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theplumsoldier · 9 months

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ain't no rest for the wicked / a whore's company

summary: joel miller pays you (a sex worker) to keep him company in a bar

pairing: joel miller x sex worker!female reader

a/n: this is my entry in the #pascalsnetwritingchallenge with the song prompt ain't no rest for the wicked ft. joel miller (pre-apocalypse) as always comments are appreciated <3<3

warnings: 18+ MDNI; sex work (and talk thereof, vulgar language, references to sex, reader's a single mom, sick child, mention of ex boyfriend

word count: 2,4k

You tucked your belly in and pursed your lips before you propped yourself into the slot beside him. You tucked yourself close enough for him to feel you, and he seemed to stir awake from his daydreaming - or whatever it was going through his pretty head.

"Don't think I ever saw a man look as lonely as you do now, darlin'."

His eyes were wide still, bewildered and startled as if you had woken him from a dream. His lips curved in a shy smile and you thought for a second you might have actually saved him from a nightmare instead.

His warm eyes slid over you, but they were still kind when he realized what you are—who you are, he reminded himself, because who am I to objectify anyone?

The longer he looked at you, the more you became aware of his smile. He really did look lonely and it wasn't just that he was alone in a bar.

Fuck.

You made quick thinking so that he might not brood too much on your words. The last thing you wanted was to spend your night feeling inclined to listen to some man feeling sorry for himself.

"Care f'some company?"

"M'not sure I'm a lot of fun, doll."

"That's okay. I am."

To your surprise, after a couple of what looked to be particularly decisive seconds, his mien seemingly switched and something sparkled in his eye.

"Ya know what—okay," he decided. "I'm Joel."

You took his outstretched hand and held it in yours instead of shaking it.

"I'm Pat."

Joel had stretched his hand, not only as an introductory gesture but also so that he might make some space between you. He would feel more comfortable speaking to your face than the tits you currently had perked in his face.

Joel squeezed your hand. "What's your real name."

You squeezed his hand back, although the rough calloused skin made you doubt he could feel it.

"What kinda names ya like?" quizzed you cleverly.

He made a sound. Something between a harsh chuckle and a dubious snort, whatever that may sound like.

You scorched closer to him, confidently resting your hand on his thigh. You wondered if he worked out. His thighs were muscular and the way his arm flexed you couldn't help but think he would look better with his clothes off. He probably had a nice firm ass, too.

"Ya know, I bet I could make your evening a whole lot nicer," you seduced, tracing small circles on the walked jeans that clung to his leg.

Joel bit back a smirk. "S'that so?"

Humming deeply your eyes graced down his body, although he had already understood your innuendo.

"F'you pay that right price, o'course."

The comment did not appear to fend him off.

Joel knew he wasn't going to pay you for sex. Although his brother had told him once that every man ought to try it, the thought did not arouse him one bit. Not at all, actually.

But looking at you, he wondered what company you could offer him anyhow. Surely you must be hiding something under this professional facade.

He wondered what your humor was like, if you had any, and if it matched his. He became curious about whether you were opinionated and if so, what those were. He wanted to quiz you, ask why you did this kind of work, but he thought that was something none of his business. Joel pondered whether you would tell him that if you had a smart mouth on you if he asked anyway. He hoped you did because he presumed there must be some real creep-encounters for someone like you in this world.

Suddenly he asked, too curious for his own good and too insensible on the payday: "what's your rate, Pat?"

"Five hundred bucks."

Oh.

Joel didn't know what he had expected. He didn't know what was a fair price for such an escapade, and he was both staggered by the amount - he couldn't recall the last time he had indulged and spent more than a hundred dollars on himself - and surprised that you didn't charge more. He didn't have to take another look at you to know you easily could.

He thought you should.

You watched, growing impatient as he hummed, but then he fished up his wallet and dug around.

A victory, you thought, when he moved the curled-up wads into the hand you had placed on his thigh.

If he had been paying for sex with you, he would have felt he robbed you.

"Take a seat on tha' other side."

You frowned suspiciously at the man but were quick tighten your fist around the bills.

"What?"

"I'd like to know ya," he replied.

Is he fucking with you?

You had tried something like this before; an arrogant man trying to protest your job, thinking himself so high and mighty that he might rescue you. A damn fool he was.

"I swear, if you're one o'those bastard thinkin' you're better than me—" you said with gritted teeth.

Joel quickly retreated, moving back as if he was letting you leave and lifting his hands in surrender, realizing he had given offense. "No, no—I... M'sorry, I didn't mean to offend ya."

You gave him an incredulous look and crossed your arms.

"Sorry, ma'am," he fumbled politely but he looked embarrassed. "Keep the money, I—"

"Oh, I will."

Joel bit his lip.

He registered how stupid he has been. It had been presumptuous to decide you needed the money, that it would save you a little while from doing this sort of work; he didn't stop to think that perhaps you had chosen this occupation, not out of fear for the alternative, but because you wanted to.

The thought didn't sit right with him, but he cursed himself for accidentally labeling you while trying to do just the opposite.

Joel's need for being liked encouraged him to explain: "I thought I'd do something good by paying your price without needin' your service, ma'am and I seem to 'ave insulted you 'nstead, I'm sorry," he jabbered inarticulately and you let him, somewhat baffled.

The feeling of your heart fluttering had become so unfamiliar to you that you feared a stroke was in order. When you discerned the sincerity in his apology, you couldn't help but buckle under to his chivalrously ignorant charm.

"So you don't wanna fuck me?" you teased.

He looked flabbergasted and you laughed loudly as he stuttered to find the words.

The perplexed expression tugging at his aging wrinkles blurred into a sad pout when you stood. Triumph settled in his chest when you sat on the other side.

"I'm just fuckin' with ya, cowboy."

You often found that humor helped in awkward situations, and although you got a kick out of making men feel uncomfortable, you just couldn't bear watching his depressed eyes anymore. You hadn't really been mad with him. It was just that you — on more than one occurrence — had found yourself in the company of an arrogant prick on a high horse who'd like to fix you as if you were some delicate little thing in need of rescuing. Even if those customers had been right, you were not keen on having to rely on them for the good in their hearts.

Joel seemed to ease up though.

"So this how you usually spend your Friday nights? Keeping whores company."

"Thought I'd try something new," he smirked when he leaned back with a glint in his eye. You had to stop yourself from falling into their abyss.

You cocked a brow and leaned in with a wry look. "Don't shoot the messenger, but ya ain't very good at it."

Joel chuckled.

He bought you a drink then, and you quickly found Joel was an entertaining conversationalist. He was easy to open up, had jokes practically trickling out his sleeves and he was nice on the eyes, too.

Hours passed and drinks were emptied. You could tell he was holding back—whenever your laughter died out and there was only a silence between you, he would look at you with such inquisitive eyes, that you told him he could ask you whatever he wanted.

You figured it was only fair since he had told you so much about himself: his family, his work, his dating life, and quite frankly you enjoyed his company. You couldn't remember the last time you had been out like this—not looking for customers and simply having a good night out. It made you feel like you were on a date and to your surprise, you didn't hate it.

He was careful in his questioning and seemed genuinely interested in your work. His presence was incredibly serene and you hesitated only for a moment before deciding on telling him you also had a kid of your own. A sick one, with heaps of medical bills to be paid.

Joel was quite fascinated with you by the time you had told him more about yourself and he found that you had more in common than he would have guessed.

You told him about the dreams you had had when you were younger, how you were convinced you were going to play a special role in this world, be someone who would make a difference, and how all those hopes vanished when your boyfriend had left you alone with a kid without a single word.

"Damn fool," Joel had groaned.

It was around then Joel discovered you had talked for six-fucking-hours, but only because the bar's patrons were dwindling and they were closing up shop.

It was typical for you to be home around 2 o'clock or so, but you had been so caught up you hadn't even noticed it was past 3.

As you exited the bar together, Joel chuckled to himself in revelation. "Must've been a boy last I was out this late."

His comment made you grab hold of his arm and stare bright-eyed at his wristwatch. A little past three in the morning.

"Shit! I should've been home an hour ago," you panicked and it took Joel a second to realize why.

Earlier you had told him your neighbor babysat for you while you worked, someone you also considered your closest friend, and he suddenly felt very bad for holding you out so long. He imagined your friend would be worried sick by now, recalling the story you had told him about the time someone had roughed you up and you had passed out in an alley, returning home bruised and battered.

Joel hailed a cab, feeling compelled to make sure you got home fast and safely.

You gave the driver the address of the Chinese deli on the corner of your street and settled in the seat, Joel's hand lingering comfortably above your knee.

Through the night, you had noticed Joel touching you in one way or another—on your arm, on your shoulder, on the small of your back, and so on, although only when it felt so natural that you hadn't noticed before you subconsciously leaned into his touch.

It scared you a bit, being flushed with warmth under his warm calloused hands. All the same, you felt safe in his hands, like no one could ever hurt you again; and if they dared, they would answer to him.

Joel squeezed your thigh when he noticed your trepidation, only then becoming aware that his hand was on your thigh. He hadn't realized when he had put it there, but a thought reminded him that physical touch was his love language.

It was certainly too early to be in love, he reminded himself, however, he knew that if he would see you again, after this impending adieu you were racing toward, he would have to bite his tongue to not let the words slip. In his family, they threw the words around like smiles—it felt so natural to say them when he was in the company of someone he relished being with.

Joel decided he would ask you if you would like to see him again, and when he proposed the idea with his head stuck out the window like a dog, you spun on your heel, probably a little too eager.

"A date?" mused you, trying to see the romantic gesture rather than flashbacks from those you had gone on with your ex back in the day.

Joel's head tilted and you couldn't help but grin, amused with the way he looked like a dog longing to be petted and praised.

Your gaze flickered up to your apartment and saw that the lights were on only in the living room.

"Gimme your phone, cowboy."

He vehemently did and you typed in your number, saving it to his contacts along with your name and a smiley.

"I don't expect you to pay for my company next time 'round, but I do expect ya to pay the check and hold the doors for me," quipped you.

"Nothing less, ma'am."

He sat back contentedly with a proud smile and the driver switched the gears to move off of the curb.

Joel reacted: "Wait, wait, wait!"

He looked back at you, pushing his head halfway out the window again, and grinned stupidly.

"Can I kiss you?"

An uncontrollable laugh slipped from your lips, and you took his face in your hands. Joel swore his eyes bulged comically out of his head in pure adoration for your laugh, but his sheepishness was momentary for you happily pulled him into a sweet, sweet kiss.

After a moment, you pulled back, gazing softly down at him and he thought you looked so mesmerizing in the dim street light.

"Bet that's the most expensive kiss you've ever had," you teased.

Joel shrugged as if to say "it was worth it". He enjoyed the way you joked around your profession, you seemed to tackle a lot with humor.

When the taxi pulled back into the street, Joel swallowed his heart back into place and he finally looked down at his phone.

He smiled in such a boyish way and pronounced your name.

"What's that?" grumbled the driver.

Joel couldn't rid himself of the smile dancing on his lips. He could still taste your lipgloss.

"Nothin'," he responded dismissively, eyes still fixed on his phone. He didn't have to move in the seat to know he had gotten a hard-on from kissing you.

The driver hummed, then said, "so, ya gonna give me an address or somethin'?"

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your first day at Family Video goes better then expected and when Eddie invites you on a late night drive you can’t say no.

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Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Still pretty SFW. Two idiots being vulnerable and flirting. TW : mentions of sexual assault in the past (no details just alluded to).

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Authors Note: This is the biggest story concept I’ve ever tried doing so thank you to everyone who’s been reading so far. I’ve never taken on a story with so many characters and moving parts so comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are all greatly appreciated. A special thank you to my wife @myobmaya and @sweetsweetjellybean for reading my rough drafts and helping me get out of my head.

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Despite Eddie promising that the two of you would be inseparable you didn’t see him again after that. Even going as far as peaking out your window hoping to catch a glimpse of that wild mane of his shamelessly trying to orchestrate an ‘accidental’ run in. Convincing yourself it was because you were bored not because you wanted to see his dimples again. His van never seemed to be there between normal working hours, of course he must’ve had a full time job he was 20.

So when Friday rolled around and your Chevy Nova pulled into the parking lot of your new job with a loud squeal, you were ready for some solid human interaction. Reaching over to pop open your glovebox, your eyes lock with the rolled joint courtesy of Eddie’s Munson’s free weed. After work joints were a favorite past time of yours deciding tonight would be a good time to continue the tradition.

Your driver door opens with it’s usual loud creak, the cringe on your face never going away no matter how many times it happens. Wiping your sweaty nervous palms on the dark denim of your jeans, the converse on your feet bring you to the entrance.

Bells chime loudly when you walk in, standing in the front you glance around the store thats filled wall to wall with any kind of movie any one in this small town could ever want. There’s a faint smell of popcorn which you find odd considering it wasn’t an actual movie theater, with American Werewolf in London playing quietly in the background you don’t think you’ll hate it here. Racking your brain you desperately try to remember the name of the guy you were suppose to be asking for. The magic of being surrounded by movies finally fading with reality kicking in. You knew it started with an ‘S’ was it Stan? Stu?

“Is there some kind of beauty pageant in Hawkins I wasn’t aware of Robin?” The smooth voice of the boy resting on the counter in front of you catches your attention. He’s got the kind of hair a model would kill for and a smile that’s worth a million bucks. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, your smart enough to catch the green family video vest wrapped around his broad shoulders.

The striped polo underneath it definitely does the boy favors, with pants so tight they are almost enough to make your cheeks turn hot. Eye’s flickering down you catch the ‘Steve’ on his name tag. Holding back an internal groan you remember exactly who you were suppose to ask for.

“Steve Harrington?”

The smile on his face only widens with a flirtatious twinkle in his eyes as he pushes himself off the counter “And she knows my name already, this must be my lucky day.”

The girl he referred to as Robin catches on before he does, with a loud laugh her honey colored waves bounce as she throws her head back.

“Way to hit on the new girl dingus.”

Steve’s cheeks flush deep red when he realizes his mistake, hazel eyes going wide when they meet yours drowning with embarrassment.

“Oh man, this is awkward. Look that was super inappropriate. I’m so sorry, please don’t quit.” The confident demeanor he was putting on suddenly gone, leaving nothing but a nervous rambling boy in his place.

“Do you always hit on the customers?” Cocking a brow you cross your arms over your chest, the corner of your lips turning up. Just like Eddie you were enjoying watching him squirm. Something about humiliating boys bringing you joy, especially cocky boys like Steve Harrington.

“No-“

“Absolutely he does, you’ll get used to it.” The girl behind the counter cuts him off before making her way around. Her tuxedo top, rolled up to her elbows makes her look like an 80’s dream. With a black tie wrapped tightly around the neck of her button up tucked into her high waisted slacks she’s the epitome of cool even with the green vest.

“I’m Robin by the way.” Extending her hand she gives you a sweet smile showing her perfect white teeth.

“I’m y/n.” Wrapping your hand around hers, you glance back at Steve. “I’ll forgive you just this once, but only because it clearly hasn’t been working for you.”

Robin’s laugh echos again when she drops your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose Steve makes his way passed both of you going back behind the counter mumbling under his breath about grabbing you a vest.

“Look, if this is going to be a new dynamic here. The kind where you two gang up on me, I’m not going to be okay with that.” He doesn’t look at either one of you while he’s talking, rummaging through the drawers underneath the registers until he finds a slightly used looking vest.

“Aww calm down Stevie, we’re just having fun. It’s not like I haven’t made fun of your poor attempts at picking up unsuspecting women at work before.” Robin grins eating up Steve’s irritation.

The day is spent watching cheesy training videos in the small back room that looks like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, both of them taking turns checking in on you. When you make it on the sales floor after a few hours of mindless torture you realize Robin was right. Not only did you get used to Steve’s over the top pick up lines, but against your better judgment you couldn’t help but find yourself entertained by the relentless-ness of his determination. Watching Steve get turned down more times then you could count you were shocked at how fast your first day went. Laughing and falling into easy banter with the two of them, there was a small part of you that wasn’t ready for your shift to end.

—-

The night air has a sharp chill to it when the three of you close up, looking up at the clear sky you still couldn’t get over how many stars you could see out here. Losing yourself for a second it’s only when Robin grabs the back of your arm you remember where you are.

“Everything good?” Her eyes are soft on you.

“Oh- um yeah. We just didn’t have stars like this in the city. It’s beautiful out here.” Giving her a reassuring smile Steve snorts at your words.

“Hawkins? Beautiful? You absolutely just moved here.” Shrugging on his grey jacket he tosses his keys in the air before catching them with a wink.

“You love to show off don’t you?” Teasing Steve was becoming one of your favorite things. You couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of making friends with the two of them. Your new mysterious one missing in action.

“No need to show off sweetheart, I’m just that good.” Steve’s cockiness makes Robin give him a hard shove as the three of you make your way to your cars.

“A Chevy Nova? Niiiiice.” Steve heckles with a grin when he sees your car parked adjacent to his. Yours rusted and old, his shiny and new.

“Not all of us can drive BMW’s Steve.” Rolling your eyes, your fingers dig through your purse for your keys.

“Last I checked she actually has her own place. Aren’t you two the same age?” Robin smirks opening the passenger side door of Steve’s car.

Of course he was taking Robin home, the closeness of the two obvious best friends makes your heart swell with a mixture of admiration and jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah keep it up or you’re walking home.” Opening the driver side Steve leans forward arms resting over the door and the roof. “All jokes aside I’m glad Keith didn’t hire someone lame. Remember Tammy Thompson?” Looking towards his friend she makes an exaggerated show of rolling her eyes nodding her head.

“You did great!” Robin gives you a double thumbs up enthusiastically. The gesture making a small smile spread over your face.

You mimic Steve’s stance on your own car “Yeah, I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I was going too. Even if Steve did hit on me when I first walked in.”

Robin throws her head back loving having someone else who’s not charmed by his slick tongue and pseudo confidence.

“Look can we just forget that happened okay?” Pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time that day, you were figuring out this was a signature stance.

“Never, I’m never going to let you forget it Harrington.” Throwing him a wink you give Robin a small wave before getting into your car. Eager hands already reaching for what you’d been looking forward to all day.

Steve’s headlights flood the inside of your dark car, when he doesn’t make any moves to pull out it takes you a minute to realize that he’s waiting for you to leave first. He was making sure you were safe.

Maybe the city had hardened your heart but you weren’t used to strangers having your best interests in mind like this. The simple gesture is enough to make your chest tighten.

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With the windows rolled down the bitter night air feels good running through your hair. Inhaling deeply you blow the smoke out into the darkness of the back roads, Bat Out of Hell playing so loud it makes your speakers shake. Your mind can’t help but wander to Eddie, the nickname Wayne gave him few nights prior seemed nothing short of fitting. The thought of the two men makes your lips twitch up despite your best efforts. The fleeting beginnings of happiness settling deep in your chest as your tires speed down the pavement, doing the unthinkable you let yourself feel it.

The hope you had felt after you met your new neighbors grows ten fold when you think about your first day with Steve and Robin. The new feeling of excitement radiates through your finger tips as they tap against the steering wheel. Singing loudly and off tune, you finally let yourself take the breath you had been holding onto for the past few years. You finally made the right choice, the first time in your whole life.

Hitting the entrance of the trailer park, you turn the music down not wanting to be on the receiving end of Wayne’s annoyance. When your headlights hit their trailer the boy you’d been trying to catch a glimpse of the past few days is right in front of you. A group of kids who couldn’t be any older then 15 surround him, with arms flailing animatedly all of them seemed to be getting into some kind of heated argument. Brows furrowing, you notice all of their matching baseball tee’s. Hellfire Club.

