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jeansplaytoy · 4 months

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‘ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 .

part three.

if you haven’t already, please read part two and one first. warnings: physical + verbal abuse, language, fluff (in the beginning), mentions of alcohol, lots of angst. if this is too much for you, please don’t read it.

‘i wont get too drunk, i still have to go home.’

that’s what you told yourself every five minutes when you went to pick up a drink. and every five minutes, you changed your mind about that drink.

‘fuck, i have to go home.’ you thought to yourself while checking your phone. 1AM. “shit.”

but you stayed sitting on the couch, regardless of the fact that it was already getting out late, and you were supposed to be out studying.

but those thoughts were brushed away when you felt someone sit down beside you. “what’s wrong?” ony asked, looking at you. you slowly shook your head. “nothing… just worried about what my moms gonna say when i get in the house at three in the morning.” you said, staring at the ground with your lips softly pursed together.

ony smacked his lips. “you know she ain’t bouta say shit bout it. she gon be cool.”

“you can think that cus we not related. if you really knew how she was, you’d picture her like i do.” you said, shaking and scratching your head.

“you tryna go home?”

“not really.”

“then why you complaining? go find armin or sum.” ony softly smacked the back of your head. you groaned. “i don’t wanna talk to armin. he already think i’m a hoe.” you looked at ony as he grabbed your wrist and led you through the crowd.

“well… you could’ve fooled me.”

“bitch-“

“armin yo future girl lookin for you. she said you think she a hoe.” ony nudged armin and brought you into view. you looked at him with an annoyed look and then at armin while rolling your eyes.

armin chuckled. “wassup.”

as ony walked away you dramatically sighed. “you uh.. ready to go home?” you asked armin while tilting your head. “why? you tryna go?” you shrugged.

“we can leave if you wanna go.” armin shrugged, putting his phone in his hoodie pocket. “yeah.” you nodded, almost rushing out of the party. you left through the front door and hurriedly made your way down the walkway.

“damn, hold up.” armin held up his arm. “you know yo back pack still in ony room, right?”

you sighed, anxiousness filling your heart. “fuck. can you go get it? you don’t have to.” you rubbed your eyebrows. “i’ll wait for you.” you said, adjusting your crop top to stop the sweat from forming. armin nodded, going back to the house.

it was only a few minutes when he came back out, holding your backpack. “my fault. people was crowded and shit.” he said. you nodded. “thank you.”

you let armin hold your backpack as the both of you walked down the street, since that’s how you got to onys house in the first place. you walked quickly, armin following beside you. he seemed calm. like this was something he did everyday.

“why you so nervous. yo mom can’t be that irritating.” he mumbled.

you shook your head. “this the latest i ever been out. she strict as hell and i know it’s finna be a never ending argument when i get in the house.” you exhaled and rubbed your hands together.

“me and you both. dad bouda be on my ass.” armin raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “fuck. i hope he sleep right now.”

“me and you both.” you repeated his words with a quiet voice. armin seemed the notice it and glancing at you before looking forward again. “we can get yelled at together.” armin shrugged. “i thought you said you ain’t have no curfew when we first saw each other again.”

“no curfew before 11, yeah.” you shook your head.

it got quiet as you both continued to walk. you started to slow down a little, realizing it was already too late to start rushing home.

“i was playin when i said that stuff about you lookin at me. i know you don’t do that to everybody.” armin suddenly spoke. you hummed. “what made you think about that?” you asked. he bit his top lip. “when ony told me you said i think you a hoe… sumn like that. i know you ain’t no hoe.” he said, looking down at you as you walked. you didn’t look up from the concrete.

“it’s whatever.”

armin heard your tone and inaudibly sighed. “if it makes you feel better, i can talk back to my dad so he can yell more. yknow, so he can yell his ass off for the whole night, and you can rest knowing i’m still getting called names and shit.”

“don’t put yourself at risk to make me feel better.”

“i’m not risking nothing. that’s the thing.”

“you risking the relationship between y’all though, so…”

armin pursed his lips together. “ain’t no relationship between us no more. he been gettin more fuckin’ irritated by the days.”

you hummed. “oh.”

only a couple more steps forward and that’s when you made it in front of your house. “well. here we go.” armin clicked his tongue, starting to walk towards your backyard. “you gon keep my backpack?” you asked. armin shrugged and looked back at you.

“call me.” he mumbled.

“no number.”

he paused and hummed, reaching in your backpack and pulling out a random piece of paper and a pencil.

he wrote down his number, barely being able to write it down because of the fact that he had to put the paper on his palm. he passed you the paper, putting your pencil back.

“when we get done getting yelled at.”

you put the piece of paper in your skirt pocket and nodded with a small smile.

knocking on your own door, a few seconds came your mom. with a worried, but more angry look on her face. “get in this damn house. right. now.” she pointed behind her. you sighed and walked in, rubbing your forehead.

she slammed the door behind you and frowned. “you said you was going out to eat, so why the hell you coming back in my house at 1 in the morning?” she said, blocking your way to the stairs.

“i went to a party at onys house, it’s not that serious.” you mumbled.

“not that serious? i almost called the police because i thought something happens to you, but it’s ’not that serious’? and i bet you was out there with a bunch of damn boys, huh.” she squinted. “a bunch? what you tryna say? i’m some kinda thot?” you frowned and tilted your head. “i went to a party, had some drinks, and lost track of time. i barely did anything at the party anyway, so i don’t know why you tryna make it seem like it’s the worst thing in the world.”

“and you might be just that.” she mumbled.

you frowned in confusion. “what?”

it took you a minute to realize she answered your first question and disregarded the rest of your words. “because every damn time, it’s something else. then you gon end up pregnant with no help.” she shrugged, continuing to stand by the stairs.

you scoffed and shook your head. “yeah, right. i’m gon get pregnant, fuck a thousand boys, cus i’m a thot right?”

“you need to find you something else to entertain yo damn self with.” she pointed her finger in your face. you started getting irritated. “can you move?”

“no i cannot. because i don’t know who the hell you been hanging around that’s making you act like this, but you not going out no more.” your mom continued to yell in your face. “you a little ass girl-“

“first of all i’m 18 years old, damn!” you smacked your lips and pushed past her, going up the stairs.

“i wish a had a damn son. don’t know why little ass girls like you act like this. shoulda knew that from the time you was born.”

for some reason, those words struck you somewhere you’ve never really been hit before. now your moms said a lot of fucked up things to and about you, since you were young. but to basically say she wished she never had you? it was weird.

“cool.” was the last thing you mumbled before walking into your own room and shutting the door, locking it behind you.

meanwhile there was armin, listening to his dads yelling. still listening.

“i don’t know why the fuck you come in and out of this house when you feel like it, but next time you do that shit, i’m gon’ fuck you up, you hear me, armin?!” his dad yelled outside his locked door.

“i heard you the first time bruh.” armin mumbled.

but he guessed he heard what he said perfectly, because he jumped at the loud pounding on his door. staring at his door knob, which looked like it was about to practically break from the sounds it made and the way it moved.

he looked like a deer in headlights.

the sound of his mom yelling and the sound of his dads silence, mixed with the banging of the door, it made armin go silent, and put his phone down beside him on the bed.

suddenly, his moms yelling and muffled and his dad broke down the door, going straight for him. before he could even flinch, he felt his self getting thrown into his dresser. “i’m sick of this disrespectful ass kid!”

he felt his dads grip on his hoodie, as he got thrown into the wall, where a big hole laid when he was swung off the wall and into the door, nearly breaking it off the hinges. “you disrespectful son of a bitch! you need to learn some respect!”

as armin tried to fight back, he threw a punch to his dad, which landed. and hard.

it only made him more pissed.

armin felt his self being slammed to the floor, which he was glad was carpet because his head hit it instantly. he squinted at the pain before throwing full punches at his dad, who did the same on top of him. and was much stronger.

the sound of his moms yelling still didn’t blink in yet.

“get off of him, he didn’t do anything wrong!” his mom yelled, face almost soaked with tears.

“you need to learn respect, you fucking hear me?!”

his dad pinned his arms down to the floor. “get the fuck off of me! i fucking hate you!”

armin kicked his legs and screamed, but it was no good. that’s when he felt tears flood his eyes and roll down his face. his room was filled with nothing but yelling from him, cries from his mom, and harsh words from his dad. he was basically throwing a tantrum now, kicking his legs around, knocking things off of his dresser.

his dad suddenly yanked away from him, standing up and running his hand across armins dresser, sending all his things flying.

his dad pushed past his mom as he laid there on the floor. armins mom, shaking, slowly shook her head, sobbing as she slowly left the room.

armin, heavily breathing, fists balled, sweating and still crying, suddenly started to yell again, this time at his self. he was mad. more than mad.

throwing things around his room as he yelled, kicking his lamps over, throwing glass around, tearing curtains, and more. “i fucking hate this house!” he yelled, tears still dragging down his tired, red face. he sent a punch towards his bathroom mirror, completely shattering it. throwing things around his bathroom, he panted, walking back in his room and grabbing his phone and his charger. he grabbed his backpack, shoving any clothes he could fit, along with his toothbrush, deodorant, things like that.

he put on his shoes, and swung his door open, breathing heavily as he made his way downstairs, leaving and slamming the front door behind him.

and you? you stared at the ceiling, thinking back on your own mothers words.

for a few minutes, you were lost in your own thoughts.

until you heard a knock on your window.

part four here.

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fluff-n-cookies · 8 months

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I kinda want to see the you do your full mom miriko headcannon yandere or not

HOLY FUCK YOU ARE THE FIRST EVER PERSON TO SEND ME A REQUEST OFC ILL DO IT

any way

Miruko is the type of person to give you everything and put you through pure torture at the same time

like she will give 120$ A WEEK but you have to let her take you to a hero gala to show you off.

she will let you hang out with your friends but you have to wear this limited edition Miruko hoodie and beanie.

one of my favorite Miruko quotes is "I live everyday like I'm going to die." from the episode where they raid the paranormal liberation front hospital and villa.

BUT NOW SHE HAS TO LIVE

SHE HAS TO LIVE FOR YOU

BUT SHE"S NOT GOING TO GIVE UP THE HERO LIFE

...right?

no, she's not.

if anything she'll probably encourage you to take up the support hero course.

NO THINK ABOUT IT

Miruko wants one thing, and that's to protect you.

and if you are in an agency building constructing your products, HER agency none the less, she can ensure you are safe, AND be around you 24/7 without raising suspicion

and the fact that whenever anyone talks about her hero suit she can brag about her amazing daughter is just a fun bonus.

she also seems like the type of person to point at Hawks and go "you see that? that is what happens when you're an annoying bitch" and then proceed to kick him in the balls.

oh! and she constantly calls you Hunnybun, baby bunny, cutie, honey, cottontail, anything REMOTELY related to Rabbits.

and SHE HAS TO bring you back a souvenir every time she goes out!

sometimes it's a rock, other times it's a little shard of fine china.

once she brought you back this tiny little toy sheep with an oval-ish head.

that day was a fun day.

she will sometimes just pull you into her lap (When you're a child calm down) and brush and braid your hair.

as I'm writing this there is a good chance that some of her family is hindu. of course i could be completely wrong but...

PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS MY HERITAGE DEMANDS IT

Mirko applying ointments to your bruised skin and bandaging them up. before reaching for the oil and gently massaging it into your hair as you rant about how stupid the most hated character in your favorite fandom is.

PLEASE SHE WOULD.

I hope this is the fluff you wanted, maybe i'll write more for Mirko some other time, all you have to do is ask.

#rumi usagiyama #bnha fluff #bnha x child reader #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha headcannons #child reader #platonic yandere #rumi #mha mirko #mirko x reader #miruko #usagiyama rumi #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere mirko x reader #yandere miruko

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dilutedconfusion · 2 months

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A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 3)

UMMM SOOOO YA’LL ARE LIKE THE NICEST PEOPLE EVER. Kisses and hugs to everyone who gives a semi-shit about what I write. I wrote this BEHEMOTH of a chapter and I personally think plot wise its my best yet. So get out your forks and knifes cause we eatin good today!

Summary: Having just found out Kid is a super big time murder machine Y/N is left in shock whilst sitting at the bar. Kid and Y/N finally have a coherent and tangible conversation. Emotions arise but Kid is still a total grump. In a fit of stupidity and some grief Y/N does something that I would not advise doing if you’re not like a professional idiot or something.

Warnings: Gore, NSFW (nothing actually happen theres just some sweet innuendos and mentions of NSFW related things)

Word Count: 6.3K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Tags: @st4rfevrr @archangelshavethetardis @likeeliterallywtf @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @tulipps-maehem (At this point, if you comment something I’m smacking ya right in the tag lists. If you don’t want that just tell me! I’m totes fine with it.)

Kid took a sip of his rum. The cool yet bitter liquid burned his throat and swirled in the deep parts of his gut. Leaning back against the pleather booth he let out a little sigh. His arm was still throbbing like a bitch. Another sign that a strong wave of phantom pain would soon be coming on. But he tried not to think about it. Hoping his brain would stop the onslaught of pain if he got it drunk enough.

Killer was sitting across from him. Using a straw to take periodic sips of his beer. They had been sitting here for a good bit but hadn’t talked too much. A comfortable silence sat between them as it usually did. Kid’s stump randomly twitching now and then though he kept his eyes closed as he tried oh-so desperately to relax.

Watching him quietly Killer noticed the small twitching movement of his partners arm. “Is it hurting again?” He asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible despite his worry.

Trying to hold himself back from being a total asshole, Kid spoke. Opening one eye and letting out a dry sigh. “I lost a fucking arm. What do you think?”

Was that the nicest reply? No. But if anyone other than Killer would have asked that question Kid would’ve just punched them. So he was getting off easy in Kid's terms.

Killer stayed quiet for a moment, grimacing under the space of his mask. “Well, you look a little strained. Is the liquor helping or making it worse?”

Kid finally opened both his eyes, leaning forward and putting an elbow up on the table in front of him. “Helping. Now quit pestering me about this shit.” Kid grabbed his glass and took another long chug of his rum. Finishing out the last bottle he had asked the bartender to make him.

Letting out a hearty burp he felt his torso sway a bit as he sat. He wasn’t drunk but he could feel that warm goopy feeling building up in his brain. Staring blankly at the rest of the vacant and dimly lit room. Listening quietly to the sounds of people in the front room of the bar. The waiter who had taken his order was working the bar itself so he knew she was going to take a while to make an extra round.

“Want me to go get ya some more? I’ll order some food so you don’t crash as hard later.” Killer murmured out, already slightly sliding to the left to get on his feet.

That made Kid's red-painted lips scrunch up, waving his hand at Killer to stop. “Get your ass back on that seat. I got it.” Kid let out a grunt and started sliding off the booth to a stand. His body swayed just slightly but he stood up normally. His huge fur coat lay discarded on the booth seat.

Kid turned towards it and picked it up. His body felt stiff like an old piece of wood. Nearly groaning at even the slightest movement and it annoyed the shit out of him. Feeling light-headed he swung his coat over his shoulders. It was a bit difficult considering the lack of an arm but Kid has since gotten used to it. Making sure that his stump was at least halfway hidden by the fur of his coat. The bandages and torn scars running along his chest were mostly hidden, though he couldn’t hide the fresh scars on his face.

“Ya know…you don’t need to hide it. They are proof that you made it through something shitty after all.” Killer whispered to Kid, knowing it was a sensitive spot on his poor Captain's mind.

Kid’s face stayed sharp and demeaning but Killer's words had gotten to him even if just a little. Letting out a huff of air he responded, “Ya don’t think I know that? I just want everything to heal a bit more. Then I’ll show it off.” With that Kid started walking away from the table, leaving Killer in his lonesome.

He bounded past the other booths. His boots hitting the wooden floor below loudly as he made his way to the other part of the building. The sounds of casual conversation floating towards him along with the satisfying sound of taps being drawn while the bartender siphoned out beer.

