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cece693 · 2 months ago

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He's Taken (Jason Grace x Son of Aphrodite)

Since one of you requested something with Jason and a son of Aphrodite, I wrote this to prepare for it :)

Summary: Piper has had the biggest crush on Jason...too bad he's already taken and by her sibling, no less.

tags: Piper chases after Jason, she should've known he was taken, you're Aphrodite's favorite child, jealousy between siblings, protective Jason

Piper should’ve known Jason was taken the moment he politely turned down her flirtatious remarks, following it up by calling her a "very good friend." Friend. That word alone should’ve raised multiple red flags, but Piper was blinded by her crush on the son of Jupiter. Maybe Jason was just as oblivious as Percy had been, from what Annabeth had fondly recalled, but when their group arrived at Camp Half-Blood and the Roman immediately ran toward a handsome boy waiting at the camp’s border, Piper finally understood.

The reason Jason wasn’t interested in her was because he was already in a relationship—with you, M/N, Aphrodite’s most favored child. Though no one had explicitly said you were the favorite, the moment Piper stayed in Cabin 10 and saw you casually conversing with your mother through a seashell—as if it were the most natural thing in the world—she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Here you were, not only in a relationship with Jason, the boy she liked, but you were also head of Cabin 10, and on such good terms with Aphrodite, a goddess often criticized for her distant treatment of her children.

Piper wanted to hate you, but it was impossible.

You were kind—too kind. You had a natural charm that Piper couldn’t help but notice, and it wasn’t long before you started forming close friendships with the rest of her friends. You had been friends with Annabeth, Percy, and Nico way before Piper knew them, so that didn't sting, but when Hazel, Frank, and Leo began to enjoy your company, hanging out without a care in the world, it stung.

Each interaction stoked Piper’s jealousy. She could see how easily you fit in with everyone—how naturally people gravitated toward you. It wasn’t your fault, but it felt like you were taking over her world.

Then, she heard about the rite of passage.

While spending more time with the children of Aphrodite, Piper learned about an old tradition within the cabin. Each camper, once they had reached a certain level of maturity or skill, was expected to break someone’s heart. It was supposed to be a test—an initiation of sorts to prove their power over love, to demonstrate that they could wield it as a tool. It had been prohibited a while back, campers calling it an outdated and cruel practice, but Piper couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still following the old ways.

You're playing him, she thought bitterly. How dare you wrap him around your finger, only to break his heart down the line. Upon discovering this, she was unable to take it anymore. Storming into Cabin 10, while the rest of camp was busy at the dining pavilion, Piper found you sitting on your bed, reading, looking annoyingly serene.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Piper spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

You looked up slowly, frowning at the harsh tone. “What?"

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know,” Piper snapped, stepping closer. “I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re using Jason, stringing him along, just waiting for the perfect moment to break his heart.”

“Piper, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”

“The rite of passage!” Piper’s voice was rising, her emotions barely under control. “That ridiculous tradition your cabin has where you break someone’s heart to prove yourself. That’s what you’re doing to Jason, isn’t it? You’re leading him on, playing him!”

You sighed, setting your book aside, your patience wearing thin. “Piper, you’re letting your jealousy cloud your judgment. This isn’t about Jason or some old tradition—this is about you not being able to accept that Jason is with someone else.”

Piper’s eyes flashed, her fists clenching at her sides. “Don’t twist this around on me! I’m trying to protect Jason. You’re going to hurt him—I know it. You’ve been manipulating him from the start!”

“No, Piper,” you said firmly, standing to face her. “This is your jealousy talking. You’re so desperate to find something—anything—to make Jason yours that you’re willing to believe whatever makes me the villain. But the only thing you're doing is pushing him away. Accept that he only sees you as a friend."

Although Piper disliked you immensely, that didn't mean you were happy to see your sibling suffer. Love was both a blessing and a curse. While you felt in paradise, basking in Jason's love, Piper suffered from painful, unrequited love.

Piper’s breath caught in her throat, her anger faltering for a moment as your words struck a chord. But she quickly pushed it aside, shaking her head. “That’s not true. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.”

“You don’t want to see him get hurt, or you don’t want to see him happy with someone else?”

Piper’s face flushed with anger and hurt. “I love him! And I know he loves me too, he just doesn’t see it because you’ve blinded him!”

Before the argument could escalate further, the cabin door swung open, and Jason stepped inside, his brow furrowed with confusion. His sharp blue eyes flicked between you and Piper, quickly sensing the tension in the room. “What’s going on?”

Piper turned to him, her desperation clear as she rushed to explain, “Jason, you have to listen to me—M/N’s just using you, manipulating your feelings to pass some sick test!”

Jason’s frown deepened, clearly caught off guard by her accusation. “What are you talking about?”

Piper’s voice cracked, a mix of panic and emotion seeping through as she took another step toward him, her eyes pleading. “That old rite of passage—where a child of Aphrodite has to break someone’s heart. He’s just waiting for the perfect moment to tear you apart. I’m trying to protect you from getting hurt!”

Jason blinked, his confusion gradually giving way to understanding. His posture relaxed as he sighed, but his voice remained firm. “Piper, stop. You’re wrong.”

Piper froze in place, her heart pounding in her chest as Jason’s words sunk in. “What? No, Jason, I’m not wrong! They’re lying to you!”

Jason stepped forward, his gaze steady and unwavering. “No, they’re not. I already know about the rite of passage, Piper. M/N told me about it a long time ago.”

The room seemed to close in on Piper, her world momentarily spinning. “You…you knew?”

Jason nodded slowly. “Yes. And I also know that it was M/N who banned it.”

Piper shook her head, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying. “No, that can’t be true. He’s just...how can you be so sure?”

Jason sighed softly, stepping closer to her, his voice quieter but filled with conviction. “Piper, I know you’re trying to protect me, but you have to understand—I know M/N. I know him better than anyone, and he would never hurt me. He loves me too much to do something as horrible as that."

Piper’s eyes darted between the two of you, still filled with confusion and doubt. “But what if you’re wrong? What if—”

“I’m not wrong, Piper,” Jason interrupted gently but firmly, his gaze unwavering. “I trust him completely. He’s never given me a reason to doubt him.”

Piper stood there, frozen for a moment, Jason’s words echoing in her mind. The certainty in his voice, the way he spoke about M/N with such unwavering trust—it hit her like a punch to the gut. Jason was in love with him. Truly, deeply in love.

Her heart cracked. No matter how much she wanted to believe she could change his mind, the reality was staring her in the face: she didn’t stand a chance.

Without saying another word, Piper took a step back, her chest tightening as the weight of her unrequited feelings pressed down on her. She bit her lip to keep the tears from spilling, her pride barely holding together. Then, before either of you could say anything more, she turned on her heel and fled the cabin, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft thud.

Jason stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, his expression a mixture of regret and sadness. He sighed softly, turning back to you with a look of concern. “I didn’t mean for things to get that heated. I never wanted to hurt her.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him in a gentle embrace. “She’ll be okay. She just needs time to process everything. It's not easy to get over a crush; I should know.”

Your attempt at a joke landed miserably, but to your relief, Jason let out a small chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that enveloped both of you.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere.

“Oh, just like a thousand times,” you replied playfully. “But I also ask myself the same thing: how did I get so lucky as to find you, Jason Grace?”

Smiling up at him, you felt your cheeks heat up as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, gazing at you with quiet admiration. The world around you faded into the background, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this moment. “I don’t deserve you.” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.

You shook your head with a chuckle, determined to dispel his doubts. “You deserve all the good things, Jason.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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azrielslittleslut · 27 days ago

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"The Lost Queen"- Chapter 13

Azriel x F!Reader

Summary: A magical incident causes Azriel to unexpectedly tumble through a portal into modern-day Earth. Confused and injured, he is discovered by a compassionate human woman with a hidden past. She takes care of him and helps him discover the complexities of the modern world, completely unaware of who she truly is. Meanwhile, Azriel struggles with his conflicting desires: his duty to the Night Court and his growing love for the woman who saved him.

Their journey unfolds amidst ancient prophecies and the looming threat in Prythian. As they uncover the truth about forces conspiring against them, they must confront their deepest fears and make choices that will change their lives and the world forever.

Warnings: language, violence, angst

Word Count: 7k

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Azriel felt warm, feminine hands running along his body, coaxing him out of his silence. As he opened his eyes, he saw the face of his beloved mother. Her expression was one of love and concern, the small scar along her cheek gleaming like silver in the dim light.��

In her hazel eyes, he could see his reflection. It wasn’t one of him as a grown male, with his sharp face and curly black hair. Instead, he was met with the sight of him as a young boy, as he had been when he was locked away in that dungeon.

Pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones. Cracked lips. Shaggy and tangled black hair falling over his brow. But his eyes were the same, though now they looked to be too big for his small face.

“My boy,” she whispered, cupping his tiny face in her hands. “The end is not yet. This is just the beginning.”

Young Azriel blinked at her. “What is just the beginning?” he asked, his voice hoarse from lack of use. That was strange- he had barely been able to speak during his childhood due to a lack of social interaction and access to basic necessities.

His mother smiled, her eyes bright. “Look for the flames, bright and red they will be,” she said, her voice almost… giddy. “They will lead you home. To the place you are meant to be.”

He shook his head, his heart hammering in his chest. For as long as he had known her, his mother had been speaking in cryptic riddles and phrases. He wasn’t even sure if she was aware of what she was saying but trying to argue with her had only upset her, so he gave up.

The only time she seemed to be in her right mind, though, was when she would sing to him, her soft voice lulling him to sleep as she spoke in a foreign, ancient tongue.

“Okay,” he muttered, his head hanging low, “I will look for the flames.”

She smiled softly at him, her black hair hanging over her shoulders as she leaned down to kiss his cheek. It was an effort not to look at the mangled wings on her back.

“Sleep now, Azriel,” she whispered, “And when you wake, it is time to fight.”

Her soft voice echoed in his dream, his eyes closing as he fell back into a deep slumber. It was a lullaby she had sung to him during his childhood when he had been released from that prison for that precious hour every week.

Now, those ancient words washed over him, easing his mind, though he didn’t understand any of it.

“Voryn tal’an isen dremar, Shen’vel teyran isen khael, Variel eiran marir’san, Eshar velan trevar shan’ael.”

“Daeryn velar athaen esor, Revar syriyn anath daron, Shalen morvyn trelan thar, Venaris’kae maelith a’mar.”

Azriel’s eyes snapped open. The faint echoes of his mother’s voice still filled his ears. His head was aching as he blinked against the darkness surrounding him. He gasped for breath, his back and wings screaming in pain as he moved. Each movement sent a fresh wave of burning pain through his body, unlike anything he had ever experienced. With a groan and a prayer to the Mother, he leaned forward, letting his crushed wings fall behind him to the ground.

“Fuck,” he bit out, his face twisting in pain as he tried to stand. “Fucking Mother’s tits, this shit hurts.”

It was strange how, when you were in agonizing pain, you could go from praying to a religious deity in one breath to cursing them in the next.

With his palms against the ground, Az forced himself to stand, ignoring the sharp pain shooting down his legs as he moved. He could feel himself healing, albeit slowly, so he pressed on, willing his mind to clear as he tried to remember what had happened.

He remembered telling you about the bond, only to be followed by your soft lips on his. He would never forget the look of love on your face after, your lips open as you were about to say the words that his cold, dead heart had desired for the last five and a half centuries.

But then, everything had gone horribly wrong. He could still hear the echoes of the screams in his mind as children and families were slain. Even now, he could still taste the rot and decay of whatever dark power had hit him, sending his body flying against the building.

Where had that power come from? He remembered seeing wings, dark hair, a male face-

“Fuck!” Azriel roared, slamming his hand against the brick wall, sending a spray of dust into the air. The darkness was still around, still covering Velaris. “Mathias! I swear to all the gods above and below, if you don’t let my mate go-“

The thought of Mathias holding you, touching you, made Azriel want to sob and tear the world apart at the same time. He leaned over, his hands on his chest as he felt a painful tug on that precious bond. He could hear the echoes of your screams on the walls, and that was all he needed to be forced into action.

Without Truth-Teller, Azriel had no weapon, but he had never minded killing a male with his bare hands.

Azriel plunged into that darkness, his face twisted into frozen rage, only to be stopped as he watched a piece of star-flecked night flicker across his peripheral. This darkness was soothing and calming, searching and mending- the total opposite of the evil that was surrounding Velaris.

This darkness belonged to his High Lord.

“Rhys!” Azriel called out, his voice akin to a frightened child. He scrambled through the darkness, calling on his shadows to surround him, their dark tendrils a comfort as he moved forward. “Rhysand! Where are you, you bastard?”

The darkness flickered, a sign that Rhys’s power was giving out. At once, the darkness vanished, as if a mighty wind had swept through the city, taking the remnants of Rhys’s power with it.

Rhys was standing before Azriel, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with harsh breaths. Beads of sweat poured from his forehead, and his eyes were full of exhaustion and… pain.

Rhys winced, reaching a hand out to steady himself on a nearby wall. “What happened, Az?” he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. “One minute, all of us are enjoying our dinner, and then before we know it, the entire city is swallowed up by this... this…” He flailed his arms around, completely unable to describe the power that had swallowed the city.

“I don’t know.” Azriel sighed, his body still aching even though he was healing. His siphons were empty, though he could see swells of blue rolling in them as his power returned. “Everything was fine.” Until it wasn’t. “My shadows didn’t alert me of anything out of the ordinary, so I was unprepared.”

Azriel wanted to roar at the skies at his admission. He was always on alert, always searching for any sign of trouble. He never let his guard down. He slept with a dagger, for fuck’s sake. How could he have let this happen?

“Who.” It wasn’t a question. The command came from Nesta as she stepped around Rhys, her sharp face twisted in undiluted rage. She was wielding Ataraxia, the glowing steel reflecting the horrors of the city.

Azriel felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders as he said, “Mathias. He just… showed up. Before, I could feel his power, but it was nothing compared to that.” He shook his head, his mind full of disbelief. “He had wings, Rhys.”

Rhys only raised his brows, his mind clearly distracted as he surveyed Velaris. The city appeared to be mostly intact, save for the street they were on. The buildings in the distance looked untouched, but the buildings around the three of them…

A black, oily substance- like ink- oozed from the ground, staining everything around it. It covered every surface like a dark canopy, filling the air with its rancid smell. Azriel’s eyes widened in horror as he looked, his gaze finally landing on the bodies lying in the street.

Bodies was not the right word, as these piles of flesh resembled nothing that had once lived or breathed. A mangled arm here. An exploded stomach there. All around, there was nothing but shattered pieces of bone and sprays of blood. Az could see the tiny strips of clothing scattered along the ground, some of them so small he thought they could be pieces of paper.

Azriel stopped breathing entirely as he looked down at his boots. The flower crown, now covered in his blood and the black substance, was lying on the ground. His memory of you gently placing that crown on his head hit him like a tidal wave, causing him to step back.

“These were children,” Azriel hissed, falling to his knees as his failure was evident before him.

At that, Rhys came to life. His face became a thing of nightmares, his mouth twisted into a snarl. “Mathias did this?” he asked lowly, his eyes scanning the destruction of his city.

Azriel could only manage a nod.

“Then he will die,” Nesta said, her voice full of rage. Her head snapped from side to side, her eyes scanning the street. “Where is Y/N, Azriel?”

Azriel felt a chill run down his spine. He remembered you screaming at him, begging him to let you up to help the children…

“He took her,” Azriel bit out, the words like venom on Azriel’s tongue. “I couldn’t- I tried-“ His wings drooped as he tried to explain, but his mind was too frazzled to come up with anything. Even his shadows were restless, swirling around him as they both tried to comfort their master and search for their lost mate.

