#but the big girls story comes up now and then so i finally drew it. my Experience. the disappointment.

[sleepinglionhearts]

Comics about work

[littlemissmiller]

𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: the summer before you graduated college, Joel Miller became a regular at the bar you worked. he was perfect except one small problem…you already have a boyfriend

Warning: 21+ (drinking), fluff, slight age gap (reader is in her early 20s and Joel is 30) smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, slight body worshipping, porn with plot

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: i did it! i finally wrote a fic to live up to my blog name! i’m so proud of this one y’all like omg…i love it, it’s so perfect. such a cute lil fluffy smut (≧◡≦) ♡ also still can’t get over the fact that people like my little hobby, so thank you for all the love! it only encourages me to write more. speaking of which, i have so many stories for the summer coming up, especially with tom blyth coming back as billy. i already have a few stories started so hopefully they will be out sooner rather then later. ok that’s it i have nothing more to say. enjoy ❣︎

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It was your last summer before graduating college and being home made you want to cherish your last year even more. You were looking forward to it and ready to be done bartending so you could see your friends and have some real fun. Sure, this job made you a ton of cash, but being home was nothing in comparison to being with your college friends in a town totally catered to you and your fellow students. Although your hometown had its perks. At least it used to. Your longtime boyfriend had never left your hometown or went to college. He had instead opted for going into a trade and becoming an electrician.

Your relationship was strong at first, but every semester it became harder and harder to navigate. Time after time you had convinced yourself that he was still your best friend, but meeting new people in college and getting to experience the joys of youth on your own for the first time, had given you a lot of perspective. So every birthday, holiday, and summer, you felt like you were coming home to a completely different man. Yet you stayed with him because you really wanted to make it work and you told yourself you loved him. Yet something unexpected had happened. One evening at work, a group of men came in to watch the Rangers game. That’s when you first met him and that’s the night Joel Miller would become a regular at your bar.

He was clearly older, at least thirty, but you couldn’t help but practically gawk at him all night. And you couldn’t help but think that Joel was eyeing you too. But you felt a wave of guilt overcome you. You knew you shouldn’t feel like this. You knew you shouldn’t be staring down another man like that but you couldn’t help it. But his arms looked so strong, like he could carry you effortlessly. You couldn’t help the way you smiled every time he would share a boisterous laugh with his friends. His own sweet smile drew you in and you noticed he had the cutest cheek nimble on top of it. From his big chiseled nose to his perfectly crafted jawline, he was an absolute Adonis. Just then another wave of guilt washed over you and you tried to shake away your feelings of disloyalty as you walked into the kitchen, putting their food order in.

As you walked out of the kitchen and brought them their next set of drinks, you tried not to look at him so much but it’s hard not to. Then he spoke up.

“Hey darling? Could I get some more napkins when you get the chance?”

“Yeah sure!” You scurried off and came back immediately

He smiled at you as he thanked you which made your heart flutter. As you made your way back to the kitchen, another server catches up to you.

“Who’s the handsome cowboy at 13?” She asked

“Oh” you started “I’m not sure. Are you talking about the man in the white shirt?” You lied acting like she was talking about someone else

“Girl, don’t play. I can see him undressing you right now”

You glanced over, and caught him smiling at you while he sipped his beer. You started to smile back, when the guilt hit you again and you turned back to your co-worker.

“Oh…yeah…h-he is handsome yeah…but not like I’m interested.” You lied again

“Okaaay whatever you say…” she said unconvinced, rushing off to her table

Joel and his buddies left around 9 and you noticed that Joel leaves the biggest tip out of everyone. Around 10 o’ clock you clocked out and headed to your boyfriend’s house where you had planned on spending the night. Once you arrived, you walked straight into his room where he was playing some PC game. His back was towards you and he didn’t notice you at first with his big headset on. You hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. He startled and you jumped back.

“Woah! Hey! Your home” he remarked, clutching his chest, barely glancing at you “Jesus you scared me.”

“Clearly” you giggled

“God don’t sneak up on me like that. Could have cost me the game” he sighed, as he returned his full attention to the screen.

“What ya playing?

“COD” he remarked dryly

“Are you gonna be finishing soon?” You inquired

“Ahh probably not. I figured you’d be too tired to hang after your shift so I told the boys I’d be on tonight.”

“I thought you said we would watch a movie after work tonight?”

“Oh yeah, I mean I don’t know I just kinda figured you’d want to go to bed when you got home. Plus you fall asleep to every movie we watch together”

“Yeah” you sighed in disappointment, wanting to follow it up with “but that’s not the point.” You knew he’d get upset at you for pulling him away from his game. “I just want to cuddle you.”

“Ok ok I got ya. I’ll be in bed soon, ok.” He said halfhearted, still not looking at you.

You changed into a pair of sweat shorts and an old shirt and got ready for bed. As you climb into bed you want to cry. And you questioned your guilt from tonight. Maybe it was because it had been a while since a man seemingly flirted with you that made you realize just how lousy your boyfriend has become. When was the last time he genuinely made you feel special? You fell asleep, but were woken up by small kisses on your neck, but your boyfriend began to move more aggressively, trusting and grinning his crotch against your ass. At that point you’re too tired for sex, and all you wanted was for him to hold you and care for you.

“Mmm babe I’m really tired” you whined

“I thought you wanted attention?” He asked, continuing his actions. You pushed away slightly but he continued, only pulling you closer against his chest.

“I do, just not like this. Not right now ok? I just want to sleep.”

He sighed, turning over

“See this is why I don’t want to do a movie with you. I knew you would be too tired.”

“That’s not…” you wanted to finish your sentence again and say “that’s not fair” but once again that would probably upset him and now he was annoyed with you so you don’t want to push it. “I just want to sleep now ok.”

“Ok. It’s fine. Goodnight.” He huffed, falling asleep.

The next couple of shifts your mind is preoccupied by your newfound feelings about your relationship. Your boyfriend wasn’t abusive by any means, but it was clear the relationship wasn’t healthy anymore. That’s when the crying at work started. Mainly because you had just come from his house before each shift and every interaction with him pained you. The only thing that kept you from continuously calling off was Joel. Almost every shift around 5 o’clock he would come in, order a few beers, maybe something to eat, and chat it up with you.

By the third week, all your co-workers were teasing you about him. Whenever his truck would pull up in the parking lot, someone would come get you.

“Your cowboy is here!” Someone yelled out to you, stepping out of the kitchen. You left the servers station to greet him.

“Hey Joel! Mich Ultra? You asked

“You know it darling. How you’ve been?” He smiled, causing you to practically melt into a puddle. You gathered yourself and smiled back at him.

“About the same as the last time you saw me.”

“And still as beautiful as ever.” He winked

“You flatter me Mr. Miller. I bet Mrs. Miller is one special lady hmm?” You asked more or less trying to see if he was actually flirting with you or just being nice.

“She would if there was one.”

“Oh I thought you said you have a daughter?” You questioned more

“And a man can’t be a single dad in this world? How sexist of you” he chuckled sarcastically

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed along.

“I just thought such a handsome cowboy as yourself would have a beautiful gal to go home to.”

“I wish…” he sighed, eyes giving you a once over

“So where is she then? Your daughter? If not with her mom. You know we allowed kids in before 9 right?”

“Yeah, she just has soccer practice at this time three days a week. I figured why not wait for her to be done and come see you since I’m out and about.” He explained

“Ain’t you just a charmer.” I’ll get you that beer.”

You walk over to behind the bar and fetch Joel his beer.

“He’s just all over you” one of the bartenders remarked

“And he tips well too.”

“Gee I wonder why” they smirked, giving you a look “how does your boyfriend feel about him?”

“I mean he’s just a customer. They flirt all the time and who doesn’t like the extra cash?” You started quickly

“Mhmm sure” they said

You walk back to him, bringing him his beer and continuing to chat with him. He ordered another beer then left to go pick up his daughter Sarah.

Now every time at work shift, it felt like an escape. It also felt like a fantastic secret that only you knew about. A fantasy being played out in real life. Joel was so charming.

Even though he was older, his youthful demeanor shone through. He was caring too. If he wasn’t asking about you and your life, he was talking about his daughter. You could tell she was his world. He absolutely adored her, and you loved to listen to him go on and on about her. You didn’t quite care what your co-workers would say or how your boss didn’t like that you hovered around his table, sometimes neglecting your other ones.

But he couldn’t complain too much given Joel was a respectful, paying customer. And a great tipper. And he would always leave a little note on his receipt. Nothing too flirtatious, just innocent enough to toe the line. This went on for a couple more weeks, your boyfriend none the wiser. Not like he was paying much attention to you anymore. Every note, you would take them and make sure to hide them when you got home. You stored them in your sock drawer and kept them secret like everything else about him. You still felt guilty though and realize that you need to end things with your boyfriend. It’s harder than you thought and truthfully you don’t know how to leave someone you’ve cared about that much. And been with for so long. But talking to Joel made you realize what you needed. And what you wanted. And you wanted him. And something told you he wanted you too.

Then back at home, living with your boyfriend it was a totally different reality. He felt so disconnected from you, so indifferent. And the more you faded away from him the less you felt like you really loved him still. And he noticed you pulling away from him. One night, you came home and had kept another one of Joel’s receipts.

“See you Wednesday :) Joel”

You left your server book out on his bed, along with your purse and hopped into the shower without thinking. When you got out of the shower, your boyfriend was sitting on his gamer chair, nose deep in your server book. You froze and tightened the towel around you nervously.

“Oh hey babe. When did you get home? I thought you and the boys were having a boys night? “

“We decided to just get dinner instead. What’s this?” He asked, holding up the receipt.

“Oh, just one of my regulars. Don’t worry about it.” You giggled, trying to play it cool reaching for the book. He holds it back from you and stands up.

“Who’s Joel?”

“My regular” you repeated

“Oh yeah. I bet he tips you well hmm? Pays you lots of attention?” He asked accusatorily.

“I-he…he’s just a regular we get them all the time.”

“Yeah, but you said he is one of YOUR regulars. Why yours? Why is he writing you notes?”

“He-he just always sits in my section I don’t know. That’s not too unusual…and a lot of customers write thank you notes and stuff I can’t control them!” You insisted, readjusting your towel again

“You expect me to believe that?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Well I don’t need creepy men hitting on my girl at work.” He barked back

“He’s not creepy and you’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh then what is he?”

“He’s just a customer!” You argued even though it was a lie

From that moment on, your boyfriend had grown highly suspicious of your relationship with him and Joel. Wednesday rolled around and Joel showed up again as expected. You nervously approached him as he sat down.

“Well hey their sugar” he smiled

“Hey Joel” you replied, only giving him a half smile

He searched your face and could tell something is up.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just life stuff. So Mich Ultra?”

He nodded and you walked off. His eyes followed you, watching you as you went to the bar. You came back and gave him his beer. You wanted to set it down and walk away, but Joel’s concerned eyes beckoned you to say.

“Thinking about food?” You asked him

“Maybe. I’m sorry doll, I don’t mean to pry but if I did anything to put you off-“

“No Joel of course it’s not you it’s just…relationship issues” you huff

“Sorry to hear that sugar. I hope y’all can work it out”

“I hope so” you sigh, knowing it’s a lie.

Just then your boyfriend storms into the bar. You don’t notice him at first, but then you hear a set of heavy footsteps approaching towards you and you look up. Confused, you call out his name.

“What are you doing here?”

“Can’t visit my girl at work anymore?” He asked glancing at Joel

“Excuse me.” You mumble to Joel, walking over to him and grabbing his hand. You lead him out of the building.

“What are you doing?!” You shouted

“Is that him? Is that Joel?” he sneered

“Why do you care all of a sudden hmm? You’ve barely paid attention to me in the last few months. What happened to us?” You nearly sobbed.

He sighed and shook his head

“What do you want from me? I mean I’m frustrated with you too if that helps. You have completely shut yourself off, don’t tell me shit! I’m upset too! Especially that I know you’re flaunting yourself around weirdo old men.”

“Stop! That’s it, I can't do this anymore. I’m so scared to tell you anything because of how you act when I share your feelings. When I come home, you ignore me and frankly it seems like you only give me affection when you want to fuck me!”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, throwing his arms up.

“Oh my god! You over exaggerate everything. Is this why you’re acting like an attention seeker? Because you think I don’t pamper you?”

“Unbelievable. Pampering really…you know what I’m not arguing with you! I’m done! We’re done!” You shout and storm back into the back

“Done? Really like that? Four years done like that? Fine whatever, be that way, I know you don’t mean it. I’ll see you at home.” And he storms off back to his car.

You wanted to cry as you stormed back into the bar, but you held yourself together.

You tried to hide your clearly upset face as you rushed back into the kitchen and into the back alley next to the dumpsters. Joel noticed and ran out of the bar looking for you. He searched around the building then he called out to you.

“Hey. What’s wrong.”

You can’t help it. One look at him, and you ran into his arms. He embraced you, holding you tight.

“Hey my little firefly…what’s wrong?” He asked, his sweet southern drawl falling like your tears.

“I loved him Joel… why do people stop loving you back…” you sobbed

Joel gently stroked your hair, attempting to calm you down. It didn’t feel strange to be held by him. You felt safe, and comfortable in his arms, despite barely knowing him or even having any interaction with him outside of work, that moment felt right.

“I don’t know darling.” Joel sighed

You eventually gathered yourself and go back inside with him. Your boss thankfully didn’t notice your absence. Joel returned to his table and you returned to your other patrons. After his beer, Joel left and you didn’t really get a chance to see him leave. When you went to collect his tap you saw another note this time with his phone number and it read:

“Gotta go get Sarah. Call me if you need to talk”

Your heart dropped. He had finally given you his number and at the same time you still felt guilty. Even though you had, despite what your now ex-boyfriend thinks, finally ended your relationship. And here the opportunity was. Right in front of you. You look at the receipt, take it, fold it and immediately put it in your pocket to keep it safe. You clock out at ten and are all too eager to get into your car to call Joel. Once you do, you dial the number and it rings.

“Hello?”

“He-hey Joel it’s me…” you uttered

“You ok darling?” He asked sweetly

Maybe it was his voice, the question, or the fact that the weight of the burdens of your life seemed to have fallen apart around you, but you cried again. Letting it all out and at the same time feeling better than ever.

“Hey hey hey” Joel whispered “I just put Sarah to bed…why don’t you come over here? We can talk ok?”

You nodded and sobbed.

“Ok…”

Joel texted you his address and you put it into your GPS. It’s only about a ten minute drive to his house and when you pulled up, you nervously exit your vehicle. You walked up the front door and knocked quietly, not wanting to wake Sarah. A moment later, it swung open and Joel’s handsome face looked at yours with deep concern.

“Come on in.”

You nodded and walked into his home. As expected it’s much nicer than your boyfriends, but then again Joel is an actual adult, with a kid, and mortgage to pay off so it was to be slightly expected. It wasn’t too fancy, just your standard suburban home. You walked over to the couch and Joel followed you.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Honestly I need something a little strong. Got any whiskey?”

He smiled ear to ear.

“Ya betcha.” And he rushed off into his kitchen.

You made yourself comfortable and tried to relax as you looked around Joel’s living room. You curiously strode over to his bookshelf and read the titles. Lots of history books, a few fiction and then you noticed the framed photo of him and his daughter. You realize you’ve never seen a photo of her, but she’s just as beautiful as you could have imagined. You smiled and Joel caught you in your curiosity.

“She’s been my little gem since day one. Just me and her. I don’t think I ever told ya, but her mom left us so…” he remarked.

You looked at him, smiled and nodded.

“She’s beautiful, Joel. You’re a great dad.”

Joel sat the glasses of whiskey down on the shelf and reached for your hand. You gasp slightly, look at where he’s touched you and then look up into his eyes. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You asked me why people stop loving people back and ya know, I still don’t have a good answer for that. I guess it’s because I’ve been asking myself the same thing for the last twelve years.”

“Joel…you’re such a good man…” you sighed, squeezing his hand.

“You’re too kind darling.” He smiled

“No really.”

You stared at him for a moment. His eyes searched your own looking for what he suspected you wanted from him. He cupped your face and he leaned in to kiss you. His lips fit perfectly against yours, like he was made for you. It was perfect and passionate. He was so gentle, yet you could feel how badly he had wanted this moment with you. He pulled back for a moment to make sure he hadn’t crossed the line.

“Got a bedroom?” You smirked

Before you knew it, Joel was crawling on top of you and you took off your shirt. At the same time he was busy frantically kissing your neck and jaw. He tossed it off and Joel took a moment to admire your chest. He gasped and reached to grope your breasts. Your soft, perky mounds fit perfectly in his hand and he began to massage you. He was in utter awe of you. Almost overwhelmed that he was getting to have you like this. You stared back up at him, equally in awe at that moment.

His big brown eyes melted your heart and all your troubles melted too. Fuck your lousy ex. All you wanted and needed was Joel. He kissed you again as he continued to play with your breasts. You let out a few giggles that turned into harsh, sharp moans as he moved his mouth down your body.

“Fuck…” you whispered, the word dancing around the room.

As his lips trailed you, your body reacted, your hips bucked and you were practically squirming under him. When his mouth found your cleavage, you felt the heat in between your legs grow stronger.

He continued to kiss you, only breaking away to take off his own shirt. He was toned, his skin smooth and he was unbelievably broad. You couldn’t help but admire the way his collar bone met his neckline. It was clean and sharp. You tried not to think of your ex, but in comparison he was not as fit as the gorgeous man in front of you. You placed your hands on his chest and felt his pecs, running your fingers down to his abdomen. You leaned up to kiss him again. His lips were so soft and addictive. You could’ve kissed him all night, but your desires beckoned for more. He held you up slightly and flipped you over. As he did he unhooked your bra and you let it fall off your chest. He tossed it on the ground and admired your bare chest for the first time.

“You’re so gorgeous. “ he uttered as your hair fell in front of you.

He pushed it out of the way and cupped your face. He pulled you back down to capture your mouth once again, lightly gripping the back of your neck. Your bare boobs pressed down against his chest, a feeling which you love. Skin on skin, the close intimacy and the feeling of being wanted more than just something to fuck. That’s how your ex had made you feel the last few months when you and him had sex, so being touched, cherished by Joel made your head spin. You weren’t used to it and you could feel your body reacting to the unfamiliar sensations. Joel noticed.

“Baby, you ok?”

You blushed at the nickname, smiled and nodded.

“It’s just been some time since I felt like this.”

“When’s the last time he touched you?”

“I-I mean we would have sex once or twice a week…”

“When is the last time he really touched you though. Made you feel special?”

You simply stared at him speechless and tilted your head.

“You know what, forget about him. Just focus on me. Let me make you feel good like you deserve.”

With that, he decided to be bold and reached for your mini skirt. He pulled it down past your hips and you lifted them up so he could pull it off you. He tossed it on the ground with your bra and his hands immediately moved to cup your ass. He squeezed the pillowy flesh as you moved your hips. You could feel him getting hard under you and you eagerly reached for his belt. His hands moved up to your waist, rocking you more. You undo his belt and he lifted up his hips to take off his pants. He slid them off along with his boxers, revealing his length. It was perfect. Just the right size, the mushroom tip red and swollen. Encouraged by his actions, you slide your panties off and you are both completely bare in front of each other.

He soaked the sight of your naked beauty in, eyes trailed over all your curves and edges. You were simply divine to him, a work of art. He runs his hands back up to your chest, briefly groping them, his eyes completely focused on your face. You grab his cock and began slowly stroking it. His mouth drops slightly as he watched you. He tilted his head back on the pillow briefly, before he looked back up to watch you. His breathing became ragged and you picked up your pace. You start to move on top of him, guiding his cock to your entrance, but he stops you.

“Let me get you wet.” He insisted, grabbing your hips and flipping you again. Immediately, he kissed down your body, worshiping you. “You’re so perfect. If you were my girl I’d never stop showing you how perfect you are.” He muttered in between kisses.

He kissed your inner thigh before he experimentally rubbed your clit. You gasped, your hips bucked in his face. He smirked at your reaction, loving how you responded to his touch. Taking that as a sign you wanted more, he gently kissed your slit. He gave you another one and another one until the little pecks of his lips turned into the sloppy mess of his tongue. It had been ages since a man had gone down on you like this. Your ex-never warmed you up beforehand anymore, too eager to satisfy his own desire and pleasure. Joel knew how to be a real man. His tongue and lips suck and rub at your core. He moved his head too, adding to the friction. You reached for his brown locks, desperately in need of something to hold onto. He hung onto your hips and he moved you against his face. He moaned against your core, eating you out like you were the most delicious meal of his life. He pulled back, out of breath and drunk in your juices.

“Could taste ya all day darling.”

You nodded as he inserted a finger in you, twisting it. He slowly pumped it into you, curling it up as he added another finger. He watched as your face scrunched up in pleasure. He sped his hand up, totally focused on getting you to finish.

“Joel…Joel…Joel…” you chanted “Gonna cum”

He nodded and worked you a bit more until you tightened down around his digits. You came hard, the euphoria rushed through your body like a roller coaster.

“So beautiful oh my god.” He praised, rubbing your thighs.

He crawled back up to you. He kissed you letting you taste yourself. You hadn’t felt this kind of passion in a while, this intense feeling of intimacy.

“You ready? He asked, slowly rubbing your clit again.

You nodded as he lined himself up with your slit. You felt as his cock pushed past your folds and stretched you out perfectly. You gasped and he kissed your cheek feather light. He cooed at you as he slid in, hitting the back of your cervix. You gasped, which turned into a raspy moan that floated from your lips. Joel cupped your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. You two shared in the silence of your pleasure for a moment, taking in how good the other felt. He moved, slow at first then he sped up. He felt so full inside you, and you lost yourself in the sensation of his length. You could have stayed like that all night, the steady motion of his cock pumping into you was pure bliss.

“Does that feel good?” Joel inquired lovingly

“Yes, please Joel I want more. I need more of you.”

Per your request, he gave you more, slightly giving into his own desires to want to ravish you. But given it’s your first time with him, Joel didn’t want a sloppy, lustful encounter. Yet, he picked up his speed, his length now hitting the back of your walls at an almost brutal pace. Joel makes sure to keep checking in on you to make sure you’re okay or that it doesn’t hurt too much. You panted and panted as he continued, gripping onto his waist with your legs, pushing him deeper into you. He moved a bit more then flipped over. You smiled at him, slightly out of breath.