Walking up the two small steps that separated the rooms he could feel the air around him get just a tiny bit warmer. The low crackling fire tracing the room with a rich wooden scent and faint smoke. Walking up to the bar he paid no mind to those around him. Leaning up against the wood as another much stronger wave of pain shot up through his stump.

Shit. He thought, gritting his teeth. He would give anything to start rubbing his arm. Soothing the muscles trying to avert whatever pain would come next. But as that same waiter came up to him he had no choice but to deal with it.

She had that same polite smile on her face. Standing on the other side of the bar, her hands filling up beer glasses as she talked. “Run out? Sorry, I didn’t make a round back there. We’re pretty short-staffed right now. What can I get ya?”

“More of the same. And…some fried chicken.” Kid mumbled out, settling down onto the barstool nearest to him. The woman looked him over for a moment. Glancing at his stump and bandages for only a second. Her face turned a bit contorted in what Kid could only assume was disgust before brightening up once again.

Never seen a guy with some wounds eh? Kid thought, almost wanting to say that out loud. If he wasn’t so tired and beat up he would’ve.

Well in truth if he wasn’t in pain he'd be drinking his ass off and winning bar fights. But he was in pain, his throbbing stump a reminder of that.

“Sounds good. I can walk it back there when it’s ready.” She said in that same sweet customer service tone.

Kid just rolled his eyes at her. “I sat down. I’ll stay here and wait. Can’t go back expecting you to remember to bring the damn food.”

The bartender cringed a bit at that but remained neutral regardless. “Sounds good. Let me go get that started for you.” She said awkwardly. Walking away from Kid in a bit of a rush and heading towards what he supposed was the kitchen door.

Kid eyes watched her as she disappeared, letting out a soft tongue click in annoyance. Eventually, his eyes just started drifting. His right hand once again itching to rub his poor stump but he held back. He looked down the line of the barstools absentmindedly to take note of the few people littering the room.

However, something made his eyes pause. They hovered over a girl. She was sitting at the other end of the bar, holding up a newspaper and looking it over as if it were the most important thing in the world.

Wait a fucking minute. I’ve seen her before.

It’s not like he didn’t expect it to some extent but a part of him had already forgotten what a weird little stalker you were. He glanced over your body, seeing the same clothes, jacket, and satchel he’d seen earlier.

Damn, it is the same chick.

He just kept staring at you wondering exactly when you were going to notice him. Your eyes were so glued to the newspaper your damn nose was nearly shoved in it. Even though Kid didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, he couldn’t help but rub your face in your obvious fuck-up.

“So you really-”

“WAH!” Your body jerked randomly hearing that deep voice once again. The newspaper crinkled as your fingers dug into it. Your whole body turned towards Kid at the other end of the bar but leaned away as if he was diseased. “Goddamn it! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“What the fuck?” Kid mumbled out, brow furrowed in confusion as he stared at your beet-red face. Soft eyelashes blinking over and over at him again as if you couldn’t tell if he was real or not.

“What do you mean what the fuck? You snuck up on me!” You yelled, voice faltering a tiny bit as you realized just how LOUD you were being. Covering your mouth with one hand to almost suppress the sheer adrenaline running through your veins.

You hadn’t expected to be talking to him, especially since he was the one to initiate it. The mortifying news about him on the paper mixed with his sudden appearance and this lunging feeling in your gut was a lot to handle.

Kid narrowed his eyes at you, face more bemused than annoyed by what an idiot you were being. “I didn’t fucking sneak up on you. I’ve been sitting here for like 5 minutes just starin’ at your ugly ass and you didn’t even notice me.” He turned the barstool a bit more towards you, leaning his good arm against the bar gingerly.

Taking your hand off your mouth you leaned forward towards him. The multiple chairs between the two of you made the distance of the conversation a bit awkward but that wasn’t going to stop you from being an asshole. “Well if my ass is so ugly, why were you staring?”

Kid's lip twitched at that, his cheeks almost daring to blush red but he held it back. He didn’t like that you had taken his insult in that way. But before he could let it affect him he let the first thing he thought of slip past his tongue.“Cause it's so damn horrific I couldn’t look away. Plus you might as well have been licking that newspaper by the way you were holding it. Following my order like a good little puppy eh?”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, still holding onto the newspaper rather tightly in one hand. Looking down at it for a moment like you should be ashamed before frowning at him. Kid watched and bathed in your reaction, a condescending smile on his lips. It made you reel with anger. Wanting to slap that shit-eating grin off him until he was black and blue.

“I ain’t looking at this 'cause you told me to! I wanted to do this because you wouldn’t tell me who you are. Just so happens that I know who you are now and if my calculations are correct, you’re a total asshole and a lunatic. Though I probably didn’t need the newspaper to figure that first one out.” You told him, voice quiet enough so the whole bar didn’t hear but your tone was condescendingly lethal.

Again Kid just stared at you for a moment. If anyone else would’ve given him even one-quarter of a verbal punch that you just gave him they would’ve been dead on the ground. But he was tired and though he would never admit it, your comeback was good. Letting out a strong puff of air through his sharp nose to calm his urges he decided to take the argument in a different route. One that would give him the advantage over someone who had just a tiny bit of bite to them.

“I get it, sweetcheeks. You’re desperate to know me. To get my attention. Thought you could read up on me so you could handle the real thing easier but clearly you can’t.” Kid said, raising his hand in the air so ‘matter of factly’ though his tone was anything but serious. The glint of his teeth as he smiled and the way his low voice rumbled just made you angrier by the second.

A small tint of red rising on your cheeks out of pure embarrassment. Making mouth go agape for just a moment before you concocted a comeback.

“Q-Quit acting like you're the shit, you glorified puffball. I figured out who you are and if you’re anything like how this newspaper is portraying you in real life, then I should go get a pitchfork and a torch to exile your ass.” You flipped open the newspaper and pointed it towards him. Showing him the two pictures of him committing crimes aplenty.

Hearing you call him a puffball made Kids lack of eyebrows raise in confusion, wondering why in the hell you thought he looked like a puffball. You could see the gears in his head turning as he looked down at his chest to notice the large fur coat he was wearing. Yet still, after another second of mental debriefing, he put two and two together.

“Hey don’t fucking call me a puffball!” Kid said in a slight snarl, a tiny bit of red gracing his cheeks at your comparison. Leaning forward he eye’d the pictures you were holding up. “And I look great there so I don’t know what you’re getting at. They got all my best angles. Even a good picture of me back in my start-up.”

This time it was your turn to be confused, pointing sharply at the pictures of him and even raising out your arm so he could see it better. “So we're just going to ignore all the murder. Ya know, like right here and here and here.” You pointed at the dead crucified bodies hanging limply on their crosses. Blood and splattered guts dripped out of the slightly blue and cold-looking bodies.

Kid rolled his eyes, looking at you as if you’d just said the earth was flat. He rubbed his chin almost to feign boredom as he spoke. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

And with that, you smacked yourself in the face with your palm. Rubbing a hand over your temple and scrunching your face in a mesh of lines that represented pure annoyed disbelief. Taking a deep breath you responded, “Look, I ain’t your mommy and I ain’t going to tell you what you can and cannot do. But, this is my island. You do this shit here and don’t think you’ll be leaving with all your vital organs intact.”

“Well by the sounds of it maybe I should do just that. Give me some entertainment with a good little fight.” Kid immediately quipped back, his face returning to that patronizing smile you oh-so hated.

At this point, it felt like maybe you were talking to a wall. One that was so caught up in having an argument with you he didn’t want to take you seriously. “You are just a complete fucking menace aren’t you?” That was all you could say, almost dumbfounded by his stupidity.

“I am and the people dig it. Can’t say a little danger doesn’t get ‘em all hot and bothered.” He remarked, his shit-eating grin growing even wider as he tilted his head and leaned towards you a bit more. Your face just went completely flat. Void of all emotion except annoyance and the painstaking wish he had said anything but that.

“I love it when people lie through their teeth to my face.” You said so flat and lifeless a robot might as well have said it.

Kid's eyebrows scrunched up a tiny bit, not at all pleased he didn’t get the reaction out of you he wanted. He wasn’t flirting with you, or at least that's what he thought when he said it. In all honesty, Kid has the same flirting skills as goldfish. Just making bubbles and floating by expecting someone to get drawn in by how shiny his scales were. So when he said that he actually just wanted to see you embarrassed like you had made him feel. Little to say it was the first time he felt genuinely peeved by you.

“I ain’t lyin'. I’m a big-time pirate that’s big in more places than one. What more could someone want?” He clamored out, trying to lean into his more cocky attitude. Again his innuendo is less about stroking his ego and more about getting a reaction out of you. He didn’t need confirmation that his dick was big. But he wanted you to blush because he told you.

Your eyes twitched a bit when he said that. Not knowing exactly how to interpret why he was bragging to you and most definitely not taking it as flirting at all.

As if a cocky asshole like him would ever flirt with me, he just wants me to feel small and worthless doesn’t he?

Giving him a blank dead stare you spoke, “What more could a person want? Well…I don’t know, maybe literally anyone but you.”

Kid would never in a million fucking years admit it but that shit stung. He usually never lets people's opinions cloud his view of himself. They were nobody to him so why care?

Then why the fuck am I taking what she said seriously? He mulled over this thought for a moment feeling almost ashamed that he let anything you say get through his impenetrable skin.

But he beat himself out of that thought, scowling harder than ever before and clenching his one good hand until his knuckles turned white.

You noticed this despite the multiple barstools that took up the space between the two of you. Face once dead of emotion now alight in a wave of slight nervousness and even a bit of regret.

Why the fuck did I say that? To a murderer of all people? Do I want to get killed that badly?

Kid felt his stump throb in pain once again like a hammer cast in flames slamming into every single nerve. He grits his teeth hoping you didn’t notice before responding. “Like your opinion of me matters. Quit acting like you know me. You’re nothing compared to what I am.”

You watched him carefully, eyeing the way his muscles uncomfortably tensed underneath his fur coat. The slight sheen of sweat on his brow became a bit more noticeable in the low light. It made a strange feeling of guilt swirl deep in your core seeing him like that. He was a total douchebag but it felt wrong kicking him when he was down.

“I don’t know you but I’ve met people like you. More than I’d like to admit.” Your tone was soft as you spoke, not looking him in the eye as you held on to the newspaper in an almost delicate way. “I’m just saying I don’t trust you. And…if I’m right then I have every reason to be cautious. Reading this newspaper gives you a ‘I’ll kill everyone’ air.”

Kid watched you as you spoke. His amber eyes were sharp and clear as he noticed the change in tone. It didn’t bother him but in his opinion, it sounded like the most truthful thing you’ve said so far. “I don’t just kill everybody. I have some restraint ya know.”

“Well according to this newspaper, you kill pretty much anyone all the time. To the point that it's what you are known for. I mean, look at this headline, it says slaughtering right there.” You pointed to the headline once more, laying the newspaper flat on the bar before picking up your glass. The sight of rotting flesh in the pictures forcing your heart to lurch each time you even glance at it.

“Well, all of the people I kill fucking deserve it. Do you think I hand out mercy out of sympathy for worthless people? The motherfuckers get in my way so they deserve to be in the ground.”

Kid’s voice was harsh with conviction as he spoke. As if he's said this same thing nearly a thousand times. You took another quick sip of your daiquiri. Licking the sugar off your lips with a quick swipe before glancing back over at him.

“So…are you going to do that here? On this island? String me up by my belly and let my intestines slip out?” You asked him quietly, eyes boring into him with an intensity he hadn’t seen from you before. It felt raw and almost threatening. Like you were daring him to try because you knew he would lose.

He wanted to be annoyed and he wanted to punch you right in the jaw. Snap you out of whatever diluted sense of power you seemed to be feeling. But his stump was still soaring with pain. He was managing it sure but he knew if he started moving around too much he’d topple over. So instead he resorted to using his words, which was his least favorite thing to do. “Well…I’m thinking about it but…I’m not in the mood. It's too worthless to kill someone so weak. I have bigger fish to fry.”

Your eyes narrowed, reading into him for even a sliver of deception. You didn’t know what kind of man he was. Supposing he was a liar and cheat like most of the men who traveled the sea were. So you prodded him deeper, trying to find the root of his honesty. “Could your lack of motivation to kill me…have anything to do with those injuries of yours?”

You glanced at his stump and bandages running across his chest. The scabbed-over and healing scars on his face were still red and puffy from their recent affliction. Kid's eyes widened and he leaned back away from you ever so slightly. Hating the fact that you dare mention his injuries. Hating the fact that you thought they were making him weak. That they were holding him back.

That rage he had been holding in ever since it happened started to bubble up. The same rage that he felt for his crew members when they pitied him. The same rage he felt for himself. He had to look away, trying to regain himself. Control his overwhelming urges to not only split your face open but break every piece of furniture within ten feet of him.

He finally looked back at you, ready to scream his head off, “Don’t you dare-”, but he paused.

It was surprising to see your face like that.

It stopped him dead in his tracks, his once boiling rage now a soft simmer within only a second.

Kid didn’t know how to describe it. It was like you weren’t looking at him for who he was. For the scars he held. Those eyes of yours were looking at him for what he is. Deep somber orbs filled with nothing but…empathy?

No…that’s not the right word. It doesn’t feel…like it’s meant to be helpful or caring. Not an ounce of pity.

Familiarity. She knows how I feel.

Kid wasn’t good at reading people's emotions. He could barely understand his own emotions most of the time. So it was strange how he met you in the middle with just a glance.

Even though it didn’t last more than a few seconds.

“I have another pitcher of beer, a tall glass of rum, and that chicken you ordered.” Came the voice of the waiter. Walking through the swinging door with a large tray in hand carrying all the contents she mentioned.

Your face contorted to embarrassment as you watched the waiter stride up towards Kid. He had to force himself to look away from you, wanting to continue the conversation with you despite himself.

What the fuck has gotten into me?

Kid nearly rolled his eyes at himself. Feeling a pang of heat cross his cheeks he let out a grumbling cough to mask it. The waiter placed the tray carefully in front of Kid at the bar.

“Sorry for the wait but does everything look good?” She asked, sliding her body behind the bar and eyeing both Kid and you. Her eyes were bouncing between the two of you a bit, clearly wondering the origins of the tension floating in the air.

Oh god. She even knows I was researching him. You thought to yourself. Feeling like you’d been caught in the act of doing something reckless and stupid.

Kid stared down at the tray, his jaw tight as he let out a deep breath of air he’d been holding in. “It’s fine.” He grumbled, again that ache in his stump making his eye twitch.

Sliding his weight down onto the floor he stood up. His back cracked a bit as he rolled his shoulders trying to subside the ache. You watched him silently. Gliding your eyes gently across his wide shoulders. How the strong muscles there tensed and rolled as he moved. His smooth pale mounds of warm skin with bandages on every other inch lingering in your mind. His height was just as demeaning as you remember it though you still were a good ten feet away.

Always close enough to talk but not close enough to be considered next to him.

His hand tugged his coat around his shoulders a bit more, before he haphazardly tried to pick up the tray. His thick and lacquer-covered fingertips tried to dig under the tray without spilling anything. His one-handed skills at doing pretty much anything got in the way of even the simplest tasks of his life.

“You sure…you don’t need a little help?” The waiter softly asked. Watching Kid as she cleaned off the countertops with a rag.

“Say that again and don’t expect to be going home tonight with a tongue.” Kid spat back, his voice dripping with venom.

The waiter again nearly clammed up but backed off almost immediately. She was used to dealing with pirates but…this man was on a whole other level. Staying quiet and walking over towards your side of the bar instead.

She glanced at you but you didn’t pay much attention. Instead, you were trying to slyly watch as Kid finally wound his large hand underneath the tray. Holding it up easily on his palm at shoulder level before starting to walk away. Disappearing through a doorway without even a second glance towards you.