By the time you pull into your drive way you’ve caught Eddie’s attention. Chocolate eyes on you, the dimples you definitely weren’t thinking about show themselves when his lips pull up into a smile. Ignoring the arguing boys in front of him, he shoves passed them making long strides towards your car as you start getting out.

“There’s my new best friend!” Arms spread wide his smile only grows bigger showing his teeth.

His loud outburst makes the kids stop fighting, one with particularly curly hair covered in a baseball cap quirks his head at you.

“Who’s that?” His voice has a slight lisp to it and you can’t help but think it’s cute. The one he spoke to had long black hair that looked eerily similar to the metal head’s that was walking towards you.

“I didn’t know he knew any girls.” The only one without a Hellfire shirt speaks up, wearing the same letterman jacket as the guys from the other night piecing together that they must be in high school. The three boys watch both of you with curious eyes.

“Well, well if it isn’t Mr. disturb the peace himself.” A teasing smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. Crossing your arms over your chest you lean back against your car, the heat of the drive keeping the metal and your body warm.

“I’ll have you know, I don’t resent that title at all.” The wink he gives you makes your stomach flutter and you do your best to ignore it.

The smile on Eddie’s face only widens when he reaches you, standing in front of him makes you realize just how tall he actually is. Craning your neck up to meet his doe eyes, you can’t help but match his excited energy. Your own cheeks hurting from how hard he was making you grin.

“Care to tell me why your hanging out with children on a Friday night? And also why you’re all in matching shirts?”

“Why? You jealous? You want one?” Rocking back on his heels he clasps his hands behind his head making his shirt ride up, your proud of the self control you maintain when your eyes don’t flicker down.

“As metal looking as they are, I have no idea what Hellfire club is. Is it that satanic cult you were trying to get me to join the other night?” Arching your brow with a teasing smirk it was far too easy to slip in your usual banter with him.

Glancing over his shoulder you see the kids are watching you with baited breath.

“That’s a hefty invite to get, I don’t think we’re there yet. It’s the DND club I run.” You can’t help but take notice in the prideful look in his eyes when he says it.

“Don’t tell me that the Eddie Munson is a Dungeon Master. ” Batting your eyelashes at him you play into his ego just a little bit.

When his cheeks flush pink your own ego grows slightly.

“Yes M’lady you are in the presence greatness. I’m not just any Dungeon Master, I’m the Dungeon Master sweetheart. Just ask those destroyed little sheep over there.” Turning around he points at the three boys who quickly try to act like they weren’t opening staring at whatever was unfolding right in front of them.

Giving them a little wave you chuckle to yourself at how awkward they get before clambering into Eddie’s van arguing in hushed voices.

“Are you their baby sitter or something?” Eddie’s eyes widen at your question when he turns back to you.

“Uhh not exactly.” Fidgeting with his rings he stops making eye contact, the ground suddenly becoming interesting.

“What do you-“

“What are you doing right now?” Eddie cuts you off before you can press further bringing his attention back to you, excitement dancing in his brown pools like he just got a brilliant idea.

“Like right now, right now?” Pushing yourself off the car you look down at your watch. Red numbers reading 9:45pm flash back at you.

“Well not right this second but like 40 minutes from now? I just got to take these little idiots home but after that I gotta make some runs. I could use a co pilot...” Raising his eyebrows at you he watches the wheels in your head turn. “Besides I know my Uncle offered up my tour guide services free of charge to you.”

“You’re gonna give me a tour in the middle of the night?” Giving him a hard time, you already know you’re going to say yes.

“That’s the perfect time, all the assholes are inside.” Flashing you a toothy grin he starts backwards towards his van. “Be outside in 30.”

“You just said 40!” The butterflies can’t be ignored this time at the thought of spending the entire evening with him.

“I drive fast, bring whatever music you want. I’ll even let you set the mood that’s how nice I am.” Throwing a wink your way he turns around jogging the rest of the way to his van. The curly haired boy’s head sticks out the driver side window, a knowing smirk spread wide over his face.

“Oh okay buddy, I see you.” His eyes squint when his cheeks push up, a look of pure joy.

“Can it Henderson, get in your seat.” You can’t help but laugh at Eddie’s sharp tone with the kid, the sweet sound makes him turn his head one last time flashing you a quick smile before jumping in.

Starting his van with a loud rumble, you watch him peel out with Metallica back at the volume that got him flicked between the eyes. Completely ignoring his Uncle’s warning, something tells you it won’t be the last time you see that argument happen.

—-

“Are you seriously going to make me listen to Meatloaf?” Eddie scoffs grabbing the cassette from your hand.

“First of all you said I could pick the music, and I told you the other night that I loved him. Specifically mentioned Meatloaf while addressing your question about Metallica.” Crossing your arms your staring up at him again only this time next to the passenger door of his van.

Rolling his eyes his wiggles the tape in his hand “Yeah, yeah, yeah I guess I did say that.”

“I could just go have the relaxing night alone I had planned if you’d rather not listen to my music choice.” Arching your brow you pretend not to be hyper aware of his reaction.

“Whoa, whoa whoa sweetheart, lets not get crazy here.” Opening the door for you it creaks loudly just like yours. Eddie’s face turning into your familiar cringe.

The warmth of his calloused hand makes you jump when it comes in contact with your skin. Fingers wrapping gently around yours he helps you take the giant step into his van. Heat prickling at your cheeks too shy to meet his eyes you climb into the passenger seat. When he lets go and shuts the door you pretend like you don’t miss the feeling of his touch.

The smell of cigarettes and weed hit your nose first, there’s an underlining hint of drug store cologne that lingers faintly behind it. It was Eddie’s smell trapped and encapsulated inside the metal confines of his van. Inhaling deeply it’s oddly comforting to you, closing your eyes you let yourself enjoy it before he’s opening the drivers side door. Still not ready to meet his gaze you begin snooping around. Turning around in your seat you can’t stop grin that spreads over your face. With the back seats removed the empty space was filled with giant blankets and fluffy pillows. Warn in and well loved you could already picture him lounged out with a joint dangling from his lips lost in his music thats always being played too loud.

“Admiring my office?” You don’t realize how close his face is to yours till you turn around ready to respond.

Eddie Munson’s giant brown eyes are only inches from yours and it’s almost enough to make you forget how to breath for a second. The self control you were so proud to have doesn’t exist in the close quarters of his van, eyes dropping down to his lips it’s hard for you to look away. When his tongue licks over his bottom lip, you realize he’s doing the same thing.

“You call this an office?” Snorting your the one that breaks the tension. The breath he’d been holding fans hot across your cheeks. “This looks like Cheech and Chongs hang out spot.”

“I am a pot dealer if you don’t remember?” Shaking his head with grin he finally pulls out of your personal space. “Besides it weirdly makes the first time buyers comfortable, gotta keep them coming back sweetheart.”

Turning the key in the ignition the van shakes with the start of the engine, settling into your seat you reach over clicking your seat belt into place ignoring the feeling of Eddie’s burning stare.

“Yes?” Meeting his eyes you try to read the expression on his face.

“I’m just going to give you the agenda for the evening, you know as a good tour guide should.”Raising his eye brows he waits for you to nod encouraging him to continue.

“First, we’re gonna drive to my buddy Rick’s house so I can pick up some new supply. Then there’s just a few people I gotta drop off too, it’ll be super quick.” He waves his hand as he continues like the boring stuff was done. “But after that, I thought I could show you some of my favorite smoking spots. Places I like to go to clear my head.”

“I don’t know Munson, sounds like you’re trying to get me high in the back of your van.” corners of your eyes wrinkling you can’t seem to get enough of giving him a hard time. Others would call it flirting, but that’s not what you’re telling yourself this is.

“What? Me? You’re the perv that suggested it. I never said anything about going to the back of the van.” Eyes lighting up he nudges your shoulder with his own before putting the van in drive. “Put on your dad rock and light this joint, so far you’re a lousy co-pilot I have to say.”

You can’t stop that laugh from bubbling out of your chest, throwing your head back you haven’t felt this carefree around a person in awhile. There’s a part of you that wants to fight it but just like in your car on the way home, you’re going to let yourself feel it even if just for tonight.

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The ride to Rick’s house was shorter then you thought it would be, but still long enough for you and Eddie to kill your first joint. With finger tips grazing each time you passed it back and fourth, your touches become more and more prominent as your inhibitions lower. Stolen glances lingering longer then they should, laughing probably a little too hard at each other’s bad jokes. The pure bliss of it all consuming you. So when you pulled up to the house that sat right at the edge of the lake, you were embarrassed of how much of you didn’t want him to leave even if it was just going to be for a few minutes.

“He’s super weird about people he doesn’t know, I’ll just be like five minutes I swear.” Leaving his keys in the ignition he gives your knee a reassuring squeeze. Rings hitting the lights on the dashboard the glint catching your eye when he pulls away.

“Putting a lot of trust in me not to steal you van.” You tease desperate to get him to stay even just for a few moments longer.

“Look, I know where you live okay? You wouldn’t get very far.” Eddie’s grinning from ear to ear when he hops out.

The smile never leaves your face when the wild haired boy runs up to the front door of the house. Taking advantage of being alone you start to really look around the inside of his van, empty packs of Marlboro Reds are littered all over the floors, there’s a half drank big gulp sitting in his cup holder, some kind of red liquid mixed with old ash from a mixture of cigarettes and joints. A guitar pick that’s similar to the one that hangs around his neck dangles from the rearview mirror. His dashboard is covered in band stickers, ranging from Iron Maiden to Wasp it was collage of all of his favorites. Running your fingers over the edges of each one you can tell they were strategically placed with the utmost care. This was Eddie’s safe space, and here he was inviting you to join him in it.

True to his word, he’s only gone for a few minutes before the loud creak of his door brings you out of your thoughts, clambering in with his toothy grin still intact.

“One stop down, two more to go.” Reaching over he puts the brown paper sack at your feet fingers brushing against your leg when he sits back up. Cheeks tingling when they linger for just a second.

There’s a brief moment of comfortable silence that falls between the two of you on your drive to his next destination. Eyeing his pack of cigarettes that sit on top of his radio you decide to be bold and help yourself. Besides, it was his fault you smoked your last one anyway.

Without missing a beat Eddie starts digging through his jean pockets for a lighter. Handing it over to you with a wink clearly not caring about your sticky fingers.

“Gimmie one too?” His eyes are soft when they look at you. Fishing out the two smokes you plop one in your mouth before reaching over waiting for him to grab his from your palm. Lighting your cigarette you look over confused when he never takes his own. His grip never leaving the steering wheel, he leans across the console with an open mouth. It takes you a minute to realize what Eddie want you to do. Unwilling to meet his gaze, with your best poker face on you slot it between his full lips. Ignoring the way they feel when they brush across your finger tips as they close around the butt. Shaky hands light his cigarette. The flame dances across his face in the darkness of the van casting shadows along his cheek bones and jawline.

Eddie Munson was handsome.

Inhaling deeply hollowing out his cheeks his eyes flicker between the road and you. Exhaling through your nose you focus on ignoring the way he’s staring at you until it’s obvious he wants your attention.

“I’m starting to realize you have a real staring problem.” You tease deciding that the only way you’ll keep your composure is by giving him a hard time.

Ignoring your remark he takes another drag of his cigarette before rolling his window down to ash.

“So what’s your damage?” It’s a loaded question when it leaves his mouth, even he knows that.

“Well you just jump straight to the point huh?” Averting your gaze you busy yourself with another hit ignoring the way you palms start to sweat at the thought of sharing with him. Too scared that once he finds out he’ll decide it’s too much.

“Come on, you’re 21 and you live on your own. You left the city to move to Hawkins of all places, there’s a reason for that.” Inhaling the last of his cigarette he flicks it out the window before rolling it back up. “Look, you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine?”

You don’t know if it’s the weed or if it’s the boy next to you, maybe even a combination of both that lets the well crafted wall you had built crumble just a little. Taking another hard drag you let the smoke sit in your lungs, the nicotine giving your brain the fuzzy feeling you were craving.

You exhale loudly before finally sharing something you’d kept close to you for so long.

“Things happened back home - consent wasn’t something that was respected at a shitty high school party. It’s been a few years but you know, it’s almost like you can’t ever fully come back from something like that. ” Refusing to meet his eyes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth nervously, despite your better judgment you keep going. Maybe it was the way he was actually listening.

“Somehow my genetics sparred me from being an alcoholic but my parents weren’t so lucky. It was all so much that I felt like I couldn’t think. Like I couldn’t breathe. I guess I just needed to get away from it all.”

Taking the last drag of your cigarette you finally let yourself glance in his direction. His face is set in a hard line, eyes staring daggers at the road, the whites of his knuckles show with the intensity of his grip on the steering wheel. Anger radiating off of him, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Unclenching his jaw he finally responds to you. “I’m not their baby sitter.”

“What?” Voice laced with confusion you have no idea why the conversation is even taking this turn but your thankful that he doesn’t press you any further.

“The kids, I’m uhh I’m not their babysitter. I’m still in high school. You’re looking at Hawkins High’s very own super senior two years in the running.” Eddie pauses for a minute before he continues “You know with a Dad that’s in jail and a mom that died before I had the chance to really remember her what else would you expect from someone like me?” His tone is self deprecating, fingers twitching in your lap all you want to do is reach out and take his.

“Well, I didn’t stay long enough to graduate if that makes you feel any better. I dropped out, got my GED, packed whatever I could in my shitty car and drove to one of the smallest towns I could find. If anything, I’m impressed you still have the will power to go back.”

Eddie almost can’t believe the words that come out of your mouth. With not a single trace of judgment on your face, you were accepting him like he wasn’t the giant fuck up he always thought he was. Like the whole town thought he was and on occasion his Uncle. He can feel his emotions get caught in his throat. He doesn’t know why you picked Hawkins or how you even stumbled upon his shitty little trailer park, but he was thanking whatever gods brought you to him determined to get closer to you.

“Yeah?” He hates that he needs you to say it again.

“Absolutely, high school fucking sucks.” Stretching in your seat you look at him with an easy smile.

Neither one of you push each other further, having shared enough for a lifetime between the two of you in just a few short minutes. The heaviness of the secrets you both kept become a little lighter on your shoulders.

—

By the time you reach Eddie’s last stop you’re three joints deep when he leaves you in the van again. The sound of Paradise by the Dashboard light spills out of his speakers, turning the volume up you can’t help but get lost in it, this had always been one of your favorite songs growing up. Despite the complicated lyrics it reminded you of happier times. Trying your best to be Ellen Foley you don’t even realize Eddie’s walking back up.

“Jesus- you know it’s like 1am right? I could hear Meatloaf from Byer’s front door.” The annoyance disappears off his face when he sees you dancing like a stoned lunatic in his passenger seat.

Completely unaware of his presence, your arms flail around so uncoordinated he thinks you have to be trying to move like this, eyes pinched closed you’re belting out every line completely off key. There’s a part of him that wishes there was some way to record this to use it against you in future arguments and another part of him that wants it for himself, because the sight of you like this makes his heart skip a beat.

“STOP RIGHT THE- oh fuck!”

Eddie’s got a Cheshire smile when he watches the embarrassment of being caught sink onto your face.

“You done?” Biting his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, the corners of his mouth twitch up and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh my god, this is -fuck -this is embarrassing.” Reaching forward you go to lower the volume but Eddie slaps your hand away.

“No, no, please don’t stop on my or the neighborhood’s behalf. Keep going.” Nodding his head for you to continue his smile grows so much the corners of his eyes crease. With a roll of yours, you go for the knob again.

“Ha ha ha, very funny Munson that’s en- hey!” Another tap to your hand he bats you away again, sighing loudly you look up at him annoyed. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

Both of you stare at each other silently battling for dominance. Raising an eye brow at you he has no plans of backing down from this.

Let me sleep on it. (Will you love me forever?) Let me sleep on it. (Will love me forever?)

Eddie’s theatrics makes you jump and it takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing, it’s only when you hear how badly he’s singing that you realize he’s doing his best impression of Meatloaf’s voice. His dramatic flare has him jumping all around the empty street, gripping at his chest as he points at you.

“Eddie!!” Your hushed yell is broken by the cackle that bubbles from your chest, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t in the van anymore, you’re finally able to bring the music down to a normal volume.

“Hey! I was clearly in the middle of giving you the performance of a life time. Not. fucking. cool.” Pointing at you from the other side of the street he pretends to glare but the smile that pulls across his face ruins his performance.

“Get in the car before someone calls the cops, they might think someone was killing their cat out in the street.” Your grin is menacing when you wait for him to realize the insult hidden in your words.

“Last I checked, you’re the one who chose tonight’s music. Not my fault if I get a little carried away, if anything you should be happy.” Winking as he climbs back in, there’s a new kind of electricity in the air between you two.

A line you both crossed with out even trying tonight, it was just too easy to be yourselves around each other. So used to having to be ashamed of your short comings you both openly accepted them with out a second thought. The muscles in your face turning sore from the constant pull in his presence. You already know that you’ll wonder if tonight was a dream when you wake up in the morning.

“It was definitely a performance. A performance of a life time though? Jury’s still out on that.” The sound of Eddie’s laugh fills you with the kind of happiness that you thought you wouldn’t ever feel again. You wish there was a way you could save it.

“That’s fine, I have plenty more where that came from sweetheart.” The nickname sounds different this time. Less casual.

When your eyes dart to the clock on his dashboard your heart sinks a little. Despite not wanting the night to end the thought of having to wake up for work in the morning hangs over you like a giant rain cloud ready to ruin the birthday party. You wanted to live in this little bubble forever.

Eddie’s eyes follow yours to the clock and he knows exactly how you feel because he feels it too.

“Probably time we reel it in huh?” Chuckling awkwardly he waits for you to answer before he starts the engine. Part of him hoping you’ll just throw caution to the wind and want to keep the night going somehow.

“Yeah, unfortunately I started a job today, well I mean technically yesterday.” You knew you were rambling but the way his eyes kept darting towards your lips was making you lose your train of thought.

“She’s got bills to pay! No need to explain pretty girl, there’s always next time.” Eddie tries to keep it simple. Scared to come off too strong, he needed you to know he wanted this to happen again.

Biting your lip at the new endearment, you settle back in your seat too shy to meet his eyes. The low rumble of the engine brings you both back to reality as his van lurches forward.

“Thanks for tonight Eddie.” Your voice comes out quieter than you intend it to, clearing your throat you speak up a little louder. “This was more fun then I’ve had in awhile, so thank you.”

“What are best friends for?” Eddie wants to kick himself in the teeth when the words leave his mouth.

But when your hand reaches for his, small fingers slotting between his big ones it’s almost like you saw the internal battle written all over his face.

“Yeah, best friends.” You agree with a hum.

It’s a good place to start.

Chapter three

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AOT CHARACTERS! AT HOGWARTS ★ masterlist.

genre: hogwarts au | notes: just my own personal interpretations & ideas so you are welcome to disagree! i thought long and hard about these... :P & i really worked a lot so hope u guys enjoy!!! wanna do hcs for these guys too !

★ part of the "harry potter" series

“I’ve done this job for centuries, on every student’s head I’ve sat, of thoughts I take inventories, for I’m the famous Sorting Hat, I’ve sorted high, I’ve sorted low, I’ve done the job through thick and thin / So put me on and you will know / Which House you should be in.”

