#look snarl is not a good dude alright

[leiazher]

There were many foolish kings and queens in the world, and a greater amount of foolish knights serving them.

Snarl wasn't very creatively named, he wasn't creatively raised either, nor given any creative outlet. But he'd gazed at clouds and stars since he was allowed out of his mother's cave. He'd watched rivers, oceans, and lakes ever since he could fly. And when he'd flown far enough, and high enough, he watched the snow capped peaks of the mountains.

Humans didn't venture far north, and those who did seldom returned. It was the snow, the cold, the unforgiving tundra and glacier that took them, crevasses, and avalanches triggered by those who knew no better.

Snarl had learned to fly over the snow, silent as a shadow, to make sure he didn't disturb the precarious snow cover.

His parents hadn't been creative. That didn't mean he wasn't.

Flame was a dragon's breath, flame was defense and offense, flame was bright and flashy, as a dragon should be. It was the heat of the sun and the flow of lava from deep within.

But ice burned just as harshly. Ice could kill just as well. Snarl could breathe fire, of course he could. But fire was too warm before it felt like cold. Ice, snow, freezing rain, was cold long before it became scalding.

A dragon's nature was such that it'd twist to wherever they settled, infinitely adaptable and always perfectly suited for their environment. Snarl had settled in those snow capped peaks. He didn't bother with a cave to shelter him, he built his castle on his own. He didn't bother with gold for a hoard, no, he took what the mountain had claimed, and he turned it into creativity, into art.

The lost child who died before the wolves could get to her, the mother who'd gone searching and succumbed to the pack, now repaired with Snarl's ice. His halls were filled with corpses, frozen in their last moments, in respite, serenity. Stags and wolves and bears, hares and foxes and birds. And humans.

His halls were filled with art.

Sculptors did not only work in stone, after all. Ice could also be carved, and if the shape was already visible in the cold, the carving took less time, leaving more time to appreciate the result.

Snarl's hoard was one of dead things. Not death, no, he hadn't killed any of those creatures. He'd merely collected them, the mountain was still their icy grave, but rather than being preserved in the snow, they were given place of honor in Snarl's hoard.

The king did not see it that way. The king whose sorceress had scried on Snarl's lair.

Ill prepared knights started trying to reach him, and he collected those too. Their impractical armor, their too dull blades, all of it, encased in ice and frozen in time. They were beautiful.

Every piece in Snarl's hoard was beautiful, even the mauled and disfigured. They were all so beautiful.

It took years for the first knight to successfully reach Snarl's castle of ice, the poor man was nearly frozen solid, hypothermic and sluggish, and Snarl could offer him no lasting warmth, so he ushered him in, sat him down against a pillar and positioned him just so. Then he waited for the beautiful knight to die before he added him to his hoard.

He placed him next to the mother and child, they'd have made a good family if they'd lived in the right time and place. Alas.

Another knight came, this one with a page. Snarl let them into his castle, both of them too cold and tired to speak, and he said no word to them, he doubted they had anything interesting to say. He waited for the cold to claim them, and it did, as it always did, as it always would.

He placed them next to a majestic bear who'd never woken from hibernation.

The day came when a knight arrived, alive, warm, alive.

Snarl looked him over, he was wearing something that shielded him properly, and no useless armor to weigh him down and leech his warmth. Snarl purred as he cocked his head.

"Do you like it?" The knight asked. "It's inflammable." He smirked. Snarl turned his head to take a better look at the odd clothing. "Impressive." He allowed, because it was, it was genius. "It also renders me immune to the cold." The knight said haughtily. "That explains why you live." Snarl nodded, it was wise for the knight to shield himself against that which had taken so many lives.

"The king wants you dead, I aim to please." The knight said, ignoring Snarl's comment. "Will you fight, or will you lay down and die? You have no power here." The knight smiled wide, nasty, too sure of himself. "Mm, getting cocky is a sure way to get killed." Snarl said, he peeled his lips back in an imitation of a smile, and stood. "Dragons don't only breathe fire." He said. "Nor do they only breathe ice." Snarl smiled wide. "Some dragons don't need to breathe at all. And some dragons can breathe life."

-

Snarl hoarded art, he added to his hoard whenever he found a corpse on his mountain, he maintained it, cherished it, and if he wished it, he could bring it to life, bring it to his fang and claw and let it march in his name.

He collected lives lived, lives lost, he collected potential, heartache, joy, and all of what made the living live.

And one day, when his hoard was big enough, he'd call it down the mountain, and he'd take what was his, a kingdom, a crown, a queen.

He'd be revered, as was his due, he'd be worshiped, as was his right, and he'd be loved, as was his desire. He'd bring life back to all who'd been lost, and they would cherish him.

They all would.

They all would.

There was no doubt in Snarl's mind, he was strong, he was mighty, magnificent, and glorious. And he would be loved, by those who died, by those who lived, and by those who never stopped living. He'd breathe, and he'd be hailed a god. As was his purpose.

They'd see soon enough, that dragons didn't only rely on flame, or ice, or water. They'd see that nothing burned more fierce than survival.

“Foolish dragon!” Proclaimed the knight. “My armor renders me immune to your flames!” “Foolish knight!” Sneered the dragon. “Not all dragons spit fire!”

[leaderwonim]

i’m just a teenage dirtbag baby ( like you. )

based on this edit !!

pairing. troublemaker!nishimura riki x goody-two-shoes!fem!reader

summary. nishimura riki was infamous for being handsome and also quite the character. he’d purposely throw papers everywhere, bump into people without a care, and ditch class like it was nothing. you were the complete opposite, but deep down, nishimura riki knew you were just like him

warnings. cursing, smoking, riki destroys someone’s private property 😭, riki is your typical teenage dirtbag, he also calls her sweets

“Hey.”

Nishimura Riki slides onto the seat right next to yours, blinking twice as much as he should be. You knew it was one of his teasing habits, meant to make you shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

“What do you want Nishimura?”

He puts his hand over his chest, pretending he’s wounded by your words. “Nishimura? We’re on last name basis sweets?”

“Shut up,” you say, pushing his face away with your index finger. “I have exams to study for.”

“Let me see.” He ignores your protests, flipping your textbook to his side as he eyes the papers. “Ew, mathematics? You’re a bigger nerd than I thought sweets.”

“Don’t call me sweets.” You say, sticking out your tongue in annoyance. “And get out of here.”

He lifts both hands in surrender, “alright, alright, I’ll leave sweets. Gotta meet Jungwon anyways.”

You thank whoever above was listening to your pleas of making Riki leave. Turning around to face the desk he was in, you realize he hadn’t pushed in his chair.

“Nishimura!” You groan out loud, pushing it in with your foot. This earns you a shush from the librarian, which only fuels your hatred towards the Japanese boy.

.♡.

“Y/N! Is that you?” There was Nishimura Riki’s annoying voice again, the one voice that you dread to hear everytime you entered school.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy other people?” You ask, face clearly unimpressed.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed.”

You glare at Jungwon’s unneeded input in the conversation, which makes him snicker and look away.

“You guys are ditching again?”

Riki and Jungwon shrug, making you roll your eyes. Of course the two were ditching, why did you even ask?

“We were gonna stop by the cigarette shop and get a pack or two.”

Jungwon elbows Riki, as if he wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

“What? We can trust Y/N, isn’t that right sweets?”

“You still call her sweets?” Jungwon groans. “Gross dude. Let’s go.”

Jungwon starts walking, Riki closely following behind him. Just before they exit the school corridors, the boy throws you a wink, one that you roll your eyes at.

“You’ll love me one day sweets!” He shouts.

“In your dreams Nishimura!”

.♡.

It seemed like nothing was going your way. The next week had approached and even though it was barely Monday, your teachers decided it was a good idea to assign a bunch of exams on the same day.

With quivering hands, you tried not to get the tears that were currently coming out of your eyes onto your physics paper, which was marked with a 68.

How on earth did you get a 68? You were so sure you knew the formulas that were needed for the exam, but what was on the test looked completely different from what you expected.

You could barely find it in yourself to walk home, legs practically dragging across the concrete floor as you wipe your tears away with your windbreaker.

“Sweets?”

Although your normal self would snarl at the nickname and the voice it belonged to—you found yourself too tired and miserable to care at this point.

“Riki?”

You wipe your eyes again, vision clearing in enough to make out Riki leaning against one of the large trees a few meters away from the school.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweets?” He takes the cigarette that was currently dangling on his mouth out, squishing the head of it on the dirt floor beside him.

“Are you smoking again? That’s bad for you and you know it.”

“Geez sweets,” he laughs, finally standing up. “You looked like you just bawled your eyes out yet you still have enough energy to lecture me?”

“Shut up.”

“Ah, there she is again.”

Riki makes his way closer to you, head peering down to reach your level.

“Don’t cry.” He says softly, and it’s the first time you heard him in that tone. “Makes your eyes all red and scary.”

“Yah!”

He laughs when you hit him on the shoulder, sound that used to make you frown but you were weirdly enjoying it now.

“I’m kidding sweets!” He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him. “You’re pretty, even when you have tear stains all over you.”

The two of you continue walking, you not too sure where Riki was even taking you.

“Where are we going?” You sniffle, looking around the area.

“This new arcade, cmon, I’ll drive us.”

The two of you are in front of his beaten down Toyota, although it looks pretty clean from the inside. You thought Riki’s car would be an absolute mess, but it seemed like he was a clean freak when you opened the door to the smell of vanilla and cinnamon.

“You actually clean your car?”

“I’m offended you thought I didn’t sweets!” He says, frowning. “Thankfully, I don’t hold grudges.”

He puts the key in, hands tapping against his leather seat. “Wanna tell me why you’re so sad?”

He places a hand on the head of your seat, body twisting back with one hand on the wheel to pull out of his parking spot. He looked incredibly handsome doing such a basic task that it almost made your ability to speak go away.

“I got a 68 on my physics test.” You say, shoulders defeated.

“No way.” He continues driving, eyes glancing back and forth from the road to you. “Mr. Yuji’s class right? Fucking hate him.”

“Yeah well, I do too.”

Riki takes a road that you’re unfamiliar with, and he suddenly stops the car in front of a house.

“What are you doing Riki?” You say, watching as he opens his trunk and leaves the car.

“Doing something I should’ve done a long time ago.”

He pulls out a bat, and your eyes widen when he smashes it against a mailbox, crushing it in completely.

“Holy shit!” You shriek, eyes widening as Riki throws back the bat into the trunk, closing it with a loud bang.

He runs back to the car, slamming the door behind him.

“And that’s for Y/N motherfucker!” He yells before driving off, his boyish laughter could be heard from a distance.

“You’re crazy.” You breathe out, body still in shock from what you witnessed. “Who’s mailbox was that?”

“Mr. Yuji’s.” He smirks, eyes still on the road. “Let’s just say—this isn’t the first time I’ve been to his residence.”

“Wow.” You rest your head against Riki’s cold windows, still taking in what just happened. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome sweets.” He smiles, teeth practically shinning like the movies. “Now how about that arcade I promised you earlier?”

.♡.

After hanging out with Riki at the arcade on Monday, you realized the boy wasn’t as bad as you thought.

He had won you a gigantic brown teddy bear, a cliché that you never thought would have happened to you after failing your physics exam.

He made you name it James The Third, and made you promise that it was your child and you had to take care of it while he was away.

“I heard you hung out with Nishimura this weekend!” You swore nothing could go past Byeol, who was currently geeking at the sudden news of you and Riki being so close.

“Shh, keep your voice down!”

Byeol wiggles her eyebrows, giggling at your stressed state. “You two are so cute! Opposites attract!”

You start to walk away from her, using the excuse that class has started. Sure Riki was handsome and weirdly—nice—you weren’t sure what your feelings about him were yet.

“Hi.”

You basically flinch out of your seat when you see him right next to you. He had a can of soy milk and a slice of chocolate cake with him.

“I brought you soy milk, hopefully you like it.”

You give him a small smile, not trusting your words enough to actually speak. Thankfully for you, the teacher entered right after, starting her lesson on trigonometry.

“Nishimura Riki, do you really have to eat in my class?” The teacher stops writing, placing her chalk on the board as she stares directly into Riki’s eyes.

He looks up from the bangs poking at his eyes, giving the teacher a stupid smile.

“Yes Mrs. Park, I’m very hungry.”

“Very well.” She wants to scowl at Riki, you could tell by her furrowed eyebrows. But she doesn’t, instead, picking up her chalk again to continue the lesson.

3 minutes don’t even past when Riki’s chewing gets incredibly loud and obnoxious, making you place a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing.

“Is the chocolate cake that good, Riki?” The teacher asks, trying not to completely snap at the boy.

“It’s sooo good.” Riki says, smiling fully with his teeth.

The class blurts out in laughter and hysteria, making Mrs. Park practically crush the chalk that was in her hand.

“That’s it! Go outside Nishimura Riki!”

He rolls his eyes, standing up from his seat. “Fine, but I was just eating cake.”

He looks over to you, who was currently giggling underneath your breath. He gives you a small smile, flicking your forehead softly before leaving the room, leaving you a blushing mess.

.♡.

“Pssst.”

You turn around, already knowing who was on the other side.

Of course Nishimura Riki was there.

“I’ve got two tickets to see Arctic Monkeys, come with me Friday night?”

You shake your head softly. “Oh I don’t know Riki, I have to study.”

“Don’t say that sweets,” he groans, head slumping into your shoulder. “Have some fun!”

“Shhh!” You look around, thankful the librarian wasn’t here to scold you guys. “Okay, okay, I’ll go. Just be quiet.”

“Yay!” He cheers, and it’s the happiest you’ve ever seen of the boy. “I’ll pick you up, okay? Friday night, 8pm exactly.”

“Okay Riki,” you say. “I’ll see you.”

Friday comes by in a flash, and you weren’t sure what to wear to the concert.

Despite it being your last year of being a teenager, you still haven’t attended one. So you were in a real struggle to pick what would be perfect.

You decided to go with a plain black top and cream colored cargos that hugged your waist, one without straps so your shoulders could be out. You were sure it’d get hot in the concert with all the people that would be attending.

“You look cute.” Riki says as he rows down the window. “Get in.”

The stadium is only 20 minutes away from your house, and you’re starting to get nervous when you realize how many people were attending.

“Hey,” Riki says, taking ahold of your hand when he notices it shaking. “It’ll be the most fun night of your life. I promise.”

And he was right. Although you were sure you weren’t going to enjoy it all that much, you found yourself singing and swaying along to the music.

The stadium was dim, making the music hit even ten times harder.

When I wanna be yours started playing, your vision was focused on the band whereas Riki’s eyes were focused on you.

“Hey!” You giggle, catching him staring at you. “Focus on the music dummy! You’re the one who bought the tickets.”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, smiling ear to ear. “The concert’s great and all but you’re even better.”

You don’t get to question his words before he crashes his lips onto yours with the lyrics wanna be yours blasting in the background.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

You don’t deserve him

Warnings: mentions of abuse, bruises, small moment of jj smoking a j, strong language, Routledge reader :3

Summary: you’ve had it with Luke tossing JJ around, and finally decide to say something when you know JJ won’t.

He knocked on the door to the chateau rapidly, you and your brother glanced at each other before you stood up. Your dog barked at the door.

“Jesus, Jesus, I’m goin’ junior.” You mumbled to him. You went over to the door, cracking it open.

You saw JJ through the small crack, soaked by the pouring rain outside, bloodied and bruised. You opened the door more, your face falling and your mouth agape as you stared at him.

“Jj…”

“Hey, baby.” He sighed in relief, his hand going to your cheek as he leaned in. You gave him a quick kiss, before pushing him away and looking at his face.

“Jesus, dude. Are you good?” John B asked from behind you on the couch, JJ stepping inside as you backed up. You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching as JJ stared at you and your brother.

“I’m fine. Can I uh… stay again? I’m sorry-“

“Course, man.” John B nodded, cutting him off.

“C’mon.” You told him quietly, Jj trailed behind you silently, already knowing the routine. You grabbed the first aid kit, wrapped some toilet paper around your hand and put it underneath the faucet, cleaning the blood off his face.

He silently watched you, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. You could feel your own tears about to fall, you had to stop yourself for a moment, looking down while Jj furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, hand going to reach your cheek, forcing you to look up at him. “what’s wrong?” He asked you, concerned. He watched tears fall down your face.

“I hate him so much.” You cried out, he was confused.

“Who- what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Your dad. He- he treats you like this all the time and he gets away with it. I can’t stand it.” You shook your head. “I hate it. Y- you did nothing to deserve this shit, JJ. I hate that you have to stay here because you don’t feel safe at home.”

“Y/n. I told you,” he mumbled, tilting his head as he stared at you, tears forming in his own eyes, but he wiped them with the back of his hand. “You don’t gotta worry ‘bout me. You dot gotta worry about any of that. I told you that.”

“But I do, Jj. I worry about you every day.”

He smiled softly at your words, and he wrapped his arms around you, you hugged him back, squeezing him as if he would be gone if you let go.

