#even if just alittle he should grow it out for real

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Cyrus Dorian

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Dean lies on his back as this growing guilt keeps bugging him while Cassie curls up to his chest. "We should fight more often." Cassie said, dreamily. "Absolutely." Dean said, slightly distracted. "Actually we were always pretty good at fighting." Cassie said then she indicates their position. "This we were good at. It's all the other stuff...not so much." She said. "Hey I tried. I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me." Dean said.

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asked him. "I don't know. I guess I couldn't lie to you." Dean said, shrugging. "Dean. You told me that story...it scared the hell outta me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away." She said.

"In my work....uh...I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?" Dean said and Cassie chuckles. "I'm a scary one all right.....well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to." She said.

"You know, I'm still really involved. With my dad's work." He said and Cassie leans up on one elbow to look down at Dean. "No more excuses ok? From you or me." She said.

"Ok." Dean said and she smiles and leans in and starts to kiss him but he doesn't kiss back as the guilt was growing in his chest. "Dean, what's wrong?" She asked him. "What?" He asked her, acting dumb. 

But before she could say anything, Dean's phone rings and he, quickly, reaches for it. "Yeah." He answers. He listens into the phone before he looks startled. "You're kidding!" He exclaims.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"He's with us." Sam said to the cops as Dean comes up to us. The cops leave and I turn to Dean. "Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel." I said, alittle angry.

"Well..." Dean said before he drifts off.

"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?" Sam asked and I know he was meaning Cassie. "We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So what happened?" Dean said and I scoff and turn as we go back to the body.

"Every bone crushed. Internal organ's turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over." I said. "Something like a truck?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Sam and I replied.

"Tracks?" He asked.

"Nope." We said.

"What was the Mayor doing here anyway?" Dean asked as he points at Todd's dead body. "He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam said. "But he's white, he doesn't fit the pattern." Dean said. "Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

At the Newspaper office, Cassie makes two mugs of tea and takes them over to where Dean sits at a computer. "Here." She said. "Thanks. So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper." Dean said as he looks over the computer.

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here." Cassie said just as Dean's phone goes off. "Yeah." Dean answers. "Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr and Mrs Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years." (Y/n)'s voice replied.

"Dorian?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." She said then Dean turns to Cassie.

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" He asked and she nods. "Along with everything else around here. Real pillars of the town." She said. "Right, right." He said and he clicks a few links on the computer. "That's interesting." He mutters.

"What?" (Y/n) asked. "This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63.The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then." Dean replied.

"Well Sam and I pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place, it must've been in bad shape when the Mayor bought it." (Y/n) said.

"Why's that?" asked Dean. "The first thing he did was bulldoze the place." (Y/n) replied and Dean turns to Cassie again.

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" He asked. "It was a big deal. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page." She said then Dean turns back to his phone.

"You got a date?" He asked. "Ahhh. The 3rd of last month." (Y/n) said and Dean clicks away on the computer then reads an article. "Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day." Dean reads.

Dean left and went back to the hotel and started to help with more research when he got a phone call from Cassie. She called, screaming in fear, as the truck was driving by her house. The trio make their way to her house to see her shaking and trembling, so (y/n) goes to make some tea for her

(Y/n) hands her a cup of tea, once she was done, while Dean sits beside her. "Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that." Cassie said as she takes the cup and rattles it against the saucer, her hand shaking. "You didn't see who was driving the truck." Sam said, questioning.

"It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" Cassie asked. "Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first." Dean said as (y/n) turns to Cassie's mother, who was in a chair across from Cassie.

"Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died." (Y/n) said as Mrs Robinson shakes in her chair. "Mom?" Cassie asked and her mother looks up at her.

"Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing." She replied. "Well after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Ok? Your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it." Dean said to her, firmly and roughly.

"Dean..." Cassie said, worriedly.

"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck." said Mrs Robinson. "Did he know who it belonged to?" (Y/n) asked her. "He thought he did." She replied.

"Who was that?" Dean asked and Mrs Robinson becomes upset. "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus." She replied.

Sam, Dean and (y/n) look at each other, until Dean reaches for his bag and shows Mrs Robinson the newspaper article about Dorian's death. "Is this Cyrus?" He asked. "Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago." She replied.

"How do you know he died, Mrs Robinson? The paper's said he went missing. How do you know he died?" Dean asked her, softly.

"We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin...in secret of course. Inter-racial couples didn't go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don't know, he, changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening." She replied. "The murders." Sam said and Mrs Robinson becomes upset again.

"There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gonna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention." She replied.

"And Cyrus?" Dean asked then Mrs Robinson breaks down. "The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practising in there. They all died." She cries.

"Did the attacks stop after that?" (Y/n) asked, softly. "No! There was one more. One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him." Mrs Robinson sobs.

"Why didn't you call the cops?" Dean asked her. "This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land and all three of them kept that secret all of these years." She said.

"And now all three are gone." Sam said. "And so is Mayor Todd. Now he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?" (Y/n) asked Mrs Robinson. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearence. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he...he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done." She replied and Cassie stares at her mother in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked her mother. "I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect." She replied. "Yes there is." Dean said and he looks over at Cassie. So does Mrs Robinson, who looks shaken. 

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I lean against the Impala while Dean walks up and down. "Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms." Sam said, sarcastically, and I chuckle a bit. "So I guess I saved you from a boring existence." Dean said. "Yeah, occasionally I miss boring." Sam said and we chuckled a bit.

"So this killer truck." I said and Sam sighs. "I miss conversations that didn't start with this killer truck. Ahhh." Sam sighed and Dean and I laugh a bit at this. "Well this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years." I said.

"So what woke it up?" Sam asked. "The construction on his house. Or the destruction." Dean said. "Right. Demolition or remodelling can awaken spirits, make them restless." Sam said and Dean and I nod.

"Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?" Sam asked. "And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved." Dean said to him.

"So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood." I said. "Yeah I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway." Dean said. "You guys know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp right." Sam said and Dean turns to us and smiles.

"Man." Sam said, exasperated, and I patted his shoulder.

"You said it." I said to him.

"Yeah." Sam mutters as Cassie approaches us from the house. Dean stands in front of her.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey. She's asleep. Now what?" She asked him.

"Well you should stay put and look after her... and we'll be back. Don't leave the house." Dean tells her and she smiles at him. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it." She said. Dean then looks over at me and Sam, who looks down. I just shrug a bit but then I noticed Cassie was staring me down as if to say I dare you to do something. I look back at Dean and I give him a small smile before he gives me a smile back then turns back to Cassie.

0Suddenly, Cassie grabs Dean's shirt collar, pulls him towards her and begins kissing him. Dean seemed a bit surprise by this and his shoulder was kinda tensed up. I give a confused look towards him, while still feeling this burning feeling in my chest, when Cassie's eyes open and she glares at me as she continues to kissing Dean.

I raised an eyebrow at her when she finally stopped kissing him and Dean looks at her then turns to us. "C'mon, let's go." He said as he walks over to us and we get into the Impala.

"All right. Let's get her up." I said, after we arrived at the Dorian property. Dean Was at the wheel of a tractor and he begins to back it up, pulling the truck from the water. "All right. A little more. Little more." Sam yells as Dean continues to pull. "All right, stop." I said and Dean turns off the engine and jumps down.

"Nice." Sam said as Dean moves to the trunk of the Impala. "Hell yeah." Dean said and he rummages in the trunk and hands a weapon to Sam and Sam takes it and starts to walk off.

"You still love her?" I asked Dean. He looks over at me, his eyes widen a bit at this like he was stunned I'd asked that.

"What are you talking about?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes. "You know, exactly what I'm talking about, Dean." I said, firmly. He looks down then turns his head away from me as he looks back at the trunk and pulls out another weapon.

"Can we focus please." He said to me. "Dean, it's a simple yes or no question." I said and he sighs. "I don't know, (y/n). There you happy?" He said, slightly annoyed. I scoff at this and just shake my head at this. "Whatever, Dean." I grumbled as I grab some weapons and walked away.

We move toward the door of the truck and glance at each other. Dean then opens the door when a decayed body falls out. "All right let's get to it." Dean said and we salt and burn the body and stand watching it.

"Think that'll do it?" Sam asked when, suddenly, the ghost truck appears, headlights on and engine reving.

"I guess not." I said. "So burning the body had no effect on that thing?" Sam asked, confused. "Sure it did. Now it's really pissed." Dean said. "But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Sam said and Dean starts to walk away. "Apparently not the part that's fused with the truck." He said.

"Where you going?" Sam asked Dean. "Goin' for a little ride." Dean replied. "What!" Sam and I exclaimed. "Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap, you two gotta burn it." Dean said.

"How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck Dean?" I asked, annoyed. "I don't know. Figure something out." Dean said as he throws a bag at us. Sam catches as he stammers. Then Dean reverses the Impala and takes off. The ghost truck roars after him while Sam and I hide until it has passed. 

"Alright, let's go!" I said to Sam and we start to run when Sam's phone rings. "Hey, you gotta give us a minute." Sam said into the phone, which I figured it was Dean. "Ahh. Let me get back to you." Sam said and he hangs up then dials a number.

"Hey Cassie? Hey, it's Sam, I need some information and it has to be exactly right." He said and he and Cassie talk for awhile.

"All right, Dean?" I said, calling him on the phone, after a few minutes of Sam and Cassie talking. "This better be good." Dean said. "Where are you?" I asked. "In the middle of no where with a killer truck on my ass! It's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus." Dean shouts. "Listen to me, this is important. We have to know exactly where you are." I said to him, firmly.

"Decatur road, about two miles off the highway." He replied after a few moments of silence. "Ok. Headed East?" I asked. "Yes!" Dean exclaims then I heard something in the background.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouts and I shake my head. "Ok, turn right! Up ahead, turn right." I said and I hear the tires of the Impala screeching as Dean turns.

"You make the turn?" I asked him. "Yeah I made the turn! You need to move this thing along a little faster." Dean said, annoyed.

"All right, you see a road up ahead?" I asked. "No!" He shouts then pauses. "Wait. No, yes, I see it." He exclaims. "Ok, Turn left." I said. "Wha...?" He said then I hear more screeching tires and the engine revving.

"All right, now what?" He asked me. "You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop." I said. "Stop?" Dean asked. "Exactly seven tenths, Dean." I said.

*3rd Person POV*

"Seven tenths, seven tenths." Dean mutters as he looks at his speedometer. At the right moment Dean spins the car around and moves it back to sit exactly where (y/n) advised, facing back the way he had come.

He's between two posts on each side of the road and the last remains of a wall, almost totally broken down. The ghost truck appears back down the road he came down, revving it's engine. "Dean, You still there?" (Y/n) asked him, concerned. "Yeah." Dean replied.

"What's happening?" She asked. "It's just staring at me, what do I do?" He asked her. "Just what you are doing, bringing it to you." She replied. "Wha..." he said when the truck spins it's tires and comes barreling toward him and the Impala.

Dean watches it come, hanging tightly to the Impala's steering wheel. "Come on, Come on." He mutters. As it reaches him, he closes his eyes and hangs on tight. The truck roars through him, disintegrating into nothing as it does so.

Dean opens his eyes and stares at the now empty road in front of him. All that can be heard is the purring of the Impala's engine, the truck's revving having completely disappeared. He twists quickly to look behind and sees nothing.

"Dean. You still there?" (Y/n) asked but he doesn't reply as he looks around, shocked. "Dean?" Her voice asked. "Where'd it go?" Dean asked her. "Dean, you're where the church was." (Y/n) replied.

"What church!?" Dean asked, confused. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids." She replied and Dean looks at the posts left on the side of the road. 

"There's not a whole lot left." He said. "Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so Sam and I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it." (Y/n) said. "Maybe? Maybe!! What if you guys were wrong?" Dean asked. "Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to us." (Y/n) said, thoughtfully. 

Dean stares at his phone, then hangs up. "Well it honestly didn't occur to me." He mimics her then he slaps the steering wheel. "I'm gonna kill them." He growls.

The next day, Dean and Cassie walk toward the Impala, Sam is already in the driver's seat and (y/n) was in the backseat. "My mother says to tell you thanks again." Cassie said to Dean. "This is a better goodbye than last time." She said. "Yeah well maybe this time it will be a little less permanent." He said and Cassie gives him a look.

"You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Dean." She said. "Well I've seen stranger things happen. A hell of a lot stranger." Dean said to her as they walk in front of the Impala and stop.

"Plus, you seem to have your heart set on someone else." Cassie said and Dean raises his eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?" He asked and she rolls her eyes with a smile.

"Dean, the other night, felt different than the last time we slept together. It felt like...more passion was put into it than the last time we had a night like that." She said.

Dean then immediately knew the exactly why and was about to explain but Cassie holds up a hand at him. "It’s okay, Dean. Besides, I've caught you looking at her and I've seen the way you look at her. I'm not mad at you, but it would be best if we just stayed friends." She said and Dean frowns a bit then looks down for a moment before he looks back at her.

"Cassie, I'm sorry." He said and she gives a small smile to him. "Good bye, Dean." She said and he nods and gets into his car. Sam, (y/n) and Cassie wave at as the Impala takes off.

Later, (y/n) fell asleep in the backseat and Dean stares over his shoulder at her while Sam drives. "You know...you're gonna have to tell her sooner or later." Sam said. Dean looks over at him and giving him a what are you talking about? look. Sam glances at his brother then rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Dean, I've seen the way you look at her. I mean, back when she had that accident with the taser and it damaged her heart, you were heartbroken at that moment. I saw the fear and the worry on your face when you found her unconscious." Sam said to him.

Dean glances down at the floor then reaches for his sunglasses and slips them on. "Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?" Dean asked as he slouches down in the seat with a sigh. Sam scoffs and shakes his head as he looks back at the long straight road.