GRYFFINDOR ; levi, jean, connie, historia, furlan, colt, marcel.

levi is one of the bravest men in the attack on titan universe, and i think in a modern timeline, he would still be incredibly brave, loyal and fiercely focused. he is honest and knows that what he believes in is his own personal truth. at hogwarts, levi would be less inclined to participate in house rivalry and cares little for his sigil, but i think his personality suits gryffindor -- he is candid and upfront, but not sinister. not exactly unfriendly, but a little distanced, but protective when provoked.

jean, like levi, is known for his bravery and courage, naturally taking a leadership role. he would be a role-model for many younger (and even older) gryffindors and would find pride in his colours and sigil. he is very level-headed and can be ignorant and conceited, but he does what he thinks is the right thing to do rather than what he personally wants.

connie is sometimes irrational, but with a strong heart of gold like the sigil of gryffindor. like a lion, connie's moods change and he can be a little bit flustered, and easily led by others, but his loyalty to his personal causes and to his friends are unmatched. although not the bravest person in gryffindor, connie's slow-wit makes for sharp humour and a natural comforting aura that gryffindor's adore and cling to. if he had to, connie would fight for a cause, but just because he needs more time to feel brave than others does not mean that he is a coward.

historia can easily put her life on the line for a cause she believes in, and i could see her being perfect in gryffindor. occasionally, historia can be reckless and bold, trying to challenge a norm, but she is also level-headed and intelligent enough to know when a fight is not hers to win or lose. she is heroic, sometimes pointlessly, but renowned for her generosity, cleverness and loyalty that needs no house colours.

furlan is a shadow, enjoying the buzz of gryffindor and bringing his selective energy to a group. he is smart, and hardworking, but sometimes selective on who to give his time to and when to give it, making him perfect for the spectrum of gryffindor that is down to earth and chill. yet he has the charisma of a lion, proud of his house and his own being, slightly toeing the line of arrogance when wanted.

marcel & colt share the same qualities of being undying devotees. they will be the poster boys for gryffindor, excelling in all notable traits, the textbook definition of a gryffindor. even when they are not in their house colours, their personalities are so in tune with the expected qualities of a gryffindor that those around them are acutely aware of what house they belong to. not slightly intimidating or unkind, they are the kinds of gryffindors who people just like, who stay out of trouble when preferred but can stir up a conversation when the situation demands it.

“You might belong in Gryffindor / Where dwell the brave at heart / Their daring, nerve, and chivalry / Set Gryffindors apart.”

HUFFLEPUFF ; reiner, falco, sasha, marco, isabel, niccolo

reiner struggles, but he will not go down without a fight. he is one of the most hardworking students in both his house and year (a fact known by many) and he seemingly dominates on the quidditch fields. he is the big brother of his house, helping break the stereotype of a hufflepuff being weak, irrelevant, uninspiring. reiner always felt like an outsider to hufflepuff, thinking he had a lack of moral code, an occasional blurring of right and wrong, a streak of competitiveness unlike other hufflepuffs. but he is laid back and accepting, friendly and empathetic, wanting to live peacefully and often getting dragged into conflicts by his peers or by those who see him as competition. he is very modest, often downplaying his own greatness, enjoying the life as a hufflepuff as it keeps him away from the buzz, just the way he likes it.

falco is shy, cheerful, inquisitive, everything that embodies a hufflepuff. he is extremely open-minded, happy to have his opinion changed if somebody can explain it to him well enough. falco avoids confrontations, enjoying friendships with other students and if he can't seek a friendship, then it's better to avoid them all together. he is studious, but not keen on homework, doing his best and doing it so that it satisfies him is important!

sasha is curious, often obnoxious and loud and over the top, but with no hard feelings and a bubbly personality that reeks of forced friendliness. sasha won't argue with somebody who is standing in her way- like a small animal, with special connections to the earth, sasha would rather accept defeat and cooperate than confront. but she is willing to stand up for things she personally believes in, vicious like a badger. if she saw anybody teaming up on those less able to defend themselves, one could imagine sasha and reiner teaming up to show other houses that the badgers can bite, too, and not all hufflepuff's are docile.

marco is too trusting, making him suited to hufflepuff due to his slight naivety, but general good heart and will. he is unproblematic and calm, with a smile on his face, giving the impression of slight lunacy or absurd friendliness. marco is always willing to help those in need, but can easily retract that kindness as quick as he gives if he feels that person is undeserving of his help. he is academically inclined enough, taking inspiration from several hufflepuff celebrities who went on to be big names in the wizard world, but sometimes lacking social awareness, making him a character more comfortable in his own environment surrounded by his own people as opposed to in the hub of student life.

isabel is cheerful, loyal and just- three fine traits that make her a perfect hufflepuff family member. but don't assume that the yellow robes make her a pushover. unlike some of her classmates, isabel knows how to put someone in their place, often giving the impression that isabel would have been perfect in any house. that being said, she is driven by a crowd, more confident with her friends and will likely be afraid to stand up for herself or others if she didn't have the support of her friends around her. isabel is not held back by the house segregations, and can often be seen around other house tables. isabel is like a spirit carrying herself to any student who she finds interesting, but if they bite, she might need a few days to fess up to one of her friends about what happened before she finds the courage to show them that they messed with the wrong girl.

niccolo has few interests, but enjoys the hufflepuff common room because of the location, submerged near the kitchens. he is slightly snobbish, but finds that the equality of hufflepuff was exactly what he needed to loosen up. he isn't the most academically inclined, and isn't too interested in being big or bold or brave. he is peaceful, practical- keeping his skills and interests personal and not often trying to make friends with others.

“You might belong in Hufflepuff / Where they are just and loyal / Those patient Hufflepuffs are true / And unafraid of toil.”

RAVENCLAW ; hange, armin, gabi, hitch, pieck, yelena, onyankopon

hange is eccentric, sometimes even seen as outlandish and crazy, but their intelligence is renowned enough to earn them a spot in the ravenclaw tower. they are incredibly philosophical, yearning to know more about the world and deep diving into certain studies that are of interest to them. they aren't necessarily the smartest person at hogwarts, but they are an expert in things that are of interest to them, and are always thinking about ways to explore different ideas. they aren't afraid to break a few rules, often finding loopholes in norms and challenging what is morally (and sometimes perhaps ethically) right. they are interested in approaching things in different ways to other students that to them make no sense, but hange always seems to find an alternative, a new way of thinking and being, that others simply never think of. their incredible intelligence and perspective makes them a suitable candidate for this house, and their daring nature puts them on par with slytherins and gryffindors, looking for ways to be ahead of the curve.

armin is a wild card, one of the reasons why ravenclaws are sometimes treated with distance and disdain. armin knows how to use his wit to his advantage, challenging ideas in academia and debate, known to be a slight gaslighter and manipulator. armin can sway the opinion in a room, charm without any potions. like hange, armin can bend the rules, although he would prefer not to, always a bit cautious of the consequences of his own actions. he can get existential, enhancing his desires to learn and become an expert in his field. you can count on armin to carry a class discussion, filled with questions and ideas.

gabi is quick, and thinks on her feet, making her impeccable with mental mathematics, quick fire debates, school challenges and such. gabi is slightly ignorant, almost shallow, but with her own moral code that makes sense to her pureblood ancestors. in some ways, she is sometimes mistaken as slytherin for her occasional sarcasm and blunt honesty, but this is gabi utilising her quick wit and mental strength. she has a hard time being wrong, always believing that she is ahead of those around her, but sometimes she can be brought back to earth and finds that being humbled is a necessary human experience. gabi is logical, rational, sometimes cruel with her beliefs, but she always has a source to cite her words, never afraid to preach what she believes, arguing her case until the very end.

hitch is headstrong, never frightened to speak her mind. sometimes too confident with the assets she knows she has, hitch can appear condescending and belittling, losing her patience with people less competent than her. but hitch likes to socialise, and is one of the few ravenclaws who dislikes taking her classwork to her dorm, valuing that sometimes knowledge comes through life without the need of academia. hitch learns from those around her, more inspired by social events and discourse than a written text or puzzle. although hitch can be a little bit ambitious, she is by no means an overachiever.

pieck is dreamy, very open to new concepts and ideas proposed to her and she is a natural achiever. pieck never likes to study, but she retains knowledge like a sponge, applying it to everyday life where she least expects it. she knows the power of her own mind, soul and being and feels like it's a waste of time to try and prove herself to others. she doesn't push herself if she feels that it would be a waste of time to do so, and she enjoys winning people over with her thoughts and feelings. she'll do what she needs to without being too ambitious, accepting the strength of her own knowledge and feeling that where she is now is where she needs to be, with little thought to her future or the past as it travels by.

yelena, like armin, disturbs other students with her intense intelligence and expert knowledge in specific areas. yelena might seem unassuming sometimes, but her accurate precision with charms and dark arts is sometimes chilling. she can talk her way out of trouble by remembering specific details about others, making her often exceptionally good at recounting spells and performing enchantments and charms. she is a little bit of a loner, looking up to other students in silence and having little to say unless spoken to. her energy can be uncomfortable to others, which is why some might mistake her for another house, but there is no doubt in yelena's intelligence and how she can use it to her advantage very effortlessly.

onyankopon borders on genius. the sorting hat didn't think twice about it. he is exceptionally talented and academically inclined, and eager to share his knowledge with those around him, even and especially those in other houses. he is a little bit loud, but welcoming to all, not at all discriminatory to those below his mental level. onyankopon also believes in justice and what is right-- he's not afraid to challenge authority if he believes that something can be done better, and sometimes he can be seen as argumentative, even misleading and untrustworthy. but onyankopon finds challenging ideas to be entertaining, and he will always try to think outside the box and encourage others to do the same.

“Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind / Where those of wit and learning / Will always find their kind.”

SLYTHERIN ; eren, mikasa, erwin, annie, ymir, bertholdt, porco, floch, zeke

eren is devious, firm in his ways and beliefs and never afraid to provoke those who may look down on him or others around him. this is what makes him perfect for slytherin -- he is driven by passion and sometimes dumb strength, going headfirst into arguments, never really thinking about the effects things he does or says will have on other people. he is very aware of the world around him, and knows when to bow to authority, although he prefers to find his own flow and follow it. he knows what he wants and he has it in his head how he will achieve what he knows is his destiny. sometimes a little bit intense with his feelings, eren is charasmatic and somehow likeable, invoking powerful influence over others with his ideas and cool stance on life. he will never give up on what is important to him, and he will never back down from protecting those who are important to him, even going as far as to place himself in awkward situations just to save the face of others. he is extremely profound and thoughtful, and likely excels in academic and personal discussions, enjoying things that stimulate his brain and finding it fun when he can get hands on with an idea or a theory or a practice.

mikasa is sometimes quite one dimensional. she has her goals and her interests, and very little exists outside of those things that sometimes define her life. she is goal focused, and doesn't like to stray from things that are of paramount importance to her. she is intelligent, cunning and extremely calculative. mikasa never runs at dangers or obstacles head on, not unless it's life or death (which at hogwarts, honestly, seems likely). she likes to know what is at stake and what she can gain or lose in different situations. mikasa feels strongly about what she is interested in, and is protective of her friends and family. sometimes, her extremely stoic personality gives off an impression of unfriendliness, but mikasa is generous and compassionate, even if it's not always in everybody's face just how down to earth she may be.

erwin is a role-model for slytherins; he is level headed and calm, with extreme patience that borders on frightening. his ability to stay calm and focused is somehow intimidating to others, and he always seems to know what he is talking about. he has an air of trustworthiness and reliability, but he's not an overly comforting or friendly student. erwin can tolerate others, and he does so with impersonal feelings. there are few students he genuinely cares about -- he sees the bigger picture of his future, and not many people around him matter in the grand scheme of things. erwin likes to follow the rules while sometimes reinventing them to suit him, and is an advocate for other students' needs, thoughts, desires. if you were ever having a hard time as a slytherin, you knew that erwin could help you out; he doesn't need to be violent and unkind to command respect from others.

annie, much like her peers above, is very impersonal, almost selfish. she has those who she enjoys more than others, but she is content with being a lone wolf and doing what needs to be done, caring little about whether or not it is the norm. annie has the potential to excel in her studies, but her talents lie elsewhere and so do her interests. she is a natural at what she does, only really struggling in the social sectors of student life. she is morbidly curious about the darkness of the world, but with very little desire to tie herself to a cause or a movement. annie wants to live her life according to her own desires-- if those around her don't want to join, then it's more for her on the journey to whatever it is she wants in life.

ymir is the stereotype of slytherin, but with the talent of making it look effortless. ymir can be unkind, and unhinged, with dark jokes and edgy discussions, always toeing the line of disrespectful. she can be friendly when she wants to be, and has no problem making room for herself in friendship groups, even with those outside of slytherin. but, know that ymir is unapologetic, and can be brutal with what she thinks and does. having all the trademark qualities of a slytherin, ymir has pride with her house and her robes, using it as a way to elevate her own status in the school body. slightly arrogant and insensitive, ymir still has the potential and capability of being a fiercely good friend, with questionable morals but morals nonetheless. if a situation is good for her, then she can accept it as good for her friends. ymir has an understanding of the world that she wants to share with others, but ymir can accommodate many beliefs at once if she wants to, and isn't afraid to criticise what she believes to be wrong, or just plain stupid.

bertholdt is slightly less obnoxious than the previous slytherins. he has a slight shyness that makes him look unassuming, and he prefers to be quiet when he can, observant in nature. his slight paranoia and ability to watch and study others and the world around him makes him a cautious and quick thinker. bertholdt considers every alternative and option before making a decision, sometimes overthinking and therefore picking the least preferable option. any unkindness bertholdt has he channels into his sports or incantations, but generally, bertholdt enjoys being an enigma, a support rather than an attack. he doesn't like to take control, but he is very trustworthy, and will follow a command or a rule to the dot and never admit defeat. that doesn't mean he's a doormat. if you're unlucky, you'll catch a glimpse of his cruelness and sadistic thoughts, something only a slytherin might be able to possess.

porco knows who he is, and he knows what he wants. craving leadership, porco is outspoken and candid, provoking thought and discussion. he values communication, he likes to know what he can about everything, likes to discuss if he's wrong and hear every voice out in the room before deciding how he feels. sometimes porco can be narrow-minded, too caught up in his own head, too confident in his ability and thoughts. he can be judgemental without being able to foresee the damage his words or actions can do, but unlike others, porco can accept his mistakes and repair them, seeking a fair environment, trying to find peace. he is smart and he can read the room fairly well and sometimes use it to his advantage, but there can be situations where porco overestimates his own ability and therefore appears overly confident, conceited and arrogant.

floch is somewhat sinister. sometimes, he can even frighten other slytherins with his preposterous ideas, his challenging morals. above all of that, floch is very driven by a cause, very easily led, very easily swayed. loyal to those who he believes are above him, floch finds it easy to join a group and claim an identity, likely having a reputation at hogwarts for somebody you should never try to cross. floch isn't a bully, and he wouldn't torture other students with misery if they didn't do something to deserve it. when crossed, floch can be ruthless, which is why his potentially dark nature is tied to the tarnished reputation of slytherin. he is quite respectful, never disrespecting authority or others, but that doesn't mean he won't argue his point, using other tactics to hold the floor and reign victorious.

zeke is two faced, untrustworthy yet oddly enjoyable. people like zeke, and know that he is the source of all gossip and drama, but they know to keep zeke at arms length. his moods can change depending on the day, depending on what happens around him. zeke has his own moral and ethical code, but can play along with the rules since it gets him ahead in life. he is intelligent enough to take advantage of what is in his environment, and he is convincing enough to enrapture the people around him and manipulate them with ideas and stories. zeke is studious, enjoying the library, but can appear sometimes lazy with his performances. he is all bark and no bite, provoking others and retreating once the damage is done, letting an argument stew after instigating it but never wanting to be involved. people hate to like zeke, but he has a charm that draws people in, like a predator to prey, but nobody can be certain what zeke might do to cross others, or what he might believe to be his next path in life.

“Or perhaps in Slytherin / You’ll make your real friends / Those cunning folks use any means / To achieve their ends.”

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Two

Summary: Emily and Dieter go on their first date.

Rating: PG-13

Tagging @rhoorl because Working Title inspired me to write this

I spent most of that Friday getting ready. A mani-pedi and eyebrow wax at the salon, a mini makeover at Ulta, and a blowout and style at my hairdresser. I’d debated buying a new dress, but decided to spend my money on the beauty treatments instead. I wore my favorite dress, a comfortable but clingy teal blue wrap that showed just enough cleavage.

By the time I was done at the hairdresser, it was almost 3 o’clock and I headed for Pasadena. Traffic on the 210 could be a bitch at any time, but was especially bad on Fridays, so I didn’t want to take any chances. Better to get there early and have to kill some time than to be late. Objectively, I knew that if I got caught in traffic, I could text Dieter (everyone in SoCal understood getting stuck in traffic) but I didn’t want to have to make him wait. So I left ridiculously early and for once traffic was light. I pulled into the parking lot behind Vroman’s at 4:08.

Well, might as well browse the store a bit, I thought, rather than sit in the car. It was summer and too bloody hot to sit in a car without the A/C running. I walked into the bookshop and took a deep breath. The smell of brand new books filled my lungs and helped settle my nerves a little. Just a little, though, because I was on the verge of an anxiety attack every time I realized I was actually going on a date with Dieter Bravo.

I hadn’t told anyone about my plans other than Sam. I was fully aware of the rumors about Dieter’s past, and I knew at least one if my friends would try to warn me off. I was also very aware that he’d done a stint in rehab and had stayed out of the headlines ever since. I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I wandered the aisles, reacquainting myself with the layout of the store so I could impress Dieter with my knowledge of the place. I’d talked it up so much but it had been a while since I’d had the chance to visit and I didn’t want to look like an idiot. Really, though, I was just nervous and trying to keep myself busy. Finally, at 4:30 I gave up and went into The 1894.

I took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Maybe that will settle my nerves, I thought. I asked the bartender if I could save the seat next to me. “I’m meeting someone at five,” I told her. “I got here early.”

She shrugged. “Sure, but I can’t stop anyone from sitting there if we run out of seats.”

I understood, but so far the place was only about half full. Most people hadn’t gotten off work yet. I sat my purse on the empty seat next to me and sipped my wine. Twice people came up to me and asked if the seat was available, and I told them no, someone was sitting there. They moved on without a fuss, but it was a little annoying. When the third person walked up, I was about to roll my eyes and make a smart remark, but before I could turn, a familiar voice said, “No fair starting without me.”

I picked up my purse and he slid onto the seat, leaning his arm on the bar. He was wearing a pale blue short sleeved button down shirt, the top few buttons left undone, and a pair of dark blue slacks. Nothing too fancy, but a definite step up from the t-shirt and jeans from the other day. His hair was mostly tamed, but still a bit messy. It was a good look on him.

“Hi,” he said, with a smile.

“Hi,” I said, smiling back. “I got here super early. Traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I got here faster than I expected, too,” he said. “Guess the freeway gods wanted us to start things early.” He winked and I melted inside. “That dress looks great on you, by the way,” he went on. “The color really brings out your eyes.”

Now I really was blushing, and it wasn’t from the wine. “Thanks,” I said. “You look nice, too.”

He shrugged. “I clean up fairly well.” The bartender came over and asked if she could get him anything. “I’ll have the same,” he said, pointing at my wine glass. “And put it on one check, please.”

I picked up my glass and took a sip. “The feminist in me wants to insist I’m perfectly capable of buying my own drinks,” I said, “but my bank balance is telling her to shut up.”

He laughed and laid his hand on mine. “Tell your inner feminist I respect her very much, but I agree with your bank balance that she needs to mind her own business for a while.” He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand and I took another sip of wine to allow myself to recover a bit of composure. Fortunately, the bartender brought his wine and he let go to take his glass.

“Cheers,” he said, tipping his glass toward mine.

“Cheers,” I replied, as we clinked our glasses together. He maintained eye contact as he took a drink.

