#and why would she bother finding out so much personal information about someone she just wanted to hire as an assassin?

[happy-emmdings]

OUAT be like ‘True love is the rarest magic of all’ and then they expect me to believe that fucking Brennan Jones fell in love in his sleep and a nurse fell in love with him without ever having a reciprocated conversation with him or ever getting to personally know him and it was actual True Love™ that managed to break a sleeping curse. And now suddenly he’s completely reformed and such a good guy because the woman ✨fixed him✨ And they expect me to accept this in the same episode where they show him selling his children without showing the slightest hint of remorse. Okay. Umm, what the fuck?

Also him telling Killian that if he had known the nurse back then he never would have done that and everything would have been different must have been an extra punch in the gut to Killian because if he was at all close to his mother when he was little, it must have felt like Brennan was absolutely dismissing her. As if Brennan was saying he needed a woman to make him a good person but Killian’s mother wasn’t good enough. What an asshole.

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixation…so…

Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Also Alice, crawling into Lilia’s lap: It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

Rio: I have an idea!

Jen: No murder.

Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.

Lilia: I have a bad feeling about this…

Agatha: What do you mean?

Alice: Don’t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Agatha: No.

Jen: That actually explains so much.

Lilia: As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to “live it up today, because there’s not gonna be a lot of tomorrows”.

Agatha: You do realize there’s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?

Teen: A bird flew in through my window and I’m trying to befriend it.

*later*

Agatha: Why don’t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?

Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.

*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*

Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!

Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!

Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:

Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?

Jen, glaring more: I’ve got to bail him out too? Where’s Agatha?

Teen: No one called her. We used Lilia’s phone call to call Alice and Rio’s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.

Rio: :)

Jen: Rio isn’t answering her phone.

Agatha: Here, I’ll try.

Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-

Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.

Agatha: The ends always justify the means!

Jen: Do you know who said that?

Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?

Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.

Jen: I bet you didn’t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!

Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!

Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didn’t get it done, did you?

Agatha, whispering back: I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

Lilia: I am at a loss for words!

Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like he’s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.

Agatha, carrying Señor Scratchy out of the room:

Señor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*

Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.

Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!

Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: …think of all the sex.

Alice: There are two types of people.

Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)

Lilia: …three. Three types of people.

Jen, cautiously: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before, but…Teen, you are a little crazy.

Teen: Aren’t we all a little crazy here, Jen?

Jen: No, I mean you’re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.

Teen: It’s my mom’s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didn’t come was because my room was too dirty.

Rio: I’ve come looking for trouble. And if I can’t find trouble, I WILL create some.

Alice: Do you trust me?

Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.

Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!

Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Er…Alice, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what to say to people who are crying. So I’m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?

Alice, sniffling: …thanks, Agatha.

Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.

Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!

Teen: She WHAT?

Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!

Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!

Agatha: SEE?!

BONUS:

Wanda, watching from the afterlife: so…when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?

Lorna, shrugging: I don’t know. Alice is still in it.

[no-psi-nan]

I'm not a fan of soulmates in romantic fiction because it's basically arranged marriage with extra supernatural noncon/dubcon elements.

However, in the Saiki universe, the soulmate connection seems to lack pretty much all of those problematic elements.

We have to do a little extrapolating from what we see in canon since this aspect of Aiura's powers is not covered in detail, but:

Soulmates do not seem to be guaranteed to ever meet, considering the fact that Aiura specifically looked up her soulmate and that one guy who was linked to someone in a remote African village that would almost certainly never cross paths with him.

Being with your soulmate is completely optional, otherwise Aiura wouldn't bother providing relationship scoring and just tell each person to go find their soulmate. This allows for a lot of narrative opportunities to explore why someone would consciously choose to not be with their soulmate, and also opens up the door for polyamory.

Soulmates do not instantly fall in love, and are not forced to stay in love by any supernatural powers. Aiura didn't think anything of Saiki until he flawlessly saved Yumehara's life like 10x in a row, and Saiki certainly didn't fall for Aiura right away either. They fought over their values strongly enough that it would've been a breakup if they'd ever been together.

Soulmate status just seems to indicate particularly good chemistry, and like the rest of Aiura's powers, is purely informational and not determinative. Presumably soulmates have the highest possible compatibility scores, and it's kinda cool that it seems guaranteed there's at least 1 person out there who will jive with you, but also plenty of other people you can connect with to various degrees.

With Saiki and Aiura specifically, it's shown that Saiki can change the future Aiura sees as soon as he hears about it. It may even be possible for him to change the soulmate determination, and he certainly could've used Time Leap to fool Aiura into thinking someone else was her soulmate if he was really opposed to the concept. She had scryed it recently, so the butterfly effect shouldn't be a challenge.

But they do work so smoothly together with their powers complementing each other, and Saiki is kind of a lonely romantic tsundere at heart, so it makes sense that he would let the soulmate thing play out and yet test the connection by pushing Aiura away as much as possible.

Actually, considering that Saiki can't control people's actions directly (and that he sucks at trying to control people indirectly), the strongest noncon/dubcon force in the Saikiverse shockingly appears to be Teruhashi's beauty.

The only male character that doesn't seem at all affected by Teruhashi's powers is Hairo, most likely because of his heavily implied homosexuality. Women attracted to other women are also impacted by her power, as seen with Aiura.

While Saiki says that married people aren't affected by Teruhashi, Kuniharu does actually show several signs of being affected by Teruhashi, and so does Kumagoro.

All affected people instantly fall in love with her on sight, no exceptions.

Critical thinking ability appears to drop precipitously when it comes to her, with her fans accepting that she had a secret child with Saiki despite being in school with her every day and that she can just choose not to poop for a week. More effective mind control than anything Saiki can do tbh.

The instant Saiki loses some of his powers, he starts being affected by Teruhashi's beauty.

The narrative supports Saiki's theory that Teruhashi is literally favored by God and can affect reality just by hoping for something. The implication that God is (physically??) attracted to Teruhashi and does whatever she wants is.... yikes on several levels. If she asks for someone to love her, do they get a choice in the matter??

Anyways, there are way more elements of noncon/dubcon with Teruhashi ships than there are with actual canon soulmate mechanics in the Saikiverse and that's just such a wild choice by the author lol.

Truly subverting tropes!

[marypaol]

Tension in Potion-Making

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, jealously, possessive personality, that’s all :)

Summary: Reader and Draco have been friends since early childhood, and something stirs between them when asked to make Amortentia.

Note: For the wonderful

@just-another-reader1098

I don’t know why I struggled writing this, I deleted so much with the ending and re-wrote a bunch of options. I didn’t know how you wanted angst involved and I’m sorry I didn’t put as much as probably desired. I hope you enjoy it anyways and thank you so much for requesting!

Masterlist

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The girl couldn’t remember her life before Draco, like he was a person that was meant to enter her life and guide her towards the right direction. Or he just happened to join her life story and happened to impact it so much.

Whatever the reason may be he was always there, either lingering in the back of her mind or by her side to make snarky remarks or complaints. She was used to it by now, however, having dealt with his attitude for years on end that nothing was new to her. If only she could replay their life together like a movie film she would then take the time to recognize what she truly had. She was beyond grateful for the boy, he kept her sane and whenever someone dared to bother her they would quickly realize who they were messing with.

Their friendship was a linger in memory ever since then but it didn’t ever die, nor did it go back to the way it was. They were kids, little mindless kids that didn’t know that being friends who goofed around and shoved chocolate frogs in their mouths would have such an impact on their lives.

She wouldn’t change one thing about it though, oh Merlin no, because it wouldn’t prove the development they’ve had over the years. Development meaning lingering touches and long glances but nothing strong enough to confront each other about.

That was the way she felt until one day in which she thought would be normal. She didn’t expect not only to be sharing Potions with the Gryffindors, but to be making the most powerful love Potion in existence.

“This is ridiculous.” Draco muttered when Snape informed them.

“I don’t see the purpose of this stupid Potion anyway; it’s not like I’m going to smell anything.” He snarled. “Like how does the House Cup have a scent?”

She kept in her laugh, shaking her head. “No, Draco. It’s about love and your deepest attraction… showing your deepest desire for an unknown person…I wonder who I’m going to smell.” She said, not being able to help but think of the possibilities.

Draco scoffed at the dream-like tone she was using, looking over at her from his cutting board.

“You? Smelling anyone? Oh please, I doubt someone would even smell you.”

A normal person talking to Draco would be hurt, but she was used to the teasing and banter that practically flooded from his mouth like water so instead she slapped him on the arm and watched in satisfaction when he rubbed the spot.

“I’m serious; I bet you’re curious about who you’ll smell.” She said back.

Malfoy scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard, but what she didn’t know was that he was more curious than ever. Did all his wants, besides wanting to prove to his father that he’s worthy, come to the idea of someone understanding and loving him? Was there someone already out there and he was about to find out who? Just by leaning in and taking a soft sniff of this bubbling liquid that the cauldron beheld? Yet the smallest sniff would give the strongest scent, revealing who he desired most.

Draco scoffed again to get rid of the thoughts and to prove his point further on how silly it was.

“Me, a Malfoy, wondering who I smell. Stupid and absurd, really, I tell you.” He mumbled under his breath. “I’ll stick my nose in there and smell the copper of the House Cup, that’s for sure.”

He watched as she nudged some ingredients towards him so he could cut them, rolling her eyes at his behavior.

“Really? Your deepest attraction is a cup made of copper?” She tested, scooping something into the Potion, watching as it bubbled and smoked from the addition to the mix.

Draco seemed to be scoffing a lot that day, because that’s what he did just then.

“No, take a joke. Obviously I’ll be smelling my own scent because everyone’s desire for me will be so strong this whole room will be able to smell it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. Draco scowled.

“You think it’s funny do you? The facts are funny now; every girl is drooling over me and it’s absolutely hilarious to think about.”

She shook off the laugh coming up her throat, composing herself.

“What if I don’t smell you?” She tested, watching for his reaction.

His eyes stopped on hers, looking at her face with such intensity that it made her sink into her feet a little. He eyed her up and down, silver orbs seeming to absorb her appearance.

“You better.” He said simply, but it sounded like a threat, vanishing the playful banter in the air that was previously present, replacing it with think fog and tension that surrounded itself between them.

“And why should I smell you?” She bravely asked, staring right back into his eyes. He made a chop with his knife that was harder compared to the others, staring at her harder than before.

“You’re mine, that’s why.”

Hope you liked it! 🫶🏻

[damiansgoodgirll]

hi, I wanted to ask you since it’s my birthday coming up could you please make a short with reader that never celebrate her birthday? And so Damian put a surprise party together for her and she gets emotional thank you so much if you do that❤️❤️❤️

damian priest x reader

taking this time to wish you happy birthday and taking this opportunity to say that today is my birthday too!🩷

‼️soft damian, mention of past family issues, i love damian with all of my heart ‼️

special gift

you weren’t expecting no parties or surprises, knowing that you never celebrated your birthday, you were used to stay at home and buy yourself a small cupcake with blowing a candle just to make a wish.

so when your boyfriend damian asked what you wanted to do for your birthday, you didn’t know what to say. he offered you cinema, shopping spree, dinner date out. whatever you wanted but you couldn’t find a proper answer “i don’t know…” you told him truthfully because you really didn’t know what to do and you definitely didn’t expect him to remember it was your birthday.

“what you mean mariposa?” he was kinda confused. he always celebrated his birthday, his siblings too. he didn’t grow up rich so he never had big parties until he made his own money but his family never missed to celebrate his birthday.

your family on other hand, never really cared, saying that birthday parties were a waste of time and money. you never got presents or cakes so when he asked you what gift you wanted you were speechless, again, for the second time.

“damian really, it’s fine…we could stay here and watch a movie, it’s fine for me” you smiled, a little sad because in all of these years you’ve never got to experience a birthday party but at the same time grateful because damian thought of you.

“are you sure?” he asked, not understanding why you didn’t want to celebrate “what about we go out just me and you? we go to that nice italian restaurant you like? we don’t have to go somewhere else, we can just have a nice dinner together and then celebrate at home…” he suggested. you lied if you said that you didn’t like the idea, you just didn’t want to be a bother for him, especially since your family made you always feel like it.

“you sure? i don’t wanna take too much time from you, especially since bash in berlin is coming up soon…” you were afraid, he could tell, he just couldn’t understand why because you never spoke to him about your personal life. he knew it was an unpleasant conversation for you so he always tried to avoid it because he knew it would make you uncomfortable.

“trust me…it’s going to be fine…plus it’s gonna be just me and you” you knew you couldn’t say no when he begged so nicely. so you agreed, of course.

a couple of hours later you were dressed in a pretty black dress, matching damian’s outfit as he was wearing all black too.

“you look so good amor…i can’t believe you’re all mine” he smiled against your lips, making you chuckle.

“you don’t look bad either señor priest” you whispered leaving soft pecks on his lips.

“we better get going or it will take two seconds for me to remove this pretty dress you are wearing and take you back upstairs” he said, his lips never leaving yours.

“i really hope you can do that after dinner cause i’m starving right now” you teased, making him chuckle.

“i’ll see what i can do mariposa” he gave you one last kiss before taking you out to the car and opening the door for you.

during the whole car drive his hand was on your thigh, making you shiver from time to time.

once at the restaurant you both took your time reading the menu and asking the waiter for more information about the dishes. it was the first time that someone did something nice for your birthday and you wanted to enjoy it. so you took your time eating, talking about the silliest things with him, laughing and chatting. when the delicious piece of cake you both ordered arrived, you saw damian taking out a little box from his pocket. it was tiffany blue box, and before you could say anything damian gave it to you “this is a little present from me…” and now you were completely speechless.

“damian…the dinner is enough, you didn’t have to get me anything…”

“i wanted to” he couldn’t explain how much he loved you “you’re the most important person in my life, i don’t know what i’ll do without you, meeting you eight months ago was the best thing that happened to me in years…i can’t explain it but you brought a light into my life that i thought it was lost” he was getting emotional, you were too.

so you kindly accepted his gift and your heart missed a beat when you saw a beautiful diamond heart shaped necklace inside of the small velvet box “damian…” you were at loss of words “it’s so beautiful”

“it reminded me of you” a tear fell from his eye but he was quick to wiped it away.

“i love it…do you mind?” you asked him, signing that you wanted to wear it immediately. he stood up and he gently placed the necklace around your neck “i love it damian…thank you so much”

“i’m glad you like it” he was genuine.

“thank you for all of this…this is the first time someone does something nice for my birthday” you confessed, you weren’t used to talk about your past and damian never pressure you to talk about it so he was grateful that you were opening up to him “my family never celebrated my birthday…or theirs, they always said that birthdays are a waste of money, so i grew up watching my friends getting spoiled on their special day and lying to them when they asked about my special day…i’ve always said that my parents were the best at making birthday parties, that they always took me out of town when in reality i spent all of my birthdays crying in bed…your necklace is the first birthday present i’ve ever received” he couldn’t believe your words. how can some parents be so mean to their kids? he never had big parties but his parents never missed one of his birthday, even now that he was older, his mom and dad would always come to his parties.

“i’m so sorry love…no kids should be ever treated like that, i know parties can be expensive…you know, my mom used to bake every birthday cake for me and my siblings since we got eighteen, and somehow she still does it, like a personal gift for us” he smiled remembering the old times. your heart ached for that. you couldn’t imagine growing up like that but you were glad someone was able to live their special day at its best “but i promise you y/n that from this day on you’ll never feel like that ever again, we’ll celebrate every single birthday from today and on, you’re safe with me” he said promising it to you.

“okay…” you smiled, thanking him for the amazing night he just spent with you.

“oh but the night it’s not over yet…if i remember i made a promise before leaving the house” he smirked, watching you blush under his gaze. he asked for the bill and left a generous tip for the waiter who assisted you.

you both ended up making out in his car “even if having you naked in the backseat sounds tempting to me, tonight is all about you love, let me take care of you…let’s go home” he whispered against your lips, leaving one last kiss over your cheek before driving back home.

you couldn’t explain how much you loved damian either, it was like you were made for each other and you were both aware of that.

[ivfrankenstein]

DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;

the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.

farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.

“you are easy to find, even when you're hiding.” he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, “shouldn't someone be watching you?”

“do they have to?” the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, “all my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?”

he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.

“with seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?”

“i am.”

it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.

“it's all a total waste of your blood.” he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell… it alone could suffocate a human victim.

“that troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.” she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.

“one more ogre, one less.” he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, “there's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.”

“i’m not surprised you're more than okay with that information.” she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, “it just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?”

“the same as you.” it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, “it took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.” except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, “you did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.”

it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.

“do me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.”

“oh, a gun, how uncivilised,” he said in a bored tone, “you have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.”

“and why is that?” she asked, trying to stay focused, “i kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.” her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.

she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.

“by letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.”

“what a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.”

it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.

“and i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.” he confirmed it, “but as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.” he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, “i'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,” he pointed at her with an open palm, “already have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.”

for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.

“if so,” then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, “i think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.”

the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.

“that was a dirty trick.” she admitted before he could, “in my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..” she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, “if you'll excuse me.”

“please.” nuada only said.

“death jr. to red.” y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, “death jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.”

he smirked and nodded in understanding, “as a good team member should.”

y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, “i hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.”

—gif: @amatesura 📿 also, english not my first language. so, i beg you pardon.

[slimyalienfreak]

Just had a random idea that might be funny, Amy with a female exe reader that took her form. I think it'd be funny to have them start dating and all of Amy's friends being confused as hell as to her dating what kinda looks to be herself.

Amy Rose Dating An EXE!Reader

Hey there thanks for the ask!

Honestly I like that idea. Just imagine dating an existential being who just so happens to be a look-alike of you. Anyways hope you enjoy reading this.~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Amy + Sonic + Tails + Knuckles

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Sapphire_Art_ on Twitter + Banner by narahverde (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- It was definitely a surprise for Amy when she first met you. She managed to stumble upon you just by chance she didn’t mean to. Seeing someone with her looks sort of at first kind of weird her out I mean if you were to see someone who just so happened to look like a demonic version of you you’d be freaked out as well, right? But at the same time she’s oddly flattered that you chose her out of everyone but still slightly weirded out. She didn’t want to get into any trouble from you so she just decided to leave you alone and prayed that you won’t do anything to bother you. Luckily for her you wouldn’t but after seeing the actual Amy who you based your form off of you couldn’t help but grew curious towards her. What was she like? Oddly enough even though you didn’t know why you wanted to get close with. So without much thought you eventually found her and decided to attempt to have a somewhat conversation with her.

