#to anyone who's around his height know that I envy you

[midnightkolrath]

Something I always enjoy seeing is Dante (and by extension the other Sparda boys) with his height compared to normal humans.

Good ol Sparda demon blood genetics make him stand out in more ways than one.

Its much more glaring whenever he’s with Patty (Which makes sense, she is a little girl during the time of the anime) but goodness. LMAO

He also has pretty nice and long legs. (Which comes from being so tall)

Vergil also has them too so... 💀 Look at this long man.

[naeverse]

Lapdog

🐩staring: NerdMiguel x QueenBee Reader

💗 preview: “Damn, sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter chuckled, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter, which only made your smile broaden.

“It does…doesn't it?

🌸Summary: You, Queen Bee, have been desiring a little assistant for a while—someone who can fetch you things, do your work, assist you in any way possible, and just make life much easier. However, after witnessing a surprising occurrence with one of the lamest students on campus, Miguel O'Hara, you believe you've found just that, and maybe something even better...

💗rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🐩tw/cw. Blackmail, Caught in the act, College AU,  Demeaning, Desperation, Dirty talk, Dominance, Handjob, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Ownership, Public Masturbation, Power Differences, Praising, Public, Sex toys, Vibrator, etc…

🌸Word count: 9k

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Small, quiet whimpers escaped the lips of the burly man to your left. His head lowered in an attempt to hide as he diligently tackled your college work. His large, left hand trembled while he solved long math equations, expressions, logarithms, and whatever else the packet held. You shifted your gaze from the four-eyed male to two others seated at your booth.

Peter B. Parker, the captain of the football team and the golden boy of the school, sat across from you, alongside his girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, or MJ, who was the editor of the college newspaper. They cuddled up against each other, with MJ on his chest and his arm wrapped around her.

The two were considered your "friends" at the university, forming the famous clique that instilled fear and envy in the entire student body. However, between the adored football jock and the news girl, you, on the other hand, were a much bigger deal. 

Everyone knew your name, and if they didn't, you were seen as an utter disgrace due to your cluelessness.

You were known as the university's queen bee.

Everyone loved or hated you; you didn't care. Any attention was welcome. You were the leader of the notorious sorority house of baddies, with a rich family that could drop and sue anyone with the drop of a hat. You could control the student body in masses with just a word, and had everyone, even the staff, wrapped around your pretty, manicured finger. 

Whatever you said went, and don't you fucking dare think otherwise; you'd be an idiot to challenge the queen. Having the ability to turn any person into a complete nobody, withering away in debts and charges, kept everyone in their place.

But you wouldn't exactly say Peter and MJ were your friends, just students at college who possessed a certain kind of power that was highly useful to have in your corner.

Peter and his kind, sweet persona solidified bonds with other universities and the dean themselves. He was the face of your campus and was hella popular.

MJ headed the media, and whatever she said or wrote in the newspaper or the college blog was believed by everyone on campus, even if it was false.

Not that anyone would know...

Peter, MJ, and you were at the top of the food chain at your university; no one else mattered and was worth the time.

So why the hell was this lowlife sitting at your booth?

Miguel O'Hara, known as the nerdiest of the nerds on your college campus, sat beside you at your usual booth in Mama's diner, your clique's hangout spot.

To be fair, you didn't classify Miguel as such; more of a loner because he didn't look like a nerd. His body was covered in bulging muscles that contrasted greatly with his quiet persona. He had a towering height that rose above most of the football team, and he got attention from girls.

Or, well...

Girls gave him attention, not like the guy minded them.

He kept to himself, always having his nose stuck in a book. To make him even more of a dork, he worked at the school library. Due to his elusive nature and  how hard he was to categorize, the loner had gained a distasteful reputation; many students on campus hated him as a result. 

Was he a jock due to his bulging muscles, a bad boy due to his mysteriousness and constant desire for solitude, or was he a nerd for always being found reading, and whenever he spoke, only intellectual things came out?

He was a tricky case.

And not one you cared about until today…

You never would have paid the introverted male any attention if it weren't for you, this morning, stumbling into the library in search of someone to do your homework. Instead of finding a lowlife in waiting, you found something much better…

You found Miguel in his office, located at the far back of the library, moaning and jerking off under his desk. To make matters worse, AirPods adorned his ears, blocking out any awareness of your presence. You even leaned over his shoulder to discover that he was clearly watching porn.

He was definitely an amateur...

But a needy little thing he was...

The sight before you was an honest gold mine, something that would be perfect for MJ to post on the school blog as you captured a video of the surprising occurrence.

It was hard to fathom how much his reputation, if he had one, would plummet once the entire school got a look at this. But then, being the cunning queen you were, you had a better idea for that video…

You decided to use it as a means to have an around-the-clock assistant that would come running at your every beck and call, at any given time. It was a great idea, especially with the lowlife not being unpleasant to the eyes. 

So now here he was, being a good little puppy for you and doing your homework, except...

It didn't seem like your associates were too pleased with your puppy’s presence.

You met Peter's gaze, his amber eyes furrowed in confusion as he glanced from you to the muscular loner and back again. "Okay, why the hell is he here?" he finally asked after a while of just staring at the two of you. A smirk spread across your lips at his question. "I believe you have eyes, Peter. He's doing my homework," you simply said with a sly grin, continuing your subtle movements under the table, which only made the geek clench his pencil even more.

Peter and MJ recognized that look on you, that sneaky smile you wore whenever you were up to no good. But this time, they couldn't quite put a finger on what it was and how it involved the four-eyed freak.

MJ looked between you and Miguel as well, her cherry lips pursing. "Why here, though?" she asked, her head still resting against Peter's chest. "Most of the time when we meet at Mama's diner, we gossip, we talk about deep stuff. We can't do that with him here," she acknowledged, motioning to Miguel in the corner, who seemed very focused on solving a long ass math problem.

You couldn't help but look over at him as well, taking in the sight of his heavy breathing and faintly red cheeks, before looking back at your associates, who still wore expressions of confusion and discomfort. You huffed, giving them a fake pout. “Come on, Miguel won't utter a single word to anyone...

Now, would you?”

You asked, turning to look at the large Latino, his amber orbs covered with a pair of black eyeglasses as he remained silent, adamantly trying to avoid eye contact. You scowled, giving him a tight squeeze, followed by a deep stroke making him jolt. His eyes briefly rolled, his mouth stammering, trying to find his words. “No… I won't.” He said so low and deep you had to lean in to hear him.

You could visibly see him struggling, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he tried painstakingly to control his breathing. You grinned, watching him return to work on your math packet like a good little puppy. “See? He can be trusted.” You explained with a smile, continuing your tantalizing play on the nerd, which only made the Latino male suck in a breath and grip his pencil tighter.

You swore you thought the wooden tool would snap in two any second now…

“Fine, but what made you want to bring him of all people?” Peter asked next, turning your gaze onto him. “He holds no power at our Uni. He’s useless to us.” He said with a chuckle, running his fingers through his girlfriend's red hair. You chuckled at his belief that the four-eyed male was ‘useless’; 

Currently, he was everything but…

“You know how much I wanted my own little assistant for some time.” You replied with a smirk, tracing Miguel under the table, feeling your fingers begin to become further coated in his essence. “As in someone who can fetch me things, do my work,

Satisfy my every need…”

You abruptly squeezed Miguel once more, a sudden audible groan passing his lips, gaining everyone's attention. Peter and MJ glanced over at Miguel with raised eyebrows before just brushing it off as the geek having one of his weird moments. 

Subtly, you shot the dweeb a glare, making his ears redden and clear his throat. He flicked his pencil around in his thick fingers, beginning to erase a mistake he made due to your harsh grip before you turned back to your associates with a nonchalant smile.

“Damn, sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter chuckled, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter, which only made your smile broaden.

“It does…doesn't it?”

You whispered, glancing over at Miguel, who was trying not to acknowledge your gaze, seeming to be very interested in the ways of Calculus II. 

“Aww… Peter, you know me so well.” You thought with a small grin, continuing to stroke the trembling male. You could feel the dweeb strain underneath his black jeans, enjoying how greatly he was trying to hide his pleasure. With your thumb, you brushed over his sensitive tip, making him whimper loudly, despite his effort to suppress it by biting his lip.

You shot him another stern look, slightly relieved to hear a groan of annoyance from MJ at the same time. At her outburst, it drew your attention over to her to see she was looking over at the workers in Mama's diner who were diligently working in the kitchen area of the diner. “Gosh, we've been sitting here for 20 minutes, and our order still isn't here.” She whined, crossing her arms over her chest like a pouty child in the grocery store. 

“Come on, baby, it should be out in a little bit,” Peter whispered, trying to comfort her. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at her dramatics. MJ always did this to get attention, Peter’s attention in particular, who you’ve noticed was staring at you a lot more than usual upon entering Mama’s diner today.

You met MJ’s blue eyes, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “Actually, why don't you two go check it out? See what's the hold-up?” You proposed, glancing over at Miguel to see his defined Adam's apple bob at your words, his nervousness only exciting you further.

Oblivious to your proposal and the fact that you, the queen, said it, Peter and MJ nodded and slid out of the booth. You watched in the corner of your eye as they walked away from your table and towards the front of the diner. 

‘Now the fun can begin…’

You thought, a wicked grin spreading across your glossy lips. With them gone, you wanted nothing more than to have some fun with your new puppy. You turned in your seat to finally make eye contact with the panting male, and you couldn’t help but snicker at the sight.

The dweeb’s coffee-brown curls were plastered to his sweaty forehead, his amber orbs hooded behind his glasses while his grip on his pencil was slowly loosening. Breathy moans escaped his parted lips as his hips thrust softly into your hand, his eyes rolling with each of his movements.

Upon the two leaving the table, it seemed the nerd had completely dropped his facade, showing just how needy he was.

You laughed, glancing down to see the mess he was making in his black jeans. A small wet patch gradually soaked the zipper and crotch of the denim. “I knew you didn't finish in the library.” You teased, continuing to stroke him. He grunted, shifting in the booth to better angle himself into your clenched palm. “I couldn't…You interrupted me.” He replied hoarsely, making you raise an eyebrow. You abruptly gripped his cock at his response, making him whine.

“I interrupted you?”

You scoffed, not believing the balls on this nerd. “You have more mouth than I thought, Miguel O'Hara.” You hissed, releasing him and drawing down his pants, exposing his huge member fully. His hooded eyes instantly snapped open, deep pants passing his lips. “What are you—what are you doing? Someone could see.” He exclaimed through stammers, his amber eyes blown in a mixture of lust and worry as they looked all around in fear of someone being near.

You rolled your eyes at the nerd’s empty concerns. Your clique's favorite booth was positioned in the back of the diner, completely secluded. Of course, you’ll take precautions; you wouldn’t want someone to capture the sight of you having fun with a loser like him, so the idiot was fine.

Not that you cared at the moment...

“I honestly don't know what you're so worried about. You didn't seem concerned about someone seeing you when you were jerking off this morning.” You taunted, earning an angry growl from him, his cock twitching a little at that recollection. “Mierda, I didn't know anyone was there. The library is always empty in the mornings.” He said in a low voice, his tone rough and holding so much spite in it.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his anger, as if he could do anything about it. His massive body was stuck on the inside of your booth, his well-endowed cock and balls out on display.

He was completely vulnerable to you…

Your eyes trailed him, taking him in slowly, and to your surprise, you found yourself licking your lips at the sight.

Even though the dork was a lowly peasant at your school, carrying his stupid little textbooks and allowing the jocks to beat on him when he had the muscles and height to beat their asses ten-fold.

He had an impressive cock…

It was fully erect, sticking straight up into the air with a small patch of dark brown, coarse hair sitting atop his dark shaft, trailing an irresistible line up under his beige sweater. His cock was long, girthy, and definitely above average, with a brown, angry tip dripping with precum, begging to be tasted and played with.

During your moment of ogling, his large, veiny hand hastily covered the oddly magnificent sight, snapping you from your trance. You glared up at him, taking in his flushed cheeks, coffee-brown curls that hung over his framed eyes, and his attempt to cover his enormity between his legs with his hand.

“Move.” You sternly said, your tone showing just how annoyed and furious you were. You crossed your arms over your white-clad chest, awaiting the loser to obey, but surprisingly, he did no such thing. Miguel simply clenched his jaw, averted his gaze from you, not at all listening to the order you’ve just given him.

Your glossy lips pulled into a snarl, not remembering the last time someone would dare be defiant towards you, but it seemed this nerd, loner, whatever the hell he classified as, was something different…

He knew who you were, yet he was disobeying you, talking back, and worst of all…

Not submitting.

You’ve met many infuriating individuals, but he had to take the cake.

Your jaw clenched, trying to keep your composure and remind yourself that you needed him around because you were a hair's breadth from reaching into your bag and grabbing your phone to do the unthinkable. You cleared your throat, sliding so close to him that you could feel the heat of his bare, thick thighs against yours under the short, expensive pink skirt you adorned.

You brushed a strand of his coffee-brown hair behind his ear, noticing how he flinched slightly before leaning in close.

 “Move your hand, or I'll make sure to send that little video of you jerking off to MJ. I think she’ll enjoy posting that onto her little blog for the whole college to see.”

You whispered into his ear, the threat striking the nerd greatly. A wave of satisfaction rushed through your being when he turned to face you, his amber eyes narrowed in rage, but a hint of fear evident in them as well. “You wouldn't,” he said, calling your bluff in a rough, breathless voice which only made you laugh.

“You must really be living under a rock on campus if you think I’m bluffing,” you chuckled darkly as the nerd gulped. “Now…” you began, glancing down at his shielded hand over what you desired. “Unless you want the entire college to know how much of a needy little puppy you are, you will move your damn hand and allow me to do whatever I please.” You sternly said, looking down at his trembling hand and then up at him.

You found it utterly adorable how he tried to keep your hardened gaze, but he would learn that when you want something, you’ll get it no matter what.

He cursed softly, running a frustrated hand through his messy coffee-brown curls. He captured his bottom lip in his teeth and reluctantly moved his hands, placing them on either side of him on the booth’s cushions. You smirked at his obedience. “Good boy,” you praised in a teasing voice, patting his head like the doggy he was; however, he yanked away. You scoffed at his defiance.

‘It seems my puppy needs more training. No worries; he’ll submit if he likes it or not.’

You thought, casting your eyes down to meet his painfully hard and erect cock. Biting your lip, you wrapped a hand around his base, feeling how brick and sticky it was in your palm.

But before granting your puppy the sweet release he desired, he had a lesson to learn…

You harshly gripped his shaft, earning a loud groan to escape his throat. “I'm very pissed at you. Want to know why?” You asked, squeezing his cock even more, making him hiss. He clutched the cushion of the booth in his large hands, clenching his jaw once more. “Why?” He said through gritted teeth.

"Why? You nearly got us caught with those outbursts, idiot," you spat, finding a rhythm and stroking him roughly under the table. His abundant precum allowed you to smoothly run your fist along him. He groaned, his head falling back against the booth.

"Maybe... you should f-fucking stop then," he said through pants, which only made you giggle. "Oh, I'm just finishing what you started in the library, puppy," you said with a fake pout.

"And here I thought you liked getting off in public places."

Miguel moaned softly at your words, his cock twitching in your hand in response. You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Oh? Don't tell me that's the truth," you teased with a soft chuckle, knowing you'll surely have some fun with that hidden kink of his in the future.

However, no response was heard from him, defending nor agreeing with your proposal; only the occasional low moans and groans escaped his lips. You snarled, pressing your thumb into the crown of his tip, eliciting a rewarding jolt and a Spanish curse to fall from his lips.

"If you won't respond to that, then answer this," you hissed, nose scrunched up in disgust as you continued your stroking. "You act all big and tough when you're alone with me, yet you curl up into a little ball when others are around," you stated with a smirk. "Why is that?"

"Because you don't fucking scare me," he said angrily with a steady voice. You scoffed in amusement, your eyes roaming over his bulging muscles through the sleeves of his beige sweater—the fabric appearing strained. "And others do?" you retorted with a snicker, causing him to growl in annoyance and look away. "It's not like that."

"Oh yeah, then what is it?" you inquired, purposely quickening your pace on his shaft, stroking him faster and pressing your palm into his length, the desire to see him lose control driving you. He whined and whimpered uncontrollably, his large hand landing on your thigh, gripping it tightly through your skirt, urging you to slow down.

You sighed heavily; Miguel was so frustrating. The dweeb's mouth constantly spoke of defiance and disrespect, while his body contradicted him each time—his hips steadily moved in sync with your palm, and his member twitched in your hand. It seemed even he was confused about what he wanted, but being the sweet master you were, you'd assist him in discovering his true desires.

But first, he had to be taught to fix his attitude because he was really pissing you off.

