#beef saying ''watch my ass for me'' ''give me back my ass'' caused me so much psychic damage I need to go lie down

[halvedslab]

Etho with the mail bag 💌

[i-cant-sing]

Dabi would punch a kid who was rude to his kid on the playground

Of course 10000% Just because you refuse to be a menace to society like him and will literally be nice to every stranger that comes your way even if they tried to hurt you (because let's be honest, baby reader ain't getting hurt as long as Dabi is around), doesn't mean he's going to shy away from violence, because that is the only language most people understand.

Let's say a kid has been bullying you, and you're such a sweet thing that you didn't even know what "bullying" was, or why that kid was being mean to you, so you never bothered to complain to your father. But then the day you return from school with a small but slightly deep gash on your forehead, Dabi is CONCERNED.

"Baby? Are you okay? What happened?" Dabi asks, picking you up to inspect the gash.

You gave him a toothy grin as he lifted you up, before pecking his nose when he pulled you closer. "Yeah! I fell off the swing!"

"Fell of the swing?"

You nodded, playing with the loose staple on his cheek. "Mmmhmm. I was on the swing and then my friend came and he pushed me too hard and I went flying!"

"And then you hit your head?"

You shook your head. "No, no! I landed on my feet the first time. But then I got back on the swing and he pushed me hard again but I didn't fly this time, I just fell! Then he laughed, and I laughed. Silly me, daddy!"

Pushed two times? Dabi never really believed in coincidences but he didn't wanna beef with some kid until he's sure.

So the next time you go to school/park, Dabi comes along. And when he spots the boy who "pushed you accidentally", he knew instantly the kid was a bully who had no good intentions for you. The moment the kid tried to push you off, Dabi immeadiately caught the swing (and you along with it).

"Y/n? Sweetie, will you go and get the water bottle from bench over there? Good girl." He watched you skip along and just when you were out of earshot, Dabi gave the meanest glare to the bully as he crouched down to his level, holding his arms so he couldn't run away.

"Now, listen here you little shit. That girl is my daughter, and I know what you've been trying to do. Now since I have never introduced myself before, I'm going to be lenient with you." Dabi's hands began to warm up, not enough to burn but enough to cause severe discomfort and make the threat clear. "If you ever hurt Y/n again, if you even think about it, I will know. If you hurt her, I will hurt you more. If she cries, I will make sure you cry harder. If she even has a pebble in her shoe, I will stone you to death. If she's in pain, I promise you- you will fucking regret it. I don't give a single shit if you tell on me- I will hurt everyone you care about too. Do you understand?" The boy with tears in his eyes nodded shakily.

Dabi looked over his shoulder to where you were and saw you struggling to hold the 1L water bottle. Honestly, you looked so cute with your little face puffed up as you used all your might to carry the bottle that was almost your size.

So cute.

He looked back at the kid who was trying to escape Dabi's death grip, but he only patted him on the shoulders before a manic grin appeared on his face.

"Now, its good that we've made things clear. However, you still pushed my daughter and she's got a scar on her forehead. Will it heal? I don't know, but I do know that I need to return the favour. So, hold still. This won't hurt... much? I don't know I've never done this before."

And with that, Dabi singed off the bully's eyebrows, the boy yelping in fear more than in pain.

"An eye for an eye, kid. Remember what I said." Dabi said before turning around and walking to help you.

Natsuo is both in shock and also laughing his ass off once he heard about Dabi burning off a kid's eyebrows off.

[restinslices]

I Don’t Even Know

I had a dream about the cast of the crows and I gotta share it. I copy and pasted what I told someone cause I had to get it out immediately. No one asked but imma tell you anyway.

So in this dream I start off by getting out of school (idk why I keep having dreams in school when I graduated but ok) and I'm on the bus with a few people and one of my friends irl. So I'm saying that I wish I wasn't the last stop and my friend suggests just walking home. like, walking out at someone else's stop and going home since it'd be quicker. I leave the bus and start walking, my friend is GONE and so is all my school shit but ok whatever. I'm walking and I see Calahan and he's with a little girl. Probably around like, 5. Apparently we know each other and we're dating. He leaves some of his stuff outside, picks up the girl and says we should go to this shop that they were outside of. I'm like "you're just gonna leave your stuff?" and he says smth about how he can't carry it and her and she can't carry it so it's fine outside. I'm like "why not leave it with the other people out there? have them watch over it?" and he says he doesn't know them well enough. And I'm like, aight. not my shit. I have both hands free and could've held it but ok. So this place is like,,, a rolled ice cream diy place? it looked like play dough but mfs was actually snacking so whatever. at some point I tell Cal imma go outside and check on the shit he left outside.

I go outside and this random Silco from Arcane built bitch is staring at me and the shit is gone. So I'm like "you took it didn't you" and he says yes and starts pressing me like we got personal beef. at this point the girl walks out so I can't swing on buddy like I want to. And I ask why he took our (idk why I refer to it as "our" when it's not mine) shit and BITCH hold ya seat. This mf says "I'll give you back your things when you tell Calahan to give Ben back his daughter".

I BEG YOUR PARDON? For context Cal has been saying this is his niece and I believed him cause she has blonde hair and blue eyes. So I'm like "this isn't Ben's daughter. She looks nothing like him" but he ain't tryna discuss. Those are the terms, good luck and don't fuck it up.

I go inside and see some random ass NPCs that are my friends and I'm like "bitch, I got good news and bad news" and I whisper "good news, this shop's owner won his lawsuit against his old partner so it's now officially his and he can do whatever. Bad news that girl is Ben Barnes daughter. Benjamin Thomas Barnes bitch. And the mom could be-" as I'm saying this, Cal and the girl walk into the hallway so I stop talking and sign that the mom could be any of 5 women Ben fucking around with. Then I leave with Cal and this MF is mad at ME. He's deadass ignoring me. And crazy thing is we pass the store, the silco built bitch is looking at us but we don't say nothing so his stuff is just gone.

We run into the rest of the cast for the crows and we decide to head to Danielle's place. We're going up the hill and Kit brings to our attention that someone is RUNNING at us and instead of us running or jumping brodie, I get volunteered against my will to go and press him. So when he gets close enough I ask what he's doing and apparently he was timing himself on how fast it'd take for him to get close to us. I obviously tell him to get tf on somewhere but as we keep walking, he keeps doing this and only stops when I threaten him with violence.

When we get to Danielle's place I'm tryna ask Cal for Ben's number without saying why I need it and he's still not answering me. I turn around and tell me why Ben is THERE. I turn back around and the kid is gone. These two ain't saying shit to each other so I'm like "you know what, this ain't my business". I look down and Danielle has pet feeders with only shredded cheese so I'm like "Danielle, you don't have cat food?" (does she even have a cat IRL? I have no idea) and she's like "no. she'll be fine with just that" and I'm like "you're going to kill your cat. a little cheese is fine but ONLY cheese, no food no water is gonna kill them".

And the shit irritated me so bad I woke up.

a couple things I thought about when I woke up. 1) Cal how you gonna be mad at ME but you see Ben and you don't press him? And Ben why you not pressing him? SOMEBODY is in the wrong. Either that's Ben's daughter and Cal took her or Ben got mfs in the streets tryna steal Cal's niece for whatever reason. And to add onto that, Cal you are too big not to smack tf outta that Silco looking dude and get your shit back. Just big for no reason.

2) Back to Ben and Cal, y'all should've swung on each other immediately cause somebody either stole or is tryna steal someone's little girl. And I'm just thinking, if y'all was beefing at a wedding, y'all should've been beefing at that wedding. why would you bring it to somebody else club? and by club I mean my life cause this really ain't have shit to do with me. Also Ben was not there during the walk so why is no one concerned this MF popped up like a loan shark finna collect debt?

3) Why am I, a 5'5 girl volunteered to go and talk to this random ass man, instead of the FOUR MEN that was there? That's so unbelievably foul.

4) I'm fr never gonna find out whether that's Ben's daughter or Cal's niece and it upsets me

[nanaminokanojo]

Someone did a twitter poll for who’s the biggest villain in anime and Oikawa placed number 1 above villains like Sukuna who placed 4th 💀 man’s was just tryna win his volleyball game

Hi, anon ☺️👋

I saw that! 🤣 I don't know if people voted for him/included him in it as a joke (and I know he's got real haters like Terushima my baby boo) but it's just so weird how he's being touted as a villain in the leagues of homicidal, pure evil characters like Hisoka and Sukuna...or that guy that says "Bang" with his hand and...(don't watch it) Like... 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Okay, so Oikawa is petty, a brat and a typical private-school kid snob. He's a bully, too, quite honestly. Case in point:

Maybe the difference was that he also was an antagonistic dipshit (meant fondly) even outside of court, particularly to Kageyama.

But I don't get why Oikawa gets the "villain" title when (1) he wasn't the so-called boss battle and (2) there are other characters who behaved the same way he did without the difference of the matter being outside of volleyball.

I mean, did he ever say or do anything bad that was outside of the topic of volleyball? Like personal attacks to other characters?

Sure, he hates volleyball geniuses like Kageyama and Ushijima but he acknowledges that fact and he was never one to underestimate their talents. But then again, that's within the parameters of the sport as opposed to it being personal beef.

And to be honest, blondie from Inarizaki is more antagonistic if we'll base it off of the bitch meter.

Hello, have you met, Atsumu?

Even his twin thinks he's a jackass. Jk ily bubu and you'll always be special to me but like this one's got attitude problems, is super loud but arrogant enough to make the whole court shut up during his serves and called his fangirls squealing pigs. At least Oikawa is nice to his fans.

100% will definitely make Oikawa cry if they try to out-bitch each other.

And speaking of making Oikawa cry...

Ushijima frikkin Wakatoshi! He could do no wrong. WRONG!

Like Oikawa, he's such a typical private school kid snob. You just know they're from those expensive boarding schools cause they have that attitude, like they look at you from below their patrician noses. Like wtf did the kids from the "Kōkōs" ever do to you "Gakuen" bitches?

Huh, Shirabu?

Anything you wanna say, Kunimi?

Okay. Back to the big guy...

Just look at him! He's super hawt and I love him to pieces rawr! 😍 Not the point. This one's elitist as fuck, you can't tell me otherwise. Like I can't write him as a poor/average person. It's weird. 😂

To Oikawa he goes, "My team's the bestest among the best and your team is shit except for you, I like you. Set for me." Like he fucking says this to Oikawa after Seijoh loses to Karasuno and for what? Read the room? My baby wants to be alone with...

And then! Ushiwaka goes around and spouts this bs about fertile soil producing the best yield i.e. Shiratorizawa and him and his team. Idk that sounded so high-handed to me, like oh sure, it's a fact that with the privilege to be in a private school that could fund good sports training, one could become a better athlete than others. Or sure, with innate talent, they could be better. It gives them an edge.

I might be wrong but it's like he's calling out Hinata and Kageyama for being from that proverbial "concrete" i.e. Karasuno OR Oikawa for being the only "efficient (?!)" player from Seijoh with his bad teammates.

It's unfair because (A) it's not like it's within Hinata and Kageyama's control that Karasuno doesn't have the best coaching there is and (B) it's not like Oikawa has control over who gets to be in his team even if he is captain. And they don't deserve to hear Ushijima say, "I don't wanna talk to losers who can't win against Oikawa and his shit team."

Biiiitch. Tell me that's not bad. Haha I really went for Toshi's ass. Sorry, my sweet manly man that I wanna climb.

But did Oikawa ever say something this mean? I mean apart from nearly punching 7th grade Gun Gun Milk boy and plotting to bury Tangerine Ninja with Iwa-chan?