- At first she was slightly panicky wondering what you were doing here but once you managed to calm her down then explained yourself about why you were here and just wanted to get to know her she managed to calm down and decide to at least hear you out. Surprisingly she actually enjoyed hanging out with you, she was interested in getting to know about your existence and powers. Now getting to know you a bit more she honestly didn’t mind that you just so happened to be a somewhat look-alike of her. She was more than happy to accept you for who you were, no matter what you were or what you do.

- After developing a friendship with you she pretty much treats you like all her other friends. She treats you with respect and is often very happy to see you come visit her. Sometimes she finds the simplest things to do just so she could have an excuse to go visit you, even if it means she’ll have to change plans with sonic and the others. In return you made a vow to protect her with your life. If you found someone being rude to her you immediately went into defense mode and personally made sure they would learn a lesson. Maybe it may cost them their life depending on how ‘kind’ you were feeling. But you made sure to keep those things away from her to not make her worried about what people say. But sometimes she does become aware of what people say about her but you reassure her that they don’t mean what they said and they are clearly idiots who don’t know what they are talking about.

- Due to yours and her close relationships she eventually developed a crush on you. With you protecting her and making sure she’s alright she couldn’t help it. But she wasn’t sure if you would accept her feelings due to the difference between the two of you. But that doesn’t mean she hasn’t expressed them mostly towards the others. Once they’ve heard her having a crush on someone else (especially sonic) they thought they were hearing things at first. Amy has a crush on someone who wasn’t sonic? Even Sonic himself was surprised but if Amy was happy then they were as well. They did try to ask her for information about you and she was more than happy to tell them. Once hearing what you looked like they just assumed that you just so happened to be a pink hedgehog just like her.

- Eventually though Amy couldn’t keep her crush for you a secret and decided to risk it and ask you to be her girlfriend to which you accepted. Making her shed a slight tear out of happiness and hugging you all giddily. She was more than happy that you accepted her feelings she never thought any would accept her feelings.

- Expect her to be really clingy towards you. I can imagine her love language being a combination of physical touch, quality time and gift giving. She’s a very affectionate person regardless if she’s with friends or a lover. She likes giving gifts to people ranging from items to food.

- She really wants you to meet her other friends Sonic, Tails and Knuckles since she’s already said so much about you to them. At first you were slightly hesitant but eventually you agreed being unable to say no to her so with your permission she gathered the other three so they could meet you.

+ As soon as she heard the three of them at her door she happily ran towards the door and opened it with a smile on her face “hey you three glad you can make it” she said “Don’t worry about it Ames we’re just really excited to meet her” Sonic slight chuckled to himself “yeah especially since for once you aren’t going after sonic” knuckles jokingly said before receiving a slightly above whisper from tails telling knuckles off before Amy waved off what knuckles had said standing to the side to let the other three in to which they did. Amy then went off to go and get you so you could meet them creating a slight tension as they asked questions between them like what your name was? What were you like? Things like that, however as soon as Amy returned with you a slight confusion yet surprised expression formed on their faces. “This is my girlfriend [Name], they’re a bit quiet so please be patient around her.” Amy said wrapping and arm around yours as you introduced yourself to the others. Honestly they were surprised when they saw you, they were somewhat surprised because you seemed to be a nearly identical look-alike of Amy but they didn’t want to say anything about it so they just gave you a smile as they introduced themselves to you.

- Out of the three of them ironically enough I can imagine you being the closest with Sonic. Since he’s pretty much used to having Amy chasing him all the time he’s now got to get used to actually being left alone by her. I like to think that due to her constant affiliation with him he knows what she likes or not so if you're struggling to figure out what to give her Sonic can tell you. You still are somewhat close to the other two but mostly sonic.

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004. ༺BUT WITH EASE༻∘

a/n: OH MY GOD i feel so awkward abt this chapter lmaooo...probably gonna delete later. probably offensive.

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is (still) down bad. paige pining after an ex situationship. kinda angsty. smut (oh lord).

previous. next. masterlist.

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paige was being weird. and maybe you didn’t know her well enough to decipher that with certainty but you just knew. she didn’t knock on your door to beg for some of your snacks or inform you she was going to shower or to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with her anymore. she didn’t tell you goodmorning or goodnight…she didn’t tell you much of anything, really. in other words, paige was being fucking weird. 

it probably definitely shouldn’t bother you. after all, she’s your roommate and she has that thing with olivia. but it’s fucking killing you. slowly, from the inside out. 

TO: SEAN

i think my roommate hates me idk

FROM: SEAN

The sexy roommate that you want so bad? 

TO: SEAN

SHUT UP

her name is paige

FROM: SEAN

I know

The basketball player

Why does Paige hate us?

TO: SEAN

idfk

she’s just being weird

FROM: SEAN

Maybe you’re being weird…

Always staring at her and shit

She’s probably terrified for her life😬

TO: SEAN

u r a really bad person

FROM: SEAN

Remind me why you can’t just flirt with her again?

TO: SEAN

cause she’s dating someone

kind of

they’re weird

FROM: SEAN

So they’re weird

She’s weird

But you still want her?

TO: SEAN

real bad

FROM: SEAN

Oh lord

How serious is she with the girl she’s dating(?)?

you start to type a message back and then you see her. 

in a sports bra and shorts.

damn. 

you try not to stare at her perfectly lean stomach or her toned legs or her back or –– you’re staring. the moment you realize it you’re looking down at your blanket, pulling at the loose strings.

should you say something? would it be awkward to say something…? it’s awkward saying nothing though. before you had enough time to change your mind you cleared your throat and whispered. “hey…”

if the house wasn’t so silent she might not have even heard you.

“hi.” she muttered in response, back and shoulders tensing, doing nothing to soothe your nerves.

weird. weird. weird.

“um, i’m watching a movie…” you clear your throat, trying not to be obviously nervous. “do you wanna watch?”

paige turns around, sighing and shoulders relaxing. “why not?” she shuffles over next to you, plopping down on the couch. she smells fucking good. she sits close enough so that your arms and legs are touching, she doesn’t move for distance and neither do you.

you look over at her, noticing the way her eyes are glued to the screen. “are…are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

“you sure? cause you’ve been acting off the past week…”

“it’s nothing…” she dismisses again. this time, you don’t push for more information, deciding that no matter how unbelievable they may be, you’d take her words at face value.

you nod and the two of you watch the movie in silence for about twenty more minutes before paige asks a question that makes you heart stop beating for a moment.

“how many girls have you been with?”

you immediately look over at her only to find her eyes trained directly on you. your eyes flutter a few times, as if trying to blink away the question. “...what?”

“sorry…that’s probably inappropriate to ask but i guess i’m just curious.” she looks ashamed and turns back over to watch the movie as her face turns red. 

“five.” you mumble after a few seconds.

she looks at you again, silently. you feel like all the breath is getting sucked out of your lungs a little more every second she doesn’t say anything. 

“olivia ended things with me. for real this time.” paige whispers like it’s a secret only meant for you to hear. you aren’t exactly sure why she’s telling you this…and you definitely aren’t sure why that makes you feel a bit giddy.

“oh…i’m ––– ” ecstatic. “sorry. that must suck. i know you said you didn’t love her but i’m sure you care about her deeply regardless.”

“i did.” past tense. eye contact. that slow, sultry voice. you feel like you’re drowning in her.

you remain silent, not sure of why her words bring you so much pause. 

“you wanna know why she ended things with me?” she moved fucking closer. her hand brushing up against your thigh and that causes the rational part of your brain –– the part that would tell you things like ‘no it’s too soon’, ‘she just ended things with olivia’, and ‘this isn’t how you wanted this to happen’ –– to shut off completely, only leaving you shuttering and nodding.

“cause she thinks i’m attracted to you.”

oh.

paige slowly trails her hand down to rest on your knee and you’ve never felt so stiff. “she isn’t wrong.”

there she goes with that warm, tempting and inviting voice again. before you even have time to react, she kisses you. you go from surprised to melting within seconds. it’s so natural pathetic how quickly you open your lips so her tongue can sweep in and steal what small fraction of sanity you had left. you couldn’t help it –– you actually moaned into her mouth as one of her hands slid down your body, gripping your waist just enough to pull you to her. both your hands come up and grab onto her shoulders so that you don’t sag to the ground from the pure intensity of it all. this is not the kiss you wanted…but you’ve pined after her for long enough that you forget to care. that’s a problem for future you. 

she pushed you down, separating her lips from yours so that she could position herself above you. you stretched your thighs to make room for her. you blink and clear you throat. “wait…wait –– ”

she immediately pulls away and stares at you. 

“this isn’t a good idea…you just got out of a relationship.”

“it wasn’t technically a relationship.”

paige mutters defensively and you have to physically restrain your eyes from rolling. “you know what i mean.”

“i want you.” she whispers, leaning back into you, hovering her lips over yours and it’s pure temptation. “i’ve wanted you ever since i moved in here…now i don’t have to feel guilty about it…”

“i know you want me too. i’ve seen how you stare at me…just let me have you.” she practically whimpers and you shudder. “it won’t change anything…”

you can’t help but think of all the reasons why saying yes would be a bad idea…you think of every bad reason and then some and ignore them all. “okay…” 

she smirked, wasting no time to rid you of your shirt, sucking in a deep breath when she sees you’re not wearing a bra. for a moment…she just stared. it made you feel awkward enough that you reached up to cover your face, she immediately pulled your hands away from your face, giving you a stern look.

“don’t do that.” she huffs. “lemme see you.”

when you nod, she cups your tits and kisses you again. when you tug at your pants, tossing them somewhere to the floor, she pulls back to stare at you again. 

“you’re so beautiful…” she whispers softly, she trails her hand down to your underwear, groaning at how soft and warm and wet you were. she reaches her hand inside and you gasp at the feeling of her fingers brushing against you. your whole body tenses.

she starts off so slow, so gentle. “harder. please.”

paige snickers at your politeness. “well, since you said please.” she teases and you roll your eyes.

“shut up––” your words are cut off by a moan when she applies more pressure to your clit. 

she laughs again and smirks triumphantly. “you were saying?”

“you’re awful…” you moan. “i...hate you.”

“yeah? your body’s telling me something different, baby.” baby. you moan again. “look at how wet you are, how your legs are shaking…the way you’re moaning for me. you do all this for someone you hate?”

you don’t respond. you can’t. cause she’s speeding up, increasing the pressure. it’s not enough too much. “don’t stop.” and you’re so embarrassed at how quickly she’s gonna get there but you can’t do anything except keep moaning as orgasm washes over you.

she rides it out for you, slowly pulling her hand out of your pants as you try and catch your breath. afterwards you reach for her shorts and shimmy her out of them. this time, she freezes. 

“you okay?” you pant, chest heaving from the afterglow. “is it too much?”

“no, no it’s not that it’s just –– i, uh…olivia didn’t really like to give, i guess?”

you look at her in disbelief. “wait…like, never?”

paige shakes her head and you bite you lip. “well that’s a fucking shame…you gonna let me rectify that?”

she swallows thickly and nods. you guide her to lay back, once her back is against the couch she lets you take off her underwear and she slowly spreads her legs. she’s so wet. it shocks you for a second. 

“don’t start.” she rolls her eyes when you smirk up at her after you get a good look at the evidence of her arousal. “do i need to remind you how –– ”

you lick a long stripe from her entrance and she immediately stops talking. “oh, so that’s how i shut you up…” you tease but she’s too distracted to respond.

you continue your movement, only stopping to suck her clit which causes her to shift away from your mouth on reflex but you’re persistent, keeping your mouth on her despite all your movements. 

she’s moaning, a mixture of your name and pleas and the sounds she makes are addicting. you don’t stop until she’s trembling, physically pulling you away. you lick your lips and she shuts her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

“come here…” paige whispers and you obey immediately, she kisses you –– sloppy and tired and then she wraps her arms around your frame.

she’s so warm and intoxicating, and you try not to let yourself think of the consequences this would have. Especially not when she falls asleep clinging onto you. you allow your eyes to shut with a silent, daunting acknowledgement…this would change everything.

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I wrote this story months ago for a very special person. I know it is unlikely you'll even see this but I promised to upload it for you so I thought today would be the day. Happy Birthday girl!!! @tobbesdiscordkitten ♡! I miss you ♡

Pairing: Reader x Vince

Summary: You’ve been Vince’s best friend for years, providing stability in his chaotic life as a rockstar surrounded by drugs, alcohol, and fake people. You’ve supported him through all his highs and lows, even when it was tough on you. Despite hating the toxic environment he’s in, you’ve tried to protect him without pushing too hard, choosing to stand by him no matter what decisions he makes, even if they’re bad. Tonight was yet another night your phone rang, someone calling you to come and take Vince home…

Rating: Mature, Adult Content

Words: 11.522

Holding out for a rockstar.

It was a warm summer’s eve, another saturday you had to pick up Vince from yet another party. It was by far not the first day you got a call from one of his band mates, a friend or simply some random stranger that had cared enough to go through Vince’s contacts and dial your number just to inform you, your friend had once again overdone it.

But that was Vince. He always loved to party, drink, take drugs and lose himself in a pretty woman by the end of the night if he still could. Nothing could ever stop him and for as long as you had known him he was like that. It never was something that bothered you particularly but some of these nights you had plans of yourself that you had to cancel or cut short due to your promise of being a good friend to him.

What bothered you however was how these very heavy nights seemed to become more and more frequent lately. Maybe you had to talk to him about it when he was sober again you thought.

Stepping past the threshold of the fancy villa you were supposed to pick up the singer tonight, you noticed a few recognizable faces. This was Hollywood after all, rich places and rich people, you never quite knew why Vince kept you close enough to get a glimpse of his world but you never asked him either. All you knew was that it was all too extra, too much and too fake for your liking. You didn’t even want to step into this world because you were sure if you wanted, Vince would show you around a little. This was not your thing and you decided to concentrate on the task at hand, which was getting your damned friend out of here without causing too much of a scene. He had enough news reports about him drinking and partying already and you always tried to stay discreet when you picked him up.

Browsing through the first floor at first you witnessed everything. From drunk, passed out people on the ground, to intoxicated people making out and everything in between. After all these years, it was nothing new to you anymore and even when a guy pulled you over every now and then you knew your way to brush them off effectively by now.

When you took the stairs up, you silently cursed him „You better not be balls deep in some chick now Vince!!„

Opening one door after another you were glad to find most of them empty. The third one was where you would find him behind, sitting on a bed with a chick straddling him of course.

Her head whipped to the sound of the door opening. „Ah Vinnie look your girlfriend’s here.“ The woman slurred, rolling her eyes at you while making fun of you. It was obvious you were not his girlfriend but she probably thought she was being extra funny. The blonde was leaning forward, and as soon as she finished her sentence her lips attached to his neck again. Sadly, also that was not a sight unusual for you. Vince had had many girls, never keeping any longer than maybe a few months but they always were the same. Big tits which they liked to show off in very little clothing and mostly blonde, long hair. Ignoring her attitude you stepped into the room, just happy at this point they were not actually fucking right now even though it did look like they were about to any minute.

„Vince? You there?“ You noticed his head hadn’t turned when you opened the door, his eyes half lidded and head resting against the headrest while that woman sucked on his skin like a leech.

Hearing your voice his eyes opened slightly, head turning to face you standing there in the doorway, a very subtle smile appearing on his lips.

„Jesus Christ Vince..“ You brushed your hand through your hair, frustrated with the situation. You tried telling yourself that you didn’t mind him partying every night but seeing him like this proved you wrong every time.

„Babygurrll..“ He slurred, his hand lazily reaching out for you, trying to touch your face even though you were a few feet away from him. You crossed your arms and exhaled deeply. He always had called you babygirl, it was the nickname he gave you years ago.

Gazing back at you with his hazy eyes he patted the bed next to him, silently animating you to come closer. That was another sight you were not unused to. Your friend had never really learned his limits and one day you feared he would have to learn that the hard way.

„Vince come on now, it’s time to go home!“ You stated gently, tilting your head to the side slightly.

„He’s not going anywhere! You go back to where you came from!“ The woman snapped at you, her eyes shooting daggers at you. In return you sighed and shook your head. Even this was normal. Vince never was found without a girl by his side and usually they always tried to keep him for themselves, getting extra defensive as soon as you would step up.

„Vince?“ You ignored her and pressed on. „I said he will stay! Nobody needs you here, go back home and play with your dolls or whatever. Let the adults play!“ She snarled at you. While you were younger than Vince by a few years his friends and acquaintances usually were older than you but this? This was outright rude now.

„Vince you want to go or stay?“ You tried one more time. If he wanted to stay you would let him, you sure as hell were not gonna drag him by his ears out of here.

„Babygirl com’ere..“ He patted the mattress one more time, not answering. „Oh please…“ The chick in his lap protested loudly until you glared at her, shutting her up for a moment.

„No, Vince, just tell me you want to stay or shall I bring you home?“ You demanded to know this time. The more time you spent here the more annoyed you got that you were wasting away your Saturday here again.

When he didn’t answer you, you nodded, knowing everything you needed to know then. The woman started laughing loudly and you turned around, leaving and not bothering to close the door behind you. Not only did you ruin your Saturday night by coming here to save his ass but it all was for nothing on top of it all.

You stormed down the stairs, annoyed and mad at yourself. You should just not care anymore. When you were outside, walking down the long driveway to the gates you heard Vince call your name from behind. He was struggling to speak, obviously still heavily intoxicated but he managed to catch up to you. Your legs kept carrying you down the way, not paying attention to him at all. You were fuming at this point.

„Wait… W-waait babygirl slowd..“ A thud interrupted him, followed by a groaned out „Fuck“. You didn’t even care enough to turn around making sure he was ok. You were mad enough not to care if he was or not.

Just as you were about to step off the property grounds, his hand grabbed your shoulder forcefully, pulling your body around with more momentum than he had intended. His motor skills influenced by the drugs in his system.