You brushed the pad of your thumb over his tip, intensifying his pleasure with every jerk of your hand. "I don't like your attitude with me," you said angrily, smacking his hand off your thigh and grabbing his chin.

You roughly turned him to look at you, his eyes dazed behind his black glasses, and his lips parted. "I hold the power of your entire reputation in my hands. I can get your big ass kicked out of this damn college just by showing the dean that video of you," you warned, looking at his face in complete rage.

"Do you fucking understand me!?" you exclaimed, your nails piercing into the underside of his chin. Your eyes glared daggers at him as you continued to slide your hand up and down his trembling shaft.

He clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring as his hand landed on your wrist, deep groans continuing to pass his lips at your movement. "Y-yes, fuck," he moaned, biting his lip. "Yes to what?" you demanded, seeking clarity. With your thumb, you caressed in small circles around the crown of his tip, a smirk spreading across your glossy lips when his grip on your wrist tightened. "Yes, I-I... understand," he said, his deep voice sounding rather airy and breathless.

"Good boy," you whispered, tilting your head at him and glancing down to see more pre-cum sprouting from his tip, dripping down his shaft and coating your hand. Miguel growled. "What do you even want from me?" he asked through trembles of pleasure, his cock twitching in your fist. Your smirk broadened, turning your attention from his cock to the four-eyed male, his chin still resting between your manicured fingers.

"You heard that conversation between Peter, MJ, and me, did you not?" you inquired with a raised eyebrow, making him heave a trembling sigh. "Lapdog, right? That's what you want?" 

"Indeed," you chuckled, releasing him. He whimpered, his thighs quivering, as heavy pants passed his lips. He rubbed his chin, pressing his backside into the leather cushions and breathing heavily. You reached over him, grabbing a few napkins from its container to clean your hands, feeling Miguel's eyes on you all the while.

When you met his gaze, you weren't surprised to see the sight of anger and irritation, but what did surprise you was the hint of curiosity found in his intense gaze.

'Was the dork interested in being your puppy?'

"Why?" he finally asked after catching his breath. You laughed, turning to him with a wicked grin. "The better question is... 

Why not?"

You replied with a snicker. Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed once more. "And you want me to be your damn lapdog?" he asked, full of spite and rage, his amber eyes appeared redder than usual, but it didn't faze you. "Yes, or that video goes out to everyone," you said with a grin, your eyes lingering along his body. "And I think everyone would be rather shocked to see what you've been hiding under all that ugly clothing," you chuckled, motioning down at his massive and still very hard cock.

He snarled, looking away from you and out the window beside him. A silence fell upon the two of you as you simply took him in—his defined cheekbones, broad nose, thick neck, and massive body covered in a hideous beige sweater, black jeans, and white Converse.

'Goodness, this is going to be fun. The most fun I've probably had in years.'

You thought, faking a pout and leaning towards him to press your plush lips against his ear. He jumped slightly at your closeness, making you giggle as you ran a hand over his chest, tracing his defined pecs and abs through his sweater.

"Come on, puppy. Don't be so mad; you might even enjoy it."

You teased, and to your anticipation, his cock throbbed in response. He groaned lowly, your chest covered in a white crop top pressing into his arm. "It’s not like I have a damn choice," he retorted, his voice still resonating with fury. 

"Well… get used to it."

You uttered, licking a stripe across his sharp jawline and enjoying how he shuddered at the feeling. You then pulled away, his amber eyes following you like the needy puppy he was.

"Now, every doggy needs a collar," you uttered with a smile, causing him to scowl. "I’m not wearing a damn collar."

"So quick to assume, puppy," you laughed, only seeming to enrage the geek even more. "Stop calling me that," he growled, causing you to sigh, finding it rather annoying how he still believed he held some type of control here. 

He'll learn sooner or later.

"You’ll grow to love it, puppy," you emphasized, turning from his faltering glare to rummage in your $500 Prada bag, fishing out a toy you purchased just for your little doggy. When you acquired it, you turned to him, twirling the dark blue and red crystallized ring in your fingers. Miguel's eyes followed it, his chest heaving in confusion and disdain, but his cock pulsated in desire and curiosity.

He could scowl and glare at you all he wanted, but his body gave him away, every single time.

“What the fuck is that?” He snapped, once he regained his composure, his amber eyes looking from the ring to you through his black eyeglasses. You chuckled, running your fingers along the ring. “After our little run-in at the library this morning, I bought my new puppy something special.” You explained, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The geek looked perplexed for the first time.

 It was a cute look on him…

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be fun. I promise...” You giggled, glancing down at his dark cock, still twitching in desire. You then held your hand out to him, the large ring resting in your palm.

“Now…show me how much of a good doggy you can be and put this on…”

“Ugh, they are saying it's another 20 minutes.” MJ groaned, climbing into the booth right after Peter. You heaved a sigh in irritation; Mama's diner was never this backed up. It was rather annoying to think you all would have to wait just for three measly milkshakes.

“So, what’s the two of you been doing? He looks like he’s about to fucking faint.” Peter joked, glancing over at Miguel, whose bronze face was covered in beads of sweat. His amber eyes trained on the packet of math work once more. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know. The math problem must be stressing him out.” You said with a smile, subtly glancing over at your phone that rested beside you on the booth, the vibrator app pulled up on the screen that was already at level 2.

The ring that you had bought for your new puppy was nestled around the base of his cock, right over his balls, stimulating both of his sensitive areas. You gave him the benefit of the doubt to cover himself; you weren’t a total meanie.

You just needed him to know his place, as it seemed he kept forgetting.

So you decided to seat him in front of two of the most popular students at your college with a pulsating vibrator around his cock. 

What better way for him to learn...?

"Okay…" MJ trailed off, brushing off the situation as nothing. "Umm, what even is his name?" She asked, talking about Miguel as if he wasn't even there. At her inquiry, you turned to your puppy, giving him a soft pat on the head. "Tell her your name," you said sweetly, noticing the subtle glare from him. "Miguel," he responded in a gruff voice without looking up from the packet.

"Your full name," you added with a smirk, wishing to further annoy him. The dweeb’s jaw clenched at your persistence. "Miguel O’Hara," he growled, hastily returning to solving question 24 of your math packet. MJ looked between the two of you, taking in the interaction before leaning across the table, her blue eyes set on you.

“Seriously, what are you up to with him?” 

She asked in a hushed tone like no one at the table could hear her as her red eyebrows furrowed in concern. You scoffed, not believing that she would dare to ask you such a thing.

“Why the hell are you questioning anything that I do?” You spat angrily. “The fucking dweeb is just doing my damn homework,” you said, your eyes glaring into hers.

Perhaps, the load of hair upon MJ's head was the cause of her forgetfulness. Regardless of the culprit, the redhead better keep in mind how much you love fixing her mistakes and kicking her back into line if she oversteps.

You've done it to so many others, she'll be no different…

“Hey, hey, settle down,” Peter said, trying to calm the situation between the two of you. The tension in the air was so thick, it could be sliced with a spoon, let alone a knife.

“There's nothing wrong with what Y/N is doing,” Peter said, placing a hand on MJ’s shoulder and pulling her back towards his chest. MJ sighed, giving you an apologetic look. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, dismissing her as you met Peter’s eyes that also looked between Miguel and you. “Although, I must say…” He began, and to your surprise, settled his amber eyes onto Miguel.

You smirked, loving to see how the aroused geek would handle this, your eyes trained on him. Miguel, noticing the lack of conversation, hesitantly looked up to be met with six eyes staring back at him.

“How the hell are you so…massive?” Peter asked with a chuckle. “You don’t do shit except read, play chess, or whatever else you nerds do.” Peter jested, causing everyone, except Miguel, to laugh. Your eyes were trained on Miguel as he glanced over at you and back at Peter before clearing his throat. “Genetics.” He mumbled, returning back to writing out the parametric formula to solve the equations he was on.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, the introverted male’s words not seeming to have reached his ears. “What did you say? Speak up, man.” He laughed, causing Miguel to clench his jaw once more. His pencil halted upon the paper as he casted his amber eyes up to the jock. “Genetics. That's all it is.” He repeated in a louder tone.

“So, you are telling me, you do not work out?” MJ asked in surprise and awe, her blue eyes roaming over his body. You were certain she was checking your new puppy out.

You growled, oddly, shooting a glare at her.

You didn’t know what was with her today, but MJ was working your last nerve.

MJ, thankfully, shut up after your look, but your puppy answered anyway. “A little,” he replied, twirling the pencil in his thick fingers nervously. You couldn’t help but gaze at him—his massive musculature snug under his beige sweater that seemed to hug him in all the right places.

His biceps bulging, his hardened pecs defined, and you could even sneak a peek at his abdominal muscles pressing against the warm fabric. You bit your lip, the desire to get him out of that ugly sweater filling your being until you shook off the thought.

The damn dweeb was making you forget your title and your reputation…

But you couldn’t lie. 

The geek was exceeding your expectations…

Not only was he impressive for being at the very bottom of the student hierarchy and having the ability to make you feel all hot and bothered, but despite his cock being heavily stimulated by the vibrating ring, his voice didn't waver or falter.

Your puppy was tougher than you thought…

‘We’ll see about that.’

With a click of your phone, you raised the vibrations from a mere 2 to a 5. Instantly at the change, Miguel jolted in his seat. You watched with a look of pure innocence on your face as Peter’s eyebrows furrowed.

He snickered, eyeing the glasses-wearing male across from him at the table. “Man, you are weird as heck, but I’ll let it slide,” he said with a smile, glancing over at you, his eyes full of admiration. “If the queen here can put up with your presence, which is rare,” Peter snickered, “I’ll be willing to open a spot on the team to see how you do,” he proposed, which shocked you.

It was hard to get on Peter’s football team, yet he was practically giving it to Miguel, the most disliked male at school, on a silver platter.

You couldn’t help but feel a little angry at that, slowly becoming a bit possessive over your new puppy.

But thankfully, Miguel said the words for you. “I-I’m not interested,” he uttered, clearing his throat and clenching the pencil tightly in his large hand. You smirked, watching Peter’s eyebrows rise in shock. He glanced over at MJ, who had become quiet after your glare.

“This dude is really turning down my offer, babe,” he said, nudging MJ, who snapped out of her trance to turn her blue eyes onto Miguel. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Actually…” you said, instantly drawing their eyes on you. “It’s better if he didn’t. I’ll lose my new lapdog, and we wouldn’t want that… Isn’t that right?” You asked, running your manicured fingers through Miguel’s coffee-brown hair. You watched his jaw clench and a subtle blush spread across his lips.

Seems as if he's starting to like the name or you claiming him…

Indeed, Miguel was a naughty one…

Peter’s stunned expression instantly changed at your words. He cleared his throat, giving you a nod. “Of course, but the offer still stands,” he offered once more, looking over at you as he said it.

You gave him a small smile before MJ sat up in her chair with a grin, the color restoring back into her being after you rightfully snuffed it out. “Since the workers are taking so long, let’s play a game. Never Have I Ever, anyone?!” she exclaimed, a smile adorning her cherry lips.

You grinned, liking the idea, before a thought came to your head, causing you to heave a sigh. “Normally drinks are involved. We don’t have any,” you commented, instantly MJ reached into the pocket of Peter’s red and blue varsity jacket, pulling out his metal flask. His eyes widened in shock before he laughed, shaking his head. “Damn, I thought you didn’t know about that.”

“I know everything, baby.” MJ giggled, placing the metal flask in the center of the table. You smirked, glancing over at Miguel, who had his arms crossed upon the table, his head lowered over the math packet. He was panting, and his thighs were trembling next to your own. He wasn’t writing anything as he seemed like he was just sitting there.

But you knew what your needy puppy was up to…

He was enjoying himself, relishing in the sensation from the vibrator ring you had bought him. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

While Peter and MJ discussed the rules of the game, you leaned in close to Miguel, pressing your glossy lips against his ear. “Are you enjoying your little toy, puppy?” you inquired, causing him to suck in a breath. “Ay cono, turn it off,” he panted, whispering to you in desperation. He turned his hooded eyes onto you, and you met his gaze with a sly grin. “Why? You like it,” you whispered back with a small giggle, watching his ears redden and a vein bulge from his forehead as he tried to suppress his anger.

“So no, it’s not coming off anytime soon,” you told him. “Now, you'll play this game with us and finish my work later.”

“I don’t want to fucking play,” he growled, making your forced smile falter. You subtly reached over to your phone, turning the vibrations up from level 5 to 7. Miguel's voice caught in his throat, his hand landing on your thigh once more. You could even faintly hear the buzzing in his jeans that was slowly making the geek lose his composure.

His large palm covered your smooth skin as he gripped it tightly while he quivered. He cursed under his breath, beginning to softly pat your thigh to call a truce. You watched him with a smirk, loving how he was writhing and squirming in his seat, knowing you were the sole cause of it. “I-I’ll play,” he whined, lowering his head to hide, his amber eyes on you over his arm. You smiled, lowering it back to a mere 5.

‘Don’t piss me off,’ you mouthed, turning back to Peter and MJ to find they were, thankfully, still talking. 

You didn’t want to hear what any of them had to say when it came to Miguel and you, especially from MJ.

“The dweeb is going to play too,” you said, hastily gaining everyone’s attention. “Awesome, do you want to go around as ages? Whoever is the youngest goes first?” MJ suggested. “I think the oldest should go first,” you said with a wicked grin, knowing everyone would choose the latter since you, the queen bee, said so.

If your intuition was correct, which it always was, you sensed Miguel was older than the rest of you. His demeanor and rough look showed his maturity, and you couldn’t help but become a little aroused at the assumption.

“Fine. I’m 23,” MJ said, glancing over at Peter next. “25,” he replied, soon looking at you. “24,” you smiled before finally setting your eyes on the trembling male. His amber eyes shifted from all of your eager gazes. He cleared his throat, tanned cheeks a soft red. “26.” His voice, like usual, was deep and rather low, but you heard his answer loud and clear.

You were right...

The muscular geek was not only a disobedient lowlife, but he was older than you. ‘How fun?’ you thought, looking him up and down beside you. It made everything even sweeter.

“Well, you go first,” Peter said, motioning to Miguel with his head, his dark brown hair swaying with his slight movement. The dweeb gulped, merely sitting there for a while. It was for so long that you pondered if he had even played the common game before until he finally spoke.

“Never have I ever fallen asleep during a movie,” he muttered, keeping his gaze on the table.

'Of course, a boring one, like I thought.’ You groaned, nudging his arm. “Come on, that shit blows,” you said with an eye roll. “We want something steamy, hot…” You whispered, reaching over to caress his thigh under the table. He gulped, clenching his jaw and landing his large, calloused hand on yours to cease your movement. “Fine…” he said, turning to look at you in particular.

“Never have I ever walked in on someone without knocking.”

Miguel asked with a sly grin that surprised you greatly, and left you angry as hell. You growled, hearing Peter and MJ begin to discuss their answers. “Gosh, I walked in on one of the guys with their girlfriends in the locker room,” Peter sighed as MJ didn’t have an unfortunate occurrence happen to her, but not like you cared about either of them at the moment.

You glared at Miguel, his taunting smirk and stupid glasses adorning his face, the desire to slap them both off overwhelming your being.

You turned to see Peter already taking a swig of the metal flask, a grimace on his face after the drink. “Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have chosen the strong stuff,” he commented, glancing up at you. “Now, what about the Queen bee? Walked in on one of those baddies at your sorority house?” He inquired with a chuckle. You looked over at Miguel, his eyes narrowing as he watched you take the flask, gulping down a large mouthful of the liquor.

As Peter said, the shit was strong, and it took everything in you not to cough, suppressing the urge by clearing your throat. “No…” You replied, placing the flask back on the table and subtly looking over at Miguel before meeting your two associates' curious gazes. “Then what happened then?” MJ asked, deeply intrigued.

“Well, I walked in on someone jerking off.”

You noticed beside you, Miguel’s entire body became rigid on the booth; his hand squeezed yours under the table in a rather desperate way. He was begging you with the slight touch to cease any further words.

How cute…

You smirked at the feeling, loving how you had the dweeb filled with anxiety and nervousness about whether you'll spill his deep secret or not.

But you're only a bitch when you want to be…

“That’s all you get, though.” You laughed, causing cries of frustration to erupt, although you didn’t miss the sigh of relief that passed Miguel’s lips even though he was the one who called your bluff and dug his own grave.

“First round, and it seems Queen Bee and I are tied on who’s paying for our order.” Peter laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. “If it ever gets here,” MJ added with a groan.

“Even more of a reason to continue playing,” Peter said with a smirk. “But it seems as if it’s my turn, being 25 and all.” He said, sitting back against the cushions of the booth, humming in thought. “Ah, got one.” He commented with a grin.

“Never had I ever used a mirror during romantic intercourse.” He asked, his amber eyes looking around the table.