Ah, Iwa-chan...the only one our greatest villain Oikawa Toru is scared of...

What does that say? 😏

Okay, given, Oikawa needs to be grounded. But why threaten him of bodily harm when he sneezes with the possibility of contracting a cold? Hm? Why is that? Explain, Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, p*ssy pounder *wipes drool, clears throat* I meant, JVA employee. Shouldn't we cuddle him instead? Make him chicken soup? Tuck him in bed? 😑 You meanie!

And speaking of mean people...

Need I say more? Tsukki and Tobio said more mean things to more people than Oikawa. Just count...😬

Honorable mentions because they're not exactly as bad as the others but they've got mean bones in their bodies somewhere:

Sakusa Kiyoomi (haughty ushiwaka partisan; secretly hates oikawa by extension 😂)

Futakuchi Kenji (bastard with a capital B; defo oikawa hater)

Hoshiumi Kourai (close to hell. very close to hell)

Sugawara Koushi (100% yes 👏)

Kuroo Tetsurou (evil chicken but finger lickin good)

Quick question: why does everyone think Suna Rintarou is a walking red flag? He's such a cutie little baby though? Like...he just wants to see Kita baby-talking his pet bird?

Anyway...I got carried away 🤣🤣🤣

Bottom line: How the hell is Oikawa a villain in the true essence of that word??? 😤 On par with Sukuna (let's make him the standard today cause 🤬)? HOW?!

Bet there will be those who'll get their panties in a twist and say, "Ek-chew-weli...he traumatized Tobio." Fine. 🙄😂

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Rage | B.H

Stranger things masterlist | Main masterlist

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x FemReader

Warnings: Harsh language* Bl00d* Ab*s!v dad* Neil should be its own warning*

Summary: Basically Y/n beats Neil's ass because he's a piece of shit father

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I sat on my couch looking over at the clock on the wall biting at the skin on my lips, any second there will be a knock on the door from my boyfriend, billy. He was late which made me nervous he was never late not even a second, it was always 10:30pm on the Dot.

I wanted to call him so badly but I didn't want to risk his dad picking up the phone and getting mad that Billy has been talking to me, me and Billy's dad had beef.

When I found out he was beating Billy I was pissed but Billy calmed me down and we went on with the night.

It be came a routine. I would walk him to the kitchen sit him down on the counter and stand in between his legs and clean him up and ice his bruised skin.

One night the night I finally snapped was definitely a night to remember, the reason that Neil doesn't hit Billy anymore or even look his way at that.

Billy came knocking on my door just as I expected, I already had the first Ad kit laying out on the kitchen counter, and I made my way to the door bracing myself to see my beatin up boyfriend.

When I opened the door I felt sick at the sight in Infront of me, he stood there with a black eye, a bloodied nose, a gash on his lip, cuts all over his face, and tons of blood all over his white tank top, it looked like he got smashed in the face several times with Steve's bat, he looked worse than all the other time's he came over.

" Bad huh?" He mumbled looking down at his boots, The anger Rose in me wanting nothing more than to march my ass over to the Hargrove residence and give Neil a piece of my mind.

I pulled him in not saying anything and signaling for him to sit on the counter which he agreed to do, hopping up and sitting down with his head hung low not saying anything or even making eye contact with me which he always did, but this time it was, different.

" So... what caused this one?" I asked sweetly while grabbing a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol wetting it.

He was quiet for a few seconds before speaking up, " h-he was going to- h...hit... Max." He said looking up at me, you could hear the anger in his voice and the rage in his eyes, I didn't know what to say as I looked at him with a puzzled look.

" Where is she now," I asked going to clean his cuts mentally telling myself not to rush over to his dad's house and beat his Fucking face to a bloody pulp.

" I told her to leave and come over here before my dad beat the shit out of me," he answered his voice breaking a bit.

" So that's why she was over here earlier, she never mentioned anything... She just said she was bored and asked if we could watch a movie... Then she said she was going over to Mike's house" I said a bit confused.

He winced as I cleaned his busted open lip

" Sorry baby... I'm so sorry" I said softly as I continued cleaning him up and throwing All of the blood-soaked cotton balls in the garbage.

I looked over at him noticing he still had on his bloody shirt, " you know... You can throw that away or I can bleach it" I said pointing to his blood-soaked shirt.

"you left several clothes here that you can change into, you can also take a shower" I finished walking up to him as he began to take the shirt off and throw it away.

" I can just buy a new one," he said looking back at me, we made our way up the stairs and to my room where I gave him a black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants he left here, I had cleaned them and folded them up nicely in my drawer that was full of Billy's clothes he left here.

He walked off into my bathroom leaving the door cracked and starting the shower, once he was in I grabbed his clothes he took off and walked downstairs throwing them into the washing machine and starting it.

I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm my nerves, it helped a little.

I listened as the shower water still ran, thinking of my poor boyfriend, he didn't deserve any of this, he deserves to be loved and treated kindly. And I was definitely going to be the one to show him love and affection for as long as I lived.

I was soon snapped out of my train of thought when I heard my house phone ringing, I thought It was odd because who would be up at this time. I walked over to the phone picked it up and stuck it up close to my ear, all I could hear was breathing and crying, which worried me.

" Hello?" I asked concerned.

" Y/n please come get me, I don't know where Billy is and Neil is trying to hit me... Please hurry PLEASE!" Max cried as she whisper and yelled into the phone before hanging up, my mouth hung open as tears clouded my vision, I listened for the shower upstairs... It was still running, perfect.

I grabbed my keys slipped on my shoes and walked out the door closing it quickly and quietly, making my way to my car and hopping in, and speeding off.

Max's house was only six houses down thank God she wasn't far, once I reached the house I heard screaming and yelling coming from the inside, I automatically ran up the steps busting the door open not even bothering to knock.

I saw Neil raising his hand at Max as she closed her eyes tight bracing for impact, but before he could do anything I pulled him backward knocking him to the ground, I got on top of him and started beating his face in.

I heard the cries of Max behind me breaking my heart but also making me angrier at the fact Neil was making her cry.

" YOU FUCKING BITCH... YOU MONSTER, YOU HURT MY BOYFRIEND AND NOW YOU WANT TO HURT MAX- I- HOPE - YOU- FUCKING- DIE!!! YOU BASTARD!!!!" I yelled at him with every single punch I threw at him, beating his face to a pulp.

He was weak but gained some strength to roll us over so he was on top, he raised his hand in a balled up first about to hit me, but before he could he was jerked off, I'm not talking about rolled off like he was lifted up, I opened eyes to see a pissed off, Billy, with his hands wrapped around Neil's throat holding him up in the air.

I looked over to Max both of us crawling over to each other and holding one another for dear life as we watched the scene in Infront of us.

Billy threw Neil across the room causing him to hit his head and groan out in pain, Billy walked over to him grabbed a kitchen chair and smashed it over his head and punched him in the gut causing him to yell in pain.

" IF YOU EVER! TOUCH MAX OR MY GIRLFRIEND I WILL KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!" Billy's voice Boomed.

" DON'T THINK ABOUT COMING NEAR US!, GET YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HAWKINS BEFORE I. RUIN. YOU." He yelled giving Neil one last punch to the gut.

He looked over at me and Max, and his facial features softened as he ran towards us giving us a big hug.

" I'm so glad my girls are okay," he said tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He helped us get up as he turned to walk out he was grabbed and thrown to the ground by the one and Fucking only Neil Hargrove.

Max grabbed a vase close by dumping all the flowers and water out and walking up to Neil, " HEY FUCK FACE!!" she yelled standing behind him, he quickly whipped around " WHAT THE FUC-" He was cut off by Max slamming the vase against his head,  knocking him out for good.

She ran to Billy helping him up and pulling him into a hug, I ran over to join the hug as I and Billy held Max while she cried.

" We need to go to my house, you guys can stay there until Susan comes back from her trip... Okay?" I said looking at both of them.

" You both go get all the stuff you need and meet me back down here," they nodded and ran upstairs to grab their things.

I sat down at the bottom of the stairs trying to process what the FUCK just happened.

" We're ready!" I heard Max yell as she and Billy came running down the stairs with suitcases in their hands.

" Alright let's get going," I said softly smiling opening the door as we all made our way to my car and pilled in.

...

Once we arrived at my house I told Max she could go take a shower and basically just make herself at home, my parents were never home so they wouldn't care who was there or what I was doing.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind pulling me into their chest, I let out a content sigh closing my eyes and letting my head rest against his chest.

" I'm sorry-" he began but I quickly cut him off " no Billy, no more apologizing for your father's actions... okay? None of this is your fault, you're safe here and so is Max, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you guys, he's not going to hurt you ever again... I promise you're okay now... I've got you, and I love Max she's like my daughter, I want you guys to stay here for as long as you need, If he shows up I swear to God I'll kill him myself and I don't care if I get thrown in jail for it." I said as tears rolled down my cheek, he pulled me in cupping my face and kissing me deeply, it was sweet and full of love.

We both pulled away staring into each other's eyes, "god I love you y/n" he said smiling before pulling me into another passionate kiss.

...

Billy Hargrove taglist🤎: @yearwalker96 @milfvibesonly @littlestarfighter03 @katsukis1wife

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep9

God I hope either the OVA or Season 2 gives us more Cherry and Joe backstory cause fuck do they deserve it.

Cherry, honestly, you have extended your hand to Adam far too many times. Honestly, what has he done for you other than take? You try and give your friendship, you try and give a helping hand, you try and give love, and you try and offer a chance to be better, but he won’t take it. It’s not your job to fix him, and at this point it’s hurting you more than you realize.

I wish Sk8 was longer cause we deserved more serious beefs for Joe, Cherry, Miya, and Shadow. Really amp them up to show why their the top skaters of the place.

I’m gonna start walking around S with a shirt that says “Reki Defense Squad” and a bat.

Reki: “Hey, LANGA!” (Now everyone at S knows ya’ll are gay.) [Who am I kidding? S is just a gay club with skateboarding.]

So, fun fact, steel beams can weigh over 1,000lbs even if it’s a small beam. Since it was being held up by a crane we can assume that the beam that Joe kicked was at least 4,000lbs. Muscle-bound God of Skateboarding indeed.

Ooof, Cherry knew Joe lost even before the race finished.

Adam: I can hear them now, the ringing of wedding bells! You’re about to hear my foot going up your ass.

Joe taking over for Oliver again. At this point, Nanako’s gonna be paying child support.

Oh, Reki, baby. 😢😢😢

Not gonna lie, when I first watched Sk8, I actually put a little hope into Adam, watching him lose his voice after he pulled Cherry’s card. His little “Oh” had me thinking he actually had a soul for a hot second.

The one outcome Joe didn’t want coming true. God can you imagine, even if he won against Langa, he’d still have had to watch Adam and Cherry’s beef?!

Cherry: I’ve been waiting for this day. Adam: I didn’t want to compete against you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I do actually like that Joe can flirt with people he only probably expects a passionate one-night stand, or something of a short relationship from. But, when it’s someone he truly loves, he loses his voice and becomes flustered.

Adam: Hey, how long is this little skit of yours going to go on? It’s about time to start. Me: Aww, is someone jealous he gave up his only two friends and that they still find happiness in each other? Sounds like a you problem.

Joe: Be careful. He’s not the old Adam. Cherry: I don’t need you to tell me that. Oof the double meaning in that.

If you think Cherry not only dodging the Love Hug, but also skating a corner with his eyes closed isn’t cool only because Carla told him the angle, we can’t be friends and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.