Your small body faced him and you nearly lost your footing. „Vince what the fuck?“ You snapped at him for nearly making you fall down on the pavement.

„Babygirl you weren’t stopping.. I had to..“ Vince reasoned, his hand staying on your shoulder while he kept gazing at you with his half lidded, hazed eyes.

„Ugh what are you doing here anyway didn’t you want to stay with your date?“ You mocked, genuinely interested in his answer though.

„That? Nah don‘t even know her name..“ The singer offered weakly.

„As if that mattered.“ You rolled your eyes, not even being subtle about it. Vince noticed even in his heavily drugged state and couldn’t hide the smile that spread on his face. He always loved this about you. You had just a bit of attitude to not make you boring like all the others were. You weren’t always trying to be on his good side, not always swooning over him, riding his dick like all the other girls, figuratively and literally. You always had been different, a breath of fresh air in the putrid cosmos of Hollywood.

„You wanna go home then?“ You asked after a moment when he didn’t say anything and just kept his eyes on your face, blinking slowly. This man was so hammered that even every bat of his lashes looked like immense labor for his body, swaying a little from side to side. You wondered how he stayed on his legs at all. Soon you found out how he kept his balance because the moment he let go of your shoulder he had to take a step back, not to fall over completely. You involuntarily reached out, grabbing his hand before he could fall back.

„Mmhpf please babygirl… bring me home..“ he muttered, taking a step forward again, his body leaning on yours now. In times like this you always realized how goddamn heavy he was. Sure he wasn’t fat but his body well trained the muscle weighing you down much more than fat ever could, especially given that you were just a small girl compared to him. You grabbed his hand and slid it over your back, wrapping your free hand around his hips to help steady him with your own body. You cursed yourself for helping him so fast when he made you that angry just moments prior to this. You couldn’t help yourself though, you were a good friend and you would always be that until he would not want you around anymore.

You continued your way down the street towards where you had parked your car. You opened the door for him to get in first before you got in yourself. You made sure he wouldn‘t hit his head and helped him lower himself. When you walked around the car, he kept his eyes on you through the windshield. The loud noise of the horn startled you and you jumped up suddenly. Inside, Vince was nearly pissing himself from your reaction and as soon as you slid into the driver's seat you pushed his hand off the steering wheel roughly.

“Fucking Idiot!“ you mumbled under your breath, Vince could hardly breathe while he was holding his stomach.

“It wasn‘t even that funny!“ You grumbled, still annoyed but putting up with his childish drunken state once more this time.

“Fuck, it was..“ he wheezed. You decided to ignore him and fastened your seatbelt. As you began driving Vince calmed down again, his head turning to the window watching the streets of Hollywood driveby silently.

It was quiet. Unusually quiet. Vince never was this silent when you drove him home unless he was passed out in your backseat. Normally you didn‘t mind silence but this time it was beginning to bother you. You couldn‘t shake the feeling that something was off.

You turned on the radio to drown out your thoughts. For a few moments it seemed to work but then the drunk next to you turned his head to you. Keeping your eyes on the street ahead of you, you could only see him gazing at you from the corner of your eyes. When he didn‘t avert his eyes after just a moment too long, you began to feel nervous. Was he gonna throw up in your car?

“What?“ you snarled, still annoyed from the situation you found yourself in once again.

Vince stayed silent, his gaze focused on you.

“Do I need to stop? Need to throw up?“ you asked, turning your head to look at him for a moment.

That was a mistake. The way he looked at you made you squirm in your seat. You were glad you had to concentrate on the street ahead of you but the way his eyes burned into you was keeping you on edge. The tiniest movement from the side would shift your focus from the street back on him.

“No…“ Was all he offered. His left hand reached for your mid-thigh. His long fingers embracing the flesh of your bare leg. You nearly swerved off the road but managed to keep your concentration on the street. His grip was gentle, not too firm but it held a certain possessiveness to it. He‘s always been a flirt and he had always been even more when drunk but this level of touching was new to you.

“The fuck you doing Vince?“

“Feeling you up babygirl.“ he replied with a chuckle. His thumb softly stroked the tender skin. You gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles whitening.

“Take your fucking hand of my leg Vince!“ You warned through gritted teeth.

“And what if not?“ The blonde tilted his head a little, studying your expression closely.

“I‘ll kick you out of my car and you can walk the rest!“ You replied swiftly, swatting his hand away. Vince obliged with an amused chuckle, leaning back in his seat. Of course you wouldn‘t do it but he annoyed you. Vince watched you from the side, admiring your features. It was like he was looking at you for the first time ever.

„Y’know I wish you weren’t always that prude. You need to relax a little, woman!“

“I am not prude? I‘m just not a slut like you.“ You retorted. „Just because there is a woman out there who‘s not all over you doesn‘t make me prude.“

Vince shrugged and leaned his head back against the headrest of the seat.

„I mean yeah… you‘re so reserved and serious all the time. Babygirl, relax and have some fun. No need to be so..“ he paused, searching for the right word. „..uptight.“

Letting him finish his half slurred sentences, you swallowed. Despite knowing he was intoxicated you tried not to put too much worth in his words but you had to admit that it felt like he was attacking you in a way. Judging you for how you chose to live your life when he chose his own way. You were this close to tell him that you would be having fun right now if you wouldn‘t have to pick up his ass once again but you swallowed down your pride and kept quiet.

The rest of the ride he kept glancing at you but you did a good job at ignoring his teasing behavior. He was a player, always had been but he never tried to play you. You figured he didn‘t find you appealing enough for his standard, being swarmed left and right by women more beautiful and stunning than you could ever imagine. On top of that he was famous, rich and good looking himself. You didn‘t fit in his world so you never questioned it. He just kept you around because you were funny and refreshing company from time to time and he probably wanted to pay you back for all the times you had been the one he could rely on. It was some kind of unspoken deal. He would offer you bits and pieces of his success, in exchange for being there for him like now.

You pulled up into his driveway, his own property not less massive, fancy, and luxurious than the Villa you had just picked him up from.

“We‘re here. So you think you got this now or do I have to tug you in and make sure you actually make it to your bed?“ It was clear in the way you said it that you didn‘t want to come inside but you figured he might be a bit too drunk. It wouldn‘t be the first time for you to find him in the morning, passed out somewhere in the house. You didn‘t want that to happen again.

“Ehh.. I might..“ He opened the door and started to step out of the seat but he forgot to open the belt and so he was halfway stuck in the door, losing his balance and falling back into the seat. That was enough of a demonstration how much he relied on your help now. Before he even seemed to realize what the problem was, you were already out and on the passenger side, ready to help him. You leaned into the car, reaching for the seatbelt, taking Vince off guard with your proximity.

“Hmm“ His hand cupped your cheek all of a sudden, your eyes widened and you could have sworn he was pulling your face towards his, while his gaze was fixed on your lips. To your luck you had just managed to unlock the seat belt and you pulled back out of the car.

Vinces hand hovered mid air for a second and he pouted at the loss. He quickly looked at you and began to set his foot out of the door one more time, nearly falling again if you hadn‘t reached out to steady him. “Thanks babygirl.“

You only nodded and started walking ahead of him, leaving him to his own wobbly legs on purpose.

“Hey wait, slow down..“ he dragged his feet along the tiles towards the door. „Shouldn‘t you help, make sure I don‘t fall and hurt myself or some shit?“

„If you continue I might actually push you!“ You teased him back.

On the way there he leapt the last few feet to you, hugging your shoulder and laying a good amount of his weight onto your feet like this. You groaned but put your arm around his waist to steady him enough until you reached the doorstep.

„Keys?“

His hand that was by his side fumbled in his pockets for the key. It took awfully long, so long that you had in fact started to expect him not to have his keys on him. After about a minute he fished them out and held them in his fingers, smiling like a little school boy. He tried to put the right one into the lock with a bit of difficulty.

“Fucks sake!“ You ripped the key from his hands, let go of his torso and opened the door, stepping into the familiar but not less impressive entry hall of his million dollar home.

You maneuvered towards the master bedroom, without waiting for him once again. You were still mad and you wanted him to know!

“Slow.. down or I’ll slip.“ Vince slurred, trying to keep up with you.

“Move your feet or fall, I don‘t care!“ You called back to him over your shoulder while your feet carried you further into his home. You had been to his house many times and you knew your way around it, even in the dark. Vince stumbled behind you, following you to the master bedroom with a massive smirk on his face. He liked where you were taking him, even though he knew you were just here to make sure he got to bed safely. It wouldn‘t stop his thoughts from going south though.

As soon as he had seen his bed, he wobbled the last few steps and let his body fall onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as if he had just lifted a heavy bag a few flights of stairs.

“Alright you‘re in bed, I‘ll be on my way then.“ Your voice rang from beside the bed.

„What no!“ Vince's head rose again, irritation written over his face. He wanted you to stay.

“Nah you‘re good Vinnie, no need for me to be here any longer. There‘s a glass of water on your bedside table. You should drink it before you go to sleep.“ You pointed to the bedside table, jiggling your keys in your hands.

“Have a good night Vinnie!“ Before you could take even one step, Vince‘s hand wrapped around your wrist and held you in place.

“Stay!“ He said, voice deeper than usual. It held some emotion, you could not quite place. „Please?“ He added, this time with a vulnerability that softened your heart. You hated him. You hated how easily you would soften up around him, how fast you were giving in.

“Vince..“ You started, head tilting to the side with a heavy sigh.

“Please just.. sit down with me and stay? Just a little?“ His hand pulled you down and you sat on the edge of the bed. You noted how his hand did not let go of your wrist and instead his thumb started circling over your skin softly. He avoided your eyes when he opened his mouth again.

“I need your help getting out of these.“ He admitted looking down on his body.

Of course. Despite knowing better you had expected him to say something serious to you, something personal maybe. You wished he would have taken some time and just talked to you or been with you but no, he only needed your help once more. You really should not be as hurt as you were about this but you swallowed down the lump in your throat and nodded.

“Raise your arms!“ You ordered him and he quickly obliged, his eyes never leaving yours. You helped him out of his tank top, opened the bracelets around his wrists, putting them all on the bedside table. Once he was topless your eyes went lower to his hips. His tight leather pants were held up by this wide belt that you would have to open.

„Kay, now the rest you can surely do yourself.“ You averted your eyes, not feeling comfortable enough to open his pants for him.

“Babygirl… please?“ His hands went to the belt, fumbling with it half heartedly until he gave up. He stared at you with a pout on his lips.

“M‘not naked underneath ok I promise!“ He added with a wink, that cocky smile back on his lips. You groaned and turned your body back towards him, replacing his hands on his belt with yours. To open it, you had to pull it a bit tighter first and that of course earned you a playful comment from him.

“Careful babygirl.. don‘t want to damage the goods do ya?“

He was your friend, not your lover. You shouldn‘t be affected by this but here you were, ears growing hot from the situation you found yourself in. Thankfully you had always been a good actress and instead of letting it get to your head you focused on the task at hand, which was getting him out of his pants.

Once you had opened the buckle you pulled the leather band out of the belt loops. Now came the even worse part. His laced up leather pants. You nervously started opening the knot. Unfortunately the knot was tighter and stronger than you had thought so you fumbled with it for a while. There was no way he would have ever gotten out of these on his own.

“Might wanna use your mouth.“ Vince chuckled. The daggers you stared at him had him raise his hands in surrender. „Your teeth babygirl. You might be able to open it with them.“ You shook your head, leaning closer to his crotch to take a better look. Vince‘s breath hitched for a second as your face inched closer, his cock twitching in anticipation.

You eventually found an opening and managed to loosen the knot. You then unlaced his pants bit by bit, leaning back again. When the pants were loose enough you started tearing them down on the sides of his thighs, pulling roughly.

“Easy babygirl. I didn‘t know you were so eager to get me naked!“ Vince laughed, enjoying the way you handled him.

“Shut up before I tie those back up!“ You gave him one more warning look before you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants and started pulling them down. Vince lifted up his hips so you could move them past his buttocks and once they were down to his knees they came off pretty easily. You threw them to the side of the bed and looked back at Vince. He sat on his mattress now in nothing but his boxers and the black gloves he wore.

You hated how your eyes were traveling along his tanned skin, taking in the way he looked. You had to admit he had a beautiful body, just the right amount of muscle to make him look like a young greek god. Before your eyes traveled to his boxers he spoke up again.

„Like what you see?“ There it was again, that cocky, arrogant smirk of his. He lay there shamelessly, spreading his legs on the sheets, one knee angled upwards.

“Fuck you Vince“ You grumbled again. You were moving back again, ready to get back on your feet when a pair of gloved hands grabbed your arm again and pulled you on top of him.

��I‘d rather have you do it.“ His hand snaked around your waist, securing your seat on his lap.

„What the..“ You squealed, taken aback by what had just happened. „VINCE!“ Was the only thing you could muster when you had regained a bit of composure.

“What? Don‘t tell me you have never thought about it! Thought about me, late at night when you were lonely in your bed?“ Vince whispered, his breath reeking of alcohol. His fingers slid under your shirt, ghosting over the skin of your sides and back. - And again the arrogance. You hated the arrogance he showed sometimes. He could be the sweetest guy but sometimes he was just oozing confidence. To your own horror you couldn‘t deny that he could afford it. He was hot and he knew it. You just never liked it when people showed off like that.

The smell of alcohol in his breath brought you back to reality. He was drunk as hell and just playing with you. “You‘re insufferable.“ You swung your body back to the side, away from his body. You were on your feet in seconds. „If you wanted to get laid you should’ve stayed at the party with your bitch!“ You snapped at him, anger and hurt evident in your voice. Grabbing your keys off the bed, you were already in the doorway, ready to get back home when these gloved hands held you back one more time. You roared and pulled on your arm, refusing to speak to him.

“Babygirl stop. I‘m sorry, ok I was just kidding.“ He apologized, his hand holding on to your arm. He took your hand in his and turned you around, his fingers intertwining with yours. „Please stay. I just..“ He stopped mid-sentence his face showing signs of confusion and irritation. „I don‘t want to be alone tonight.“ He muttered, voice breaking slightly. You gulped, the heavy lump in your throat hurting as you gazed back into his dark orbs. He has always had this warmth in his eyes, a trait of his you had always admired. They held such softness, tenderness to them, despite his wild and chaotic side. When you looked into his eyes you found what you loved so much about him, a feeling of contentment and acceptance. A feeling of home.This warmth was now overshadowed by something else though. His eyes appeared glossy and your heart ached in your chest just from the emotion conveyed in them.

“Please?“ He croaked, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand soothingly. How could you reject him now when he stood before you, baring you this side of him. A side he has always kept hidden from everyone. You nodded, stepping forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He didn‘t waste any time and pulled you into his body, arms slinging around your waist. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath inhaling your scent.

“Thanks. Thank you babygirl. I appreciate you so much.“ He grumbled against your skin.

You sighed, rubbing his back soothingly, your heart feeling a bit lighter now. You wanted to be there for him. Vince meant more to you than he knew and you would give everything to cheer him up and help him whenever you could.

“It‘s alright Vinnie. I‘ll be here if you need me. I just… I‘m sorry but I just don‘t want to be one of your playthings you know?“

Vince pulled back, his eyes searching yours intently. “You‘d never be just a plaything!“ He cupped your cheek, making sure you saw the sincerity in his eyes.

The silence that followed that statement was deafening. You were taken by surprise with his statement and you were uncertain what that meant. The singer’s fingers cradled your skin tenderly while his eyes scanned your face, admiration written all over his face.

“May I try something?“ he breathed while his eyes dipped down to your lips

A shaky breath escaped your lips and your eyes widened. What was happening? You nervously nodded and the next thing you felt was his plush lips on yours in a hesitant, almost shy kiss, if you could even call it that. He had barely touched your mouth, lips brushing yours for just a moment. A moment long enough to close your eyes but too short for your liking. You were not sure if he was testing the waters to see how you would react or not but you didn‘t care. He had successfully gotten under your skin. FUCK.

It had been years since you had developed some sort of crush on him, something you would have never admitted, not even to yourself. He was just not the boyfriend you had always pictured for yourself. Sure he was a very handsome man, his face and body just built so well but that was nothing you would fall for alone. As the years went by and the more time you had spent with him, you couldn‘t help it, his charm and charisma in combination with his innocent silly side had captivated you and soon you felt something when he was always around women. Suddenly you felt anger and annoyance, disliking any woman on his arm, even though they had never done anything to you. You didn‘t know what it was at first but now you knew it was nothing more but raging jealousy. You hated when he was out and away because you knew what was happening and it was all out of your control. You learned to accept it in a way, knowing it was not your place to voice your opinion on his lifestyle, especially since you were just an ordinary girl and he was a rockstar.

Their lives were just far from yours, two worlds co-existing, and while he was your friend you could always talk to or see, he remained unreachable for you. This was why you could deal with the situation for years. You knew he was rich, famous and popular and you knew he would have never found any interest in you, not when there were so many beautiful women throwing themselves into his arms. And lord he loved it, he enjoyed it. He has never been one to stay in a relationship for long. It was as if he was not made for commitment. No matter how much you had dreamed about it, you knew it was just a fantasy, one you hardly allowed yourself to entertain.

You opened your eyes and frowned when he pulled away. As your lashes swung open, you were finding that he was already looking into your eyes, gauging your reaction to his ghosted kiss. He wanted to give you the space you deserved to pull back and reject him if you wanted to but you didn‘t want to put any distance between the two of you, no you wanted the total opposite. You wanted to close the distance between you again and kiss him as if your life depended on it.

Your heart beat fast and hard in your chest. You felt it bang against your ribcage as your eyes never strayed from each other’s. There was this depth, this warmth and a vulnerability in them now that simply made your heart flip. Something you‘d never seen in him yet.

“Well?“ he finally broke the ice, giving you a sheepish smile before another moment of silence between the two of you hung in the air.

“I can give you the time of your life baby, I can make your body levitate if you let me.“ He whispered to you, promising you pleasure like no one else ever did or ever could.