Thankfully, Az was saved from explaining as Cassian landed next to Nesta, his wings tucked in tight. “Whatever darkness was here is gone now,” he said, his eyes on Rhys. “But the city… The outer edges are fine, but what happened here is growing. Moving closer to the untouched places.”

“What do you mean, Cassian?” Rhys asked, putting his hands in his pockets. Once again, as he moved, Az noticed the tremble in them.

Cassian pointed to the sky. “From an aerial view, you can see it better. It’s like a blight on the land, and you can see this inky shit moving, like it’s reaching for those places that are good-“ He trailed off, shaking his head. “Velaris will be covered in it come morning. It appears to be moving fast.”

Azriel looked, and indeed, he saw the dark substance branching out, eating away at the ground and the buildings.

“What the hell is happening here?” The voice came from the right, and it belonged to a very pissed-off Amren. She was wearing a black dress made of silk, and her short hair swayed as she surveyed the dying Velaris around. Her silver eyes landed on Azriel. “Care to explain, shadowsinger?”

Her grating tone snapped Az out of his anguish-ridden stupor. He bolted upright, his wings flaring as he lunged forward. “Where the fuck have you been?” he snarled, his face mere inches away from Amren.

Amren only smiled, her eyes moving up and down Azriel’s body as if he were nothing more than an annoying pest. “At the Summer Court with Varian,” she explained, shrugging her shoulders as if being on vacation during this shit was acceptable.

“Oh, I see. You ran off with your lover while the rest of us were trying to keep Prythian from being swallowed by this darkness,” he roared, flailing his hands out, gesturing to the black substance. “I guess I see where your loyalties lie.”

Those were dangerous words, and he knew it. He had never trusted Amren, but he knew she wouldn’t go against the Night Court. He had seen and felt her power. He had borne witness to what she could do and how much havoc she could cause.

But Azriel’s anger and pain had taken over any common sense he had at the moment.

Amren’s eyes flared. “First, don’t you dare question my loyalties, Azriel,” she growled, her finger pressed against his chest. “The Summer Court is in no better shape than the rest of them, and I was helping Varian and Tarquin with trying to figure this shit out. And second…” She stepped forward, her head tipped up, and Azriel fought the urge to shiver as he felt the power radiating off her small form. “You can’t blame me for taking a vacation. Rhys sent word to me about your little visit to another world. It seems you even brought back a little something with you. A little something that we know nothing about.”

Azriel’s body was shaking with rage, his shadows poised around him, ready to strike. But he remained silent, knowing that if he spoke right now, he would surely be sent to the grave.

Amren smiled at him as she continued, “So it seems that I’m not the one who has questionable loyalties. For all we know that little mate of yours could be the reason for all of this.”

Azriel exploded. He saw red as he lashed out, his fingers reaching for Amren’s jewel-clad throat. His fingers had barely touched her cold skin when a large hand grabbed him by the shoulder and ripped him away.

“Get a handle on yourself, Az,” Cassian hissed, baring his teeth and flaring his wings as he blocked Azriel’s view of Amren. “This is not the time to be controlled by that frozen rage of yours.”

Over the tip of Cassian’s wings, Az could still see Amren smiling softly at him. If she was upset at his outburst, she showed no sign of it. In fact, she almost looked pleased with herself, as if she had planned this.

“Feel better now, Azriel?” she drawled, daring a step forward. With a small hand, she pushed Cassian away as if he were nothing more than a bug, her gaze locked on Azriel’s face. “Did you get all of that rage out? Or do I need to keep going?”

Azriel blinked. This was not the first time Amren had intentionally pissed him off, always knowing where to strike him to make him lash out. Usually, she did it before battles or important Night Court meetings. The little beast had always made sure he was calm and collected, not wanting to risk his anger becoming a problem.

The only time Amren had not done this was before the High Lord meeting, and they all knew how that had turned out.

“I’m sorry,” Azriel breathed out. “I never would have hurt you.”

“Oh, you would have tried,” Amren said with a grin, “but you wouldn’t have gotten away with it.” She placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder, her body so small compared to his. “Cassian is right. I saw you when I arrived. I saw you breaking from the inside out, knowing that your mate is gone. You cannot let that rage consume you, Az. Let it fuel you, but do not be controlled by it.”

Azriel nodded, his words of gratitude for what Amren had done catching in his throat. Thankfully, Nesta filled the silence.

“Since that’s settled, can we please focus on where Y/N went?” she asked. “Az, where would Mathias have taken her?”

Azriel shook his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t exactly tell me where he was going before he launched me into a wall.” He felt so hopeless and useless right now.

Rhys cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed. “Do you think he took her back to her world? If he doesn’t want you to find her-“

“No,” Azriel said, cutting his brother off. “He wants her here for some reason. I don’t know why. But I can feel her.” He placed his hand on his chest, right over his heart. “She’s here. I know it.”

Cassian looked at Rhys. “Do you think the map has anything to do with this?” His voice was low and full of anxiety, which was strange for him.

“What map?” Azriel asked, his wings twitching in frustration. It was a rare occurrence that he was the one who didn’t know anything, and it pissed him off even more.

Nesta smiled. “The one that Mor showed you. You know, the one that you said was covered in ink.” She crossed her arms. “The black spot has been growing, almost like the map is changing.”

“Not an ink stain, then,” Azriel mumbled, mostly to himself. At the time, he had been so focused on you that he hadn’t thought twice about the map. There was nothing in the middle of the Illyrian mountains, so he figured there was nothing to it.

He should have been more careful, especially considering everything that is going on.

Amren turned to Rhys, her silver eyes calculating. “Let me see the map, Rhysand.”

She held her hand out expectantly, her foot tapping with impatience as she waited for the map. Once Rhys pulled it from his pocket and placed it in her hand, she snatched it away, holding it up to her face as her eyes scanned it.

After a few moments, Amren raised her face, her skin pale. Her eyes were side with shock, her mouth open and closing, as if she were suddenly unable to form words. “Impossible,” she murmured, her eyes once again glancing down at the map.

“What is it?” Nesta asked, stepping forward, her head lowered as she tried to look at whatever it was that shocked Amren. “What do you see?”

“Nesta! Cassian!” Gwyn’s voice was breathless as he approached, her red hair coming out of her neat braid. “I’ve been looking for the two of you for ages!”

Azriel felt his heart warm at the sight of the priestess, her hand holding a dagger, her body dressed in leathers. Over the last few months, Gwyn had slowly started to leave the library more and more, whether it was to spend the night with Nesta and Emerie, or even go out into Velaris to get more books.

He was proud of her, and he was thankful for the friendship the two of them had formed during those late-night training sessions. She was a warrior now, her teal eyes full of calculating precision as she ran up to the group. He was glad he had played a part, though it had been small, in helping her heal from her horrible past.

Nesta threw her arms around Gwyn, Ataraxia clanging awkwardly on her back. “If you ever run away from me like that, Gwyneth Berdara, I swear I will beat your ass,” she mumbled, but her tone was warm, full of affection for her friend.

Gwyn pulled away, raising her dagger to hold it up to Nesta. “If you ever run away from me, heading straight into encroaching darkness, I will throw you off the highest balcony at the House,” she snapped back, but there was a kind smile on her face.

“Gwyn,” Rhys said, turning around to face her, “where is Feyre? Nyx? Are they alright?” His voice was full of anxiety over his mate and son.

Gwyn nodded, pushing stray strands of her hair away from her face. “That’s why I was trying to find you. As soon as the darkness hit, I stayed at the River House with them. I can assure you, Feyre and Nyx are fine, so is the River House. Although,” she murmured, glancing down at the darkness moving along the streets, “it seems it’s only a matter of time before it’s not.”

Rhys released a breath, his shoulders sagging. “Thank you for staying there. I suppose I should get back. Try to make sense of whatever the fuck is going on right now.” He looked at Cassian, then over to Azriel, his expression blank. There was a silent question in his eyes, his normally guarded thoughts written all over his face.

What do I do?

Cassian stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Rhys’s shoulder. “We’re with you, brother,” he murmured, his black hair forming a curtain over his face as he lowered his head.

It was only a small shock for Azriel as he realized Cassian, who always had the answers to things like this, had no idea what the fuck to do. It should have scared him, terrified him, even. But he only felt numb.

“Az,” Gwyn said, stepping away from Nesta to stand in front of him. “I came here to tell you something, too. Elain is at the River House with Lucien, and when the darkness hit, she saw something. It’s truly terrifying to see her like that, isn’t it? The way her eyes go white and her face-“

“Berdara,” Azriel murmured, forcing his voice to remain steady as he stopped her babbling. He normally found it endearing, but he wasn’t in the mood for it now. “What did Elain see?”

Gwyn’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, right. Sorry. She wanted me to tell you that she saw Y/N in some woods. She heard whispers and a male with wings, although she didn’t get a good look at his face.”

Azriel’s body went cold. There was only one place that he knew of that could fit that description, and it was a place he had hoped he would never be returning to. “The Whispering Woods? Why the hell would she be there?”

Amren, who was still studying the map, murmured, “The Whispering Woods. No way. There’s absolutely no way.”

“I have to go get her,” Azriel said, unfurling his wings, preparing to take flight. “If he hurts her-“

Nesta held Ataraxia out, her wrist angled so that the blade would surely slice through Azriel’s stomach as soon as he took off. “Cassian and I are going with you,” she commanded, her eyes blazing with silver flame. “The last time you went, you didn’t come back for days, and we all thought you were dead. You’re not doing this alone.”

Cassian nodded his agreement. “If that’s where this bastard has her, you need backup.” He cracked his knuckles, his siphons guttering as he prepared for battle.

Azriel nodded, forcing down his worry for his family. He didn’t have a good feeling about this, and he didn’t want to bring them into whatever this was. But he saw the look of rage on both Cassian and Nesta’s face, and he knew better than to argue with them.

“One more thing,” Gwyn said, her eyes on Nesta as Cassian lifted her into his arms. “Elain said something about a collar.”

“Gods, will this shit ever end?” Rhys asked, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes. “How can it keep getting worse?”

Gwyn continued on, “She said the collar needs to come off. She mumbled something about obsidian destroying obsidian.” She sighed and shook her head, her freckles standing out in the dim light of the moon. “I hope you can figure out whatever that means because none of us could.”

Azriel didn’t have a clue about any of it, but he supposed it was better than nothing. He squeezed Gwyn’s hand, forcing a smile onto his face. “Thank you, Berdara. Go back to the River House with Rhys.” He pulled her close, his lips close to her ear. “Keep them safe while we’re gone. Remember what I taught you? Anything that comes through that door is your ribbon.”

Gwyn smiled brightly, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent. “You got it, shadowsinger,” she responded, winking at him as she stepped back.

“You probably need these,” Rhys said, snapping his fingers. In a wave of night, various weapons appeared at his feet, gleaming and freshly oiled.

Azriel grabbed two Illyrian swords, quickly sheathing them at his back. He also took two daggers, putting them in the weapons belt he kept around his waist. He longed for Truth-Teller, but as far as he knew, his beloved blade was lost forever.

Cassian also armed himself to the teeth with swords and daggers, managing to place them along his body while keeping Nesta in his arms. Nesta, claiming that she could do enough damage with Ataraxia, grabbed nothing.

Once they were armed and ready, Azriel took a breath, willing his nerves to calm. “Ready?” he asked, although he felt far from ready himself.

Cassian and Nesta nodded once. “Ready,” they responded in unison.

Azriel and Cassian spread their wings, shifting their stance as they prepared for flight, but Amren’s voice stopped them.

As she finally lowered the map, she kept her eyes on Rhys as she said, “This map shouldn’t exist.” Her hands trembled as she lowered it to her side, her fingers crinkling the ancient paper. “But yet here it is. I never thought I would see anything like this again.”

“What’s so special about it?” Gwyn asked, her voice quiet.

Amren’s face was shadowed as she raked her gaze across them, her eyes landing on Azriel. “You better find your mate and bring her back. Because if what I am seeing on this map is real,” she hissed, raising the map slightly, “we’re in deep shit.”

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The world was nothing, only splinters of black and cracks of shadows. A dark void consumed your mind and body, dulling everything to a barely noticeable thrum. Your mind was silent, all of your senses numb. Your body felt weightless as the world splintered and fell apart around you, only to be reformed into a darkness that was full of whispers, shadows, and… trees.

Yes, those were trees around you-great, tall trees, so ancient-looking that your silent mind still managed to wonder if they had been here since before Prythian.

How did you get here? What the fuck happened?

You blinked rapidly, your eyes straining to see in the darkness. You could tell that you were lying on the cold ground, the feeling of dead leaves tickling your fingers as you dug them into the earth. The collar around your neck was so painfully cold, burning your skin with freezing intensity. You tried to move your head, your body, anything, but the collar prevented that, locking your limbs up as if you were paralyzed.

The worst part of it all… your magic was gone. Not a flicker of a flame, or even a whisper of smoke, for that matter. You felt human again, almost like the strange power that you possessed had never existed in the first place.

A low male chuckle to your right made your heartbeat quicken further. “Good. You’re awake. Now we can begin.”

The sound of that horrid voice brought back a wave of memories. The dancing, the flower crown, Azriel being flung into a wall. As you closed your eyes, you could still see his lifeless body lying there, the image of his crooked wings implanted onto the back of your eyelids.

Mathias was here, and Azriel wasn’t. You didn’t even know if he was alive. You figured you could survive the death of your parents, although their loss was like a hole had been ripped out of your heart, and you doubted it would ever be filled again.

But to lose Azriel, your mate… That wouldn’t be survivable. The thought of your time with him being cut short before it even began made your numb mind and body ache with a pain that you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy.

Well, other than Mathias, of course.

Mathias’s boots crunched on the leaves as he walked toward you, crouching down so his knee was right above your head. If you were able to move, this would be such a vulnerable position for him to be in. All of his vital organs were basically presented to you on a silver platter, but thanks to this fucking collar, you could do nothing about it.

“Where is it?” he asked, his voice dripping with annoyed impatience. The planes of his face were mostly shadowed, but you could see the piercing in his nose gleaming in the moonlight from above as he tilted his face down. His wings gleamed, so strangely similar to Azriel’s that you felt a pang in your heart. “I know it’s here, and you’re going to tell me where it is.”

You had assumed that Mathias had taken you away from Velaris to get you away from Azriel, so he could kill you with no interruptions. You had anticipated that he would raise that massive sword of his, only to bring it down to deal the killing blow. You were vulnerable in the worst of ways, and you couldn’t fight back, even though you desperately wanted to.

What you didn’t expect, though, was to be brought here to go on a fucking scavenger hunt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, your voice strained as the collar pressed into your vocal cords.

Mathias rolled his eyes. “Oh, so you’re going to play stupid with me. Guess I’ll have to give you a little incentive then.”

With an unnatural quickness, he brought his fist down, slamming it with full force into your stomach. You grunted as the breath was forced from your body, your legs twitching as he hit you, over and over and over.

The collar, it seemed, had its limitations. It numbed your mind and power, but you could still feel pain.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you want! I really don’t!” you gasped between punches.

“TELL ME!” he roared, his face twisted into cold rage. He reached for his sword, unsheathing it with the practice of a seasoned warrior, and lowered it so the blade was centimeters from your chest. “I know you can feel it, you little bitch. I don’t care what my queen wants. I will kill you right now if you don’t give me the information I need.”

His queen. He worked for the queen that Elain had mentioned, the one that wanted you in Prythian. The one that you were convinced was behind everything happening here, even though everyone in Azriel’s family wasn’t fully convinced. You didn’t know how you knew it- you just did- as if there was some inner part of you that was connected to all of it.

There was still one question, though. What the hell did this queen want with you?

