Angel "Im.. I'm trying to get you food so you don't die and you repay me by laughing at me! Just wait till we're home! Oh.. I'm gonna-"

He stopped mid-sentence. His ears twitched and his pupils dilated, as he looked around frantically. He slowly backed away, trying to re-enter the store, yet, to Xavier's surprise and confusion, a loud thud was heard, causing Angel to stop. As Angel hastily turned around, Xavier saw how the doors were now barricaded with metal bars, preventing anyone from entering.

The Cashier, now visibly disturbed, was hiding behind his register, shaking his head violently as Angel frantically tried to get back inside. With frustration, he exclaimed "Let u-.. Let me in! Let me in!!" Though the cashier didn't make any effort to open up the door and rather rudely replied "No! Unless you get me my money, you're not coming inside! Everyone for themselves!" With that, the doors fully shut, with a metal wall fully sealing the entrance shut. Xavier grew more and more irritated with each passing moment with Angels sudden change in demeanour. These feelings only grew when he saw how people were running away, surprisingly not from Angel for once, yet something else entirely. Even Angel was now quickly walking away from the store, clearly distraught by.. something. His eyes darted around, trying to look for.. something.

A child could be heard crying somewhere behind them, with people trying to soothe them, as they escorted them away by the hand. Despite the lack of the ability to smell fear, from the way everyone was acting, nothing but terror was in the air, only fuelling his own fear. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to ask Angel ".. What the hell is going on. Why.. why is everyone acting up. . . . Oh man, I- I don't like this at all.." Angel let out a hefty sigh, taking a sudden turn and pressing himself against the wall, to allow others to pass by swiftly. Barely paying attention to Xavier flailing his arms around, waiting for a response. He tried to focus on something, as he answered Xavier, a bit annoyed "You can't.. hear the alarm? Seems like your ears are horrible too... What even is good about your bodies other than they taste quite good?" Xavier, not enjoying being in the dark, quickly snapped back "That was unnecessary. A- and.. no. I can't.. hear any alarms! What's this supposed alarm even for? And get to the point this time..! " Rolling his eyes and looking back down at Xavier, Angel huffed "Well I'm sorry that I'm trying to concentrate, to know where I should be heading. Right now, our only goal is to get away from that thing."Before Xavier can ask what "that thing" was supposed to mean, a loud roar could be heard in the distance.

Xavier tried to muster up a response, yet the sight of a large, purely black beast, raising itself to its feet, towering over the buildings themselves, made him lose his voice. Not only did it remind him of when Angel attacked his own city, this creature.. thing .... Or whatever it was, looked so disturbing, so unnatural, it truly shook him to his core. It let out another bloodcurdling screech, smashing one of the nearby buildings with one of its large claws, tearing it apart. Xavier's head was racing, but the only thing that came to his mind was more questions. Where the hell did that thing come from? Was this just another one of Angels people? Or was it something else entirely. Why did it seem as if these people were used to it, did this happen often? Yet in the end, only one question remained

Would they make it out alive?

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[archiepudding]

‘Sorry’ does not stop it from hurting!

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

This is just some drabble I did a while a go and thought I’d post it. I’ve not really been feeling my writing lately and the people I used to share this with aren’t around anymore. So, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)

The main idea for this was rival business and a very persuasive Oikawa... but when is he not.

Summary: What can you do when you work across the road from the most wanted man in the world? Ignoring him seemed like the best bet, but he doesn't like that and has many other ideas.

You had not managed to dodge the incoming attack. The dark coloured liquid targeting your chest like you were its assigned mission. Small splatters peppering your face like bullets. 

“Fuck, fuck,fuck–”

It was not the smartest idea. Idiotic. The silk material you had put on simply this morning clung to every part of you as you ripped it over your neatly tied back hair.

“My apologies.” A familiar voice said. “Oh– I don’t think here is the best–”

“Sorry does NOT stop it from hurting, ass--” You gritted your teeth. “– fuck!”

Half leant over, you used your knees to stabilise yourself, the tingle of heat still dancing across your chest. 

“Not very ladylike.”

After a moment, you turned your head to face the man. Although you recognised the modulated low voice, you hadn’t paid attention to its owner. 

He was wearing a crisped ironed suit, the black blazer jacket slumped over his broad shoulder and his tie loosely hung from the collar of his buttoned down shirt. This was a far cry from the man you recognised him as.

“What’s up with the suit…” Your eyes took themselves up and down the six foot, scowing man, his hand hovering over your back. You swatted it away, “Fuck, what was your name again?”

Is offence was a cologne he was certainly wearing it. “Oikawa.” He stated.

He followed your arms, both of them cutting across your chest when you stood up to face him. Heat burned through your cheeks, giving your crisom, recently exposed bra, a run for its money. A sudden blazer became the saviour of your remaining modesty.

“I’ve worked across the road from you for five years and you still can’t remember my name.”

“I don’t even know the names of the people I work with,” you said, placing the blazer on. “You’re lucky we are in a park, would probably be on someone’s facebook live by now!”

“I take it I won’t be getting the blazer back for a few days then?” He attempted a laugh. 

You didn’t. 

Oikawa cleared his throat. “Do you live far?” 

“Far enough.” 

You pick up your discarded blouse and cross over towards the exit of the park, the soft material pressed tightly against your numb skin. 

It wasn’t until a bald head glided past you that you met the second attack for the afternoon - a solid shoulder slamming into your freshly wounded front. Your feet remained planted and the frantic footsteps plodded in the other direction. Rage turned over your insides. What the heck! One - who drinks hot coffee in thirty-five degree weather… and two! Am I FUCKING INVISIBLE!

Oikawa, meanwhile, glanced around his surroundings, scanning to ensure there were in fact no witnesses to the previous situation. By the time he caught back up with you, you were almost at your intended destination.

“Let me buy you a new top!” 

“What?” You groaned.

“As an apology.”

“Is that your way of picking up women, spilling hot coffee on them?” you asked, your chest suddenly tight.

“You have to admit it is effective in removing clothes.” You gave a short laugh and when you did not answer he continued. “If anything you technically owe me a drink. Given you are wearing mine.”

You threw your head back, removing your hand as you examined the sky above you. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. Why did he have to have a black suit …

“Do I now?” you said bringing your head back down. “How rude of me not to offer.”

“You are forgiven.” You blinked at his braiseness, “And as an olive branch, how about I upgrade my offer to a dress. You can wear it tonight when you buy me my drink.”

Briefly forgetting he’d just scalded you with coffee, a small smile broke through your facade, only to be returned to normal. It was clear women liked Kuroo. It didn’t take a genius to see your colleagues swoon at a simple wave or smile. Of course you weren’t blind, you could understand the appeal; easy on the eyes, a partial gentleman, maybe some of your co-workers would pay for him to spill coffee on them for even a second of his time. Oikawa was certainly different from many of the other men you had met.

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t the type of guy to take no for an answer?” A strain of impatience grew on your tone. 

There was a pause .He slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, your heart thumped erratically in your chest, only to be quelled when he pulled out a brown leather wallet. He handed you a card. You had not intended to take what he was handing you but your body traitorously accepted his offer. What did it matter if you accept some money for a new –

“What do you do in that building! Money laundering?! This could get me a new car!” Your voice echoed through the street, causing a couple of heads to turn before you lowered your voice, “I’m sorry but it’s too much.”

Oikawa made no effort to accept your return, his hand swallowing your arm as he led you off to the side of the underground building. The chipped and graffitied concrete walls barricaded you both in. It was far from cosy, even with the mid-summer sun beating down on you both, and yet privacy slapped you hard in the face. 

He smiled down at you. A beautiful compliment to his prominent jawline.

“If it’s enough to buy a new car, then do it and you can pick me up at seven.”

“Seven?” You repeated.

“Yeah, I can pick you up for seven. What a perfect suggestion.”

When he gave you another smile, you had to give him credit. He was good.

But as quick as your intrigue had risen, it was cut off by the irritating sound of bells. 

“Are you going to get that?” You said, stepping back out onto the street.

His attention was quick to the screen. 

Doesn’t look good… not that you care…why do you care...

“Is everything ok–”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

He hightailed it out the narrow space, missing your tiny physique by inches. Confused and flustered, Oikawa shrank into the distance. His large frame soon swallowed in the ocean of suits and briefcases until you were left swamped in his thick blazer. 

How someone can work in such heavy material will never cease to amaze you. You turned back to the entrance of the underground, feeling in his pockets.

Damn! He took his wallet.

[thestarwarslesbian]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

This seems like fun. My AO3

5 times that Jake and Spencer didn’t get caught and one time they did. (On going)

The second Spencer stepped into the storage closet; Jake was on him like glue. “Seeing you like that up there giving that speech, fuck baby, you don't even know how sexy you are in this suit,” Jake said, as Spencer crowed him up against the wall.

“I think, fuck,” Jake groaned as Spencer latched onto his neck with his lips, “I think I have an idea,” Spencer said, as Jake was palming Spencer through his suit pants. “You going to let me take care of you sweetheart,” Spencer cooed, a contrast to the rough way he was shoving Jake’s pants down. “Yes, please, I’ve been half hard all day watching you in your suit,”

2. Betting (Finished)

“Come on Mav, tells us a joke.” Asked Payback, the alcohol clouding his judgment. “Ok” said Maverick. “I like my boys like I like my girls.” The group went silent waiting for the punch line of the joke. “That’s the joke guys. I'm bisexual.”