Of course, being the fun queen bee you were, you took the flask. “I mean, if you haven’t, you are missing out.” You grinned, taking another swig of the strong liquor, feeling the satisfying sting in the back of your throat when you placed the container back on the table. You could feel the heat radiating from Miguel’s body at the mention of you doing something so naughty.

You wouldn’t mind doing something like that with him only when he was ready…

A small blush spread across MJ’s cheeks at the erotic question. “I’ve always wanted to do it.” She said, bringing a smile to Peter's lips. He snaked an arm around her, caressing her arm as he spoke in a sultry and seductive voice. “Oh really? We can always try it after-

“Oh my gosh. Get a fucking room already.” You interrupted with a snicker, eyeing the two lovebirds. “Okay, okay,” MJ said with a giggle, eyes turning to Miguel who hastily dismissed it with a head shake.

Of course, the fucking dweeb doesn’t know how to have fun.

With you, he’ll know nothing else; you’ll make sure of it.

“Well, it’s your turn now,” MJ smiled. Finally, it was your turn, instantly thinking of a proposition that could really reveal some deep secrets about Miguel.

Something he's been hiding…

You sat back in your seat, pondering your answer when your eyes met Miguel. Just the sight of the massive male was making your brain sprout with ideas. Who knew how helpful he could be with just his mere presence?

Why not reward him for the assistance?

Subtly, you sat up, turning the vibrations up to a 7 while starting your round.

“Never have I ever had a sexual encounter in a public place and secretly liked it.”

You proposed, glancing over at Miguel, who was losing it. He gritted his teeth, lowering his head to try to hide his fluttering eyes and heavy pants, but your associates’ words surprised you. “Gosh, both of us,” you heard them say, drawing your attention from your puppy.

“Yeah, we did a vibrator challenge on each other, and we went to a mall,” Peter said with a smile and a head shake. “It wasn’t enjoyable with the many people around at the sudden bursts of pleasure, but overall…it was fun,” MJ added, snuggling into Peter’s chest.

You slowly nodded, retaining the idea for further use and glancing back at Miguel, who was shaking. You felt his hand on your thigh once more and soon his soft pats, as if he was a wrestler trying to tap out of the ring.

But you weren’t a merciful referee; he could endure it a little longer…

You leaned in close to him, pretending to reach down to pick up the pencil that had accidentally rolled off the table due to his squirming. “Lift your head and play the damn game,” you spat harshly into his ear as he frantically shook his head. “Fuck, I-I can’t,” he whined breathlessly. “Mierda, I’m close. I-I can’t,” he repeated, only making you smirk.

“Be a good puppy, hold it, and play the game, or I’ll raise it to the highest level,” you told him sternly, your fingers finding the pencil in the leather cushions. You soon rose, a smile on your lips as you placed the wooden tool onto the table. “Miguel, how about you?” you inquired in a sweet voice, the lovebirds finishing their swigs of the flask. “Done anything fun in public and secretly enjoyed it?” you asked, curious about how he'd answer and respond.

Like a good doggy, he lifted his head as you commanded. His dark, hazy eyes looked between the three of you before simply reaching over and taking a swig of the flask.

“Fucking hell!? The nerd knows fun!” Peter commented with a laugh, while the rest of you looked on in astonishment. Miguel placed the flask down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Explain,” you urged, nudging him with a kick under the table. He jolted, shooting you a subtle glare, causing you to raise an eyebrow, reaching over for your phone when Miguel gave you a gentle squeeze of desperation. “Okay…” he began, exhaling and trying to regain his composure while holding back his release and being heavily stimulated.

“I was getting a-a handjob under the table…i-in a diner similar to this,” he said, making you smile, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “T-The girl was fucking rude and mean, but h-had skilled hands. Very skilled hands.” He gulped, avoiding your eyes while he spoke. “But t-that’s pretty much it. I liked it...Who wouldn't," Miguel said, looking down at his lap and leaving the table speechless.

You didn’t know whether to be flattered, angry at his description of you, or apathetic. A burning desire in your gut to simply drag him to the bathroom of Mama’s diner and see just how good his cock would feel inside of you.

But overall, the geek had surprised you with his answer, this being the only time he had spoken his mind and said his true thoughts since he sat down at this fucking booth.

“Damn, sounds hot,” MJ said, making you turn your attention from your loyal puppy to her. “Wish I had the guts like that rude girl you described. I could never.” She said lowly, bringing a wave of pride over you. Her compliment only fueled your already replete ego.

After the steamy encounter that Miguel explained to the group, it was now MJ’s turn. However, just when she was about to speak, her phone pinged with a message. She glanced down at the glowing screen, her eyebrows instantly furrowing. “Oh my gosh, babe, we have to go. I’m needed at the university.” She quaked, turning her blue eyes upon you. “I’m so sorry to pause the game and leave so early.” She apologized, hastily standing up from the booth alongside her ride, and boyfriend, Peter.

“I can only assume it's for the newspaper, so I’ll let it slide,” you told her as she thanked you, swiftly scurrying past and exiting Mama’s diner. Peter watched with a chuckle, tucking his hands into his red varsity jacket, standing beside you at the table.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing you around, Queen Bee,” he smirked, suddenly taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You raised an eyebrow, a smile forming upon your glossy lips. Prior to pulling away, he held his soft lips upon your skin for a moment longer and gave your knuckles an affectionate caress with his thumb, meeting your eyes. “Call me anytime.” He whispered, giving you his signature charming smile and wink that made every person on campus faint and die on the spot before leaving behind his girlfriend.

You couldn’t lie; you were a little shocked at Peter’s forwardness.

You’ve noticed his interest in the great Queen Bee—who isn’t—but he had a girlfriend, and unfortunately for him…

You don’t like to share…

Many whiny groans and the sound of loud buzzing brought you from your thoughts as you turned to look at Miguel in the corner to see something even more astonishing than Peter’s previous advances.

Miguel was panting, breathing heavily with his head pressed against the back of the leather booth. His black denims were drawn down, revealing his strained cock and the beautiful red and blue vibrator ring around his base. His eyes rolled uncontrollably behind his glasses, his mouth agape while he rambled in a blend of Spanish and English.

You could only make out the English phrases and words he uttered, which mostly were pleas and begs, all desiring one thing and one thing only.

“Please—ay cono. Let me cum. Please, let me cum."

He implored incessantly, his words so full of need and desperation. You could tell he was slowly losing it; the pleasure was blinding him, and he was only at level 7. You were hoping to try the highest level on him, but maybe another time…

You didn’t want to completely ruin your new puppy…

You leaned towards him, running a finger over his sticky tip, tracing patterns across it. He whined and squirmed in his seat at your touch. “Aww, you want to stop playing already? I wanted to try level 10.” You told him with a fake pout. He frantically shook his head, gasps of air passing his parted lips. “Goodness, no. Please, I-I can’t take any more.” He begged so perfectly that you almost allowed him to.

Well,

Almost…

“I’ll let you cum on one condition,” you proposed, taking his chin in your fingers and turning him to meet your eyes. His eyes fluttered, his hands found your wrist, grabbing on tightly to stabilize himself. His face was flushed, his defined cheeks a rosy red, and his forehead covered with beads of sweat. He looked adorable, practically begging you with his hooded doe eyes to allow him to cum. You smirked, caressing his chin.

“Tell me you are my little puppy and sweeten the deal with a cute little bark.”

You giggled, eliciting a growl that came out more like a groan. “A-Are you serious?” he panted, making your smile only broaden. “Very, and I’ll only raise the level of the vibrator if you don’t,” you said with a grin, loving the look of defeat that covered his face. “Shit,” he cursed, looking away.

“No, eyes on me.”

You sternly said, hastily yanking his chin back towards you. He clenched his jaw, making eye contact with you once more. His amber orbs were full of anger, but his desire to be relieved of the vibrator and finally be granted his satisfying release led him to speak what you wanted.

“I-I’m your… l-little… 

Puppy.”

He uttered reluctantly through shaky moans as you waited patiently for the best part of his whole confession. He growled, shaking his head. “I’m not barking.”

You huffed, giving him a stern look. “Do I have to threaten you again about that video? How about I take that little vibrator and give it to the dean instead?” you said with an evil grin. “It has your… essence all over it. Wouldn’t be hard to discover it’s yours.” You cackled. He scowled, gazing up at you through breathy moans. “You are s-such a bitch.”

“Are you sure? You are looking more like a bitch than me right now,” you spat with a laugh, piercing your nails into his chin. “Now be my good little puppy and bark.” You demanded once more, eyes trained on his furious and flushed face.

You watched Miguel resist you as hard as he could. He put up such a fight, remaining silent to disobey for a good while, but just like any wild dog, they break, they snap...

They submit.

So, it didn’t take long before the most satisfying sounds filled your ears.

“Woof…Woof.”

A wave of satisfaction overcame you, akin to taking a refreshing sip of a chocolate milkshake on a hot day. Your glossy lips pulled into a smile, feeling completely overjoyed as you stared at your official new lapdog. “Gosh, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” you promised, caressing his chin affectionately. Miguel’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and his entire face turned red; even his cock frantically throbbed around the pulsating ring.

Like a dog wagging his tail, he seemed to like that idea very much...

You wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking him at a fast pace while the ring continued to buzz against him. “Be a good boy and cum for me,” you whispered. “Make me proud, puppy,” you told him, kissing along his jawline and earning a loud groan to erupt from his throat. His hips left the seat, meeting your fist with each thrust upwards. “Oh yes. Fuck,” he cried through closed eyes.

The leather booth began to creak loudly at his frenzied movement, his cock sliding in and out of your palm, completely slick with his precum. You could feel how powerful the vibrations were on his sensitive shaft whilst he continued to fuck your fist.

“Shit, shit, I’m cumming,” he groaned, before a loud guttural, deep moan erupted from deep within his chest, his thick, muscular thighs quivering. Veins bulge along the underside of his abdomen upon his climax, and with one final thrust into your hand, he shot his white, creamy load.

And the four-eyed male just kept impressing you over and over again.

His release seemed to be endless. More and more of his seed dripped from his slit, coating your hand and the buzzing toy. The vibrating ring and your fisting only seemed to milk him completely, causing him to whimper and whine uncontrollably, continuing to paint his shaft, your hand, his beige sweater, and the leather seats in his essence.

When he was finished, you took in the huge mess he’d made with a grin. “Look at what you’ve done,” you purred, grabbing a few napkins to clean your hands. Miguel didn’t respond, only babbling softly, his words unintelligible.

You laughed at his thoroughly satisfied expression, finding it utterly adorable how fucked-out he looked. You relieved him of the vibrator, turning it off and removing it from his swollen shaft, the toy completely coated with his sticky fluids. 

You smirked, eyeing the white-coated ring; it was so enticing that you couldn't help but bring the toy to your mouth to give it a taste. Like savoring the sweetness of honey on a wand, you ran your tongue along the vobrator, humming in ecstasy.

Your eyes fluttered at the taste. His seed was different—something you couldn't quite put into words, but an essence you'd definitely want more of in the future, something you had to taste straight from the source.

After sucking the ring clean, you placed it into your bag and slid closer to Miguel. His eyes were still closed, his chest heaving up and down while his body spasmed—small tremors spreading through his massive being.

You turned his face towards you, a finger resting under his chin. His eyes fluttered open to meet your satisfied gaze. “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself, puppy,” you whispered, an airy chuckle passing his lips at your words. “I had no choice… 

So I might as well enjoy it,” 

He muttered breathlessly, his response made you even prouder. Your little puppy was understanding the game—the fun. You couldn’t help but love the dork even more.

You leaned closer to him, your nose brushing against his. 

“Finally… you are starting to get it,” you uttered, pressing a rough and searing kiss to his mouth. Miguel, completely exhausted and shocked, instantly lost the fight, giving you control.

You devoured his mouth hungrily, his plush lips feeling just right and tasting even better as your tongue entered his parted lips. He groaned, kissing you back, but not enough to dominate nor challenge you, which you adored so much.

You kissed him until you were satisfied, sucking his lips until they were pink and swollen, and tasting his mouth with your tongue. You then pulled away from his enticing lips, both of you panting heavily. You looked him over with a smirk, patting his head and running your manicured fingers through his coffee-brown hair, and to your satisfaction, he didn’t pull away—either from weariness or pure enjoyment, it seemed your puppy had accepted his role. 

But you couldn’t be so sure…

You smiled, sliding out of the booth and picking up your $500 Prada bag from the seat. His amber eyes were full of confusion as he looked you over. You met your adorable lapdog’s gaze, standing before him in your lavish clothes—a white crop top, pink Gucci jacket, skirt, and heels.

You gave him a sly grin, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Clean yourself up and have my homework done by 10. 

I want you at my sorority house tonight,” 

You smirked, watching his tanned cheeks turn a deep red. Your eyes took him in one last time, taking in his little mess, his flustered and stunned expression, softened cock, massive body, and those dorky glasses.

 All of that and so much more was yours now.

All yours…

“See you then,” you giggled, blowing him a kiss, and turning on your pink high heels, leaving the dork flabbergasted.

You swung open the door of Mama’s diner, stepping out onto the sidewalk and into the bustling streets of Nueva York. You put on your pink heart-shaped shades, the evening sun beaming upon your face, as an unshakeable smile adorned your glossy lips.

You were excited, no, delighted. 

You had discovered something better than a measly assistant that you had desired before. 

You had a permanent peasant, a puppy who was none other than the outcast of your college—the student at the bottom of the student hierarchy and hated by all was officially yours. 

And you couldn’t wait to have so much more fun with your little bitch boy, Miguel O’Hara.

Your new lapdog...

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Mattheo Riddle x reader 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎：in search of the perfect way to mess with Theodore Nott, his enemy, Mattheo Riddle decides he needs to win over his girlfriend, who just so happens to be you 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈：toxic!theo, kinda abusive relationship between reader and Theo, mentions of fighting and blood, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, cheating both ways, lmk if I missed anything MDNI!!! ��🔞

It was no secret that you and Theo were dating. The promise ring he gave you was beautiful, and caught your relationship lots of attention. Or maybe it was the hickeys that seemed to be permanently marked on the skin of your neck, the giver obvious to anyone who saw you two walking together. Theo always had his arm around your neck or waist, occasionally holding hands, walking you to each class and kissing you deeply before letting you go, for anyone to see.

Your peers would talk about you two, naming you the best couple of their year, saying how they envied your so called love. Little did they know how Theo would control your every action, word, and emotion. He carefully prepared how he would carry your books, and kiss you in the halls. How you two would walk together, attend parties held in the common room together, study together, everything you needed to say to keep the image he created. After all, he had the girl everyone wanted, so he needed to show off his prized possession. Even the hickeys he gave you were planned, for fucks sake!

When you dragged your body into your bed every night, feeling the smooth material of your sheets, you would think about how nothing felt real to you. It felt like a trap. Each night you conjured up a version of Theo that you had fallen in love with to keep you sane. Instead of controlling, he was so deeply in love with you that he needed to be with you all the time. In your little fantasy he actually loved you and everything was okay. As that image played in your mind, you would fall asleep.

Mattheo Riddle saw through his facade, however. He saw the fake, plastic-seeming image he had made for himself. He and Theo had hated each other for a few years, after a series of fights and arguments. Theo had this habit of insulting his name and who his father was, stealing his weed several times, and tricking Mattheo’s ex-girlfriend into having sex with him. So, of course his mind was filled with ideas for revenge when he found out Theo was cheating on his girlfriend. One night, at a party in the Slytherin common room, a very drunk Lorenzo spilled Theo’s biggest secret: he would drive a few hours to meet up with different girls, fuck them, then come back to kiss his girlfriend’s cheek, whispering how he loved her. Mattheo willed himself to keep a straight face. Surrounded by vibrant green light, his house’s colour, he gently pushing past Lorenzo to find Theo. His step was slightly off, his vision blurring a bit as he looked around. Although his eyes weren’t exactly providing a perfectly clear view, he spotted Theo’s figure, a distinctive shape in his mind. His hair, sharp cheekbones that were accentuated by the contrasting lighting, and height seemed to be easily distinguishable from everyone else, at least to Mattheo.

Once he laid his eyes on his enemy, he quickly manoeuvred his way through the crowd, feeling another surge of determination run through him when he saw you on his arm. He stopped in his tracks, a sudden logic changing his plan. He quickly turned and retreated to his dorm to formulate a map of what he would do. He needed to hit Theo hard, right where it hurt.

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Potions was not your favorite class by a long shot. Nothing ever made any sense to you, the instructions on the book refusing to transfer to your mind. The potions you made were always far from what they were supposed to be, if they hadn’t already exploded or evaporated. Mattheo happened to be in the same class as you, and after his new found information, he noticed you in many of his classes. He would watch you as you frustratedly huffed and groaned, adding ingredients into your cauldron. He laughed to himself, and as you turned to look at him with a glare on your face, he knew it was time to put his plan into motion.