You let out a small displeased huff of air. At least expecting a glance or chance to continue that conversation. You felt like you were getting somewhere with that. Getting to know him a bit better. It was interesting beyond belief and if someone asked you if you’d rather stay at home in safety or talk to a scary pirate. Well…you would choose a scary pirate every time.

It felt nostalgic and it made your boring life more lively. That is until the waiter got in the way.

“You okay hun? He didn’t threaten you right?” She asked softly, giving you a sympathetic smile as she continued to wipe the bar.

You gave her a little quirk of a smile purely just for show. Not willing to give her a hard time for breaking up your conversation with that man. “Yeah, I’m fine. He did nothing wrong.”

“Well that I don’t believe. Seems to me like he's nothing but a walking pile of wrong.”

You stayed silent at first. Fiddling with your glass a tiny bit before finally picking it up to your lips and finishing the last of it off. Gulping it down and feeling the smooth taste of it run down to swirl in your gut.

“Well sometimes…a whole lotta wrong is just right.”

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No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn’t force yourself to stand up and walk into the back room of the bar. To go face that redhead again and his masked friend.

His name is not redhead, it's Kid. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. That thought dawned upon you as you thought over your conversation with him. You knew his name but hadn’t spoken it out loud even once. Even now his name stays within the confines of your mind. You had learned it while reading the newspaper along with the aforementioned Massacre Soldier, that blondie that’s with him.

Mulling over the idea of going and talking to them you tried to hype yourself up multiple times to gain the courage.

Come up with a catchy one-liner that would make you just a bit more likable. Maybe say nothing and sit down next to one of them like you own the place.

Assert dominance. Yeah….no.

You had no reason that wasn’t deathly embarrassing when explaining WHY you wanted to sit with them.

I’m just…bored, which would lead them to joke about my small, stupid, and uninteresting life. Maybe even lead Kid into bragging about how ‘important’ and ‘amazing’ he is compared to me.

Even thinking about that made your face sour. Rolling your eyes at nothing like you had just heard the worst joke imaginable.

I could…tell them that I have this strong gut feeling and it's dragging me towards them like a fish on a hook, which would lead to them being confused, taking it as flirting or calling me…ugh desperate.

That word crawled on your skin and sunk into your flesh. Like a tick taking root so one way or another you’d end up with Lyme disease or even worse, a bruised self-image.

You weren’t about to let that happen but this longing in your gut was almost incurable.

You even tried to calm down and look at your situation in a simpler light.

It’s just two men. Two pirates. You’ve dealt with pirates. You know how they work. You told yourself, hands feeling clammy as they gripped the edge of the bar. I already talked to one of them and it went…okay. Or maybe I’m just lying to myself and it went horribly.

You slouched in your chair and frowned. Nearly slamming your head down on the bar but you held back. Remembering you were indeed, still in public and if you wanted to wallow in your self-loathing you needed to go home for that.

I don’t need more people thinking I’m crazy.

You eventually stood up, walking to the point where you were just at the precipice of the doorway before panic struck you and you turned around just to walk straight out of the bar.

Red as a tomato and filled with shame you retreated into the night.

Did I even tell him my name?

You chewed your lips, the pleasant sounds of raindrops hitting the hood of your jacket and filling up your ears. It was a dark walk home. One that felt unmotivated to return home. You’d rather be out here, at night. The barren surroundings, whirring trees in the wind, and the rain pleasant yet cold. So you started meandering, walking as slow as you could despite the late hours.

Now and then the moon would peek through the clouds as if to say hello. A far-off lantern leaving a cool milky glow on your surroundings before being swallowed up by darkness once again.

Thank god my jacket is waterproof. You thought, watching the raindrops slip off the edge of your hood and in front of your face. It wasn’t a downpour just yet but it was not the best walking weather in most people's minds.

Yet even so you started making a detour.

What the fuck am I even doing?

At some point, while walking along the slightly muddy but managing trail to your home you made a hard 90-degree turn. Walking away from the direction of the little cabin your father had built when you were born, deep on the west side of the island.

It took about a half hour to walk through those woods to your house. Strong iron lanterns hung up on a few trees so you didn't get lost in the night. The animals are far too afraid to even step foot near your trail ever since your father claimed this portion of land.

So you were safe thankfully but what you weren’t safe from was yourself.

The trail you turned off onto led straight to the ocean. It was a bit muddier and more overgrown with thick roots and ferns but you have walked on this trial nearly half of your life. You knew it better than anyone because you were the one who made it.

Now and then you could hear the low rumble of lightning in the distance. Not too close but not entirely far off. The evergreens, birch and a few sparing oaks protecting you from the onslaught of the wind. As the wind cascaded through their branches it sounded like the raw howl of banshee. It creeped you out a bit but it was something you’ve heard before. This forest home even in the looming hours of the night.

Eventually, you breached the forest and reached the shoreline. The rain had died down a little, just a light pitter-patter against your jacket. The sand was wet but solid as you stepped down onto it. Your feet sunk in just a bit held against your weight regardless.

Looking out you noticed the ocean was in havoc. Waves nearly half your height would roll in and crash down like a bomb along the shore. The ocean tugged the water back in a greedy fashion as if it wanted to consume the land. Tall white-tipped waves stretching far out into the bay. The scent of salt, seaweed, and something oh-so comforting gliding in the space between you and the water.

Gosh if it's this bad here, I wonder what it’s like out on the open sea right now.

You looked down the shoreline, spotting the docks more towards the middle of the bay off to your left. There lay a few fishing ships, all bobbing up and down like pelicans in the water. But of course those weren’t the boats your eyes stayed glued to.

The contrast between those boats and the absolute behemoth that was the Kid Pirates ship was amazing. It was a good distance away, much bigger looking than it had originally been when you first spotted it. Squinting your eyes you could still make out a few shadows of people walking along its deck.

Your memory started floating into the forefront of your mind. Days on a deck like that. Nights spent harboring the seas as you tossed and turned in your bed. It felt like ages ago. That part of your life was now foreign to you the second the incident happened.

I wonder what he would’ve wanted for me.

Grief sunk deep into the root of your being. Covering the very base of who you are in a thick, oily, and dark substance. One that no matter how many times you tried to wash it off, it just wouldn’t go away.

“Goddamn it,” You muttered, trying to will yourself out of the feelings you held. You looked over at the sea once again, eyes trailing off towards your right. A long line of huge boulders stretched out into the waters. Built to elongate the bay and protect the land from bigger waves.

Without a thought, you walked towards it. The jetty calling your name as it has done a million times.

Climbing up onto the slick boulders you made sure to stay towards the shoreline side. The other side of the boulders, facing towards the open ocean, getting berated with large waves. You could barely hear yourself think with how loud it was. The light spritz of water landed on you periodically as you slowly and carefully traversed the boulders. Algae, kelp, starfish, and mussels littered around you. Wanting to trip you up whenever they could.

This is stupid, I can’t see shit. You thought, using your hands to steady yourself on any taller outcroppings of rock as your feet trembled underneath you. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement. Excitement to do something dangerous. Excitement to try something so stupid.

Why am I like this? It’s cold and wet and I could fall into the ocean, get thrashed, and drown.

But you knew why you were like this. You knew exactly why and yet you still didn’t understand yourself. Feet moving without a thought. Your brain so focused on feeling something more than yourself that you don't care to stop.

At first, you didn’t even notice them. The pair of eyes watching you from a distance. Red-painted lips frowned in confusion as they eyed the familiar image of a girl seemingly trying to get herself killed.

In the cacophony of the waves and how they thrashed you heard another noise. A low deep whine of something in the distance. Your head perked up, blinking as if you had heard a ghost. As if the wind and waves were trying to talk to you. Thinking it was nothing you continued along until a second later you heard it again.

You looked out onto the sea towards your left, swallowing hard as you stared at the rocking waves just a few feet below you. You pressed your back up against a flat boulder at your side. Gripping onto it to keep your balance you finally glanced back at the shore.

What the-

An image of a man, a puffball-shaped man to be exact, standing at the edge of the shore right next to the jetty. You couldn’t make out his features but there was no denying who it was. His one intact arm waving and pointing toward something in your vicinity.

What the fuck?

The second you finished this thought something hit you.

Something dangerously cold and heavy enveloping you. Starting from the top of your head down to your toes. It burned your eyes as the cold sunk deep into your marrow.

Scraping your hands against the rock as you tried to stay upright, though the second it broke skin you were forced to let go. Your knees caving in under the insurmountable weight thrashed upon you.

One second you were standing and in the next you were getting sucked into the dark and desolate ocean below.

A/N: SHIT IS GETTING REAL YA’LL. BAD THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I wrote this with my eyes comically wide the whole time. Sorry to leave ya’ll on like a cliffhanger but it makes for good story telling so have fun suffering. Quirky reminder but Kid can’t swim. So like….yeah shes fucked. I mean she did it to herself but still. RIP Y/N 🙏 or a least RIP until the next chapter.

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Top 5 Skinner is annoyed with Mulder and Scully moments

okay this isn't really like him chewing them out but my top 5 "walter skinner doesn't need this" moments that make me giggle

1/ when mulder crashed the car and went missing in iwtb and skinner had to go pick scully up and he kept trying to calm her down and tell her to breathe and that mulder is fine

and he said "he wouldn't do anything crazy" and scully fully STOPPED to turn over and give him a LOOK

like this

it's lowkey my favorite moment in the movie because you can tell that scully is trying so hard to keep it together and her lip keeps quivering that whole scene until he says that line and she's just like???? i'm trying not to start screaming and your words of wisdom are "mulder wouldn't do anything crazy?????"

he's like girl i'm trying!!!! bless his heart

2/ when he asks mulder who the father of scully's baby is and mulder's just like "lol i dunno ask her" ...HE SUFFERS SO MUCH!!!

skinner was the first person to know about scully's pregnancy and the only person who was there for her for most of it and helping her, and he had made comments about mulder being the father before, so his ass knew. he's just like...so are y'all ready to be serious people or...?

mind you, at this point, skinner was the one who DUG MULDER'S COFFIN OUT OF THE GROUND!!!!!!!! just for him to behave like a deadbeat.

3/ when mulder was in the psych ward (the second time) and skinner was trying to help him and mulder just full-on physically attacked him to pass him a note written in BLOOD...girl WHAT?????

related: a couple years earlier when mulder was in the psych ward the first time for trying to shoot a man in skinner's office in front of him

4/ when mulder was on trial for murder and scully and skinner were like "we're gonna get you the best lawyer" and mulder's suicidal ass was like "lol no i don't want a lawyer skinman can defend me"

he suffers. so. much.

and then he DOES!!! he puts so much time and effort into trying to give mulder a good defense and mulder blocks like half their witnesses and is like i hope they DO give me death row, bitch!

once again can i remind you that skinner has already buried him

(also, that it was around this time that skinner had to tell him about william breaks my heart. but that's another conversation.)

5/ literally the entire episode of zero sum. skinner sold his soul to the devil to not only save scully, but to protect mulder too, and the whole time mulder is just cluelessly following behind like "almost figured out who sold their soul to the devil, boss!"

god it's literally so fucking funny like one of the funniest episodes of the show to me because it's like everyone forgets how good at his job mulder is until it's used against them

a few runner-ups but we could all go for ages:

all of the times that not only mulder and scully, but also clones of samantha, held him at gunpoint when he was just trying to help

the time mulder caught a sewer monster and skinner had to call the DA and ask how to prosecute it

this is an obvious one but the time mulder punched him because he’d been dosed with LSD

the line, "i helped A.D. skinner with his migraines. which he claims are due to you." that one of the baby agents says to mulder in s10

another favorite revival moment of mine is in this when mulder and scully are attacked and can't go home so skinner has to drive out to the woods and give them money

i don't even want to mention the time that mulder accidentally let a serial killer loose and then told skinner it was because of a dream

the reports that he has to read...the reports that he has to read....the reports that he has to read........

lol i just remembered when skinner brought krycek into mulder's office and mulder just SHOT up like a dog and tried to beat the shit out of him WORDLESSLY.

we love you so much skinman!

#thanks for the ask this was a laugh to think about!#asks

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To Call You Mine

Chapter 2

Authors note: this chapter heavily focuses on domestic violence so please read with caution

Warnings: domestic violence, borderline sa

Word count: 1715

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The ride home for Natasha and Bruce had been silent except for the small noises from the pup in the backseat. But as soon as they're through the front door his hand is around her throat as he presses her back against the wall. Her eyes go wide as she gasps in pain, and tears well up in her eyes as she holds her pup tightly.

“Bruce” she gasps, “Bruce, please”

“Shut. Up.” he growls, squeezing a bit tighter, “You know you're not supposed to be near her.”

“She was just saying hi” Nat defends, “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Bullshit! You didn’t tell her to leave and you didn’t leave! You wanted her there!” he yells, pressing her further into the wall

“Please Bruce, not while I hold Dima” she begs as her tears spill down her cheeks, “Please, I don’t want you to hurt him.”

He releases his hold on her, swiftly taking the pup from her grasp. She whines, following him without being told and watching as he walks the boy to his room and settles him into the small nest. He quietly leaves and gestures for her to go into the bedroom. As soon as she does, he slaps her across the face.

“You stupid bitch. Do you really think I would hurt my own son!?” he seethes

She whimpers, hand clutching her throbbing cheek, “No. Not on purpose. I just didn’t want an accident to- ”

“An accident?! I am careful with my son Natasha! I would never hurt him, I love him!”

“You tell me that too, yet it never stops you” she retorts, anger clear in her tone

He glares at her for a moment, before running a frustrated hand through his hair, “If you listened to me and looked at me with respect and love like you did her then maybe I wouldn’t hit you. But you don’t, so I have no choice. It’s the only way to keep you in line.”

She clenches her fists in anger. She's always known he knew about her feelings for you, otherwise he wouldn’t hate you so much or have rules for her not to be around you. But until now he's never actually confirmed it out loud, and honestly hearing it hurts her more than she thought it would. He took away her chance with you, her chance to be happy....how could anyone be so cruel.

She shakes her head, tears falling freely as a snarl builds on her lips, “I love her. I could have been happy with her- ”

“You should be happy with me!” he yells, pointing at her accusingly, “She was just there, just existing, but I did things for you! I pursued a career in science so I had a good job to provide for you and could relate to your mother! I bulked up and did work out routines to be more like your father! I put up with your annoying asshole of a little sister- ”

“Don’t talk about Yelena like that!” she yells, earning another slap to her face

“Don’t interrupt me!” He growls, “YA dazhe vyuchil russkiy dlya vas!(I even learned Russian for you!)”

“She would have done things for me too!” she retorts, “Things I actually wanted!”

He snarls, “Shut up! You're such an ungrateful mutt! I’ve given you a home, a pup! You should love me after all I’ve done for you!”

“You didn’t do anything for me! You did everything for you!” she yells, nearly getting in his face, “ I never wanted your house or your pups! I never wanted you! I hate you!!”

He roughly grabs her by the back of her neck, forcing her to her knees in a submissive position. The pain causes her to whine but she manages to turn it into a growl to show her defiance and contempt for him.

"I've had enough of your attitude Omega! You need to remember your place!" He growls, "I'm your Alpha- "

"You're not my Alpha!" She replies with a glare as hard as steel

He growls again, "I am! You'll never have Y/n! She's a sorry excuse for an Alpha anyway!"

"She's twice the Alpha you are!" She spits back, realizing her mistake far too late

His eyes flash dangerously as he looks down at her and the next thing she knows, she's being pulled to a standing position by her hair. She whines, hands grasping and clawing at his arm to get him to release her. And he does, only to punch her right in the face.

She falls backwards, landing on her ass as her arms guard her face in case he aims to hit her again. She can feel her cheek throbbing. It had already swelled thanks to his two slaps, but now she knows it’ll bruise. She worries he’ll expect her to remain here by his side until it fully heals so he doesn't have to explain himself to anyone or risk her telling you what he had done.

