#and they were like snapping and snarling at this other dog which was way out of character so

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Nothing like the horrifying realization you may have given your dogs a taste for human blood 💯✨✨

#i needed a quick cleanup to hide my sh from my grandparents so i #i let my dogs lick my arm and they used their teeth and really cleaned it good and #and they were like snapping and snarling at this other dog which was way out of character so #so anyway they found the blood towel that i yeet onto so i dont have to clean the carpet and #and it keeps getting dragged from its hiding place and its always soaked so #so yeah thats… thats fun #tw sh implied

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Not the person I once knew

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: past lovers reunite after many years…and then what?

warnings: SMUT (vaginal fingering, oral-m!receiving, protected p in v -i know, shocker-, biting, choking, overstimulation al liiil’ possesive!Joel -just a smudge-), ANGST, mentions of death and shootings, thoughts and mentions of suicide, cursing, Joel and reader being two idiots that cannot express how they feel and…fluff because I can’t help myself

word count: 10k ( yeah the zero is supposed to be there)

A/N: I am too jumping on the Joel Miller train. This fic actually has plot and it’s not just a straight up porn which is shocking :D. Also I am actually crazy - I have a week off from school and that’s why I write that much. I can’t stop - literally.

Your feet were aching – you've had to walk at least 20 or so kilometers by now – and the cold was biting your skin most unpleasantly – finding a good winter coat or any kind of winter clothes was not easy in this fucking Outbreak. You started to feel thirsty and tired and all you wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep – maybe death by cold wasn't the worst fate you could've endured.

Your mind quickly flashing to your group – you've killed most of them, the snarling of them still ringing in your ears, the smell of gunpowder lingering in your nose. You've done what you had to do – one of your guys got infected and infected almost all of the other ones – the ones that survived either left to fend for themselves which you thought was the stupidest thing ever or killed themselves – fucking cowards. Their blood stuck to you like a second skin – the smell of iron making you uneasy when you started to think about it. Maybe you should've killed yourself too. What was the point in surviving now, anyways? You didn't have a group anymore and you had no supplies anymore. Sure, you could eat the snow for water intake and try to hunt something – but you felt too exhausted for that. Your knees buckling – you fall into the cold snow – you hear something then. Voices, the sound of horses neighing and a…dog? Were you starting to hallucinate? You weren't though – the sounds getting louder and clearer – you quickly scramble to your feet and grab your pistol but you pale when you see how many of them are there – all of them looking more sure of themselves on their horses and with their guns raised on you. The dog barks at you, snapping and growling and you've never thought that you might die getting robbed and then mauled by a dog – though they did not look like raiders. Their clothes look clean and kind of new – compared to your worn and torn-off jacket at least.

Someone says something but you don't hear them – your gaze focused on the dog, your pistol pointing at the handler. You've always been a dog lover – before the Outbreak at least – but this didn't look like he wanted to be friends with you.

“Hey, I said drop your fucking gun or I'll shoot your head clean off!” One of them says – repeating himself – and you gulp dryly doing what he says – you were a fighter but also you weren't stupid. There were too many of them and even if you had good aim you wouldn't be able to shoot your way out of this. The guy who addressed you squints his eyes when you lower the gun to your feet – he gestures for you to kick it further and you reluctantly do so.

“Listen here, cowboy,” you sass when you see the cowboy hat on his head, “I was just passing by – my group is dead, they got infected and-” at your words everyone grips their guns a little tighter – the person holding the dog loosening the leash a little in his hands. “Whoa, whoa, I am not infected, I swear.” You sound desperate and you are – you probably should have blown your fucking head of yourself when you still had the chance.

“We will see about that.” One of them gruffs – you guess it's the one closest to you, the one on your right – and you have the urge to break his nose. Yeah, if you were in their position you wouldn't trust someone either but you are not – and you feel pretty fucking terrified – even after years of survival. “Release Buckley!” The first one – the one with that stupid cowboy hat – says and then you see the big ball of fur running towards you. Closing your eyes you pray that he can't smell any jerky on you – you know so he could nibble on your fingers a little and get a taste of you. The pain of teeth digging into you as you expected doesn't come and so you open one of your eyes – you see that the dog's tail is wagging and a grin slowly makes its way on your face. You slowly bend one of your knees - you are not getting any younger and pain shoots through your leg – but you ignore it and start petting Buckley. He's not that bad when he doesn't look like he wants to eat you alive.

