#and that he will never see me as being as smart as him or as tenacious or anything

[hitomisuzuya]

bully!yandere scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. cunnilingus. degradation. masochism. sexting (ish). blowjob. stalking. drugging/ use of marijuana and cigarettes. obsessive behavior from scara. mix of soft dom!scara and harsh!dom scara.

i was genuinely surprised how many people got excited for this🥺 i decided to split this into two parts cause it's really quite long.

you knew it was going to be a long afternoon the moment you left your dorm this morning. the moment scaramouche caught sight of you across campus. the last few months, scaramouche has been your bully.

"hey, nerd, you are a little late today," scaramouche bats your books out of your arms, "did you get lost on the way here?" the drink in your other hand was the next to go, batted out of your hand and landing face down on your books.

you stare down at the mess on the floor in front of you. you hate that there is a blush on your cheeks. you could do nothing but stare at the water bleeding onto your papers, swallowing your pounding heart in your throat.

scaramouche sighs, and flicks you in the forehead. "never mind," he pats you twice on your head, "i can see there is nothing going on up there. see you later, sucker. i don't have all day," he laughs at you, waving in passing.

"if you don't have all day, then what are you doing standing around picking on me?" you retort as you kneel to pick up your things. you simply pick up your things and head back to your dorm. you are pretty sure there was nothing major going on in your afternoon class.

you chose to hide away in your dorm for awhile. you flop down on your bed, turn on the tv and decide to see what your friend was up to. you met him online in the chat of a live streamer you both watch. later on through text, he told you could call him kuni and you've talked pretty much every day since.

'hey, what are you up to?'

back in his dorm, scaramouche had been waiting for your text. lately, you have been a lot more comfortable texting him. 'nothing much. i thought you are supposed to be in class this afternoon?' you have no idea it's him you have been talking to. you don't even know that it's someone at school.

it is a very good way for him to have you all to himself.

'nah, it's just a review today. i can safely skip. and this is going to sound so silly but...'

scaramouche eats it up when you trail off in your texts. that told him you are shy and flustered about something. he knows he has to be careful about how he words things when he talk to you. you might surely figure him out easily. 'what's up. is something on your mind?'

'don't laugh okay?'

'scout's honor. kinda seems like you have a lot on your mind. i don't mind listening, you know that,' you are quiet and shy, so he has to coax you little by little to get you to talk, but he likes to think he has gotten pretty good at it.

'actually, i do have a lot to say.'

scaramouche smirks, rolling the ball of his tongue piercing on the roof of his mouth. this was going to be good.

'well, he is selfish. arrogant. has no concept of personal space. he is academically lazy, but he is so so smart. all he does is poke, poke, poke. he never stops. i don't know why he picks on me, but i don't know how honest you want me to be about this?'

your praise about him being smart made his cock twitch. 'tell you what. i will put my down for two hours. not even look at it. you type to your heart's content and send the messages. when you are done, you can delete them. i won't even read them. sometimes, it helps to just get it off your chest and have that be that.'

of course he didn't do that. he kept his phone in his hand the whole time. honestly, he is completely unashamed about manipulating you like this. there is something rattling around in that pretty head of yours. there is no way he is going to pass this up. for extra encouragement, he texts, 'i'm putting my phone down now. just do your thing.'

back in your dorm, you couldn't help but smile a little. kuni really is a good friend. you feel nothing but secure talking to him about anything. so naturally, you just typed without thinking. he wasn't going to read it anyways, and you trust him. your fingers shook a little as you started typing.

'well, lately i am starting to enjoy when scaramouche bullies me. as wrong as it is to say, there is just something about that way he talks down to me. it just sounds so good. it's starting to make me really wet. that's why i had to skip class today.' not wanting the texts to be too long, you pressed send and started a new one, and just let yourself type.

'his arrogant confidence is infuriating, but at the same time, there is this commanding dominance in the tone of his voice. like all i could think about earlier was him bullying me down onto my knees, telling me it's okay to be a weak little slut and take his cock into my mouth like a good girl.'

"oh holy fuck, you little masochist," scaramouche whispers nearly dropping his phone reading your text. and you are typing still. he knew he couldn't say anything though, so he waits, his hand itching to reach down and stroke his cock.

'and i would gladly sink to my knees for him. i am blushing just thinking about it. i even want to play with myself, it's so hot to think about. it's making me really wet thinking about him degrading me while i choke on his cock. i want him to tell me it's okay to be weak. to not think and just focus on pleasing him because that's what i am ultimately good for. omg i am so sorry, please don't read this. thank you.'

scaramouche quickly took a screen shot before the messages disappeared. as much as he wants to find you and force you onto your knees exactly like you describe, he knew he wouldn't benefit him any. in fact, it would blow everything to hell. he reads your texts again, his hand fisting his hard cock, wishing the cum that spilled onto his hand was going into pretty your mouth instead.

over the next few weeks, scaramouche relentlessly bullied you, and you settle into something of a routine with kuni. once scaramouche was done with you, you would text kuni, spilling your racing thoughts into what you thought were blank text messages that you deleted unseen when are done.

'i can't thank you enough for always letting me do this, kuni. it's really helping a lot. if you ever need to vent in the same way, please do so. believe me, i can barely type these words. i didn't get much sleep last night. all i could think about was scaramouche tying me up, and degrading me for begging him to cum inside me while he fucks me senseless. i know i should stay away from him, but i can't help it.'

'he can never find out about this.'

you are effectively giving scaramouche all the tools he needs to corrupt you. you have no idea you are putting opportunities gift wrapped right into his lap. now, he could start sinking his claws into you.

you have no idea just how close he really is. there are only so many places you could go on campus. scaramouche knows your routine like the back of his hand. he has a few classes with you, and it's always easy for him to be in the right place, watching you while he bullshits with his friends.

usually, when you are out getting food or in between classes, you always text kuni, letting him know exactly what you are up to and where you are. you probably text kuni because being out around people makes you nervous.

'hey, kuni. i hope you have eaten today. i am grabbing some quick dinner right now. after, I'll probably go back to my room and watch tv or something.'

scaramouche looks right at you from across campus while you type. you are so painfully naive that it's adorable. you had no idea he's been following you the entire day, carefully blended in and unnoticed.

'hey, i just ate a little while ago. how was your day?' he texts back, immediately putting his phone in his pocket. you are defenseless and easy pickings right now. and he now knew you had nothing to do tonight. he is going to change that.

scaramouche waits until you get your food, and makes a beeline right for you as you leave the campus cafeteria. "so even nerds eat, i see," he trots up behind you, snatching your food out of your hand.

"will you please give that back? i didn't have breakfast earlier. i kind of..overslept," you reach for your food container, a blush dusting your cheeks as he holds your takeout box above his head.

"like i give a shit," he scoffs, watching your tits bounce as you jump to try reach for your container. smirking, he puts a hand on your chest and gently shoved you backwards. "what do nerds eat anyways?" he laughs, dancing away from you as he opens the container.

"what's it matter to you? you aren't eating it," you shyly try and reason with him while at the same time trying feebly to stand up for yourself. but you felt yourself getting weak in the knees like you always did. you could clock your body down to the minute it reacted it had become so routine for you.

"maybe i am hungry," scaramouche flips the lid closed, and walks away with your food. exactly like he thought, when he looks over his shoulder, he sees you coming after him. he revels in how much darker the blush on your cheeks got so fast.

"look, at least give me half if you want it that badly," you try several times to grab the container out of his hand, only for him to take it right out of your reach as he walks.

scaramouche laughs as he stops in front of his dorm. "nah, i don't share," he tosses your container into the trashcan next to his dorm room and opens the door. you wouldn't need that anyways. if he got his way, and he would, you wouldn't be leaving his dorm tonight. he can always get you something to eat later.

he is completely used to always getting what he wants.

you stare in disbelief at your food in the trash can. "i..i..why did you do that?" you swallow you pounding heart in your chest. it shouldn't feel this good to be bullied. you didn't think your cheeks could get any more red. the condescending tone he has sent a pleasant shiver right down to your clit.

sighing, scaramouche curls his fingers underneath your chin. "you should see the look on your face," he tilts your head up to look him. "yeah, that one right there," his hand caresses your cheek, his thumb lightly skimming across to your lower lip as you look at him.

"what do you mean?" it felt like a reflex for you to turn your cheek into his hand, the action happening before you knew it was. you long forgot about your food. the only thing you can do is focus on him. just looking up into his eyes flusters you.

"you look like you would get down on your knees and suck me off if i asked you to," it's infuriating how cute you look to him right now. your cheek was nuzzling slightly into his hand, much like a pet would.

clicking the ball of his tongue piercing on his teeth, scaramouche waits for your reaction. if you chose to walk away, he would let you. but he knew you wouldn't. whatever happens next is entirely up to you.

"what if i told you i would?" you shook a little as the words came tumbling out of your mouth. hearing his words reminds you of how wet you are. it took everything you had not to look away from him.

scaramouche froze for a moment, processing what you said. he honestly didn't expect you to be so straightforward. he thought he would have to bully it out of you. "c'mere," he takes his hand off your cheek, and grabs your wrist.

hastily, he pulls you into his dorm and shuts the door. "i'll bet you can't show me you are serious. weak nerds like you cave so easily," he scoffs, deciding to test you a little by putting his hand on your shoulder.

you shiver the moment he applies pressure, sinking to your knees if front of him. scaramouche's eyes widen for a moment as you look up at him. "i can prove it," you say, smiling softly at you nuzzle your cheek on his pelvis. "let me prove i can be a good girl for you." right now, in this moment, this is exactly where you want to be.

he grit his teeth looking down at you. "you know, you look adorable on your knees," he has spent so many nights with his hand fisting his cock, thinking about you in this exact position. looking up at him with utter adoration. fuck, it is making him hard.

you stay submissively quiet on your knees as he unbuttons his jeans. taking out his cock, he puts a hand on the back of your head. "open," he commands, tapping his index finger on his lips.

your eyes light up as you willingly open your mouth. his hand on the back of your head brings your mouth close to his leaking cock. he pokes the tip against your lips, smearing precum on them as he pushes it into your mouth.

your tongue flattens as you lick the slit, wrapping your hand around his cock. "fuck, i knew you were a weak slut," scaramouche hisses as your tongue glides wet on his cock head. his hand tightens in your hair, pushing your mouth onto his cock more, "be the good girl you promised you would be and suck."

you moan, opening your mouth to take his cock in. it pulses thick on your tongue as you suck. he groans as you gently grind the roof of your mouth on his cock. your clit throbs at his degradation, your panties clinging wetter between your legs.

he drinks in the look of adoration welling deeper in your eyes. it straight up makes him moan with pent up need. "that right, slut. keep sucking just like that," he holds your head in place, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

your pussy clenched hearing him degrade you so harshly. you muffle a moan on his cock, your sucks turning more eager as you stroke your fingers on the part that wasn't in your mouth. scaramouche rests his head against the wall, bobbing your mouth on his cock.

you rub your thighs together as drool pools out the corner of your mouth. you didn't need to think about anything other than pleasing him. your throat spasms around his cock as it suddenly hits the back of your throat.

"good girl, choking on my cock so well," he pushes hit into your throat again to feel the pure pleasure of it spasming pliable on his cock. you look so intoxicating right now, content to let him use your mouth to get off. the look in your eyes screams, please, enjoy me.

scaramouche has to bite back his whimper as his cock pulses in your mouth. "fuck, i am cumming," he mumbles as cum spurts warm and salty into your mouth. "swallow it all, whore," he groans, relaxing his hand on your hair and letting you suck him through his orgasm. his hand strokes through your hair until he pulls out of your mouth.

you obediently swallow, blushing as you saw a string of saliva connecting your tongue with his cock. sighing, he puts his cock back in his pants. it's so fucking sweet how you are looking up at him for some sort of guidance as to what to do next.

you really would look so pretty all collared up for him like the perfect pet.

"have you ever smoked pot before?" he asks, walking to grab a joint off his nightstand. he knew exactly what your answer would be. as he sits down, he pats the bed in signal for you to come sit with him.

"no, i haven't," you get to your feet, shyly making your way over to sit on his bed, "but i have been curious," you thought he would send you on your way once he got what he wanted. your heart is skipping beats in your chest at the thought of staying with him.

scaramouche spends the next few hours, shotgunning hits into your mouth while you watch him play video games. with each hit, his tongue devours your mouth, his lips needy on yours. he doesn't stop until your eyes look glazed over and hazy, and you are lying relaxed next to him on your stomach.

admittedly, he couldn't say he have an interior motive. as much as he wants his precious to relax, getting you high would make you more pliable for him. after a few hours of some conversation and smoking another joint, scaramouche turns off his game and rolls you over onto your back.

without a word, he captures your lips in a rough kiss. it strokes his ego how it takes no time at all for you to start moaning softly into his mouth as he devours yours with his tongue. his kisses turn more possessive as he takes your clothes off, carelessly tossing them on the floor.

he chuckles seeing the blush on your cheeks as he spreads your legs and slots himself between them. "why do you look so shy, hm?" his tongue dips between your folds, "you were sucking my cock like an eager slut a couple hours ago. it's cute, really," smirking, he licks stripes up and down your pussy.

your hips rock up to grind your pussy on his mouth. the wagging of his tongue piercing on your throbbing clit makes whimper tinged moans bubble up in your throat.

you don't know how much time passes as scaramouche tongue fucks your pussy until you start whimpering and moaning uncontrollably, his hands possessive and bruising on your hips as your hips they buck into his mouth.

you'd sucked him off so well. he has to reward you by returning the favor. as much as he wants to sink his cock inside of your tight, wet cunt right now, he knows just his tongue fucking into your hole will have to do. a delicate thing like you had to be corrupted slowly or you might shatter way too fast.

you passed right out shortly after cumming hard on his tongue, whimpering and shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. he keeps you tucked under his blanket, curled up against his side with your head resting on his chest.