Ya’ll ever noticed Cherry talks to himself a lot?

I have so many words I have to say about Adam v. Cherry. Like. Sooooo many.

I wonder if these are his classmates or just random dudes he found. Like 3/4 are actually kinda cute, even though the two on the right look like total snobs.

Now, I’m 100% gonna make a separate post about Adam & Cherry, but for now, aren’t the red tiles on the ground sorta posed likes wings?

You can physically see Joe’s last shred of hope for Adam shriveling up and dying. Joe can tolerate a lot of shit, but he 100% has a line and it’s name is Sakurayakishi Kaoru.

I need those fucking contacts.

Reki, no, come back and take this pin right this second. 🥺

No, Tadashi, Adam being like this is not your fault. You’ve just been groomed to believe that any wrongdoing he does is on your shoulders.

Adam: You’re so naive, Cherry. Me: Damn, it’s almost as if he cares about you.

I like the way that Sk8 shows that Cherry’s current feelings for Adam aren’t romantic. When he gets hit, the image that shatters isn’t the one of the two of them looking into each other’s eyes or when Adam calls them special. It’s the one of him with Adam and Joe. The one of them laughing and being happy, something that he wishes that they all could have again.

I’m so gonna make a post on Adam’s boring comment. Like, how can I not? He’s so full of shit it’s actually insane. Like, I’m sorry you’re not letting yourself have fun.

On another note, I’m also gonna make a post on why I think Kaoru can’t go into the zone. And it’s not because of the way he skates either.

So am I supposed to believe the hospital didn’t call the cops when Kaoru escaped?

Love how it’s implied Joe drank that entire bottle of wine. Like, can you imagine how worried he was, head injuries are no joke.

Joe, sweetie, you need to tell him.

[misquigleya]

hi hello, back on my bullshit that is misty fucking quigley. could have had much more of her but it's okay...i fully expect to see more of my unhinged baby in the coming episodes. as usual, thoughts under the read more <3

sure you can look and look and look for someone that you actually love but you can also find you someone that will listen to, with the windows down, fuck tha police in your minivan while you're inside being questioned about your totally not dead but def missing boyfriend....we stay stanning jeffrey sadecki in this house and i love him so much. but also rip that dash and steering wheel 'cause it got sticky af from that spit take. like shauna please...he's gotta clean that now before you go off to cult camp with your besties

i wasn't a callie stan until just recently ( annoying teenager pls forgive me for side-eyeing the fuck outta her ) but miss ma'am gO OFF MAKE THEM QUESTION EVERYTHING DET. CREEPO SAYS 'cause goddamn that man needs to go. he needs to be fed to whatever the fuck they all brought back from the woods. also "does this mean we're going to jail???" i love the sadecki family so much.

VAN AND TAI PLEASE STOP PUSHING EACH OTHER AWAY but also please explain what happened for y'all to split up 'cause i'm no longer thinking it was 'cause of the "wicca bullshit" anymore seeing as tai is leaning more into it ( though that was kinda obvious from the fact that adult tai has her little alter #ripbiscuits )

i know they all got beef / tension with lottie but what was up with lottie and misty upon lottie seeing her. like please...what happened out there other than hottie lottie being diagnosed as schizophrenic and being institutionalized and that could ya know....'cause some tension and questioning of what had happened out in the woods, bUT STILL WHAT HAPPENED. 'CAUSE WHAT DID MISTY DO SEEING AS THEY'RE ALL MEH WITH HER. aside from her general weirdness and slightly off-putting personality.

that jackie bit when shauna passed out had me clutching my pearls like sHAUNA BABY DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. and also, i might get shit for this but whatever, eat my ass; thAT DREAM SEQUENCE HAD MY ASS BACK IN THE THEATER WATCHING TWILIGHT BREAKING DAWN PT. 2 like goddamn...okay this one wasn't THAT GOOD but they really had me there in the first half like i full blown thought i was gonna be able to tick off the eating of the...well you know off my bingo card. but nope, they played me, they said "yOU THOUGHT YOU SICK FUCK" so i'll give 'em that. four for you glen coco, four for you.

natalie bby do you need a hug?? yj writers...have you forgotten and or completely disregarded the whole mistnat setting up of season one and telling us to eat your asses now like ha-ha you really thought we'd give you those two?? hahahaha...i hate them and i need them to stop toying with my emotions. LET. THEM. BE. HAPPY. AND. TOGETHER. 'cause that "he was the only one i loved" and "he was the only one who cared about me" like mmmm...mmm...m'kay, i'm gonna go lay in the highway. but like i get. still going through some shit. bUT FUCKIN' RUDE.

deep breath

can we talk about misty's little goodie bag and how it was given carol in twd unloading all her shit when they got to alexandria and just...kept putting more and more on the cart? 'cause i loved that and i fucking lost it aND WALTER BUDDY BOY, YOU WAS GONNA DIE or i'm at least assuming as i don't know what was in the vial that misty had in her purse with the syringe like ma'am please. she was ready to beat the fuck outta whoever, handcuff them, and possibly do some light torturing....so i once again sAY WHY ARE YOU DICKING ME AROUND WITH MISTNAT YJ WRITERS?!?!!??! fucking hell...

anyways....

the episode was good but lowkey...they need to stop hyping them up so much or i need to lower my expectations. either way...felt there could be a bit more and feel like they're taking too long with the story and they're dragging it out to an almost annoying length. like we get it, you're hoping for five seasons but i don't want to wait 'til the last season to have all questions asked or if the worse outcome happens, they get cancelled, i don't want any room for no questions being answered. so...if they could stop dragging it out and get to the point, that'd be super. but that's just me.

[stuckysdumbbitch]

the eye of the storm

Summary: nothing is going the right way.

pairings: Dark!Hunter!Bucky x bunny hybrid! reader x steve rogers

warnings:18 + content, noncon smut, cuckholding, forced breeding, pain kink, soreness, kidnapping, angst, threesomes, lactation kink, innocence kink

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Both men watched as you innocently played with the little deer, the bunnies overjoyed to have a new friend. You had done your best to squeeze some milk out for the deer, and the little creature seemed totally happy about his stay.

Wandering hands on your hips caught you off guard, the musky scent of Bucky wafting over you made you slightly relax as he positioned his chin on your shoulder. But Steve plopped himself on the grass in front of you, and the babies went immediately to him. You frowned at how even the fawn followed him.

Dusk came, and Bucky invented some excuse for Steve to stay, saying it was “dangerous” for the super soldier to roam the woods this late. Supper went by quickly, soup and vegetable for you and beef for the men. The wine colored their cheeks and filled their mouths with hollers and over-the-top comments.

You at least expected Bucky to offer the couch, or even let you sleep in it, yet as you draped over your form one of his t-shirts, Steve crawled into bed right behind you. Hands pulled you closer, and you swallowed a cry when you saw Bucky laying the babies together, the fawn with the bunnies curling up.

The lights were off as your husband jumped into bed, and the horror began. The only thing you could tell was that Steve was latched to your back, sniffing your berry scented hair, and Bucky pulled you into a deep kiss. Tears fell down your cheeks, laying limp, allowing these men to hurt you and touch you as they pleased.

A finger delved through your folds, finding your nub to rub deliberately. You gasped when two fingers where introduced at once, shifting uncomfortably.

“Good girl,” Steve whispered, and you barely heard him talk while he was fucking you. “Gonna take my cock so well, right baby?”.

A pinch on your nipples caused you to yelp, throwing your head back onto Steve’s shoulder. The familiar cold and hot sensation todo you it was Bucky toying with your tits, but that also meant that the thick digits you were clenching around were Steve’s.

His hand left, and you suppressed a whine at the lost of contact. Wrapping your arms around Bucky when you felt a engorged head poke against your entrance, you sobbed. You could never grow fond of his length, it felt as if it would never end. He held your hips as he bottomed out, letting out a long breath that smelled like whiskey and cigarettes, a scent that was more familiar with Bucky.

His thrusts were deep and short, holding your hips against himself as you clutched to Bucky, your weird solace. His grunts began echoing in the room, more viciously and animal-like each time and your whimpers were shushed by Bucky, placing tender kissed on your lips.

Sweat took no time to coat your skin and the blond’s, beard scraping against your cheek as Bucky mysteriously reached over to the other man. Your eyes widened when you heard the sloppy sounds that weren’t just coming from your pussy. Steve became more erratic as he kissed Bucky, sloppy and messy. They grinned as they separated, the brunet instantly holding your face to kiss you and then place a thumb into your mouth.

Although it quickly came off when Steve pulled you underneath him, bending your knees just the slightest for leverage as he fucked into you.

“There you go, little bunny.” he cooed, wrapping his hand around your ears to tug “this ass is way too pretty to not look at, bouncing on my cock like you should.” He slipped a hand under your body to squeeze your sensitive boobs.

Bucky cradled your cheek with shimmery eyes, a loving glance that seemed way too out of context.

“You’re going to let Steve get you all nice and plump for me? gonna give me more babies? my good little bunny.” he praised, and you bit your lip in discomfort as Steve delivered a hard spank on your sore backside.

“Answer him, little slut.” he grunted, hips pistoling against you in an almost furious way.

“Yes!” you cried out, voice drawling out into a moan as you clenched around Steve.

“Of course you are; you know how pretty you make them.” Bucky chuckled, pulling you somehow closer.

Of course you hadn’t though your plan properly, thinking the two super soldiers wouldn’t hear you tiptoeing to the bathroom. As dainty as you were, the little noise was detected by the two men.

You reached the bathroom with a sigh, believing your plan had worked. The silver reflection that stared back at you on the dimly lit bathroom was saddening; your neck was marked with different hues of purple and blue, puffy eyes and red lips, sensitive tits and an ache on your ears for the intense pulling. You could barely flop them upwards.

You sat on the cool porcelain bathtub, slowly pulling out the silvery plug from your throbbing pussy. You finally closed your legs, almost moaning with delight at the empty feeling. A mixture of slick, cum and blood was quick to seep out of you, staining the white tub. You turned the faucet on, quickly washing your shame away. It was way to perfect to be-

BAM!

The door slammed open, and there they were. Oh god- you cursed yourself for you foolishness of thinking you could get away with this. Dumb little bunny, getting caught by the wolves again.

Your blubbering justifications meant nothing as a hand tugged both your hair and ears out of the bathroom, dragging you through the wood floors to toss you into the bed. Bucky was furious, Steve looked annoyed and disappointed. You didn’t know what was worst.

“You little bitch!” Bucky screamed, and you were for sure your babies were up now. He gripped your neck, pulling you to face him, face contorted in such anger you really feared for your life. “Are you such a whore you didn’t wanted to get pregnant so that he could continue fucking you? or you just want us to be miserable?”

His questions dumbfounded you, because the answer to both of them was no. He dropped you carelessly and began to strut to the dog bed, your eyes widened and you almost sprained your ankle trying to rush towards him. Steve caught you, pressing him to his stony chest. Bucky picked up James, the little male bunny who stared to its mommy in confusion.

“You are telling me you don’t love them?”Bucky questioned, genuinely sounding hurt. “You are telling me you don’t want to have more of this beautiful things?”

“Why the fuck do you want more so desperately?” you yelled, tossing in Steve’s grip. “You went as far as to let another man rape me because you are so desperate to have more children, why?”.

He strutted towards you, thick body hovering over yours. He could kill you, Steve could kill you, they could kill your babies. The little bunny he was holding in his hands was a reminder of it.

Your gaze didn’t falter this time, you stared right at him.