[miniiredd]

So surprise suprise another RSD/I don’t know what people want from me rant. I know I always seems to be complaining about my RSD but a series of things happened this past week that just really set it off, like the worst it’s been, and I just, I just need to get this out, I need write it down even if it makes no sense or it’s just going to fester and make me even sadder

So Wednesday “friend” at work J1 was (I will say it was jokingly) like oh don’t talk to J2, and when I ask why, he was like ‘I’m trying to plan a dinner for C’s birthday with J2, D and myself, like we did for j2’s birthday (which didn’t know about that) and she’s being difficult’…. A dinner I wasn’t invited to btw lol, and when I pointed oh this is like the ice cream incident (where they went to the gelato place literally doors down from work one day on a day I wasn’t working, despite me saying hey I wanna go we should go one day), he laughed Because he thought I was joking and then wondered why I was in a mood the rest of the day

And like every week, well 98% of every time we work a Saturday together I’m getting two of those 4 a juice from our favourite place that I walk to and then back to work because I finish before them, and the other 2 when I grab lunch I’ll get them chips or share mine or my nuggets but I can’t get a dinner invite? It just hurts alittle

Like i understand they can do things as their own little group but like don’t complain to me about someone being difficult about plans and then laugh when i point out ‘oh hey another thing you guys are doing that I’m not invited to’ when we’re supposed to be friends but your constantly doing things and not inviting me.

And Saturday/Sunday another “friend” from work who start of the year made all these promises of what we were going to do this year (none of which we’ve done, we’ve hung out 2times that wasn’t a concert and one was to get an outfit for a concert and the other to see a concert movie), made the joke ‘oh your going somewhere without me” when I said i was going to something Saturday night the very rare time I have had plans, despite her originally being INVITED when the plans were made (she didn’t actually acknowledge the offer at the time)…. Went to the beach and didn’t invite me like people wonder why they don’t here from me much or make the “joke” I don’t leave my house

Oh and The kicker to Saturday night?? she already had plans!? But complained because I didn’t invite her to mine which again she was, and then the next day goes to the beach and not a word 😶. But if it’s a concert she wants to go to? Oh I’m the first person she messages, cause I get the tickets and don’t ask for the money straight away because I’m an idiot and talking money makes me uncomfortable.

And to round it all off, My own mother, who I’ve barely had any contact with since like Feb? Last year (Due to various reasons growing up but especially due to how I found out about a death in the family) is in Fiji. I can barely get a text for Christmas/my birthday, haven’t gotten a present in years But she can put money in to get my brother a dog for his birthday and now apparently an overseas holiday, And not to forget She owes me a couple thousand she ‘borrowed’. How do I find out she in Fiji? A phone call? A voice mail?, hell a text? Nope I find out from her posting on facebook

I’m just sick of being too much for people, too loud, too focused on the “wrong things”, I message too much, I’m too weird, but at the same time I’m too quiet, I don’t message enough, I don’t speak up enough, I’m not enough to actually spend time with and go do things with

Like It makes me want pull back from my online communities, I mean shit I’ve haven’t been active in the discord groups in I’m for months (and the thought of trying to literally scares me), and pull away from my online friends because like if people in my real, day to day life don’t want to do things with me or interact with me, why would my online friends? Which I know isn’t true I know it but that thought is hella loud

[kiribaku-queen]

Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

[hawks-is-kinda-chicken-little]

Voicemail

Hawks X Reader

Summary: Commitment is sometimes scary, especially when Keigo already has so much on his plate. So instead of communicating that to his lover, he grows distant.

-part 1-

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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One moment Keigo was flying through cloud nine and the next he was falling faster than ever.

(Y/n) was the first one to break his walls. See the broken man through the believable facade portrayed by the media. She loved him, the real him, not the picture perfect model on the tv young boys and girls dream about and idolize. All his flaws and scars never repealed her for even a moment, she loved him unconditionally. She was the first to do so, the first to show him that he didn’t have to be perfect.

Keigo remembers when she shattered those barriers. Oh, how he cried. It was only a week until their one year anniversary. But, this was the first time (y/n) had seen him all battered and beaten from a fight earlier. No feathers on his back, nasty gashes on his face and arms, Hawks might as well have been fresh out of a human sized shredder. Really, he should have gone to the hospital, but he figured he could just handle the damage himself. He remembers being frozen in place when his eyes landed on her after just walking into their shared apartment. She should have been asleep already, yet there she was standing in the dim lighted hallway with the worry shining in those doe eyes of hers. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes were red as if she had been crying moments ago. Quickly, she scurried over to him scanning over his torn form. From there gently but quickly guided him to the bathroom where they kept the medical supplies.

He was sitting on a stool near the bathroom sink as (y/n) sat right next to him with her legs folded on the floor. The silence was deafening, no questions were asked. Hawks quietly watched her shaking hands delicately wrap one of the bandages around his wounded arm. Making sure the fabric was not to tight, but not too lose that it would come undone. Sighing, he reached the hand she previously wrapped and cupped her cheek, rubbing his ever so gently under her eye, causing her to stop her actions and place her hand upon his own, closings her eyes. She lowered her head as her shoulders started shaking ever so slightly with every sniffle and hiccup that came from her. Hawks used his other hand guide her face towards his wiping away freshly dropping tear that cascaded down her puffy red cheeks. It was only a couple for minutes before she broke the silence.

“I saw it on the news,” Her bottoms lip quivered more as she spoke.

“What did you see, my love?”

“Them hurt you,” She sobbed “It was all over the news, you were- you were thrown through the building and pummbled into the ground, the- then the power shut off and I did know if- I didn’t know-”

The poor thing couldn’t even finish the sentence, she was now curled over her knees sobbing into her hands in attempt to muffle her cries. Hawks was in shock, he knew she cared and worried for him, but apparently underestimated the extent at which it went. Never in his life has someone genuinely cried on his behalf, not even his so-called parents. This was the moment he broke down. This was the moment he knew she truly loved him and he truly loved her.

Shifting so that Keigo was now on the ground with her, he pulled her to his lap, rocking them both from side to side, as he burying his face in her hair. In this moment both of their hearts beat for each other and nothing could change that. He hadn’t even realized his own tears that were falling until she pulled back just alittle to stare into his eyes and wipe them away. There was nothing but love and care in those glazed over her eyes.

Hawks remembers sitting on the tile of the bathroom floor the rest of the night in eachothers embrace. No one in the rest of the world mattered, it was only them, both vulnerable to each other’s love.

She meant so much to him, she was like the feathers on his back, freeing and always there to lift him up. Everyone at the agency loved her, she was motherly to the interns and alway there to vent if someone needed to talk. She was a true blessing to all those around her. Time went on and there love only grew stronger.

Lately something had seemed off with Keigo, he was acting cold and distant, and not even he could pinpoint why. Maybe it was the stress of all the hero work piling up. Being the number Two Hero came with a lot of responsibility and a lot more work which he had to keep on top of. Keigo had been staying at the office later doing paperwork into the early hours of the morning for the past three days. And when he did return home (y/n) was always draped over the arm of the couch in her night time attire asleep. It was obvious that she was trying to wait up for him, but always seemed to fail. Shaking his head with a small smile at her silliness, he picked her up and brought her to bed. It wasn’t long before he joined her, but Hawks was always gone before she would wake up.

She would leave him encouraging texts and voicemails throughout the day, to which he never replied to. It seemed like they hadn’t even really had a real conversation in a couple of months. Every time she would try and reach out to her, he’d blow her off, avoiding any sort of confrontation. Keigo already has so much going through his head with all this league of villains stuff, the last thing he needs is another person giving him problems.

Today marked the 3 year anniversary of their relationship. It was a quiet day at the agency, so (y/n) came to visit. Of course a bunch of the women pulled her into the break area to gossip. They were all talking and giggling when he was walking by. Hawks stopped to listen at the door when one giggling in particular reached his ears making him smile. The ladies wanted juicy details about Hawks and his lover’s relationship. He couldn’t stop the smile creeping up his face hearing her stutter out haste responses obviously embarrassed by their questions.

A couple more questions were thrown around and he put his hand on the door getting ready to barge in and save his poor baby like the hero he was. Hawks was half way through the door when one of the ladies asked about marriage making him halt. All eyes were on him, but his eyes were on (y/n)’s as his smile slowly fell. He shifted his gaze to the ground as he backed out the door, the sound of a chair being pulled back followed by the hurried steps of his lover close behind him. Her hand reached out and grasped the hand in an attempt to make him stop, which was successful and he turned to look at her, his face void of emotion.

“They were only joking, you know,” She said, hoping to lighten the mood, but there was some sort of panic or desperation hidden in her voice, Hawks could hear it.

He didn’t say anything, he only stared at her with a straight face. By the grace of whatever higher ups there were, his work phone went off signaling an emergency.

She squeezed his hand “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but know that I love you and I will listen if there anything you want to talk about when you come back, we can skip our dinner reservations and just chill at home if you want.”

“I can’t talk about this right now, ill see you at home,” He muttered, ripping his hand from her hold.

Keigo turned around, walking away from her, but not miss the shocked and pained look that spread over her face. As he walked towards his office, the employee’s mouths hung open in shock. With shame and guilt beginning to set in, Keigo quickened his pace to his destination, slamming the door behind him as he arrived. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as his hands tugged at the untamed locks on his head. Pulling himself together, Keigo grabbed his gear and headed to the destination at which he was needed.

The mission was a breeze, but he didn’t return to the office, instead he opted to clear his mind soaring through the night time clouds. He flew out of the city bounds and landed on a tree that stood miles away, facing the glowing outline of the city. Hawks sat on one of the sturdier branches leaning against the thick core it sprouted from and closing his heavy eyes.

What was his issue? What had changed to make him act so harsh? God, (y/n) probably hates him now. Can’t say he would blame her though, he’s been nothing but a jerk to her these past couple of days. Damn, he was such an asshole at the office. Ignoring her, snapping at her, pushing her away when she had done nothing wrong.

But that’s not what she thought. These past days all she could do was pick her own mind over and over again. This has been going on for an entire month, nothing has been resolved, it only seems to be getting worse. She tried staying up and waiting till he got home to talk to him, but he was always home so late. (Y/n) tried calling, but that never got anywhere. It was alway go straight to voicemail. The same old:

“Heyyyyy, sorry I can’t answer at this moment. If its urgent or you have chicken that you can eat/ just want to give me chicken call my bussiness number at (***)***-****. Talk to ya later.”

She would alway leave a sweet and encouraging voicemail, sometime she would ask when he would be home, or if he maybe wanted to meet her for food or something.

So now here she sits at 1am, holding the tiny wrapped box she was going to give him for their anniversary while tears streamed down her face. Stuffed inside is a pregnancy test, they always joked about kids before this issue started. She found out about two weeks ago, deciding to wait to give it to him today, or yesterday, since she could never really get a hold of him lately.

She can’t do this much longer though, it was really starting to get to her, maybe it was the hormones talking, but it hurts nonetheless. No matter how she twisted it in her head she couldn’t understand where they went wrong. Setting the present on the counter, she walked to their shared bed room so she could grab a couple of necessities for the night. As of right now she was planning on crashing at a friends house who was already informed of (y/n)’s current predicament. Rumi Usagiyama always knew how to cheer her up.

After stuffing the duffle bag, (y/n) wrote a little note and left it at the edge of the night stand before grabbing the car keys and heading out the door. Making sure to turn off all the lights and lock the door on her way.

Unfortunately, in her rush she left the small box neatly wrapped bright colors and a golden bow resting forgotten on the counter.

It was hours till Keigo finally got the courage to head home to her for the night, or morning, as it was past 1 am. It felt cold inside, it felt empty. Keigo didn’t like it. Normally (y/n) kept the kitchen light on as she would always try and wait up for him when he came home.

The further he walked in the more he panicked, (y/n) wasn't passed out on the couch. Uneasiness settled deep in his gut as he started searching the apartment in a frenzy. Heading towards their bedroom, he froze at the door frame seeing, it was empty, she wasn’t there.

He started yelling out her name, desperate for some sort of response while he searched every room. Keigo checked his phone, nothing. He called her, no response. Maybe, she was somewhere outside. Yeah, (y/n) loved going on early morning walks.

While rushing back towards the front door, a shiny gold sparkle caught his eye. It stood out of place in the dark kitchen. The glittery glow illuminated from golden ribbons wrapped around a package all connecting to form a bow on the top.

Cautiously walking over to the counter he picked it up, immediately eyeing a tag that had flopped to the side. Two fingers grasped it, flipping it from one side to the other. On the opposite side was written ‘To: Keigo’ in the beautiful handwriting that could only belong to (y/n).

His heart sunk as guilt started eating away at him. Pulling the ends of the ribbons, he slowly unwrapped it, taking the lid off the small box. At first he was confused, inside was just a bunch of tissue paper and some kinda plastic stick. When Keigo saw the 2 bright red stripes going down one side, it clicked. It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

Keigo’s mind went blank as the world around him froze. Tears started racing down his now damp cheeks. God what has he done. After placing the stick back in the box and then shoving it in his coat pocket Keigo bolted to the closest window, phone in hand attempting to call her phone.

All calls went to voicemail. There was no sign of her anywhere. Keigo could feel his wings shake in panic and desperation. Two hours had gone by and there was nothing.

Where was his (y/n), where was his angel? The woman who put up with all his shit throughout the years. The woman who loved him unconditionally, even when she saw how truly broken of a man he was. The woman who worried for him, cared for him, healed him, knew him. The real him. The woman who was carrying their baby, the woman- the one he pushed away. The one who he ignored and made cry. The one he hurt.

He needed to find her, try to mend all his mistakes. Hell, beg on his knees for her to forgive him. Ask how he could make it up to her. Let him show her that he can be a better man for not only her, but their baby. Oh, god they were going to have a baby. Just the thought of the little chick, made his heart cry out of joy and love.

There was so much he had to say to her. So much time he wanted to make up for. He wanted, no, needed to hold her, encase her and their little chick away from the world in a cocoon of red feathers. But, first he had to find them.

Landing on the barren street he began searching on foot, choosing to call up a few other heros in hope that they had either seen her or would help search for her. No one had seen her, not even Rumi, her best friend, had heard from or seen her the whole day. The few heros that were awake in the early morning, including Endeavor and of course Rumi, went out to start looking for her.

Another hour went by and there was no news, at this point Rumi was using her phone to try and call her. As Rumi was calling, Keigo faintly heard the familiar tone of (y/n) ringtone.

It was faint, but if he followed its sound, it kept getting louder and louder, and almost seemed to be more distorted from its original sweet tone. He followed it right to the entrance of an alley. The ringing stopped signalling the reject of the call. Leading into the dark shadowy ally was a smeared red looking substance that glistened in the moonlight.

Rumi caught up to him, eyes following his gaze to the ground. She watched as her friend shakingly pulled his own phone from his pocket, calling (y/n). A lump formed in her throat as the ringtone of her best friend went off a couple feet before them as a light illuminated from the receiving device.