“Your queen wants me to go on a scavenger hunt for something,” you rasped, your eyes locked onto Mathias’s face. You ignored the weapon that was currently pointed at your heart. “Says a lot about how highly she thinks of you, considering she doesn’t trust you to find it.”

Mathias bared his teeth, a low snarl escaping him. “She has trusted me to find it, which is why I’ve brought you here, to the Whispering Woods. So don’t talk to me about how highly she thinks of me.” He smiled, then, his white teeth gleaming. “I’m the lead of the Queen’s Guard, after all. I didn’t get here by pure luck.”

The Whispering Woods. You remembered Azriel mentioning something about this place, but in your pain-riddled haze, you couldn’t remember what it was.

“Or you just fuck really well.” Dangerous words considering the circumstances, but right now, you didn’t care about using common sense. If he was going to take your life, you sure as hell wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

Mathias’s rage was palpable as he pushed on the sword, the tip of the blade pressing into your skin. You felt hot liquid, no doubt blood, pour down your side. You fought back a scream as searing pain shot through your chest, not wanting to show any sign of weakness.

But as you looked at him, you saw how much your words had affected his emotions. Your father had always told you that men tended to be controlled by rage and that if you played your cards right, you could control them by using that against them. You could make them so angry that they got sloppy, their feelings taking over any common sense.

Mathias was a living example of your father’s wisdom. You didn’t know anything about swordsmanship, but even you could see how loose he was holding the sword, how his angle was wrong. His stance had become slack, his body loose as he was solely focused on causing you pain.

You had caused a crack to form in his armor, and you had every intention of using that against him.

“Some queen she must be,” you said with a wince, “if she can’t even find whatever it is she is looking for by herself.”

Mathias pressed the sword in more, far enough that you knew he was dangerously close to puncturing a lung. He twisted the blade, sending a wave of blinding pain through your body.

You arched against it, the collar rubbing painfully against the raw skin of your neck. Suddenly, you remembered watching survival documentaries about people getting lost in the woods, only to be found by a bear. You could recall hearing them tell their stories of how they survived by pretending to be dead.

At the time, you had never paid much attention to that, knowing that you would likely never find yourself in a similar situation. But now… that course of action seemed as good as any. You couldn’t play dead, knowing that Mathias could probably hear your rapid heartbeat. But pretending to be unconscious…

Yeah. You could do that.

With a cry of pain, you slumped, your body lying like a dead weight against the ground. The movement caused Mathias’s sword to pull out slightly, but you still had to bite back another cry as the metal cut through your flesh.

Mathias scoffed, his stance shifting ever so slightly. “You’re so weak you can’t even handle a little bit of pain without passing out.” Pure sadistic enjoyment laced his words. “Come on. Wake up, now. Find the Amulet for me.”

His tone of voice reminded you of how people would speak to their pets, as if you were nothing more than an animal yourself.

You tried to slow your breathing, knowing that if you were going to pull this off, you needed to calm down. Breathe. In. Out. Repeat. To distract yourself, you started counting the seconds, trying desperately to think of anything that could be done in this situation.

One, two, three-

You counted the seconds as Mathias talked, his voice rising with each sentence. “She’s going to kill me. I failed her again.”

Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven-

“Wake up, little bitch! Wake up!”

One minute.

As the seconds and minutes dragged on, you struggled to focus, your foggy mind wandering to happier times. You could hear your mother’s laughter and your father’s gentle instruction as he taught you about changing the oil in your car. The echoes of your friend’s laughter, the ones from back home, filled your ears. You could feel the ghost of your patient’s fingers as they gripped your hand in thanks after you had saved their life. You saw Azriel, his handsome face shrouded by shadows. You heard his deep laughter as he danced in the street, wearing that glowing flower crown.

Two minutes.

Was this what death was like? Did you truly see your life flash before your eyes, seeing all of the happy moments before your soul left your body and went to wherever souls went?

Two and a half minutes.

“Find the Moonstone Amulet!” Mathias roared, and if your eyes were open, you would surely see tears streaming down his face.

Three minutes.

Your body was throbbing, your heartbeat slowing. You sent out a silent plea to whatever god reigned here. The Mother, the Cauldron, the fucking stars- you didn’t care. Help me, help me, help me-

“Ah, the Moonstone Amulet he seeks.” The strange whisper filled your mind, full of dark laughter and ancient wisdom, both young and old at the same time. “It is not here. Hasn’t been for thousands of years. But you know that, don’t you, little one?”

You were dead. You had to be. There was no other explanation as to why you would be hearing this strange voice.

“The Amulet has been close to him this whole time,” the voice said with childlike laughter. “But you can find it. It’s in your blood. In your bones. In the very power you wield.”

The fight to continue pretending to be unconscious was a struggle as you tried to make sense of what this whispery voice was saying. It seemed to know who you were and what power you had. You wanted to ask it, but you didn’t know how to answer back.

The voice laughed, closer now, filling your mind with nothing but its velvety whispers. “I can hear you, sweetling. The Woods are linked to you. We are yours, and you are ours. Just ask of us what you want, and your wish is our command.”

You paused for a moment, your body rigid. To your left, you could hear Mathias, still rambling on about his failure and how his queen would have his head if he didn’t manage to wake you up. From the sound of his voice, you could tell that he was facing away from you, his mind completely distracted.

You didn’t know what surprised you more- the fact that this warrior had managed to get so caught off guard, or the fact that your shitty plan had worked.

“Help me,” you pleaded, speaking to the voice with your mind. “Help me out of here.”

A feeling of satisfaction filled your mind, though it wasn’t yours. The voice spoke again, but this time, it sounded powerful and ancient, the opposite of the childlike voice from earlier. “The collar you’re wearing… It is meant to control you and numb you. Goes back to a different race of Fae from long ago, though they are lost to this world now. But you are a flame, one that cannot be put out or controlled.”

You kept your body still as you dug down deep into that well of power that lived in your belly, searching for that flame. You could feel the remnants of it, but the strength was gone. “I can’t even feel my power. I can’t use it.”

The voice clicked its tongue. “You cannot use all of it. But I believe you can manage to use enough to get yourself out of this situation. You are the rightful queen, after all. It would be a shame if you died before your reign even had a chance to begin.”

Rightful queen? This wasn’t real. This was a dream. Yes, you were just having one of your strange dreams, and soon, you would wake up in Azriel’s arms and-

“Think of the ones back in Velaris. Think of your mate. I cannot tell you the story, little one, but he needs you. All of Prythian needs you. Dig down deep. Go on,” the voice encouraged, sounding more like a child again. “Find it. Use it. Wield it.”

You had no other option, so you obeyed. You did think of Azriel- his kindness, his wittiness, his gentleness. You remembered seeing him in the bayou, so lost and confused in your world. You could hear the music of a ball and feel his lips on yours, his gentle hands lighting a fire in your body that you didn’t know was possible.

Suddenly, those happy memories were ripped away as a vision of Nesta, Elain, and everyone back in Velaris ran across your eyelids. You saw them bloody and broken, their dead bodies left on a battlefield, their weapons shattered, their faces pale.

“That is what will happen if you do not get out of this,” the voice whispered, so low and dark you thought you imagined it.

A thousand memories from a thousand different lifetimes washed over you. You were no longer in the Whispering Woods, no longer in your own body, as you were carried through the past.

You saw a small fire and a tiny cabin in the forest, and you heard the sound of a soft, lilting female voice that you had never heard before. You could smell smoke and see the flames as the cabin was burning. You felt warm arms around you, and the sound of rapid breathing filled your ears.

You saw a small female with dark hair and something that looked like wings, her strong arms taking you from the female. I will keep her safe, she said. Until the time is right.

You trembled as memories from your once normal life assaulted you, reminding you of everything you had lost and all the things you had gained.

Finally, you heard your mother’s dying wish as her life had left her broken body. Stay with Azriel. He can protect you.

As the voices and whispers and memories filled your mind, you reached down into that well of power, only to be met with a small flicker of flame. It was weak, but it was there. You reached for it, coaxing it to life.

“What do I do now?” you asked the voice, your mind focused on the flame.

A pause, then a feeling of great pleasure and power. “Rise up, our queen. Rise up.”

You grasped that tiny flame, holding onto it for dear life. Mathias was still distracted as you raised your trembling arm, hand outstretched to the sky. With every ounce of energy you could muster, you channeled that power, willing it to obey, forcing it through your arm and out of your fingers.

Through your closed eyelids, you could see the light as the power shot from your body, piercing the darkness of the Whispering Woods. Your body shook as wave after weak wave of your power was released, continuing on until that small flame died out again.

Mathias gasped. “What the-“

The voice chuckled. “Flames bright and red. Not a bad start. Now, the fun will begin.”

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foxglovepng · 6 months ago

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Hello! Can I request for Soulmate AU of your choice for Leona, Idia, Floyd and Malleus? Thank you in advance!

Characters: Leona, Idia, Floyd, Malleus

CW: Leona & Idia being haters, Floyd is Floyd. Maybe OOC, Not proofread

A/N: Hello Anon! I am not too familiar with writing for soulmate AU so this will definitely be interesting. I decided to go with the red string one because It's the only one I sort of know.

A/N: I am so sorry if these are short I really do not write for soulmates at all.

If you liked Reblogs and Likes are appreciated <3

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Leona

Soulmate?? PSHHHHH Leona doesn't believe in soulmates. Or so he thought.

His brother met his soulmate and well we all know how that went. Leona had given up on soulmates in general since he could never find the said person.

Going to NRC he didn't think he'd meet them.

When he came across Yuu he saw their strings joined during the spelldrive incident. But that wasn't the topic of conversation that was for another day.

When they came across him again Yuu realized they were soulmates and their eyes gleamed. Leona was like Ugh an was constantly trying to fight it, he didn't really care, but Yuu of course kept pushing. He snapped at them one day and was like

"You're annoying I don't care that you're my soulmate." and then walked away.

Eventually Leona secretly began to miss Yuu's prescense but would never admit it out loud. One day he got fed up and went to go look for them. Some students were ganging up on them and he well scared them off.

"Be careful herbivore I'm not cleaning up your messes again." Liar he would.

At first he hated the soulmate thing, but he's not saying he likes it just doesn't mind it.

Floyd

He is a special case. He doesn't care enough, but he also does care. He's neutral to the soulmate thing, but if he ever did find his soulmate he'd be super stoked to meet them.

When Yuu came to Mostro Lounge to make the deal he found out Yuu was his soulmate then. However he was currently busy so he couldn't do anything about it although he's now super interested in Yuu.

After the whole ordeal he attaches himself to Yuu to learn everything about them, and just to get to hang out with them.

(Yuu literally has to force him to practice because he won't leave their side)

Eventually when they do start having a relationship he's even more loving and affectionate knowing he can kiss and cuddle his little shrimp as much as he wants.

Idia

He can barely handle a social interaction what make you think he will find his soulmate.

He's literally a shut in who is mainly on his computer either programming, doing school work, or gaming he'd not one for social situations.

The only way he found out Yuu was his soulmate was because he coincidentally went outside for club and he ran into Yuu and learned Yuu was his soulmate. Yuu figured it out too and he pulled out every excuse in the book to go back to the dorm.

Bro is not ready for the level 100 boss

Ever since then, he has tried to avoid Yuu. Emphasis on try as Yuu would probably be pushing as he is their soulmate.

Ortho at some point tells him he can't keep pushing away. He won't give up, but Ortho literally invites Yuu over forcing them to hang out.

It will take a while and some work before Idia can work up to the idea of a partner and a relationship, but he eventually does get there.

The second Yuu starts talking about marriage or a baby Idia would ramble about how he's not ready and tell Yuu to slow down.

Malleus

Poor boy has been lonely forever a soulmate would make him feel less lonely and he'd be happy that he has someone to be around. He's been excited to meet said soul mate. He'd been dreaming what they'd look like what kind of person they are what gender they are (Not that gender matters to him)

When he was outside ramshackle and Yuu came out he realized their strings connected. He was happy he found his soulmate and would be even happier if they felt the same way about him.

When he came back from Diasmonia that night he told Lilia he found his soulmate. Lilia was happy so was Silver. Sebek was like WHAT? but he will get over it. (Spoiler he ends up liking and tolerating Malleus's s/o)

Peep Malleus planning the wedding with Lilia as the officiant.

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drefear · 1 year ago

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Sister's Mister

Summary: You and your sister are having issues now that Miguel and her are official. Your friends have some opinions, and things finally get heated.

TW: drinking, heartbreak, cheating, family issues.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Peter had begun bringing Miguel around more and more, to whom the only person who seemed to dislike this was Miles, but they didn’t interact much. Miles always just kept Gwen close by when Miguel was around, not trusting him around his girlfriend.

Something about Miguel made MIles uncomfortable, and he tried to tell both you and your sister, but it was no use. Your sister was in love, and you were too visceral to everything now to even comprehend what he was saying. The situation had made you into a shell of who you were.

One person who found this all very entertaining?

Hobie Fucking Brown.

Hobie saw you in that nightclub and knew you were the one Miguel had mumbled to him about a few times while he was drunk. Hobie and Peter took Miguel, Jess, and Lyla out a few times since they’d all become friends freshman year and got them all drunk.

But in the recent few months since Miguel’s summer classes started, he would mumble about some girl under his breath when he was drunk, talk about her like she was a figment of his imagination.

When Hobie saw you sitting alone in the nightclub, sipping your drink and awkwardly looking around as if searching for an escape route, he knew you were the one Miguel was fixated on. But the poor big bastard was too busy grinding on a girl who could be mistaken for a hooker, so much caked on lipstick and ass almost hanging out.

Chaos was Hobie’s specialty and when he started dancing with you, he saw a crimson fire burn in Miguel’s eyes. Over your shoulder, he kept winking at the larger of the two, seeing something itch Miguel on the inside of his throat, giving Hobie the idea that he was in for it once they spoke again.

And then the floozy was dragging Miguel over to you and Hobbie, and this made the alternative boy smile. How perfectly everything was falling into place.

Hobie pulled you closer, something that had gone unnoticed by the females of the group and had Miguel’s hand almost twitching.

Weeks had gone by, then he saw you at that party and heard you drunkenly venting.

“Big and fuckin… stupid, ya know, Gweny? And like… my sister tells me about the sex, Gwen, the sex!” You were barely coherent as you rambled and this made Hobie laugh. He walked off to find his own fling of the night and a few hours later, he saw the big guy carrying out your passed-out body.

The next day was the pool party and after the heat interaction between you and Miguel, he clapped his hands and laughed.

“Time for grub, innit? How bout the food now?” He stood and walked to Peter, who hurriedly started passing out food.

He just sat back and watched, waiting to interfere when he might be needed most, which he had a feeling would be soon.

Meanwhile, Miguel walked around and finally found Gianna in the upstairs bedroom.

“Gianna?” He asked and she turned, hugging him.

“There you are, Miggy! Did you two talk? She still seems really mad.” Gianna bat her eyes and poured a bit, and Miguel felt sick to his stomach. The guilt of wanting you made his mouth dry and his hands freeze.

“We need to talk.” He took her hand and led her to Mile’s living room.

“Oh my god.” She covered her mouth and sat down, moving away from him a little. “I guess this was inevitable.” She let her shoulders sag and stared at the ground.

“Well, I don’t think I’d say it was inevitable. It just started before us, and if I never-“ he looked up once her heard her crying, big tears streaming down her face as she hiccuped a bit.

“I’m so sorry, Miguel. It’s just- I couldn’t help it!” She gasped and Miguel stopped dead in his tracks. What?

“What are you talking about?” He leaned backwards, frowning a bit.

“This is about me and my ex, right?” She looked up, eyes glassy and red from crying now. Miguel stood up and furrowed his brows.

“This- I didn’t even know… did you cheat on me?” The words felt sour in his mouth and like razors on his lips. He stepped backwards and watched as she stood up, reaching towards him. He moved from her hand and glared at the girl.