“Get up.” he orders

She ignores him, not even looking at him as he looms above her. She's so tired of this. The arguing, the hitting and the immense sadness she feels. She's had to deal with it for nearly two years and it's killing her. She just wants you, she wishes you could just swoop in and take her away from here.

“I said get up, Omega!” he roars, pulling her up by her hair once more causing her to yell out in pain.

He shoves her onto the bed and she whimpers as he grabs her by the back of the neck again, pushing her body down into the mattress. He carefully brushes the hair from her face, ignoring her tears as he continues to move his hand farther down until it comes to rest on the swell of her ass. She whines and wiggles her body in an attempt to get away from his touch.

“Maybe putting another pup in you would mellow you out, hm?” he asks as he squeezes her ass, “I’d love to fill you up again. I bet breeding you again would make you a good, obedient Omega for me.”

“No!” she cries out, thrashing in his hold, “I’m sorry! I'm sorry I didn't behave! Please don't!"

He sighs in frustration. He's getting tired of her still refusing his advances. By now she should have just given into him, fully becoming his like she was meant to be and marking him as her own. But she hasn’t. She still begs him to stop touching her instead of begging to be fucked and she refuses to have her face even be remotely near his scent gland. And this angers him.

“You're my Omega, Natasha. Mine.” he growls, right into her ear as he presses her face deeper into the mattress, “If I want another pup, then you’ll give me another pup.”

“Please don’t! Please!” she begs through her sobs, “I’m sorry! I’ll behave, I promise! Please Bruce, please don’t!”

“You're so pathetic.” he scoffs, finally letting her go

She sits up and scoots as far away from him as possible while remaining on the bed. He stands there a moment, watching her as she avoids his gaze and shakes with silent sobs. He can’t stand it when she acts like this. Acts like she would rather be anywhere else than here, with him.

“I can’t even look at you right now. I’m going back to the office to finish up a few things. I expect dinner to be ready for me by the time I get home. And afterwards, you're going to walk in here and undress. You're going to get on our bed and make yourself look nice and pretty for me on your hands and knees. If you don’t claim me when you take my knot, you won’t see Wanda ever again. Am I understood, Omega?”

Nausea overcomes her as his words sink in but she nods, not daring to upset him further, “Y-yes. I understand. I’ll…I’ll have everything ready.”

“Good.” he replies before heading out of the bedroom.

She stays where she is until she hears the front door slam and lock. She heads right for Dimas room, checking to make sure her beloved pup is safe. When she hears Bruces car peel out of the driveway she scoops her boy up and quickly carries him to her room.

She sets him on the bed before going to her closet. She pulls out two large duffle bags and a backpack. She fills them with everything important to her. Clothes, objects, money. Anything she knows she can’t leave behind to never be seen again. Once she has them packed she sets them by the front door before going back to her room and grabbing her son's diaper bag and another duffle bag.

She carries them and him back to his room and she begins to pack his things. Extra diapers, wipes, lotions and medicines go into the diaper bag as clothes, blankets, and toys go into the duffel. Once packed she sets them by the front door as well before heading back to his room to fold up his swing and grab his portable playpen. She sets them by the door as well as well as collecting his high chair from the kitchen. She then picks up the young pup and his diaper bag, quickly grabbing her car keys before heading out to her car in the garage.

She takes care to strap him into his carseat and places his diaper bag on the floor in front of him before she rushes back inside for more bags. She places his duffel and her backpack in the backseat next to her pup, before placing her own duffel bags the highchair, playpen and swing in the trunk.

Once everything is in the car she double checks that she has her phone and its charger. Satisfied that she has everything she needs she hops behind the wheel, opens the garage door and pulls out of the driveway. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and she begins to drive in the only direction her panicking mind can think of at the moment. If anyone could help her right now, she knew it would be Yelena.

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Lycan Gangsters

Female! Lycan/werewolf X GN! Reader

A/N: I’ll be honest w/ you I want to do more for pride month but I have no idea what to write. But, this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a whole month. I hope it’s enjoyable to read!

Word count: 2200

Synopsis: Lycan mafia lady kidnaps you due to witnessing a gang-related crime and makes you her bitch.

TW: Kidnapping, threatening, blood/violence/assault, gang-related activities, shoot-out mentioned, touching/overall sensual activities.

"Take the bag off." A husky voice demanded.

You struggled around, desperately trying to get the sack off yourself as a pair of hands forced you backward. The hands removed the bag roughly, leaving you in a state of disarray. Your eyes took a moment to adjust as you wheezed and coughed. The dust of the bag had suffocated your lungs.

Threatening eyes from around the room were ready to move at the flick of a wrist. They all bore daggers into you. Slender legs adorning polished black Oxfords were crossed in front of you, lazily waiting for you to come to your senses. The cement floor beneath you was riddled with dark stains you wouldn't dare to guess from. The splotches surrounded you, showing that you weren’t the first person to be in this position.

You wiped your mouth on your shirt, trying to remove the spit from your coughing fit. Eyes slowly adjusting, you saw who sat in front of you. In the dimly lit room, multiple people gawked at your slumped form. They either had their hands in a threatening grip or on a weapon. The sound of a lighter drew your attention back in front of you. A man with tattoos along his bulging arm pulled out a lit lighter next to the woman in front of you.

Her eyes shined an unnaturally gold color. From her pursed lips you saw sharp teeth, ones you had to look twice at to make sure they were really there. All the men in the room looked at her, waiting for her first move. She took the unlit cigarette in her mouth and put it to the lighter's flame, watching it begin to smoke. The man next to her flicked the lighter away and went back to his original position. Even as he did such a submissive task, he looked terrifying. The darkness of the room lingered around him, covering his face.

But the true fear lied with the woman who was so relaxed in front of you. She slouched down in her chair, raising her gaze slowly and patiently. Taking a long drawl of her cigarette, she looked to a man across the room and commanded him with her eyes. Without warning the man got up and cocked a gun against your head.

"Who are you?" She asked, not particularly interested in the answer.

"What the--Get that off me! Do you people have no respect!?” you yelled, glaring at the gun against your head. “Show at least SOME accommodation to your victims, I’ve been trapped in that bag for 2 damn hours--!"

The woman hardened her gaze.

"Shut your yapping, I asked you a question."

You frowned, angry at how this woman was treating you as if this whole situation was normal.

"A nobody. Nobody you need to concern yourself with. So let me go!"

The woman looked annoyed. She clenched her teeth and stared you down as a man plodded through the bolted door, a file in hand. It was thin, flimsy. He disrupted her interrogation by giving it to her without a word. She yanked it from his hands; he held his gaze downward and walked back out without a word. The exchange was incredibly unnatural in your eyes but appeared to be a routine to everyone else.

Scanning over the file with her cigarette in her mouth, she didn't take longer than a minute to read its contents. After, she looked as if she understood. Shutting the file she tossed it on the floor.

"My name's Lyntha. I don't usually kill nobodies who don't belong in our business," she started, seemingly watching for your expression to turn fearful again. "But you've got yourself in deep trouble here."

"What trouble?" You asked boorishly.

The woman let out a long puff of smoke and looked at you.

"What do you remember of last night?"

You looked down, trying to recall whatever she desired from you.

"Well, I woke up, went to work, and... that's it. What does it matter to you?

"Really?" She squinted at you. "And nothing weird seemed to happen? Nothing about last night?"

You were confused for a moment, unsure of what she meant. But then it hit. You remembered with ease once you felt the gun press harder into your skull.

"Oh." you gulped and looked down.

"Yeah." She took another puff from her cigarette, getting up."See, last night was supposed to be a simple trade. My guys were supposed to meet up with some men from another clan." You froze at the word 'clan.' "But that didn't go as planned. A shoot-out started. And you, you witnessed it." She pointed her cigarette at you.

You began to sweat, tugging at the rope against your wrists. You knew there was no chance of escape, but the possibility of your death at this moment was beginning to claw at you, destroying your thought of reason.

The man next to you pushed the gun against your skull, making your head turn sideways. You winced in pain as he leered at you. He had teeth as sharp as a sharks gleaming between his lips. In fact, everyone in the room seemed to.

"Johnny that's enough."

He hesitated, watching the woman walk around you.

"But Boss-"

"Enough." Lytha commanded. Her eyes said enough: 'Don't make me hurt you.'

The man named Johnny reluctantly backed off, pulling the gun away. But not before he spit next to you, watching you as he walked away.

You sneered back at him and tugged against your restraints once more. "Good. Call your guard dog away, seems like he needs some more training."

Johnny turns back, stomping towards you.

"You little--"

But Lytha gets in the way, snapping him out of his angry rage as she grips his shoulder and pushes him back. He growls and curls his fist.

“Do something about this bitch, Lytha!”

“I’m working on it. In the meantime calm yourself else I’ll use you as an example.”

Johnny stepped back, snarling and watching you. You knew with this woman, it’d be unlikely that he’d lay a finger on you without her consent.

“Yeah go back to your friends like a good pet. You’re all her bitches, aren’t you?”

With that snide comment, Johnny couldn’t hold back. He roared and came down on you with his fist. Slipping past Lytha, he punched you square in the nose. You bent over from pain and shock.

Johnny tried to go back for more but was held back. He snarled, and from what you could see through watery eyes, his face looked like a rabid wolves. So much for the supposed protection.

"Alright everyone, out." Lytha demanded.

Johnny was barely constrained by the other men in the room. He began to shake, his body turning jagged and twisting at impossible angles. His eyes glowed a bright gold, pupils dilating as his hand reached for you. The man’s nails stuck out longer and his face grew narrower. It was an unsightly scene as he was torn out of the room.

Everyone present in the room filed out due to Lytha’s commands, taking a good look at your slowly bleeding face as they smirked and scoffed.

Sputtering out a cough you teared up from the stinging. The blood dripping from your nose ran down to your lips and chin, making your mouth taste like metal. You swore he must have cracked something from the intense tingle you felt in your nostrils. The pain was fiery and all over, taking its time to subside as the last person finished walking out. From outside the room, you could hear Johnny yelling to be let go to have another round at you. It was safe to say you hadn’t made friends with your captors so far.

The metal door swung shut, its crisp echo bouncing off the walls and making your ears hurt. That blow had heightened your senses bringing more anguish forth. You looked up at Lytha, trying to regain yourself as best as possible. If that man could make you bleed from one punch without breaking a sweat, you didn’t know what else these kidnappers could be capable of.

Lytha took another blow from her cigarette and blew down at you, glaring disapprovingly. Her arms were crossed as she watched you try to rub the blood away on your shoulder. Your wrists pulled against the ropes as you bent over, making them ache and burn. Sitting back up, you waited for the woman in front of you to make her move.

She looked scarier now that you were alone with her, ominous even. Her shirtless blazer was a crisp black that appeared far more costly than anything you owned. The woman herself looked expensive, as she didn’t have a pinch of dust on her clothes or a hair out of place.

Lytha stalked toward you, shoes clicking on the cement floor. Her eyes began to shine in the shadowed room, and once short fingernails were now digging into her cigarette. But, her face stayed the same, not growing narrow and furry like Johnny’s just yet. But she seemed to be bigger; more threatening as she got closer.

Your neck strained as you looked upward to stare at her, being only mere inches away from you now. As if she wasn’t tall before, now she was nearly at the height of the swinging light above you. The woman sat down on your legs. She straddled your waist with her thighs and came close to you, planting her hands on the back of the chair. You leaned back, suddenly aware of how close she had gotten. Her body was directly on top of yours, weighing harshly on your shaking legs.

Lytha stared you down, taking a long sip of her cigarette. Somehow, you wished that everyone who left would come back; it was far less threatening when you knew there were others present. But now, you were alone.

Resting both her hands behind you, she blew a great wave of smoke into your face. You coughed hoarsely, the air not boding well for your dry, metal-tasting mouth.

“I wonder how long it’d take for that attitude of yours to falter,” She said as you bowed your head to cough. “You practically invite yourself to be broken with such a dirty mouth.”

You swallowed harshly, ready to spit back an insult at her. But Lytha got to you too quickly, taking advantage of your vulnerabilities. Grabbing your neck, she placed her thumb lightly on your jugular. Her sharpened nail dug gently into your skin. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but enough to warn you that she could tear you to pieces.

“What--”

“I’d like to kill you, I really would.” She started, staring at the soft skin of your neck. “But I’m afraid I’m too interested in seeing how long you can make it against me. How long you, some…’nobody’, can last, without cracking.”

You clenched your teeth as she lifted your chin with her other hand, holding her cigarette in between her plump lips.

“Are you threatening me?” You asked, both out of curiosity and fear.

“Are you surprised? I don’t have the title of ‘boss’, to a league of bastard gangsters for nothing.”

Your eyes scanned Lytha for any possible weaknesses, any ways for you to target her and beat her at her own game. But you found nothing; instead, her exposed brown skin looked nearly flawless, its glimmer putting your own skincare routine to shame. The tattoo ranging from her neck to her shoulder was now more visible to you, the symbols and intricate details showing some kind of lettering and the body of a writhing snake.

Her side-swept hair fell over her face perfectly, making you nervous. She smelled like smoke and sage, the scents making her proximity all the more suffocating. But what was even more worrying, was how good she smelt. You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing in her aroma as she leaned in closer to you. Coincidentally, She began to move in further to your neck, sniffing you.

“Th-the hell are you doing?” You croaked.

“You reek of fear and defiance. It’s hard not to relish in something you can only find every decade or so.”

Lytha leaned farther into your neck, moving her claw-like hands to grab your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your skin even more. Her nose and lips tickled you as she pressed herself against you, bare chest against yours. You swore you could feel canines digging into your flesh, but she moved too quickly for you to ask. Her hands move to steady you, one on your hip and the other on your collar. But that wasn’t the end of her teasing and interest. She moved in to give a long lick; lapping up the dribbles of blood from your lower lip, her teeth lightly nipping your jaw.

“So,” You shakily gulped, trying to keep a defiant face. “What are you going to do with me?”

Lytha smirks, staring at you with narrow eyes and a slowly disfiguring face, turning from her once human appearance to something unnatural, and uncanny; similar to a canine.

“Keep you.”

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banannabethchase · 10 months

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Can I get 9E with JungleCorpse?

(Or a Mox pairing of your choice if JungleCorpse is too much to ask…)

Take a Picture (It'll Last Longer) - also on AO3

Mox opens his phone to see a photo from Matt Jackson that definitely wasn't meant for him.

Dialogue 9: “Five star match? More like five star ass.”, Scenario E: Texted something sensitive to the wrong number

I straight up have no idea how to write Jungle Boy so here have some MoxMatt nonsense.

And. Um. I went a little overboard. Oops. I hope you like it!

Mox studies the photo. It's gotta be a mistake, is the thing. Matt Jackson, especially now, has only ever sent him work related information.

So the image of Matt posing in the mirror, stark naked, with his ass front and center, is a surprise. He’s looking over his shoulder almost coyly, like he knows what the photo would do to the receiver. And then Mox is suddenly desperate to know who the photo was meant for.

He opens his other messages to text Bryan to come over, or maybe Yuta, but he flips back to Matt’s message. As much as he hates the guy, it feels like he's leaking nudes to show this to anybody else. Also, as an EVP, he's pretty sure Matt could have him blacklisted, and Mox would possibly deserve it.

five star matches? more like five star ass, he decides to text. He hesitates briefly before hitting send. And then he does it.

He grins as the call comes through seconds later. "Hey, Bucky boy," he chuckles, getting comfortable in his chair. "What could this call be about?"

"Don't call me Bucky boy," Matt snaps. "And I implore you to delete that picture off your phone. It went to the wrong person. Obviously."

"Implore?" Mox asks. "What a word. Gonna have talk less fancy to me, baby."

"Don't call me baby!"

"You sent me an ass pick, Matthew." It's all Mox can do not to laugh. "I can't call you Bucky boy, I can't call you baby. What can I call you?"

"You can call me Matt," he says. He sounds like a prissy bitch, even just on the phone. "And, seriously, please delete it."