“I want to see that beautiful body riding me. Is that ok?”

You nod enthusiastically, slowly starting to move your hips. Joel’s hands groped your ass, rocking you on him more. He sat up, pressed his lips firmly against yours and held you tight. You started to bounce on him which elicited a guttural moan from his lips. He moved his hand to your hips, looking up at you in awe.

How could anyone not treat you like the absolute treasure you are?

Joel thought and wondered to himself as he held you. He couldn’t believe that your ex-boyfriend would neglect you. What a foolish man, but now he had you. In the exact moment he had imagined. He had you. He moved his hips in sync with yours. You steadied yourself on his shoulders, ecstasy, providing you escape. Your breath hitched as you feel his cock stiffen more inside you. He was close. You didn’t want it to end but then again you had a feeling this wouldn’t be your last encounter with Joel. A few last rocks of your hips and he was spent. He pulled you off him abruptly as he shot his load onto his stomach. You caught your breath, resting your forehead against his. You held his jaw in your hands, settling your hips.

“Joel…” you whispered, the words ghosting over your lips.

“Yes darling..” he whispered back

“Y-you have no idea how much I wanted you like this.”

“I know. Me too, but not just like this. I want you. All of you. Can I please have it?” He nearly begged

Your enthusiasm took over you and you planted a spontaneous kiss on his lips.

“Yes Joel…you can have all of me.”

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orange cat - OP81

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Summary: What happens your neighbour's adorable orange cat starts to pay you daily visits?

Word count: 1k

London welcomed me with its perpetually gray skies and damp weather, a stark contrast to the sunny shores of California I had left behind. As I settled into my new apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness for the warmth of home.

For the first few weeks, I hardly saw my neighbours, lost in the shuffle of unpacking and adjusting to my new surroundings. But one persistent visitor soon made himself known – a vibrant orange cat that would perch itself on my windowsill, peering into my living room with curious eyes.

At first, I found it amusing, but as the days went by and the cat became a regular fixture, I grew concerned. Surely, someone must be missing their furry friend. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I scribbled a quick note on a yellow post-it, explaining the situation and tucking it under my neighbor's door. "Your cat seems to be visiting me often," I wrote. "Just wanted to let you know in case you're worried."

Days passed, and I received no response. I wondered if my neighbor had even seen the note or if they simply didn't care about their wandering pet.

But then, one evening, there was a soft knock on my door.

Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man, his expression sheepish yet friendly. He held a small box in his hands, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting from within.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," he began, his accent unmistakably Australian. "I'm Oscar, your neighbor from next door. I just wanted to apologize for my cat bothering you. And, well, to say thank you for looking out for him."

I couldn't help but smile at his genuine demeanor. "No problem at all, your cat is lovely, I was simply worried you might wonder where he was" I replied, accepting the box of pastries. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Oscar" I replied, introducing myself as well.

"Do you maybe wanna come in? I can make us some tea or coffee and we could eat the pastries you brought?" I added.

"I would love that!" replied Oscar with a warm smile.

From that moment on, Oscar and I struck up an unexpected friendship. We bonded over our shared love for his cat and baked goods, finding comfort in each other in the big city of London, so far from our respective homes. Oscar told me all about his work as a Formula One driver, and I could not help but be in awe of how passionate he was. I, on the other end, told him about the teaching opportunity that got me to move here, and I would often tell him cute stories from my classroom.

As weeks turned into months, our friendship deepened. Oscar proved to be not only a generous neighbor but also a reliable friend. Whether it was helping me fix a leaky faucet or lending a hand with heavy groceries, he was always there when I needed him.

Our weekly movie nights, whenever Oscar wasn't out of the country, became a cherished tradition, a welcome break from our everyday lives. We'd take turns picking films, debating over classics and hidden gems late into the night.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I couldn't ignore the growing feeling in my chest whenever I saw Oscar. He was kind, funny, and undeniably attractive – qualities that drew me in despite my best efforts to keep my distance.

One day, as I scrolled through Twitter during a lazy afternoon, I stumbled upon something that caught me off guard. Pictures of Oscar, smiling brightly alongside a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, surprising in its intensity. I realised then, with startling clarity, that my feelings for Oscar ran deeper than I had initially thought. But it was too late – I was now pretty sure he was already taken, and I had no right to interfere.

Unable to shake off my newfound jealousy, I began to distance myself from Oscar, avoiding our usual interactions and retreating into solitude. But my sudden coldness did not go unnoticed.

One evening, there was a sharp knock on my door, and when I opened it, there stood Oscar, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern.

"What's going on with you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with hurt. "You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."

"I'm not" I replied defensively.

"Come on, don't give me that bullshit" replied a rather angry Oscar. "You've been avoiding me. Have I done something?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability.

I hesitated, the weight of my emotions heavy in the air between us. But then, with a surge of courage, I found myself blurting out the truth.

"I... I think I'm in love with you, Oscar," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "And seeing you with someone else... it hurts more than I thought it would."

For a moment, there was silence, the tension palpable. But then, to my surprise, Oscar stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity.

"God, you can be so dense sometimes" he breathed

"Hum, excuse me?" I replied, clearly offended.

"The girl you're talking about, that's my new PR manager."

"Oh..."

"I thought I was being fairly obvious as to how I feel about you." he said softly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands.

And with that, he closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a heated and passionate kiss, leaving me breathless.

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dinner revelations and reactions- r.cameron (part 3)

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a/n: this takes place in a au where the stuff that happens in the show doesn't happen :)

tropes: childhood bestfriends to lovers, enemies to lovers

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, jj maybank x reader (dw, not for long)

(use of Y/n, and the nickname Bunny/ bun (but i promise not in a weird way there's a story to it i swear it's not just one of those weird smut things))

summary: rafe and you finally confront each other and it doesn't end as planned, neither does you night...

warnings: mentions of drugs and drug use and drinking, fighting, cursing, rafe is a dick, rafe's mental health, reader is going through it, smut (18+)(fade to black a little bit??) , kissing, alcohol, having sex while being drunk (?), drinking, kind of alcohol abuse, mentions of dead parents and sibling, rafe being jealous, rafe is also going through it (and I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe sat across from you, and you felt his eyes on you the whole time. He had no right to be affecting you like this, making you nervous, making you irritated, worst of all, making you feel anything. 

“So, Bunny,” Ward started. “How are your folks? I haven’t heard from them in a while.”

You felt your throat close, and an uncontrollable coughing fit started. Sarah hit your back and it finally stopped, but you excused yourself for a moment, not knowing what to do. You walked to the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, different to the strawberry daiquiri on the table, the one that Rose had insisted on making you. You felt yourself tear up as you thought about your lonely life. The past 3 had been the worst of your life. Coming home to an empty house, having to clean out their bedroom and everything else they owned, having no choice in how they went. A lot of your college friends ditched you at that time too, you didn't tell them what happened and you stopped coming out with them, so you drifted. It was so fucking hard. And explaining it would be difficult too. 

You hadn’t even noticed you’d started crying until Rafe had put his arms around you. 

And then there was the Rafe heartbreak. Your best friend and first love drifting away mere months after you moved to a whole new place, full of new people, and new ways to live. It was unfunny how upset you’d been, not leaving your room (except for going to school or for mealtimes), you almost broke your phone, you were so upset, and you got rid of anything (aside from the friendship bracelet you still wore) that reminded you of him. 

But for just a millisecond, you allowed yourself to enjoy him being there for you. 

Despite promising yourself that you’d never speak to him again when you turned 16 and he hadn’t replied in months, when big life events happened, you’d texted him. You’d texted him when your parents died, when you graduated with honours, when you got accepted into your dream college, and every single time, it always said that he read your messages. He knew what was going on, he knew you needed him, and he did nothing. 

You pushed him off of you and sighed. “Don’t try to comfort me now. That’s not fair,” you whispered, trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“Bun, please I’m-” he started, trying to take your hand, trying to make you look at him. To see the distress he was in, to notice the effect you had on him, to know that he still cared about you. 

“No!” you groaned, crossing your arms and moving further away from him. Thank god they had a huge kitchen. Rafe was always the focal point in every room, he drew attention in from everyone. His charisma, his smile, his looks, everything. Every time you entered a room he was in you were engulfed by Rafe, and it wasn’t fair. “Rafe, I don’t want your pity!-”

“It’s not pity-”

“Well I don’t want your help!” You finally stopped crying, the sadness easing but all that was left in its wake was rage. “I needed you, when I was a scared 15 year old girl in a new city, on the other side of  the country, I needed you when my brother died, I needed you when my parents died, I needed you when I was scared to move to college, I needed you when my first boyfriend and I broke up, and you weren’t there Rafe. But just because I needed you then, does not mean I need you now. You are exactly what is wrong with everyone on this island. You’re a prejudiced, privileged, piece of shit, asshole, drunk, with too much time and money on his hands. Get a job, work for something, for anything.” 

Rafe just stood there in shock. You pushed past him, rejoining the table.

“Sorry about that,” you chuckled. “My parents…” You paused and took a deep breath. “They died three years ago, sorry I didn’t call to let you know.” 

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Rafe sat across from you, and he had no idea what he was going to do. 

“So, Bunny,” Ward started and he rolled his eyes. Bunny had been a nickname Rafe had given you, and it had always bothered him when his dad used it, or when Rose used it, or when basically anyone but him used it . “How are your folks? I haven’t heard from them in a while.”

Rafe watched as your coughing fit began and he knew why. A sense of dread settled itself deep in his stomach and he sighed when you left to get a glass of water. He started getting up, then turned to Rose. “She doesn’t fucking like strawberry darquiri’s,” he spat.

He walked into the kitchen as quietly as possible, seeing how you sobbed with a hand over your mouth over the sink. He couldn’t help but feel partly responsible, and he hated seeing you cry. He felt you stiffen and quiet when he pulled his arms around you, then he held you closer as you started crying more. He’d missed you so damn much. He knew he should’ve responded, even after all these years, even when he fucking yearned to talk to you. But he’d made his bed and he had to lie in it. 

Losing you was one of the hardest things he’d ever gone through, and it wasn’t like his mom, where he could blame external forces, he was stuck with knowing that you being gone was his doing. That he’d driven you away at the ripe old age of 14. He loved you, and you’d left, but he just couldn’t see a universe where someone as lovely as you wanted him to stay, so he left. And he was stupid for leaving, and even worse for not apologising, but he was never known to go back on his word. As he held you, he thought about all the time his dad had said something, had hit him, and he thought about the fact that he could’ve talked to you. He could’ve called and asked for your advice, he could’ve heard your voice.  

And he noticed how your hands stayed on his body, not pushing him away, and he smiled. 

He felt awful for his behaviour. He should’ve been there for you when your brother and when your parents died. He knew he should’ve driven to fucking California and held you at the funeral. Let you cry on his shoulder. He should’ve been sending you supportive texts as you entered college, he should’ve been facetiming you asking about courses and classes, he should’ve been there to tell you that your asshole boyfriend wasn’t the shit. He remembered how he’d gone on a two-day bender when you texted him to say you had a boyfriend. He’d never been so jealous, and he hadn’t seen you in years. But he knew, he knew your spirit and he knew how beautiful you’d grown up to be. He knew your personality and your smile. It wasn’t fair what he did, but he knew this wasn’t about him. So, he just enjoyed being wanted by you, even if it was just for a few minutes. He didn’t deserve you in any capacity, but you still stood in the kitchen, his arms around you as you cried. 

You pushed him off of you and sighed. “Don’t try to comfort me now. That’s not fair,” you whispered. And the moment was over, but Rafe still had to try. 

“Bun, please I’m-” he started, trying to take your hand. He needed you to see him. He needed you to look at him, and look at the desperation in his eyes. He needed to explain that he hadn’t felt alive since you’d been gone, and having you here, being able to hold you? It had brought him back to life. 

“No!” you groaned, crossing your arms and moving further away from him. Fuck this huge kitchen, he wanted you closer to him, but he knew not to overstep. He stood at the sink and you paced slowly. Rafe was being driven out of his mind with these mixed signals. This wasn’t fair. “Rafe, I don’t want your pity!-”

“It’s not pity-” He tried to reason, his anger bubbling, but he took a deep breath to try and settle it. 

“Well I don’t want your help!” You finally stopped crying, the sadness easing but all that was left in its wake was rage. “I needed you, when I was a scared 15 year old girl in a new city, on the other side of  the country, I needed you when my brother died, I needed you when my parents died, I needed you when I was scared to move to college, I needed you when my first boyfriend and I broke up, and you weren’t there Rafe. But just because I needed you then, does not mean I need you now. You are exactly what is wrong with everyone on this island. You’re a prejudiced, privileged, piece of shitty, drunk, with too much time and money on his hands. Get a job, work for something, for anything.” 

Rafe just stood there in shock. You pushed past him, rejoining the table. He felt sick. No one had ever called him out like that, you had never spoken to him like that. He stood in the kitchen, and for the first time in years, he cried. He felt a genuine tear fall down his face and he knew he was fucked. 

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You showed up outside John B’s place, wanting to find Jj. None of it made any sense, it never had. Rafe, your parents, your brother, everything. 

“Hey Y/n,” He smiled, opening the door. You pushed past him inside and to his bedroom. “Everything ok?” He asked, following you.

“Do you have something strong?” You asked and he smirked. 

“Yeah,” he reached behind you to a cabinet and produced a bottle of Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka. 

“What’s that?” You asked, looking over to Polish bottle. 

“95% abv,” he smirked. “Strongest out there.”

You uncapped it and took a large swig. Jj chuckled when you had no reaction. 

“Good,” he smirked, then took the bottle off of you and drank some himself. 

The night went on through a haze of alcohol, laughter, and a weird energy in the air, something you couldn’t exactly put your finger on. 

“You tired?” He asked, a smile on his face. 

You didn’t answer, just pressing your lips to his. His hands grabbed your waist as you pulled him down on top of you. You needed to forget, to be distracted for a few hours, for one night to not be inside your own mind. Jj could serve that purpose, and maybe more. You just knew you needed to stop thinking.

“A-are you sure?” He asked, pulling away for a beat as you pulled his shirt off. 

“So sure,” you nodded and kissed him again. He smirked as you desperately pulled at his hair. 

He pulled down your trousers and pants in one fluid motion and he groaned. “You’re fucking gorgeous. All of you.”

He smashed his lips onto yours once again. Next his pants were down and he wax putting a condom on, then he was inside you and fuck. He was big. 

“Jj!” you whined as he sunk into you. His forehead was already laced with sweat. 

“Yeah baby?’ he gritted out, using all of his self-control to give you a minute to adjust. 

“So big,” you groaned. 

“You can take it,” he grunted as he started to move. You were so wet, so tight, so perfect. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and this was a lot better than what he was imagining. 

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You weren’t sure what time it was when you fell asleep, but you were fucking exhausted. You fell asleep with his arms around you, and you woke up the same way, with your head pounding and the uncontrollable urge to vomit.

What had you done?

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[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 16)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, degrading, dirty talk, overstimulation, mentions of breeding, praising

Wordcount: ~3.10k

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Maera whimpered and felt her legs shivering but by know she was so beyond feeling connected to her body that she didn't even notice. She was pushed up on the bed with each of his powerful thrusts while his hand mercilessly tortured her pearl.

Suddenly, after Daemon had pulled out of her, she felt a hand on her hips that turned her body and she was manhandled on her stomach. His breath was hot and sinful against her ear and she could almost hear him smirk.

"You know that's the way common whores get fucked? From behind because they are not to face the highborn man."

His hand grabbed the back of her neck and Maera was pressed into the cushion.

"That's they way I'm gonna fuck you know. Because you're nothing but a filthy whore. And right now I'm not sure whether you deserve to have me look upon your face."

She didn't get the chance to answer because he had set a resentful pace of pushing himself into her cunt, over and over again while holding on to her neck and shoulder. Soon Daemon lifted her up by the hips and forced her to get on her knees which was a bit of a difficulty for Maera because she was so weak on her knees that she almost collapsed at once but her uncle supported her by holding on to her hips and so she managed to stay in the position. That way Daemon had better access to her center and she almost wasn't surprised when he started to circle her pearl again.

In a matter of minutes she came again and this time her cry was muffled by the pillow her face was pushed into.

"Good girl," Daemon cooed and drew patterns over her back.

He couldn't surpress an evil smile when he continued to press his finger against her nub and relished the way her body twitched. She was absolutely sore and exhausted and yet Daemon wanted to milk another one out of her. Of course he sensed the way she cried and tried to beg for him to stop but he wanted just a little bit more.

"You're gonna give me one more, sweetling," he whispered close to her ear so he was sure that she had heard him.

Maera turned her head to the side so she could properly answer him and stared up at him with big and panicky eyes.

"N-No please… S'too much…," she sniffed and gasped at a sharp thrust delivered into her core.

"No babygirl, it's not. You're a big girl, aren't you? You can be brave for me."

Of course he knew exactly what he was doing with this. Playing into her submissive and whiny side so she would be obedient. After more than a year of marriage he knew what he had to say to make her all weepy and doll-eyed for him so that she therefore would do as he told her.

"You wanna be good for your uncle?" Daemon asked her and she nodded quickly.

"Yes… I want to…"

"Good. Then give me one more, Maera. Come on."

His finger increased the pace and thanks to her overstimulated and tense body she only lasted around 5 minutes this time. She clenched around his length, her hands gripped the sheets and yet another wave of relief washed over her until she was completely fucked out beneath him.

Daemon had watched all of it, had taken in every single reaction to what he was proud to say was his work and then decided that it was now finally time for him to finish as well.

His finger left her core at last but his cock continued to pound into her throbbing and sore cunt. Of course the prince was close to releasing as well after having watched his niece coming undone for countless times and so after a few thrusts he groaned and filled her to the brim so he was sure that every last drop of his seed would stay inside of her. He wanted to get her with child again after all and not one droplet of his precious seed would be wasted.

Once Daemon had filled her up he collapsed on top of the girl who by now was lying on her stomach again and he kissed her bare back lovingly. Her hair was messy and sweaty and he gently stroked it to the side so he could kiss her neck. Then he carefully rolled off her and turned her onto her back which she commented with a despairingly whine. Her eyes were closed and she looked so sweet and vulnerable with her swollen pink lips and bruised neck that he couldn't help himself and kissed her forehead.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked and caressed her cheek which made her eyelids flutter.

"M'tired…," Maera mumbled and pressed her head against his affectionate hand on her face.

Daemon fought with himself for a minute because as sweet and lovely he found her right now he had to clean her up before she went to bed. He looked at the way she moved closer to him and then decided to just let her sleep. He had made her go through too much tonight.

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The first things that the princess noticed the next morning were her sore limbs and her aching core. Turning to her other side already hurt her and she wished she could just stay in bed for today. Maera yawned loudly and then slightly opened her eyes to see if her husband was still in his bed. He was.

Daemon was sprawled out on his side of the bed, his mouth partly opened and his breathing steady. She smiled while watching him and then decided to enjoy the peacefulness of her bedchambers a little longer and the girl crawled to her uncle to rest her head on his shoulder.

The motion didn't wake him and so she spent the next hour dozing every now and then and drawing patterns with her little finger over his skin, just so very lightly that he wouldn't wake up. When he finally did Daemon looked confused for a second seemingly not expecting his wife laying half on top of him but it was a pleasant surprise. He kissed her forehead and smirked at her.

"Good morrow, love."

She returned the smile and crouched with her head against his beautiful neck.

"Good morrow. How did you sleep?"

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder while looking out of the window thoughtfully.

"I think I had a dream."

"A bad one?"

Daemon pursed his lips and his eyes fell upon the crouching figure of his wife.

"No. But an odd one. I dreamed that I was at a beach during the sunrise. And I ran my hands through the sand. Then the ground sort of… turned and the sun began to spin really fast and once it had fully turned the scene was different and I was at the Eryie. You know that your father and I used to go there very often as children and we always used to play in the kitchens with all the stray cats there. It looked… slightly different to what it actually looks like but I think it was strongly inspired by it. Only that the cats were ugly with big ears and red eyes. And they had wings."

Maera laughed out and Daemon felt the vibrations of her body against his.

"Well what do you think it means?" she eventually smirked and her uncle chuckled.

"That I… should stay away from ugly cats with wings?"

"Perhaps."

Maera closed her eyes again and inhaled the comforting scent of Daemon.

"Did you have a dream?" he soon asked.

"I can't remember. I almost never can."

He looked like he was thinking and then stroke the hair out of her face.

"We should get up now. Eat something."

His niece sighed loudly but followed his gesture as Daemon lifted her head from his shoulder. Noticing her pouty mouth he swiftly stole a kiss from her and then crawled off the bed to get dressed. A lot slower and lazier Maera did so too but when she stood in front of the mirror and fully opened her eyes she almost jumped.

"Oh gods," she sighed her eyes running over her reflection in the mirror. Her neck and the swell of her breast was covered with bruises and bite marks that Daemon had left last night. She had almost forgotten about it. Now she had to wear something to hide the marks but it would be a warm day so what was she to do?

Daemon who had heard her reaction approached her and positioned himself behind his wife. He smiled crookedly and teasingly caressed her shoulder.

"What is it, little one?"

"I can't let my father see this. Or my brother."

He chuckled quietly. "You can and you will."

Maera turned around at once staring up at him with widened eyes. "But uncle, what will they think?"

Daemon tilted her head so she was looking at herself in the mirror again.

"They will think that you're mine, pretty girl," he whispered and his finger grazed the soft bruised skin of her neck.

"I want the whole of the court to see that it's me you spread those lovely legs for at night. We will go downstairs soon and every person passing us will know that you're not theirs to lust after. Because it's me who gets to mark this pretty neck."

His fingers drew patterns and Maera had to gulp. As intimate and heating his words had sounded, she feared to let her father and Aegon see her like that. What if they would ask questions or worry about her? Daemon knew all too well that her brother wasn't smitten about their union and now he wanted to further provoke him by showing her off to the whole court in this state? He kissed her hair and then stepped away from her.