Neither of them could move as Endeavor came from behind them, witnessing the whole thing. Endeavor used his fire to create a light source, giving them a better view.

Before the heros was a blood splattered ground, all over the brick walls and objects on the ground. But there was not a source of where that blood might have come from. The reminisce of a duffle bag lay abandoned on the side next to a dumpster. It’s contents were scattered all around, ripped clothes and other items which blood splattered all over.

There was only one person who all there’s items belonged to. They all knew it. Especially Keigo.

He took a couple steps in stopping right before a bright screen in the center of it all. The device displayed warped images of the two of them on the shattered glass of the screen. Keigo could make out both of their faces, he was holding her on a bridge. Arms wrapped around each other, him kissing her blush covered cheek as she sweetly giggled.

Keigo fell to his knees in front of it. Rumi started wailing, yelling to (y/n) that this was not a joke, demanding she come out. Endeavor stepped to the side calling for backup and a forensic team.

Curling over his knees, Keigo started sobbing hysterically. His wings slumped to the ground shaking with every sob that racked through his body.

The phone kept ringing, as if it was mocking him. Ringing. Ringing. And ringing. Over and over again. Until it went on, until it stopped and caused his phone to go to voicemail. Her angelic voice came from his speake

“Sorry if I couldn’t answer right away, make sure to leave a message and i- hey! Keigo stop, no, Keig-,” “She obviously busy, if it is urgent call a hero or something,” “Keigo for God sake, give me my phone” “Leave a message or call later, i really don't care which,” “You dorky chicken leg, give it back!”

Then it cut out, ending the voice over. Her voice faded out, leaving his broken cries the only thing to be heard.

Keigo never moved, he sat there hurled over in the middle of the alleyway, wings splayed out over the ground.

Endeavor had to drag Keigo to his feet and haul him out of the way so that the investigators could get to work. He made Keigo sit on a bench by the front of the building next to the alley. A bunch of heros were trying to console Rumi through her mentally breakdown, as she cursed the world, threatening the worst to those who took her family.

Keigo stared back towards the ally littered with a team of investigators through blurry eyes. He felt his world come to an end. No damage he could or had taken amounted to his current pain. It squeezed at his chest and restricted his airways. He couldn’t control his muscles, everything ached from head to toe.

The one person who kept him from falling was stolen. Not even the wings on his back can keep him from falling into the cruel hell hole that is society.

Reaching into the coat pocket his coat pocket he pulled out the box, holding it in his lap. Tears once again spilling down his face. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. Someone took away his babies.

She always called Keigo her hero. She promised him that nothing would ever change that.

(Y/n) could be alive somewhere, the investigators came over and informed that there is no sign of a body, but a blood trail that leads to tire marks through one of the connecting alleyways.

Keigo is going to find her. He’s going to bring his babies home. Shower his angel in all the love she deserves. He’s going to fix everything.

Hands clutched the box in a tight grip as razor eyes narrowed at the alley. Keigo could feel his feathers sharpening from his state of anger. There was going to be Hell to pay. Blood to shed. Bones to break. May God have mercy on those who took (y/n), because Keigo will have none to give.

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Edit: I’m not sure if I should just leave it there or make a part 2 so let me know what all y’all think.

[loominggaia]

Fanfic: New York (part 5)

Anon submitted a new chapter of their Looming Gaia fanfic “New York”! I’m going to put it under a cut due to content warnings, which Anon has provided below.

You can read the other parts under the fanfic tag.

Anonymous: Trigger warning for this chapter involves Issac and Jeimos being called racial and anti-trans slurs by a racist old man. You have been warned.

Issac just stood their as the old man launched himself into a full blown rant, screaming profanities and insults at him. Including a lot of what Issac could guess where more slurs as he used that n word a lot alongside some others. Issacs was just confused and upset, wondering what he did wrong to upset this guy? He got that answer when the old man started going on about how “lowly d@$kies like him need to respect their white superiors” and how all his kind should have been linched years ago.

Was that it?! Was this old man seriously attacking him like this over the color of his skin? What does that have to do with anything when their both human? What kind of strange hateful world has Evan gotten himself trapped in. Jeimos is was thinking the same thing, stepping in trying to deescalate the situation, tell the old man that Issac just wanted to help and this hateful rant was completely unnecessary. For their efforts the old man swung his cane at them, barely missing.

The old man turned his rant towards Jeimos, insulting their appearance, calling them an idiot snowflake for wearing fake ears and dying their hear red. He kept calling Jeimos male, they tried to squeak in a correction but only turned the old man even more hateful. Calling Jeimos a fruit cake and a special snowflake freak. The crowd was growing by the second, people holding their phone recording and trying to see what’s going on and people started yelling at the old man to stop, he continued.

The old man continued his hateful ranting, his words so passionately hateful that they would make an evanglite preacher blush in shame. A young dark skinned women stepped out of the crowd, a look of pure fiery defiance in her eyes as she stormed right up to racist old man, getting right in his face. “How about you take your racism and shove it up your ass and leave them alone you piece of shit boomer”!!! She yelled right in his face. The crowd awwwd at this and the old man stood their stupefied.

The old man, appalled at being interrupted tried to speak but was shut down by the young women. Every chance he tried to spew more hate she shot him down, calling him out for his racism and transphobia in front of the whole crowd. The crowd, inspired by her boldness, started booing the old man, insulting him and some even throwing trash at him. Isaac and Jeimos where just as absorbed by her as the rest of the crowd.

A young man popped out of a nearby store, wondering what all the noise was about. He walks up to the center of the angry mob and ask what’s happening, our pair and their defender explain what’s going on with the old man butting in trying to pin it all on them. The young man blushes in shame, revealing the old man to be his grandpa. He frantically apologizes and tries to usher his grandad away, revealing this was not the first time this has happened.

The old man calls everyone a bunch of overly sensitive snowflakes before indignity joining his highly embarrassed grandson. The crowd starts dispersing as the young women walks up to our pair, introducing herself as Jasmine and asking if their okay. They introduce themselves and thank her for stepping up and wonder what that old mans problem was. She ask that herself, wondering why some people have to be so hateful and backwards. The three part ways as the pair return to the hideout.

Kimi had invited Alaine and Lukus out to lunch as a thank you. The three stopping in a little bar & grill type place and being placed in a booth. Kimi went on asking them about themselves, curious to know who these two where. Lukus had decided that it be best not to reveal too much info about their mission or who they are so they kept their answers vague, only saying their foreigners.

That checked out as Kimi couldn’t quite place their accents and had to help them order, neither being able to read the menu. Alaine tried to order something alcoholic but got rejected since she didn’t have an id, much to her dismay. The three talked for alittle while and the pair found out alittle more about Kimi, finding out she’s a nurse at a out of town hospital and this was one of her day off. They didn’t ask about patients since she already told them she hasn’t seen Evan.

Kimi decides to pry alittle an ask them more about Evan. They tell her he’s a really close friend, and for Lukus his best friend and that he helped pull them both out of a bad spot in life. Kimi assures them that if this Evan guy where to come threw her hospital they’ll be the first people she calls but neither can give her a phone number. Their food arrives.

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Reading this really highlights the differences between the real world the World of Looming Gaia. Despite freaky shit like floraspell and vampire torture dungeons, somehow LG just seems like a better place to be!

It is interesting to think about the discrimination these characters would face in the real world. They do face some level of discrimination in the series from time to time, but this just drives home how ridiculous real-world people are about the dumbest shit. Characters barely--if ever--even acknowledge skin color in the LG series, and when they do it’s just used as a descriptor. Their world is one where snake-people and mermaids and giant ogres are running around, so I think the humans of LG don’t scrutinize their differences nearly as hard as humans in the real world. Skin color is regarded the same way as hair or eye color; unimportant and irrelevant.

I knew Kimi must have had some ties to the hospital! I wonder if she can help them get Evan out. I’m excited to see where you take this story Anon, thanks again for the submission! TO BE CONTINUED...?

[ayanna-wild]

Memories For Sale

Word Count: 1638

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, possible trigger, reader is a prostitute in this if that bothers you or triggers you please do not read.

A/N: Request from someone on Wattpad

Summary: You did what you could to get by, trusted no one, and tried to ignore the spotty holes in your memory. But then this man shows up, and everything you thought you remembered or thought you knew was so very wrong.

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You leaned back against the stone wall behind you. The rough texture of the bricks bit at your skin, but you ignored that. You need a short break, your feet were hurting from standing on them for so long. The heels you wore only made it worse and the short dress you had slipped on did little to protect your back from the bricks. It was apparently a dead night, probably due to the storm hovering above the city. The clouds had yet to release their downpour but it probably wouldn't be long.

Unfortunately though that meant business would be slow tonight and you'd have to work even longer the next night to make up for it. You took a slow drag from the cigarette between your fingers, flicking the ash onto the pavement below you. With a heavy sigh you pushed yourself off the wall, and turned to start walking home. Well at least to that shabby apartment you called home.

"Y/N?"

You paused, turning your head to look over your shoulder.

"Yeah?"

The man simply stood there staring at you with a mixture of emotions. He was an attractive man, with black hair and deep brown eyes. The suit he was wearing, what looked to be very expensive and normally you'd have tried to warm up to after seeing that. However, you were tired, you were annoyed, and you just wanted to go home.

"Don't you recognize me love?" The man asked frowning.

You turned to face him fully and slowly looked him over from head to toe before shrugging.

"Sorry, I can't be expected to remember every man I... service..."

His whole attitude changed after hearing that. He looked shocked, angry, and heartbroken? That one confused you, why did he look so distraught about that?

"Listen it's been a long and uneventful night, I'm currently off the clock, but try again tomorrow night, I'll give you a discount or something."

You tried to walk away, but he grabbed your elbow.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?"

His grip wasn't tight or aggressive like the other times you had been grabbed. When you tried to pull your arm free he let go immediately, another thing you weren't use to.

"Should I?"

The man smiled sadly for a moment and you felt a dull ache in your chest at seeing him sad.

"I suppose not, my name is Lucifer Morningstar, and I know you very well my dear."

You searched his eyes for a moment but saw nothing that said he was lying.

"That's nice, but I really should be getting home."

You took a cautious step back, an uneasy feeling lingered in the air.

"Wait, just let me explain."

He must have sensed your unease and became a bit desperate.

"Listen Lucifer, was it? I'm tired and it's about to storm, I'm done for the night, if you go two streets over you can find some other girls who will definitely jump at the chance to have you as a costumer."

He looked almost offended at that and scoffed.

"Do I look like I would need to pay for sex?"

You rolled your eyes and stared to walk away at a faster pace than normal.

"I'll pay you for your time!"

You walked faster.

"Five Hundred for one hour!"

You almost tripped on your heels with how fast you stopped.

"Are you serious? Just to talk?"

"I'll add another five hundred for every hour you are there."

Your common sense screamed at you that something wasn't right but your mind told you to take the pay day.

"Fine, one hour, and add six hundred for every extra half hour."

Lucifer smiled, holding out his hand to you.

"Deal."

You shook his hand, letting out a small yelp when he started pulling you in the direction of a sleek black Corvette.

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The ride had been filled with silence which you suspected was not a normal thing for him. When you had reached the club he owned and made it up to his penthouse, you felt a little dumb not asking for more money.

"Would you like a drink my dear?"

You shook your head and watched him pour one for himself.

"Ok, start talking."

He chuckled as he raised the glass to his lips.

"Straight to the point as usual at least you haven't changed too much darling."

"You say that as if you know me."

"Oh I do! Very well, you are my wife after all."

You had no words, how were you even supposed to respond to that? The man was clearly insane.

"Right... well this was fun, but I think I should go, you can keep the money and-"

Lucifer stepped in front of you, preventing you from reaching the elevator.

"You don't believe me? Surely you've wondered about your past? The lapse in memories you have?"

You started walking backwards, trying to put distance between them.

"I was in an accident, I... I got amnesia!"

It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than him.

"Is that what you were told? How did it happen?"

Your head was hurting, it was a dull ache, but it was growing.

"I was hit by car trying to cross the street..."

"Really? And you walked away with just a few scratches and missing memories? Sounds a bit too good to be true." He raised an eyebrow.

"Well I got lucky I guess."

Your back hit the piano and the ache in your head turned into a pounding.

"Luck? Oh, no darling there was nothing lucky about that Uriel took you, he made sure the accident wasn't fatal, and he made sure you wouldn't remember anything."

Everything grew blurry and you were faintly aware of Lucifer calling your name as your legs gave out. Your head was swimming, and your body felt so heavy. You couldn't make out what was being said to or even what you were saying.

Lucifer sat you on the couch, and waited patiently for you regain your senses. You slowly blinked, fingers rubbing your temple in a poor attempt to relieve the pain in your head.

"Darling are you alright?"

You pulled away from him slightly.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Lucifer stepped away, seeing the distrust in your eyes.

"Can you tell me what you remember?"

You searched your memories for anything of significance and looked back at him apprehensively.

"Ash, a lot of brimstone, there was a lot of doors, I remember you were there, but its all blurry, and none of it makes sense, it's just flashes of memories, I can't remember them." You muttered.

Lucifer smiled a little and reached out to you. He pulled his hand back when he saw you flinch away.

"Why did you do this to yourself? You are priceless to me, why would you sell yourself?"

You pulled your knees to your chest and shrugged.

"It was a last resort, I needed food, money, I didn't have anyone."

"But surely you must have had other options?"

"Most guys don't question my career choice you know." You joked weakly.

He didn't seem to find it very funny.

"Pardon my bluntness, but those men were only interested in you for sex, and unlike them I care very deeply about you."

You felt the overwhelming urge to cry, and you didn't know why. You suddenly felt so ashamed to be sitting in front of him looking like this.

"Y/N? Why are you crying?"

"It's stupid I know. I don't even know you and I just feel so ashamed to let you see me like this." You laughed, but tears were staining your cheeks.

Lucifer sat beside you pulling you into his arms.

"Oh my beautiful queen, you've nothing to feel ashamed for. I don't think any less of you and I'm not angry."

You pulled out of his arms, having a man hold you like that, comfort you, it wasn't how you were used to men treating you. Lucifer looked hurt for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"Why don't you take a shower, you can stay the night and I'll have Maze bring you some shorts to sleep in, you can wear one of my shirts."

You nodded slowly and Lucifer directed you in the direction of the shower.

