#girl you're lucky i didn't bite through my damn hand in your living room

[confinesofmy]

the cousin i confided in yesterday explaining how i was triggered told my other cousin (that i'm even closer with) that she was really annoyed with me for taking issue with something that wasn't even that big of a deal anyway so uhhh i'm not initiating contact with her again for a while lol. she seemed mildly annoyed when we were talking about it but i don't pick up cues well over the phone and that didn't really make sense anyway bc why would someone be annoyed at me calmly explaining one of my triggers and discussing what we can do to make everyone more comfortable next time it happens lmao so i was like "oh she's not really annoyed you're just feeling insecure bc you're irrationally afraid of showing emotions" but noooo she was fucking annoyed. she did think i was being difficult for no reason. she doesn't have fucking basic empathy for me. cool cool, cool cool cool.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

© @pedropcl

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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[rendevousz]

reunited

req: i was wondering if i could request a natasha x teen daughter reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety please? maybe where the reader was in the red room with natasha but given to hydra once the red room was taken down and natasha has been looking for her ever since she left the red room. on a mission to take down a hydra base natasha finally finds reader, and it's super emotional for the both of them and they're just happy to have each other back. natasha knows about readers social anxiety from when she was younger and sees that it's only gotten worse now, so she's super sweet and understanding. she saves the reader from the base and comforts her the whole way home because she's scared of all of the new people also on the jet (the other avengers). the reader lives with natasha at the compound with everyone else and natasha is just great about her social anxiety and never pushes her out of her comfort zone and comforts her when she has panic attacks. sorry if that's a lot, but thank you so much! i love your fics sooo much, you're such an amazing writer!!! 💖💖💖

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat finally finds you after years of looking.

word count: 4083

notes: i didn't make them peers in the red room because then they'd have to be around the same ages but i made them meet at the red room. also i didn't know how to write about her having social anxiety so i hope you don't mind that i didn't 😓 hope you like this <33

"stop," madame b's authoritative voice commanded and all of you stopped dancing. all of your peers seemed to be struggling to stand still on their battered feet, some breathing heavily but who could blame them? you had all been instructed to dance for hours now. you had to dance until you couldn't anymore.

your head faced madame b but your eyes landed on your best friend, veronika, for a split second. she seemed in pain and you vowed to check on her after whatever announcement your supervisor had for you. you stood tall, clenching your jaw in order to not show that you were in pain or out of breath.

madame b's gaze flickered to you for a second, her lip lifting up on one side for a brief moment before her face hardened once again.

"i have someone special here today. she's here to observe your training and if necessary, teach what you girls lack. she has long graduated this academy, please welcome miss natasha romanova."

you jolted awake, panting hard at the memory that just played in your dreams. you looked around you, seeing the same cell wall you had been put in for the past three years. after the fall of the red room academy where you were from, another organisation came and swooped you in, not wanting to waste your skills. you were the only one they took, having heard much about your abilities and reputation in the red room.

the girls stood all around you and veronika, watching the two of you spar tirelessly after hours of endless ballet. natasha and madame b watched the match closely, eyes trained on your techniques and movements.

after natasha had introduced herself to all of you, madame b had instructed her supposedly two best students—you and veronika— to demonstrate a true spar between skilled assassins.

while you were reluctant to attack your best friend, she had other plans, one that included impressing her idol who stood mere metres away from her. you were shocked when she started attacking you. never had she obeyed a command against you so quick.

you had to put away your initial shock to start attacking back in order to not get hurt by the hands of your own best friend. the look in her eyes was different, almost animalistic. it wasn't like the one she had when you two were laid in your beds side to side at night, handcuffed to it while you talked about your deepest struggles being in the academy. it wasn't the same one she had when you reassured her that she was doing okay whenever she said she would never be as good as you were at this whole assassin thing. it wasn't the same innocently surprised one she had just moments ago when she was addressed as one of madame b's best students.

this wasn't your best friend. this was a girl blinded by her desire to impress. she wanted to show natasha that she was the better one out of you two. your heart broke when you saw her desperation. it was obvious in the way she fought you.

it wasn't long before you had her in a chokehold, the girl struggling to get your grip off of her. your face visibly faltered, eyes tearing up slightly when you heard her whimpers. natasha took notice of this.

your lips were quivering when you turned to madame b. a simple nod from your trainer had you whispering a strained 'i'm sorry, i love you' in her ear before you broke her neck. the girl fell limp in your arms, dropping down to the mat, dead. you panted heavily as you stepped away from her body.

"good. this is what i expect of all of you," madame b turns to your peers, the stone cold look back on her face. "one thing you need to perfect though, y/n, is your emotions. don't get emotional over things that don't matter. i saw your inner conflict. veronika would have no reluctancy to end you if you were the one in the chokehold. she was more mentally prepared to be a ruthless assassin. you're lucky you're more skilful than she is. she would have no hesitation to kill you, close companion or not."

you swallowed that lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks to prevent crying right then and there. "you have a lot of potential, y/n. don't let your emotions ruin it. i have high hopes for you." she spoke once again, before dismissing everyone.

you left the room with a heavy heart, turning to look at veronika's body one last time before leaving quickly so you could break down where no one else could witness.

you rushed to the staircase where you and veronika would sneak away all the time when you were supposed to be having lunch. you two would always sit under those stairs, talk about anything and everything you could. your tears were now freely rolling down your face.

"hey," you heard a voice say and you quickly wiped your tears away. you looked up and saw that it was none other than natasha. "miss romanova," you breathed out, scrambling to get up before she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the woman seating herself next to you on the floor, under the staircase.

"that must've been hard for you," she spoke after a few seconds of silence. "i remember my first time killing an actual person in training. they had me shoot targets and i consistently got the bullseye every time. then they switched out the targets to an actual person and i had a hard time doing that. i can't imagine how it must've been for you. i heard you and veronika were quite the inseparable duo."

you didn't move to show that you were shattered over the current events but the millions of tears silently streaming down your face said otherwise. natasha turned to you, reaching to wipe your tears away before gently caressing your cheek.

"you're a strong one, y/n. you remind me of myself when i was still in training. i can see myself in you." she told you truthfully. she had no idea why but she felt a strong connection towards you. she felt that you and her had so much in common. she had a strange inclination to protect you even though she knew damn well you were capable of doing so yourself.

since then, she always dropped by to help train all of you but you and her developed a relationship so strong that she even told you of her plans to get you out of that hellhole. at that point, it had been a few months since she'd turned good but she kept coming to the academy for your sake. she felt a sense of responsibility over you, like a mother would over her daughter.

she would with the other girls too if they had shown at least a bit of humanity but it seemed that the red room had ruined them beyond fixing. despite being the best student of the academy, you still weren't inhumane like the rest. you would hesitate to hurt others, only doing so when threatened and even that, you still weren't as heartless or cruel.

madame b would always berate you over this but natasha would pick up the pieces every single time. you loved her. she was the best thing in your life after veronika and your heart broke when the red room fell and you were taken away. away from the mother you never had.

you awoke with a jolt again. it was the second night in a row you were reliving your past memories. you touched your face and you felt the tears on it, wiping them with your sleeve as you sat up in your cold, uncomfortable bed in your cell. you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

you couldn't help but think of nat again. what could've happened if she managed to get you out before you were taken away? could you have a nice life with her? would you never have to hide under the stairs to have emotional exchanges with the woman? would you finally have been able to be who you were, not influenced by the evil around you?

you never knew what it was like having a mother but you imagined it was what nat had been towards you during the times you spent together at the academy. you two were more mother and daughter rather than trainer and student.

all of a sudden, alarms blared through the building and red warning lights flickered in your cell. you stood up, peeking through the small glass of your cell door to see guards rushing through the hallways in a frenzy.

you assumed that the facility was under attack and no one was coming to save you. you didn't even try, walking back to your bed to return to your position of hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

you could hear the chaos outside but opted not to pay attention to it. it didn't involve you and if no one was coming to save you from whatever was attacking the place—not that anyone in that place would, you were merely an asset to them—you wouldn't bother worrying about whether you were going to live by the end of the night.

a loud bang interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to see your cell door had been forcefully thrown open by a large man in stripes, holding a circular shield. you immediately stood up, getting ready to attack him when he spoke.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he said, holding out a hand as if to tell you to stop whatever you were about to do. "we're here to save you. you can finally leave this place now." he says gently. you frown at him, still in a stance ready to attack him.