“I thought you already knew, wasn’t that what you wanted to talk about?” She looked up to him in shame, then squeezed her eyes shut. “It wasn’t anything much, just a hookup.”

“I came out here to tell you this wasn’t working because I want someone else.” He blurted out and a hurt expression flashed across Gianna’s face.

“Who?”

“Does it even matter now? You’re the one who cheated, I was going to cut things off before anything happened with her.” He started walking away from her.

“Where are you going?”

“To go fuck someone else, so I don’t have your taste in my mouth anymore.” He growled and stormed out. He needed to find you. Now.

But you went home. You snuck out of the bathroom and went home, too embarrassed and hurt to see everyone again.

How could you face your sister? Ben? Miles and Gwen? Everything was so screwed up, so messy now and you didn’t want to deal with it. You drove home and locked yourself in your bedroom, afraid of the world.

Days had passed and it was the last class of the semester. You’d been watching your classes online so you didn’t have to leave your house, wanting to avoid everyone and everything. The only time you had to see anyone is when you had to eat, but your mom mainly brought your food to your bedroom.

Walking onto campus, the sun beat down on you so hard and blinded you behind your sunglasses. You hurried into the lecture hall and bent your head down behind your laptop screen. You needed this final grade, it was an important class for you, but there was only one issue.

A looming presence made you scrunch your eyes shut and curl over your computer more.

“We need to talk-“

“Class is starting.” You cut him off and fixed the darkened lenses on your nose.

“Fine.” He yanked out the chair beside you and plopped himself down, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest.

“That’s not what I meant.” You sighed, giving up and letting him sit there. “Did you study?”

“No.” He answered, as if your question was stupid, “Did you?”

“I tried, but I couldn't focus.” You slumped, to which Miguel bit his lip. He felt responsible for your distractions.

“Cheat off of me, then.”

“What?” You blinked in surprise, uncomfortable with how this sentence made your morality feel.

“It’s the final, and you know your shit, so if you need to look over to me at any point, just check your answer. I know I’m gonna get an A anyway, this is my whole job.” He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to you, making you suddenly very conscious of the heat of his body near yours and how you looked.

“F-Fine, but only if I need to, ok?” You stuttered and looked away from him.

“Only if you promise to talk to me after.” He raised a brow and practically trapped you with just the look in his eyes.

“Ok, but not here. We’ll get food or something.” You stammered nervously and heard the professor start talking.

An hour and a half later, you finally finished the test, only glancing at Miguel once through the whole test. A lot of the source material came back to you every time you read the question, only one part stumping you briefly before Miguel held up three fingers and instructed you that it was the third option.

Walking back out into the sunlight, Miguel grabbed your jean loop and stopped you from running away. “We’re taking my car, since you’re basically an escape artist.” You gulped, seeing how intent he was with speaking with you seriously. Every bone in your body was hesitant and afraid of what he might say, you knew him and Gianna broke up shortly after the fight you had with him and your bathroom excursion. She didn’t want to talk about it, and you didn’t particularly want to talk to her. Everytime you two even made eye contact, bile rose in your esophagus and you choked on the stifling shame of how you felt for her ex-boyfriend.

Miguel followed you to his car and had you in the front as you watched everything pass by, thinking about how badly life had crumbled the past few weeks.

Miguel’s hand gripped the steering wheel tighter as he saw you so quiet and upset. He hated this side of you, sad and hurt, but it seemed that this was the only side he brought out of you.

He finally parked after the silent ride and walked around to get the door for you, waiting for you to jump out and also grabbing the door for you as you both entered the coffee shop. You’d never noticed him being a gentleman before, maybe because you’d never even given him the chance.

You sat at a table inside and leaned on the wall beside you, too tired to even sit upright. He stood on the line and ordered coffee for you both, as well as a breakfast sandwich. You stared at his tall frame as he took the seat in front of you and sighed.

“We should get some things out of the way.” He started and you nodded quietly. “I’ll begin with what happened . Your sister and I broke up because she cheated on me and I like you.”

He spoke like this was obvious but your eyes widened in shock.

“She cheated? With who?”

“Some guy in her honors biology class. It wasn’t a big deal, we weren’t that serious and it was only two months.” He shrugged, sipping his black coffee as you milked yours with sugar and cream.

“But still…” You trailed off and bit your lip. You felt his hurt, but he seemed so indifferent that it made you think again and then remember what else he said. “You like me?”

His eyes found yours and he nodded. “I liked you before I knew her, I’ve thought about you since the summer classes started.” He rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, like he was thinking, and the movement had you mesmerized. “Never knew your name, and when I met Gianna, I liked her because she resembled you, but then I was always around you and I would get angry and bitter because I had gotten so close, yet it wasn’t you.” Miguel rambled, running a hand through his brown hair and sighing in frustration from trying to explain his emotions. You grabbed the hand from his hair before you even realized what you were doing and held it on your own, then dropping it and blushing.

“I uh-”

Without waiting for your response, he grabbed that hand again and held it. You sat in silence for a second and stared at where your bodies now met. “You run through my mind like you have no idea.” his hand brushed yours once more and you realized something.

“You were the one who helped me when I was drunk at Miles’s party.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling a little.

You two sat there for hours, talking and laughing as you shared stories and feelings, as if a weight was lifted from both of your shoulders and you could be open to the other now.

As you threw your head back from laughter to something he said, you heard someone call your name from behind you as you turned and met the eyes of the one person who wouldn’t understand. You both froze, fear chilling the entire area around you all.

“Gianna?”

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keehllo · 18 days ago

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MiziTill and IvanTill analysis.

— First, understand Mizi, Till, and Ivan’s character.

Mizi’s guardian must’ve contributed to her naivety as arts of her with her guardian seemed sweeter than Till and Ivan’s interactions with aliens. Till was constantly thrown around and treated like garbage as his guardian ENJOYS TORTURE. Ivan is also treated horrible which contributes to his pessimistic personality compared to Mizi.

Mizi had something Ivan didn’t: Optimism. That’s most likely why Ivan didn’t hate Mizi when it was obvious Till has an infatuation with her. “When she smiled at me, my heart was reborn” which is obvious, Mizi’s brightness attracts people and which is why she’s able to make friends very easily. Ivan knew Till needed that, one of his ways of wanting to make Till as happy as Mizi does is by telling him how horrible Alien Stage is and wanting to run away with him.

I forgot which animatic but it’s shown that Ivan never had a red dot in his pupils until he saw Till. That must’ve been his sign of attraction. This same red dot is seen in Till’s eyes as he runs away with Ivan, he’s happy — until he thinks of Mizi. He remembers Mizi and thinks of what horrible things they’ll do to her if he leaves. The red dot disappears in Till’s eyes.

— Second, Till’s struggle with attachment.

Till clearly struggles with attachment as seen with Ivan, which is confirmed by VIVINOS on her Patreon, saying: “Till has a deep love-hate attachment with Ivan” which is one of the evidences that Till actually struggles so much with how to react when someone shows care for him.

What makes Ivan’s care different from Mizi’s though? Why couldn’t he accept Ivan’s but he could accept Mizi’s?

Ivan was close to him. He was always around him and even if they did fight, they would still hangout. While with Mizi, Till failed to even build a relationship with her. Evidence being Mizi’s intimacy score with Till: “He’s so distant… does he hate me?” And this is because that outside of rebelling, Till writes songs. It’s most likely a coping mechanism for him to vent his feelings. You can see in one of the animations as Till is writing something, Ivan is right next to him. This can be used as a symbol of their closeness. Even if Mizi wasn’t there, Ivan was.

Because of Till’s struggle with healthy attachment, he couldn’t react properly when someone genuinely built a bond with him, but he could with someone who barely hangs out with him.

This is a sign of avoidant attachment. Till’s struggle in how he can show love. After all, how can someone who has never been shown love by his own guardian give love? He was never even taught what actual love is.

— Third, difference between idolization and crushes.

According to VIVINOS on her Patreon she claims that Mizi is a “fantastical figure” to Till. As stated before, they barely interacted as Till was almost always in his own world (rebelling or writing music). Even though Till knows and speaks to Mizi, they don’t even have a bond anywhere close to how Till is with Ivan.

When you don’t build a bond with someone, you only perceive them as a figure. There’s very little to perceive about them when you aren’t close with them. This is how Mizi’s naivety and brightness comes into play, she was everything that Till isn’t. She isn’t a pessimistic, traumatized jerk who hits his own friend (Ivan) just because he gets frustrated with them.

Because of his trauma, he wanted to feel that too. Till put Mizi on a pedestal. This is IDOLIZATION. It’s a way to cope, a form of escapism from his harsh reality.

How can I be so sure it’s that? You can see it in Round 6. Mizi, already going through Round 1, is traumatized. She’s seen the worst. In Till’s flashback, she pictures Mizi in her Anakt Uniform when she was still innocent.

Conclusion: Till does love Ivan, but because of his attachment issues, he didn’t acknowledge that.

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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 7 💋 with Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: praise, dirty talk (that's somehow sugary sweet still because it's Shoto), overstimulation (ofc), oral (f! receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, penetration, Shoto uses his quirk (ofc), pool sex, multiple orgasms, swimwear kink?

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▶️: dive in - trey songz

▶️: wet the bed - chris brown ft. ludacris

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Ooo, I'm about to dive in

Woah, oh, oh, oh

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Splash.

This is your third lap around the school's Olympic-sized swimming pool. You're preparing yourself for UA's upcoming swim meet against Ketsubutsu University.

Along with Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kaminari, Sero, Uraraka, and Ojiro, you were quite enthused when UA decided to implement competitive sports teams. It was quite refreshing for you, a business major with a love for sports.

With the breadth of the hero course's curriculum, you really couldn't see how they'd even have the time for sports outside of hero training, but they seemed to all make it work somehow.

Including your boyfriend, Shoto.

He's a part of UA University's Big Three along with Midoriya and Bakugou and also on the men's swim team with them.

That was how the two of you met and started dating. At your first swim meet against Shiketsu College.

Of course you knew of the infamous Todoroki son from high school's sports festivals and the like, but you had zero interactions with him or any of his classmates due to your differing course schedules at the time.

Now that you all are in college, the course requirements cause students with all different majors to mesh together, as they all share many of the same prerequisite classes needed in order to graduate with a full academic degree.

Once you started dating, Shoto's cold (no pun intended) outer exterior began to melt away (also no pun intended) as you began to worm your way right into his heart.

After you finished your final lap, you pulled yourself out of the pool to sit on the stone steps that led out of it.

Wringing out your wet hair, you pulled it off your shoulders and up into a messy bun with a few pieces hanging in your face.

"Well, that should just about do it for today." You triumphantly told yourself, your chlorine-soaked face twisting up ever so slightly into a confident smile as you thought about winning the meet and then going out afterwards to celebrate with all your friends.

And with Shoto.

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The sound of your gym locker slamming shut echoed around the empty changing room. With your heavy school and gym bags slung over either shoulder, you were ready to make your way back to the dorms.

"Going somewhere, little lamb?"

A deep, sultry voice cooed out from somewhere behind you.

You turned abruptly, slightly startled by the tone of the all-too familiar male's icy tone.

"Hey, Sho. What's up? I didn't know that you guys had practice this evening."

He stepped from around the corner, his tall, lean, 6'2" frame approaching you swiftly thanks to his long, muscled legs.

No doubt he's the fastest swimmer on the men's team with those legs.

His bi-colored hair, split perfectly down the middle, was dribbling water down his forehead. A white towel slung over his neck soaked up any remaining droplets as your eyes moved from his forehead down to his heterochromatic eyes, his bare chest, washboard abs, and finally…

His raging hard-on that was all-too perspicuous in those tight, spandex navy blue, white, and red shorts.

A ghost of a smirk upturned his top lip as he watched you check him out. He even shook his head a bit from side to side, making water fly off of his hair in random directions.

"That's because we didn't. Coach had to leave early because of a family emergency."

"O-oh? Well, that's unfortunate to hear."

"Mhm."

Before you knew it, Shoto had your back pinned against the lockers. His lips ghosted up your neck, while his sneaky fingers went to grasp your right breast, massaging the nipple through your thin white T-shirt until it was hard.

Your hands came up to wrap around his neck, but he grabbed them up in his other hand and pinned them above your head.

"Mmm, Shoto, what's all this, daddy?" You cooed, eyes dilating while watching him.

"Been wanting you all day. When you texted me that you had practice this afternoon, all I could think about was you in your bathing suit. Soaking wet, nipples hardening when they hit the air, and perfectly outlining your pussy. I don't even know how the school allows you to wear these skimpy ass things, but I'm not complaining."

You giggled and angled your face to kiss his jaw, which made him blush.

So he was still your bashful, cute Shoto, even while overcome with undeniable lust for you. Perfect.

"Let my arms down, Sho. Want to blow your big cock, baby~"

Shoto recovered from his blush almost instantaneously and shook his head.

"No can do, beautiful. I have to have your pussy in my mouth right now.

He growled under his breath, almost inaudibly, and moved to pull your athletic shorts down to your knees. You stepped out of them, leaving your fat, swimsuit-covered pussy on display.

"You didn't shower yet?"

Your turn to blush now as you shook your head.

"I was g-going to once I made it to the dorms."

"Don't fret, darling. I only ask because I want to eat this pussy fresh out of the pool."

Damn was he turning you on! He could eat you however and wherever he wanted to at this point!

"Go ahead, Sho. Do whatever you want to me.."

He clicked his tongue and lowered himself to his knees, finally letting your arms go. You sighed in relief and threaded your fingers through his soft, wet hair.

"Whatever I want? Be careful what you ask for, pretty. Jump."

You did as he asked; he caught you under the thighs and pushed you further up against the locker, which was uncomfortable, but you couldn't be bothered to care.

Especially not when Shoto started sucking on your lower lips through your swimsuit.

"Ooooh, Sho, that feels good, daddy… don't stop!"

He wasn't going to.

Shoto balanced your thighs over his shoulders and you let yourself rest on them while he took a hand to move the now-saliva-soaked material covering your pussy aside to rub your clit with his fingers.

You didn't know how long you'd be able to last like this. Shoto's fingers were like fucking magic where making you come undone was concerned.

"Yeah, that feel good, baby? Want me to put them inside?"

His heterochromatic eyes were locked on your e/c ones as he began rubbing more vigorously, holding your clit between his middle and ring fingers with his entire palm covering your labia.

"Y-y-yessss, shit! So good, baby!"

"Fuuuccck, you're already shaking. You missed me today, yeah?"

No answer from you.

"Come on. Blink once for yes, twice for no."

One blink.

"Good girl~" Shoto took his fingers off your clit and angled them upwards before sticking them inside you.

Your back fell off the locker, but Shoto caught you, chuckled, and positioned you back against it. He lifted your right leg up, pressed it against your chest and let your foot rest beside his head.

"How do you want it, baby girl?" He asked sweetly before he pressed a few soft, wet kisses to your inner thigh.

"Come on, talk to me." He then slapped your thigh, which woke you up from your dumbstruck haze.

"W-want both…want it all…need it all, Sho."

He smirked and suddenly you felt his fingers turn ice cold as he plugged them deep inside your core, making you choke out a few moans.

"Sh-FUCK!"

"Ooo yeah, love it when I make you curse, baby."

He then switched hands, faster than the speed of light and now you were filled with a satisfying warmth. It wasn't long before you were gushing all over his hand.

"That's one. Come here, baby. Let me lay that perfect body down."

Shoto pulled you off the wall and hoisted you over his shoulder.

"You trust me to try something?" He asked as he patted your butt while he carried you out to the pool.

"Mhm, trust you with my life, Sho."

That warmed his heart and made him genuinely smile.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Sho."