“Nice choice,” he said after he’d swallowed. He pulled a menu closer and waved the bartender over. “Can we get a meat & cheese board, and some olives?” She nodded. “Sorry,” he said. “I got sidetracked this morning and didn’t get lunch before my meeting.”

“No worries,” I said. “Who knows if or when we’ll get around to dinner. I don’t know about you, but I can spend hours in this place.” I nodded toward the bookshop proper.

He smiled. “Great minds think alike,” he said. There was that smile again. I found myself smiling back, sure I looked like a total goofball. He reached out for my hand again and gave it a little squeeze. My insides turned instantly to goo.

“So, um, how was your meeting?” I asked.

His face lit up. “It was really good,” he said. “I’m in talks to do a TV series.” He took a sip of wine. “The producer has a couple of different options for my character, wanted my input on which one I liked best.”

“And let me guess, you can’t say a word.”

He grimaced. “Nope, sorry. They’d feed me to the … what’s that thing that ate Boba Fett in Star Wars, that giant sand worm thing?”

“Oh, yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. I searched my brain for the arcane Star Wars knowledge that I knew lurked in there somewhere. “The sarlaac? Is that it?”

Dieter shrugged. “Sounds about right. Whatever it’s called, they’d feed me to it.” Just then the bartender brought our food, and he popped an olive in his mouth.

“By the way, thanks for not giving me the Look,” he said. He nodded toward his wine glass. “Everybody knows I’ve been to rehab, so I usually get the Look from someone when they see me drinking alcohol.”

“It’s none of my business,” I told him. “You’re an adult and so am I.”

He smiled. “Well, thanks again,” he said quietly. “I’m in a pretty good place right now. I have my rules and they’re working for me. A lot of people judge me too harshly.”

We nibbled on the food, ordered another glass of wine, and chit chatted about work, the weather, and other boring stuff that actually seemed important and enthralling because it gave us each a glimpse into the other’s life.

He offered me the last morsel of cheese on the board, but I declined and he ate it, then drained his glass. “So,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Are we going to buy some books or what?”

I finished my wine and smiled. “Let’s do some damage to my bank account,” I said. He laughed, asked for the check and paid it in cash, leaving a ridiculously large tip that made the bartender break into an appreciative smile. I wasn’t sure if he was normally a large tipper or if he was just trying to impress me, but either way, I was happy for the bartender, who had been running herself ragged as the bar started to fill up with people stopping by for after work drinks.

“Shall we?,” he said as we stood up. He let me walk a half step ahead of him, and I felt his hand at the small of my back, gently guiding me through the maze of tables and customers toward the bookstore.

“Where do we start?,” he asked when we reached the sales floor.

“Anywhere you want,” I said. “Fiction? Nonfiction?”

“Definitely fiction,” he replied. I took his hand and led him toward the fiction shelves, glad I had scouted out the store layout earlier.

We wandered the shelves, pulling out a book here and there.

“Have you read this?”

“Oh, I love this one.”

Our reading tastes were not exactly the same, but we overlapped quite a bit. I pulled a copy of The Eyre Affair off the shelf. “Please tell me you’ve read this,” I said.

He shook his head, taking the book from me to read the back. “No, I haven’t. Wait, what the hell is this?” He laughed. “Dodos?”

“Don’t knock it,” I said. “It’s virtually impossible to describe this book without it sounding like the stupidest thing ever, but trust me, it’s brilliant.”

He raised one eyebrow and gave me a look of disbelief. “Interactive Shakespeare,” I said. “Time travel. An independent Wales. Neanderthals. And Jane Eyre is missing!”

He laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll take your word for it.” He started to put the book back on this shelf but I snatched it from his hand.

“No, I’m buying this for you,” I said. “You have to read it. Non negotiable.”

“And what if I don’t like it?,” he asked.

“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you,” I teased.

“I knew it,” he said, with an exaggerated groan. “My characters almost always die. It’s this face. People just want to kill it.”

“I like your face,” I said.

He leaned against the shelf. “Really?” He seemed surprised. I just gave him a look and he laughed. “Okay, so if I don’t like the book I die; what happens if I like it?”

“Then you become One of Us and must be initiated,” I said.

His eyebrows shot up. “This initiation … am I gonna like it?” He stepped closer to me.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You’ll love it. But you’ve got to read the book first.” I tapped him on the chest with the book. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Okay, but now I get to pick out a book for you,” he said. He took my hand and led me up and down the aisles, making a show of picking out just the right book. All the while, our fingers were entwined and he idly rubbed his thumb against my palm. Finally, he decided on a novel by an obscure Lithuanian author that sounded rather depressing to me, but which he insisted was better than the cover blurb would lead you to believe.

We continued to explore the shop, finding something interesting in every aisle. I picked up a tiny Jane Austen doll, which he insisted on buying for me. He admired a leather key fob with a Steinbeck quote, which I insisted on buying for him. Eventually, we each had a small stack of books and little trinkets picked out for each other.

“Ready for dinner?,” he asked.

“Yeah, we’d better get out of here before I find anything more to buy,” I said. We went to the registers, made our purchases and then traded bags.

“So,” he said when we’d stepped outside. “Any good restaurants around here?”

“I know a nice tapas place in Old Pasadena,” I said. “But we’ll have to drive there. It’s like five or six blocks away.”

He laughed. “Oh, you are such a Californian,” he said. “If you’d lived in New York, you’d know five or six blocks is nothing.” He slipped his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, it’s a nice night, let’s take a walk.”

We walked west on Colorado Blvd. It was still light out but starting to get dusky in the shadows of the tall buildings. I’d always found downtown Pasadena a bit “big city” and overwhelming, which I mentioned to Dieter. He laughed. “I’ll take you to New York City sometime,” he said. “Then we’ll talk about what constitutes a ‘big city’.”

I held my tongue, but the fact that he’d casually assumed we’d have a future together of some sort gave me a thrill. Even if we were just friends in that future, I’d take it, although of course I wanted more.

The walk to the restaurant was leisurely, after Dieter realized I couldn’t walk as quickly as he could (the curse of being a short person walking with a tall person), which was perfectly fine with me. He kept his arm around my shoulders as we navigated the foot traffic that always filled the sidewalks in Pasadena, especially on a Friday night. Only one person stopped us to ask for his autograph, although several others did a double take as we went past them.

We reached the restaurant and fortunately didn’t have to wait too long for a table. Most of the customers were crowded in the bar and lounge area, but we were tucked in a corner at a table.

“Nice place,” Dieter said, looking around appreciatively. As soon as he opened the menu, he grinned. “Ooh, they have oysters!”

I made a face. “What’s that face for?,” he said.

“I’m not a big fan of seafood,” I admitted.

“Well, I’m still getting oysters,” he said, with a wink. Our waiter came over and Dieter ordered a gin martini and a half dozen oysters to start with. I opted for potato empanadas and a mojito. By the time the waiter came back with our drinks and appetizers, we’d decided on a pizza to split for our main course.

“Trade you,” Dieter said, offering me an oyster after he saw how good my empanadas looked.

“Ugh, no,” I said. “Those things are disgusting. I’m very picky about what I put in my mouth.”

He nearly spit out his martini and I felt my face go red as I realized how that sounded. “I just mean, I’m a picky eater,” I protested, but he was already laughing so hard he had to wipe his eyes with his napkin.

“Oh, my God,” he said when he’d managed to catch his breath. “That was priceless. But the offer still stands. Those empanadas look really good.” He made puppy dog eyes at me and I shoved an empanada into his mouth.

“Mmph,” he said. When he’d managed to swallow it, he picked up an oyster and waved it in front of my face. “Come on,” he said. “Just try one. I bet you’ll like it.”

I shook my head.

“If you eat one, I’ll give you a kiss,” he offered.

I pouted at him. “I was hoping I’d already done enough to earn a kiss,” I said

“I meant, I’ll give you a kiss right now,” he clarified. “You’re definitely getting a kiss before the evening’s over.” He did that thing with his jaw that always turned me on.

I closed my eyes. “All right, in that case, I’ll do it, but if I don’t like it I get to spit it out, okay?”

“Deal,” he said. “Open up.” I opened my mouth and he tipped the oyster in. I shuddered a bit at the slimy texture and briny taste. “Just swallow it,” he said. I did and almost gagged, but I managed to get it down. I opened my eyes and he was smiling mischievously at me. He leaned across the table to press a gentle kiss against my lips. He tasted like gin and oysters and empanadas. “Worth it?”

“Definitely,” I replied with a lazy smile. “But I’m never eating one of those things again.”

“Fair enough,” he said. We talked about favorite (and not so favorite) foods while we waited for the pizza to arrive. After it arrived, we talked about movies and hobbies and a million other things. Finally, we’d eaten as much as we could and the waiter dropped off the check. Again, Dieter took care of it, this time with a credit card. I made a feeble attempt to ask what my share was, but he waved me off. “Tell your inner feminist she can pay next time,” he said.

We walked slowly back to the parking lot behind Vroman’s enjoying the cooler air now that the sun had gone completely down. We reached my car first and I dug out my keys, unlocked the doors and put my bag in the back seat. “Well,” I said, not sure exactly what to say.

“Well,” he said back, stepping closer, almost pressing me against the side of the car. He sat his bag on the ground and took my face between his hands. This time, the kiss was still gentle, but lasted longer. It was followed by a flurry of shorter but fiercer kisses that made my toes curl. I slid my arms up around his neck and his hands fell to my waist, pulling me closer.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“Me, too,” I replied. He kissed me again.

“We should probably say good night,” he said. I nodded, and kissed him back.

“Someone’s going to wonder why we’re making out in the parking lot,” he said.

“Yeah, we should probably stop,” I said. We didn’t stop.

Finally, a woman and her kids walked past and she made a snarky remark. Dieter laughed and pressed his forehead against mine. “Okay, I think that killed the mood,” he said. He stepped back. “Text me when you get home, so I know you got there safe,” he said. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we can figure out where to go next time.”

“I will,” I said, fumbling with my car keys, which I’d somehow managed not to drop during all that. I opened the car door and dropped into the drivers’ seat. Dieter leaned in to press one last kiss against my cheek.

“Drive safe,” he said, then picked up his bag and headed for his own car, two rows over from mine. I couldn’t resist watching him walk away, admiring the view.

When he got into his car, I turned away and slid my key in the ignition. I’d need the long drive home to calm myself down.

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NOTES: Vroman’s is a real bookshop in Pasadena. If you ever get the chance to visit, do so! And do it soon: the owner is retiring and the shop (as well as Book Soup) is up for sale. Fingers crossed they find a new owner who wants to carry on the 100+ year tradition of this indie bookshop. The restaurant is loosely based on a little place I had lunch with friends during a conference in Pasadena. The Eyre Affair is a real book and it is AMAZING. The obscure Lithuanian author is completely made up; I figured Dieter would be into something out of the ordinary.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction

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Run Princess Run || Vaas Montenegro

A/n: as a special treat for Halloween - it's a little late -, I decided to write one final prompt. Please enjoy. The theme is choking.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, choking, dirty talk, death, female reader, my terrible Spanish translations.

Tag list: @trashlord-007

No Minors Allowed!!

You're insane. You have to be to propose such an idiotic game with a man as unhinged and unpredictable as Vaas Montenegro. But you crave freedom and a deal with the devil is the only option. The other is much worse.

Your chances are slim; Vaas makes a point to remind you and the other four assets of this as he leads you blindfolded into the jungle with an entourage of armed pirates, leaving you without a weapon or a sense of direction, only a reminder that your time is ticking.

The rules are simple: find the beach. Vaas claims that there is a motor boat near the shore and that it will take you away from the Rook Islands. But the catch is that you must survive him and the jungle.

"And all of this," Vaas had declared, motioning around. He had yanked your blindfold down just to emphasize his point. "All of this is my fucking jungle. Do you understand, princesa (princess)?"

All you could do was nod and watch him walk away, counting seconds like a kid who was acting as the seeker in a game of hide and seek.

It's an obvious warning. He wants you to know that you can't outrun him. But you are going to try. When the pirates are out of earshot, you take a moment to compose yourself. The man beside you, wearing a Polo shirt and beige cargo jeans removes his blindfold and takes a cautious look around. You nod to show him that it's OK.

"It's safe now darling," he utters, addressing the woman beside him. With a struggle, he removes the dark cloth from her tear-stained face; she shakes her head in protest.

"It's not safe. We're not safe," she argues.

She's right about that.

Her husband, Polo, grabs her hands to comfort her and whispers under his breath to her. In the meantime, the two other men remove their blinds; the youngest looking, a college student, searches the jungle floor for something. You raise a curious brow.

"What are you looking for?" You ask him.

"Something I can use as a weapon, he answers.

The fourth asset, a dark-haired man scoffs.

"Are you stupid man? Those assholes have machine guns and knives bigger than our damn arms. You can't expect to––"

"That's enough!" Polo shouts. He takes an uneasy breath and lowers his voice. "Please. You're scaring my wife."

Mr. Negative turns up his eyes, uttering something under his breath about her needing to be scared. You stare at him a moment in annoyance; he's going to be an issue, and then you walk over to the Scholar and help him search.

"Thank you," he utters.

"It's no problem," you reply with a grin.

Having a weapon is a smart idea. It might not help you against Vaas and his men, but the animals of the jungle are fierce. The Scholar finds a fallen branch from one of the trees and shows it to you in elation.

"This we can use," he states. "I just need to break it down a bit first and then maybe practice some swings."

You agree with a nod.

"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news here, but you heard mohawk guy. We only have until twenty fucking Mississippi before he and his men start hunting us," Mr. Negative mentions.

"His name is Vaas," you utter, correcting him. "But you're right. We probably have less time than that depending on how he feels."

Mr. Negative raises a brow.

"What does it matter? I wasn't aware that you were such an expert on the fucker."

You take a deep breath. He's new to Vaas' little island; they all are. None of them know how turn of the coin his personality is.

"Trust me," you mention with a snap. "You don't want to upset Vaas. We might be on the guests of honor list but that won't mean shit if you disrespect him."

Mr. Negative narrows his eyes. "It's your damn fault we're out here. What the fuck were you thinking?"

You want freedom; that is what you are thinking.

The young man beside you points the stick at him in a warning.

"This is our chance to get out of here. Before you go pointing fingers at someone, you need to understand that we were only going to be sold if we stayed in those cages, or worse," he argues, defending you.

He's right. You have seen so many come and go in your time with the pirates; some barely made it a day.

"Whatever," Mr. Negative utters, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Can we at least walk or fucking run while we figure this out?"

In agreement with him, the group begins to tread through the jungle. No one has a clue where the beach is and knowing Vaas he most likely put them so far away from it that they have no chance of finding it. You take an uneasy breath. As much as you don't want to admit it, your little group has no chance.

"Woah! Stop. Stop."

You halt and glance at Polo in concern. Did he see something? Perhaps Vaas caught up to the group sooner than expected. You take a look around, but you don't see anything.

"Don't move," he orders. His wife clings to him in fear. "I saw something move."

Pointing to something in the distance, you narrow your eyes. At first, you see the trees; elephant ear-shaped leaves hang down in the path ahead. But then you see it. Your eyes widen in fear; it's not good.

"It's just some damn birds," Mr. Negative argues with a snort.

You shoot him a look of disbelief.

"Those are not just some damn birds; those are cassowaries. They are very fast and very aggressive."

You have seen what one of them can do to an unarmed man; two, you imagine is much worse.

"What do you purpose we do then? We don't have time to sneak around them," Mr. Negative asks.

"We need to make time," you argue. Somehow you doubt even sneaking around them will keep them ignorant.

He scoffs.

"We don't fucking have time––"

"I can distract them," Polo interrupts.

You widen your eyes. He's as insane as you.

"I'll make some loud noises and draw them away from the path," Polo adds.

He's serious about this.

"No," the Wife begs. "Please don't leave me here."

"I'm not, darling. I'm going to lead them away, and then I will circle back once I've lost them and meet you at the beach."

He doesn't even know where the beach is, but if the Scholar is correct, then the dense jungle should lead out somewhere close to it. The idea is absurd, but perhaps it might work.

"Are you sure about this?" You ask.

Polo nods.

"Please watch after my wife until I return."

You frown, wishing that he had never asked you to do such a thing. You aren't certain that you can even watch after yourself. However, you nod and walk over to her side, giving her a brief smile.

The Scholar steps forward and hands the broken stick to Polo.

"You might have better use of this than us."

Polo thanks him and takes it. He grips the bark in his hand and walks up the path a bit. With a shout, he waves the stick, drawing the attention of the two cassowaries from their food search. One bellows out with a screech and runs after him; the other stays behind for a moment – you think it may not leave – but then follows, chasing Polo further into the jungle.

You wish him luck.

"Stop standing around with your thumb up your asses and let's go," Mr. Negative orders.

You give him a heated look. He's right, but fuck he's annoying. The Wife grabs onto your shirt and follows closely behind you as Mr. Negative leads the group on.

Hearing the crash of the tide, you can't believe that the beach is in sight. Your heart races as you walk out into the sand, staring into the distance as the ocean. It's a dream come true. You made it.

"Look over there," the Scholar orders, pointing to something.

You turn your attention over, noticing the motorboat on the shoreline. Oh shit! It's there. You can't believe it. Mr. Negative rushes towards it in a hurry; you and the others follow. It appears to be in working condition. There are no holes or rust; nothing but a bag resting in the bottom beneath one of the seats. You raise a brow.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Mr. Negative orders.

He grabs the side of the boat in an attempt to push it into the water, but the Wife stops him.

"What about my husband? We can't leave him here."

The Scholar narrows his eyes.

"The fuck we can't," he snaps. "He's probably already dead."

"What is wrong with you? He stayed behind to make sure we got away from those cassowaries. We can wait a few minutes longer; we made it to the beach, didn't we? Vaas gave his word."

You hum to back his claim, walking over to the bag. Did Vaas or someone else put it in the boat? The two men continue to argue as you lean down to unzip it; the scent of tar permeates the air. Immediately, your eyes widen in horror.

Several bricks of Composite C4 are stacked on one another and linked to a transmitter; the red light indicates that they are armed. Fuck! Tears blur your vision for a moment but you notice a sheet of paper in the corner nearly crushed beneath the bricks.

Run.

A heart is drawn beside it.

Your eyes widen. Turning, you observe the tree line. He's out there, watching. But where?

"It's a trap! We need to run!"

The Scholar turns and sees the bag. He grabs your hand and yanks you away from the boat; the two others react quickly and follow suit. And as expected, the boat explodes with an ear-piercing bang and rains debris onto the beach. You cover your ears in protest, groaning as your head rings. Fuck, that hurts.

As the nagging noise fades, you jerk in fear as the sound of gunfire pierces the air. From the tree line walks Vaas and with him are the armed pirates. You shoot him a heated look; he lied.

The man in question claps his hands.

"So close princesa (princess). So fucking close."

"We made it! We beat you here!" Mr. Negative shouts in anger.

Vaas turns a heated glare at him.

"Was I fucking talking to you?! Shut your fucking mouth!"

Yanking his gun free he pulls back the hammer, then aims and shoots the man in the stomach.

The Wife cries out in horror and falls to her knees. You ignore her, keeping your annoyed attention on Vaas.

"You lied to me."

"¿Perdóname (pardon me)?" He asks with a curious look.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step closer. The Scholar questions your actions, but you ignore him.

"You never even searched for us, did you? You came right here and waited."

Vaas snorts and closes the distance, burying his fingers in your hair and resting the barrel of the gun beneath your chin. You shiver, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"You think you are so fucking smart. Hmm? Read me like a book," Vaas asks.

"Like a manual written in a language I can't make sense of, honestly," you reply.