You blinked once, twice, a million thoughts running through your brain at once. You didn’t want to be just another notch on his belt, another toy to play with but if this was all you could ever get of him then fuck it, you would take it. Take the chance and get a glimpse of him the way you desired him. From one moment to the next you stepped forward, closing the gap between you as you pressed your body against his, chest to chest and lips to lips you kissed him. This time with urgency and passion, pouring all of your feelings and love you had suppressed for so long into it. Your hand snaked around his neck while the other cupped his cheek. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, stumbling back a few steps he wrapped his arms around your waist in the blink of an eye. You felt his lips turning into a smirk as you kissed him. He wasted no time kissing you back, matching your eager lips with his own. He nibbled on your lower lip, bit down on it and pulled it with a growl. He gave you no time to breathe because the next thing you knew was his tongue had slipped past your teeth and was now exploring your mouth, teasing and battling your tongue with amusement.

His kisses alone made the fire and your desire for him grow even stronger and you wanted more of him, taste more of him, feel more of him and claim him, even if it was just for one night. You would make him yours and if you lost your heart to him completely then so be it. You couldn‘t live like this anymore, secretly yearning for him while he never knew about it, about your feelings and attraction to him.

For a few moments you felt like he‘d just let you do as you wanted, let you dominate the kiss and where this was leading to but just as you were about to pull back he lifted you up and you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips. His strong hands supported you, cupping your ass and holding you firmly. He pushed your back against the door first, his lips instantly attaching your neck. You craned your neck to the side to give him better access to your sensitive skin which he knew to appreciate. He kissed along the side of your flesh, down to the crook of your neck where he sucked a little on the skin before he bit into it harshly. Keeping the skin in place with his teeth, he then flicked the tip of his tongue over it repeatedly and with intense pace. Your whole body was on fire, a tingling sensation spreading from your neck throughout your body. You had never felt like that before. Whatever he was doing it felt so good you moaned uncontrollably loud. In return he pushed his hips forward so you felt his erection straining against his boxers between your legs. The thin material left very little for your imagination and you could feel his cock pressing against your womanhood.

Your hands roamed all over his skin, touching and rubbing over his torso in an attempt to feel every inch of him.

“Hungry are we?“ He pulled back, his right hand balling a fist in your hair, pulling on it with a smug smile. You couldn‘t even think straight anymore, he was just the most beautiful man you‘d ever laid eyes on.

“Y-yes“ you breathed out while your gaze lingered on his face. He had that sexy look in his eyes, the look you had seen glimpses of every now and then. His eyes half lidded, his dark orbs carrying so much emotion and desire it nearly felt overwhelming to be on the receiving end of it for once. Never once did you dare to imagine, you‘d find yourself in this situation, not with him and yet here you were after just one of those countless nights of supporting him after his parties.

Vince readjusted his grip on you and made sure to keep you close while his legs carried the both of you to the bed. He made sure to lower you gently onto the mattress. As soon as you lay in the sheets he leaned back, eyes roaming all over your body with a frown. He studied you and from what you saw on his face your heart immediately dropped. In seconds you went from ecstatic to self conscious about your body. Did he not like what you looked like? Was he regretting this now? Did he just change his mind and decided he didn‘t want you at all? Your eyes searched his eyes for any hint of what was going on in his head.

“W-what?“ you dared to ask, masking your insecurities with a shallow chuckle. „Do you not like this?“

“No! In fact I don‘t like this at all.“ He said coldly, readjusting himself on the mattress and then pushing your shirt up, revealing your stomach first and then the rest of your upper body to him. He pulled the shirt over your head and threw it somewhere to the other end of the room, leaving you lying in your bra. He then gazed at you again, the frown replaced by a soft smirk on his face now. He wasted no more time, leaning down, kissing your breasts while his hands cupped both of your tits through the bra. His thumb gliding under the fabric, teasing the underside of your boobs. After a few moments he pulled your body up to open up the bra on your backside, effectively stripping you of the last piece of clothing that hid your bare chest from his sight.

„Now that‘s better.“ Vince glanced down, pleased to see your nipples perk up on either of your breasts. His big hands cupping each of them and kneading them firmly.

“Always admired your tits baby!“ He praised nonchalantly, as if he hadn‘t just admitted to paying attention to your breasts over the years now, despite you thinking he never noticed you.

„And they feel even better than I imagined.“ His fingers circled around your nipple teasing the sensitive skin. He glanced up at your face to see your reaction. At this point he had you entranced and you were craving to feel his skilled hands do more to you. Brushing his thumb over your sensitive bud, your back arched slightly, your expression almost painful. At this point your body was on edge, you needed a release and all he did was teasing you more and more only resulting in your body getting more sensitive under him. Little did you know that was exactly what he wanted to accomplish at this point. He took great pleasure in playing with you, teasing you. He had waited for years to get to see you like this, touch you like this and he would now take his time to enjoy you as much as he could.

“Ah ah ah.. getting a little impatient now, mh?“ Vince grumbled lowly, his thumbs repeatedly brushing over your erect nipple.

“Please… Vince please.“ You gasped in need of more stimulation. Your hand traveled down between your legs, slipping into your pants to rub your swollen clit and your dripping cunt. The man on top of you wouldn‘t have it though. He was quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand back, guiding your fingers to his mouth. He took the tips of your fingers between his lips and sucked them clean while he kept his eyes on you.

“So sweet, babygirl. It‘s a shame I only get to taste you now.“ He pushed your hands back and pinned them to the mattress above your head while he hovered over you. His face was mere inches from yours and his eyes dipped from your eyes to your lips.

“You could have had this years ago. Imagine all those nights we could have had. You and me and endless nights of pleasure. I can take you to heaven baby. Just say the word.“ he murmured against your skin. His lips were caressing your breasts again. This man was truly using all his tricks to convince you. He pressed his tongue to your nipple and he flicked it. When you didn‘t answer for a moment, closing your eyes again, he hummed, waiting for your reply. He sucked on your nipple and released it with a plop.

“I need you to say it baby.“ He added, licking over the areola on your left tit.

“Y-yes please.“ You forced to say, your words breathy and weak.

„Please what? Speak to me, use your words!“ Vince chuckled, his hands sliding down your sides.

“I- I need you to fuck me! Please!“ You replied with urgency in your voice. The moment those words left your lips, you could see his eyes turn darker than they were before. The sparkle brighter than ever.

“And that I‘ll do! I‘ll fuck you harder than you could ever dream of.“ Vince slapped the side of your hips, before he leaned down again whispering into your ear.

“I‘ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. No more boy drama that you complain to me about. I‘m going to fuck you like a man, not a boy!“

He grabbed your hips and lifted your lower body up, positioning your legs on either side of his hips. He then opened your jeans, pulling them down to reveal your red underwear underneath but not pulling them off fully just yet.

“Oooh red? Who were you trying to seduce tonight, mhm?“ he questioned while he unfastened his gloves and pulled them off, throwing them across the room.

“S-some guy at the bar..“ you mumbled, lying to him.

“But ultimately you chose me over your guy, yeah? Good choice baby. After tonight you‘ll never choose another cock over mine!“ His fingers slid between your legs, rubbing your dripping cunt through the lace.

“Ah.. we‘ll see about that.“ You moaned weakly. You desperately tried to stay composed but it was impossible.

“Judging by the ocean between your legs you‘re more than happy with your decision.“ He pulled the red lacy fabric to the side and slipped his index into your hole and circled around your walls. Your mouth fell open, taking you by surprise.

„Ohhhhhh..“

„Good girl. Be honest, no hiding what you‘re feeling! I‘m not into that fake shit!“ He pushed his finger into your drenched hole a few more times.

“Y-you‘re not?“ You asked semi-cockily with a sigh. You wanted to sound more accusatory but he was making your toes curl already.

“Shut up!“ He knew what you were implying but he wasn‘t going to accept your bratty comments. Not when he was the one in control of your body. He grabbed your chin with his free hand and squeezed your cheeks together, making you look at him.

“I‘m going to make you see stars but only if you behave, do you understand?“ He growled, his finger pumping in and out of you again. He then added his thumb to press on your clit for the next five pumps, making your eyes fall closed, nodding vehemently. At this stage you would agree to anything.

“Ahh.. y-yes!“ you moaned, your hips bucking up against his hand. Vince smiled and let go of your cheeks, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Good girl. That‘s what I like to hear.“ He added a second finger, stretching your walls further and pumped a few more times, making your breathing even harder. It was all so sloppy, he was fingering you with your jeans half down your thighs but you didn’t care all you wanted was to cum. You could feel your orgasm building up so fast.

“Oh you don‘t know how bad I want to cum on your face right now!“ Get that sticky stuff all over that pretty face of yours!“ He fingered you relentlessly, removing his thumb from your clit to edge you again and again, making your insides feel as if they were on fire. Everytime you were close to cum he withdrew, enjoying toying with you.

“V-VINCE!!!“ You groaned when he denied your orgasm for the 5th time, earning a slap on your hip again.

“What is it? You want to cum that badly?“ He asked, halting his movements completely.

“Fuck YES make me cum already!“ You exclaimed boldly, shyness out of the window. You glared at him with irritation. Vince bit his lip and started again, this time slamming his finger in and out while circling your clit expertly with his thumb until your moans grew louder and louder. Your walls clenched around his finger and your toes curled as you let out a series of moans. It felt like something in your abdomen just exploded as your orgasm engulfed you fully. He was helping you ride it out. Once you got down from the high, your body fell limp and he withdrew his fingers. You gazed up at him, brushing your hair out of your face as your glazed over eyes found his. He licked his finger clean once more, savoring your taste.

He continued to pull on your pants, now freeing your legs of them and pulling down, your underwear following shortly after. You lay before him, fully exposed for the first time ever.

He eyed you up and down, licking his lips like a predator about to devour its prey. He pulled you down by your legs so you were laying flat on your back, your legs still on either side of him. His cock was standing proud and tall, only restricted by the thin fabric of his boxers. You were curious about it so you reached out to stroke it hesitantly. It seemed to take him by surprise. He hissed as you touched him there, making the spot between your legs pool with fluids again.

„Mhm babygirl FUCK!“ He mumbled between gritted teeth, eyes closed for a short moment. He could feel his cock grow bigger and harder even, twitching irritably when her fingers made the softest contact.

He opened his eyes again, eyes instantly locked on you. His orbs shining with lust and hunger, waiting to be released. He could barely think of anything else than his desire for you. Months and years he had imagined your body in his bed, under him, over him and in every position possible. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up and down your sides.

“Babygirl I need you, do you understand?“ He whispered to you with vulnerability in his voice. For some reason this gave you all the confidence you needed and your fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers. You were not wasting a second more and pulled it down to free his cock from its cage. It stood proud and tall between you and him. About 7.5 inches tall if you had to guess. Your mouth was already watering as you were mesmerized by his very handsome little fella. Your eyes never left his cock and you hesitantly reached out, poking it at first.

“Heh.. don‘t be afraid. He‘s not shy and neither do you have to be.“ He spoke about his cock as if it was its own entity and on some days if you asked he would probably say it was.

Your fingers wrapped around him, feeling him hard and heavy in your small hands. Vince groaned again, throwing his head back as your fingers squeezed his shaft just enough.

„Move it, up and down baby.“ Slowly starting to grow more confident, you started to follow his instructions, jerking him off slowly at first to get more used to it, studying his reactions closely. This was so much more than you had ever dared to imagine already, it was enthralling.

„F-faster baby! Speed up!“ Vince moaned softly. You did as he asked, moving your tiny hand faster up and down, brushing your thumb over the tip of his head which in return had him howl out in pleasure. Suddenly he opened his eyes again, gaze fixed on your hand jerking him off at first before his eyes drank in your body, still lying under him.

„Yes, fuck baby I need to be in you, NOW!“ He exclaimed, pushing your body back on the mattress, his hands quickly grabbing hold of your wrists and pulling them over your head to pin them to the mattress. He then held them with one hand in place while the other took hold of his swollen cock, poking it against your hole making you gasp in anticipation. He smirked mischievously, his hand guiding his cock over your sex repeatedly, smearing your juices all over the skin between your legs. You mewled and writhed under him, impatiently waiting for him to push into you so you could feel him.

Vince enjoyed seeing you like this. His thoughts flooded with pictures and imaginative sounds he was going to make you do tonight. He loved teasing you, always has but teasing you like this definitely was his favourite activity from now on. His own heat was getting the better of him now and he could no longer hold back. He guided the head of his erection to your lubricated hole and pressed into you slowly. Your eyes widened when he pushed your walls apart, intruding into the warm and wet cave between your legs.

„Ouhhh...“ You moaned and whined at the same time. His cock was not just a decent size in length but also in girth. He was stretching you to the brim and it stung, a few tears pooling in your eyes. He bit his lip, you were incredibly tight, something he had not had in a long long time. All the other chicks he banged were not even close to feeling this good, embracing him, this perfectly. But this was not just another chick he met at an event or a party, no this was you, his babygirl. In a way your pain was his pleasure and when he saw you teary eyed he felt a mix of remorse and arousal.

“M‘sorry babygirl but I need to keep pushing.“ He whispered, wiping away a tear that ran down your cheek. He knew it would only get better once he was fully inside. All you could do was nod and try to breathe slowly. He kept pushing deeper until he was fully buried inside of you. You took a few deep breaths when he leaned in to press a gentle kiss full of admiration and love to your lips. He meant to soothe you, make this as bearable as he could. If it was any other woman he would be much less gentle, much more greedy and much rougher. But other than any other girl, you meant something to him so he would be damned if he didn‘t care about you.

You lay there, now focused on his lips kissing you. The stinging pain didn‘t lessen and you bit your tongue.

„Start moving please.“ you gasped quietly. Vince pulled back, searching your eyes for any indication of regret. But you were determined and you knew it would help you ease up faster if he started moving. He nodded, sliding out of you just a little bit before he gently pushed into you again.

Your face twisted in pain a little but you kept quiet, not wanting him to stop. You wanted this just as much as he did and you knew you had to endure a bit of pain to get to the rewarding sensation you both seeked to experience together.

His hips drew in and out of yours, in a slow rhythm. Each time he withdrew a little further, rubbing his cock along the insides of your walls until he pulled out of you completely to thrust back into you fully again. His own groans and moans getting louder the faster he was allowing himself to go and your expression was beginning to relax. The pain was lessening as he kept thrusting, further lubricating your cunt with each stroke. A few moments of silent thrusting passed and it became rather pleasuring now. The only sounds in the room were his little grunts and his heavy breathing.

„Oh fuck yes… this feels soo good Vince. Don‘t stop!“ You began moaning in his ear. The words and the tone of your voice sending waves of excitement straight to his cock, making the little guy twitch in satisfaction. Vince‘s head hung low, his right hand still securing your wrists above your head while the left held your hips firmly to push into you with a steady pace. Vince slammed into your swollen cunt, bottoming out with each powerful thrust. His mouth hanging open from the sensation.

„Fuck how are you so fucking tight you little bitch?“ He degraded you playfully. He wouldn‘t admit it but he was losing himself fast here. He knew he needed to do something or else he would shamelessly cum in a matter of seconds like a horny schoolboy. He had two options: he could make you cum fast or he would have to pull back and do something else to give himself a moment to cool down.

He adjusted himself a little and hit you from a slightly different angle to stimulate your clit with every move. He lowered his body so he was almost laying flat on top of you, providing even more pressure on your clit like that. You felt like you were about to see stars now, the pain and tension had ebbed away completely, leaving you fully at his mercy. Your legs spread further apart, granting him easier access to you. Eager to feel him press into you even deeper. The pressure on your clit made you breathe heavily, your eyes rolling back with each of his thrusts from the pleasure that rippled through your entire nervous system like that.

Each time he pushed against you, your whole body moved up on the mattress from the force, literally driving you higher and higher towards the blissful feeling you were so desperate for. Your hips began bucking up against his, your orgasm so close you couldn‘t think anymore. He drove you crazy.

Vince struggled himself, his breathing labored and heavy. He concentrated hard on lasting long enough to make you cum and not disappoint you. He himself was shocked to see how fast he was about to nut. Usually he could last for over an hour but his desire for you must have been too strong, your body feeling just too good around him. Everything about you was intoxicating, your smell, your face, the feeling of your skin against his and the way your walls clung to his cock. And to top it off the sounds you made were even sweeter than he had imagined. It was beginning to become a challenge.

Your moans became louder, your hips fighting against the hold of his hand. Your whole body was writhing under him.

„A-Almost t-there Vince p-please…“ You whimpered, head thrashing left to right and then he let go of your hands to hold your chin between his thumb and index, making you look at him. Your gaze met and his eyes mirrored yours, lust, desire and fire but also something else written in those half-lidded eyes.

The eye-contact itself was intense enough for you to send you over the edge when he pushed into you again. His hips slamming against yours, your walls clenching as the heavy knot that had built up in your abdomen seemed to finally snap loose. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when he squeezed your chin again, successfully claiming your attention again.

“AHHH MHHMM... Vince.. vince.. vince!!!“ you moaned as you came hard, the intensity of your orgasm unmatched. No one, not even you yourself, made you feel a release that was as satisfying or intense. Your eyes stayed locked on Vince‘s as he fucked into you relentlessly while you rode out your orgasm. You lost all sense of time and place as it felt like the orgasm was never ending. Before you were coming down from your high Vince‘s cock twitched a few times before he shot his cum deep into you with a shuddering moan. His hips sloppily pushed into you a few more times until he stilled completely.

His eyes never left yours and you just stared at one another in silence for a moment before he leaned down to capture your lips with his in a tender kiss.

You didn‘t know what it was but you liked this version of him, the softer side he usually didn‘t show. When he pulled away, he kept his face close to yours, noses brushing he looked into your eyes.

“Was that good, babygirl?“ He asked, voice low and deep, a stark contrast to his moans from just moments prior when he had lost control. A part of him was a bit insecure about his performance. Usually he never cared if the woman liked it or not since most of them were just groupies. He’d never see again anyway. But with you it was just different.

“It was amazing.“ You smiled, softly, still uncertain what this was between you. You knew that everything would be different from now on. You either would never talk again or maybe you would become friends with benefits from now on.

Vince noticed the flicker of anxiety in your eyes and he frowned.

„What is it, love?“ He stroked your cheek with the outside of his hand. You put on a smile and tried to brush it off quickly. You didn‘t want to cause a scene now, not after the special moment you had just shared.

He was still inside of you after all and you would hate yourself forever if you ruined it before it had even ended.