A high-pitched whistle cuts through the air and then he is gone – heeling opposite to the person who previously handled him. They don't say anything more and start to slowly turn their horses on their heels when an idea comes to your mind – they look well-fed and clean, and you feel hungry enough that you would eat practically anything. The exhaustion creeps back up at you after the adrenaline wears off and you shout a quick “hey” - their heads turning in question. You offer them a little smile, kicking your feet into the snow and putting your gun back.

“You guys have a place for one more hungry stomach? I just want something to eat – maybe a few hours of sleep and then I'll be out of your hair. Pinky promise.” you grin and show off your pinky finger – you've always had a way of trying to make the situation lighter than it really was and now that you know they don't pose any tŕeal threat – for now at least – you get your hopes up. All of them share a quick look before the one with that stupid cowboy hat – who wears something like that in the middle of the winter – nods and your grin spreads wider. You grab one of the hands that reach towards you to pull you on a horse – and when you are finally on its back, you stroke its muscular thigh lightly. Maybe this day was not so bad after all.

When you arrive at Jackson it is almost noon. You raise both brows when you see the wooden heavy gait in front of you– the people patrolling their stations curiously looking back at you. When you asked them if you could come with them you didn't expect a whole fucking community of people in a small town with electricity and other necessities – your eyes wandering to the various small buildings that look like shops more so than something where you could take shelter. When you asked them if you could come with them you expected a flimsy building without windows in which you would hardly make a fire. You aren't surprised anymore why they acted so tough – families lived here, old couples and people of various ages. A small flicker of hope goes straight to your heart – maybe you could stay here – you were tired of fighting to live another day. And this looked like a great fucking place.

The guy that was riding with you dismounts the horse – helping you do the same and you pet the animal – thanking it quietly. People don't really look at you – at least not so openly as the ones that were taking patrol – they are doing their own things – some of them just crossing the street, others helping to build a new building – you wonder what that is going to be for – a group of kids runs right in front of you squeaking. They play and your heart aches – it's the first time you've seen kids be so carefree since the outbreak happened – it looked like their childhood was not ripped from them. One of the kids – a young girl no older than 6 – looks almost like Sarah – curly wild hair, big eyes and the cutest dimples you've seen adorn her face – and you feel a pang of hurt in your heart. Reaching for your necklace you squeeze the ring that is on it tightly in your palm – Joel and Sarah would love it here.

The man you've called cowboy asks you something and you turn to look at him – he's quite handsome but he is a lot younger than you for sure – he has this boyish innocence still written all over his face when you pin him with your stare. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I will accompany you to the canteen. Tommy is already waiting there, a few men that were with us already informed him about your arrival.” He sounds formal. Too formal – as if his words were learned. Like a little boy scout you think. Images of Tommy Miller through your mind and you grin fondly at the memory of him – you could never imagine him being a leader of a community like this.

“Lead the way, cowboy.” You don't miss the way that the boy's ears gain a darker shade of red and so do his cheeks.

When he leads you to the canteen – you can't believe that they have a real freakin canteen here – you look around because you can't take it all in at once. Jackson looks like an old town from some kind of cowboy movie – maybe that's why the boy wears the stupid hat. A few people on the way politely greet you and you greet them back. When you arrive at the canteen the bo points to the man that has his back turned back on you and before you can thank him – has gone. The lights adorning the room are a nice touch – it looks old school here – old wooden chairs, and tables with plaid cloth scattered across the room, and you can see an old Coca-Cola freezer from the corner of your eye. Your steps are much lighter – even though you are still hungry and tired you're at least not cold anymore, the temperature here is not as cold as outside. The man that cowboy pointed at talks to someone – an older lady with a high-pitched voice with pretty blue eyes – and you wait before they end their conversation, standing to the side. The lady whispers something to him – you can see her lips moving but don't hear anything – and then the man turns and looks at you. If you have something in your hands right now you would for sure drop it.

Tommy fucking Miller was standing a few steps away from you. He looked older – of course – and his hair was a lot longer than you'd last seen him, the mustache he was sporting suited him. You saw the way he scrunched his brows together – as if trying to categorize you to one of his people – and then you saw the realization cross his eyes. His hands drop to his sides and when you whisper a hushed “Tommy ?” he was right in front of you – hugging you close to his body. The hug was desperate and you felt the tears you held back falling from your eyes – the palms of his hands soothingly caressing your back. After a few minutes or was it seconds he pulls away from you and you have so many questions but none of it comes out of your mouth – the lump in your throat not allowing you to. If he was here – alive and breathing – did it mean Sarah and Joel were here too? Or…No, you couldn't think that way. You had buried the memories of Millers a long time ago – but now, seeing Tommy here? He gave you hope.