He removes the gun from your chin and grins.

"I've offered to teach you Spanish, princesa (princess), but you are fucking deadset on no."

"It's... Hotter when I have no idea what you're saying," you admit. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

Vaas pulls you forward and kisses you roughly. You return the kiss with a hum.

"What the fuck?! You're in on this?!" You hear the Scholar ask in disbelief.

You part from Vaas and turn your attention to the man in question, groaning as the pirate runs his warm tongue over your ear.

"It was my idea. And you should thank me; seldom do hostages get a chance to escape. I'm just as upset as you are. I had a bet riding on--"

You grunt in pain as Vaas sinks his teeth into your neck. The said man parts from you and taps his finger on your forehead.

"Use your fucking ears next time, princesa (princess). I said all you motherfuckers had to cross the finish line."

He did say that, didn't he? Fuck! Polo never made it to the beach. You sigh in defeat.

"The jungle probably ate the other one up and spit him out," you mention. "I was so close."

"Next time you will listen better, no?" Vaas asks.

You nod in agreement, a bit let down that you had lost your chance at freedom; the freedom to do as you please.

"You sold us out for a bet?" The Wife asks in tears.

"Freedom has a price," you mention. Your face heats up in embarrassment. "Though I suppose making a bet on our lives just to have free reign was a bit unorthodox."

Vaas hums.

"I give you enough free reign. You are spoiled."

Perhaps. But you want to walk around the base without Carlos on your ass; it's annoying.

"But did you at least have fun? I wanted you to like it," you ask with a hopeful expression.

Vaas brings you forward and kisses you again. It's all the confirmation you need. An air of glee surrounds you and you slide your arms around him.

Parting from you, he glances over his shoulder and motions the gun toward the hostages.

"Stop fucking gawking pervertidos (perverts) and take these two back to the outpost. I have plans for them."

His men spring into action, rounding up the Wife and the Scholar; the latter shoots you a look of disgust as he passes by but you hide your face against Vaas' chest. It eats away at you, but at one time even you were a hostage. The island just has a way of infecting people who remain on it for too long. It had slowly driven you insane.

"He's not a bad asset," you mention beneath your breath, referring to the Scholar.

Vaas snorts.

"You wanna fuck him or something?"

You turn your eyes to him, grinning.

"I wanna fuck you."

Vaas widens his eyes.

"Have you any idea what you do to me? Telling me that. Fucking tease."

"I have a clue, but please show me," you beg.

The pirate grabs your hand and presses it against the crotch of his camo-printed pants. You can feel his hard cock against your palm. Stroking him through his pants, he groans in response.

"But perhaps now isn't the best--"

"Take your fucking pants off and lie down," Vaas orders.

You snort and reluctantly release him. Taking your pants off, you use them as a blanket to keep the hot sand from roasting you as you lie down on your back, knees bent and thighs spread. You watch in eager anticipation as Vaas frees himself and rests on his knees in front of you. His hand strokes his cock, provoking a shiver in you.

"You want this?" He asks.

You wet your lips and hum in agreement.

"More than anything."

Vaas grabs your hips and yanks you down toward him, pressing the head against your opening. You lean up on your elbows as he spreads your outer lips and quickly sinks into you with a rough uncontrolled thrust. Your walls tighten in protest, stinging from the sudden stretch of his cock. It's a good thing you were wet enough to take him; Vaas is sometimes ruthless to your poor pussy.

Burying his short nails into your hips, he pounds your tight hole, flicking his tongue across his lips.

You moan, panting as each thrust against your cervix knocks the air from your lungs.

"I needed this-- I n-needed you."

"Me tomas tan bien. Como si tu coñito estuviera hecho para mí (you take me so well. Like your little pussy was made for me)," Vaas retorts.

You have no idea what this means, but hearing the words roll from his tongue brings goosebumps to your skin.

"Please don't stop," you beg.

Small waves of pleasure crash and pull inside you, growing more intense. You arch your hips, bouncing them into the thrusts to gain better friction; your tits jounce in protest.

"You like this cock deep inside you? Hmm? Mi hermosa princesa (my beautiful princess). Mi puta (my whore)," Vaas asks with a groan.

You moan and tilt back your head.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I do! I'm yours... All yours."

Calloused fingers tighten around your throat and you gasp in protest, feeling your airway constrict. You can breathe still, but the pressure instantly makes your head spin. Your eyes roll back as the hot pressure in your stomach and lower body grows wilder. You can't take it. The sensation is too much.

"V-vaas," you plea. Your voice sounds broken and barely above a whisper, but it's all you can manage.

A moment later, the pressure releases and your pussy flutters as an orgasm crashes over you. Spots cloud your vision and saliva pools in your mouth as you spasm. This is more intense than you had imagined it. But slowly the ecstasy begins to recede and your tired hips rest the pants beneath you. It takes a second for Vaas to release the hold on your neck, and once he does, you slump down in exhaustion. Your pussy throbs as the pirate hovering over you continue.

"Por favor, corre para mí (Please cum for me). I wanna hear you fucking say it, princesa (princess). Say it!" Vaas orders.

You raise a brow curious as to its meaning but to humor him, you utter the words in a worn voice, staring into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Por favor, corre para mí."

Vaas tightens his jaw and pulls out of you, stroking his cock until he comes, painting your thighs in ropes of warm cum.

"Fuck! That was intense, mi princesa (my princess)," he exclaims in exhaustion.

You agree with a hum, leaning up on your elbows.

"What did you ask me to say?"

"Learn some fucking Spanish," Vaas answers with a heated look.

You snort.

"But not knowing gets me hot."

"You're lucky I like your warm little pussy," he retorts.

You groan and avert your eyes in embarrassment. This man makes you so feral.

"That's a shame. Because I like you for more than just your big thick cock."

"Yeah?" Vaas asks. "And what do you like about me?"

He's not getting an answer from you that easily.

"Give me free rein around the camp and I'll--"

"You lost, princesa (princess). Suck it the fuck up," Vaas orders.

You sigh in defeat. However, an idea comes to mind. It's not as rewarding as getting to walk around unattended, but it's something you want.

"May I tie you up then?"

The pirate raises a scarred brow and snorts.

"If you are a good little mascota (pet)."

"Always," you utter with a grin.

It's the truth. You swear.

#vaas montenegro #far cry 3 fanfiction #vaas montenegro x reader #far cry fanfiction #female reader

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wheelcr · 2 years

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can you share more about miles from your turning dr ??? he’s just so unique and i’m rlly curios about what his little quirks and preferences are <3

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑. ✧ ˚ ༘ ゛

hihi whoever nonie this is hello this has been rotting in my drafts for a full week now so sorry about that JSHSJDN

♡. miles is a fucking menace. i'm sure we've established that well enough already ( a hot one though ... ) also the fact that he's not really a menace on purpose

♡. he's also very smart. like he can solve complex equations way faster than i ever could. he also knows how to sew, to bake, to play all kinds of instruments, and he speaks over 5 different languages including, but not limited to; greek, french, japanese, chinese & getman

you bet he speaks in french with flora just so me and kate have no fucking clue what they're saying, little rascals

♡. the thing is, he's a prissy prince, but he's genuinely not aware of it?? he was raised a wealthy boy, and was really young when his parents d.ed and was put into the care of ms. grose who definitely did nothing to fix his attitude

like when i tell miles to clean up after himself he's not like "lmfao that's not my problem" no it's like a genuine "?? but that's not my job???" like mf was raised to believe that, and flora unfortunately has the same exact mindset

♡. not to mention, he sucks at doing basic household shit because of this?? like, he's 15, you'd expect that he has at least a little knowledge on how to do a few chores, right? wrong!!

"how the— what? how the fuck do you—?" all i could do was stand and watch in disbelief as he grunted, repeatedly putting the soiled bowl under running water

he sent me a pleading look, growing even more frustrated from the expression i was giving him "what?" "miles, you've gotta be kidding me right now—" "this whole thing was your idea! you wanted me to 'get my ass off the couch and clean my own shit'" his voice going higher near the end, mocking my words from earlier

i scoffed and snatched the bowl from his hands "yeah, but did you really think that you wash dishes by just.. putting them in water?" there was a long pause

"yeah..? i dunno, this is commoner person stuff completely new to me" "oh my fucking god"

♡. does this really cute thing where he scrunches up his nose!! idk why he does it but it's fucking adorable like one of the few moments when i don't wanna punch miles is when he does that he looks like a little bunny

♡. he's one of those guys who wears sweaters even on the hottest of days. like in the middle of july he's out in jeans and a fuzzy turtleneck. honestly?? i don't blame him. the sweaters that he owns are all fucking bomb, though you can't expect anything less from a multimillionaire kid. he doesn't even sweat! which makes it creepier bc i swear this kid is cold blooded

♡. miles love love loves the night sky! when me and kate moved into the mansion, i got a guest room that had a clear view of the moonlight, so much so that on some nights, my room would be completely illuminated by the light :o

♡. part of the reason why i didn't like miles a lot at first is because i would wake up in the middle of the night i would see him?? in my room?? like, he wasn't even looking at me, he was, however, faced outside the window ( ngl the soft glow of the moonlight did look really pretty on his face )

turns out the room i had occupied was one of miles' favorites to hang out in, because of the stunning view of the sky. and, y'know, miles being miles, couldn't really communicate that to me like a normal person so he opted to break into my room every night with a spare key just to go stargazing

♡. hence, my tag for him being 'star!'

♡. will never admit it but he's a huge huge bookworm. spends lots of time cooped up in the library which is god knows where in the stupid manor, i've been living there for like 2 weeks now and i still don't know my way around. though i know that if miles isn't jamming out in his room he's either out with samson or sprawled out on one of the couches with his nose shoved in some dusty thriller novel

the nickname he gave for me actually comes from a book ^^

"i'm sorry, uh, what won't do?"

the teen in front of me shrugged and walked a little closer. "your name. flora? we've already got a flora around here," he said, gesturing behind him to his younger sister "that's gonna make things a little complicated"

feeling a little embarrassed, i shrunk in on myself "oh, well, uh, sorry about that, uhm—" miles looked up as if he were pondering for a moment, mumbling my name to himself. "florelise, elise, florelise.. florie, lorie.. lorelei"

"what?" i quirked a brow at him "i'll call you lorelei, like lorelei lee from—" "gentlemen prefer blondes" he gave me a charming grin that sent off dozens of butterflies in my stomach

but then, i realized "wait a second, are you calling me a gold digger?" "dunno, am i?" and with that, miles walked backwards— into the next room, his figure disappearing upstairs

♡. wears jeans a lot, not only because yk they look good on him ig but also because they're quite strong. miles has a habit of scratching at his thighs and knees when he gets agitated, and it used to lead to some tears in his old pants or scratches on his skin

♡. knows how to use a gun. no i will not elaborate further upon this

♡. when he's not waking me up in the middle of the night by breaking into my room, he's waking me up at 4 in the motherfucking morning to the sound of him and his horse samson laughing and running around by my window

which, i'll admit, i did get out of bed early one or two times just to fondly watch him from my windowsill, trying to hide behind the pink curtains

♡. poor boy bottles up his feelings a lot :c given miles' history with anger issues n violence + the fact that he's filthy rich, he didn't have very many friends in any of the schools he went to ( aside from maybe the boys n girls who were all over him ) so he's just gotten used to letting all his anger out on his drums

♡. super fucking touch starved because of this. but he's spent so much time without anybody but flora and their governesses ( who always seem to go missing ) that he's never really known how to interact with people, aside from either babying and doting on them or making fun of them

i remember when we first met, i could tell he was trying to be nice to me, he just didn't know how, so he ended up coming across as flirtatiously snarky? i thought it was his own spin on 'bad boy charm' but no it's genuinely his lack of social skills

♡. often uses spiders as a way to touch people because, again, he just doesn't know how to communicate the fact that he wants to hold me

the hair on my neck was rising, i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and it didn't help that the study was quite cold as the sun was beginning to set

and then, i felt it. a pair of bony arms snaking their way around my waist. a soft "hey there sunshine" whispered into my ear

i didn't even flinch, instead relishing in the feeling for a moment, having grown used to the random displays of affection the weird boy would offer. "miles, what are you doing? i didn't even hear you coming"

silence fell upon us for a few seconds, i could've sworn he was pressing his face into my stomach, and.. his grip on me was getting tighter? before he pulled away, cheeky grin back on his face

"i just saved you from this little guy!" he announced proudly, lifting up his hand to show a small spider crawling along the back. i fought the urge to flinch away as i looked up at him "right, yeah, no. there was no spider on me"

his eyes got all wide and his lips formed a pout, that same look when he was trying to manipulate flora into playing along with his jokes "how would you know, silly, you had your face buried in that book!"

deciding to play along, despite both of us knowing that he had the spider in his pocket just for an excuse to snuggle up with me for a few seconds "i guess so, thanks miles"

♡. he's a huge lover of waffles. yes, exclusively waffles. it only ever will be waffles. will literally whine and cry if he gets pancakes for breakfast because "the syrup doesn't stick to it! it has no ridges, so it just slides off!" which is honestly super valid, i was shocked when he made that point during breakfast

♡. painfully obvious liar. either his excuse is complete bullshit or he cannot meet you in the eyes when he lies. it's honestly quite cute in circumstances like when he's telling me that my outfit looks weird and he just can't bring himself to make eye contact with me. he looks so kissable negl

♡. can i just say that miles is the best brother ever? well, maybe not the best best but, he's done so much for flora. he's never made fun of her for her fear of going out, is so super duper patient with her, is so nurturing and kind and overall just amazing to his sister

♡. miles is honestly a sweet sweet boy, according to the stuff that mrs. grose tells me. though, to be honest, she's not that much of a reliable resource, but i won't complain

she told me stories from before he was corrupted at the hands of quint. how he was terrified of spiders and horses, how he was always the one who made morning coffee for his parents, how his face would flush red and hide when someone so much as looked at him for a few seconds

♡. and y'know? sometimes, i still see that boy, in the moments when he shares his secret stargazing spot with me, in the moments when he hesitates before hopping on samson, in the moments when he makes me and flora hot chocolate on a cold rainy day. he's still in there

in conclusion, miles fairchild quit being stubborn and choose me i can fix you i swear /hj

tagging my girlies @msdiorlvr & @baby-ditzzy bc ik they're waiting on this

#⠀💭 ۫⠀love letters.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ 𓈒 #— nonnie ♡︎#꒰⠀file : the turning⠀꒱#star!#this was a result of many days of procrastination and brainrot #shifting #reality shifting #desired reality #shiftblr #miles fairchild #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #reality shift #mike wheeler #boris pavlikovsky

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kengan-daddies · 7 months

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My Byzantine Romance: Ohma Tokita x (F) Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter2

MY BYZANTINE ROMANCE : OHMA TOKITA X (F) READER

Anime : Kengan Ashura

Pairing: Ohma Tokita x (F) Reader

Warnings: Mention of death, horror, Violence, Mental Heath, Toxic Parents

You were an average woman, living in the big world, the city was busy and as loud as usual. The peoples where hustling and bustling, going to and fro. It was cloudy, but it wasn't raining. A relaxing breeze in the air, the leaves slowly changing colors, matching the cooling weather. Men and women of all ages, all going to different places.

You walked along the crowd, your mind wondering yet focused as you just walked, a destination in mind yet also not. You were an average woman, nothing special stood out about you, you weren't pretty, you weren't ugly, your weren't smart, you weren't dumb, you weren't tall, you weren't short, you weren't strong, you weren't weak. You were just average.

Average everything, you lived with your family, never having enough money to own your own place, you just made enough to take care of your needs, your hobbies and to help your family with groceries and household products. You sighed as you stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk, your mind processing before you shook your head and you continued on walking. 'Nope, got everything this time.'

You thought as you walked through the crowd, you passed by all kinds of people everyday, but nobody every really stood out that much, every now and then you'll see someone wearing your favorite anime as a shirt or hat, a favorite band or even have a similar aesthetic to yours. For a split second you'd think of walking over an talking to them about it, but then you'd loose your nerves. 'What fi they think I'm weird? What if they don't actually know the anime or band? What if they don't feel like talking? What if they're a bad person? A kidnapper? A murder? A rapist?... Never mind, I should keep to myself.'

You'd think, you wanted to make friends, but with how messed up the world was, you'd always second guess it. You were a scary cat, you'd rather stay inside then actually go out an adventure alone. You'd dream of going out, going to places at night, or to stores you never been in. You'd think of moving out, getting away from your toxic parents, you'd think of dating... but non of it would ever happen. You were too scared, too cautious, too aware of your reality.

'I need to get home, I'm ready to start on this new fanfiction, it looks good and I wanna read it. Not to mention I even found an amazing writer on Tumblr who has a pretty large masterlist. They write about my favorite character, he doesn't get enough love.' You thought, as you can see yourself now, laying in your bed, the room dark, the TV on low playing your favorite show/song in the back. You sighed blissfully.

"Woah!!" You said, as you came back into reality right before you ran into a person. You stared at them for a while. 'Man, this guy is huge.' You thought as you looked up at him. His skin was tan, and his hair was shaggy and wild, he wore a red and black jacket with blue jeans. "Sorry!!" You said with an awkward laugh and a little wave. He stared down at you, a strange fire in his fierce eyes before he seemed to relax. "It's fine." He said in a low voice. 'Wow, he's sexy with a sexy voice too?' You thought as you stepped around him with a small nod as you continued on your way. 'Man that guy was hot... Wonder what he would be like if he was my boyfriend....no,no,no... he probably already have a girlfriend, and knowing my luck he wouldn't even spare me a second glance.'

You thought in self pity as you walked on, slowly forgetting about your encounter with the man as you made your way on to your destination.

You sighed in happiness as you crawled into your bed, tossing your phone onto your pillow as you plopped down next to it, your aching legs tensing before relaxing. "HEHEHEHEHEEH!!!! I've been on my feet ALL DAY LONG!!!!" You giggled in glee as you pulled the blankets on you, snuggling into your cocoon. Your hand slipped up from the blanket to grab your phone, you turned it on, punched in the password, the screen lightening up to revealed your newly obtained fanfiction. "And it's 20 chapters long too? LETS GOOOO BABY!!!" You thought in glee as your began reading. 'Not to forget that it's a smut too? I must've hit the jackpot.' Was your last thought, before you got lost into your story.

5 hours later, you awoke up to your room was covered in a slightly orange hue, the TV was still on but nothing was playing, the sun was beginning to set. You sighed as you stretched before you went limp on the bed. Your sleepy mind slowly going back to sleep, but the sound of a large banging noise shook you awake. You laid there, still... BANG! BANG! BANG! You heard. Your lungs became tight and your body ran cold from slight fear. You seen the light come on from under your door, the sound of your family waking up and coming to the front to investigate.

You laid there, listening for a while to your parents and siblings complain about the crazy noise. "WHO THE HELL IS BEATING ON MY FUCKING DOOR LIKE THAT!?" Your mom shouted in anger and irritation. You could hear everyone speaking about it before the banging started again. BANG! BANG! BANG! "THIS BETTER BE THE FUCKING POLICE!! OR ELES I'M CALLING THE DAMN POLICE!!" Your father shouted as the sound of the front door unlocking and opening sounded out. You listened intensely, but everything went quite, the the sound of screaming and gun shots sounded throughout the house. You sat up quickly, your chest raising quickly as your breathing became labored, fear coursed through your cold body.

'Holy shit.....what the fuck..... why......I gotta go.' You mind thought, as you quickly reached for your phone, you tuned it on, checking your percentage. '55%... shit.' you thought. You looked at your door, seeing that it was locked. The sound of glass crashing to the ground made you jump, heavy furniture moving, small furniture being thrown carelessly. Every new noise made you jump as you shakily got up from your bed. You put on your sweat pants, before you shakily pulled on your hoodie, stuffing your phone and charger into your pockets. You walked over to the window, sliding the curtains to the side.