Jake stood up breaking the silence yelling “you fuckers owe me money!” The daggers dug in their pockets to grab their wallets. “Yeah, but you're my stepson soooo…. Does your bet really count?”

The table burst into noise.

3. To get you out my mind now baby (Ongoing)

He looked straight ahead, right at the dothomirian that sat on the throne. He stood with his brother and prime minister either side of him. Darth Maul lent forward in the throne to look closer at Obi-wan Kenboi, the man who had just tried to save his beloved Duchess and failed. Satine raise her head, from where she was forced to kneel at mauls feet, to look Obi-wan in the eyes.

"Your noble flaw is a weakness shared by you and your Duchess." Maul said as he raised his hand towards the celling. Obi-wan felt the guards hand as he tried to move forward towards Satine as Maul started to chock her with the force. Maul started walking closer towards Obi-wan bringing the Duchess along with him. "You should have chosen the dark side, Master Jedi. Your emotions betray you. Your fear. And. Yes. Your anger."

4. Your dad was the president?! (Ongoing)

Robert “Bob” Floyd also known as Robert Whitmore-Levisons is a weapons system officer in the United States Navy. Bob loved planes ever since he was 4 years old, and his dad took him up in one. He felt free flying around without worry from those around him and the press.

The press was a big part of Bob’s life since he was three and not by his choice. Bob’s dad was elected as President of the United States in 1996 the year the aliens invaded. Lucky Bob was in Wyoming with his grandma so wasn’t affected by the aliens. It wasn’t long after he had learnt that his mum and died and his family had shrunk to him, his dad and older sister. Bob loved his family to bits he always had, and it would never change. Even when his dad started dating his uncle David.

Bob was fine with his dad started dating his uncle, he felt that Constance was not good for David, but he definitely knew one day. It was July 4th, 2001, 5 years since the invasion and Bob was sat in the living room of the White House when his dad walked into the room.

5. Marry me (Ongoing)

Jake was exited. They were also nervous. Why? Today they are marrying the man they loved.

Bradley Bradshaw callsign Rooster.

They meet and started dating 8 years ago when they both started at the academy. At first it was banter that turned into flirting. Jake thought it was a joke until Bradley had asked him out on a date. Jake had said yes straight away. The people around them were thinking they hated each other when they started fighting about who was the better pilot. Really they where just working to get each other to become better. 

6. A galaxy of colour and darkness (ongoing)

Jakku, the sand planet. Maker only knows Poe Dameron's hatred of sand, having grown up on the forest planet of Yavin IV sand always got in his clothes for weeks after. But here he sat in Lor San Tekka house in village of Tuanaul. Lor San Tekka handed Poe a memory drive with the map in it, before BB8 came rolling in. "What is it buddy?" The beeps in return were frantic. "I'm sorry Mr Tekka, the first order are here. I wish I could stay and help you -" "Do what is right young Dameron, but I advise you to take a look at the map first." Said Tekka in understanding.

7. Forget (Completed)

He looks up, The sky pitch black. The Stars have gone out, They left years ago.

He remembers them, Bright, beautiful, forgiving, foreign. Blond, gold and blue, Black against bone white.

‘The stars will go out, Before I forget you, Mark.’

The Stars have gone out, Mark is long dead. Kieran remembers him, How could he forget, The heart of his heart.

8. Wedding Season (completed)

When Jake was born his birth mum didn’t want him. As far as he knew his birth mum took one look at him a decided she didn’t want anything to do with him. He was left in the care of his dad. His dad who was there for everything in Jake’s life. His dad had expected a desk job within the Navy after Jake was born to be able to be closer to his son.

When Jake was 9 when Jake first asked about his birth mother to his dad. The response Jake got was “She didn’t want you. And I don’t understand why as you are the greatest child in the world.” It was in September that year that Jake found out his birth mum had been at work when she died. Jake and his dad weren’t invited to the funeral.

When Jake was 15 he released why his dad had never loved his birth mum and why by at this point didn’t have a wife.

9. The debriefing (completed)

Bradly first noticed the ring during the dogfight football session. He noticed it on Maverick's dog tags as he helped him off the ground. “I’m going to sit out” Yelled Maverick over to where Hondo was stood. Bradly looked over to where Mav was sat when Hangman went over and sat down at his feet. He couldn’t make out what the two were saying but he felt a pang of jealousy when Maverick ruffled Hangman's hair up causing the younger pilot to laugh and swat him away playfully. “Guys did you know Maverick was married?” Asked Pheonix after Payback pointed out the ring on his dog tags. Everyone around them shook their heads except from Coyote and Bob. “Well, I suggest a bet. We all place a beat on who Maverick is married too.

10. After the mission (Completed)

Jake looked upon the scene laying out in front of him. Everyone was crowding around Maverick and Rooster as they hugged, seamlessly forgetting about Jake all together. Just a few seconds before Pheonix had been telling Jake to be happy over having a confirmed kill.

This wasn’t the first time either.

Jake was 25 when he got his first confirmed air to air kill. It had started off as a normal day. Well as normal as it could get being positioned in Afghanistan. Jake had already had is daily phone call with his father and was currently on a normal patrol with his wingman and best friend Javy “Coyote” Machado. It was normal with Coyote a little ahead of him. Jake must have closed his eyes for only a minute. But in that moment an enemy F-17 was slotted in between.

[stargazersmut]

Captured by Joel (18+)

Joel x Reader & Tommy x Reader Includes: smut, gun violence, weapons, non-con, verbal abuse, manhandling, threats of violence, death threats, rope bondage, fight sex, dark Joel A nasty little one-shot with sweet Tommy and asshole Joel

You’d like to say you didn’t deserve what happened, but if you were being honest with yourself, you’d fucked up. Your first mistake was trusting anyone inside the QZ. It began innocently enough, a friend of a friend promising an easy way to get some credits. Who could blame you? 12 hours a day shoveling shit and dead bodies, and wishful thinking takes over. Delivering messages turned into delivering packages turned into *retrieving* things, which is what really got you into trouble.

So now you sit on the cold floor of a basement in some god-forsaken abandoned building somewhere on the outskirts of the QZ, far beyond where FEDRA actively partols, not that they’d do anything to help. Hell, you might be in better hands here than if some FEDRA officer came across you walking alone outside after curfew.

You attempt to stretch against the rough rope binding your hands behind you. It’s been hours since he’d left you here, the guy who caught you trying to lift a battery. You hadn’t even heard him behind you. You only realized you’d been caught when you felt the hard metal of a gun barrel pressed against the back of your head.

To your credit, you fought hard, really gave him hell. He was much bigger than you, older and broad, a mean scowl on his face. You scratched and kicked and screamed, but in the end he picked you up and hauled you down the long stretch of filthy cement stairs all the same.

You’d managed to spit in his face while he tied your hands up. It earned you a hard slap across the face that still stung even now, but it was something.

You hear footsteps shuffling down the stairs, and your heart begins to race. It sounds like more than one person. If they’d have wanted to kill you by now, they’d have done it. So what are they going to do with you?

The door creaks open, and you watch cautiously as two men walk through the door. The asshole from earlier and another, slightly smaller man. They look like they could be brothers.

They pause by the door, talking in low voices, glancing over at you occasionally. You don’t like that you can’t hear what they’re saying about you, and it’s making your skin crawl a bit.

“Hey asshole,” you shout to the bigger one. “I’m right here if you want to talk.” You feign a saccharine sweetness in your voice just to irritate him. You know you shouldn’t egg him on, but you can’t stop yourself.

The look he gives you is pure contempt, and then he turns his back to you, whispering even more fervently to the other man, before heading back out the door.

He turns to the other man. “She gives you trouble…” He nods towards the gun holstered on the man’s hip.

“Joel, come on…” The smaller man says back to him, sounding a bit exasperated.

“I’m serious,” he replies. “Watch her Tommy.”

And with that, he’s out the door and you’re left looking up at this new man who’s care you’re in. He already seems nicer than the other one, softer. You wonder how easy he’d be to manipulate. Certainly easier than the other one.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “He kind of roughed me up before, and I guess I just…” You cough a little and pause. “I just don’t know how I ended up here.

He looks at you, cautious skepticism written across his face. “He’s like that. Short fuse and whatnot.”

You smile up at him softly. “I really didn’t mean to do anything,” you lie. “I know I shouldn’t have been out here but I didn’t know what else to do…”

“How did you end up here?” He asks.

You try to think of a good lie, or at least a sympathetic bent on the truth. “I got into a bad situation with a guy. I ended up owing him some money.” That certainly was the truth. “He told me if I didn’t do this, he’d kill me or worse.” That was less than the truth, but it sounded better than you stealing their shit for extra credits.

He nods to himself, and then looks over at you, and you sense he believes you. He crouches onto the floor in front of you, meeting your gaze. “You need to be careful,” he says quietly. “There’s a lot of bad people out here.”

Internally you want to roll your eyes a bit. You ended up in the QZ when you were 12, you’re no stranger to how things work here. “It’s just so hard.” You try to tear up a bit. “I didn’t mean to do anything wrong. I didn’t want to.”