“Alright- alright-“ he wheezed out after a little, patting your back. “You’re killing me here, babe.”

You released him from the hug, mumbling a sorry and wiping your tears away.

“You’re so sweet, you know that?” He told you, leaning down to you, watching you smile again. His hand reached out for your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears on your face.

“Hey, how ‘bout I go freshen up and I’ll meet you in your room?” He asked you as you reached back for the kit, grabbing a few bandages and putting them on his face.

You nodded slowly. He smiled again, lightly tapping your cheek with his hand as he stood up, you standing as well, putting everything in the medicine cabinet again, leaving him to go take a shower.

————

The next morning, you were taking out your dog through the neighborhood. JJ and John B were out on a surfing trip for a while.

You walked with your headphones in through the cut and then downtown, watching your dog pad along the sidewalk happily, her tongue hanging out. You smiled softly, and looked back up.

It was then that you noticed him. JJs dad, out and about downtown. What the hell was he doing here?

You furrowed your eyebrows, taking your headphones off and walking closer.

He turned around, his face falling into one as shock as he noticed you.

“Y/n?” He knew you for years, before you dated JJ. You came by often, you knew about his home life before even your brother did.

“Luke.” You replied, giving him nothing but a small nod and a hint of a snarl.

“How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Fine.” You simply said, the air was thick with tension.

“Did uh.. JJ go over to yours?” He asked, with a small scoff after.

“So what if he did?” You snapped back, his eyes widening.

“He’s- he’s my kid. Think I have the right to know where he is. Even though I got no fuckin clue half the time-“ he laughed out, but your face remained straight. “I mean, seriously, kid.”

“Don’t… fucking call me that. And don’t even speak about him.” You got closer to the man, your dog confused as he stood still at your side.

“Hey, was jus’ saying.” He held his hands up in defense, a wicked smile on his face. “Boy, he really got you on his leash, huh? Y/n, you just gonna be like every other girl, thrown out the door the second he’s bored. He’s a fuckin’ little girl.”

“I don’t know who you think you are, talking about me and him like that. But I swear to God, Luke, step foot near the Chateau, step foot near him, I’m shooting your ass on sight. What did he even do to you? Huh?”

“Oh, so he is at your house.”

“Jesus- you are a sorry fucking excuse for a father. You know that?” You were now poking your finger into his chest, even closer. “You are a prick, you are an asshole, you are… vermin on this fuckin’ earth.” You spat.

He seemed amused by your words. “Strong words for a little girl like yourself.”

“You’ll never deserve that boy. You’ll never deserve him.” You mumbled, stepping away from him and continuing your walk, sighing as you walked away, tugging your dogs leash gently.

What you didn’t know, is that your words did have an effect on him. He watched as you walked away, your every word sinking into his chest, his heart.

Your phone lit up in your pocket with a notification. You picked up it, looking at the text.

JJ <3

wya?? we came back to the chateau and you’re not here )::

You smiled at the text, quickly responding.

walking JJ junior, we’re downtown rn :3. You told him, sending a little picture attached of your dog on his leash.

JJ <3

aww, when u guys r back i gotta bucket of ice cream and a whole thing of peanut butter for jj junior there

Your smile widened, texting him back with a little heart emoji and turning your phone off, walking back to the chateau, but taking another route so you wouldn’t run into Luke again.

When you got back, he sat on the porch with a joint lazily hanging in his fingers.

He was scrolling through his phone when he heard junior bark at him, you let go of the leash and watched the dog go up to Jj, clawing at his legs and barking out of happiness.

“Hey, buddy!” JJ spoke to him, petting behind his ears and ruffling his fur, you smiled at the sweet sight. “You have fun with your mama? Yeah?” He asked, dog barking again.

“And hello to you too.” He told you when you came up, giving you a hug, despite junior getting in the way of you both.

“How was your walk?” He mumbled when he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, you thought back to Luke and smiled.

“It was good, actually.” You nodded, bending down to pick up juniors leash, tugging on it and opening the door to the Chateau.

JJ sat down again on your porch, taking a drag of the joint and exhaling. You sat next to him, he offered you it but you just shook your head.

Your eyes raked over his body, he didn’t have a shirt on and his swim trunks were still on.

They raked over his abs, his eyes looked up at you, attentive to what you were looking at.

They raked over his bruises, you swallowing and looking away when you felt the tears pushing through your waterline again. You sniffled and JJ sighed, already knowing what you were upset about.

“You don’t gotta worry about it. I tell you that every time. I’m here now, it’s over, it’s whatever.” He shrugged it off.

“It’s not whatever.”

“Y/n, I’ve lived with it my whole life. This ain’t even that bad.”

“I hate when you do that.” You muttered, turning back to JJ. He stared at you, sighing.

“Do what?”

“Play it off like it’s nothing- I mean i know you don’t wanna talk about it, and I’m not asking you to. But JJ, this isn’t nothing. I… I hate seeing you hurt. And I hate seeing you act like you’re okay.

“I know you do baby. But I am okay. I’m okay.” He repeated. “I don’t want you worrying about it.”

You shook your head again, feeling the tears go down your face. You wrapped your arms around JJ, he frowned and just hugged you back.

“I know you always worry anyways. But I love you, and I don’t wanna hurt you. Like at all. That’s it.” He mumbled against your shirt, he sighed when you pulled apart, and took it upon himself to lay his head on your lap.

You both stared out at into the night, you raking your hands through his hair.

“Will you stay here? Like… forever?” You sniffled after a while, looking down at him.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He said with a smirk, turning to look at you now.

“JJ, you seen my-“ John B’s sentence stopped when he turned to look at the both of you. You both looked at him like deers in headlights.

“Oh God, think I’m gonna vomit now. Anyways, you seen the peanut butter you bought? I was trying to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but there’s none left.”

You looked at JJ, who looked at you with a wide smile. You both turned back to John B, you shrugged.

“Oh, I know that look.” He mumbled, going back into the Chateau.

“Junior!” You both heard from inside, both of you giggling as you heard your brother scold your dog.

“Goddamnit- there’s peanut butter all over my clean clothes! Get, get outta here.”

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hazband 2: Band AU

Buckle Up, Buttercups. This is gonna be looooooooooong.

-"Insider Bands" playing on VH666 streaming services on a computer monitor / TV screen sitting on the desk against the far wall-

Charlie: (laying on her belly on her bed and chewing her nails like a cartoon goat chews through a field of grass as she watches the TV)

Riff Rascal: Alright, dudes, dudettes, non-duders, and rock-aholics! That was Simple Plain's newest single "Why Are We Kids?!". Coming up next, our guy, our big shredder, our big bad-

????: Dammit, Riff!!!! Just get on with it!!!

Riff Rascal: Yo, sorry, boss lady! Coming up next, we have our expert in all things metal and shredding, Axel Steelgrave, conducting a super secret, super exclusive interview with one of Hell's latest and greatest! Stay tuned!

Charlie: (whines and plasters her face into the comforter) Fuck! I really messed up! I shouldn't have released that album, guys! What if Vaggie doesn't like girls outside of the metal scene?! Then I'm just the creepy, stalker, pop diva who messages her on Sinstagram every once and a while! And likes all of her posts! And comments on each picture! And-

Razzle: (trying to finish polishing Charlie's hooves after a full pedicure and hoof care) Baap?

Charlie: So? It was only ever mentioned once in a tabloid that she was once in a poly ship with a man and woman before. Nothing set in stone. Who listens to tabloids anyway? She said she was a lesbian in her last interview with Angel Metal Monthly.

Dazzle: (brings up a wide array of nail polishes) BaaaAaaAp?

Charlie: Yes! She messages me back almost immediately after every message I send her, but that doesn't mean the's interested in me. She hasn't been online in a week! (rolls over and flops onto her back, covering her eyes with her arm) Not since Katie Killjoy did that whole news segment on my new single music video and album.

Dazzle: (painting Charlie's hooves in a deep red hue called "Wicked Sinister") Baaaaaaap. BaaaAAaaap. Baap. (clicks his hoof in a way that's supposed to look like a sassy finger snap and blows heated air over the paint)

Razzle: Baap! (scowls) Baaap. Baaa. Baap!

Charlie: Thanks, Razzle. No, Dazzle. I really don't think this is some kind of rebound. I really started liking her during the Battle of the Bands gig over at the Jackpot Hotel and Casino. She was the first person who didn't openly laugh at me being there even though I was the only pop singer there.

-VH666 blares back with a heavy metal guitar riff-

Axel Steelgrave: Hey, good evening, everyone. How's it going? Tonight, we have a very special guest. (camera pans out to show Vaggie sitting next to Axel in an interview chair) Lead singer, guitarist, and rocking girl, Vaggie the Steel Vagina from Fallen Angels.

Charlie: WHAT?!?!?!?!?! (crocodile death rolls around in her excitement and falls out of bed, completely wrapped in a burrito, and worm crawls over to the TV) RAZZLE!!! DAZZLE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

Razzle: (salutes) Baap! (grabs the remote and turns up the volume)

Dazzle: (sad bleats as he looks at the mess of nail polish everywhere) baaaaaap.....

Vaggie: (trying not to snarl at the name) It's just Vaggie, Axel.

Axel Steelgrave: Oh, sure. Sure. Well, thank you so much for taking the time to come and see us. Not gonna lie. We were shocked to hear that you were coming out with a new single so quickly.

Charlie: (plasters her face to the screen) New Single?!?!?!?!?!

Vaggie: (blushes slightly) Well, I figured after hearing the Princess's new album and call-out, I should work on a reply.

Angel: (from behind the camera man) You wouldn't have had ta write and record a whole new song and music video if you just sent 'er a video of you jacking it all week! I've never heard dat vibrator work so hard in its life! I swear I smelled smoke last night!

Charlie: (squeals, gasps, and shrieks all at once and falls backwards)

Vaggie: (jumps up from her seat) Angel! What the Fuck?!

Axel Steelgrave: Well, well, well, I guess that answers my next question. I take it this new single is going to be good news for the Princess?

Vaggie: (still steaming as she sits back down and tries to compose herself) I know you have the video on hand. Why not play it and let the fans see for themselves?

Axel Steelgrave: I couldn't have said it better myself. (to the camera) With that being said, let's take a look at a sneak peek of Fallen Angel's new single: "Dear, Charlie - For Somewhere Better".

-Video cuts to some random point in the music video where Vaggie is standing in black leather skirt that has the leather ripped into strips in a hoola-skirt style, black halter tank top, thigh high leather heeled boots, and black fingerless gloves, holding and shredding a guitar. Angel is a pink, fabulous gay disaster on drums while one set of hands works a keyboard.-

Vaggie: (singing) We'll ignite. Still dreaming wide awake. On the hunt for "Somewhen brighter". Pull me close now, and I'll dream until my dying day. Till we create a new "Somewhere better". The promise of a life. Like a thousand suns inside my broken heart. I can see through your eyes. And embrace the flame that guides me through the night.

-Video Cuts back to the interview-

Axel Steelgrave: (freaking out excitedly) Wow! That's quite the statement! Good on you, Steel Vagina!

Vaggie: Vaggie.

Axel Steelgrave: Before we end this exclusive, is there anything you want to say to the Princess in case she's watching?

Vaggie: (Face falls briefly as her eye widens and a blush colors her face) Oh.... (shakes her head to compose herself, looks into the camera, and makes a telephone gesture) Call me~

Axel Steelgrave: (laughing) Alright! You heard it here first, folks. "Dear, Charlie" will be available on HellTunes tonight at midnight. Thank you all so much for tuning in. And, as always, stay rocking.

Charlie: (finally managing to unravel the blanket and sitting on the floor with a bright red blush) C-Call.... Her.... She wants me to call her... (jumps up and down like a teenager in a bad "not another teen movie" while holding Razzle and Dazzle's hooves) SHE WANTS ME TO CALL HER!!!! (pauses) How?! I don't have her number!

-DING!-

Charlie: (dives for her phone on the floor and opens a new Sinstagram message)

FallenAngelVaggie: Hope you got a chance to watch "Insider Bands" tonight. Talk to you later? Maybe over coffee? XXX-XXX-XXXX

Charlie: (takes a deep breath) SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Vaggie: (leaning against the wall of the VH666 studio, holding her phone against her chest, and taking a long drag of a cigarette)

Angel: Hey! I thought you were quitting! (yoinks the cigarette and plops it between his lips)

Vaggie: Dammit, Angel! I said I'd be done once my case is empty! (digs in her pocket and pulls out an angelic steel cigarette case) It still has four left! I haven't even lit up in nearly six months!

Angel: I know! Proud of you for that. That interview rile you up that much that you gotta wreck six months of hard work?

Vaggie: Ugh! (slams her back into the wall) You think Charlie got the message?

-squeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Angel: (looks up at the sky towards the Morningstar Mansion where it looks like fireworks are going off on one of the balconies) Oh, I think she got it~

[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Is it ok if I call you mine? Part One

Part 2 Part 3

Soft!Joel Miller x Neurodivergent/ anxious F!reader

Summary: When Joel sees you having a hard time outside of a concert he tries to make sure your alright when he scares you on accident he can’t stop thinking about if your actually ok or not until a couple weeks later he runs into you. Both of you let down your guard and form a unlikely bond

Soft! Joel miller x neurodivergent reader AU (outbreak never happens)

Warnings: soft Joel, concerned Joel, protective Joel, neurodivergent, audio overstimulation, anxiety, self inflicted angst. Best friend Tommy, falling in love. Acceptance, low self esteem.

A/N: I’m so nervous to start posting this story. This story is very near and dear to me and I’ve been pouring my heart into this story, I hope you all like going on this journey with me. This will be a multi part story.

There’s not a lot of descriptors about reader other than eye color but they can easily be changed.

You didn’t want to be this way- in fact you hated it at times if you’re honest with yourself. Sometimes you could see it coming. Other times, one minute you were fine the next your brain felt like it was drowning out at sea while your body looked for it in a flimsy life raft.

You just wanted to enjoy your night out with your best friend seeing your favorite band, you had felt really good today.

As you sat there waiting for the show to start the chatter of the group sitting behind you became more intense and you started zoning out, trying to focus on anything but as their chatter turned into them shouting back and forth over each other, it became to much. Everything sounding jumbled, you felt lightheaded as if your head was swimming, the overwhelming anxious feeling taking over your body.

“I-I ne-need get out of here and get some air” you shouted abruptly standing, grabbing your seat to steady yourself as the dizzys worsened.

“Do you need me to go with you?” Stacey asked concerned, she knew all to well how awful things could get for you sometimes.

“No…no I’ll be ok, I just need to breathe, need some air. I’ll text you if I need you”

Once outside you slid down, sitting on the sidewalk under the awning of the venue, the small round lights that lined the bottom of the awning offering just enough light in the night sky. You sat with your back against the building, your knees pulled up to your chest as you felt the cold fall air fill you lungs, easing the weight on your chest slightly. God the air felt good on your over heated face.

“Y’alright miss?” You hear an unfamiliar muffled voice. There’s other people around surly he’s talking to someone else.

“Miss y’alright?” You hear the soft husky drawl. You try to ignore it. Please be talking to someone else.

“Darlin’ y’alright” you hear with a light hand on your shoulder. Fuck. Your head snaps up, eyes wide as your gaze locks with a pair of big brown eyes. Flinching away from him you snarl “dude I’m fine”

“Sorry didn’t mean to startle ya, was just concerned.”

You don’t say anything back, you barely even acknowledge him.

“I-I’m Joel” He offers with a kind smile

“Look Joel I’m sure you’re nice and all but I clearly am having a rough go and don’t want to be bothered” you snapped back standing quickly and hurrying back inside the venue.

“Sorry Darlin” he softly called after you.

“What was that about?” Tommy asks Joel, only witnessing the tail end of what was happening.

Joel lets out a defeated sigh “There was this girl curled up sitting on the ground, clearly going through something, I asked her if she was a’lright. I think I scared her when I touched her shoulder, she got up angry and ran inside.”

Once inside you run into the bathroom rubbing cold water on your face, you feel a rush of instant guilt. You hated the way you came off to people sometimes, your tone coming off harsh and aggressive, often not matching how you were feeling. People would often tell you you needed to control your emotions or regulate your tone but you truly couldn’t control it, it’s just how you were. You weren’t good with people, you didn’t like small talk never really knowing how to engage in it, you often either shared to much to fast or you’d say nothing at all, mostly just observing people, just being in the background of most situations and that was when you were invited to gatherings which wasn’t very often.

“There was this guy outside tonight”

“Ok…”

“He was trying to check on me, to make sure I was alright and I snapped at him, I was actually pretty rude to him”

“I feel so bad” you said with a deep sigh.

“Don’t let it bother you, I’m sure he didn’t think much of it” Stacey said trying to ease your mind.

“Joel…he said his name was Joel.”

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“Shit…I-I think that’s the guy from the other night” you say looking up from your sandwich.

Stacey whips around “Who Joel? The guy from outside the show? Which one is he?”

“The one with the scruffy beard, and messy hair standing with the guy with the dark curly hair at the counter, I think he was there too.”