He set his potion making aside and took long strides to get to your table directly in front of his own. He placed his forearm on the table to lean on while facing you.

“Not doing too good, are you sweetheart?” He asked, a smirk gracing his features. He gained a special confidence whenever he talked to girls, sure in his attractiveness. You knew about the conflict between your boyfriend and Mattheo, but he was always friendly to you, despite your position in his enemy’s life, so you had nothing against him. “No. I swear to god, my book is in another language.” You sighed, trying to seem nice. You smiled when he did, noting how pretty it was. “You know, I can help you if you want. This is my best class.” He offered, inching closer to you.

“Really? That would be lovely.” You replied. You were surprised to hear that. Everyone knew Mattheo was not a good student. He nodded, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, the bell rung and Theo came marching into the room, looking for you. He always got out of his classes early to go to yours, waiting to escort you to your next destination. Mattheo smirked as he made eye contact with him, ready to face whatever Theo could do. He was almost running towards you, your expression shocked as your heart pounded in your chest. You had only witnessed a few of their fights, surely only a small fraction of them, but each one you saw was brutal, only ending when both of them were bleeding profusely. Theo didn’t say anything, and neither did Mattheo, just staring at each other. Theo must have understood the look Mattheo was trying to convey with his eyes, a look of knowing, a threat. You watched in fear as they kept eye contact, waiting for the inevitable first punch.

Suddenly Theo brought his eyes to you as you packed up your things, taking them from you. He slightly raised his hand and you flinched to cover your face, and he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you with him. Mattheo stood there as you walked away, replaying the image in his head of the way you flinched at Theo’s movement. Another layer worked itself into his plan as he watched you two leave. He felt like he needed to save you. He moved back to his table and packed his things before heading to his next class, which you happened to share.

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In class, he didn’t see you. You didn’t even come in late. Mattheo was a little suspicious, his mind wandering to the possibilities of what was going on with you. His first thought was that you and Theo were fucking, but that shifted to Theo yelling at you, lecturing you about not talking to his enemy. He briefly thought about Theo possibly hurting you, remembering how you flinched like he was going to hit you. He decided he was going to check on you when he could, explaining the idea to himself, saying it would help him get in your pants.

In the mean time, he tried to entertain himself by throwing paper planes at unsuspecting peers.

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A few days later, Mattheo still waited to take action. When you had classes together, you avoided him, when he tried to talk to you, you kept it small. You didn’t show it on your face, but it sent a pang to your heart whenever he tried to talk to you. You felt rude, especially after he was nice to you.

Theo had given you strict instructions to not speak to Mattheo, and you obeyed to some extent. You decided that you wouldn’t ignore him if he talked to you, but that was as far as it would go.

Whenever he talked to you, he was very sweet. Always offering you something and smiling. You wondered what the sudden change was in his new interest in your company. You were wary of what he might be planning, but after a while you stopped the investigation and started enjoyed spending time with him. He kept good on his word and helped you in potions, which you appreciated, and always passed notes to you in class, as well as always offering to partner with you for every project or assignment. You slowly grew fond of him, feeding into his plan unknowingly.

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As a few weeks went by as Mattheo’s friend, so came the weekends. This was when Theo would leave for almost all of Saturday and Sunday, claiming he was out drinking and hanging out with friends. In reality, he was meeting with the girls he regularly hooked up with. You never suspected that of him, because you trusted him, and the way he would control you led you to believe he was solely invested in you. While Theo spend most of his time with you, he also had a life outside of your relationship. He would hang out with his friends, causing trouble and creating problems. He got into a lot of fights and got blackout drunk regularly, which you hated, but knew you couldn’t change. He lived wildly, reckless. But it was all just a cover up.

You were staying in Theo’s room this weekend, as he requested, reading on his bed when you heard knocking on the door. You got up to walk to the door, practicing how you would greet this person and explain that Theo was gone during the short walk. You were surprised to open the door and see Mattheo, but still gave him the practiced speech.

“Theo isn’t here, but I can tell him you stopped by.” You offered, still holding the door open to show him you were the only one there.

“Oh, I know.” He smirked, gently walking forward to get into the room. You let him in and closed the door behind you, curious about why he was here.

“What’s up?” You asked, standing and facing him.

He took a few seconds before answering, slowly pulling his body to yours. You took a step back for every one he took forward, slowly backing yourself into the door.

“I wanted to see you.” He drawled, still stepping towards you. He braced his hands on both sides of you, trapping you between his arms. “Can I touch you, baby?” He asked, noting your heavy breathing and the blush on your cheeks.

“You know I have a boyfriend.” Was all you could say. You had to admit, he was very handsome. But so was Theo. You debated your options. You had wanted to break up with Theo for a while, but was this the right way to do that?

“Yes.” You said, confident in your decision.

He gently grabbed your face, caressing your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat at his other hand reached for your waist, massaging the skin under your shirt.

”What are you doing?” You asked. You were afraid to touch him, your body stiff in his grasp. Even as he caressed your soft skin, you felt shy.

“Mmm.” Was all he said before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned as soon as you felt his lips on your throat, your touch starved body finally melting into his touch. You grasped your skirt in your hands as he continued to kiss you.

He laughed as he heard you, starting to suck the soft skin under his lips. Everything he did was so slow, making you crave him more and more. You brought your hands up to hold the back of his neck, rubbing the area under your thumbs.

“I bet he doesn’t fuck you.” He said teasingly, breathing the words into your skin.

“He does.” You shakily protest, trying not to moan again as he softly bit down. You couldn’t remember the last time you and Theo had sex, however. Actually, you could. You recall how he made you suck his dick before fucking you, not making you cum once.

“Really? Because your body is telling me otherwise.” He cockily replied, bringing his face from your neck to finally face you. You groaned when he moved his lips from you, only spurring him on.

“Please, Mattheo.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. You felt slightly embarrassed at his discovery.

“Please what? Actually make you cum? Give your pretty pussy some release? Make you feel good?” He asked, leaning in to brush his lips over yours. You whined against him, tired of the teasing and unsure of what to say. You wanted him so bad now, but you already had Theo. What would he think about you fucking his enemy? You debated the different options in your head, chewing on your lip.

“Use your words, princess.” He said, biting your lip gently. You moaned, finally giving in.

“Please make me cum. Theo never has.” You laugh, thinking of how unskilled he was. He laughed too, and brought his hand under your skirt.

“When I do, you’ll be mine.” He says before sliding his hand into your underwear and gently rubbing his finger through your folds. You moaned and tightly grabbed his shoulders as he found your clit and very softly rubbed it, the pad of his finger barely touching you.

“Can you say that for me? Say you’ll be mine, then I’ll make you come.” He says, holding you still as you tried to grind down on his hand. You whine again, looking into his eyes.

“I’ll be yours. Please.” You said, giving him what he wanted. He groaned at your words, finally putting pressure on your clit, slowly circling it. You let out a little sound of pleasure at the action, your head falling back onto the door with a thud. As his thumb played with the bundle of nerves, his index finger slowly trailed down to tease your hole. You clenched when you felt him there, and he let out a soft chuckle when he felt your movement.

“Needy, are we?” He playfully asked, slowly inserting his finger into you. You moaned and clenched around his finger as he held it still inside you.

“Please, Mattheo.” You moaned out again, filled with need and lust. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to release every rub of your clit and thrust of his finger. You clenched around it again, trying to distract yourself from the strong sensation.

“I’ll do whatever you ask. Just say the word, gorgeous.” He groaned against you, imagining what your cunt would feel like around his dick. He continued his movements, slowly adding his middle finger into your entrance, preparing you for his cock. You could barely take one of his fingers, so getting a second one in was a struggle. You whined in discomfort at the additional stretch, leaning your head into his neck and biting the collar of his shirt.

“I know it hurts, but I need to warm you up for my dick, love.” He explained. The thought made you shiver. You hadn’t been fucked good in months, and Mattheo seemed promising so far. You slowly felt your climax approaching as the pain subsided to pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” You told him, moving your face to kiss his neck. The moan he let out at your kiss spurred you on as you started to leave a hickey on the supple skin. “Yes, mark me.” He stated, relishing in your company. He felt lucky that he got to fuck you, a stunning, funny, sweet witch. He felt his member twitch in his pants at the thought.

“I’m cumming.” You breathed out as you released in his fingers. He stopped his movements after he thought you were completely finished, collecting your cum on his fingers before slowly pulling them out. He looked at the mess covering his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste your juices. You eagerly watched as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue, and he smirked when he saw you watching. He pulled away from you briefly to undress, and you followed suit, both of you naked and staring at each other.

“You’re so beautiful my dear.” He said, holding your hand. You smiled at him, pulling him closer to kiss his lips.

Without a word, he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist and manoeuvred his dick to your sweet cunt. You both watched as your bodies connected, his tip slowly disappearing past your folds. It hurt for a bit, your body stretching to fit him, and he waited patiently for your cue to move. When you opened your eyes and looked at him pleadingly, he knew you were ready.

He started thrusting at a steady pace, watching your expressions and body to try to understand you. When he saw no sign of distress, he started to move faster. Your body was banging against the surface of the door as he fucked you, feeling pure bliss. When he hit a particular spot deep inside you, you let out a loud moan, tightly gripping the back of his head between your fingers.

“Did that feel good? Is that your favorite spot?” He asked, intentionally trying to angle himself to hit it again and again.

You could only nod, your mouth open while releasing pleasured sounds. Every time he hit it, you would reward him with sharp squeals and a few clenches around his cock.

He started rubbing your clit, adding to the building pleasure inside you.

“I’m so close, baby. Are you?” He breathed out between pants, and you could feel it. The muscles of his abs clenched under you and his dick twitching inside you.

“Mhm.” Was all you could muster, his movements blocking your thoughts from becoming words. As he watched you, sweat falling down your face, mouth open, letting out continuous moans and sighs, he could only think about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, please.” You shouted as you did just that, releasing around his cock. He grunted and came with you, filling you up and placing his forehead on yours. You breathed in sync for a while before you kissed him deeply. He groaned into your mouth, roaming his hands around your body. Almost reluctantly, he pulled you off of him and set you down.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. Your legs felt a little wobbly as you followed him. Once in the bathroom, he reached to grab a towel and wet it. When he turned back to you, he watched as his cum dripped out of you and down your leg. You followed his gaze and laughed softly as he groaned.

“You don’t know how hot that is, darling.” He said, rubbing his hand over his face. He focused himself and bent down so he was face to face with your legs, and wiped away the evidence of his pleasure. You smiled down at him, gently grabbing his hair. You could get used to this.

_________________ This is my first post on this app, so I know it’s probably not the best. Please let me know any writing tips or errors I made or anything. I hope you enjoyed!

[prodbymaui]

Guilty Pleasure

before this night is over, I want you in my arms

PAIRING: na jaemin x reader

GENRE: celebrities in love

WORD COUNT: 931 words

WARNINGS: mentioned edging, public sex (?), voyeurism

SYNOPSIS: Just the ideal couple enjoying each other's warmth on a cold night.

A/N: my first dream fic on this blog, yay! I hope you enjoy this one <3 tell me your thoughts! (this is just another surge of a brainrot so don't mind the grammatical errors and lack of plot + porn)

Escaping the after-party of this big celebration for a minute was out of the equation. You're one hell of a party-goer and, obviously, has a knack for parties which is why you haven't thought of getting out of here even for a mere second to breathe. But one text from your loving boyfriend and you're already excusing yourself from the dance floor.

JM: Where are you, love?

Spotting Jeno not far where you stand, you quickly stride towards him, steps careful not to trip on your favorite heels. You exchange pleasantries with a slap on his arm. ''Where's Jaemin?''

The man comically flinch in surprise, turning around. ''Well, hello to you too. He's out in the back. Do you want me to accompany you?''

Shaking your head, you wave your hand dismissively, sending him a 'thanks' before heading out to finally meet your boyfriend. There Jaemin is, clicking on his phone with his blazer hanging on his left arm, his dress shirt opened until the fourth button.

You don't know whether it's the alcohol in your system that is responsible for the quivering of your legs or something else. The light emitting from his phone enables you to get a view of his adonis face. It's definitely something else.

Your heels clacks the ground but the music coming from inside of the building overpowers it. Jaemin looks a bit surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face on his chest. There isn't much of a height difference between you but the warmth of Jaemin's body has been a comfort area for you ever since.

He places his blazer on your naked shoulders before sneaking his arms underneath it, hugging your waist. ''Bless me with some words next time, will you? I was about to whip those arms away thinking it was someone else.''

You let out a breathy chuckle, slapping Jaemin's bicep lightly before gripping the fabric of his dress shirt. Humming, you close your eyes as you let your lips touch the skin of Jaemin's neck, placing sweet pecks on areas you could reach without moving too much.

Looking up, you meet the loving eyes of your boyfriend that speaks a thousand words; I adore you. I cherish you. I want this to last forever.

You couldn't help but smile shyly at the amount of fondness in Jaemin's eyes. Caressing the side of his face, you tip-toe to place a kiss on his slightly chapped lips. It isn't even a second after the first one when you lean in for the second time, deeper this time.

Jaemin's hands grips your waist a little tighter, head bowing to force his tongue inside your mouth as you gasp for air. Jaemin licks everywhere he can, biting on your lower lip before moving on to suck on your tongue. Your lipstick smudges but Jaemin thinks it only makes things better.

With the little bits of his sanity, Jaemin is able to hear the slow music that is being played at the party. He takes this as a chance to move your body along with his, swaying you side to side while he pours out his feelings into the kiss you are sharing.

For the paparazzis who's watching you right now, this is surely a private moment worth the risk of invading. A former child teen star and her best friend turned into lover sharing a sweet kiss after they escape the chaotic party to enjoy each other's presence? This will truly make the headlines and bring them a lot of cash. Everyone loves a sweet moment from famous celebrities!

Anyone who would see the pictures are gonna be filled with adoration mixed with envy as they watch Jaemin, the ever-so-boyfriend-material, hug you tight in the midst of the cold night while whispering what seem to be sugary words on your ears.

Well, it is partially true. Indeed, these are some sugary and sweet words but no one knows it is partnered with sensual and dirty connotations. They don't know that the reason for your shaking legs isn't the cold. They don't know the real reason behind Jaemin's charming smile. They don't know the actual words being whispered.

Jaemin's fingers works on swiping his phone underneath the blazer he lent you. ''Are you gonna cum for me, pretty? Right here where the media can possibly catch us? Oh, how dirty you are, darling. I don't have to do much to have you fucked out in my arms. Look at those legs going jelly over a toy vibrating inside your pussy. You're falling apart. God, you're so beautiful.''

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and your tongue lols out. Jaemin turns your back in any possible angle your face can be seen, covering you. The graph in his screen curves up courtesy of his fingers.

''You've held in so well, darling. Come for me. Just like that. There we go. Such a good girl, always a good girl for me.'' Placing a kiss on top of your head, Jaemin brushes your hair soothingly.

Your boyfriend stops swaying your bodies and steadies you in his arms because if it weren't for his hand on your waist, you would drop down to the floor the moment you came.

Still couldn't believe what happened, you pinch Jaemin's nipple through his dress shirt. ''Aww--''

''That's what you get for edging me for an hour and making me cum on public.''

Jaemin chuckles lowly. ''Isn't that great, love? Another box to tick off our list--''

Yep, no one can definitely know about this.

[starsandgutters]

On this Kevin being hopelessly gone for Aaron Wednesday could I ask for a little bit of KateKevAaron AU (post canon, still at PSU) please?

You can have Kevin being especially pathetic this week 😌 in the spirit of the day 🤭 (nsfw-ish vibes but nothing explicit)

2. KateKevAaron

Aaron shrugs his jacket off and hangs it over the desk chair. He turns away from Kevin, pulling his shirt over his head. Whenever he’s in to get settled for the evening, he always changes into his pjs. Doesn’t matter that he’s still just wearing a t-shirt with pyjama trousers, he specifically changes into one of the t-shirts he wears to bed whenever he’s just relaxing around the dorm. Kevin steals a glance at him over the top of his book.

The pale expanse of Aaron’s back slides into view, but as he pulls his shirt over his head, long, pink scratch marks are revealed over his shoulders and upper back. The sight of them hits Kevin with conflicting emotions. There is a part of him that finds it extremely hot. He thinks about Aaron fucking Katelyn, about how good he must have been making her feel for her to scratch at his back like that. He thinks about his own nails scratching over Aaron’s skin. He keeps them relatively short, so he probably wouldn’t leave the same kind of marks. That has him thinking of what ways he could leave his mark on Aaron.