A tear rolls down your cheek. He reaches out his hand and strokes it away with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “It’s just been a long time since someone was nice to me.”

This seems to really do the trick. His face softens and he looks at you with pity. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says gently. “We need some information. If you just cooperate with Joel, tell us what you know, I’ll try and make sure you get out okay.”

“Okay,” you say, looking up at him, nodding. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He nods and stands back up, leaning against a support beam in the floor. He’s a little red in the face and seems to be searching for words to break the awkward situation.

You beat him to it. “Um.. I hate to ask this it’s so embarrassing.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s been a few hours and… I really have to go to the bathroom.” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Oh uh… yeah of course. It’s not much but there’s one back here.” He walks over to you and gently grabs you by the shoulders, helping you stand up.

You follow him towards the back of the basement to the sad excuse for a bathroom. No lights or even a door, just a toilet in a dark closet.

“Um…” you turn around and motion to your wrists, still bound in rope. “Or you could just…”

“No no, that’s okay,” he interrupts. “Just… please try anything.”

“I promise. Thank you so much.”

You spin away from him, and present your wrists. You can feel his fingers unknotting the thick rope, and for the first time in hours, you’re able to feel your hands again. You wiggle them in front of you and give him the biggest doe eyes you can muster in gratitude.

He turns away, staying close to the door while you use the toilet and wash your hands. You think carefully about what to do next, and decide to take a risk.

You walk up to him, just a little too closely, your chest just grazing him. “You’re a good guy,” you coo.

“It’s nothing, really.” His face turns redder.

You gently put your hands on his chest, staring up at him, calling on every ounce of femininity you have to pull this off.

He leans his head down, gently pressing his lips to yours. You’ve got him.

You kiss back, pressing yourself against him harder, and in return, his hands wrap around your waist, feeling the curves of your stomach and hips.

“Tommy what the fuck is going on?”

You jump back in surprise and Tommy does the same. Asshole is back and he’s storming towards you and Tommy.

You try and find any direction to run, but you’re backed into a corner and within seconds Joel has his hand around your neck and slams you into the wall.

He looks at Tommy as he tightens the grip around your throat.

“Are you serious?” He asks Tommy angrily. “And you.” He’s staring at you now, his face inches from you.

He reaches down with his free hand and roughly shoves his hand down the front of your pants, and you let out an angry scream, struggling to pull yourself away from him.

“Is this what you wanted?” He palms his hand against your cunt, and a wave of shame comes over you as heat instantly floods your stomach. “Some attention?”

You look behind Joel and see Tommy wiping a hand down his face, obviously distressed. “Joel.. let her go” he says weakly.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Joel says darkly.

Tommy hesitates.

“Go!” Joel yells with such intensity it sends a shiver of fear down your entire body.

Tommy reluctantly begins backing towards the door, giving you an apologetic look and ducks out the room.

You let out frustrated scream and use every ounce of energy you can muster to try and fight him off, pry his hands off you, but it’s useless. This only makes him angrier, and he slams you against the wall again, and it makes you go a bit dizzy.

“I should have just fucking shot you,” he rasps, reaching for the gun in his holster.

He shoves you down onto your knees, and your whole body screams in pain and fear. He presses the cold barrel of the gun against your temple.

“Fuck you.” You look up at him, spitting the words.

He slides the barrel down your face and presses it roughly against your lips until it slides into your mouth. “You wish sweetheart.”

You look up at him in disgust. You don’t even feel afraid at this point, just rage.

He laughs at you. “You want to try and fuck your way out of this little predicament you’ve gotten yourself in?” He forces the gun deeper and you gag, silent tears begin trickling down your face. “Go ahead.”

He pulls the gun out of your mouth and grips a handful of your hair, throwing you to the ground.

You try to flip around and kick up at him, but he catches your leg and pushes you flat against the dirty cement floor on your stomach. You squirm underneath him, desperately trying to gain any kind of leverage you can.

“You keep thrashing around like this,” he whispers roughly against your ear, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

His hands are gripping the waistband of your pants and in one painful yank, he pulls that down along with your underwear.

You strain against him, trying anything you can to stop him from what comes next. You try to twist around, hit him, kick him, but nothing seems to slow him down.

You hear the sound of his zipper and then feel his cock pressed up against your cunt. He leans down, hand fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “You’d better make it good for me or I'll find another hole to use.”

He shoves inside you, no warning, no workup. He’s suddenly splitting you, the sharp pain and fullness overcoming your body. You can’t stop the tears rolling down your face now.

Every inch you manage to squirm away from him is punished with him driving into you even harder. He goes at a hard pace, not allowing you to accommodate the thickness of his cock. It hurts, and yet you feel an electric pang travel through your stomach.

“So desperate for some cock you’re willing to die for it?” He pushes your face back into the dusty floor.

Suddenly, he pulls out and you’re being flipped onto your back. He grips your chin in his hand, bruisingly hard, and you shut your eyes, trying to avoid the way he’s hungrily and unabashedly glaring down at you, stroking his cock over your mouth.

It only takes a few seconds, and then you feel it all over your face. At the same time, you hear him let out an angry groan.

You remain tense, even as he stands up and off of you, leaving you to try and catch your breath. You slowly open your eyes and see him pulling up his pants and buckling his belt back up.

You sit up, and try to wipe your face with the sleeve of your shirt, but he grabs you by the wrist. “Leave it there.”

You wonder if he’s going to actually kill you now.

“Get up,” he says sternly, as if he didn’t just fuck you into the floor.

“I don’t care who sent you here, but you do what I say now. The next time I see you, you better be on your knees thanking me for not pulling that trigger.”

He shoves you towards the door with a slap on your ass. “Go. Tommy’ll walk you back.”

[dylansslutt]

on the throne / k.m

i needed someone new for this idea and who better yet than niklaus??

also ty for the love nd support xx

summary: tara bates comes from a long lineage of witches which she yets to learn, but when she becomes involved with klaus and the danger of her own her path becomes more

warnings: literally the originals, mention of death,

giving this one a character and back ground story

 tara bates was a witch from a long lineage, and living in new orleans led to the dangers of everything. especially the eye of an original.

   keeping everything cool, not practicing my magic as the rules enforced upon us. bartending wasn’t the worst tourist made things interesting...

throwing the dishes into the bar dishwasher pressing start, i look up seeing a beautiful eyed man in front of me.

 a smile on my face, “hey, what can i get ya’?” he stares at me a little too hard and i swallow harshly. “oh just a glass of your finest whiskey, love.”

 british... hmm. i nod and move the stool so i can reach up to the top shelf, since i am short and all. pouring the glass infront of him, sliding it over towards him.

 he smirks softly, eyes catching mine as he grasp the glass. “what’s your name, love?”

 my eyes furrow slightly, but neverless my mouth opens. “it’s tara.”

he nods taking a gulp, pulling something out his bag and replacing the spot of where the drink once was with a $100. he sets the glass down beside it empty now, “goodnight love.”

 my eyes glance over the $100 then him walking away, pushing myself around the corner of the bar. i grasp his arm before he could take off.

 he looks at me almost as if in shock, “you’re drink was like 8 dollars, i owe you cash back?” he shakes his head the same smirk still plaster along his face. “keep the change, as a way of me saying...”

 he leans closer, “maybe you can owe me one.” leaning back our eyes connecting mine slightly widen. before i could speak he walks out the bar, i stuff the money in my apron.

 the way he asked about my name, the owe you one... he had to know you were a witch. not knowing what to do as you felt yourself internally start to freak you glance back at the bar.

 ‘hey can you watch over for me, need to step out for a second.” she waves me off, a thank you escaping me. escaping out the back door, i sigh at the fresh air.

 “tara bates...” my voice rang and my head darts to the side. “there’s possibly only two people you could be.” i spoke up, tryna hide my fear.

 “and those are?” he steps more into light,

 “one of marcels new body gaurd, which i haven’t even done any fuckin’ magic by the way! or your the hybrid the rumours have been about.” i spoke out in one breathe, making sure to keep your distance.

 “i think you know.” 

 i push back against the wall eyes widening at the site of a thousand year old vampire in front of me, “and what would a thousand year old hybrid want with me?” eyes connecting once more as a he glowers at me.

 “i need a favor. a witch favor.”

 my eyes widen, looking around carefully. “no! are you out of your mind, two of my friends have died and other witches for any practice. i sure as hell not gonna die for you!”

 he flashes in front of me, a gasp escaping my lips. “you’ll be protected... because you’ll help protect my family.”

 scoffing at that, i attempt to walk past him but he catches me in my spot. i glare up at him, “i don’t know you, and with all my own shit i don’t have time for yours... or dying for you.”

 the words were real and raw and klaus looks at me with indifference. “elijah is better with the promises than i am, love... but i can tell you this. no one can touch you without going through me.”

 moving out of his embrace, stumbling slightly. “why me? and who the hell is elijah?”

“you know why.” an eyeroll leaves me, “i’ve been years out of practice... im not who i was before.” the fact he knew my history left an unsettling feeling over me at the thoughts of those days.

 “doesn’t matter, now you can practice.” he acts as if that’s just gonna work.

 “if i set one spell up marcels guys are coming straight after me!” i argue back already getting annoyed, him obviously feeling the same since he rolls his eyes.

 “marcel isn’t who you should fear...” he goes to come towards me making me instantly freak slinging him back against the wall. my eyes widen in horror as klaus just chuckles.