"You should get dressed now. And don't worry too much, sweetling. I could tell you stories about your dear father…," he smiled evily and Maera squeezed her eyes.

"Oh gods, please no."

He laughed out while putting his belt on. "He truly once was one lusty boy."

"Please spare me, Daemon, I mean it," she cried out and then started to dress herself in a lovely light-blue gown.

Considering the circumstances it exposed too much skin for her liking, but Maera knew that her husband wouldn't like it if she asked for something covering more of her marks so she kept her mouth shut. Once they were both fully dressed he ran his eyes from her brow down to her feet and the satisfied smile on his face made her feel both nervous and heated.

"I'm ready," she breathed though she wasn't sure if it was the truth.

"Then we shall go," Daemon said and walked to the door beside her.

They went down to the chambers of the king to dine with him and were greeted by two knights who guarded the door and who were too professional to even give Maera a second glance. Perhaps she was just too dramatic, she thought. There were more important things in this world than some bite marks on her neck and therefore what she and Daemon were doing when they were being intimate with each other. Seven hells, the world didn't turn around her, Maera thought and felt very stupid and childish suddenly.

The guards opened the door for the couple and they entered. The king was already seated in the middle of the table and was just chewing on a slice of bread when he raised his head to identify the disturbers. There was no trace of Aegon, Maera noticed. Viserys smiled and put the bread down on his plate.

"Good morrow. Forgive me for not waiting for you with breakfast, but after last night I had to get something into my stomach. I drank a little more than was good for me."

He chuckled and Daemon and his wife came closer to sit down as well. That was the moment when Maera could see a change in her father's face. His eyes were on her neck for a brief second and she could tell that he understood in an instance.

With a grim expression he took the bread again to take another bite and Maera's uncle next to her didn't seem to realize any of this. He had just taken an apple and now poured himself some water.

"Did you sleep well, brother?" he asked and Viserys nodded though he still seemed troubled.

He was overwhelmed and didn't know how to handle the situation. Or did he have to handle it at all? He was Maera's father after all and felt obligated to look after her. He had seen the way his brother had ordered her around the other night at the feast and it had made him feel a little concerned. And now this? Viserys at least had to check on her, just in order to feel a little more reassured. But he would do it after breakfast when he could have a moment alone with her. He didn't exactly know what kind of result he was aiming for but perhaps he would find out.

That was why once everyone had finished their meal Viserys stood up and smiled at his brother and daughter.

"Maera. Could we have a word, please?"

She returned the friendly smile and glared at Daemon for a brief moment.

"Yes, sure."

Her husband lifted his eyebrows but didn't intervene so a minute later Maera and her father were left alone in the room.

"What is it, father?" she asked and now her nervousity was clearly visible in the way she nibbled at her thumb.

"Well, it's just…," he began and then exhaled deeply. "Does he… Does Daemon treat you well?"

Maera widened her eyes and she interwined her fingers.

"Yes. Of course he does."

Viserys rested a hand on the backrest of his chair and gave her a suspicious look.

"I mean I obviously noticed… you know… what your neck looks like today and I can't think of another explanation except for… that Daemon did it."

Maera gulped and wished she was swallowed by the ground.

"It's fine, father, I promise."

"I'm just concerned, daughter," he said seriously and walked towards her to grab her shoulder.

"I know my brother and I also saw how he talked to you last night. I just… I just wanna make sure that he's not too harsh with you."

She breathed deeply. "There's not reason for you to be concerned. Daemon is… strict sometimes but he doesn't hurt me."

She was actually convinced of saying the truth because yes, he did hurt her sometimes but not in a way that she found painful. It physically might hurt when he forced her to release over and over again until she was all sore but Maera wouldn't want him to do it any differently.

"Should I perhaps talk to him some time?" Viserys now asked and she mentally rolled her eyes.

"No. As I said, everything is fine. I would tell you if it wasn't, father."

The king dropped his shoulders but still didn't look fully relieved.

"He really cares about me. And he wants to protect me."

"I'm not doubting that, Maera. It's merely the way he talks to you. The way he seemingly touches you."

She shook her head determindely and squeezed his hand a few times.

"Don't worry about it. Please. I'm grown up, I can take care of myself and Daemon is a good and loving husband to me."

Gods, she really had better things to do with her time than talk to her father about her and his brother's activities during the night. Viserys still looked a little doubtful but he nodded slowly.

"If you say so… But you do know that you can come to me when something or someone is bothering you, right?"

"I know," she smiled. "And I'm very grateful for it."

Maera seemed to be dismissed now because Viserys turned his back to her and she felt eased as she walked out of the room.

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Daemon watched her with small eyes when she opened the door of their chambers and wasted no time in asking her about the mysterious conversation between her and his brother.

"What did he want?"

Maera shook her head despite knowing that he would get it out of her anyway.

"Doesn't matter…," she mumbled.

"Tell me," Daemon insisted and his niece sighed.

"You don't wanna know."

"I do. Now."

She sank down on the chair feeling exhausted although the day had only just started and met his piercing gaze.

"He asked me about us. And about… this of course."

She pointed to her neck and a smirk played around Daemon's lips.

"He did?"

"It's not funny. It was embarrassing and… strange."

Her uncle chuckled and crossed his arms in front of him.

"What did he ask?"

"He asked me whether you treat me well."

Her voice had gotten quiet and uncertain and now even her ever so playful and sarcastic husband looked curious.

"And what did you say?"

Maera lowered her gaze and stared at her fingers.

"I said that you treat me well, of course. And that he doesn't need to worry."

As she didn't immediately get an answer Maera searched for his eyes and awaited his response.

"Good," he eventually whispered lowly.

He didn't add anything else which she took for a sign that the conversation about this topic was over now so she exhaled.

"What are your plans for today?"

Daemon pouted his lips thoughtfully.

"I'll go to Caraxes. I've neglected him a little recently. What about you?"

"I'd like to go to the market with Julvra, if that's fine with you. She asked me if I wanted to come and see something of the city."

Daemon frowned but graciously tilted his head.

"Fine. But you won't do anything stupid. You'll listen to what your septa says, you won't talk to any stupid knight or servant and I don't want you to give them any reason to look at you longer than necessary, have I made myself clear?"

Maera nodded quickly and grabbed his hand. "Yes. Of course."

"I'm serious, Maera."

She smiled but gave him her most honest look. "So am I."

Daemon raised his eyebrows but then pulled her to him to kiss her softly.

"I'll see you later, little girl. Have fun."

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.

Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship

A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.

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(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)

Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.

It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.

You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?

Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.

(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)

The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?

“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”

“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone

“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.

Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.

So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.

As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.

Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.

”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..

Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow

This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.

“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”

Hearing your familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.

“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”

He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you

“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”

Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out

“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”

Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.

“Oh sweetheart…”

He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.

“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”

Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,

“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…

[donttxtathebeach]

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❤️drewstarkey, halieybieber,sofiarichie, and others

Some things take years to figure out. Some people come into your life, and you just know they’re meant to stay.

They’re lived in every moment, every laugh, and every quiet second between us. From the moment we met, I knew you were going to be someone special. But I never could’ve imagined you’d become everything.

@drewstarkey, You’ve been my best friend, my biggest supporter, and now the love of my life. Through all the chaos of the world, the noise, the fame, and the lights of this crazy industry, you’ve always been my calm. You’ve loved me for who I am, not who the world sees, and that’s something I’ll never take for granted.

We’ve been through so much together—growing up side by side and now growing in love in a way that feels more like destiny than anything else. You’re my laughter in the silence, my comfort in the storm, and the one person I want by my side forever.

So here we are—no more hiding, no more waiting. Just us and this wild, beautiful love we’ve built. I’m proud to call you mine, Drew.

Let’s make the rest of our story even more incredible. ❤️

sofiarichie Finally, Oh my gosh, I have been waiting for this.

y/n_williams now the group can all go on dates together haileybieber yayaya group dates

justinbieber 😏 hey @drewstarkey drewstarkey 😏😏 eliotgrainge yeah, im not using that emoji

madelyncline Couldn’t be happier for you two!! 😭 This is everything I didn’t know I needed to see! 💛

y/n_williams thank you, my friend

user45 I KNEW IT

user56 no you did not

rudeth Wishing you both all the love and happiness. 💛 You deserve the world

maliah_williams I'm so glad that it's him, Jodi, and I have been waiting for this moment!

mommastarkey our babies are perfect for one another

zoëkravitz This is what love should look like. I’m here for all of it 💫❤️

usre65 THIS IS IT. THE LOVE STORY I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO SEE. Drew and Y/N are the real definition of true love

user7 I’m over here sobbing. 😭 You guys are the most beautiful couple EVER!! Cheers to you!

drewstarkey How did I get so lucky? . You’ve been my best friend, my everything, and now... the love of my life. I never thought I’d find someone who makes me laugh this hard, calms me down this easily, and knows my heart better than I do. You’re the dream, Y/N. ❤️

y/n_williams stop it drew now im crying

brooke_starkey little Brooke knew what she was doing; she saw the potential big time.

y/n_williams yeah yeah, pat yourself on the back

gigihadid Can’t even handle this. You two were made for each other!! 😭❤️

mackaylastarkey 🥺 my heart

❤️by y/n_williams

y/n_williams love love love you mack

drewstarkey I love you so much, baby, its insane!

y/n_williams love you too, pretty boy.

y/nupdates OMG OMG OMG

drewstarkey little me would be so proud og 25 year old me right now.

drewstarkey

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❤️by y/n_williams, brooke_starkey, starkeyboy ,and others

Some stories are written in the stars, and some... are accidents that lead to something so beautiful. This one has been written by both across lifetimes. From many conjoined family trips to late-night talks about everything and nothing, this woman has been my best friend, my heart, and the love of my life.

@y/n_williams, you’ve been the one constant in my world—the calm in the chaos, the laughter in the silence. I never imagined that the little girl who once would cry every time we had to play the mom and dad would one day steal my heart so completely. But here we are—grown, evolving, living a love so deep and so real, I can’t even begin to explain it.

To the world, you’re a supermodel, a force. To me, you’re everything. The beauty inside and out, the fierce soul who knows me better than anyone, and the woman I want to spend every moment with for the rest of my life. Who would have thought me falling on you at the beach would lead us here. I love you forever and a day, beautiful! You truly are the best thing that has evr been mine!

sofiarichie hurt her. I hurt you😁. Cute post, by the way!!

drewstarkey thanks…….

y/n_willimas Sofia stop threatening him

sofiarichie no I don’t think I will

user69 stop She is so funny

madelyncline SO happy for you both. The world doesn’t deserve the amount of love and joy y’all are about to share!! ❤️"

chasestokes Bro, I’m so proud of you!! You’ve always been the realest, and now you’ve got the best of the best by your side.

rudeth Honestly, I’ve never seen you this happy, and I’m SO stoked for you two! Real love right here. 💯

jonathandavisofficial proud of you brother. You found someone who loves you, how you deserve to be loved, and more!!

drewstarkey thanks, man!!

user66 YESSSS! This is everything. Drew and Y/N, y’all are perfect together. Sending all the love your way!

y/n_williams THERE WAS NO NEED TO BRING UP HOW I USED TO CRY ABOUT HAVING TO BE YOUR FAKE WIFE.

drewstarkey there really was

brooke_starkey im weak

mackaylastarkey LOVE THIS. So happy for you two! You both deserve all the good things life has to offer. ❤️

❤️by drewstarkey

y/n_wiliams i seriously love you so much

user15 God, i have seen what you have done to others and would like to know when my turn is ?

y/n_williams Well, you’ve got me crying now 😭💛 I’ve never known a love like this. You’re my best friend, my home, and the person I want by my side forever. We’ve come a long way from the days of playgrounds and bad haircuts, and I wouldn’t change a single thing. I’m so proud of everything we’ve built, Drew—and I can’t wait to keep building it with you. You’re my heart, my whole world, and I love you more than you’ll ever know. ❤️

[gotskamstuff]

My honest review of PART 1 (that nobody asked for but I wanna talk about it)

‼️ SPOILER FOR S4 pt.1 (obviously but still a fair warning) ‼️

After watching the entirety of part one I have to admit that I am a bit confused by my own reaction ‘cause there are so many little things that I loved and missed about the show and we finally found back, but at the same time on the overall it kind of disappointed me a little how much time was taken away from the important things and going straight to the point…it was mainly ruined by Topper and Sofia’s storylines, both incredibly boring, repetitive and totally unnecessary.

I gotta say I LOVED episode 1 and episode 5 and half of episode 2, they had me hooked and got me really into the Outer Banks feels from S1 both in terms of adventure and Pogues dynamics, but I feel like half of episode 2 and episodes 3-4 nothing really big happened and there was just a lot of filler scenes, in terms of plot and storyline for the treasure hunt all that happened in 4 episodes is that they found the necklace and lost it, just in episode 5 they actively move forward.

There was so much unnecessary stuff that felt like plot fillers, probably gonna get a good portion of the fandom against this statement ‘cause I know the character got so many fans, but Rafe? The amount of scenes he got with Sofia repeating the same thing over and over was too much in my opinion, it felt like fan service just to get Drew on screen as much as possible. The whole Sofia character and storyline is actually insane to me how much screen time and attention got, no offense but…who cares? It’s kind of crazy that we got scenes of Sofia’s home, family, relationship, insecurities and background BEFORE WE EVEN GOT CLEO’S!

Too much screentime and too much attention to background characters (IMMENSELY background) that the audience could not care less about, especially when it came to the expenses of the main characters story and depth. This goes for Sofia just like Topper and quite frankly also Terrance.

Sofia is a character that we barely saw one season ago for a total of probably 2-3 minutes, now she’s taking up minutes upon minutes and various scenes IN EACH EPISODE and to repeat the same thing over and over again…I feel like one scene would have been enough to understand she doesn’t fit in with the Kooks and therefore she turns on Rafe, also there hasn’t been no built ups whatsoever neither over her or her relationship with Rafe. As i said we barely ever saw this character, why or how is the audience supposed to care or empathize with her? Why is the audience supposed to care all of a sudden about Rafe and Sofia’s relationship? It went from 0 to 100 out of nowhere, from the most irrelevant thing last season to now apparently being the entire storyline for Rafe. There would have been so many more interesting things to see about Rafe’s behavior after his father’s death, how he lost it, how he’s reacting and clearly trying to become the man Ward was, but no it was just “gotta invest and be good for me and Sofia”…none of the things he cared for (and literally went psycho for) were explored with any depth: his family, the gold, the family’s property at Tanny Hill he wanted to keep, how he said he’d seek revenge if anything happened to Ward etc.

Topper as well…did they not get the memo last season of how tired the audience is of his repetitive storyline? He comes, insults the Pogues, digs at John B about Sarah and blablabla, still WHO CARES? And who cares he got a girlfriend or that he has something to prove to her? Who cares that he hosts parties and who cares he was there surfing and causing problems with the Pogues? Who cares about this Ruth girl suddenly beefing with Kie? This has been done and over for 4 seasons now, we could’ve just seen him talk to Rafe once and impress his girlfriend about the investments on the land which is the only relevant thing for the plot.

And I’m probably gonna sound like a bitch here but Terrance as well, was it necessary? I mean, the only good thing about it is that we FINALLY got a tiny little minuscule bit of backstory for Cleo but even that was sooooo superficial. Once again they wanted the audience to empathize with something that was portrayed so minimally. Terrance reappeared out of nowhere without any explanation, told Cleo to comply and died…damn we could’ve at least seen a little more of that bond he and Cleo had, have him be there a little more for a couple of episodes, see him look out for Cleo and save her to empathize a bit more with his death and even find out more about Cleo’s upbringing since it’s something related to one of the main characters, but no.

Sofia, Topper, Ruth, Terrance and I’m sorry but I’m gonna include even Rafe in this list, are all characters that have no relevance anymore for the show and might as well not be there at all, they don’t add anything valuable to this story and just take away time from the plot with irrelevant and marginal scenes that no one cares about.

I guess my overall disappointment is that a lot of the Pogue’s storyline got put too much on the side and brushed off way too quickly for the sake of irrelevant characters who got way more screentime than needed to the point it started getting boring/irritating.

Barely saw Sarah and John B mourning their fathers, not even slightly explored the evident fear of John B turning into his dad that was just blurted out of nowhere by Pope, Pope’s family that’s been a constant in this series is nowhere to be seen, Kiara’s family dynamic and storyline is brushed off ENTIRELY with a 3 seconds flashbacks and with her parents suddenly being at the ceremony without a clue on what happened in between, Cleo’s backstory that was promised to us was just a quick show up in one episode of an old character and one line “he raised me since I was 13”…and can we talk about JJ’s reunion with Luke?

It was probably the most anticipated plot and one of the things the audience cared the most about and it felt so anticlimactic, same thing for the discovery of JJ’s parents. A MASSIVE PLOT TWIST in the main storyline of a main character blurted out like that so casually? Solved in one episode in a handful of minutes of screentime? I was actually getting really excited about the build up towards JJ’s past ‘cause I feel like they were doing a pretty good job with the hints and the subtle way it was getting anticipated that JJ’s mom was the woman who died and then Luke comes back without any type of suspense and in two minutes of screentime “I gotta tell you I am not your father and that wasn’t your mother” just like that, as if the Maybanks storyline isn’t what defined the entirety of JJ’s character and personality. There was so much more depth that could’ve gone into their reunion with mixed emotions and there could’ve been waaaay more pathos about JJ discovering his true identity. It was just thrown out there after 3 minutes on screen with his dad.

Even all the couples and ships, we saw more of Rafe and Sofia’s relationship than we saw JJ and Kiara (perhaps the most anticipated ship) or Pope and Cleo.

I feel like even the whole treasure hunt was moving so slowly and got put in the background, the only real high was in half of episode 2 with the scuba diving portion and in episode 5 when they actually go do something and they are in the catacombs, I’d include Cleo’s kidnapping but once again it got done and solved so minimally and once again interrupted by scenes with Rafe, Sofia and Topper when we could’ve been on the suspense for Cleo.

Personally I think that what people really missed about S1 ans S2 was the Pogues dynamic (which I ADORED so far in part one and this is something that to me made the whole season dear to me, finally they’re back with their essence) but also how action packed the show was EVERY EPISODE, back then it was almost as if each episode was its own mission for every discovery and every adventure they went on, it was a constant “onto the next move” and so high on adrenaline and action around the treasure hunt and I don’t know, it overall felt so slow this time and like they did so little discovery except the necklace and the crown (which was just mentioned).

And I gotta be real here, the reason why I say episode 1 and 5 (and half of 2) were my favorite was indeed because it was PACKED with the Pogues, the catch up to their story, their dynamic, moves being made in the plot with the treasure…and MOSTLY because they had the least interruption from all that Sofia and Topper boring stuffs that just kept breaking the flow of the story with irrelevant scenes.

I know that at this point I’m sounding so negative and believe me, the first person saddened about this is me. I was so excited for this season AND I STILL AM but I gotta admit, I really loved a lot of things (and I’ll probably show my excitement during the wait for part 2 with a lot of things I want to rewatch, theorize about and obsess over) but also I couldn’t get past my annoyance over the superficiality the main characters personal storylines suffered from compared to the excessive importance it was given to background characters.

And once again I’m sure my excitement over the episodes I just watched will probably build up in the wait for part 2 but it’s because I’ll be able to control where to direct my interest and attention concentrating more on the things I liked and found interesting, but I gotta say that my gut reaction on first impact while watching for the first time is that something kept breaking the flow of the storytelling so far (what I just explained about the excessive irrelevant subplots).

Get more screentime and more depth to our Pogues feelings and personal stories…WE DON’T CARE ABOUT SOFIA AND TOPPER!!

[achromant]

AND HERE WE ARE! My project for the gw2 'zine!

Featuring Baruhn, reflecting on his life so far, the challenges, the small sparks of joy, the horrors, loss and gain.

For clarification's sake; I did in fact plan to depict every stage of Baruhn's life, but uuh. File was already too big.

Might do a series of short comics (graphic novels?) though, because i fking love storytelling.

Let's look at my idiotic level of detail a bit, eh?

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Baruhn's story begins in the Plains of Ashford. An unsuccessful attempt to stem the tide of Ascalonian Ghosts leads to the demise of many year-long allies. Dozens of brave soldiers gave their life for a mere week of peace until the ghosts reformed. They always do. Soldiers don't.

Shaken in his faith in the Legions, the first seeds of doubt arise.

Until finally he found someone to trust with his pain. In a tavern at the edge of the Black Citadel, he gets to know this odd fellow, who is continuosly follow by the faint smell of sulfur. Although Baruhn knew where that path led, the warmth radiating from the old veteran in front of him was not only a physical, but an emotional one.

With the Three Legions busy with their internal quarrels, fighting over an empty promise, Baruhn took the first steps down a previously thought to be dark path.

Surprisingly, die Flame Legion was welcoming, their fires offered light and guidance, the embers igniting the skies like stars. Surely this was better than the cold metal over the Black Citadel.

Baruhn took to learning first, handling the small flames with ease after years of throwing fireballs at ghostly shapes. Then, he figured out how to teach, and that is where the real magic comes from. Nurturing a flame, protecting it from harsh winds, adding a bit of kindling and coal here and there. He even taught the more elusive ways of magic that wield smoke and ash.

Baruhn knew about the war, the countless lifes lost on the other side of the fence. But those were humans, and here he was among family.

That is, until he met Molly.

After a small recon mission that was assured not to be much of a hurdle, Baruhn found himself alone in a forest. The small fires he conjured for light and warmth only drew in the nearby villagers. Those with pitchforks and torches, with crude swords and a thirst for blood. He couldn't really bring himself to hate them, this was war after all. But at what cost are these battles to be won?

Trying to escape the villagers was a futile attempt. He sank to the ground, his own hot blood dousing the little flames beneath his weary head.

For some reason - maybe hope, maybe resignation - he forced open his heavy eyes, only to discover his wounds cleaned and bandaged with fragile white cloth. A small human girl, of all things in this damned forest, tried to help. Even in his weakened state, even with just one hand, Baruhn could have easily grabbed her and cracked her skull. But the only thing he did was listen. He listened to the ramblings of the small human, going on and on about faries made of leaves and gnomes of stone. She called him "bear".