"hey, are you awake?" he asks softly, tapping his index finger on your head. you didn't even stir, and he wasn't surprised. this had been your first smoke pot, and he had gotten you quite high before eating you out.

"don't worry, winter break is coming. everything will be okay then," he whispers, stroking his hand through your hair. you'd looked so fragile and delicate standing in the food court earlier. overwhelmed and tired. that if someone clapped at you the wrong way you would break.

life is full of loud and scary things. things that would break you. he couldn't have that. when winter break comes in a few weeks, he would make everything okay. before he went to sleep, he read a text that you'd sent a few days ago:

'i think i am really in love with my bully.'

[lucysarah-c]

Hey! Do you think Levi would “tease” you for example during a meeting? Like put his hand on your thigh and run his hand over your clothed crotch… Would he become mad if WE tease him?

Anyway, thanks for your great works and attention to your followers💗💗💗💗

Hey, how are you?

Thank you so much for saying that! I always say this—what makes this blog feel alive is you. You and everyone who stops by, who likes, who sends comments—so thank you, thank you, and thank you for being you, for trusting me with your thoughts, and for making this space so much fun.

Alright, let’s get into these scenarios—you gave me two, but I’m starting with the second one (I shouldn’t, but I will).

Teasing Levi—Know the Two Looks

If you want to tease Levi, you need to understand the two types of looks he’ll give you. And you have to learn them fast, because one is a dead-end, and the other? Well, that one can get you exactly what you want—but not without consequences.

The first look is his true deadpan. This one means, "Do not go there. I’m not in the mood." You press him here, and you’re setting yourself up for failure. Levi isn’t someone who likes being challenged when he’s genuinely done with everyone’s bullshit. If you push him in this mood, you’re not getting a flirty reaction—you’re getting a lecture. Especially, during a meeting. Levi is a workaholic, if his mind is set on work do not bother him.

Now, the second look—that’s the real game. This is the one that says, "Don’t test me." But if you’re smart, you know you can. It’s a warning, yes, but not a serious one. If you play your cards right, you’ll get out of there with a very different outcome—one that involves being pinned against a door instead of thrown out of an office. But if its the right type of askance look, you know which buttons to press. Be careful down, you´re down to be taught exactly what happens when you press those. No work done after the meeting for sure.

For example, say you’re in a meeting. Levi is a workaholic, and he takes his position seriously. But if it’s one of those endless, pointless meetings where everyone is just talking in circles, he’s already tuned out. And then he looks over—at you.

And suddenly, your ODM harness has never fit better. Your legs have never looked stronger. Your gear is pressing in all the right places, your shirt is just tight enough. Since when does the belt of the harness under your tits make them seem so perky? and Levi? He’s seeing it. He’s not just glancing—he’s looking. And when Levi looks like that, oh, he’s in for it.

Because here’s the thing about Levi: there’s a part of him—sharp, cocky, and untamed—that he buried when he became a captain. But it’s still there. And if he decides to let it out? Oh, you’re in for a ride.

He’s not just sassy—he’s dangerous. He’s not just cheeky—he’s insatiable. He takes what he wants.

And if you press his buttons just right? He’s pressing right the hell back.

One second, you’re whispering, telling him to behave because someone is still talking in front of you. The next, his hand is on your thigh, his fingers tracing just enough to make you lose focus. You glare at him, silently telling him to stop, but he smirks—because you don’t want him to stop. You´re fighting against the urge of rocking against the chair or his sneaky hand.

And he knows it.

Levi doesn’t just tease—he makes you suffer for it. Maybe you blush. Maybe your breath hitches. Maybe you swallow too hard, and suddenly, he’s the one murmuring, "Throat dry?" knowing damn well that’s not the problem.

And the worst part? He’s not subtle. Not even a little.

Because when that little Underground famous thug side of him comes out? Oh, baby, it’s over.

That’s the moment you’ll wish you had met him back in the Underground. Because that Levi? The one with no rules? He would’ve had you pinned against those damp, stone walls before you could even catch your breath. No time to think, no time to argue—just pure, raw instinct.

Because when Levi decides it’s over for you? You have no choice. He’s getting what he wants. And you’re going to love every second of it. That Levi, thug Levi, he likes it quick, he likes it steamy, hot and strong. Be ready to be fucked in the first cleaning closet he finds out of that office.

I had so much fun writing this one—thank you, thank you! 💋 Have a lovely day or night! Kisses!

[nelle-y]

A love story told through voicelines (Alhaitham ver.) I

C/W: alhaitham x gn!reader, not that slow of a burn, characters find the other annoying, reader is a teacher at the akademiya (Vahumana), they have history (iykyk), one nsfw innuendo, not proofread

Note: my humiliating attempt at writing Alhaitham’s smart ahh attitude >A< anw, lmk how you guys want this story to go! (comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated)

(You) About Alhaitham

Scribe Alhaitham? He’s… intelligent. That’s all I have to say.

(Alhaitham) About you

Hm.

(You) About Alhaitham: History I

He and I partnered up in a thesis which, thankfully, got approved by our professors. Working with him was challenging, to be honest. Every idea I had, he’d shut it down with some counter argument—“they’d never approve of that,” or “it has too many defects.” A conversation with him may as well be a debate! Frustrating and infuriating.

(Alhaitham) About you: History I

They are competent, I’ll admit that much. But their ideas? Flawed. Reckless. It’s as if they refuse to consider consequences before leaping into action. Every discussion turned into an exhausting debate—because, naturally, I had to be the one to explain why their half-formed theories wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny.

Really, for someone who specializes in history, you’d think they’d have learned from past mistakes. And yet, they persist.

(You) About Alhaitham: History II

Talking about this in my place of work is not really appropriate. … Fine! Yes, we were in… amorous congress. But it happened a long time ago—when we were still students. Just once. A drunken mistake, that’s all it was!

… Keep this between us, though. I love my job.

(Alhaitham) About you: History II

I’d rather this particular detail remain in the past where it belongs. It was years ago, an irrelevant event. I fail to see why anyone would find it worth discussing now.

Though, knowing them, they’d likely frame it as some dramatic mistake rather than what it was—an ill-advised but ultimately inconsequential decision. Either way, I don’t intend to entertain the conversation.

… You think I should drop by? Hm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to evaluate their current methodology.

(You) About Alhaitham: Work

It’s inevitable that we cross paths—he’s the Akademiya’s Scribe, after all. I can handle brief interactions, but when he lingers, it’s… bothersome. Always with that unreadable expression, listening too intently to everything I say. I know he’s just waiting to poke holes in my arguments. Ugh. Some things never change.

(Alhaitham) About you: Work

They have an irritating tendency to be vague, as if I won’t immediately notice the gaps in their reasoning. Do they think that being imprecise will make me less inclined to argue? If anything, it has the opposite effect.

I don’t intend to debate them at every opportunity, but when they make it so easy, I see no reason to hold back.

(You) About Alhaitham: Annoyance

Do you know how aggravating it is to give a lecture, only to see him sitting there in the back, arms crossed, silently judging every word that comes out of my mouth? He doesn’t even work in my Darshan! What is he doing there?! “It was on my way,” he says. “I had time to spare,” he says. Liar.

Having the Scribe in my classroom is distracting—both for me and my students. I’d appreciate it if he found a different way to pass the time. Preferably far away from my lectures.

(Alhaitham) About you: Observation

I fail to understand how they manage to get results. Their lectures lack structure, their methods are inconsistent, and yet… their students actually retain information. It goes against all logic.

Still, I suppose there’s something to be said about efficacy, no matter how unorthodox. Not that I’ll be admitting that to them. They’re insufferable enough as it is.

(You) About Alhaitham: A Final Thought

I swear, he only comes to my lectures to irritate me. He just sits there, arms crossed, waiting for me to say something he can nitpick. It’s distracting. The other day, I caught myself scanning the room to see if he was there before I even started teaching. Ridiculous.

…No, that doesn’t mean anything! It’s just easier to prepare for battle when you know the enemy is near!

(Alhaitham) About you: A Final Thought

They’ve developed an odd habit of pausing mid-lecture, glancing toward the back of the room—toward me. If I were to be charitable, I’d say they’re checking whether I have any objections.

But that would imply they value my opinion. Which, of course, is absurd.

(Your student) About you and the Scribe

… So, uh. Are those two dating or something?

[ghouljams]

re: holiday series with price

okay but imagine him posing for photos with you, paternal smiles and amicability from the front, but if they could see behind you he’s just got a fistful of your ass that’s he’s using to hold you in place, hissing between clenched teeth for you to “keep still, girl” 0_0

and he definitely would make you call him dad when he fucks you. Tells you how he couldn’t be a prouder dad, his best girl taking all of him, being so sweet and simple for him. such a smart girl, but your dad knows just how to fuck you dumb, and you’re so sweet for letting him

I want you to know that you are single handedly pushing me towards a graduation themed fic with that "keep still, girl." I'm going fucking insane about it.

He keeps smiling and telling your friends about how you're such a good girl, but you've always had trouble with strangers. "Never could get it through her head that folks might be dangerous" while his hand is slipped under your skirt. Making you sweat while you try and smile, try to hold a conversation, but his thick fingers are rubbing at your clothed cunt all the while. Such a smart girl is right, graduating with all those honors, but not smart enough to know that you can't trust men you meet online. Price is really doing you a favor by stealing you away and locking you up, you're just too trusting for your own good.

[violet-moonstone]

I know this wasn't the focus of the racism referenced in the most recent episode of Severance, but Mr. Milchick being reprimanded for "using too many big words" really stuck with me. I know how it feels to be in the "model minority" position, and sometimes you honestly don't know how much of your personality is genuine (either because of your upbringing or natural personality) and how much of it is a survival tactic.

But either way, being chastised for sounding "too smart" by people who you have to work twice as hard to impress because they already don't expect much from people who look like you is just....dear god it's so aggravating.

Because if it really is just the way you are, people (in and outside your race) will still accuse you of "trying to sound White". Then you end up not being "Black enough" for Black spaces but never being White enough to avoid being Othered. You just end up in this in-between space where you don't know where you belong.

And even if it is a carefully crafted persona, it's what you have to do to be taken seriously/seen as non-threatening in White spaces a lot of the time! And you still get punished for it!

I have a family member who has been told she "dresses too nicely" at work and that it intimidates other people. But I know for a fact that if she rocked up to work in leggings and a messy bun like a lot of her non-Black peers, she would not be seen as professional enough. She was basically like "thanks for your input but I will absolutely not be doing that."

Anyway Mr. Milchick is my favourite character currently and I hope he either becomes a major villain in his attempt to be seen as an equal or rebels against Lumon when he realizes that they will never see him as one. I'm here for either one.

[rusalka52]

Tell me l'm pretty

part 1

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

summary: You and your friend, Barty, sneak out of Hogwarts to go see this new band that is doing a gig near you. Little do you know that a particular raven haired Gryffindor has his eyes set on you and is determined to prove how pretty he is.

cw: drinking, mention of smoking, make out scene, Sirius is described as a bit of a bully in this one

3.4k words

A/N: this is my first fic l've ever posted on tumblr!! I've already planned a short second part for this one so let me know if anyone would like to be tagged in it. My requests for Sirius are also open if anyone is interested :3

“Dorcas, stop being such a wuss and help me do my hair already!” You huff as you throw your head back in exasperation, looking over at the apprehensive girl stood behind you. “The only one in danger of getting expelled right now is me, not you. Well Barty as well but when is he not on the verge of expulsion.” You giggle looking over at the brunette Ravenclaw boy next to you who just sticks his tongue out mockingly.

You were currently sat in the seventh year Slytherin girl’s dormitory getting ready, or at least attempting to get ready, for this new, up and coming punk band’s latest gig taking place just outside Hogsmeade. Their name was “The Siren Attack” or something along those lines. You didn’t really care, you just wanted an excuse to dress up with your friend, sneak out of school grounds and get drunk. Maybe even find a cute guy to snog if you’re lucky. The latest issue of Witch Weekly described them as the hottest new band in the wizarding world urging anyone close to one of their gigs to not miss it under any circumstance. They were basically asking for Hogwarts students to sneak out!

“Who else from our school do you think will attend?” Barty asks you as he applies the finishing touches to his dark eyeliner.

“Hmm I don’t know. Not anyone else from Slytherin that’s for damn sure,” you scoff, “they’re too uptight for that. No offence Cas, you know I love you” You were trying to put your hair into two buns at the nape of your neck but you were failing miserably, the desk a mess of hair ties, bobby pins and hair spray. “Fuck it.” You sigh letting your hair fall down naturally. “We don’t have enough time for this, if we don’t get going now, we will be late and there won’t be any available tickets. Barty! Did you hear me? Get up for Merlin’s sake!” You raise your voice grabbing the younger boy from his shoulders and yanking him off his seat.

“Fine, calm down! I’m ready! A man can’t even put on his earrings in peace anymore” He rolls his eyes.

“Cas, are you sure you’re not coming?” You give the girl behind you one final look while staring at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place.

“I already told you, I’m not risking expulsion for some silly band.” She says getting annoyed.

“Some silly band which that McKinnon bird is really into…” You correct. Dorcas shoves your shoulder playfully and flops down on her bed.

“Don’t call her "bird ", it makes you sound like Sirius Black!” She giggles as you look back at her, mouth agape. What a horrible insult directed at you, from someone you considered a friend no less!!!

Before you can retort, Barty grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of your dorm, reminding you of what you said before about being late.

~

The seventh year boy’s dorms over in Gryffindor tower weren’t in better condition either. Clothes tossed on the floor, two half-empty bottles of hairspray on the desk, a cracked mirror, music blasting so loudly the walls shook, and two boys screaming frantically at each other. Remus was smart enough to go sit in the common room to avoid the ruckus that was bound to play out but poor Peter was caught in the crossfire of the other two boys trying to get ready in time.