 “n-no no, i-i can’t use mag- i am going to die. oh m-” klaus speeds back in front of me making me jump as he grasp my shoulders making me look at him.

 “now you’re in a predicament love...” i glare at him shoving him away. “this is your fault i-i was defending myself.”

 my lips quiver as klaus clicks his tongue, “well as i have said... work for me and i can promise no harm to you.”

  my eyes water slightly before an exhale left my lips making me gather myself, eyes flickering back to my job. not knowing exactly how marcel knows when magic is used i stare back at klaus.

 biting my lip anxiously i finally mutter out my response, “fine.”

 a smile breaks out over his face, like he was used to this. “perfect, let’s go.”

-

 days have passed and i’ve been in the mikealson’s home, practicing illegal witch craft; along with finding out a lot more.

 like why my witch friends passed away, because klaus has a child with a girl named hayley and has siblings aka elijah. also learned klaus has taken into therapy with camille, who i happen to know.

 im told she doesn’t know, and i hope it stays that well. as well as the war between klaus and marcell, and learning about davina.

 knowing the story of the sacrifice, i didn’t know davina survived and that hit me. i haven’t seen her in years, and i tried to save her from that but i couldn’t.

 tonight was a ball, and somehow i was invited leaving me in my room looking through my clothes in despair. the internal debate won against myself, as i drop down on my knees.

 pushing aside some stuff i see the purple box, that was once my mothers. sliding it out and opening it, tears gather in my eyes. “i miss ya’ momma.”

 wiping the tears harshly, i stand up and pull the dress out.

   -

  now a part of the family more so as a protective witch, i became closer to rebekkah and hayley. i leave my now room at the home, walking out to run into klaus.

 “ah, the girl i was looking for.” i roll my eyes, “do i ever get a day off?”

 he smirks playfully, “never with this me.”

 i pull out my buzzing phone, seeing a familiar number pop up. “actually give me a second.” my eyebrows furrow at the name, walking off slightly i bring the phone up to my ear.

 “why are you calling me?” anger rises through me at my brothers call. “well hello to you too, sunshine.”

 glancing over to see klaus acting like he wasn’t easedropping, “i recall my last words to you were ‘never talk to me again’ or did i lose my mind?”

 he scoffs on the other end, “whatever, sis... you know you can’t keep secrets from me.” 

 “what do you want?”

 “i heard your hanging with the original crew... shame shame shame sister. didn’t you pay attention to the prophecies?” he taunts making my eyes widen.

 “you leave me the hell alone, chris or i will-”

 “you’ll what? exactly...” i pull the phone away hanging up on him, shakily letting out a breath as i make eye contact with klaus.

“who was that?” he refers to the call making me shake my head, “no one. now what was it you needed?”

 he stares at me, almost analyzing me but he surprisingly leaves it. leading me into of the many rooms i have yet to enter. art surrounds me, scattered around everywhere making me stare in awe.

 glancing back at him, before stepping more into the room. “i love art, would’ve never guessed ya’ for a fan.” the comment made klaus look at me in a fake hurt.

 “they happen to be mine... well most beside a few i’ve gathered over the decades.” my eyes land out on one in the corner, a moon with a shadow figure of a girl... something i have seen. in a dream.

 my head turns to him, him analyzing my reaction. “i-i have seen this before.”

 he steps forward, “i did too, that’s why i drew it.” i continue glancing back and forth. “i mean i’ve had some crazy dreams but never one of the same as another?”

 “that’s why i had some questions, but that’ll wait we have to talk.”

 confused on why he would wanna change subjects so quickly, “haven’t we been talking?”

 he stares at me intensely, “tara do you know what you are?” i roll my eyes, “yes a witch, where are you going with this?”

 he shakes his head softly, “family drama?” i glare at him, “you weren’t supposed to listen in on my conversations klaus!”

 he steps closer, “who’s chris?” i stare more so up at him, noticing the pretty color that shines in his eyes,

“my brother.” the confession made me back up, “one that i despise so i really don’t wanna talk about this, okay.”

 “if he tries to hurt you, i promise i can kill him like that.” a small smile cracks across my face. “no it’s handled...”

 he looks as if he wants to say something but instead he just smiles softly, “so hayley... are you two like?” i hint towards a little information on whether they were a couple of sorts.

 he shakes his head, “no, she is the mother of my child.” i just nod at him, before glancing back at the picture. “i see things sometimes, dreams that become reality or dreams of things before...”

 glancing back at him watching him listen closely, “i met someone like you before, rare type to come across.”

 “not so rare, my mother did so aswell but she got caught practicing magic and was killed.” the confessions of everything that left me, made you stiffen up.

 “um i need to go.” i rush out the room not allowing klaus to say another word, the tears slip down my cheeks as i close the door shut. haven’t spoken of that in years the agony of grief overwhelms me, leaving me to crawl into bed to mourn.

-

  “no! mama!” i scream as i was held back, watching my mother get dragged out of the house. marcel on the steps, “it wouldn’t have come to this if only you listened.”

 his words echo through me as my sobs began to leave me, pleading to be let go. my moms eyes catch me one last time as the door is shut and im left struggling against a stranger.

 “mama!”

i jerk awake, sweat dripping off me as i grasp my chest. breathing heavily i glance over the room before my door swung open and hayley appears at my door.

 “are you okay?” she looks at me worried but i nod, “yes- sorry i had a... bad dream.” she nods staring at me.

 “do you wanna talk?” my eyes see her tired ones and i bit my lip before nodding. “it-it was my mom... i um watched her get taken from me to be murdered. haven’t had a dream like that in awhile.”

 she nods before pulling me into a hug, which felt really nice. “you aren’t alone in this.”

 the look in her eyes tells me that we are alike, and maybe we could be friends throughout this. “thank you hayley, im here for you too. well the both of you.” i laugh softly as i touch her stomach softly.

 she sighs, “am i a horrible person for bringing my child into thi-this?” i shake my head, “not when they are loved.”

 her eyes water at that, “take it from me... it means a lot having parents that love you.”

 “thank you tara...” with that she stands up making me grasp her hand, “good night.”

 “goodnight.” she responds turning the light off and shutting the door leaving me in the dark to fall back to slumber. not knowing klaus heard it all.

-

 after waking up later than usual, i decide to get up and get ready. after grabbing my bag needing to go by and grab some stuff from my place, i head down stairs.

 no one was out and the house was quiet which was unusual. oh well, i open the front door and head out the door. the sun was bright today feeling amazing on your skin.

 i was beginning to feel trapped inside that place, so the walking was enjoyable. deciding to take the longer way to stop by my favorite cafe, the thought of my job entered my mind.

 holy shit, i’ve lost my job now. what am i gonna do about money?

 deciding to discuss that one with klaus later, i hit the street of the cafe. walking in i see matilda at the counter, “hey darlin’!”

 i smile brightly, “hey girl, can i get my usual but do a double shot of expresso.” she nods with a smile typing everything in as i hand over a $20. she hands me back the change and i stand off to the side as she makes my stuff.

 i’ve come here almost twice a week for over a year, so it was enjoyable to see her face. seems like everything in the past was fading. her calling my name brought me out of my thoughts and i grab my breakfast sandwich and coffee.

    leaving the cafe, i take a sip of my coffee a smile erupts my lips. i move the plastic down and take a bite as i continue my way to my apartment.

 finishing my sandwich i throw it in the nearby trash as i get close to my apartments. as i round the corner taking a sip of my drink, the coffee went everywhere when hands grab me.

 panic fills me as my bag slips off, the person holding me shoves me forward into someone else’s arms. i squeeze my eyes shut and the person who has a hold of me flings off me hitting the wall.

 glancing around a few vampires i sigh, this really suck. “tara bates you’ve been charged with doing witchcraft.” one of them spoke up making me glare at them.

 “bite me.” i smirk as she charges forward me throwing my hand forward watching her fly back. the other two rush forward making me throw them back, just as the one behind me catches me off gaurd.

 teeth sinking into me, the pain unbearable makes me lose focus. i scramble and try to scream but i was going weak and his hand was on my mouth. before i could pass out, he was thrown off of me.

 my body hit the ground as hearts did beside me, before someone had me scooped up. their wrist shoved into my mouth makes me cough on the disgusting blood going down my throat.

 my eyes focus on klaus who looks down at me in worry, “you okay?”

 blood stains my mouth and i only nod, “you kept your word.” i mutter before all the adrenaline leaves me, making my eyes flutter shut.

[bruh-anator3000]

So, dear wife, did you say Mob AU? 👀 I'm ✨curious✨

I actually wanted to ask about all of them but let's just choose two JKSHJDJFJHF

The last one is (You can't) Outgrow our love, the title feels angsty to me but idk i'm probably wrong (?)

Anyway :3 love yaaa, mhaw *runs away*

Thank you for asking my dearest! If you want, I have no problem explaining all! I did indeed say mob au! Its your average mob, that your parents happen to owe money to. What was it? Oh yeah, 15 million dollars are owed to these guys. Which really sucks, especially since they went to the Bermuda, never to be see again. With a gun to the back of your head, you accept your life will end in front of three tragically beautiful people.