When the villagers came, they saw the girl at his side. That was all it took for them to turn on her. She was to be executed like that beast that now slowly stepped in front of her. For the first time, Baruhn spoke to the girl. "close your eyes."

Fire roared, not red, not orange. not a warm, welcoming fire. Not one that belongs in a hearth, that thrives in the arms of a family. This was so much worse. This was years of inner conflict, of doubt, of closing his eyes on the other side of the fence. For the first time in his life, this was the only thing that he wanted to do, protect the little insignificant human behind him. Fire roared, and it burned wood and it burned flesh.

Baruhn picked up the little girl, she held tight to his horns, nestled in his mane. He ran for hours, years of military training finally useful. The little girl, Molly, lost her mother years ago. She burned in the fires of a war she tried to escape. "And your father? What about your family?", he asked between deep breaths. Molly was quiet for a while, then whispered, her voice barely audible, "My father burned today."

They stayed together, for quite a while. He protected her, and she, with her head full of stories, and a book full of dreams, protected him.

Things came, things went. Baruhn rejoined the High Legions, acting as a spy for Ash, keeping an eye on Iron and Blood.

Baruhn ultimately took on his role as Novice, then Archivist, then Commander. He helped during the struggles against Scarlet. A small flame here and there, some shrouding smoke, a well timed lightning strike. It was other people that finally defeated Scarlet, but he was always in the background, with all the small things at just the right time.

Mordremoth came, but with him new allies.

It was but a small tangent in the grand scheme of things. Watching the fragile sapling while waging war on the jungle itself.

Their relation was something more than friendship, something else than love. They were there for each other when they needed to be. Be it only to keep a flame burning or to banish the voices to the back of the head again, they walked the same path for a long time.

Tarir, the Egg. Aurene. A new flame entrusted to him, his to nurture, his to raise. A gamble, again. What if that little flame would some day devour the world? But Baruhn did, what he could do best. Teach.

Darker times came. Caudecus and the White Mantle. The raid on the Mursaat's prison. Then facing the last Mursaat himself.

Balthazar came, and in his wake a new kind of fire. A war, similar to the ones Baruhn had seen before, but still different. A war without a cause, war for war's sake. War against nature, against the world, like a child lashing out when there were none to help them up. Maybe Balthazar's flames were not too different from his.

After the festering swamp that Joko was, came the mountain, Kralkatorrik. Death was not a hindrance anymore, not for the Commander and his dragon. The story went as the story goes.

When it came to face the frost, the whispers, Jormag. Everything fell apart. Jormag pried into the deepest, darkest corners of Baruhn's life, dragged every doubt, small as it may have been, into the light. In the ice, every truth was warped, encased in whispers, in lies. It suffocated any hope and planted even darker seeds than anyone thought possible.

It was the spirit of the Raven that aided Baruhn. Even the black feathers of its wings were shimmering like rainbows in the moonlight.

A small piece stayed with him, just a fragment. Nevermore.

After that, the stars themselves. Astralaria.

So many stories that make a life, so many pieces. Every encounter, every step along the way is another fragment of the whole. People are made of other people, that is what it means to be alive.

[redskull199987]

Maybe Mike with a reader who works at the daycare Abby goes to and he has a crush on her, when Abby, shows him who her favorite teacher (?) / daycare worker she likes fem reader pls

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Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request: Word Count: 1.2k Warnings:all fluffy basically. there is literally nothing to say here Summary:You never thought about becoming a daycare attendant, but here you were. Drawing together with a small girl, who told you all day long about her brother. Until you finally got to meet him… Masterlist

You never thought, you’d end up where you were right now. It hadn’t been your dream, nor had it been the thing you thought about when you were younger. It was just never on your page.

But here you were. A daycare attendant in a small dozy city, no one had ever heard of. It had never been your desire, but over the years, you had learned to adore the children who came in while their family couldn’t watch them. You had learned to appreciate the small things. For example when a child told you that they enjoyed playing with you, or that you were their favorite attendant. It always put a smile on your face, to see so many kids being delighted by the simplest things.

And those things often included drawing and sketching with the children. But one kid in particular always asked you to draw with her. The young girl you had come to known as Abby Schmidt always came running into your arms, the second she stepped foot into the daycare. And you always knew you were going to spend the rest of your day drawing with her and other children. Abby often told you about her friends and you loved to ask her questions about them, letting her come up with the most imaginative stories you had ever heard from a child.

“You know, you should meet my brother sometime.”, Abby mentioned one afternoon, while you sat with her on a small table by the window. She had been doodling for a while, but not wanting to show you what it was.

“Yeah?”, You asked with a small smile,”What’s he like?”

Abby looked up from her drawing for a second, figuring out what to say:”He sleeps most of the time. But he’s a good guy. He always protects me and is there for me.”

“You’re right.”, you agreed with her,”He does sound like a good guy. An awesome brother on top.”

“Sometimes he’s annoying.”, Abby said nonchalantly, without looking up from her drawing,”But I think he would like you.”

“You think so?”, you asked with furrowed brows, trying to remember what her brother looked like. You were pretty sure, you had seen him bring her in once or twice.

“Yeah.”, Abby nodded,”I like you, so he’ll like you too.”

You could only chuckle at her answer and lovingly ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it all out of place. Abby gave you a short look of annoyance, before her face broke and a fit of giggles escaped her.

“Now, You finally wanna show me what you drew there?”, You asked, a smile still present on your face.

She nodded strongly and pushed her pens away from the drawing before handing it to you. Your heart bloomed with joy as you realized that it was a drawing of her and you on the small table you were currently sitting at. Both of you were drawing on the picture, a big smile on your faces.

“This is beautiful, Abby.”, You smiled. Abby beamed up at you, before getting up from her chair and walking over to give you a hug. You quickly embraced the small girl, but nearly got a heart attack when she screamed into your ear.

“Mike!! You’re here already!”, Abby shouted happily. She quickly entangled herself from you and you watched how she ran over to a young man, probably your age. When You saw his face, You knew that you had seen him before.

So this was the ominous brother. 

You just looked at the two of them for a second, while Abby hugged her big brother, telling him of her day. You watched her rambling on with a smile on your face. But then you realized that Mike wasn’t looking at his sister. He was looking at you. His low gaze lingered on your face for a second longer, before he realized that he had been caught. 

You swiftly looked away too, an unknown heat rising to your cheeks. What had just happened?

Your thoughts were interrupted, when you heard Abby, calling you over to her and Mike.

You quickly got up and walked over to them. Your gaze was on Abby first as she gave you a wide grin, before you finally looked up at Mike, only to realize that his big chocolate brown eyes were already looking at you.

“Hy.”, You said shily, holding your hand out to him. Mike looked at you a bit perplexed for a second, before he seemed to break out of his trance, grabbing your hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Hey.”, he smiled,”I’m Mike, Abby’s brother.”

“Yeah, I've heard quite a bit about you already”, You chuckled bashfully.

Mike gave you a timid look:“Only good things I hope”

“Well, basically just that you sleep a lot.”, You mumbled, looking to the ground.

“You two are insufferable.”

Both You and Mike looked at each other for a second, before turning your heads to look at Abby with furrowed brows. The small girl looked back and forth between the two of you, before an annoyed groan left her lips:”And? Will you go out with each other?!

You immediately felt the heat rising back to your cheeks and you looked away from the two of them for a second. You could see that Mike wasn’t doing any better. His cheeks were clearly reddened and he nervously brushed a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. S-She doesn’t know what she's talking about…Miss…?”, Mike tried to explain his little sister.

“L/N. But Y/N is fine.”, You explained with a small smile. You didn’t know what came to you, but in a boost of confidence, you turned around to Abby:”Why don’t you go grab your jacket, Abby? While the grown-ups talk a bit.”

Abby gave you a knowing grin before she nodded and took off to get her stuff.

“Once again, I’m sorry about her. She really doesn’t know when to shut up.”, Mike mumbled. 

“It’s alright”, You smiled,”And besides, she isn’t wrong.”

Mike looked at you perplexed, but you only grabbed his sleeve, pulling him to one of the tables. He didn’t protest and you took that as a good sign. You grabbed a small piece of paper and swiftly scribbled down your phone number, before handing it to Mike:”You know, in case you need a babysitter…or someone to meet up with.”

Mike gave you a soft smile, while he put the paper into his pocket:”Do you have time this weekend?”

“I’m off at five.”, You answered, as the two of you walked towards the exit, where Abby was already waiting.

“I’ll call you.”, Mike uttered. You could only nod at him, as you reached Abby. The small girl grabbed Mike’s hand and with a few small goodbyes, the two of them were out of the door. 

You looked after them for a second and while Abby was already rambling on again, Mike turned around once more, giving you a gentle smile and a wave. You quickly waved back at him, before they reached his car.

With a rapidly beating heart, you finally close the door of the daycare. You couldn’t believe it. You had a date on Friday.

[jhuzen]

Hi!! I wanted to make a request if you're taking them right now! (Sorry if you aren't, feel free to just ignore!!((in love with your writing by the way it's amazing)))

My idea is Zhongli with a partner who is very usually very cheery and chaotic but very emotionally closed off. Until they get drunk for whatever reason and sobbing to Zhongli about how much they're in love with him and how he's the best thing that ever happened to them etc.

Basically just very mushy drunk reader.

Anyway, hope you're doing well, make sure to drink water and be nice to yourself!

truth serum [gn/m.reader]

asmsiskdkcmeimcwdc?? not me absolutely having fun with this godsend ask. like. tysm anon. i love it. you have no idea how amazed and happy i am to see this ask. good shit. another big brained anon ftw. also i hope i did it some justice 😭 i really enjoyed writing their chemistry,, it’s so cute hehe

𖦹 a pinch of angst, drinking, alcohol, an attempt at a cute scenario

In all the years that Zhongli has known you, there was nothing short of joy and amusement that you brought into his life. Since the day he met you up on one of the mountains he’s shaped and created, you’ve enticed him and drew him in so effortlessly and he complied, growing closer like a moth to a flame. You were the sun that everybody looked forward to — him more so.

And he wasn’t wrong with his judgment, you gave what you offered. You were the gentle glow and the warmth that radiated on the nights that he’s cold. Always blessing him with that smile of yours — how ironic was it that he was the famed archon, and yet he looked to you and worshipped you far more than anyone in the people of Liyue could ever do so with him. To him, you were the unsung deity, the person that deserved a throne but never needed one, your benevolence exceeded anyone’s expectations and anyone wouldn’t be ashamed to have you.

You are Zhongli’s pride and joy, the only one capable of forging the embers of passion that sweltered within him. You are his everything.

And even with such a kind attitude, you were no downer. You exhibited a form of exuberance that immediately drew everyone in. With that warming smile of yours, everyone wanted to be near you for a chance (though Zhongli still with the characteristics of the draconic Morax would refuse anything closer, you were his even before he staked his claim).

Said exuberance of yours often turned you into a mad riot — a whirlwind of pure excitement that anyone could barely keep up with. Zhongli had to stifle a quiet laugh when he had to come get you from Wanmin restaurant, Guoba scolding you as you tried to beat Xiangling on who can eat the most Jueyun Chilis. You lost to young girl, but Xiangling wasn’t doing any better. You tried to reason out that you were losing on purpose, but with your labored breathing and your adorably red face, Zhongli could tell otherwise.

Often times, Zhongli would get dragged into such schemes, to the point that he has to save you from plummeting down into Osial’s prison when you tried to propose to him to be your lover in the stone forest. It truly was memorable for all the wrong (and right) reasons.

You’ve endeared him when you took the leap of faith and came to him with open arms, ready to finally have him after the long-winded pining, the hinting glances he would give you, and the way the former archon only seems to care about you and only you far more than anyone else.

Being with you was nothing short of delightful. Everyday, Zhongli would wake up to your breathtaking smiles and home-cooked breakfast. You entertained his endeavors and stories that could last for days, even making remarks of your own. You bought him trinkets that ranged from something simple, to something he knew even Tartaglia’s bank would quiver at. You were perfect.

Well. Generously speaking.

By all means, you weren’t a bad partner or a lover, you gave him everything, from the material possessions, down to the intimate moments you and him shared.

It was only that there are times, when Zhongli would be left in the silence of your shared home, he would zone into those moments that were so intimate emotionally and found… that it was only him that ever shared the appreciations, the loving gratitude, and the genuine love that he feels for you. And you accepted it wholeheartedly, only to turn the other way and continue on with what you’re doing.

It worried him greatly.

Even more when his thoughts were proven right as you held him so closely as you and him laid under the shade of the tree, with him comfortably resting on top of you. He could hear your heartbeat from your chest, as he laid his ear on it, quiet thumping can be heard and if he were to listen close enough, there was a timber of kindness and love inside it.

He sighed, content and at peace within your arms, “I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated life more than now…”

“Hm? Why do you say that?” You asked, hands slowly removing itself from his waist as you played around with the strands of his hair. “You’re not dying on me, are you?” You jested and he only scoffed with no malice. Ever the joker you are, it’s ridiculous how he fell for such charms.

“I am merely appreciating the finer things in life. Madame Ping has urged me to talk more about it,” a mere white lie for him to coax out your vulnerability. Madame Ping was far too aware of his happiness now that he has you — she was always the one on the receiving end of his talk of fondness about you.

“Oh? Then what makes you appreciate this life then?”

“Complications are far behind me now that I’m no longer the one in control… everything feels so much simpler yet so intricate,” he looked up at you, chin resting on your chest as he flashed you a small smile. “All of it because now I have you. I love you, [Name]. I would give you all the stars if I could, and slay a thousand beasts to keep you from harm… you are my everything and without you, I can no longer see myself as something…”

He watched with glee as your eyes widened at his words, no doubt taken by surprise. Zhongli can feel it, your vulnerability, ready to bare itself to him with the same level of intimacy as he’s displayed. Just that, and he can be the most content man in the world.

“I— ah, that’s good.”

Zhongli blinked owlishly as you stumbled over your words. Struggled even. He felt your muscles tense up beneath him.

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy, dearest.”

He couldn’t shield you from the way his eyes flashed a smidge of hurt at your response. And you weren’t an idiot. A bit reckless to the point of trouble following you, sure, but you were far from ignorant. Especially to your lover. You frowned a little and tilted his chin up, “Hey now, don’t make that face. I’m glad you’re feeling okay in the life that you’ve been living. And I love you too,” you tried to salvage what you could but even you were aware at how lacking it was.

Zhongli wasn’t unappreciative of your efforts, but he could only nod and stomach the gnawing worry inside him as he felt your lips brush against the skin of his forehead. Surely there’s a way to pry you open, right? There was something holding you back… and he doesn’t know what.

He was aware already that despite how accepting you seem, no one has ever seen you so vulnerable. You were an individual so full of life, but you never once wore your heart on your sleeves. And if people could look past those smiles of yours that are just so full of life, they would’ve known just how closed off you truly are. It was confusing, really, and Zhongli was starting to doubt things.

If he can’t even know your true feelings… then what’s stopping you from suddenly going up and leaving, only to never come back? Zhongli was heartbroken at the thought, he can’t lose you, not in a million years and even more than that.

But how… in Teyvat is he going to pry you open?

“ALCOHOL!!”

Zhongli almost yelped as he watched the poor you crash into the cobble streets of the harbor, jolting at the sight of the infamous Crux Captain on top of your back, with an incredibly huge smile on her face. He grimaced at your weak groan. He knows you can stomach a little pain. He knows that after he watched you confront Azhdaha to help the traveler into coaxing him to give them some materials for something important.

“[Name]!! I’ve arrived with a hundred souvenirs and a thousand more kegs! Courtesy of the rich lady up top, of course.” Beidou cackled as she finally got off of you, helping you up to your feet. “Oh! Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me borrowing your beloved for awhile!” She winked at Zhongli… but from her one eye, it only seemed like a mere blink.

Zhongli tilted his head a little as the look of confusion crossed his features, “Pardon? What do you mean by that, Captain Beidou?”

You dusted off the last bits of dust on your clothing and laughed a little, “Ah, I almost forgot. Y’see, before Beidou left, she told me I owe her a challenge.”

“A challenge?” The former archon cocked an eyebrow.

“A challenge!” Beidou parroted with a loud laugh, patting your back rather strongly to the point that you almost went back down to kiss the ground. “I challenged [Name] into the greatest drinking contest ever! Them against me, of course! It’s finally time for us to prove who’s the one that can hold the most liquor in the world!”

Zhongli looked at you questioningly, and you returned it with a shrug, “It’s what she wanted. And she won’t leave me alone until I say yes. If I didn’t I probably wouldn’t have been able to leave the ship.”

“Like there was even a chance for you to say no!” Beidou laughed again before patting your back and Zhongli’s shoulder, “Alright, I’ll see you in Liuli Pavilion! The booze is waiting and I don’t want my rival backing out!”

You had to rub your back from the soreness and sighed, “Though I doubt she’ll win, you have to admire the captain’s spirit. It’s hard not to honor her request.”

Zhongli stepped nearer and fixed up the lapels of your suit, smiling a little, “You know it’s a rather unfair match, right? While the Captain is amazing, you’re basically impossible to even get drunk.”

“That may be true, but hey, who knows?”

Who knows, indeed — is what all Zhongli could say as he gawked at the many barrels of alcohol that were stacked upon each other. The captain was not kidding, she secured barrels of it even, and the spark of glee that was within her eyes was relatively alarming. He merely tagged along so he can at least help clean up, but now curiosity was lingering at the back of his mind.

He’s never once seen you drunk. Often times, it’ll be him already mumbling about on the occasions that you and him would go out and drink to unwind (often in the company of one harbinger who would always challenge you and subsequently lose). He’s even seen you offer a handicap and drink Snezhnaya’s fire water in one bottle and Tartaglia still got wasted first.

You simply held your alcohol so well. Zhongli figured maybe this was the reason for Beidou’s challenge, to finally outdo you.

And Zhongli would have called it a night if it hadn’t turned for the unexpected.

But before that, expectantly, Beidou was out. She couldn’t beat you, and probably not even a million years. But she managed far more than any other human out there, swigging drink after drink with little to no care, keeping up with you all the more. It was almost inhuman, really, to see her empty the huge beer glass with so much gusto, the accompanying snacks as chasers left to the crew members who were also around to witness their captain’s victory.

And when she finally tapped out, surprisingly, you… you were already drunk.

Zhongli waited in bated breath as you and him were the only ones awake in the establishment. He was positive even the owners had to have dozed off with how long this competition has been going on already.

“Z…Zhooooong…zhongzhong…” you murmured and he was already by your side in a flash.

“Dear? Are you alright?” The concern inside him was quelled as he watched your flushed cheeks brighten even more. You’ve had one too many to the point that you were barely coherent. He was surprised to say the least — seeing you so feverish and so drunk.

“Zhonnnngggzzzzzzzli,” he blinked as you looked up, letting go of the beer glass you had in your hand. “Did I… win?”

“Sure did. We’re the only ones awake.” He laughed.

You raised a wobbly and weak fist in victory, “H….Hhhh…. Y-Yep. D-Das’right… I am the… undefeated champ,” your fist landed softly on the back of Beidou’s head, bonking her slightly with a slurred grin, “Take that… you… sea lady thing…”

Zhongli sighed a little, it was definitely in your fashion to get yourself into this kind of situation. Definitely your style to agree to something as ridiculous as a drinking contest and get drunk for the very first time. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, “I will go get you some water and carry you home, yes?” He said and you nodded.

Only that when he did stand up to get water, you pulled him back down from his coattails, making him sit on your lap.

“[Name], I…”

“Shhhshshshshhh, no. Shush.” You huffed, enveloping his waist with your arms as you buried your face into his chest. He let out a breath, “Shush.” You chided and Zhongli obliged, trying to breathe quietly… however that’s done.

You and him stayed in silence, and he relished in the feeling of you within him. It was a sight to behold, something he will definitely remember for all eternity.

“Zhongli…” you murmured into the fabric of his coat, he only let out a quiet hum in response, playing with your hair like you did with him before. “I love you.”

“I know, dear. And I lo—”

“No!” You suddenly yelled and one of the crew members stirred at your volume, but you could care less. You lifted your head from his chest and held his shoulders, pulling him back a little as you looked at him square in his eyes. “I. Really. Love. You.”

Zhongli smiled a little and nodded. But you cut him off before he could say it back again, “I don’t think you realize just… how much… I love you. It’s ridiculous. I love you so much that it’s soooo annoying,” you drawled and the former archon had to wonder what you meant.

Lucky him that you were going to tell anyway. It seemed as though a moment of sobriety and clarity came upon you, as your lazy slurring left your system while you spoke.

“You… are probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I know I don’t say it much, but,” you hiccuped and Zhongli only then saw the tears cascading down your face, “I really, really, really love you so much. You have no idea how much it broke me when I saw your face before. You looked so sad, Zhongli, so, so, soooo sad. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before, love. I don’t know what came over me, and I—!”

“Oh dear,” an airy chuckle left Zhongli’s parted lips as he watched you suddenly break open the emotions you held in your indestructible dam, flowing through like the tears in your eyes.

“I just— I just… I just!!! I just love you so much, man! Y-You treat me so well and give me all that I hope for!” You wailed so dramatically and Zhongli had to wonder if anyone woke up (he hopes not for the sake of your dignity and that he only wishes to be the only man to see this side of you), “Zhongli, I will marry you. It’s not even a want to do kind of thing anymore, I-I feel like if I don’t have you, I will die.”

It wasn’t even your intention, but soon tears pricked at the ends of his eyes, sniffling at your display, “Let’s hope we do not come to that point, yes?”

You pouted a little, “…Yes… Anyway… I’m… sorry I couldn’t say much… it’s hard for me, I guess,” you confessed and Zhongli understood. He always will for you. “But please understand… that if I also could, I would bring you not just stars but all worlds, that for your safety, I will not just kill a thousand threats but also build the strongest home… I will do it all for you…”

Suddenly, the fears within Zhongli were quelled and sent away as you finally gave out, letting him know that his worries were nothing but anxiety and that he will always have a place in your heart. He could feel his cheeks warm at your proposition earlier of tying the knot, even he couldn’t resist the giddiness that flooded his system at your drunken promise. It was enough for him to know that you still loved him even when it was expressed through a drunken honesty.