“He’s handsome, you didn’t tell me he was so handsome”

“Well I didn’t realize it either, I was to busy being a bitch to notice” you say nervous laughing.

“I’m sure he won’t remember me, but I still feel so guilty”

You have no idea yet how wrong you are.

Joel notices you instantly as him and Tommy are looking for a table.

The feeling of relief washing over him seeing that your ok. He hadn’t stopped wondering, no he hadn’t stopped worrying if you were ok.

Tommy noticed Joel acting nervously, continuously looking over Tommy’s shoulder at something or someone.

“Y’alright man? Y’acting weird, w’do you keep looking at?”

“It’s the girl, the one from the other night at the show”

Tommy turns to see you and Stacey recognizing you from the other night.

“I’ve seen her friend here before, think she’s seeing the guy that runs the place”

“But the girl, she looks like she’s alright” Tommy says softly, turning to see Joel’s smile at his comment.

“And I know you been worryin’”

“Huh? It that obvious?”

“I’m your brother I know things, also ya keep mentioning it, why don’t ya go talk to her?”

“M’pretty sure I scared the shit outta her, she ain’t want me talkin’ to her.”

“I-I should apologize to him”

“So let’s go talk to them”

“Ugh your not supposed to agree” you laugh.

“You keep talking about feeling bad, and I know you, you’ll just keep thinking about it, if it would make you feel better let’s go talk to him”

Stacey’s surprised when you get up from the table slowly and nervously start walking over and she follows behind.

“Ah shit, there…she’s coming over here I think” Joel says nervously

“I-I’m sorry this is kind of random but are…are you Joel?” You ask as you nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, unable to maintain eye contact.

“Yes ma’am”

Tommy watch’s your body language intently, understanding more about you than you even realize or notice.

“I ah, you probably don’t remember me”

“Course I do”

“You do?” You ask completely shocked

“Why wouldn’t I? You were outside of the State theater, was worried about you”

“A-bout that, I’m so sorry for snapping and being so rude to you. I know you were just trying to make sure I was alright. I was just having a rough go and I’m just um not very good with people sometimes an-d my tone doesn’t um ugh it doesn’t matter….I just wanted to apologize.” You said, getting more nervous and flustered the more you talked. Damnit why am I like this? Why the hell is he gonna care about my problems just stop talking.

But it did matter, it mattered to him. He wanted you to go on, to hear about what was bothering you. He wanted to be able to ease your mind, to make you feel better.

Tommy noticed your body language, how anxious you were, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt while looking at the ground. He knew this feeling all to well, anxiety hadn’t been his friend since he’d came back from the army and seeing Joel go through it when he lost Sarah he just wanted to make you feel comfortable.

“Well since my brothers not going to introduce us, I’m Tommy. What’s your name darlin’?” Tommy says holding out his hand to shake.

“ shit..sorry I’m (y/n) and this is Stacey.”

You turn to Joel, your hand out stretched.

“It’s nice to meet you properly Joel” you say offering him the warmest smile. You just had this feeling about them, about him in particular that you couldn’t describe.

Joel is surprised but moved by your action, taking your hand offering you the kindest smile back. He takes this opportunity to study every part of your face, as if he was committing it to memory.

“Y’all have fun at the show?” Joel asks

“Oh were you guys there for the show too?” You ask, your face turning the lightest shade of red.

“ well, I dragged him there” Tommy says gesturing to Joel chuckling

“But yea we were there”

“Yeah… umm other than my episode we had a blast…they’re my favorite band”

“Hey! No way they’re mine too” Tommy exclaims “my first time seeing them”

“I’ve seen them 3 times, they’ve been great every time” you exclaim.

Joel watches as your body language relaxes a little bit. He takes pride in him and Tommy being able to ease you even if just for a moment.

“Y’guys want join us?”

You’re immediately flustered by the question, feeling like you’ve lingered too long making them feel like they had to ask.

“Oh no that’s ok, I don’t want to bother you guys, you’re clearly on your lunch break.” Your eyes trained on your shoes, pulling at your shirt. Fuck you hated being like this- an awkward overthinking mess as people would tell you.

Pulling your gaze back up to Joel with a nervous smile on your face.

“I just wanted to apologize, sorry to bother you guys”

Before either of them could say anything you turn on you heels and hurried out the door.

“Wait (y/n)” Joel calls after you calmly, not waiting to scare you.

As you and Stacey turn around you see Joel smiling at you as Tommy comes out of the cafe behind him.

“Here I ah wanted to give your our numbers” Joel says rubbing the back of his neck.

You reach out taking the piece of paper.

“No pressure just if you ever wanted t’talk”

“I’m not a fan of talking on the phone, makes me anxious but I-I’ll text you sometime if that’d be ok?”

“Yea, that’d be more than ok darlin’”

Joel wasn’t much of a texter but he’d do anything you’d be comfortable with if it meant he’d get to talk to you again.

Y/n: Hey! It’s y/n I saw our favorite band is coming back in a couple months and playing in Dallas!

As soon as you sent the text to Tommy you regret it. What if it came on to strong? what if he thinks I’m asking him to go? Who am I even to think he wants to talk to me?

Your thoughts only spiraled like water going down the drain the more that time passed with out hearing from him.

Tommy: Hey sweetheart! Sorry for the late response, we had a crazy day at work today.

Tommy: shit no way, we should all go, I’ll talk to Joel about it and snag tickets for everyone.

“ oh shit y/n texted me saying the bands coming back in a couple months, playin’ Dallas. We should all go, have a road trip down there.”

“Oh…s’he texted you?”

“Oh shit sorry have ya not heard from her?”

“No, no it’s ok. I’ll go though if she wants to go”

“I’m sure you’ll hear from her Joel, she only texted me about the show”

Joel’s just relaxing or trying to relax, because let’s face it he’s never been very good at just taking a breath and resting without trying to do a 100 other things at once.

He hears his phone vibrate on the night stand, caught off guard by the butterflies he feels before reaching for his phone. He thinks it must be you, Tommy’s downstairs the only other person that would text him.

His smile reaches his eyes before he can even think about stoping it when he sees it is infect you.

Y/A: Hey! It’s y/n. I’m sure Tommy told you I messaged him. Hopefully you don’t think I didn’t want to talk to you, was honestly working up the courage to message you.

Fuck…what the hell am I doing?! Did I just say that.

Y/N: Jesus…I’m so sorry that was awkward haha

God. You were so cute. Joel just found you so endearing as he finds himself completely taken by you.

Joel: Hey darlin. No worries at all. Im happy to hear from ya.

Joel: how’s your night goin? Hopefully it’s treating you well.

Y/N: it’s going good, I’m just curled up in bed watching one of my comfort shows.

You and Joel went back and forth for a couple hours, chatting and unknowingly making each other light up and feel comfortable with each other.

Joel: I don’t want to put any pressure on you so don’t feel like ya have too…but would you want to grab a coffee together tomorrow? That is if ya don’t already have plans.

You’re torn, on one hand you’re overjoyed that he asked you out to coffee and on the other hand you can’t help but feel like he feels like he has too, that you might of come on too strong. But here goes nothing…

Y/N: Sure, that would be really nice. I’d like that.

You hit send before you can think about it too much.

Y/N: if it’s ok could we go later in the day after lunch? It’s less hectic and pretty quiet around then.

Joel doesn’t give why you asked to meet then much thought, because the reason didn’t matter. He wanted to do what ever you were comfortable with and if that’s when you were comfortable going then that’s what he’d do.

Joel: Sure that sounds good to me darlin. I’ll meet you there.

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As you make your walk over to the cafe you can’t help but wonder if this is a joke, if Joel actually wants to hang out? If he asked because he felt like he had too.

You wish you didn’t have to say you used to it but you are. You’re used to people just putting up with you, inviting you some where because they feel obligated too, only hearing from them when they want something from you. The amount of times you misjudged a friendship or relationship was staggering. You had no idea how wrong you were.

The longer Joel sits at the cafe, the more nervous he becomes. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this early or nervous for anything in his life, not even the day Sarah was born. Part of him is worried you won’t come, that he made you feel like you had to say yes. The other part of him is over joyed at the idea that you wanted to come, that you might actually want to spend time with him.

Joel hears the baristas greet someone excitedly. When he hears the voice that greets them back he knows it’s you, your voice already burned into him memory. Your tone is bubbly and happy today, he can hear the smile in you’re voice before he even sees you. When you finally come into view, his heart melts when he sees your smile, your big beautiful smile.

You glance over meeting his gaze, giving him a little wavy and smile as you make you way over to him.

I can’t believe he’s here already and here I was worried about being to early.

Joel hopes you don’t notice the way he wipes his sweaty palms on his pants as he stands to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart good t’see ya”

“You..you actually came. It’s so good to see you too” you say offering him the same smile you walked in with.

“Is it alright t’give ya a hug?”

“Yes of course” you said after hesitating briefly.

Joel wraps you into the most comforting hug you’ve ever had. Coming from someone who doesn’t like to be touched or have people in their personal space abruptly. But there was something different about Joel, something comforting and natural that you couldn’t quiet out your finger on.

Joel pulls away when it sinks in what you said.

“Wait…why wouldn’t I show up?”

You feel embarrassed that you said it out loud, but you also wanted to be honest with him.

“It just wouldn’t be the first time I misjudged someone inviting me somewhere or the first time someone forgot that we had plans.”

“I’m just a lot for most people and it’s ok, I’m used to it”

“You shouldn’t h’ave to be used to that sweetheart but quiet frankly I think your awesome, to awesome to be wantin’ to hang out with me so I thought you might not come.”

You and Joel sit and talk for a couple of hours at the cafe. You talk to him about some of your disorders related to being neurodivergent and about your life before coming to Texas. Joel listens intently, letting you talk freely without interruptions or judgements and doesn’t press for more info than you’re comfortable telling him. The only questions he ask are about things he can do to you help when things get bad or how he could offer support if you needed it. Almost as if he’s saying he wants to spend more time with you with saying it.

Joel tells you more about himself, the contractor business that him and Tommy run and about Sarah, his daughter who he lost a few years ago. Joel is surprised how intently you listen to him, how he has your undivided attention. He’s never had anyone other than Tommy listen to him in that way, free of judgement and full of compassion. Never pressing him to share more than he was comfortable with.

“Hey I-I I don’t if you and Stacey have plans tonight but Tommy and I are gonna have a movie night and get some pizza if you guys would like to come.”

“Oh I think Stacey and Jared are having a date night tonight”

“Well you’re still welcome, we’d love to have you”

“Don’t feel like you have to invite me, I wouldn’t want to impose on your night.”

“Not at all, you could never impose. I’m having a nice time with you and honestly would love to spend more time with you. I know Tommy would love to have you too.”

Joel senses your hesitation, but not because you don’t feel comfortable it’s because your worried you will be in the way, like you’d be intruding where you weren’t wanted.

“As long as it’s ok I would love too, honestly I’d like to spend more time with you too” you say offering a warm smile.

Joel’s hand ghosts over your lower back as you guys leave the cafe. Normally you’d be put off by this or flinch away but something about Joel was immediately comforting.

“Oh I walked here so I just need to go grab my car, we live around the corner”

“If you’re comfortable with it I could drive us and bring you home later.”

“Ok” you say smiling warmly, letting him know your comfortable with that.

“Let me just text Stacey so she’s not freaked out when my cars there but I’m not.” You say as you guys walk to his truck, his hand still lightly on your lower back as you walk.

“ here let me see your phone” he says leaning against his truck.

“I typed my address into your message for her to have, that way you can feel safe knowing she’s knows exactly where you are.” He says handing you back your phone.

His gesture speaks volumes to you, it’s almost as if he can read your mind.

“Thank you….I’ve honestly never had anyone do something like that for me before.”

“Here let me see your phone, I’ll give you her number incase you ever need to get ahold of her.”

“Was gonna ask but I didn’t want you to think I was being weird”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you make your away across town to Joel’s house, truly just enjoying each others company.

When you guys arrive at Joel’s he gets out and runs over to the passenger door opening it for you.

“Tommy! We have company for movie night tonight” Joel calls out as you enter the house.

Joel barely gets the words out before you hear Tommy’s foots steps padding down the hall.

“Hey there sweetheart! Happy to have ya here” Tommy exclaims as he pulls you into a hug, huge smile across is face.

“Now my brothers not given you any trouble is he?” Tommy asks jokingly making the cutest laugh bubble out of you. The sound of it warms Joel’s soul, he’d do anything in his power to hear it again.

Joel sighs “Really Tommy?”

“What? I’m just joking around” he smirks

“No, he’s not, not yet anyways” you chuckle smiling at Joel.

“Here darlin’ come look at the menu, gotta know what you like before we order”

“Oh I’m easy to get a long with. I like cheese, but honestly I’ll be happy with what you guys get, you don’t have to order special stuff for me”

“Nonsense gotta make sure you’re happy too” Joel smiles

Tommy comes back from the other room “alright I placed the order but I ordered a shit ton of food, like probably too much” he says chuckling.

“But I w’anted t’make sure everyone had somethin’ they liked.”

“I can go with you to pick it up, to help you grab it all if you’d like” you offer with a nervous smile. Trying your hardest to be helpful and figure out your place in this dynamic.

You don’t see it but Joel smiles at your gesture, loving your caring nature.

“Sure I’d love that sweetheart, plus I can give you pointers on how to annoy the shit outta my brother”

You catch a glimpse of Joel rolling his eyes.

“O-only if that’s ok with you?” You say nervously.

“Oh darlin’ of course, I wasn’t rolling’ my eyes at you” he says lightly resting his hand on your lower back.

Joel’s eyes are comically large when you and Tommy get back to the house, both with arm fulls of food.

“Jesus you guys leave any food for the rest of the city?”

That laugh Joel loves so much bubbles up out of you again, his heart beating faster the minute he hears it.

“Uh don’t look at me he’s the one that ordered the food” you say pointing at Tommy.

“Don’t look at me, the sweets we’re all her idea” Tommy says as Joel takes the bakery stuff out of the bag.

“I mean the least I could do was buy us desert” you shrug

Joel glanced up at you as he pulls out a second box from the bakery”

“But I-ah might of gotten a little carried away” you laugh at the sheer amount of stuff spread out over the counter.

The three of you all fill up plates with various items and sit down to bond over dinner.

You learn that Tommy is staying with Joel while he works on remolding the house he bought on that weekends.

You all grab your drinks and head to the living room.

“Make your self at home and sit where ever you’d like darlin’” Joel says as he plops down on the couch.

“Do you guys normally have particular places you sit. I-I don’t want to take anyone’s spot”

To Joel you’re so cute and considerate in this moment.

“Nah not really, sit where ever you’re comfortable”

You think for a moment about what do to before you sit next to Joel on the couch.

“I-I it ok to sit here? If you want more space I can sit on the other end.”

“Absolutely it’s ok sweetheart” Joel says with the kindest smile as his big brown eyes meet yours.

“Was hoping you’d feel comfortable sittin’ next to me”

Tommy follows a few beats behind the two of you juggling the bakery treats and his beer before snagging what he wanted and plopped down in the recliner next to the couch.

You and Joel bump hands reaching for the same treat, an over sized chocolate chip cookie loaded with big chocolate chunks.

A nervous giggle escapes you. “ where you going for the giant cookie too?”

“I’ts ok go ahead”

“Oh no it’s ok”

“Really darlin’ I insist”

You grab the cookie breaking it in half.

“Here I’ll split it with you” you say holding out half of it to him.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to do that”

“Really it’s ok, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t share” you say nervous chuckling.

Fuck. I can’t believe I just told him I liked him. Way to be weird.

Taking the half and laughing Joel retorts “ It’s ok, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have taken it” as he nudges you with his shoulder.

Joel glances over at you part way through the third movie to see you curled up and passed out on the couch next to him. You look so peaceful and comfortable in this moment that he can’t help but smile fondly at you as he pulls a blanket from the back of the couch over you.

Tommy catches a glimpse of Joel tending to you and he can’t help but smile. It’s been a long time since he’s seen his brother like this, seen this happiness in his eyes and a genuine laugh come out of him. Joel’s been a different person since Sarah passed away, more guarded and closed off. But he sees a small change in him since he met you. He can see Joel starting to peek his head out of the gate to the fortress he’s built around himself with you around.

Joel: Hey. It’s Joel y/n gave me your number incase I ever needed to get ahold of you. Just wanted to let you know she fell asleep during movie night on the couch. I covered up and left a water on the coffee table for her. Just didn’t want you to worry if she didn’t turn up tonight. I’m gonna leave her a note next to her phone on the coffee table so she’s not scared when she wakes up.

Stacey: Thank you for texting me Joel. Because I would have been worried if she just didn’t show up. Thank you for taking care of her. Please never hesitate to reach out if you need me.

Joel: Have a good night sweetheart

Stacey: oh Joel one more thing

Stacey: she doesn’t trust people easily. She also doesn’t just fall asleep just anywhere like this….actually she has a hard time sleeping in general. This means she’s comfortable with/ trusts you. Please don’t take this for granted.

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You wake up to the smell of coffee and the sound of hushed chatter.