And for the (You can't) Outgrow our Love, it is pretty angsty. Childhood lovers, but too afraid to say it, torn apart by progress. He left for the Academy, then he left your exchange of letters, left the hospital when you went to visit him. He was gone. (And then i cant decide if i want MH!Viktor and reader to meet, or if Reader tries the lab, and gets sucked into Viktor's Hexcore soul exchange)

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Snippet for the Mob!AU:

Why didn't your parents ever send you a postcard? If they truly did steal 15 million dollars, why did you never see it? You still had an analog television. From when you were 6. You had a crappy burner phone. Every book you ever read was from the library.

You never owned anything that was over 100 dollars. Your mattress was the result of a dumpster dive and sheets were from friends who felt bad. If they had really, truly had 15 million dollars, why weren't you good enough to spend it on?

"Am I shooting the girl or not?" Freezing cold ran like a rocket down your spine. A thick and deep accent that you couldn't quite place drawled from behind you. Metal pressed against the back of your head and your throat ran dry.

Everyone seemed to be as chilled as you because they all fell silent. The brunette turned to you once more but his gaze was set behind you. It was so quiet, you could hear the trigger creak, ready to be pulled.

You were certain they were going to let it happen. You said your piece, after all. They gained nothing from it, so what was stopping them from letting the bullet shoot right through your head now?

You could've sobbed if you weren't so terrified.

"She stays alive." Your head fell into your tied hands and you shook with silent relief.

"Ztráta času." You heard them hiss behind you and the gun was dropped. Thunking was heard next, like whoever was walking had to drag and drop their leg in order to move. You felt bad as your assumption was correct.

A man with fluffed out chestnut hair and golden eyes rounded the edge of the table set up behind you. His thin lips wore a scowl as his gaze ripped down your body, only to shake his head when his met yours once again. He leaned into the cane underneath his arm, limping all the way to the other man and shoved the gun into his hands.

"What do you suggest we do with her?" He asked, voice dripping with disgust.

"Keep her." The other shrugged. You all let a 'what,' slip past your lips. "On the off chance her parents come looking for her, we need her as a leverage."

Of course.

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(You can't) Outgrow our Love snippet:

Close up, you could see his hair had been ruffled and his tan shirt had began to fray near the edges. His hand fidgeting on the top of his wooden stick as he leaned into it. There was, in fact, two moles on his face. One under his eye, the other over his lip.

He stared down at you, chest rising quickly. His eyebrows were pinched together and his eyes filled with worry. Deciding on something in that brilliant brain of his, he shook his head and began to walk back.

"It got caught on my shoe lace." You blurted out, hoping he would stay. "It's pretty cool. I like it." The boy froze when you held his boat up to him.

He stopped in his mid turn, choosing to face you again. You smiled and raised your hand higher so he could just take the boat and leave, if he wanted.

"It isn't working." He frowned at his hard work. His voice was laced with an accent you never heard before. "It keeps..." His golden gaze rose to meet your eyes and he clamped his mouth shut. "Sorry." He muttered, and gently plucked the boat from your hands.

"It keeps doing what?" You scootted closer, eyes pleading him to go on. Freezing for the second time, he stared down at you.

He breathed lowly. "It keeps turning in on itself." You nodded.

"What does that mean?" He held the boat and waited. Watching you, he waited. One, two, three moments passed and you stayed wide eyed and expecting. He sat down and told you everything.

By the time the sun had began to set, you had learned three thrilling things. You were taught how his boat worked, you were told he would be happy to meet with you tomorrow,

And, that his name was Viktor.

[fortune-fool02]

Robert Speedwagon x reader

Requested by: @atlantianchronicle

Touching Prompts: 35 - Kissing their bruises and scars 20- Bandaging/stitching up an injury

Warning: Mentions of injury.

Thank you for the request! God, it feels good to be back writing for this absolute gem of a man!

Please enjoy!

It wasn’t uncommon for nights like this. Robert coming home with some kind of new injury. A new bruise from a scuffle he had, sometimes a wound in need of tending to but nothing too serious. Tonight, it was a mix of both. 

Robert sat with his back to [Name], who softly hummed as they tended to his wounds, their hands moving carefully as they threaded the needle. The wound was cleaned but was in need of stitches, not too many but enough to keep it closed. The candle light offered a good view of the wound, letting [Name] focus. 

“So, how’d this one happen?” They asked, getting ready to start. Robert gave a soft huff, brushing his hair aside so they could work without his hair getting in the way. 

“Well, y’know how that Teddy guy owes some money? He got a little arrogant and thought he could- Christ!” Robert’s cut himself of with a curse as the needle pushed through his skin. Despite [Name]’s careful hand, the pain couldn’t be helped. It hurt to cause him pain, but it couldn’t be helped. In an attempt to soothe him, [Name] leaned and left little kisses along a scar on his shoulder, a comforting action the two often shared. 

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned him a few times.” [Name] kept stitching and trying to keep Robert’s mind occupied. 

“Mm, me and Tattoo tried to get him to pay what he owes but the bastard thought he could weasel outta it. He won’t be walkin’ for the next couple a days.” There was a hint of pride in his voice, as there always was whenever he did a job with his friends. [Name] smiled, pressing another kiss on a different, smaller scar on his shoulder blade, almost finished with the stitching. 

“Thanks for stitchin’ me up again, love. At this rate, I’m gonna look like Frankenstein or somethin’.” A light chuckle was shared between the two as [Name] finished up the stitching, grabbing a small knife and cutting the thread, securing the knot and lightly tapping his shoulder as a way of letting him know they were finished. 

Not wanting to disturb the stitching, Robert didn’t bother with his shirt, and chose to lie back against the couch a little, wincing lightly as he did. “Don’t be silly, Robert. You know I’d do it for you.” With careful movements, they laid down, resting their head on his lap with a soft smile. His hand found a resting place on their head, his fingers tracing patterns on their head. 

“I know, but still.” 

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Don’t get too excited about Billy btw he’s there and they’re sleeping together but he’s definitely not a love interest lmao -Danny

Words: 1,712

Phase Four Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Forever Fifteen’ -by Mothica

v: Pretending

Cat wasted months attending social gatherings, pretending to find amusing jokes she didn't understand, and wearing painful kinds of shoes. It was exhausting.

"You owe me a nice pair of underwear," she mumbled against the pillow.

Billy chuckled. "If I buy it, I'll get you whatever I want."

"I've never been a fan of shopping, so you'd be doing me a favor."

He finished tying his shoes and looked at her over his shoulder. "When can I see you again?"

"You're so needy," she teased, supporting her head on one hand, "we're seeing each other right now."

"If I'm asking's because I'd like to have a clear schedule for you," he explained.

Cat's head fell back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "What if this is the last time you see me?"

"That's definitely something I won't allow."

"You wouldn't allow it?" She had to stop herself from laughing, Billy tended to get upset. "It's none of your business, actually..."

Billy never worried whenever she disappeared. He would be intrigued, yes, a little curious, but never worried. "If you go and decide to live in some other country," he smiled, "only if you met someone, then I'd stay away."

She sat and let the sheets slip off her body, leaving her bare in front of him. Cat grabbed the remote and turned the tv on, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes showed up on the screen. She had to admit his new suit looked good, and Bucky was better, but she had her doubts about the two.

"Captain America," Billy muttered with a dark gaze, "it's hard to look at them when I know how much of a show they are..."

"Weren't they always?" She yawned. "The suits, the press... and the whole drama with the accords! If that compound were still standing, I'm sure they'd have their own reality show..."

Billy laughed. "Not a fan of the Avengers?"

She took her time to reply, once she did her voice was quiet. "When I was young it felt like they were my everything... But adults shouldn't admire other adults, it's weird."

"So how do you suggest we treat them?"

"What do I know?" Her eyes lingered on Sam and his new look. "What I would give for one of those suits, though..."

"I know where you can get one."

"If you tell me to visit one of those geeky stores downtown—"

"I'm being serious," he interrupted, "some friends found stuff, they're selling them after they make sure they're original."

She pretended to be only slightly interested. Her voice adopted a tone of mockery. "You believe that?"

Billy scowled at her. "You think I'm an idiot?"

"Where is it, then? A super-secret man cave where the guys gather to dork about Hulk's spandex?"

Billy reached across the bed and held her face, not painfully, but with a tight grip nonetheless. "Think a little, Kati, before you talk," he said, "the Avengers had the best tech in the world and they never bothered to look for it, a few years ago one of Stark's planes almost got stolen... Imagine how wealthy they are, if they don't even care about the little fortune that's buried under the destruction."

"Little fortune..." she said, mouth pouting ridiculously thanks to Billy's grip. "And you guys obviously need the money."

"Not the money, the tech. I don't know why I try to explain this to you." He let go of her face with a scoff.

She thought of Peter trying to clarify things she couldn't comprehend. Of Harley, who would roll his eyes at her lack of basic knowledge, but would still explain patiently. Billy was older, he was a busy guy, and he had no time to ease a woman into his life. She had only one choice: sit and be quiet while he ran the show.

Billy stood and grabbed his shirt from a chair.

"Okay," she said, sounding like she was throwing a little tantrum, "take me to the stuff."

"They won't sell until next year."

"Tell me where it'll be, at least. I wanna know."

Billy finished buttoning his shirt and smirked. "Maybe later, if you behave."