“…I love you… Zhongzhong…” you took your final shred of consciousness to breathe out your little declaration, eyes finally closing as you gave into the blissful slumber.

He cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips with a content smile, “I love you too, [Name].”

Zhongli was right about himself when you finally laid your feelings to him so openly. Because right now, he can confidently claim that he is most content man in the world.

[milaisreading]

Wedding nightmare

Pairing:

Itoshi Rin x Reader (hint of Itoshi Sae)

Warnings ⚠️: characters are aged up. Reader uses she/her, there is angst but read till the end, it doesn't end sad! Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Rin for a long time didn't know what exactly his dream was. At first both him and Sae dreamed of becoming the World's number 1 and number 2 players. Slowly, after Sae left for Spain, that dream dissipated and the silly childhood promises turned into nothing. He wanted to crush his brother after he humiliated him at the playground, for stealing the childhood dreams they had and for... for just not being the big brother he knew and loved. Now, at the age of 24 Rin pretty much forgot all the resentment he held for Sae. He had accomplished a lot ever since he entered Blue Lock at the age of 16. From becoming one of the World's best strikers, to playing for a well-known French club, to winning the World Cup, Rin had it all. The fame never got much to his head and he pretty much stayed the same, stoic and somewhat sarcastic man he used to be in his teenage years. Well, he was like that towards the outside world, to his beloved girlfriend it was a whole other story. As much as Rin didn't want to admit that Blue Lock changed him as a person, it was the truth. He entered the project and boom fell hard for the manager. (L/n) (Y/n), Rin sighed dreamily as he remembered the day they met. Just after the 2nd selection started he met her in the hallway as she was helping one of the players. And boy was he whipped! From her looks to her caring personality, everything drew him in and he was determined to get to know her better. At first it was hard, with (Y/n) having a close bond with the players of Wing 5, to them also liking her and to his standoffish personality. But he somehow made it work, he somehow got her to agree to go out with him and here he was. After 3 years of dating, he was getting married. Rin chuckled a little as a blush made it on his face as he remembered the day he proposed to (Y/n). It was a intimate proposal, in the safety of their shared apartment on their anniversary day. He still remembered the happiness he felt when she said yes, hugging and kissing him. Rin was finally at peace. And today was finally the day Rin had waited for so long. The wedding ceremony itself was a pretty small one, only family members and a few close friends.

"Ahhh~ my baby is getting married! I never thought of seeing this day!" Rin smiled as his mother shed a few tears. His father fixed up his tie as Sae stood coldly to the side, glaring at Rin from time to time.

"I honestly didn't think that either of you would get married, with how obsessed with football you are. But it's finally happening!" His mom hugged Rin as his father tried to calm her down.

"Honey, you are being a little dramatic. Both Rin and Sae are pretty young. Who knows, maybe next thing we know Sae will surprise us with a girlfriend he kept hidden." The father teased as they looked at the said redhead.

"You are in a really foul mood today, Sae." His mom noted, wiping a few tears away.

"Yeah, cheer up or else you might scare (Y/n) away." Rin teased, satisfied that Sae never got and never will get the chance to know (Y/n) the same way he did. Sae let out a sigh and looked at the trio.

"I just didn't sleep enough. After all, it's not everyday Rinnie gets married." Sae said, faking a smile. Rin frowned at the nickname, he didn't like it when Sae used it.

"Besides, it's not everyday that a girl like (Y/n) is joining the family, am I right?" Sae asked again, directing the question to the youngest.

"Yeah, true." Rin gave a fake smile back as the parents stayed oblivious to their rivalry over the girl. There was a knock on the door and the maid of honor peeked into the room, nervously looking at Rin.

"Rin-san? Could you come with me?"

"What is it? Weren't you with (Y/n)?"

"I... it is about (Y/n), she has been crying for the past hour or so." She answered back. This caused Rin and Sae to look at her in panic while the parents gave her a worried look.

"What?! Why didn't you call me an hour ago?!" Rin yelled in worry as he walked towards the door.

"Rin, please calm down!" His mom tried to argue and Sae watched him storm out.

"I will go and take some fresh air. All this wedding stuff is ticking me off." Sae sighed and walked out, ignoring his father's calls.

Rin stormed towards the room (Y/n) was in, worry written all over his face.

"Ah! Rin-san, good that you are here! She doesn't want to talk with us." Her step-brother said as he and his wife were waiting in front of the door. Rin nodded his head and told them to go freshen up while he deals with it.

"(Y/n), baby what's wrong?" The teal-eyed man asked as he walked into the room, his heart breaking when he saw her crying. She looked up and flinched when she saw Rin.

"Rin... I am so sorry..." The woman cried out, getting up from her chair as Rin ran over to her.

"What are you apologizing for? Come here." The teal-eyed man said trying to hug her, but to his surprise she rejected the idea.

"No... Rin, I can't marry you. God I should have said something earlier..." Rin felt his knees shake at that, but spoke up.

"Haha... (Y/n), don't joke like that-"

"It's not a joke! I can't marry you... I love someone else, Rin."

The football player felt his heart shatter when she cried out those words.

'No no no... this can't be real. She loves me, she told me that last night.'

"(Y/n), you can't be for real. You told me last night that you loved me." The woman let out another sob and shook her head.

"No Rin, I lied. Truth is, I am in love with someone else, have been for 2 years and he knows it." (Y/n) admitted. Rin felt like he couldn't breath, this couldn't be real! They were supposed to get married, have a family and live a happy life! What was this?!

"And... and who? How did you fall for him?" Rin asked, although he wasn't really sure if he wanted to know her answer. After all, his world was falling apart because of him.

(Y/n) glanced at the person standing behind him and sighed, wiping her tears away.

"You remember the time you couldn't come to Madrid with me?" Rin thought for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization as to who the man was.

"Sae... You fell in love with him?!" Rin yelled in disbelief.

"Don't blame her, little brother. After all, it was you prioritizing your career over (Y/n)'s feelings." Sae spoke up as he walked past him and to where (Y/n) was, giving her tight hug.

"You... you bastard! How could you do this to me?! And let her go!" Rin yelled in anger.

"Rin, it's my fault, don't be mad at Sae. Back then, you just barely ever made time for me and just talked about football. You acted like I was am afterthought, Sae on the other hand... he really made time for me, made me feel special and we kind of hit it off." (Y/n) said, burying her face into Sae's chest.

"(Y/n)..." Rin muttered as he watched the two, realizing what she meant.

'Why can't I move? I want to punch Sae so bad! But my feet won't listen to me.'

"Sorry Rin, but it looks like you will forever be the 2nd best." Sae chuckled, kissing (Y/n)'s forehead.

'No way... not (Y/n)! He can take my fame and talent for all I care, but not her!'

"(Y/n)? Please don't, I will do better, but please don't go for Sae! Please!" Rin begged as tears started sliding down his cheeks.

"It's too late, Rin..." (Y/n) shook her head.

"No! It's not! Please (Y/n)!" The room started spinning and Rin felt like he was about to lose consciousness any time.

"Please!" Rin cried out and sat up on his bed, panting and sweating as he looked around.

"What was... where am I?" The teal-eyed boy thought as he frantically looked around the room.

'This is my room? Was that a dream?' Rin thought as he took his phone from the nightstand. Unlocking it, he quickly dialed a number and waited for an answer. After about a minute, a voice spoke up from the other side and Rin felt a few tear drops fall down his face.

"Hello, Rinnie? Are you alright?" (Y/n) asked, clearly startled from his call at 4 in the morning.

"(Y/n)?! Thank God... how long have we been dating?" He asked, trying to calm his racing heart down.

"What... like a year? Rin, why are you asking me that now?" (Y/n) asked in worry as Rin laid down again.

"No reason... say, did you make any plans for next week?"

"I thought I told you... but we made those plans for Spain, but I have to cancel them tomorrow, since you have to prepare for the championship." (Y/n) yawned.

"Why would you cancel? You told me you wanted to visit Spain, my championship has nothing to do with it." Rin raised an eyebrow.

"I am not going alone there. I want to spend time with you." Rin wanted to say it was stupid and to go without him, but then remembered the dream he had a stopped himself.

'This is my chance... the dream was like a warning.'

"You are not canceling anything! I am taking next week off and we are focusing all our energy on Spain and going wherever you planed." Rin said sternly.

"But the champion-"

"Screw that! We are going there next week and the championship is in like a month anyways. That can wait."

"O-ok..." Rin could clearly hear how startled she was, making him realize just how much he put his work before her. He will need a balance, he will make this work.

'I will be the only one to make you feel special. I promise.' Rin nodded to himself as they spoke on the phone for the next hour. Slowly Rin forgot about the nightmare and he became calmer, enjoying his conversation.

[joequiinn]

The Dos and Dont’s of Fake Dating | Meet the OC

So, some of you are already in the know that - although my fic is written as x reader - Ice Princess is very much an OC to me, and I've always approached her as such.

Now that Dos & Don'ts is over, I thought it might be fun to finally introduce my dear Cassandra Masters to the world! Buckle up for a long post everyone~

Further Info About Cassandra

Remember in chapter 15 when Ice Princess chose the name Elvira for her d&d character? Well, that was my way of referencing the fact that my beloved Mistress of the Dark is where I got Cass's name from (Elvira is a stage name, and the incredible actress behind her is Cassandra Peterson!)

Eddie is the only person allowed to call her Cass, and if anyone else tries using the nickname they may face her wrath. She LOATHES being called Cassie, something I imagine her old friends used to do just to annoy her.

Although I decided on Katharine Isabelle as Cass's face claim (solely because she served CUNT in Ginger Snaps), I actually drew inspiration from many women, and even in my head Cass doesn't look like any one person in particular. Others who inspired her look include Jennifer Connelly, Jane Seymour, Emmanuelle Beart, Daniela Melchoir, and Ornella Muti. As for characters, I often pictured Heather Duke from Heathers and Dana from Batman Beyond for inspiration as well.

What Didn't Make It Into the Fic

As mentioned in chapter 14, Cass's first kiss was with Steve Harrington at a party when she was about 12 years old. In my happy little AU where bad things never happen in ST4, they become friends after the initial shock of discovering Cass is dating Eddie and Steve is friends with the Freshmen.

Cass falls in love with d&d, and she attends most of the game sessions.

Once Cassandra starts spending more time at the Munson house, she becomes close with Max after recognizing her from school. Max isn't interested in making new friends - considering that she's still grieving from ST3, but Cass wins her over. Cass unintentionally takes on something of a big sister role for Max.

If life worked a little differently, Cass and Chrissy would've become friends.

After graduation, Cass and Janet start to hang out again - Cass then tries to get Janet and Gareth together (they end up having a lil fling later that year, though who knows where it'll go).

Just Some Fun Facts

In my early drafts - before I settled on the fake dating trope - I had the idea that Cassandra always had a crush on Eddie. I always knew she was going to be a popular, bitchy rich girl, but she was more blatantly drawn to the "bad boy." As I developed the story and plot further, I flipped their roles, and instead it became Eddie who was always a little into Cass.

I knew almost from the start that I wanted Cass to be into figure skating, even before I determined anything else about her (name, look, etc). I loved the idea of Eddie being paired with someone totally opposite of him, but I didn't want to go the more typical cheerleader route - I briefly thought she'd be a dancer, but then figure skating came to me, and it ended up informing a lot of her personality.

I wanted to give Cassandra more interests and depth, and so I decided to make her a closet horror fan due to my own love of horror. As she gets older, horror definitely becomes an even bigger part of her personality, and, unexpectedly, she eventually stumbles into the job of make-up effects artist for films, photoshoots, television, etc.

Cass knows very little about music, so she'll confuse artists/songs constantly ("Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd sound NOTHING alike, why do you think they're the same band?" is a type of question that comes up regularly, amongst others). She also loves to play dumb about music just to see Eddie get worked up. The one artist she does actively listen to and love is David Bowie, and that only starts up after she sees Labyrinth and becomes thoroughly obsessed.

Cassandra definitely gets into witchcraft in the 90s. Pop culture witches of the 80s/90s just appeal to her (or maybe I'm just saying that because they appeal to me).

Could I keep going on and on and on about Cass and Eddie? You bet your ass I could, but I'll spare everyone for now. I'm sure I'll be making more of these posts in the future, especially if I'll be writing more in the future (which I am def planning on)!

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Little Earthquakes - Chapter Four.

Thank you everyone for your continued interest in this little story of mine! I'm very appreciative of you :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 3,793

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Minors DNI!

“Nath? Your client’ll be here in twenty minutes!” Kelsey shouted up the stairs to his flat on Tuesday morning, not able to hear him moving around. It was surprising to her, since he’d usually be pottering around in the shop by that point, kindly having set up her station and Chris’s, too. That morning, though, he was nowhere to be seen. “Gilly! Come on, you awake, mate?” 

She heard the thump of feet on the floor above, footsteps following, the door at the top of the stairs opening. “Gimme a minute. Overslept!” 

That was very unlike him. “Alright. I’m ordering from Subway. You want your usual?” 

Poached eggs with double cheese. “Yeah, yeah. Cheers, Kels. Won’t be long.” He wasn’t either, Kelsey putting in their order and seeing the little bike on the Uber Eats app moving closer towards the shop, Nathan emerging. He wasn’t alone either.  

“So, can I call you?”  

Stuffing his hands in his back pockets, his shoulders drew up, facing the girl with the braids that touched her bum as he shook his head. “Nah, sorry. Not really in the market for that.”  

“Fair enough. See ya.” she sniffed, exiting the shop.  

Kelsey looked between him and the door a few times, pointing in her wake. “Who the fuck was that?” 

“Shanay, I think she said.”  

Her eyebrow rose sharply. “And what happened to Holly?” 

A look of lascivious triumph quickly spread across his face. “She legit got dicked down good, bruv.”  

“Well, obviously!” she cackled, entertained as always when he was coarse since it seldom ever happened. “But I mean, you two looked so bloody cute on Saturday, and now you’re seeing some random to the door?”  

“Is what it is,” he sniffed.  

Oh, who was this person, and what had he done with her sweet Nathan? “So, not seeing her again, then? Holly, I mean?” 

“Never said that, did I?” Wow. That was prickly, for somebody as placid as him, Kelsey a little taken aback. Moving to his station, he began to set up. “I will at some point, but we’re just keeping it casual, seeing how it goes.” 

Baffled, she left it there, shaking her head. She’d been all set to hear him likely explode with happiness that finally, he’d got the girl he’d been so sweet on all the way through school, but his causal response truly wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Neither had the other girl emerging from his flat. Nathan was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a man who could be constituted as a player. 

Also, she knew he liked her, as in more than a casual shag liking her. Nobody knew him like she did, not even Chris. She could tell when her darling Gilly was absolutely smitten, and watching him with Holly three days before, he’d definitely been that. The fact that he’d gotten so wound up by his own nerves prior to her arriving at the bar had spelled that out clearly enough for her, too.  

This change in him, it was so puzzling. It would only continue to perplex her as well. 

When the food arrived, he demolished the sub with his usual gusto, giving her a big, greasy kiss on the cheek in thanks before moving to wash his hands, his first client of the day arriving. When he looked up at her, his jaw virtually unhinged itself. 

“Pissing hell,” he remarked as the woman arrived at the counter. “You look just like that girl from Arch Enemy.” 

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it. “Yeah, people liken me to Alissa White-Gluz all the time. It’s the hair.” She spoke, gesturing to her mane of blue curls. “Right, where do you want me, then?” 

“On my bloody dick.” Her eyes widened, Nathan bobbing his tongue between his teeth with a naughty grin. “Sorry, did I say that out loud? Apologies.”  

Kelsey almost dropped the jar she was moving from one side of the shop to the other, hearing him speak with such little professionalism. And so uncouthly. That really wasn’t him. Chris? Yep. He was vulgar, but never with clients. Luckily for Nathan, though, the girl didn’t seem to mind at all.  

“You cheeky bugger!” she cried, laughing. “I’m going to have to keep my eye on you, aren’t I?”  

His grin continued to broaden. “You can keep whatever you like on me after I’ve finished your tattoo, I’m telling you.” Showing her to his station, she took a seat, Nathan grabbing a pen and beginning to mark out the freehand design he was doing for her, referring to a picture she’d sent to him previously. She wanted a big, colourful macaw parrot at the top of her arm that would eventually make up an entire rainforest sleeve, Nathan sharing ideas he had for it as he worked. And flirted. 

Boy, how the man flirted his arse off with her.  

Sitting at the lightbox station, Kelsey honestly couldn’t work him out. He’d been so into Holly just seventy-two hours before, both of them sitting there looking incredibly in tune with one another at the bar. Why was he blowing it by suddenly switching into man whore mode?  

Then again, he had said they were merely seeing how things went, but she truly couldn’t reconcile that if he was bedding other women at the rate he appeared to be. Surely, seeing how things went meant focusing on the person in question, and not waving one’s cock in the direction of any other pretty women?  

She knew his split from Lisa had hurt him deeply, Kelsey seeing those wounds open and bleeding before her after she’d kicked him out. He’d gone straight to her house, cried in her arms as she’d welcomed him into her home, and lain there with his head in Dawnii’s lap for the evening, her wife stroking his hair as she’d soothed his distress at his marriage crumbling apart.  

Running a hand through her cropped, dark blonde hair, she bit the inside of her cheek while continuing her drawing, her eyes moving to Nathan every so often. It just wasn’t him, and it was beginning to concern her.  

“I think he’s just blowing off some steam, babe,” her wife spoke a few hours later, she and Dawnii meeting up for lunch at the burger place across the street from the shop. Dabbing a fry into the liberal squeeze of mayonnaise on the side of her plate, she continued. “He’s had a rough time of it with Lisa. Maybe he just wants to cut loose and go a little wild?” 

Finishing her mouthful, she washed it down with a sip of coke. “I hear that, but Jesus Harold Christ, it’s just so far removed from my sweet little Nath. It’s the lack of professionalism that’s bugging me. Twice now, he’s been like it. That girl on Saturday and then this morning, his client asked him where he wanted her and he said on his dick!” 

Dawnii’s eyes rounded, her mouth dropping open. “Shut up!” 

“He said it.” 

“No!” she gasped. 

See? Even her wife was shocked. “I’m serious.” 

“But, but Nathan’s my cute puppy boy! He doesn’t speak like that. Well, sometimes he does and that’s why it’s always hilarious when he comes out with something filthy, because he’s just not like that. Not like big mouth in there,” she began, jerking her head in the direction of the shop, Chris working at his station on the right of the front windows. “Saying it to a client, though? Geez. He’ll get a name for himself. How did the woman he said it to react?” 

“Welcoming, luckily.” 

Grimacing, she picked up her milkshake. “He’s only got to say it to the wrong person, though, and he’ll be getting me too’d.” 

How right she was. And it wouldn’t be fair either, because Nathan was the furthest thing from any of those types of men. “This is what I’m concerned about. If he wants to go out and have a bombastic time shagging anything that moves, that’s his business. He’s thirty-four and I’m not his mother. But what he does in that shop is very much my business, Chris’s too.” 

“Agreed, babe. You’ve every right to make that your business.” They parted ten minutes later, Dawnii heading back to her car ready to go and pick up Flynn, the youngest of their children from nursery, Kelsey walking back into the shop. 

“Hiya, can I help?” she asked, seeing a man standing at the counter. 

“He’s waiting for Nath,” Chris spoke, looking away from the very large blackwork piece he was etching into his client’s chest, that particular field of tattooing his speciality.  

“And the erstwhile Nathan is where?” 

Chris pointed his tattoo machine upwards, Kelsey rolling her eyes, turning back to his client. “I apologise, give me a second. He’s probably just run over on his break and not realised.” 

“No worries, love.” the biker guy replied, smiling from beneath his bushy beard as she jogged to the back of the shop and up the stairs. She could hear it from halfway up, exactly what her friend was running over on... 

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck yes!” Issy, the blue haired girl screamed, being piledriven from behind by Nathan in the messy tangle of bedsheets. “Oh, oh I love your cock. God, you fuck so damned hard!” 

He grinned, smacking her arse, driving into her with even more veracity than before. “And you love that too, getting railed hard, don’t you? Dirty girl.” Gritting, he moaned low, filling the condom as wave after intense wave lapped through him, hearing the sound of his door being hammered upon as he swam in delirium.  

“Nathan! Your client is here, hurry up!” 

“Ahh, pissing hell.” Quickly pulling out, he yanked the condom off, knotting it and throwing it into the bin before dressing rapidly. “Sorry, gotta move.”  

“No problem. This was fun, unexpected, too!”  

He didn’t reply to that, leaving her to quickly pull her dress and underwear back on as he went to the bathroom, washing his hands and face so he didn’t stink of her before showing her out.  

“Sorry to keep you waiting, bruv,” he apologised to his client, the burly biker watching the direction Issy walked in, looking back at Nathan with a rumbling laugh. 

“Nah, you ain’t, my man,” he chuckled. “Trust me, I’d have been all over that an’ all, pal!” 

If only somebody could actually chastise his behaviour, Kelsey thought, somebody external to her and Chris and maybe, it might give him a little pause for thought. Ideally, the large biker who had just sat down in the chair would have been ideal to teach him a lesson, the leather kutte he wore denoting him as the president of The Bandits MC. Then again, wild behaviour and outlaws often went hand in hand.  

“Nathan, that’s fucking perfect, man!” the outlaw in question spoke an hour later, admiring the rat skeleton tattoo upon his inner forearm once it was finished, beaming widely as he studied all the intricate details. “Thrilled with it, mate! Hey, listen. If any of you find yourselves over Ealing way, drop by the clubhouse. We run the garage on Beaumont Row. All of you are welcome for a few drinks. Having a meet on Friday, actually, if you fancy it?” 

Nathan shook the hand directed towards him. “Yeah, yeah, ‘kay. Might just take you up on that, bruv.” With him and Chris being free from seven and half past when Friday rolled around, they decided to head over as soon as the latter’s last client had left, arriving at the large garage just over half an hour later.  

“Right, so you’re the geezer who put the rat skeleton on Jeff, yeah?” A very short, but large man spoke upon them being greeted at the gates, the MC’s president ambling over to shake hands with them. 

“Yeah, yeah, bruv. Guilty as charged,” Nathan spoke, thanking Jeff for the bottle of beer he offered to him and Chris each. 