“ Jesus Tommy, be quiet your gonna wake her up”

As your sitting up slowly from the unfamiliar couch it hits you. Fuck, you fell asleep at Joel’s.

You notice a note next to your phone

“Don’t be scared, nothing happened. You just fell asleep during the movie so I covered you up and left you be. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning

-Joel

You only have a few moments to enjoy the thought of Joel caring for you before the embarrassment comes crashing down.

You fell asleep on a date, who does that!

And further more there’s actually no way this is a date. Why would this man want to date you?

You get up shoving the note in your pocket, gather your things and slowly and quietly make your way to the kitchen.

Tommy notices you standing awkwardly in the door way when he looks up for pouring his coffee.

“Oh would ya look at who woke up, mornin sweetheart” he says offering you a sweet smile.

Joel turns around from his place at the stove, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“Morning darlin’ would you like some breakfast or coffee? I just s’tarted cookin’”

“N-no…I should go, it’s ok. Um Tommy c-could you give me a ride home?” You manage to squeak out, your voice sounding almost strained as you fight to hold back the tears trying to breach the dam.

You look away, unable to take the disappointment in Joel’s big brown eyes.

It was only a matter of time before he figured out you were a disappointment anyways.

“Oh um ‘course I can sweetheart no problem. Go ahead, I’ll be right out”

Joel just looks at home, eyes filled with defeat.

“It’s ok brother, I’ll talk to her. I can tell she’s feelin a bit anxious”

“I-I feel so bad, I hope she’s not embarrassed. I was happy to have her here, but I know it’s jarring waking up in someone else’s house”

Tommy finds you sitting in his truck, hunched over with your head on your hands and a small piece of paper in your lap.

“What’s that in your lap?” Tommy asked

You don’t even look up as you had him the small note. Tommy noticed the small wet stains in the note as he takes it from you.

A few beats of silence pass. “ oh sweetheart you y’dont have t’cry, this note is truthful”

“It’s not even that”

“I just want to go home”

“No problem sweetheart…just know you can talk to me bout anything anytime. Joel too.”

The ride across town back to your place is silent, your head rested on the window, blankly staring out. You’re mind feels like a hurricane swirling around, thinking of every situation that could happen from you falling a sleeping, thinking of everything you could of said, should of said. You’re zoned out so much you don’t notice that Tommy has pulled into your drive way. When you stay still and don’t get out Tommy breaks the silence.

“Y’alright sweetheart? Y’want to talk about anything? I’ll sit here all day if I need too.” He says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You’re silent for a few more beats.

“I really fucked things up. Who falls asleep on a date? And before you say anything, no I don’t really think we were on a date because someone like your brother doesn’t want to date me. I’m just so fucking embarrassed. I might as well just prepare myself now for the fact that I likely won’t see either one of you much after this, before I get attached and think you guys want me around because I have a habit of misreading situations and peoples intentions.” You manage to choke out before the tears start flowing.

You go to open the door but Tommy stops you.

“Aww sweetheart hold on a minute. Breaks my heart seeing you like this and I know it would break Joel’s too.”

“It’s ok, Tommy… I know I’m not for everyone. My disorders drive most people away, I’m pretty used to it at this point in my life.”

“ I understand more than you might think… when I came back from the military, I was much different than when I went in. I have PTSD, my anxiety and depression were at an all time high, I can’t do most loud booming noises and the weirdest things trigger me and I spiral into a flash back. The one person who’s been there for me through it all and never once left my side or complained is Joel. Even when he was going through the most horrific moment of his life when he lost Sarah, he never once wavered in his support when I needed it. Long story short, he’s not put off by you or by you falling asleep or by any of your issues. He thinks your awesome, and so do I. Neither of us are messing with you. And I don’t want to speak for him but I’m pretty sure he was hoping last night was a date” Tommy says nudging you playfully at the last part.

“But seriously sweetheart if you ever need to talk. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you Tommy, truly. That means the world to me. I know I really should be kinder to myself but I’m just used to people being around when they want something or it’s convenient for them.”

“Do you wanna come back to the house with me?”

“I do but will it be weird? Will Joel want me to come back?”

“Sweetheart I’m pretty sure he’d let you stay as long as you were comfortable, but I can text him”

“Ok… I’d like to run inside and get changed if that’s ok?”

“I’ll wait as long as you need”

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Tommy: y/n and I talked for a while, she’s alright. She’s just embarrassed and having some trouble but she’s not freaked out by you at all.

Joel: I feel so bad she feels that way. But I’m glad I didn’t freak her out. She’s such a sweetheart.

Tommy: I offered to bring her back to the house to see you and she seems to want to, she’s just concerned you wouldn’t want her to. She’s just inside changing her clothes, I said I’d text you and give you a heads up.

Joel: if she wants to come back with you please bring her back. I want to see her.

Tommy: don’t tell her I told you but she called last night a date than took it back because she got scared calling it that but I told her you were hoping it was a date so do with that what you’d like.

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Stacey is standing right inside the door peeking out the window, which jumps you as you swing the door open.

“Why’d he bring you home? I though you were going to be hanging out with the other one?”

“Oh…Tommy lives with Joel”

“Wait…are you ok? Have you been crying?” Stacey says concerned as she reaches out grabbing your arm.

“Yea ugh I’m alright, I fell asleep last night during movie night and woke up and was really embarrassed and asked Tommy if he could give me a ride home because I just couldn’t face Joel.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you, sorry if I worried you”

“Well I would of been really worried but Joel actually texted me, to let me know you were alright and that you had fallen asleep”

“Wait… he did?”

“He was worried that I’d be worried if you didn’t come home. The dude seems like a stand up guy”

“Wait so why is Tommy still here?”

“Well I had a break down on the way here and him and I had a good talk, he asked if I wanted yo go back to the house with him so I’m going up go back over there and talk to Joel. I just wanted to change.”

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“Y’know it’s been along time since I’ve seen Joel light up t’way he does when he sees you. Losing Sarah really took a lot outta him, but I see his old self startin’ to come out when he’s around you.”

Tommy says turning to you at the red light.

Tommy sees you smile from the corner of his eye as the light turns green again.

“I-I honestly don’t know what to say to that.. and not in a bad way. I guess I’m just surprised. But honestly there’s just something about your brother, something that I can’t really explain. Sigh. Like I just knew right away that I could trust him, I mean I knew right away I could trust you too. But there’s just something about him that’s calming like I’m relaxed and at ease when I’m around him almost as if he sees me, like really sees me for who I am.”

When you and Tommy pull into the drive way Joel comes right out on to the porch, you can’t help the huge smile that tugs at your lips when you see him. You light up when your close enough for him to see you smiling and offered you a cute wave as Tommy puts the truck in park. Joel comes right down the steps and opens the truck door for you.

“H-hey sweetheart…m’happy you came back”

“Well I’m happy you wanted me to come back”

You barely get the words out of your mouth before Joel’s wrapping you in a tight embrace, you don’t hold back hugging him back just as tightly. It’s hard to tell who needed the hug more, you or him.

“Y’know y’can talk to me bout anything, whatever’s going on at any moment. I’ll never judge you. I want to be there for you.” Joel says just loud enough for you to hear, even though Tommy had already gone inside.

“I know, and I want you to know I do trust you. I just get really in my head sometimes because I’ve thought of every way a situation could go wrong instead of seeing the good, sometimes all I can focus on are the what ifs.”

“I’ll be as patient as you need sweetheart, never feel pressured and if there’s something your more comfortable talking to Tommy about in the moment I know he’d be there for you too.”

All you can do is tilt your head up, your glossy hazel eyes meeting his big brown one. It’s almost as if time stops in this moment. Joel wants to kiss you, my god does he want to kiss you and never let you go. He wants to wash away all your fear and anxiety. To hold you and give you the world.

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this thread is fucking long and the cut is in an awkward place just bear with it please

so werewolves are a stock horror villain (and the posts directly below this one are about that! go look at them) and don’t get me wrong i love werewolf horrorsmut but i want to see more of:

werewolves who just aren’t scary in any way. like sure the shift may be scary. they may look kinda scary. but they’re just people like everyone else even if they are more ruled by instinct than the average human. i think stuff like that is a nice way to explore what it means to be a person and how humanity can be a fluid category, especially when the werewolves in question are transgender/disabled/personality disorder coded.

like i want some wholesome shit about werewolves who can’t even pass as ambiguously human. they’re just very overtly werewolves: massive sharp, snarling bundles of taut muscles and sinew, 8, 9 feet tall, who are very capable of snapping and killing everything around them

but don’t. because they’re treated well and loved even though they’re not like everyone else. and it doesn’t matter that they aren’t, because they are like everyone else even if they’re not. i know that sounds a bit confusing on the face but i mean stuff like:

- “oh yeah no worries, Sharon from accounting’s a wolf too! no no we love her! remember when we went to topgolf for that company outing? they couldn’t find any clubs in her size so she outdrove us all with clubs a foot too short it was hysterical!”

- “all right you should be scheduled for this week! next two weeks are the same? no right of course not because you need moon days. yeah that’s totally fine i will get that in to HR and you should be all good!”

- “is- no it’s fine- is it ok if i stay shifted in here? the pain is less bad when i’m shifted. no i have no idea why lol. you’re sure? the shedding is ok and everything? aww sweetie i love you too!”

- “i mean, hip dysplasia is normal in wolves your age, and you had fairly active teenage years, so it happens. it’s not anything to worry about though, i’ll get you in contact with a fantastic physical therapist! no she specializes in wolf patients. she’s great at what she does, i promise. i’ll get you a month of painkillers but over-the-counter should work alright too. take these, go to therapy, and if it’s still doing that in a month come back and we can try something else.”

- “hey, baby, look at me. i know people are staring at you. you don’t need to care about them. you have just as much right to be here as they do. just ignore them.”

- “no i’m absolutely not mad at you! you can’t control that happening! no it was a full moon what the fuck were you supposed to do? look, i can replace the couch you mauled and the TV and vases you broke but i can’t replace you getting hurt because you tried to stave off the shift. we’ll go shopping for new ones together, ok? and we’ll get some cheap shit you can break for next month and a couple steaks for you to fuck up. i promise i’m not mad- hey get off me you big lug stop fucking licking me your mouth tastes like couch cushions…”

- “it’s actually so real to be worried about hurting your human partner in bed. you won’t hurt her, dude, i’ve known her for years you should be more scared of her than she is of you. they make, like, these rings. it’s like a silicone spacer- no it goes on your dick, idiot. it’s so you don’t like fuck into her cervix or whatever. supposedly those help? idk if they come in wolf sizes though.”

show me the negative stuff, too. show me:

- werewolves who muzzle themselves in cities even though it’s only a first quarter moon because they’re scared they’ll snap and hurt someone even though that fear makes them so careful around everyone they never would

- wolves who have moon trackers on their phone because they need to know when they’re going to get forced into a shift so they can get away from everyone because they don’t want to get violent but they can’t control it and the last time they were around someone she ended up in the hospital. she’s really understanding about it and they’re friends now but it doesn’t make it feel any less horrible

- wolves who get asked every single fucking time they get nice dinner, “so do you want your steak cooked, or what?” by waiters who think they’re funny but really aren’t

- werewolves who walk on eggshells in public because they know if they make any minor mistake or show any aggression whatsoever the pundits on the news will talk about “a werewolf snarled at my kid today. i mean i try to be trusting but you never know with those people. they have those fangs for a reason is all i’m saying.”

- werewolves who are scared to shift in public for the same reason as above, because they know how they’ll be perceived if they show people they’re a wolf

- werewolves who can’t find wolf doctors in their area so they keep going back to human doctors who don’t know how the fuck to treat their unique health conditions and when they complain about this they get a flippant “have you tried a veterinarian?”

- werewolves in therapy because their last relationship was with a human who sucked and it was really bad and that trauma has manifested as resource guarding and reactivity issues and it’s causing problems at work

i love this stuff. i want more. i also cannot write conclusion paragraphs to save my life so this is the end now. thanks for reading all this if you’re reading this.

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Hiii this is my first time requesting on Tumblr sorry if its bad Idk if ur requests are open RN feel free to ignore if not up but could you do twisted wonderland Floyd Lilia and Leona with a so who is really insecure about there legs because they have alot of scars btw love ur writing hope ur having a good day :))

Hi!! And don't worry! You're fine and thank you so much! I hope you have a great day too!

Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of bullying

FLOYD LEECH

•Listen, Floyd doesn't care whether or not you have scars cause either way he thinks you're beautiful!

•Floyd will just smile at you and ask you what's the matter with that since he genuinely doesn't know what's wrong your scars, cause either way, you're still shrimpy! (Or a different nickname if you'd like)

•If someone ever made you feel insecure, you bet your ass that Floyd would not hesitate to get aggressive and get into a fight with the person who made you feel like that! (You're going to have to stop him if you don't want to cause a scene.)

•Seriously Floyd will not hesitate to throw hands if someone ever made you feel insecure!

•"Like why do they care? Can't they mind their own business? >:(" -Floyd

•Floyd's mood will dampen but if you tell him it's alright then he'll instantly smile and hug you tightly to the point you'll have to tap him so you wouldn't suffocate...

•Follows you wherever you go unless he has some duties to attend to by Azul just so he could throw hands and snarl at people who makes you feel insecure due to your scars!

•But besides that, Floyd really won't see you anything different just because you have a lot of scars on your legs. If anything, it would mean that you are really strong! (At least in Floyd's perspective)

•Floyd really wants to make you feel better about your scars!! So he'll do anything in his power to make you feel better about yourself!

•So overall, Floyd is just a cutie patootie that doesn't care if you have scars or not and just tries his best to make you feel safe!

LILIA VANROUGE

•This dude is a war veteran okay? So he is bound to have some scars as well!

•Lilia will try to make you feel more comfortable with yourself with your scars since he thinks it's beautiful either way and he doesn't judge since he does have some of his own as well.

•He tells you that there is nothing wrong with your scars and that you should feel more proud of them! Of course he'll still understand if you're still insecure about them.

•If someone ever mentions about your scars in a bad way, he'll creep up on them and scare the living shit out of them and watch them scurry away while having an innocent face and pretending he doesn't know what he did wrong. (He knows what he did and he has no remorse.)

•If you'd want, he can show you some of the scars he has and he'll have such a smug face when you look at them in awe.

•By the way, when you first showed Lilia your scars he felt very proud since you were very very insecure about them and you were worried he would judge you for them. But don't worry, he'll never judge you because of it!

•Btw Lilia would most likely make you try out his totally non-poisonous food to make you feel better whilst you just decline and laugh nervously... (The Diasomnia dorm will pray for you if you ever eat it.)

•But besides that, Lilia will support you through and through and will help you feel more comfortable!

•If he has to throw hands, he will throw hands and dust of his hands and walk away while the others are on the floor beaten down since they were asking for it! No one messes with you or else they'll have to go through him!

•But overall, he is very caring and will support you and make you feel better about your scars!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

•Leona already has a scar of his own okay? He doesn't care if you have scars or not since he has one of his own.

•If you're a women, he will respect you since women in his location are really well respected since they're the ones fighting most of the time!

•And even if you aren't a women he could care less about it.

•But Leona does know how it feels to be insecure of scars since he has one and it's pretty visible, he may not show it very good but he really does care for you a lot!

•He'll try to make you forget about your scars in someway or another since he doesn't like seeing you sad and really wants to make you feel better!

•If someone made you feel bad about your legs because of your scars; he will not hesitate to fight them, but if you don't want him to then he'll just drag you away to somewhere else and take a nap with you. (It's one of his solutions to make you feel better okay.)

•Leona may come of as someone who doesn't care but he really wants you to feel better about your scars and wants to make you feel proud of them! But he knows that it will take time, but he is willing to support you. (Even if it looks like he doesn't care and would grumble, he does care.)

•Whenever you feel insecure about your legs, he'll just drag you and make you tap a nap with him just so you could forget about it and just nap with him!

•You know, Leona still thinks you're beautiful even if you think otherwise just because of your scars. He really does! And he'll make sure no one messes with you as long as he's around.

•But overall, Leona will try to make you feel better by napping, and he really cares and he thinks you're more fierce with your scars!

Eyyy! I'm finally finished with this!!! And I'm sorry if I haven't been posting too often! I've been busy since school started and I'm tired, but I do hope you enjoyed this!

[eashn]

Hunger | Kuroo Tetsuro Chapter 2

Part 2 of The Train's Coming (masterlist)

Pairing: businessman!Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: you're colleagues and you're screwin'. Now, it's finally time for you and Kuroo to present your big business proposal to the board.

Ao3 Link | Word count: ~1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Smutty near the end, heated makeout, Kuroo's hard-on, FWB, Timeskip!Kuroo, sexual tension, humor, Ikkei and Keishin Ukai make an appearance, so does Bokuto

“Now that is gutsy, Miss L/N,” Director Nekomata said. You cringed slightly, not sure yet how to take that.  

“Gusty!” Washijo bellowed. “They’re trying to poach my job—”

“Tanji,” Director Ukai said, rubbing his wrinkled forehead. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t want to do it like this.” He sighed. “You’re fired.” 