She pouted a bit more, just enough to look disappointed, giving her best puppy eyes. Billy was like every man, and none of them could resist a pathetic woman.

"It's not just a place, it's an event," he circled the bed and sat on her side, placing a hand on her knee, "it changes location."

"How do you know where to go?" She asked, reaching for his hand and caressing his fingers.

"They send word a week before the auction," he stared down at her small digits wrapped around his.

She dropped his hand and moved out of bed, walking toward the bathroom. "I might've found my hobby!"

When she entered Fury's office, the last people Cat was expecting to see were her aunt and uncle.

Fury pushed his chair away from the desk. "Talos was just telling me about your training. It's a small universe, who would've thought my old friend was your uncle?"

She closed the door. "Is there a problem?"

"Fury's explaining what we'll be doing in his absence," Talos said casually.

"What?" Cat asked. "Where are you going, sir?"

"I'm taking a break. We came back only to work our asses off, and now that everything's under control, I decided to take a short vacation. Do you have any news on those black-market auctions?"

"Yeah," she answered. "I got a guy that's been present in most of them, and he's going to call me once a new one takes place."

"Good," Fury pushed forward a file, "given that you love to complain about all the free time you have, I've got this and a little errand to keep you busy."

She approached the desk and seized the file.

"A little visit to Mexico," Fury began, "your aunt and uncle will go with you but you'll be there to supervise and do a little under-the-radar investigation."

She raised a brow. "And they'll have to look like you and Hill? Otherwise, you wouldn't've called them..."

"We're happy to help," Soren smiled, "it's been a while since our last visit, we think it's time to catch up."

"So you prefer to employ outsiders —no offense— instead of just leaving me in charge?"

"Making my absence known could be dangerous," her boss explained, "you can help them if something goes south, you've got enough experience."

"Thanks," she said curtly. "Is there any hero you'd like me to call in case these... occurrences... turn out to be a bigger issue?"

"We have no one at hand," he wasn't happy about it, "just you and that Parker boy if you can contact him."

"I doubt I'll be that desperate, sir," Cat muttered.

"You'll have to see him at some point, agent," Fury pulled something out of the drawer: The Stark glasses. "He didn't answer."

"He's a smart guy," Cat taunted, "I'm glad he realized being an Avenger isn't all there is to life."

"Save us your heartful speech," Fury dismissed her, "you're in charge of seeing he gets this. As for the other thing, make sure it doesn't escalate, even better if it's some small cartel misusing Stark tech sold at one of those auctions, you might even finish your main mission!"

"Hope not, otherwise I'll find myself empty-handed and you'll have me calling the office every day," she joked.

Fury nodded at Talos. "Good luck to you, if that's the case."

"My uncle adores me. Ain't that right?"

"She's a nice girl," the Skrull cleared his throat.

"Well," Fury stood and shook Talos, Soren, and Cat's hands. "I'll see you all later." When he was in front of her, he tighten his grip before letting go. "I'll open a subdivision for non-human agents like you. If you succeed, there's a big chance I'll make you the director of it. Don't let me down, Zero."

Daredevil approached carefully, the night was quiet and he could tell Cat was in a contemplative state.

"I thought you weren't allowed to be out here now that you're an agent?"

"I'm not," she said, "I'm leaving this weekend."

"Are you nervous?"

"No," she glanced at him, "but ever since my brother died the city's the only place where I feel his presence. I don't know what I'll do once I leave... he won't call to ask how the mission's going."

Matthew leaned on the wall. "Did you tell your friends you're leaving?"

"Why would I?"

He didn't reply, instead, he asked something else. "Have you talked to Harley?"

"I have better things to do than announce my activities to every man in my life," she got up.

"I didn't mean to upset you," the man gave a step forward, "it's a fair question. I don't feel comfortable knowing you don't have a support system."

She laughed, it didn't sound like her old laughter, though. "Says the guy who refuses to tell his friends what the last five years did to him."

Matthew tensed. "It's different."

"Because you're a grown tough guy and I'm a little wee baby? I'm more resilient than you want to admit, Luci."

"I'm not saying you're weak, I'm saying that if something happens and you don't come  back—"

"Everyone can put two and two together," she interrupted, walking toward the fire escape. "I'm an agent, if I don't come back, they move on. Not like I play a big part in their lives..."

"Billy Russo will be heartbroken if his girlfriend dies before their next date."

Her foot slipped a little, but her hand was tightly holding onto the railing. It was hard to tell what he was thinking given that half of his face was covered.

"Have you been following me?"

He let out a scoff. "Russo loves to show you off. Foggy tells me the girl has long red hair, but I doubt there are two different Cat Maxwell in New York City."

"You'd be surprised..."

"Is he nice to you?"

Cat shrugged. "He's useful."

"Be careful," Matt walked forward, but he was still far from her. "Men like him respond with violence when they're angry."

"Good thing women like me do the same," she smirked. "I'm perfectly capable of handling a man, don't worry 'bout it."

"...alright," Matt turned, he began to walk away, "just come back, or I'll ask Karen to get back together."

Cat didn't have it in her to flirt back. She wasn't in the mood to visit Kurt, and she didn't want to visit Pietro's grave. The world was feeling like too much, and at the same time, too little.

"I have to pack," she mumbled, "take care of the city, Matthew."

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drabble - angelo&agatha - a confession. @elpida

As Agatha lay on the hospital bed, her mind was consumed by thoughts of the recent events, particularly focused on Cade. Questions whirled through her head in a relentless cycle. Why hadn't he trusted her with the truth about his work? Why keep her in the dark about his involvement with dangerous people? Each repetition of these questions only intensified her confusion and hurt. A solitary tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil within her. She longed for Cade's presence, wishing he would be beside her to provide comfort and answers. Yet, at the same time, she feared what he might reveal, uncertain if she could handle the truth and the potential fallout from it.

Agatha's head snapped up as the door creaked open, revealing Angelo's imposing figure. "Leave," she said firmly, her gaze turning away from him. Angelo approached the bed, hands in the pockets of his black trousers. "I came over to apologize and because I noticed Eden wasn't here," he explained, closing the door behind him. "I meant my apology from earlier, Nightshade. I wasn't aware you were expecting. I'm sorry."

"I don't want your fucking apology. Just leave. I want to be alone with my baby," Agatha retorted, her voice filled with venom as she kept her gaze averted. Angelo tsked, shaking his head as he then took steps closer beside her, now standing before her. "You should learn to relax. It's not worth it for you to be like this when you are pregnant. I get it, you're angry over your husband lying to you—"

"Shut it!" Agatha's voice rose sharply as Angelo mentioned the word 'husband', her hand gesturing emphatically. Cade wasn't... not yet. But it certainly felt that way, didn't it? With a heavy sigh, she shook her head, her frustration palpable. "I've got no explanations to give to a bloody criminal, and I'm not taking advice from him either. Piss off." Agatha focused on her breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, attempting to quell her rising anger.

"If it helps your cause, Sabelle is just someone who got me to Eden. Nothing else. He's not an associate of mine, and I know he doesn't deal with my friends either. He's just a guy doing some dirty work, but he's no criminal, and he's clearly into you. Guys like him? His type? Well, they might fit into this world, but if there's the right woman, he might just leave it all. He's not a man that would cheat, either. Learn to see the brighter side of things." Angelo snapped, narrowing her eyes at her.

"And yet I'm hearing this from a man that could cheat on Eden or leave her when she gets all the money she owes you..." Agatha pointed out, turning her gaze to him. "And you'll happen to know Cade better than I've ever had? Oh please," Angelo pulled his hands out of his pockets, raising a brow at her as he pressed his palms against the edge of the bed, flat. "I see she has told you about that," he remarked with a hum, his glare intensifying. "She has, and I warn you now, Santino, that if you dare to hurt her. I'll be the first to come after you and make sure you regret it." Agatha warned, her words laced with threat and firm determination.

Angelo began chuckling at her threatening words, slowly leaning off the bed as he didn't take them seriously. "Of course you're wrong about your own bullshit assumption." His voice raised, keeping his glare on her. "You, and most likely your precious husband, who doesn't have the balls to face you." His voice lowered, filled with poison. If someone dared to mention or use Eden against him, he'd react aggressively or aim for what could hurt. "At least I was and am honest about the criminal asshole I am, Agatha. But you're so fucking wrong about my feelings towards her because you have no fucking idea, and you make it up based on your own shitty assumptions."

"You don't give a damn about her, do you?" Agatha shouted at him, her words cutting through the air like knives as she ignored his venom-laced retorts. "You only care about what she gives you—a taste of youth and pleasure. That's all she is to you." Angelo's hands balled into fists, and he threw a punch towards the wall, startling her. The impact made him groan in pain, but he didn't stop. He struck the door with his other fist, the sound reverberating through the room. "You have no fucking idea because I care about her and I need her! I don't fucking care about the money!" His confession was raw, his anger palpable. As he realized the weight of his words, he began to calm himself, his tone softening. "I'll make sure to kill anyone that steps in our way. Mark my words, Agatha. I'm sure Sabelle would do the same for you. Put him on a fucking leash, and you two stay out of my relationship with Eden." With that, he opened the door and left the room, leaving Agatha shocked with his confession.

Agatha lay back on the bed, her hand gently caressing her growing belly. "How I wish, how I wish you were here…" she whispered softly, her words barely audible in the quiet room. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes, hoping that when she woke up, Cade would be there beside her.