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You stayed in the shower for nearly an hour, crying and hoping the steaming water would wash away the shame you were feeling. When you finally stepped out you saw clothes sitting on the sink. It was just a large t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts with some underwear. You walked back out into the living room once you were dressed.

"Do I play or is it just you?"

Lucifer looked up from where he sat at the piano. He smiled at you and moved over so you could sit beside him.

"No, you much preferred drawing to playing an instrument. And Dad knows attempting to teach you was a disaster." Lucifer chuckled.

You smiled, softly running your fingers over the keys, droplets of water fell from your hair onto your lap. Lucifer watched you for a moment.

"I'd like if you stayed with me for a while my dear. Perhaps I could help you regain your memory or at the very least give you a place to sleep. Where you wouldn't need to sell your body to strange men. More to the point, I've been trying to find you for a very long time, and I couldn't bear to lose you now."

You meant his eyes, studying him as if searching for any ill intent or alternative motive he might have. You found none and so you smiled, the first real smile you had given in such a long time.

"I'd love to stay with you Lucifer."

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[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 33: New York

June, 1986

 New York

We arrived back at the hotel after I was done filming and we sat in the living room part of the hotel in my room. "I need to catch a bit of sleep." I said putting my hand over my mouth and yawning.

"Me too. I didn't know filming would be so intense. And I'm just watching you act. My back and feet are killing me." She winced touching her feet.

"Uh that's just old age, I don't have that problem." I chuckled.

She glared and me and shook her head. "Well im going to head to my room call me if anything sweety." She got up and left my room. I walked into my bedroom and took my things off to get some much needed sleep. __

RING RING

"Mmm hello." I groaned answering the phone.

"Hey princess, did I wake you?" Nikki chuckled.

"Yes you actually did." I groaned again.

"Well I'm not sorry about that. I wanted to hear your pretty voice."

"Well your hearing it. What's up Nikki?"

"I miss you that's what's up. A whole 3 months without seeing you is driving me crazy."

"Well you can always purchase a magazine I'm in, or you can wait till you see me on TV." I giggled.

"The real you is better, I can only look at you through the TV and admire you on magazines."

"Nikki 3 months isn't that long. Before you know it I'll be back."

"I guess. Well I've been writing songs to keep myself distracted. You know Gene Simmons from KISS?"

"Uh...no."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Everybody knows KISS Iman. You don't live under a rock?" He sneered.

I didn't bother telling him about Derek because we were already arguing. I felt like it would have added more to the argument. Ever since that night I went out with Derek. Nikki had been alittle short tempered, agitated, and snappy for the passed few phone conversations that we have had. I wasn't sure what was wrong with him. Everytime I asked if he was alright and how the band was doing, he would snap at me then hang up the phone. I started dreading our phone conversations because when ever I tried calling him back he would ignore my calls. He wouldn't speak to me until about 2-3 days after. This time I hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks.

"Yeah well Nikki I told you that I never listened to rock music growing up. My mom never liked it. So what ever she listened to is what I listened to."

"Wow so that's where it all started."

"Where what started?" I snapped sitting up right on my bed.

"You doing what ever other people tell you to do."

I scoffed. "Excuse me, I do not do what other people tell me to do."

"Well you sure as hell don't have a mind of your own. Need I remind you what happened in London." He points out.

"Nikki do not even start on that ok! That was in the past and I said I'm sorry!" I raised my voice starting to get upset.

"What ever, were still sneaking around rather than just being free and open about our relationship. And I feel like it's because your hiding it from Tamara. You don't have the balls to openly say that I like Nikki Sixx and I want to be his girlfriend to Tamara and your friends. Instead you rather hide me from your friends like I'm a dirty secret!" He raised his voice.

"I can't believe your bringing this up now. I said I wasn't ready to have a boyfriend. And you have met my friends, you met Lisa and Theresa!" I argued.

"Lisa and Theresa were just like me. They did drugs and drank as well. Face it Mani your a puppet, and you'll always do what ever your masters tell you to do. It's not your fault it just started from your mom." He argued back.

"Oh wow this is rich coming from you. Because I listened to my mom I'm not snorting coke! Because I listened to my mom I'm not drinking to the point where I pass out and can't remember what day it is! Because I listened to my mom I have grown up to become and decent human being and not a junkie! And on that topic of Tamara because Im listening to her, my career has taken off and I'm well loved and respected by people in the industry!" I shouted.

"Oh so is that what it is? You don't want people to know that your in deep with bad boy Nikki Sixx because you want to stay loved and respected! You are so fucking pathetic Mani!" He snorted.

If he's going to push my buttons well maybe I should push his.

"Maybe I dont! Need I remind you what happened in London!" I smirked.

The phone went silent on the other end. I knew he was seething in anger.

"You better shut up about that Iman. I'm warning you?" He said with a hoarse tone.

I was now full on grinning like the Devil. I know people should never fight fire with fire. But I was enjoying getting him angry. Especially because he started it.

"Or else what.....Frank!" Emphasizing on the K.

"You fucking cunt! You better watch yourself when you step foot back in LA. Your just lucky your in New York right now. When you get back let's see if you have the balls to call me that name to my face!" He yelled.

I am done with these phone conversations from hell. Nikki is driving me crazy and I have better things to do then to go back and forth with him trying to insult me.

"Don't call me again Frank!" I screamed and slammed the phone down.

I know it was wrong of me to take it to that level. I can be a spiteful person at times when pushed too far. And I felt bad for using his real name because he didn't like it. He trusted me when he was telling me what his real name was and how he changed it because of his father. And once again I used something from his passed against him. But I'll just have to brush it off for now. I have to concentrate on my job. I knew this thing with Nikki was too good to be true. ____

June 1986, New York

I spent the next few days doing what I do best thinking about Nikki while I was working. But then I spent the next few weeks doing what I do best pretending that everything is ok. I have been going to filming and really acting. During our little breaks, I would talk to my cast mates and "act" like I was a jolly happy person who's enjoying being here. And although I do enjoy being here, once again Nikki seems to have ruined my mind set again. He hasn't called me and I refused to call him.

"Hello Miss Darlington new pose please?" The photographer yelled.

"Oh sorry." I snapped out of my thoughts.

I used my index finger and thumb to make a circle around my eye. And posed for the next shot. The rest of my day was all photoshoots. After this photoshoot I was going to be taking some outdoor shots on the streets of New York. I was a little nervous because it was going to be a bit different. Normally I was in doors or outdoors but in a private setting. But this time people were going to be able to see me posing as they were walking down the street. I wasn't really fond of random people watching me.

"Alright we got our shots. Thanks Miss Darlington." The photographer says as he starts wrapping up.

I went to the change room and changed out of my clothes and met up with Jess who was half asleep on the chair with her mouth open.

"Jess I'm done!" I yelled scaring her.

"Oh uh ok!" She says in a panicked voice. "I think I need a vacation."

We headed out to my next shoot which was on the streets of New York. I got changed into my clothes and walked out. I was wearing a red top, white skirt, with red heels. When I came out they had boarders around so that people wouldn't cross. However there were so many young girls standing by the boarder screaming my name for an autograph. Right after Im done this shoot I will give them some. One of the assistants handed me the purse I would be using for the shoot.

"Alright Iman show me what you got." The photographer yelled.

I started doing different poses. I walked on the side walk, I leaned against the wall, I sat on the steps, and even pretended like I was bending down to fix my heels.

"Beautiful Iman just beautiful darling."

I noticed a mailbox in front of me and decided that would make a good shot. I walked and singled for an assistant to help me up. He came over and lifted me up on to the mail box and I put left arm on my thigh and put my hand under my chin. With my right arm I gripped the purse and placed it down on the mail box. I then crossed one leg over the other and smiled.

"My darling Iman that's why your a model. Hold that pose for me dear. You are truly magnificent." He cooed.

We were finally done shooting and I got off the mailbox and walked towards the fans. I started signing autographs and taking pictures with them.

I arrived back at the hotel with Jess and she stops me in my tracks and nudges me to look to the side. "You have an unexpected visitor." I turn to look over at where she pointed. "Derek!" I squeal and run up to him. "Hey you." He laughs and embraces me in a hug. "Oh my God what are you doing here? I thought you were staying in LA?" I say pulling away. "I was but then I had free time and I couldn't get you out of my mind." He smiles and caresses my cheek.

"Emem." Jess clears her throat. I turn around to see her standing behind us. "Sorry Derek this is my managers assistant Jess. She's also my friend." I giggle. "She comes with me where ever I go. Jess this is Derek he's a painter and really good friend of mine."

"Hi Jess it's nice to meet you." Derek says while extending his hand out for her to shake. "Its nice to meet you too. Iman has told me so much about you. I feel like I know you already." She chuckled. "I hope only the good stuff." He smiles and looks at me. "There are only good stuff." I mumble.

I look over at Jess who is still standing with us. I don't think she gets the hint that she should disappear and leave us be. So I guess I'll have to give her a clue so that she'll just go away.

"So Jess you said you had to find out what time the movie premiere is going to be a right?" I say to Jess while raising my brows. "Oh yes I do. It was nice to meet you Derek." She said again and then headed for the elevator. "So I don't know if your tired but I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me?" He says wrapping his arms around my waist. "I was but now I'm awake. Wide awake." I smiled and bit my lip. He let me go and intertwined his hand in mine and we walked out of the hotel to head to dinner.

Nikki's POV

I layed on the ground with my eyes rolling to the back of my head after freebasing all night. My girlfriend kept talking and talking and talking. I was getting to the point of telling her to shut the fuck up and get out of my house when the phone rang.

"Hello." I slurred.

"Hey Sixx it's Vince, I need to know what hotel Iman is staying in so I can call her."

Why the fuck does Vince want to know?

"Is there a reason?" I reply.

"Yeah Sixx I'm going to jail today so I would like to let her know." He spat.

"Oh yeah." He chuckled. "Guess you won't have any groupies to keep your bed warm."

"Fuck you Nikki!" He yelled. "Just give me the hotel she's staying at so you can go back to your junkie ways."

Vince is one to talk when he was still doing drugs and drinking during the Theater of Pain tour. It was me and T- bone that had to keep him in check. And what fucking thanks did we get from Vince. I guess I'll give him her hotel number. He can't do anything, he's going to jail.

"She's staying at the Sheridan hotel." I grumbled

"Thanks bye."

"Oh wait Vince." I say stopping him from hanging up.

"Yeah what?"

"Tell her I say she's a cunt." I sneered, and hung up the phone.

Since the last time I called Mani we haven't spoken to each other. I was to smacked out to call her and I'm sure she doesn't really give a shit about me. I tried my best to get clean and be good enough for her. But she's a puppet to the industry and a puppet to Tamara. She does everything they tell her to do. I'm Nikki Sixx, I do what I want when I want. I'm not gonna hide who I am because I want to please people. What you see is what you get. If she can't accept me for the drugged up rock star that I am, than she can fuck off with all her fake model friends. I'm not about to change my ways for no bitch.

RING RING

"Fuck Vince what the fuck do you want now?" I raised my voice.

"Nikki." It was Tom.

"Tom." I say sitting up.

"Nikki Nona is very sick." Tom said with a worried voice. I was to drugged out to even comprehend what he was saying. "Nikki did you hear me. Nona is really sick. Is there any way you can come down to Idaho to come visit her?"

"Y...yeah Tom I"ll...I'll try. I have to go." I put the phone down not wanting to hear anything else that he had to say. I picked up a baggy and made 5 lines on the table and snorted each line up then layed back down. My eyes were about to close in bliss when she started rambling again.

"You know coke is really bad for you. It has toxins that could ruin your liver. And there's caffeine in there to that can mess with your brain. You should really-"

"Shut the fuck up or get the fuck out!" I yelled at her.

Iman's POV

We got back from eating out at Le Bernardin restaurant. It was a very nice place. They served sea food and pasta and the drinks were phenomenal. Derek was a real gentlemen. I offered to pay this time because last time we went out for dinner he payed but he refused. We talked about everything and I found my self stuck in Derek fantasy. I have to admit I liked where me and Derek were going. He really wasn't like Nikki and that was a good thing. Maybe everyone was right getting involved with Nikki is a bad idea. I think Derek could be my first boyfriend. He's definitely what I have always wanted in a guy. Of course I would still have to check with my mom and Tamara. But so far they liked him as my friend.

"I had a great time Derek thank you." I mumble looking at the ground.

"Me too. If your a...if your free after filming tomorrow we should go out again." He smiled and bit his lips.

"Actually my cast mates are going to a party tomorrow night. I wasn't going to go, but seeing as your hear I think it would be great if you came along." I say finally looking up at him.

"I'd like that."

"Well bye." I smile and wave to him. I turned and walked towards the elevator. He pulled my arm so I would turn to face him and sweetly kisses my cheek. I touch my cheek and laugh. "I don't want to kiss your lips until your ready for me." He smiles. "Goodnight Iman." "Goodnight Derek." I turn again and head upstairs.

When I got outside my hotel room door I could hear the phone ringing. I quickly opened the door and ran inside to pick up the phone.

"Yes hello." I breathed out.

"Mani is that you?"

"Yes who's this?" I asked with confusion.

"It's Vince." He chuckled.

"Oh heyyy what's up? How'd you get my hotel number?" I say plopping down on the couch.

"From Nikki, he was being a prick though. He told me to tell you that your a cunt. Whats up his ass?" Vince laughed.

"Don't mind him he's been off lately. I can't even bother. But any ways how are Beth and Elizabeth?" I kick off my shoes and lay down on the couch to catch up with him. Me and Vince haven't really talked in a while.

He sighed. "There good, I just purchsed a $1.5 million house in the Porter Ranch estate in upper Northridge for them."

"Wow that's great I'm happy for you."

"The reason I called is because I'm turning my self in today. And I just wanted to to let you know."

"Turning yourself in, what do you mean?" I sat up confused furrowing my brows.

"I'm going to jail Mani...today."

Oh shoot!

"Oh Vince." I sighed. "I don't really know what to say. I mean... you made the decision to get behind the wheel that night because you were being irresponsible and foolish. But I hope when you go in, you have time to think about the life you took and the others that you have hurt. But also think about your self Vince. Your getting older and you have two children now. You have to start being responsible."