“Wow-uh, I’d thought I’d never see you again, Doc.” The small nickname of endearment falling from his lips makes you sob and he softly grabs your elbow so you two could sit at the nearest table – a young woman quickly rushes to your side when Tommy gestures with his hand for her to come and he whispers something in her ear – just now you can see the few people scattered around staring at you curiously.

“Tommy-I-is-is Joel here too? And Sarah.” You grab the ring on your necklace tighter – you've been dreaming of this moment for too long – and he looks at your hand noticing the shiny thing attached to the chain on your neck. The engagement ring Joel proposed with.

“I-uh- I'll tell you everything but you need to eat first, Doc, alright?” You don't feel hungry anymore but you nod – noticing the look in Tommy's eyes makes you uneasy – but he offers you a smile and you offer one right back reaching for his hand – squeezing his hand in yours.

You sit and listen to Tommy talk – you aren't sure if minutes pass or hours – but your eyes nurn from all the crying and you feel your stomach drop with your heart multiple times during Tommy's story telling how he – they – come up here. How Joel was desperate to contact you – you were in Houston on a quick trip with your friends at the time, to look for the wedding dress – seems stupid when you think about it right now. How they killed Sarah – your sweet little Sarah, you thought of her as your own, you've lived with her for almost three years and that girl adored you and you adored her right back – you cannot imagine the pain Joel felt when she was killed right in his arms. Tommy tells you about Joel's suicide attempt too – how he didn't see any purpose in life when both his daughter and fiance were not around anymore, he didn't know if you were still alive. He tells you about his wife, how he got here – how he joined Fireflies for a while and you have the urge to punch him when he says that – you have a distaste for that motherfuckers. He tells you about Ellie – not much though – but enough to figure out Joel cares about that girl a whole lot. And most importantly he announces to you that both of them are here and you almost jump out of your chair to go and find him – but Tommy quickly grabs your elbow and stops you. He tells you about how Joel changed a lot – but so have you. When you tell him that he just shakes his head – you don't understand.

“Doc, I don't know how he will react seeing you after 20 years. He is not the person you once knew. I think you should sleep on it first.”

You want to protest but the sound of the door opening and the rushed call of “Tommy!” stops you. You look at who interrupted you and it's a girl close to Sarah's age. She has short brown hair tightened up in a ponytail and a pair of brown eyes. She has a scar across her brow and when she stops next to Tommy and mutters a quick fuck – you know it's Ellie. Joel's Ellie.

“I heard there's someone new in town and I was super curious – Joel told me to wait for him but then he started playing on his stupid guitar and-” he still plays on a guitar. That pulls a little smile on your face. The girl seems like she didn't even notice you and Tommy wants to open his mouth when Ellie seems finally acknowledges your presence.”Fuck, it's you. You're the new person.” Tommy scolds Ellie when she curses but you just grin at her attitude and seemingly “I want to know and also do know everything ” mindset.

“It's okay, Tommy. God knows I curse a lot too. Hi, Ellie.” She seems confused about how you know her name and you've missed talking to kids – God you have missed your job so much, after all, that's how you and Joel met. Sarah broke her leg and when the nurse told him you could finally see them he was more nervous than a mouse being chased by a cat. He was so worried about Sarah that he didn't even notice you ogled him after you were all done with Sarah – but of course, she did. She was a sweet kind and when they left she muttered to her father he should definitely ask you on a date – he just shook his head and told her not to be silly – you were too pretty for him. Turned out you lived close by and from their visit you've started seeing both Sarah and Joel a lot more outside your work. It was you who finally got the courage to ask the hot single dad out – you will never forget how he gaped at you seemingly not trusting his own voice to answer so Sarah quickly jabbed him in the ribs and said that: “he would very much like that” - he was talking her ear off about you even unknowingly so.

“Okay, how the fuck do you know my name and who are you because it seems you and Tommy are big buddies here. Just so you know he has a wife.” She says matter of factly and you think you like this kid a lot – you can see why Joel does too.