"Can I look a little more first?" Mox asks. He puts the phone on speaker and pulls the phone up. "Who was it meant to go to?"

"None of your business," Matt grumbles.

"You look great," Mox says, because he's only a man and a hot man is a hot man. Even if he is annoying as hell. "Could bounce a quarter off that thing."

"Yeah?" Matt's tone is different now, almost preening.

Mox leans into a hunch. "Your back looks great, too. Definition's crazy."

Matt makes a strange, self satisfied little noise. "Well, I was doing a lot of leg days and lots of glutes when my arm was injured, so I had to catch up over a few weeks in the top half." He pauses for a second. "My biceps are massive right now."

"Maybe next time you accidentally sext your boyfriend you could send that bicep shot to me, too." Mox is having fun, sure, but he's not pleased by the fact that it's not just fun. His dick is far more interested than he expected at the idea of Matt, standing in front of some hotel mirror, posing for a camera.

What he might look like posing for Mox.

"He is not my boyfriend," Matt says sharply. "Sometimes it takes some creative photography to get laid, okay?"

Mox lets that sink in. "Not your boyfriend, huh?"

"Getting fucked by Brody King? Doable. Dating him? Couldn't handle his spooky friends."

Mox almost misses the second part because he half slides off his chair. "You're fucking Brody King?"

"Yeah," Matt says. "We hook up every once in a while, but ever since he's moved over to Collision I haven't met up with him." He sighs, mournfully, and Mox thinks he knows exactly what Matt is suggesting. "Per the photo, I'm getting a little -" He cuts himself off.

"Say it," Mox goads. "Come on. You were gonna say desperate."

"Was not!"

"Were too." Mox laughs. "It's okay, baby.” He shouldn’t say it. He should be professional about this. “I'm in room 245 if you want to take care of that desperation."

Matt's quiet for a second, and Mox crosses his fingers that he didn't just commit a big enough HR violation that he's officially fired. "This is a terrible idea."

"Never claimed to be the king of good ones."

"I'll be there in five."

Mox tidies the place up, not enough to look like he cares, but enough to not be gross, and spends a full thirty seconds trying to figure out where to sit before remembering he has to get up to get the door anyway.

There's a knock on the door, and he nearly jumps. He shakes it off and walks to the door, opening it as nonchalantly as possible. "Hey."

"This is a stupid idea," Matt says, stepping into Mox's hotel room. "Possibly the worst ever." He glances behind him as Mox shuts the door, then pulls his shirt off over his head.

Mox opens his mouth to say something, but his mouth freezes in a gape. "Holy fuck," he mutters.

"What?" Matt asks. The fucker flexes.

"Did you get a pump in before you came here? Jesus Christ." Mox reaches out and touches before he can stop himself. Even the injured arm is huge, biceps the size of his head. "Lift much?"

Matt's grin goes self-satisfied and cocky. "Didn't need a pump. This is just how I look."

Mox licks his lips. "Doubt your ass looks as good in person."

Matt locks eyes with Mox as he shimmies out of his sweatpants. Mox's eyes flicker down at Matt's cock, already red and hard, then flicks back up. Matt turns around slowly, and there's that outrageously perfect ass in front of him. He's like a man possessed as he steps up to Matt and grabs a handful. "Christ," he murmurs. "Even better in person."

"I know," Matt sighs. His cheeks are pink. "It's why I feature it in all my thirst traps."

"Your Instagram looks nothing like this," Mox says. He slides his hands along Matt's arms, his sides, his toned stomach. He reaches up to tweak one of Matt's nipples, and Matt sighs.

"I don't post the good stuff to Instagram," Matt chuckles. He drops his head back on Mox's shoulder.

"No, you sure fuckin' don't," Mox mutters. "Go get on the bed.”

“You could say please,” Matt says, and he grinds that perfect ass into Mox’s cock. He thinks he can feel how soft it is, even through his basketball shorts.

Mox groans. “Jesus, fuckin’ – don’t be a bitch about it.”

“I’m a bitch about everything,” Matt says, circling his hips slowly. “Why would I be any different here?”

Mox slides his hand down and wraps it around Matt’s cock, gathering precome to aid in the glide, and watches as Matt lazily thrusts up into his hand.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Mox murmurs into Matt’s ear. He catches his earlobe in his teeth. Matt whines.

“Never been given a hand job before even kissing a guy,” Matt quips.

Mox turns him around and leans in, kissing Matt hard. Matt gives as good as he gets, sliding his arms around Mox’s neck and pulling him in closely. Mox slides his hands down Matt’s perfect back to grab Matt’s ass in both hands. The kiss is better than it should be – hot and wet and filthy, Matt’s tongue talented in ways Mox couldn’t have imagined, and Mox needs him naked and on him right now.

He walks them backwards and shoves Matt onto the bed. He bounces and crawls up. The fucker poses.

“Don’t get cute about it now, you little shit,” Mox growls.

“You like me cute,” Matt says, fluttering his eyelashes. “Oh, actually.” He rolls over, popping his ass up. “I think you like me like this.”

“I would love it if you shut up.”

“I think you would love it if I didn’t.”

With an exasperated groan, Mox chucks off his clothes and gets up behind Matt, grabbing his ass again. He can’t keep his hands off of it.

“Check my shorts,” Matt singsongs. “EVPs. Always prepared.”

“Again,” Mox says, finding what he needs in Matt’s pocket. “Shut up.”

“Nah,” Matt says, throwing a shit eating grin over his shoulder. “You like it when I talk.”

Mox works Matt open quickly, the two of them shit talking back and forth at each other the whole time, and he hates how fun this is, how good it is. Matt is funny. He’s funny and cute and sexy and Mox hates it.

He twists his fingers, drawing a delightful half laugh, half moan, from Matt that goes straight to his dick. “Yeah,” Mox says as he watches his fingers pump in and out. “Fuck, you sound as pretty as you look.”

Matt laughs, fucking himself back on Mox’s fingers. “Thought you said you wanted me to shut up?”

“Fuckin – I’m gonna fuck you now.”

“Took you long enough.”

Mox can’t fight an eye roll as he slides on the condom and pulls Matt’s hips back to meet his cock.

“Come on, man,” Matt says, wiggling. “Give it to me.” He looks over his shoulder and sends such an annoying grin over his shoulder.

Mox doesn’t want to go too fast, to spook Matt, for reasons he’s not willing to examine, and slowly pushes in, the heat turning his vision blurry. “Fuck,” he sighs. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

“I know,” Matt says, pushing back on Mox’s cock as he balances on his elbows. “You, too. You can go as hard as you want, by the way. I gotta be back in the hotel room in,” he checks his watch, “about fifteen minutes when Nick gets back from the gym, so faster is better.”

“Sorry,” Mox says, fucking into Matt a little harder, “you have a time limit on this?”

“Always do,” Matt says, meeting every one of Mox’s thrusts. “Part of the fun is sneaking around. And, if Nick finds out, he’ll be so annoying.”

Mox laughs, having more fun than he should be. “He takes after his big brother.”

“Alright,” Matt says, interrupting himself with a gasp, “oh, yes, there, but let’s stop talking about Nick, okay?”

“Noted,” Mox says.

The chatter is…strange at worst and entertaining at best, Mox thinks, and he and Matt find a rhythm more quickly than they should. Matt incredibly demanding, insisting on faster, harder, slower, a different angle, and Mox firing back with equal attitude. He’s not used to being the less bratty one in the room, is the thing, and he finds he enjoys it.

“Grab my dick,” Matt demands. “I wanna come.”

“You could say please.”

“Alright,” Matt says. “Please pound me into oblivion while jerking me off.”

Mox feels like he really should have a retort for that, because what the fuck, but instead he just sighs and spits in his hand before wrapping it around Matt’s cock. Matt makes the prettiest little sound at the touch, and Mox watches in fascination as Matt presses his face to the mattress, whimpering.

“Almost,” Matt gasps. “Come on, harder, get me there.”

The two of them are quiet for the first time since Matt showed up, and then, without warning, Matt cries out so loud Mox is startled. Matt comes all over Mox’s hand and his sheets. He clenches down on Mox’s cock so hard Mox sees stars, and he can’t help but fuck into Matt at lightning speed.

“Fuck, Matt,” Mox grunts, and then he comes so hard his knees almost give out.

They’re quiet again for a few seconds as Mox comes down from it, and then Matt turns his head to look up at Mox.

“Oops,” he says, not looking apologetic at all, “got your sheets all messy. Hope you have extras in the closet.” He rolls over onto his back, frowning down at the wet spot.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mox laughs. He pulls out slowly and takes care of the condom. “You need a towel.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, now you’re polite.” Mox grabs the towel and tosses it to Matt, who catches it deftly.

Matt mops himself up almost daintily. “Thanks. You good?”

“So good,” Mox chuckles. He jumps into the bed next to Matt, barely missing the wet spot. He can’t stop smiling. He can’t stop wanting to do this again.

“Wanna know a secret?” Matt asks, hands behind his head, far more comfortable than Mox thinks he should be in another man’s bed.

“Sure,” Mox says, turning to look at him. He’s expecting something about the sex, or him, or, hell, their upcoming match.

“Your dick is bigger than Brody’s.”

Mini Playlist (inspired by bimbocore music don't judge me)

Selfie - The Chainsmokers Hi, I'm a Slut - Lil Mariko I'm So Hot - Chrissy Chlapecka Minute - Kim Petras

#I...don't know how this happened #I went from severely blocked to 2k of MoxMatt smut in like an hour #MoxMatt #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #midniterose

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yuri-for-businesswomen · 8 months

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omg i hate this man at my new job! besides sabotaging me, he always starts conversations with the other man in our office space (he is actually nice but definitely looks up to that guy) and i will make little comments if i have something to add and he gets sooo pissed off anytime i say something and then reluctantly reacts but often he will literally turn to the other guy and address him directly to exclude me from the conversation lol. and then anytime i say something work-related or otherwise he cuts me down and gets annoyed. im like kill them with kindness and extra nice but im so fucking pissed off. he is also trying to humiliate me by treating me like im a stupid child in front of the other coworkers, like today i had to put a pdf in a folder and he was like „can you do that?“ bitch i have work experience as an assistant i was literally trained as an office clerk like… makes my blood boil

#personal

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heavyskysystem · 4 months

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more cederic venting

"And if I had to put myself in Joshuas shoes, I think I would have to come from a way more negative experience than what im currently having. I dont think im capable of putting myself in a feeling state that negative. You took care of me, I think in the beginning maybe I couldve related more to being like him, I had a few .. expecations towards you he also held. But I shedded them quickly. Getting to truly know you was a delight to me. Not filtering you by these.. expecations ive inheritted from Joshua. He wanted you to be this warm, heartfelt emotional person that youre just not.. But its okay, its okay to be a bookworm, youre not even "cold" how he saw you. Youre just distanced, shy. Careful. Maybe very aggressive sometimes, congratulations on fusing with Lilith to that degree that you can do that. Ive had a lot of that aimed at me. And supposedly you had to get that under control, but I kind of like that about you. And Joshua.. Joshua has to have been in a world of pain to be so blind to all these positive aspects of you that I now get to enjoy. But if he wants to be an idiot and miss out, he can be. Ill be over here enjoying myself and getting all the benefits being loved by you has. I know you wanted whats best for him til he hurt you to badly, just how it was with me many times over. But I always got another chance, begrundingly, cause you hated yourself for being so forgiving. But it is obviously the only reason I can stand here and gush about you without instantly needing to sabotage. I broke out of Joshuas patterns, having only half the similarities to him. But hes still in you, in us, somewhere.. and it makes me uneasy. I dont want him here. And I doubt hed want me here if he got how well I often treat you. How openly I profess to loving you and caring for you. He wouldnt get how good that feels. Shitty little liar. He cant have what I have if hes not honest. He called you a liar a lot, called you to cold, but hes so much more of a liar than you are. Adam and I, and Lilith, maybe Fiona too to a degree even if more carefully cause of the damage shes done.. we get to enjoy something. and maybe youre really sad for him, that hell never allow that. but he had no issue letting your friends care for him. he only dunked on you specifically. he couldve. if he doesnt want to let the host love him, hes in for a world of hurt. he might hate it, try to deny it, but as long as we cannot front with the same frequency as adam could or Lilith, we are.. stuck co-fronting with you and living through you. If he wants to make that into a prison jail and bitch and moan he can, ill be over here enjoying myself. If Adam, Adam the most controlling and domineering person I know is capable of seeing good int his situation, and he could front, he chooses not to, he sees this as your life, you have a right to it .. if even he sees it that way. Why cant Joshua? Sure Joshua is an annoying little bastard. But if the big bad Adam that is out to get others, surely had to fight urges of hurting you that were so much worse than Joshuas.. then I dont get why Joshua couldnt. Really all because he had hopes of being host? This is something he wasnt to begin it, its crystal clear to me. Hes not any more formed than I am. I am at a point where I can accept the depth I lack, and that only because I feel how much you love me in spite of it. But please never call me a fragment again, that one really hurt me. I am more than a fragment. Even if im not a full person like you. Im still a person. Joshua.. just couldve had so much of what I enjoy on the daily.. maybe its bad that youre the height of it for me, because im kind of stuck with you constantly.. but you are. And id rather this is positive than negative. Maybe to Joshua this really is nothing but a jail cell and hes incapable of arranging himself with it, maybe he has a zest for life I do not have, is more energetic than me, has more drive.. atleast towards the social things. Maybe. Maybe he has something I dont. But id still never want to take figuring it out from you."

#cederic #vent #itll feel good to come back to this in the future nd see this in his tag im sure

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turtlemagnum · 1 year

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KOTOR and KOTOR2 main cast and their relations to video games

this is a mostly jokey, headcanon-y "what if" in regards to if video games existed as they do irl in the star wars universe. try not to think about it too hard, and this is also presupposing neutral/light side for the core cast because that's how i played the games and i don't have the constitution to actively choose bad things in video games

revan: in terms of raw skill, they're virtually unmatched. doesn't matter if it's a fighting game, a puzzle game, nor a grand strategy game, there's an extremely solid chance they'll kick your ass. they also get extremely competitive, impeccable shit-talking game that'll throw off all but the most stoic; but they also get angry in a very funny way on the rare times they do lose. one of the few mortals that can comprehend 5d chess with multiverse time travel. is a tier whore, mains one of the high tier anime swordfighters in smash (i think lucina?)

carth: you know those boomer dads that absolutely wrecked shit up in arcades back in the 70s and 80s, but anything past the NES or SNES they just... don't get? that's carth, if you put him in front of a pacman or galaga cabinet, he'd wreck shit up, but if you showed him a smash brother or a mario he'd just squint

bastilla: i feel like if she were a gamer at all, she'd probably be into platformers and life simulation games, maybe the occasional 2D JRPG if she's feeling especially spicy. would probably play the shit out of stardew valley or kirby, ya feel me? when playing smash, she'd specifically choose one of the prettyboy anime fighters. not because they're high tier, she's probably never heard of a tier list in her life, she just likes how they look

mission vao: extremely good at video games, especially for her age. probably the only one on the ebon hawk who even comes close to rivaling revan in terms of raw skill aside from the droids, but droids playing video games is cheating tbh. probably pretty omnivorous in terms of game taste, but probably leaning towards anything violent/fast paced, e.g. shooters like DOOM or smash bros. is the reason why the crew regularly plays mario party, and since she's mildly luckier than revan and has almost as much skill, she fairly regularly wrecks revan's ass. is also probably around the right age to get wayyy into minecraft tbh. game and watch main

juhani: gamer god reflexes, absolute jack shit for gamesense. if a game requires mashing, precise movements and the like, she's likely golden; but she's terrible at reading her opponent/things that require extensive forethought. overall, pretty good at fighting games and the like, though frankly i feel like she wouldn't be a huge gamer

jolee: while old, this man is a gamer god. he's like, skyrim grandma type guy, can play games normally for the most part despite being ancient. also probably tends towards single player open world games and extremely dense RPGs, this man will play morrowind and planescape: torment until he's dead and rotting. despite being great at RPGs and singleplayer shit, it's mostly because he knows how to minmax all the technical shit/knows the exploits and glitches and all that, in terms of raw gameplay (and thus, in multiplayer games), he leaves something to be desired. if you manage to talk him into playing smash, he specifically chooses mii gunner with the sans outfit just to annoy revan specifically, figures it doesn't matter if he chooses a bad character if he's gonna lose, so he might as well get a laugh out of it

canderous: this man will relentlessly bully you for playing video games, but if you coaxed him well enough you could probably get him to play something violent, like DOOM or GTA. once you've got him in, he'll most likely relent, but now you have to deal with this boomer son of a bitch yelling at kids in GTA online and blaring rip and tear while everyone else is trying to sleep