"I hear you Mani but it isn't easy. This life of being a rock star, theres access to everything. Like I literally have the whole world at the palm of my hands for the taking. Woman, drugs, cars, boats, and money. Like everything I fucking want I can have. And I'm never told no.

"You see that's your problem. You think just because your a rock star you can have everything and you shouldn't be held accountable for your mistakes. That thought is why your going to jail Vince." I stated.

"Fuck you, I called you as a courtesy to let you know that I was going to jail. You should feel privileged that I even thought about you." He snapped.

What is it with these rockstars?

"Vince I'm talking to you as a friend ok. I just...I just want you to know that just because your a rock star that doesn't mean you have to behave like one. Theres another life for you that doesn't have to be all about booze, sex, and drugs." I calmly spoke.

He sighed. "I'm sorry...im sorry. I guess...I guess my nerves are just getting to me about going. I know your my friend you always have been. I guess I'm gonna miss our long talks." He mumbled.

There was a long pause between us on the phone. I honestly liked Vince yeah he was full of himself, and thought he was better than everyone else, and slept around. But I always had a soft spot for him. I sometimes wish that I could have been blonde. I think maybe then Vince would have looked at me. The first time I saw him I thought he was very attractive in 1984, then the second time when Nikki brought me to that house party I thought he was a dick. But I felt differently about him in 1985. When he comforted me after Nikki scolded me for dancing with Jon.

"Vince?"

"Yeah darling."

"If...if I was blonde would you look at me?" I asked nervously scratching the back of my neck.

"Uh... what do you mean?" He asked with confusion.

"If my hair was blonde, would you look at me like you do those other blonde girls?" I mumbled.

There was a long pause again. I feel like I never should have said anything. This could make things awkward for the both of us now.

"Uh never mind I...I have to go. Call me anytime ok."

"Mani!" He spoke up stopping me from hanging up.

"Y...yes." I stutter softly.

"I've been looking at you since 1984." He spoke softly. "I'll call you whenever you want me to darling." He chuckled then hung up the phone.

I felt like a tone of bricks was lifted off of my chest. It's a question that I had always wondered. And now I have the answer.

[blue-skeleton6289]

Okay so can dusty or axe (or both please,but Im mainly going for axe) to go out with reader and buy some ice cream and feed each other Ice cream that's all I can think of tbh so yeah!

Well I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine's day!! (Or three days late)

Walking down the cracked pebbled side walk along the garden. The sun beating down on them as a nice warm blanket. The trees cool shade balancing it out. You were walking with Axe on this nice almost perfect day.

He was the only one home and you both have been hanging out and chilling all day! With him petting your hair constantly, you felt like you both should just get out. Not to do anything crazy just go for a walk or something!

So now you to are, enjoying the day. Well you hope Axe it, should you ask him? You do want him to be having a good time.

"Hey Axe" He looks down at you grinning it looks pretty peaceful.

"Are you having a good time? Its just you seem like you are peaceful but I just want you to be having fun a-as well." You admit to him closing your eyes as your face flushes. He was looking down at you his gaint throbbing eye light grew.

As his soul was perfectly happy. He was alone with you, its quiet, his soul is calm and is cooing and wanting to flip in backflips. He was truly happy has been all day and has been growing sense the day he met you.

And he just thought that was adorable and so sweet how you care if he is having a good time.

His grin grew softer such a loving fondness on his face.

"...i am having a great time, only because i am here with you jellybean" Axe said as he bend down on his knees and looked at you. So he can see your beautiful, cute face look at him with those big jellybean eyes. He just wants to kiss your whole soft looking face.

You blush opening your eyes when you hear that from him! He really means it. You blush more at the look he was giving you. He looked so handsome, and there was some old looking Sans in there. But his was different then Classic Sans. He had this look of going through something but getting better. Its soft and loving. And is really just making your heart melt!

You smile at him shyly then you look up and see an Nice cream!!

Your eyes light up and you immediately turn to Axe! "You like Nice cream?" You asked, without noticing you sounded like you were really hopeing he would!

He just stared at your face for a minute as you waited patiently.

He then smiles and nods, standing up then he takes your hand. Which you blush at but you don't pull away from the warmth. A stupid goofy smile on your face that you just suppress!

You are skipping alittle on your heels from how excited you are!!

"...excited?" Axe asked grinning amused he already knew the answer.

"Yes!! I have heard about his nice cream! And how it knows what flavor is your favorite! Then when you eat the nice cream, on the stick there is alittle message that tells you what your mostly troubled or to cheer you up!!" You are now shaking Axes whole big hand and arm. You are just so excited!

He chuckles fondly at you. Squeezing your small soft warm hand.

As you two get near the blue bunny Nice cream man perks up. Looking at you to, with a big smile showing his cute bunny or rabbit? Buck tooth.

"Hello! Try one of my Nice creams! Any flavor you can imagine!" He said, as you looked at the flavors what the? Pickled, beef, ramen, strawberry. Okay that one is a good one, but then you see a mystery flavor. Hmm

"Could I get the mystery flavor please!" You said, as you look up at him. He was tall! But still shorter then Axe. Who was a really big boy.

"Well of course! Your the first customer to order that flavor! The names Hops! Little lady." He winked at you, while grabbing an nice cream.

You beamed, while sorta starting to stand on your tip toes. Kinda like how a peacock puffs out there feathers.

Which Axe does notice and he holds in a laugh. Not to hurt your little pride.

"Here you go! On the house, I would have rememberd you if you came by. First ones are always free." He said holding out the nice cream on a stick! That you take ecstatic! "Axe get something!" You side gustering to the nice creams.

Hm, he looks at the nice cream then at yours. Then something seems to click. His grin turns mischievous then he shakes his head.

"What? Do you not like nice cream?"

He shakes his head no. So he does like nice cream just want any. Aww, well okay.

"Guess thats all! Thank you Hops! My names Y/N and this big ol' cutie is Axe!" You said, fondly patting his arm. As he looks straight out blushing as his eyelights grow smaller then grow huge in size.

Making Hops have an amused smile. "Well have a good day!" He waves.

Then you two walk down the little side walk path and sit down on a bench in the shade.

"I am gonna try this now...please don't be pickle or beef or ramen!" You whisper, then you put it in your mouth to suck on. Your eyes widen like saucers, as the blueberry and chocolate flavors dance on your tongue with thus growing tingling as it evaporates!

You pop it out to see Axe was blushing like crazy.

"What? Why you a blushing light bulb?" You asked, almost teasingly. But you are still confused as to why... You look at the popsicle then at his blushing face... You could be wrong... Juuust in case.

You look back the popsicle and then you licked it from the bottom towards the top slowly. Then sucking the top. *pop*

Then you glance just for a second to see Axe stareing at you!! Full on stareing!! With his eyelight in a gaint red pulsing upside down heart!! With his whole face a deep blue.

Making you blush deeply, oh shit you were RIGHT!! Damn it!! He thought you were sucking a d-

"...can i have a taste?" He asked, leaning closer.

As you blush deeply, then you nod slowly. Expecting a him to take a bite.

Nope.

He leaned in close to your face and licked your mouth. It felt wet and warm and was even more tingly then the nice cream. It sent a whole pleasant *shiver* up your spine and through out your whole body. It was small but holy STARS!!

It was alittle slimy!!

"...you had alittle on your face, and I wanted alittle taste. as sweeter then i could imagine" he said, in a deep gravely voice.

"Yeah it is pretty sweet." Looking at the nice cream.

"...who said i was talking about the nice cream?" He said, leaning closer and with a serious look.

Which makes you explode red, and then out of panic and you just finish the nice cream bitting and throwing the stick away.

"Oh wait! I wouldnt do that to your real dick I promise!! It was melting from how hot I feel right now and-" you were freaking out!! Blushing like mad and shaking your head as your white long hair was flowing back and forth crazily.

Axe *snorted* shaking his head, a magical blue blush still present on his cheeks. As his upside down heart eyelight just grew.

He leaned down when he saw your face coming and kissed your cheek just in time, as a spark of magic went throw your body. And your whole left cheek felt warm and tingly.

"...happy valentine's day" Axe whispered.

You didn't have the heart to tell him it was passed Valentines day.

"Heh, happy Valentine's day! Sans." You said, kissing his cheekbone sending your own love and little spark of magic. (But you didn't know that)

He was taken back but blushed and grinned as you both sat down and just enjoyed the time you two had.

Whoaa!! Happy late Valentine's day!! Like I am 3 days late sorry!!

Hope you liked it @vanessa-joy114

This was her request! Hehe which I did get into as you can see.

( °//v//° ) heh.

[prceteritus-a]

@hopegained asked:  ship: THEM bc i am Curious and i wanna bother u

Ship Meme || Not accepting!!

Under read more due to size!

- How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals? Most times they end up falling asleep with each other and waking up with Rayquelle in Eron’s hold due to the nightmares she has she seeks the comfort and warmth! DAILY RITUALS UH YEAH they try to go out at least once a day and have a ‘date’ and stargaze. It’s a way for them to relax, be in each others presence but not have to worry about others.

- How’s their team work? Do they share well? Ray is a very independent woman but since joining the resistance she has had to partake inmore team activities. Eron understands her Hesitance and works with it or around it so they can get their task done without making her uncomfortable. 

- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection? Ok so this is a big thing. In the beginning stages of their relationship no one knows hell not even they really do. Eron needs alot of trust because of the walls around him and the second layer around his heart and Ray respects that. He tore hers down before she go into his so thats something she has to accept. They don’t really come out about their relationship I think ever it just kind of becomes natural and people start to see the looks in their eyes when they look at each other. Public display of affection follows the same rules and I actually think Eron is the first to break that (I answered an ask like this) Where he would have to make the conscious decision to partake in PDA.

- First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight? NO IT WAS NOT! So when they first met they payed no mind to each other however, they don’t really count it because it wasn’t anything big it was her introduction to the resistance when she was found. The real start for them was when he found her stargazing in a spot he thought no one knew about. Eron was probably unfazed at her but Ray was curious. He looked scary, not gonna lie maybe mean? But biggest of all. he looked almost... like he’d seen so much and it hurt him and she wanted to alleviate that because she too had that for herself.

- Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes? Ray for Eron: Love,Babe, Baby, Eldin, Honey, Dear, and her favorite My Stars Eron for Ray: Love, Babe, Baby,  (I’m sure more but YOU WONT GIVE ME MORE ALKDJ:LK)

- Any tasks that are always left to one person? Cooking is Ray’s thing she will fight for that!

- What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could? N O T H I N G! Both Ray and Eron treasure the other faults and all the only changes they want are to themselves. ( Ray also hates sometimes how he’s so tall she has to ask him to bend down for kisses sometimes)

- What do the like best about their partner? WOW uhm Ray loves everything but his heart is the best. He has been through so much seen so much yet still trusts her like he does and loves her like he does and that warms her to the core of her being. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.Now for Eron I don’t know if it’s what he likes best but i feel like it’s along the lines of a similar thing. She’s been a child of abuse and was flat out kidnapped yet still gives him so much even on her worst days. She always shows him hes loved and cared for and makes it known she treasures him above all else.

- Do they discuss big issues? Religion? Marriage? Children? Death? Yes they do. They’ve discussed marriage and children especially. They both would like them and also don’t want them.

- Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public? Drives; either Cooks; Ray Handiwork; either but usually Eron Clean; Both Pays the bills; Both handles the public; either

- Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries? RAY IS A FIRM BELIEVER IN HOLIDAYS YOU BET YOUR ASS ERON GETS SPOILED ON BIRTHDAYS WITH BOTH SEX AND FOOD AND PRESENS AND ON THEIR ANNIVERSARY OMG SHE GOES MAD WITH IT. She believes everyday you should celebrate your partner on days like those shes got the right to be everywhere with it

- Is there a wedding? What was the proposal like? Any kind of honeymoon? S o weddings. Ray wants to marry Eron thats a fact. Will the get married? Thats a hard question because i feel like in the canon verse they never feel really a NEED too. They dont need a ring to tell them that they love each other. But in any AU with them as a ship or in a verse where they do get married. They don’’t want anything big only those important to them  their marriage is for them not their friends and family. Its about them giving themselves to each other. The proposal would be cute and heartfelt and could be as simple as Eron kissing her neck and just “I want to marry you...” or her after a night of him grounding her form a nightmare she just “I want you and me forever... let’s get married Eron”  The honeymoon? They dont need fancy yet again just each other. Take it as an excuse to give it all into each other with no interruptions

- What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up? THey both stargaze, Love shooting blaster, she loves just domestic cuddling , and they always when able eat together

- Anything they both dread? Becoming those they hate and losing those they love honestly those are the biggest. Ray’s TRUEST fear is Embrent will return and kill eron and force her back under his thumb

- How adventurous are they? Eron more so than Rayquelle haha I could see him guiding her around her hand in his as they explore things though

- Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat? Rayquelles poker face is absolute shit. 

- What would make them break up? Would it be permanent? UHM HONESTLY THE FEARS BECOMING TOO MUCH AND EVEN THEN THEY’RE BOTH LOYAL AF SO IDK IFIT WOULD RESULT IN A BREAK UP

- What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other? The dates they have are usually very mellow and no stress consisting of mainly stargazing or holovids and cuddling.

- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up? Arguments are almost none existent minor little battles of wit do happen but for the most part full arguments don’t! BUT on the occasion they do they get alittle emotional. Make up consists of lots of just quality time. maybe some sex who knows.

- What does their home look like? Their room? Their home thanks to Ray is clean and tidy with a set spot for everything! The same applies for their room.Their things are in no set sides of room for the most part its where ever it works

- Do they share any interests or hobbies? GUNS, KNIVES, STARGAZING, BEING PARENTS TO JAEDEN AND EVELLYN HAHA

- Does their work ever interfere with the relationship? Not in a serious method. It does spark some fear in both parties and there are nights where they get genuinely upset the other isn't there and have a horrible time sleeping. Unable to get a lick.

- How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort? listen they just soft bbs

- Any doubts about the relationship? Both have doubts because of their history but never about each other. The doubts stem of “They will leave me like everyone else” in Eron’s head and Ray is scared she will lose him like she lost her parents. The minute comfort finds her Embrent returns and kills Eron in front of her. But in Eron himself? She knows he loves her undoubtedly and that he will always. Now she can only hope he knows she feels the same. 

- How much time do they spend together? Do they share their feelings, or hold things in?