"cap, is there someone in this room?" a familiar voice spoke and your head immediately turned to the door, where the owner of the voice stood, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. your face softened and a tiny gasp left your lips at the sight of her.

"y/n...is that you?" she breathed out, walking towards you and not stopping when she saw that you weren't alarmed or anything. "nat.." you choked out, tears starting to form. how crazy was it that you had been having flashbacks of her for the past two nights and suddenly she was here to come save you?

"y/n!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. you knees buckled but she held onto you tightly, sniffling as she caressed your head gently. you buried your face in her shoulder as you took in the familiar feeling of being in her arms once again.

more tears started to form in your eyes now. never had you thought you were actually going to see her again. you lost the hope of seeing her again two years ago. but here she was, standing in your cell and hugging you like there would be no tomorrow.

your hugging session was cut short when steve sheepishly spoke up. "sorry to uh, interrupt this reunion but more guards are coming, i think it's best if we leave now." he picked up his shield, leading the three of you out of the facility safely and back to their quinjet. the whole time, nat held onto your hand tightly, as if letting go would lead to another few years of being apart once again.

once you reached the quinjet, nat led you to the seats in the back where you two would have more privacy. the team watched the two of you in confusion before turning back to steve for an explanation as he was the one who was partnered with nat for this mission. all the captain could tell them was that you two knew each other way before this and that all of them would have to wait for an explanation from nat herself if they wanted to know what was going on.

when you reached the compound, nat led you to her room where she lent you her clothes and let you shower before tucking you into her bed. when she was sure you were comfortably asleep, she left the room quietly to go grab a glass of water only to find the whole team sat in the common room instead of back in their own rooms.

she looked at them, confused. "guys, it's like almost the crack ass of dawn and we just got back from a mission, why aren't you asleep? or were you debriefing? in the common room? did i miss it?"

"no, you know debriefings for late night missions are the next morning. we were waiting for you actually," steve spoke on behalf of the whole team. "me? for what?"

"nat, c'mon, don't act stupid. you know what we're talking about," clint makes an unimpressed face at his best friend. nat sighs, taking a seat next to him and the team look at her expectantly. she cleared her throat, preparing for a whole story time.

"you know how i was from the red room?" she asked them and they all nodded, urging her to continue her story. "well, after i graduated, i was asked to come help train the younger ones in the programme. during that time, i met this girl. she reminded me a lot of my younger self and she didn't seem completely brainwashed to the point where she lacked emotions. i grew close to her and after i met clint and joined SHIELD, i vowed to get her out of there because she went through a lot in that hellhole and i could tell she didn't want to do any of the things that the other girls were fine doing.

"she had a good heart and i didn't want it to be wasted. she was the best in the academy and i knew they had big plans for her. but i didn't want her to be programmed to kill. she was much more than that. so i made this whole plan for her escape. i kept going back to the academy to come see her and share my plan with her. clint, you always asked me where i kept disappearing to when we first started becoming friends. it was her. the people there didn't know i was already under SHIELD at that time—nobody did—so it was safe for me to keep visiting and keep planning an escape for her.

"but three years ago, the red room fell. i rushed over because i thought i could finally leave with her without anyone knowing. but apparently she'd been taken away. she was the only one of the girls who was taken. by who, i didn't know at that time. but i knew it was because of her skills and abilities. if the red room had big plans for her, i knew other organisations must've already heard of her too.

"i never stopped looking for her. i don't know why i never thought of HYDRA. but it doesn't matter anymore. i finally found her and i'm never letting her go. i hope you guys don't mind that she lives here now. if not, i'll move out and find somewhere for us."

the team seemed surprised that nat told them her story. they were very much expecting her to, well, not tell them because this seemed like a very personal story.

"no, no, of course she can stay. i'll even set up another room for her." tony says and nat nods gratefully. "what's her name?" wanda asks.

"y/n," nat tells her, smiling at the thought of you as she stands up. "alright, i have to go back to her. see you guys in the morning. maybe you'll get to see her then."

she bids them goodnight, leaving after grabbing a glass of water for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night, in need of it. she wasn't wrong because when she got back to her room, you were up, hugging your knees as you cried.

"hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, sugar?" she quickly puts the glass of water on the bedside table, sitting on the bed and pulling you close to her. you look up at her all teary-eyed and she feels her heart break.

"i–i thought i lost you again," you croaked out, burying your face in her shoulder. "oh, sugar, you'll never lose me ever again. i'll never let that happen. you're safe here with me. now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up." she stroked your hair gently, laying down next to you on the bed before you two fell into a blissful slumber in each other's arms.

true to her words, she was right next to you when you woke up the next time. she seemed wide awake and you felt bad because she probably had been up hours before but didn't leave you because you were scared.

"how'd you sleep, sugar?" she asked as you sat up, stretching. "the best i have in years. thanks to you, nat." you smiled at her, still not believing all of this is real. that you're finally reunited with the woman you thought of as your mother.

"do you want to meet my friends? they're dying to meet you," she tells you and you bite your lips nervously. "do you think they'll like me?"

"are you crazy? of course they will. and if they don't, i'll make them." she threatens playfully and you laugh, missing how protective of you she is. you smile, agreeing to her suggestions to meet her friends after you got ready for the day.

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"hi, sweetie, you're y/n?" a man with fancy silk pyjamas greeted as you entered the common room with natasha. you nodded timidly, scooting closer to natasha. it was weird for natasha to see you this nervous. after all, you were the best student of your batch in the red room. but she understood that years with no actual social interaction does that to people.

"i hope you'll like staying here, i already have your room setting up as of right now. when you move in, you can tell me if you don't like anything and i'll change it for you. oh, i forgot, i'm tony," he extends a hand towards you and with an encouraging nod from nat, you hesitantly shake his hand. he smiles at you before telling you both he has projects to finish down in his lab and to tell him if you needed anything.

"hey, nat, not gonna introduce your friend to us?" you heard a voice from behind you and you two turned around to see two men and a woman. you recognised both men—one of them was the one who broke into your cell last night and the other one you had seen him a lot from pictures nat would show you during your secret meetings in your red room days. he was her best friend. you didn't know the woman but the kind smile on her face was enough to reassure you that these people weren't bad.

"y/n, meet clint, the idiot who i call best friend," she points to the shorter man. the name nat called him must've offended him because the face he made was hilarious that you let out a little giggle. nat smiles at this before proceeding to introduce the other two.

"this one's steve, he's an old man stuck in a young body—literally— so if he says things you don't understand, just smile and nod." you nod at nat and steve gives her an incredulous look, as if not believing the audacity she had to introduce him like that.