[makatoahane]

A Bloody Kitsune

Claude was sitting at a table in the Golden Dragon Inn, he hadn’t wanted to wake Karna as he wrote his final goodbye. He could hear her light breathing, Adonis’s heavy snoring, Madeline ever tense even in sleep, and of course the new guy the one that had no problem giving Claude and Adonis over to the old clown. He didn’t even care to learn his name. Claude signed the letter he had written and went back upstairs to where Karna was sleeping. He gently placed the letter on the table in the center of the room with candles around it, so she’d see it in the morning hours and kissed her head gently to not wake her. Claude slowly removed his weapons and his backpack, placing all gently on the nearby dresser. He quietly apologized to both the Grimoire and the elven man stuck as a stick as he told them both he could no longer be their master. He left his wedding ring on top of the letter as he left the room in nothing but a t-shirt and pants.

Claude walked further into town, taking one look at the catastrophic damage that had been done, bodies floating in the remaining water, buildings burned from the lightning, and others destroyed from the water itself. He couldn’t help but feel remorse as all of this was done seemingly because he betrayed the carnival, he dragged Adonis with him, he never should’ve done any of that. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be a blood-sucking monster and Adonis wouldn’t hate his every being, if he was meant to die at that carnival then maybe he should’ve because none of this would’ve happened had he just accepted his fate. Claude dug his sharpened claws into his own leg as he closed his eyes to prevent tears, blood soaking into his pants. He took a breath his lungs no longer needed and opened his eyes. He looked towards the tavern whose owner had always been kind to him and welcomed the party no matter the chaos that they brought. He hoped that one day he would recover, and that tavern be bustling just as it was the day they arrived.

Claude looked at the paper that the clown had given everyone days

’ earlier. He knew exactly where the clown was as he started walking in the direction where he was. Claude’s heart would be pounding should it even beat, but those days were long gone. After an hour of walking, Claude entered the building that the clown was staying in and silently approached the room the paper told of.

“I’m here, I’m turning myself in, but I have two conditions,” Claude said out into the darkness.

It wasn’t long until he felt the cool metal of a blade pressed against his throat and the coldness of the warforge’s body against his. She was giggling in his ear as the clown approached him from the darkness.

“Oh? You think you can ask conditions?” He asked giggling too.

“I can kill myself right now with this blade against my throat or you can take me back with my conditions, it is your decision,” Claude said as he looks at the clown unfazed by the blade in his throat.

The clown frowned, “oh my, death wouldn’t do you still owe me your time, what are your conditions?” He asked weary of the fox. Claude having changed since he last saw him.

“I’m worth twice as much now. I am still as I was before, a kitsune, but I was also changed into a vampire as I’m sure you’ve heard. My first condition is that Adonis must be freed, I will buy out his contract with my earnings, you will not have to pay me until his debt is paid times two to show my loyalty. With my vampire strength I can take over his act, so you won’t lose anything in terms of acts. My second condition, the reward money, what you offered for my capture I want it sent to the town tavern. The Duke’s Dead Dame whose owner is Lumas Nepal. He deserves the money to clean up the mess I caused,” Claude said as he looks at the clown who was pondering his words.

The clown grinned widely, “you know, when you sent me a letter last week saying you were giving up and coming home. I thought it was a trick since you fought so hard to be free, but I see the truth now. You were always too pure for the carnival, always thinking about others, taking punishments for your friend when he did wrong without him ever knowing. All the blood you’ve shed to keep other’s safe and look at you now, back to square one,” he said giggling before full on laughing.

Once the laughter stopped, the clown looks down at the pitiful kitsune, “fine, I agree to your conditions, but I add one of my own. You disobey me for any reason and the warforge will kill your wife,” he said grinning.

Claude struggles a bit at the mention of Karna, but he stopped and nods quietly, “I will agree. I want a contract before we leave,” he said looking at the clown knowing he always stuck with contracts.

The clown disappeared for several minutes before coming back with neatly written contract. The warforge let Claude go to read the contract and read he did, he skimmed every word and every fine print to make sure that the crooked clown didn’t change anything. When satisfied, Claude cut his hand and signed his name in blood. The deepest binding contract he could ever give. Once the clown’s name was signed the same way, Claude felt a blunt force on the back of his neck and head before the world immediately went black.

The clown grinned down at the unconscious man, “he will be good bait for the others, make sure that if any of them appear, you put his cage where they can see it. Use him to make them fall,” he said although knowing that the warforge was not under him, but above him in terms of rank. The only time the warforged listened was regarding his contracts otherwise she did as she pleased but he didn’t care. He just wanted what was his.

[valleyrunearchives]

Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 19/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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Stupid, stupid, Stupid! Izuku thinks to himself as he races back towards his hideaway. Why did I have to go and get myself shot by those damn thugs? You accounted for the quirks! You accounted for the knives! So why the hell didn’t you account for the damn gun, Izuku?! I’m still healing from being stabbed by an urchin spine too!

Yeah, today and tonight was definitely not a good night for Izuku. First, his known metal supplier let him know that he was going to be away for the week to visit family. Okay, that’s fine. No big deal. His projects can wait. Then, a new girl at the pharmacy he goes to for medical supplies refused him services for being quirkless. His fault. He should’ve known to go on Thursday when Matsui works. She never refuses him. So that’s on him. Then, when he went to the grocery store to pick up some food, they were all out of his favorite kind of canned soup. And there’s no way he’s going to settle for anything other than the kind he likes, thank you very much!

Then… patrol happened. 

He had run into no less than two attempted assaults, six drunken fights, three attempted muggings, and finally the robbery. Four people of varying quirks attempting to rob a house in the lower end supposedly because the guy inside owed them money or a favor or something. He didn’t really keep up with that. With no heroes around that he trusted and already a bit battered and bruised from previous altercations, he engaged them like the idiot he was. It had been going well until the last one standing pulled out a gun. Where did he even get a gun?! Japan’s gun laws are crazy insane! He probably had it smuggled in somehow.

Regardless, now he’s got a bullet wound - it luckily didn’t hit anywhere important and wasn’t life threatening - in the abdomen, he feels black and blue all over, and he’s fairly certain he’s aggravated the stab wound from that urchin spine over a week ago. Lovely. He just wants to go home, patch up, eat something from his already meager stash of food, pray that the bullet isn’t still lodged in his guts somewhere, also pray that he doesn’t get an infection from any of his wounds, and go to bed. Is that too much to ask? Knowing Izuku’s luck, probably.

He finally rounds the corner to the fire escape ladder of his hideout with a sigh of relief. The small leap up onto it causes more pain than he was anticipating. Both from his side and his shoulder. He weakly climbs the ladder as pain radiates across the wounds. When he makes it to the fire escape landing closest to the ground, he has to pause for a moment. He feels sick to his stomach. He pants heavily, leaning against the wall and pressing his forehead to the cool bricks. Is this pain that’s making him feel so sick? This has never happened before. His pain tolerance level is insane. Maybe he already has an infection on one of his wounds. Or it could be a quirk. Possibly a concussion? Ugh, his head does hurt… so, probably.

He shakes his head. This isn’t helping. He needs to focus on getting up to the roof then getting his medical supplies out to take care of this. He pushes off of the wall heavily and starts the long trudge up the metal stairs of the fire escape. It takes him about twice as long to get up to the roof but he’s not really too upset about that. He still makes it to the roof access door after all. He pulls it open tiredly, exchanging his shoes for the slippers he keeps at the entrance of the door. He resists the urge to call out that he’s home. This is no home. Just a place for him to hide from all the heroes of the world - old, new, and yet to come.

He glances at the door of his workshop and briefly contemplates going to work on something. He can’t finish anything until he gets that welder though, so he decides against it. He needs to patch up his wounds anyway. He trudges over to the door of his living space and opens it up. He doesn’t even open his eyes as he steps inside and closes it behind him. He sighs deeply and leans against it, keeping a hand pressed tight against the wound in his abdomen. 

“What the fuck, Problem Child?!” 

He shrieks and his eyes fly open. Has this happened before? He feels like it has. He catches sight of Eraserhead shooting to his feet from the chair he keeps at his table and racing over to him. Cold dread fills his body. What was he doing here? Eraser kneels down in front of him and looks him over with concern. He seems to take note of his bruised eye and cheekbone, minor cut on his left forearm, and his blood covered hand. Eraser reaches up a hand and pulls his hood back, gently taking his mask off right after. Not unkindly but it’s definite proof that Eraser knows exactly who he is when he doesn’t even shift at the sight of his hair and face. Instead the older man just carefully turns his head to the side to look more closely at the injuries on his face. “What happened, kid?” he asks quietly.

“Um…” he starts lamely, “There was a… a um… A robbery on sixth street. Four guys. I didn’t get all of my injuries from them, of course. But they were uh… the main cause of most.”

Eraserhead, for his part, doesn’t react or ask any questions. Just waits for him to go on with a steady hand on his shoulder. It makes Izuku feel warm for some reason. He hasn’t felt this way in such a long time. He clears his throat and continues, “So uh… Of course I tried to stop them. And I did! Don’t get me wrong! They’re all in police custody now. But uh… I… Well I… I didn’t realize that one of them… had a gun.”