You thought that after almost thirty years as the Head of Sports Promotion at one of the largest companies in the nation, Tanji Washijo would be a bit more well-versed in the art of diplomacy. “Excuse me?!” the man shrieked. You had been wrong. 

“This is outrageous!” he cried. “It’s—it’s egregious!” 

“Alright, old man, pack it up,” Ukai the younger snarled. Seated beside his uncle at the Board of Directors’ table, his only real job at these meetings was to take notes—but you always liked it when he spoke up. He was funny. “What, do you read a damn thesaurus every morning before walking in here?” 

You made the mistake of glancing over at Kuroo. The eye contact almost sent you both cracking up, but you averted your gaze frantically, reigning it in. He clasped a hand tightly over his mouth, furrowing his brows like he was observing the situation in front of him with dire concern. 

“Decades!” Washijo hollered. “Three decades I’ve been a diligent employee at this company, and now this—” he pointed accusingly at Ukai Junior “—delinquent! Thinks he can talk back to me?!”  

“What did you call me?” Keishin leapt to his feet, banging a fist on the table.

“Oh, for God’s sake—security!” Ukai Senior roared. He grabbed his nephew by the collar, yanking him down to his seat. Two burly-looking security guards walked in, and Ikkei turned tiredly to them. “Please. Help Tanji back to his desk,” he said. “And get him, I dunno, a box or something for his belongings.” 

“A box or something—!” 

“Right away, sir,” interjected one of the guards, a broad man with spiky gray-and-black hair. The dude glanced at Kuroo for a second, and suddenly you remembered: that was Kotarou Bokuto, Kuroo’s friend from high school. 

“Preposterous!” Washijo cried. “I thought we were friends, Ikkei! This—this is asinine!”

“Jesus,” Keishin muttered. 

“I won’t forget this! After years of service for this company—!”

“Alright, big guy,” Kotarou said, placing a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. He and the other guard began walking him to the door. Right before he left, he turned furtively to Kuroo, and you caught him whisper, “Good luck with all this, man.”

“Thanks, Ko,” Kuroo mumbled, utterly in shock. 

And so, security marched Tanji Washijo, the former Head of Promotion—kicking and screaming—out the conference room door. For a few moments, the rest of the Board looked on with unease. Someone fiddled with his collar, another tapped his pen nervously against the table. Then, they turned their attention onto you two. The presumptive new Heads of Promotion. They appraised you carefully, sizing you up in that condescending, corporate way. Only Nekomata smiled at you. 

“Excellent work on your proposal, once again!” he said serenely. 

You smiled nervously at the tranquil old man. “Thank you, sir.” 

“Thank you,” Kuroo echoed, and when you glanced over you saw his matching smile—that blinding, charismatic smile. In classic fashion, he’d shaken off his stupor in record speed. Kuroo always lands on his feet, you thought, grinning a little wider as you snuck another look at him. Dear God, he looked good in that jacket. 

“Agreed,” Ukai Senior said. “Mr. Kuroo, Miss L/N, you’ve both shown promising work in all your time here. I’m truly pleased.” Your heart warmed at that—it meant so much coming from him. Ukai was undoubtedly tougher than Nekomata, ten times harder to impress. You thought of all the sleepless nights you and Kuroo had put into this project, and you simmered with pride. It finally felt like it’d all been worth it. 

“We need young blood like you leading this company,” he continued.

Your breath caught. You felt Kuroo’s eyes shift to yours for a second, but you didn’t dare return the look. Not now. 

“I’m completely in favor of instating you both as the next co-Heads of Promotion,” Ukai said. You thought you might die right there on the conference room floor. 

“I’ll second that!” Nekomata announced. 

“I’ll third it,” Ukai Junior agreed. He winked good-naturedly at the two of you. 

“Shut up, Keishin,” said Ikkei. 

“Oh, fuck you, old man.” 

And before you even knew what was happening, the meeting was over. The Board members were all on their feet and milling about the room, buzzing with arbitrary conversation—none of which really registered in your mind. A few people came over to shake your hand or to clap Kuroo on the shoulder, and you let it all happen by default. Your brain was as good as boiled cabbage right now. You were the Head of Promotion. You felt like throwing up. In a good way, though. Definitely in a good way. 

You didn’t know how you wound up back at your old shared cubicle with Kuroo. Nekomata was having you both gather your things to shift them into a shiny new office, so, in a daze, you collected your belongings, unstuck your dozens of post-it notes from around your desk, and were just about to leave the cramped old place behind. Kuroo, however, hesitated by the window. A ghost of a smile flickered on his face as he gazed out that shitty, tiny window, out toward the skyline beyond. The day was almost over, and the city lights were beginning to come alive.  

“I know it’s cliché,” he said, “but I’m really gonna miss this view.” 

“Yeah? Wait till you see the view from our new office.”

“Sure, but…just c’mere for a sec.” Some unidentifiable emotion rippled across his face as he beckoned you over. You complied, puzzled. “Look,” he said, pointing down onto the street. “Over on that side. That’s—”

“Miya’s Noodle Shop!” you realized, laughing. “I never knew you could see it from here. Do you remember—”

“The first time we went to lunch together?” Kuroo said. “‘Course I do.” You looked up at him, catching the way he gazed down at the shop fondly. “Those first few months, I thought I’d never make a friend in this city. Then you came along.”

Oh, man. After everything that’d already happened today, Kuroo had to go ahead and do this—make you all sappy and emotional in a way that was definitely unbecoming of a brand-new manager. You gazed at his peaceful expression, noticing the glazed look behind his eyes: his only indication that he was reeling, too. He, too, was in utter disbelief that you’d finally, finally made it here. And then he went ahead and got all mushy on you, somehow echoing the exact sentiment you’d thought this morning on the train. Life was so lonely before you. 

“You haven’t stopped taking the train since.” You smirked at him, letting an edge of teasing into your voice. “Am I your only friend, Kuroo?” 

He whirled. Jaw tense, brows drawn tight, he leveled you with a piercing stare. His face was dead serious when he replied, “You’re the only one that counts.” 

About two years ago, you threw caution to the wind and accepted a job offer in a new city. Thus began almost two years of a breakneck routine: waking up at ungodly hours, primping yourself up for the day, and dragging yourself to the station, only to wait in silence by the tracks as the train took its sweet time to arrive. Like everything else about your life, the mornings had become all about hustle. You were running to catch the train, running to finish all your assignments, running on precious little to keep yourself awake and alive. It was the nature of the job, unfortunately. You got used to it. 

But after all this time, you had finally realized an integral thing: the work could only satisfy you so much. This promotion was everything you had wanted—you were nothing short of thrilled. Yet you knew that, like any drug, success has a shelf-life. Your body metabolizes that thrill, over and over and over again, until it doesn’t quite hit you the same way anymore. In other words, you had long since realized that there needed to be more to your life than the job. You had to find other ways to make yourself happy, or else risk the danger of burning out once and for all. 

Kuroo made you happy. Really happy. 

He stood there, neat and polished, in his ironed tie and white button-up. His hair was fighting the product he’d put in it this morning, trying to stick out in that characteristic, bedhead way. It was a gorgeously endearing sight. And the way he was looking at you now, earnest and vulnerable, made you want to abandon all common sense. Screw “unbecoming.” You wanted to jump right into his arms.

“That…means a lot,” you finally said. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know. For everything. For being here, and being…you.” You swallowed hard, finding it increasingly difficult to keep the emotion out of your voice. “My turn to be cliché. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Kuroo’s eyes crinkled in a grin—and then, he scanned up and down the hallway. Abruptly, he backed you against the wall, barricading your line of sight with his broad shoulders, and before you could even protest, he cradled your jaw in one palm. 

“Me neither,” he whispered. And Kuroo kissed you. 

It was voltaic. 

Charged with hours worth of pent-up longing, it was slow and deep and devastatingly warm. Heat rushed like liquid lightning through your veins as he worked his lips against you, his other hand coming up to pull your waist into his. You gasped into his mouth, and felt him smile against your own. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, parting from him. He giggled like you’d said something funny. “We shouldn’t do this here,” you said. 

“Says who? We’re their bosses now.” 

“That doesn’t mean—” Kuroo didn’t let you finish; he slammed his lips back against yours, and immediately this kiss felt different. Messily, desperately, Kuroo slid his tongue into your mouth, gliding it against yours. One of his hands was fisting in your hair, tugging you ever closer. The other was gripping your hip, and you could feel the throbbing heat of him pulsing to life against your thigh. Images from your exchange this morning bubbled back into mind, and you remembered the night you’d promised him—the culmination to all the teasing you’d put him through. 

Not that he was teasing you any less. He began kissing slowly down the side of your neck, and you couldn’t hold back the embarrassing sound that tumbled out of you. Again, Kuroo huffed a laugh into your skin, like all of this was hilarious to him. “Shut up,” you whispered, weaving your fingers into his hair. He didn’t even say anything in response. But he pulled away from you—you fought down the disappointed whine that almost left you at the loss of contact—and his eyes met yours. They smoldered with want. With longing. 

With that all-too-familiar hunger. 

You breathed heavily. “Wanna get out of here?” you murmured. 

And the rest was history.

Part 3 (which will be plotless smut lmao) is coming soon!

Thanks so much for reading! Requests are open, and follow @eashn for more!

[shrimshrim4fun]

Could you maybe make a Oneshot headcanon of how (insert Sinner here) would react to you getting bullied? Or how they would intervene if they could out?

And can it please be Eirene for the first scenario?

It's okay if it takes a long while—it's kind of a big ask. But take all the time you need to cook(or to rest if you need to).

Note: I’ll try my best because I don’t know Eirene that well/seen her in game. I hope this isn’t too OOC. I don’t know if you want it to be right now but im gonna make it collage AU so I hope you don’t mind that. I think I wrote too much for a oneshot🧍‍♀️ This shit took me forever to get out, I’m so sorry 😭

Warning: Harassment and mostly angst. And death. Also one mention of maggots but only for comparing something. Im horrible at writing angst so I hope I somewhat cooked 👍 Not grammar proof I’m sorry I didn’t really read through it

Pairing: Student Eirene X Student F/Reader

-She was quite positive, no 100% positive that she would make sure you would be safe from any danger on campus.

-When she first noticed you start to wear long sleeves she didn’t say much but just commented on your change of clothing all of a sudden. Though she did send off someone to look over you if anything was gonna happen again.

-Though was a little annoyed that you didn’t come to her for help. She thought you would trust her enough to let her help you with these pesky things.

You trudge home, every step feels heavy as you’re afraid that the dudes that had pulled you into the alleyway last time would try to do it again. You hadn’t dared to tell Eirene, even though you’ve known each other for so long she still seemed so reserved. Sometimes your heart ached by the thought of her finding you annoying or how she thought of you. Those thoughts crawled at the back of your head like maggots. Clinging on and starting to eat away at you. As you continue to walk down the street from school you feel a pair of hands grip at you as it tugged you into the alleyway. You felt your back get slammed into the wall but you were thankful that your backpack provided some protection from the brick wall. Two guys towered over you as they looked down at you. “So have you thought about it? We won’t treat you bad if you come with us. We will take good care of you, you know.” They leaned down as they stared into you, waiting for the moment you said no. “P-please I’m nothing special, just let me go…please,” you begged helplessly. A cruel sneer came at their faces as they grabbed your hair. You flinch as you throw you against the ground. “You know when girls misbehave they get punishments.” They snarl out as they looked down at you. You scramble back as you tried to curl into a ball. Hoping that they won’t hurt you too bad. You heard loud screams, the types from horror movies. Filled with pain and misery but you dare not look up. As the sound of beating finally stop you could feel a pair of hands wrap around you. “You’re alright now.” It was Eirene’s voice. You slowly peek up to see her hugging you, her arms cold but so comforting. You couldn’t muffle a word as you start to cry and threw yourself into her arms. Her eyes widen in surprise as she almost tumbles over onto the ground but catching herself in time. Your head was buried into her chest as your tears flowed freely. “I’m here now, everything will be alright.” Her words were soft not like her usual strict tone, it felt so nice as if you were cocooned in a warm blanket. “Let’s bring you back home alright?” You could barely nod as she carried you in her arms, with surprising strength. You cling onto her as your head is still down, not wanting to look at the bullies.

As you two got to your house she settled you onto your bed before sitting next to you. Your tears already dried off as she had used her sleeve to help you wipe them off, with great reluctance. There was silence in the air before you decided to break it. “How did you know I was there?” Your question hung in the air before she answered, “I had some guards follow you secretly when I saw you starting to wear different shirts than usual.” She finally admitted. “You noticed that I wore different clothes?” She sighed before asking, “Is that what you’re really worried about right now? Yes I do notice every time you change your outfit, your perfume, your mak-.” She halted as she noticed she had said too much. A smile formed on your face. “So deep down you really care about me?” “Is that not obvious?” You shake your head before admitting, “Sometimes I feel like I’m dragging you down, a burden. And that you don’t want to talk to me.” “You really….think that way?” She suddenly pulls you tightly into a hug which was surprising, she never initiated any type of physical contact. “I sometimes do really wonder how you made it to college.” She mutters as you cling onto her. “You are mine, you can trust me completely because I trust you completely. I hope next time if anything happens you come find me don’t hide it. If you don’t come find me I’ll make you…play chess with me.”

“Don’t betray me…alright?”

“I promise, Miss president”

[weministertomonsters]

🌶️ The Hazards Of Camping

➤ Wordcount - 3.1k ➤ Content - slight dubcon, extensive mentions of periods and blood, bloody oral sex

"Babe? Babe, wake up."

Your squint open and you groggily lift your head from the car window, wincing at the throb in your neck.

"I told you not to fall asleep," your boyfriend admonishes.

You roll your eyes and he tuts, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Attitude."

"Stop being mean to me," you yawn. "Or else I'll break up with you."

"Yeah, yeah. We both know you won't." He drags you over and gives you a brusque kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry."

Your heart softens a little. "Me too. I'm always an asshole when I wake up."

He smiles. "Well, we're here. We've only got like a few hours of sunlight left, so let's get moving."

"And whose fault is that, Mr. GPS Expert?" You tease.

He playfully lunges at you and you squeal and scramble out of the car. Your feet hit the crunchy gravel of the parking lot and the sun beams down on your bare shoulders. You're wearing a pink spaghetti-strap top and shorts because for once in your life, you're feeling good about your body. The large log cabin in front of you is the last chance to get supplies before heading down the hill into the pure wilderness of Motherbear Forest.

The sign on the window says "Motherbear Happy Camping Store!" in a vintage font that makes it look like it's been here forever. Looking at the state of the building, you wouldn't be surprised if it has.

"We're the only ones parked here," you note. "Think there's anyone here?"

"Let's find out," your boyfriend says, marching up the steps and onto the porch.

It looks like it used to be a house. A bell tinkles above your head as you enter. You look up and see an intricate wood carving of a snarling wolf's head above the door. The bell is made to look like it's pierced through the wolf's curled tongue. You take your phone out to snap a picture to post on Instagram later.

"Huh, creative," your boyfriend says. "Anyone here?"

When he gets no answer, he starts to wander through the shelves. "We need matches," he says to you over his shoulder as he heads to the far end of the store.

"I'll check if they've got any interesting snacks," you reply, taking another aisle.

"I thought you said you were going on a diet," he retorts.

"Fuck off," you reply cheerfully.

You did say that, but this is camping and you're here to have a good time. You'll think about stupid things like losing weight so your boyfriend doesn't start cheating some other time. For a moment your jaw tightens as you remember your mother saying those words to you on the phone. You hate that you can't disagree. Your boyfriend loves to joke around and say wild shit. It used to hurt your feelings until you learned to give as good as you got.

You do indeed find the snack aisle, and your eyes light up when you see they've got your favorite type of chocolate. You're going to grab a couple of bars when a cramp hits you so hard you have to grab the shelf for support, wincing as the pain lances through you like a lightning bolt.

"Are you alright?"

You jump at the sound of a voice right at your shoulder and turn.

It's a man dressed like he's going home after a long day in the corporate world, in a crisp white button-down shirt and pressed pants. His sleeves are rolled to expose his forearms and a silvery watch sparkles on his dark cocoa-colored wrist. His black hair is shorn close to the scalp, bringing the eye to other details like his warm brown eyes, furrowed brows, and full lips.

Wow, you think.

"Um!" Your voice comes a little too loud when you realize you've been staring. "It's nothing. Just the red nightmare."

His eyebrows raise slightly.

"I've started my-"

"Who's this?" Your boyfriend materializes beside you.

You sag a little in relief. Never have you been more grateful for his habit of butting in, because it has just stopped you from giving TMI to a poor random dude. You turn to grab your chocolate. Your period is so irregular that you often forget to take the essentials when you travel or go out. This is the first time you're going to be going days without the ability to make a quick dash to the store, though. You're silently praying they've also got some pads and tampons here somewhere when your boyfriend says,

"Move along, buddy. She's taken."

You almost choke on thin air and turn to him.