“James, where is my studded belt?”

“Belt’s in the top drawer. Pete! Have you seen that one black shirt I have the one with the- oh never mind it’s right here I’m standing on it...”

“Careful with the eyeliner you almost poked my eye out, mate.”

“Sirius, get the cloak, I’m ready.”

“PRONGS WAIT! I can’t find my damned wand.”

“Shit, where are my glasses?”

“WHERE IS THE BLOODY MAP!?”

After the two boys finally got their belongings in order they sprinted out of the door, nearly knocking a first year down the staircase. Peter was left in the dorm room, shell shocked from the battlefield he just witnessed. “Bloody hell, those two are worse than girls when getting ready.” Remus shook his head as he lowered the music, returning to his room the moment he saw the portrait slam behind them, accompanied by a shriek from the Fat Lady.

~

As James was heading towards the concert with Sirius, safely hidden beneath his invisibility cloak he started complaining about how he managed to get talked into going to this “stupid” gig. “I don’t even like music like that and you know it Pads. And I need to focus on N.E.W.T. this year like mum said. And I have quidditch practice tomorrow morning at 6am! Can you believe that? OH, and I've been making really good progress with Lily too, if she finds out I snuck out she will surely be cross with me. And I still need to-’

“ACHOO!”

A loud sneeze behind them interrupted the Gryffindor’s rambling and the two boys suddenly snapped their heads to see who it was, worried it might be a professor or prefect doing their nightly rounds and had heard their whispering. Not like they would see them, but it was still nerve-wracking, maybe their feet were visible from under the cloak. Security at the castle was bound to be tight tonight since word of the “Siren Attack” concert had spread throughout Hogwarts. They saw two figures approaching at the other end of the hall and they quickly scurried towards the wall. “Get the map” mouthed Sirius to James. But before James could even open his bag the two boys heard two familiar voices bickering.

“Bloody hell, Barty, with your allergies!” You whisper yelled, slapping Barty on the shoulder and looking around, praying that no one heard you.

“It’s not my fault! You know that!”

“Ugh, whatever, just keep walking before anyone sees us and we get in trouble. Can’t let Dorcas be right!” You groan passing right by the two boys under the invisibility cloak.

They stay put until they see you round the corner with Barty.

“I suppose they're going as well. Come on, Prongs, hurry, we can’t let them get the last tickets.” Says Sirius as he playfully shoves James towards the secret passageway that leads to Hogsmeade.

Sirius couldn't say that he was surprised when he saw Barty going to the gig but he really wasn’t expecting you to be accompanying him! He didn’t really know you that well, being in different houses and all, but he had taken notice of you since you were in the same year. You were decently attractive, he thought, although the dark clothes and intense makeup you wore now did make you more appealing to him. He always assumed that you were like every other Slytherin girl. Mean, catty, a gossiper, and most likely blood-purist. A blood-purist with a relatively good music taste, he thought, not like it makes a difference but it’s something.

~

You and Barty are three people away from reaching the ticket booth and two people ahead of James and Sirius, who you of course noticed since they started yelling and being obnoxious the moment they approached the queue. You looked around and spotted a couple Ravenclaw seventh years and one or two Hufflepuff boys from Barty’s year. The rest were either “Siren Attack” super fans that went to all their concerts or random people you didn’t recognise from the surrounding area.

5 minutes and 1 galleon later you finally enter the club and immediately get separated from Barty. You can see his thick mop of brown hair making a beeline towards the front of the stage, kicking and elbowing people to get out of his way, either careless or simply oblivious to the nasty looks people were giving him. If he wants to get beaten to a pulp by some jacked up skinhead you are not going to intervene. “He’s a sixth year and in Ravenclaw, for Salazar’s sake he should know better…” You roll your eyes as you head towards the bar.

What you had not noticed was a pair of grey eyes following your every move. For some reason Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off you, how did this prim and proper young lady from Slytherin (!) even end up at this place, heading towards the drinks no less! He had to find out more.

“Mate, come on, you dragged me all the way out here just for you to get distracted during the opening act by some lass from school.” James attempts to drag Sirius towards the center of the venue but the raven haired boy breaks free from his grasp coming up with a vague excuse of wanting a drink. James groans knowing already how this night will play out.

~

“One firewhiskey shot, please.”

“Make it two shots, mate.” Sirius calls out to the bartender as he leans on the bar next to you. You don’t even bother to turn to look at him, being able to recognise that annoying voice and suffocatingly strong cologne anywhere. Not that you paid attention to how he smelled, it was just difficult to avoid when he was constantly sitting behind you in charms since first year. You keep your eyes laser focused on your wallet as you pull out your money to hand to the bartender as he brings over the two drinks. Sirius, however, is faster than you and pays for both your drinks before you even outstretch your hand. You reluctantly put your coins back in your purse and grab your drink.

“What? I don’t even get a thanks?” Sirius laughs, mirth evident in his voice. “Merlin, why is he talking to me? Is he just going to try and humiliate me in public like he has done to countless other girls? Is he going to ask me out on a date and before I can even respond he will start laughing in my face telling me he would ‘never go out with someone like me’ and embarrass me in front of everyone, like he has done plenty of times in the corridors in between classes?” Your thoughts race.

“Thanks, I guess.” You offer him a tight lipped smile in an attempt to be polite.

“You’re pretty.” He says, confidence dripping from his lips like honey, downing his shot in gulp.

“Thanks.” You look sideways towards him and follow his lead, maybe this will take the edge off.

“Do you think I'm pretty?” He whispers in your ear moving closer to get a better look at your face.

“Uhh yeah sure, I guess?” You look directly at him this time no longer avoiding eye-contact. You take a step back and look him up and down and shake your head. “You’re alright-looking, I suppose! Anyway I have to go.” You smile, patting his shoulder and walking away to find Barty to make sure he’s still alive.

Sirius is left standing at the bar looking at your retreating form dumbfounded. No one had ever refused his advances in that way before. They usually had a valid reason, such as them being in a relationship, no one has ever told him that he was just “alright-looking”. Godric, he felt so stupid, is this how all the girls he rejected felt, he wondered. No, Sirius Black is not just “alright-looking” and he would make sure you know that.

Your plan that the comment you made would stop him from pursuing you unfortunately backfired and instead it had the complete opposite effect from what you were aiming for. You hoped he’d get the hint to not make fun of you, not that you were challenging him! Sirius might not have been fully interested in you before, only looking for a quick snog from a pretty girl and maybe something more, but now things were different. He had to show you how pretty he can be and change your mind.

“Is the little snake not interested?” James giggles when he notices Sirius’ shocked expression as approaches the bar. “Don’t worry, mate, I’m sure there’s other girls here that are single!” He pats his friend on the back and orders another round of shots for the two of them.

“She called me “alright-looking”.” Sirius states still looking off into the crowd where you disappeared.

“No… surely not. She must be blind to not see how sexy you are!” James winks teasingly, faux flirting with his friend. Sirius rolls his eyes and turns back to the bar grabbing his shot.

~

Approximately 30 minutes later the opening band finishes their set and the headliners get on stage. Immediately after the lead singer takes the mic and screams at the crowd to “Get wild”, a sudden panic breaks out. Girls screaming, guys pushing their way to the front and shoving everyone around them, people jumping to the beat. No way in hell are you enduring all this.

“Barty, I need a drink, do you want anything?” You tell your friend, screaming over the loud music. He shakes his head no and you push your way towards the bar. Hopefully Black won’t find you this time, busying himself with some other girl or guy. Fate seems to not be on your side tonight seeing as the moment you reach the bar you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. Your eyes drift over to his arm first, focusing on the messily applied chipped black nail polish, he probably fancies himself a punk or something, the intricate silver rings adorning his fingers, the veins running up his forearm. You tear your eyes away immediately. “Salazar, what’s the matter with me! It’s Sirius Black for Merlin’s sake, focus!” You think to yourself as you turn your head to look at his face.

You see his lips moving but there is no sound coming out. You go on your tiptoes and lean your ear closer to his lips to hear what he said. The music is deafeningly loud for such a small venue.

“Let me buy you another drink, darling.” He whispers, lips grazing your ear and arm dropping from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer. Now, under normal circumstances you would have pushed him away, maybe even slapped him for this but tonight was different. The alcohol was flowing, the music was good and the crowd was overwhelmingly energetic. So you decided to not push him away and humour him, for a bit at least.

“And why should I let you do that?” You whisper back, a teasing lilt underlining your voice.

“Because this way I can show you how pretty I can really be. Plus you’ll be getting a free drink out of it. A net positive for the both of us, don’t you think?” He replies enthusiastically.

“Hm. Fine, go ahead and order, I suppose”

The drinks arrive, he pays, arm still securely placed on your waist, and he turns his attention back to you.

“So, tell me, love, how come you ended up in a place like this?”

“You do know that Gryffindors aren’t the only ones with good music taste, right?” You answer, raising your brow and looking up at his grey eyes.

“Well, colour me shocked!” He replies sarcastically with a faux surprised look on his face.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat, “I have to say I’m more than pleased to see you without that horribly prudish uniform they make us wear at school. Who would have known you were hiding figure like that…” he replies, eyes trailing down towards your chest. “Your shirt definitely highlights your… umm… assets.” You should’ve been annoyed at his vulgarity and very shameless ogling but you were hoping to find a cute guy to snog. And there was a very cute, and evidently very willing candidate right in front of you.

“Oh yeah? What else do you like about my outfit?” You ask, looking up at him and resting your hand on his shoulder, fully turning your body towards him.

“I would tell you, but you still haven’t answered my question from before. Do you think I'm pretty?” He tilts his head like a puppy as he licks his lips.

“Well, I did say you were alright-looking didn’t I? My answer remains the same, unless there is anything you can show me that will change my mind.”

“Oh, darling, I definitely have things I can show you.” He replies, his voice low and teasing. His hand ghosts over the empty space between your shirt and skirt, fingers grazing your skin lightly, inching his fingers slowly under your shirt.

You suddenly grab his arm to stop him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Restroom…” You whisper looking around. If Barty, or anyone else from school for that matter, sees you snogging Sirius Black in the middle of a concert your reputation would be done for. Your hold on his arm tightens as you start leading him towards the women’s stalls. You can vaguely hear him whisper a “fuck, finally” as he obediently follows behind you.

~

Once the door to the furthest stall locks his lips are immediately firmly planted onto yours and you definitely don’t hesitate to kiss him back.

After a second Sirius pulls back and looks deep in your eyes.

“Why did you stop?” Your voice comes out in a whine, breathless from the kiss.

“Tell me I’m pretty.” He says, almost demands as one of his hands reaches up and tangles itself in your hair, making sure to keep you head facing him.

“Is this really what this is about? Do you really want to hear me say those words?” You ask teasingly.

“Mhm.”

“Say please.”

“Please…” His voice is now more akin to a dog whimpering and panting rather than a human.

“You are very pretty.” You finally say, giving him what he wants, and he doesn’t waste a single second, going back to kissing you immediately after those words leave your lips. His hold on your hair tightens and you gasp as his tongue meets yours. He tasted like that horrible whiskey he had been drinking all night and all the cigarettes he smoked, the flavours making you dizzy, as he starts lowering his head, kissing and sucking on your neck. You feel his other hand start to hungrily, maybe even desperately, push up your shirt, squeezing and grabbing any flesh his hands could reach. His hand slowly reaches behind your back ready to unclasp the hooks of your bra when a sudden and loud knock on the stall door interrupts your moment.

“Open the damn door already, I need to piss.” You hear a drunk girl slur against the restroom door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, not now.” Sirius whispers breathless as he pulls away from your neck, his lips red and sore from his fervent kisses a second ago. You gently put your hand over his own, which is still positioned under your shirt, and slowly push him away.

“Maybe another time pretty boy, hm?” You whisper to him.

“Oh, definitely.” He nods enthusiastically, as if in a daze.

~

The next morning -thankfully a Saturday so no early classes- you wake up with a horrible headache, a dizziness that you can’t seem to shake off, a need for scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee, smudged makeup all over your pillow, your bag open next to your head and a feeling that something is digging into your back. You sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and turn to look behind you. Sirius Black’s fucking wand is right there on your bed. That son of a bitch! He must have slipped it into your bag last night without you noticing on purpose so you’ll have to go up to him the next day and give it to him, actively making you embarrass yourself. You cannot believe the gall of that guy. He is unbelievable and a massive cu-

“Is that Black’s wand?” Dorcas asks, interrupting your train of thought.

“Uhhh no…” You say, quite unconvincingly, while hiding the wand under your covers.

“Huh, right, I’ll pretend I believe you for now. Go get dressed so we can head to breakfast. I'm starving! Oh! And you have to tell me everything that happened at the concert last night!!!” Dorcas exclaims grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up.

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[mouchiiarts]

Y'know what I need to bring this back because this mini series, as fun as it can be sometimes, kind irks me in a specific way.

Because it's really really obvious Jess didn't do any amount of research into the game (which honestly this is a major issue in her writing in general. She writes like she already knows what she's talking about even when she's wrong and it definitely shows).

I'm unfamiliar with Final Fantasy, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I get the very strong impression that Jess just took the Final Fantasy lore/world building and slapped the D&D name onto it. You have the basic character sheets and dice rolling which is accurate, but the world building feels so off?? Honestly if this had been explained to be a homebrew campaign, I could accept the slightly skewed world building. Except it's not.

Mages, at least not how they're presented in the D&D miniseries, don't exist in D&D. At least not your basic 5e, which is the most well known version of D&D. Also, elves aren't really prejudiced against in D&D? Actually elves, at least high elves, tend to be the racist/discriminatory ones. Tieflings receive the most flack of the D&D races save for Drows. So that one town hating Aphmau for being an elf feels kind of like an odd choice. So it makes no sense for Aphmau to be an elf mage! Like I said above, a dwarf cleric would make way more sense for her.