Tommy clears his throat. “Ellie, this is Doc.” He says and he doesn't even notices the fact he called you your nickname – you see the way Ellie's brows scrunch up in confusion. “She's a long lost…family.”

“What, are you like their sister? If so you for sure received all the pretty genes – though Joel never said anything about ever having a sister.” She's a lot more talkative than you thought she would be and you think it might be because she finally has a place that she can call home and not worry about stranger danger – at least not that much.

You chuckle. “No I am…” you look at Tommy to see if you can say who you are – though you don't know if Joel still thinks of you as his fiánce – after all, it's been 20 years. He just nods. “ I am Joel's fiánce” You can hear her gasp and say “holy shit!?” - most of the people in the canteen turn their heads to throw her a nasty look. Well, that much at being discreet

“You are Joel's dead fiánce? You don't seem that dead to me.” She mutters that last sentence as she starts inspecting your face and scrunches her nose at you. “You smell.” She states matter of factly and Tommy scolds her once again but you just shrug your shoulders at him.

“It's true, Tommy. No harm in being honest.” If Ellie knows about you it meant she must know about Sarah too and it also must mean Joel talked about you to her. That fact makes your heart build a little faster. Maybe…maybe he still cares about you – logically you know he does, he was a very loyal man back in the days too – but still, it makes your cheeks heat up.

“Joel will lose his mind! You have to see him like right now!” she sounds enthusiastic and you are too – seeing Joel after 20 years? You've been dreaming of this moment for so long…Tommy interrupts your little fantasy – clapping his hands he throws a look at Ellie and smiles at you.

“I think it's for the best if you showered first, Doc As Ellie said you don't smell so fresh and maybe a reunion with your husband would be a lot happier if you don't make his whole house stink, eh?” You regularly nod and when Tommy says you can shower at his Ellie says she will come with you – she asks you a lot of questions about yourself – where you grew up, what did you do before Outbreak, where did the nickname Doc come from – she says you are super cool when you answer her you were pediatrician before everything went to shit. She asks how you and Joel met and you answer her truthfully – you've never liked lying. Tommy just walks next to you and listens – you look at him from the corner of your eyes and see he is thinking – he always has this look on his face – his brows are scrunched and his lips are set in a thin line. Joel has that look too when he thinks about something or concentrates – it was your favorite quirk of his.

The walk is quick and you meet Mariah – she's sweet – she offers you clean clothes and when she closes the door behind you so you can take a shower – you exhale loudly. Knowing that Joel is here and that you will see him made your stomach twist in anticipation. Ellie hangs back downstairs with Mariah and Tommy and you can hear their hushed voices – you are pretty sure that they are talking about you. You want to quickly hop in the shower but when you do it's like heaven on earth – the first spray of hot water hits your sore muscles and you feel yourself start to relax. You haven't had a hot shower since the beginning of the outbreak and you missed it so badly. You try to scrub all of the grime and blood from your skin and hair but it seems like mission impossible and you stay in the shower for far longer than the 10 minutes you said. When you step out of the shower you look at yourself in the mirror – at your face and the bags under your eyes, at your body scattered with scars and the thought of Joel not liking what he will see quickly flashes through your mind but you push it away just as quickly as it came – this was a different world. You wrap the fluffy towel around yourself and sigh in bliss. The clothes Mariah gave you fit you and maybe it's that much of your style – but they are clean and smell like they were just pulled fresh out of the washing machine. When you come down quickly the banter stops between the three of them and you can hear Ellie say that “great, you finally don't look like shit”. She grabs you by the arm and leaves the house – dragging you through the streets of Jackson. She walks quickly for someone so small and you try to keep up with her – the new winter coat you wear is flowing behind you with the speed you are walking.

When you arrive at the house Joel and Ellie live you try to catch your breath muttering that you are not as young as you used to be – Ellie just rolls her eyes and steps on the porch which creaks under her footsteps. You like the house – at least from the outside – you imagined something like that when you planned to move with Sarah and Joel after you two marry.

“So, we are here. Take off your boots when you come in – Joel hates cleaning up the snow I leave behind when I come in and walk in boots through the house.” You nod but then she is pushing you in and you throw her a scared look.

“You are not coming with me?” You hiss and she just shakes her head as if it was the stupidest thing she has ever heard.