"He wasn't doing anything," you say. "He just asked if I was alright."

"It's none of his business," your boyfriend folds his arms like he's trying to be tough and you shrivel up on the inside.

Stop it, you're making yourself look stupid, you want to snap, but your insides begin to feel funny. You give the stranger an apologetic look and hurry off to find what you need. Thankfully there are pads and tampons, so you grab an armful of boxes and head over to the cashier, who has miraculously materialized. He doesn't look much like staff. Just a big, broad-shouldered man in a hoodie slouched in the chair behind the counter. He's huge. If he's that tall sitting down, you can only imagine his height standing up. The hoodie is pulled over his face.

"I want to buy these." You put the stuff down on the counter.

He lifts his head and observes you. His eyes have a strange sparkle to them that makes you think of the glow of animal eyes in the dark.

"You going to start a business selling these?" He asks.

With the cramps kicking in and the urgent need to plug up what's quickly going to turn into a bloodbath, you're not feeling very nice.

"How about you mind your own business?" You shoot back.

He smiles at you with stupid dimples in his scruffy cheeks and you suppress a huff.

"Bathroom is that door on the left. Lock's a little fucked, so make sure it clicks." He says.

"Thanks," you murmur.

By the time you're out of the bathroom, the stranger is gone and your boyfriend is waiting for you on the porch. You're heading past the cashier when he leans a beefy arm over the counter, a paper pinched in his fingers.

"A map," he says. "In case you get lost."

"Uh, thanks." You grab it and step outside into the warmth of the late afternoon sun.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow. "You've got to carry your stuff," he says. "I'll take the tent."

You grab your pack and heave it over your shoulders. "How far are we going?" You ask.

Your boyfriend looks excited. "Far enough to feel it," he says.

"So are we going to talk about that hissy fit you threw in there?" You ask. "Were you jealous because he's got a better car than you?"

Your boyfriend sniffs and remains silent, so you drop it.

Within just a few minutes you've been enveloped by the thick forest. There are a few hiking trails but of course, your boyfriend wants to strike out into the lesser known spots.

"That's risky, you know," you tell him, your face dripping with sweat.

"It's fine," he laughs. "We're not going very far."

After a few more minutes, you call for a break and take a painkiller, then apply some more cream to your thighs to ease the chafing. You really didn't think the shorts through.

"You've got your period?" He suddenly asks like he's only now getting it.

When you nod, his face falls. He looks so devastated you'd think he was the one having it.

You begin to laugh. "The world isn't ending, babe. I'll give you a handjob tonight if you want."

He blushes a little. "That's not why-"

"Right, like I'll believe you."

You walk for a few more minutes and take a couple of pictures before you turn your phone off to save the battery. You brought a fully-charged power bank just in case, but you're feeling pretty confident with that map you got. The campsite is full of posts with numbers on them, which act as a key for the map. You can see you've doubled back a little, but you're not going to tell your boyfriend that.

You set the tent up in a small clearing and your boyfriend goes off to get some wood, insisting he wants a fire for roasting marshmallows. In some ways, he's still very much a kid at heart. There's a small stream nearby, so you cool off in there before pulling on some fresh clothes. Smiling, you duck into the tent and get the sleeping bag out. It's big enough for the two of you to share. You lay down on it, only intending to rest for a bit. You end up dozing off, waking up briefly when your boyfriend settles down beside you, his hand squeezing the generous flesh of your hip as he presses a cold, wet kiss to your shoulder.

"Were you in the stream?" You mumble, eyes still closed.

When he doesn't respond, you fall asleep again. You're rudely woken up a while later by your boyfriend yelling for you to come and try a marshmallow. You poke your head out of the tent.

"I thought you were going to take a nap with me?" You frown. "Why else did you lie down?"

"Huh? What do you mean? I just got back." He pops a charred marshmallow into his mouth and makes a face. "Burnt it again. You were probably dreaming. You know you talk in your sleep sometimes?"

"Yeah, I guess..." You take a marshmallow and hold it over the fire, staring at the dancing flames as the sun sinks and slowly plunges the forest into the dark.

That touch was almost too vivid to be a dream, you think. But what are you going to do, cry wolf?

You give your boyfriend the handjob you promised him, and he falls asleep immediately afterward. Oh well. The cramping in your abdomen convinces you that you should probably just sleep it off. Still, it takes a long time of staring angrily at the wall of the tent before you fall asleep. You eventually fall asleep and have a bunch of weird nonsensical dreams. It gets hot so you lie on top of the sleeping bag instead. It's got to be the ground, you think vaguely. You're used to sleeping on a mattress.

Why did you agree to go camping again?

Cold. Your eyelids flutter as you're dragged back to awareness. You're cold. Your brain powers on, and you belatedly realize your boyfriend is playing with your tits. With cold hands. Aggravated you try pushing him away.

"Were you at the stream again?" You demand.

Wait a minute. Slowly, your head turns. Your boyfriend is fast asleep right next to you. Your gaze flicks upward and even though it's dark, you can make out the close-cut hair. You can smell the faint traces of his faded cologne. He's still wearing the button-down, though it's now wrinkled.

"You..." For some reason, your voice comes out hushed.

His fingers pinch your nipple through your oversized shirt. You grab his hand and squeeze it hard.

"What are you doing?" You hiss.

In one smooth motion, he straddles your hips. Vague pain shoots through your swollen and sensitive belly. Maybe you're dreaming again because none of it feels real. Where did the crickets go? It's so quiet you can hear your raspy breathing.

"Your boyfriend is an idiot," the man says.

"Am I dreaming?" You whisper to him.

"Only if you want to be," he replies.

"You don't look like the serial killer type," you murmur, staring dumbly at him.

"I'm not going to kill you," he says, he squeezes your tit again.

Your breath hitches. "It was you earlier, wasn't it? Why are your hands so cold?"

"They're not. You're just very warm," he says. "Perfect."

You reach over to shake your boyfriend awake, but the man catches your arm.

"Don't," he says, his long fingers trapping your wrist and bringing it up to his mouth.

His tongue flicks against your pulse. "What are you doing?" You breathe, half-afraid of what his response will be.

He answers with a question. "How did you find this place?"

"My boyfriend."

"He's an idiot. No one has come here in a long time." He leans down, and sort of presses his smooth-shaven cheek against yours.

His breaths are thin and soft in your ear. Slowly your hands come up to his chest. You mean to push him away but you hesitate, and your hands just end up hovering there. He takes both your hands and presses them against his chest, smoothing your fingers out so your palms are flat against his shirt, which is a little wet and sticky in places.

"What's on your shirt?" You ask.

He kisses you, his lips locking against yours. Whatever sense of reality you had flies right out the window. It's a war of yes or no and neither side is winning. Your fingers curl and scratch over his chest like you're trying to punish him, and he groans against your mouth, releasing your wrists to start pawing at your breasts again.

You like the way he touches you, you realize. Like he isn't just okay with all your extra bits. It's like he goes crazy for it, squeezing any part of you he can reach. Your boyfriend would never.

"Why me?" You whisper urgently.

"You're bleeding, aren't you?" He responds. "I couldn't keep away if I tried."

"You've got a blood kink?" You frown in the dark. "So you decided to creep in here and assault a sleeping person."

He leans away to look at you. At some point, he straightened himself so he's lying on top of you and you're face to face. You can barely make out his features. He considers what you've said and then nods.

"Yeah."

"What!" Your voice cuts through the night.

Your boyfriend might as well have noise-canceling headphones on, that's how deep he sleeps.

"Okay." The man shifts over you, supporting his weight on his hands. "Tell me to leave. I'll have no choice but to go."

The words stick in your throat. "I must be dreaming," you mutter.

"Suit yourself," he says.

"I don't even know your name. At least give me a name," you say.

"Hezekiah."

"Is that your real name?"

"You asked for a name and I gave you one." The sudden weight of his hand pressing on your lower abdomen wakes you up a little.

"Stop that!" You grab his hand to wrench it away, but he's abnormally strong and doesn't budge an inch.

"Does it hurt?"

Tears spark in your eyes. "Yes! I'm sensitive."

His cold hands creep up your thigh, when he squeezes the thickest part of it he sucks in a little breath.

"Wait," you squirm as his hand travels up higher.

"I'm not afraid of a little blood," he says, his hands looping through the waistband of your panties and shorts.

You must be crazy (or dreaming) because you lie there. You're wearing a pad instead of a tampon for the long night and let him swoop everything off. It must be close to dawn because it's gotten light enough for you to see him smiling a little too wide.

"Um-"

"Shhh."

Your eyes widen as you feel his finger slick through your bloody folds. His touch disappears.

"Did you just?"

"You taste..." He sighs. "Wonderful."

You're kind of icked out and yet you kind of want more. He doesn't make you wait. He scoots down and crouches between your legs. His smile is eerie like your blood is going straight to his brain. Before you can think too much about it you feel his tongue swipe over your folds.

"Oh..." You sink back against the sleeping bag.

His hands spread your thighs, kneading your soft skin. His full lips close around your clit and he sucks on it while a finger presses inside. The coolness is soothing. Your hands creep up and cup your breasts as your breathing hitches as you struggle not to moan. Another finger joins the first, stretching you open. You feel your body relaxing to his touch.

"Look at you going all soft for me," he says, pressing a kiss to your sensitive skin.

Your hand shoots down, curving around his head and pulling him closer.

"Please?" You murmur.

He smiles. Puts his tongue and fingers to use. Growls approvingly when you can't hold back your moans as he laps up the blood and the taste of you. You can hear how wet you are as his fingers slick through your pussy. Feverishly you wonder how much this is turning him on. Is he hard? Is he wishing he could be inside you? You'd agree to anything right now. Before you can voice these thoughts out he curls his fingers inside and finds that sweet spot that makes your scalp tingle.

"I'm... I'm-" You pant, shuddering as fireworks begin to go off inside you.

Your thighs clamp around his head and smother him. The entire time he doesn't budge, sucking greedily. The sounds he's making aren't normal, but you're ready to write all of this off as the strangest, hottest dream you've ever had. Your limbs finally slacken and he rears up looking like he faceplanted in a cherry pie. He swipes the back of his hand over his mouth and leans over you.

"That was weird but good." You say, and you feel like you're floating.

The last thing you see is his warm brown eyes crinkling a little at the corners when he smiles.

"What the fuck?" Your boyfriend's voice wakes you up and you groan. "The fuck happened to you?" He says.

He's pale in the face, staring down at your legs. There's dried blood on them, on the sleeping bag, and even a bit on your shirt.

"Wow." You say slowly.

"That's it? That's all you're going to say?" Your boyfriend's voice goes shrill. "It looks like someone got murdered in here!"

"It can and will get worse if I stand up without a tampon," you sigh. "Sorry. I'll wash everything."

Your boyfriend wrinkles his nose. "Gross," he says and marches out. "Go take a bath by the stream."

You giggle to yourself. Your boyfriend is an idiot.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 9

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

(Yes I'm procrastinating rn)

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

You sit behind the glass and yawn in the deathly din of the transit office. You lazily scroll a finger over your phone. The brief rush has dissipated so now you're free to read old forums about the cult classic show you've been bingeing.

Despite your hours being cut, every shift feels too long. The time is dull as most people buy their passes online or get tickets at a kiosk in the mall. So you work is minimal and the pay even less. Not to mention, your patience.

You lean your chin in your hand and press your finger to your lashes, trying to keep the old mascara from stinging your eyes. The chirp of the sensor has you sitting up and you nearly bite your tongue as you try to greet the customer. Not him!

“Closed,” you lie and reach for the metal gate above, struggling to clasp onto the handle.

“Hours say–”

“Get the fuck out, dude,” you snarl and hop, rolling down the grate and slamming it into place.

You swear as it hits your phone, knocking it through the small slot under the glass partition, locking it out and you in. You lock the bottom, not caring about the burner. Fuck it, you only ever text Snicky.

“Come on, doll,” Bucky stops by your phone, bending to pick it up, “how many of these you lost so far?”

He wiggles the phone at you, am eighty dollar Polaroid piece of shit.

“Leave me alone.”

“Ah, what's happened to customer service these days?” He tuts and comes closer, shoulder broad and rolling. “Look, I'm not here for me, right?” He tucks your phone in his jacket pocket, “my friend, Steve, the string bean, he likes you.”

“I don't fucking know you. Or him. And I don't wanna know you–”

“You don't? Cause I think I got to know you pretty well–”

“Fucking ass–”

“Let's not keep going through this, alright? Now, I've been pretty damn nice. Do you know how much you can learn from a phone? I know you're about thirty-seven dollars in overdraft and your Instagram keeps popping up with pictures of that dumb girl that hangs off you.”

“How, I–”

“Locked me out? You think,” he taps on the glass on the other side of the gate, “what if I made you a deal?”

“I'm not into the hard stuff,” you scoff.

“Didn't seem to mind it,” he winks, “maybe coulda gone for something lighter…”

“What do you want?” You bark.

“Alright, alright, like I said, it's not me,” he smirks, his gaze creeping up and down your figure. “My friend, he's got no luck with the girls. Told me you stood up for him. That's sweet despite… being you.”

“So you wanna be my pimp? Oh, fuck off–”

“A date. That's it.” His hand tightens in his pocket, gripping your phone. “Humour him. He's been moping about you all week.”

“Yeah right, I'm not stupid–”

“You won't see me. Really, I got plans. Saturday's are good for business, not worth the cut.”

Your nostrils flare. You want to be done with it, him, that club, and all the losers who hang out there. You bite down and cross your arms, glaring at him.

“How about… three hundred?” He offers. “Up front.”

He shifts and pulls the phone out of his pocket. He sets it before the slot in the window then reaches into his back pocket. He takes out his wallet and counts several bills.

“He'll pay for dinner. He's the old fashioned type, you know? Just wear something sexy.”

You scowl, furrowing your nose as your mouth dries. You can't believe you're even considering this. Are you that low?

Well, hes offering as much as you get in a week and the last chunk of your rent. So yes, you are.

“Saturday?” You ask crisply.

“Seven,” he slides the money and phone against the bottom of the gate, “I'll send you the time and place.”

“If I even hear your name–”

“Relax,” he backs up, “I got mine. Just take it easy on my pal.” He smirks and uns his thumb along his bottom lip, “he's a virgin.”

“You're nasty.”

“Oh I know I'm just your type but he's better for you,” he chuckles and turns, stalking to the door, “and if you don't show, I'll be back to collect and trust,” he pauses, “I always get what I'm owed.”

The door swings shut and you stare after him. Slowly you look down and unlock the gate. You push it up and reach for the phone and the bills. The skinny one can’t cause you that much trouble, can he?

[coffeeandbatboys]

Omg ok Uptown Girl with Jesse for the celebration! Congratulations my friend!

Seeeeeeesssss 🐍

Damn it you gave me a good one and I've been in Jesse feels lately so thank you!!!

warnings: reader is Padmé's senatorial aid, there's a creepy senator dude, Jesse to the rescue, Jesse sass.

Uptown Girl (Jesse x Fem!Reader)

You peek around you, eyes scanning the swarm of heads. No Republic cog. You frown.

Someone approaches and you nearly regurgitate your drink when you recognize the sharp features. Its the shady senator that you and Padmé often gossip about, and not in a good way.

"Evening, senator." You mutter, not bothering to use his name; especially since you don't even remember it.

He smiles, a sickly thing. "Evening Miss. Aren't you a fine vision."

You grimace at the comment.

"Thanks." You quip ingenuinely, hoping that he'll go away.

He doesn't. Instead, he keeps making comments that are getting you pretty uncomfortable.

You stiffen when he asks you to dance. You politely decline, but he is insistent.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Just one dance."

You physically recoil at the name, as if it's dripping with poison.

Before you can say anything, another voice cuts in.

"She said she doesn't want to dance with you."

You relax as familiar hands settle on your waist. Jesse is behind you, glaring at the offending senator who scoffs. He mutters something along the lines of 'kriffing meat droids', which makes your blood boil.

"She's no concern of yours, buckethead." The jeering voice calls. You match your lover's glare.

"And yet she's your concern? I don't think so buddy."

The senator's lips twitch into a snarl, but he shakes his head and stalks away.

Jesse is too busy asking if you're alright. You nod into his hand, which is cupping your cheek with such tenderness; One that's quite rare for an ARC trooper.

"My hero." You whisper, looking up into his eyes. They're soft and calm and filled with adoration.

You offer a soft smile and he does the same, taking your hand.

"Can I have this dance?"

You laugh a little. "Were gonna get caught if we do that, Jess."

He proceeds to look over your shoulder and have a silent conversation with your employer, comprised of a series of head tilts and nods. Padmé must give him permission, because he tugs your waist towards the exit.

"I swear, Jess. I'm jealous of your ability to communicate with her without saying a single kriffing word."

He rests his forehead against yours. "But I've only got eyes for you, Mesh'la."

You smirk. "Does that mean I'm yours?"

He hums a confirmation, lips tilting towards your own.

You close the gap between your mouths and savor the feeling of the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, moving perfectly with yours.