I think Aaron is meant to be a barbarian? So ok points there that's accurate to the game. I don't think he should be wearing armor though if he's a barbarian but, eh, it's a minor thing. He would have a great axe tho that's so real. I would've made him a half orc ranger. Aaron's actually pretty smart and, at least in MCD, is good with tracking and has a "man who lives off the wilderness" vibe to him. He would be a werewolf too just for fun.

ZANE BEING A KNIGHT THOUGH- Yes, knights exist in D&D, they're a subclass of the Fighter class. My main issue is that Zane wouldn't be a Fighter, he's more likely to be a rogue if anything else. I could maybe see him being a wizard since he's kinda studious in MCD, but that's honestly as far as I think he'd go in terms of a magic based class. Plus, a crafty sneaky character who lurks in the shadows feels more on brand for Zane. Also, Zane is specified to be a "dark knight." Yeah that doesn't exist in D&D. The closest you'd get to that is an aligned evil paladin or fighter? Or just an oath of revenge paladin who serves an evil god. And again, Zane as a high elf rogue who's extremely emo and edgy. It's right there.

Nana being a regular cat girl and not a tabaxi or leonin, or a different kind of cat-person is evidence towards the "Jess slapped Final Fantasy lore onto D&D and called it a day" theory. Why is she a mostly human cat girl? Again, those don't exist in D&D unless it's explicitly a homebrew campaign, which this isn't. And her class is never mentioned, so I'm going to assume she's another fighter? Maybe she was mentioned to be another knight? Which would make for an extremely unbalanced party imo. So Tabaxi wild magic sorcerer makes the most sense for her imo.

This series was also a MAJORLY missed opportunity to include Travis as a tiefling warlock. His dad is his patron? Hello? Plus we could've had another magic user in the group. Travis using Eldritch blast would've been hilarious.

I also think Garroth should've had a character too. I think it would make sense for him to be a human paladin of Tyr. Make him like MCD Garroth! He could've brought some nice grounded-ness to the group.

And just for a fun idea: Laurance (as recommended by the wonderful @heishikeki) would be a dragonborn bard.

The Aphmau D&D side stories don't get D&D right at all. Mainly in regards to the characters.

Because.

If Jess had even an inkling of an understanding of the different races/classes/basic world building in D&D, she would've known which races/classes the mys cast would've been.

Why is Aphmau the elf??? She should've been a halfling or gnome cleric?? Maybe a dwarf if she wanted to be generous with the height.

You can pry "edgy first D&D high elf rogue oc" Zane from my cold dead hands. That man would've heard "you can make your character be anyone" and he would've made the edgiest, most traumatized little elf rogue you can think of.

Nana is obviously a Tabaxi and I'm thinking she should've been a sorcerer? It makes the most sense for her I feel.

Garroth is the only human there and he gets to be the paladin. Because MCD. Also DM gets a character be Garroth is such a nerd for D&D.

Aaron is a half elf werewolf ranger send tweet.

Travis as a tiefling warlock. TRAVIS AS A TIEFLING WARLOCK. JESSICA. IT'S RIGHT THERE. IT'S RIGHT THER-

[greenerteacups]

Apologies if you have answered that question before but, since you mentioned Bill and Fleur in one of your last posts, I wanted to ask what you think about their relationship? They've always been one of my favorite canon ships but a recent reread hasn't been too kind to it — the age difference (which i somehow never really clocked) + Bill not really saying/doing anything to defend Fleur. Plus just leaving her stranded with his family in their cottage lmao, though that may be a side-effect of Rowling going very stereotypical with her couples once they settle down (why wouldn't Fleur be working?!). Long story short, I've been loving the two (and Fleur especially, SHE IS NO ONE'S ORNAMENT DAMN RIGHT) in Lionheart ("Apparently I'll answer to 'tall Englishman'", Bill getting his ass handed to him by a petite Frenchwoman — my beloveds) but would love to hear more of your perspective! :)

CANON BILLFLEUR i love... secret age gap coworkers to lovers to monsterfuckers arc... beautiful French academic decathlon finalist (and honorary cringefail girlboss, though that's not really her fault on account of having tried to play honestly in the Faculty Cheating Competition), descended from a race of hypnotically gorgeous man-eating sirens, falls in love with long-haired sexually ambiguous wizard indiana jones. while they're coworkers. at a bank. then Wizard Indiana Jones (who wears an earring btw) gets bit by a werewolf and becomes NOT an actual werewolf but like. the diet Y/A Teen Wolf sexyman with hunky scars. molly's sobbing over losing his good looks meanwhile fleur is sitting there desperately resisting the urge to punch the air and do a victory lap.

their love story is also hilarious. bill has about 4 lines in the entire series and somehow pulls the hottest girl in the book. king of shutting the fuck up. a parable for all of us. fleur? even better. molly straight-up calls fleur shallow to her face at her fiance's hospital bedside and she basically hits her with "chill out, he was already punching." the absolute panache. it tells us so much about their relationship even though we don't get to see it. fleur has that man HANDLED. she is not worried. we don't know what their sex life is like but babygirl WAS NOT CONCERNED about him getting "aggressive at certain times of the month." stone cold pokerface did not break a sweat. make of that what you will.

more seriously. the 17/25 age gap thing is not like, great. but also it's not terrible for me considering (a) age gaps in the wizarding world are kinda fucked anyway and (b) she's fully the hottest woman to ever exist. and bill is a smart practical dude who if he's anything like his father is ass over teakettle in love with his wife. if anything i think fleur probably ran point on that particular mission. like, from bill's perspective, you're a competent and respected guy at the office, you're known for being smart and capable, and you're just getting to the point where you're up for serious promotions. and then there's the new girl at the office, who's a freshly legal blonde frenchwoman, and she's also ridiculous looney-tunes level hot. if you so much as smile at her your office buddies are going to roast you to hell. you will never live it down. and meanwhile fleur is coming into this new office, and the only guy she even kind of knows is the older brother of harry potter's best friend, who she interacted with for 0.1 seconds a year ago. but he's also cool and competent and everybody respects him. in her mind, he is a prey animal. he is the gazelle to her cheetah on the savannah. she is stalking him like big game. once she gets over how much he pisses her the fuck off I think she engages in emotional terrorism until he caves and asks her out. as is her right as a frenchwoman <3

[eldritch-spouse]

Santi (and the icons) with a darling that, every time they have sex, as soon as they get inside you, via fingers, tongue, or dick, they immediately cum. No matter what they do, no matter how much endurance they have, they immediately cum so hard they have to stop for a bit. And every time they can go again, the same thing happens, and they don't know why. (I'm dying imagining the look on Cero and Kaly's faces).

[YO I FUCKING LOVE THAT. WOAH. You triggered something in me anon.]

Santi can't say this happens to him often. Or at all, honestly. It's the first time he's ever penetrated anyone and immediately finished. When he's not clutching you for dear life, grunting and moaning from the suddenness of his own orgasm, he spends a few moments wondering how this happened while watching his own cum drop to the sheets between your legs. This is about one of the most disappointing things he could do to a customer. But it was also probably one of the best orgasms of his entire life, if he's being honest. Somehow, someway, with heated cheeks, Santi apologizes smoothly and suggests focusing on you for a while now (mostly because, even if he's not flagged, he's still out of it). Hahah, guess he was reeeally hungry love... He's going to work to build more endurance, you deserve to get fucked properly without him blowing his load instantly.

There are so many things Rinx expected, but not this. The Icon shudders and garbles a noise like he's being choked when possibly the harshest load of his life leaves him, gripping you so hard it bruises. As the Icon deflates, he wonders how long it must have been to make this happen. Ultimately, he chalks it up to romantic feelings actually being the cause of his quickshot moment, growing increasingly embarrassed when it keeps happening. To the point where Rinx might spend a lot more time in foreplay stages, to both ensure you're having a good time and to let himself enjoy acts like thigh-fucking or even a simple handjob. He can't often resist the thought of just sliding into you for an instant orgasm though, it's a little too tempting when you're just at arm's length. He'll only work on it if you express disappointment.

Cero freezes. It wasn't just the scandalous noise he made, the beastial drooling or even the jitter of his hips as he had no choice but to hump through the quickest orgasm of his life. It was that he did this with you, the one person he cares to truly impress in bed. Cero doesn't fail in bed. He's got an enviable cock and he has stamina, he knows what to do, he's no novice- Yet there's nothing but shame in him when he feels his own seed seep through you, coating his dick and thighs mockingly. He doesn't even allow you to look at his face, shoving you on the bed face-down and working relentlessly to make you cum before you can think about saying anything. If you're smart, you won't tease him about it. For your own good. Cero immediately starts cockwarming sessions to try and fix this somehow, desensitize himself, but as soon as either one of you shifts too much, he'll buck and blow it inevitably. He hates this.

Livius is another one that freezes. He's also never had this happen to him. And, as far as he knows, he can't physically force himself to be a quickshot in order to mimic anyone. He's going to pay very close attention to how you react to this, because there's no way you're not feeling the bucket load he just drilled into you. His go-to response is to immediately shift into a demeanor that you might like. Whether it be domineering and harsh or pathetic and desperate, he seeks to overwhelm you enough to forget that even happened. When this repeats itself, adding further stress to Livius, he vows to fix it by changing you, instead of himself. How alien. Fine. If he must cum every time he enters you, then maybe you ought to suffer the same fate, then the two of you will truly be in synch, right? It's only a matter of time until he finds a way to achieve this.

Kalymir sees this as a defeat. You've defeated him by completely catching him by surprise. He may have snarled his climax and slumped for the briefest of moments, exhaling almost softly against you, but a rage so hot consumes him that the King gives you absolutely no second to mock him. He may be pretty spent, and the overstimulation is almost hurting him, his legs are certainly trembling a little- But Kalymir will keep fucking you through his orgasm, a gross and sloppy sound ringing as he makes it a point to have you climax as quickly as possible too. The more this happens, the more frustrated he gets, though the orgasm is always satisfying and good. He tries fucking you in every position, in every other hole, it's pointless. At some point, Kalymir just builds endurance to keep rutting you through his first orgasm, not even counting it. He always kind of ends up sweating like a pig and collapsing somewhere though. Doesn't matter, it's a workout.

You might think Zizz is a quickshot simply because he's the King of sloth, but he himself is kind of bothered by this. There's nothing he loves more than taking sex slow, you might be trapped with him for hours at a time. So he grunted and spasmed when he was forced to orgasm as soon as you took him in. He'll take a bit longer to recover from it, letting you sit plugged with his load for a bit, but Zizz doesn't freak out. After all, he has time, he can play with you and your now sloppy hole for a while, waiting to recover. Zizz accepts this rather well, and even your jabs are welcomed, but expect his own jeering and getting cum-soaked fingers in your mouth if you talk too much. He grows to like the sensation of immediately marking you, before any real fucking happens. Zizz is also lazy enough to grab you for a quick orgasm, then let you decide if you want to continue or just leave the encounter there.

Vorticia has no idea how this even happens. All she did was eat you out. She can't possibly be that desperate for sex. She tries to mask it as well as she can so that you don't notice it, but it's hopeless, she's always been very vocal as a woman when she comes. Fortunately, it's easier for her than it is for a male to keep going, so she simply punishes you for any snide comments and makes sure to proportion an equally pleasurable experience. She'd like to know why she keeps orgasming basically untouched just by inserting anything in you, but it's a brand new sensation, and she'd be lying to say that it doesn't feel amazing. Instead of being deeply embarrassed, the Queen experiments, thinking that maybe she can create an even more intense instant orgasm by perhaps penetrating you with an engorged clit. You will never leave these encounters without your own share of course, but Vorticia usually gets several.

Vesper takes it in stride. He knows he's not a quickshot, you just have insane potential. Your body is so perfect!! He himself has made many people cum as soon as they enter him, as soon as they touch him, it's only fitting that you sport the same talent. He relishes in this, always eager to milk as many orgasms as he can out of both you and him, he even uses his magic to augment the experience, to make it so that both you and him are constantly going over the edge from the smallest stimulus. It's an addicting loop that drives him completely feral and usually destroys any room the two of you get started in. This is technically kind of bad, because Vesper will exhaust you dangerously and might thrust himself into spontaneous ruts, bursting out of the mansion to ravage the streets after a lengthy time with you. The King will not stop singing your praises, always eager to take you to some of the most challenging people he knows, just so he can see the looks on their faces when they instantly bust their load.

[vampseasoned]

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦: 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 𝘅 𝗥𝗵𝗲𝗮 𝗥𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘅 𝗝𝗲𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗼

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,776

Chapter three ; you won't believe this false hope

Jey pov:

I've been watching Rhea and Roman's relationship dynamic with a mix of fascination and concern. As Rhea's best friend, I've seen her go through a lot, but this... this is different. There's something about Roman that draws her in, something that makes her want to stay despite the obvious red flags.

I remember the first time Rhea told me about Roman's controlling behavior. She brushed it off as "caring" and "protective," but I knew better. I've seen the way he looks at her, the way he talks to her. It's like he's trying to own her, to keep her trapped in this bubble of his making.

But Rhea's not stupid. She's strong, smart, and capable. So why is she still with him?

I've tried talking to her about it, but she just gets defensive. She says I don't understand, that Roman loves her in his own way. And maybe that's true. But love shouldn't feel like a prison sentence, should it?

I've been keeping a close eye on their relationship, making sure Rhea knows I'm always here for her. But Roman's getting more and more agitated. He doesn't like that I'm around, that I'm a influence in Rhea's life.

One night, I saw him yelling at her in the parking lot. I didn't intervene, knowing that would only make things worse. But I could see the fear in Rhea's eyes, the way she cowered under his angry words.

After that, I knew I had to do something. I started discreetly digging into Roman's past, looking for any dirt that might help Rhea see the truth. And what I found...