The man nodded rapidly, turning around. “See this ‘ere? Right fucking mess, innit? Can you cover it with sumat else?” 

Examining the very faded, poorly done tribal on the back of his skull, Nathan contemplated for a few moments. “Yeah, I can work with that. Depending on what you want.” 

The man who introduced himself as Denzil wasn’t the only one to approach him and Chris that evening, plenty of other club members all questioning them over availability, being shown their work, liking what they saw. They weren’t the only ones who liked what they saw either. 

“You, you are absolutely stunning,” a girl who had sauntered over to him spoke a short while later, scratching his thick goatee with her long nails, Nathan standing with his arm around her waist. “Do I get to take you home later?” 

He leaned down to her, teasing her lips with a soft kiss. “Maybe."  

“Ay, who’s this fucking man tart and where's me bruv gone, yeah?" Chris remarked, Nathan rumbling a chuckle as his kisses with the girl deepened. He wasn’t about to be distracted by Chris and his banter, but while the girl went back inside to grab herself another drink, he was by his phone. Opening up his Whatsapp, his heart immediately fluttered, seeing a new message from Holly. 

“Saw this today and immediately thought of you! Hope you’ve had a good week!” 

It was an innocuous enough little message, but he couldn’t discount the fact it made him feel as if moonbeams shone brilliance through his chest while reading it. She’d seen something and thought of him, a little Funko Pop of Tony Montana. She was thinking about him. Just as he had been her, ceaselessly too. It might not have looked as if he had to an outsider, given his behaviour, but for the last six days he’d thought of little else but how he’d felt while he’d been with her that past weekend. 

And it terrified him. Equally, though, like a siren upon a clifftop, her song called out.  

“That’s cute! Yeah, week’s been alright. You up to much tonight?" 

A few seconds passed. 

“I went out for dinner and drinks with a few girls from the E-Magazine earlier, but I'm home now in my jammies, being boring. You?” 

“Nothing special. Fancy a visitor?” 

“Depends. Is the visitor tall, sexy and tattooed?” 

“He is, according to you.” 

“Then he better get his arse round here, pronto!” 

He had an Uber booked within seconds, the car three minutes away. “Mate, I’m heading off. See you in the morning.”  

“What?” Chris spluttered through his beer. “Why you being boring and not staying to get wreck up with me?” A suck of teeth followed. “Nah, fam.” 

Nathan laughed, giving him a hug. “Trust me, bruv. I ain’t leaving to be boring.” Heading out of the gates, the car arrived with him in seconds, having him ferried across to Shepherd’s Bush in just under twenty-five minutes.  

Ringing her bell, he waited for a few seconds, the door opening partially. It wasn’t Holly who greeted him, though. 

“Say hello to my little friend!” There in her hand was the little Funko Pop, Nathan laughing as she opened the door wider. “I can’t do the voice like you can, but I tried!” 

“Nah, no way. Didn’t think you’d actually bought him,” he chuckled, taking the figure from her outstretched hand, being greeted with a kiss.  

Oh, the feel, the smell of him. She’d missed him perhaps more than she thought. “Of course, I did! He isn’t boxed because I saw him in a little charity shop in Camden, but I had to buy him for you!”  

God, she was just so impossibly lovely. Sinking into her arms, he let it flood through him, the feeling of calmness for her presence, the smell of that beautiful, freshly cut roses perfume ensnaring his senses. In that moment, right there was the only place he desired to be.  

“Someone’s got a rumbly tummy,” she then spoke as they parted, giving his abs a little pat. He’d forgone dinner, so by that point was pretty hungry. “Do you want some food? I was going to eat again, the dinner I went out for was all that small fancy crap. Tasted great but I’m still Hank flippin’ Marvin, y’know!” 

Ahhh, the cockney rhyming slang for starving. He was very familiar with it, his father a die-hard east end native. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks. Could do with filling the void.”  

He followed her through to the kitchen, the light breeze coming in through the open double glass doors cooling the space, the summer heat quite high still even though it was close to ten in the evening. The garden looked pretty, lots of string lights glowing overhead, a few candles placed on the table she’d obviously been sitting out there at, her sketchpad still present. While she tinkered with pots and pasta, he stood in the doorway vaping, telling her about his day when requested. 

“Flippin’ heck, that’s almost like tattooing a famous person, doing one for the president of an MC,” she remarked, pouring pasta sauce into a pan and turning up the heat under the water in another. 

“I think infamy is closer,” he replied, blowing a plume of sweetly scented vape down his nose.  

He was likely right. “Have you ever tattooed anyone famous?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I have. One of the guys from Slipknot, a couple from some obscure metal bands I ain’t ever heard of before from eastern Europe, did one for Motorhead’s old drummer, too.”  

“Oh, that’s uncanny,” she spoke, uncorking a bottle of wine and pointing to one of the glasses with a questioning look he nodded to. “I was listening to Motorhead on the way home.” 

“For real? Didn't know you were into alternative stuff too,” he spoke, thanking her when she passed him over the large glass of red.  

Grabbing her phone, she synced it to the speakers again and pressed play on her random Spotify playlist, the opening of the song Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple Pilots beginning to filter out. “I listen to all sorts.” 

“My favourite band included.” he noted, nodding at her phone. He then stood there and laughed softly through his nose, watching as she danced her way back towards the stove with a series of seductive wiggles and silly gestures. Yep. Definitely lovely. He also enjoyed how she was confident enough in herself not to bother changing, wearing the little vest and shorts pyjamas set still, her face bare of makeup.  

Ten minutes later and they were sitting at the table outside, Nathan sated nicely for the first big mouthful of pasta. “What sauce is this you’ve used? It’s proper nice.” 

“That’s a Holly’s kitchen original,” she informed him proudly. “Kate’s gran was Italian, so I have access to amazing recipes.”  

“This is better than any Italian food I’ve ever had before, I’m telling you. Didn’t fucking eat it for years when I was with Lisa, though. She’s one of them freaks who can’t stand pasta.”  

Her mouth gaped a little. “And you still married her?”  

“Yeah,” he winced, sipping his wine. “Should have seen that reg flag a mile off, for real.” 

“Well, I flippin’ love pasta, so that’s reason number one why I’m better,” she beamed, Nathan laughing again. 

“One of many, sweetheart.” Moving his plate over, he placed his wine down again, turning her sketchpad around. “Nice to see someone else who enjoys pencils and paper still. I do loads on my MacBook but nothing beats organic drawing.” 

She loved that they had that in common, both of them artists but from two vastly different fields. “Yes, I always start on paper before anything digital on my iPad. Some publishers do prefer the simplicity of the pencil sketch or watercolour, though, it has to be said.” 

“Love that,” he commented, tapping the little sketch she’d been doing of the flowers across her garden with his finger. “Mind if I have a little flip through?” 

“Erm...” she hesitated, but it was too late. He’d landed on it before she had chance to say no. There, two pages back, was a pencil sketch that looked like a black and white photograph of himself.  

“Nah, you drew me from memory?” he exclaimed softly, watching her nod, her cheeks flushing a little. 

“Yep, and now I feel like a knob.” Wincing, she continued to mutter under her breath. She hadn’t meant for him to see it. “Crapping crap on it.” 

“Oi, don’t talk like that. It’s fucking pukka! For real, that’s mad. Looks just like me,” he praised her with, studying it closer. His eyes found hers after a few moments, his face soft, earnest. “I love it.” 

She felt her embarrassment fade a little, but not nearly enough. Picking up her wine, she gulped it back, needing an excuse to go and cringe at herself in privacy for a moment. “Just going to get a top up.” 

Back in the kitchen, she cringed hard while pouring out another glass, jumping a little at feeling his arms slide around her waist, resting his chin to her shoulder. “You’ve got nothing to feel embarrassed about, you know. I really do love that sketch. I think you’re a bit like me, though. When something makes you feel uncomfortable, you like to hide.” 

Yes, he was right there. Now if only he’d actually listen to himself, and realise that running and hiding from how he felt because of Holly was exactly the pattern he’d fallen into over the last week. There she was, a lovely woman who thought about him so much that she remembered such details like the movie characters he could imitate, and duly bought him little gifts to show that. A woman who had him on her mind enough to sketch him.  

And what did he do because he couldn’t get her out of his mind? Dive between the legs of any other pretty girl who’d let him, because the idea of someone like Holly hurting him was terrifying. She turned in his arms, Nathan smiling at her, kissing her forehead before their mouths pressed in sweet kisses, picking her up until she was wrapped around him.  

“Too short. Can’t cope, you give me neck ache having to lean down a pissing foot.” 

“And you’re too bloody tall.” she quipped, stroking his hair. They started at one another with contentment for a few moments before their kisses resumed, Nathan knowing, feeling it. Holly wasn’t Lisa and, in all likeliness, wouldn’t hurt him as terribly as she had. 

If only his mind could truly wrap itself around that notion, though.  

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I know that I have to, at some point, post my Leo Villain Arc AU.

Currently I am in a perpetual state of “Lemme just proofread it one more time-“ But if I don’t post it now, it will never get posted. I’ve been working on this off and on for about a month.

Summary: Takes place after the events of TLH- Leo deals with the aftermath of revealing his powers to the camp. In a confrontation with a few other campers, he finally lashes out and they get a little more than their comeuppance. Frightened by his own abilities, Leo runs away from camp, and Jason and Piper have to find him and stop him before he hurts anyone else- by any means necessary. When the time comes, Jason can’t bring himself to hurt Leo, and he pays the price. Piper has to then finish the job.

Please ignore any plotholes- I wrote it for the angst not the story.

Cw: Talk of suicide, talk of abuse, depictions of self-harm, major character death, blood, swearing, bullying, just all-round nasty stuff- I didn’t hold back on this one.

Word Count: 8,043!!! (Eight chapters in total, but not of equal length)

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Leo has a villain arc AU (Dark! Leo)

I- Leo

Leo was avoiding people.

Okay, so he wasn’t avoiding all people. Jason ate lunch with him on the stands of the Chariot Tracks as they looked out across the springtime trees beyond. No. He was avoiding the other campers. He couldn’t deal with the weird looks they gave him when he ate at the dining pavilion. It had taken a lot of courage to reveal his powers to the others in Cabin 9, his siblings had been mostly cool with it, if a little weirded-out, but the other campers had been less accepting. Nobody had said anything to him yet, but he knew they were all thinking it. He was a freak.

“So, Piper’s been putting her hair up more as the weather’s getting hotter,” Jason said. Leo was only half-listening, but he nodded between bites of his burrito. He appreciated Jason’s company, and he understood that Piper was a big part of his life, but the constant girlfriend talk made him nauseous. Still, it was better than talking about monsters or Gaia or the impending Apocalypse.

Jason faltered, and the conversation stopped when Leo heard the familiar drooling voice and signature vocal fry of Drew Tanaka and two of her cronies. Leo hated that girl. She was less of a threat now that Piper had taken control of the Aphrodite cabin, but she was still a bitter and sneering bitch. Piper had been too nice. If Leo had his way, he would’ve taken a leaf out of the Heathers book and just put Drain Cleaner in Drew’s Hangover Cure.

Jason scowled at Drew as she walked out onto the course. Leo tried his best to shrink behind the terraced seating in front of them, hoping she hadn’t noticed him. But of course, she had. Her two minions sneered at him, baring their perfectly white teeth.

“Well, well, well,” Drew drooled, placing a manicured hand on the railing and advancing up the steps of the bleachers. Her cronies flanked her, one on each side, like an attack formation, “If it isn’t the arsonist.”

Leo’s stomach dropped. Jason snarled in his terrifying raised-by-wolves way. Drew’s friends snickered, but Drew kept her eyes locked on Leo.

“Why aren’t you eating lunch with the rest of the camp, huh? Is it because you know nobody wants you there? Even your dirty little siblings know you’re a freak. I mean, I thought I’d seen the worst of those filthy little Hephaestus kids, but this…” she looked down at him with her piercing eyes, “this is a new low.”

Leo scrambled out of his seat. Drew smirked, like his anger was amusing. Maybe it was, considering how he was at least two inches shorter than her. She backed away, slowly but confidently, as Leo advanced.

“Face it, freak,” She said, “You belong in Tartarus with all the other monsters.”

Leo’s hands balled up into fists. Jason tried to grab his wrist, but then yelped in pain and pulled back. Leo’s skin glowed white hot.

“Leo, stop it,” Jason pleaded, “Don’t listen to her, she’s trying to provoke you.”

Drew was still walking backwards down the aisle of the bleachers, smiling. Leo kept advancing, his body was smoking. His fists caught fire.

“Oooh, fire boy’s getting feisty,” She was walking quicker now, “I’ve done some research on your name, I have my ways of finding things out, y’know. And I uncovered a little secret of yours. Something you failed to mention to your siblings when you told them about your powers?”

Leo’s whole body was aflame now. Drew cackled.

“What are you gonna do, kill me?” Her back was pressed up against the wall of the stadium, an amused glint in her eye, “Just like you killed your-“

And the world erupted in flames.

II- Piper

The first thing Piper had registered was two of her siblings running scared out of the Chariot Stands, yelling something about a fire. Then she had heard the screaming.

She’d rushed in, shaking her can of hairspray that transformed into a fire extinguisher (a gift from Leo). What she saw filled her with fear and dread.

Drew was on the floor, backed up against a wall, shielding her face with her arm. Leo stood in front of her, surrounded by flames. His eyes were deep and dark and maniacal, his hands clenched tightly into fists. He was advancing slowly towards her, Jason stood helpless just out of reach of the flames, pleading with him to stop. Drew was screaming. Piper aimed her fire extinguisher at the scene and sprayed. Foam went everywhere, smothering the flames. When she was done, the bleachers of the racecourse were blackened and smoking, the chairs around her charred.

“Leo, what have you done?” Piper whispered, staring at him in horror.

“My face!” Drew cried, clutching the left side of her face, “He tried to fucking kill me!! My beautiful face!!”

Piper scowled at Drew, and then turned back to Leo. For a second, she caught a spark of pure hatred in his eyes, but then they welled with tears. At the sight of the shocked expression on her face, he seemed to realise what he’d done. His face contorted in remorse, and he tried to take a step towards her, but she felt herself flinch and back away in fear.

“Piper, I…”

Suddenly, the sound of voices made their heads turn. Chiron, and the other campers, led by Drew’s two cronies, were marching into the stands.

Piper turned to Leo.

“Go,” She commanded. There was no gentleness or sympathy in her voice, just a stern coldness, “Run. Now.”

And he did.

“Stop him!” One of the campers called, and began to chase after him, but Jason stood in their way, he kept his ice-blue eyes on Chiron, as if daring the centaur to scold him.

“He’s getting away!” The camper protested. Jason didn’t move.

“Let him go,” Chiron instructed, “Let us focus on repairing the damages.”

They took Drew to the infirmary. She was alive, you could tell by the wailing, but her face was badly scarred. Chiron held Jason, Piper, and Drew’s two friends back to ask them what happened.

“Me and Leo were eating lunch in the stands when Drew came up to us and started insulting Leo,” Jason explained. As he talked, he never broke eye contact with Chiron, giving him an aura of confidence, “The things she was saying- it was like she wanted him to flip out. She was trying to get a reaction out of him.”

“That’s not true!” One of Drew’s friends, Chloe, complained, “Drew just wanted to talk to the boy, when all of a sudden he started throwing fireballs at her face.”

Chiron turned to Piper, “And what did you see?”

“I only came in after Drew was attacked,” Piper explained, “But Leo wouldn’t just explode like that. He’s not a monster. Drew was probably using charm-speak on him to make him attack her- that way she could use it as leverage to turn the camp against us.”

“That’s an unfounded accusation,” Chiron said, “But I’ll admit, I am rather sceptical that Mr Valdez would attack her unprovoked. Jason, what was it she said to him?”

“She called him a monster, and said he belonged in Tartarus,” Jason said, “Then she… brought up the death of his mom.”

“That Valdez boy killed his own mother in a fire and then ran away!” Chloe said, “Drew was concerned at his failure to inform his siblings about that-“

“Because it’s a personal thing!” Jason yelled, “You shouldn’t expect him to give detailed outlines of all the traumatic things that ever happened to him!”

“I’m sorry for not feeling safe with a murderer around!”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!” Electricity crackled around Jason. Piper wondered if he’d gotten taller somehow, but then she looked at his feet and noticed he was levitating a few inches off the ground.

“We should track him down and make him pay for his crimes!” Drew’s other lackey suggested. Chloe nodded in agreement.

Jason glowered at them, lightning crackling some more.

“You’re right,” Chiron said.

“What?” Piper and Jason protested in unison.

“It’s not safe to have a powerful Pyrokinetic demigod out on his own, afraid and dangerous,” he explained, “For Leo’s own safety, we need to bring him back to camp.”

“We volunteer,” Chloe said.

“No,” Jason replied, ““After the way Drew treated him, I don’t blame him for running away. And frankly, I don’t think it is necessarily safer for him to be in a place that would shun him instead of teaching him how to actually control his powers,” he stared at Chiron, but he took Piper’s hand and squeezed it.

“But Chiron’s right. Leo’s afraid. If he sees you two coming, it’ll scare him away, which will only make things worse… But he trusts us. And we know him better than anyone. If anyone’s finding him, it’s me and Piper.”

III- Leo

Leo had lost control.

Dangerous. A freak. A monster that belonged in Tartarus. That was what Drew had called him. And she was right- he’d proven that much. He’d flipped out and almost killed her because he couldn’t do a little anger management. He remembered the terrified faces of Jason and Piper. His best friends had looked at him like he was unrecognisable. They had been afraid of him. Piper hadn’t told him to run out of the goodness of her heart, but as a warning. She was letting him scarper instead of face the consequences of what he’d done. Chiron and the other campers wouldn’t be so merciful.

Of course he had run. He always did. He always will. He had thought Camp Half-Blood might be different, but he’d ruined it like he had in all the foster homes, schools, even with his own family. He will never not be running.

He stared down at the valley beneath him. Camp half-blood gleamed in the spring sun. Next to him, a cliff ran along the edge of the Long Island Sound.

Gods, it would be safer for everyone if he just jumped.

He hadn’t had thoughts like that in a while, not since he was a kid. But he approached the edge of the cliff and looked down. The tide was out. He imagined his tiny body slamming against those jagged rocks, the waves coming in and carrying him away. He could be at peace. And everyone he loved would be safe from him.

No. He couldn’t think like that. He had to keep moving.

He’d kept an emergency backpack in Bunker 9 in case he needed to split. He’d been hopeful he didn’t need it, but obviously he had been wrong. He took it off his shoulder, and double-checked its contents. Inside, he had a spare change of clothes, a refillable water bottle, some cereal bars, a blanket, a map of New York, five dollars in cash, and his second-favourite screwdriver. If there was anything he didn’t have, his tool-belt would provide.

He made the trek halfway to Queens, before it started to get dark and he decided to hitch-hike. He was hesitant to at first- he wasn’t exactly in a position to interact with people- but he needed to get into the city before nightfall. He tried his best not to get carsick as the driver drove down winding outer-city roads.

Sitting alone in the back of a stranger’s car gave him time to think. His whole life, he’d been manipulated by the Gods. By Hera and by Gaia- trying to shape him into the perfect chess-piece for their stupid game, moving him around, bending him into the right piece for 20 moves in the future, toppling over all the other pawns at once. Okay, maybe Leo didn’t really know the rules of chess. But his mom had died as a result of the Gaia’s meddling, in conjunction with the narrative he was being forced into by an ancient being, planning around his future. Was he expected just to sit here and let her?

He’d always tried to do the right thing, never lose control, never get angry. When people gave Leo shit, he was supposed to just take it on the chin and bear it, because if he lashed out-

Well, he didn’t wish the fate of his mother on anyone, not even Drew Tanaka.

But Gods, it had felt so freeing to not have to keep it in anymore. To let it go.

Leo looked at his hands. He could do it again…

No. He couldn’t. But still, something had changed inside. And that terrified him. What scared him the most was how much he’d… enjoyed it. It was exhilarating. He’d fought back, defended himself, proved himself not to be messed with. He’d felt powerful. So powerful, even Jason had been afraid of him. Leo had to admit, the thought made his skin tingle with a strange feeling- not quite pride, exactly, but close.

Leo looked out at the bustling city streets of NYC. His goal had been to get away from Camp Half-Blood. But now, where would he go? This was the first time he’d ran away actually knowing who he was. He wasn’t just a scared little boy anymore, he was powerful. And he had a taste for revenge.

IV- Jason

This wasn’t a quest, Jason had decided. Quests were noble and brave. No. Finding Leo was a wild goose chase.

That kid had experience in running away.

“He’d probably go somewhere where he’d feel safe. Where is safe in New York?” Piper asked.

“Maybe a workshop? Or… scrapyard? Somewhere with machines?” Jason suggested.

“Think. This isn’t the first time he’s run away. Where has he been in the past?”

Neither of them had an answer. Leo really never talked about his time on the run. He’d mentioned a few things, sleeping in a sewer, hiding in alleyways to avoid the cops, eating out of dumpsters. Grim stuff. It had always shocked Jason how much he’d been through.

The Hermes cabin had been their best bet for advice on missing demigods. Travellers. They had told him every possible route into the city, the best places to go to hide. Scrapyards had been a good idea, they’d said. Lots of old cars to steal, things to make. And, for a massively overpowered son of Hephaestus, a lot of fun toys to play with. That was their best bet.

Jason got out a map and circled all the possible places Leo might go. They studied it for a few seconds, discussing which points to systematically hit first.

Piper looked at Jason, a sad yet serious expression in her multicoloured eyes.

“Jason… If we can’t… If we can’t stop him…”

Jason didn’t meet her gaze. He knew what she was saying. He hoped she didn’t say it.

“If we can’t convince him to come home… if he becomes dangerous… you know what we have to do, right?”

His skin tingled with electricity.

“How can you say that, Piper? How can you even think to suggest-”

“I don’t like it either. And, believe me, I am praying that it doesn’t come to that, but if it does… we need to be prepared to make that call. I am prepared. Are you?”

“No, I’m fucking not,” Jason roared, angrily, “You’re asking me if I’m prepared to kill my best friend? No. The answer is no.”