Shoto situated you at the edge of the pool. You dipped your legs in while he sat on his knees in front of you, half-submerged in the water.

"So pretty, looking like a fucking princess on her throne." He praised, rubbing your legs with both hands while he bent to kiss your knees all the way up your thighs.

"How long do you think I can hold my breath underwater?"

"H-huh?"

He didn't answer you; instead, Shoto moved his head between your legs and used his teeth to move your swimsuit aside. One hand pulled it and held it out of the way while his mouth ravished you.

You mewled, head thrown back, one elbow placed against the slippery, wet step to balance yourself. Shoto took your leg and brought it to his shoulder again, holding it while he made a mess of your pussy.

Licking and sucking softly, his lips moved like he was French-kissing you on the mouth.

"Sho, shit! That's so good, baby. Fuck, eat me out, just like that~♡!"

His entire head was in between your legs as if breathing meant nothing to him.

Your thighs began to shake again but he held fast, spreading you open wider as he went wild between them.

His red and white hair shook from side to side as he ate you with vigor like you were the last thing he'd ever taste.

"SHOTO!"

"Mmmmhmmm.…"

He hummed on your pussy, making it vibrate. That was the last straw for you.

He had to grip both thighs tight in order to keep you from tumbling over into the pool head first. You squirted again, making his eyebrows shoot up.

When you came down from your high, Shoto's entire face was drenched, which made you blush.

"So good, baby. You did a perfect job, my love."

He didn't even bother to wipe his face before dragging you by the hips to rest right on the last step. Your lower half was now submerged in a shallow bit of water.

"One more for me, baby. Can you cum one last time on my cock? Hmm, pretty baby?"

You nodded eagerly, though you felt the strength rapidly leaving your body.

Shoto lowered his swim trunks, your eyes watching his every movement until his cock finally popped out.

It's so long; pretty and thick with a fat, pink tip. Pre-cum ran down the shaft only making you want to get up on your knees and lick it up.

"Spread your legs a little, baby. Just like that. Stay right there."

He gripped it in his right hand, stroking a little before tapping it on your clit, making the little bud jump in excitement.

"Sho, no teasing, please….need you…"

"You have me, baby. Oh God, do you have me…" He whispered softly, eyes totally focused on easing his dick head into your cunt.

A shiver coursed through your entire body once Shoto was inside. He used his left side to warm you up, making your belly flare with heat once he began stroking.

Stroke left.

"Sho…"

He knew you were on the verge of breaking down.

Switch it up, now he's moving slowly, thrusting deeply in you, swirling his hips, making the water splash around your waist as his dick is now as cold and hard as a freezer pop.

"Sho!"

"Yes…" He coached as his eyes watched you like a hawk: your facial expressions, your breathing. Everything. He wanted to see it all. To watch you completely unravel, just for him. Only for him.

Stroke right.

His own thighs were beginning to burn from how much work he was putting in, but with his stamina, he could last another two rounds only if you were able to handle it.

Which you're not.

"God, Shoto…"

"Yeah, baby. Call for me. Are you cumming?"

Your stomach was tense, jaw slacked, and thighs sore from being held open for so long.

"I said are you cumming, Y/n? Answer me, baby girl. Do you want me to stop? Stop you from getting that nut?"

Tiredly but eagerly, you shook your head no.

"Then answer my question. Are you close?"

"Y-yes."

"What's that?"

"Y-yes! Yes Shoto, I'm so close! I can't take it anymore, please just give me your cum!" You cried, tears bubbling at your lash line and threatening to spill over.

He had the nerve to chuckle. God, how he loved your tear-stricken face. Loved to see and hear you go delirious on his cock.

"You want my cum? You have to give me something first, precious. You know what I want."

"I can't, Sho…please..!"

"You can. I'm going to help you, baby…help you lose it on my fucking cock."

He spread you impossibly wider, making you almost do a complete split as he drilled his cock into you.

That wasn't all though, oh no.

As he fucked you senseless, he alternated the temperature of his dick with each thrust.

The moans you let out were very hot and pornographic. If anyone out in the hallway was to walk by, they'd most certainly know that you were getting fucked and by whom you were getting fucked.

You couldn't stop chanting Shoto's name, and he wouldn't stop thrusting.

"Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Fuck! That's good…. I feel it, baby, oh shit! Feel you clenching on me, unnghhhh, goddamnit….!"

The water sloshed all around the both of you and you let out one final, long scream of Shoto's name. Your squirt shot out of your pussy and splashed high against his abdomen.

After seeing and feeling you squirt all over his dick, Shoto came hard as hell, filling you to the brim with his nut.

With his last bit of strength, he pulled the two of you up and out of the water and fixed his shorts back up on his hips.

He pulled you against his chest and peppered the side of your head with soft kisses.

"Did so good for me, my baby. So proud of you."

You could barely hear him, but you smiled. You almost fell asleep in his arms until he nudged you back awake.

"What is it, Sho?"

Your eyes followed his to a black, white, and red sign depicting a stick figure running with a red circle and slash mark going through the image.

Shoto smirked.

"No Running in the Pool Area."

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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the red j.m. | chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: NO GOOD

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: you've been in jackson for a month now and things are still a little rough. you haven't found the right crowd to fit into yet, and thought maybe you might have to settle for the family of four you already know, until you meet your patrol partner, tyler. unfortunately, joel doesn't seem to like the idea of you with any other man but him.

warnings: 18+ age gap (joel is 57, reader is turning 26), inappropriate thoughts, sexual language, teasing, touching, slight jealous!joel, x-rated descriptions, crude language, perv!joel, creepy!joel, mean joel not too mean tho, MDNI!!!

wc: 6.2k

na: HI! thank you for alllll of the love oh my god my little gothic heart is so full i love you guys!!! i hope this series is everything and more to you guys bc i love this so much! hopefully as chapters go by, i get better in my writing and hope everyone enjoys it! i appreciate all of your kind words and interactions with me and making me feel welcome since i am new to writing on tumblr and kind of took a six year break from writing oneshots/fanfictions LOL. anyways please enjoy this chapter things are g3tting a little hot and heavy :P I CANT WAITT i hope that my writing is cathartic for my big girls we do not get enough representation for us in stories and writings!please enjoy! smut coming soon fr fr LMFAOO

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DECEMBER 21ST, 2024

YOU

you’ve been in jackson for a month now. you couldn’t believe it, you truly had every doubt about staying even a week. but, it’s probably the calmest life you’ve lived in a very long time. you enjoyed it and you truly felt you’d made the right decision, it didn’t take much convincing either. but, you still haven’t unpacked the items maria gave you and continues to give you. just in case.

the neighbors are learning your name, as you are with them, and they actually care. as much as you let them. you felt quite bad because you found yourself still not clicking with anyone around you. and you’ve tried. the people your age find you boring, almost a dark cloud over them, bursting their bubbles. younger kids only approach you because of ellie, asking for advice on stance and grip. the older group, around tommy and joel’s age, finds you a bit much.

your language, your lack of social awareness–sometimes it gets embarrassing. saying something old heads wouldn’t necessarily like, being too blunt and a little explicit. joel figured you should hang around your age group, yet you didn’t really click in with the rest. he was far from embarrassed being around you, you just said the things he was thinking out loud.

you only found yourself clicking with joel. in many ways, as much as he let you. he was standoffish most of the time, barely cracking a smile at your weird habits and the noises you make when you’re passed out on the couch. he refused to let you break him, this wall that he had up to survive. do not get attached. he thought, maybe the less he knew you the less it’d hurt to have anything happen to you. but it seems even as little as he does know you, he’s still feeling that tug at his heart laying his eyes on you.

it was too late. whoops.

joel doesn’t want to address that feeling, and he doesn’t want to call it as it is. he actually cares about you. he had no choice but to call it that, because why else would he lie to you about finding cassettes in the house?— so that you didn’t know what he really did to get you whatever he could get his hands on.

he didn’t want you to know that he actually smuggled in goods that he and his family needed, and while bribing, stealing, trading and selling for necessities, he made it a mission to find at least one cassette tape for you. he didn’t know you actually saw him red handed, and you still didn’t know where those boxes were coming from. he figured if you knew, you’d bring it up.

he made it his mission for two whole weeks, after your first week of staying with him, and finally got his hands on some actual music for you. joel hadn’t made efforts like this in a long time, and he knew that denying the fact that he at least cared for you would mean he was being delusional.

but he was always worried about you. you were his object of affection and he craved to find a way to get you out of his mind. he actually felt guilty for thinking about you in ways you’ve probably never been before, he felt guilty for wanting nothing but to make you feel good—however that was.

you doubted it strongly of course, shaking the feeling off as your own delusion and insanity, but you always hoped. hoped that maybe his generosity and southern hospitality was actually him caring about you in a different way, but he was a grown man. you tried to off yourself in front of him–you were insane to think he’d even look at you as anything but a liability, he hardly looked your way as it was.

at least you thought so.

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joel paid attention to every single thing he sees and hears. he doesn’t show it, he doesn’t acknowledge it—all he does is observe. some more than others.

you didn’t talk to him unless he talked to you, you kept your distance like he wanted, but somehow he knew everything that was going on. he didn’t have to talk to you to know you, and that’s what he was ashamed of. he watched you.

he was a creep, he felt like someone who was abnormal and making things weirder than they had to be. he was studying you and you didn’t even know. he picked up on what made you smile, which cassettes you listened to the most, which just so happened to be the ones he was ‘holding on to.’ and in the midst of observing you, he checked you out any time he got.

when you weren’t looking mostly, but even sometimes when you were talking to him about something not so important. he realized that if you did see that his eyes wandered over you, you were probably gaslighting yourself into thinking he wasn’t doing exactly what you thought he was doing. he loved your body. and he loved the way you dressed your body, the way the shirts you wore always clung to your heavy breasts, how even when you dressed in baggy clothes he still wanted to ruin you like that.

sick. you’re a sick old pervert, ya kno’ that? he knew. what joel didn’t know is why you made him feel this way, why you drove him to do the things that he does for you. why he acted feral every time you bent over, why he would storm out of the room when you got on your hands and knees to pick something you dropped up off the floor.

but he also studied you because he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling how you felt the night you woke up in jackson, to make sure you weren’t feeling depressed or like you didn’t want to be here anymore. just talk to her fucker. he couldn’t. he would never admit it, but he’s eavesdropped near ellie’s garage to hear conversations between the two girls.

“ellie, i mean it, you cannot tell joel.” you hushed as you glanced towards the door, back to ellie.

she scoffed. “like i’d tell him, lay it on me.” you noticed the irritation in her eyes when you brought up joel, asking yourself if maybe there was something that wasn’t being said. you just put a pin in it.

“okay. one, i’m finally allowed a gun and i got my patrol route.” you cheered in a hush and joel almost pressed his ear into the door.

ellie rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper. “no fucking fair. good looks, telling me bad news first. what’s two?” she joked.

“i met my patrol partner. his name’s uh, tyler? i think. yeah,” you looked down and nodded, assuring yourself. joel made it a note to tell ellie how thin her walls were, not right now though.

“tyler… tyler m?” joel thought of every man in this town named tyler with the letter M as his last name. instantly made a mental list of five tylers.

“i don’t know. but he asked me for a drink. tonight, he was gonna meet me here but i told him i’d meet him there. lesson number 5, always have a way to leave anywhere you are if you need to.” you said. you figured it’d be best to teach her as much as you could, telling her things she needed to hear to survive.

that’s how joel knew immediately what was happening when he heard your soft singing from your cracked door. you were getting ready for him. he actually hated it. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that heat in his chest, biting the tongue—it wasn’t until his face turned down into the old familiar feeling, what he recognized as jealousy.

who was he to be jealous? for what? it was a saturday night, most people were off of work, and everyone was settling in the town’s circle to drink and watch movies. everyone but joel. he was now classified as a bitter old man, with a dark whiskey in his glass. maybe now a bitter, creepy old man as he knocks slightly on the cracked door and you invite him in.

you were fixing the laces on your shoes, simple black converse, and his eyes made his way up from there to your face. a deep v neck shirt that looked like a second skin from how tight it was, and faded black jeans with tiny holes from being lived in that hugged the fat of your thighs. he never noticed the gold dainty necklace that sat in the middle of your chest, but it sits right between the curves of your breasts. were they always that big? he felt like a kid, ogling and asking stupid questions.

“hellooo? joel?” you called to him as you rested your palms on the width of your thighs. he saw your lips, coated in a sheen and your hair split down the middle instead of being in a pony tail or bun. creepy old man. you’re being creepy joel!!! he shook his head.

“headin’ to the circle?” he asked. if he were close enough you could smell the whiskey on his breath.

“yeah i-,” you thought for a minute. joel didn’t trust the next person as much as you did. you saw his protectiveness through ellie, you felt maybe he’d feel the same for you. even if you were a bit delusional.

“-was gonna catch a movie with ellie, most likely be back around 12.” you said as you glanced at the clock, 9:32.

“‘s that right?” he said suggestively, like he knew something you didn’t. he did.

“yeah. that’s right,” you stood firm, even shot him a dirty look. “why don’t you enjoy the night, joel. you got the house to yourself, ain’t that what you’ve been mopin’ around for?” you stood up and grabbed your gun to put in your waistband behind your shirt, sticking a knife in your high top converse and one in your jean pocket.

maybe you got too defensive, but you were right in a way. he looked miserable around the house, storming in just to grab a beer and lock himself in the library or room.

“that’s right,” he was just smug. so smug you couldn’t stand it, you wanted to slap him.

“whatever joel,” you wanted to be right so bad. you wanted to prove to even yourself that you were right. but neither of you were buying into this act you played, and you knew it. he was making you nervous with his stare, the hard shell you had was practically ripped off of you when he grabbed your wrist before you left the room. he held you, shoulder to shoulder and looked at your face, down your neck and to your chest.

“if you need anythin’, you let me know darlin’.” darlin’? it was so foreign to you, so alien that you didn’t even have time to process it before your mouth moved to say a small alright and taking your arm from his grip. when you did, it was cold and you could feel the print of his hand around your wrist down the stairs.

it was so different, something that leaked off of his words when he spoke to you. and you wanted to hear more of it, explore that with him.

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before you could psych yourself out of going through the bar’s doors, you heard someone call for your name and turned your head to the left to see tyler, walking towards you with a big grin on his face. tyler was just two years older than you, someone you met while you were in combat and patrol classes, and didn’t acknowledge until he approached you, re-introducing himself as your partner for the first two weeks. you couldn’t be cold and shoo him away, you just smiled and introduced yourself, really looking at him.

he was not joel miller. tyler’s skin wasn’t as tan as joel’s but he wasn’t pale, and he was actually a bit lanky even under the thick coats he layered. you noticed that his chest wasn’t as broad and strong as joel’s, hell his arms were smaller than yours. he was a skinny tall thing, while you were a bit short and thick everywhere. and when he embraced you lightly at the entrance of the bar, you just felt cold. no warmth, no comfort, you felt like you’d break him.

“hey, i was hoping you’d actually come.” he breathed in as he pulled away, still, it wasn’t feeling right.

“why wouldn’t i?”

“cause you’re out of my league,” he said with a seductive smile and you wanted to believe him. wanted to enjoy the night as it comes and maybe have a few drinks, talk. but your mind was on a bitter man who sat in a house all by his lonesome.

the thing about ‘dates’ now is that small talk doesn’t happen anymore. what’s your mom like? she’s dead actually. really? mine too! it was pointless. if you ended up here, you knew that you were alone.

it wasn’t long before you and tyler were sitting on two stools, side by side. your knees were in between his as the two of you talked, flirted, gave simple touches. you were having fun. doing what would seem normal at a bar, just enjoying the company of someone who actually liked you.

“how come you’ve never hung out with anyone else? i never see you with anyone.” he said, his fingers tapping on your knee.