„It‘s nothing.. I just can‘t quite grasp what just happened.“ You said, trying to sound somewhat nonchalant about this. In fact there was a storm brewing inside of you now. You knew you were playing with fire as soon as you let him in but now you couldn‘t deny what you had feared all those months. You had not just caught feelings for your best friend but also you were completely and utterly in love with him.

To your relief he seemed to buy your cheap excuse. He leaned back and pulled out of you, rolling to the side next to you pulling the blanket over the both of you before he leaned back against the pillows to pull you into his side, his arm behind your head.

„Well it was bound to happen I‘d say. I‘m just too irresistible.“ He chuckled. When you didn‘t laugh along he scanned your face. Too lost in thought you didn‘t find his words funny at all. He frowned again, turning to the side to take a better look at you. „I was just joking okay but I have to admit I wanted you for a long time now.“ He caressed your face, cupping your cheeks with a big smile.

“But I hope you still think I am irresistible.“ He winked, your expression softening and you nodded. „Yes. I-“ You started but stopped halfway. Vince eyed you and waited for you to gather your words.

“Vince what is this now?“ You couldn‘t help it. You needed clarification. The feeling of lying in his arms, covered in sweat from the best sex you ever had was driving you insane. It felt too good like this but you needed to know how to continue with him in the future.

His silence was not helping your nerves and you turned your head to make eye-contact.

“What are we now? Friends? Or friends with benefits?“ You asked, heart heavily bumping against your ribcage.

When he opened his mouth you felt like exploding, your nerves slowly eating away at you.

“What do you want us to be? Do you want us to be friends with benefits? Or what do you want?“ He asked, his voice distant.

He was really making this hard for you. You felt scared and insecure. Surely he wanted that, if he even wanted to do it again at all. You knew how he was, never sleeping with girls more than a handful of times at max unless they were his chosen girlfriend. He left you utterly confused with the way he said that.

“I-I don‘t. I-“ You broke off again, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

“Fucks sake Vince I know you don‘t see me like that but I don‘t want to be just your temporary toy okay? Y-You mean far too much to me than that. I can‘t do that.“ You told him, gathering all your courage. The silence between the two of you was deafening.

„I-I fucking love you….I always have.“ You said, voice breaking towards the end, your heart beating heavily in your chest. You were preparing to get your heart broken by him now.

Vince looked at you with an unreadable expression for what seemed to be hours. In reality it was probably only a few seconds but these were the most uncomfortable and scary seconds of your life. You immediately regretted telling him, murmuring some sort of apology as you scrambled off the bed, collecting your clothes. In a matter of seconds being in the same room as him had become incredibly agonizing to you so you avoided looking at him.

The moment you just picked your shirt up again you felt his warm fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. With a slight shock your head whipped up to look at him, just now his brown eyes held emotions

”Where do you think you’re going?” His voice rang through the silence. He looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

You stared back at him, unable to find any words for a few moments. You swallowed and opened your mouth.

“I’m leaving.” You replied shortly.

”No you’re not!” He instantly answered, pulling you back onto the bed, making you fall back into the warm sheets. Before you could even register what happened he’d already caged you in with his arms on either side of you. He stared down at you, making you want to squirm and wiggle from feeling so embarrassed but instead you just lay there, gazing up at him. For a while he just kept watching you.

”You’re not leaving me.” He said in a low voice, his orbs shifted back and forth between yours. “Not after what you just said.”

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. You didn’t know what to say so you waited for him to say something.

”You’re never leaving me again..” He declared, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. “Never!”

You stared at him when he kissed you, not kissing him back. He noticed that too and pulled back. “What’s wrong baby?” He whispered. He looked at you as if all of this was so normal and it just didn’t sit right with you. Was he just gonna play this down, as if nothing had happened now?

”Vince what do you mean? Why are you so cool?” You asked, irritation in your voice. Was this all just a game to him?

“Why shouldn’t I be?” He smiled at you. That irritated you even more. You had just opened up to him about your deepest feelings, you felt vulnerable and nervous. It was the biggest risk you had ever taken in your life. You kept staring at him, hoping he would say something, anything to explain himself.

”Babe what?” He pulled back and looked at you, his hand brushing your hair softly.

“Don’t call me babe Vince I meant it! I can’t be your playtoy.. I just can’t.” You tried to explain once more, avoiding his eyes and growing impatient and nervous again. You knew the rejection was inevitable at this point.

Vince kept his eyes on you the whole time, his eyes holding a warmth and tranquility in them. He wanted to calm you down, to soothe you but you just wouldn’t even look at him.

“Babe..” he tried only for you to talk over him again.

”I’m so sorry I caused such trouble now..” You continued your rant, slowly panicking.

”Babe stop!” Vince repeated, hoping you’d listen but you were still completely in your little rant, trying to drown out everything else to prolong the heartbreak just a bit longer.

“..It should’ve never fucking happened..” you rambled and that’s when he cupped both of your cheeks with his warm hands. He turned your face to his and leaned down, to catch your attention and get you to stop yapping.

”Babe enough!” He sighed when you finally looked at him and stayed quiet. “Babe I know I know… you’re not just a toy for me. You..” he took a moment to find his words. “You’re so much more than that.. so so much more.” He whispered while caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. His focus solely on your eyes, his amber eyes sincere and honest.

“Babe I- I wanted you for so long.. and not just for a temporary fix. I-..” He started again with the biggest smile on his lips. You frowned. How could he just grin now when you were so on edge.

”Are you joking? Is-is this a joke to you?” You asked, voice stern and annoyed.

”Babe no.. I’m so.. so incredibly happy! You don’t understand!” He shook his head. “I might be the happiest man on earth right now.”

You stared at him, confused and shocked.

”W-What?” You whispered, not trusting your voice fully to answer louder.

”Yes babygirl I want you to be more than just a stupid sex toy.” He kissed your forehead. “I want you to be my girlfriend and I will never let you leave me.” He now kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll make sure you stay with me forever.” He grinned and kissed your lips before he pulled back again.

You took a deep breath, not believing your ears right now. “R-really?”

“Yes!” He smiled warmly. You searched his eyes for any hint of betrayal or dishonesty but he looked so genuine and sincere your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. To make his message more clear he planted soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle cutely. He pulled back and smiled at you, happy to have made you smile again.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman ever!” He mumbled, moving his lips down to your jaw and kissed it. His hands moved to your neck, his fingers buried in your hair, holding your head in position. “Babygirl I wanted this for so long!” Vince’s lips slid over your skin, sucking and biting his way to your breasts. He peppered your neck and cleavage in hundred tiny kisses before he came back up to look at you with a big smile on his lips.

”So what do you say?” He asked, wiggling his brow playfully. He knew your answer but he wanted to cheer you up with his goofiness. “Will you be my girl?”

Your eyes widened and you were lost for words. You didn’t believe a thing you just heard, you kept staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Vince waited for a moment, wiggling his eyebrows a bit more but he soon realized you were just lost for words. He couldn’t help but find that incredibly cute.

“You know you can also just kiss me if you do-.” Before he had finished his sentence you pulled him down to you, kissing him passionately, hoping to convey your message that way. He groaned and kissed you back instantly, his hands sliding down your body once more, touching and teasing you again. When you both pulled back to catch a breath of air he smirked at you.

”Ready for round two?”

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

The Copollogism Essays - Part 4: Leo's Questions/Seeing Commodus Again

THE RETURN OF THE ALDER ! ! ! ! !

it's copollo time yo

we're doing two different scenes so buckle up buttercups!!

Leo's Questions

“So what’s with you and the emperor?” Leo asked me, his feet pedaling merrily along as if the exertion didn’t bother him at all. I wiped my brow. “I don’t know what you mean.” “C’mon, man. At dinner, when Meg started shouting about commodes? You ran straight to the bathroom and spewed.” “I did not spew. It was more like heaving.” “Ever since, you’ve been awfully quiet.” - Chapter 20, The Dark Prophecy

I really want to bring attention to how Leo, in his own roundabout way, tries to find out why Commodus upset Apollo so much <3 These two have a LOT in common, so I think it's fascinating how Leo is the one to reach out and give Apollo an opportunity to talk about what happened.

"Ever since, you've been awfully quiet." Leo says, meaning he notices what is normal for Apollo, and what isn't. And he tries to help!

Don't forget that this is not the first time Leo's met Apollo either - the first time, Apollo suggested killing him (and Hazel and Frank). Now, we the ToA fandom know that was very likely a bluff, but Leo doesn't!

And yet, he still shows compassion, in his very Leo-like way <3

Because let's also remember - Apollo is the reason Leo is alive.

Apollo gave Leo the Curse of Delos, allowing him to survive the fight with Gaea and rescue Calypso.

Apollo and Leo can be something so personal <3

Murdering Commodus was traumatic for Apollo. Something that can help with trauma is talking about it with others. Apollo has with Jo, and now he discusses it with Leo and Meg.

These three - Jo, Leo, Meg - are the ONLY ONES in the ENTIRE SERIES to hear from Apollo himself what went down between him and Commodus. As far as we know, they don't tell anybody else either. It's only them.

“Commodus blames me for his death,” I said. “Why?” Meg asked. “Probably because I killed him.” “Ah.” Leo nodded sagely. “That would do it.”

WHEEZE Leo you and Apollo are MEANT to be friends. humor to lighten the mood? instant friendship, go commit arson together <3

I managed to tell them the story. It wasn’t easy. As I stared ahead of us, I imagined the body of Commodus floating just below the surface of the canal, ready to rise from the icy green depths and accuse me of treachery. You. Blessed. Me.

...and there's the water-related PTSD. ouch.

When I was done with the story, Leo and Meg remained silent. Neither of them screamed Murderer! Neither of them looked me in the eye, either.

Fair reaction, all things considered. I myself wouldn't know quite what to say or do if someone I knew told me how they had no choice but to kill their lover in cold-blood.

“That’s rough, man,” Leo said at last. “But it sounds like Emperor Toilet needed to go.”

LEO !! VALIDATING !! APOLLO'S !! ACTIONS !!

THIS IS GOOD BECAUSE APOLLO NEEDS FRIENDS AND FRIENDS WHO TELL HIM WHEN HE DID THE RIGHT THING !!

IMPORTANT FOR HEALTHY COMMUNICATION !!

THEY ARE FRIENDS YOUR HONOR !!

Meg made a sound like a cat’s sneeze. “It’s Commodus. He’s handsome, by the way.” I glanced back. “You’ve met him?”

don't sound so eager Apollo lmao i'm joking

“Once,” she said. “In New York. He visited my stepfather.” “Nero,” I urged. “Call him Nero.” “Yeah.” Red blotches appeared on her cheeks. “Commodus was handsome.” I rolled my eyes. “He’s also vainglorious, puffed up, egotistical—” “So he’s like your competition, then?” Leo asked. “Oh, shut up.”

*cackling*

let's look at this real quick.

firstly, Meg 100% thinks Commodus is hot.

secondly, Apollo's immediate reaction to finding that out is to point out all of Commodus's flaws, meaning he knows just how flawed Commodus is.

thirdly, Leo teasingly points out his hypocrisy, and all Apollo does in response is "Oh, shut up."

delightful little exchange, with a valuable piece of information in there to boot!

“One thing I don’t get,” Leo said. “Why Commodus? I mean, if this Triumvirate is the three biggest and baddest emperors, the Roman supervillain dream team…Nero makes sense. But Commode Man? Why not some eviler, more famous guy, like Murderous Maximus or Attila the Hun?” “Attila the Hun was not a Roman emperor,” I said. “As for Murderous Maximus…well, that’s actually a good name, but not a real emperor. As for why Commodus is part of the Triumvirate—” “They think he’s weak,” Meg said.

we're going to come back to this.

She kept her gaze on our wake, as if she saw her own assortment of faces below the surface. “You know this how?” I asked. “My step—Nero told me. Him and the third one, the emperor in the west, they wanted Commodus between them.”

I wonder what that discussion was like.

Nero: hey uncle for this to work we need someone between us. to keep us from trying to stab each other to death Caesar-style.

Caligula: a triumvirate. excellent. absolutely nothing can go wrong with a triumvirate of the evilest, baddest, most notorious emperors of all time! But who-?

Commodus, exploding out of the nearest river, in a manic rage, screaming for bloodlust:

APOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nero & Caligula, evilly nodding: oh yeah. that one. that one would do juuuust fiiiine.

in all seriousness though, it really does sound like Nero and Caligula were alive first, and Commodus was added later! Caligula was the first to die out of these three, with Nero being the second - that is, if he killed himself in the RRverse same as historical him. He very well could have already made himself a pseudo-god and faked his death...

Caligula, though, was murdered by his own guard, so he had to have been resurrected - perhaps at Nero's behest? Ooo! Perhaps Nero thought he could get Caligula indebted to him, but underestimated just how...uh...batshit his uncle is, and quickly grew to fear him?!?!

perhaps then leading to a proposition of a Triumvirate, and looking back at the past emperors of Rome...they found Commodus.

I have no idea how they could have found out about Apollo & Commodus until Commodus himself told them, so here's another theory:

Nero and Caligula found Commodus in the Underworld, perhaps trying to track down which emperor to join their Triumvirate.

Now, I have a personal headcanon about how Commodus stayed out of the Fields of Punishment. I even wrote a fic about it.

So this is all STRICTLY headcanon! We are in the thumbtacks and strings zone. Tinfoil hats for everyone!!

In any case, they manage to find Commodus in limbo, and upon hearing his MANY greviences with Apollo, decide he's the one.

“So Nero and the dude in the west,” Leo said, “they want Commodus to be a buffer between them. Monkey in the middle.” Meg rubbed her nose. “Yeah. Nero told me….He said Commodus was like his Peaches. A vicious pet. But controllable.”

what an interesting why to describe your coworker...hmm.

really makes you think on how Nero, at least, sees Commodus. We'll talk more on Caligula and Commodus in The Tyrant's Tomb.

Nero seems to see Commodus as a tool to use, just like he does with everyone. It's especially interesting how he specifically uses animal metaphors to describe Commodus - even Leo indirectly contributes to this image of Commodus!

A monkey is commonly seen as a wild creature. Then we have Peaches, a very wild nature spirit.

Both of these individuals can be vicious, as Nero said. When provoked.

You know what that reminds me of?

Don't poke the lion.

curious how it's the lion Commodus wraps himself in, and yet he is perceived as this animal that's been brought to heel. A pet, as Meg explains. A predator, even, to draw out and frighten the Triumvirate's chosen prey...

Controlled, with the promise of revenge.

and yet, we must ask him and ourselves - what will happen after that revenge? when his use against Apollo has run out?

nothing good, that's for sure; for the world, and no doubt for Commodus himself.

against even one of the other two emperors, he is the weakest. his only purpose was to be a buffer between them.

to them, Commodus is no threat. not at all.

Seeing Commodus Again

I peeked over the edge of the channel and was immediately sorry I did. Commodus was right there. - Chapter 22, The Dark Prophecy

AN EXCELLENT START 10/10 HILARIOUS

Lester sure did have his "Shit, it's my ex!" moment!

Thank the gods, we had crossed slightly behind his throne, so neither he nor his Germani guards saw me. My least favorite Cornhusker, Lityerses, knelt before the emperor, facing my direction, but his head was lowered. I ducked back below the edge before he could spot me. I gestured to my friends: Quiet. Yikes. We’re going to die. Or something to that effect. They seemed to get the message. Shivering miserably, I pressed against the wall and listened to the conversation going on just above us. “—part of the plan, sire,” Lityerses was saying. “We know where the Waystation is now.” Commodus grunted. “Yes, yes. Old Union Station. But Cleander searched that place several times before and found nothing.”

pardon me but HISTORY NUT TIME!

Cleander was the name of Commodus's chief advisor! Well, his second chief advisor, who may have had a hand in assassinating the first one, who at the time had been a close friend of Commodus.

interesting implication that Commodus isn't aware of that. furthermore, it's interesting that Cleander (if it's the same guy) was allowed to return to work despite his MASSIVE FAILURES during his time in Rome.

like. look up Commodus, find his wiki page, find Cleander, click on the link, read about him. absolute DINGUS. look Commodus 100% had a hand in the downfall of Rome, mainly because he shuffled his duties off to other (untrustworthy) people, but BY GOD CLEANDER...CLEANDER WAS A BIG PART OF IT.

he had a MOB ready to tear him apart, and it scared it so much he went running to Commodus to save him. if i remember correctly, Commodus quit literally threw him to the wolves. i might be wrong on that so READ UP on Cleander please and roll your eyes at how abysmally he failed.

good lord how embarrassing.

perhaps he started at the VERY bottom of the ladder. and since Commodus goes through right-hand men VERY quickly, that's how he ended up as chief advisor once again.

before being killed, of course. by our man Lityerses, Reaper of Men.

“The Waystation is there,” Lityerses insisted. “The tracking devices I planted on the griffins worked perfectly. The place must be protected by some sort of magic, but it won’t stand up to a fleet of blemmyae bulldozers.” My heart climbed above water level, which put it somewhere between my ears. I dared not look at my friends. I had failed once again. I had unwittingly betrayed the location of our safe haven. Commodus sighed. “Fine. Yes. But I want Apollo captured and brought to me in chains! The naming ceremony is tomorrow. Our dress rehearsal is, like, right now. When can you have the Waystation destroyed?” Lityerses hesitated. “We need to scout the defenses. And gather our forces. Two days?” “TWO DAYS? I’m not asking you to cross the Alps! I want it to happen now!” “Tomorrow, then, at the latest, sire,” said Lityerses. “Definitely by tomorrow.” “Hmph. I’m beginning to wonder about you, son of Midas. If you don’t deliver—”

why in chains specifically commodus- i'm sorry i'll see myself out

another very interesting relationship to discuss is between Commodus and Lityerses.

there's some type of stepdad-stepson thing going on here, faintly. it's not focused on much, but reading between the lines (and knowing what we know about Lityerses and Midas) we can conclude that Lityerses, at least, sees Commodus as a surrogate father-figure.

unfortunately, he may be even worse than Midas rip

hmm...hrm...

you know...this makes me wonder. is Commodus perhaps reflecting Marcus Aurelius's parenting style, or could he be projecting what he thought he felt from his father's rebukes and lectures? putting these unreasonable expectations onto another in an effort to make himself feel powerful and in control?

much to chew on here. hrm hrm hrm...

get some damn therapy Commodus.