“Jason-“ Piper’s eyes scanned Jason’s face, worriedly, pleading with him to see her reasoning, “You always want to see the best in people, and I love that about you, but I don’t wanna see you get hurt because of that.”

“Leo would never hurt me,” Jason told her, but he didn’t entirely believe it. Something about the look in Leo’s eyes as he had attacked Drew made Jason’s skin crawl. Vicious, wild, and maniacal. Jason had a horrible feeling that if he had stood in Leo’s way, Leo would not have stopped.

He thought about everything that kid had been through. Orphaned at the age of eight, manipulated by the Gods, abandoned by his family, forced to grow up alone on the streets, bouncing around foster homes, treated as a freak by what was supposed to be the only place that was safe for him, and probably a lot more- Leo never really talked about his past, but Jason got the sense it had been harsh and brutal. From what Jason could remember, he’d grown up in the demigod world, fighting monsters and facing death and danger. But the mortal world could be dark and cruel in ways Jason couldn’t even imagine. Subtler, more twisted ways. In a sense, he had been sheltered from that, facing the more explicitly terrifying monsters. Leo had been exposed to those tender cruelties in full force- no wonder he was filled with so much bitterness and resentment. Jason didn’t blame him for wanting to get back at the world.

But would he really go as far as Piper feared?

Jason had to believe he was still worth fighting for. That he was still in there, buried under layers and layers of pain and resentment. That there was still hope.

The first three places were dead ends. Nothing. No Leo.

Dusk had fallen by the time they had arrived at the fourth place.

An abandoned landfill site- mostly cars and old machinery. Heaps of junk towered above them, piles of corrugated iron sheets as high as small buildings. Everything from empty tomato-soup cans to out-of-order JCB diggers. They split up- Piper taking the east side, Jason taking the west. The sunset backlit the mountains of scrap, making the shadows loom over him.

Huge peak, black and huge, Jason thought.

Huh. Since when did he know Wordsworth? He didn’t have that many memories of his past, but he didn’t figure himself a literature geek. He thought about that poem, though. A man being so shocked by the vastness and power of nature that it kept him awake at night- “A trouble to his dreams”. He kind of related that to what Leo must’ve been feeling- terrified by something that was beyond his control. Tempted by the allure of power, only to realise how frightening the reality of it actually was. The poem starts with the man thinking he’s superior to nature- that he can command and control it. Then, when he sees the mountain, he realises his mistake. He realises his insignificance against the vastness of the peak. He realises that it was not him controlling nature, but in fact nature controlling him. He turns back, but the experience scars him. It haunts him for the rest of his life.

Jason shook his head. He couldn’t let his mind wander. Leo Valdez was not an epic poem- he was a scared, lost, and extremely dangerous teenager. There was nothing poetic or mysterious about the shit he’d been through. And comparing thee to a summer’s day would not help Jason find him.

He picked his way through the undergrowth of landfill, searching for a sign of life.

And then he saw it- a shape of a person in the passenger seat of a car. He saw the bounce of the curly hair, the long, bony, twitching fingers tapping on the dashboard. Aside from that, the shape didn’t seem to be moving. Just… waiting.

Jason saw Piper emerge from behind another large pile of trash. He waved her over and pointed to the car. Piper nodded. Jason approached. Leo didn’t look up, or give any indication that he saw Jason. Jason put a hand on the driver-side door and opened it.

“Leo?”

Leo was sitting, facing forward, tapping his fingers on the dashboard of the car. He didn’t answer. Jason sat down in the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“Leo, listen to me,” Jason pleaded, “You have to come back with us. I know it wasn’t your fault what happened at camp- but they don’t know that. You have to come and prove to them that you didn’t mean to hurt her. We can fix this.”

“I’m not going back, Jason,” Leo said, quietly, still staring through the front window, “You can go home.”

“But they’ll listen to you if you come- you can convince them you didn’t mean it. We’ll help you.”

“But what if I did mean it?” Leo turned to Jason, his eyes dark and hard and serious.

“Leo…”

Leo’s eyes flashed with anger, then he turned and looked through the window again.

“I’m not going back,” He repeated, his tone final.

“Leo, I know that you’re probably feeling a lot of emotions right now. You’re hurting. You’re… wait- what’s happening?” Jason felt the car start to move underneath them- inching forward sluggishly over the broken tarmac. Jason turned to Leo, “Leo? What-“

Without a word, Leo grabbed the handle to the side door and walked out of the car. Jason tried to open his own door, but he heard a click. It was locked. How was Leo doing this? Then he remembered during their quest- how easily Leo had deactivated the traps to Midas’ mansion. How he had known how to fly that helicopter just by listening to it. If Leo had some sort of telepathic ability with machines, he would be able to control the car without even touching it. That was frightening.

Jason watched the scene through the front windscreen. Piper was pleading with Leo. He could hear her voice, but her words were muffled. She tried to grab Leo’s wrist, but he shook her off. They were directly in front of the car now- Leo tried to walk away, towards the exit, but Piper was standing in his way. The car kept inching forwards like it was rolling down a very gradual hill. He was close enough to make out what Piper was saying now. Jason could hear her yelling, “Then why did you wait for us here only to refuse to come back with us?”

Leo pushed past her. Piper followed. She reached for his wrist again, but he pulled away, pushing her backwards in the process.

The car crept forward.

“Where are you gonna go, Leo?” Piper called, “What place is gonna take you in if not Camp Half-Blood?”

Leo flicked his wrist, and there was a metal clang! Piper stumbled and fell to the ground, right in the direct path of the car. The hem of her jeans were caught in some elaborate bear trap, scattered among the scrap that littered the floor. Katoptris clattered to the ground and skidded across the tarmac, just out of reach of Piper’s grasp.

Jason realised with horror that the car was not stopping. It began to pick up speed- faster, faster, it was barreling forwards now. He tried slamming on the breaks but it was no good. The accelerator was held down without his foot even on it. Piper was in front of the car. She screamed. Jason knew that she had no time to get out of the way. Leo’s lips twisted into a smile. Jason closed his eyes. Oh gods… Piper…

And then he heard tires screeching. He felt the car skid to a halt. Piper was still screaming. When Jason opened his eyes, Piper was on the ground, the front of the car was inches away from her trapped leg. The engine still revved like an impatient lion, wanting to cut to the kill.

“Promise to let me leave, Jason,” Leo said, his voice firm, “Promise you will let me go and you will not follow me.”

“Leo… don’t do this…” Jason pleaded.

“PROMISE ME OR PIPER GETS PANCAKED!!” He bellowed.

The engine revved again.

“Okay… okay… I promise… but Leo…”

“SWEAR IT ON THE RIVER STYX. BOTH OF YOU. AND SWEAR THAT NO-ONE ELSE FROM CAMP HALF-BLOOD WILL FOLLOW ME EITHER.”

Piper pleaded, “Leo, they’re out for your blood, we can’t stop-“

“SWEAR IT.”

The car inched forward, slowly. Piper caught her breath, and squeezed her eyes shut. Jason tried to get out of the car, but the door wouldn’t open.

“Leo. Stop it,” Jason begged, “This isn’t like you.”

“Isn’t like me?” Leo scoffed, “The dangerous freak is finally showing you just how dangerous and freaky he actually is. Or did you think I was just an innocent side-character? Your sassy comedic relief? You never thought I’d actually do something, did you?”

“Leo…”

“No, go ahead and save the girl. I’ll be waiting off-stage for my cue to be the funny best friend. I’ll tell my dumb jokes. Nobody actually gives a shit about who I really am. How I really feel.”

“That’s not true, Leo,” Piper assured him. Her voice was surprisingly calm for how much danger she was in.

“You don’t really believe that, or you wouldn’t be charmspeaking me, huh, beauty queen?” Leo’s eyes danced with malice, “No. The only person who ever cared about me WENT UP IN FUCKING FLAMES!!!!!!”

The car sped backwards, away from Piper. The tires screeched on the tarmac. Then it proceeded to drive towards her, picking up speed. Jason did the only thing he could- he put a hand on the dashboard, and sent a bolt of electricity through the body of the car. Luckily, it did what he wanted, and didn’t explode. It short-circuited the vehicle, giving Jason time to get out of the car before Leo could force-lock it again.

“Leo, I know you’re angry. I know you have a lot of resentment for the world-“

“YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW ANYTHING!!” He yelled, “You had your happy reunion. Both of you. Jason found Thalia, his long-lost sister. Piper rescued her dad. You both have people- family- who care for you. My only family… my only blood relatives kicked me out, cast me aside, and blamed me for the death of my mom.”

“That’s where you’re going?” Jason said, “Back to Texas? To get revenge on your Aunt?”

Leo said nothing. That was answer enough.

Jason took a tentative step towards Leo, but Leo’s eyes gave him one quick flash of malice and then he turned and darted past a pile of scrap, squeezed through a gap in the surrounding fence, and disappeared. Jason wanted to bolt after him, but he couldn’t leave Piper. He walked over to her and examined where the fabric of her jeans had been caught in the trap. Luckily, the metal teeth had not caught her leg. Jason picked Piper’s dagger off the ground and cut into the denim jeans, slicing off the corner that was stuck in the trap. Piper wriggled free.

“Another perfectly good pair of jeans, ruined!” Piper complained.

“Oh my gods, how will you cope?” Jason replied, helping her up, then he turned serious, “Are you okay?”

“Physically, I’m fine. But seeing Leo like that…”

Jason remembered what Piper had said about Leo, about him becoming too dangerous, and he knew she was right. Leo had just tried to kill them. He was on his way to kill someone else. They had to stop him. Even if that meant…

No. Jason couldn’t. There was some part of Leo still left there. He had to believe that.

“Come on,” Jason said, “We’ve got a rogue demigod to find.”

V- Leo

Leo had done a lot of thinking on the long bus ride to Texas

The ride was meant to take six hours. Leo hadn’t had the money to pay for it, but luckily he had quick fingers. He felt bad about pickpocketing, but strangely not as bad as he should have felt. That filled Leo with dread. It felt like his emotions were freezing over, becoming closed and calloused just like the skin on his hands. Numb. Desensitised. He was doing bad things, making dangerous choices, but he no longer cared. He was going to kill someone, and he wouldn’t even be sorry.

He studied his arms. Scabbed-over cuts, faded scars, bruises new and old.

He remembered the bullies in the foster homes, cornering him and beating him up. Kicking and pummelling him as he crumpled to the floor. He remembered thinking, as he lay there, I deserve it.

He remembered his abusive foster mom, [this is cannon, mentioned in BoO], the look in her eyes as she hit him.

Slap! I deserve it.

He remembered running away, surviving on the streets for weeks with nothing in his stomach but bile. The agony of hunger blurring his vision, making it hard to think straight. Still one thought remained clear, I deserve it.

He remembered the knife in an alleyway, dragging the cold blade across his skin, blood trickling down his arm. I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it. I deserve it.

He remembered the confrontations he’d had at Camp after he’d revealed his powers. They’d cornered him, too. Throttled him and punched him. He’d let them. He’d curled up on the asphalt of the basketball pitch, thinking: I deserve it.

He’d tried to hide the bruises from Jason, but Jason still noticed them. He’d been outraged, shouting at Leo, “You could’ve stopped them! Why didn’t you?!”

Because, Leo had thought, I deserve it.

All these things had left him scars. Every mark on his arm a painful memory of the things that had happened to him. Every single one of them he deserved.

And now…

Oh Gods, what had he done? He had tried to kill his two best friends. He had actually, genuinely wanted to hurt them. Wanted them dead.

What would they think of him now? Would they forgive him? No, he knew they wouldn’t. They’d try to stop him. They’d try to kill him.

I deserve it, Leo thought.

Leo knew he was unfixable. Broken beyond repair. No rescue. No salvation. So if he was throwing his hopeless little life away, he might as well take someone else down with him.

There were people out there who deserved it, too.

Leo clenched his fists in anger just remembering everything Aunt Rosa had done. She had called him terrible names, yelled at the social workers to take him away, turned his whole family against him. She had ruined Leo’s life- abandoned him and left him in the hands of the worst people. She was the reason for all those scars on his arm.

I deserve it.

Yeah, well, she deserves it too.

Six hours until Texas, and Leo had already been awake for the past thirty four. He decided to close his eyes and sleep.

The nightmares came at him, fast.

He dreamed of the night his mother was killed. The low, cold, sleepy voice of Gaia as she told him of what was to come. He remembered the flames caressing his skin as his hands caught light. “They cannot stop me from breaking your spirit,” She had said to him. For years, he had dwelled on that line. For years, he had kept up appearances- kept up the Mask of the jokes and the sarcasm.

He remembered the sleeping face of the woman. Her shifting, dirt-like clothes. He was always the life of the party, the class clown, the comedic relief. He’d made everyone believe he had kept his spirit- that he’d never lost it in that fire. That it was more than just shattered remnants of happiness.

He remembered her coming towards him, advancing slowly and drowsily. He could not let anyone see that his spirit was broken. Not his friends. Not Gaia. Not even himself. Because he believed that if he let that Mask down for even a second, then she’d won.

He remembered the fear he had felt when the door had locked itself. The utter dread that rose in his stomach. Always positive. Always happy. Happy lil’ guy Leo. But the weight of that Mask had been crushing him. Now he’d shown his true, terrifying colours. And gods, it was like a heavy load had been lifted off his shoulders. He wasn’t afraid of being judged. Of bullies. Of monsters. He wasn’t even afraid of Gaia anymore. He wasn’t gonna be weighed down by the need to pretend just because some goddess thought she could control him. She was no different than Drew Tanaka- whispering cruel insults just to provoke him- and Leo had burned her putrid little face off.

He was there again. That night. Fire rose up, threatening to rage and roar. This time, Leo didn’t stop it. He let the flames engulf him and he actually smiled. He remembered the walls of the workshop blackening and crumbling. He remembered the ceiling falling down around him. For the first time, he’d seen that night as a display of his power- he had burned an entire building down at the age of eight, without even trying. He’d spent the next seven years suppressing his abilities, squashing it down, never giving in to the temptation of lashing out. Now, knowing the extent of his powers… imagine what he could do with some practice, maybe some training. The world had wronged him, but he was powerful. And he was gonna get it back.

He remembered the police sirens singing quietly in the distance. The flashing lights revolving silently across the world, washing it in red, blue, red, blue.

He was angry. He was gonna kill her. He was gonna fucking kill her.

Leo woke with a start. He felt the heat in his body rising, and quickly tried to squash it down. Luckily, there was no-one sitting next to him, but the stench in the air and on the leather seats at the back of the bus smelled incredibly flammable. Leo’s skin was scolding hot to the touch. He looked up at the no smoking sign, and chuckled at the irony of it.

Outside the window, the bus was pulling into a depot, manoeuvring into a space. He heard, or rather, felt, the tires underneath him slow to a halt. They had arrived.

VI- Jason

Texas was six hours away. They could get there quicker by plane, but they didn’t have the money for a ticket. They couldn’t even afford a coach, but luckily Piper had a solution. With a quick help from the Human Spark Plug that was Jason, they managed to get the car that Leo had tried to pancake them with up and running. Piper had gotten private driving lessons from her dad in the run-up to her sixteenth birthday. She’d put them to good use when she’d joyridden that BMW. They just prayed that she looked old enough to not be asked for a license.

It had taken them an hour to get out of the New York traffic, costing them valuable time. If they really were on their way to save a life, Jason hoped that getting stuck still behind a taxi cab for fifteen minutes didn’t cost them that. From what he’d heard about Leo’s Aunt Rosa, Jason figured she was a nasty and unpleasant piece of shit. But that didn’t mean she deserved to die. Besides, it wasn’t her that they were trying to save- it was Leo. Taking a life changes someone. He wanted to stop Leo before he went down that path. Jason couldn’t lose Leo like that.

“How’re we gonna stop him?” Jason asked, the long, winding upstate roads twisting before them.

Piper sighed, keeping her eyes on the road, “I tried charm-speak in the scrapyard. It didn’t do anything. He’s too far gone- too stuck in his own head to listen to reason.”

“There’s gotta be some way we can get through to him. There’s gotta be hope.”

“But what if there isn’t?” Piper’s voice cracked slightly, “What if…”

“We’re not having this conversation again, Piper. We’ll find some other way.”

Piper looked like she wanted to argue, but she kept her mouth shut.

They drove for several more hours before they arrived in Huston. Daylight rose up as they entered the city. Neither of them had slept. The streets became progressively more packed and winding as they delved further into the city.

The only question was- Where was Leo? How were they gonna find one scrappy twig of a boy in a big city like Huston?

Luckily, as they drove down the busy streets, a fire engine raced past, sirens blaring. Piper and Jason exchanged looks. It very well might not’ve been Leo, but it was their best lead. Piper stepped on the gas, and they went after the engine. Several cars honked at them angrily, but Piper ignored them. She sped up, going through a red light.

The car skidded to a halt when Piper saw that the firetruck had stopped outside a building. Smoke was pouring out of one of the ground-floor windows, but it wasn’t alight yet. Jason sighed with relief when he saw that a crowd of people- he guessed most of the inhabitants judging by the size of the apartment complex- standing safely outside. No-one looked badly hurt, but there was no Leo.

They got out of the car and moved closer towards the crowd. Nobody stopped them in the chaos.

“A teenage boy,” Jason head one of the residents say to the firefighter, “Stormed into our neighbours apartment. We heard yelling, then we heard the fire alarms.”

“What did this boy look like?”

“He was skinny, looked about fifteen, maybe sixteen- he had dark hair and his clothes and face was covered in dirt.”

Yup, that was Leo alright.

“He’s still in there,” the witness said, “I-I didn’t see him or our neighbour come out.”

Jason thanked the god of eavesdropping on people giving valuable exposition, and grabbed Piper’s hand. Before the firefighters could stop them, they rushed into the building.

Jason ran down the hall. One of the doors was ajar, and thick smoke was pouring out of it. Jason pulled Piper inside.

Leo was standing there, his body aflame, looming over an old woman, cowering on the floor. Leo was approaching her, slowly.

“Say you’re sorry, Aunt Rosa!” Leo yelled, “Say you’re sorry for everything you did to me.”

“Leo, stop!” Piper cried, and for a second, Leo did. But then he shook his head, and kept advancing.

“Say you’re sorry!” He commanded.

“I-I-“ The woman stammered. Leo’s fire burned brighter. Piper rushed forward and grabbed Leo’s Aunt by the shoulders and pulled her out of the way. She pushed her towards Jason, who grabbed her and shoved her towards the door. She ran without looking back.

Leo turned to face him. He was still wearing his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, which was now tattered and scorched and ripped. He glowered menacingly at Jason, fire danced in his eyes. Some twisted muscle in the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, as he sent two lines of flames racing towards Piper. Jason ran and pushed her out of range of the attack, just before walls of fire closed in around him. Heat hit him in the face with an unbearable force. Searing pain. Jason felt the strength seeping out of him. Leo was advancing slowly down the alleyway he’d created with his flames.

“Leo, please,” Jason begged, “You don’t want to do this. Please, I know some part of you still cares.”

At Jason’s pleading the corner of Leo’s mouth twisted into even more of a cruel smile. It wasn’t Leo’s smile- that flash of that playful grin, the mischievous twinkle in his eye, the cheeky little dimple at the corner of his mouth. No. This smile was cold and menacing, and it was disturbing how genuine it was. Leo was enjoying this.

Jason’s skin blackened and blistered. He wanted to cry out in pain, but Leo’s hand shot out and closed around his throat, cutting off what little oxygen Jason had left in the smoke-filled room.

“JASON!!” Piper yelled

It was now or never. Leo had Jason pinned against the wall, but Jason had the physical advantage over him, despite the energy seeping out of his muscles as Leo throttled him. He could muster up enough strength to overpower Leo, bring his sword down on his skull, end it all here. His vision was clouding fast, and Jason could feel his empty lungs screaming for air. If he didn’t act now, he’d quickly lose consciousness. But something made him hesitate. He let his sword clatter to the ground. Leo kicked it aside, keeping his eyes locked on Jason. Jason raised his hand, and touched Leo’s cheek. The last thing he saw was Leo’s dark eyes, cold and cruel, as the life drained out of Jason’s body and the fire swallowed him whole.

VII- Piper

Piper couldn’t see. Smoke filled the room and stung her eyes. She could just make out the vague silhouette of Leo holding Jason up by the throat- pinning him against the wall. She saw Jason struggle, gasping for air.

She called his name.

She unsheathed Katoptris and rushed forwards, but the heat from the flames was too much to bear, so she staggered back. She stood there, helpless, as Leo chocked Jason to death. She saw Jason drop his sword, and Leo kick it away. It skidded to a halt at Piper’s feet. What the fuck was Jason doing, letting go of his weapon? Leo was gonna kill him! She saw Jason reach out towards Leo, then his limbs went slack.

“NOOOOOO!!!!!!” Piper screamed.

Too late. She watched in horror as Jason’s limp body disappeared behind a column of flames. Piper picked up his sword with trembling hands, as Leo turned to face her.

She couldn’t believe it. Jason was dead. And Leo- Leo, his best friend, his closest companion, had killed him.

No. It wasn’t Leo. The man that stood in front of her was barely recognisable as that scrawny kid she’d met at the Wilderness School. His pointed facial features were darkened in the fire-lit room, the muscles around his mouth were contorted into a deranged grin. The look in his dark eyes was of pure malice. That. Was not. Leo.

Jason was dead. Whatever it was that stood before her had killed him. And it needed to pay.

It advanced towards her, but she was ready. She held Jason’s sword firmly in her grip.

As she slashed the blade across its chest, she saw that warped smile falter and for a moment, she caught a glimpse of Leo’s fearful expression. Then the light in his eyes died, and he crumpled to the ground, lying still.

He didn’t turn to dust like a monster.

He just lay there. Blood seeped out of the gash in his chest. So much blood.

Piper stood there as the world blurred around her. She felt someone grab her and rush her out of the building, but it all seemed like it was happening to someone else. The paramedics ran to her side, tending her burns. Firefighters doused the building in water. She replayed the moment she had killed Leo over and over again in her mind- that flash of remorse as the golden blade struck across his skin, blood trickling from the wound she’d made. So much blood. Oh gods, there had been so much blood. How can a body that tiny have so much blood?