"this one's wanda, she's the least annoying person in this whole place and she can cook whatever you want so i think you two will get along really well." wanda smiles at you and you return it shyly. you smile at the other two before nat drags you away, telling them she still had others to introduce you to.

when you entered the kitchen, you saw a man reading a newspaper on the kitchen island while another man, whose skin was red, stood beside him. they seemed to be discussing something very intelligent because you didn't understand a single word they spoke.

"bruce, vision, i want you to meet someone." they turned their attentions towards you and nat and you immediately felt like hiding once again. "oh hello, steve told us you brought back someone from the mission. is this her? hello, i'm bruce," the man sitting down introduced himself.

"wait, is this the bruce?" you asked nat, smirking teasingly at her and she smacks you gently on the shoulder. the man seemed flustered at what you're insinuating, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"bruce, vision, this is y/n, i've known her for a long time and i finally found her after years so i hope you two won't mind that she'll be staying here from now on," nat tells them. the two of them didn't come on the mission last night so they were the only two who didn't actually see you until today.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm vision, i hope you'll enjoy your stay here." the man with the red skin greets formally and you turn to nat with a confused expression. "he's an android, he does things a bit weird here so don't mind him." she whispers to you and you nod understandingly.

"it's nice to meet you two, i hope we'll be good friends." you say awkwardly, hoping to get this whole introduction thing over with. how many people do you have left to meet?

speaking of the devil—or should you say, devils—, two annoying voices rang through the kitchen, interrupting the peacefulness that it was before they came in.

"i'm just saying that if you hadn't eaten my last bag of chips last week, i wouldn't have taken your cookies last night. it's all about fair play, man."

"and i keep telling you that it wasn't me! i don't even like those stupid salty ass chips from that brand,"

"stop lying, i saw you eating that brand the other day! just admit you stole my chips and go,"

"guys, are you really having another one of your stupid arguments now?" nat cuts them off and they immediately turned to you, finally noticing all of you.

"oh hey! y/n, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm sam. if you wanna survive in this place, you better hide your snacks because if you don't, this winter warrior here will snatch 'em all before you can even stash them in the cupboards. don't ever trust this guy here when it comes to your snacks. you heard what happened to mine," the man fakes a cry and you held back a laugh at his long introduction. you only wanted a name to match the face but he gave you much more. you didn't mind though, he seemed like a fun person.

"hi, doll, i'm bucky. don't listen to eagle right here, i do not steal snacks. i simply let people have a taste of their own medicine. you steal my snacks, wilson, i steal 'em back. you think i don't know you stole my oreos too last month? that's why i stole your damn chips last week,"

"so you did steal them!"

"so what if i did?! you stole my oreos first!"

"oh my god, guys, you're really embarrassing me in front of y/n. these are really the people i was excited to introduce her to," nat face-palmed and you couldn't help but laugh. "don't worry nat, these people seem amazing. i can't wait to get to know them better." you assured her and she smiles, pulling you close to her. "buckle up, sugar, because living with the avengers is gonna be a wild ride."

you were excited for what was about to come. it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. you finally got nat back and you didn't have to worry about losing her again because you had a feeling these people weren't going to let that happen.

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Fall of the sky (part 2)

Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: Romance I guess?

Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, fluff? (There will be smut eventually)

Word count: 2800+

Summary:

Ah Arkridge city of laughter and full of rich, cocky assholes. Oh, and me, my name is (Y/N) and this is my story about the fall of the sky. It’s 2034 and the government declares the ground below us is inhabitable, broken, and destroyed. So people build a city, a sanctuary for the human race to keep on living. Although the one thing they chose to do wasn’t to send us to space no, it was to build a city. No normal city though, it flew. Like a plane, but looked way more magical than the human mind could ever imagine. Towering buildings and cute little homes waiting to be inhabited. Although there was a dark side to this solution, poor people were rarely seen on this island, but why may you ask? That will play a big part in my story and how I made the sky fall. I am (y/n) (l/n) and this is my story on how I made the sky fall.

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Your head hurt, no it didn't just hurt. It was the most pain you've ever felt in your life. Your whole body hurt like hell and you couldn't remember why. You opened your eyes slowly, it was dimly lit. Your vision was blurry and the lights around you were stretched out in streaks. You opened your eyes wider and your vision cleared. You got up slowly, pain shooting through your body. "ah- shit" You fell back down and tears appeared in the corners of your eyes. You tried to move your legs but with little movement. You looked around you and saw no one. 'Where the hell am I' you thought to yourself. Suddenly you heard a door open and close and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. "Damn- still no awake." They sigh and walk closer to you. 'It sounded like a guy-' you felt him take something off your forehead and replaced it with something warm and wet.

You suddenly heard another person's footsteps coming into the room. "She's still not awake? Why don't you just get rid of her Todoroki?" It sounded like a female and she came awfully close to the bed. She tapped my face rather hard, hard enough to move my face to the side. "Hey watch it, I don't want her to be hurt more than she already is." He says grabbing the girl's hand. What you assumed to be his hand moved your head back had soothed the spot that had just got hit. "I can't just leave the girl. Besides who knows what kind of condition she's in." His thumb slowly moves over to your lips swiping across it gently. "Whatever I'll be back in a bit, I need to go downtown to get some more supplies" you hear her footsteps as she leaves the room. His face gets closer to yours and you hear his whisper. "I believe that you can wake up and I'll be here waiting"

He starts t get up from the bed and your eyes shoot open grabbing his arm. "Wait! Please don't leave!" You shout tears pricking your eyes. He looks at you with a shocked face. "Uh-I won't" He sits beside you on the chair. 

This is the first time you get a look at him. His red hair splits off to white in the middle and it looks as if his face is burned but from what you could tell he definitely isn't ugly. His face chiseled but still has soft features like his eyes almost as if welcoming you home. Your thoughts were interrupted.

"Uhm so how are you feeling?" He asks awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. "I'm ok I guess considering what happened- actually what did happen?" You ask your face confused, lifting a hand to your head trying to remember. "I thought you'd know" He shrugs "But you did fall from the sky and people call you Daten-shi, you're lucky to be alive." He looks at you and wipes some hair from your eyes. "I guess"

Then you remember. The sky, his face, the heartbreak, and most of all fear and his hatred for me. The pink clouds, and how beautiful you looked that night. The last dance you'd ever have as you fell. You thought he loved you, your dear Bakugou. But when you told him you felt like it wasn't working out he pushed you. Your heart hurt and your eyes were burning. You felt pain all over you as you moved your arms to hug yourself. "He pushed me-" You choked up, you were crying? tears had been running down your face. You sobbed out. "He pushed me off the edge-like-like he didn't care about me!" You shout and scream out a painful cry. "No one will know I'm dead!" Your nose starts to run and he pulls you into his chest. you cry into his shirt, wrapping your hand around his shirt. balling your fists in it wrinkling the fabric. You look at him and push him away. " Where am I? What is this place? The world was destroyed?!" You start panicking. Breathing becomes uneven "Am I in hell?" You look up at him with red eyes and his face shows no expression. "No you're on the ground. The real ground" He pulls your hands off him. "Stop crying, there's no point. If you tell anybody you're from the sky city, you might as well have just died while falling" He puts on a cold persona. 

"No one will come looking for you, by the way, I would know. Can you walk?" He asks getting up and tapping your legs. "I-I don't know-" You look at your legs, trying to move them. but to no avail. "Get up," He said, a little angry. "I'm trying" You choke out trying to move your legs again but nothing. "Get up!" He shouted louder than the last. He turns around and throws the chair to the ground. He walks out of the room slamming the door. 