Alongside this, there is also a bitter twist of envy. Of course he knew what Aaron was doing last night when he told Kevin he was going to stay at Katelyn’s dorm. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that they would be having sex, but it is one thing to be aware of it as a concept, another thing entirely to have the proof of it laid out right in front of him. The height of Kevin’s sexual exploits these days are jerking off to his smutty exy novels whenever he manages to get some time alone in the dorms. He knows he could probably pull someone if he wanted, but he also knows how quickly that could go wrong, and his reputation has been sullied enough over the last few years. He doesn’t need to be getting one as a playboy on top of it all.

Not that he really wants to hook up with random people. He’s not sure how much he trusts anyone, and it would be something he has to do alone. Go out and meet someone, and then go to a second location with them. Kevin can do things on his own now, has gotten a lot better, especially with things that are already familiar to him, but he still doesn’t like doing new things by himself. There are so many reasons that feels like it would end in disaster.

So instead he is being tragic and pathetic and pining over his roommate. Who is both straight and taken. Of course. Why not?

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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*wipes sweat off brow* 126 for Vampires!

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By the time they make it to the apartment in Boyle Heights, it’s too late. The young man is dead.  It doesn’t take much from Hen and Chim to determine that. Police are on the scene moments later, because it’s pretty clear this is a crime. 

He was butchered. 

Wooden stakes lay scattered on the floor around the guy’s corpse. Some are splintered and broken off. There’s blood everywhere. So much of it, pooling out of various puncture wounds across the guy’s body. This is not the easiest way to kill a person. A person who Buck presumes must have been a vampire. No, this was targeted. Angry. Hateful. 

A reminder of the risk telling anyone about Eddie had posed. The more people who know, the more likely someone like this finds out. 

“Oh, looks like Buckley was here,” Andy, the new guy, jabs when they walk in on the body.

Bobby whirls on him before Buck has the chance. 

“Another word like that and I’ll end your career.” 

Andy doesn’t say a thing after that.

They leave soon after. There’s nothing for them to do. They came because he’d been alive when he called 9-1-1, frantic and asking for help. He hadn’t explained the nature of his wounds. It looks like he must have pulled the stakes from his body. If he’d left them in, they might have been able to save him. 

He texts Maddie to update her. She was the one who took the call. She’ll want to know how it ended. 

That’s so horrible.

Is Maddie’s reply. 

He said his name was Curtis. He was twenty-two. Just a kid really. 

Buck resists the urge to reply with see? See why I didn’t tell you? 

After texting Maddie, he sends Eddie a quick message. He has a missed call from him and wants to make sure everything is okay. 

He’s sitting in the back of the engine, beside Hen, who gives his arm a reassuring, gentle squeeze when she sees the tense, almost nauseated look on his face. From their angle, Buck can see that Bobby is also engrossed in his phone. There’s a wide-eyed, concerned look on his face. 

He turns around to look at Buck, face tight. Buck is about to ask him what the problem is when Eddie texts him back. 

May collapsed when we were out. She’s healed. She’s normal again. 

Buck thinks his ears genuinely start to ring. He looks back at Bobby, who just gives a little nod when he sees Buck’s expression. 

“Buck and I are going to run an errand in the battalion truck when we get back,” Bobby announces. “Hen, can you hold down the fort while we’re gone?”

Buck very subtly turns his phone screen for Hen to read. Hen’s eyes go big behind her glasses. 

“Uh, yes. Yes, of course, Cap.”

Buck thinks about the dead kid in the apartment. The brutality of his murder. Buck feels whiplash between two emotions; rage and heartache for this dead man, and immense relief for May. How strange that in the span of an hour, the day could go so wrong for one, and so well for another.

He has no idea how badly this thought will come back to bite him. 

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Eddie is sitting with May and Athena at their kitchen table when Bobby and Buck come practically bursting through the front door. After Eddie gave Athena a rundown of what happened - with police interrogation levels of specificity - it’s mostly been quiet. Everyone needs to process. Especially May. 

It’s strange. Eddie finds himself in the weird position of envying her and worrying for her. She looks genuinely shell shocked. Struggling to adjust to the old-new way her senses work, just like it had been a struggle when they were first infected. Except, without the uncontrollable bloodlust and impulsivity. Thank god for that. Eddie doesn’t miss the confusion. Not at all. But what would he do to wake up without this? A lot. He thinks he’d do an awful lot to be rid of it.

May springs to her feet when Bobby enters the room, chest pain clearly improving. 

“It’s true?” Bobby asks. Buck lingers behind him in the kitchen entryway. 

May nods, teary-eyed. 

“I don’t know why. It just… It just happened.”

Bobby strides over to May and wraps her in a big hug. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he says. “So, so glad."

Eddie gets the sentiment. Glad she’s cured. Glad collapsing hadn’t been something worse. Glad she made it out of that cafe without too many questions. There’s a lot to be glad for. Certainly, if it was Christopher in this position, Eddie would be too relieved for coherent thought. 

“Thank you,” May mutters, eyes watering, tucking her head into her shoulder.

They were always close before, Eddie thinks. May has always loved Bobby like a second father, with no reservations. But he thinks they seem closer now. That this horror has only woven them closer. He thinks he understands that too. He’s far too afraid to tell his own parents about this condition. If he could? If he had parents who’d protect him the way Athena and Bobby protect May? That would mean the world to Eddie. 

It doesn’t matter, though. He has Buck. He has Sophia. He has the 118 again. There are people who will protect Eddie, too. 

Buck walks around May and Bobby to where Eddie sits and puts a hand on his shoulder. 

“You good?” He asks quietly. 

Eddie nods. “It was a bit of a scramble to get her out of there quick enough that we beat the paramedics. Sorry if that was your call.”

He knows that’s not what Buck means by his question, but he’s not ready to get into any more complicated emotions right now. 

“It wasn’t,” Buck shakes his head. He scowls. Actually scowls. “We, uh… We came from a murder.”

“Oh?” Athena asks. 

“A hate crime,” Bobby says, pulling away from May, who takes her seat again. 

“Vampire?” May asks.

Buck nods. “Kid about your age in Boyle Heights. Staked.”

[letterex-fyofm]

analysing tskym using laufey's songs pt.1 - Magnolia

Magnolia, she could have anyone in the world Floats around town in a golden gown Born in a castle on a cloud

It's kind of late in my time zone, so this will be a short one!

It was very obvious - even before this panel - that Tadashi admired Tsukki. On their first meeting, Tadashi witnessed how Tsukki was capable of saying whatever he wanted in front of the bullies who had tormented Tadashi. He called them lame, without any hint of fear. It was three versus one, yet Kei didn't hesitate to speak his mind.

Magnolia, prettiest girl that I know Stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies Beautiful soul

And even after they discovered that Akiteru wasn't Karasuno's ace, Yamaguchi still admired Tsukki. It really shows how, despite Tsukki himself putting all his worth and his brother's on the supposed position Akiteru occupied in Karasuno, Tadashi thought Tsukki's coolness went far beyond that.

It's on the way he talks, and walks and stands. Yamaguchi wanted to be someone like that. And he oh so admired Tsukki - but he also envied him. Deeply.

How can I compete with her? Perfection is the only word I think of when I think of Magnolia

It's very possible that Yamaguchi has insecurities about his appearance. After all that bullying he endured as a kid, it wouldn't really be a surprise for anyone. Tsukki canonically is popular with girls, he receives tons of valentines letters, you get the gist. I don't think Yamaguchi is unpopular, but he definitely doesn't have the same popularity than his best friend.

Even if Tsukki is much more introverted, closed off - he still does better than him. Again, without even really trying.

And Yamaguchi gets it. Really, he gets it. Because he admires and thinks Tsukki is so cool exactly for those reasons. It wouldn't make sense if he got upset because others see the same he sees in Tsukki.

...but, still.

Magnolia, she can move oceans and rivers with ease A word from her lips, her sirens kiss Will send you straight into abyss

A major part of Yamaguchi's character is that he, unlike Hinata, Kageyama, unlike Tsukishima - he doesn't have that same...talent? Innate hability? Whatever it is, he doesn't have it at the start. Kageyama has been training his whole life. Hinata has been diligent for years and for that he has an amazing physique. Tsukki? He has the height and a great game sense.

Despite how much he would like to, Tadashi doesn't have that.

Magnolia, I wish she'd give her secrets away Enchants everyone and I think it'd be fun To be like her someday

And if he doesn't have that, well, it seems that there is no other way out of that other than working hard, right?

That is what makes Tadashi such a great character for me. People often say he is the most realistic, but I honestly think that characters like Tsukki are. Because Tadashi and Tsukki are different sides of the same coin. They both feel inferior. But the way Yamaguchi handles it is much more mature and freaking cool than Tsukki's.

Tsukki gave up. Tadashi didn't. Despite the great disadvantage he had, Tadashi didn't quit. Because he wants to be proud of himself.

And Tsukki...Kei has everything that Tadashi would like to have. He is cool, he is tall, he is hard skinned, he speaks his mind. And yet...and yet...

I do think that, despite how much he loved him, Tadashi had to be resentful of Kei at least for a moment. But not because of envy or jealousy, because Tadashi is the type of person that will work for what he wants.

It's because Tsukki doesn't try - and what used to be such a cool thing becomes lame. Because Tadashi knows that, deep down, Tsukki would like to be better.

That is what is so annoying. That is what is so frustrating. Because Tadashi would like to have those things but guess what? He does not. And who gives a damn? He'll just work and bust his ass until he gets them. That's it.

But Kei has everything, the smarts, the height, the passion...but he stops himself before he gets too carried away.

However, Tadashi trusts Tsukki will make it. It is evident by this panel how much Tadashi knows Tsukki will make it.

...

If anyone were to write tskym angst, I think this way would be great. Imagine being resentful to the person you love?

There's also one part of me that is sure that Tsukki also resented Tadashi simultaneously. I wrote a bit about that in one of my past posts, but I'll explain it better in the next one.

Thanks for reading!

[ruruumin]

1 — CHILDHOOD MEMORIES.

₊˚ ᗢ synopsis; getting over breakups is difficult. after your partner leaves you, you find comfort in your friends. when you least expected it, your childhood friend kazuha pulls you from the darkness.

⤷genres; modern college au, romance, and angst with comfort.

⤷masterlist; here.

A blond boy stares out at the playground with a pout. Still dressed in his childish formal clothes which consisted of a neat dress shirt and ocean-blue shorts, he watches in envy as the other children play tag. Had his parents not gone to a business meeting, he could have worn his bright red sneakers. Instead, he’s wearing uncomfortable shoes that scratch the back of his ankles. He wishes he can take them off and throw them into the nearest pond but he knows better than that. 

So he sits alone on the swings, unable to push himself forward and back. His legs were too short to touch the ground. He puffs out his cheeks in annoyance. He’s upset that he isn’t as tall as his other friend Tomo, who has already grown to the height where he can ride Goofy’s Flight School alone at Disneyland. Granted, the boy might have been older by two years yet that doesn’t stop him from feeling jealous. The blond can only hope that by the end of the week, he can grow a few more inches that will let him ride alone. 

“Don’t you know you need two people for a swingset?” A voice called out. They were high-pitched and squeaky. For a moment, he contemplated ignoring them. It might have just been some mouse talking from his deepest imagination. “Why are you here alone? Where are your friends?” 

He looks up to see you. A child not much older or taller. You had your hands on your hips, an expression of curiosity and disapproval painted across your face. He notes the way your clothes are simple. Shorts and what looks to be a comfy t-shirt with Snoopy blowing a heart-shaped bubble at the front. His so-called royal bloodline might have scoffed at what you were wearing today. But who cares about his bloodline? He certainly doesn’t. So he sulks when he stares at your white sneakers adorning your feet. How he would kill just to wear his regular shoes. 

“I just moved here. My mom and dad are talking to some strangers,” he answers. He wishes they could be here with him right now. They could have been the ones pushing him on the swings. Could have given him better shoes to wear so he could play with the other kids. Rather, one pipsqueak showed up and thought of themselves as clever.

“Oh, so you have no friends?” 

Did your parents ever teach you manners? He huffs to himself. What a rude comment. Of course, he has friends! He has Tomo! The boy who lives half a block away from him. The one that is somehow too busy fighting other kids with wooden toy swords. The weird one that always wears a purple scarf no matter how hot the summer days are. 

“No, I have friends.” The boy snaps, “He’s just not here today.” 

“Still alone?” 

“No!” 

You laugh, clutching onto your stomach as if you’ve heard the funniest thing in the world. He only grits his teeth and rolls his eyes at you. Sure, he was alone. However, he would rather drink pool water than admit that he was out here by himself. He wasn’t alone! You were alone! You and your stupid Snoopy t-shirt and cool white sneakers, you don’t even have anyone next to you! Heck, he hasn’t even seen you around this part of town! If anything, you’re the lonely one!

“What is your name?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you smile. This time, he notices how genuine it feels. Your lips don’t curve too high like older adults. They aren’t too low either to signify forcefulness. It seemed rather natural, to say the least. 

“Kaedehara Kazuha, but you can just call me Kazuha.” You drop your arms to the side and reach out to him, gesturing a handshake. He eyes it for a moment, seeing small bits of dirt cake the edges of your fingers. With another roll of his eyes, he decides to ignore it. 

As the two of you shake hands, you giggle. “That’s too long of a name.” 

Was his name that long for you? Sure, it might have been a mouthful for Tomo to pronounce but at least he got it right after the first sixteen tries. His father always told him that his name was sacred and that it was something he should feel proud of. Though, could he feel proud when some of his classmates can’t even pronounce it? They always mess up the last few syllables or end up just saying ‘hey you.’ 

He resists the urge to sigh. Sometimes he wishes he had an easier name. Maybe something simpler.

“Are you too lazy to say my name properly?”

Truthfully speaking, it wasn’t that hard to pronounce. You just wanted to mess with him because it seemed fun to toy with what might just be a rich kid on the block. You’ve had harder names to pronounce, like that boy Kunikuzushi, or his annoying sidekick Childe, otherwise known as Tartaglia or even Ajax. 

Kaedehara Kazuha didn’t seem too different. You point at him with a cheeky look, dismissing his look of displeasure, “I’ll just call you Kazu. It’s funny.”

“How is that funny?” 

“It’s like that instrument. The one that makes a honking noise.”

“A…kazoo?” He tries to stifle a laugh. Really? Did you want to name him after some stupid instrument that made the most obnoxious of noises? You were truly an interesting character.

“Yeah! Whatever that is!” 

But he liked it. It was simple. Easy to remember and say. 

[karolinswritings]

Hi 👋🏻 I’m so happy you’re writing fullmetal alchemist it’s really rare this days 😞 I really like to request envy x she/her reader who’s taller than him she is really kind and strong but doesn’t like hurting anyone or anything and thinks that every living being deserves to be treated with respect 🩷

Heyy ^^ Thank you for the request, I would like to recieve more requests for Envy!

Fullmetal Alchemist Envy Headcanons: Envy x fem reader who is taller than him, strong and kind

Envy can literally shape-shift, therefore he can change his height in an instant, if he wishes to. But, I don't think he would see a reason to change his height if reader is taller than him. His preferred height is not an insecurity for him at all.

He is very confident in his strength and her being strong would once again not be a problem for him at all. In fact, he would even prasie her for her strength.

But! Without underestimating how strong she is, he would always have the habit of making sure she doesn't carry heavy stuff, isn't over-working herself physically and etc when he is around.

Knowing Envy, he would be a bit taken aback by her kindness at first. He would be confused as to why someone so strong doesn't use that strength to her advantage? If someone bumps into her, instead of apologising to them, she could just hold them accountable, knowing she could easily make them learn their lesson if they act up. Why is she so nice?

Her being nice to animals makes him get quite fuzzy and warm on the inside. Watching her pet stray cats and feed them tasty food, be carefull not to step on snails and feeding birds. All that makes him feel kind of..warm for some reason. He himself isn't very sure what it is about it. He just feels at ease around someone like that.

If reader is nice to him before they get together he would be a little suprised, but if they meet and talk several times he would eventually get used to their kindness and not think about it too much, because whenever he does think about it, he can't help but feel all fuzzy and warm again. And he doesn't know what that weird feeling is. So, he would much rather ignore it.

But, ignoring the problem won't make it go away. In fact, it just got worse and worse, and Envy can definitely feel it. At some point, he can no longer hold back. He starts to overthink every decision he makes when it comes to her. Should he come over to see her today? At what time? He doesn't want to wake her up too early in the morning, but also no to keep them awake too late at night. Maybe he should bring something, he always visits empty handed. But he doesn't know what food or treats she likes.

When it comes to her good heart, every time she does something good for him, no matter how little it is it makes the homunculus uneasy and red-eared. Even just asking him about his day, his opinion on a movie or how he is feeling, he takes that gesture to heart.

To put it simply, being in love is confusing to Envy and makes him a bit too much of a tsundere. And naturally, the other homunculi also realise it pretty soon. The ones that do know about his free time activites, like maybe Lust or Gluttony, especially Lust, would say something of the sort, just to see him all flustered:

Lust: "Looks like Envy is head over heels for this little human girl he has been visitng~ She is cute cute, I don't blame him."