“mmm, i’m just not for everyone.” you flirted, covering his fingers with yours. you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but you’d like to live in it just a little longer. the touch of a man, someone who desired you even if it wasn’t how you wanted. something you started to crave from joel.

“maybe you’re just for me then?” he suggested, and you decided to just play into it. it was kind of hard not to when you were thinking of joel, you needed to act out on it.

“i doubt that, honey,” you said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. he smelled like tequila and grass, something not that appealing but you ignore it. you wanted something out of him tonight, because for some reason the words joel spoke to you kept ringing in your ears. if you need anything, you let me know darlin’. the words rumbled through your body and straight to your core, because if there’s anything you need he could definitely be of help.

you didn’t know how long you stayed at this bar, teasing and touching each other until you felt the ache in your core, aching for a touch that you’ve had once before. but you didn’t give a shit about purity or virginity, you wanted the ache gone and you knew tyler was the best bet.

“tyler,” you whispered in his ear as the bar started to empty.

“yes, beautiful?” he answered and slid his hand up your thigh.

“show me how good you are with your fingers, yeah?”

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he followed you back to joel’s, hand in hand as you turned the key to the house and softly opened the door to prevent the creaking. granted, you didn’t think this through, like everything else. maybe you should’ve gone to his. you cringed a bit, walking inside.

it was dark inside, nothing but the sizzle of a freshly put out fire. you put your fingers to your lips to shush him, taking him slowly upstairs and to your room. you couldn’t help but find yourself glancing at joel’s door, which is cracked open.

you finally made it to your room with the lanky man groping your body and trying to slither you out of your jeans, letting him.

“only want your fingers, okay? if not you can leave.” you established as you stood in your panties and tight shirt.

“fuck, yeah that’s okay,” tyler himself was craving a woman’s touch, he didn’t even care if he got off. he just wanted to see you, a woman’s body, to feel you.

“can i touch you? like anywhere?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed, his cock already hardened against his pants. it didn’t sound right coming from him. you wondered what it’d sound like with the texas twang you craved to hear from a certain man.

it still made your core twinge a bit, remembering the last time you were this vulnerable. you couldn’t lie, even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you fell in to the odd touch of the man desperately trying to touch you.

“anywhere. keep your dick in your pants, i’ll touch as i go if you want me to.” you moved over to him and crawled into your bed, and he slipped in next to you as he propped himself on his elbow to look at you.

“you’re so pretty, really.” he said, genuinely and you smiled. your stomach even fluttered a bit. it’s been a long time hearing that, hearing desire.

“touch me, please.”

tyler took his time, a little more than you’d liked but he was busy distracted with the way your tits pushed up to your chin, like you were suffocating. touching and teasing, his touch felt good but it still didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel heartstopping. maybe you’re expecting too much.

but he didn’t talk to you when he dipped his hand in your panties, you just heard his whimpers and panting as he rutted his hard on into the side of your fat thigh, barely focused on you. you weren’t feeling it anymore, your wetness wasn’t even directed towards him really. everything you did with him was what you wanted to do with joel. you weren’t interested anymore and it started to feel wrong, it never felt good because tyler wasn’t worried about you. just his nut, and you didn’t like that. you didn’t like to feel used.

“okay, wait, wait—i said wait!” you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from your panties and moving off of the bed.

“wait, fuck i’m sorry, i was just so, fuck i’m so sorry.” he said a bit loudly, and you swore you heard a creak in the hallway as you moved to the door.

“it’s okay, i just, i’m not–i’m tired. i think you should go.” you said, hugging your arm as he adjusted himself in his pants and got up.

“i’m sorry, i,-” he tried again and you waved him off.

“it’s done and forgotten, you didn’t do anything you were just really into it. i wasn’t.” you were careful with your words, not as tough as you would be because you’re vulnerable. but he wouldn’t get far if he hurt you, you knew that.

“i’m sorry, goodnight. can we kind of like, forget this?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck and you softly laughed.

“forget what?” you smiled and he returned it, giving a small kiss on the cheek before he left. he was a nice man, a good kid, and he meant no harm. he didn’t need a ruthless beating or yelling, just needed to tell him it wasn’t meant to be. you couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong it was, how wrong it felt being tyler touching you.

you knew who you wanted to touch you. as sweet and kind and charming tyler was, he wasn’t what you wanted. the man you wanted was across the hall from you, on the other side of the stairs. sleeping, maybe.

you knew ellie was at a friends house doing only god knows what, so with the hope in mind that joel was asleep in his room, you trotted downstairs braless, and bottomless. you were still in the same tight shirt you left in, but now just in the pink panties that were apart of the gifts maria got you. just new/traded clothing you needed. the shirt hugged you and cut off at the dip of your curve, the fat of your tummy slightly protruding between the shirt and your panties.

you didn’t look towards the fireplace where the sofas were, instead you grab a small cup and let faucet water pour into it, taking a drink.

“work up a sweat?” a deep southern voice said behind you, from a distance. you jumped at the sudden break of silence and turned quickly to the sofas.

“joel? what the fuck,” you breathed and stepped out to walk to the sofas. somehow, you completely disregarded the fact that all you had on was a shirt and panties, standing in joel miller’s living room.

“what made you think it was a bright idea to invite a bastard in my home like that? not only that,” he said. you finally saw the light from outside shining on his face as he stood up, something glimmering in his hand. a gun. “but letting him touch all over you? that prick?”

you had a lot to say, a lot to yell out. but the only thing to say was a snarky comment. “you know he called you the same thing.”

which, he did. but you were too drunk on the flirting and drinks to care or to know why, even though you already knew. joel wasn’t nice to anyone but ellie. tommy and maria even think he’s an asshole, but that’s tommy’s brother and maria’s brother in law. he’s family. but there were things that you didn’t know about joel miller. things he didn’t want you to know either.

“why do you even care? who’s touching me, i mean.” you scoff, feeling less embarrassed about your state of clothing. but being a lot more aware as he steps closer and closer to your curvy figure, putting his gun in the waistband of his sweatpants.

he was intimidating like this. towering over you with his fists clenched, searching your face for something. you felt your heartbeat pick up as his eyes raked over you and fell on your lips. he was drunk off of you, the sight of your fat cunt only being clothed by a single piece of fabric drove him to dig his nails in his palms. the nakedness of your thighs, and the midriff showing—it was going to kill him.

“if you’re gonna fuck these town folk, make sure it ain’t in my house.” he spit, and you just rolled your eyes. you felt like you were in trouble for sneaking out, like a teenager.

“i didn’t fuck anyone. we didn’t do anything. he wanted to, i didn’t.” you defended, feeling small now but still holding yourself tall.

joel just looked at you, not wondering if you were lying or not. he knew you weren’t, he heard it himself the minute he heard something bang against your wall. it was just you shuffling to get up, and he heard you consoling him. you weren’t satisfied.

“why’d you lie to me? bout’ seein’ him tonight?” he asked, your head tilted up to his as he steps one step closer. your chest is almost touch his, and your breathing was getting heavier.

“figured you wouldn’t trust him,” you said, sounding like you wanted to say something else but keeping it to yourself.

he was watching you like you were his prey. like you were something he wanted to take and devour for himself, like you were something for his eyes only.

“smart girl,”

“he touch you wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity killing him slowly as time passes with you standing in front of him with your tight pink panties on. he looked down between the two of you and saw the hardened pebbles that were your nipples showing up through your black tight shirt, down to your tummy that was pressed against his. he liked the softness of your belly, he was practically dying to grip it himself. he wanted to grip every part of you, to palm your pussy and feel how warm you were in his grip. he even found himself hating his own mind as thought of what your pussy would look like sucking him in.

“i, he,” you were stuttering, embarrassing yourself as his hand trailed up your arm, thinking of all the ways he could watch you take his cock for him.

you watched him watch you. how his eyes went dark again, how there was a slight touch of possessiveness in his voice. you didn’t assume though.

“can’t find the words, hm? he wasn’t makin’ you feel good?” he asked softly, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed through your mouth, opening again to see a small grin playing on his lips, his head tilted to the side. his fingers barely left your wrist, and made their way to your fleshy hip, tapping against the bare skin. he was enjoying this. making you squirm. making you nervous.

“fuck off, joel,” you meant it to come out a lot stronger than it did, even you thought you sounded needy. “s’ none of your damn business,” you spit, stronger this time.

and before you could even wallow in your retorts, a smile tugged very faintly at his lips. you weren’t so convincing when you were practically trying to pull him to your body with your fists buried in his sweater. he appreciated the effort though, he's never met someone with as much bite in their bark as you.

he just liked to watch you writhe for him. you wanted to whine with how eager you were for him, how mean he was being to you for no reason. you needed him.

“it’s like you’re not even tryin’, what’s the matter? do i make you nervous sweetheart?” he gleamed in his power over you, the way your eyes searched for him and your mouth parted, just for him. he wanted to ruin you in every way. ruin every man for you, show you how to truly be taken care of.

"go fuck yourself," you retorted and he actually laughed. and he laughed at you. a sudden heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment filling you.

“i didn’t tell you but,” he paused as he leaned into your ear, grazing his cheek against yours and smiling to himself, “you looked real pretty today, ya know that? you look even prettier like this, all flustered for me.”

you had to be dreaming. had to have gone to sleep after tyler left, and this was your wet dream making up for it. there was no way you were this exposed to joel and he was practically pressed up against your body as he told you how pretty you looked. you couldn’t speak, your tongue was tied and joel smiled to himself as he realized he got you to shut up.

“would ya let me touch you, sweet girl? maybe you'd be nicer if someone knew how to touch you,” he asked, his fingers playing on your hip.

you still couldn’t answer. it felt like a trap, like if you let yourself give in to his words, every guard you put up was pointless. you were frozen, and suddenly felt insanely vulnerable but his voice was so inviting, so impossible to not fall into.

“touch me where?” you asked, treading lightly. you wanted to hear it, you wanted him to tell you he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. you wanted to prove to yourself that you hadn't lost your mind yet. but you also wanted to stretch whatever this was as long as possible before you find yourself on your knees for him without even asking.

joel felt like he was out of his body. like he was watching you squirm and move under his presence from above. he was so distracted by how hard your nipples were rubbing against him that he didn’t even notice your fists balled into his shirt, trying to take him in closer. maybe it was the alcohol he drank to ignore the jealousy he felt, or maybe it was the fact that tommy came to tell joel about the boy you were seeing. how the two of you were practically on top of each other before he left, how he was touching you in public–he was angry.

nothing was done, nothing more than joel grabbing your almost bare hip and you tugging on his shirt, but it still felt like something that was crossing a line. a line you wanted to cross.

until he got the courage to grab the hand that was buried in his sweater, taking it in his own and touching you with your hand. he was answering your question. his hand ghosted on top of yours as his eyes watched your eyes train on the sight between the two of the bodies, enjoying how soft and pink you look. you were hot and bothered, and he could get used to seeing you like this.

“first place i’d touch you, baby,” he breathes, his lips practically against your cheek now. he was breathing you in, drinking you in, “is right here,”

his hand guided you to cup your mound, angry that it wasn’t his hand touching you. your breath was shaky while you watched him, your eyes flickering from his moving hand to his eyes, and every time he made sure your eyes latched onto his. he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying teasing you like this, he wanted you to remember the way he looked at you while you panted against him.

“but like this, lemme show you ‘xactly how i’d touch you sweetheart,” he was lost, drunken only on you, ignoring the world around him. “don’t think that boy would be enough for a woman like you, ain’t that right?"

he took his own hand as you were still pressed against his front, his lips now teasing the skin of the crook of your neck and starting to pull your panties away from your skin to dip his hand inside. your breathing was uneven and your soft whimpers were getting louder the more he trailed down into your underwear, and he was loving them.

the second he felt the scruff of your unshaved mound, he heard you release a shaky, sexy breath, and he grew harder against your bare abdomen. even feeling the heat of your skin on his clothed cock made him want to get on his knees and worship you.

"needy little fuckin' thing, that desperate for me huh? you gonna let me feel this pretty pussy how i want?"

he was so fucking filthy. so filthy for someone who hasn't even seen you naked, so filthy for someone who didn't even talk to you before this. it was agonizing, you were melting into his harsh words and wanted to listen to him make you feel small like this all night.

"joel, i swear," you warned as his breath hit your lips with his eyes on yours.

you had a bush, he thought to himself. he really didn’t think that would turn him on of course, but now he pictured you standing in front of him, bottomless. how your belly would look with your curves, the way your breasts would rest at their natural position, your thighs fat and wide all for him, and the pretty fat mound waiting for him to feel and taste. worst time to think all of that of course, because it sent a flood of blood and excitement to his groin, giving him another thing to be nervous about. but god did he want to see it, see all of you laid in his bed, and tugging on the thatch of hair on your mound. he was fucked.

and god forbid you figured out that he’s been picturing you bent and folded in every way just so he could reach to the back of your cervix, if you figured out that his anger towards you is pent up sexual frustration because every time you’re in the shower, he’s thinking of the way you looked lathered in soap, waiting for him to join you. he was a sick man to think of you like this, but all of his desires and fantasies were threatening to barge in, to unleash all of his wants and needs to you.

he was fighting himself to be a respectable man, a man who doesn’t think of women who were young enough to be his own kid in ways that were sinful. he shouldn’t be wanting to fill your throat with his cock when you smart mouth him. he was losing whoever he thought was himself, and letting heart and cock do his thinking.

you couldn't think right, nothing was processing as you felt the heat of his hand on your cunt. you felt another wave of pleasure hit you and suddenly, you could feel your wetness pooling for him in your panties. you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that joel actually wanted you too, even if he wanted to put you in your place for once and shut you up.

you didn't care how he wanted you. you were a bitch, but you were desperate for him.

"mmm, you're real scary, baby, threats ain't gettin' you anywhere. you have t' beg me for my fingers," he teased, rubbing the hair on your mound.

"oh fuck off, i'm not begging you for shit," you're putting up a fight with yourself, and you were winning. at leadt you thought so. even if you were letting him touch you this way, you weren't goping to beg him or give him the pleasure of watching you submit to him.

"yeah? maybe i'll jus' make ya," he grinned, his sinister smile forming while he rested his forehead on yours, his hand inside your panties as the two of you watched him tease your lips.

the second joel’s finger moves from your hairy mound to the fat lips of your cunt to spread and feel just how much you ached for him, to tease your hole so you'd be sent into a fit of desperation, the two of you heard the doorknob jiggle and a loud laugh from the outside, meaning it was ellie. joel pulled his hand and body away quickly and nodded upstairs with a hard look, giving you the hint to go before ellie saw you in your panties.

your face expressed everything to him, you needed him. and you didn’t want to let go. he watched as you walked up the stairs, your ass practically eating up the fabric of your panties. it left nothing to the imagination and he groaned, something you swore you heard, before he fixed himself in his pants.

ellie walked in, and you stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight to hear the lecturing.

“are you outta your damn mind, ellie? it’s three in the mornin’,” his paternal instincts were coming out, and you smiled.

“i was down the street. relax, i just didn’t want to stay there.” ellie defended as she slipped her shoes off.

“did somethin’ happen? are you hurt?” he asked quickly, examining ellie to see if he saw blood or cuts anywhere.

“jeez, no joel lay off. why are you up anyways isn’t it like six hours past your bedtime?” she scoffed, annoyed at the father figure lecturing her right now. what was he gonna tell her?

“was waitin for your friend to come home, so i can lock up before bed,” he lied. he was lying and you knew it. you came home an hour ago, and he was still up.

“you’re in love aren’t ya? old man,” ellie teased. her demeanor was a little more playful than she’d been this last month and he shook his head annoyed, but to you it was silent. your lips pinched into a thin line as you heard joel grunt.