HK-47 and T3M4: both are roughly about as good as one another at games, which is to say that they're both goddamn AIs who can consistently perform frame perfect tricks and make every game into a live TAS. you have better odds against them in, say, chess, or perhaps even 5D chess with multiverse time travel. of course, they're not programmed to be good at video games, so any game they play they'd start off bad, but they learn startlingly quickly and playing against them is generally unfair enough to be extremely unfun. both also shittalk relentlessly, though T3 is a lot more vulgar, it's just that most of the crew can't speak binary. HK tries to be a bit more "refined" in his insults, while T3 is peak 13 year old on xbox live, except more eloquent and creative since he's still got an adult tier of intellect. one last remark is that HK isn't as good at thinking in the longterm as T3, so T3 kicks his shit in at grand strategy games like civ and the like

zaalbar: is it bigoted for me to assume this man has never touched a video game in his life? i don't think so, i feel like chewbacca would wreck han's ass at video games, so i don't think it's because he's a wookie. i think zaalbar is basically just a boomer

the exile: honestly about as good as revan at games, it's just that they're not as much of a tryhard. despite this, they have inhuman amounts of luck. so, essentially, they're the Fearesome Monarcke of mario party in terms of how often they win, but everyone still has a good time since they're a good sport about it. the exception is that whenever atton gets into his Gamer Rage, the exile knows exactly how to press his buttons and thinks it's funny. they generally have the most fun playing multiplayer games, especially co-op, so naturally they tend towards a lot of nintendo stuff (though, occasionally they get the urge to pubstomp in TF2 or some other shooter.... may the force have mercy on the poor souls who face them, for they have none to spare...) zelda main in smash

brianna: until meeting the exile, this girl has never touched a video game in her life. though, once she's acclimated, she's surprisingly good. especially likes fighting games/games where you can punch, for what i hope are obvious reasons. also loves to play multiplayer games with the exile, and while she can get a bit heated she definitely tends towards more zen levels of play. would main captain falcon in smash

kreia: refuses to play the exile's party games on principal, though if she thinks she can get away with it she'll absolutely fuck with atton's controller with the force. if she does play games, i think she'd lean towards singleplayer RPGs with good writing, especially if it permits amoral characters, so she'd probably love fallout: new vegas. also? hardcore PC gamer, if her computer skill is anything to go by

visas: also hadn't touched a game before meeting the exile, though due to her blindness, she's incapable of playing games without some manner of accessibility aid. but even if she wasn't blind, i feel like she'd be kinda bad at video games, though she'd absolutely enjoy spending quality time with the others (even if she wouldn't like to admit it). while not video games necessarily, i feel like the exile would probably get something like one of those chess boards where the pieces are designed to all be differentiated from texture alone, and she'd really appreciate the gesture

atton: peak toxic gamer boy, shit-talks relentlessly, gets really into it. would honestly be a bit too much for some people (read: kreia), but most of the crew think it's funny, albeit to varying degrees. in terms of gameplay skill, he'd probably be about average? but with anything to do with probability, he's a savant at crunching the numbers (playing pazaak). would honestly consider cheating in online multiplayer games, the rascal. man mains pikachu in smash, he tries to write himself off as a tier whore but he secretly just thinks the little guy's cute

bao dur: this man is a god gamer at puzzle and fighting games specifically. in tetris, he'll stack em up like you wouldn't believe, could honestly be a speedrunner. in something like tekken, not only would he be absurdly good in terms of raw gameplay, this man can read your inputs like a goddamn book. gets really competitive with brianna, probably has that thing where you absentmindedly play tetris in your head. also, war games are absolutely too much for him, i feel like he'd react to the battlefront games in the same way that ww2 veterans allegedly react to CoD

mical: this man plays the sims, cheesy old PC point and click adventure games, and nothing else. he's a master at the oregon trail, but if you were to put him into anything with more reactive gameplay he'd crumble to dust. still plays mario party with the exile and everyone else, and while he has fun, it's because he's with good friends, in terms of gameplay he'd look like he was throwing to an outside observer

G0-T0: you'd imagine he'd be like the other droids, but no. he's that nerd boy who's all like, "heh, this is simple, all i have to do are these elementary calculations" only to fall flat on his face, every time. bro can't even play chess. the only person who will lose to mical

hanharr: i have the least experience with him out of any KOTOR companion, due to my aforementioned lack of desire to intentionally be evil in video games. but, i feel like this man wouldn't touch a video game with a twenty yard pole, both out of a lack of desire and a lack of ability. again, trying not to be bigoted against wookies, i just feel like the two we see in the KOTOR games would specifically, as individuals, be bad at video games

mira: shooters, stealth games, and any combination of the two. would love the stealth parts of the MGS games, would play the shit out of the thief games, boomer shooters like half life etc. slightly better than atton at the exile's goddamn party games, which she relentlessly taunts him with. mains snake in smash, plays incredibly lame and spammy

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Andy & Hale.storm Songs

this post, is Halesto.rm Songs that relate to Andy, or ones I heavily associate with her and why. ft mentions of; Mac, Jamie, Storm, Evanie, Alan and her parents.

Beautiful with You: Andy has always been the tomboy type of girl, not what one would deem a ‘beauty queen’, especially by her mother and step mother’s standards of being female. And, this is something that Andy has silently struggled with, and there are a few people she feels good in her own skin around, and that is Vulgar Crown ( Mac, Jamie & Storm ), as they’re the first people too look deep inside her, and take her flaws in all. They are also the first people she actually opens up too, and allows herself to be vulnerable with.

Stranger Girl: She is the type of person to, just - really not care. She has long forgone trying to live up to people’s expectations. Especially that of her parents, often joking that she is her mother’s worst nightmare, while Evanie is her mother’s dream. Andy has embraced the way she is, and gladly takes tiles like ‘Strange Girl’ or ‘Little Miss Misfit’ would prefer them over ‘the girl next door’. She will also not change for anyone.

Private Parts: This song, would and 100% be a song, that is more sung about her, as she is pretty closed off when it comes to romantic love, not wanting to let anyone in too close because she is, and always has had this underlying feeling of second best that developed in her childhood due to her parents treatment of her vs their treatment of Evanie. She has left someone because they told her ‘i love you’ - like, that is how deep it runs - honestly, she’s scared of romantic love. but, she would never want to let who ever it ends up being to feel like it’s their fault - because she knows it’s her fault.

You Call Me A Bitch Like It’s a Bad Thing: YCMABLIABT is a song I would associate her with, in general - but it aim it at someone, would be towards her stalker, Alan. As Alan whenever she would reject him, would often resort to calling her a bitch, or slut shaming her ; as he is the main reason there were rumours of her sleeping with VC was ever spread. It was a cycle that would rinse and repeat. He would ask her out, annoy her on social media, she’d reject him / block him, and he’d call her names, stop for a while before starting up again - even whenever she blocked him.

Hate it When You See Me Cry: Andy is someone who hates showing the vulnerable side of her. Viewing it as a sign of weakness, or of her parents words getting to her. While her feisty exterior is true, she is still human after all and she bottles up her emotions, especially the sad ones. The only people she has cried in front of to date is Mac, Jamie & Storm. She also very much is aiming to never cry in front of Evanie - no matter the circumstance.

Uncomfortable: Much like, Strange Girl, this song very much encompasses Andy and the way she does. That she doesn’t care about your opinion on what she does. She is sick of having to fit into a mould of what people want her to be - or what they think of her. She also very much, is the kind of person to do things because you said she couldn’t.

I Come First: When it comes to her, she puts herself before anything else. It’s something that she has learnt to prioritise. It’s why, Mac, Jamie & Storm do not meet Evanie until Andy is secure in the relationship that she is building back with her sister. Her keeping them apart had been her putting herself first, even if it may seem selfish.

Break In: Much like Beautiful with You, there is so little people she lets in - that she lets her defences down around. This song, very much is her describing how her boys have wedged their way into her heart and allowing her to be her, and seeing all the broken parts of her and still allowing her to call them home - because that is what they are to her, home.

#a. daines aesthetic #a. daines canons

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BTS Reaction || Kid Says “You’re Not My Mum” [Request]

MASTERLISTS

A/N: As usual the son will always be named the same name 😅 “Jae” yes …I know…So…So original

SEOKJIN:

It wasn't a secret that you weren't the biological mother to Jin's son, but you had raised him for most of his life and you were treated as though you were his mother. It was something you always loved about being included in Jin's family.

"Hey...What are you doing?" You laughed awkwardly as you came out of the kitchen to see your son staring at you. He'd been trying to head out of the front door and he didn't think either you or Jin were awake, it was pretty late at night.

"I was going to get some milk," He lied and it was an awful lie since he was dressed up,

"In a leather jacket, jeans and a smart shirt?" You raised an eyebrow, putting your hand on your hip. You knew he had been sneaking out lately which was why you had made a point to keep yourself awake this week to catch him.

"What do you care?" He snapped bitterly as you stared at him, a little taken back at the sudden tone he was talking with you. In all the years you'd raised him he'd never once spoken to you like this before, it was a little jarring, to say the least.

"I care because you're 16 and shouldn't be sneaking out to parties all of the time, go to your room." You mumbled, a little too annoyed to take the nice cop routine right now but you weren't going to snap. You just wanted him to go back to bed and you wouldn't tell Jin you'd caught him trying to sneak out.

"God, you're being such a bitch. Did you always have this stick up your ass?!" He yelled a little, it made your heart sink. The once kind and loving boy you had raised turning into a mouthy teenager,

"I'm looking out for you-"

"You don't have to, you're not my mother!" He yelled out once again. This time you could barely find the words to speak,

"Go to your room," Jin spoke out from the top of the stairs as he looked at you. Tears were beginning to well up in your eyes and you could hardly believe what he had said to you.

"Baby?" Jin whispered once his son began to, begrudgingly, storm off up the stairs to his room.

"You okay?" You nodded, even though it was a lie. You knew that teenagers rebelled against their parents but you never would have expected this.

"He didn't mean it, he's just mad." You mumbled, but it sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself of that statement rather than Jin.

"I don't care, he's grounded and I'm taking his phone away," Jin grumbled, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer to him, there was no way he was going to let this slide.

YOONGI:

As soon as you'd gotten the phone call from Jae you knew that there was something wrong. He'd been slurring the whole time and you could hear loud music blaring out in the back of the call. Luckily for both of you, Yoongi was working late and would have no idea his son had been getting wasted on a weekday.

"I'll keep this a secret if you stop getting wasted." You told Jae as you rubbed his back softly, he was hunched over the toilet bowl throwing up the contents of his stomach. You'd given him some bread and water to help soak up some of the alcohol and sober him up even a little.

"Why? It's fun," He mumbled, you knew it was a lie since he'd already whimpered about never drinking again in the car ride home.

"How about, because you're 16 and shouldn't be drinking at your age?" You snapped a little, too annoyed that he would be drinking underage.

"You're so boring, dad wouldn't even care if I kept drinking." He mumbled before promptly throwing up once again, his whole body aching from the sensation.

"I'm pretty sure he would kick your ass, and is it fun to throw up?" You asked sarcastically, sitting behind him as you slid the glass of water closer to him,

"You need to quit it, next time I catch you drunk I'll tell him," You admitted as he rolled his eyes, sitting at the side of the toilet and staring at you,

"Why are you acting like you're my mother? You're not even related to me," He snapped harshly, staring at you. You were pretty sure if looks could kill you would have been dead on the floor by now.

"I raised-"

"Doesn't make you my mother!" He yelled angrily as you shook your head. You weren't about to argue with someone who was drunk,

"Drink your water and go to bed." You mumbled staring at him and waiting for him to take the water.

You told Yoongi of course, after the comment Jae had said about you not being his mother you weren't going to play nice anymore. Yoongi was already prepared to ground him with an extra punishment just for what he had said to you.

"You okay?" Yoongi asked as you both stared at Jae who was sleeping in bed, you nodded even if it was a lie. It hurt that Jae thought that way about you, you thought he loved you as much as you loved him.

"He's just drunk, he didn't mean it." He promised, kissing your shoulder as you sighed. Jae might have been drunk but it didn't mean that wasn't how he truly felt about you,

"Can we just go to bed?" You muttered, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed with Yoongi and forget that the whole thing had happened.

HOSEOK:

You were getting excited that the time had come for Jae to graduate. You and Hoseok had been planning a party for him for a month and it was going to take place after his graduation ceremony.

"We got a cake, I can pick it up on our way back from the ceremony." You said to Jae as you walked into the living room, dressed in a red dress that matched the tie both Hoseok and Jae were wearing for the event.

"On our way back?" Jae asked as he looked at you, suddenly feeling guilty as he saw you standing there dressed up. He thought he'd told you and Hoseok about the ticket problem.

"Yeah, I figured it would keep the cake fresher..." You said slowly not seeing a problem with it but as you looked to Jae you felt your stomach drop.

"I could only get two tickets, one for Dad and one for my mum." He spoke slowly, Hoseok was angrier than you were to hear that he had invited his biological mother along instead of you. The woman who had abandoned him 18 years ago and left you and Hoseok to raise him,

"She is your mum," Hoseok told him as Jae stared at him,

"No. She's someone who raised me, she's not my mother." It felt as though someone had just driven a sword through your heart and you choked a little. Jae hadn't said it in a mean or snappy way he was telling the truth, something you and Hoseok had drilled into him to do.

"You should go. You don't want to be late." You knew that he didn't mean to hurt you but it still felt as though you had a hole in your chest.

"Yn-"

"Go Hobi, you shouldn't miss this," You smiled pushing both of your boys toward the door, not wanting them to see you tear up.

"Mum-"

"Go Jae," You choked out but he suddenly engulfed you in a hug, holding you tightly as you whined a little.

"Go. I can stay here and make sure everything is ready, okay?" You whispered as he nodded his head,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded..." He whimpered a little, letting some tears roll down his cheeks.

"I know baby, go." You ushered him out, smiling as he waved you goodbye. You knew he didn't mean it in a nasty way and you weren't going to hold it against him.

NAMJOON:

"You know what! My dad doesn't even like you! He hates you almost as much as I do!" Jae screeched as he threw clothes into a suitcase as he planned to "run away".

"Jae, you're being silly. Stop this," You begged as he continued to throw clothes into a bag, going on the hunt for toiletries next.

"What's going on?" Namjoon asked as he walked into the room, wrapping his arms around you and holding back a laugh. All you had done was tell Jae he wasn't allowed to have his friends over this weekend because you'd been planning a family trip.

"This bitch thinks it's okay for her to tell me what I can and can't do! She's not even my mother," Namjoon's arms dropped from around you and your mouth dropped to the floor, or at least, you imagined it had.

"Jae!" Namjoon yelled making Jae freeze on the spot. Namjoon never raised his voice unless there was a real reason for him to be pissed off and this was it.

"What?! It's true, she's not-"

"I don't care, apologise to her right now." Jae stayed silent as he scoffed, looking you up and down with a disgusted look on his face.

"She may not be your mother but she's a better one than your biological mother. Now, say sorry." Again it was met with silence and Namjoon shook his head,

"We're not going on the trip this weekend, and you won't be going to your friends with the next five weekends either," Namjoon explained as he deadpanned at your son who was already beginning to stumble over his words.