Let's just say Roman's not who he says he is.

I'll have to tread carefully, though. If Roman finds out I'm snooping around, he'll stop at nothing to silence me. But I won't back down. I'll do whatever it takes to protect Rhea, to help her see that she deserves so much better.

I gathered all the evidence I could find and carefully planned my approach. I knew Rhea wouldn't take it well at first, but I had to try. She deserved to know the truth about Roman.

I waited until we were alone at my place, just the two of us, before bringing it up. We were lounging on the couch, binge-watching our favorite TV show, when I casually mentioned Roman's name.

"Hey, Rhea? Can I talk to you about something?"

She looked at me warily, sensing something was off. "What is it, Jey?"

I took a deep breath and dove in. "I've been doing some research on Roman. And let's just say I found some... interesting things."

Rhea's expression turned defensive, just as I expected. "What are you talking about, Jeys? You're just being paranoid."

"Roman's not who he says he is, Rhea," I said gently but firmly. "He's been lying to you about his past, about his family, about everything."

Rhea laughed, a hard, bitter sound. "You don't know what you're talking about, Jey. Roman would never lie to me."

I pulled out my phone and showed her the evidence I'd gathered. Articles, police reports, witness statements – it was all there, in black and white.

Rhea's face went pale as she scrolled through the documents. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of doubt.

But then, her expression hardened. "This is all just a coincidence, Jeys. You're just trying to ruin my relationship because you don't like Roman."

I sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. Why couldn't she see the truth?

"Rhea, listen to me," I said, taking her hands in mine. "I'm not trying to ruin your relationship. I'm trying to save you from him. He's controlling, manipulative, and dangerous. You deserve so much better than that."

Rhea yanked her hands away, her eyes flashing with anger. "You don't understand, Jey. Roman loves me. He would never hurt me."

"I hope you're right, Rhea," I said, my heart heavy with concern. "But if you're wrong... if he hurts you... I'll be here, waiting to help you pick up the pieces."

Rhea glared at me, her face twisted in a mix of fear and determination. "I don't need your help, Jey. I can take care of myself."

I nodded, feeling a sense of unease. I knew Rhea was stubborn, but this was different. This was about her safety, her well-being.

As she stormed out of my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just lost my best friend to the clutches of a monster.

Rhea's POV

I stormed out of Jey's apartment, feeling angry and frustrated. How could he do this to me? How could he try to ruin my relationship with Roman?

I knew Jey didn't like Roman, but this was taking it too far. He was trying to control me, to tell me what to do, just like Roman said he would.

I walked home, my mind racing with emotions. Part of me was angry with Jey for interfering, but another part was scared. What if he was right? What if Roman was lying to me?

I pushed those thoughts away, focusing on the love and care Roman had shown me. He was the first person to really understand me, to really get me.

When I got home, Roman was waiting for me, concern etched on his face. "Hey, what's wrong? You look upset."

I told him everything, leaving out no details. Roman listened attentively, his expression growing darker with each passing moment.

When I finished, he took my hand, his grip firm but gentle. "Rhea, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Jey was doing this to you."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Roman was on my side, not Jey.

"What am I going to do, Roman?" I asked, feeling lost and scared.

Roman's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "We'll take care of Jey, don't worry. He won't bother you again."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Roman. He was protecting me, looking out for me.

But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that made me pause. A glint of anger, of possessiveness.

And for a moment, I wondered if Jey was right.

As we walked into the arena in Philly, I could feel the energy coursing through my veins. Roman was pumped up, his eyes blazing with determination.

But before the arena opened, Roman pulled me aside, his hand on my arm. "Wait here for a minute, I need to take care of something."

I nodded, watching as Roman walked over to Jey, who was standing by the ring, stretching his arms.

Their conversation was brief, but intense. Roman's face was red, his jaw clenched, and Jey looked like he was refusing to back down.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Roman walked back to me, his eyes glinting with a fierce light.

"What was that about?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Roman's smile was tight, his lips pressed together. "Just a little wager, Rhea. Jey and I are going to have a match tonight. If I win, he has to stay away from you. And if he wins..."

Roman's voice trailed off, and I felt a sense of unease growing inside me.

"If he wins, then what?" I pressed, my heart pounding in my chest.

Roman's eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, I saw something there that made my blood run cold.

"If Jey wins, then I'll tell you the truth about my past," Roman said, his voice low and husky. "But I won't lose, Rhea. I won't lose."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. What was Roman hiding from me? What secrets was he keeping?

As we entered the arena, the crowd erupted into cheers, but I was too stunned to react. I was trapped in a world of uncertainty, with Roman's secrets looming over me like a dark cloud.

The match began, and I watched in a daze as Roman and Jey faced off in the ring. The crowd was on their feet, cheering and chanting, but I was frozen, my eyes fixed on Roman's face.

What would happen if Jey won? What secrets would Roman reveal?

And what if Roman won? Would he really keep me trapped in his web of lies?

The outcome of the match was far from certain, but one thing was clear: only one of them would emerge victorious. And I was trapped in the middle, torn between the two men in my life.

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The bell rang, and the match began. Roman and Jey faced off in the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The crowd was electric, chanting and cheering as the two men circled each other. I watched in awe as they exchanged blows, their movements quick and precise. Jey was giving Roman a run for his money, but Roman was determined to win.

As the match wore on, I found myself on the edge of my seat, my heart pounding in my chest. Michael Cole, the commentator, was shouting in my ear, "It's anyone's game, folks! These two are giving it their all!"

Suddenly, Jey landed a series of rapid-fire punches, sending Roman crashing to the mat. The crowd erupted into cheers as Jey climbed to the top rope, his eyes fixed on Roman.

"Here comes the finisher!" Michael Cole shouted, his voice hoarse from yelling.

Jey launched himself off the top rope, landing a picture-perfect 450 splash. The crowd exploded, and I was on my feet, screaming along with them.

Roman kicked out at the last second, but Jey wasn't deterred. He hooked Roman's leg, and the referee counted to three.

"It's all over, folks!" Michael Cole screamed. "Jey has won the match!"

I was stunned. Jey had actually done it. He'd beaten Roman in the ring.

As Jey celebrated his victory, he made his way over to me, a sly smile spreading across his face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I told you I'd do it, Rhea," he whispered, his voice husky.

And then, he kissed me. The crowd erupted into cheers, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

But before I could process what was happening, Roman stormed over, his face twisted with rage. He grabbed Jey, slamming him against the ropes.

"You think you've won, Jey?" Roman snarled, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you've beaten me?"

The referees came running out, trying to break up the fight. But Roman and Jey were beyond reason, their anger and adrenaline fueling their brawl.

Finally, the referees managed to pry them apart, holding them back as they shouted and snarled at each other.

The crowd was on its feet, chanting and cheering, but I was frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. What would happen next? Would Roman finally tell me the truth about his past?

And what did Jey's victory mean for our complicated web of relationships?

As the referees dragged Roman and Jey out of the ring, I was left standing alone, my mind reeling with questions.

I walked backstage, my mind reeling with thoughts and emotions. What had just happened out there? Why had Jey kissed me? And what was Roman going to do now that he'd lost the match?

I felt like I was trapped in a whirlwind, with no idea what was coming next. My heart was racing, and my mind was spinning with questions.

As I turned a corner, I almost collided with Jackie, the journalist. She was always snooping around, looking for a scoop, and I knew she'd be all over this story like a vulture.

"Rhea, what happened out there?" Jackie asked, her eyes snapping with excitement. "What was going on between you and Jey?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to fuel the gossip mill, but I also didn't want to lie.

"It was just a celebratory kiss," I said finally, trying to downplay the situation. "Jey was just excited about his win."

Jackie raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Save it, Rhea. I've been watching you two, and I know there's more to it than that. What's going on between you and Jey?"

I sighed, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Why couldn't people just leave me alone?

"Look, Jackie, I don't know what you're trying to dig up, but there's nothing going on between me and Jey. Roman and I are still together, and I'm happy with him."

Jackie's face fell, but only for a moment. Then, her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint.

"Well, I'm sure Roman will be thrilled to hear about that kiss," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'll make sure to get that quote in my next article."

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of annoyance. Why did Jackie always have to stir up drama?

"Thanks, Jackie," I said, my voice heavy with sarcasm. "I'm sure Roman will just love reading about this in the tabloids."

Jackie grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, someone's got to keep the drama alive, Rhea. And right now, you're the queen of drama."

I muttered under my breath, shaking my head as I walked away. Why did I always get stuck in these situations.

As I disappeared into the backstage area, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a very long, very complicated night.

Roman's pov:

I stormed into my locker room, slamming the door shut behind me. That match had been a disaster. I couldn't believe I'd let Jey get the better of me.

I needed to get my mind off it, to clear my head and refocus. A shower was just what I needed.

I stripped off my gear and stepped under the hot water, letting out a deep breath as the tension began to melt away.

As I dressed and towelled off, I felt a little better. But my mind was still racing, still replaying the match and all the what-ifs.

I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off things. And then I remembered the old photos I kept locked in my phone.

I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through the photos, nostalgia washing over me. There were pictures of my family, of my old life before the wrestling world.

As I scrolled through the photos, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. This was what I needed, a reminder of where I came from and what I'd overcome.

But then, I heard the sound of the door opening, and I looked up to see Rhea standing in the doorway, her eyes locked on mine.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable. I could see the questions in her eyes, the doubts and the fears.

And I knew that I had to tell her the truth. I had to tell her everything.

I saw the questions in Rhea's eyes, the doubts and fears that Jey's victory had stirred up. But I knew that I had to reassure her, to make her see that everything was going to be okay.

I walked over to her, my eyes locked on hers, and gently cupped her face in my hands. I could feel the tension in her body, the uncertainty that was eating away at her.

But I knew just what to do to calm her down.

I softly kissed her forehead, my lips brushing against her skin in a gentle, soothing motion. I felt her relax, her body sagging into mine as she let out a deep breath.

"Sit down, Rhea," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "Let me get dressed, and then we'll talk about everything that's going on."Rhea nodded, her eyes still locked on mine, and I guided her over to the bench in the locker room. She sat down, her eyes never leaving mine, and I could see the trust in her gaze.

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I knew that I had to be honest with her, to tell her everything. But for now, I just wanted to take care of her, to make her feel safe and loved.

I turned to get dressed, my movements quick and efficient as I pulled on my clothes. Rhea watched me, her eyes following my every move, and I could sense her emotions, her uncertainty and her fear.

But I knew that I could make it all better. I knew that I could make her feel safe again, that I could make her trust me.

And as I turned back to her, my heart pounding in my chest, I knew that I was ready to do whatever it took to make her happy.

I finished getting dressed and turned back to Rhea, who was still sitting on the bench, her eyes fixed on me.

"Roman, I need to know the truth," she said, her voice firm but her eyes pleading.

I hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. I knew I should tell her everything, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Rhea, I promise you, everything will be okay," I said, trying to placate her. "Let's just focus on us, on our relationship. We can work through anything as long as we're together."

Rhea looked at me, her eyes searching for the truth. And then, she seemed to make a decision.

"I need some time to think," she said, grabbing her things and standing up.

I felt a surge of panic, realizing that I'd said the wrong thing.

"Rhea, wait," I said, reaching out to her.

But she was already gone, storming out of the locker room without looking back.

I was left standing there, feeling stunned and guilty. I knew I'd made a mistake, and now I was going to have to pay the price.

Just then, the door swung open again, and Jey walked in.

"Hey, is Rhea in here?" he asked, looking around the locker room.

I shook my head, feeling a sense of unease. "No, she just left."

Jey's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to sense the tension in the air.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice neutral.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But then, I heard the sound of Rhea's footsteps, growing fainter as she walked away from the locker room.

"Nothing," I lied, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me.

Jey looked at me, his eyes piercing. And for a moment, I thought he saw right through me, that he knew I was hiding something.

But then, he turned and walked out of the locker room, leaving me alone to wonder what I'd just done.

Jey's pov:

I walked out of Roman's locker room, feeling a sense of unease. Something was off, and I could tell that Rhea was upset.

I quickened my pace, trying to catch up with her. I could see her ahead of me, her long legs striding purposefully down the corridor.

"Rhea, wait," I called out, trying to get her attention.

But she didn't slow down, didn't even look back. I could tell she didn't want to be bothered.

I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. What had Roman said to her? What was going on?

As I caught up to her, I could see the tension in her body, the stiffness in her shoulders.

"Rhea, please," I said, trying to get her to stop.

But she just shook her head, her eyes fixed on some point ahead of her.

"I don't want to talk about it, Jey," she said, her voice firm but her words barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then, I saw the tears in her eyes, the sadness and desperation etched on her face.

And I knew I had to do something.

"Rhea, please," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "Let me help you. Let me be there for you."

Rhea stopped walking, her body frozen in place. And for a moment, I thought she was going to turn around, going to let me in.

But then, she shook her head, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Just leave me alone, Jey," she said, her voice cold and hard. "I can take care of myself."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do.

I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration and helplessness. I'd tried to reach out to Rhea, to get her to open up to me, but it was clear that she wasn't ready to talk.

I watched as she walked away, feeling a pang of disappointment. I'd thought that we'd finally gotten to a point where she trusted me, where she'd let me in.

But I guess I was wrong.

I shook my head, feeling a sense of resignation. I knew that pushing her wouldn't do any good. Rhea was stubborn, and if she didn't want to talk, then I wasn't going to be able to make her.

But I also knew that she wasn't going to be able to keep this inside for much longer. She was going to need someone to talk to, someone to confide in.

And I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be me.

I thought about Jimmy, about how close he and Rhea were. She trusted him, looked up to him as a mentor and a friend. If anyone could get her to open up, it would be Jimmy.

Or maybe Naomi. Rhea had always been close to Naomi, and Naomi had a way of getting people to talk.