“Incursion at the front gates!” Lityerses growled. “I will deal with this, sire. Never fear. Guards, with me!” Heavy footsteps faded into the distance. I glanced at Meg and Leo, who were both giving me the same silent question: What the Hades? I had not ordered an incursion at the front gates. I hadn’t even activated the iron manacle on my ankle. I didn’t know who would be so foolish as to launch a frontal assault on this underground palace, but Britomartis had promised to look for the Hunters of Artemis. It occurred to me that this was the sort of diversionary tactic they might arrange if they were trying to distract Commodus’s security forces from our presence. Could we be so lucky? Probably not. More likely, some magazine-subscription salesman had rung the emperor’s doorbell and was about to get a very hostile reception. I risked another peek over the edge of the canal. Commodus was alone now with just one guard. Perhaps we could take him—three on two? Except that we were all about to pass out from hypothermia, Meg probably had some broken ribs, and my own powers were unpredictable at best. On the opposing team, we had a trained barbarian killer and a semi-divine emperor with a well-deserved reputation for superhuman strength. I decided to stay put.

a very wise decision, Apollo. Marcus Aurelius would be proud.

Commodus glanced at his bodyguard. “Alaric.” “Lord?” “I think your time is approaching. I grow impatient with my prefect. How long has Lityerses had this job?” “About a day, my lord.” “Seems like forever!” Commodus pounded his fist on his armrest. “As soon as he’s dealt with this incursion, I want you to kill him."

see what i mean by 'going through prefects real fast'? Lityerses dodged a bullet.

“Yes, lord.” “I want you to wipe out the Waystation tomorrow morning at the latest. Can you do that?” “Of course, lord.” “Good! We’ll have the naming ceremony immediately afterward in the colosseum.” “Stadium, my lord.”

fun fact I've been to the Colts Stadium for a high school trip.

“Same difference! And the Cave of Prophecy? Is it secure?” My spine took a jolt of electricity so strong I wondered if Commodus kept electric eels in the channel. “I have followed your orders, sire,” Alaric said. “The beasts are in place. The entrance is well guarded. None shall gain access.” “Lovely!” Commodus jumped to his feet. “Now let’s go try on our racing outfits for the dress rehearsal, shall we? I can’t wait to remake this city in my own image!”

Commodus tries on his racing clothes...meaning he puts meticulous detail and attention into his visage...he appears exactly as he wants to appear...

I waited until the sound of their footsteps receded. I peeked over and saw no one in the room. “Now,” I said. We dragged ourselves out of the canal and stood dripping and shivering in front of the golden throne. I could still smell the scent of Commodus’s favorite body oil—a mix of cardamom and cinnamon.

APOLLO STILL REMEMBERS THE SCENT OF COMMODUS'S FAVORITE BODY OIL DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING MORE

anywho this is why i'm obsessed with giving Commodus those SPECIFIC scents in my fics. always.

though also remember he has roses in his bathwater...(does he still, you think? hmm...)

hey. cardamom symbolizes love, health, and prosperity. cinnamon symbolizes protection, prosperity, and health.

...Commodus. you aren't fooling us.

I can easily interpret this. *cracks knuckles*

you see, the protection part is important because Commodus is trying hard to not only kill, but sacrifice Apollo - doing so will grant him ultimate power, as per Trophonius's prophecy. Thus, granting him protection - from Apollo, and from the other emperors.

Health and prosperity is simple - that's part of what Commodus wants. He wants to be immortal, eternally handsome and hale. He wants to reign in a kingdom of his own, with entertainment to spare.

but even if he manages to get all of that...it won't be enough. because we all know that deep down, what he desires - nay, covets the most...is love.

how intriguing. to gain the power he wants, he must quite literally sacrifice the only person he ever loved.

tragic. yaoi.

[wolfsrainrules]

Stares off into the distance:

So.

Apparently my brain is just going to run along with various crossovers. Today, I bring you the thought of a John Wick fusion au (actually five differnet ones) with Batman/DC. (Again: a reminder that all my DC/Batman knowledge is fandom based)

@north-peach hellllppppp

Couple of thoughts for this.

The First: Janet Drake is one of the underworld's best. She's fantastic at manipulation and killing. She could walk herself out of a situation covered in blood, and convince people who saw it all happen that she never touched the body.

Tim grows up at her knee. He learns for the very best. And Janet teaches him everything she can- because despite the job and the crazy hours, and the travel, she loves her son. She wants to give him every opportunity to make it out alive from anything. Unharmed and not in trouble if possible, but alive most of all.

John Wick is a ghost story to the underworld. Tim has always been curious about people who could cause such a stir as his mother or John Wick might. When he meets him, he decides that man is Friend Shaped despite every sign saying Do Not. Despite every horror story saying it's a bad plan. (Much as he will later look at a story in a city of a cryptid said to be a manifestation of a city, a demon, a physical representation of all those who have died unavenged and decide the same)

More than that- John has ZERO idea how to handle Tim. He's a k i d. John's not gonna kill him for just...showing up all the time. It's not like he interferes or causes problems. In fact, he helps sometimes. Provides info, or a direction, a place to crash-

Tim confuses John.

Tim is also the very first to congratulate him, when he manages to get out of the underworld for Helen and mean it. To not even question the 'impossibility' of the Baba Yaga deciding he was done. John didn't bother to ask how Tim knew he'd left and why before the news actually broke out.

Tim watching John get out, go for it and SUCCEED is what gives him the courage to confess to his mother that he wanted to spend some time outside of the underworld, watching the curious case of Batman and Gotham. And Janet loves her son. So she arranges for it to be so.

They both know who Bruce Wayne is. Janet had figured it out before even Tim. She makes him promise that, if he needs her, he will call her, and lets him hunker in Gotham while he does what he wishes. She makes some trips back to Gotham, of course, but not so many that enemies can figure out there's someone important to her there. Janet is THE Femme Fatale. She has plenty of people who would go after her boy. And she's not having that.

Tim doesn't actually PLAN to get involved in vigilante life. At all. He's underworld born and bred. He's a survivor, manipulative, and can be a level of cunning and cold and ambitious that always makes his mother so so proud. He's not a do-right kind of person. He's not someone who does things for people outside of "me and mine" without a reason. Or if it goes against his moral code.

Except Jason Todd becomes one of "Me and Mine". He's a friend. A nosy vigilante who sees that his friend is alone and sets off his instincts as dangerous yes, but also as 'not a civilian' in a conventional sense. He's not a street rat, but he's not...normal either. And Tim? Tim, once he decides this Robin is his Robin, well he can't very well leave him undefended doing this ALONE can he? Though he understands by working with Robin, he cant use the tried and true methods of murder, as it could get pinned to Robin or Batman and he can't have that. If he wants to fly with Jason, he needs to fly by his rules. So a new vigilante is born that runs the streets with Robin. A little more vicious but in a cold and precise manner. Exacting. He doesn't let Jason go after his mother without doing the information gathering, and stops his death by Joker.

For a time, Tim finds himself pulled into the Wayne family, and he...thrives with them. He's happy. He learns under them. Expands his skillset, and still sent out to learn from people around the world. He is NOT fool enough to turn that away- his mother would somehow KNOW wherever she was if he turned down that kind of opportunity and he did not want to imagine the disappointment and response. NO THANK YOU.

When the underworld is kicked like a hornets' nest by John Wick coming back into the fold, Tim is...curious. He's kept an eye on John and Helen, if not stayed in direct and constant contact with them. He hadn't expected John to step foot back into the underworld.

And then his mother sends word to him, calls him back to the Continental, warns that the underworld is getting REALLY kicked up as a result. Tim...needs to go. He cannot imagine NOT answering his mother.

He arranges things on the Gotham end. Says temporary goodbyes and gets to the NY branch asap. Beats his mother there.

Makes it just in time to see John Wick pull a gun on Continental Grounds and shoot a newly crowned seat at the Table and is caught up in the chaos.

His family are going to end UP in the chaos themselves, because they will not cannot leave Tim in it alone. The connections Tim has are MUCH a surprise, he's done very well in hiding exactly what he used to do, and WHY he has a contact and hand in everything, and can ALWAYS get his family what they need. The Second: Tim Drake still grows up at Janet's knee. He learns it all. Thrives in it all. He ends up NOT going down the road of hitman or assassin or any number of things he could have done. Instead Tim Drake chooses to be a Information Broker that claims Gotham eventually, and by means of getting taken in by Bruce, the Wayne Manor and grounds around it become neutral grounds much like the Continental, if you want Tim's services to remain open to you. If you pull the underworld onto the ground...well. Just because Tim goes by Bruce's rules, and just because he PREFERS the route of nonviolence does not in any way mean he would not kill to protect it. To prove a point. To make a statement. To allow one to get away with it is to allow danger to his family and he WILL NOT, no matter that they all are perfectly capable of defending themselves. The Underworld is entirely different than their villains. To not kill the offender is to open themselves to weakness and targets. So Tim WILL.

Gotham is not Wayne Manor. The City is fair game to the underworld. Wayne Manor is NOT.

The Third:

Janet raises her boy at her knee still. Tim chooses the route of Doctor instead. He sets up in Gotham, and decides he likes the foolish vigilantes enough to step in when it's needed and save their lives. He becomes known to the Batfam as a Doc that will not ask questions, but is absolutely one of the most capable people they've seen. If Leslie isn't available, or not close enough, they go to Tim, if Tim doesn't find them, because he certainly seems to know when they need it.

The Batfam does sometimes find him having dealt with Some Things underworld involved so they are WORRIED about their idiot, despite the fact that Tim can and will Wreck everyone that causes problems in his area. He has also shown up stripping off blood covered scrub tops or whatever cause hes coming in hot from another healing thing, and they all wonder and worry and just- it's fine. Everything is fine.

They worry anyway.

Despite the fact that Tim has friends seemingly everywhere, from all walks of life, favors all over, and connections to seemingly everything as a result of his work. (He has absolutely been offered favors as payment, hits, assassinations and all sorts of things. He never turns them away. Janet taught him better. Instead he has markers and logs, books and written promises all stacked away. He remembers them all of course, but better to have written proof somewhere, something official. The Continental holds it for him.

The Fourth:

Gotham HAS a Continental Hotel due to all of its.....everything. Janet Drake runs it. Tim knows EVERYONE and everything, and has absolutely run the counter often. Bruce doesn't know what it is. Ra's absolutely does. Tim is the next to take over the branch and EVERYONE knows it.

He ends up occasionally, when people step on his morals, providing information to the Bat.

Jason managed to find his way inside by accident, and may or may not get himself heavily involved in the underworld even BEFORE the Red Hood thing.

The Fifth:

Same concept as 4 except BRUCE WAYNE runs the Continental and the ripples of everything therein.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 20: FINAL

So guess what I realized this morning. Today, November 13, 2023 is the one year anniversary of me posting my first DPxDC fic to tumblr. It was the original fill for this very fic. (Which you can find here.)

So I decided I just had to finish this arc and get it posted. This year has been amazing and so much fun. I've become a much better writer and joined a community that has brought me so much joy. I'm glad to be here and I'm glad so many of you like to read what I'm sharing.

I noticed I got a few new readers over the past week or so, so welcome to all of you! Hope you enjoy this early update!

In personal news, my nephew was born and he's adorable and I'll be meeting him tomorrow! (As soon as I'm done posting this, I'm off to make food for his mom.)

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.2k

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In the end, it ended up taking several hours for Danny, Sam, and Tucker to escape their families and converge on the park. In that time, Tim had called Bruce to let him know he’d be back in Gotham by tomorrow and finished most of his homework.

While he worked, Wulf and Bart were having an animated conversation in Esperanto.

Tim was pretty sure Wulf would be bringing Bart to the Ghost Zone for a tour sometime and started making plans to learn Esperanto himself and bribe Bart to get in on them.

Cassie was helping Conner sort through some of the music Sam had given him. Tim was jealous as he solved more banal trig questions. Why did school have to be so boring? He tapped his pencil on the paper in time to the beat of whatever music Conner had playing.

Tucker was the first to arrive. “Danny and Sam not here yet?” he asked as he plopped down next to Bart and Wulf.

“Nope. Haven’t heard from them, either,” said Tim. He opened his phone notifications again just to be sure, but there was nothing new.

Tucker shrugged and pulled out a stick of jerkey to munch on. “Not surprising. The Fentons will be all overprotective after the mayor was kidnapped by a ghost on live TV. And Sam’s parents are just as bad. Only they smother rather than check the weaponry.” He turned to greet Wulf in Esperanto.

An email came through on Tim’s phone and he groaned. “Our evening interview was canceled. No one wants to hear us try to defend Phantom anymore.”

Cassie cursed. “Course not. Bet the paper won’t publish our editorials either.”

Conner looked over, confused. “Won’t they? Clark works for the Daily Planet. They publish stuff like that all the time.”

Tim didn’t look up from his math as he answered, “That’s the difference between a big, Pulitzer winning publication and a small-town op-ed.”

Tucker sighed. “Well maybe someone will remember your interviews from this morning in a positive light.”

Bart rolled his eyes. “Come on, we can’t change it. So let’s move forward. Next step, make friends with more ghosts! Wulf says there’s a bunch of cool people in the Realms.”

“Realms?” asked Tim.

“It’s what he says the Ghost Zone is actually called. The Infinite Realms.”

“Huh. I’ll have to check JL databases, see if they have any information on them.”

Tucker asked something in Esperanto and Bart burst out laughing as Wulf looked on in confusion.

With Bart’s help, though, he rephrased until Wulf was able to reply. And then the three kept to Esperanto. Tim really had to find time to learn it.

Sam was the next to arrive. She grinned and sat down next to Conner. “How you liking the music?”

Conner grinned and showed her the sheets where he ranked the bands so far based on which songs he’d listened to. She then took over the speakers and searched for specific tracks to try and change his mind about some of the bands he liked the least.

Tim let his eyes close as his friends’ voices washed over him.

After some indeterminate time where he dozed between sleeping and awareness, a foot nudged his hip. Tim grumbled out what was supposed to be a, “What?” but was too mumbled to really be understood.

“Come on, Secrets. You can do better than that.”

Tim cracked an eye open to see Danny grinning down at him. He pushed himself up slightly and blinked heavily in the sunlight.

“Finally got away from your parents?” asked Tim.

Danny collapsed on the ground next to him. “Ugh, don’t remind me. They’re freaking out over everything that’s happened the last few days. Jazz and I are basically going to be on lock down until they feel confident the ghosts are gone.”

“Did you have to sneak out to get here?” asked Cassie.

Danny shook his head. “No, I told them I was going to find you guys to make sure you were all safe. You’re welcome to come back to ours tonight, by the way. Mom and Dad basically insisted on it.”

“What do you guys think?” asked Tim. “Spend one more night here at Danny’s and head out in the morning?”

Cassie sighed. “My mom’s already freaking out that I’ve been gone longer than planned. I should get back tonight.”

“I’ll stay,” offered Conner. “I’m your ride home, anyway.”

“Why don’t you come to my place, Conner,” offered Sam. “Your nails need a fresh coat after fighting today. And I need teach you about the different brands of makeup and what to look for in terms of cost, quality, and ethicality. Plus I can get you more music.”

Tim laughed when Conner looked to him. “Go for it. Have fun.”

Conner grinned. “Then yeah, let’s do it!”

Bart shrugged. “Wulf is going to go back to the Realms soon. I’ll head out after. Wally and Linda want me over for a family dinner tonight.”

“Well, looks like that’s it, then,” sighed Danny. “Been fun having other heroes around.”

Tim nudged his shoulder. “Join the Young Justice. You could join us and we'd help out whenever you wanted. Get you around people who actually appreciate what you do for them.”

But Danny was already shaking his head. “I have to stay here. And now Amity trusts heroes even less. I want to improve that, not make it worse.”

“Even if you don’t join,” declared Conner. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”

Bart nodded his agreement. “Yep. We’re gonna be stopping by all the time. You’re in the group chat.”

“Exactly,” agreed Tim. “And we’ll figure out ways to help you. Starting with how to minimize property damage. That seems to be the big thing people focus on. You can make shields, right? How big can you make them and how much power do they take?”

Danny smiled wryly. “Can’t say I’ve really tested it.”

Tim laughed. “Well, I know one thing we’re doing tonight. We’re going to go back to Nasty Burger—” Tim looked around at the whole group “—all of us. Then Cassie and Bart are going to go home. Danny and I, at least, are going to take a nap. Then we’re gonna test the current limits to Danny’s powers.”

Danny bumped their shoulders together. “You know, this is just like gaming with you all those years.”

“Yeah, well, it’s best to be thorough.”

“We’ve measured, like, his top speed and stuff,” said Tucker, pulling out a PDA. “Want to see what we’ve got so far?”

“Absolutely.” Tim took the device and looked through it. “You’ve a decent amount of information here. Maybe instead of taking a nap, I’ll help you organize it and come up with a testing plan.”

Conner flew over to him and pulled the PDA out of his hand. “Not after pulling an all-nighter you won’t. We’re going to get some food, then the two of you are going to sleep for at least four hours.”

“I’ll set Jazz on you, too,” threatened Sam. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tim pouted as the device was given back to Tucker. And grumbled more when Conner picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“Come on, food time.”

“I am going to put kryptonite in your phone,” threatened Tim.

“Bingo!” shouted Cassie.

Danny laughed as he stood. “Does this mean I can join the next round?”

Tim scowled. “Traitors, all of you.”

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Next

And that's the end of this Arc! Arc 3 will pick up where the original fill did. (Only this time, Tim won't be the only DC character there to help Danny.)

I'd say something like I can't believe it's only been a year, but so much has happened to me in the last twelve months that it feels like a lifetime ago, to be honest. But it's been a good year and I'm glad this community has been part of it.

Please follow the subscription post if you want updates for when I start transferring this arc to AO3 or begin posting Arc 3.