“go to be ellie. now.” he ordered and she rolled her eyes, saying her good nights and going to the garage to sleep in her space.

a part of you wanted joel to come upstairs, into your room and to do everything he wanted to do. you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but with the touching and flirting he was doing, it seemed like he wanted you. maybe he was drunk, you could smell it on his breath! he seemed pretty sober talking to ellie. you cursed yourself as you moved quietly to your room, leaving the door cracked open just in case.

but nothing. you heard him trudge up the stairs, and walk directly the opposite direction into his own room. you were frustrated at this point. sexually frustrated if you must say, and the ache in your core was not leaving any time soon.

you felt embarrassed, and you felt like joel was toying with you. all of the sudden this comes up and he's trying to finger fuck you in the living room when you genuinely thought he didn't even acknowledge your mere existence. it was so confusing for you, but the only thing you knew for sure now after a few weeks of deciding is that you craved joel miller.

it was a weird feeling. only because growing up in an apocalyptic world as a teenager and a young adult meant your chances of love and relationships were slim to none, at least for you. but you met joel in times where you had given up already.

as you lied in bed, wondering if joel was asleep or thinking about you too, you felt silly. you were setting yourself up for disaster by having hope that whatever this was with joel was more than that, and not just that. you worried you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe you were taking joel's advances too seriously. what if he just wants an easy fuck? nothing serious, something for pleasure in this dark world where everyone seeks a way to alleviate their pain

you felt like maybe you were geting into your head like you always do. maybe this could be good. maybe this could be your chance to let go, be vulnreable again, let someone make you feel like a teenager again. you had your fair share of crushes when you were in the QZ, you remembered that innocent feeling of liking someone, the shyness that came with it, how nervous you got around them. and with joel, you felt that times one hundred.

the flutters in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin when he stands too close to you. he made you feel good even without trying.

but nothing good comes from joel miller.

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to love and self loathe

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part 1

And Make It Double

Jason wasn't fond of going to the Batcave often. Hell he didn't like going to Wayne Manor at all. It only meant that he had to see the others. Even though he was able to reconcile with everyone, it didn't mean that it wasn't still awkward to interact with them all.

But whatever it was that he found in that alleyway couldn't be ignored. So, instead of heading to the batcave where he has to face everyone, he instead links his comms with Barbara.

"You there Oracle?" His voice, distorted from the voice modulator installed in his helmet called out.

"Oracle here, need something Red Hood?" Her voice called back.

A hint of a smile appeared on his lips, a bit of nostalgia and reminiscence washing over him for a moment.

"I have a bit of a problem here." Jason looked over at the knocked out men, strung together with the mysterious webs.

"Do you need backup?" She questioned.

He shook his head, though she couldn't see it. "No, just a concern if anything. Found a few guys strung together what seemed to be.. Spider webs? I don't fuckin' know."

It went quiet for a moment, Jason looking around, making sure no one was going to jump him.

"Found something." She hummed, earning Jason's attention. "Couldn't find anything spider related in Gotham, but there's a vigilante in New York that goes by Spider-Woman, could be that."

The second Robin's brows furrowed. "The hell is she doing in Gotham?"

"No clue, but reading through the latest news it says that she's been gone for a few months already, after defeating some guy named Green Goblin." Her eyes quickly skimmed through the article.

"Is she trouble?" He questions, his attention being pulled towards one of the men who were beginning to wake up.

"The Daily Bugle says she is.." She trailed. "Though from other sources people are calling her a hero. Lot of mixed opinions about her from New Yorkers. She's done nothing bad though."

Jason only hummed, taking his gun out before hitting the waking criminal in the back of his head with the butt of his gun, knocking the guy out once more.

"No crimes or anything? What about suspicious movements before her disappearance?" He asked further.

Barbara let out a small hum. "Nope. She had been terrorizing a few criminals who all had similar characteristics for some time, but that was in the beginning of her first appearance. And after she defeated the Green Goblin she disappeared after that night."

"Revenge." Jason thought out loud to himself, that was the only conclusion he could come to. "Think she came to Gotham to see if she could find the guy here?"

"Doubt it. It's been a few years already, I'm sure she's over it by now."

Jason also doubted that she was over it, he would know; he was dead set on revenge for seven years. A grimace appeared on his face, seeming to stare into nothingness, remembering how he was before he was barely able to reconcile with Bruce and the others.

"You still there Red Hood?" Barbara called out, breaking him out of his small trance.

"Uh, yeah, sorry, just thinking." He muttered. "Call GCPD over to pick these guys up. They're in one of the alleys on 41st street."

"On it."

Taking out his grappling hook, Jason flew off into the night, still linked with Barbara.

"What do you want to do with Spider-Woman?"

"Lets keep an eye out for her, we still don't know her motives for coming to Gotham." Jason swung from building to building, beginning to feel water droplets fall on his body, the rain of Gotham finally coming for the night.

"Alright, I'll notify the others about her now."

"Sounds good, thanks Oracle." He perched himself on one of the gargoyles that were built on one of the many buildings of Gotham, about to hang up til—

"Hey Jace." Barbara called out softly.

Oh god. Jason already knew what Barbara was going to ask him, it made his throat close up a bit, his heart rate beginning to pick up.

"Ye-ah?"

Of course his voice had to fucking crack.

"Will you be coming to the mansion to celebrate Damian's birthday next week?"

Jason stayed silent for a moment. Of course he was going to go, he had already bought the demon brat's present a few days ago, it was just a matter of gaining the confidence to step foot in Wayne Manor.

"Still there Jason?" She called out.

Crap he took too long.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah I'll– I'll be coming." He cleared his throat, his eyes scanning into the streets of Crime Alley.

"Okay, just double checking." He could hear the smile in her voice. "Everyone'll be excited to see you, don't sweat it." She assured him. "Need anything else before I go back to the others?"

He swallowed hard, trying to retain whatever cool he had left. "No, I'm fine."

"Alright, Oracle out."

Her voice crackled before leaving the line, which left Jason alone with his thoughts.

God he was so not ready for next week

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The next night, Jason had kept a sharp eye out for this Spider-Woman Barbara had told him about. He'd done a bit of digging himself. He watched a few videos that a few civilians had taken of her. He studied her fighting style, what she looked like.

Of course, he tried to find out who this Spider-Woman was in the first place, but it seemed no one had any clues as to who she was.

It's fine though. It's not like Jason was actively searching as to who she was, he just needed to make sure she stayed out of his way, out of Gotham's business.

Swinging from building to building once more, Jason kept his eyes on the alleys and small streets before deciding to land on the roof of a building. His boots crunched under the gravel when landing, a more softer crunch sounding behind him.

"Todd." The young voice called out.

A voice he knew all too well.

"Demon bird." Jason greeted.

"I am told that you will be making it to the gathering." Damian stood next to his older brother, looking down at the city with him.

"If you mean your birthday party then yeah." The second Robin couldn't help but roll his eyes a bit. "Just not the big one B will be holding. Y'know, still dead and stuff."

The youngest Robin could only suck his teeth. "Not like you were needed there anyways." He muttered.

Jason glanced over at the pre-teen, a small smile on his lips as he brought his hand up to ruffle his hair. He could spot his tough guy act from miles away, he and Damian were two sides of the same coin after all.

"Sorry, someone's gotta keep Gotham safe while all the bats and birds are out partying for the night." He chuckled.

Damian only swatted at Jason's hand, grumbling to himself.

"I do not care if you come or not." He muttered.

Jason couldn't help but smile slightly at this, pulling his hand back.

"Whatever you say."

Damian opened his mouth, ready to make a retort, but he only sucked his teeth once more, his hand going up to his ear.

"Robin present."

There was a brief silence, the young Robin seeming to be listening to what was being said to him. "Understood." He muttered.

"I am needed at a warehouse." He looked up at his older brother who only nodded, seeming looking down at the streets.

"Alright. See you later." Jason's eyes were glued on a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, a few plastic bags hanging from her arms. From afar, he saw a few men stalking her a few feet away.

He began to make his way down to her, standing behind her in the shadows. She didn't seem to have noticed him just yet, seeming distracted with trying to take a picture of the Robin flying above her.

Though as she takes a step back and bumps into his chest, she slowly turned around, taking notice of the vigilante that towered over her.

Jason squinted his eyes behind his helmet as her phone let out a soft click and the flash had gone off.

His helmet scanned her body, a small box popping at the top right, showing him that her heart rate had slightly quickened, not surprising.

"You do know you make a pretty easy target with all those bags you're holding." He spoke, his voice distorted as usual.

"Good thing I was making my way home then." She chuckled nervously.

She had stared at where his eyes were supposed to be, only to then look away, her heart rate rising even more.

"I'll go with you then, unless you want them to take you instead." He nodded his head behind her, making her turn her head and see the men.

Jason took a step into the dim street lighting and stared straight at them, making the men quickly scatter, not wanting to be involved with the infamous Red Hood.

"Oh uh, no that won't be necessary." She let out another nervous laugh. "My apartment isn't that far from here and uh..." She glanced up at the Red Hood before quickly looking away, intimidated by his large build and towering body.

It was quiet, Jason staring her down. He couldn't lie she was acting a bit suspicious, though then again it could be her being frightened since it was Red Hood who was standing in front of her.

"You're not serious are you?" He finally spoke out. "Gotham's filled with criminals, and no offense, I'm sure you're capable of defending yourself, but you're a woman. You're better off with me walking you home." He crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one leg.

He was right. Although she could handle a few thugs, she didn't bring her web shooters with her this time. If any of them decided to pull a gun on her, it was most likely over.

The secret vigilante stayed quiet, biting the inside of her cheek, trying to think of something else to say, just so she didn't have to interact anymore with the more scarier of vigilantes she's looked up.

"Uh well.." She cleared her throat, looking up at him, trying her best to calm her racing heart, her senses heightening from her anxiety.

She thought hard, looking at the man who stared at her, waiting for a reply from her. Her brain did it's hardest to rack something up, until she remembered all the news she's read about him.

Bingo.

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous if you were to walk with me?" She questioned, giving him an innocent smile.

He tilted his head a bit at this. "Is that so?"

The spider quickly nodded, her smile ever growing a tiny bit more larger at her quick thinking. "If you think about it, if people on the street were to see you walking me to my apartment wouldn't that technically endanger me even more? Since, y'know, you are the big bad Red Hood. I'm sure you have plenty of enemies that want your head."

Her hands moved around a bit as she talked, Jason only watching and listening to her ramble in slight amusement.

"And if they were to see you walking me home then they can only think that I'm some sort of weakness for you, which, I'm really not but hey they don't know." She chuckled, looking up at him.

Her long pause made the air almost seem a bit awkward for her, making her shift a bit. Letting out another laugh, she cleared her throat once more, straightening her posture a bit.

"So.. Thank you, truly. But I think I'll be just fine going home without an escort." She smiled, trying not to squirm under his gaze.

"Alright." He hummed, setting his hands on his waist.

She blinked, looking a bit baffled. "Really?" She sputtered, before quickly changing her expression, the tone of her voice changing as well. "I mean– Of course! It's only right that you—"

"I'll just watch you from the rooftops instead."

"I'm sorry?"

A distorted huff of amusement filled her ears as the two vigilantes stared at each other.

"You're right that me walking you home would only but yourself in more danger, but leaving you to go home by yourself also puts you at risk still, so," Jason grabbed his grapple from his utility belt.

"I'll escort you from afar."

Jason's amusement only rose as he watched the woman open and close her mouth, trying to form words or another excuse as to why he shouldn't do that.

Seeing as how she wasn't able to come up with anything else, a low and short chuckle left his mouth.

"Well lets get going then. The faster you start walking the faster you'll be out of danger." He pointed his grapple at a building, his finger beginning to press the trigger.

"You really don't—" But he was already flying into the air and back into the shadows.

She could only watch in disbelief, staring in the direction that he had flown off to. If she squinted hard enough, she could somewhat see his silhouette perched on a rooftop.

She strained to see him wave a hand at her, most likely motioning her to get back to her apartment. Letting out a small huff of irritation, she began to walk into the direction of her apartment, muttering under her breath.

It was total silence while walking back to her apartment. Although she would spot a few thugs eyeing her from alleys, once they heard the sound of a grapple and a shadow passing over them, they quickly minded their business, as if she wasn't there.

The woman was thankful to say the least, especially since she was able to get herself out of a situation that may have ended up in her having a brawl with the vigilante. Just looking at him made her entire body ache.

Even if that radioactive spider had increased all her senses and strength, she was sure that man could pummel her into the ground without having to do much.

Continuing to walk through the dimly lit streets, she soon made it to her apartment building, relief flooding in her body that she was finally home. Before entering the building, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shadows, trying to see if she could spot the Red Hood.

Surprisingly, for a big guy who had a helmet that was completely red, he was good at hiding in the darkness.

Giving up in her search in finding him, she made her way inside, the warm air from the heater engulfing her body once entering.

Off in the distance, Jason watched as the woman made her way inside. With crossed arms, he watched all of the windows of the building, waiting patiently until he noticed one of them had lit up.

Letting out a short hum, he jumped off the roof, grappling to the next one and so forth, continuing his night patrol.

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Jason quickly put his jacket on, not caring if his hair was still a bit wet. Grabbing his keys he had tossed onto the coffee table, he scooped his helmet into his arms before roughly shoving it onto his head. Slamming the door that led to the garage of his safe house, he pressed a simple button that made it creak and groan as it lifted itself off of the ground.

Getting on his bike, the two wheeler roared to life, the sounds echoing in the garage as he sped out, the doors slamming itself shut once Jason was out. Speeding through the streets, passing by cars at a speed too fast, Jason had hoped that he wouldn't be too late for the brat's formal birthday.

Jason wasn't fond of any of the parties that Bruce either attended or hosted. The room that it was being held in always reeked of tacky perfume and cologne, just like every person there trying to please Bruce.

A bunch of ass kissers that irritated Jason. He was sure Damian thought the same, so he thought making a small appearance would make it slightly better, even if it costed him drowning in old lady perfumes.

When he had made it to the Batcave and tried to sneak his way through the halls of the manor, he had a small run in with his favorite, and only, butler. After a small catch up, and a bit of coaxing from the butler, Jason ended up having to attend the party without his gun.

Taking a deep breath, Jason entered the ballroom having to squeeze his way through a few people in order to make himself comfortable in a corner.

With his back leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and scanned the room before it landed on Damian; his cheeks were currently being pinched and pulled at by a few elderly ladies.

Jason couldn't help but slightly snort at the scene, amused at how deadly a glare Damian was giving them when they looked away from him.

"Jaybird!"

Jason's smile instantly disappeared at the resounding voice of his older brother. A bright smile on his face, he waved at the second Robin, having grabbed to champagne glasses on his way over to him.

People glanced at Dick, whispering to one another about the eldest, their eyes soon dragging over to Jason who shifted uncomfortably.

Just fucking great.

"I see you were able to make it." Dick grinned, lending out the other glass of alcohol to him. Jason only snatched it from him, letting out a small grumble while taking a small sip.

"And I'm starting to regret it." He grimaced.

The first Robin only chuckled at this, taking his own sip from his glass. "You see Damian yet?" He questioned, eyes staring out into the crowd to find the youngest.

"I was, but then I saw that he was a bit busy so I decided to leave him be." He hummed.

Once finding Damian, Dick couldn't help but snicker a bit now knowing what Jason meant. "He is the star of the show." He mused. "Hey, you don't think—"

BOOM!