I nodded to myself, feeling a sense of determination. I may not be able to get Rhea to talk, but I could make sure that she had someone to turn to when she was ready.

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving Rhea to her thoughts and her secrets.

Rhea's POV:

I walked into my tour bus, feeling like I was escaping from the drama and chaos of the arena. I tossed my belongings onto the counter and made my way to the shower, feeling like I needed to wash away the tension and frustration of the past few hours.As I stepped under the hot water, I felt my muscles begin to relax, my mind begin to quiet. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me, trying to clear my head and calm my thoughts.After the shower, I changed into a pair of comfy jeans and a soft t-shirt, feeling like myself again. I curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling of the tour bus. My mind was still racing, still trying to process everything that had happened. Roman's secrets, Jeys' kiss, the conversation with Roman in the locker room... it was all swirling around in my head, making me feel dizzy and disoriented.I didn't know what to do, didn't know how to make sense of it all. Part of me wanted to confront Roman, to demand the truth from him. But another part of me was scared, scared of what I might find out, scared of what might happen.I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration and uncertainty. I didn't know what the future held, didn't know what was going to happen next. All I knew was that I needed to take some time for myself, to figure things out and get my head on straight as. I lay there, staring at the ceiling of the tour bus, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I knew that I would get through this, that I would come out stronger on the other side. It was just a matter of time.

A MONTH LATER

I pulled into the arena in New Orleans, feeling a mix of emotions. It had been a month since I'd last been here, a month since everything had fallen apart.

I'd taken some time off for my mental health, needed to get away from the drama and the stress of it all. And now, I was back, ready to face whatever came next.

As I made my way to Hunter's office, I couldn't help but think about Roman and Jey. I hadn't spoken to either of them since that night, hadn't wanted to deal with the drama and the feelings that came with it.

But now, I had to face the music. I had to talk to Hunter about the storyline, about what was going to happen next.

When I arrived at Hunter's office, he greeted me with a warm smile. "Rhea, it's good to see you. How are you doing?"

I shrugged, feeling a sense of uncertainty. "I'm doing okay, I guess. Still trying to process everything that happened."

Hunter nodded sympathetically. "I know it's been tough, but we need to talk about the storyline. You know that Jey's kiss was a huge hit with the fans, and we've decided to run with it."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Hunter leaned forward, a gleam in his eye. "We're giving you and Jey a nickname, Rhea. The fans are calling you 'Jhea' now."

I felt a sense of shock, of disbelief. "Jhea?" I repeated, trying to wrap my head around it.

Hunter nodded. "Yes, and we're going to run with it. We're going to make Jhea a huge part of the storyline, and I think it could be really good for both of you."

I wasn't sure what to say, wasn't sure how I felt about it. Part of me was excited, excited to see where this new storyline would take me. But another part of me was scared, scared of what might happen next.

"I don't know, Hunter," I said finally, feeling a sense of uncertainty. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this."

Hunter leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Rhea, this could be huge for you. This could be the break you need to take your career to the next level."

I sighed, feeling a sense of unease. I didn't know what to do, didn't know what was right.

But as I looked at Hunter, I knew that I had to make a decision. I had to decide whether or not to take the risk, to see where this new storyline would take me.

And with that, I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. "Okay, Hunter. Let's do it."

I walked to my locker room, lost in thought. As I turned a corner, I saw Jey and Jimmy passing by me. I gave Jey a slight look, but didn't say anything. I just kept walking, not wanting to deal with any drama before my match.

I got to my locker room and started getting ready, putting on my gear and preparing myself mentally for the match against Becky Lynch. I was determined to win, to show everyone that I was still a force to be reckoned with.

As I walked to the gorilla area, I saw Jey waiting for me. He gave me a warm smile and wished me good luck. Then, he put a hand on my shoulder and kissed my temple. I felt a flutter in my chest, but I pushed it aside.

Just as I was about to respond, I heard the sound of a camera clicking. I turned to see a photographer snapping a photo of us. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. This was not what I needed right now.

Jey seemed to sense my frustration and gave me a reassuring smile before walking off. I watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions. I didn't know what to think or feel anymore.

Before I could process anything, my music started playing and it was time for me to go out to the ring. I took a deep breath and made my way out, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I walked out to the ring, ready to take on Becky Lynch. The crowd was electric, and I was determined to give them a show. We started the match, and I was in my element, performing move after move with ease.

But then, disaster struck. I landed a little too hard on my ankle, and I felt a shooting pain go through my leg. I tried to shake it off, but I knew something was wrong.

Becky caught on to my weakness and took advantage of it, delivering a series of vicious kicks to my injured ankle. I cried out in pain, unable to defend myself.

The referee called for the bell, and the match was over. I lay on the mat, clutching my ankle in agony.

Jey and a few referees rushed out to check on me, concern etched on their faces. Jey carefully made his way over to me, helping me sit up and examining my ankle.

"Oh, Rhea, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice full of empathy. "Let's get you backstage and get you checked out."

I nodded, wincing in pain as they helped me up. Jey held my hand, supporting me as we made our way backstage.

As we walked, Jey slightly placed a kiss on the top of my hand, sending a flutter through my chest. I didn't know what to make of it, but it was a small comfort in a moment of intense pain.

The camera man followed us, capturing every moment of my agony. I didn't care, I just wanted to get out of there and get my ankle checked out.

Finally, we reached the exam room, and the medical staff rushed over to examine me. Jey stayed by my side, holding my hand and offering words of encouragement.

As they began to examine my ankle, I looked up at Jey, searching for answers. What was going on between us? Why did he keep showing up for me, even when I was hurt and vulnerable?

I didn't have the answers, but I knew one thing I was grateful to have Jey by my side, even in the darkest of moments.The doctor came over to examine my ankle, gently prodding and manipulating it to assess the damage. I winced in pain as he touched certain areas, but I knew it was necessary.

"After the initial examination, I think it's best if we take some X-rays to rule out any fractures or breaks," the doctor said, his face serious with concern.

I nodded, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I didn't want to think about the possibility of a broken ankle or worse.

The doctor nodded and summoned one of the medical assistants to wheel in an X-ray machine. I was helped onto the machine, Jey still holding my hand and trying to reassure me.

As the X-rays were taken, I couldn't help but think about the worst-case scenario. What if I was out for months? What if my career was over?

The doctor came back into the room, his face solemn as he examined the X-rays. I held my breath, waiting for the verdict.

"Well?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor took a deep breath before speaking. "It looks like you've got a pretty bad sprain, Rhea. You've got some ligament damage and possible tendonitis. But luckily, there are no fractures or breaks."

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. It could have been so much worse.

"What's the prognosis?" Jey asked, his voice firm with concern.

"Well, Rhea will need to take some time off to rest and recover," the doctor said. "We'll need to immobilize the ankle and get her on some pain management. But with proper treatment and care, she should be able to make a full recovery."

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was going to get through this, and I was going to come back stronger than ever.

And as I looked up at Jey, I saw something in his eyes that gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, this injury was the wake-up call I needed to realize what was truly important in my life.

After getting the diagnosis, Jey helped me out of the exam room and we made our way to my locker room. I was still in pain and feeling a bit dazed from the medication, but Jey was supportive and gentle, helping me every step of the way.

As we walked down the hallway, Jackie the journalist appeared out of nowhere, microphone in hand. "Rhea, can you tell us what happened out there tonight?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

I shook my head, not wanting to answer any questions right now. I was still trying to process everything that had happened, and I didn't feel like talking to the press.

Jey stepped in, his voice firm. "No questions right now, Jackie. Rhea needs some time to rest and recover."

Jackie looked disappointed, but she nodded and backed off. "Okay, Rhea. Get well soon."

Jey helped me into my locker room and closed the door behind us. I collapsed onto the bench, feeling exhausted and overwhelmed.

Jey sat down beside me, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Rhea," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We'll get through this together."

I looked up at him, feeling a surge of gratitude. I didn't know what I would do without him right now.

"Thanks, Jey," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jey smiled and squeezed my shoulder. "Anytime, Rhea. Now, let's get you out of those gear and into some comfortable clothes. You need to rest."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. With Jey by my side, I knew I could face whatever challenges lay ahead.Jey packed my clothes into the suitcase, his movements quiet and efficient. I was already asleep, exhausted from the events of the evening.

Just as Jey was finishing up, my phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Roman calling. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to answer it.

"Hey, Roman," Jey said, his voice low and cautious.

I didn't stir, too deep in sleep to be disturbed by the sound of Jey's voice.

Jey listened to Roman for a few minutes, his expression growing more serious by the second. Finally, he hung up the phone and finished packing my stuff.

When he was done, he came over to me and gently shook my shoulder. I groggily opened my eyes, feeling disoriented and confused.

"Hey, Rhea," Jey said, his voice soft and reassuring. "It's time to go. We need to get you to your tour bus."

I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. Jey helped me up and we made our way to my tour bus. He helped me inside and settled me onto the couch, then turned to leave.

"I'll grab my things from my locker room and then I'll meet you back here," he said, smiling and closing the door behind him.

But as Jey entered his locker room, someone attacked him from behind. The camera man rushed over, filming the whole scene as the staff and Nick Aldis rushed to Jey's aid.

Hunter stormed into the locker room, his face furious. "What happened?" he demanded. "Who attacked Jey?"

The camera man kept filming as the staff and Nick Aldis tried to help Jey up. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead, and his eyes were glazed over with shock.

"I don't know," one of the staff members said, shaking his head. "It happened so fast. We didn't see anything."

Hunter's face turned red with anger. "Find out who did this," he growled. "I want them caught and punished."

As the scene unfolded, I watched from my tour bus, feeling a sense of horror and outrage. Who could have attacked Jey? And why?

I knew that I had to find out. I had to make sure that Jey was safe, and that justice was served.

I was still waiting in the tour bus, trying to rest and recover from my injury. But as the minutes ticked by, I started to feel a growing sense of unease. Something didn't feel right.

It had been 15 minutes since Jey left the tour bus, and I hadn't heard from him since. I knew he was just going to grab his things from his locker room, but something in my gut told me that something was off.

I slowly hobbled out of the tour bus, my ankle throbbing in pain. I ignored it, my concern for Jey overriding my own discomfort.

As I reached Jey's locker room, my heart sank. Jey was sitting on a bench, a gash on his head and blood dripping down his face. The staff and medical team were surrounding him, trying to clean and dress his wound.

Jey looked up and saw me, his eyes flashing with concern. "Rhea, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be walking on your ankle."

I hobbled over to him, ignoring the pain and discomfort. I moved his hair aside to get a better look at the gash, and my anger surged. Who could do this to Jey? And why?

"Jey, I'm so sorry," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I had no idea. Who did this to you?"

Jey's eyes filled with determination. "I don't know, Rhea. But I'm going to find out. And when I do, they're going to pay."

I nodded, feeling a sense of solidarity with Jey. We would get to the bottom of this, together.

But as I looked at Jey's injured face, I knew that this was more than just a random attack. This was personal. And I was going to make sure that whoever did this paid dearly.

After getting 6 stitches and some meds for the pain, Jey was left sitting on the bench, looking a bit worse for wear. I sat down next to him, my ankle still throbbing in pain, but I didn't care. I was more concerned about Jey than I was about my own injury.

I slowly reached out and grabbed his chin, making him face me. "I don't care about my pain, Jey," I said, my voice firm and serious. "I don't care if it sets me back from recovering. I'd rather make sure you're okay first, because I care about you as a friend, Joshua."

It was the first time I'd used his actual name, and Jey's eyes locked onto mine, a look of surprise and gratitude flashing across his face.

After a few moments of silence, I reached out and hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jey snuggled his face into the crook of my neck, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"I'm sorry, Rhea," he whispered, his voice muffled against my skin. "I'm so sorry you got hurt because of me."

I held him tighter, trying to reassure him. "It's not your fault, Jey," I said. "We're in this together, as friends. We'll get through this together."

As we hugged, I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me. It was like we were two old friends, comforting each other in a time of need.

And as we sat there, holding each other, I realized that my feelings for Jey went far beyond friendship. I cared about him deeply, and I would do anything to protect him.

But I didn't say anything, not yet. I just held him, and let him hold me back.

After the hug, Jey gathered his stuff and I slowly hopped off the bench, almost falling forward. Jey caught me, chuckling and saying "Careful, Ms. Clumsy!"I shyly laughed and said "Maybe I should get some crutches..." as Jey helped me steady myself.

Just then, someone walked into the locker room. It was Roman, and I blinked in surprise. Roman says "I know now's not the right time, but at some point, Rhea, we need to talk. You can't ignore me forever."

I felt a surge of anxiety at the mention of talking to Roman, but then he continued, "Don't worry, I know about the whole Jhea storyline. I was the one who brought it up to Hunter, but I'm glad you're happy with him."

Roman said all of this calmly and matter-of-factly, without any hint of malice or jealousy. It was almost as if he was genuinely happy for me and Jey.

I was taken aback by Roman's words, and I didn't know what to say. I just nodded, still feeling a bit stunned.

Roman smiled and nodded back, then turned and walked out of the locker room, leaving me and Jey alone again.

I turned to Jey, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Well, that was unexpected," I said, laughing nervously.

Jey chuckled and put his arm around me. "Yeah, I guess Roman's not as bad as we thought, huh?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Roman. Maybe he wasn't the villain I thought he was. Maybe he was just a guy who cared about me and wanted to see me happy.

After Roman's unexpected visit, Jey and I decided to get out of the arena and head to my house in Orlando. We boarded my tour bus, exhausted but relieved to be leaving the drama of the arena behind.

As we settled in for the long ride, Jey and I decided to pass the time by playing Uno. I was determined to beat him, and I played my cards strategically, trying to outmaneuver him at every turn.

But Jey was no slouch, and he put up a good fight. We laughed and joked as we played, our competitive spirits clashing in a fun and lighthearted way.