“No. Enjoy your time together. I don't want to hear you two fucking.” And then she shuts the doors behind you with a force you didn't even know a little kid could possess. Right after she do you hear a gruffed “Ellie I told you to wait for me we talked about -” he stops mid-sentence and you feel like all of the air in your lungs leaves your body when comes into the view, He looks older – but somehow more handsome then you've last seen him. The grey in his hair suits him, and the patches in his beard are now more prominent than they were before. He looks good – more than good. You don't know what to do or say. The two of you just keep staring at each other – he looks you up and down and you see his breath becoming quicker. You're the first one to break the silence.

“Hi, Joel. Long time no see.” You laugh quietly and the tears in your eyes leave your vision blurred. You're the one who moves first too and you hug him tightly – he changed over the years, he's softer and he doesn't smell like he did back in the days – but there's something about his presence that feels entirely like Joel and you grab onto his plaid shirt – squeezing it in your fists. You don't want to pull away – you never want to leave him again but when you feel him not responding to the hug you slowly pull away and look into his eyes. He's scanning your face and now you see tears in his eyes as well. The weight of his calloused hands is more than welcome and you close your eyes when you feel his thumbs slowly stroke your cheeks. The small escapes your throat and you nod when he quietly – oh, so quietly murmurs - “you are alive.”. You stay like that for a while – both of you don't dare to move in case this was all just a dream. You want to hug him again – to feel him against you but when you try to pull him closer to you he unexpectedly quickly pulls you away. You look at him confused and he wipes his tears away – he doesn't know how to act around you. It's been too long. He buried the memories of you and never wanted them to resurface. The knowledge that you are alive and here right in front of him hits him like a fright train. It scares the fucking shit out of him.

He clears his throat and avoids your gaze when he asks you if you want to sit – you agree hastily - you didn't take off your boots like Ellie said and you contemplate for a flash of a second that maybe you should - when you see the change in his stance and attitude. He's trying to distance himself from you and you don't understand why – wasn't he glad you were here?

You look around the living room. It's spacey and you hate that small painting of deer above the fireplace. You quickly scan the bookshelf and figure most of the books are Ellies. When you sit on the worn-off couch you expect that Joel will sit next to you – but he moves across the room and keeps standing. You are confused and you don't understand – you never expected your reunion to go this way. It stays quiet and you break the silence once again – he never was much of a talker anyway- you and Sarah kept the house full of laughter and it was never quiet thanks to both of you – and he never thought he would miss it that much.

“I met Ellie. She actually dragged me here.” You chuckle but he doesn't respond – this was such a bad idea. He tears your heart apart with his stoic stance and silence and doesn't even know it. But he can't bring himself to speak or move – he worries if he does you will disappear.

“Okay, I guess I will go.” He wants to tell you to stay here with him. But alas nothing comes out of his mouth – though when he sees the ring on your neck he gasps and you throw him a questioning look.

“You-you kept it after all these years.” You are confused but when you see where his gaze is trained you look at your engagement ring and smile. “Yeah, I-uh, I've never stopped thinking about you or Sarah you know.” He sharply inhales, he wants to tell you so much. “And every time I look at it I hear her annoyed voice scolding you on how you proposed.” You snort and he grins softly remembering your light laughter and Sarah's huffing on how un-romantic he was.

“Babe just another five minutes, please.” You grumble and feel him smile against your skin – his patchy beard scratching your neck. His hands squeeze your hips and your breath hitches when you feel his tongue flatten against your pulse point. He hums against your skin and nips at your skin – you try to push him away but he just grins wider and hovers above you.

“You know you said that six times now come on, want to take you somewhere nice. Promise I will make it worth it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle at his antics – he was the one who slept in most of the time – but on days like this – where you feel exhausted from the previous night's session of amazing sex – you feel like you could sleep till afternoon. You slowly kiss the bald spot on his beard and one of your hands sneaks to the band of boxers – he grabs your hand quickly and shakes his head at you.

“Na-ah, won't work on me this time, sweetheart. You can't seduce me.” You just hum and kiss the spot between his shoulder blade and neck – gently scraping your hand through his already tousled hair. His eyes flutter close for a moment and it's now your turn to grin against his skin. You know you won.

“Mmm, I don't know but you left your girlfriend pretty unsatisfied last night.” You try to push the smile off your face when he quickly opens his eyes at your words – you know he never backs down from a challenge.