She could’ve found another way. She could’ve saved him. If she had just hesitated-

No. Jason had hesitated. Leo had not. And now Jason was dead.

She knew it. In her heart, she knew it.

She knew that there was no hope of the firefighters finding Jason’s body as anything more than a blackened corpse. No rescue. No salvation.

Leo hadn’t been a monster. He was just a scared little kid.

She thought about everything he’d been through, everything he’d seen. He’d done terrible things. He’d let the power corrupt him. Let the anger and the pain take over until it consumed him. He was not controlling it. It was controlling him. He surrendered himself to it, believing he himself was not worth enough to be saved. It was better to submit. Leo could not see the good in himself, so threw himself into his power and let the cruelty take hold. Deep down, Piper knew he was just scared. He was just a kid- a barely fifteen, 5’1, runty little boy. Leo was badly damaged and broken and hurting. He didn’t ask to be born into this cruel world. To lose his mom, his hope, his home, his everything. He didn’t choose this life of torture and suffering. He didn’t want to be a half-blood.

He did not deserve it.

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A few author’s footnotes for the end:

I know Drew is a more complex character than that, but I needed a someone to bully Leo and she seemed like a better choice than to just create one.

I did start suddenly talking about Wordsworth there- I’m a huge literature geek and I really wanted to make that connection. I started writing a mountain and suddenly my brain jumped on the whole “Power of nature controlling you” metaphor.

About the car telekinesis thing- I’m pretty sure in MoA or something he actually moves some gears through a brick wall, just by putting a hand on it, which gave me the idea that he probably could drive a car with his mind if he was angry enough.

Also, I’ve just read the ending of BoO (I wrote this fic while I was still working my way through HoO), and we don’t talk enough about how in the battle against Gaia (also Ik I probably spelt her name wrong, I listened to the audiobooks, ok?) Leo was so powerful his body was actually made of fire- like Jason describes how you could see the flames inside him illuminating his skull!! Y’all say Percy is the most powerful demigod, but nobody fucking talks about Leo!! Percy didn’t even kill Kronos himself, he just handed Luke the knife. Leo DESTROYED MOTHER EARTH!!!! And, as I’m pretty sure mentioned in the story, he’d been suppressing his powers his entire life. Now he can finally let loose, he gets to be actually scary.

And not just with his fire as well- Leo is easily one of the most talented Hephaestus kids with machines, so much that he’s able to communicate with them. I wrote that scene in the junkyard to allow Leo to be fucking terrifying.

Aaaaand writing that just now, I’ve realised that might be my own automatophobia (fear of freaky animatronics and shit) being projected through my writing. Wow, the things you learn about yourself through fanfiction.

Also, everything I wrote about machines is probably SUPER inaccurate. I know nothing about them.

Similarly, I have never been to Texas or even America so I have no clue if any of my descriptions were accurate

Idk why I put “He didn’t want to be a half-blood” at the end. But I think it’s an interesting parallel to the themes explored in the first series with Percy and Luke- to be so wronged by the world that you just want to get back at it. But Luke had been wronged by the godly world, Leo had been wronged by the mortal one (but also by Hera and Gaia).

I’ve wanted to write this fic for a long time, and started getting ideas even before finishing tlh- but it was a post by @malrie that inspired me to start actually writing it, linking that here.

Also ty to @lavenderfairiez for helping me proofread some bits I wasn’t sure about and giving me some advice

This IS lowkey inspired by Shakespeare’s “Othello” (Like I said, literature geek)- a guy goes evil bc of the shitty way society treated him and everyone dies in the end. It’s a great play.

Vague undertones of Valgrace bc I couldn’t help myself, but it can be interpreted however you want. I didn’t ship Valgrace when I started this, and in fact I think I began writing it the day I began writing my first Valgrace fic, which then led me to start shipping them. Most of this was meant to be written platonically, but now I’ve made it a bit gay. Ooopsie daisy.

Also, sorry if you’re crying now. Actually, I’m kinda not sorry. I’m like Rick after writing the end of MoA.

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4296

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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YASMINE I was on the road, fiercely defending my title as if my very existence hinged on it. I've proudly held this championship for nearly three hundred and thirty days, and it has been an incredible journey. Meanwhile, Jey had to surrender his title after suffering a broken arm in a brutal match against Drew. It was a tough moment, and now he's at home recuperating, missing me dearly.

Our wedding was an unforgettable experience, filled with love and joy. Meeting his family was a highlight; they were incredibly warm and welcoming. It felt wonderful to become a part of his family, especially as I navigate my career in the wrestling business.

Today marked the final day of the tour, and I can finally head home after feeling a bit battered and bruised. I suppose that's the price of being a champion. I've missed my partner immensely, and I can't wait to see him and enjoy some well-deserved pampering.

As I sat in my locker room, casually scrolling through my social media, a knock on the door interrupted my moment. I called out for the person to enter, all while double tapping on Instagram photos. That's when I noticed Bianca and Trinity stepping inside.

"Heyy Babygirl!" Trinity said as she gave me a hug

"Hey girlies are y'all ready to go home? Because I am I miss my man," I said sighing deeply while they chuckle at me.

Bianca inquired, "We totally get where you're coming from, but have you both discussed your dream honeymoon destination yet?"

I've been reflecting on our honeymoon plans, and I can't help but dream about Montego Bay, Jamaica. Picture us relaxing on the beach, riding dirt bikes together, and enjoying countless adventures. However, we haven't had the chance to really talk about our plans since his arm injury. It's time to start planning something special.

"No, we haven't discussed on the matter, did y'all have any ideas?" I said as I had seen a grin on their faces

My face turned into a confused one what did these two have planned? Sometimes their ideas scare me, "What?"

"We were considering that you both should head to Montego Bay in Jamaica for your honeymoon; it would be an amazing getaway." I was actually having the same thought—could she possibly be reading my mind?

Trinity remarked, "This way, you can steer clear of all the drama surrounding Melo and Liv. Speaking of him, I heard he got into some trouble for breaching the restraining order you had in place." I nodded in agreement.

"He mentioned that if he breaks it again, he won't think twice about sending him to jail, especially considering what he did to me a couple of months back. They have the evidence ready, just in case he tries to deny it."

"But going to Jamaica doesn't seem bad we both need to be away for a while until he is cleared."

We are actively discussing our plans to make this trip to Jamaica a reality, and as part of that, we've all begun searching for an Airbnb for Jey and me.

✧˚°  After a lengthy drive, I finally arrived home safe and sound. I informed Paul that Jey and I would be taking a week-long vacation to enjoy some quality time together. As I opened the door, our adorable corgi dashed toward me, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"Hiii my little pumpkin, where's your father?" I said while giving her some loving as I shut the door behind me.

I set my bags down on the couch and slipped off my shoes, neatly placing them on the shoe rack. As I made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but smile at her tiny, adorable figure. I filled her bowl with food and poured some fresh water into another. With that done, I headed upstairs in search of Jey.

We moved into my house a few months back after he proposed, and shortly after, he surprised me with the cutest little corgi. She was so tiny and adorable that I felt like I could just melt! We decided to name her Ella. As I entered our shared bedroom, I opened the door to find him lounging on the bed, engrossed in a TV show. It seemed he hadn't even noticed me come in through the front door.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention, and as he turned to me, a smile spread across his face. I approached him confidently, settling onto his lap while he placed his free hand firmly on my hips.

"Hey, baby. I didn't hear you come in," Jey said softly as I leaned in forward to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Well Ella heard me coming in just fine, probably had the TV volume up to high huh? I missed my man," I said while showing him with kisses all over his face.

I heard him chuckling at my affection placing a soft kiss on my neck, "I missed you too baby it was boring without you here," that warmed by heart hearing that from him.

I settled into his lap, feeling at ease, when I noticed Ella entering our bedroom. She attempted to climb onto the bed with us, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable antics. I scooped her up, helping her join us on the bed.

I found myself toying with his shirt as I prepared to discuss our exciting honeymoon plans together.

"Hey Papi," I began, drawing his gaze as he looked up at me. "I was chatting with the girls earlier, and they suggested that we should consider Montego Bay in Jamaica for our honeymoon," I went on.

"That sounds like fun did you already talk to Paul about it?" I nodded my head carefully caressing his broken left arm.

I truly empathized with him when he broke his arm during the match and had to relinquish his title. It must have been incredibly challenging for him to manage daily tasks independently while recovering. However, once he receives medical clearance, he will undoubtedly reclaim his title, and I believe that moment will be a significant triumph for him.

"How's your left arm? You've been taking your medication when I was gone?"

He nodded, saying, "Yeah, my arm hurts, but I'll manage. Now, about our honeymoon trip—when are you going to book the flight, Mama?" he inquired.

"I was going to do that later on tonight so that way we can be prepared to head out in the morning, and I'll have Trin watch Ella for us until we come back, she need some dog friends," Jey was listening to me attentively while caressing his hand all over my body as he gave my butt a squeeze.

I could sense his intentions clearly; the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. It brought a smile to my face as I rose from his lap, fully aware that his gaze was fixed on me.

I figured he might be feeling a bit helpless after his left arm surgery, so I thought it would be fun to playfully tease him by undressing. I understand that it's been tough for him with me away on tour, and I could sense that his desire was building up inside him.

He locked his gaze onto my eyes, his tongue teasingly tracing the edge of his lips as he watched me slowly peel away my layers, revealing the delicate lace of my underwear beneath. I noticed him curling his finger, beckoning me closer with an irresistible invitation.

Did I follow his instructions? No, I didn't. Instead, I stripped completely while observing him lose himself, and as I stood up and stared into his eyes, I started to touch myself.

As he climbed over the bed, I noticed that he was growing erect, which made me grin. I pulled down his shorts and boxers and watched as his large, meaty dick sprung up.

I took hold of it and started to stroke it up and down, feeling him shudder at my touch as I massaged my thumb over his sensitive head and noticed pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

"M-mama...quit...it.." Jey moaned softly.

I just chuckled at him as I started kissing his shaft gently before descending on him and observing his erratic breathing. As I twirled my tongue over his tip, I noticed him tossing his head back into the pillow.

SMUT WARNING I began bobbing my head up and down on his dick while continuing to swirl my tongue around his tip hearing nothing but his sweet moans escaping his lips as I was slurping his dick down.

I could feel him trying to take over but I swatted his hand away holding his thighs down so that he wouldn't thrust his hips in my mouth, I went down on him letting his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Shit, mama,"

"Mhmm," I responded back to him stroking his shaft up and down seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his head I just knew that he wasn't going to do anything since his arm was fucked up—or so I thought.

I went to suck on his balls catching him off guard while continuing to stoke him up and down watching him crumbling underneath my touch.

"Fuckk, mama, you driving me crazy keep goin," He moaned feeling him gripping onto the sheets.

"Yeah? Is this all mine big daddy?"

"Yes, it's all yours mama," that made me smile knowing that effect I had on him seeing him losing control.

I continued to show his balls some loving feeling his dick twitching inside of my hand signaling that he was going to cum soon, but he wasn't going for it he sat upright pinning me down on the bed with his available hand.

He began rubbing my slick folds feeling how wet I am for him and only for him Jey had my legs pinned over my head while he aligned himself inside of me pushing his dick causing both of us to groan loudly while he began giving me his deep strokes that I love so much before going crazy

He wrapped his available hand around my throat while fucking me slowly as I gaze into his eyes seeing him leaning closer to my body so that we could feel each other's warmth placing his soft lips on mine as our lips began moving in sync.

We were passionately kissing each other feeling his dick circling around my g-spot while moaning between the kiss feeling every single inch of him.

"This my pussy ain't it baby?" Jey muttered replacing his lips onto my neck sucking it.

"Yes, fucking, yes this all yours big daddy," I moaned throwing my head back in the sheets just like how I had him earlier.

I held my legs together keeping them in place so that he wouldn't have to do all of the work due to his arm while watching dick sliding in and out of me coated up with my cream.

This man loved me down unconditionally like no other would not even Carmelo he didn't show me no love and respect during our time together but Jey he was so different and a changed man indeed, Jey kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper within me as my eyes were rolling in the back of my head.

We had pulled away from the kiss catching each other's breath while he placed his forehead on mines his gaze never leaving mines, I bit the bottom of my lip showing him my sweet innocent face feeling all of the pleasurable pain that I was experiencing right now.

He kissed my lips some more, "how this feel mama?"

"Ouuu it feels so good daddy, fuckk,"

He had a grin on his face slamming his hips deeply inside of my wet cunt causing me to gasps softly at this effect now digging my nails inside of his back causing him to hiss.

All you could hear was skins slapping against each other that sounded out the whole room he kept circling his hips around my g-spot making me go insane, it felt like I was losing control of myself during this moment.

"Daddy beating his pussy up huh princess," the way he was speaking nasty in my ear just made me melt in the inside making me even more wetter for him. "Yes. Daddy, yess ouuu fuck,"

My hand went down towards my clit as I began rubbing it in circles seeing him watching me do it knowing that he loved that shit, he was kissing my feet and my thighs yearning for me.

Jey pummeled my gushy insides to the oblivion leaving my mouth in a "oh" shape causing me to rub my clit more faster to chase my orgasm.

He was whispering all kinds of vulgar and nasty shit in my ear while talking me through it trying to keep myself together. "Cum on this dick, I want you to cum, wanna see all of your milky cream coating my dick like vanilla ice cream baby," Jey cooed at me while his dick was kissing my cervix so well.

I felt myself clenching over and over on his dick while my available hand was holding onto his arm sticking my tongue out for him like a slut, "just a fucking slut only for me tho baby," he spit inside of my mouth while beginning to tongue me down again in the process as our tongues were fighting for dominance.

We pulled back for a moment seeing the salvia coming from our mouths before heading back into the kiss feeling him gripping my throat tightly as he fucked me good.

That's when I felt a knot forming in my stomach feeling an orgasm creeping up on me I knew he could feel it too thrusting his hips.

I pulled away from his lips seeing the rest of our salvia dripping out from his lips, "fuckk I'm finna cum daddy," I mewled out.

He placed a wet kiss on my neck, "lemme' nut all in this fucking pussy this pretty ass pussy you got mamas," he grunted feeling his dick twitching since he was edging on from earlier.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each second while the air thicken between us feeling the sweat coming off our bodies.

"I-it's coming! Ouu fuck Joshuaaa,"

I let out a cried moan feeling juices flowing out of me causing my body to shake while he continued at it placing nothing but gentle kisses on my face to calm me down from my insane climax that I just experienced.

At this point I felt defeated letting him do whatever he wants to me now since my body was in full shock mode I could feel his dick twitching again inside of me never leaving eye contact with him.

I managed to pull him closer towards my body whispering sweetly things into his ear that drove him crazy, "cum for me big daddy, I want all of that nut inside of me, you fuck me so good with that big ass dick," I whisper softly.

"C'mon big daddy you got it," that's all he needed to hear from me hiding his face in my neck while curing underneath his breath in the process.

"Ohh, mama, I'm finna nut," He slammed into me one last time as his warm seeds started shooting ropes after ropes inside of my inner walls as his filled me up good mixing my juices with his nut.

He kept thrusting inside of me gently making sure none of his nut spilled out of me, we were both out of breath as he laid there on my chest with his dick buried inside of me still.

SMUT OVER

We lingered in that intimate moment for a few minutes until Jey gently withdrew, leaving me with a sense of emptiness that made me whimper. He looked down at me, showering my body with tender kisses, his smile radiating warmth and comfort.

"Put yo' ass to sleep with this one little girl," Jey said in a cocky manner.

I shot him an exasperated look while suggesting he get the bath water running. It would be perfect for us to enjoy a relaxing soak together before I grab those tickets for our honeymoon getaway.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Yasmine was in the kitchen preparing dinner after finalizing their honeymoon flights to Montego Bay, Jamaica. She sent a text to Trin, letting her know they would be leaving in the morning to catch their flight and would be dropping Ella off beforehand.

As she prepared dinner, a warm sensation enveloped her waist, prompting her to glance over her shoulder. There stood Jey, his tall 6'2 frame contrasting with her petite stature. He tenderly brushed her hair aside and planted soft kisses on her neck, eliciting a smile that lit up her face.

"What's on the menu tonight mama?" Jey asked while continuing to place kisses on her neck and shoulders.

"Tonight I will be making some Honey Glazed Salmon with some yellow rice along with asparagus with wine on the side to drink," she said feeling Jey pressed his stiff member against her which made her feel fuzzy on the inside.

He leaned in closer, resting his head against her shoulder as he watched her prepare dinner. A playful spark ignited within him, and he began to sway his hips gently, ensuring she felt the undeniable desire he had for her.

While preparing dinner, she attempted to swat him away, issuing a warning, but he paid her no mind. He was all too familiar with her, especially when she seemed preoccupied; he knew he could still get her attention.

He grabbed her by the throat with his available hand catching her by surprise placing his lips on hers causing her wrap her arms around his neck in the process.

He hoisted her up by the thighs with one hand, effortlessly setting her on the kitchen counter. His fingers glided over her backside, giving it a playful squeeze as he drew her closer, their bodies connecting intimately without the barrier of a shirt.

"Josh..c'mon now I gotta finish cooking dinner," she tried to push him away.

"That can wait I want you as my dinner for right now mama,"

"Joshuaaaa," Yasmine whined out of annoyance as he stopped what he was doing seeing her pouty face which made him chuckle making him step back. "My fault mama imma let you finish cooking but afterwards I'm coming for you and don't be running away either,"

A mischievous smile danced across her lips as she remembered the last time they engaged in such antics at her previous job, where she had dashed around like a carefree fool. It was clear to her that she was in for another round of delightful chaos.

After preparing dinner, Yasmine and Ella settled onto the couch, dimming the lights to create a cozy atmosphere. Yasmine selected a show to watch on TV, and they both began to enjoy their meals, with Ella happily digging into her own food as well.

Yasmine savored her wine, her eyes drifting toward Jey, who was completely absorbed in the show flickering on the large screen. It was hard for her to fathom that she was married to such an incredibly handsome man.

Yasmine set her glasses aside and resumed watching the show with Jey. Noticing that Ella wanted to join them on the couch, she gently lifted her up, making sure Ella settled in comfortably beside them.

"Girl you know how to throw it down for real, can you cook for me forever mama?" Jey said as she chuckled at him.

"You know I will be cooking food for you until the day I die pumpkin," Yasmine responded with a smile on her face.

✧˚° Yasmine was busy washing the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, when she sensed someone behind her. It was Jey, returning to complete the task he had begun before their dinner together. She had a clever plan brewing in her mind for this moment.

She pivoted to face him, her gaze tracing his towering 6'2 frame, while he looked down at her petite stature. Gently, he cupped her chin and pressed tender kisses against her lips, and in that intimate moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, fully embracing the connection they shared.

He took advantage of his free hand to gently grasp her waist, drawing her nearer to him as he showered her neck with soft, affectionate kisses that trailed down to her chest.

That's when she grabbed his dick rubbing her hand against it teasing him the process just to get him fired up that's when he pulled away for a second grabbing her by the throat giving her a warning look.

"Minks, don't play with me right now," Jey warned her as she looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Do what baby? I'm not doing anything to you just showing you some affection," She said softly placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Mhm, yo' ass ain't innocent little girl," she kept rubbing her hand against his dick hearing his breathing getting uneven tightening his hand around her throat.

Yasmine pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, then swiftly pulled away, striding off with purpose. He rested his hand on his hip, fully aware that she was teasing him, daring him to pursue her if he wanted to get what he desired.

As she playfully dashed around the house, her laughter echoed, and she could sense him closing in behind her. "Minks! I'm not chasing you with one fucking arm c'mere!" He shouted chasing after her.

She dashed into the living room, weaving behind the couches as they faced off, both panting heavily from the intensity of the moment.

"Having fun yet big daddy?" Yasmine teased hearing a dark chuckle coming from him.

"Oh, I'm having fun alright when I snatch yo' little ass up and take you in that damn bedroom quit playing with me minks," She laughed softly as she glanced at the stairs, and he mirrored her gaze, observing her every action like a lion stalking its prey, poised and ready to spring into action.

She took off, sprinting up the stairs with him hot on her heels, fully aware that he was indeed quicker. A playful laugh escaped her lips as she heard his footsteps echoing behind her. She dashed into the bedroom, hesitating to shut the door, relishing the thrill of the chase.

Jey entered the bedroom, captivated as he watched her slowly untie her red silky robe, letting it cascade to the floor and reveal her figure. He approached her, his hand gently encircling her throat, drawing her closer.

"You so fucking sexy it doesn't make any sense got me chasing after yo' ass minks," Jey whispered softly.

She ran her fingers along his inked skin, planting a soft kiss on his neck. "I wanted you to chase for what you want big daddy and now you have caught me," she said so sweetly causing a smirk to appear on his face.

"Me? Chasing you? you tryna make me work for it huh?" Yasmine nodded her head smiling innocently at him as he scooped her up with one hand slamming her onto the bed.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his large, thick dick jutting out and smacking him in the stomach as she assisted him in taking off his sweatpants and blue PSD boxers.

As she began to caress him, feeling his pre-cum on her fingers and watching him toss his head back to give her what she wanted, his eyes were filled with desire and want.

When he saw her chewing the bottom of her lips, he moistened the back of his own lips and then tucked them in while staring into her innocent ones.

He used his available hand and caressed her face along with her chin pulling her in a kiss, "so fucking pretty you gon' let big daddy take care of you pretty baby?" Jey said as Yasmine nodded her head.

"Yo' ass better not run from me either tryna make me work for it tuh you funny baby girl,"

He aligned himself inside of her entrance and began thrusting deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in the sheets.

"O-oh fuckk," Yasmine moaned seeing a smirk appearing on his face.

"That's right baby no running from me, lemme' take care of you,"

They spent the remainder of the night wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a whirlwind of passion, eagerly anticipating the moments they would share during their honeymoon.

Something Bout' Us

A/n: THE MFN IT BOY OF THE WWE COMPANY HE FUCKING DID IT AND I AM SO PROUD OF HIM YEETMANIA ALL THE WAY IN 2025 US USO FANS ARE SOOO UP.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter will be finishing this book soon so that I could focus on my other books and things on tumblr.

STAY UCEY