“Because you are mine.” He stated, clenching his teeth. “You are mine to fuck and do whatever the fuck I want; so if I please to make you round with children to keep me happy and accompanied, I will.”

[animesllut666]

He is.. my step dad.

Characters: Toji X GNReader

Anime: Jujutsu kaisen

Type: Headcannon

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, rudeness, yelling, teasing, brief mention of animal abuse, bullies.

Summary: 14 year old … Fushiguro just discovered they have a new step dad. What would life be like for them?

He wouldn't be one of those new step dad's that would try too get you too like him

Nope, he wouldn't even care if you cussed him out or even threw a knife at him

100% would laugh at your attempt to scare him

You fought with him for a while

Picking him apart, teasing him, talking over him etc.. pretty rude towards him

Then again.. this guy just showed up one day an your mom was shocked by your annoyance.

Slowly you start to get used to him ... Somewhat

Picks you up from school, just to piss you off. Since he IS good looking, it caused a steer amongst students AND faculty.

Learns to bring Megumi an Tsumiki along, cuz you weren't as vicious towards him

Finds out that you stand up to bullies, an would back you up one day.

You would make meals for everyone (kids) an leave a little for him

"You need help gumdrop?" "No, go away Toji" stands back while you whoop some ass.

He would call you nicknames just to piss you off. Pats your head if you were fully done growing, lifts you up cuz the man is STRONG, he loves to tease you.

He didn't mind, he found it nice that you even left him some

I SERIOUSLY THINK HE A HIDDEN COOK, CAN MAKE ANYTHING

So imagine your shock when he makes a beef Wellington, an brings out a homemade gravy that made you melt

An start to accept him.. sort of

"What are you doing?" You found him one day sharping all his knifes an polishing his guns

Your mother knew of his occupation, but told him to keep it from you

"Ugh.. my hobby?"

"Are ... Are you an assassin or something?"

"Yes."

Imagine that conversation with your mom an you, "HE AN ASSASSIN! HOW... HOW WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW THE HELL DO I KNOW HE WONT KILL US? OR EVEN KNOW HE WONT GIVE US UP FOR MONEY OR SOMETHING?!" (... Megumi...)

"I wouldn't get much for you, just maybe 1 yen."

Threw a knife and spoon an this motherfucker caught them so fast an sent them back.

😲 <- you -> 🤔 thinking for a second

"Can.. can you teach me?"

Que your weird love hate teaching relationship with him

He teaches you how to fight, much against your mother wishes.

Little did any of them know, you weren't the purest angel either

"No, if your going to kick me in the gut, put your full strength behind it."

After awhile, you both kind of bond, an he starts to tell you about his past. You both had similar childhoods, abandoned an alone..till a child an sibling came in.

Though, you do have a hate relationship (mainly you), if anyone tries to say anything negative about him best believe you were in there face

"If anyone is going to say negative things about him. It'll be me!"

"Hey! He maybe a deadbeat but he is OUR DEADBEAT" CUE HIS "YEAH.. THE FUCK?!"

One time someone took you hostage, an his training paid off cuz he arrived to see the guys beaten to a blood pulp.

"huh, could have killed them" "Toji! Can I get some praise?"

Straight out found his last name was Zenin an teepeed the Zenin estate with the help of Megumi an Tsumiki one night on the way back from the park

Nearly died, but hey... It was worth it.

"Why did you do that? You co-" "Fuck the Zenin Clan, they bitches"

🥲 had to quickly wipe a tear from his eye

"But also fuck you, cuz you ate the last of my cake"

He would *try* to understand an watch anime with you

Even started to read manga

"I wish I could get hit with Oikawa serve"

"Ugh.. what?" "Damn, if only Levi could yell at ME like that." "What the fuck."

Toji would be the type to slowly warm up to you, an bring you little souvenirs from some of his missions across Japan or even abroad

"It's a keychain" "I found it.." proceeds to hand you a *stolen* shirt saying "I love Kyoto" gives you a fucking Oikawa cut out

Toji the type of step dad that would help (or try) with school work, but then suggest to just threaten the teacher

"You have parent teacher conference? I'll go."

Imagine the teacher face seeing this beef (terrifying) cake walk in behind you

After that your mom banned him from going to teacher conferences

She also told you both not to go grocery shopping together anymore either

Ya... May have came back with more food an cops on your heels..

Towards the end of his life, you both became to pees in a pod.

He let you do his hair one time, pigtails all around. May have put some pink an blue dye in his hair.

100% would call you into school if ya were sick (or not)

If you were sick, he would try his best at making you some food. He was taking notes from the times the other two had been sick

I feel like if you (or the other kids) got hurt, too the point he had to take you to the hospital..he would panic

"Oh my god.. OMG WHAT DO I DO?"

Fucking sweet Tsumiki "they need to go too the hospital, their fever is 103"

You two were a force to be reckon with, both verbally an physically

Saw someone getting picked on? Both right there verbally telling them off.

Noticed a kitten or puppy getting abused? Toji had to hold you back from killing the people.

The night before he goes out (when he dies the next day), you tell him to be careful

"Don't die.. I have a weird feeling about this one"

Pats your head, an starts to tease you about warning about him. Of course you tell him it's not like that, but deep down you both know something will go down the next day

When you get word that he was dead, an that he arranged for Megumi to be sold to the Zenin Clan. All hell broke lose, your mom was gone, an you were taking the kids an were on the run for a few months

Till that weird albino rat showed up one day

"Here, I'll take you all in, but you.. have to say I'm handsome"

You fucking took Megumi an Tsumiki an walked away

[neko-nemesis]

Diluc this, huffman that EXCUSE YOU- Where tf is your appreciation for literal Dilf Wagner ??? I mean hunny??

A workaholic blacksmith? Hunky af? Strong? Actually had some meat? (sorry itto they did you dirty why mihoyo give you sticks for arms I dunno) the actual fucking zaddy in this damn game?!?!? Hellooo?!?!

Ps: my brain if full of rot and I finally plucked up the courage to send asks lmao excuse all the useless ones i prolly sent

THANK you for the ask love @brokeartskid and GOSH I'm so SORRRRRY for the late response, shit for me is going a lil rough this new year but ANYWAYS 😋OKAY OKAY listen. HEAR ME OUT!! I got alot to say about this man. BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I HEAR YOU AND I GET YOU. I JUST DIDNT THINK THERE'S PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO THINKS THE SAME WAY DDHDHDHDJ and goodness please, feel free about the asks, you made my day with this incredible one <3 don't hesitate to drown me with your brainrots CAUSE UGH SAME DAMNITNSHDJS I finally know there's other fucking people drooling over this buff ass Wagner.

Side note for itto, istg he looks like Zeke's titan/ the beast titan from aot ☠️ I'm sorry mihoyo played my guy wrong

Istg, I saw a TikTok of him way before I started the game and man got me raising my brow in interest. And when I did join the game, when I would have some spare time, I'd just stand there near the blacksmith and watch him HAHHSJDUDHDJ. I got some headcanons of my own for this beef cake (lmao I'm sorry) ;)

Okay, No one. NO ONE can convince me this mf isn't pent up as shit. I doubt he ever took some time off from working so hard all the time and you know, let his mind wonder. So really, imagine being that one little pretty thing that caught his eye. >:)

He's ofcourse not one to have time for idle chatter (diluc much?), Imagine that sexy buff man for once in his life getting distracted during work whenever you were around the streets. Oh I'm sure it will be soooooo frustrating for the man </3 what's more enticing annoying for Wagner is that you know what you're doing.

So imagine one fine evening, he just had enough. He's not used to having distraction nor a need for something or should I say someone ? Ofcourse it's none other than you ♡ even more so, after seeing you flirt away with his apprentice, Schulz??? Well let's hope he doesn't break the weapon he's forging with his bare hands. (Screaming cause like just think for a secondsjdj) bestie you're getting your guts rearranged tbh.

So I say, don't be so surprised if you happen to be walking by but suddenly get dragged out of no where but then see it's none other than Wagner himself, literally fuming. (Gosh do  I love hot men when they're angry.)

So just imagine, Dilf Wagner having enough with your shit and bending you over, arching your back until it aches a bit from the stretch but I'm sure you don't mind <3 the fucking man you've been wanting for so long, is about to pound you to oblivion buttt not yet.

The last thing you'd expect is him ripping down your pants/dress, the bottom half atleast. But before you could protest about the cold or your torn up clothing, his calloused hand spanking your bare bottom, hard. Gosh those hands. I can't bear to imagine the absolute bliss as well as sparks of pain you could feel through the impacts from his hands. My masochist ass can only dream~

And his voice? Cross my heart and I hope to die, it makes me all giddy. Imagine that same voice sounding all husky and drunk heavy in lust,

"You've been waiting for this, aren't you?"

"Don't tell me you're getting off to this like a whore."

OH and please tell me you remember his line from the dragon storm or whatever quest, he really goes

"What? Speak up. I can't hear you."

Imagine him mocking you like that when all you can do is whimper.

FUCK this, I can't write everything I think of here. I'll literally write a fic today about this mf 🏃‍♀️💨 lmk if you wanna get tagged ;))

[rebelwrites]

From This Moment || Part Twelve

Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.

Warnings: none

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The room was so quiet you swore you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on you and Jax, some were looks of confusion, others were looks of worry but the main ones were looks of hatred. Especially from Gemma and the two in question.

“She’s carrying the child of a member of this club,” Gemma spat, looking down at you like you were nothing but trash. “She had every right to be protected, too.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she had a point. You may not have liked her but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if something happened to the child, even if you were still having doubts about who the father actually was.

“What’s he doing here then?” you said lowly, narrowing your eyes at your ex husband, who was standing rather close to Tara, his arm planted around her waist. Just the sight of him was making your stomach churn, once upon a time you were head over heels in love with this guy but now you couldn’t stand the sight of him, now that you could see his true colours. “He has no reason whatsoever to be here.”

“Good to see you too, Sweets.” Ayden laughed coldly, with a smug look on his face. As he watched you screw your face up at the nickname he had for you.

“Wasn’t speaking to you asshole.” You scoffed, trying not to throw up at the name he called you, turning your attention back to Gemma. “As I said, what's he doing here?”

“You seem to be forgetting that he is the ex of the Vice President’s best friend. That link is enough to put him in danger.” Gemma smirked proudly, knowing that it would get under your skin with him being here. “Both Ayden and Tara got attacked last night by the Mexicans.” Raising your brow at them, both you and Jax took in the black eye that was forming on her face. Things didn’t make sense, there was no beef with the Mexicans, it had all been put to bed and a new page was turned. So why would they randomly attack a pregnant woman, and more importantly how did they know she was carrying Jax’s child. “If they are willing to attack pregnant women what else are these spics going to do?”

You blood was boiling, you hated the term Spics with a passion. And here she was just spewing the word out of her mouth. You weren’t even going to waste any more breath on them, you didn’t need to stress yourself out. “Whatever.” You shrugged, wiggling out of Jax’s arms, reaching into his Kutte pulling out the pack of smokes and his zippo before heading outside. You needed some air and had to make an important phone call. A phone call to someone that would know what the word on the street was, someone who wouldn’t feed you bullshit.

Resting the ball of your foot on the pedals of Jax’s bike you perched your ass on the seat as you pulled the phone to your ear, letting your lit cigarette hang between your blood red lips. Taking a few deep breaths as you listened to the dial tone.

“Took you long enough to answer, Tio!” You laughed, as you watched the smoke from your cigarette float into the air. “Could have been dying here.”