"Why is he so upset, jeez, I'm the one that should be. I can even walk." You tear up again and move to face the wall. wrapping your hands around your body. getting cold and you start crying again. "I'm the one who has no one, nothing anymore" The tears rolling down your face were hot. You had so many questions. how did you get here, who was he and how did he live on the ground?

You closed your eyes drifting off to sleep again. 

You woke up to two people fighting to what seems like to be on the other side of the door. "Todoroki she's a waste of time! She can't even walk!" the female shouts "So was I just a waste of time when I fell!" He cries out. "No! That's what I thought, she will walk again just watch!" He says opening and closing the door to the room you're staying in. He sighs and looks at you, with the same cold face. "Sorry, how much of that did you hear?" He sits in the chair next to you. It must've gotten picked up while you slept. "Uh, what do you mean you were a waste of time?" You ask tilting your head to him. "I guess I was the same thing as you, I fell. Not from the sky though. From some rocks high up. I went through some hard times, but I got through them" he says you see his eyes get glossy. "Until I met Momo you see. She helped me through a lot of it. We're actually dating. We have our problems like any other couple, we've been mainly fighting over you. She thinks you can't walk again and I believe otherwise. I can't give up on you as so many had done with me." He coughs clearing his throat.

"Also sorry for lashing out yesterday. I just-" You put your hand on him, reassuring him "It's fine I understand how you might've felt" You smile at him softly. "Ah- you must be hungry. We don't have much to eat but I can get you some bread" You smile and nod. He gets up and leaves the room. Tears start to prick your eyes realizing that you may never walk again.

You wipe your eyes and he walks in again with a piece of bread with what looks to be some home-made strawberry jam. "It's not like the food you'd get up there but it's the best we've got right now" He hands you the food and you take a bite. Your eyes widen. "Oh my! this is so good" You smile and eat more of it. "I have some questions if you'd be ok with me asking them," You say after eating your food. Your stomach feels fuller than before. He nods "Ask away."  

You think for a second and look down to see if you had different clothes on. To see you had been bandaged up. Some wrapped around your breasts and more wrapped around your bottom half almost like shorts. stopping a bit above mid-thigh. You blush at the thought of his undressing you. "Uh, who changed me?" He blushes and looks down. "Uh I did- but I didn't look at anything, or tried to. That's probably why Mo is mad at me." He has a small smile and rubs the back of his neck. "Uh it's ok, "You say awkwardly. 

"Do you know who pushed you off?" He asks, his face returning to that old cold stare. "Yeah, I remember. His name was Bakugou, we were dating for a few months and when I went to break up with him he pushed me off. Like it was nothing." You sigh tears prick your eyes and you blink them away. "Hm, that name does sound familiar, but not very many people talk about what goes on in the sky. Bad memories for them I guess" He shrugs his shoulders. "Uh if you don't mind me asking where my dress?" You look up shyly. "Mo actually took it, she has it in her closet. even puts it on some times. which is a little weird because half the time you could've been dead at any moment. It just reminded me that she was wearing a dead girl's dress" He got chills and you widen your eyes. 

"Uh, I want to try to walk again." You say shyly trying to move your legs. They moved slightly. "Oh my god, they moved. I can kind of feel my legs. Not much though" You smile at him but it quickly disappears when you try to move them again and you feel pain shoot up your back. You let out a groan and your body falls back on the bed. Tears prick your eyes and you try again sitting up. You touch your legs with your hand. "I feel it!" His eyes sadden and he takes out a needle. "What are you doing?" He pricks your leg and you watch the blood come out of your leg. "W-what? Why couldn't I feel that?" You ask, jabbing your finger on the cut and feeling no pain. "Your body made you think you felt it." He sighs, bending down to pick you up in bridal style. "Come on we're going to the kitchen" You look at him, admiring his face while he looks ahead. "Is there something on my face?" He asks looking down at you smirking. You look away blushing. "Oh, no..." you say quietly. He places you on the counter, this is the first time you get a good look at the place it's an old looking apartment? Small looking but comfortable.

"Nice place," You say and he goes between your legs holding a spoon up to your mouth. You open it and close it when he puts it in your mouth. He pulls the spoon off and you swallow, You look up at him and his mouth is open slightly. You blush and he holds the spoon up to your mouth again repeating the action multiple times and you come up with the conclusion that is apple sauce. He picks you up and places you on your feet. you wobble and lose balance and he grabs you pulling you to his chest. "How long was I out? Also, what's your name?" You look up to him. "About a month and my name is Todoroki, but most people call me Icy-Hot" He clears his throat and places you on your legs again. You groan and fall to your knees. This happens multiple times for the next half an hour.

You end up giving up and stay on the floor for a few minutes until he sits next to you. "Give it some time" He places his hand in your comfort. "What's your name?" He asks, turning his head to look at you. Your head to look at him as well. "Y/n l/n" You look down at your hands and he gets up. "Well, Y/n. We should probably get you back to your room." He bends down to pick you up. He walks to your room slowly pushing the door open with his body. He places you on the bed and places the blanket onto you. "Tomorrow I'll bring you down to see if someone can help you. I'll get out the stuff that helped me if you want. You nod and he walks to the door turning to say something. "Get some rest, you'll need it." 

He closes the door and you look down at your legs tearing up again. "Stop, stop crying it's not worth it. He's not worth it." You blink the tears away. turning to your side and closing your eyes.

You were running from him, Bakugou and you were running through a forest. Cuts on your arms and legs, sweat drenching your body and tears in your eyes. You saw the edge and stopped running. Watching Bakugou charging at you. "NO! STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE" You heard his laugh and he pushed you off. But this time it was a dark hole. "You're not coming back from this" He laughed watching you fall.

You shot up from the bed and Todoroki slammed the door opening running to you. You were covered in a cold sweat. "H-He did i-it again. H-e pushed me- pushed me off aga-again" You stumbled out your words and you felt tears leak from your eyes. He pulled you into another big hug rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around him, grabbing his shirt from behind.

"Todoroki! What are you doing hugging her?" She asked angrily standing in the door and crossing her arms with an angry look on her face. "She had a nightmare Momo don't get so angry." He sighed pulling away from you. He went across the room and grabbed some clothes placing them on your bed. "Here change, we're going to see if someone can help you." He said, walking you out of the room. He stood in front of the girl and pulled her with him, closing the door as they both walked out.

You look at the clothes and then your bandages around the upper and lower part of your body. Your start unwrapping the top and Todoroki walks back in with something in his hands. You let out a squeak and cover your top part with the shirt. "Oh- sorry I didn't know you were changing," He says softly. "This is the only extra we have for your upper half, sorry it's a bit of an inconvenience. Also before you had woken up Momo had bathed and shaved you, so you don't need to worry about that stuff. She didn't want me doing it for obvious reasons but here" He places the item beside you and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him again.

"Has this man ever heard of knocking?" You sigh to yourself. You pick up the item and it's a bra, a cute one too. It looks a little small for you. It's pink lace with a criss-cross back and a cute pink bow in the form with matching panties.

You put the bra on and its a tight fit, your boobs almost spilling out of it. The black t-shirt is a v-neck making your boobs very noticeable. You unbind the wrappings on your legs and you see the shave, she did a very good job. No cuts and smooth, just how you like it. You grab was seemed to be ripped jeans, you put your legs through it. It was hard but you cant seem to get them past your thighs.

"Todoroki!" You shout and he comes into the room. You blush shyly. "I need some help pulling them up" You point to your pants and he nods. 