"Dad! Dad, that's stupid!"

"What's stupid is talking to your mother the way that you did," Namjoon folded his arms over his chest and it seemed as though Jae sank on the spot. Looking at you and seeing that you were tearing up,

"Mum...I'm sorry, I was just annoyed." He explained as he walked over to hug you, you stared at Namjoon.

"T-Thank you but you're still grounded," Your voice was shaky as you tried to stick to your punishment.

"I understand," He whispered before going to unpack his things.

JIMIN:

"You know the rules," You told Jae as he grumbled something under his breath about you. You paid no attention to it, you knew that he wasn't going to be your best friend right now since you'd told him no to something he wanted.

"You have no idea how you're ruining my reputation!" He yelled as you stared at him. All you'd done is tell him he wasn't allowed to borrow Jimin's car since the last time he'd taken it he'd almost crashed it.

"You're 17 and you've been told no, Jae just go to your room." You told him as you put the keys into your pocket, only to be met with a bunch of curse words falling from Jae's lips.

"God, no wonder dad is never home. You're so fucking annoying." You stared at him, deciding to ignore his comment about Jimin.

"You're grounded," You told him strictly, you didn't stand for him swearing or acting out of turn and you knew Jimin would do more than a simple grounding for him swearing.

"You can't ground me," He snapped harshly as you stared at him, raising your eyerbow.

"I'm your mother, I can do what I want-"

"You're not my mother! You're just some bitch who married my dad!" He yelled before storming off to his room, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at the place he had been standing.

It didn't take long for Jae to finally calm down from his tantrum but he still didn't apologise to you until a week later. Deciding to apologise with flowers and chocolates when he had finally stopped acting like a child.

"I didn't mean it," He told you as you smiled weakly.

"You did, but it's fine...I'm sorry if I upset you by acting like your mother," You knew he was close with his biological mother,

"No. You don't have to be sorry, I was being an idiot," He mumbled as he sat down at the table with you, looking over at Jimin who was in the living room. Neither of you had told him what had been said, you didn't want him to get upset with Jae.

"Let's just forgive and forget." You whispered as he linked his pinky with yours and nodded happily.

TAEHYUNG:

All week long Jae had been begging you and Taehyung over and over again if he was allowed to go to a party but you were both against it. It wasn't your way of being mean to him, it was just that you knew no other adults were going to be at the party.

"Why won't you let me go? Everyone else gets to," Jae whined as he stared at Taehyung, you were staring down at your book. This had been going on for the last hour and you were getting tired of hearing it,

"If everyone drove off a cliff would you?" Taehyung questioned as Jae rolled his eyes, ignoring his comment.

"It's one party, please let me have fun."

"Why won't you accept no? We've said no and you should respect that," You spoke calmly, you didn't want to anger Jae anymore than he was.

"Why don't you butt out of it?! You're not my mother you don't have an opinion on this!" The way he yelled made your heart drop and Taehyung instantly got up on his feet.

"Go to your room, you're not going to this party or any for that matter. Apologise to your mother," Jae folded his arms over his chest, staring at his dad as you felt your heart beginning to break.

"She raised you your whole life, you're going to suddenly treat her like this?" Taehyung was pissed and rightfully so. You'd been raising Jae with Taehyung since he was a baby and his mother had walked out, he had no reason to act this way toward you.

"Tae-"

"Don't try and defend him, you have no reason to," Taehyung whispered as Jae rolled his eyes. You knew the time would come where he would hold some animosity toward you but you hadn't thought it would be for a long time.

"Apologize," Taehyung repeated as you stared anywhere but at Jae who was still silent.

"Go to your room," Taehyung grumbled watching as Jae stormed away from you both, your heart dropping as Taehyung sat down beside you. Comforting you in the best way he knew how.

It didn't take long for Jae to say sorry for what he had said, claiming that he hadn't meant it that he was just angry but he was still being punished. Taehyung wasn't going to let it slide and made it clear he wasn't to speak to you or anyone that way ever again.

JUNGKOOK:

There was a simple rule in the house for your kid and that was that there were to be no boyfriends or girlfriends in the bedroom. It was a simple rule that Jungkook laid out because your son was only 16 and he wanted him to be careful. Of course, he was allowed to have his partner at the house but only under supervision and downstairs where you and Jungkook could watch over him.

"Jae?" You called out as you walked into the house, it was a Wednesday which meant he was supposed to be studying in the kitchen but he wasn't there.

"Jae?!" You called out louder, groaning as you struggled to bring in the bags of shopping. You'd gone grocery shopping and Jae had promised that he would help you inside but he'd neglected to answer his phone and wasn't in the kitchen.

Strolling up to his room you knocked carefully on the door, you weren't going to be mad if he'd gone up to nap but you wanted to know where he was.

"Jae, are you in here?" You whispered, slowly opening the door before screaming and slamming it shut. You never, in a million years, thought you were going to see what you had just seen.

"Shit," You groaned running down the stairs and into the living room.

"JAE!" You boomed out, you knew you were going to have to tell him off for this, he knew the rules about having partners in his room and he had gone against that completely.

"What?" He grumbled as he came down the stairs, his friend quickly leaving the house as you stared over at your son.

"You know the rules, you know that you're not supposed to have partners in your bedroom," You tried to come off as stern as possible. You'd never had to do this before, usually, Jungkook would be the one to take the lead.

"Whatever, you're not my mother you can't tell me what to do." That one small statement hurt more than he would ever know and more than you would ever let on.

"Go and study," You mumbled, doing your best not to start crying on the spot as Jae mumbled something under his breath. Storming into the kitchen to go and study once again.

You didn't tell Jungkook what had happened, you didn't want Jae to be in more trouble. He knew that he wasn't supposed to have people in his room.

"Mum?" You turned to look at the door, wiping your cheek as you stared at Jae. He was holding something behind his back and smiling weakly.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry...I didn't mean what I said. Y-You're my mum," He whispered holding out a bunch of flowers as you whimpered a little.

"Jae-"

"No, I was wrong to say what I said. I'm sorry." He spoke before engulfing you in a tight hug, your head rested on top of his as he cried a little. Whispering how sorry he was over and over again,

"It's okay," You promised, rubbing his back a little.

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lovesomenha · 2 years

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[Tutor. - Lee Heeseung]

[word count - 1.3K]

[18+, Minors DNI, Smut/Suggestive]

[warnings/genres-fem!reader, soft-dom!heeseung, unprotected sex (bitch, use a condom), oral reviving (f)]

I’m happy to be back and I hope u enjoy this one! :)

sitting down at the desk in the cold library, you almost fall asleep. the smell of old books and silent keyboard noises of the librarian create a calming atmosphere that makes you just want to sink into the textbook in front of you and fall asl-

“Y/N! Don’t fall asleep on me. Flip to page 24 please, we gotta get started”

and with a groan, you’re back to annoying life.

you look up to see your tutor, heeseung, sitting across from you. you knew he was there but you thought maybe while he was setting up you could get a minute of sleep in, guess not.

flipping the pages of your textbook, you find page 24 which is labeled “Homeostasis and Its relation to Ecosystems”.

“So, homeostasis is when an ecosystem is stable in its environment and when it…”

heeseung voice is blocked out by your own ears. you didn’t want a tutor, especially one this boring. yes, heeseung is a nice guy but he talks about things that are too knowledgeable for everybody else around him, and it's incredibly annoying. being pessimistic about situations really isn't your thing, but this tutoring thing is not good at all.

“Okay, quiz time! What organism shown on page 25 is in homeostasis?”

there's a moment of silence before you roll your eyes and close the textbook in front of you.

“Heeseung. Listen. I want to thank you for at least trying to help me, but I can’t do this. I’m too stressed even thinking about school and my grades and right now is just not the time. Maybe we can try tutoring later but this isn't going to work right now.”

heeseungs wide doe-eyes displayed shock as you were quite loud, and this is a library. you even got a dirty look from the librarian. gently though, heeseung put his hand on yours and made a motion that told you to sit down.

“I understand. Maybe it’s the setting? I can tutor you at my house, if that's less stressful..?”

here, looking at heeseung, something clicked in your brain. it's like you are seeing him in a different light, or maybe just paying more attention than normal. he has a nice nose, broad shoulders and he’s really tall. even when sitting down, he’s still quite a bit taller than you. also, he’s inviting you to his house? let’s not get ahead of ourselves but, maybe this could be good.

“Uh yeah! We can go right now, it’s only like four and I don’t have anywhere to be”

and with that, you and heeseung went off to his home. the drive there was incredibly awkward and tension-filled, but you got through it. after arriving, you both head inside and go to heeseungs bedroom. lucky for you, his parents both worked desk and office jobs, so they won’t be home for a little while.

his room was nice. it was decently clean and he had a giant, king sized bed. you both sat there as you again reviewed the science textbook. this time around, you really tried to understand the content because heeseung was being nice enough to let you de-stress at his house. you at least had to try. it worked too! you eventually understood all the concepts that you needed to learn. it was only 5:30, and at this point you and heeseung were just cleaning up and sorting all the papers that you went through.

“Thank you, really. this was way too nice of you”

“No, it’s fine! as long as you learned everything you were supposed to then i’m happy.”

again, there was that silence and tension. just like in the car.

“I'm gonna go get changed, just wait here.”

you watched him get up and go to his bathroom. though it was evil, you decided to take this chance to look around his room. besides, heeseung was a good kid, what’s the worst you could find?

first, under the bed. a whole lot of nothing except for some board games.

second, in his dresser. nothing except clothes, very boring.

third, the bedside table. 1st drawer? nope. 2nd drawer? nothing. 3rd drawer? oh my god.

you open your eyes wide at the sight before you. condoms, handcuffs, lube, etc. it had it all. you were shocked, slightly disgusted and very, very intrigued. you didn’t wanna touch anything so you shuffle around with your eyes to see what’s all in there. you guess it would be common for a teenage boy but jesus.

“What in the hell are you doing…”

and with that, you fucked up. slowly, you push the drawer in and turn around, facing heeseung.

“Uh..I just dropped my um…pencil, and was looking for it.”

you awkwardly laugh as you see him standing there, he looks different. maybe it’s because he wasn’t in his school uniform or maybe it was because he was angry, you couldn’t tell.

“You dropped your pencil in my drawer?”

gulping, you croak out a slight yes.

heeseung comes toward you, close enough where you can hear his heartbeat. he basically looms over you as he stares down. gentle, just like before, he puts his hand up against your cheek and rubs your face.

“I've always liked you a lot, you know.”

stuttering, you really don’t know what to say. the words are just not there and you are drawing a blank. whatever “magic spell” heeseung put on you, you liked it.

he puts his hand on your back and softly pushes you on the bed. at this point, you are laying down with heeseung standing right at your feet. he leans in, basically climbing on top of you, and gets close to your ear.

“Tell me you want this.”

trying not to whine from the sudden arousal, you nod a subtle yes which gives heeseung full permission to touch you. immediately, he kisses your lips.

it was like he turned into a whole different person. the heeseung who was shy and nerdy wasn’t there anymore. you kissed him passionately as he grinded into you. your school uniform skirt came up to reveal your thighs, which heeseung noticed. he layed off for a moment to help you get out of your shirt and skirt. you’ve had sex before, but not like this. it felt real and meaningful, so you were still a little shy.

“God, you’re so beautiful”

heeseung stood there for a second and admired you before dipping down and starting to kiss your thighs. he spread your legs open and slowly massaged your clit which made you moan softly. eventually, he got up to your pussy and started eating you out, doing laps as you moan slightly louder. the way he worked his tongue made you feel so good. he praised you too, and every moment wasn’t short of an “I love you” or a “My perfect girl”.

he came up and kissed you once more before taking off his boxers and lining up his tip with you. again, slowly he pushed in which made you moan in complete and utter pleasure. he felt so good inside of you and it worked so well together. it was like a missing piece of a puzzle. pushing in and out, you felt his length kiss your cervix over and over which made you want to orgasm so much faster.

“Heeseung, I’m gonna cum”

he sped up his pace as he bent down and kissed you again.

“That’s okay love, let’s cum together”

with his words, you both orgasmed at the same time which made you feel like you were seeing stars. heeseung pulled out and fell back, right next to you. all you could hear in the room was heavy breathing which was an indicator of how good everything just felt. annoyed, you speak again.

“Heeseung, you didn’t even use the condom in the drawer..”

he chuckles for a second and lets out a soft “sorry” before speaking again.

“We should tutor at my house more often.”

#Enhypen #engene #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #smut #Enhypen heeseung

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When You're At The Function F***in It UP And Your Man Walks In (Mayans)

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, fighting

Characters: Angel, Coco, & EZ

You’re on thin ice as it is sis. The little forest-green dress with the the deep plunge front and slit sides, the one that ended up purchased after your friends hyped you into it. That’s supposed to be in the trash according to one Angel Reyes. That, or reserved for private nights in.

Currently, it was wrapped around your form, helping you grab envious/admiring glances from around the room.

Your hips twisted to the layered bass, using the random behind you for stability. Your friend next to you cheered you on, her inner hype man on full display. There’s a breakdown in the song, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice telling you “Superstar mama, say hi for the gram!”.

Your eyes zone in on Gilly, eyes wide. Everyone knew the Mayans rolled deep when they went anywhere. Where there was one, there was the rest. Especially when it came to the three musketeers and their wrangler, EZ.

Like you were busted sneaking back into your room as a teen, you froze. You narrowed your eyes at your friend who shrugged and mouthed sorry before disappearing.

“Gilly fuck off!” You hissed, moving away from the random. Your eyes scanning the crowded den.

Gilly laughed, tucking his phone into his kutte. “Ayy, don’t get mad at me,” he fluttered his eyelashes and fake coughed into his hand. “I don’t feel so good baby, I’m just gonna stay in tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at his high-pitched mimicry of your last conversation with Angel.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Your friend swore she nixed all Mayan related invites, just for that night, on your behalf. All you wanted was to be able to turn up like you did pre-relationship. Normally you could at clubhouse parties since Angel trusted everyone there with his life. Any party outside of that was a gamble, and Angel could referee like he got a check for it.

Your eyes finally met said man’s across the party and a chill and went down your spine. Angel was propped against the wall across the way, eyes on you.

The rest of party fell away as you made your way over to him, schooling your features into your ‘what did I do daddy?’ pout.

“Nah, don’t come over with that lip poking now.” He shook his head, speaking when you were in range of him.

“And what are you doing wearing this fucking pillowcase out here? What did we talk about?” He pinched the thin strings of your dress.

“Nooo, don’t be mad. I was walking through my closet and it fell on me. Besides, you liked it when I modeled it for you.”

Angel scoffed, refusing to even entertain your comments. Coco chuckled from his spot next to his friend as he lit a cigarette.

“I thought you had club shit, I didn’t even know you’d be here.” You cringed as soon as the words left your lips, the shots you’d taken earlier still putting in work.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either. I thought you were sick. There’s some soup in the car that thought it was getting dropped off. Apparently wrong thoughts is the theme of the night.”

Petty by Angel Reyes.

“Soup? Baby, that’s so sweet.” You tried to pet his cheeks, but he was keeping you at bay.

“You aren’t even sick! Imma give that shit to Gilly.”

“Nooo.” You whined again, still trying to get him to let you touch him in some way.

“Get that bitch you were dancing with to buy you soup.” It was his turn to pout, but there was fire in his eyes as he tracked the guy you’d been dancing with. “It’s all he’s gonna be able to fucking eat in a minute anyways.”

“Sorry I blew up your spot ma, I just wanted to see my plug and get out.” Coco opened the palm of his hand not holding the cigarette and revealed a small bag of weed.

Angel snapped his head towards him, expression incredulous. “Don’t apologize to her, she lied to her man! She gave some puto hope! Get on code!”

“I love you hermano, but this is your guard dog-ass fault.” He pointedly ignored his friend’s heated glare as a girl in the doorway caught his interest, slipping away when she positively returned his gaze.