“But you aren’t, Chika, so don’t get dramatic.” His voice boomed down the phone, causing a small smile to appear on your face. “We both know I’m the dramatic one here. So stop stealing my role. Now, what can I do for my favourite person.”

“I need to know what the streets are saying. Club’s gone into lockdown and Tara is saying her and Ayden got attacked by the Mexicans last night. So Gemma, being mother Teresa, has them at the club.” You sighed heavily, watching as Jax strolled out of the clubhouse, glancing around the lot until he spotted you.

“Leave it to your Tio,” he said softly, “Give me a couple of hours to get the info and I will come and check on you both.” You smiled at his statement, knowing that he cared for Jax the same way he cared for you, even if he did tease you. “Oh and Chika, didn’t I tell you that white boy was dangerous and there’s a reason I call him troublemaker?” You could hear the smirk in his voice and could clearly picture the face and gestures he was pulling right now. “Try not to kill anyone.” He laughed, ending the call.

Pulling your phone away from your ear, you shook your head at your phone. You knew he wouldn’t let you down, he always pulled through with the intel. Jax was now standing in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Everything okay, Darlin’?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed, tossing the cigarette but on the floor, instantly replacinging it. You knew chain smoking wasn’t the answer but right now it was helping. “Tio is going to see what the word on the street is, I don’t think it was the Mexicans. He said he would swing by once he has found something but I think that is more so he can check up on me.”

“It’s because he loves you,” Jax whispered, brushing his fingers over your cheeks. “Now finish your smoke, go take a shower, it will help relax you and I know you are dying to get changed.” He nodded, dropping his gaze to your feet. “I don’t know how you deal with these things.”

“There is a thing called a work dress code, you know.” You smirked, cocking your bow at him, “But yeah I hate them, they are the spawn of Satan, give me my trainers and combat boots any day of the week.”

Jax felt you tense under his touch, following your gaze he saw Tara and Ayden strolling out of the clubhouse. He knew that this would be bringing up old memories, because it was for him. He hated the amount of nights you were sobbing in his arms due to an argument. “Just ignore them baby,” Jax hummed, taking your hand in his running his fingers over your finger tattoo. “They just want to get a reaction out of you.”

He was right, especially with the way they were both watching you like a hawk. If looks could kill you would be dead. “Just hold your head up high and ignore them,” Jax whispered, pulling you to your feet, taking the remainder of your smoke off you. Normally you would moan at him for it but you couldn’t be bothered. You were just tired of being froze out, it was like you were the black sheep of this very fucked up family.

Soon enough you were in the bathroom of the bunk, letting the hot water lash down at your skin. Jax decided to leave you to it, knowing that you weren’t in the mood for talking right now, so he gently closed the door to the bunk, making his way down the hallway. Stopping the moment he reached his father’s bike, resting his hand on the handlebar he looked at the photo on the wall. “What do I do Dad?” He mumbled, blinking back a few tears. “This isn’t how everything was meant to go. Will we ever get our happy ending?” He spoke as if he was going to get the answers he searched for. Shaking his head, he used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe his eyes before joining everyone back in the main room.

“How is the little lass?” Chibs asked, slamming his hand down on Jax’s shoulder.

“Stressed, but I can’t blame her.” Jax sighed, running his hand over his face. “I’m just trying to keep the stress levels down, we still don’t know what her triggers are for her migraines and the last thing I need is her having an attack because of this fucked up family drama.”

“Things will work themselves out, Jackieboy, they always do,” Chibs said softly. “Just keep doing what you are doing.”

“Thanks, brother,” Jax nodded, reaching over the bar to grab a beer.

Around an hour had passed when one of the prospects came bounding into the clubhouse. “There is someone parked outside of the gates, wanting to get in. Some Mexican guy, but I have never seen this dude before.”

Jax instantly looked up from his conversation with Happy. “What car is it, bro?”

“Turquoise Chevy Bel Air.”

“Let him in.” Jax nodded, not missing the glare he was getting from Clay and his Mom.

“Thats it, just let some fucking Spic into the club,” Clay growled, makking the whole room fall silent once again. “You remember we are on lockdown and it was the Mexicans that attacked the mother of your child.”

Jax rolled his eyes, instantly standing to his feet, barging past everyone to square up with Clay, he was seconds away from punching Clay not caring if he was the President or his step father. Before he could throw a punch, he felt the soft touch of your hand on his. “It’s not worth it, baby,” you said softly. He didn’t know you had ventured out of the room.

“Your Tio is here.” He breathed, focusing on your touch rather than the anger that was running through his veins. “Let's see what the streets are saying.” Linking your fingers with Jax’s you both made your way outside, Jax didn’t miss the smile on your face as you watched the Bel Air cruise into the lot, parking wherever there was space.

The moment Nero stepped out of the car, he ran his gaze over your appearance, the hoodie you were wearing definitely didn’t belong to you especially with how oversized it was. “See you don’t wear your own clothes now, Princesca.” He smirked, raising his brow as he pointed to the navy blue SAMCRO hoodie. “At least you aren’t stealing my jumpers and cardigans.” He chuckled, pulling you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. “‘Mano, you might want to invest in some more clothes because this one is notorious for stealing clothing.”

“Trust me, I know.” Jax laughed, as you stepped back allowing Nero to hug him. “She was stealing my shit long before Vegas, she tries to deny it but she has one section that is just my hoodies and t-shirts.”

“Still here you know,” you huffed, pouting at your husband. “Now let's take this inside, I have a feeling the whole club is going to want to hear what the truth is.”

Once again all eyes were on you as you walked back into the clubhouse. Leaning against the bar as Chucky instantly asked Nero what he wanted to drink, beaming when he asked for a coffee. Smiling softly at Chucky you asked him to make you one two, you had always liked how he made it, it was always the perfect blend of sweetness and bitterness.

“So, this attack on your baby mama, wasn’t the Mexicans.” Nero hummed, sipping his coffee, nodding approvingly at Chucky. “Very reliable source as well.”

“Your source is wrong.” Tara snapped, raising her voice.

“Do I look like a person who does not have reliable sources?” Nero said bluntly, pointing to himself as he spoke. “In my line of business everyone gets vetted, so do not try to say my sources are anything but legit.”

You couldn't help but smirk as he put Tara in her place. Folding your arms over your chest, you watched as her skin started turning a nice shade of crimson as she got flustered. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something but instantly stopped herself. You had caught her out and she knew it. This beef wasn’t with the Mayans or any of the other Mexican clubs, this was with Darby’s crew for torching the porn studio.

“So, Tara,” Jax’s voice boomed through the club. “Anything you want to say? Or are you just going to keep lying about how you got that black eye?”

The silence was deafening, you watched intently as her eyes darted around the room, realizing that all eyes were on her. You watched as she fumbled with the sleeve of her hoodie, the colour fully draining out of her face and she looked like she was going to throw up.

“We haven’t got all day!” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you rested your head on Jax’s shoulder, waiting for her to speak.

“It must have been a random act of violence then.” Tara started, throwing her arms up in the air.

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Baby Momma Drama

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

“So I can’t take her to see my family?” Dem asked Nicole and she ignored him. He was tired of going back and forth with her about his child. He understood how she felt but she was just trying to control him and the way he parented his daughter. 

There wasn’t shit he could do about what happened but apologize and try to be a good father. Nicole was not making that easy for him in the slightest. Then would turn around and use his absence against him when she didn’t get her way. Dem was genuinely remorseful about his actions and she knew that. He always took her feelings into consideration and practiced patience, hoping that she could really forgive him one day. However, anything he wanted to do with Melody she had to be there. Nicole didn’t want her around his family without her either, but they didn’t want Nicole in their presence at all. They only got to see his daughter twice in a whole year. 

“Yo, can you fuckin’ hear?” 

“Cleary, and just like before I said no. If they want to see her, they can come here, or I’ll gladly go to them.” 

“And I told your illiterate ass they don’t fuck witchu. Unless you want A to beat you the fuck up.” 

“Please! I’ll drag that bitch if she ever put her fuckin’ hands on me.” Nicole knew Avery couldn’t stand her and the feeling was mutual. 

“Bro…” Dem counted to three doing his best not to get mad. This was where he’d been tested the most lately. “So you expect her to just not know her whole other side? She don’t even know her own sisters.” 

“Nigga, I don’t care nor is that my problem! My baby is not going anywhere without me. The judge has approved this. I don’t trust you and in the eyes of the law you are not a fit parent. You don’t even have control over any of your own finances! I should actually be arguing with Lake about visitation, not you!” Nicole spat, flippantly. She got all of this information when they went to court. Lake being his guardian only worsened his case and made Nicole’s stronger.

“Really? But when you want dick, I’m trustworthy. When you wanna go out and be a hoe with your dumbass friends, I watch her and muthafuckin KJ too, you can trust me then though?” 

Nicole didn’t have a rebuttal to that because not only wasn’t Dem lying but it made her valid points invalid. Dem was a great father and she had him on the tightest leash using the past as a way to control him. She was granted full custody of their daughter and that gave her even more leverage. 

“Exactly, now you the fuck quiet with your stupid ass. Come get her ready, I’m taking her.” 

“No the fuck you not!” Nicole pushed him back from going further upstairs and he held the banister as to not fall. It didn’t take much after that to set Dem off. He smacked the shit out of Nicole, and she bounced off the wall rolling down the steps. 

Stuff like this really felt below Dem. Domestic issues with any woman wasn’t what he had time for or wanted to be involved in. He never reacted on anyone that didn’t do something to him first. It was simple math to Dem, don’t put your hands on him, if you weren’t ready to get knocked the fuck out, or sometimes worse. He handled his problems with finality, but he couldn’t just erase the mother of his child, so this was the bullshit he had to deal with all the time.

All of the commotion could be heard outside. Wreck and Roddy were standing outside smoking. They walked in and shook their heads watching Nicole try to beat Dem up. He wasn’t even really doing anything except flinging her ass around, and she was on the floor screaming all dramatic. This wasn’t the first time they witnessed her do stuff like this but in front of a judge she was miss innocent and perfect. The crazier thing was, nobody ever tried to invalidate her feelings, they just wanted a relationship with Melody, however she wouldn’t allow that unless there was one with her too. 

“Chill the fuck out!” Wreck pulled her up from the floor and off of Dem’s leg.

“See! He put his fuckin hands on me, and I’m supposed to let him take my daughter? Get the fuck out my house!” 

“Bitch fuck you! You wouldn’t be up in this bitch if it wasn’t for me! Lake was ready to send your ass back to the projects! I don’t have these problems with none of my other baby mommas! You the only one make shit harder than it gotta be!” 

“Maybe because you didn’t fuckin’ rape them!” 

That word took Dem out of the ring every single time and Nicole knew it. He backed down from her whenever she said it. Dem hated to think of himself like that and it only added to all the other names associated with him. Rapist. It didn’t sit right on his heart and the fact that he couldn’t even remember made it easier to swallow sometimes, but Nicole did not let him forget. 

“You a fuckin’ nut, bro,” Roddy said, looking at her with disgust. 

Dem said fuck it and walked out of the house. This shit was starting to take a toll on him. He didn’t even get to see Melody and it hurt. He loved seeing her because she didn’t look anything like him, but his father, she had inherited Hassan’s every feature. 

While Poppy and Damaris were both on the fairer skin side and looked like him, Melody was the opposite. She actually resembled Loire. Nobody could believe it when they first saw her. Sav always joked that she could pass for Lake’s baby and that set Avery off. She didn’t think that was funny at all. Dem did get a paternity test though and she was indeed his. He could spend hours looking at her beautiful melanin-rich face. 