You looked out, checking your surroundings before you unlocked the window and you slowly slid it open. 'Never thought this shit would actually happen.' You thought, as you stepped on your bed, your body was so cold, but your mind was on auto pilot. You jumped up on the window seal, pushing your body up until you sat on the window seal. The sound of the robbers roaming about your home grew louder as they drew nearer to your room. You looked back at your room, one last time before you jumped out. You hissed in slight pain as you landed on the uneven dirt, but you forced yourself to move quickly. You reached back up to your window, sliding it back closed to the best of your ability, but you gave up half way when the sound of your doorknob began jiggling.

"Fuck it." You said as you made a mad dash for it. Your bare feet slapping on the ground as you ran down the street, you breath labored and your legs burned your lungs ached but you refused to stop until you made it to the park. 'If I make it to the park, I can blend in, and match the people.' You thought. Honestly, you probably could've just acted like a young woman walking past the house, but your adrenaline was pumping, your fear was guiding you.

You huffed and puffed, as you staggered over to the park bench, you plopped down on it, as you focused on your breathing. "Holy shit." You breathed out, you sat there a while longer before you began to chuckle to yourself, your laughter growing in volume as the people around you stared at you like you were crazy, but you didn't care. "I survived... I survived... I actually made it out... the one person in the family, who never been in any form of real life situation as extreme as that. The sheltered child of the family, the one who was 'lazy' and 'cuddled'.... actually survived.....all by myself... I'm actually alone now... no more annoying siblings... no more toxic parents... no more anything....everyone is dead... they're all gone... I'm the only one left... I'm the only one.... left." You said, your chuckling died down, as you were left sitting there, numb.

No emotions could explain how you felt, no words could describe how lost you felt, nothing mattered anymore, as you sat there, lost in the daze, as shock over came you. The people in the park, non the wiser of what you just experienced, of what you just went through. You felt small, you felt alone, as you sat there in the park, on the bench. You sat there for a long time, the crowd of people slowly getting smaller and smaller, as the area grew quiet, dark and empty... just like your home... You sat there for hours, you should've called the cops, you should've asked for help, but the adrenaline wore off, and the crushing weight of reality kicked in... making your mind go blank and empty.

Someone walked past you, their walking was confident, and strong, no worries, no insecurities, you looked up, your dull eyes seeing the familiar black and red jacket, the Tan skin and the shaggy hair. 'It's the man from before.' You thought, as you watched him walk past you, not giving you a second glance as he went on about his business, you stared at him for a moment. His back was straight, sharp, and strong. He didn't have any issues, he didn't have any weight, he was his own man. You stared at him, suddenly moved by his own confidence, as you reached into your pocket, and you pulled out your phone, unlocking it as you went and dialed 911.

"This is the local police department, what seems to be your emergency?" Asked the male operator... You sat there for a moment longer, watching the man walk into the dark, towards what seems to be a larger silhouette. "Hello, I'd like to report a murder robbery, sir." You spoke calmly. "Okay, and can you tell us where this took place at, ma'am?" He asked, not sounding as relaxed as he was at first. You gave them the address of your home as well as much information about the situation as you could. "6 family members. 2 sons, 2 daughters, a mother and father, all dead." You said. The operator was quiet for a moment before he spoke once more.

"How many robbers are in area?" He asked. "Not sure, but I'd say 4 to be safe." You said. He went quiet once more before he asked one last question. "Do you have any relations to this family?" He asked. You answered, without hesitation. "No, I never knew them, I just seen what happened, and I'm reporting it." You said, your eyes never leaving the two men's silhouettes as they seemed to be in an heated argument. The man spoke once more. "Your name, Miss, for records, and where is your current location?" He asked, a edge to his voice. You remained silent, as you hung up the phone.

You turned it on airplane mode, before you pocketed it. You stood up, pulling the hood over your head, making a move to follow the two men. You didn't know what made you want to follow. By right you shouldn't care, by right you should be grieving, you should be waiting for the cops to come find you, you should be a mess by now, you shouldn't be like this.... so numb.... So empathetic. But you were, and for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to be sad. In fact, you were starting to feel glee, happiness, joyous even.

"I'm free." You said, your feet feeling light, your shoulders not so heavy, your mind free. "I'm free to do whatever now... no more hiding behind my parents, who were oh so strict with my safety, keeping me chained home with their manipulative head games... no more getting told how much of a fuck up I am, just because I make one little mistake... no more... I'm free." You spoke, a smile stretching on your face, as you followed the men around the corner leading to the city. The sound of police sirens filled your ears, and you looked back, seeing swarms of cops getting out, as they searched the area for you.

You stared at them all for a second, before you waved them goodbye, as you walked around the corner. "I'm gonna need a job, I need a place to live, I need to make it out here... as a new person." You said as you followed the men for so long before you stopped, you watched as they dipped into an alleyway, before they were followed by a wry old man with a briefcase.... 'Hmm.'

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precious-little-scoundrel · 28 days

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Which of the guys will get along best with Jean?

Ok so you know what the gut punch ti this is? It woulda been Curt.

But anywayssss, seeing as how Curt went to go be a sexy lil Angel, we must not content ourselves with the present. I’m gonna have so much fun writing these guys with her -I hope I can do it half justice to what I have in my head.

I think Douglass would be so down to shoot his shot in a very aware way that he’s got no chance but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity of hitting on her/complimenting her work

Speaking of- I feel like Everett Blakely probably has a very brief but interesting conversation with her, probably about the industry in special effects or some thing entirely unlike what most people ask her about.

Gale gets along with her, appreciates her, is relieved by what a sweetheart she actually is, but he’s also a little preoccupied with Marjorie

Rosenthal think she’s great, can’t believe he’s getting to dance with her, but he also has enough smarts to think she’s pure trouble and leave it at one dance wishing Egan the best

Hambone wants her advice on nylons for Gerry

Brady can barely make eye contact he’s too haunted by memories of hauling Bucky over to her picture in the Stalag and dipping to new morale lows by giving him outlandish and eventually downright crass pep talks, he didn’t take into account at that desperate time she was someone daughter and he might be called upon to shake her hand.

Tbh ive I no idea what Benny Demarco would do, probably be very happy she immediately asks to meet his son Meatball

Croz sips champagne off her tits, side by side with Egan, on the first night. Jean Crosby keeps a blurry picture of it she got from Ev in the liquor cabinet:

#💌asks #I just ran with it Nonnie I’m sorry lol

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hearts4jean · 2 months

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what aot characters during rainy days

- erwin + levi -

The moment it begins to rain and especially if it feels that the rain is not going to let up for a while, Erwin instantly heads to his room to nap. He even just grabs his blanket and lays on the couch if its quiet enough. (This man can probably sleep through anything). Levi follows, not to nap also but to simply just watch over Erwin. Levi has this eerie feeling come upon him when it rains that something bad would happen especially if its heavy rain. It’s just a motherly instinct of his that makes him feel the need to make sure everyone around him is kept safe. Generally speaking, Levi is a big night owl so he’d catch himself doing that for Erwin even on normal nights; Erwin is not aware he does this but isn’t able to sleep without Levi being there for some odd reason.

- jean + sasha + connie + eren -

Jean, Sasha and Connie would have a ‘tradition’ where they play Monopoly only on rainy days and no other time. It starts raining, ‘Connie get the Monoply out!’, rain stops, alright funs over pack it up guys. Occasionally, EMA would also join them which would cut the game short due to Jean and Eren’s drastically similar taste in game pieces; They would fight over the same one for around 10 minutes without either letting up. Jean would think of being the bigger person but still won’t because “he will never hear the end of it” and “he can’t make Eren feel superior.”

- connie + armin + jean -

Playing snap with Connie is a dangerous game, he’d leave his opponents hand red and sore. Even if you were the one to slam your hand onto the stack of cards, nothing is stopping him to continually slap his hand on top. Armin is a prime victim to this, Jean a former victim but he was smart enough to stop playing card games with Connie. Connie would be watching those cards like a HAWK, treats the simple card game like the hunger games. He does not care if you won the round, he would be slapping your hand until you give up and move it away and let him get the win. (Exactly why Jean stopped playing with him.)

- sasha + hitch + pieck + eren + mikasa + reiner + jean -

Sasha would also adore playing Twister as her secret talent is her flexibility. she’d enjoy playing with Hitch, Pieck and Eren who is forced to join in by Reiner, getting to sit back with Jean as they snicker at the sight. Hitch would have the flexibility of the average person, Pieck however is a strong contender, being on similar levels with Sasha in flexibility. As its only them two left in the game, all attention is turned to the intense twister game happening, Eren in the corner writhing in pain like an old man holding onto his back with Mikasa tending for him. Hange had to stop Connie from announcing to everyone to put their money in to betting on who would win between Sasha and Pieck. There ends up being no winner at all due to how long the game has went that even the rain has stopped, both parties were determined to win which caused them to continue to keep up their best games.

- annie -

Annie absolutely loves the rain and she loves her music, the ultimate combination when they’re put together. It’s the perfect opportunity to play her music out loud instead of in her earphones since no one would be able to hear it from the rain. Why no one has any idea of what she listens to and hates music genres she enjoys. When listening to music while it’s raining, she enjoys being away from everyone and just watching the rain from her window. This allows her to calm down and reflect about anything on her mind. The gentle music in the background helps. Her block out whatever is happening outside of her enclosed space.

- bertoldt + historia -

Random duo I know. But I feel that they’d absolutely love baking together. Bert definitely knows how to make some killer sugar cookies. they would be in the same college culinary class and work really well together. Bert would be in charge of the batter and Hisu would be in charge of making icing to decorate which the they would invite everyone to decorate their own little cookie.

what everyone decorates on their cookie

eren: jean but like really ugly and snickers while doing it a everyone tries to guess what the hell he’s doing.

“Why is it’s teeth sticking out?”

“Monobrow..?”

he would be asking for a death wish if he did a horse.

mikasa: little chibis of her and eren wrapped in her scarf decorated with little purple flowers

armin: inspired by his futon in aot jr high

jean: was going to put his artistic integrity to good use but then he saw erens cookie, after snapping erens in half he took his revenge and also did a little ugly eren (also added stink marks above his head)

connie: a really horrible drake side profile thing.

sasha: herself with connie and jean which then smudged and she got super upset over it.

annie: a little sleeping cat :)

hange: her glasses with a light purple background and her name

bert: tried to do something inspired with the weather outside and it doesn’t look that bad

ymir and reiner: historia. they try to get her to vote who did the best one

historia: cute little design with pastel colours and flowers

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marcobodtlives · 3 months

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reincarnation AU related ask; preferably a modern AU, college age (don't have to be in college tho), maybe a recovering/sober Marco or Jean, definitely have one of them break up with the other because "I'm not good enough for you" but clearly they can't stay away from each other, 100% friends to lovers BUT PLEASE DONT LET IT BE TOO LONG UNTIL THEY KISS/GET TOGETHER I rather the angst be after they actually get together and navigate the relationship and so forth :] tbh angst prior to them getting together IS TOO OVERDONE

Okay okAY! Hi oh my gosh this was awesome, thank you! Super inspiring, so many ideas ☺️

Eee this was so fun to write, everyone send more!

Anon you’ve seasoned my brain broth of ideas and I loved writing these out for ya, inbox definitely staying wide open for any more ideas people may have (doesn’t even have to be about a reincarnation au!)

Okay yay! Here’s what I got, all under the cut:

Marco wouldn’t ever break things off with Jean, he’s too aware of the fact that it would hurt Jean. I also like to think that despite slightly underestimating himself, Marco is fairly secure in his self-image (he’s worked hard to get to this place).

Jean on the other hand… well he’s got some issues and tends to gaslight himself into thinking he’s 1) not good enough, 2) bad for Marco, and 3) better off letting Marco enjoy his college experience without being bogged down by the delinquent that’s been suspended twice for fighting Eren.

Perhaps he gets pulled up before a disciplinary board after a particularly rough fight with Eren goes wrong and they end up breaking a college statue or something similar. Maybe Marco (the kid with a squeaky clean record and stellar grades who works so hard to maintain a full-ride scholarship so there’s money left for his younger siblings to get the best opportunities) is also pulled into the meeting by proxy. (He was probably the one who pulled Jean away from the scuffle and got lumped in).

The stress the entire situation would cause Marco, the anxiety, the shame - all of it is stuff Jean is used to, but not Marco.

Instead of helping him through it, Jean freezes up and realises “I did this to him. I’m the cause of what Marco is having to face. I can’t put him through this, it’s not fair.”

He pulls back, suddenly and heartbreakingly (for Marco).

Jean is stubborn, but he can also be selfish. He doesn’t cope well with extended periods of ‘avoid Marco at all costs.’ So, his idea is to break off the odd-romantic-chemistry-thing they had, and limit themselves to friends.

They work their way up. Jean still keeps Marco at arms-length. He shuts down the uh… less than platonic feelings he definitely still holds for the other boy.

Jean still keeps him company while he studies, they still make flashcards together, and he still relentlessly insists on Marco taking breaks and keeping healthy. They still find the same seats next to each other at lunch, they still find themselves circling back to each other at every new corner and situation, as though hopelessly magnetised despite everything else.

Marco is Jean’s constant. He’s always there. But Jean keeps up the desperate “just friends” charade for a few weeks, or a couple months at most.

Marco is smart enough to know that it’s less about them as a couple and more about Jean’s own web of insecurities that holds him back. He gives Jean as much time as he needs. As long as they’re still in each other’s lives, he’s happy and won’t push for more until Jean is ready.

It’s the rest of the group that stir things up.

After a while it becomes evident that half of them don’t even know Marco and Jean have broken up.

Eren, Reiner, Historia, Mikasa, and Annie are either oblivious or indifferent to any minute changes noticed between the two of them.

While Ymir, Connie, and Sasha actively berate Jean about it. They poke fun and (in their own way) help him realise he’s being cowardly by burying his head in the sand.

Armin and Bertholdt are open and honest in a raw, vulnerable way that pushes Jean to a precipice of realisation.

He isn’t doing this because he lost faith in the relationship. He’s doing this because he’s painfully aware of his own flaws, and he’s terrified of the part they’ll play in the unknown progression of his first serious relationship.

In light of this, things change again.

Marco and Jean are together, properly this time. Nobody’s foot is hovering out the door.

Jean is hesitant, sure, but Marco’s understanding in the face of everything Jean did has strengthened his ability to trust that he can actually lean on Marco when he doesn’t feel like he’s enough.

It’s odd really. Jean seeking support from the one person who he feels he isn’t good enough for.

It’s messy, it’s patchwork, it’s a jumble of feelings and insecurities, but it’s them. It’s what they are.

Jean is a wobbly rock in a stream of college stress and Marco is the moss that keeps him lodged in place, despite the ever-changing current.

And the current definitely comes.

You pick it, there are a world of options.

An accident on campus? A near-fatal injury that leaves someone (probably Marco) hurt, suffering, and (as anon mentioned) in need of recovery and sobriety? Family problems? Interpersonal conflicts? Lost scholarships? Failing classes?

Perhaps the sudden appearance of unexplainably vivid dreams of small towns, unmeasurable walls, large, genderless titan that leave blood, bodies, and lost soulmates in their wake?

So many possibilities, but throughout them all (as long as everyone remains alive) the two of them have each other.

#jeanmarco #reincarnation au #answered #jean kirschtein #marco bodt #or if you wanna be funky:#jean kirstein #marco bott #the whole gang too #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reincarnation #headcanon #my drabbles #AoT fic ideas #fic ideas

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acknowledgetheabsurd · 4 months

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I have just reread your last two letters and I have a curious impression. When I realize that you live somewhere, that you get up, that you change, that you lie down, that you talk, that you get angry, that you laugh somewhere far from me, surrounded by living beings - well, more or less -, when I learn that Robert [Jaussaud], whom I know, Michel, Janine [Gallimard] come and go around you and that you attend a lot of small daily events, I am astonished and there is something in me that refuses to admit it.

The house, the landscape that surrounds you are for me part of a dream that is reduced to a few words and a postcard; it is not very real. The presence of F[rancine] does not seem very plausible to me either; it is part of the mists that always blur a part of a being; it presents itself to me as a ghost of the past that makes you someone I can never know entirely, someone distinct from me that I can never possess completely - but this image remains vague, a little abstract; it is your unknown. Mixed with him, you disappear for me, from this world leaving me only the memory of the one I knew and which has no relation with the other. If you were dead, it would be the same in a way, and it hurts me in a way too.

However, I understand; but when the image of a being existing for me comes to mingle with you in my reveries and when I suddenly realize that this is true, that Robert [Jaussaud] or Michel [Gallimard] can, if they want to, take your hand right now, then I don't even feel pain anymore. I don't understand anymore, and yet for days and days it goes on. How strange and funny! Michel or Janine can put their arms around your neck, look as long as they want at the turned-up corners of your lips and make for an irreplaceable time a whole existence around you that will be taken away from me forever. It's enough to make you laugh, admit it!

And to think that we will not stop here, and that led by life, we will still disdain - for a trip, for a vacation, for a movie - days and days to come. Ah, that's clever! No, my darling, my love; I don't remember the trucks at the aubede Senlis - I only remember thinking... once, I think... being awakened by the storm and quickly falling back to sleep in a warmth that I now miss to the point of pain - I also remember the bottles of Vichy in the evening, the wait for the waiter who didn't come, I remember how little by little, during those days, I became acquainted with you, with an intimate you, trembling and warm, I remember being aware of a frightening danger and I remember the last bursts of my egoism, until then quite firm, and my abandonment, my acceptance, my consent. Ah, yes, I remember. And I dream, I dream. Constantly.

And I build and I arrange, and that collapses and I start again. Over and over again. Tonight, during the intermission, we got serious. We talked about the children we might have. I tried to be biased, to run away, but Jean and Michel kept drawing me a picture of my daughter, because they had decided that I would have a daughter... with a pointed chin and almond-shaped eyes. Smart guys! Something deep inside me capsized and I dreamed, I dreamed, I dreamed. Alas! Too old now to have children and then could I and would I know how to be a mother? Forgive me, darling. Because there is a land that is forbidden to us, we never dream and this evening I am tired of a life that only ends in the night; I want future projects, of I don't know what.

Don't worry; it lasts the time of a letter; then everything fades away and it's only a matter of starting again. Perhaps it would be better not to write these desires or these states of mind; perhaps it would give them a consistency that they don't have - and that's why I hate letters in general - but, you know, and I do too, it does me good. I'm going to sleep, my love - I'm going to cook my cold a little. See you tomorrow, my darling; see you tomorrow, my beautiful face, sleep, sleep well; love me. Love me again. Courage. I kiss you with all my soul.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 6, 1950 [#175]

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the-apostates-martyr · 7 months

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Daniel looked through the shelves of the shop, picking up an amber colored bottle. He liked the look of it, with the braided leather cord under the cap, but when he sprayed it on the little slip of paper and waved the alcohol out of it, the smell was repulsive.

"Salt water…what does salt water even smell like?" He muttered to himself. He put the bottle back down and picked up the cup of coffee beans set out to clear his palette.

"May I help you sir?"

Daniel looked up at the shop's employee, a smart dressed Frenchman maybe around his age, dark hair combed back and his nose absolutely up in the air. Well Daniel was used to that well enough. Despite being worth around $88 million at last estimate, he still tended to go about in jeans and a t shirt most of the time, maybe a denim jacket over it, and a pair of Converse as his shoe of choice. He wasn't one to dress the part of the wealthy novelist and socialite when there wasn't a reason for it. With his shaggy hair unruly and his frame showing an underfed appearance, he looked more like a wandering American stoner tourist than someone who should be shopping at an upscale perfume shop. He even noticed the man spoke to him in what sounded like begrudging English.