He turns you to lay on your stomach putting your but in the air. He gets on his knees pulling your pants up he stands up and pulls it up and around your ass. He presses himself against you and grinds a bit losing himself in the way you look. "You know Todoroki, I might've lost feeling in my legs but I can still feel my ass" You say to him and he picks you up "Right sorry just testing out the waters." He blushes and puts you on his back walking out the room. He walks towards the door. "You ready to see what's out there?" He asks and holds the knob to the door.

"Yeah.. I'm ready."

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 16)

"Chicken Alfredo"

Luna slips on a black silk dress with black edging. She hears the knock as she fastens her belt, causing Jagger to bark. Ashley isn't home. When she opens the door she's greeted to an excitedly pleased Colson. "GOD DAMN, KITTEN!!!" You look WONDERFUL and sexy as hell tonight." He says, blue eyes bright. She knows he's genuine and laughs at their inside joke as she leans up to kiss him 'Hello'. Once she slides into the Rover, he watches her from the back window, slide over and push open his door.

"Fuck, I FUCKING love her." He thinks as he gets in the car and passionately kisses her.

Once he releases her mouth, she pants "What was that for?"

"For being you." He says "And for as Cas would say being 'SOOOOOOO COOOL!!' You have the coolest name. Glow bowling was so cool. You gave her the coolest sunglasses... I could go on." He laughs, resting his hand on her warm thigh.

Luna lights a joint. "Ohhhhhh!!! That's so sweet!" She puts her hand on her heart. "She likes me, she really likes me." She says. They both laugh. "No," she says "seriously, I had such a great time with her, she is so funny and smart."

"Yes, she is." He agrees "And see, you were fine." They look at each other and smile. One look. That one look and her heart is fluttering, pussy swelling. "She wants you to teach her about developing pictures." She passes the joint to him.

"Really? That's fucking awesome. I'll teach her anything she wants to know. I just need a dark room. I should probably start looking around for one to rent..." She puts her blue painted index finger on her deep red lips, thinking out loud. As they pass it back and forth.

"You can set one up in my house." Colson offers "There's a spare room that I don't use next to the studio...." They're finishing the joint.

"Really? I'll check it out. She says as the pull up to the restaurant.

They walk in together holding hands. Colson thinks of their song and his beautiful lady walking around with him tonight. The song playing in his head on loop. Luna loves the way that Colson leads her. Thinking how a 6'4 man is a gift to a 5'2 woman.

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Rook, Benny, Slim and Baze are already at The Palm with a few girls. Colson holds Luna's hand, guiding her through, to their table. "This fucking pussy..." Luna hears in passing. She whips her head around with a glare. She can't find the voice. Colson pulls her seat out and they both sit down, joining in on the conversation.

Luna is looking at the menu. "That's him, the fucking pussy." She pops her head up, blue eyes on fire. Still she can't spot the voice. She looks at Colson. He doesn't seem to have heard it.

The server brings another round of drinks and takes their order. Rook asks Luna how hanging out with Casi was. She lights up when she begins to speak about the little girl. As they're chatting about Casi, they're interrupted. "I apologize for my intrusion, but it's not every night The Palms gets to host That Brooklyn Bitch." Says an older man setting his hand on Luna's bare shoulder.

"Junior." Luna smiles, tilting her chin up towards him as he pecks her on the cheek. "Have you met these gentleman, yet?" She asks waving her arm around the table.

"I have not."

"This is my boyfriend Colson." She says as she leans back, sliding one arm around his shoulders. They shake hands.

"You're a very lucky man." He tells Colson.

"I know." He responds flatly. He's been eye balling this son-of-a-bitch since he first touched Luna.

She introduces The Crew. Then says "Gentleman, this is Bruce. His family owns The Palm. They all nod and say their hellos. Bruce and Luna catch up quickly over family and mutual friends.

"Please, let me know if you need anything." Bruce says to table. Looking only at Luna though as he takes her hand and kisses it. Colson is half talking to Slim watching them from the corner of his eye.

"This motherfucker WANTS to get fucked up." Colson thinks angrily as a flash of rage jolts through his body.

After Luna thanks him and he walks away. Colson turns to her "What the fuck was that?" He demands jealously.

Luna looks at him and raises her eyebrows. "Calm down, Killer. He's a family friend. No more, no less." She says taking his sweet face into her hands "You're my boyfriend." She kisses him deeply, playing with his tongue.

His anger washes away with her words and touch. "So, I heard." He smirks. He's back to his smart ass self.

"Is that a problem?" She asks with her own smirk, challenging him with her bright blue eyes.

"Not at all." He smiles, his shining just as blue, just as bright, pulling her in for another warm kiss.

Dinner is served. Everyone is laughing, eating, drinking, enjoying themselves. Luna hears it again. "I'm telling you, that's him." She zones in and finds the voice. He's sitting at a table full of men, to her left, less than 100 ft away. Her blood begins to boil. Slim follows her gaze. He's been watching Luna because he had heard it too.

"That's the dude that Em slayed, fucking pussy." The guy says it clearly and loudly enough for Colson to finally hear it.

"What the Fuck?" He stops eating and looks around.

Luna is fucking PISSED. She squeezes his thigh. "I'll be right back." She says, standing up. "Don't move." Slim watches her, knowing where she's going but not knowing what she's about to do.

Without hesitation, Luna walks directly over to the motherfucker talking shit. She grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and slams his face down hard into his plate "Who. Are. You. Calling. A. Pussy?" She slams his face down hard with each word. A total of 7 times. Finally pulling him up, his nose is obviously broken. Blood is pouring down his face, mixing with the pieces of chicken Alfredo stuck to him as he whimpers. Two of the men stand up. "Sit the fuck down!" She barks, pointing aggressively at them. Rage radiating out of her. They do. She looks at the closest server. "Go get Bruce." She demands. "Now!" She shouts, making the server scurry. The whole restaurant is quiet. Watching Luna.

Turning back to the original motherfucker, whom she still has gripped tightly by the hair. Luna is surprisingly strong for how tiny she is. She kicks the chair, using all her weight to swing it towards her slightly. "You seem to need to be educated, motherfucker. You have things confused. A pussy is strong as steel, can take a beating and come back better then ever. A provider of LIFE." She yanks his head back farther, while lifting her black Red Bottoms, sticking the spike into his groin, making him yelp in pain. "But ballsacks are weak, sensitive, dropping you to your knees with a flick." She is spitting her words into his face with venom. She pushs her heel down harder. The man cries out. She continues unrelentingly. "Next time you wanna call my boyfriend a pussy. Remember tonight and remember this. A pussy is a powerful, resilient provider. I'd rather be with a pussy like him than a weak, pathetic, whimpering ballsack like yourself." She slams his face into his plate one last time. Leaving it there. She notices Bruce is standing beside her. "They need to go." She says glaring at him." He nods as she walks back to her table.

"You are disrupting my guest, I would like you to leave my establishment immediately." Bruce says begining to usher the 6 men out despite their protests.

The restaurant resumes. Just another day in LA.

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Bruce doesn't care why Luna assaulted the man. He's known her long enough to know that whatever the action, there's always a valid reason. Plus, he's been in love with her since he first laid eyes on her when she was just 13yrs old. He doesn't even care about what his father may say, if, he finds out about tonight. He advises the men to not retaliate, as it will not be in their best interest and they will not have his support. He will do anything to protect Luna.

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The guys are all standing up, they don't know what to do. The girls that are with them look terrified. As Luna walks back to her table, she is still shaking with rage. She sits down, pops a bar and begins to eat her steak. The guys sit down. Quietly. Even Colson isn't sure what to say.

"Yooooo, she's FUCKING NAAAASTY!!!" He can't help but be turned on as he thinks to himself.