Envy, already feeling uneasy just by the tought of her: "..."

Gluttony: "Can I eat her?"

Envy: "NO!"

[apoptoses]

Armand/Daniel/Marius

He rested his head easily, laying down curled up. Soft sweet, Marius envied this moment, envied the easy intimacy he hadn't had, the tenderness in his half closed eyes.

He rested his head easily, laying down curled up. Soft, sweet. Marius envied this moment, envied the easy intimacy he hadn't had, the tenderness in his half closed eyes. Armand cleaved to Daniel, curled around him before the fire like a vine curled around the trunk of a tree; clinging to it and then, with time, becoming one living being.

"You're staring, Marius," Pandora murmured.

He shrugged her hand off his shoulder. Folded his arms over his chest and refused to meet her eyes, for he knew what he would find there; the mirth that made him feel so very much like a child.

"It's not my fault they flaunt themselves all over the chateau," Marius replied. "Am I to be held accountable for looking at what's in front of me?"

"Flaunt!" Pandora's laugh rang out like a bell. "You're so ridiculous when you're jealous, do you know that?"

"I never said I was jealous."

The entry to the great common room was a wide arch, with enough space for Pandora to lean against the opposite side of the door frame, not touching him but close enough to feel the heat of her. A sidelong glance told Marius she was mimicking his posture, arms folded beneath her breasts, head cocked as she took in the domestic scene taking place on the opposite end of the room. She did that at times. At first he had thought it was ridicule, some irritating posturing on her part. But he'd come to realize it was a subconscious thing; an attempt to see things exactly as he did, and in doing so understand him in some way.

As though he would be understood. He'd built walls that had repelled Armand and Daniel both and sent them back into each other's arms. Pandora, though- she was the only one who had ever seen the fortress around him and tunneled beneath it; attempted to dig her way to those things that lay closest to his heart.

An effective method. A ruthless and sometimes painful one as well.

"Come, now. You know you wouldn't have either of them as lovers, not in the way they have each other," Pandora said quietly. "You would have them collared and yoked, made into beasts of burden. You've always preferred to have people as pets."

The accuracy of her words stung like a dart to the chest. Marius remained stone faced and unmoving under the onslaught.

"And is that how you feel? As though you are my pet?" he asked, finally turning his full attention on her.

Pretty Pandora, with her long, dark hair and wide eyes. Immediately Marius regretted asking. He felt as though he'd unintentionally handed her a knife. All she needed to do was open her mouth and say yes and she would cut him with it.

She pushed off the door frame and drew herself up to her full height as she approached him. Her forehead barely reached his chin and yet when she stood before him and gazed up into his eyes she towered over him. With long, pale fingers Pandora reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind Marius's ear.

"No," she said, her full mouth curling into a grin as he fought the temptation to lean into her touch. "I feel the situation is quite the opposite, in fact. If anyone holds the leash it is me."

On the sofa Armand curled his fingers around Daniel's bicep and pushed him down onto the cushions, prepared to curl up in front of the fire for a midnight nap. It was a soft and easy intimacy, where no words needed to be spoken. Marius envied it, yes. He had a covetous nature. Was full of the desire to have and to own.

When Pandora turned and walked away he felt her loss in the way one feels a tug at a chain around their neck. Nearly impossible to ignore, to not give in to the urge to turn away from this domestic scene and follow her down the hall.

Perhaps he did not have this easy way with Armand or with Daniel, perhaps he would never find himself so effortlessly tangled with either of them.

But then Marius had never been a vine. He'd always been the lone pine tree, tall and proud and entirely separate from the rest of the garden. How fortunate he was that after millennia Pandora was still determined to dig down into his roots, pluck him from the ground and make him her own.

He turned his back on the common room. Tucked his hands into his pockets and made his way down the hall.

[simpforchuchu]

Lucky to have you I RyuTaka 🌸

a/n: Hi, this is the first time that im writing for real people. I was a little nervous to share this. You all know how much I love these idiots soo if anyone here loves them too, here is my first fic❤️🙏🏻 I hope you like it too 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none, just fluff

As the moonlight illuminated the pool and the garden along with the other lamps, Ryu looked at the boy with blonde braided hair. How many hours had he been sitting there? How many hours had he not talked to anyone? What should he do? Would talking to him make him feel better ?

Ryu had known Takahide since middle school. It was as if their same careers told him every day that this was their destiny.

The young boy's cheerful side, talent, sweetness and the warm smile that always greeted him... Ryu knew how hard he was going through it all. While his shy and reserved personality made everything difficult, Taka was always there for him.

A friend who holds his hand when he is afraid of heights, makes him laugh with his ridiculous jokes, and makes him feel loved when he suddenly wraps his arms around him from behind.

Ryu knew that he always needed Takahide. And he was there for him whenever he needed him.

So this time they had to switch roles. He would manage to make the most important person in his life smile.

He ran to the top floor of the big house where they came to shoot the music video and opened his suitcase. Seeing him running excitedly in the corridor, Shogo and Riku looked on in surprise while Zin warned him not to fall.

He took the fluffy blanket in his suitcase and the plushie frog that Takahide had bought him years ago and ran back to the garden.

Takahide was silently watching the water by the pool in the garden. He was startled when something was placed on his shoulders and at the same time a pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind. When he slowly turned his head, a small smile appeared on his face when he saw that it was his best friend and he was hugging him tightly.

"What are you doing ? We could both fall into the water."

The young boy's voice was not angry. If he wasn't upset, Ryu might even be sure he was joking.

When Ryu shrugged and sat next to the young boy, Takahide gave a small smile again when he looked at the small blanket placed on his shoulder. And he slowly wrapped himself in the blanket.

"Thank you"

Ryu nodded at his friend's low voice. He watched the water silently for a while. He knew he had to say something. He was just having trouble finding the right words.

“Takahide.”

When the young boy slowly turned his head, he saw the taller boy looking at the ground. But the moment the blonde turned to him, he too looked into his eyes.

“I can guess what you're thinking. But you're only 25, you know that?

The blonde boy looked at his friend in surprise. He didn't know what to say for a while. When he didn't speak, Ryu continued.

“Everyone protects me whenever I make a mistake. Especially, you are always there. But you... why do you act like you have no right to make mistakes? You shouldn't treat yourself so badly.”

“Ryu…”

“No, listen to me-“

“I was about to ruin the whole show. You know it's not a small mistake."

The tall one shook his head as Takahide said.

“That's the problem… You didn't ruin anything. You can't ruin things!”

When Takahide looked at him in surprise at the slightly rising voice of the boy next to him, Ryu shook his head.

“You are perfect Takahide. I envy you. You have a natural talent. I feel mesmerized watching you. Fans feel that way too. But you treat yourself so badly even for the slightest mistake... You don't deserve this.”

Takahide said nothing.

"I am thankful to you. You were always there for me. What if you were not…. I don't know if I would have seen these days without you."

“Ryu-“

"Do you remember our first big fight?"

The braided one nodded and Ryu smiled.

“At least you didn't throw a pillow at my face, right?”

Ryu said with a smile, making Takahide chuckle at the memory. Hearing the sweet giggle of the young boy after hours, the tall boy also smiled widely.

“Thank you Ryu… I'm grateful too. Because I know you will always be there for me.”

Takahide smiled and patted the young boy's head as Ryu shyly hugged the blonde's arm.

“You're a big baby, aren't you?”

When Ryu laughed and nodded, he remembered the plushie he had hidden behind his back and handed it to Taka.

“You gave it to me to hold when you couldn't be there…”

Takahide smiled and took the plush frog from his friend's hand and hugged it. He too was grateful for everything, even though Ryu didn't know it. He also thought that everything was fate. Because he knew that if it wasn't for Ryu, he wouldn't be able to make it either...

[alwaysteveswife]

Hello can you accept this request of the prompts '2. We are locked in...' , '21.- I'm sorry', '37.- I was such a fool', '41.- How could you' and '48.- I'm never leaving you' for a Divorced!Jonathan Byers x Divorced!Reader (both with kids) fic in which they meet again at a High-school reunion in the 2000s, that is in a hotel and when they try to leave using the elevator, they get stuck there and start talking about their lives and their past when they used to be childhood friends until high school when reader started to change to be popular and left him, and they discuss many things until they made up when the elevator starts to work again, to finally they exchange number to keep in contact with each other.

A New Beginning | Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader.

a/n: First of all, credits to my friend @alex-walker-86 because she helped me with the title 💕 and second, I LOVED this idea, I don't know who you are, but I adore you, kisses to your wonderful imagination 😘. I had to change the 48 a bit, to make it look good, hope you don't mind 😔.

Warnings: Jonathan and reader divorced, Jonathan and Reader single parents (It says so in the request, but I put it as a precaution ^^).

Words: 2.5k

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your dress with your hands. You walked around, checked your hairstyle and makeup, you wanted to look decent, rather, you wanted to avoid looking like a 38 year old woman with a divorce in progress and an eight year old child you loved with all your soul.

"Still getting ready?" you turned to look at Steve. He was with his arms crossed, smiling broadly in a teasing manner, "Hey, pretty, you look amazing."

He walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and leading you out of the bathroom. As you complained to him about how he had no right to kick you out of your own bathroom, you managed to catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eye as Steve's girlfriend - whom he had miraculously been dating for almost half a year now - played happily with your son, Daniel.

"Why did you bring your girlfriend?" you frowned. It didn't bother you, but it seemed odd.

"We were supposed to go to dinner with her parents today," he sighed, leaning his full weight on you, ignoring your complaints, "but then you called me to ask for help with Dani and I couldn't say no."

You grimaced as you watched him sigh in love. You loved seeing him happy, but that didn't take away from the fact that it made you nauseous to see him being so mawkish with her or with anyone, especially if it was with you.

"When I told her I thought she was going to be mad, but she offered to come over with a big smile and canceled dinner without hesitation, don't you think she's a sweetheart?" You quickly brushed it aside, rolling your eyes jokingly.

"I'm glad you're happy and in love and all that shit, but that's not why I called you" you grabbed your wallet and walked over to your son. He had slightly tanned skin, eyes as dark as night and straight black hair. How happy you were that he looked like you and not his idiot father. "Honey, I'm leaving now."

You bent down to his height, giving him a resounding kiss on the forehead, laughing at the sight of your pink lipstick mark on it. You shook your head as you watched him try to remove the stain in vain, grumbling under your breath.

"Bye, Mom," he gave you a smile, one that made you feel a comforting warmth in your chest. You loved this child.

"Bye, Y/N" smiled Steve's girlfriend, holding some action figures of your son in her hands.

"Bye" you waved goodbye to her with a nod, walking to the exit door.

"I'll be right back" said Steve, kissing his girlfriend shortly, laughing as he heard Daniel pretend to retch, "Shall we?"

You walked out as soon as Steve opened the door for you, walking to his car. You always envied his life, in the financial sense of course. Even now he had the best of the best, and it was all thanks to his modeling job. How lucky were people with a good physique and charisma.

"Ladies first" you laughed exaggeratedly as you watched him open the passenger door for you, but you didn't hesitate for a moment to get in.

After a few seconds Steve was already in the driver's seat, turning on the radio after having started the car. The trip was silent, you had nothing to talk about and neither did he, at least not something that really interested you, so you both chose to let the music invade the atmosphere.

"Well," said Steve after about ten minutes of driving, "looks like we're here."

You nodded in agreement, looking at the fancy hotel your former classmates had decided to have the reunion at. You had no idea where they got the money to pay for it, but you didn't plan to complain.

"Thanks for the ride, and for taking care of Daniel," you said quietly, unbuckling your belt and letting out a heavy sigh. Again the nerves set in.

"It's nothing, you know I love kids" a kind smile appeared on his face, eliciting a chuckle from you. At what point had the great king of Hawkins, Steve Harrington, turned into a caring adult who was on the prowl for a wife and six small children?

"Anyway, go later" you got out of the car, still laughing, "remember to come get me, keep an eye out for the phone."

He nodded quickly, starting the car and disappearing into the night streets after a few seconds. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering slightly. It was colder than you thought it would be.

You entered the hotel, walking towards the receptionist and giving her your ID card. You saw her check a list and write something on it, then she gave you directions and you went to the elevator.

You pressed the button and waited a few seconds for it to open. You entered at a slow pace, trying to think of what you would tell your old friends why you had disappeared for two decades. Sure, the answer was obvious, they were all shit, you didn't want them in your life, not anymore, but you didn't want to tell them that, at least not today.

The elevator door began to close. A hand got in its way, making you open your eyes in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the man muttered, crestfallen, entering, trying to fix the sleeve of his suit, "I didn't mean to, but I really needed to get in and..."

You both looked at each other in surprise at the sight of the other's face. Your lips trembled slightly, his shoulders tensed at the same time. The elevator door closed.

"Jonathan" you murmured, turning over the bracelet you had decided to wear as an accessory for tonight, "it's been a while."

"Yeah..." he nodded, standing next to you, both of you looking at the elevator door. He looked too uncomfortable. "I guess we haven't talked since '83, huh?"

You tried to salivate, closing your eyes tightly. That was the year Will disappeared. The year you got sick of living in the shadows like a weirdo. The year you cut yourself off forever from him, from your lifelong best friend until that moment.

"Yeah, I guess so" you took a breath, shifting your foot impatiently, how long was this taking to go up?

You didn't want to keep talking to him, you wanted to run away, get some air, maybe a drink, no, the whole bottle of Champagne. With that thought in mind you tried to hold on for the rest of your trip. At least until the elevator moved abruptly, causing you both to stumble and fall to the floor.

"Oh, shit" you grunted under your breath, rubbing your hip and watching as Jonathan tried to call for help via the emergency button.

"Couldn't you fix it faster?" his voice sounded calm, too calm for the situation you both found yourselves in. You heard a male voice say on the other end 'sorry, we can't do anything for at least the next half hour'.

You banged your head against one of the walls, stretching your legs out on the floor and shivering slightly as you felt the cold on your legs.

"Well, looks like we're locked in..." said Jonathan, taking a seat across from you. He stretched his legs out as well, lightly brushing against yours.

"Yeah, I think I noticed" you grimaced as you saw Jonathan's expression at your sarcasm. You cleared your throat, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for talking back to me like that, or something else?" He raised his eyebrows, trying to connect their gazes, "because, as far as I remember, you're not the kind of person who would apologize for using sarcasm."

You sighed, holding your head with both hands. Suddenly your throat felt tight and your heart began to ache. You hated remembering that time, remembering how you treated Jonathan just because you want to be popular.

"That's not why I meant it" or at least you thought it was, you weren't even sure. After you left Hawkins High School you never saw him again, you could never apologize to him for everything you did to him. "Even though I should, I was such a fool at the time."

"Yes, you were" he replied mockingly, gently kicking your thigh. You looked at him in surprise, why was he acting like that? Was it a joke? "I think I understand why you did it though."

"Oh yeah?" you frowned as you heard him laugh out loud. You were seriously confused, "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

"It's just..." he closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath so he could speak without laughter in between, "it amuses me to see how confused you look" a friendly smile made your heart skip a beat, "Y/N, it doesn't matter that you were a 'merciless bitch' back then, I'm over it" he tapped your thigh softly again, this time with an even bigger smile, "we were teenagers, stupid, impulsive, wanting to be accepted."

"Yeah, well, I'm still sorry I acted like a 'merciless bitch', you didn't deserve it" this time you smacked his thigh, looking down at your hands. You hadn't felt like that in a long time. "Don't think I'll repeat my apology."

He laughed again. You looked at him again. The confinement was beginning to become more bearable.

Jonathan put his hand to his forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face, it was the first time you had seen him so concerned about his appearance. It was the first time you saw the white mark of a wedding ring on 'that' finger.

"What's that?" you pointed at his finger, feeling too curious to hold back the question.

"Oh," he lowered his hand, looking at the mark on the wedding ring, "it's proof that I'm divorced."

"I'm sorry" you mumbled quickly, knowing how awkward it was to have someone ask you about that. "I didn't know."

"How could you...?" He raised his eyebrows, expectantly.

Your cheeks tinged pink. You felt stupid right now.

"Right..." you cleared your throat, hugging your legs, "Nancy?"

He nodded, an overly deep sigh made you remember how terrible it was to go through all that, especially if you had a child.

"We got to a point where neither of us could find a reason to be together" he shrugged, "I think we were together these last few years just out of simple habit...and Amy, of course."

"Amy?" You cocked your head to the side, trying to remember some Amy.

"My daughter," he smiled sweetly, pulling his wallet out of his back pants pocket, "She's ten years old."

He took a photograph from one of the wallet's compartments. In it was a smiling little girl, without a set of teeth, with curly blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes; she looked like a little angel.

"She's beautiful, Jonathan" you smiled almost helplessly. She reminded you of your little boy, your reason for living.