Angel’s attention was claimed by you once again when you pulled his head down towards you. You smothered his cheeks in kisses, to which he was physically unresponsive.

“I don’t know if I want you kissing on me querida.”

You rolled your eyes. Petty or not, everyone knew Angel’s life force depleted the longer he went without touching you. Even in your tipsy state you could see his fingers literally twitched with the need to take their rightful place on your hips.

“I just wanted to dance like I used to, and you don’t dance. Then you beat down guys who want to. You left me no choice, so let me have kisses.” You locked your arms around his waist, successfully avoiding his half-hearted attempts to push you away.

He scrunched up his face. “How the fuck am I catching strays in this situation? I’m the victim!”

“I’ll make it up to you later if you stop being a hatin’ wallflower and let me grind on you.” Your hips found the rhythm of the slow wind song thumping through the room.

His hands encircled your throat, drawing you closer to his person. Your pupils blew at his darkened expression, your lower half squirming with interest. He pressed his lips to yours, and the party faded to nothing again. His fingers flexed around your throat before closing just enough for him to draw the subtlest gasp from you. He felt it more than heard it over the noise, but it was enough.

He pulled away, licking his lips as you tried to remember where you were and if sin always tasted so good.

“You’ll make it up to me right now in the traitor’s car.” he held up keys you recognized to be Coco’s.

You started to protest on principle, but your body was going through withdrawals from a lite touch (for Angel). He could see the wheels turning, but you were letting him lead you out of the room, palm openly covering your ass.

“Who are you texting?” You asked, more annoyed with how his hands were no longer possessively roaming your body than a real answer.

He quickly pocketed his phone and returned his hands to you. “No one baby.” definitely not telling his boys via group chat to handle the random for him. “Stop worrying about anything other than how you’re gonna get around at work tomorrow.”

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It was bad enough you couldn’t make it to New Orleans due to work, and Old Lady “responsibilities”, but this petty fight you were in with Coco was the kicker. You couldn’t even remember how it started, but it escalated back and forth until you weren’t speaking and were back staying at your apartment.

Poor Letty had been reduced to messenger girl, especially now that she had a car. A tug of war with your point being “she was my girl first, that’s how we met” and his point being “she’s my kid, blood first ma” had broken out. You didn’t know what was going to wear through its welcome first, your lack of Coco, or Letty’s patience, but they were competing. It wasn’t like Coco was doing any better if your daily updates from Letty were any indication. He was impatient, tense, chain smoking, and was getting closer and closer to going through with the apology call he was openly fighting.

It wouldn’t be long before you were back to getting your back arched out of shape if that was anything to go by. Not a moment too soon if your own miserable habits were anything to go by. You wanted to use the party to distract yourself, hoping Coco would break first the following day. If not, it was sure to be you.

You spent the whole day throwing your frustrations into decorating your best friend’s backyard. It looked like the French Quarter threw up its best years, but it was the perfect backdrop to lose yourself to some bounce music.

Normally, you could goad Coco into being your twerking post, and that resistance (plus his turned on bi-lingual hypeman compliments in your ear) was everything missing at the moment.

You pouted and weaved your way out of the crowd to your friend who was busy playing good hostess.

“Ah ah, no whining. If you wanna really make it Mardi Gras, shake your ass on a dude.”

You narrowed your eyes, annoyed she shut down and solved your problem before you could whine about it. “Coco hates that shit! Plus he’s spoiled me, it won’t even be the same.”

“Coco isn’t here, and it doesn’t have to be the same, it just has to do.” She turned away from where she’d filled two shot glasses for the two of you. “Besides, we both know your ass is gonna be all in his neck crying about how you miss him tomorrow. Do your thing before you go out sad.”

She clinked shot glasses with you, pleased at her accurate assessment and your sourpuss face.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, voice rough from the burn of the shot.

“Save that for Coco.” She smacked your ass, draped one of the many beaded necklaces hanging off her shoulder around your neck, and sent you on your way back to the crowd of writhing bodies.

It was nothing to find dudes to grind on, and you fell into the synergy. You couldn’t count how many fast paced songs you’d thrown it back to, or how many guys you’d danced with. The stack of beads you’d acquired gave some idea though.

Meanwhile, Coco’s skin was alive with the kind of anger he felt. He’d been seriously contemplating coming to your place and forcing out admissions of how his life wasn’t right without you in it. He couldn’t remember who or what started it, but it didn’t even matter when your scent was starting to fade from his pillow, and his touch starvation was acting up.

All of that went careening out the window when he stumbled upon a pouty Letty, huffing and sucking her teeth at her phone. Turns out you, and “everyone in the goddamn world but me” according to Letty, were at your friend’s blowout Mardi Gras party. Coco knew it was your favorite holiday, but it was news to him that you had any plans since you couldn’t officially go this year. News he didn’t welcome at all, since all of the videos he saw you in you were throwing (his) your ass on multiple dudes. Did you think he wouldn’t fight everyone???

He was already on his bike before he’d even registered leaving the house. He sent a quick summoning call in his boy’s group chat, your friend’s address the destination.

The party was louder and wilder than the videos let on. He’d already spotted his boys by their kuttes, mingling in their respective ways, but didn’t seek them out. They’d find him if he needed them to. Coco on the other hand, needed to find you.

His eagle eyes picked apart the crowd until he spotted you twisting yourself to the rhythm. Coco didn’t know whether to shoot the asshole behind you, or take you away to deal with the feelings you were bringing out of him.

You knew he loved when you brought the South to the West Coast with your hips and ass.

He charged into your space, his hands immediately going for the guy’s arm and snatching him towards him.

“Make a choice cabrón. Get the fuck out, or be an expensive bill and sad memory for your moms by morning.” He pressed his kutte to his person, emphasizing that he was strapped.

The guy raised his palms and quickly exited the scene. Unwilling to test what clearly was a warning that Coco would happily make good on.

You tugged on him, trying to get him to move away from the crowd. Scanning those around you to see who saw or heard, you noticed more than you would’ve liked. They wouldn’t make a fuss, noting his kutte, but still.

“Stop it. What are you even doing here?” You hissed, tugging his arm harshly for his attention.

He turned his gaze, wild with adrenaline and arrogance at his victory, on you. “You should’ve stopped yourself before throwing it back on random fuckers for the internet. This is on you.”

“No, this is on you. If you hadn’t done what you did or said what you said…”. You trailed off remembering that you couldn’t recall what had happened, just the frustration.

“What did I say or do (y/n)?” He noted your visible annoyance that he’d chosen to use your real name instead of a pet name, and with a smirk, he walked you backwards until your back gently hit the fence.

Between not recalling what started the fight, and your man looking amazing, you settled on a pathetic. “You remember.”

“No I don’t, and neither do you.” that familiar prickle of intensity sparked between the two of you.

Everything between you and Coco felt like a live wire dancing back and forth. High energy moments usually ended in either great sex, or separation (sometimes by the force of your friends) to let things cool down.

“I know you’re gonna catch a case if you keep moving like that Johnny. Is that what you want?”

“Nah mujer, that ain’t what I want. I want you home where you belong, but you’re out here playing me instead.” Slender fingers tugged sharply at a few of the beaded necklaces in your stack.

You sucked your teeth and turned your head, ignoring the warm cheeks and butterflies in your stomach at his on-brand admission of missing you.

He placed a hand on the fence next to your head, grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him.

“You’re being a drama queen. I thought I was talking to Angel for a second.”

He threw his head back as laughed, and you got an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. Or at least bury your fingers in his soft curls, they were begging for it at this po-

“Fuck that, he’s still got me beat. Wait til you see the tantrum he’s saving for you for not getting invited tonight.”

“He was, I just told her to can it because of you. He should be mad at you.” You pouted, but your tone was teasing.

“I could put in a good word for you…you know, if you’re done being petty.” He leaned in, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Or I could just offer to throw it back on him to make him forget.”

It was your turn to laugh when Coco tensed, and pulled back from where he’d been teasing you with light touches. You didn’t love him no longer touching you, but faltering him made it almost worth it.

“Or you could take me home and we could both forget…” you clutched at his kutte, leaning into him.

He pulled your hands away by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over your pulse points.

“Nah, if dancing is this fucking important to you, come on then.” He pulled you after him.

“Cocooo,” you whined, more interested in getting him to touch you again. “Take me home already.”

“My lady wants to dance.” He sat on the outdoor wicker couch and patted his lap. “So dance.”

You stood there in confusion for a second, before what he meant became clear. “I’m not doing that here!”

“You didn’t have an issue earlier, move those hips ma.” He looked between you and his lap again.

Could’ve been the way he was biting his lip, or the laid back way he rested against the couch, but that coupled with lack of access to him, had affirmative words running through your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes, faking like his request was that expensive. “Only because I want to get you home, and I know you’ll never quit whining if I don’t.”

You slipped onto his lap, the action already drawing attention from partygoers just for the potential of what was to come.

He grasped your hips to still you before you started to move, his palm pressing you back to him by your throat. “And don’t half-ass it yeah…or I might do the same when I get you home.”

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It wasn’t until Creeper hit his shoulder and informed him of how hard he was smiling that EZ realized his cheeks ached. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching you dance more than anything.

As soon as you heard a melody you liked, you came alive to it, and stole everyone’s attention. You could find the beat on anything.

That wasn’t his sole reason for cheesing so hard though. Tonight had been the first night you brought your closest friends around the club, and he knew it took great trust in him, his brothers, and your relationship to do that. Your family was on the East Coast, so your friends filled that role for you. Coupled with EZ, they were your world and he thanked you everyday for letting him in.

“Gonna stop calling you boy scout if you keep enjoying the show this much.” Creeper took the seat across from him, half blocking his view.

“Oh you didn’t know how EZ gets down?” Angel’s lips formed that mischievous grin, his eyes taking on the same glint. “You should’ve seen him begging me for tales from Angel’s crib.”

“She and her girls look good out there. Might be too much for you junior.”

EZ rolled his eyes at the ribbing from his brothers, his grin still intact. “At some point I’m gonna be patched, I’m happy to make a cage date for that day. Pretty sure I can take both of you.

Creeper and Angel exchanged exaggerated incredulous expressions.

“See what happens when you go easy on the help?” Angel scoffed. “You sound like you’re hurtin’ for work prospect.”

“Could use some more water.” Creeper shook his water bottle at him, just barely missing splashing him.

EZ rose from his seat, empty beer bottle in hand. “Just remember that day is coming.”

Angel and Creeper laughed raucously at that.

“Don’t get your ass beat in front of your woman lil bro!”

EZ shook his head, choosing to ignore his dumbass older brother. and tossed his bottle in the trash. Slipping through the moving bodies until he was near you, he gently patted your friend who nodded and stepped from behind you.

You jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance, but settled back against him.

“Hey baby.” You gently encouraged him to follow the sway of your hips as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m back on the slave clock, you want anything?”

You turned to him, his arms instinctively encircling your waist. “Hard tea please.”

“I gotta go to the trailer for that, and get the variety hour table over there a drink. I’ll try to be quick.”

“Don’t rush, but remember, you owe me a dance.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He grinned goofily, his attention solely yours until he felt your girls draping themselves over him.

“Can you get us some too Zeke? Thanks.” “Preciate it Z.”

You giggled pushing them off him, but you knew he didn’t mind. You guys were a package deal and he’d take whatever you came with. At least their requests came with pleasantries.

“Sure ladies, not a problem. Don’t let anyone take her while I’m gone.”

They laughed, giving affirmative replies while you rolled your eyes pushed him towards the side door.

Once he began his drink fulfillment quest, it was like every brother wanted something from him. It was a full house that night and he should’ve known once he was no longer under Angel’s break protection, he was back to errand boy status.

Every task he completed was met with teasing about how his rushed pace clearly pointed to him wanting to get back to you. He didn’t argue the fact, just moved faster every time you were mentioned.

Finally, he was able to to focus on your request when he stopped being flagged down.

He was heading to the trailer when one of your friends stopped him.

“One of the other charter’s guys is annoying our girl. She doesn’t wanna make a fuss cause’..you know.” She gestured to his vest to signify his prospect status. “But I know she’s not feeling it.”

He could feel the the muscles in his jaw flex in anger, feet carrying him across the crowded yard. People moved before he could plow through them, which was just as well, because he wasn’t fully in control at that point, and didn’t think he could slow down enough to sidestep them.

The clubhouse had filled considerably since his absence. He scanned the room for you, finding you in a crowd of moving bodies. Your friend was right, you had a good poker face, but your man knew you.

He didn’t waste time physically separating you from the Yuma patch member. He gently put you behind his person, feeling your small hands press against his back through his vest.

“I’m good baby. He agreed this was the last dance.” Your voice belied your annoyance despite your words.

“I’m guessing he said that more than once.”

“I don’t mind, I know clu-“

Yuma interrupted you. “See, she doesn’t mind. Go find something to do with yourself prospect.”

“I’ve got a project in mind.” EZ pushed you back a little more to give himself room to work with.

“Be smart bare vest.” Yuma smirked, his eyes saying how much he’d love for EZ to make the mistake he was thinking about.

In the span of the next few seconds, Yuma’s vest and shirt was covered in beer and Coco had appeared at the same time. If the obvious way he was holding the bottle didn’t give away he did it on purpose, his dry “my bad” and shrug did.

Yuma swung on Coco who anticipated it and dodged it, before firing back with a successful punch of his own. A sea of Mayans of mixed charter filled the space and EZ quickly pushed you behind the bar before he lost you in the shuffle.

Understanding what Coco had done, he got in the middle to give the Yuma patch what he’d been asking for while he was covered by the chaos.

It didn’t last long before the presidents stepped in, but it didn’t have to. He was happy to take the few licks he’d received, because he was pretty sure he’d broken Yuma patch’s nose, and would get away with it.

His brother’s words against theirs, and the presidents didn’t feel the need to make it a drawn out issue. He pretended to have played bouncer instead of active participant, and it all ended with a basic chewing out.

His only thoughts were of you once his rage had subsided, and he could think clearly again. Had he scared off you and your friends? Embarrassed you?

He was happy to find that hadn’t. Your friends couldn’t help but fawn over him and how “perfect for you” he was. He especially enjoyed reveling in the jealousy of Coco, Angel, Gilly, and Creeper. Coco slightly less salty when he got praise for his efforts.

He got his admiration from you later when you patched him up in the trailer, soft voice telling him how sexy he looked to you, and how you appreciated him thinking of you in his position. You held his face and gently went over everything you could find, while he said on his makeshift bed content to let you.

He couldn’t stop grinning, the one that always got him mercilessly mocked because it was now associated with him thinking of you.

“Seriously EZ,” you dabbed at the final cut you hadn’t attended to. “Thank you.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, it’s only fair if you can accept all this shit.”

You grinned down at him, hair framing your face, and he had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. “I do, all the time.”

He cupped the side of your face, unwilling to fight the urge to kiss you any longer.

You laughed speaking between kisses. “I’m not done.”

“It’s ok, I’m good.” He chased your lips, unashamed to want you so badly.

“Ok,” you returned his kisses, your fingers dancing down the nape of his neck. “But I’d like to cash in that dance you owe me…you know, before we get too busy.”

He rose to full height, hands finding both of yours. “I can do that.”

AN:

I don’t speak Spanish, so if I made a mistake feel free to hop in my messages and let me know and how to fix it please. You’re more than welcome to.

1.) I remember seeing a meme vid about this years ago, and finding it hilarious. I could see this happening with these dudes and their personalities. That, and I just really wanted a lil southern culture in a Mayans drabble. 🤷🏾‍♀️

2.) I did a rewatch of the whole series (including the original), and I’m back on the obsession train. Just tryna to be happy before S4 kicks my shit in.

3.) I kept telling myself I wouldn’t end up writing for these fools and here I am in my Ringling Bros. best🤡.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #Coco Cruz #Coco Cruz x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes #reader insert

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