“You ard?” Wreck asked him, getting in the driver’s seat. Roddy hopped in the back and he pulled off. 

“I’m tired of her constantly throwing that shit in my face…I don’t even remember.” 

“She a fuckin’ nut ass bitch, but I ain’t hear her say that when she was screaming from the dick the other night,” Roddy said.

“You be fuckin’ her?” Wreck asked, as he stopped at a red light and looked over at his brother.

“Sometimes,” Dem shrugged. “When she asks.” 

“Nah, turn her ass down next time,” Wreck advised him. “She gon’ keep getting her way cause she think you owe her something. What type of bitch wanna get fucked by a nigga they accusin’ of some shit like that? Fuck that, next time she want some dick, curve her ass. I bet she start actin’ right.” 

“Yup, hoes be tryna act like they don’t want sex as much as niggas. They be worse than us. Hold the dick and watch she be like,” Roddy cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for actin’ up Daddy, you can take the baby and this pussy whenever you want.” 

“Roddy shut the fuck up,” Wreck laughed. “You on it with us tonight?” he asked Dem.

“Fuck no, you got super nigga back there,” Dem said referring to Roddy who simply shook his head. They had a little beef between them. “I got Damaris this weekend anyway and Haze be getting tired fast now so she can’t handle both of them for too long. I was hoping to get Melody so they can all be together. It’s fucked up they don’t even know their own sister.” 

“Lake need to take that bitch back to court and get some custody rights. How the fuck she get to keep a baby away from her damn family?” 

“She like Dem that’s why,” Roddy chuckled, lighting up a blunt. “Bitch do not care how her baby got here. She want this nigga and his daughter how she gonna get him.” 

“Man, she the last bitch I’ll be with. I’ll marry Mu before I settle for her ass.” 

They all started laughing because they knew how much Mumu got on his nerves too. The only reasonable one he had was Haze. She nor Mumu came close to the headache that Nicole was though. 

“Talk to Lake, bro,” Wreck advised him. “Tell him you ready to be on your own and handle shit. You can’t keep going through this.” 

Dem didn’t respond because he wanted to be independent and not have his brother in charge of his every move, but he wasn’t sure if he was actually ready.                                                             ******* “Call Avery and see what she says,” Haze told Dem while standing at the stove cooking. He told her the watered-down version of what happened with Nicole earlier that day. “You already know if she says no then Lake will too. They don’t do shit without each other, but you need to see your child.” 

Haze was well aware of the whole situation between Dem and Nicole. She didn’t really have an opinion because it seemed like a he say she say situation. However, if she thought Dem was capable of doing something so vile, she nor Poppy would be around him but Haze didn’t believe he could, even off his meds like Nicole accused. She found out about Dem’s condition and used it as yet another target on his back. Haze only witnessed Dem in action one time and although he was a bit erratic, he didn’t do anything to hurt her or Poppy. She just called Sav and he dealt with him.

“Cause my brother a whipped ass nigga now.” 

“No, that’s marriage, Dem. A husband and wife supposed to have each other back.” 

“Whatever, A will kill that bitch if they in the same space and it’s not even about Ky. Nicole disrespectful as fuck.” 

“Call her,” Haze insisted. Dem blew his breath and started tapping on his phone.

“Hey baby boo!” Avery answered happy for him as always. 

“Wassup?” 

“Nothing, feeding your mean ass brother and his mean ass kids.” 

“Stop actin’ like you don’t love them.” 

“I don’t,” Avery whispered making Haze and Dem crack up. “So what you need? You don’t be calling me for no reason.” 

“Nut ass Nicole said I can only get Melody if she’s there.” 

“Well her bitch ass isn’t welcome in my house!” Avery snapped like Dem knew she would. “Did you forget what the fuck she said to me? What she said about Melody?! But the judge gives her custody?! I tried Dem, I really did try to be cordial with that bitch, but I don’t play about you and I most certainly don’t play about my husband, you know that.”

“A, I miss my daughter. I want y’all to see her. She gettin’ so big and she don’t even know y’all, her sisters, nothing.” 

“What you want me to do, Dem?” 

“I want y’all to come over her crib this weekend—”

“Dem, I love you, but I am not stepping foot in that bitch house. She better be lucky her ass ain’t on the street! Why can’t we meet her somewhere? What about coming over there—” 

“Fuck no!” Haze yelled cutting Avery off before she could finish. “That bitch ain’t coming up in here, A! She be stressing him out to the point it irritate me, and I don’t have time for her smart-ass mouth because pregnant and all I will lay hands on her lying hoe ass!” 

Dem wasn’t even a part of the conversation after that. He sat the phone down while Avery and Haze called Nicole everything but a child of God. Dem went to watch TV with his daughters. 

“Mommy…” Poppy said, covering her ears hearing Haze talk loudly all the way in her playroom. 

“Yea, it’s okay boo boo.” Dem sat on the big pink bean bag chair with Poppy and Damaris on both sides of him and watched DC Superhero Girls. 

The way he handled most things that would set him off now, is to just sit with his daughters. They calmed the hell out of him. No medicine or treatment ever brought him that much peace. Nicole was trying to come between that, and he swore she was doing it on purpose, but Dem refused to backtrack and throw away all of his progress, but something had to give.

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Work In Progress Chapter Eight

Summary: After leaving the BAU, you promised you would never go back. But then, you meet your replacement. Your genius, caring, loving replacement, and you can't stop yourself from being pulled back into that world.

Chapter TW: Discussion of Spencer's mom, swearing See Series Masterlist for full series TW.

Word Count: 1391

A/N: Bit of a series announcement. I have so much more of this story written, and it is killing me that I can’t share everything with you yet, so I’ve updated my schedule to post every Sunday and Wednesday!!

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You swing open the door to his apartment with more bags than necessary. “What do you want to make first?”

He thinks for a moment. “Can we make meatloaf? My mom used to make it all the time, and I’ve been missing her.”

“Of course. Do you want to take the lead?”

He doesn’t answer verbally. He gets to work gathering the ingredients and heating the oven. Luckily, you manage to find a loaf pan in a cupboard. It seems like his mom got him a set of cookware before he moved in.

You can tell Spencer is a bit uneasy about touching the raw beef, so you do. As you’re kneading, you try to make a simple conversation. “Where’s your mom now?”

“Bennington Sanitarium,” he answers. “I write to her every day, though. I told her about you.”

You smile, turning your focus to the meat. “That’s sweet. Where’s Bennington?”

“Vegas.”

“You a gambler?”

He smirks. “I may have been banned from a few casinos.”

“Spencer!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “What’re you doing with the FBI? You could be making bank.”

“I like it here.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Where’re you from?”

“Nashville,” you answer, “went to Vandy, worked my ass off, and, while not as impressive as you, managed to get two degrees. Elementary ed and criminal psych. Can you hand me the pan?”

“Still a little bitter with Vanderbilt,” he confesses.

“Why’s that?”

He sets the timer, while you move to the sink. “Didn’t reach out to me.”

“Oh, and you had what Yale looking to recruit you?” you joke.

“Yes, actually. It was my backup.”

Dishes clatter in the sink. “I’m sorry, Yale was your backup? What the hell?”

He laughs at you, taking the clean dishes from you. “I wanted CalTech. I got in.”

“Doesn’t surprise me one bit.” You dry your hands before turning back to him. “I’m sure you’ll have a case soon, but this should take you through the week.”

“Thank you so much. Not sure what I would do without you.”

You shrug. “Probably whatever you were doing last week.”

“(Y/N).”

“Sorry. Seriously though, I’m glad to help you, or just spend time with you.”

“Maybe we could do something normal and coupley then.” He places the loaf pan back in its cupboard. “I mean if you want to be a couple. I don’t want to make the executive decision.”

“I would love to be a couple.”

“Should we watch a movie or something?”

“As long as one of us can hear the timer, I’d love to.”

Without looking at the timer, he manages to give you the exact time left.

“Okay, so I guess you’ve got the timer,” you say, sitting on the couch. “What’re we watching?”

He sits at the other end of the couch. “Doctor Who?”

“Sure, but I have to warn you, I’ve never actually seen an episode.”

He looks at you in mock outrage. “We’ll have to fix that.”

You scoot closer to him. “I suppose we will.”

“I know I’m not the best at social cues, so I’m just going to ask. Do you want to sit with me?”

You finally move so that you are next to him. “Yeah. I do.”

He smiles, leaning into you. “Good.”

At some point, you start to feel yourself fall asleep. He’s so comfortable, and he smells good, and he’s running his fingers through your hair. Just when you feel yourself on the edge of sleep, the alarm goes off. You startle awake, causing Spencer to chuckle.

“Good nap?”

“Never got to sleep.”

He frowns, getting up. “Let me get the meatloaf out. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t take too long.” You lean against the arm of the couch.

He kisses your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He stays true to his word, coming back almost as quickly as he left. “Missed you,” you mumble, curling back into his chest.

“You could see me the whole time.”

“I know, but you’re comfy.”

You must have embarrassed him. He doesn’t respond, just tangles his hand back in your hair. You never want to fall asleep any other way.

To be fair, Spencer also never wants you to fall asleep any other way. The moment you fell asleep was one of the most blissful moments in his life. Cooking with you, showing you his favorite show, falling asleep in each other’s arms. It was all too perfect.

Still, there is something nagging at him. “Are you awake?”

He breathes a sigh of relief when you don’t answer.

“I wanted to tell you something. I really don’t like keeping things from you. I tried and lasted all of twelve hours.” He twists your hair between his fingers. “Thank you for not asking about my mom. It’s hard for me to talk about, and I already shared all of this with the team. It’s a lot to talk about twice, y’know.” You shift in your sleep, curling further into his chest. It almost feels like an answer. “She’s a schizophrenic. I had her committed there when I was eighteen. It was by far the worst day of my life. But, it’s what was right for her, and I know she knows that now, but then, it hurt. A lot.

“At least when I was there, I could see her often, but now… Now it’s hard, so I write the letters. I know it’s not quite the same, but it keeps us in touch. I write to her every day. I was scared to tell her about you. I just wanted to make sure that you felt the same way I do. Besides, it’s early. She gets a little too invested in things like this. I remember when I was younger, I had a crush on this girl in my class. She was significantly older than me, so there was no way this was ever going to happen, but still, she did everything in her power to make sure it could.” He laughs. She never outright told Spencer that, but every day before school she would make sure he looked nice and would always tell him how wonderful he was and how much people love him.

“Anyways, once I started writing about you, I couldn’t stop. She hasn’t got the letter yet, but when she does, I know she’ll love you. And, she won’t stop telling me to bring you out one day. I’d love to do that, actually. Whenever you’re up for it, I’d love for you to meet, and I could show you around the city, maybe even get you kicked out of a few casinos.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before turning his attention back to the show.

When you wake up, Spencer is quoting the lines under his breath. It doesn’t seem like he’s moved at all. He must be watching you closely because as soon as your breathing shifts, he says, “Now, did you have a nice nap?”

You yawn. “Yes. Thank you.”

He wants to tell you everything again, make sure you heard it, but his phone cuts him off. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before answering the phone. “I’ll be right there.” He turns his attention back to you. “We’ve got a case.”

Sadly, you push yourself off the couch, both of you feeling entirely too cold now. “I’ll get out of your hair, then. Be safe.”

“You, too.”

You laugh. “Fifth graders can be wiley.”

“I’m sure.”

You make no move to leave. “Spencer, can I-sorry.”

“Can you what?”

He looks at you with such intensity that it’s impossible to lie. “Can I kiss you?”