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"He had that shit coming.... But Damn. She FUCKED him up. Just for talking shit on my boy.... Pete said she was a rider. I didn't think she was down like THAT. She did say caught almost 100 charges one time though..." Slim thinks to himself impressed by Luna's antics.

Benny's not even shocked. Especially after the strip club. "Fucking Brooklyn, Man" he thinks "That bitch is HARD." Feeling proud of Colson for finding himself a solid bitch.

HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS INSANE!! Did she actually compliment Kells by calling him a pussy?" Baze wonders, confused "All I know is I'm not pissing fucking Luna off.

"Fuck yeah, little scrapping ass bitch from Brooklyn, holding it down for my dude!!" Rook is pumped "They always be underestimating us little mothersfuckers...."

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Benny is the first to break the silence. "So, Kells, I think Luna just took my job." Colson can't help but laugh. So does everyone else. Luna's does not. She's still eating. Still pissed. She needs that Xanax to kick in.

"Yoooo... Luna's a fucking maniac!!!" Slim says.

"Nah," Rook shouts laughing "She's a fucking LunaTic!!!

"Holding it down for her Gunn!" Baze throws in. Everyone's still laughing except Colson.

"Are you ok, Luna?" Colson asks her concerned, putting his hand on her bare back. His touch calms her soul.

"Mhm." She says. "I just had enough. He'd been talking shit since we walked in and I had had enough. No one is going to fucking disrespect you in front of me." She takes another bite.

Slim leans in "Yeah, I heard him too, LunaTic." Deciding that's what he's going to call her now. "And you handled that shit!!"

"Don't fuck with my people. Especially My Guy." Luna says pushing her plate away, looking deeply into Colson's blue eyes.

"She's stealing my fucking soul." He thinks, mesmerized by her.

Everyone is finished, they collect themselves to leave. Luna needs a drink and change of atmosphere so they decide to head over to Old Man's. As they're walking out, Bruce stops Luna and Colson. Putting his hand on Luna's shoulder again, he asks if she's ok.

"THIS fucking guy." Colson thinks irritated.

Luna pats him on the hand with hers reassuring him she's fine. "I'm sorry..." She begins. Bruce shakes his head. She nods knowingly. "Thank you." She says giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before sliding Colson's arm around her and turning to leave to Bruce's disappointment.

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Once at Old Man's, Luna's irritation begins to fade. The guys are still talking about it. Loudly. "Yo!! How you gonna fuck somebody up and get THEM thrown out!! That's some boss ass woman voodoo shit, right there!" Declares Slim.

"You didn't even bring me in for the MessAbout!!" Benny shouts at her, giving her a disappointed look, making Luna laugh hard.

Baze steps up to her and shaking her by the shoulders, "I'm afraid of LunaTic, please don't ever beat me up."

'Don't fuck with Colson." She continues laughing, giving him a wink and a shrug.

Hearing this, Colson spins her around to him so that they're face to face. "Thank you for having my back tonight. You literally beat the fuck out of someone for disrespecting me, in the most sexiest way ever. There's never been a woman in my life who has ever held me down the way you do. Or could fucking wreck shop for me like that." He says pulling her in for a s sensual kiss.

"I told you, All In. That means I got you. Always, Colson." She says to him once they release. "I need you to trust me though. There's always going to be someone who knows me or someone who wants to fuck me. It comes with the territory. It's the same with your female fans. There's a fine line we walk being who we are. Between being polite and misleading. You just need to know, I'm YOUR girl. Fuck, them motherfuckers, take that shit and get cocky with it. Because at the end of the night, if they don't already know then they'll learn, that I'll ONLY go home with you. That also needs to be reciprocated. I am yours as YOU are fucking MINE. We promised each other. As long as we stay true to that and honest with each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter"

"I am YOURS. I love ONLY you, Luna" He says holding her closer. Kissing her hard and hungrily. Biting on her lip.

"I love you too. And you fucking better be, because you've only seen a blink of what I'm capable of." She says once he releases her, with a slight smile but serious eyes. "But I gotta pee." Luna replies kissing him hard on the lips.

"I'll walk you." He replies, protective of her.

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Coming out of the women's room, Luna walks up to an excited Colson. "Listen, someone's having sex in there!" She leans her head towards the door, intrigued. Colson uses this as his opportunity and scoops her up by the waist, carrying her into the Men's room. "It's us!" He shouts. They both burst out laughing.

"You're a fucking idiot and I fucking love you. Now, fucking kiss me." She demands.

"Your idiot fucking loves you." He laughs before kissing her and firmly pushing her up against the door. He's kissing her mouth, face and neck. One hand trailing all over her body. The other is through the top of her dress, playing with her peirced nipple. He's making her shake in anticipation.

"Fuck me." She pants. He obliges spinning her around, pressing himself hard against her and the door again. His hands running down her sides. He stops at her hips and and jerks them out to him. She pushes their weight off of the door with her hands, bending over, using one hand to hike up her short black dress, exposing a black thong.

"I love that she always wears black." He thinks to himself staring at the string between her two sweet ass cheeks.

He pulls her thong to the side after dropping his pants. Slowly sliding into her drenched pussy. "You're so tight." Colson moans as they shift together, fitting himself inside of Luna. Pumping slowly at first, he starts going faster. Loving the feeling of her ass slapping his hips. She pushes against the door, using their weight to barricade the door. This causes him to slide deeper into her. She moans loudly in pleasure, slamming against him. "Are you my little slut who likes to get fucked in the bathroom? Hmm?" He half whispers into her ear, making her walls tighten around his huge cock.

"Unhunhhh...." She purrs. "I'm YOUR slut. Only YOU can fuck me wherever you want, Bunny. I'm all yours." She says bucking her ass against him.

"DAMN RIGHT, YOU ARE!" He moans pulling her hair. Both of them are fucking each other hard against the Men's bathroom door.

She squeals "Oh FUCK, Bunny!!! before collapsing into a fit of giggles

"Go ahead, Kitten!" He says as they cum together.

"Mmmmm" she purrs again, satisfied.

He kisses a bare spot on her tattooed back. "You are the baddest bitch I ever known, Luna." He says before laying his face down on her back. Staying warm inside of her for as long as he can.

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Toads and Corpses

Title: Toads and Corpses

Rated: T (for teens)

Dragonball Z - Vegeta x Bulma

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit or make anything off of this.

The music was blaringly loud, a fact that Vegeta wished he could ignore. The pounding beat echoed in his ears as he pushed his way through the gyrating crowd , out of the dancehall's large wooden doors, and into the lobby. Capsule Corps Annual Halloween party was in full swing in the next room but Vegeta wanted nothing to do with it. How many years has he attended or at least acknowledge the annual holiday bash? Too many and he was tired of being crowded by worthless masquerading humans with hideously-fake looking costumes that smelt like rubber and plastic. He needed to breathe god damn it and there was no way in hell he could do so in there!

With a agitated sigh Vegeta threw the jacket he was carrying on the arm of one of the lobby's expensive leather couches and sat down with a thud. With an irritated growl he crossed his arms and ankles and glared across the room. Oh how he hated such pointless human celebrations. It was a waste of time and most importantly oxygen.

Vegeta watched as several humans dressed in outlandish clothing entered the building in a fit of giggles and pointless chatter and quickly make their way to dancehall. He hoped that if he were lucky that maybe he could spend the rest of the evening in the lobby where the music was muted to a tolerable level, the air was clean, and people were scarce. Footsteps from behind told Vegeta that he would have no such luck.