[modanisgf]

5. I WISH

wc: 1.1k

danielle wished what she had experienced that morning was a dream, but she knew it wasn’t. the past couple of days already didn’t feel real, so this did nothing to ease her anxiety.

dani picked up her school bag, putting it on her back as she unlocked the front door to leave. the loud noises of the city being nothing but background sound to her as she put her earbuds in.

“HEY, THIS IS RADIO STATION W S K E E. WE'RE TAKING CALLS ON THE WISHLINE; MAKING ALL YOUR WACKY WISHES COME TRUE."

danielle scrolled through her phone as she walked, texting y/n quickly that she was on her way. she smiled once she saw her response, something along the lines of y/n being excited to see her.

dani shut her phone off as she reached a crosswalk, not noticing the eyes fixated on her as she walked down the road. moments later dani felt a weird tingling sensation, something she hadn't felt before. she felt hyper aware of her surroundings now, holding her breath when she heard a loud bang behind her.

danielle quickly ran to hide, trying to get her footsteps to be as quiet as possible. she hid behind a trash bin in an alley, not even taking the time to consider how this only put her in more danger. all she could do was hope that whatever was alarming her like this wouldn't walk down the alley.

the same feeling danielle had gotten minutes earlier came back, her heart sinking when she heard loud footsteps going her direction. a voice danielle didn't recognize perked up, the girl listening further to see that the person was using a voice changer making their pitch lower.

"are you sure you saw her go down here?" the original voice dani heard spoke, letting her know that wasn't one but two people that might be after her.

"i'm sure." a second voice said firmly.

"why are we even after this girl again? how do we know that she has our--" the third voice quickly got shushed by their companions, danielle was listening carefully now noticing the trios tone lowering.

in a hushed tone now they spoke again, "we know that she has it because there was reports of unusual activity in her house. people are saying her abilities enhanced over night.”

“and how do you know that? what if they’re just bullshitting and we’re bothering some poor girl?”

the one who dani assumed to be the leader paused, before letting out a sigh.

“i don’t care who it is. she took the damn spider obviously so she’s gonna learn what happens when someone steals from us. and you know how boss is gonna get if we don’t find who has that spider.”

‘oh.’

that was all danielle needed to know that she was their target, she was either about to pull out some undiscovered fighting skills or it was over for her. danielle wasn’t even sure what they meant, why would she want their radioactive spider? it was their fault they didn’t watch after it with more care, i mean who lets an experiment like that loose?

danielle zoned back into the trio in front of hers conversation, noticing that they were now arguing loudly. a loud ding from her phone alarmed her immediately, cursing under her breath at whoever texted her. taking her phone out, the text made her realize just how much time she had wasted here.

“shit.” she mumbled, the shouting coming to a close soon after the ding.

“we know you’re here.”

the footsteps only got louder, danielle’s senses enhanced again making her realize they were there to inform her of danger. the feeling made her uneasy, knowing that these people wanted nothing but to harm her.

shortly the trash bin slammed against the ground, the three standing in front of danielle now ready to swing. dani dodged the first attack from the leader quickly, moving the trash bin back as a shield as she backed up.

she used her webs to hold the bin in its place as she caught her breath, not noticing the shock in her enemies faces.

“the spider already bit her.”

the leader seemed extremely angry at this, as he jumped over the bin protecting danielle lunging at her again. dani blocked the attack stunning him as she used her webs to block his vision.

danielle got up quickly, grabbing her school bag she lost while fighting and ran away never turning back.

finally reaching school, danielle ran through the opened doors as someone else was walking in. making her way to hide in the bathrooms.

she unlocked her phone seeing the surplus of notifications from y/n, quickly replying to her texts.

danielle laughed at how you texted her on every app, choosing to disregard it was probably you who gave her away.

danielle received a call from hanni, picking up ready to be scolded.

“dani?!” hanni said, panicked.

“hello?” dani says.

“where the hell have you been? it’s like when you got bit you haven’t responded to any of us in an hour!” hanni whisper shouts, the girl obviously being in class.

“an hour?” danielle says, heart dropping when she saw the time.

first period was already done, she knew she would never hear the end of it from y/n.

“yes an hour! anyways i have to get back to class, you better tell us later what happened because i have a bad feeling.” hanni says, hanging up without saying anything more.

danielle sighed, taking a moment to calm down after the last hour being absolute hell. once she felt somewhat safe, she left her hiding spot and headed to the hallways.

the bell rang for lunch, danielle grimacing when she saw her little cousin walk up to her.

“dani!” liz says, waving to her.

“where have you been? auntie’s been texting me all morning asking if i’ve seen you.” liz asks.

“um, i got caught in traffic.” danielle says.

“don’t you walk?” liz questions.

“the cars blocked the cross walk.” dani says.

liz rolls her eyes, “i don’t think that’s even legal, but whatever. have you heard from your girlfriend?”

danielle hated the way liz never called y/n by her name, it was always her girlfriend.

“yeah, we’re going to go eat lunch together with our friends.” danielle responds.

“can i come pleasee? rei and wonyoung both left me alone today.” liz whines.

“sure.. just don’t embarrass me.” danielle says, opening the cafeteria door for the both of them.

the two make their way over to the tables that the group combined to make room for everyone, liz noticing the glare y/n gave her.

“welcome to school dani!” hyein teases, making danielle roll her eyes.

“this is liz,” dani starts, “her friends aren’t here today so she needs somewhere to sit.”

the group nods, the two taking a seat liz sitting next to her cousin.

"so did you guys see the new txt comeback?"

TAGS 🏷️ (OPEN): @jayjj7 @haerinsloverr @mxl633 @hrjunluvs @kissablening @mah4u @idkwhatim-doinghere101 @xen248 @dexthzone @kaypanaq @multiliker @addorations

a/n: if it looks like i didnt tag u istg it says i did in the draft 😭😭 also this was literally cut short goodbye.. i probably should've mentioned way earlier that a good bit of this series will be written, imo its just so much easier to convey the story

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[taxes-evasion]

OMG HIII im so excited for a creepypasta writer :3 may i please request you write for hoodie nd masky, reader also being a proxy!!!! it could be general hcs or whatevs, up to you!! if you dont want to do this req, its ok, if u want me to req smthn else u can always pm me

HIII and thank you so much! I hope I complied with your request (sorry if I didn't).

Characters included: Reader (as proxy), Slenderman (named sometimes as Boss), Masky and Hoodie + mention of other proxies.

Small Warnings: mention of kidnapping, mention of dizziness, actions of light bullying, mention of broken bones, deep cuts, bruises, killing and curse words. Proxies are not kind toward newbie at all :(

⚠️Writer's Notices⚠️: I think I expanded the request without intending to? I'm not sure about that. I just like to give a lot of informations about the characters, so I also put a very light backstory of the Reader. I hope this doesn't bother you and, of course, if you wish, you can skip everything and go to the part that interests you the most. I'm not judging. Please enjoy!

𝑀𝐴𝑆𝐾𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐻𝑂𝑂𝐷𝐼𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑋𝑌 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅

HOW DID YOU BECOME A PROXY?

You are probably in contact with kids/young adults who saw Slenderman;

Maybe a babysitter or a psychiatrist;

The fact is that you will never encounter proxies initially;

It is very important for Slenderman to decide for himself his servants;

Toby had once brought a girl into the mansion unbeknownst to Boss... Let's say she stayed for a short time;

Of course, Toby doesn't remember her anymore;

One day someone tells you about this strange, tall and thin man who appears in their dreams and in the woods;

However, one day you were normally on your way home when you started to feel dizzy;

And... surprise! Shortly afterwards you were in a dark office without any kind of light, forced to listen to a faceless man;

You don't remember much about how you get there but your attention, of course, is not centered on that small detail;

BUT WHY WERE YOU RECRUITED BY SLENDERMAN?

Most likely because you have a very good intellect and you reason efficiently;

The Big Boss really needs proxies like that;

Not an athletic person? DON'T WORRY! Slenderman already knows everything about you and what type of training you need, he already comes up with a training program just for you!

(Be grateful and don't try to run away, this tired old man ain't got no time to come and haunt you) :(

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

One surprise after another, apparently! (actually, you could easily imagine what is about to happen);

You are entrusted to some proxies who will take you under their "protective" wing;

These proxies are: Masky, Hoodie, and Toby!

But mainly Masky and Hoodie since they are the only ones who have actually done any training when they arrived at the mansion;

Toby isn't very present because he doesn't care much and would still struggle to have an initial relationship given his Antisocial Personality Disorder;

But don't worry! He'll get used to you soon!

HOW DO MASKY AND HOODIE BEHAVE TOWARDS YOU?

They are slightly heartless bitches :(

(they're actually "somehow" nice to you but not too much);

I mean they would help you with training but make fun of you whenever they can;

This mainly Masky;

Hoodie simply giggles meanly and nods;

DON'T LET THESE "INSTRUCTORS" OF YOURS FIND OUT THAT YOU'RE SENSITIVE OR THAT YOU CRY EASILY!

(This is honestly me);

I say this for your own good, really;

If Masky notices a sniffling or shining eyes from tears that would like to fall... you will find out what hell is;

You will no longer know what dignity is...

"Awwww, don't tell me our little newbie is going to cry, right?" it may be the phrase you'll hear the most;

Masky will basically yell it in the presence of ALL the residents of the mansion just to give you a reason to cry more;

"Come on Masky, can't you see that the frail little thing here is shaking? Give them some personal space."

Another reality revealed, but this time it's Hoodie's fault;

He probably won't yell it like Masky, but he'll still say it in a higher-than-average tone of voice;

BUT WHAT IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY VERY BADASS?

If they notice that you are actually very neutral and don't care about their nasty comments, they will simply stop;

After all, it's no fun if there are no reactions;

Basically, they will just give you the advice you need to improve;

However, you may also have a short fuse!

Maybe you shouldn't point it out, you might unintentionally push yourself further, and since Masky also has a short fuse, you could start a fight with him;

If there's Hoodie nearby he'll stop Masky before killing you (but you'll have some deep cuts, bruises and, at worst, broken bones);

However, in the absence of Hoodie/other proxies, you will be killed without much scruples;

Butttt... consider yourself lucky because usually Hoodie and Masky are together all the time, either for tasks and because they have established a good relationship and don't spend much time with the other residents;

Above all they are good instructors;

They know when you've reached your limit and will stop you if they see you're going too far;

They will give you advice and plan a diet if they see that it is necessary;

It could have been worse, couldn't it?

WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE DURING TRAINING?

As said before, they would certainly help you a lot;

Both with advice and by encouraging you to keep going;

(they will become more and more familiar with this as time goes on);

However, I like to imagine that Hoodie does the exercises with you, both to keep fit and to be an example for you;

Masky observes the two of you, smoking his cigarettes;

In some cases he will join you;

(he made a bet on who does the most running laps with Hoodie);

"You know, Y/N, Masky has never been able to beat me in a running challenge", Hoodie usually makes fun of Masky;

"For fuck's sake, just shut up!" and Masky responds in a bad way;

While they may seem quite calm while training you, don't forget that they are professional assassins;

You don't really want to see them when they have to torture/kill someone;

But one day, for sure, you're going to see that because, ops!, from now on you are a proxy;

Good luck with that!

Okay, that's all about our two favorite proxies!

I really have to write headcanons about their backstories because I've honestly always wanted to do that.

I hope you enjoyed this!

♡

[kaleido-write]

Leasebound: artsyle or art choices

I've seen the latest comment and wanted to add information and context my credentials on the matter are being a multidisciplinary art student , I've done pretty much any type of art you can think about going from glass painting to kabuki theater.

Leo here this absolute king was eloquent and very nice in his questions wich i absolutely love , he showed a level of respect rusty isn't capable of

And here is rusty reply

1.

We start terribly wrong here , clothing *is* about personality, it is about someone preferences , likes , dislikes ect . Its here to tell us about the characters

Such as , well any characters in media their fashion style is representation of who they are , and the same goes irl .

Let's use the howl house as an exemple because it's a really great dos and donts made by a women so hopefully rusty will swallow better the criticism ! Dana uses fashion to show the evolution of her character and their personality , reducing fashion as unnecessary is a tell that rusty doesn't know anything about character design nor how to make a story that matters and make sense

And what do i mean by matters ? Because it can sound harsh and mean I admit it , i mean something that tell us something, not just a place holder to say she is relevant nor good because she made a comic . Because you can do something for a long time and still be bad at it . Time isn't always an indicator of something value

2.

Color schemes are completely natural in artwork ??? What is she talking about ??

Color schemes are so so important to ensure the color coordination of your panels , to ensure everything fits together without being such different color it will give a headache , color schemes are there to tell stories to and her complete lack of acknowledgement towards it tells me everything i need to know about her as an artist

She doesnt know anything about the theories nor is her limited art knowledge truly worked on , she simply started drawing one day and never bothered to study anything art related

3.

Its actually quite simple to do , all that work you find monstrous rusty is actually the before work you do , its the work you do to get to know your own characters and how you will tell your story , and it's quite easy to do , you simply lack the imagination and understanding of the importance of forework

4.

No rusty nobody is insulting your skills , Leo was simply asking about your stylistic choices , yk what you claim is an art style? Because there's a difference between the 2 if you didn't knew wich i know you don't.

5.

Rusty , you made a comic on the basis that lesbians don't have enough representation. How can you in your right mind complain over people asking if you will represent them too , how stuck up do you have to be really .

Also many many 1 person comics have theses little details , details that are not concise , like Jaden tattoo !! But apparently that tattoo and shez tattoo aren't too annoying to draw uh ?

You can pick and chose what you want to represent but don't belittle people for asking why you're representation is a very selective way of portraying lesbians , representation that at its core is the lesbians you would be attracted to nobody is blind enough to not realize you do that , especially with how much every main character slowly start to look like each other .

6.

Actually rusty you did break art design rules and comic making rules to actually make the comic go better and faster . You just don't know them so obviously you can't know that you broke them because you're too ignorant to actually study art properly

In conclusion no one (again) discussed rusty actual artstyle wich involve the way she draws , that's the artstyle

The art choices are wich color to use , the design choices ect , so thank you for anyone to actually take the time to learn what an artstyle is and maybe yall will stop bitching and moaning about a fight that doesn't exist .

Also special shout out to Sarah 🫶 hope you doing good too

Unfortunately yet again rusty and her over inflated ego took over any sense she may have and decided to just be absolutely mean and awful once more

Sarah only showed to you that a color palette is used *everywhere* (i will use neutral pronouns but if Sarah wish for me to correct the text with the appropriate pronouns I will) they came forward to show her and she had the audacity to complain ??? They didn't latch onto it they simply wanted to help you improve

It is a mistake rusty , you're actively making art mistakes because you don't know shit about art . You keep having the sheer audacity when many people who actually study art tell you you're wrong and making mistakes .

Yikes since you can't insult him you decided to misgender him ? You're right rusty you're not stupid you're pathetic cruel and mean and can't differentiate hate from genuine comments for wich reason ? Oh wait I know ! Because everyone that came forward with good tips and advice you see it as hate , you have no distinction of it because if someone doesn't comfort you into your self idealized version of yourself you feel too challenged and the idea of growing to be better is terrifying to grown ass women like you .

You seem to be incredibly bitter over making your comic for free , and to think of the hatedom as genuine interest when no rusty, me personally I simply take great joy in dissecting your work and seeing every mistakes you make , because you're a terribly mean person that has no idea what respect is and can't be respectful to people if they're not your bootlicker , i pity your friends and fans , they must live in fear of saying the wrong thing and make you mad

Cola we all blocked you because you too have no idea what you're talking about you too can't even tell us what is an artstyle from art choices

A great exemple of representation and simplified artwork is "high class homo" on webtoon with the main lesbian princess having a prosthetic leg or again "the cursed princess club" wich is amazing and has a simplified artstyle

What we are critiquing are art choices , please you all should go take art classes and learn a fraction of what I know

But rusty , Leo was good faith , Sarah was good faith , we are all good faith you simply chose to see it as attacks because of your over inflated ego , please go to therapy you need it more than me , learn that other people have feelings ok ?

No , it is a hatedom rusty , I do not in the slightest enjoy your work riddled with mistakes and hatred for anyone that doesn't conform to your narrow definition of how people should be.

If you're losing money then..stop it ? Stop complaining about losing money , if you have health issues too you should put that all first instead of a comic .

[anniemika]

Lost and Found

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Chapter 11: Consequences

Chapter summary: Realizing the damage he’s caused, Eren learns about the life he has missed out on and tries to reflect on his mistakes, with a few bumps accompanying him along the way.

Chapter warnings: explicit language, aggression, mentions of blood

Words: 4.4k

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

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That night, Eren couldn't sleep. All he could think about was you and the encounter you two had the day before. Well, not that he spent his time thinking about much else before, but now he found someone else nestled inside his mind.. Lily. He tried to focus on a song he’d been writing for some time, go to the gym, do anything to distract himself. But no matter what he did, his mind kept coming back to the two of you.

When morning came, he realized he couldn't take it anymore. He had to see you again, talk to you, find out if what he’d been wondering about was true. He knew that it was a risk, that you might not want to see him, but he had to try. He couldn’t just go straight to your house, though. He didn’t even know if you lived there anymore.

But anyway, who would tell him anything about you? He was sure that many people were aware of what happened all those years ago, the whole ugliness of it. It wasn’t a big town, and there was no way anyone would tell him any kind of information regarding you. People loved you, and he was sure no one gave jack shit about him.

The only person that could tell him anything was his dad, although he didn’t know if you kept in touch with him after all that had happened. Nevertheless, he was going to ask.

He knew that Grisha was at work at the hospital, but he couldn’t wait a minute longer. He dialed his father’s number while nervously pacing around in his hotel room.

The moment he picked up, Eren was on it, “Hey, dad. Listen, sorry to call you at work, but I need a favor to ask.”

“Okay,” his father said, a little taken aback by the urgency in his son’s voice, “What is it?”

“I saw Y/n yesterday.”

His father went quiet, and Eren knew why. He couldn’t even imagine the shame his dad must’ve felt when it all happened.

“And I know you probably think that I shouldn’t bother her, but I really need to just talk to her. To at least have the chance to apologise properly.”

Grisha stayed silent for a little while. But then, much to Eren’s surpirse, “I think that’s a good idea.”

The younger man furrowed his brows in confusion, not expecting his father to agree so easily, “Really?”