“Always,” he answers, closing the gap between you.

The kiss is short and sweet and everything you ever could have hoped for. His lips are soft and make you feel like you’re on a cloud. It takes everything in your being not to whine when he pulls away. His cheeks are tinted pink, and his eyes are still shut when he pulls away.

“I should go,” he whispers.

You nod. “Yeah. Be sure to freeze the meatloaf before you leave.”

Coming back to reality, he smiles. “I will. See you soon.”

You drag yourself to the door. If you don’t leave now, you’re not sure you ever will. “See you soon.”

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Shouting Match

Pairing: Sean Roman x Halstead! reader

Summary: Y/N and Sean were in what seemed like the perfect relationship, but when a close friend gets hurt, the two realize there were many faults between them and an argument ensues

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of alcohol and gunshot wounds

Word Count: 1,777 Words

"Jay, for the last time, I'm not gonna break up with Sean just because you don't like him," I tell my older brother.

"Why not, Y/N? I'd say that's a pretty good reason," Jay retorted as he followed me out to my car.

We had just spent the past 2 hours hanging out at Molly's so that we could catch up because it had been a while since we'd spent time together. But of course, as soon as the topic of relationships came up, a debate started that I had not wanted to get into.

"Look, Jay. I get that he's got beef with Intelligence, and they're practically your second family, but Sean's a really great guy. And once you get over whatever the hell has you fixated on him being an asshole, you'll see that. Now, I've got an early shift at Med tomorrow, and if I'm late, Will is gonna have my head. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I say before climbing into my car.

The ride to the apartment was pretty short, 5 minutes tops, and I was just happy to be home. I climbed out of my car and entered the complex, taking the stairs to get to the second floor of the building. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before I got to my door and unlocked it.

"Hey," Sean greeted from the couch as I came through the door. It wasn't weird for Sean to be in my apartment when I got home. Occasionally he'd come over so we could spend a bit of time together before our next shifts.

"Hey," I return and set my things down before joining him on the couch. I took a seat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a much needed kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" Sean asked and encircled my waist with his arms.

"You know, giving meds, checking in on patients, the usual," I reply, describing the everyday routine of my job as an ED Nurse at Chicago Med. "And then I got to spend some time with Jay at Molly's. It's always nice hanging out with him since I don't see him as often as Will. But what about you? How was patrol?"

"Fine. The only thing that happened was an attempted robbery, and we caught the guy," Sean responded. "Speaking of work, my partner's taking a day off tomorrow, so I'm gonna be partnered with Kim for the day."

I had no problem with Kim. Quite the opposite, actually. She was my best friend. However, she was also Sean's ex, so sometimes it made things weird between us. She assured me when Sean and I started dating that she was okay with it, and I believed that, but whenever the three of us were together, there was a bit of awkwardness in the room. We always got past it though, and Sean and Kim continued to be friends.

"All right. Keep each other safe, please," I plead and peck his lips before climbing off of his lap. "I've got an early shift tomorrow, so I'm gonna head to bed."

"Goodnight," Sean called after me. I ditched the clothes I was wearing, throwing them in the hamper with one toss. After I put on some pajamas, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. Minutes later, I was fast asleep.

............................................

"Y/N, that's your second cup of coffee this morning," Maggie pointed out as she joined me at the nurses' station.

"Yeah. And...?" I trailed off, not seeing the problem.

"Late night?" Maggie questioned.

I shook my head. "No, actually. I made Jay promise not to keep me at Molly's past 10, and he stayed true to that. Today I'm just enjoying my caffeine." Just then, Maggie's pager beeped, and when she glanced down at it, she frowned.

"Incoming! Choi, you're up!" Maggie yelled into the ED. Ethan was the doctor I worked with the most, and I had no problem with it. We had grown to be close friends, and we worked quite well together. So, whenever it was his turn to accept an incoming trauma, I always followed to help him out. I thought today would be the same, but that all changed when the gurney was wheeled through the ambulance bay doors.

"Kim Burgess, late 20s, gunshot wound to the neck. Weak pulse. We intubated in the field," Courtney, the paramedic, informed us. My whole world seemed to stop as I watched my best friend get wheeled past me. And seeing her unconscious made things 100% worse.

"Y/N, you coming?" Ethan quizzed as he led the gurney into the nearest trauma room.

"I uh... Mags, c-can you...?" I stammer out, not even needing to finish my sentence for Maggie to understand what I was asking.

"I've got this," Maggie assured me and followed Ethan into the trauma room. Seconds after Kim was wheeled in, Sean entered the ED, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

"Y/N!" Sean shouted and joined me by the nurses' station. "How's Kim doing?"

"I don't know," I confess and glance towards the trauma room she was situated in. "I make it a rule to not work on anyone I'm close with. What the hell happened? You guys were just supposed to be on a routine patrol."

"Intelligence called us up," Sean answered. "We were working a drug case and we ended up having to chase the guy down an alleyway."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You promised you'd keep Kim safe. You promised, Sean. So where were you when she was being shot at?" I implore harshly.

"I was taking cover like I was supposed to! We didn't have an eye so I ducked down behind a dumpster. What, you think this was my fault?" Sean asked.

"You're her partner, Sean. It's your job to protect her. Yet here she is with a bullet buried in her neck," I return.

"You're acting like I told her to make a move," Sean countered. "She put her own life in danger. I had nothing to do with that."

I scoffed. "You had everything to do with it."

"I don't think we should be having this argument here," Sean whispered.

"Well I think we should," I retort.

"Y/N," Sean started.

"Don't 'Y/N' me," I seethe. By now, the whole ED was staring at us, but I didn't care right now. "My best friend is dying because of you!"

"If it was me in there instead of Kim, would you be yelling at her?" Sean posed. "Cause I think you'd be trying to reassure her that none of it was her fault. So, what? Kim takes priority over me, your boyfriend?"

"At the moment, yeah," I reply and cross my arms over my chest.

"Just at the moment? I think she always has," Sean accused. "And if that doesn't speak to how our relationship is, then I don't know what does."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask.

"I'm not trying to say anything. I'm telling you that I'm through with this. I'm through with you," Sean emphasized. "We're done." As Sean stalked off back towards the lobby, everything he said really hit me.

We were done.

"Y/N? You okay?" Adam questioned once he noticed that I had practically froze in the middle of the ED.

"Excuse me," I murmur and push past him politely. My body was begging me for some fresh air to help calm myself down, so I made my way out of the ED, but that involved going through the lobby where Sean and the rest of the 21st district was waiting. I hoped that I wouldn't catch anyone's attention, but I should've known better.

"Y/N," Jay said and stood up when he saw me. However, instead of stopping to talk to him, I made a beeline straight for the exit. The automatic doors opened when I stepped near them, allowing a nice breeze to hit my face. My feet carried me to the front of the hospital where I took a seat against the side of the building and placed my head in my hands. That's when the tears began to flow, but I didn't stop them. Minutes later, I was joined by Jay, who took a seat next to me. For a few seconds, we sat in silence, but then Jay spoke up. "Natalie told me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it," I mutter without removing my head from my arms.

"Well, as family, we're required to," Jay declared. "I told you Roman was an ass."

I laughed softly and picked my head up, resting it against the wall behind me. "I now see why you thought that. So everyone in the ED heard?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah. But don't worry. I'm sure they're all thinking the same thing as I am. Want me to have a talk with Roman?"

I shook my head. "No, but thank you for offering. I uh, I need to get back inside. We're low on nurses today. I'll talk to you later, Jay."

Jay's POV

A few hours later, Kim was awake and doing well, and I was just glad that she would be making a full recovery. As Adam and I were exiting her room, we just so happened to bump into Sean Roman, the girl who just, not even hours prior, broke my little sister's heart.

"Hey, guys," Sean greeted. "Is she awake?""

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you for real?"

Sean frowned. "What?"

"You broke up with my sister, that's what. Get the hell out of here!" I demand.

"But-"

Adam cut Sean off. "Kim doesn't want to talk to you. Not after what happened between you and Y/N. And I'd advise you follow Jay's orders."

Sean hesitated, but sighed. "Fine." He then walked off, leaving Adam and I standing alone in front of Kim's hospital room.

"All right man, I'm gonna head out. I promised Y/N that Will and I would come over after her shift, which is ending in like 20 minutes, so I've gotta pick up some pizza and beers."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay and keep Kim company. Have a good night," Adam spoke.

"Yeah man. You too," I return. And with that, I left the hospital to go spend some much needed quality time with my sister. Y/N would probably be hurting for a few days, but Will and I agreed that we'd be there for her every step of the way because that's what big brothers were for.

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Warmth - Levi Ackerman x Reader

(can we take a minute to appreciate this gif omfg he’s too pretty)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama

AOT Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4K

To put it lightly, working as a scout in the winter absolutely blows. The wind would bluster relentlessly, causing chills to go down your spine, it would be snowing more often than not, and the winter uniforms that were parceled out to everyone didn’t do enough to block the cold temperatures. But, of course, since you were a captain you needed to block out all of the shivers that claimed your body, clench your teeth to stop their chattering, and stand strong in front of the cadets that were at your mercy for the day.

“Attention!” You shouted, causing all of the scouts in front of you to step into a salute, standing completely still like statues. You sigh before you start to give out instructions for their workout, which did include some heavy conditioning, but was shorter than normal. Honestly though, you would’ve preferred to be in their place. While they were going to be enduring hell for about an hour and a half, the movement from their bodies would generate heat, the thing you were currently lacking. You tried to nestle yourself further into the fur trimmed trench coat you were wearing and pulled up the burgundy scarf, grasping for any form of warmth that you could get. 

“You look like an idiot.” You turned around quickly, instantly recognizing the speaker's voice, and shot him an unamused expression. Bundled up and sat atop his horse, your boyfriend, Levi, looked down at you with indifference in his eyes.

“I can accept that insult if my looking like this keeps me warm,” you huff, turning back around to look at the cadets. Some of them even began to shed their layers opting to simply wear their white button ups. You dig your mittened hands further into your coat pockets, feeling even colder just from looking at them. You hear a crunch of boots behind you, signaling that Levi hopped off his horse, and came to stand beside you.

“Shouldn’t have done that Levi, now you’re gonna have to have me help you back up.” You quip, earning a glare from the captain. He simply scoffs and elbows you, hard, in the side. “Ouch, what the hell.” you grumble.

“How much longer do you have to be out here,” he asks, his eyes on the tired cadets in front of him. You begrudgingly take out your hand to check your pocket watch, but end up reveling in the fact that they only had about ten more minutes left. You tell Levi about the time and he nods, making no effort to move.

“Are you waiting for me?” You inquire, a small smile spreading across your face. The raven-haired captain says nothing but stays put. Your smile widens into a grin and you step closer to him, your hips almost touching. “Thank you.” Levi hums in response and the two of you settle into a comfortable silence as you watch the scouts finish up. When it’s finally time, you make every cadet put their coats back on (you’d be damned if they caught a cold due to negligence) and ushered them back into the main building to grab some dinner before they could retire to the shower houses and then to their barracks. As they begin to wander off, Levi swiftly grabs onto your arm and leads you towards the captains’ quarters. “Hey I haven’t eaten yet!” You complain, tugging your body back towards the direction of the dining hall.

“I’ll get some delivered to your quarters, you need to warm yourself up.” He says, a definitive tone to his voice.

“I’m perfectly fine, it’ll only take a few minutes,” you protest, still hell-bent on getting food for yourself. You were a captain, for heaven’s sake, you were surely capable of getting food for yourself. Levi pauses to grab both of your arms, somewhat forcing you to look at him.