"Hey Vegeta! What are you doing in here? You're missing the party, " Goku's large clumsy hand landed on Vegeta's shoulder from behind the couch as he spoke and a goofy grin plastered onto his youthful face.

"I'm trying to get away from idiocy but it seems to follow me wherever I go." Vegeta sneered up at the taller man and shook the hand on his shoulder off . Kakarott was by-far the last person he wanted to run into at the moment. The idiot could give a rock a headache. And by the stupid baseball costume Kakarott was wearing Vegeta figured he too decided to join the humans in the festivities. What a pathetic excuse of a Saiyan.

Goku removed his baseball cap to scratched his head in bewilderment but quickly shrugged it off and started looking around the room as if searching for someone or something. Who knew what the imbecile was thinking…if he even thought at all.

"Hey Vegeta?"

Vegeta cringed at the man's voice but managed to stay stoically still. Was it just him or was Kakarott's voice an equivalent to nails on a chalkboard? Or worse, Chichi. "What?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"Have you seen Bulma? I haven't seen her all day. I looked for her at the party but I couldn't find her anywhere and her Ki is so small I have a hard time locating her with all these people around. Do you happen to know where she might be?"

Vegeta blinked in surprise. He hadn't seen his wife since that morning and was stunned that he hadn't noticed her absence at her own party. It seemed no one had noticed except for Goku, something that Vegeta didn't want to acknowledge at the moment. Having another man being more in tuned with his own wife wasn't something Vegeta wanted to think about, especially when it was his greatest rival. So instead of pondering his reckless abandonment for observation he decided to cover it up the only way he knew how.

"Do you think I keep track of that wench? I have better things to do with my time," Vegeta huffed and stood up from the couch. Despite his aloof behavior his eyes scanned the expansive lobby for a blue headed beauty that he was intimately acquainted with. Only a hand full of people were scattered around the room, most of them secluding themselves away from the loud music to make some phone calls before going back to the party.

"So you don't know where she is?" Goku asked the older man while scratching his chin.

Vegeta gave the younger man a deadpan glare. "No, I don't."

All of a sudden several women's screams pierced the lobby as a group of girls came tumbling through the dancehall's doors and into the room. Vegeta and Goku wince at the earsplitting pitch of their shrieks and squeals as they ran across the lobby's glossy tile floors. Not far behind the small horde of females were Trunks and Goten carrying large bloated toads. The pre-teens chased the women almost to the exit and would have continued out into the parking lot if they hadn't been summoned from their fathers. With heavy disappointed sighs they abandoned the chase.

"Having fun?" Vegeta asked his eleven year old son dispassionately.

Trunks shrugged casually and tossed the obese frog to his other hand. "We were before you called us," he muttered but then grinned wickedly. "Those girls are so easy to scare, it's hilarious watching them stumbling over themselves because of a little toad."

Vegeta grunted in agreement and eyed his son. Trunks costume wasn't more than tattered clothing covered in artificial blood but it looked convincing. His skin was airbrushed pale and Bulma had done an excellent job making Trunks look like a zombie with bloody bite marks and decaying flesh. She was definitely a master at make up. Vegeta also noticed that Kakarott's youngest son was also dressed up as the living dead. Great, he thought, two ghouls to haunt him the rest of his miserable life.

"That wasn't very nice Trunks and Goten," Goku scolded half-heartedly but then smiled and ruffled his son's dark hair . "Oh by-the-way have you happened to see your mother, Trunks? I've been looking for her," Goku asked Vegeta's son.

"Mom?" Trunks scratched his chin with his thumb and pondered. "I can't say that I have. Goten, have you seen her?"

Goten shook his head negatively.

Goku sighed in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, I guess if you see her let her know I was looking for her. I'm gonna' go back to the party before Chichi starts getting too upset. Oh Vegeta, I almost forgot to ask, what is your costume suppose to be?"

Vegeta glared at the man in front of him. The moron couldn't tell that he hadn't dressed up at all? That he was just wearing his casual tee-shirt and jeans? The man was dumber than a brick. "Human" Vegeta snarled sarcastically.

"Oh…" Goku blinked several times. "Well it does look like a human costume I suppose…" He patted his son's head one more time and saluted Vegeta before heading back through the dancehall's wooden doors. Vegeta rolled his eyes at his departure.

Vegeta looked down at Trunks and Goten. "You're dismissed," he waved the boys off and they eagerly left in search for their next victims. Vegeta watched the boys leave and then with a heavy exhale he sought for Bulma's Ki with his mind. He searched the entire compound, shuffling out the useless Ki signatures that surrounded him and found her energy ebbing in the vicinity of the gardens. He slipped his leather jacket on and headed out the building to find her.

The air was cold and Vegeta's breath came out as puffs of vapor. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to keep them warm as he trekked down the pathway toward Bulma's Ki. Although Saiyans were known to be a hardy race that could withstand even the most brutal environments, Vegeta still preferred the hotter deserts or even the humid tropical climates over the cold that surrounded him now. Fortunately Bulma and himself were heading to their winter vacation home on its own private beach in Maui in two weeks and he'll miss the rest of the cold front that was coming through.

Vegeta cursed when he tripped over a heavy plastic tombstone. He glared down at the offender before he kicked it in retribution for causing him to stumble. Vegeta watched as it sailed through the air and off into the night with a sense of vindication. It was about a minute before he heard a crash from the parking lot and the screeching of a car alarm. There was so much mist from the multiple fog machines placed strategically throughout the vegetation that he was slightly surprise that he had only tripped over one of the many tombstones scattered throughout the park.

Vegeta continued on and it wasn't long until he spotted Bulma sitting on a bench deep within the center of the garden. She looked so small and fragile next to the large foliage and hedges that the dominating male in him wanted nothing more than to carry her back into the warmth and safety of their bedroom. His protective nature seemed to come out quite often when he was in the presence of his delicate wife. But for now he pushed the need down and with a calculating eye he took in her appearance as he approached her from the side.

Bulma, like their son and his friend, was dressed as a member of the living dead. Her usually porcelain skin was even paler than normal and false blood was splattered over her black tee-shirt and bleached jeans, up her arms and across her chest while several drops stained the smooth skin of her cheek. A large gash expanded across her neck as if someone had tried taking an axe to her throat and the blood had dripped down from the wound to the swell of her breasts before drying. The fake lesion was unnerving but as she turned and smiled at him he realized that it was not as unsettling as the smoky grey contacts she wore. They covered up her bright, jovial eyes and made her look cold inside and out. She looked legitimately dead and it made his heart stop.

"Hey you," Bulma smiled brightly up at him through dead eyes and patted the empty space next to her on the bench . Vegeta sat numbly next to her, his eyes never leaving the grisly wound in her neck. He kept telling himself it was fake, just a special effect for a stupid human ritual but his heart was constricting with a sickening emotion. Horror. Horror that the demons of his past have come back to haunt him. If they had touched her…killed her…he clamped down on the sickening feeling of panic . It was just makeup. It wasn't real.

Vegeta couldn't resist and reached out to touch Bulma on the neck. She took it as a sign that he wanted to view her craftsmanship but in truth he wanted to feel her warmth. Wanted to feel her blood pulse strongly in her veins beneath her flawlessly delicate skin. Wanted to know she was alive.

"So whatcha' think? Not bad huh? Looks pretty darn authentic doesn't it?" Bulma asked proudly as she craned her neck so he could inspect her handiwork more closely. Vegeta knew her eyes would have been sparkling with self-satisfaction if it weren't for those damn contacts she wore.