“Oh?” You hum and finally cup his semi-hard cock in your hand. He grunts and you smile, biting your lip when he slowly puts his fingers inside your panties. “So wet for me already baby, was three orgasms last night not enough for you, mhm?” He asks when he pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp – arching your back and he squeezes one of your breasts – his now hard cock strains against his boxers.

“How do you know I-oh fuck. Didn't fake it?” you grit out when his fingers brush against the spongy spot inside of you – his thumb drawing circles on your clit leisurely. His eyes darken at your question and he hooks the two of his fingers inside of you – it feels too good and all you can do is just moan in pure bliss.

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I know. This sweet pussy grips me like a vice when you cum. Guess I need to remind you.” The other hand that was squeezing your tit now goes higher and he strokes your jaw – you grant his access to your mouth and he growls when you bite on his lower lip and your go to the back of your head when he speeds his hand – his tongue sliding into your mouth and when he pulls away you kiss the underside of his jaw.

“Guess you do.” he mumbles something alongside “such a smart mouth” before his hands grab you around your throat and put small pressure on it – you shudder and he just hums when he feels you close. “Gonna cum for me, won't you?” You just nod and when you finally do cum – you bite his shoulder, your nails scraping across his back. He pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in your mouth – you hum around them and push him so he is the one laying on his back.

“I have to return the favor.” You throw him a cheeky look and he just mutters an “oh god” when you pull him out of his boxers – the tip already red and sensitive, leaking precum out of it. "Guess I will have my breakfast early."

An hour later Sarah is already up and grins at you. You bid her a good morning – you try to look presentable – you've already brushed your teeth, changed and you smile at her when you see that she made pancakes.

“Sooo, do you like the ring?” she asks and you stop pouring coffee into Joel's mug. He throws Sarah a quick look of “don't say another word, please” but she ignores him. “You know, the one dad proposed with?” your go slack-jawed and look at Joel who quickly scrambles to his feet from the chair and pulls you to him.

“What is she talking about, Joel? You ask and he uncertainly smiles and bends one knee – you see the little black velvet box and when he opens it you gasp – the ring inside of it is beautiful – simple and elegant and tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh my god, dad. You said you would propose before the sunset.” Joel shrugs his shoulders and keeps his gaze trained on you.

“That was the plan but were… preoccupied.” He grins at the last word and Sarah mutters a quick “gross” but starts looking for that old stupid camera to make wvideo of the proposal– hoping you would say yes. She thought of you almost like a mother and when Joel told her he wanted to marry you she squealed in delight.

“So whad’ya say, sweetheart? Will you marry me? Even though I am proposing in our kitchen and with my pajamas on.” You nod and he lets out a breath of relief – when he stands up you kiss him passionately.

“You won't get rid of me now that easily, Texas.” You whisper against his lips as he wipes your tears away.

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” You couldn't wait for the new chapter of your life with Joel and Sarah by your side

Joel stays quiet for a long time after your confession and he almost misses you leaving – but he registers the door shutting softly. He falls onto the floor – putting his hand on his heart which seems like it will fall out of his chest any moment- his breath is quick and he can't seem to calm himself down. His ears are ringing and he registers the flow of tears after they fall on his cheeks and into his mouth – the salty flavor of them sits heavy in his mouth – and he wishes he could be man enough and run after you. But he doesn't – he stays sitting up on his living room floor the face of you haunting his mind alongside with the old memories

Tommy was right. Your fiánce was not the person you once knew. Joel seems to be avoiding you because you've been in Jackson for a week now and didn't see him at all. Not that you minded after seeing his enthusiasm – or rather lack of – at seeing you. You try to not think about it that much and throughout the day you occupy yourself – at night you cry a lot – Mariah always comes to your room and shushes you to sleep or if you are talkative that night she lets you talk. It's like having a girls' night but more…depressing. The people in Jackson are nice and you try to help everywhere you can. Whether it be with kids or at the canteen. Helping with sheep or horses – you often go and visit Buckley – he soothes your ongoing nerves. Joel will have to come out of hiding one day. And you are not ready for that. On the other side Ellie seems to hang with you a lot – the day after your meeting with Joel she almost tackled you to the ground when she forcefully asked what did you do to Joel – you have to give it to her, that girl got spirit and an undying loyal heart like the man she is living with. After trying to explain it to her –it was very hard because she thinks Joel can do no wrong really – and you are not saying he did, she gave in pretty easily and started hanging out with you.