- How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families? Leia and Luke I imagine love that they’re so good for each other. Family on Ray’s front wel uhm.... like i said leia approves haha. Everyone in the base loves it because it softened Eron and brought Ray out more and shes more sociable.

- Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up? Well N love we both are kill happy for them in TROS SOOOOOO but i do want to write them being parents be it au or whatever UPDATE THEY HAVE A SON AND A DAUGHTER JAEDEN AND EVELLYN

- What are their vacations like? Together literally thats the thing. A vacation for them could be their bedroom. As long as they’re together

- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness? RAY INSTANT PANIC ON EMERGENCIES! They are both nurses when the other is sick haha

- Could they manage a long distance relationship? IT WOULD WRECK THEM they probs could but like alot of them is physical interaction and with her nightmares it would wreck eron watching that with nothing he could do to help. Ray loves to hug and cuddle him to tell him she LOVES him and not doing that and watching him have a rough patch? nope wrecked

- Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something? They know when the other is hiding something eron especially but ray has gotten good at noticing for him. Another thing is with finishing sentences. Eron could probably but he doesnt engage in it much but shell do it whenever she can!

- Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous? They dont get into trouble really

- What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions? Ray gives presents when she feel like it tbh. They range from hobby based to food and anything in between. If she thinks of eron when she sees it its gift material.

- Do they have any pets? Eron best get his woman her own BB unit

- Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw? he brings out in ray allowing her to open up and she the best in him because they are actually

- What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness? The weakness is how much they self doubt themselves. they rely so heavily on each other that it may be SEVERELY detrimental if one dies

- How much would they be willing to sacrifice for the other? Any lines they refuse to cross? they would kill and die for another

- What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? They both have a think for oral so there’s a fair bit of it haha. Ray has an immense thing for praise in the bedroom so often when they have sex its very personal and intimate full of declarations of love and eron calling her a good girl ;) they can get kinky but like thats a whole other think im sure

- Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love? Uhm ray accidently confessed so she started it, Eron probably kissed her first one of the they just stared at lips until someone took that plunge

- Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? Ray wants to take him to what she was told was her home so she can find out more about her childhood. Other than that none that i can think of in terms of places. OH! Their stargazing spot!!! Special memories though their first time kissing, with each other intimately, ALSO A memory eron will never forget is walking in on his lady cooing to their daughter promissing her so much in life.

- Are they party-goers? What are they like when they’re drunk? Does it happen often? They aren’t big party goers but they still enjoy a good drink with friends. Ray is HYPERSEXUAL when drunk and kind of a hyperactive person

- Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them? HAHAHAHnope they will not hesitate to call shit out

- Do they talk often? yes!

- Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for? They trust each other with their life and most things are open but there may be nights where they need the privacy on emotions and just need to be in their mind for a bit. the other always respects it.

- Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets? heartbreaks and regrets are still up in the air with them they still have time to grow but dreams? well ray wants to have a family. which they later get.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Warmer

Gif credit to @lolly9358

My first Ubbe imagine and its smut! 🙊

I may have gotten somethings wrong, sorry.

Hope you all enjoy. Happy Reading Dollies.

Wrapping your fur around you tighter as the winter wind blew through you. Your teeth chattering. You couldn't seem to get warm. Standing near a fire or having three furs on, nothing could keep you warm.   Opening the door to the main hall, you bumped in to Ubbe. He was standing with Sigurd, while he whined about how Ivar is mommy's favorite. Ubbe rolling his eyes and smiling at you. His warm smile. "Y/N someone I can talk to and have a real conversation with". He wrapped his arm around you. Melting into his arm, you couldn't help but notice you felt warmer. Couldn't decide whether it was from his heat that radiated off his body or that he turned you on when you saw him? Giggling at him. "Oh Ubbe, your brother sulking again"? "Maybe you should find him a slave to keep him company"? "That is a good idea Y/N, he'll tell her everything that Ivar has done to take his mother's attention from him". "She'll want to die after". His remark getting Sigurd gave him a stink eye. "That will not happen, she will kill him first". You replied laughing at the two brothers as they made faces at each other. "You both act like children sometimes". "But you love us, now don't you". Ubbe said as he took a drink from his cup. Ubbe and you sat down at the table beside the fire, so you could get warm. You shivered as Ubbe removed his arm. "Are you cold"? "Alittle". Ubbe nodding, pouring you a horn of ale. "Thank you". "Then I shall get you warm, I can not have you freezing". His sultry voice came out and took you by surprise. "Umm... what do you have in mind Ubbe"? You spoke nervously, not taking your eyes from his. "Well we could stay here and sit by the fire or we could go back to my tent". His hand inched up your thigh,while the other hand moved a piece of hair from your eyes. Gasping at the sudden touch. "What about Sigurd"? "He'll get angry that you'd leave him in his state". Ubbe looked around and saw Sigurd with a slave. He took her hand, running off somewhere. "I think Sigurd will be fine on his own". He said as he turned back to you, you blushed as you saw Sigurd take off leaving you alone with Ubbe. "I think so too". You bit your lip. "Shall we then"? He stood up and placed out his hand. You gently placed your hand in his, as you stood up Ubbe kissed it softly. Ubbe threw his fur around you, huddling together as you stepped outside. It had started to snow. While walking Ubbe was telling tales of when he was little with his brothers, you had heard these stories over and over. But you still laughed. How could you not, he made great impression of his brothers. Walking up to the tent Ubbe held the tent flap open for you to enter. The smoke from the fire making you cough. "Sorry about that, I forget sometimes that I need to let it breath". You waved him off. "Come sit, I'll get us something to drink".  You sat on his bed as he fumbled with the cups. Ubbe walked over , he handed you your drink and sat  beside you. His smile never leaving his face. "Are you getting warmer"? "Alttle, yes". He hummed. "Ubbe"? "Yes". He looked at you. You looked at his lips as you licked your, slowly leaning in you where now inches away from him. Sucking in a breath you smashed your lips to his. Ubbe took this as a sign to pull you closer. Ubbe's tongue was demanding entrance, you obeyed. Your tongues dancing as his hands went to your hips. Pulling you into his lap. Feeling yourself grow wet as you felt his erection poking through his pants.The tip of his cock pressed on your clit. Grinding hard, feeling him grip your hips harder and making you both moan out. Your hands clawed his shoulders, holding on to the fabric. "Ubbe please". You stopped him. "What, did I do something"? His voice trembled with fear. He never wanted to hurt you. "No my love, but this is torture". "I need you now". Kissing him roughly. Hopping off his lap you slowly undid your dress, it fell to the ground. Ubbe sat there with his mouth opened and a tent in his pants, growing harder by the second. Ubbe quickly took off his tunic and undid his pants.  Stepping close to you, you felt the heat that made you melt. You hand wondered down his torso, taking his length in your hand and gave it a few pumps. Ubbe's head went back as he was enjoying your touch. You suddenly stopped. Ubbe growled as he hoisted you up, the tip of his cock running up and down your slit. Laying you on the bed, he opened you legs so he could see you better. "Very wet". He said as he took his fingers ,wiped some of your juices up ,took them to his mouth and sucked. "Gods that was so delicious". He moved on top of you, lined himself up and with one rapid thrust he entered you. "Oh Ubbe". Arching your back. Ubbe flicked his tongue on your swollen nipples, sucking on them making it harder for you not to come. His grunts filled the room as you bit down on his shoulder to muffle your moans. Not wanting people passing by to hear, especially his brother. "Y/N you're so beautiful". He said as his kissed your neck, leaving little purple marks. Ubbe's thrust became deep and hard. Your nails clawing up and down his back, drawing blood at moments. Your legs wrapped around him, making him stay inside you. "Gods please Oh Gods". You screamed out as you started to tremble, your first orgasm hitting you hard. You came seeing shooting stars and fire roaring. Ubbe didnt stop, his thrusted started to become sloppy. "Y/N I'm going to come". His grunts warning you. "Not in me please". You moaned out. Your eyes rolling back as he hit your g-spot. "Fuck". He said as he pulled out, coming on your stomach. He jerked as he came. Falling beside, his hand resting on your breast. "That was wonderful". "That it was". "I've never came like that before". He chuckled. You smiled. Knowing that you could bring him much delightment. "Not even with your favorite slave"? "Not even close". He pulled you closer to him, kissing your temple he nuzzled in the crease of your neck. As you  played with his long braid, you slowly started to drift off to sleep. "Y/N"? "Hmm". "Are you warm"? "Yes, I could actually go for some cool air". He chuckled "Want to step outside"? "Maybe later, I dont think I could walk". You looked at Ubbe, he had a big grin on his face. Knowing that he could cause you so much pleasure. The two of you spent the rest of the night sleeping and making love. Not a care in the world, just being with each other and staying warm in the winter. Perfect winter activity.

[leather-n-laces]

Meet Sadie - A Beth/Dwight Drabble

Title: Meeting Sadie   

Rating: T for Teen 

Pairing: Beth Greene/Dwight 

Word Count: 1,430

Summary: While out on a run Beth discovers and saves her future best friend. Dwight starts to realize that maybe he likes Beth a little more than he should. 

Awhile ago I floated a few ideas.

What if Beth survived but wound up with the Saviors?  

What if Beth had a relationship with someone other than Daryl?

What if Beth wound up getting close to Dwight?

This is a little unfinished drabble set in my WDWG universe, but it’s AU considering Beth and Dwight are much closer here (whereas WDWG is Bethyl ultimately) than in WDWG.

It’s getting dark and they’re due back at the Sanctuary tonight “Do you hear that?” Beth pauses, grabbing Dwight’s arm. He throws his head over his shoulder and gives her a look. The look.

The look that says he’s tired and wet and he wants to go back and drop dead in his damn bed.

Apparently the building had been cleared a few days ago. An old storefront, used to be some sort of hippie-witch shop or something, as Dwight had explained. They wouldn’t have bothered pressing inside if it hadn’t been for the fact that they’re out chasing a Code Orange.

Beth adjusts the beam of the flashlight, a small white sign up on the wall featuring a staircase and a stick figure man. “There’s something down there.” She breaks away from Dwight’s side and pulls her knife from the sheath on her belt. He’ll follow her, he’s not going to let her go down there alone.

Before her boot even lands on the first step she can hear the sounds of snapping and snarling. There’s whimpering too, yelping.

“Doesn’t sound like many. One, maybe two.” Two at the most.

Dwight’s already moving to bring the crossbow off of his back but Beth motions for him to stop. Who knows how big the basement, it’s closed quarters. He hasn’t had the thing for that long. Sure, it’s quiet alright, but his aim still leaves something to be desired. Besides, if there’s only one (or two) it’s nothing they can handle with the knives.

He lets her lead. Doesn’t question it when she walks ahead most of the time, he’s perfectly content to follow her. She’s perfectly content with knowing he’s somewhere behind her, too.

Sure enough there’s two walkers in the basement. Well, two that are still kicking. A woman and a smaller body, a child Beth realizes. There’s a corpse slumped in a far corner too, half covered up with an old tarp. These bodies look a little fresh. The smaller one, the child, looks a little worse for wear. It’s clothes are torn and almost excessively bloody. It looks like it has chunks missing on it’s arms, and one of the ears...she’s not sure it’s there. They don’t look like they’ve been dead all that long.

Both walkers are on their stomachs clawing at a metallic object. Right now she’s still too preoccupied with the fact that there’s a child. You don’t see many of those these days, in any state, alive or otherwise.

“Beth.”

Right. They need to get back.

They dispatch the walkers easily enough. Dwight takes the woman, Beth takes the child. Her heart breaks alittle bit when she does it, too. She tries not to be rough, makes it quick. Grabs the walker’s shirt and jerks it back, shoving the knife into the back of it’s skull in one swift movement.

She swallows the lump forming in her throat as she pulls the  knife back out, wiping it off on her pants. Both the walkers slump over the metal thing when they let go of them. A crate, she realizes now. It’s the source of the other noise, the whimpering.

Beth shoots Dwight a look and pushes the walkers away. It’s a dog crate.

The thing making the noise is a little puppy, crammed up against the far corner of the crate. There’s a bigger dog too, but that one isn’t moving. Dwight reaches out and gently shakes the crate. The puppy whines, but the other animal doesn’t flinch. It’s eyes are open, staring off into the distance. Unseeing.

Beth hands over the flashlight and slides the latches back on the front of the door, carefully reaching in and scooping up the shivering ball of fur.

It has similar markings to the bigger dog; grey and white speckled fur, the word ‘heeler’ comes to mind. There’s black patch over one of the the eyes a bit of a rusty red on two of the paws to match the color of it’s muzzle. There’s something else. She’d thought it was color until she’d had the puppy in her arms. One of it’s ears is gone. The edges are rough, like something had chewed on it. It’s tail is pretty short, feels like there’s a length of it missing and it has the same blood crusted on the tip that the ear does.

The puppy can’t be more than 7 or 8 weeks old, by best guess.

“We should bring the crate.”

There’s no way the puppy is staying here. There’s no way that she can just leave it behind. It’s alone and hurt and scared. Beth holds it a little tighter.

She’s wrapped it up in the hoodie she had stolen from Dwight and it’s sleeping on her lap. Injuries aside it looks okay. Doesn’t look hungry, isn’t all skin and bones. It’s just a baby. It needs someone to take care of it.

“You’re keeping it, huh?” Dwight asks as he glances over from the drivers seat.

Of course she is. This is hers. She’s staking a claim.

Beth’s laying back on the bed when he walks in. Puppy curled up on her stomach. She’s holding a worn out old paperback over her face.

It’s funny how she doesn’t look out place. Like it’s her bed, her room, her book. The only thing that’s her’s is the puppy because he’s not willing to take any bitching about the thing barking or wrecking people’s shit.

Sadie lazily cracks an eye open as he approaches the bed, all he gets is a single tail wag as a greeting. Beth doesn’t even put down the book. Dwight doesn’t say a word he just scoops up Sadie. She’s growing fast. Her ear, and her tail have healed up nicely. Best guess was they’d been bitten off by the walkers that had been grabbing at the The other dog, was chewed up by the time they had gotten there. She looks a little odd. Only having one ear and a tail that definitely looks a bit shorter than it should be (Beth had shown him pictures of the breed in books when they’d gotten back) It definitely adds character to her.

“Hard at work training her, huh?”

He doesn’t need to see Beth’s face to know she’s rolling her eyes. Just the same way she doesn’t need to see his to know he’s smiling when he says it. “She needed a break. It’s hard work being that adorable.”