Your foreheads rest against each other again when you pull away, gently swaying to the rhythm of the music flowing outside. You notice that he's wearing dress grays, the fabric starched and hugging his body perfectly. Its criminal how this man can look good in anything.

"Do you want to go home or stay for a while?" He asks, hands resting on your waist.

You lean your head against his chest. "Home." You mumble.

He chuckles and pulls you into his side. "Then let's get going, Mesh'la."

[sillygoobermanlol]

MIGUEL O'HARA X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER

Miguel O’hara X GN spider reader

DISCRIPTION: You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him. That is until he died, you didn’t know how to deal with his death and started working for some bad people using your spider abilities for bad bad things, until a strange portal opens up in your world.

This is legit my first time ever publishing some of my writing and it just so happens to be a Miguel fanfiction because hes been my hyperfixation for a few months now lol, I want feedback because I might not keep updating, if i do its gonna go on AO3 when I get my account. I have some good stuff planned I just wanna know if people like it so far. ^_^

Reader is GN but specifically transmasc so there MIGHT be some references to that throughout the story so idkidkidkdikddahhagagahvsgsh

Earth 1317

You were best friends with Miguel O’hara ever since highschool. he was always a dork but he was there for you, he stood up for you, and you admired every bit of him.

You have been living together for two months now, both of you had graduated and now Miguel was in college studying whatever nerds study. You weren’t to interested in Miguel’s work it always bored you in everyway but you still pretended to be interested when he ranted about it.

Miguel made his way down the hallway of your shared small apartment, he opened the door to your messy room flipping on the switch causing you to squint your eyes due to the harsh sudden light, “Dude!” you say covering your eyes. You had been searching for a job for the past few weeks in order to help Miguel with the bills but due to your piercings and careless attitude you were getting nowhere, he had offered to help you look.

“I’ve got good news do you wanna hear it or not?” he said leaning on the door frame, you snarled, you hated when he dangled information over your head. “sure whatever.” you huffed, fidgeting with your hands, “good. because Alchemax desperately needs a janitor, they will pretty much take anyone at this rate.” he said with a tone that almost made you laugh. You weren’t too crazy about the idea of being a JANITOR the idea made your head hurt, don’t the nerds at Alchemax keep the place clean enough? you thought. “A janitor??” you groaned,

Miguel furrowed his eyebrows, “You don’t have many options, plus I think this could be a good learning experience for you” he said gesturing to your room, you threw a pillow at him. “you’re such an ass,” you said holding back a smile, “But seriously, this is the ONLY thing you could find?” you pouted, he said your name sternly “You need this. plus I get to see you at work,” his expression softened to something more empathetic.

You sighed finding his expression convincing, “yeah okay.” you mumbled, “Look I know this isn’t the most exciting job, but you’re gonna be fine,” he sat on your bed causing the mattress to sink with him, “I know.” you looked up at him, dark circles under his eyes from countless nights of intense researching, he wore square black glasses and his eyes were a deep brown. you slumped on your bed looking up at the ceiling, “I just wish it were better you know?”

“It will, I swear we just have to give it time.” he said softly, you smiled at him. “Yeah alright O’hara I just better not be cleaning up any shit.”

The next day Miguel woke you up, he wakes up earlier then you for work and you hated this. He watched you with a cup of coffee in his hand as you struggled groggily through your morning, you brushed your teeth and angrily at your cereal. when It was finally time to leave you both walked to the bus stop because neither of you had a car. Miguel thought this was a good opportunity for exercise, and of course you hated this. he was always a pretty muscular guy considering the fact that he was always hidden away in his lab, he was also tall and caught the attention of a lot of people but never seemed to return it.

You arrived at Alchemax, the place was fucking massive. people in lab coats swarming the place, you thought about running as fast as you could out of there but remembered your conversation with Miguel. He also wore a lab coat that went down to the back of his knees, Miguel greeted more of his nerdy work buddies as the both of you made your way inside the building. In the hallways you could see inside the labs, every room made for something different. Miguel had to pull you away from some of them urging you to continue the tour he was giving you.

As you walked down the hallway there were tables holding more sciencey stuff, you reached out to touch but Miguel grabbed your hand. “Okay, ground rules. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING or even THINK about it either, got it?” he said sternly, “ohhkayyyyy.” you mocked him, “I’m serious, this place isn’t a joke.” he said continuing to walk, you caught up with him, “Well im gunna need to touch things if I’m gonna work here,” you smiled. “Don’t be a smartass,” he said pointing a finger at you.

You stopped at a door where Miguel took out some keys, it must’ve been his lab. He flipped on the lights and it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the others were,  “Alright, stay here I'll bring in my boss so he can meet you, then you can start cleaning up the shit or whatever,” he explained. You huffed at that last line, “yup.” you said holding up a thumb slumping in one of his rolley chairs. He made his way to the door you both entered in and turned to face you again “Don’t fuck this up,” he said pointing at you.

When he left the room was quiet, tooooo quiet. You spun around in the chair Miguel’s words ringing in your ears “Dont fuck this up.” I wouldn’t fuck this up you thought, but your boredom was starting to get the best of you. You got up from the chair roaming around Miguel’s lab, lots of paper work you thought. Your eyes finally made your way to the door, he wouldn’t be mad if I just peaked into another room right?

And you did just that, most rooms had more lab nerds in them but a dark room peaked your interest. The door was left open, this is totally not sketchy you thought. Nobody was in this room, in the dark you could see the glistening of test tubes, you squatted down to one of them. Spiders. A shit ton of them too ,you rested your hands on the table not noticing the little critter that crawled onto your hand exploring your fingers until it found a place to BITE. The pain caught your attention you shook your hands sucking the air in through your teeth.

Seconds after Miguel burst into the room “What are you doing? I told you to stay!” he scolded dragging you out of the room, he pinched the bridge of his nose lifting his glasses in the process. You were still holding your bitten hand feeling guilty now, “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” he sighed. You knew he was pissed when he spoke in Spanish.

“Look I’m sorry, can we just go?” you said almost teary eyed, the meeting with Miguel’s boss was boring for the most part other then the fact that you couldn’t stop sweating. You felt tired all of a sudden blaming it on the fact that you had woken up so early, when you got home you basically jumped face first onto your bed. You had gotten the job, you were happy but something just didn’t feel right. Miguel was kinda pissed at you for running off too, and you didn’t blame him, you slept the rest of the day away.

The next morning the light peaking through your curtains felt more intense, you groaned and covered your face with your blanket. It had felt like you had ridden 100 roller coasters, when you uncovered your face again it felt worse. Your ears rang and you were so sweaty, your door opened, that sound even was louder than usual. It was Miguel, “alright sleepyhead time for work,” he said tugging at your blanket. “Miguel, it feels like im gunna puke,” you whined, he said your name “Please no excuses, it’s your first day get up.” he said less playfully, but after seeing the beads of sweat on your forehead he moved closer.

He placed a hand on your head, “Jesus, your burning up.” his voice now a whisper, when he removed his hand he sighed and rubbed his face, “You’re lucky my boss liked you, I can cover for you but just this once okay?” his voice sounded empathetic but stern,  you nodded your head.

About an hour after Miguel left you finally got the strength to roll out of bed, mostly because you were so oddly hungry. You made your way to the kitchen closing every single curtain until it was dark enough for you, grabbing the milk you sat it on the table now reaching for your favorite cereal you pour a good amount before attempting to put the box down realizing it was completely stuck to your hand.

You struggle a bit, shaking your hands frantically causing cereal to fly everywhere, you slip on a few pieces of cereal and now you’re on the floor and magically the box is now unstuck from your hands landing right on your face. You lay there for a few seconds trying to process whatever the fuck just happened, you lift your hands to your face closely observing them. “What the actual fuck.” you whisper to yourself.

The rest of the day was even weirder, more stuff sticking to your hands, you even caught a fucking fly in mid air, What was going on with you? Later on in the day you decided to get some fresh air, you needed to think, maybe you were going crazy? After your walk you made your way back home, catching Miguel entering your apartment at the same time as you were, he notices you, “Don’t tell me that whole sick thing this morning was just to get out of work.” he grumbled staring directly at you, you stood there not really knowing what to say.

Should you tell him? every thought raced through your head, yet all that came out was “No, im just feeling better maybe it was just a bug.” you say walking past him into your apartment, your tone worried him, Miguel headed in after you. He sighed putting down his bag so he could tend to you, “Okay, what’s going on with you? he said softly, you shrugged with your hands still in your pockets while looking down at the floor. “You know I care about you right, you can talk to me. I know I can be so….strong at times, but I care I really do.” it almost sounded like he was scolding you, his words were strong and you knew he meant what he said, they must’ve really pulled at your heartstrings because the next thing you know you were in tears.

Miguel was by your side as you sobbed, holding you close to his chest. “I just…don’t know whats wrong with me.” you said in between sobs, “There’s nothing wrong with you, tonto,” he slowly rocked you back and fourth until you calmed down. “Thank you,” you said wiping your eyes with your sleeve, you wouldn't know what you'd do if he weren't here. you both were on the couch now as he held you, “I’m always gonna be here for you, just like you’re always there for me, alright?” he said with a warm smile.

And he was, all the way until the end.

[euijoosorangeslice]

HIII i really like your blog soo muchhhh.😭🔥♥️ can I ask for werewolf bf fuma when you make him jealous on purpose because you love to see his other side u knowrr.🔥😭🙈 thank u for always updating us with your great oneshotsss .🔥🔥👏😭

aw ty for the compliments (you have successfully buttered me up so here you go.)

Primal Love

warnings: wolfhybrid!fuma, human reader, breeding kink, manhandling, reader is a little bit of a whore(dont say that to her she likes it), ???

Your boyfriend tended to shy away from you during full moons. He never wanted to hurt you, but he couldn't control his wolf form. Fuma would hide away at a friend's house, in a guest room or chained up in the basement. You'd never seen it before, but you heard he was a aggressive werewolf. They had to change the support beams to metal because he almost chewed through them.

Actually, he'd never let you see him in changed form. Only once had he almost transformed in front of you.

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You were already in your pajamas, washing your face before bed. Suddenly, you heard a large thud coming from your bedroom. You dried your face, walking to your bedroom. Pressing your ear to the door, you heard sound of low growling and dog like whimpering. Hastily opening the door, you were met by your boyfriend's hunched over presence. "Fuma? I-is everything alright?" His eyes darted towards you, bright yellow and his teeth started to look more like fangs.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped, rushing to his aid. "Go, Y/n. B-before I do something I regret." He grumbled lowly, you standing up and turning on your heel. "Go to Kei, but be careful...I-I'm not the only werewolf in this village." You nodded, grabbing your protection necklace and running out of the house.

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That experience was extremely scary. You were currently at Kei's place, but Fuma setting up in his guest room, preparing for his transformation. Fuma came back upstairs, giving you a tight hug. "Hey, aren't you going into rut this cycle?" Kei questioned, reading a book while snacking on crackers. Fuma's eyes went wide. "Shit. I totally forgot," he stressed. Kei snorted, standing to put the crackers back into the cabinet. "You're totally fucked dude," Kei teased, Fuma rolling his eyes.

He headed upstairs to grab even more supplies, and you went to talk to Kei. "Kei-kun, can I ask you a question?" He looked up from his book, slightly annoyed. "How can I get Fuma to fuck me?" You sheepishly asked, Kei smiling. "If you get all cuddly with me he'll get jealous. He's good at controlling his temper but with the mix of his rut starting he'll do it." So you scooted closer to Kei, letting him rest his arm around your shoulder casually.

Fuma came back downstairs. "Hey Kei, do yo- oh." His eyes addressed the scene in front of him. "Sorry, babe! I just got kinda cold and i decided to snuggle up with Kei-kun." You softly caressed his thigh, watching Fuma's eye twitch. You giggled, leaning back and lifting up Kei's shirt. "When were you going to tell me that Kei was jacked? His chest is so nice, probably the best I've ever seen."

Both of you noticed Fuma's energy shift. He looked outside, staring at the moon before you noticed his eyes turn yellow. He was transforming again. It only took a few seconds for Fuma's ears to pop out on top of his head, a tail swinging behind his legs. Fangs grew out of his mouth, him making a small snarling noise.

You noticed how Kei's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Hey dude, you can have her. I don't think-" His hairy arms grabbed your waist, yanking you off the couch and cutting Kei's sentence off. "It's fine. I'll just have to teach her some manners." he lowly grumbled, your eyes going wide as well. In a matter of seconds, you two were already upstairs and in Kei's guest room, door shut and locked. Fuma tossed you onto the bed, ripping your sweater off of you and your jeans.

You whined, covering your naked body. "You pretend to be shy, as if you weren't hoping 'Kei-kun' would fuck you." He ripped off the remaining of his boxers, grabbing your hips and immediately thrusting into you. You arched your back in pleasure, wincing at the stretch. "W-wait Fuma! I'm not ready," you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. But he had already fully transformed. He snarled, thrusting quickly in and out of you. "Take my cock." he groaned, pushing deeper inside of you. "Gonna fuck you so full."

You kept pleading for him to forgive you, choking on your words as you spoke. "S-so sorry! I'm yours- only y-yours!" You came quickly, back arching off of the bed and loud moans emerging from your mouth. Fuma pulled out of your hole, flipping you over and shoving deeper inside of you. You moaned so loud it became a scream, sure that Kei could hear you from downstairs.

"Such a good girl. Make you an even better mommy," he whispered in your ear. You barely caught what he said, but when you realized you gasped loudly. "W-wait no! Fuma I- You can't get me pregnant!" He put a hand over your mouth, using it as leverage to fuck into you deeper. "Mine. My pussy, my pups." He growled, speeding up to an animalistic pace. "O-oh shit! Fuma please please think about this," you pleaded in a mumble, not knowing that it was all falling on deaf ears.

"Can't wait to see your tummy all swollen, full of my pups." You sobbed, taking his cock farther than you had before. Suddenly, he released his hand, wrapping his other arm around your waist. It clicked in your head. He was about to knot you. "Wait Fuma! Don't-"

Before you could finish you sentence, you felt his knot expand inside of you, shooting cum into your womb. Your stomach bloated with his cum, making you wince. He whimpered for a while, before you two sat in silence. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling warm and protected.

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You woke up the next morning, completely sore and in pain. "F-fuma?" He had restored to his natural form, and tossed on a t shirt and some boxers. "Good morning baby. I had given you a bath last night, but you sounded like you were in so much pain. I'm sorry, for whatever I did to you last night. But I warned you the best I could."

You softly smiled at him, hugging him tight. You were wearing one of his t-shirts. "It's fine. Besides, I kind of liked it. Though..." You looked down at your stomach, grimacing at the fullness. "Yeah, that one was my bad."

[random-fandom-chaos]

You’re Alright..I’m Here…

Hi! Hi! First ask! Thank you to: @arttime567!!!

Solar Angst! This takes place in Solar’s dimension in the start but in Sun & Moon’s dimension towards the middle or end. Basically Moon comforting Solar at the end

And if it’s Solar’s Moon than it’s: S!Moon

but if it’s New Moon than it’s: N!Moon

This is Solar’s POV! This wasn’t checked over-

Angst 💔 -to- Fluff 💕

pairings: None! All is platonic!

Characters: (New) Moon!, Solar, And Solar’s Moon

Started: 9:43pm!

Writer: Chaos

Leeets get to writing!!!

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Here we go again…my Moon’s screaming…again…I get I did build a damn satélite without permission! You don’t have to explain…Ugh I wish he would kill me or something…

S!Moon: “The Gator’s coming later.”

Solar: “What- why?!”

S!Moon: “probably because you built a satélite without permission…”

S!Moon responded With a snarl…god I hate him…As he walked away I mumbled

Solar: “I built one for a friend…a better friend that’s you…”

Around an hour later I continued working on the go-karts…Stupid kids…they always manage to break them! They’re toddlers! How can they unscrew a dang bolt?!

I sigh…Finally being able to fix the darn thing…

As I walk back to trashed place I call “my room” I see Moon…he just glared at me…And pulled me somewhere?? That can’t be good..

S!Moon: “So?…How have you been doing on fixing My brother?”

Solar: “…it’s not as easy! We need new parts!”

I respond…so that’s what it’s about…

Solar: “He’s practically a vegetable-“

I get cut off my a slap…He looked at me angrily, and for the first time I feel…afraid?… S!Moon: “SHUT UP. JUST ORDER THE DANG PARTS I DON’T CARE.”

Of course he doesn’t care…I look at him

S!Moon: “I SWEAR- I should just kill you! You’re the reason my brothers like this! It’s your fault!”