Eraser’s eyes widened at that, asking frantically, “Did you get shot?”

He nods sheepishly and apologizes quietly to him, next reassuring him that it luckily wasn’t as serious as it could have been. The next thing he knows he’s being pulled into Eraser’s arms. Into a tight hug. “I’m so glad I found you then,” Eraserhead murmurs into his hair, “I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if I hadn’t found you tonight. And I’m so sorry about that night after you were stabbed. We didn’t mean to make you feel so afraid. So unsafe.”

Against his will, Izuku’s eyes welled up with tears. This wasn’t really how he was expecting this conversation to go. He was expecting Eraser to start yelling at him for running that night. Handcuffs being placed on his wrists. Being told what he was being arrested for. He wasn’t expecting a hug and being told that Eraser was glad to have found him. Most people wouldn’t be glad to find him after all. He wasn’t expecting the apology either. Sure, Eraser left notes in those little bags with items in them that he was sorry but he didn’t actually believe them. He thought they were fake to try and get him to trust them. He never thought in a million years that they could’ve been real.

He whimpers softly and buries his face into Eraser’s shoulder. The man just holds him tighter, being extra careful of all his injuries. Izuku sniffles and pulls away after another moment. He reaches up to rub his teary eyes. “I don’t understand,” he says softly.

Eraser hums in question so Izuku looks up to him firmly, “I don’t understand why you worked so hard to find me… just to give me a hug and tell me you’re sorry. Aren’t you going to arrest me? You know my identity now after all. You and Hizashi figured it out that night I got stabbed with the urchin spine. You talked about how Detective Tsukauchi was coming over to bring you my file.”

Eraser flushes in… is that embarrassment? He reaches up and runs his hand across his stubbly cheek, “Let me be frank with you kid.”

“I thought your real name was Shouta,” he jokes sassily. Not really the time for his sass but oh well!

Eraser glares sharply at him. He grins in accomplishment. The dark haired man huffs out a sigh, “You and Hizashi are definitely going to get along swimmingly. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me with that horrible joke, I didn’t know you and Midoriya Izuku were the same person until I found your notebook on the table there,” He motions to it with his head, “And Hizashi technically still doesn’t know because I haven’t told him yet.” 

Izuku blinks in shock, “You’re serious?”

“Dead, unfortunately,” Eraser deadpans back.

They spend the next moment just staring at each other before a snort slips out of Izuku. After that he can’t stop the loud and hysterical laughter from escaping him. It’s just too funny! He thought he had been caught! But it turns out he had fooled both Eraserhead and Present Mic to the point that they didn’t know it was him until one of them was reading his name off of one of his notebooks! Eraser doesn’t interrupt his laughter either. Just waits with a scowl for him to stop. Izuku’s grateful he recognizes the hilarity of the absurdity of the situation. It eventually dies down with a last chuckle. 

“Okay… That was a good laugh… Alright you’ve found both Gyokuto and Midoriya Izuku so… now what?” he asks loosely.

“Now we find boxes to start packing all your stuff here up,” Eraser replies, turning to look around the room.

“Huh?” He’s confused now. What does he mean?

Eraser turns his face back to him with a blank face, “You think I’m going to let you stay here by yourself now that I know the truth?”

His stomach falls at that, “So you… What? Want me to pack my stuff up and then you’re going to put me in the system? Drop me off at the nearest ‘home for wayward and troubled kids?’ Because if so, I think I’ll just run away now and save the orphanage the trouble of putting up with me for the next few days, max.”

“What? No!” The man almost looks offended at that, “The system’s just as corrupt as the Hero Safety Commission in my opinion. There’s no way in hell I’d chance placing you in any damned place like a local orphanage!”

Another loop is thrown at Izuku, “Then… What are you doing with me?” 

“Kid,” Eraser calls calmly, pulling out a box he found hiding at the opposite end of the room, “I’m a hero and a teacher.”

“Yes. This is an established fact that everyone present here knows,” he crosses his arms huffily.

“Which means,” Eraser continues with a roll of his eyes, “That I have my emergency foster license. I can foster you. So can Hizashi, who also has his being that he is also a hero and a teacher. With the intent to adopt you if you decide you’re comfortable with Hizashi and I.”

“And if it turns out that I’m not comfortable with you guys?” he asks suspiciously.

“Then we find you a vetted home with someone we trust where you will be comfortable. I promise our intentions are not rocket science, kid. The only thing I ask that you do is that you let Detective Tsukauchi come in and talk to you about your time as a not quite vigilante. And that you’re honest to him about it. That’s it,” Eraser sets the box down on the table, “But nothing will happen after that talk. You’ll still just stay with us like I said before.” 

It would be hard to lie to Tsukauchi knowing what his quirk is anyway. But he won’t tell Eraser he knows that yet. Instead he just nods slightly in acquiesce. He can do that. Not too hard to do. Eraser gives him a small smile, different from the near terrifying grin he gives criminals he’s in the middle of apprehending. The man pats one of the boxes, “Here. Start loading these up with everything you want to take from in here and your little workshop space next door. I’ll call Zashi and have him bring the car so we can get it back in one load. After I get off the phone with Zashi, I’ll patch up your wounds again; Both of them. We’ll talk about whether we should take you to the hospital after we get all your stuff in the car.”

“You’re letting me take stuff from my workshop?” he asks in shock. He’s ignoring the hospital comment for now. It’s going to be a no go from him anyway.

“Of course,” is the reply he gets as Eraser pulls his cell phone out, “You’ve worked hard on that stuff. No need for it to go to waste now. I’ll talk to the head of our support class at UA to see if he’d be willing to let you utilize the lab to finish your projects.”

Izuku looks at him with a new sort of star in his eyes. Even mom hadn’t been that supportive when he tinkered with things. She thought it was too much for him and it was too dangerous. To the point that he hid it anytime he tried to do any kind of mechanical work even on their broken appliances. He’s never had someone try and get him into an actual support lab to work on his projects. Warmth fills him again in a way that it hasn’t in so long. Maybe this can work. He can make it work.

He follows Eraser’s instructions of packing the boxes with anything he wants to keep while the older man makes a call to his husband. This is the best opportunity he’s had in a while after all. No point in wasting it. 

[janesaridoll]

would you do a fic for "to love" au with chris evans about one of their kids walking in on them having sex

Pairing || woc!reader x chris evans.

Summary || one of the kids walks on you and chris having an intimate morning.

Genera || fluff with slight smut

Warning || smut stuff, minors don’t interact please.

To love masterlist

Kofi

you felt him hovering over you both of his hands are on each side of you supporting him. He nuzzled his face into you neck breathing you in before giving you sweet kisses.

His lips brushed across every inch of your skin, leaving a couple of love bites on your collarbone. He licked the columns of you neck from you jaw till between your collarbone “baby..” you moaned.

upon seeing you starting to wake up he kissed your lips “the kids won’t wake up till noon” he told you between kisses before you hold his face between your cold hands pulling him away to breathe.

“Hurry up then” you told him before kissing him back again, you felt him pressing against you, growing harder with each kiss. His hands moved to grab your breast before nipping on your cold skin.

One of his hand moved on top of your panties teasing you a bit “Please chris” you moaned again wanting him to do something rather than teasing you.

Before he can respond to you the door of your bedroom opened revealing your daughter marlyn “mom where’s the- OH MY GOD”

you immediately parted from each other trying to cover up your bodies with the blanket. She pushed the twins out not wanting them to see their parents having sex.

“What do you want baby” you asked Marlyn who’s been glaring at her dad.

“I couldn’t find the pancakes mix” she told you now her eyes are facing the floor feeling embarrassed.

“Okay we will be there” you replied and she immediately closed the door,

You turned to him “seriously? they won’t wake up till noon?”

“I didn’t know those little shits will be awake at-“ he looked to the clock beside him then back at you “-ten in the morning!!”

“You owe me an orgasm” you glared at him and continued calmly “I’m just glad it wasn’t Marcus, my baby won’t handle it” you were relieved that it wasn’t your oldest boy, it wasn’t fair for your daughter or chris but that their problem.

You wore your robe and headed downstairs to the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face. Leaving the room for chris to shower.

“Okay what do you want guys” you saw all of your kids except Alicia and lucas who were heavy sleepers and won’t be awake till two afternoon.

“Oh god I can’t unsee it” your daughter said slamming her head to the counter.

“Stop being dramatic, it was barely anything” you replied while taking the mix out of the drawer. You looked at your twins playing with each other “they didn’t see anything?”

Marlyn nodded “ i need to go shopping so i can forget”

Your husband came in “please i need to forget too”

Marlyn looked at him unbelieving “you were having the best of your time what you want to forget about???”

“Baby calm down, i’ll take you out shopping and we will forget about it” you told her smiling.

“That’s what you get when you don’t know your manners” Marcus interfered. You smiled at him warmly. He’s right not because he’s your favourite but if she knocked this won’t happen. “Shut up” marlyn told him covering her face.

“No he’s right, it won’t kill you to knock on the door” Chris told her.

She looked at him for a couple of seconds like they’re in staring contest. They’ve been like this since she was young, always competing with each other.

“I’m just here to inherit your money” she told him before taking the biscuits in front of her and head to her room.

“She reminds me of someone” he said looking around.

you and your son looked at each other sharing a look before looking at him “yeah you”