In the end, I emerged victorious, much to Jey's chagrin. "You're cheating!" he joked, laughing.

I grinned, feeling proud of my win. "No way, I'm just better than you," I teased.

We played for hours, taking breaks to rest and snack on food from the bus's kitchenette. As the sun began to set, we grew tired and decided to take a nap, curled up together on the bus's couch.

The ride to Orlando was long, but with Jey by my side, it felt like a breeze. We chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company as we traveled through the night.

Finally, we arrived at my house in Orlando, tired but happy to be home. We stumbled off the bus, stretching our stiff limbs and yawning widely.

"Welcome home," I said, smiling at Jey.

"Thanks," he replied, smiling back. "I'm glad to be here with you."

Since Jey couldn't drive due to his injury, I offered for him to stay at my house in Orlando until he was able to drive back to his house in Pensacola.

"I don't want to impose," he said, but I could tell he was relieved at the offer.

"Nonsense," I said. "You're my friend, and I want to take care of you. Besides, it'll be fun to have you around for a few days."

Jey smiled, and we hugged it out. As we walked into my house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and joy. This was going to be a fun few days.

As we settled in, I had an idea. "Hey, let's take a pic together and post it on my Instagram," I said.

Jey agreed, and we snapped a selfie of us cuddled up on the couch, both of us grinning from ear to ear.

I captioned it "Recovery mode with my favorite person" and posted it on my Instagram.

The comments started rolling in immediately. "Aww, they're adorable!" said one fan. "Love the #jhea vibes!" said another.

Jey and I laughed and joked as we scrolled through the comments, enjoying the attention and adoration of our fans.

As the night went on, we ordered pizza and watched a movie together, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company.

It was a peaceful, quiet night, but one that I would always remember. And as I looked over at Jey, I knew that this was just the beginning of our adventure together.

It got late, and Jey and I fell asleep watching a horror movie. We were both exhausted from the long day, and the comfortable couch and soft blankets didn't help our sleepiness.

As we dozed off, Jey's phone rang, piercing the silence of the night. Out of habit, I answered it, my eyes half-closed and my voice groggy.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hey, is Jey there?" a voice asked, sounding eerily familiar.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. "Jimmy?" I asked, my voice still drowsy.

"Yeah, it's me," Jimmy replied. "I just wanted to check in and make sure Jey made it home safe."

I looked over at Jey, who was still fast asleep beside me. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart.

"Yeah, he's here," I said. "He's been staying with me for a few days."

"Oh, okay," Jimmy said. "Sorry to wake you, Rhea. I just wanted to make sure he was okay."

I yawned, trying to wake myself up a bit more. "No worries, Jimmy. It's okay. I was already half-awake anyway."

"Thanks, Rhea," Jimmy said. "I'll let you go. Tell Jey I said hi."

"Will do," I replied, hanging up the phone and snuggling back into the blankets.

I looked over at Jey, who was still sleeping peacefully. I smiled, feeling grateful for our friendship and the concern of his twin brother.

As I drifted off to sleep again, I knew that this was where I belonged - with Jey, surrounded by the people and things I loved.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of restlessness. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, I decided to get up and make something to eat. Maybe the kitchen would be a better place to find some peace.

As I moved around the kitchen, I was careful not to wake Jey up. I didn't want to disturb his sleep, especially after the long day we'd had. But as I started to cook, I heard a faint stirring coming from the living room.

I turned around to see Jey slowly waking up from the lack of warmth. He realized I wasn't laying next to him and his eyes scanned the room, searching for me. When he saw me in the kitchen, a soft smile spread across his face.

He got up and padded towards me, his eyes half-closed and his hair mussed up. He looked adorable, and I couldn't help but smile back at him.

As he reached me, he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder, gently. I felt a warmth spread through my chest at the tender gesture.

"So... you were just gonna cook something without me?" he chuckled, his voice husky from sleep.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him back. "Maybe I was," I teased. "But I knew you'd wake up soon enough."

Jey leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. "I always do when you're around," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I blushed at the intimate moment, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I savored the feeling of being close to him, of being wanted and needed.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was where I belonged - with Jey, in this kitchen, surrounded by the warmth and love we shared.

After I made the four grilled cheese sandwiches, we sat down to eat them. Jey stared at me in a way that made me slightly blush, but thank God it was slightly dark enough in the kitchen that he couldn't see my face turning red.

As we ate, the only sound was the occasional clinking of plates and utensils. The silence was comfortable, but I could feel the tension building between us.

As soon as we finished eating, I hopped up from my stool, eager to clean up the mess. But in my haste, I almost tripped over the stool leg. Jey rushed over to grab me, his hands wrapping around my waist to steady me.

We were inches away from each other, our faces locked in a fierce stare. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and my own heart was racing like crazy.

For a moment, we just stood there, frozen in time. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the sparks flying between us.

It was as if the entire world had come to a standstill, and all that mattered was the electricity crackling between Jey and me.

I felt like I was drowning in his eyes, like I was being pulled under by the undertow of his gaze.

And yet, I didn't want to look away. I didn't want to break the spell that had been cast between us.

We stood there, suspended in time, our hearts pounding in unison.

What would happen next? Only time would tell.

Jey's POV:

As I stood there, wiping the crumbs from Rhea's mouth, I couldn't help but feel a strong urge to kiss her. Her lips looked so soft and inviting, and I could smell the sweet scent of her breath.

But I didn't want to rush things. I didn't want to scare her off or make her feel uncomfortable. We had only just started to develop feelings for each other, and I wanted to make sure that we took things slowly and naturally.

So I resisted the urge to kiss her, and instead stepped back and smiled. "Come on, let's clean up this mess," I said, trying to sound casual.

As we worked together in the kitchen, I couldn't help but steal glances at Rhea. She was so beautiful, even in her messy, sleepy state. And I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was here with me, that we were sharing this moment together.

As we finished up the dishes and put them away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. This was what I wanted, I realized. I wanted to be with Rhea, to take care of her and make her happy.

And I knew that I would do whatever it took to make that happen.

[callme-holly]

Can I request a Darry x Soc reader but he hides her from his brothers because he's scared of how they'd react, but they catch them on the couch kissing or smth? Tysm pls remember to drink water today

𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: a fic this early? no way! i secretly have no life y'all.

Darry Curtis didn’t have time for a relationship; that’s what he told everyone, and no matter how hard they tried to convince him to just go on one little date, he’d point-blank refuse and conjure up some random, lame excuse as to why he couldn’t go. He was far too busy with work, and he had enough people to take care of as is; he didn’t need a girl on top of all of that.

He believed himself too. Or at least, he had done until you showed up. You were everything he’d never imagined himself falling for: pretty, smart, sweet, and a soc. It was so incredibly out of the blue, yet he found himself loving you anyway, and no matter how hard he tried to deny his feelings for you, he just couldn’t. 

Maybe that’s why you were here right now, perched in his lap as the two of you lounged on his couch, the afternoon sunlight seeping in through the windows and warming your perfectly sculpted features. 

His lips were on yours, tender, light, your kisses filled with nothing but affection and fondness. They were slow and lazy, and it seemed as if time had slowed down for the two of you, allowing the both of you to revel in the peace that so rarely hung over the Curtis house.

His brothers and the gang were out; he didn’t know where, and for once he didn’t care. As long as they weren’t here, it didn’t matter.

“Are you ever going to tell them about me? About us?” Your words were sweet as honey, mumbled against his lips, breaking through the silence and the ethereal peace. 

“What?” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his dumbfounded expression, carding your fingers through his hair. “Your brothers. Are you ever going to tell them?” 

Darry hesitated. There was no reason for him to keep your relationship a secret; he was the oldest after all, the man of the house.   did it matter to them? But at the same time, the thought of mentioning you, of opening up to the boys and telling them that he was sharing a bed with some gorgeous soc   made anxiety unfurl in the pit of his stomach, nerves clawing at his tight chest. 

“Maybe,” he shrugged eventually. “But I’m enjoying having you to myself.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, smiling at the way your cheeks flushed pink. 

“So, I’m just your secret girlfriend?" You fix him with a teasing look, one that shows him you don't mind being kept hidden. "I'm flattered, honestly." 

Darry snorted, his head tipping back and he shook his head,   exasperation. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to, because before long your lips were back on his and you were trading kisses once more. 

You should've been keeping an eye on the time, listening out for any sign that someone anything;e, but you were both so caught up in each other,   by the feel of his hands on you, your hands running through his hair, that you didn't seem to hear the front door slamming open against the wall until there was a group of boys standing in the entrance, gawking at you like they couldn't   believe what they were seeing. 

Darry tensed, pushing you away from him and slid off his lap, falling   onto the couch with a small "hmf". "What are y'all doing home?" 

None of them replied, their eyes trained solely on you as you sat up, smoothing down your clothes and glancinyou up at them through your lashes. You hid yourself slightly behind daryr, hoping his large frame would shield you from the embarrassment of being caught, but you knew it was far too late for that.

“So this is why you never wanted to go on a date,” Soda breathed, running a hand through his sandy hair, shaking his head in disbelief. If it weren’t for the smile tugging at his lips, you’d almost assume he was mad. “Hell, Darry… I never took you for the sneaking-around type.” 

Your cheeks heated up more, and you had no doubt you looked something akin to a lobster in colour. You averted your gaze as another one of them piped up.

“How long has this been going on, huh?” Two-Bit plopped himself down on the armrest beside you, staring down at you like you were some kind of animal in a zoo. 

Darry huffed, slumping back. "A while... a couple of months maybe." 

"Months?" Steve looked between the both of you, eyes wide, and you couldn't help but giggle, dipping your head. That earned a small smile from Darry. At least they weren't mad. 

"Yeah..." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his other arm finding it's way around your shoulders.

You leaned into the touch, deciding there was no point in denying it now. You were in love, and there was no reason to deny it anymore. 

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.219 Less strikes again

At some point, I tore myself away from my parents and left the cemetery feeling renewed and happy. On my way back home, I made a detour to the florist. I couldn't leave their graves looking empty and neglected like we didn't care. Quite the contrary. I even bought nice headstones and put portraits on their plots. Too bad I didn't have a big enough picture for grandpa Winston. I'd really love to meet him one day, but I think he may have crossed over already. At least I have tiny pictures at home to look at and see where some of my features come from.

Alessia called, saying she wanted to talk. That meant she needed to get out of the house, so I sent Sophia a text saying I would be back later that night. At first, I thought we'd grab dinner, but Less and I hadn't gone out together in ages. We needed to make it count, so I suggested we go to a bar for old time's sake. We met at The Solar Flare in Oasis Springs, and she began telling me about this man she'd been talking to.

His name is Brent Peters, and he rents a trailer in Oasis Springs. He likes horses, is obsessed with vampires, loves a good argument, and hates smart asses. He also hates comedy, idealists, troublemakers, knitting, and rock climbing. So far, he sounded like a very interesting character, and I wanted to know more. She said in his younger days he had a bit of trouble of his own, often getting caught stealing. He got help, but every day is a struggle to resist that urge. They bonded over their love for athleticism. She thought it was a silly to appreciate, but she loved he didn't mind her being a homebody. Whatever she wanted to do, he was into it, and she loved that. I couldn't imagine Alessia ever changing herself to please someone, but I knew exactly how it felt to be loved and accepted by someone despite your flaws and shortcomings, and I was glad she had that. She said he's loyal to her, and they are taking things slow. As much as I loved to hear that, I still had concerns.

"He sounds wonderful for you, but... Like, how do you know he's not after your money?"

"Luca... I know you're concerned because of what happened last time, but this isn't that. Me and Jase bonded over stupid, meaningless stuff. Brent and I talk about real things. And I'm older and wiser now. But you, of all people, should understand how putting yourself out there involves risks. You moved in with Sophia after one date, and you didn't even want to be in a relationship. But you took the risk. The point here is I'm ready to take risks again. I don't know if Brent is after my money, or if he will kill me in my sleep, or if he'll run off with another woman. I'm still getting to know him, but I don't think he will. But I'll never know unless I try."

I say this every time I'm around her, but she has grown so much, and I love to see it. I still had concerns, but there was nothing left to say.

"Also, I'm moving out tomorrow."

"What?? Why?"

"I appreciate everything you've done for me. And I love how fiercely you protect me. But I need to handle things on my own now. All my life, I've had a safety net. Even when I moved out, I was living with that family. Someone has always taken care of me, and I feel like I owe it to myself, and my children, to be truly independent. I can't teach them what I've never done, so I need to go. I don't want you to make a big deal and throw a party or something. Just let us go quietly, please."

This is just like Mt. Komorebi all over again. She arrives at conclusions super fast and is compelled to action them even faster.

"But... What about the kids? Desi loves playing with them. And I love hanging out with them, too."

"That can still happen! It'll just require more effort now."

"Where are you going, anyway?"

"San Myshuno, for now."

That was the last place I pictured her living. Seems like the hustle and bustle would send her paranoia up the roof. But, renting an apartment is a good situation for her. Even though she wants to be independent, homeownership is a whole 'nother beast, not for the faint of heart.

"I'm gonna miss you, sis. I've really enjoyed getting to know this adult version of you. Can we make sure to do better at keeping in touch?"

"You better, big head."

[bbearthyy]

just plain dumb.

omg my first daryl dixon fic and it’s angst what’s wrong with me who have i become? anyways-

cw: daryl dixon x reader, merle dixon, daryl’s dad, dyslexic daryl, possibly autistic daryl? it’s not bluntly stated rly but heavily implied, angst, hurt/comfort, cursing, kinda dom reader but in more like a comforting “i’m here now even though no one has been before” type way not a smex way, very much self deprecating daryl he hates himself

not of my works are ever proofread!!

daryl dixon has always been dumb. it was just a fact. he knew it from the day he was born and so did everyone around him.