I look up at him…sighing…Before running out of that room

…god I miss Lunar, After he came here to my dimension I still don’t know how! But he is a good kid…as if on cue I hear the portal…Moon wasn’t there here right now at least after his fit of anger he went to the gator’s…who could that be?….I See…ANOTHER MOON?!- F##k- gotta hide- gotta hide-

I managed to duck behind a play place there…That Moon looks around…I can hear him mutter

New!Moon: “Where is that dude…Lunar told me about him…”

He walked around- WAIT. LUNAR?!…WHAT DID HE SAY… I stayed hidden probably a damn second away from a panic attack as I drop down with my knees toy chest just waiting to see what happened…again that darn feeling! The feeling of being afraid! I hate it. I just stay there…oily tears softly spill- WAIT- NO- nonononono- this can’t be happening I can’t cry. Not here. No…C’Mon Solar! Stay strong…That Moon can’t know you’re here…I was shaking though…my anxiety was at its peak…I was muttering curses before feeling a…soft hand? On my shoulder?…SHI- that’s the other Moon…please don’t hurt me- please…

Solar: “Fuc-“

I softly muttered flinching and backing away from him…What’s he going to do to me?…He give me space- what- He just kneels down next to me…I don’t mind…I don’t know why I don’t mind! He looks kind…WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-

N!Moon: “Hey?…You’re Solar right? Lunar’s talked about you…he wanted me to come get you?….I don’t know, but by the looks of this place I think it would be better…”

I softly shook, Just sighing

Solar: “…Yes I’m Solar…”

the shakiness in my voice visible…why was I so scared?

He nodded and got me up…just walking me to the portal as I fidgeted with the gloves I had…Hoping my Moon wouldn’t come now…

Speak of the devil…

He Walked in…The other Moon almost instinctively pushed me into the portal…whom I fell FACE FIRST. Into…him soon jumping in. Solar: “…ugh…”

N!Moon: “You good?”

I give a thumbs up

Solar: “Who even are you?”

N!Moon: “I’m Moon…Lunar’s older brother…He isn’t here right now…Anyways…are you okay…you looked a second away from a panic attack back there-“

he pulled me up to my feet as he took me to his room, still talking or asking questions I answered appropriately for my standards.

He just sat me down on one of his chairs at his room and hugged me?…I didn’t know why but I just…Cried? In a very long time…My mind is foggy and fuzzy since I just let my emotions out…This Moon comforts me…This feels so weird but calming? He just hugged him tightly…

N!Moon: “I know I just met you but I heard of the horrors of that place…but..”

he shakily sighed

N!Moon: “You’re Alright…I’m Here..”

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Time ended: 10:13pm! @arttime567 Hi! I hope you like it! I tried my best! I’m sorry if you didn’t find it to your satisfaction.

❤️Thanks for reading lovelies

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 3 - I.E.D Werewolf

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Ever since Lia became a werewolf, her anger has been heightened as well as her strength. Lia, trying to control her anger, often spent her newfound time at the weight room in the school.

Mason was with her too, ranting about Garrett and how weird he's being, "You know how I keep reminding Garrett to given me back my hoodie?" Lia nodded, getting up and adding more weight to the bench press.

"Well, I remembered you said he lived in the housing development on Spaulding," he said, "So I went there, and guess what? That housing development is still in development."

Lia laid down on the bench again, starting to lift weights again. "So?" she asked, uninterested in the topic of their 'suspicious' friend.

"There are no houses yet," Mason said, "So unless the dude lives in some backhoe, there's something he's not telling us." Lia kept all of her focus towards the weights, her new super strength made it harder to be challenged.

"And then there's this girl, dude, she's been acting really strange," Mason said, "Running to school for no reason. Disappearing at parties..." Lia added even more weight to lift. "Use to be my best friend--" He paused his dramatic speech when he saw what Lia was about to lift.

"And she was apparently on steroids," he said. Lia looked at him in confusion. "You're not actually going to try and lift that, are you?" Lia sat up, looking at what she had on the weight and realized how crazy it was.

Mason crouched down to her level, worry in his eyes. "Are you alright? I mean, is it about the game tonight?" Lia didn't understand what Mason meant.

"I'm fine," she said, "It's just a scrimmage." Mason's eyes widened when he realized she might not know exactly what was happening. "You know who you're playing, right?"

Lia shook her head with a sigh, "No, guess I missed the announcement. Why? What's the big deal?"

"Lia, it's your old school, Devenfort Prep."

Lia looked over at him in surprise, before looking away in annoyance. "Okay," she said and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Uh, I think I am done for today with the lifting."

She got up and grabbed her bag, telling Mason she would see him later.

A mixture of anger and anxiety bubbled up inside Lia as she went to the girls' locker room to try and calm down. Her breathing got heavy as her emotions grew more and more intense.

When going to her locker to find her lacrosse stick, she was in for a surprise when it wasn't there. Lia picked up on a scent, one she remembered smelling on Scott and Malia, the scent of a werewolf.

Lia turned the corner to see a man in his twenties with dark hair and a scruffy beard holding her lacrosse stick. "Is this yours?" he asked. Before Lia could answer, the guy broke the stick in half and tossed it to the side.

Lia flashed her yellow werewolf eyes before running to attack, only for him to grab her by the throat and shove her against the lockers. Lia snarled at him, her werewolf fangs also showing. Derek actually struggled a bit to hold her against the lockers.

"Lia."

The echoing sound of her Alpha's voice made her turn back to human as he approached, and she calmed down. "You're right, she is angry," the stranger, Derek Hale, said before letting her go.

Lia's face flushed awkwardly when Scott handed over her real lacrosse stick, "This one is yours. Get to class, Lia," he advised as the bell rang. She took one look between the two male werewolves before putting away her lacrosse stick and grabbing her stuff before leaving the two in the girls' locker-room.

Scott noticed that Derek was smiling, something that he rarely ever did. "What are you smiling about?" he asked. Derek honestly looked proud, "You're going to be good at this."

Scott gave him a look, "Are you kidding? I am totally unprepared. Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think right now I could use a full-on training manual."

"I'll tell you one thing," Derek told him, "That anger she's got? It'll make her strong."

"And dangerous," Scott reminded him. "Very," he agreed.

Scott sighed, sitting down on the bench, "This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again." Derek sat next to him. "But Kate's back. And I've got a Beta. And there's a Deadpool."

"If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on," Derek said, "Do you think Lydia can get the second key?"

"She's working on it."

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Lia was determined to make amends and apologize to her ex-team for what she did, proving also to her new pack that she can be civil.

As Lia walked over confidently, Mason trailed after her while freaking out. "What, Lia! No, no, no! Lia!" Mason saw the bus of Devenfort Prep's Lacrosse Team open and the team pour out, making him swear under his breath.

"Brett!" she called out to the head of the team, the most popular guy at her old school. They had been good friends until he unexpectedly starting picking on her.

"I just wanted to say, have a good game," she said. Mason was shocked as Lia stuck out her hand. Stiles and Scott were also there, extremely confused and concerned. It was silent for a moment before Brett and the rest of the team started laughing, making Lia frown.

"That's cute, Lia," he said, "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car."

"I paid for it," Lia said as she clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm to try and control the anger that was bursting out. "Yeah, you're going to pay for it," Brett said, "We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's going to be all your fault."

Both Scott and Stiles noticed that Lia's hand was bleeding from her now werewolf claws digging into her palm.

"Oh shit."

The two sprinted over, Scott pulled Lia away, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go," Scott told her.

Stiles tried to distract the team so no one would notice anything weird about the girl, "Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" The teen put out his hand. "Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there" Stiles put down his hand after Brett didn't shake it. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, but let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field."

Stiles finished rambling and ran away, after Scott and Lia.

The boys had to deal with Lia wolfing out in the girls' locker room. They dragged her through the luckily empty hallway, putting her under cold water coming out of the showers to try and calm her down.

"Okay, you calm yet?" Stiles asked, but Lia roared into his face, startling him, "Oh! Okay, no!" He and Scott pulled Lia back under the cold water.

"Lia, listen to me, all right?" Scott asked as he made sure to move his face to her view, "Calm down. It's okay." Lia closed her eyes, focusing on his voice, allowing herself to become human again, "Okay. Okay."

Stiles and Scott pulled her back from the water and closed it. Lia slid down to the ground, both scared of herself and embarrassed about her anger display. After all the times it happened you would think that she'd get used to it, but she never has.

Scott looked down at her in confusion, "That car you smashed. I thought you said it was your teacher's."

"He was also my Coach," Lia muttered, correcting him.

"What did you do?" Scott asked. Lia didn't answer as glanced at him before back at the floor.

Scott bend down in front of her while Stiles leaned against the wall. "You gotta be honest with us, what happened?" Scott asked, calmly unlike Stiles who was on the verge of spazzing out.

"Nothing," Lia muttered, and she regretted looking up, the puppy-like eyes of Scott McCall made her feel compelled to answer, so she did, "He was picking on me and one of my friends who had GAD and ADHD which he knew about. Teachers aren't supposed to do that. I was pissed. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation."

"What did they call it?" Scott asked in a quiet tone, not wanting to push her anymore. "Intermittent Explosive Disorder," she muttered.

Stiles eyes widened, he knew exactly what IED is, and it was not good for someone with IED to be a werewolf. "I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great." He looked at Scott, "That's great, you gave superpowers to a walking time bomb." He gave him thumbs up but Scott ignored him.

"Did they give you anything for it?" he asked softly.

"Risperdal," Lia answered, "It's an antipsychotic." She looked down at her lap. It wasn't like she was embarrassed because she had these issues, it was more like she was embarrassed that she had to take pills just so she could be like everyone else.

"Oh, this just gets better," Stiles said. Scott gave his best friend a look before turning back to the girl, urging her to continue. "But, I don't take it," she said.

Stiles nodded with a mutter, "Obviously."

"I can't play lacrosse on it, it makes me too tired and anxious," Lia admitted.

Scott sighed, "Okay, I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg's still hurting."

Lia's eyes widened in panic and she shook her head, "No, no." She got up, and so did Scott. She looked between the boys, "I can do this." She looked quickly at her Alpha, "Especially if you're there."

Scott smiled slightly to himself knowing that Lia had some sort of trust in him. "Oh, it's sweet," Stiles told them, rubbing his face with his hands before looking at Lia.

"It's not just about the game, Lia," Scott said softly, "We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

Lia frowned, people don't really keep Lia in the loop, she had no clue what was happening. "Who's Demarco?" she asked, looking between the boys in confusion.

The one who brought the beer to the party," Stiles answered. "The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco," Scott explained, and then he noticed the look on Lia's face, a look of betrayal and sadness. "Lia? Do you know something?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg," Lia said, "But I know who paid for it. My friend Garrett, he's on the lacrosse team. He paid for the keg."

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Lia was undoubtedly terrified for the game. Not so much because of the killer, she was scared of herself and what she might do (like wolf out). Her mother was even able to get time off of work to come to see her first game even though she wasn't too happy about Lia joining Lacrosse again.

Scott and Stiles were a bit nervous about the game, but what scared them the most was meeting Jenna Geyer (formerly Dunbar), Lia's mother who's a forensic scientist. She knew how to get away with murder, they knew they had to be on their best behavior around Jenna.

Jenna had taken a seat in the stands with Mason's parents while Mason stayed with Lia to help keep her calm and collected, especially since the team was her old school.

Lia glared at Brett before turning around to face Mason, "I think I can take him." Her newfound strength given to her through the bite enabled the confidence she needed to try and get through the game with little to no problems.

Since Lia had turned around, she had no idea Mason was practically drooling at the sight of a shirtless Brett. "Yeah." Mason bit his lip bottom lip. The fifteen-year-old girl spun around to see what Mason was staring at before looking back and raising her eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Mason was caught off guard. "What, me? Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable," he awkwardly babbled as he tried to play it off. "Oh no," Lia said, "You think he's hot, don't you?"

"No," Mason said, "No, not at all. No way! Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little."

Lia crossed her arms over her chest, though wasn't as angry as she was amused by the teenager. Out of all people, it would be Mason who could easily change Lia's mood from serious to playful in a matter of seconds.

"He wants to destroy me, remember?" Lia pointed out. She had no idea why he started hating her in the first place, it started well before the situation with the Coach. He just turned on her one day and started to make fun of her, it made no sense in Lia's mind.

"I think you could definitely take him," Mason said, "And then, give him to me." He grinned when he heard the giggling of the short brunette. "No, no just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses."

The two fist bumped before Mason went to the stands to be with their parents.

The teams were getting ready to start the game. Scott and Stiles, worried about Lia's safety, were trying to get Lia benched.

"But Coach, her leg's still healing, I don't think she should play," Scott tried to convince the stubborn man. He had taken a liking to his new lacrosse player, a strong, badass player who (despite her issues with her former Coach) was actually tolerable compared to the other Freshman like Garrett. Oh, and a certain player named Greenberg.

"She said she's fine," Coach dismissed knowing that they would need her in the game. "As Captain, I'm suggesting Lia sit out the game"

Coach cackled at Scott's words, "And as, uh, President of The United State, I'm vetoing that suggestion." Scott was plagued with fear over the thought of his Beta being hurt by whatever was killing supernatural creatures.

"What if she gets hurt badly?" he asked.

Before Coach could even attempt to argue against him, Brett ruined it. "Hey Lia, think fast!" Brett tried his hardest to humiliate her by throwing a lacrosse ball at her. Lia, however, caught the ball with ease. "Oh, she plays!" Coach said with a smile.

Lia looked over at Scott nervously, despite she impressed Coach even more, she used her new powers accidently. Lia took a breath as she put on her helmet and got into her position on the field.

Kira, Stiles and Scott walked together. "Why do I get the feeling this is gonna end badly?" Kira asked as Scott looked toward Lia. Kira noticed, and her face fell. "Because it usually does," Stiles answered.

Scott looked at his friends, "Kira, you keep an eye on Garrett. I'll watch out for Lia."

"Yeah, I'll just try to play lacrosse," Stiles told them as they ran away. Scott stood near Lia, both of them watched Garrett as he walked past them.

The referee put the ball on the ground between Scott and Brett. "Brett, I know you guys feel like you owe Lia some payback for what she did, but could you just hold off for one night?" Scott asked, "Trust me. One night."

"Yeah, I can do that," Brett told him. "Really?" Scott asked. Brett chuckled. "No."

The whistle blew.

Brett took off with the ball, and Lia tried to go after him but two Devenports stopped her and pushed her down.

Brett threw the ball into the goal. Lia stood up, throwing her helmet and gloves off, trying to go after them. "Lia!" Scott called out as he ran closer and grabbed her arms.

The players walked away as Lia took a deep breath to try and calm herself down but she growled letting her eyes glow gold.

Stiles ran closer, hiding her from view. "Calm down," Scott said calmly, "Listen to my voice, and calm down, you can do it."

Lia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she listened to his voice. She opened her eyes, showing her eyes were back to their gunmetal blue eyes. She took another breath, looking from Stiles to Scott with a nod.

Stiles and Scott let her go, relieved it worked. "I'm okay," she said softly. "Okay, come on," Stiles said as he led her away from the others. Scott turned and looked at Brett who was watching them, neither of them knew that Garrett was watching them as well, and he saw what happened with Lia.

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Lia had ended up getting into a collision with Brett and Garrett that she honestly tried to avoid. Everyone in both teams run to the trio, and around Brett who groaned.

"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asked quietly as he helped the girl up. "I didn't," Lia answered quietly and showed her dislocated arm, "He hit me."

Stiles looked away when he saw her arm, while Scott was impressed that she managed to keep her cool. "Close your eyes," he said, and when she did, he helped put her dislocated arm back in place which would heal easily with her new werewolf healing abilities, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Ow," she groaned in pain softly so she won't get any attention from the rest of the team. She looked over toward Brett in surprise when she heard him groaning in pain and he has been checked out.

"All right, Brett, we're going to pick you up now," a medic told him.

They picked him up and carried him away. Scott looked over at Garrett, seeing him put away the sword part that he hid in his lacrosse stick.

The Alpha looked quickly back at his Beta, and quickly checked her over for injuries, "Are you cut? Did Garrett cut you?"

"No," Lia answered. "No, no, I'm okay."

Scott looked at Garrett as he spoke in relief to Lia and Stiles, "Then he missed."

This threw Lia off, she never once took a moment to think and realize that she was just as likely to be a target as the rest of them. "Wait... are you serious?"

Scott sighed, "Yeah, it's you, Lia. You're the one he's after." Lia looked toward Garrett nervously and betrayal. "You need to talk Coach you can't play tonight."

Lia looked at Scott and nodded slowly, "Okay. Okay, I will." Stiles patted her back as she walked past them, and they turned and kept an eye on her.

Scott, Kira and Lia met nearby the bleachers. Lia nodded to Scott, "I talked to Coach. I'm out for the rest of the game."

"Good," Scott said. Kira looked at him, "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," Scott admitted as he shook his head, "Something's still not right. We're missing something." Stiles walked closer with his phone, "Guys. Lydia just broke another third of the list."

"Am I on it?" Lia asked. "No," Stiles answered, "But someone else is." He looked between them, "Brett Talbot."

"Brett?" Lia asked in surprise, "He's a--"

"He's a Werewolf," Scott said quietly and looked around before he walked away. Lia took a step to follow but Kira placed her hand gently on her shoulder, shaking her head.

Stiles followed after Scott, and Lia actually pouted as she looked at Kira. Looking at her with a how come he gets to go after him? look. Kira let out an amused scoff at her pouty expression.