Well, he couldn’t argue with that.

Awake now, Sadie’s all kisses and tail-wags. Beth’s put the book down and is watching with interest, small smile playing at her lips. That’s a new one for her, smiling. He likes it - likes it alot. She would smack him if he said anything so he doesn’t. Besides that would ruin the moment. She’s not the only one that’s been happier lately.

It’s hitting him, too. First time in a long time, feels like his heart’s thawing out alittle in his chest. Not all the time - but when she’s around or they’re alone together. Just the two of them, like they aren’t Saviors, like the dead aren’t roaming around outside their gates. Any free moment they have they spend together. People had always talked and they’d shrugged it off. Said it was stupid, crazy. Childish even.

He’s starting to get it now. Why people say what they do, how they could even think it.

They’re good together. Outside they’re a good run team. She’s resourceful and fast. Not a pain in the ass, she can take directions ( she’s usually the one in charge anyways) and he trusts her. 

Work aside. They’ve got their scars. A trauma he earned, she don’t remember hers but she’s still gotta wear it. There’s the memory thing - his has always been shit. Her memories before she’d been shot are basically non-existent. She has trouble recalling, some days even her short term is screwy. They both  understand the frustration, how it feels not to remember. She’s patient with him when he can’t be with himself, and he provides the same for her.

They both like reading. She likes singing, even if she can’t remember the words, and it turns out singing is real nice to listen to while he’s carving. Which, Beth can watch him do for hours in end. She doesn’t think it’s dumb, a waste of time. Seems to admire it in all honesty.

She’s funny. Smart. Kind. Pretty.

No. Beautiful. Beth is beautiful .

She’d argue with him on that, too but Christ she is. Looking at her’s kinda like looking at the sun sometimes. 

That thought just about knocks the breathe straight out of his lungs. Kinda like what’s been happening lately whenever he sees her. He might not know much, might not remember much, but he knows what that feeling is.

@genevievedarcygranger  I thought of you.

[dragonsdencrafting-blog]

my perfect digimon game

under the cut cause this is long!

first of all this is just the ideas floating around in my head and has no impact of the world, but hey it’s fun to dream right? 

So first lets start off with the basics.

First of gender select is a must (Looking at you hackers memory) though some character customization would be nice I don’t think it’s all that big of a deal. Maybe just stop putting the female characters in such weird outfits. Past that I was fine with what we got in next order and cyber sleuth. next I think I’m going to favor the world series, at least next order, over the story series of digimon since it seems to be alittle more based on the anime, which was very popular, while story seems more like it was trying to rip off pokemon. But there are great ideas from both. Next thing i would like is alittle more options when it comes to sound and subtitles. I feel like my digimon were always loud and the music got kinda repetitive after awhile even though it was really good. Maybe just alittle more balancing for those of us with bad hearing.

Past that I think it’s time to talk about the setting and story. While I’m not going to lay out a story for this. (I’m not getting paid after all.) I can discuss some ideas that could work for the game. Of course the biggest thing would be to base it off the shows. I never watched past gen four of digimon as i hated the no partners thing and given that it went back to the old ways right after I would say that alot of people felt the same way. So most of what I’ve got would be from the first three gens, which were all pretty good. Though each did have its faults. But that’s getting off topic.

I think the game should take place in both the real world and he digital world. Like cyber sleuth but with a lot more to do outside of the digital world. In this the main character would likely be a college student. This could keep from making the game to hard by having to deal with parents or strict school rules, while still allowing a challenge to the player to keep from being discovered. I also like the idea of having digimon in the real world. Not just your own, but sort of random encounters that you have to battle to keep the bad guy from letting it be known that digimon are real. I feel like it would take some kind of mission board, however what would be kinda fun is if you went to a news stand and looked up strange rumors. Like the scene in men in black. Then I also think that the real world should have things you can do in it. Like in the persona games. Little events that could unlock missions and raise states for you and your comrades. Maybe you can choose to visit a spa to increase stamina or a green house for friendship. These things would always be available to you. Like maybe the gym is only open to students on the weekends. And while you’d still be able to train your digimon like you can in next order, These would be huge boosts that would likely be able to push you to the next stage if you took them. Of course it would come at a price. It would skip to the next day if you did that, meaning that you couldn’t train up on your own, and may lock you out of other things for that day. Such as if you choose to go to the pool on the weekend the you may have to wait a whole week before you could go to the gym. they would also cost money too, meaning you couldn’t always go if you didn’t have the funds and would still have to go beat up digimon or take some sort of job, again like a bounty board, so you could use them. They also wouldn’t be unlocked right away. Because these are things that you need to let your digimon do, while not being able to let them be seen in the first place, it should be that you must do something so as to make sure you can be alone. Maybe you can do a mission for the person who owns the pool so that they let you use it after ours. Or maybe its a private pool and you need to do something for the owner to let you use it at all. While at the gym, maybe you have to help a digimon copy the data for the gym and make a mock version in the gyms computer. Like recruiting digimon in previous games. Again you can still train up in the digital world for free. But the gains to that wouldn’t be near as big to balance it out, even if it’s fully upgraded. Next I like the idea of the town and growing it, but I think it should work alittle different. First It shouldn’t be tied to the story at all. You can go and recruit any digimon as soon as the area is unlocked if you have the skill, and you can go and beat the story without ever recruiting a single digimon. A big part of that is because alot of people will grind up to megas as early as they can and breeze through the game, just to hit a wall of not having recruited enough digimon or not having finished far enough in the story. This also helps because features such as locking in your digivolution rout wouldn’t be locked till you’ve almost beaten the game plus it would give way to challenge runs of the game, such as beat the story with out recruiting or recruit everyone before entering chapter two, ect. Recruiting could effect the real world as much as the town as well. Maybe some digimon will give you access to things in the real world, such and hacking computers to cause a power outage once a week so you could get out of class early and have more time to do things. Again I like the idea of having to deal with time, though not as extreme as in the persona games.

Next lets talk about the digimon themselves.

First, I think two partners is good. With just one you wind up getting stuck for alot longer with digivolutions that you don’t want/like, and any more then that starts getting that pokemon feeling. Plus there are tamers in the show with two so there’s that. Next it should follow next order pretty well with how it works, however with one major difference, Death! In this death of your digimon should happen when a digimon falls in battle twice without healing. The first time you lose a fight you’ll be taken back to the city entrance with your digimon hurt and in need of healing. Now to heal your digimon you’ll need an item at the beginning of the game and then later on an npc with do it for a small fee. This has two effects, one, you will be less likely to rush it to battles with higher level enemies and will take your digimon’s life more seriously, second, if you don’t like the digimon you have or want to train someone new you can just go lose some fights. This also keeps from having to worry about your mega level digimon dying right after you get it because it took you too long to train. Keep in mind that other things can still kill them, though those are a bit more random. Lastly there should be someway to save your favorite digimon. So if you spend three days trying to get crusadermon but you want to go through the rest of the field guide or worried you’ll make a mistake, you’ll have a way of getting her back, though that would be late game as it could be a bit over powering otherwise.

Other thoughts.

I want a game that’s a good balance between the two and doesn’t feel like it’s ripping off pokemon. I want one where you have more to do then just beat up digimon and train. I want one where the world feels like a bigger place and feels more alive. I want to feel like I’m part of it, feel like I did when I watched the show when it first came out. I just want a good game.

But what do you all think? Feel free to let me know. I thought of other ideas, like having teammates you could send on missions and the digimon be voiced. But those are ones that I’m not sure would work well or would feel like they were to close to other games.

[limpblotter]

High Hues and Fumes (4/20)

a/n: happy 4/20, I wholeheartedly believe Pete smokes pot. Summary: Sonny comes clean about his deal with Pete, but it might be too late Warning: whoops made it angsty, cannabis mentioned, cursing, inclinations of police brutality annnnnd it's a rough draft so you know, raw-uneditted shit. 

w/c: 2544

The gaseous smells of paint trickled out between small alleyways where apartment building met apartment building. No one could smell it, the sickly chemical scent was buried under the smog of cars, big buildings, pollution but that was New York for those who lived there. New York was a shithole, it spots where people made an effort to look nice. The city rich sprinkled potpourri over the places where the shitstains didn’t stink to much. They glorified the idea of a big city with diverse joys.

Joys only tourists and the rich can benefit from.

It was here where the smog hung low, where the police sat on corners waiting for a slipped up teen, where the chemical spray cans made their mark on walls, where Pete lived his life. Pete’s life had been one bad move after another. He dropped out of school after hanging with the wrong crowd. He was constantly being chased out of stores and chased down by cops. The only place Pete was safe was among his people. No one in this little strip of pavement ratted Pete out. He was one of those ‘harmless’ thugs. Just a little nobody kid that wasn’t going to do much trouble, it would have been too much effort to throw him to the dogs.

All of the bad moves Pete made in life mirror all the right strokes he made with his paint can. He ran his hand over his paint splattered sweats that hung dangerously low on his waist. The top of his boxers exposed, as the elastic squeezed his bony hips. He stared down his next canvas, a dead end alley between two buildings. A huge, unmarked brick wall in a dark, dank dump spot. Perfect.

“Yo.” He spoke without looking back. “Wass’ good, Sunshine.” “Maaan” Sonny groaned, he had tried to be extra sneaky this time. Sonny swore Pete had ears like a hunting dog but Pete knew he was no hunter. Not on these streets, Pete had ears of a prey animal. He had senses of survival. Sonny felt a blush grace the tops of his freckled face, flustered he turned his hat forward and pulled the brim down. “How did you even know it was me?”

Pete looked over his shoulder, paint can in his hand. He shook the can as he deliberately made Sonny wait for his answer. “I felt you” he smirked, Sonny’s face took on a confused look. He turned back to his wall finding the urge to paint something. Sonny did that to him. Pete meant it, he felt him coming. Sonny filled the room like sunlight. In this dark, damp ghetto Sonny was like...a lotus flower. A budding beautiful thing growing out of muck and mud of shit and poverty. Would it be too cliche for Pete to say Sonny was the best thing that happened to him? Because it was true. Sonny was Pete’s muse. He couldn’t paint a thing without thinking ‘would Sonny like this?’

“You felt me, well did you feel this!” Sonny lunged towards him and roughly pounced on Pete. He forced the guy to stumble a bit, while Sonny took the chance to wrap his arms around him. He hugged him from behind and poked his head over Pete’s shoulder eyeing the wall with only a few streaks of blues over it. “Whatcha paintin’ picasso?”

“Hm dunno yet.” Pete looked over the blues and wonder what they’d be. He didn’t start a thing knowing what he would make. He waited for the wall to call him to, for the paints to speak to him. “What do you see?” He peeked over at Sonny who looked at even random streaks like a Monet painting. Sonny had enough belief to make every tag a piece of work.

“I see a rainbow.” “...Sonny you’re fucking gay.” Pete chuckled, “you’re welcome~”

“As a matter of factly I’m bisexual. Cuz’ Nina is still hot” Sonny smirked a bit feeling Pete angrily rip Sonny’s arms off him. He started spraying the wall angrily. If his face got any hotter it would have caught fire from the mix of heat and chemical spray. “But I’m in love with this cutie right here.” Sonny slapped Pete’s butt, only getting a grunt in response. “But seriously, man, I see a rainbow...like you got that dark blue--” “Violet.” “With that other blue--” “Indigo” “Ok, Pete, I ain’t the artist here, das you boo.” Sonny backed up a bit and watched his boyfriend get to work. Sonny climbed on top of a closed dumpster and watched magic happen. Sonny was in love with his boyfriend’s mind. The way he could look at a wall and a couple of colors then boom, art. He was a creator, like a god. He made something that spoke out of nothing. That mind saw things that weren’t there like a ...a magician. Pete was one of those things in the ghetto Sonny called a gem.One of the kids that Sonny knew if he was given half of the shit they deserved, alittle more attention, a little more help, Pete would have been in art school. Pete would have been famous.

At least to Sonny, Pete was somebody. Sonny leaned back against the dumpster and listened to the hissing of the paint cans, the clattering as Pete shuffled between colors. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and slowly he felt a pair of lips against his. “Yo, it's done.” He moved off the top of Sonny.

“Jesus Pete…” Sonny sat up and looked over the art. It was basically like the starry night painting Sonny had seen once. Except the stars were more like suns, and the colors weren’t muted blues and night colors. They were vivid, hot shades of the rainbow. “...it's amazing.”

Pete rolled his eyes and began rummaging through his pockets. “You say that about everything I make.” “Thats cuz’ you’re talented...you’re like...the Banksy of our generation.” Sonny watched as with a small arched eyebrow as Pete placed a small, brown cigarette looking piece between his lips.

“Who?” Pete chuckled, he pulled a lighter right after and lit up his blunt. He could feel Sonny’s wry gaze on him. He puffed a few times, watching his good boy of a boyfriend eye the street watching for the police. “Hey…” He pulled the blunt out of his mouth and wiggled his eyebrow. “Gimme a beso, baby” “Pete, you’re gonna get caught and you’ll be kissin’ bars soon.” Sonny grunted, though the half lidded gaze Pete gave him undid his conscience. He hopped off the dumpster and stood in front of Pete, his fingers reaching for the blunt. His fingers grabbed nothing, Pete pulled away and took another drag holding the smoke in his mouth. “That’s how it is?” He frowned as Pete smiled with his cheeks puffed up with cannabis fumes. Sonny leaned in and kissed him, his tongue forcing the vault of his mouth to open.

The first thing he tasted was the weed. The taste of the plant smoke hit the back of his taste buds and sent a small cringe to his face. It was bitter, but that was quickly masked by Pete’s taste. His mouth hot from taking hits right from the blunt, it made Sonny only want to kiss him more. Their weed boated tongues lazily battled it out. They exchanged breathy kisses, Pete periodically pulling away to take another drag from the blunt and share more smoke with Sonny.

Weed was only fun if Pete was sharing otherwise Sonny never smoked.

Soon the drug kicked in, and Sonny felt that wave of chill come over him. His senses diluted in some places and heightened in other. He felt a calm and sleep like happiness wash over him. “You’re such a pothead…” Sonny giggled, wrapping his arms around Pete’s neck. He hung there for a moment letting Pete’s body hold him up as he laughed. “Petey~ the pot~ head~”

“I ain’t a pothead, I can stop any time.” Pete smirked, “I’ve got a better drug right here.” He kissed all along Sonny’s neck. “I got a handful of sunshine.”