“You need to warm up. You get cold way too easily and then I have to hear an earful about it later. So get you and your red ass nose into your personal quarters and take a damn bath.” Levi states. You eventually give in under his ‘don’t test me’ gaze and grumble all the way back to the captains’ quarters with him by your side. The two of you part ways when you enter and you follow his directions and immediately fill up a bath with the warmest water you could get. While you hated the cold weather with a burning passion, the feeling of your shivering body being enveloped by warm bath water will never cease to be one of your favorite feelings. You close your eyes and lean back, soaking up the warmth when you hear a door open. You panic for a second and try to cover yourself with a towel in fear that a higher up, or worse, a cadet has managed to make their way into your quarters.

“I-I’m not decent! Please wait outside!” You say, sounding a little strangled, but the door opens anyways. Thankfully it reveals Levi.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” He says, closing the door with his foot. You give him a glare, but your expression instantly lightens when you see a tray of food in his hands. He takes you in and lets a small chuckle escape his mouth. “Warmer?” He asks, setting down the tray on the little side table next to you. You sit up a bit in the bath and snatch the spoon from his hands, sinking it into the soup and bringing it to your mouth. You hum at the taste - for some reason, today they had splurged on the scout regiment and supplied them with beef and barley soup instead of the usual bean soup.

“Warmer.” you confirm, digging back into the soup and dipping some of your bread into it. “Good.” Levi says, standing up to press a kiss onto your head and exiting the bathroom, giving you a bit more time to yourself. When you were done with both your dinner and your bath, you drained the tub and gingerly stepped out of it, wrapping a towel snug around your body. You step out to see Levi in your bed, donned in his sleepwear, and a book in his hands. You smile as you make your way over to the wardrobe stationed in the corner of your room and take out the warmest pair of sleepwear you could find - a wool long sleeve that you used to wear before you became a scout, and a pair of long pants that just covered your ankles. You pad your way over to your side of the bed and climb in, quickly covering yourself in the blankets. Levi spares you a glance, gives a small smile, and returns his gaze to his book; not before he lifts his arm closest to you, giving you the signal that you could come close to him. You take the opportunity immediately and glom onto his side. For some weird reason, Levi’s bodily temperature always seemed to run hot while yours was consistently colder, making him just that more wantable to you. “Y’know sometimes I think you just use me as a personal heater and nothing else.” He remarks, setting his book down on the side table and blowing out the candle next to him.

“Yeah, and what if I do.” You mumble back to him, your eyes drooping closed, exhaustion seemingly taking over your body. You feel his body shift as he slides down to rest his head on the pillow and pulls you closer to him. His chin finds purchase on top of your head, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

“Then fine.” He says, making you laugh a bit.

“You’d be fine if I was just using you for your warmth?” You quip back, snuggling your head further into the crick of his neck. He hums and rubs circles into your hip with his thumb.

“Anything to get you to stop complaining. It’s annoying when you do that.” He says, his own eyes closing now. The two of you didn’t say anything else, it wasn’t really necessary to. You understood everything Levi said and picked out its meanings through his own special language that you’d grown accustomed to throughout the years of dating him. His responses and remarks that sounded condescending in speech could easily be interpreted into a much simpler meaning. ‘I love you and I don’t want you to be cold.’

[kpop---scenarios]

Sugar Daddy (1)

Pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

Warnings: None yet..

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Let me know if you wanna be tagged!!

"I don't know about this." You say to Hwasa, tugging on her arm as she tries to walk into the club. 

Your dress is tight, and you feel overly uncomfortable in something so revealing and your heels, especially since you are not small. You are a bigger girl, with a stomach, thick thighs and curves. You have rolls when you sit down, and stretch marks radiating up your sides. You're not like the kind of girls who go to these clubs and it was severely affecting your confidence. 

"Ayn." She smiles. "I promise it'll all be okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." 

With a sigh you nod your head and Hwasa takes your hand leading you inside the club. The music was loud, you could feel the bass thumping on your feet as you walked towards the bar. Your eyes wandered as you were being led by Hwasa. Rich looking men in suits that had become untucked, their sleeves rolled up and collars loosened. They made sure to show off their watches, flashing the expensive ones, not a care in the world here. Most of the men were surrounded by women, some looking quite cozy, but some looking rather uninterested in what their company had to say. 

As you sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine, your eyes continued to wander, especially over to a group of men who were by themselves. 

"Those guys rarely find anyone here." Hwasa says, leaning over to whisper in your ear. "They are a few of the most wealthy men and their tastes are very particular." She finishes, sitting back up to take a sip of her wine. 

Not even five minutes later a man approaches Hwasa, asking her if she wants to dance. She looks at you, making you roll your eyes. "Go." You laugh. 

"Are you sure?" She asks. 

"Get out of here, I'm fine." You assure her. 

She takes the man's hand, and heads out to the dance floor. You watch her as she laughs, her head thrown back, the man's eyes watching her intently and in awe. You can already tell he's smitten with her, and they just met. 

You turn back around, and take another sip of your drink, when you feel a warm presence behind you, someone pressing himself against you. You turn around slightly, and see a man with a smirk on his face. He backs up, looking at you and then down to his crotch which very clearly proved he had an election. 

"Want to take care of this for me?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

"No." You flat out say, going to turn yourself back around, when he grabs onto your arm, his grip tight as he squeezes your wrist. 

"C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that." He grunts, his eyes wide, motioning down to his crotch. 

"I said no." You yell, trying to shake him off your arm but he tightens his grip. 

You can see his face begin to go red as he begins to get angry at your refusal. You try to fight him off more but he won't let go. He raises his other hand as if he was going to slap you. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact but it never came, and suddenly your arm was free. You open one eye and see the man on the floor, with another man shaking his fist. 

"She said no, fucking respect that." The man yells, giving the man on the ground a swift kick to the ribs. 

"Are you okay?" He asks. 

"Um, yeah.. I'm fine. Thank you." You whisper. You go to turn back around, wanting to leave this place and never let Hwasa convince you to do anything ever again. 

"Would you like to join me at my table?" He asks, causing you to spin back around, mid sip of your cocktail. You try to swallow but slight choke as you nod your head yes  "Sure. I would love to." You sputter, trying to wipe the remnants of your drink from your chin. 

You grab your drinj and follow the man to a table, the table that Hwasa had said before was very particular. 

"Chanyeol this is.." he pauses, motioning to you to speak. 

"Ayn. L/N Ayn." You say with a smile. 

"I'm Park Chanyeol." He smiles, gently shaking your hand.

"And I'm Johnny Seo," He smiles. He eyes trail down your body before going back up to make eye contact.  

"Nice to meet you both." You smile, sitting down on the edge of the couch. Your eyes dart from Johnny to Chanyeol then back to Johnny, but his eyes haven't left you for a moment. You nervously take a sip of your drinj before turning your head and really look at him. 

Fuck, he's absolutely beautiful. His combed brown hair perfectly frames his face, his smile radiates through the entire club, and from what you can see from under his dress shirt, he had a nice body. As much as you tried to ignore it, the feeling that you didn't belong radiated through your body, filling your brain up with possible situations or words that could possibly be said to you. And it made you nervous. Johnny leans over, his lips hovering beside your ears. You can feel his hot breath radiating down your neck. "You are beautiful." He whispers. Your face immediately turns red and hot, a blush forming against your will. Before you can respond, Hwasa runs up to you, grabbing your wrist. "Ayn." She panics. "We have to go. Now!" She yells, yanking on your arm to pull you up. 

"Oh." You partially panic. You sort of toss your glass down and stand up, Johnny's eyes on you. "I'm sorry." You say to him before Hwasa pulls you harder. "Thank you." You mouth before turning your head to watch where you're going. 

A few minutes later you and Hwasa are outside and down the street from the club. You both stop, your hands on your hips as you both catch your breath. Running in heels is not an easy task for anyone. 

"What the hell?" You whine. "Did you see that fine ass man in there?" 

Hwasa laughs. "I'm sorry, Ayn. That guy I was dancing with, oh my god. He was fucking weird. Talking about going back to his mom's house, and how we can be loud because she's partially deaf. I needed to get out of there." 

Your mouth hangs open as Hwasa describes the man she had been flirting with. You burst out laughing at her misfortune, the roles finally having reversed on the two of you. 

"Now you know what I go through most of the time." You joke. You both begin walking back towards your apartment, linking arms as you keep a casual pace, talking and laughing, completely forgetting about Johnny, he was something that likely would have never happened for you anyways. He was a dream that would never have come true.  

**

The next day, you went about your day, the thought of Johnny never crossing your mind. You went to your classes, and after that you headed to your part time job at a Taco Truck. It was perfectly located on a very popular beach, and everyday the truck made a killing and you made minimum wage, which is partially why you had shown up at the club last night. You knew it was a club for sugar daddy's to meet potential sugar babies, and you had thought that maybe you'd meet someone to help you out while you got your masters in Child Psychology. But part of you was happy that things ended up the way that they did, you now wouldn't have to suffer any disappointment of him deciding you weren't worth it, and you didn't have to waste his time realizing he should have picked someone else, in the long run it worked out for both parties. 

With a smile you handed the last person their order, not even looking at the person next in line. You held your pencil and the small notepad you kept in front of you as you let out a big yawn. "Excuse me." You said, clearing your throat. "Welcome to Tacos, Tacos, Tacos, what can I get for you today?" You ask.

"Umm, three of your beef Tacos, and a chicken  Taco please." You hear. Your eyes squint as you try to place where you've heard that voice before. You write down the order, continuing to rack your brain on why it sounds so familiar. You look up and are face to face with Park Chanyeol. He smiles at you, recognizing you immediately. 

"Ayn!" He yells, holding his arms up. "You work here?" He asks. 

"Unfortunately." You laugh, scrunching your nose. 

"How much do I owe you?" He asks, grabbing his wallet. 

"$13.5." You announce. Chanyeol hands you a twenty, telling you to keep the change with a wink, which puts a smile on your face. "It'll be out soon." 

As Chanyeol steps away from the truck, he whips out his phone, dialing a number. You can only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but you do catch the most important part. "She's here." He says. "That taco truck that we're both obsessed with." He laughs. "Yeah that one." You wave to him, hanging his bag out the window to let him know his order was ready. He hangs up his phone, grabbing his food and waving goodbye to you. 

An hour later, you're told you can go home for the day, and honestly you're relieved as fuck. You're tired, your feet hurt and you just want to go to sleep before you head back to campus tomorrow for another full day of classes and then another seven hours at the food truck. 

Wow your life was so exciting. 

** 

The next day you're walking through the psychology building, heading to your next class. You're on your phone texting Hwasa about how dumb your last professor was, when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

"You're a tough woman to track down." 

Your head shoots up as you swing your body around. You see Johnny standing there, a smile on his face. Your eyes trail down his body, his suit fitting perfectly to his body, making you want to cry, drool and cream all at the same time. 

"Why are you looking for me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, making him laugh. 

"You left so quickly the other night. We never got a chance to talk, have a drink or anything." He says, walking closer towards you. 

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You ask. 

"I want you to be my baby." He grins. 

"Your baby?" You stutter. "Why me?" You ask. 

"Why not you?" He rebuttals. 

"Let's talk. Tonight." He says. 

"I work." You tell him. 

"Food truck?" He asks. 

You nod your head. 

"What time are you off? I'll pick you up." 

"9pm." You say. "But you don't.. " you trial off. 

"Perfect. See you then.. " he pauses with a grin. "Baby."