So Daniel smiled, brushed his hair back and responded in perfect Parisian French, "no thank you sir, just browsing for something my boyfriend will like!"

Whether he was startled by the language, the gay, or the flash of fangs he knew he saw for a half minute, Daniel couldn't be sure, but either way he was living for it.

Left alone to his own devices, Daniel went about sniffing down the line, discarding one scent after another. This one was too musky, this one too floral. This one made him gag. This was so much harder as a vampire trying to please a vampire boyfriend, he thought, with their sensitive noses. He was too attuned to the alcohol in the cologne and all the artificial crap. All natural his ass.

He shook his head, going down to another corner. He wanted to find something nice to go with his other purchases of the night. He and Marius only had a few more nights here in Paris, and tonight Mars was busy with the local coven. Which made sense, that was the whole reason they were staying in Paris right now, their closest vampiric neighbors. It was Marius' job as Prime Minister to form alliances between their covens, and to especially help the elder one's become convinced of the new ways. It was Daniel's job to make friends with the younger ones, and to help keep Marius' stress down. Tonight, though, Marousbworked alone, so Daniel was pre planning on that de-stressing portion.

It was five minutes to closing before he finally found something he liked, and he traipsed his happy ass up to the counter with the largest bottle available, made a show of rifling through his multiple black cards, forked over $400 and blew the clerk a kiss on the way out the door.

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Marius sighed as he slid the card into the door of their hotel suite, pleased by the green light that allowed him inside. Things were going well with the Paris coven, their coven master happy to come and visit them in Auvergne soon, but it was still work with their ancients. Being home, even a temporary home, was welcome.

"Hello, Daniel," he called, sighing as the door closed behind him. Immediately he was aware of a strange but enticing scent. Something rich and bright, a hint of bitterness to it, something akin to food but without the bland disinterest the scent of cooking gave him now. This was aromatic and warm and-

His curiosity melted into pleasure as he left the foyer and peered into the bedroom, finding Daniel sitting in bed, wearing a little silk red slip of a robe, barely tied, a hardback book open on his knees.

"Welcome home Mars," he said. He peered over the rim of his silver glasses, smiling at Marius. He lowered his book and as he did so the robe slipped off one shoulder. Coy little thing, he knew exactly what he was doing, and Marius let himself be drawn in. He approached Daniel, slipping off his putter jacket, then his tie, tossing them over a chair by their bed.

"Welcome back indeed." Marius stepped out of his leather dress shoes, and then climbed atop the bed, crawling up the length of the mattress to arch himself over his boyfriend. Silvery blonde hair spilled over his shoulder to tickle along Daniel's cheek as Daniel leaned back into the pillows. Wanting to know the source of that smell deeper, Marius bent his head to smell close at Daniel's warm neck. "You fed."

"Course, Daddy," he smiled. Daniel threaded his fingers into his hair, feeling its silkiness. "You told me to be sure I ate."

"It surprises me still when you obey without question." There was teasing in his voice, but with a hint of his control. His nose trailed up the tendon of his lover's throat as he inhaled. "Orange?'

Daniel hummed. "Yup. Bitter orange. And cinnamon. Strange combination - do you like i-"

The bite to Daniel's exposed shoulder, the hunger in it and the possessive hold of Marius' hands was all the answer he needed.

#de romanus coven events #marius/daniel appreciation week #marius/daniel #marius de romanus #Daniel Molloy

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ja3gerb0mbb · 5 months

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bloodsucker chapter 15: reconciliation

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“jean, i think i might actually die,” i threw my fists onto my eyes; applying pressure to them. as if i wasn’t drowning in schoolwork before; i was now with the extra four classes i took on. making up work for the content i missed meant that i barely had time for any form of social life.

he looked up from his textbook, “well, this is what you get for trying to finish two years of college in one.” for the past few weeks, jean had become my rock. the confidant i could tell all my vampire problems to. he also made a good study partner because he didn’t bother me as i worked. “yeah, i know.”

the visit with grisha was still fresh in my mind. like it was just yesterday eren and i went to the mansion. my anxiety was topped with the end of the semester work. it was easy to run away to germany with eren; but the reality of getting there was back-breaking. eren only had to take a couple extra classes to finish by the end summer, but i had to double it.

on the drive home that night, we figured we might as well get our degrees. even though we truly didn’t need them; it felt like the right way to tie up our lives here with. at least, at the time it seemed like a smart choice. “i can’t believe you guys are really doing this, though,” jean grabbed my attention back, closing his book as i shut off my laptop. a quick break won’t hurt anyone.

“i can’t either. but we’ve got it all planned out.” a smile i couldn’t hide appeared on my face. thinking of the life i had ahead with eren made all the work worth it. i knew the fear of grisha would follow us; but we hoped he himself wouldn’t. “did you plan to leave all of us behind?” jean joked, but his face was concerned.

i laughed at him, “no, we planned that too. as long as grisha is away from shiganshina, it’s easy enough to visit you guys. and my dad.” with zeke as our ‘mole’ everything worked out perfectly. too perfectly. eren kept telling me i was paranoid; maybe i should start listening to him. i hoped the nerves would start to settle after finalizing the move.

his mood perked up instantly, “wait really?” his voice had gone a bit higher. i nodded my head. “i’m just glad you’re happy. eren too. i watched as vampirism took over his life, i was worried it would happen with you,” his features dipped back into a twinge of sadness. memories haunted both of us.

but jean was right. i was happy like this. it might’ve been eren, or the vampirism, but it didn’t matter. i adjusted well and quickly, the amplified changes made everything easier. it was comforting having eren go through it with me. he made the biggest difference. sometimes i felt like nothing was even real; like i was in a coma and this was all just a dream.

the door to my room swung open with a loud thud, drawing me out of my thoughts, “hey slut!” connie squealed, pitching his voice to sound like a girl. he jumped from his spot in the doorframe, tackling my sitting body to the floor completely.

i was aware of the pressure his body weight put on me, but it didn’t register as being painful. “do you really have to tackle me every time you see me?” i complained. he lifted himself above me, extending his arms to read my face, “course i do!” he said it like it was obvious.

sasha stood a few paces behind us, “we’re going to the beach,” she interrupted, high pitch in her tone. in a swift movement connie jumped off of me, standing on his own feet again. going over to jean, he ruffled his hair, earning a hard slap to the arm from him, “cut it out,” jean bit.

they didn’t distract me for long, “no way, we’re literally balls deep in finals.” the workload was so heavy, i don’t think i could even have fun without feeling guilty about it. i really am starting to regret this. connie started snickering, “your boyfriend’s waiting in the car.” he continued to torment me with kissing noises; but the mention of eren was all i needed to ditch my studies.

“kay, fine, but we can’t stay long,” i heaved a sigh, showing dramatics to guilt trip sash and connie. jean gave a light hearted scoff, “what were you saying about finals?” rolling my eyes, i hit his shoulder hard as i quickly leapt up from my spot on the hard floor.

i didn’t wait for any of them to catch up as i made my way down the apartment complex; running towards eren’s car as soon as i spotted it. throwing the car door open, i all but jumped in, skipping over the center console to be closer to eren.

eren’s face lit up, eyes glinting. he pushed my body back slightly with the force of his own, cupping my face as he pressed a kiss into my lips. i melted into him easily; the feeling of eren comfortably familiar now. he opened his mouth wide, trying to suck as much of me in as he could. a smile tugged on my lips at his desperation, causing him to pull back.

he scanned my face, then trailed down my body. making sure i was still in tact, “i missed you so much, pretty.” he pulled my face to him again, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. i couldn’t hold back my giggle; just happy to see him, “stop with the pet names,” i complained but the butterflies were strongly present in my stomach. i couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, either.

a shuffling in the back seat caused my head to turn. i faced armin, features slightly scrunched in awkwardness. i looked away, hiding my embarrassment, “sorry armin, didn’t even know you were here,”

eren laughed viciously, “armin don’t pull the uncomfortable act, you were doing the same with annie.” armin’s face lit up a bright red, his eyes going wide. “what? no- i wasn’t!” he tripped over his words; trying to profess an innocence i didn’t have to see to know was false. “okay, freak your shit armin,” i butted in, watching his face turn impossibly redder.

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jean waved a bucket of fries in my face, “you sure you don’t want any?” i pulled my body away from the stench, further into eren's body. his legs closed around my torso, holding me tighter at my movement. “it’s really not funny,” i pushed jean’s hand away. armin and mikasa were huddled on a different set of blankets, exchanging a look at my refusal.

it was moments like this that proved to me it was a good idea to run away with eren. our closest friends were already getting suspicious of my behavior. eren stroked through my hair with his fingers; futile as the wind kept blowing it in every direction.

mikasa shivered, “why the hell did we go to the beach, anyway?” her teeth jittered lightly. i was thankful my body kept me from feeling most of the chill. eren pointed to the shoreline; where sasha and connie splashed each other in the ocean, “it was connie’s idea.”

“we need to stop listening to him,” armin's head shook. mikasa raised the bottle of vodka in her hand and took another shot from it. she extended it to me after. i stared at it for a few seconds before looking over at eren. he had a small smirk on his face; knowing i would never get drunk again. despite that fact, i raised it to my lips and took a long swallow from the bottle.

the liquid was warm going down my throat. but only for a second as my body seemed to neutralize the heat. the normally sour sting of vodka was amplified; almost unbearable. i brought the bottle back down and scrunched my features together. armin laughed, “i’m not the only lightweight anymore, huh.”

skipping over eren, i passed it to jean, “can it, i’ll catch back up soon.” i tried to keep the frown from showing, knowing that i would never catch up. the taste was subsiding, and there were no other signs that i had even consumed alcohol. mikasa stood from their towel, grabbing it up as armin followed, “we’re gonna warm up by the cars,” she wrapped it around her body, hiding the shiver.

“‘kay, we’ll wrap up here soon,” eren responded before tying his hands to my body again. jean laid back on his towel as his shivers subsided with the alcohol, “so you really can’t get drunk?”

“nope,” i sighed my answer, leaning into eren further.

“damn, that must really suck,” he smirked, exchanging a glance at me, then eren. connie and sasha had emerged from the water, their screams becoming less muffled as they approached. connie broke into a sprint, heading towards jean. he was already laughing in preparation, before shaking his body violently; dripping all of the ocean water on jean.

jean jumped up immediately, “fucking asshole!” he yelled, already beginning to chase a fleeing connie. sasha giggled as she ran after them; arms held out to jean. my chest heaved with a laugh, bumping up against eren’s, “dumbasses.”

laying my head flat on his chest, my phone ringing caused me to retract it right back.

(xxx)-929-6785:

could we meet at the cafe?

my eyebrows furrowed, and i could feel eren lurch in curiosity behind me. “the fuck?” i muttered lightly, more to myself. i knew who that number belonged to; even if i didn’t have it saved anymore. why would she be texting me?

“who is it?” eren laid his hand over my shoulder; to offer comfort, or draw me out of my thoughts, i wasn’t sure. “it’s historia?” i mumbled again in confusion, but eren heard it. i held my phone screen so he could read the message; i felt him stiffen slightly. “you should go,” he was confident, barely had to think about it.

his grip on my shoulder squeezed in reassurance. i knew he was right; and i would regret not meeting with her. but i couldn’t help but feel like i was fifteen again; insecure and cleaning to the comfort of historia. no, i thought, i’m not doing it for that.

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i stood outside of the coffee shop an hour later, hesitating to go in. eren waited in the parking lot, it would be easy enough to go back. i wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity, though, and that thought is what let me open the doors and walk in.

her blonde hair was easy to spot, she looked over to me almost immediately. a hesitant smile was on her face, unsure if she should even be smiling. it was weird to see that expression directed towards me; it had been so long since we had really looked at each other. she didn’t have any coffee in front of her, just her hands that were intertwined with each other.

i sat down opposite her, mimicking her facial expressions. just as unsure as she was. we made awkward eye contact again, “hey,” my tone was quiet, not sure of what to say. her lip twitched, “i wanted to reach out, when hitch told me about the break in, but.. it just felt false.”

historia seemed somewhat nervous, spouting words without really thinking them through. i didn’t know what to say, so i nodded instead. we both looked at each other uncomfortably again. it was hard to believe we had once been inseparable; now we passed for two strangers. “i, um- i’m really sorry,” she began again, stuttering over her words with uncertainty.

“for what?” i couldn’t help but probe. there was a lot for us to apologize for, but i wondered what part of the story historia was even sorry for. maybe this was a bad idea. “for sleeping with porco,” her tone was finally definitive. definitely a bad idea. hearing those words caused me to pick at my cuticles. it didn’t bring me any relief, as my skin stitched itself together quickly.

i sighed, “that’s really not what i need an apology for,” i said it quietly. suddenly, i was submissive in her presence. like i still had something to show for. each of us stood still, breathing audibly, “why now? we’ve been going to sina together for two years?”

she shrugged, somehow still making the action look delicate, “i heard you might be transferring. didn’t want a stone to go unturned.” i couldn’t gauge how that made me feel. i guess i should be happy she didn’t want me to leave without a resolution? after we move, i likely won’t see historia again. how does that make me feel? i still couldn’t decipher it. “how do you know?”

“it’s obvious when you pick up extra classes at the end of the year,” she humorlessly laughed. if i didn’t know her any better, i’d say she was hurt. it made it even more apparent that i shouldn’t mend the friendship we once had. “guess so,” shrugging, i looked away from her gaze.

historia sucked in a breath, “but i am sorry.. for everything that went down between us, it’s all my fault.” it was easy to believe her; but i wasn’t naive. does this mean she truly did love me all those years? i couldn’t bring myself to ask. “it isn’t all your fault, but i forgive you,” i tried to keep my voice steady.

hearing that from historia finally felt like a book closing. i felt like i could finally move on from that chapter in my life. i got up from the booth, ready to return back to my present life. “hey, y/n?” historia pulled me back in, still seated, “are we ever going to talk again?”

my steps faltered, the words sounding weird coming from her, “i don’t think so, no.” maybe if my life was different, i would run back to historia. instead, i took my leave to the exit, making my way back to eren.

the cold air was comforting; i hadn’t realized how stuffy i had gotten in that booth. there was a small pressure gone from my back. the little bit of historia i had always carried around with me. i was happy for the closure; it made the move a definite choice. nothing was really keeping me here any longer.

opening the door to eren’s car, i sat down, somewhat shell shocked. i was still absorbing the conversation; still taking all of it in. i was sure myself a year ago would be jumping for joy, and running back into hisotira’s comforting arms. “how’d it go?” eren broke the silence, tone walking on eggshells around me. i shrugged, unsure of how to unravel it to him. “that bad, huh?” he laughed through his nose.

“it wasn’t bad, i just don’t know how to feel,” it was the truth. i couldn’t make sense of the emotions stirring in my stomach. “are you glad you listened to me?” he mocked, a goofy smile spreading on his face. i pushed his shoulder; which he didn’t budge from.

i rolled my eyes, moving my neck with them, “i hate that you’re phrasing it like that, but yeah.” eren pulled the gear shift down into drive, “i have something that’ll brighten your mood.” his hand found mine, interlocking our fingers, and giving my palm a squeeze. “what?” i tried to fight the smile on my face.

“it’s a surprise,” he dragged the words out, taunting me. “come on, just tell me!” eren turned his focus on navigating the road, already starting to tune my pleas out, “it’s not a telling-thing… trust me you’ll want to see it.”

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the blindfold eren tied to me was beginning to irritate me. “is it ready yet?” i asked, although i could still hear his fingers clicking on the laptop. i heard him grunt, and i knew he was rolling his eyes, “i don’t understand how you have so little patience.” his hand pushed against my back, throwing me off-kilter.

i groaned, “i don’t like being blindfolded.” eren’s breath grazed the side of my neck “really?” he whispered in my ear. a shiver went down my spine, and i clenched my legs together to hide the reaction before pushing him back with my elbow. “okay, fine. done,” he chuckled.

eren pulled the blindfold off, tussling my hair in the process. i didn’t have time to fix it, eyes focusing on his laptop screen in front of me. “eren, what is that,” although, i already knew the answer. it was a cottage; similar to the cabin he took me to. it was quaint; but cozy. the exterior was covered in lush vines, and it was surrounded by what looked like acres of empty land.

“it’s a house. our house actually,” i peeked over at him. he was already staring into my eyes, a satisfied smile on his face. “OUR house?” my tone was obnoxiously confused. it was obvious we would need a house.. but eren took the time to find one himself. a perfect one; and it would be ours. the feeling was so surreal i couldn’t begin to describe it.

eren laughed at my reaction, wrapping his hands around my waist and fiddling with my skin underneath my clothes, “well, yeah as long as you like it.” i flipped through more of the pictures, looking at the interior. the rooms were old fashioned; down to the kitchen appliances. “i love it.”

the photos showed a closer view of the land around it, “there’s enough room for farmland, so we can own animals.” the next was a picture of a small brown barn. i couldn’t keep the smile off my face imagining what life would be like there, “really?” i still couldn’t believe it. “mhm,” he mumbled, a goofy grin still glued to his face.

“are there vampires in germany?” i hadn’t thought about it. i suddenly wondered if we were trading in grisha for a worse masochist. “i can only assume so. but grisha was too caught up with the vampires here that he never cared to venture out,” it didn’t bring me much comfort.

i turned my body to face eren fully, “it’s perfect,” i whispered, bringing my face closer to his. our lips connected, and his grip on my waist tightened. he picked up my body to position myself on his lap; i opened my mouth allowing his tongue to enter mine.

my hands traced up his body, stopping to grip his moving jawline. his hands made their way up my shirt, two fingers squeezing my nipple. i pulled back from him, letting out a soft moan. the thought hit me then, “what if you get tired of me?” i couldn’t help but voice it.

his features turned serious in an instant, “i won’t,” he answered immediately, and confidently. when i thought about it, i hadn’t known eren for that long. it doesn’t matter, my mind contradicted. “you can’t know that.”

“i can,” he pulled his hand from underneath my shirt, cupping my cheeks while squeezing them lightly. “you’ve been on my mind longer than you know.. i’m not going to get tired of you,” i wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but it warmed my heart anyway. like a natural reaction.

i nodded, “i’m more worried you’ll get tired of me,” eren laughed, squeezing my cheeks even harder, squishing my lips together. “impossible,” i giggled, shaking off his grip.

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failing-to-write-again · 11 months

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(Part 1) Head-canon for Sakamaki & Yui: Human reader contains the Phoenix Force a cosmic entity who represents life, death, and rebirth including the forces of creation and destruction. The PF is an immortal, indestructible, and manifestation of the prime universal forces. Born of the void between states it is the nexus of all psionic energy of the past, present, and future in all realities of the Multiverse. Basically reader has powers to bring back the dead, true immortality (kill and than revived) healing powers that can cure Endzeit, reality warping, cosmic flames burning underwater and in space, teleport anywhere at anytime to any plane of existence… Jean Grey when corrupted into Dark Phoenix entered space and consumed a star, destroying an entire solar system - killing millions (sorry had to go there) Most importantly is well aware of the multiple timelines Karlheinz has created subsequently feeling his gaze even from afar. Karlheinz is watching. Always.

So you are a god lol, definitely make Karl uncomfortable but he can hardly do shit against the levels of your power!

Shu

While not as much of a control freak as Reiji we cannot ignore the fact that Shu is an heir apparent. He may seem generally apathetic to the crown but he has had his moments in the games where he steps up and shows responsibility, even if its to avoid Karl's wrath.