"No one make any sudden moves! Or the brat gets it!"

part 1

next chapter ->

#dcu #dc universe #jason todd #batfamily #to love and self loathe #red hood #jason todd x reader #x reader #female reader #no y/n #barbara gordan #damian wayne #richard grayson #bruce wayne #slow burn #strangers to friends to lovers #spiderwoman reader

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hiddenfemme · 1 year ago

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HONEY PT. 2

Pairing: King Steve Harrington x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

NSFW 18+ - language, p in v, creampie, cheating

A/N: The series will take place after the events in part 2. There will be more character interaction, dialogue, and more happening apart from smut. The first two parts of Honey can serve more as a preface. I’m not sure I liked how this turned out but I’m really ready to get into the actual story. Again, this is short, sweet and hasn’t been proof read.

You were riding Steve in the front seat of his car before he had to pick Nancy up from Barbs. A quick excuse of too much homework and an angry mom a good enough reason for them as to why you couldn’t join.

You had him deep and you were taking him slow. His head was hanging forward, chin on chest, eyes trying so hard to stay open with every drag of your pussy against his cock, watching as all his length disappeared into you over and over again.

“Oh my fucking god, just like that honey.”

His fingers were digging into your fleshy hips, warm breath against your collar bone. Your tits were bouncing in his face, nipples pebbled and sucked raw.

You’d been fucking Steve long enough now to know when he was close. He became more needy, whiney, desperate. Like putty in your hands. Pliable, bendable, and so easy to control.

Your name falls out of his lips repetitively. His pleas too low and airy for you to make out.

“You wanna cum in me Stevie? Wanna to be full of you. Need to be.”

A groan escaped his throat. He loved fucking you like this, with no rush and with every inch. You always took him so well, molding to his fat cock just right. Like you were made for the sole purpose of milking him. He never felt so greedy, never counted down the minutes until he could feel that wet heat squeezing him dumb with anyone else apart from you.

It was only ever with you.

He was gluttonous for your pussy, for that sexy mouth opening wide letting out the most absurd sounds he had ever heard. In real life and in porn. Completely broken for your soft stomach and round ass.

“Yeah I’m going to cum in you honey. Gonna have your belly swollen with me. Fuck, I love you.”

You stopped moving, having him now fully sheathed inside you. Gripping his cock so tight he swore he was going to blow his load right there.

“What?” Your hands were clutching his shoulders, apprehension screwing up your face. Confusion glossing your eyes.

You had known Steve for 12 years. You’d been acquaintances for 5. Good friends for 2 and fucking for 8 months. In all that time he never even said he liked you. Not when you helped him do his hair after he grew it out. Not when you agreed to a double date with Tommy so he could hook up with Jess. Not when you’d complete an assignment for him because he “just didn’t have the time.” Not when you introduced him to Nancy and definitely not when you had him halfway down your throat for the first time. No, you would have remembered that.

It had to be an accident. A slip of the tongue in a moment of wet weakness.

“Honey I need you to move. Need to cum.” He was thrusting up into you. “Fuck, this pussy, oh my god, I could live in this pussy. Love you. Told you I love you. Move for me baby.” He was barley coherent. Drunk on cunt.

Twice. He said it twice.

“You love me?” You couldn’t muster up any shame at how hopeful you sounded. How wrecked, how pitiful. “Stevie y-you really love me?” You question with a roll of your hips. Grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck to lift his head up, to make him say it to you and not your hot slit.

“Shit!” He slammed into you so hard you fell forward, but he chased you. He always chased you. Ass slapping into his thighs so fast you knew you’d be red. “M’cumming, honey. Ugh fuck, take it, take it, all of it.” Each word pronounced with a lazier thrust than the last. His eyes were shut tight. Dick twitching inside of you. Breathing ragged. Hot spurts of cum hitting you so fair in, your eyes crossed. A silent scream of ecstasy barely pushing past your lips. Steve’s arms wrapped around you to ride out his last few pumps as close as he could get to you. Skin on skin. Foreheads pressed together.

“You’re so good to me, honey. So good.”

You don’t know how long you stayed that way . Taking each other in, him petting your head, you fixing his hair. Eye to eye and nervous smiles exchanged back and forth.

Had things changed?

Was he done hiding you?

Was it finally your chance to have your books held, to have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, held close while he laughed a someones joke that wasn’t even all that funny? Would he kiss you on your nose between classes and tell Tommy to stop flirting with his girl?

His girl.

Was it your turn?

He tapped the side of your thigh twice, always an indication for you to finally climb off. When you rose up his dick fell still semi hard and wet against the hair of his lower stomach. The sight almost enough to have you climbing to him from the passenger seat again.

“Fuck I’m late to get Nance. Can you get dressed fast, honey? I don’t have time to drop you off, you can walk right? Didn’t even realize the time, damnit.” He was rambling, throwing his shirt on and zipping his pants up.

“I’m sorry, just we have a movie date and you know they don’t allow time exchanges on the tickets. You get it right?”

You felt heavy all over. Like water was rushing past your ears and filling up your lungs. You gathered your clothes slowly, trying hard to control your movements, afraid he might see your fingers tremble.

Grabbing the handle of the car as soon as your dress was on.

“Yeah Steve, I get it.” You slammed the door harder than you meant to and you didn’t turn around when he called honey out of the window. You just clutched yourself tighter, walked faster and let blinding red rage overtake you when you finally heard him drive off.

Fuck Steve Harrington.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

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hajihiko · 2 years ago

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What did you make of DR3's explanation for how the characters became Despairs?

I dont like it. Here's a re-write i was thinking about

Ok note: this is what would have made the School Life thing more enjoyable TO ME. Not gonna fit for everyone obvi

Ok first of all. Junko loses most of her potential if you take away her being sneaky and manipulative, which we barely even got to see in the games, so I want that in ACTION.

Second of all, this takes time. More than just like a single moment of anime hypnotism. Junko was definitely working her suckers for at least a year. I dont know how that reflects on the timeline and I dont super care

Chisa's class is full of chaos, these are some of the rowdiest students you'll find. They have potential for getting along, but they're also Very Troubled, and Chisa is a kind soul who tries to help them out with various issues. Actual attention paid to these kids being, like, KIDS, but also having some major red flags in their backgrounds that could escalate out of control very fast.

Among others, she tries to get Chiaki to come out of her shell and interact with the others more. This is hard, because Chiaki is not exactly receptive to it at first, but theres a little bit of unity between all the students anyway and they slowly start becoming friends. Chiaki uses this friendship guidance to befriend a lonely boy who often stares longingly at the school, whom she's noticed by silently sticking to the background when he's around. This will come in handy later.

Until, certain students start hanging out with their junior of 1 year, who always seems to be kind of slinking around and hanging with at least one student a day. Chiaki notices this because a) shes very quiet and mostly goes unnoticed when she's in the background, and b) she only needs half her attention span to play games anyway.

The people Junko hangs around get noticeably worse, though not necessarily more divided; just sort of 10 steps backwards for every 1 step Chisa helped them take. The rude and mean ones stop trying to be kinder, the shy and meek ones retreat even more, etc. Chisa is at a complete loss with this, but Chiaki confides in her that it might be the new student making trouble. Chisa takes over, and encourages Chiaki to keep trying to make friends with the others, which Chiaki does.

(Mahiru gets scared into telling no one what happened / what she suspects happened in Natsumi's murder, and gets rid of the evidence, as advised. The evidence she throws away gets mailed to Fuyuhiko, who is encouraged to avenge his sister. Guess who orchestrated all that?)

Chiaki does not fall into Junko's claws, because she's quiet and unobtrusive and, importantly, less desperate for what Junko can give her than the rest is. Chiaki does, after all, have her teacher who took the reigns and told Chiaki to grab her own oxygen mask first, and her Lonely Boy to confide in, and whenever she starts to lose herself, he gently reminds her to stand firm. That's right, the secret weapon was the friends we made along the way, just like in the ending.

(Hajime is probably just doing things more or less like in the anime, maybe listens to Chiaki's growing worries about her semi-friends, shits getting fucked and the only conceivable way Hajime can help is by agreeing to be a lab rat obviously what else. Biggest downfall is wanting to be there for Chiaki, but not letting her be there for him in return. Because inferiority complex.)

Chisa goes to confront this troubled mystery girl; Junko catches her too and starts working her nasty magic- for example, did you know two of your students were a part of a murder? Aren't you supposed to be guiding them? Do you know what's really happening in this school? Do you wanna see the human experimentation they just started? Did you know your best friend is in love with your crush and you can't confide in either of them anymore actually? Etc.

Chiaki is all alone now. When she finally DOES confront Junko, once the whole class along with the teacher has been sort of indoctrinated and her Lonely Boy has ditched her and she's feeling a bit brave because of it all), Junko kills her horribly in front of everyone as they do nothing. Not because they were hypnotized, but because they choose to. This is what really marks the point of no return for them. Chiaki was a quiet and harmless and mostly very nice girl, and her death was pointless, and they were a part of it, and they got away with it.

Instead of being a practically perfect student council president, Chiaki has more of an NPC theme, falling into the background more but also being honest and nice and willing to work with people. Then later, obviously, she really is an NPC and repeats the process, but this time she manages to save her boy and therefore her class.

(I'm not opposed to Chiaki being JUST an AI and never a part of the class at all, but I havent thought about it as much so idk any good points)

Hajime retains the same themes, but gets to be more of a juxtaposition of Junko, sneaking into everyone's hearts by befriending them and helping them move forward instead of backwards. He wins with the power of friendship and all that jazz.

Everyone else gets way more accountability to take. No hypnotism or brain poking, just digging into the worst parts of themselves and then indulging them entirely (with the help of Ultimate Charismatic Cult Leader Junko). I think the most interesting thing about this whole narrative could be that Anyone is capable of intense cruelty, and Anyone can choose to be a better person moving forward.

anyway in my mind that's what happened differently.

#Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday #Talky Talky #I hope I wont reread this and find it makes no sense but eh

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beybaldes · 2 years ago

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your love's put me at the top of the world

Warren Rojas × Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

word count: 1.4k

request! : hi i'm back with another request i was thinking just hanging out with warren and him loving how close you want to be with him and he brings attention to it and it's just full of love and fluff

thank you for the request @p4landia I hope you enjoy <3

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more warren fics xoxo

Warren was so, so, so warm. It was one of the many things you loved about him. Especially on nights like these when all of you were gathered in Chuck's garage, the door wide open, despite the fact it was pitch black outside and a rain was lashing down.

As a particularly cold wind blew through the garage, Warren pulled you tighter into him, his arms wrapped tightly around you as yours were around him, however, his back hidden from the garages open door meant you could slip your cold hands up the back of his shirt, allowing them to warm against the muscles of his back.

Things had always been like this with Warren, ever since you could remember, even way back when you were just friends and refused to consider the fact you could be more. No matter where you were or when it was, you were always touching each other; your hands connected, your legs over his lap, his head against your shoulder, your hands in his hair.

"Get a room!"

And it drove the other members of the band insane. The empty can Graham had thrown at the two of you in disgust had narrowly missed you, but you and Warren barely noticed, too caught up in the feeling of each other to care.

Chuck seemed the least unnerved by your closeness, not really caring what you were doing or what the two of you were as long as he was having a good time. The other boys, though Graham especially, seemed to get pissed off by the slightest of interactions between the two of you. Wether they were just jealous or what you could never quite tell.

Your hand came out from under his shirt to cup Warren's face, tangling the ends of your fingers between the curls that were almost too long and pulling gently. He preened into your touch, eyes softly closed and the beer in his hands lowering into his lap between you as he revelled in the feeling of the warmth of your palm against his cold cheek.

"You guys make me sick."

Whatever conversation the others had been having had clearly come to a halt, each member of the band turning to look at you with some level of revolt on their face.

"Why? You jealous, Graham?" You teased, taking a sip of Warren's beer as he tipped the glass bottle into your mouth, you turned to face your crowd of onlookers better.

"No. It's not that, it's-"

You didn't let his finish, climbing from Warrens lap and sitting yourself comfortably in Graham's, your legs either side of his hips and your back now to Warren. One of your hands came up to the side of his face, tangling your fingers in his hair just like you had with Warren seconds ago.

"Upset I don't treat you like that? Huh?" Graham was clearly at a loss for words; his stunned expression making laughter fill the garage. "Would you feel better if I started touching you like I touch him, baby boy?"

"All right, that's enough." Warren wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you suddenly from Graham's lap and having you stumbling back into his. "Leave me and my lady alone."

Graham remained completely frazzled as Warren spoke, his cheeks red, hot and flushed. He ran his hand over his face, trying to erase the butterflies from his stomach and ground himself in the room once more. Eddie burst into laughter upon seeing his flustered look, a hand clapping on your shoulder as he commended your work.

Your head was quick to take refuge atop Warren's mass of curls, the seat you'd taken on his lap giving you the height advantage for once. One of your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in the curls against his scalp, and the other cradled warrens that was holding you up his lap.

Unlike his brother, Billy was all for the love the two of you constantly displayed - though you didn't doubt it was only because it made the very physical make out sessions he had with his flavour of the week seem like nothing.

"Your lady, huh?" Eddie teased, taking a seat next to you and Warren, passing you his beer to take a sip of. You hesitated before doing so, not used to sharing things with people who weren't Warren, but took a sip anyway; it was only Eddie. You were sure you'd live.

Warren pulled a face at your actions, taking the beer from your hand and swapping it for his own, giving Eddie's back to him with a hard push, the beer hitting his chest and his hands slowly coming up to take it from Warren's.

"Yeah, my lady." Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour at his words, completely flustered by the new level of protectiveness that laced his words. While it was generally accepted that you and Warren were each others, it had never been declared to be so... exclusive before. "Now cut that shit out."

Warren leaned back into his original position, pulling you with him so your back now rested against his chest. One of his arms moved to cross over the front of your chest, your hands clasping onto it and holding yourself tighter against him. Your fingers drummed against the side of his forearm, reminding him that you were in his arms as the tension in the room seemed to rise.

"Okay, dude, relax." Eddie chided, putting both of his hands up in a mock surrender. "Just didn't realise you two were so exclusive."

"Why wouldn't we be?" Warren asked, not defensive twinge to his words, just confusion. You and Warren had admitted you were more then friends a long time ago, even if it had taken you most of your lives to get over yourselves and just say it. The conversation had been long, and a little messy, but you'd both reached the same conclusion - you didn't want anything to change, you just wanted the other. And that had been that. "We've been dating for like, 2 years."

"Well, two years ago was when we finally decided we were more then friends." You explained, answering the unasked question that held the room hostage in silence. "We've always been like this."

Warrens grip tightened on you as you spoke about the nature of your relationship, his protective hold only further emphasising his almost possessiveness to the rest of the band.

"Can you blame me?" Warren asked, though he didn't expect an answer. He shuffled behind you, shifting so that he could lean his head on your shoulder, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. "I'm not sorry for loving on my lady. So, if it bothers you so much, just leave me and my lady alone."

"Warren-"

Before any of the boys could get another word in edgeways, he tilted your chin so that your noses were nudging each other, and pressed a hot kiss to your lips. The brunette crashed his lips to yours, cupping your face so, so delicately in the palm of his hand, tiling your jaw gently so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. As a moan escaped from your lips, the rest of the boys groaned in disgust, finally turning away from you and Warren and getting back to whatever they'd been talking about before.

Warren pulled back from the kiss with a lovesick smile on his face, his gaze meeting yours for you to find it filled with complete and utter adoration. "I love you, you know that, baby?"

You hummed against his lips, pressing a quick kiss to them once again. "I know that. I love you too, do you know that?"

"Of course I do, sweet girl, of course I do."

The rest of the night was spent just like it had started; with you wrapped in warren's arms, the occasional kiss pressed to each others lips as you dipped in and out of the group conversation - though that was the last thing on your mind when Warren's warmth was seeping through his jumpers and keeping you warm. Just like he always was.

#daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones and the six x reader #djats x reader #djats imagine #warren rojas imagine #warren rojas x reader #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rhodes imagine #warren rojas oneshot #warren rhodes oneshot #warren rhodes

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