"I know" he nodded proudly, taking the picture as soon as you handed it to him and putting it away carefully, "I'm not lying when I say she's a lovely little girl."

"I believe you" you laughed nodding, watching as he began to ramble on about how proud he was of his baby girl, how smart and talented she was... you were beginning to wonder if your ex-husband talked about Daniel like that. You didn't believe it, but you didn't care, you could give him all the love he needed all by yourself.

"I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away" he mumbled embarrassed after a few minutes, coughing slightly to cover the embarrassment in his voice, "tell me about yourself, we've only talked about my life."

"Well" You raised your hand, pointing to the finger where a few years ago your ring had been, "I'm also divorced" you smiled bitterly, lowering your hand heavily, "truth be told, I'm not sure what I saw in that idiot, but just as you see, things didn't work out."

"I'm sorry," he grimaced, crawling to your side and leaning his shoulder against yours. Barely a graze.

"It doesn't matter, I don't see him anymore anyway" you picked your shoulders, "and besides" you smiled, looking at Jonathan. Ah, if only you could have seen how your eyes sparkled at the memory of Daniel, "thanks to him I have Daniel".

"Your son?" He murmured in surprise.

"The one and only" you laughed, sighing with joy, "he's eight years old, I don't have pictures of him here, but believe me when I tell you he looks just like me."

"Then he must be very attractive" he joked, tapping your shoulder playfully.

"He is, he's the cutest boy in his class and..." you fell silent as you felt the elevator make an annoying noise and start moving.

You looked at Jonathan. He looked at you. Silence returned.

"Well, at least now we won't be starving" you laughed as you listened to him, shaking your head slightly.

Just as you were about to say something to him, his phone started ringing. You watched him pick it up and sigh as he saw who it was. You fell silent as he signaled you to wait.

"What happened?" he mumbled seriously, looking uncomfortable, "again? I thought we had agreed that you wouldn't do any more meetings in your days with her..." he sighed heavily, looking at the elevator door, "fine, I'll go there, don't leave until I get there."

And he cut the call.

"Everything okay?" you asked cautiously. It seemed to be a sensitive subject for him.

"Yeah, it's just Nancy," he mumbled, putting his phone away and dialing floor one, "she had a last minute meeting and won't be able to see Amy, so I'll have to come back."

"Oh, sure, I understand, it's happened to me a hundred times" you laughed nervously. Of course you knew the comp felt, and you also knew that a good father would do these things for his daughter, but you had liked talking to him. You wanted to keep having these kinds of talks with him.

He smiled, softly and tenderly. He helped you up from the floor. The door opened.

"Now that we meet again," he murmured close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, "I'll never let you go, not as easy as twenty years ago."

He handed you a slightly crumpled piece of paper and helped you off the elevator, stepping back into it. Your cheeks burned too much, but you still didn't look away from him until the doors were completely closed.

Only then did you look down to see the paper. You unwrapped it carefully, frowning in confusion as you saw that it had something written on it.

'I had hoped that we would meet again today, and the fact that you read this confirms it. I'll leave you my number so you can call me and we can get back in touch. Thank you for giving us a second chance to meet'.

"Idiot" you muttered with a smirk, tucking the paper carefully into your bag, thinking about how to ask Steve to start getting the idea of coming to visit Daniel more often.

Masterlist

[cupi0sloanii]

My Original Characters!

Greetings dear Overwatch community! I came here to show you my OC’s Each one with a amazing story on its own! Soon I will be posting stories related to them ^^

Aquahime

Meet Aquahime (Real name Azura, given by Doctor Sen) she goes by She/It. She’s 6’0. Her backstory is quite difficult, she acquired life (Awoke) after the awakening, Vishkar Co. was building a machine that could protect and assist humans and omnics perfectly, but instead created life that could use gravitational energy to attract water and harm others, with help of a suspicious alliance they took AZ-700 to a secret lab where she passed nearly a year of abuse. After meeting Doctor Sen and he giving her a name. Things turned 360 and she ended attacking him due something that happened. Not long after that she manage to escape, once out there she become aware of her water healing “powers”, that’s how she calls them. She’s currently on Nepal.

Canyon Rockie

Amadiz Velazquez, more known as The Canyon Rockie, is an omnic who worked as a comercial pilot once and now is the best Talon Pilot on their lines, also a meanie and a good tyrant when it comes to interrogation. He’s Mexican, specifically from Mexico City, and is 5’7 feet tall. (Also, don’t tell anyone but he’s in love with his boss….) When he awoke, he almost lost his head, but found fascination with the units that humans controlled, which were flying around… In his words, they were “amazing”. That made them want to control something like that. Once the crisis regulated, they were adopted into a family that they assisted during the war. The family supported Amadiz to become a comercial pilot, even if they noticed that everyone in their surroundings didn’t like the idea of an "Evil AI taking control”. Amadiz managed to become a professional pilot. Even his profesor had to admit he had a good run, but in his envy the professor decided to ruin his star career by meddling and manipulating a plane Amadiz would use, killing 67 people. Amadiz lost their career and went to prison, but later on their innocence was reveal. However, it was too late. No one wanted to work with him… So they turned to Talon for help. They are currently in Rome, Italy.

Hierbalia

Hierbalia is a ON288 model, similar to the Ravanger model but they are least common. Their real name is Dahlia Olivares, Their height is 5’7 and their pronouns are They/Them. They are from Puebla, Mexico. They know and had a deep bond with Dr. Marlee but now they are conflicted with feelings over him.

Hierbalia was once a Scientist at Natura Co. (which in here is a biotechnology and bio experimental corporation.) which had a nice reputation among the city of Cuetzalan, they even cultivated veggies and fruit for everyone, however things changed when they meet Saphica Lizz, a Spain omnic singer who caught their attention, fortunately the singer was intrigued with them as well, they fell in love and after a couple years of happiness, things changed when a Talon sniper assassinated Saphica and the police began chasing Hierbalia for murder charges. In a attempt to seek the truth Hierbalia began working as a sicario for a time, until they had to save their city from Talon, and face and old friend who was under their control, and face a terrible truth, now both are looking for Overwatch to seek the well being of Puebla and answers of their own.

They are currently on Dorado, Mexico.

Moonshard

Marlee Taylor is an Australian who escaped their country, and came to Puebla to become the Head Scientist in Natura Co. Uses He/She pronouns, 5’11 of height. Going by MoonShard as their code name. Fell deeply in love with Hierbalia.

Marlee was never one of the Junkers, in fact she hated being associated with them, but meeting a younger Mako and befriending them made things easier for him, and was finally able to escape Australia, and learn more about it's old roots, the most difficult part was adapting to omnics, but once Dahlia Olivares arrived to the Natura Co. team she fell in love with them, when they found out they didn't share feelings, Talon saw avadtage to eliminate a suspect of leaking important documents, Saphica Lizz, and who better than Marlee to do the dirty work. After years of cover up and hiding Hierbalia the truth, everything came up, and now both seek Overwatch to destroy Talon, and maybe... to recieve Dahlia's forgiveness.

This are my current Overwatch OC! I will be posting their full Origin Story soon, hope you like em!

[bite-sized-devil]

Hello! Congrats on 500 followers (I've only just found your blog aha, but congrats either way ^^)

If possible I'd like to request a matchup hehe~ I'm average height I think (5'3), I have a real gothic style (black and dark colours are my thing. Rather casual but I'll sometimes go with makeup if I'm going out, tho that's usually more reserved for when I'm cosplaying). My hobbies would be writing, listening to music and playing games mainly (unless sleeping is considered a hobby too? I do that a lot. Low energy levels especially as of recently for some reason). My favourite writing genres are usually very dark and horror themes along with angst (though I do sometimes write fluff too), my music taste is mainly obey me and enstars songs with some other stuff mixed in like alternative or dance pop. I mainly play gacha games and rhythm games too aha. As mentioned before another of my hobbies would be cosplay, though I don't really now do it unless I'm going to a con with my friend. My star sign if relevant is Sagittarius btw. My most prominent sin is Envy (tho Gluttony and Sloth do represent me well, Envy is the best). I'm very quiet and shy/awkward but I do tend to talk for hours the second I'm able to talk abt my hyperfixations aha. Also got a terrible habit of staying up late playing games or whatever and then wondering why I'm always so tired lol

My Obey Me f/os are Belphie, Levi, Asmo & Beel btw ^^

(not sure if most of that info was necessary but hopefully that's enough, I can't really think of anything else to describe myself aha)

As for the hcs/short fic, I'm not into nsfw so sfw for that please.

Thank you in advance! :)

🌻 500 followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

No warning needed just sfw fluffy fluff 💕

Match Up: Leviathan, Third Born, Avatar of Envy

I'm matching you with Levi! I feel like he'd either be your perfect other half or the bane of your existence. Heaven forbid you have opposing views on games or anime. You'll be fighting for days! You like a gothic style? Cool ya boys got purple hair, he can dig that! Your low energy levels won't be a problem, you guys can game in his bath tub. 💕

Head canons for the two of you:

Levi asked you out pretty much the week after you received his pact mark. The two of you had being hanging out every chance you got. After RAD, before RAD, over the weekends. You were inseparable! It was sickening to watch or be near. You were getting so close you were finishing each others sentences, and even in public.. LIKE A BUNCH OF NORMIES! Naturally that freaked Levi out when Asmo was teasing him about it but then he realised he didn't care. He wanted to be more than just a friend.

You often fall asleep in his bathtub with your head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you.

All nighters are very common! Gaming is on, if you were only a filthy casual before you aren't anymore.

The arguments the two of you have over which anime or game is better are massive but hilarious. It's petty bullshit and you both know it so it's never to serious.

He talks about you to his streamers so often. Like the boy is obsessed! His followers never complain though, they think you're super cute.

Your both quite jealous by nature, which came be catastrophic. Look out anyone who flirts with you, lotan is being summoned. Same goes for anyone that flirts with him, consider them cursed, hexed, d.e.a.d.

Can we just talk about how cute you'd both look doing couples cosplay? Can you imagine the possibilities!? Natsu and Lucy, Sakura and Sasuke (personally I'm more Naruto and Sasuke but whatever), Edward & Winry, Kirito and Asuna, Sophie and Howl, peanut & butter. Really the list is endless.

Pillow forts that take up Levi's entire room. Belphie helped you set them up and then promptly left when you guys started making out underneath it. STOP BEING GROSSLY CUTE YOU TOO! The brothers have started a chat without the both of you so they can complain whenever they see you guys kissing or being all lovey dovey in front of them.

Hope you liked this match up lovely! 💕 I'll work on your sfw Levi fic now that I've finished this match up! If you prefer a different brother for the fic just let me know, or if you've changed your mind and you want to give me an idea that's cool too, I'm easy, breezy, beautiful 😂☺️😘

[xwesley]

tyler  lawrence  gray.     he/him.     cis  male.      ›  spotted   at   the   met   steps   ,   wesley   lafleur   ,   most   likely   listening   to   hysteria   by   muse  with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty   one   year   old   gained   quite   a   reputation   ,   known   to   be  - impulsive  yet   + adventurous   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you'll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   the   loud   banging   of   the   drums   at   ungodly   hours   ,   a   laptop   with   deleted   history   and   secrets   ,   green   eyes   gazing   into   the   sunset   ,   snorting   lines   off   your   cellphone   as   your   agent   urgently   calls   you   ,   followed   by   toy   boy   by   moschino   .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about   wesley   lafleur   rumored   to   be   the   reason   behind   the   divorce   of   uppereast   side’s   favorite   couple   after   sleeping   with   both   of   them  ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

basic stats ;

⟶ full name: wesley frederique lafleur kapone ⟶ nicknames: usually just goes by wesley or wes ⟶ three things he likes: people who smell good and have general good hygiene, profiteroles, making fun of people from reality tv shows ⟶ three things he dislikes: dirty fingernails, being alone with his thoughts, instigators ⟶ gender: cis male   ⟶ height: 5 ‘ 10 ⟶ age: 21 ⟶ birthday: august 18, 2001 ⟶ zodiac: leo sun, aries moon, capricorn ascendant   ⟶ right handed or left handed: left handed   ⟶ eye color: emerald green, looks light hazel depending on the lighting ⟶ hair color: light brown ⟶ piercings and tattoos: a cartilage piercing on his left ear, usually covered by his hair, earlobe piercing on that same ear, no tattoos ⟶ languages spoken: french ( native tongue ), spanish and english   ⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic ⟶ place of birth: marseille, france ⟶ last five songs listened to: trust in you by the offspring, if i’m james dean, you’re audrey hepburn by sleeping with sirens, shadow moses by bring me the horizon, i’m not okay ( i promise ) by my chemical romance, faint by linkin park ⟶ five aesthetics: black nail polish and golden rings, a laptop with constant deleted history, a flirtatious smile, turning up your music loud emo music to drown out your heavy thoughts, smudged eyeliner and dilated pupils after a crazy night ⟶ character inspo: harlan briggs from wolf pack, ian gallagher from shameless, effy stonem from skins, even bech næsheim from skam ( og skam )

background story ;

wesley was born in the french city marseille to french parents lisa kapone and alain lafleur, five minutes after his twin sister ( wanted connection ). his father was heir of lafleur lounges ( basically hotel resorts and lounges similar to a french version of hilton hotels ), while his mother was miss france in 1999 and a well known fashion designer ( the vera wang of europe, if you must ). him and his sister were born into a lot of money, practically a golden spoon in his mouth, spoiled to the core. anything he wanted, he received, and shortly after the twins were born, his parents got married, basically those parents that are head over heels for each other, an envy worthy love story with golden twins  –  they were the it family in europe, that rich, opulent family in the public eye that everyone wanted to know

his childhood was anyone’s wet dream. he was rich, he was spoiled, and his parents loved him more than anything in this world, that much was evident, and for the first few years of his life, wesley was a happy kid. around the time he was seven years old however, he began showing unusual signs

! tws for very brief mentions of self mutilation, please skip over this if it triggers you, your safety comes first ! the first time he showed a sign that perhaps not everything was okay for him was in his classroom, at not even eight years old. without thinking about it, wesley stuck his finger inside a sharpener and sharpened off nearly the entire nail from his index finger along with his skin. when his mother rushed to pick him up and asked him why he would do that, his exact response was “i don’t know, i just wanted to feel something, i’m sorry”

it was an emotional day, but after making sure he didn’t seriously damage his finger, his mother turned a blind eye and pretended like wesley’s actions were normal, never telling his father the real reason behind what happened to his finger, and claiming one of his classmates accidentally slammed the door against it. wesley never debunked his mother’s lie, and never really spoke of it. it was a topic they both knew about, but neither one of them bought it up ever again

for the remainder of that year and the next, things were okay, for the most part. it’s mostly him, his sister and his mother, or him, his sister and his nanny whenever his mother couldn't be around, considering her job. his father however, is barely present. by the time wesley is nine is when he unintentionally catches his father cheating through listening in on a phone call. not sure what to do with this information, he doesn’t know if he should tell his mother or not. really, he doesn’t have to decide, because soon enough, his mother catches his father in the act and it just turns into a huge argument

that happy, perfect family they once were is no longer there. his mother forgives his father, but things are never the same again. wesley didn’t understand why she forgave him for what he did, but really, it was just for the appearance, for the sake of keeping the family together and, because she had too much to lose. by the time he’s ten, they move to the states in an attempt to patch things up, but it only gets worse from that point on

wesley’s father is never around, and, as a way to cope, his mother turns into one of those wine moms that spends her day daydrinking with her group of friends and taking valium and xanax, quitting fashion altogether and living off the fortune they've already created. it’s like his mother is there, but it’s like she’s also not really there. wesley’s form of coping is through music, mostly the drums

soon enough, wesley learns to take care of himself, as his mother grows more and more detached from his life. in a mansion filled with fast cars, work staff and anything anyone could ever dream of, wesley has never felt more alone

his early pre teen years, literally age twelve, is when he begins to realize that there might be something wrong with him. he doesn’t know what it is, but he realizes he hates being alone with his own thoughts. it gets too loud, it’s too dark, so he attempts to do everything in his power to try and distract himself, but it’s easier said than done. his mind is already a dark place, but soon enough, it becomes even darker