That being said Shu is a rather dominant character, while he generally looks to be in more submissive positions: sitting, laying down, beneath Yui. Calling these moments submissive is ignoring the context. Shu is subtle power, unlike Reiji he is not insecure about this position, he owns the situation and so controls Yui and his brothers from merely laying down. Now here you come making a mess. If the discomfort you bring is not bad enough you have cosmic flames.

Shu, the same as his brothers, have never had to submit to what they view as human, and as vampire royalty their only real risk is each other. Coming into the scene may be what finally unites them.

I could just see his face now when he tries to pull you into the bath only to get a very nasty surprise. It wouldn't shock me if he either ran or began attempting to organize an "unfortunate event."

Reiji

Fuck no, just all the way no. While in long term relationships I believe Reiji would generally be more open to submissiveness if you are very clearly more dominate from the open with him you end up dead or he'll die trying. Expect everything in your food, tea, clothing, gas attacks EVERYTHING.

He is fully aware you are plotting something, his father has no power over you so who sent you. Trust the moment you start discussing killing parts of the solar system he's one of the generals leading the army against you.

Ayato

Is there more to say then he would be crying in the corner? Ayato has no end to his toxic masculinity and the mommy issues, and the general insecurity.

I envision he tries to bite you and he gets force punched into the next dimension. He is too stupid to learn to fear you.

Laito

The general rule is don't fuck crazy, and if they're both crazy and is stronger than you, you run. He is normally down to clown with anything with two legs but MOMMY ISSUES.

He is however, smart enough to learn to steer clear and fear after Ayato. I suppose if you want affection he is your best bet, but trust if he ever feels he has a shot he'd be using your affections to stab you in the back.

Kanato

Speed running death ngl. He would charge immediately after you make your mood as the little psycho he is before being toyed with. If you were being particularly cruel you could have him join his doll collection. Before returning those dolls into what I can only assume is a fairly pissed off living form.

Its giving you tapped the class and now the fish is going bonkers but can do nothing to stop you.

Subaru

This is going to sound very dark, and it is, but I think he'd be almost glad that you are ready to and can kill him. Emo thinks he's a monster, best believe he will be arguing until you snap and snap his neck.

Fear must be a very new emotion for him in this form. Sure he may have been scared to hurt people, he has never had to fear someone truly other than in his childhood. Don't think you'll ever know he'll be tooo busy talking back and acting tuff.

#reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers imagine #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers headcanon #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

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I know the end - Joel x Reader

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Rating: M

Word Count: 3.7K

Chapter summary: reader unexpectedly finds herself face to face with and old friend. That friend turns out to be Joel. He unwillingly accepts to help her, only to find that the situation escalates and they have to flee to survive.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mention of drugs, swearing, gun violence, death of a character, blood and injuries, arguments and some angst.

A/N: Hiii. I'm well aware that nobody will ever read this, I guess. Other than myself, lol. So I don't know why I even write this note. Well, I've fallen down the Pedro Pascal rabbit hole and I'm currently rewatching the whole series with my boyfriend. I guess I felt a little inspired, and I have lots of time to kill right now so it's been nice to get into writing a bit. I have always enjoyed writing, but this is my first ever fanfiction, and english is not my first language so please be kind to me. Also I've only watched the TV-show and haven't played the game so I'm sorry if I get something wrong. Enjoy! ✨

November 14th 2023

You slowly put one foot in front of the other. You’ve been out in the woods for a couple of hours now. The strap of your rifle cuts uncomfortably into your shoulder. It’s cold and you barely feel your toes anymore. But that’s not your biggest problem right now. You gaze up towards the sky, the morning sun fights its way through the clouds. It’s so quiet.

Suddenly you hear the sound of wings flutter in the distance. After a couple of seconds you see the birds fleeing whatever scared them off. You follow them with your gaze, and then drop it to the location they came from.

You freeze for a second. Only moving your eyes, keeping every muscle in your body as still as possible. In the far distance between a couple of trees, you see something. You start to move, as slowly and quietly as you can. You reach for the rifle on your back the moment you see the little rabbit minding its own business. Totally unaware of your intentions.

It’s not a big rabbit, but you need it. It will definitely not solve your problem. But it’s food for another day.

You make your way through the snow, between the birch trees until you’re close enough to get a good aim. The forest is mostly white, with the occasional black pattern on the birches. This makes you vulnerable, you have nowhere to hide. But the same goes for the rabbit.

You aim your weapon. Take a deep breath. Exhaling as you reach for the trigger. You let a couple of seconds pass. Just as you’re about to pull the trigger there’a a snapping sound of a twig breaking and the rabbit runs away.

“Oh fuck.” you quietly say to yourself as you lower the rifle.

Only to look up to see a man. With another rifle pointing at you. The same second that you see him, your body goes rigid and you grab the rifle once again.

“What do you want?” you ask the man. “Go after the rabbit for all you want, just leave me be.”

The man stays quiet. It’s hard to tell what he looks like from here. All you can see is a muted brown jacket, dark jeans and some silver strands in his dark hair. Behind him is a small elevation of some boulders covered in snow. Behind you, an open landscape scattered with the pale trees. There’s no chance you can outrun him here. There’s no place to hide behind the birches.

“Why are you out here?” the man asks and you let out a sigh. He seems to be very much living and breathing. But you just have to ask.

“Are you infected?”

“What the, no…” the man says. “Do I look infected to you?”

“No.” you simply answer.

“Well aren’t you smart.” the man says and sighs and shifts his rifle a little.

That’s when you see him. You know this man, you’ve seen him before. But you’re so far from home, or whatever you can call home. You shouldn't recognize someone out here. This is far away from everything you’ve ever known. You lower your rifle.

“Back to my question,” he continues. “Why are you-”

But you cut him off. You do recognize this man.

“Joel?”

He freezes for a second. But slowly relaxes and lowers his gun.

“What?” he says. The man looking at you is definitely Joel. You know him. You know him from Boston QZ.

“Joel, do you remember me?” you say. “From the QZ.”

He squints at you and lets a few seconds pass until he says your name. You nod.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story…” you start. Not wanting to share too much.

“Doesn’t we all have a long story.” he mumbles and starts walking towards you as he puts his rifle on his back.

You feel like you know him. But you actually don’t. He’s never been too much of a talker. He’s not the one who shares his story. Not that you really had done that either. But you knew him. From your everyday life. And you knew Tess. Better than you ever knew Joel, anyway.

It’s not like you knew him from before. At the time around the outbreak you were living in Chicago with your sister. And you believe Joel was from Texas… right? This just proves how much you know about the man in front of you. Back then there were only you and your sister doing what you're supposed to do in your mid twenties. You used to share an apartment, working in different bars and restaurants while your sister studied for her bachelor in economics.

Your thoughts about your sister reminds you of where you are standing now, and why.

“I, uhm, actually,” you start. “My sister-”

But that’s how far you get until you get distracted. A tiny head pops up behind one of the boulders behind Joel. He realizes you put your focus somewhere else and turns around.

“Ellie!” he scolds, while a young girl climbs up on the boulder, looking down at you two. “No, I told you to stay back!”

“Well, if you weren’t taking all day talking to her I might’ve had the patie-”

“No.” Joel cuts her off. “That’s not how things work here and you know it.”

He frowns and looks back at you. It looks like Joel contemplates his options for a moment before he speaks again.

“Well, this is Ellie.” he sighs and you can see the frustration in his eyes. You can only guess that it wasn’t by choice he got stuck with a teenage girl.

You smile and tell the girl your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Enough with the pleasantries.” Joel mutters.

“Does she come with us now?” Ellie asks. “Because you two do know each other. I'm not fucking stupid.”

You and Joel both stay silent as you watch Ellie climb down the small boulder covered in snow. The sunshine has reached its way through the clouds now, making the snow glimmer as you watch the girl's feet reach the frozen ground.

Joel looks at you once more. Studying your face, probably looking for any reason at all to just leave you here as you were, all alone. The sun makes the gray strands in his hair shine like silver and you can’t help but notice the scar on his temple. You have seen it before, but it always made you wonder.

“There’s a lot of raiders out here.” he just simply says, looking a bit concerned. But that expression quickly changes for a more determined one. “But we can’t just pick up strays along the way, Ellie. No offense."

His gaze shifts between you and Ellie for a moment. You decide to try. There must be some sort of fate of bumping into a friend, or even just an acquaintance in the forest somewhere in Nebraska… or? That was also one of your problems. You didn't quite know where you were, exactly. You and your sister had been going north for a while, after you finally reunited in Oklahoma after some time apart. And now you were kind of stuck somewhere in Nebraska. Your plan was to go through Kansas City and make your way up to Chicago. But early on you met a group fleeing Kansas City, claiming there was nothing other than hell in that direction. You never got the details about the situation, other than some stuff about infected crawling up from the underground. So both you and your sister decided you heard enough to change your route and plans. That was before she got injured.

So, you decide to try. “Please don’t leave me.” you stutter out.

That just sounded pathetic. Great. Your voice sounded more fragile than you imagined it would. But the thought of your sister almost brought tears into your eyes. You quickly swallowed and brushed away a strand of hair from your face. You try again.

“I mean, please, I don’t really know where we are,” you say, your voice more steady now. “We have nothing, Julie is injured and alone right now. If you leave-”

“Julie?” Joel asks, furrowing his brows.

“My sister.”

He nods and sighs once again.

“Where are you heading?” he asks.

“Originally, to Chicago-” you start but get disrupted once more.

“Well we’re not going that way so I guess this is where we say our goodbyes.” Joel says and turns to Ellie. “Let’s go.”

Joel grabs her arm and starts to walk away from you. But the teenage girl shrugs him off.

“You’re just gonna leave her? You dick.” She says. Joel stops and looks at her for a moment.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna leave her. I have enough cargo as it is.” he says in a sour tone. “She’s a grown woman and can clearly handle herself.”

You don’t feel like there’s anything left to say. You know there’s no point in arguing with Joel. And this teenager he’s traveling with for whatever reason, even referring to her as ‘cargo’, just makes you roll your eyes. You tried. He said no. He doesn’t want to listen anymore. You don’t have time for just standing here listening to them bicker about what to do.

The strap of the rifle cuts into your shoulder once again. You’re reminded of why you’re out here and decide to return to your sister. As you turn around to silently walk away with a sigh you’re surprised as you hear steps following your way. In the corner of your eye you see the teenage girl appearing to your left side.

“It won’t hurt to be a little helpful sometimes.” she mutters back to the heavier steps right behind you. Joels steps. This little teenage girl apparently got him to, perhaps, do something for another human. And getting nothing in reward. You smile a little to yourself.

“Thank you.” you say, and make eye contact with the teenager. Ellie shyly smiles back as the three of you make your way zigzag through the white forest.

Julie whines as you gently remove the bandage around her thigh. You can see in her eyes that it hurts a lot. She’s pale and dull under the sweat on her face. This isn’t just your usual gun wound to stitch up and go about your day. You know the injury got infected. You have no knowledge in medicine, you could say. You knew your pills, unfortunately. But you were far from a nurse. And you had run out of your small stash a long time ago, so you couldn’t even ease her pain.

“It’s just a gun wound?” Joel asks. “Are you sure she’s not bitten anywhere? Not infected?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” you tell him. “Unless raiders shoot cordyceps bullets.”

“Not funny.” Julie whispers from where she lays under you on the floor.

You reach for your bottle of water and try to rinse the wound. Julie cries out and the sound echoes in the empty waiting hall.

Who would've guessed there would be an actual train station in the middle of the woods. The brick building is old and taken over by nature. It’s not big, but it’s enough shelter from the snow. Some of the windows are broken so some snow has reached inside despite the thick walls.

“I’m gonna let Joel take a look at you.” you try to assure your sister. “It’s all fine, I know him from the Boston QZ, he’ll help you.” you nod to your sister, stroking her cheek feeling her hot skin.

“Right?” you say as you stand up next to Joel. His expression says something completely else though. The big red spot on the light gray stone floor should also tell you something about the outcome of this. But you’re determined that this will not be the end. The end is not near.

“I mean…” Joel sighs as he kneels on the floor next to Julie. You give him a stern look and he lowers his gaze to the wound. “Sure, we’ll see what we can do.”

You’ve cut open your sister's jeans to easily access the wound. It’s too cold to take any clothes off here. But your sister is sweating and quietly rambles something through the shivers. You force yourself to turn around. This is not the end. You squeeze your eyes shut. You’ve been in each other's lives since the day you were born. Having a twin has been both a curse and a blessing. You don’t look a lot like each other though. Your parents always joked that they got one kid each. Julie always had a slender build, brown, wavy hair and a face full of freckles. Just like your mom. And you were a spitting image of your dad. Blonde, straight hair with more of an athletic build.

As you hear Julie whimper and cry out once again you force yourself to open your eyes. On the other side of the train station sits Ellie on one of the old benches. She swings her legs back and forth with a troubled look on her face. Above of her is the rest of what used to be an old timetable for the train station. If the old sign hadn’t been spray painted over with graffiti, you might’ve gotten a name of the station and could figure out where the hell you were. Now it was covered in paint, dust and mold, making it impossible to read.

“Just stay still and rest, Julie” you hear Joel say. “It’s going to be just fine.”

You turn around to Joel while he rises to his feet again. Struggling a little bit on the way. This makes him look even older. It looks like his back may hurt, and it makes his movements stiff. He mouths something to you and you assume it’s somewhere along the lines of ‘let’s talk’, and gestures for you to step outside.

You take a deep breath and head towards the big wooden door towards the tracks, pushing it open, blinded by the immediate light from the winter sun. Joel is just a couple of steps behind you. In front of you stands the carriages of an old abandoned train.

“Don’t go anywhere and don’t touch anything.” he tells Ellie before he shuts the door behind you. He turns and looks you straight into your eyes. “Look, I’m no doctor or anything.”

You know where this is going. You clench your teeth together and avoid his eyes. Your gaze lands on your feet covered by your thick black boots. No. No, this is not it. You hear Joel's voice saying your name. It sends a shiver down your spine. He sounds serious. You look up once more, your frightened gaze meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry, honestly.” he says softly. “As I said, I don’t really know any medical stuff. But I know when it’s too late.”

His words feels like a punch to your stomach. The world spins and you feel a bit nauseous. This was not how it was supposed to end. You just got back together. You try to blink away the burning feeling behind your eyelids.

“No, no.” You quietly answer. It’s like you can’t access your vocabulary anymore. There’s so much you want to say but your mind is just blank. A panicked blank with only denial. You close your eyes and all you see is your sister, very much alive.

Joel starts saying something but you can’t really put the words together as the world spins. Suddenly the doors open, and you immediately try to get back to reality. Ellie’s face peeps out, looking stressed.

“There’s someone on the other side!” Ellie says, frightened. “I heard some voices, and saw three men when I looked through the window.”

“Fuck.” Joel mumbles and looks around worried, and starts shoving Ellie towards the old train behind you. “Get on the train and hide!”

You start to panic.

“But, Julie is-” you start, but a large hand grabs you by the shoulder and shoves you back into the train. You flinch as your back collides with the metal and look up only to see Joel staring down at you.

“I tried to tell you nicely,” he hisses towards you, clenching his teeth together. “She’s gone.”

He lets go of his grip on your shoulder and looks you up and down while he slowly walks backwards grabbing his rifle. He didn’t lie when he said that there could be raiders around here.

“Train – now.” he says once more and you angrily make your way into the carriage as he walks to the corner of the house, trying to get a look of who you’re dealing with.

You shake your head while you grab your own rifle from behind. As you make your way through the carriage something grabs your ankle. You squirm and let out a small scream. Taking a few steps back pointing your rifle down, ready to fire – you’re met with the eyes of the teenage girl you know nothing more of than her name. She hushes at you and puts her finger up towards her lips.

You’re relieved it's her, hunched down between the train seats, and not an infected left behind in the train.

“I could’ve shot you!” you whisper as you quickly hunch down next to her.

“Hide.” she just whispers back. “This way they won’t see you through the windows.”

You focus on your breathing. It’s quiet outside, but all you hear is the beat of your own heart and the blood rushing, making the silence unbearable.

After just a couple of minutes that feels like seconds and hours at the same time, you hear a gunshot. You both twitch a bit at the sound. Looking nervously around but you don’t see anything. The voices of men can be heard in the distance and more gunshots are fired, closer this time. You start moving away to get further away in the carriage. You and Ellie crawl on the dirty train floor, dusty and covered in ice. You look back at the kid behind you, her red hoodie sticking up from inside of the green worn out jacket. She’s not really dressed for this weather.

You hear gunshots again and hear the pained screams of a man. You pull Ellie closer and put your head down. Quickly squeezing the two of you behind another pair of seats. Breathing shakily, feeling Ellie’s fast heartbeats under your arm as you’re hugging her close.

There’s a creak of a carriage door. You feel the weight of the train shift a bit as someone enters the train. Fuck. There’s no place to run. You’re staying hidden right where you are, as long as the one who just entered the train decides to walk the other way.

But of course that’s none of your luck, you think, as you slowly move your head a bit to make eye contact with Ellie.

“Do you have a gun?” you ask quietly, and she nods.

You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes together in fear. The steps are getting closer.

“Stay down.” you whisper to Ellie as you reach for the trigger of your rifle and stand up. You look at the person who just entered the train through your aim.

“Stay back!” you fiercely say as the person puts their hands up slowly over their head.

“Hey, it’s me!” Joel whispers. “Get down! I told you to hide!”

You just started to realize who you had in front of you at the same moment as you hear a woman cry out in the distance. You freeze and all you hear is the cries… of your sister.

“No, no, no. Please, I don’t have anything- plea- please don’t-” you hear her beg loudly. Your head snaps to your side, through the train window and at the big wooden door that separates you from Julie. You start walking determined towards the exit of the train, try to squeeze past Joel as you hear your sister scream out. But he grabs your wrist, holding you back.

“Let me go!” you yell at him.

“It’s been too late for a long time now and you know it.” he snaps back.

The screams of your sister goes silent as you hear one last gunshot. The world is not spinning anymore. It feels like the floor of the train gives in underneath you. You fall endlessly into a pitch black hole as you scream. The only thing holding you up the Joels firm grip of your wrist.

“Up Ellie!” Joel instructs as he shows you further away in the wagon, your legs failing to walk. Ellie gets up and takes the lead, opening the door into the next wagon.

“Move.” Joel says aggressively and pushes you forward. You feel nauseous as you start to put one foot in front of the other. He mumbles right behind your ear, “If you don’t get yourself together and move your feet I’ll leave you here for the raiders to find.”

You take a deep breath and look up and sees Ellie’s worried face hold the door open for the two of you. As you take a step into the other carriage you wipe away your tears from your cheek. Behind you is the sound of Joel loading his gun. You keep on walking determined to get to the end of the train. You hear the gunshot when Joel pulls the trigger, but this time you don’t flinch. You’re feeling numb. You hear one of the windows of the train shatter as the bullet pierces through, and a loud thud of a body falling to the ground outside. But you don’t care, you don’t feel. You just move.

“We need to leave,” Joel explains to you and Ellie. “There’s more coming, and by the time they get here we need to be gone.”

As you get to the end of the train Ellie opens the door, peeks outside and checks in both directions before she jumps outside, closely followed by you and Joel.

Your feet hit the frozen ground. Usually, your knees would protest in some kind of way. You’re not a twenty-something anymore, and haven’t been in a long time. But you don’t feel anything. The sun is blinding, almost making the white snow unbearable to look at.

As you start running away from the train, from the station and your sister you gaze up to the sky. This was not supposed to be the end, you think as you make your way alongside the old tracks.

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