“have you thought that maybe he’s special? like dianne’s kid?” the seven year old had overheard merle and his girlfriend talking on the porch, quietly peeking around the corner to listen in. daryl saw the way merle immediately dismissed the question, like it was an absolutely ridiculous thing to say. “ma brother ain’t a retard. he’s just a lil’ dumb.” and that was that. his girlfriend shrugged and started up a new conversation. the scene caused an ache in the young boy’s chest, and daryl clawed at the pitiful tears in his eyes as he ran back to his bedroom.

if his big brother, his only role model, thought he was dumb? it must’ve been true. not to mention his pa never let him think otherwise.

“fuck you mean you can’t tell if it’s navy or purple?! boy you dumb as a box of rocks!”

“and why in the hell are you just staring at me like you’s got cotton in yer ears? huh?! go clean the damn kitchen, and try to do it right dunce.”

“get the hell up outta my face. a bandaid ain’t gonna fix yer damn knee. you stupid or somethin’?”

so daryl was dumb. and it was fine! he didn’t need to be smart in school or no where else because he could hunt and survive and that’s all that matters anyways. but it still stung sometimes, when merle would try to show him something in the newspaper, and daryl would just squint his eyes at the way the words danced along the page until merle sighed like he was being asked to sign the fuckin declaration of independence instead of just reading something for his kid brother.

it stung when him and glenn would be looking over a map for their next run, and when glenn would name a place instead of pointing to it daryl would go quiet. the redneck would stare at the paper like it’d personally insulted him until the korean man pointed to the place he was talking about.

it stung when carl, little 14 year old carl, had to help him read. when daryl had been given a book by one of the children who insisted he had to read it cause it was about deer. daryl sat in his cell, glaring at the cover of the book, eyes flittering as they tried to decipher what the title “bmaBi” meant. until carl walked in, “oh! you’re reading Bambi? that movie always made me cry as a kid.” and when carl sat beside daryl, seeing his dejected look, he silently grabbed the book, sat it in his own lap, and began to read aloud. daryl cursed the tears that filled his eyes…carl pretended not to see them.

but daryl was never really embarrassed about it. he didn’t need to be. not when he got such high praise for being so good at everything else. he wasn’t embarrassed, that is, until you came along. until you giggled at the way he squinted at most road signs while walking along and he couldn’t tell whether you were picking on him or appreciating his smile lines. (stupid. of course she’s laughing at you. why would she care about some dumb eye wrinkles)

and you never understood why daryl acted the way he did. why every time critical thinking was involved he stepped away until he was told what to do. you didn’t know why he’d grunted when you’d started reading the road signs for him, walking faster so he wouldn’t have to hear it anymore. it was frustrating.

so finally, you confronted him about it. “i just wanna understand you daryl.” you’d spoken to him so softly, one hand gently on the side of his face. your other hand was on the counter behind him, keeping the man pinned between you, the counter, and the wall. he could easily overpower you if need be, but he didn’t want to. “what d’ya mean?” the redneck lowered his voice, speaking just as softly.

“why are you so closed off?”

wow. million dollar question ladies and gentlemen. because…why was he? before, it was understandable. he couldn’t talk to his brother about his problems and he’d be damned if he so much as breathed disappointedly near his father. but now? now he had you. he had rick, carol, maggie, glenn, carl, michonne, be-…. he had a family. one that really cared about him. so why was he closed off?

daryl couldn’t come up with a valid reason, so he did what he does best. tearing himself down for the sake of others. “‘s just ‘cause ‘m dumb.” the older man had mumbled so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him. but when the words registered in your mind, you’d wished they hadn’t. “what?”

daryl shrugged, brushing it off as if he’d just told you his favorite color. “‘m dumb. just plain dumb.” oh how he regretted ever speaking. your eyes were watering, the sides of your mouth downturned and, oh God, is your bottom lip trembling? daryl is the worst person ever and he’s dumb and he made you cry and why are you looking at him so lovingly he’s just made you cry and -

“oh, daryl. my poor baby. who made you believe that?”

oh. oh daryl, daryl was crying. the tears came trickling down like the moisture on the grass after a foggy night. the redneck, although bigger than you in every way, felt so so small right now. he stumbled forward, head falling into your neck as his shaky arms attempted to wrap around you. this was nice. you were nice. and you smell good. daryl doesn’t mean to say these things aloud but then your soft voice responds, “thank you, baby.” and he’s tensing up, waiting for you to push him away, but you just giggle and tug him closer.

later tonight you’ll lay in bed together. daryl will have his head on your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair. you’ll hum a soft lullaby and daryl will pretend it doesn’t tear his heart to shreds when he recognizes it as one his mother used to sing him. but he doesn’t have to pretend for long. you pull him closer, wipe away his tears, hum softer. and daryl sleeps, for the first time in years, without a single nightmare plaguing his slumber.

[ambriel-angstwitch]

Batman and The Signal Commentary Part 1

(The Cursed Wheel Part 1-7)

I love Duke. I love Duke’s insistence that he is not a sidekick because he never has been. He was a Robin but he was a leader of a movement not a follower of Batman

Also I really wonder who exactly the villian he is referring to is my first thought was Harvey Dent but that might just be the Twobat shipper in me coming through

I could see it being Ghost-Maker too.

I’m gonna be honest Dukes mom genuinely scares me. Like these panels were really disturbing.

I feel so bad for Duke he just wants to have his mom and Roge her to remember who she was. But all he gets is hatred.

Joker does attack what he loves. I don’t really ship Batjokes but he is in love with Batman. A very very messed up love where he wants to destroy everything that Batman loves in order to be the only thing left for him but he’s in love nonetheless.

And it’s so wonderful that Bruce respects Duke’s wishes and just listens to him and he cares so much. I just love them. They’re amazing.

Don’t you dare call Duke unworthy. He is so worthy.

He’s selfless. He’s incredibly talented.

Duke is so smart. I feel like some people forget that. He was solving riddles to make sure people got food at a very young age

Don’t listen to all the doubt they’ve been sowing in your head Duke. Please!

I love Bruce’s undying faith in Duke. He doesn’t doubt his ability or that he’ll find his spot.

Poor Alfred always having to deal with this family’s BS. I feel like literally every other member of the household has done this to Alfred before

It makes me so sad that Duke constantly doubts himself. He’s doing important things during the day even if he does it because of insecurity.

I love how little kids look up to him. Both of his secret identities. That’s so sweet. The drawings are so cute and that’s just the pep talk he needed.

[discordiansamba]

rin actually becomes pretty decent at passing as a regular human, though he was. incredibly bad at it at first. yuri did her best, but it's hard to really teach your half-demon kid how to properly interact with people when he hardly ever has the chance to meet anyone. when he first moves into the monastery, he is frankly a deeply unnerving child, even to those who don't actually know who he really is.

he gets better though! it just takes practice!

(except, of course, for the moments in which he is simply just genuinely terrifying. they are few and far between, but they happen. but he hold firm to his promise that he won't use his flames on people. shiro has to slightly amend their pact to include not hitting people unless he really needs to either.

or: yukio's bullies just stop bullying him one day. he never knows why.)

at first, shiro is only raising yukio out of a sense of obligation towards yuri, but he eventually starts viewing him as truly being his son. he doesn't expect the same to ever apply to rinka, even after he brings him to live with them, but... well, life has a way of surprising you sometimes. rin doesn't expect himself to warm up so much to the Paladin either- he remembers really hating the guy at first, actually. but one day, in the kitchen, shiro pats his head and he can't help but wonder if this is what having a father is like.

he wonders if it's okay for him to feel that way. he's the son of satan. he's shiro's familiar. surely that's not allowed, right? but it totally is. shiro's a little surprised when rin slips up and calls him dad the first time, but he finds that he doesn't mind at all. it doesn't hurt that there's some tiny little petty part of shiro that's just like. HAH. you see that satan, you asshole? both your kids call me dad now. fuck you.

(rin doesn't dare call him dad while he's rinka, not while he's in the earshot of other exorcists. he's smart enough to realize that's opening up an entire can of worms they won't want to have to deal with.)

rin becomes just as invested at letting yukio live a normal life as shiro is. they actually fight about it after yukio starts being able to see demons. rin's not stupid, not really. he knows the demon that went after yukio targeted him on purpose, and he has no idea why. yukio's just a regular human, unlike him. there's nothing to gain from targeting him. but that doesn't mean he has to give up his normal life to become an exorcist. he can protect him!

(but yukio settles the argument. he wants to learn. he's going to.)

yukio can't even be that upset over the fact that his father has kept an entire part of his life hidden from him. he's always been open about being an exorcist- it's just that yukio has never believed in that stuff. what surprises him most is the fact that rin's been aware of it this whole time- but maybe he shouldn't be. he has memories of him staring off at nothing, and wonders if he was watching demons. he's seen them all his life. all his life he's had to deal with seeing these... things.

frankly, yukio's terrified.

but he doesn't want to stay that way. if he can become an exorcist, then he won't have to be afraid any longer. he hears a lot about his father in the days that follow that he never knew before. that he's the paladin, the highest ranking exorcist in the True Cross Order. that he has all five meisters, considered an impressive feat on its own. that he has a pair of familiars: a cat sidhe named Kuro-

-and the son of Satan, a demon named Rinka.

(the similarity between rin and rinka's names does not pass without notice. nor does the fact that the demon's frame seems... familiar, even if the rest of him is not. but he doesn't make the connection. it's the eyes. those bright, jagged swirls that are utterly inhuman are nothing like rin's eyes.)

still rotating this blue exorcist AU idea from two nights ago, so I figure I might as well talk about it! the basic idea of the AU started with "what if Yukio was raised relatively in the dark about his origins, but Rin wasn't" and it sort of just snowballed from there, as things do.

on the night of his birth, rin's demon heart is never sealed. yuri calms him down all on her own, despite all of her own struggles that night. she survives childbirth, and pleads that she'll raise rin herself, so that he won't harm others.

(shiemihaza looks in her eyes, and this time, she agrees)

once it's confirmed that yukio is human, and has not inherited satan's flames, shiro agrees to raise him for yuri and give him a normal life. he keeps yukio's origins a secret from him, only vaguely alluding to the fact that he has an older twin brother who lives with their mother.

yuri and rin are confined at the Vatican, not allowed to leave the room they are given. yuri survived, but the traumatic pregnancy followed by the even more traumatic childbirth has clearly taken its toll on her. she is much weaker, and no one expect her to live long.

she ends up living for eight more years anyways on pure determination alone.

she raises rin carefully, teaching him how to control his flames and his strength. how to be kind to others, even if they aren't kind to him. rin grows up with a mother who is physically frail, so he learns to be gentle because he doesn't want to hurt her.

shiro becomes paladin. he visits yuri whenever he can- and at first, he's really just here for her. he still thinks she's crazy for thinking she can tame her demon son, considering what happened with satan. but eventually, he comes to understand that rin isn't his father.

(yuri learns from her mistakes. she doesn't repeat them with rin.)

yuri's health takes a turn for the worse in the twins' seventh year. she passes away after their eighth birthday. there's mutters in the Vatican about finally getting rid of satan's spawn.

shiro is not going to let that happen, so warily takes some advice from Mephisto. he doesn't trust him one bit, confident he's playing at some kind of long game, but he promised yuri he'd protect both of her children, and he intends to do just that.

he ends up making rin his familiar.

(he holds rin's hands and makes him promise that he'll never use his flames on humans, unless its an absolute emergency. the boy's spiral eyes are just like his father's as he looks at him, but the person behind them couldn't be less like his father if he tried. rin promises.)

for the first time since he was born, rin leaves the room he was confined in for so long. he's going to finally meet his little brother that he's heard so much about.

he has to wear a weird, itchy bracelet to do it, though. it's supposed to make him look completely human to even people who have a mashou. mephisto made it.

(it's a rosary, because mephisto is determined to be an ironic little shithead at all times.)

his mom named him rinka. when he goes to live among humans, shiro gives him the name okumura rin.

fujimoto yukio meets his twin brother for the first time when he's eight years old. he's a strange kid, and it takes him awhile to get used to his presence at the monastery. there's something almost... disquieting about him, but that feeling fades over time.

rin doesn't go to school. everyone agrees that's probably a terrible idea. yuri taught him how to read and write. shiro tries to teach him the other subjects, but rin's not very interested.

(he is interested in cooking, though. lifehack: teach the demon kid you are now raising how to do math via cooking.)

rin keeps his bracelet on at all times around the monastery. he only takes it off when shiro needs rinka.

yukio does not grow up seeing demons. he has been blind in his left eye since birth- but that all changes after an encounter with a demon right before he moves into the true cross dorms. he doesn't remember much of what happened. all he knows is that rin saved him.

he learns demons are real, and that his father is an exorcist. and that rin has known about this all along, because he's been able to see demons his whole life. shiro grits his teeth, and decides to enroll yukio in cram school, with apologies to yuri.

(he has a bad feeling that yukio's encounter with that demon wasn't simply chance. the demon sight that mephisto sealed away is back- and with it, the vision in yukio's left eye.)

shiro doesn't tell yukio about his origins, nor that of his brother's. most of the exorcist world has forgotten that yuri egin ever had twins. only a few choice people who lived through that event are aware of this fact. there's only one son of Satan, and he is the paladin's familiar now. that's common knowledge.

mephisto: hm. I have a good idea. let's enroll rin at true cross academy as well!

rin, who has never gone to school in his life: i'm sorry what.

mephisto: you'll be able to protect your brother that way!

(shiro watches yukio at cram school. rin watches him at regular school. but also at cram school, because he's there too as shiro's familiar rinka. yukio just doesn't know that part.)

(at least he finally gets an excuse to wear that cool mask he bought that covers the lower half of his face. otherwise yukio would 100% recognize him. and he very much does not want that. he'd like to stay human in yukio's eyes for at least a little longer.)

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.