"Humph," he snorted, " not bad I suppose. I've seen more realistic." He answered quietly as he swiped his thumb back and forth over the fiery pulse in her neck. There was no way he was going to admit that her makeup job disturbed him so much. Vegeta felt that he was sitting next to the talking corpse of his wife and if it wasn't for the soft sound of her breathing and the steam it made, plus the healthy beat of her heart beneath his fingertips, he knew for sure the pressure of fear that was clenching his heart would burst it in-two. Never had this holiday made him feel so sick to his stomach. Sick with fear that he would lose Bulma.

Bulma rolled her eyes at his statement. "I'm sure you have you evil son-of-bitch but I still did good." She pouted playfully and stretched her arms up over her head, unconsciously arching her perfectly ripe breasts forward. "I think rigor mortis is setting in." She said jokingly while twisting back and forth in an attempt to pop her spine.

"Where have you been?" Vegeta changed the subject from his past, a topic he was still uneasy conversing with his lover about. If his angel truly knew what horrible atrocities he had done in the past she may leave him. God what would he do if that were to ever happen?

Bulma sighed in frustration and slumped rather unlady-like on the bench. " I just went through hell and back these last three hours in the kitchen. It seems that the catering company royally fucked up and didn't send enough food. I've been calling every restaurant I know to see if they could prepare more hors d'oeuvres and entrees for the buffet. They could but they had no means for delivery so Tony, Vinny, and myself loaded up into the shipping trucks and picked up the food ourselves and brought it back. I just recently had the chance to come out here and catch my breath." She sighed heavily in exhaustion. "It was a nightmare." She finished by running her fingers into her short crop of hair.

They sat in silence for a moment before Bulma groaned audibly ."Ugh these contacts are killing me…"Bulma grumbled more to herself than to Vegeta and tilted her head back to remove the lens from her eyes. Vegeta sent up a mental thank you to whatever god answered his prayer. He felt a weight lift off his chest at the sight of her azure irises.

"So why'd you ask? You've been looking for me?" Bulma questioned him with a delicately raised eyebrow, her beautiful, vividly blue eyes staring at him lovingly.

Vegeta grunted and pulled his hand away from her neck to cross his arms. "Not hardly, that fool Kakarott has been searching for you."

"So you went to find me for him?"

"Of course not! Like I'd help that retard do anything." Vegeta growled out between clenched teeth. Like HELL he'd do errands for that third class idiot! He may not throw his authority around like he use to but he was still a prince and a prince did NOT help the lower class.

Bulma's laughter sounded rich and heart-warming as it danced across the cold air. Her smile was so bright that it lit up the night with it's beauty. Vegeta felt his insides melt at the charming melody her voice held. How had he been so blessed to obtain such a precious woman? How did the gods see him fit to have her?

"Uh huh so you just happen to wander out here and stumble upon me. Like I believe that." She playfully flirted with him.

"I don't wander or stumble," Vegeta left out the little incident with the tombstone, " I know exactly where you are at all times, at all hours. I was just curious why you were missing your own party."

Bulma's shoulders dropped tiredly before a large shiver racked through her body. She wrapped her slender arms around herself for warmth. Without thinking Vegeta removed his jacket and placed it over her quivering shoulders.

Bulma smiled up at him and eagerly slipped into the oversized coat. She didn't thank him outright knowing he'd just scuff at his slip of emotion. Instead she framed his face with cold hands and pulled him down for a deep kiss, showing him without words how much she appreciated his action.

Their lips touched gently at first, a soft brush of skin before they settled against each other. They moved in a synchronized rhythm, neither one fighting for dominance just enjoying the feel of each other's mouth. Bulma moaned and Vegeta groaned while he slipped his tongue through her lips and into her soft heat. Their tongues waltzed in a seductive dance as Vegeta pushed his weight against Bulma's lithe form, slowly lowering her onto the bench beneath his solid body.

He would never get enough of her. Never. She was a potent drug that sung through his veins and he was an addict for it. How had one woman entranced him so?

"EW GROSS!" came a boyish cry of disgust several feet next to them.

Vegeta whipped his head up and glared at his son and Kakarott's brat who were both making bitter faces of repulsion. He snarled angrily at the interruption but Bulma's bubbly laughter caught him off guard and before he knew it she was slipping out from beneath him.

"What are you two doing out here?" Bulma asked while Vegeta sat himself upright. From even under the pale makeup on her face, Vegeta could see the soft blush of embarrassment stain her porcelain cheeks.

"My dad is looking for you so we decided to find you for him." Goten said with a grin that mimicked his father's as he wedged himself between Vegeta and Bulma on the bench.

"Is that so? I must be popular tonight." Bulma said with a chuckle and winked flirtatiously at her husband. Vegeta rolled is eyes at his wife's antics.

"Yeah it's true so Goten dragged me out here even though I TOLD him not to," Trunks crossed his arms arrogantly. Trunks had learned that when his parents' ki's were fluctuating it was best to leave them alone or have a really pissed-off father on his heels.

"Well it's alright, I suppose I should go see what Goku wants then. I think I know what it is but I should double check," Bulma smiled warmly at her son who was still standing defensively. She opened her arms and without hesitation Trunks came running and leapt into her lap. She closed her arms tightly around him and rocked him playfully. "You are good boys to come find me for him." She looped one arm around Goten and pulled him into the hug.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her statement. Those kids were anything BUT good. More like hell on wheels, he thought sardonically as he watched them. But the three of them looked happy in their hug despite their ghoulish appearance and Vegeta wondered how his life had managed to turn in this strange direction. His thoughts were interrupted when Bulma raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he would like to join the group hug. Vegeta made a false gag and Bulma slapped his arm and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Well I hate to be the one to interrupt this Kodak moment," Vegeta said sarcastically as he rose to his feet. The awkward zombie loving was a little too strange for his liking…at least with the two kids involved. If it was just him and his wife…well he could become a necrophiliac for a night.

Trunks quickly jumped off his mother's lap as if he just remembered his father was there and stood at attention with a slight blush of mortification on his cheeks. Goten stood with a little less vigor.

"I'm sure you are," Bulma replied cynically as she got up and stretched in Vegeta's jacket that nearly swallowed her. "Trunks, Goten, would you be so kind as to tell Goku that I'm on my way and should be at the party shortly?" The boys nodded and quickly took off.

"And you mister," she poked a delicate finger into Vegeta's muscular chest, "better behave yourself."

Vegeta raised a inquisitive eyebrow and grinned wolfishly. "Me? I'm a prince, the paradigm of civility, hospitality, and etiquette."

Bulma scuffed at his banter and handed Vegeta his jacket. " Well I hope you remember that while you're at the party or…" She seductively backed away from him as she spoke.

As she moved one of Bulma's hands lifted her shirt , exposing the smooth pale skin of her stomach and the glittering bellybutton-ring that pierce through its dainty naval, while her other hand pushed her jeans down to expose the tantalizing skin between her swaying hips. It was a double tease for Vegeta's hungry gaze and he could feel his blood drain to his lower region in response. He licked his lower lip in anticipation for the feast her body would make.

"…none of this. Got that baby?" She smiled bewitchingly and winked before she took off for the party, leaving Vegeta standing hot and heavy in the garden.

Vegeta resituated himself so his hard-on wouldn't be evident through his jeans and grinned wickedly. Even if he misbehaved he was still getting her tonight one way or another. Bulma was a sucker for a bad boy and he knew his little zombie lover couldn't resist his devious charms. But he supposed he could try to be a little civil just for one night…try being the key word.

Vegeta shrugged on his jacket and followed the scent of his wife's desire back to the Halloween party. This Holiday might not be so bad if it ended the way he intended it to.

The End