“Yes, really. She owns a flower shop downtown. It’s on Saint John’s street, first corner on the right. It closes around 6p.m.”

Eren couldn’t believe his father was actually supporting him in this. He quickly grabbed a pen and a piece of paper to write the address on it, “Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it.”

“Be gentle with her, Eren. It’s the least you could do. That girl has gone through a lot.”

Eden nodded, even though his father couldn’t see him, “I will, I promise. Thanks again.”

In a flash, he put his phone inside his leather jacket, put his black combat boots on, tied his hair in a messy bun, and went out the door. He knew that it was probably best not to disturb you at work, but how could Eren explain to you that waiting would drive him completely nuts? How could he explain that he’d been waiting for so long, his body wouldn’t allow another minute to pass by without him taking action? His heart pounded like it wanted to jump out of his rib cage as he drove like a complete madman, acting on pure adrenaline. He knew he had to calm down before meeting you, but the emotions he felt were just too strong to hold down.

After he parked his car down the street from the given address, his eyes went to a periwinkle sign a few meters from where he was standing. “Lily’s flowers”, it read in elegant cursive writing, that drew a tiny smile across his face.

Eren couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Facing his past was something so distant before, like a dream that was never going to happen, even though he desperately wanted it too. But now, as he stood outside the shop, there was a glimmer of hope blooming inside his heart.

He took another deep breath and pushed the door open. The sweet scent of roses and lilies filled his senses as he looked around your workplace with awe. The shop was small, but cozy, with colorful bouquets arranged in vases on every surface. The walls, adorned with beautiful floral paintings, added to the ambience of the shop. They were painted in soft pastel shades, providing a soothing backdrop for the vibrant colours of the flowers. It was breathtaking.

And then, behind the counter, arranging a colourful bouquet, were you. Dressed in a simple white tee and a floral apron, you were still too beautiful to be true.

“Good morning, how can I help yo-“, when you brought your head up and saw him standing before you, your mouth fell slack.

"Hi," Eren spoke, his voice low and unsure.

He saw your face go through a few different emotions in the span of seconds, first surprise, then a mix of nervousness and vexation, "What are you doing here?"

Eren took a step closer to you, but he didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Suddenly, a child’s giggle was heard and Lily appeared from behind you, holding a pretty flower in her hand. She ran in front of the counter, almost bumping into Eren’s leg.

"Mommy, look! It's the man from the grocery store!", the little girl exclaimed, pointing her tiny finger at him.

Eren looked down at her, a knot tying inside his throat. Now that he could really see her up close, it was undeniable. Her brown hair, her eyebrows, her radiant teal eyes.. the signs were all there, "Hi there. Lily was it?”

"Mhm!," she replied with a smile.

Eren knelt down next to her level,

“You’re as pretty as a lily, Lily.”

She let out the cutest little giggle, “That’s what my mom tells me.”

"Lily, honey, why don't you go outside and play for a bit?" You said, visibly trying to compose yourself.

“Okay. Bye.” She waved her hand at Eren, but before she could go, he stopped her.

“Just a second, Lily.” The little girl turned back to him, her eyes wide with curiosity, “How old are you?”

“I'm six and a half, but all my classmates tell me that I look smaller, and that really annoys me!”

Eren’s smile disappeared. Six and a half.. which meant-

“Go on and play, honey.” You pressed on, voice trembling.

Lily nodded and ran outside, leaving Eren alone with you and the silence.

When he rose from his position, his eyes turned to you, and when he saw the way you avoided his gaze, with tears brimming your eyes, he just knew.

"Why are you here, Eren?"

"I...I wanted to see you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Oh,” he could hear the lump inside your throat from trying to fight the tears, “how nice of you.”

Eren cautiously moved closer to the counter,

“Do you think we could perhaps.. talk?”

Your hands were shaking, and you just hoped he wasn’t near enough so he could see them.

"Eren.. I really don’t know how you have the nerve to come here after everything.” You always knew that seeing him again would stir up old feelings that you had buried deep down, but this was too much.

Eren felt like he could let the whole world swallow him, "I.. I know."

You shared a look with him. Seeing those eyes again was like diving into a pool of memories, each one flooding back with a force that made your heart ache.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry-”

“No.” You’re quick to silence his attempt, “No, no, you can't do this right now. I'm working.”

“Please, just.. Just give me 2 minutes-”

“Two minutes!?” You raised your voice, hot tears threatening to spill again, “Two minutes.. Is that going to sum up years of.. of-”, the frustration you felt couldn’t be described with words. You were helpless, and at the same time, desperately trying to find the words. You hated how weak you looked right now.

Turning around, you tried to distract yourself by fixing the stems of a few red roses, “You should go.”

Eren didn’t know what to do. On one hand, the last thing he wanted was to upset you this much. On the other.. he needed to ask. If he didn’t do it right now, he’d probably go insane.

“Y/n..”, he said your name cautiously, “Lily.. Is she mine?”

You froze in place. You couldn’t bare to look at his face right now, or you’d probably faint, “What?”

“I'm sorry, I just really need to know. Please.” Eren thought he could go into cardiac arrest soon, “Is she mine?”

Silence fell like a heavy weight, suffocating, as if the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving a vacuum of soundlessness that pressed down on you both.

And then, with your back still turned against him, you spoke quietly, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

Seconds turn into hours, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. It was true. Hearing it from you just cemented it in stone. Lily was his.

Before Eren could open his mouth to say something, a doorbell ring was heard throughout the shop.

“Good morning!” An elderly woman greeted.

“G-good morning!” You swiftly wiped your eyes, before turning and sending a final look his way, “You have a nice day, sir.”

Eren stood there, staring at you helplessly. He knew he had to leave, but god help him, that was the last thing he wanted to do. All he wanted was to just whisk you away and talk, tell you how fucking sorry he was, how much of a piece of shit he was.

But he knew that wasn't possible right now. You were at work, and he knew he’d made it hard enough as it was. He had to go.

With a heavy heart, he turned to leave, emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he walked away. When he reached the door, he turned back to steal one last glance of you. You were talking to the older woman, happily showing her different kinds of flowers, like the previous conversation never happened.

The thought of you putting on a brave face and hiding your pain from the world, and him knowing he was the reason for that, made his heart sink with much earned guilt.

…..

Eren replayed your conversation in his mind throughout the whole day.

Over, and over, and over again.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

He wanted to punch a wall. Or better yet, himself.

He could only imagine the hardships you must’ve gone through, raising a child alone at nineteen years old, while he was touring and drinking and living his life. A life that was definitely not worth living. Not knowing that you were pregnant.. not knowing just how much you needed him. Thinking that leaving you was the best option for you both.

Hatred. That was the feeling Eren felt for himself.

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe you’d realized that Lily didn’t need a person like him in her life. A fucking failure of a person.

Lily…

She was so beautiful. And she looked so much like him, it was insane. But her smile.. her smile was yours. So infectious, it lit up the entire room and filled his heart with warmth. Just like you did.

Eren wondered if you were ever going to smile at him like that again.

He buried his face in his hands as he laid on the uncomfortable hotel mattress. His eyes were hot with tears, and he bit his lip in an attempt to stop a sob from escaping.

What the hell was he going to do?

“Fuck you, Eren.” He cursed audibly. He needed someone to scream at him, and he needed that person to be you. He wanted you to let out all the anger and frustration he knew you were feeling towards him. He longed to hear you yell at him, to let him know just how much he had hurt you. The need to take it all in was enormous, to feel the weight of his mistakes and the suffering he had caused. Knowing it wouldn’t be easy, he was ready to face it all if it meant that there was a slight chance he could still make things right with you and Lily.

The beeping of his phone interrupted his thoughts, and he reluctantly pulled his attention away from his inner turmoil to check the notification. It was his dad. He was inviting him to dinner.

As much as Eren wanted to get a bottle of whiskey and just drawn himself in his sorrows, he knew he needed to tell Grisha what happened. He needed to tell him that he had a granddaughter, who was living just mere minutes away from him.

As he drove to his father’s house, his mind was spinning with all the possible outcomes of the impending conversation. Would his father be angry? Would he be happy? Would he even believe him? Or.. did he know already? No. He would’ve told him. There was no way he would keep that kind of information from him.

As he came closer to his old home, his anxiety only grew, but he knew that he had to push it through.

Finally, when he saw the white picket fence his father and him painted all those years ago, he inhaled deeply, and walked to the front door. Before he could knock, his father had already opened it.

“Eren,” Grisha said, a little surprised, “that was fast.”

Eren clenched his sweaty palms, “Dad, we need to talk.”

His father nodded, “We sure do.”

…..

“Made your mother’s favourite,” Grisha told his son while holding a ceramic dish with his oven mittens, positioning it at the center of the dining table. But that comment fell on deaf ears. Eren’s foot was bouncing nervously under the table, while his mind was preoccupied with how best to serve the news. With the intent to calm his nerves down, he tried to focus on the present moment.

“That looks delicious, dad.” He said, trying to sound casual, “Thanks.”

Grisha gave his son a small smile, but he could tell that something had happened today. It was written all over his face.

After plating the food, his father finally took a seat. He then positioned both elbows on the table, looking Eren straight in the eyes.

“So.. how’d it go?”

This was it. He had to tell him now.

Eren fixed his posture before clearing his throat, “Dad, I.. I have something to tell you.”

Grisha didn’t speak, hiding the lower part of his face in his hands.

“Y/n, she.. she has a kid. I suppose you already know that. I met her today.” His fingers were trembling, “Dad, that kid.. she’s mine. That’s-“, he cleared his throat again, already fighting back tears, “That’s my daughter.”

The older man’s face was unreadable, which made Eren’s heart pump even more rapidly. Bracing himself for his reaction, he watched as the older man lowered his hands, revealing an impassive expression.

“She has your mother’s eyes, don’t you think?”

The words sank in the younger man’s years, but his mind couldn’t grasp them.

And then, it dawned on him.

“Wait-“, his mouth became dry, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

His father turned his eyes on the meal in front of him, mixing it around with his fork.

“So.. you knew.” Eren’s disappointment was painted all over his face and voice.

After taking a bite of his food, Grisha looked up at his son, “Of course I knew.”

Eren’s confusion bubbled up like a boiling pot of water that was dangerously close from spilling. He couldn’t fathom how his father wouldn’t tell him as soon as he first saw him. As if there was anything more important than telling him he had a whole kid.

“Why.. why the hell didn’t you tell me?” His voice raised with every word.

“Do not curse at me, boy.” Grisha’s tone turned stern as he laid his fork beside his meal, his dark eyes fixed on his son, “You think we didn’t try to tell you? You think we didn’t blow your phone up? Guess what, you never picked up. And then,”, his voice grew quiet, “when she was born, I drove to one of your concerts. Nobody believed I was your father, but I somehow managed to persuade one of the bouncers to let me see you.”

Eren’s heart skipped beat after beat, failing to remember any of what his father was telling him.

“You told me to go away. I don’t think you could even comprehend what I was telling you. I don’t know what you were on.. but the guy I saw in that dressing room wasn’t my son.” The finality of Grisha’s words felt like a knife being stabbed inside his son’s heart, “Lily deserved better than that guy.”

The shame Eren felt was overwhelming. The need to let his anger out was so immense, his whole body began to shake. Without saying another word, he stormed out of the dining room, grabbed his keys, and left the house.

When he got inside his car, his fist repeatedly slammed against the stirring wheel.

“Fuck!”

After all this, he knew what he needed. A drink, and he needed it bad.

…..

The building of the old bar was aged and weathered, with a peeling paint and a faded sign that read “The Dusty Boot”. The windows were grimy and the door creaked as Eren pushed it open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, and smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. The walls were lined with old photographs and memorabilia from the town’s glory days, while the bar itself was made of dark wood and looked scarred from years of use.

Still, it felt like home.

Eren sat down on one of the stools, the weight of today’s emotions pressing down on him hard. His head hurt, and he was tired, more tired than spending a whole day on stage. The bartender, an old man with a bushy white beard he remembered from years ago, approached him.

“What can I get ya, son?” He asked while his hands were busy wiping a pint glass with a cloth.

“Just a beer.”

The old man nodded and pulled out a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off and placed it in front of Eren, “Tough day?”

Nodding once, he took a sip of the cold liquid. The man seemed to understand, so he just continued cleaning glasses, occasionally glancing over at him. The bar was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered around the room. Hushed old country music played in the background, adding to the calm atmosphere.

Eren drank beer after beer, trying to rid himself of some of the guilt he felt, even if only for a little bit. After a few rounds, he understood that it was a task impossible. His thoughts were like little needles prickling at his heart and brain, and the alcohol he consumed only seemed to magnify them.

He thought.. He though about so many things, and they all concerned you. He wondered about what had gone on right after he left you. How alone you must’ve felt, how betrayed. He thought about his dad, and how helpless he must’ve been, knowing you were suffering because of his son. He cursed himself inwardly for storming off earlier, but had he stayed, he would’ve probably said things he didn’t mean. Let anger out that wasn’t directed at anyone else but himself. Anger that only he deserved.

“Hey, aren’t you the singer from that band?” The bartender asked after some time, pulling Eren from his somber thoughts. Great. That was all he needed right now. Usually, he didn’t mind people asking him about his career, but tonight he was hoping to stay unbothered. “Yes you are. Eren Jaeger, was it?” The old man continued, “Grisha Jaeger’s son. Been a long time since I’ve seen you hang around here.”

“Been a long time since I’ve been home.” Eren replied, keeping his tone neutral.

“My daughter, she’s sixteen-“, the bartender continued, much to Eren’s dismay, “she’s a big fan of yours. She’d be so stoked if she knew you were here.”

Eren managed a small smile. “That’s nice to hear.”

“Hey, uh..”, the man reluctantly began, catching onto Eren’s reluctance to talk about his fame, “do you think maybe you could sign an autograph for her? If it’s not much trouble.”

Eren hesitated for a moment, but before he could agree, a voice was heard from somewhere behind him, “Now, are you sure your daughter needs an autograph from a man like him, chief?”

Eren became rooted in place as he recognised the voice of the man who was now standing inches beside him. A man with whom he once shared a friendship.

“Well, well”, there was amusement, but also hostility in his tone, “look what the cat dragged in.”

Eren swallowed another sip of his beer, then, without having much option, turned to inspect the man the voice belonged to.

Jean Kirstein. He was different than Eren’s last memories. Tall as ever, his ashy-brown hair was now slicked back and at his nape. He had a bit of a goatee, but still the same annoying smirk that Eren remembered all too well. It was a smirk that conveyed both confidence and arrogance, as if he knew something that Eren didn’t.

“Jean,” the green-eyed man nodded in greeting before turning back to his drink.

“Eren. Long time no see.” Jean sat on the stool next to him, ordering a drink of his own. “I heard you’d come back a few days ago.”

“Yeah?” Eren kept his tone casual, but guarded.

“It’s a small town. Didn’t believe it at first.” He could see Jean take a swig of his drink with the corner of his eye, “I thought “What would the great Eren Jaeger be caught doing in a place like this?” A place he so desperately wanted to run away from.”

Eren’s grip on his beer tightened, body tensing. Despite all the alcohol in his system, he managed to keep his cool, replying curtly, “I came back for personal reasons.”

Jean raised an eyebrow, ““Personal reasons?”” A patronising laugh filled the space between them, “That’s not like you. You always seemed to be running away from something.”

At that sentence, Eren shot him a sharp look. His nerves were already heightened enough today, “I’m not running away from anything.”

“Sure you’re not.” Jean brought his glass to his mouth before saying, “There probably isn’t a pregnant girl to run away from now.”

It happened in a second. Eren’s fists curled around Jean’s shirt, his stool on the ground.

His emerald eyes blazed with fury as he pulled Jean towards him, their faces inches apart. "Don't you fucking dare," he growled, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

“Hey, hey, now calm down boys!” The old barman shouted, bringing his hands in the air, “This ain’t no place for this.”

Jean's smirk disappeared as he registered the intensity in Eren's eyes. He tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. "Let go of me, Jaeger.”

Eren's grip tightened even more, his knuckles turning white. "You don't get to bring her up like that," he gritted through his teeth.

“Oh, did you finally remember she existed?”

The final button had been pushed. Eren’s fist landed on Jean’s face with a loud thud, causing him to stumble backwards and fall off his stool. The other men in the bar gasped and murmured, some of them getting up to leave, others standing to get a better look at what was happening.

The barman rushed over to the two men, trying to separate them. "That's enough, boys! Take it outside if you have to, but not in here!"

Eren was heaving with anger, anger so radiant, it was like steam coming off of his body. His eyes were still fixed on Jean, who was now holding his bleeding nose. For a moment, the two men just glared at each other, until the taller one stood up from the ground, trying to regain his composure. Straightening his collar, he looked at the blood on his hand, a provoking smirk crossing his lips.

“You can still pack a punch, I’ll give you that.”

“Okay, you go now, come on.” The bartender tapped Eren on the shoulder, “we don’t condone that kind of behavior around here.”

“It’s alright, chief,” Jean put his hand in the air as a sign of protest, “It was my fault. I’ll be the one to leave.”

Eren’s fists were clenched so hard, his veins were visible. His head was spinning from the mix of the alcohol and the adrenaline the whole encounter brought. As he watched Jean pull out his wallet to pay for his drink, he tried to calm himself down by taking a deep breath and unclenching his fists.

“Oh.. one more thing.”

Sharp pain was felt throughout his whole left side, most notably in his eye. Eren hit the ground, his hand flying to his temple, which was now throbbing uncontrollably. His vision was blurry, the pain quickly traveling to his whole head.

“That was for her, you piece of shit.” Jean spat before he turned around to leave.

Eren tried to get up, but the pain was too severe, and the beers he’d drunk didn’t make it any easier.

It became all blurry after that. The last thing he heard were the bartender’s and his father’s muffled voices, and then a car engine starting.

But the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.. was Lily.

And you.

And as much of a drunken fool as he was, that night, he still fell asleep with a smile on his face.

…..

A/N: Hi🥹 I can’t express to you how happy I am that there is interest in this story. This chapter was a little tough to write and I hope I did it justice as much as I could. I’m going to try and post a chapter every week or two, so stay tuned!

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