Sonny felt like Pete’s sun. As if he really was the center of this man’s world. “I love--”

Woop Woop, that was the sound of the police.

“SHIT.” Pete quickly peeled himself off Sonny and started tossing paint cans back into his bag. He should have been faster, he jumped on top of the dumpster and pulled the fire escape ladder down. “Sonny, lets go.”

Sonny was not meant for the streets. Usnavi did a good job keeping Sonny on the straight and narrow most of the time, so running from the police was still one of those ‘frozen in fear’ moments for him. He snapped out of it and started towards the dumpster when he noticed the blunt was on the ground. Pete must have dropped it. In a moment of hurried anxiousness he grabbed the blunt, so there would be no evidence for the cops. He couldn’t risk them trying to run DNA and catching Pete. Not that they would but the cops these days looked less and less like they were on the side of reason and logic. Sonny kept the joint tight in his hand as he scaled the fire escape with Pete. The took it to the rooftop and walked across to the other side ofthe building and shimmied down the other firescape. They did this several times, weaving between buildings, climbing up and down.

No wonder Pete was fit. It wasn’t an easy life. Sonny felt his arms and legs burn like he had ran a marathon. They reached the De La Vega corner store and Pete stopped there. “I better go before your cousin chases me down.”

“Hey...don’t say that, Usnavi he likes you…” Sonny was a terrible liar. Pete didn’t bother fight him, he kissed his boyfriend softly, then playfully flicked the hat off his head. “Bye.” “See ya, sunshine.”

Pete kept moving like a real life Aladdin. Sonny watched him disappear across the street and up another fire escape. He giggled to himself, slowly backing into the store door. “Sonny, you’re late.” Usnavi sounded like a broken record. “Pick up a broom and sweep up.”

“K’” Sonny shrugged off his jacket and in a moment he opened his hand the joint fell out of it. Usnavi’s keen eyes didn’t miss a thing that landed on his floor. He walked over and nearly shoved Sonny into the shelves. Slowly be picked up the blunt and could smell it, it was lit not too long ago. “Sonny what the fuck is this?” Usnavi held out the paper wrapped cannabis to his teenage cousin. “Sonny, what the FUCK IS THIS?” His voice got louder, angrier. Sonny slowly felt fear claw up his throat, nervous fear, he didn’t like being yelled at. No kid did, but Sonny especially. He struggled to find the words so Usnavi’s anger bulldozed him. “Sonny are you fucking nuts? Have you lost your fucking mind? Este maldito muchacho de diablo (This damn fucking kid). Where are you getting this from, hm?” Sonny froze. Usnavi took a moment for his anger to calm for a second. He had a moment of clarity. He knew Sonny. He knew the boy he helped raise and kept on raising. Sonny didn’t deal, Sonny didn’t buy. Sonny didn’t smoke. Sonny didn’t, who… “Fuckin’ Pete isn’t it? You’ve been messing around with that low life-” “Navi’!” “Thug ass kid, Sonny he’s a criminal! He tags public buildings and fucking does pot!” Sonny felt hot angry tears prick at the edges of his eyes, waves of emotion rolled over him but he stood his ground. The tsunami of emotions wouldn’t wash him away. “Pete is an artist! And Pot isn’t that bad…” “Have you been smoking too?” Usnavi charged, he tried to find signs of being high in Sonny. Red eyes, flushed face...but it was hard to tell. “Sonny, you’re going to school, you’re gonna get yourself fucked up out there. DO YOU KNOW WHAT COPS DO TO KIDS LIKE YOU?” He tossed the blunt in the trash and grabbed Sonny by the shoulders. Sonny met Usnavi’s glare, but there wasn’t anger anymore. It was pure, unnerving fear. “Do you know what happens to kids like you? One joint and cops are gonna pick you up, you’ve seen the news. Cops pick up kids like you and next thing you know you’re dead. You try to talk back, you’re dead. Do you understand that? Do you want to DIE on me Sonny?” Usnavi couldn’t, his heart couldn’t take another loss of the family. He couldn’t lose his Sonny. “You stay away from Pete. I swear...Sonny, he’s going to get you killed.” “Navi’...” Sonny sniffled, his face was hot, the tears rolling down felt like magma against his flushed skin. Of course he knew...and he knew better than to play around with Pete like that. Pete did some stuff but that didn’t define him. This hood didn’t define him! “I can’t…” Usnavi gave him a hard look, as if he was two seconds away from slapping Sonny. “What?” “I…” He licked his lips trying to find the right words. “You what? You think your lame ass friend is more important than your life?” “No.” He sobbed a bit. Why couldn’t he think straight? Why couldn’t Usnavi back up for a second and not yell. His brain ached and throbbed as he searched every lobe in his brain for an answer. “No what Sonny? No you think he’s more important, no he’s not a lame ass?” He hissed.

“No..just...no...he…” He hiccuped, his breathing was fast and irregular, his mind was melting he couldn’t find it. All he could say was no. No to all of it, no to this. He wanted to eject right out of his body right now and be somewhere else.

Usnavi pulled away from Sonny, finally giving him a moment of space. He took off his hand and roughly ran his hand through his hair. “...If I see him anywhere near I’m callin him in.” Usnavi wasn’t a snitch. He didn’t believe anyone in the hood was bad, but if some little punk was hell bent on bringing his cousin down...well blood was always thicker than water. He was going to keep Sonny safe even if it came at the expense of another youth.

The tear soaked tea felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard as the reality hit him. Pete wouldn’t stay away. He knew Pete enough, he knew Pete loved him as much as Sonny did him. So he could see it, Usnavi calling him in. Pete would be...No. The streets would be bare again. Brick canvases would never light up with the life Pete gave them. Empty spray cans wouldn’t dot the corners were Pete had been. Random masterpieces hidden in corners that no one would ever see them wouldn’t be little surprises to the lost passerby or the hiding alley way drunk. No more, ‘hey sunshines’. “Usnavi…”

“What.” He grumbled half ready to fight Sonny if he tried to test him now. “What is it?” “Pete...he...I…” He licked his lips a little, “I love him.”

[yunasekura-blog]

Humiliation did the trick

Married for many years to a loving husband she couldn’t ask for anyone better only thing that had died was the sex. Alexia was going to be 35 soon and she wanted her birthday to go out with a bang she brought sexy undies and dresses up but her hubby tidus just said sorry baby i love you but my cock just don’t work the way it used to. Alexia yells then go to the bloody doctors and get it sorted out or at least bloody try! Tidus started to weep he hated not being able to please his wife properly. Maybe i should let you have a fuck buddy that way you can be pleased. your needs are important to me. Alexia point blank shut that offer down. Off to the doctors they went. Doctor tells tidus that maybe one day if he’s lucky it will start to work again but he can’t find any problems. He wonder off for a few hours after they had got home. Came back with a bag full of toys to please his wife with. Honey im sorry it doesn’t work ill do all i can to fix it in the mean time iv some suprises in store for you! Off to the bed room he ripped off alexia’s clothes and got her all wet before using his tongue and a new toy he had got. Alexia looked up at him and said thank you baby your the best before turning her smile in to an evil grin. Now eat my pussy you cunt. She noticed her self more turned on by the way she talked to him. Soon every time she would start doing it alittle more. Tidus just said if you wanna talk to me like that and make me feel like a naughty boy then thats ok what ever keeps the spark alive baby girl! Alexia just stared at him before yelling your a usless little prick who’s cock stopped working now fuck me with your toys and worship my pussy! Tidus got a twinge in his cock and told her to keep going he had felt anything happen with his cock in sometime. Alexia climbed on to his face grind as she yelled at him humiliating him suddenly. He throw her off and rams his hard cock in to her. I dunno what you did but it worked my cock is so hard. He didn’t last long but they for sure enjoyed it. Alexia researched on stuff she could say or do to make him feel so helpless an humiliated. Her birthday was 2 days away. Well alexia came across a mistress and contacted them. For her birthday she had decided a pro would help them. Petals showed up at their house tidus completely clueless invites her in. So where do we begin? she asks looking over at alexia lets go to the bed room tidus just followed unaware of what he was about to walk in to. Alexia stripped off down to her sexy outfit she had picked out. Petals took off her coat the couple looked over to find themselfs wanting to play with her. Alexia walked over got down on her knees and started to lick her pussy mmm you taste so good by now tidus was naked! Petals yelled at him to help out his wife! Both eating her pussy as she lent aginst the wall. After some time she rips him up by his hair throws him on the bed and gets on top of him. Hes still soft wishing his dick would pop up and just feel insode her pussy. So your cocks usless huh? Cant even be a real man can you! Fuckless prick. Alexia climbs on his face grinding whiles petals grinds on his dick both of them start to humiliate him. It was working an petals knew it as she could feeling it growing as she was grinding. Its working keep going alexia. His cock slipped inside petals. Without thinking he yelled out god iv not felt another pussy in years this feels so fucking good. Alexia turned to look at him he thought she was about to slap him but she simply smiled and said so glad your enjoying it babe now fuck her real good whiles i watch and wait for my turn. The abusive commets kept him going petals squirted everywhere. Climbed off and pulled alexia on to the bed forcing his cock in to her while petals ate her pussy. She screamed as she exploded everywhere she lets out a sigh of relief iv not felt this good in years when can i book you next with a wink ;)

[asktheheadlessboo]

Heyy! im new to the blog.. can you tell me alittle about your characters or the story going on (if any is?)

Aw hey there dude! Sure I can, I’m glad you’re curious!

I’m not sure how lengthy this will be, so I’ll be putting it under a read more just in case:

To give a quick rerun on the general blog concept; Bozzwick and Jodie are as of now the two main muses of this blog, there are also side muses which fill in for their stories and each one will generally have a more in depth introduction time, like Pavel did! I have a page linked on the blog with the current plot involved muses, which also should explain the concept a little further.

I should also mention, before I start rambling, that I generally tag anything with the according muse contained in the post! It usually goes as “Bozzwick tag” or “Jodie tag” and so forth, so if you would like to check on some older stuff that makes it a lot easier~

However, here’s a (hopefully) quick summary of Bozz and Jo’s upbringing and what they’ve been through so far:

Starting with Jodie, she is a frosty dino/dragon piranha hybrit originating from the icy wasteland kingdom ruled by her mothers (non biological)Moira and (biological)Arabella. (I took the concept of elemental dino piranhas and expanded on them quite a bit headcanon and developement wise, so as a rather important side note I should mention, that they grow up quite fast (up to 7-9 foot) and will have reached physical maturity at the age of 12 due to living in very harsh environments) Jodie was a promising candidate to become the next queen, but ran off by the age of 10 when things took a bad turn once it came out she suffered from dwarfism.

Eventually she found herself in the koopa kingdom since it edged close to Moira’s and Jodie was soon taken in by Mallory as she had nowhere else to go.He tried to keep her off the radar, considering I have a headcanon of dino piranhas being used as elemental war machines in the army (also further explained in an older post if I’m not mistaken), but it was difficult to keep her down and she eventually got found out.

Along the way she met the kid from a family Mallory was friends with, with whom she grew up with. Fast forward a bit and a lot of explanation in the romantic field for Jodie, and they eventually started dating. A crucial part in her life, considering dragon piranhas have something close to what some breeds of parrots have: A partner for life! This made his death a couple years later in the army all the more devastating to her.

At that point Jodie withdrew an incredible lot and was in a bad place mentally for the longest time. She did, however, meet some people whom she’s grown very close with those past 20 years after her lover’s death.

Now over to Bozzwick for now, I won’t get as detailed as with Jodie though since his story is expanded quite a lot ic in older posts already: His story started about 2000 years ago, he was born a lesser fang with a cat bullet mother and a greater fang father and 2 older sisters. Now, his and Jodie’s fates are a little similiar, but it was a crucial bonding subject for them back in the day– Lesser fangs, so to speak fangs who looked more human than feral bat, were considered, well, less than the “pureblooded” ones. So, it would more often than not occure, that lesser fangs will be taken in as servants. They would be raised to be quite, have good posture and perhaps carry your stuff for you.

Exactly that happened with Bozzwick too, but after his best friend Pavel died in a conflict with their landlord, he grew more rebellious. So rebellious, in fact, that his landlord grew fed up with him and had him executed.Fast forward a bit after him becoming a boo and regaining his memories piece by piece, him and Pavel rejoined in undeath and decided to get revenge on their former employers.

In fact, they took out their anger on many, many people in the following few hundred years, but Bozzwick eventually got cold feet and booked it after fucking Pavel over.After that he spent a lot of time in solitude, withdrawing in an old mansion that was left abandoned. Until he met Jodie, that is.

Here’s how their stories started to link:Jodie, maybe a few months after her lover’s death and feeling lost, found herself barricading herself in said mansion Bozzwick resided in and while he was rather irritated at first and planned on scaring her off, he realised that she wasn’t there to be a nuisance like most young visitors he gets.Actually, she looked like she was pretty close to….. Well, do something to herself. Which honestly had him taken back at first, but he did approach her in the end. You could imagine that it was quite awkward at first, two people who’ve isolated themselves for the longest time being eachothers first real interactions after god knows how long, but they did actually end up talking for a couple of hours. There was a mutual kinda feeling of trust, considering it was obvious they both came from pretty bad places and after that night, Jodie would usually come by again every once in a while, expecially when she felt she needed someone.

It’s a very casual friendship, really, and they’re not with eachother very often, but they still and will always share that mutual bond and they know an incredible lot about eachother. Even with how little they see eachother, they know they’re eachother’s best friends.

Now, there are still a lot of muses from friends who have a significant impact on those two, and god I would love to ramble about that too, but I feel like this is getting pretty long as it is already so maybe I’ll get into that another time.

As for recent events though- Jodie is currently not canonically active on here, since she took an unexpected leave during a halloween event that was hosted last year. Her leave is linked to a plot that is currently being worked out in the background and she’ll hopefully be back in the near future!I still do take a few select memes and ooc asks for her though!

Bozzwick is still recovering from the plot that I had hosted including Pavel, or so to say he’s pretty much back to normal and cleaning his place up.He does go through some internal and mental changes atm, though!

I hope this covers up everything you wanted to know and I apologize for how lengthy this got! ;o;Thank you for asking, though, I’m always glad to talk about my muses and concepts!