! tws for overdose, death, self harm, mental illness and baker act for the next two bullets, please skip over this if it triggers you, your safety comes first ! one day, when he comes back from school, his sister is at a friends house, so he does his usual routine but his mother never comes out of her room, clearly drunk to ask him how his day was. when entering her room, he notices she’s sound asleep, or at least, this is what he thinks. fast forward a good five hours and wesley decides to try and wake her up. finding her unresponsive, he immediately calls 911, only to be told that his mother passed away from an overdose. with the amount of pills and alcohol that she mixed together, her body just couldn’t take it. obviously, wesley’s father, and his sister, rush back home, the first time he’s seen his father in over three weeks, they just mourn together. that day, wesley was never really the same person again

the day of her funeral, right after, wesley finds himself in the bathroom, angry with himself. why didn’t he walk in sooner? why did it take him so long to realize? why is it all his fault? his thoughts consume him, one thing leads to another, and he finds himself punching the bathroom mirror, over, and over, and over again. to not get too into detail, his father hears him having a break down, walks in, and immediately calls the police on wesley when he see’s the condition his hand is left in. this is the first time he was ever baker acted, he was involuntarily admitted for five days. during this period, he officially gets diagnosed with bipolar disorder with mostly psychotic manic episodes, gets put on abilify ! end of tws !

as much as he hates it, it does help, for the most part. his father becomes a hundred times more present in his life, practically watching him like a hawk, making sure he takes his meds, but he can’t help but feel like there’s something missing in his life. like there’s some hole in his chest that he can’t seem to fill, but he can damn well try

his teenage years consist of him coming out of his shell and trying just about everything, from narcotics, to alcohol, to first times, you get the idea. he’s quick to realize that he gets a lot male attention, and he uses that to his advantage. hooks ups and partaking in drug use become a frequent thing for him, and by the time he’s around fourteen is when he starts building his social media platform

it’s funny how easily it comes to him. he posts pictures on instagram and immediately starts gaining attention because of his looks. this, during the years, opens doors for him. it starts off with modeling gigs, then sponsorships, then a few commercials, until he’s landing small movie roles, extra roles in tv shows, and finally, permanent character roles on both, before he’s even of legal age

his coping mechanism is narcissism and narcotics, or 'nn' as he calls it. it’s just so easy to act like he’s better than everyone else when he couldn’t hate himself more, despite the countless thirsty comments on his posts, those people just don’t know him. he manages to make a name for himself in the industry, leaving his past behind him, but… it can really only be so long before it all catches up to him

headcanons ;

wesley tends to bury up his childhood traumas. from his cheating father, to his mothers death, to the time he got baker acted  –  he keeps this side of himself hidden. in a way, he wants people to believe that he’s perfect in every sense of the word, when his mind is really a crippling mess. that’s why his hair is so big and curly, because it’s full of secrets

he hasn’t taken his medication in over two years already and he never wants to take it again. it helps him, but he hates feeling like he has to rely on something to be ‘normal’ like everyone else. as long as no one knows about his personal life, he’s more than fine with that

he blames himself for his mother’s death. it’s honestly one of his biggest regrets and childhood trauma’s, knowing that if maybe he had realized sooner, something could have been done. he replays that image over and over again in his head and he hates it, it’s something that genuinely scarred him

he’s one of those people that you would never even remotely imagine has the conditions that he has. he’s so cynical, it’s scary how easily he can convince you that he lives a perfect, envious lifestyle

he’s like… a whore. anything to get his mind off shit. he loves attention, whether it be negative or positive. maybe it's the attention he lacked growing up, but he just wants to feel valid in whatever way possible

this is a huge secret of his, but at around the age of nineteen, he did some camboy shit on a dare. the only problem with this is that he really enjoyed the attention he received from this and he kind of? low key continues to do it. he wears a mask, so no one knows it’s him, but the desperate, thirsty comments are such a stroke to his already inflated yet damaged ego. he can’t help that he loves the validation strangers give him, and if no one knows it’s him, what’s the harm?

his hobbies ( or job description ) consists of playing the drums, modeling, acting, posting pictures, and secretly, getting behind his webcam for thirsty people online ( you know where this is going ). he has a youtube account in which he posts drum covers ( literally think like matt mcguire and tobines on youtube ). he’s a good drummer, takes it as a stress reliever, just banging on shit if he’s had a rough day

deep down inside, wesley knows that he has a problem. he’s very well aware of that fact, but he stopped going to therapy and getting genuine help when he was of legal age. his father can’t force him anymore and he refuses to let anyone know just how dark his thoughts really are

has a huge scar across his knuckles from where he punched the mirror repeatedly that day, but tells people it’s from a fight he got into ages ago, shows off about it and all, but if people really only knew the truth

he just wants to be loved secretly, but a part of him feels like he’s not worthy of shit, so meaningless sex, flings, and drugs it is. i genuinely don’t think there’s a single person that knows him for him, because he thinks that if he ever shows this side of himself, no one would ever want to stick around, it’s so much easier to just detach yourself

coke problem? most definitely. that’s awful for bipolar disorder, but he’s an idiot, so what else can even be said in regards to this

he hates being alone with his thoughts, which is why he enjoys partying so much. he’ll go to three after parties once the party is over, just wants to have a good time, turn up the music to drown out just how depressed he really is

he really enjoys working out. it keeps his mind occupied, he likes the idea of having a nice body. kind of overly obsessed with his looks as well, because secretly, he kind of feels like him being attractive is the only thing he has going for him, hence the camboy stuff, hence the influencer status

he has a bunny he named honey bunny, he impulsively bought him after getting stoned out of his mind and named him equally as stoned. he loves this bunny with his entire life, definitely his emotional support animal

constantly paints his nails black, doesn’t like any other color, will wear black eyeliner when going out to parties, honestly believes that clothes shouldn’t have a gender, just does whatever he wants

he really loves music that can be considered emo. bands like sleeping with sirens, asking alexandria, my chemical romance, falling in reverse, etc, have gotten him through some really hard times. definitely an emo boy at heart, even if he doesn’t give off the ‘vibe’

huge leo energy. you will feel his presence as soon as he walks into a room. loves and hates himself and can be a big cry baby so again, typical leo energy

regarding the rumor on his app, it’s 100% true. he really came in between a ten year marriage, without any solid reason behind it. the worst part of all is that he isn’t even romantically or sexually attracted to females at all, but he enjoyed the attention and company of the wife of the man he was hooking up with, so he figured that if he slept with the man, he might as well sleep with her too. like go back to therapy man, you have issues

he has freckles all over his face but is actually pretty insecure about this. anytime he’s about to do a photoshoot, he asks the make up artist to cover up his freckles. he doesn’t like them, at all

his next mental breakdown is long overdue, but lets see how long he’s ‘okay’ for. sociopath energy, he will break down crying and then look in the mirror and pose with tears running down his cheeks... like bye lmao

wanted connections ;

i bet i can’t remember you… no, i actually really can’t remember you: this is a messy connection, but give me a guy he drunkenly gave a blowjob to at a party and genuinely cannot recall doing it. your muse probably remembers it but wesley? watch him go damn that’s crazy… who are you again?

you can’t stand me you say? then sit on my face: ahh, the i hate you so much but we always end up sleeping together connection. someone who really can’t stand him yet they end up having sex anyways. watch his narcissistic ass go ‘you love me’ ( no you’re annoying af )

why are we friends? look at the shoes you’re wearing: very very unlikely friends, friends who have no idea how they even ended up becoming friends, but are friends anyways, watch him tell this unfortunate soul all his gay adventures

you’re the most irritating person i’ve ever met: someone who genuinely can’t stand him whatsoever. at all. not even a little bit. it’s very easy to hate him because he’s the worst so i don’t even blame this person

i hate that i don’t hate you: an unrequited crush. an unfortunate soul who likes him but he’s just the worst. he’s also the stupidest person ever, so he would be completely oblivious to this crush as well

let’s talk shit about everyone in the room: besties who trash talk everyone, no one is free from the mouth of these two. watch someone walk in with sweats and get roasted for absolutely no reason at all

or, we can brainstorm!

birthchart ;

[jsyndra]

THE BASICS: Name: Syndra (Sin-Dra). Nicknames: Don’t. Species: Human. Age: Undefined (looks 28).

PERSONAL: Religious beliefs: Herself. Sins: Lust/ Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride/ Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Languages known: Common | Ancient Ionian | Ionian | Most languages available to be learned. Secrets: She keeps her past with her family, the ghost-willow, and her stasis secret to anyone who does not know (which is most). She does not wish to speak of it– it makes her feel… Vulnerable. Quirks: Omnipotence is a quirk, right? She doesn’t like her hair / back of her head touched. Ever.

PHYSICAL: Height: 5'9″ Weight: 140 lbs. Scars & birthmarks: The scar upon the back of her head, as well as magical scarring scattered around her body from years of outbursts / training with her magic. As well, she has piercings on her nipples / belly button / tongue. Tattoos cover a much of her body, please see the post ‘TATTOOS’ for references of this. Abilities & Powers: Omnipotence, dare I say more? Syndra possesses the ability to do quite a bit with her magic, much more than most mortals can do. Restrictions: She is still mortal, thus making her an omnipotent paradox– she possesses all this power but not the form to use it. She also is useless with weaponry such as swords, axes, bows, etc.

Additional Detailed HCs below.

EARLY LIFE

Syndra was never the favorite between herself & her brother, Sora. Her mother, Takashi, had always favored her brother. Syndra’s father, Daichi, was never truly around and when he was it was often best to leave him be in the solitude of his study. Leaving Syndra against unfavorable circumstance with Sora & Takashi, only finding rest when she was with her Master; Master Riku. Master Riku was a wise & gentle man who had taught Syndra to calm her emotions for these circumstances, often bringing her to the ghost-willow– a beautiful & peaceful grove that helped ease Syndra in times of distress. Syndra was never the prettiest or most sociable child, certainly not a person you would believe to belong to such a long lineage that her family held. Her father’s roots ran deep in his large dynasty that his family had created within Ionia, his marriage to her mother more political than anything to increase the wealth & honor of his family line. Sora was the rightful air to such a dynasty due to being born male, and Syndra was often left in his shadow due to it. Sora was never a kind brother, but not many young boys were– often gathering his friends to bully the anti-social girl. Takashi did her no favors growing up, often trying to shape Syndra into an image that she did not want to fit. She wished for Syndra to marry into another home that held a dynasty such as their own to expand their lineage within Ionia, trying to teach her how to be quiet, reserved, and a proper woman to house a family with the boy they had chosen her to be with– a friend of Sora’s. She had met the boy before, but hardly spoke to him. She knew only of him from the teasing she endured from Sora, himself, and their other friends within the village. Takashi often took a more severe punishment than what was necessary when Syndra refused her teachings, causing Syndra to grow fearful towards her mother’s scoldings. Distraught and knowing Daichi was of no help to her with his constant absence, Syndra sought the wisdom of an old Master within the village. Master Riku, known for his patience, kindness, and warmth– there were not many in the village that did not look up to the man or sought him for his guidance. Master Riku saw this damaged child and took Syndra beneath his wing, teaching her how to control her rage, sadness, and fear. He often brought her to the ghost-willow, something that quickly became a safe place for Syndra in her youth where she could let go of her negative emotions and breath. This place was soon taken from her, as one fateful day Syndra had been confronted by her brother Sora & his friends. She was taunted so within their home until the boy who she was betrothed to would step forward, making a point of how she was never to be pretty enough a woman to marry him & how his family was too good for such a pest as her. Unable to control her sorrow & anger at this statement, Syndra lashed out; slapping the boy across the face right in front of her mother’s ever watchful gaze. Scolded for her actions, and Sora only continuing to taunt her; Syndra knew only to run. She ran to the ghost-willow in shame & rage, looking to calm herself. Yet, they followed. Sora & company came in tow, following Syndra to the place that she once found safety. Invading what she had once thought they could not even step foot in. Distraught, she stumbled; smashing the back of her head upon the willow & breaking it’s branch. Magic began to flood from the ghost-willow & the land around it, and into Syndra. Slowly, the rage she felt was fueled into the magic that poured into her. She floated upwards, the three orbs manifested themselves & protectively did they launch themselves at the people that caused Syndra such anger, such fear. It was after this that the overwhelming power that flooded into her caused her eyes to shut, Syndra losing her consciousness. When she awoke, it was in a strange place– one she had never been before. One Syndra would one day learn to call Fae’lor, her new home in which she would learn to use the magic that had seeped into her from the land itself. Young & naive, she awaited every day at the front gates of the temple for Daichi, Takashi, and Sora to walk through– and yet, they never came.

TATTOOS

Syndra has had tattoos since she first awoke many years ago from her stasis. Tattoos are used as a symbol given to criminals in some parts of Ionia, as well as some people getting them simply out of leisure or to commit themselves to a certain practice / god. They are given via a bamboo stick stuck through the skin, slowly seeping ink into the area. Syndra had designed her own, and used her magic to dull the slow and painful process of having them etched on her skin. She had always been a creative soul, and certainly, they were a memoir of important aspects of her life placed upon her skin to tell a story. Personal, they were designed after portraits she had painted before while relieving her stress from her past.

Part of the first ones that bore on her skin, in particular, the many roses & foliage that litter her arms, legs, shoulders, and neck– were due to her clouded thoughts in those darkened times. In The Celestial Fortress, Syndra hosted a garden and often painted within it. Her favorite, the roses, thorned as she was, were her favorites. At times, she spent hours on end simply painting her garden upon sheets & sheets of paper. They were cluttered, messy, and it expressed her thoughts & how deeply she had sunk in the mess that was her sanity. However, it also held the beauty she had the potential to be given growth– this is what the gardens upon her arms and legs represent.

She had gotten these first due to this, and due to the fact she wished to show Ionia she was a THREAT with the tattoos she had given herself. Tattoos were often seen as such in Ionia as they were often on those that were criminals, or were very powerful. Syndra wished to let Ionia know she was both.

The dragon was her second, one that she finds represents herself more than anything. Powerful, quick tempered, wise… Just three of many traits that Syndra shares with that of the mythical dragon. It wraps around her side and up her breast, it’s jaw unhinged and unleashing a mighty roar. Truly, this tattoo is representation of herself. This was gotten after first joining The Order.

Finally, the koi fish that peacefully between her shoulder blades and down her back. This was gotten after her confrontation at Dael’eh Ahira where she had freed Kalan, and offered herself back to the land. It was clear when the land refused her back into her stasis that Syndra had found some path of good, one that would help balance Ionia and bring it back to the way it once was– a nation undivided. She knew this, and that is why she decidedly had this tattooed upon her back as representation of this.

Edit: Notably, they also glow when she feels intense emotion or casts magic!

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THE CELESTIAL FORTRESS

This is mostly a rewrite of old HCs, as not much has changed with this. When taking Fae'lor, she took the main piece of land and the surrounding area. Not the entire island, but the main part of it. This means it’s quite vast, especially the main temple itself in The Celestial Fortress. The largest building looking something like this:

As it had been a fortress that housed a large Noxian fleet prior to Syndra raising it, it comes as no surprise it was quite a bit of room. In the surrounding area of The Celestial Fortress possesses wildlife that was once dead but has since been brought back to life due to Syndra’s shift in power, and no longer being occupied by Noxians.

She has grown a vast garden around the temple, as well as repaved it with walkways to venture around the large estate. It also possesses a hot spring for bathing, which lay under a large gem Syndra has fed magic into for years to keep The Celestial Fortress afloat without her being there– allowing it to heat the hot spring beneath it.

The majority of free space within the castle walls is either empty, decorated, or filled with Syndra’s artifacts & libraries. It is, in fact, a very large piece of land for one person to live on. It comes as no surprise that a bit of it is simply empty space, used to gather dust, for wildlife to nest, or for Wink (Syndra’s dog) to run around in.

MENTAL STATE

Syndra is still very much damaged from her early life and the traumatic events that unraveled for her, but she is healing. She is a very cold, distant woman but possesses warmth deep, deep down. She knows what is right, she is wise, and when she feels she feels very deeply– but she can be cruel and not understand when she is. She still has an ongoing battle with the ramifications on her mental state that past events had caused, especially repeatedly reliving the memory of what happened at the ghost-willow for decades. She lives still in seclusion and does not enjoy socializing, often using a cold demeanor to ignore those who try approaching. She is extremely introverted / shy to social situations as a defense measure to keep herself from being hurt again or abused, which caused more lasting effects than just on how she interacts with others. Syndra battles often with recollections of past events through triggers, night terrors that effect her sleep, and depression caused from years of isolation / what had happened so long ago. She may be healing now, as opposed to outright vicious when she was as Dark Sovereign; but make no mistake– she is still very much damaged from what had happened. It will take a long time for Syndra to get past what has happened completely, but she has grown quite a bit. If one were to ask her outright of events of her past, or to confront her with people from it; she would undoubtedly lose a bit of control and lash out. At one point, if one were to bring it up, she would have outright killed them; but she has worked on that. These matters must be handled delicately, as anyone should be handled when they’ve been hurt. The fact that Syndra was so incredibly angry and filled with such hatred when the magic seeped into her had a great effect on her mental state, and at times, it is hard to control. For a long time, it held her sanity captive and made her irrational which is why she attacked her twin brother, and the people of Fae’lar (twice). It is why she was in such a dark place for so long, and needed a gentle touch to be brought back to reality. Syndra is not perfect, but she is working on it and is much better than the monster she once was– and it shows.