You are staying at Tommy for a while – at least before you decide if you will leave which is very unlikely or they will try to find you another accommodation. She comes there every afternoon and brings her science books – you found an anatomical book in the library one day and kept it with you – and you try and teach her the various Latin words or show her where is what on her body – three days ago you two drew a life-sized human and marked bones on it and such. You've met other people too and learned that the shy cowboy's name was Henry – he asked you out and you admired him for his braveness but you told him you are probably closer to his mother's age than to be his girlfriend.

Tommy went and tried talking to Joel too but you both know how stubborn he can be and when you asked him how did it go he just shook his head low and offered you a sad smile. Today you wanted to help an old lady, Mrs.Grempinks - or something like that – with knitting. Her hands were shaking the past few days and she felt sad – you offered her help and she accepted – she doesn't need to know you do not know how to knit at all. At least it will maybe make her feel better that she is not the only one in the room with poor knitting skills. On the way to her, you come across Ellie and she lets out a relieved sigh when she spots you.

“Here you are I've been looking everywhere for you.” she empathizes the word everywhere and starts dragging you with her – where you aren't sure.

“Hey, Ellie. Slow down. Ellie!” you shriek when you figure out where exactly she is dragging you – to her – Joel's- house and you burrow your heels into the snow-covered ground.

“Joel isn't home and I want to show you something really cool – I've been working on it for the past couple of days after you borrowed me your anatomy book.” You want to protest and you turn around in the direction of Mrs. Grempkin's house but you don't have the heart to tell Ellie that you don't have time and Joel is not home and you would leave soon enough anyways – she will just show you her little project and then it's gonna be as if you never even put your foot in the house again. When she pulls you inside she again quickly closes the door behind you and dread overcomes you – oh no she didn't – she shows you the two keys in her hand and you know the other one is Joels. She locked you out.

“I am sorry but both of you are miserable and you have to talk it out!” There is nothing to talk about with Joel – he doesn't need your presence near him, it's been clear and you mouth a quiet “please, Ellie, don't do this” while you jumble with the handle. It's no use and you sigh thumping your forehead against the door. You quietly take your boots off this time and start looking around the house – looking for Joel to tell him what just happened.

You find him in his workshop – it's nice and you stay in the doorway while looking around. You see the various little wooden figures and you find it cute that he found something he can get lost in. The various guitars on the wall peak your interest – you've always loved when he played and his back is still turned on you while he focuses on his woodwork – you enter the room slowly and when you touch one of his guitars a low “hi” echoes throughout the room. His back is turned still but his hands stopped moving and he is sitting still.

“Didn't know you could hear me.” You say and he chuckles lowly.

“I'd be dead by now if I didn't hear someone sneaking up on me.” He says and you hum acknowledgment – when he finally turns to look at you your breath hitched because he is so effortlessly handsome it hurts. You cross your arms around your chest.

“I wasn't sneaking up on you.”

“Sure you weren't.” He throws you a grin and it's different than the last time you talked – or didn't really – to him. He is more relaxed and he actually looks like he doesn't mind seeing you in his house. It's quiet for a while but not that uncomfortable silence that suffocates. You look at one another and you take him all in – his aquiline nose and his full lower lip, his brown eyes and you look at the dip of his neck – licking your lips. It's suddenly too hot in here with the way his gaze burns into you.

“I am sorry.” He offers and you don't understand what for – or you do – you just want him to expand that sentence because you felt like a fool the last time you were here. “I am sorry for the way I reacted but I never thought I'd see you again and when you just appeared in my house I was overwhelmed with emotions I didn't know I could still feel. After Sarah died I-” He chokes and you are in front of him in a blink of a second – cupping his cheeks and he closes his eyes bathing in your gentle touch which he doesn't deserve - or at least he thinks so

“You don't have to tell me anything. Tommy told me and I-I am sorry what happened to Sarah. And everything you've been through, Joel.” You say and he opens his eyes and shakes his head – none of what happened was your fault and you shouldn't be sorry. He was glad you weren't with him when all of it went to shit because you'd probably be here by now. It's easy to be this intimate with him and you bask in the way he lets you touch – you expect him to pull away like last time – but he doesn't. Instead, he brings his lips closer to yours and searches for your gaze which drops when he licks his lower lip.

“I want to kiss you, sweetheart,” he murmurs and your lips are almost – almost touching when he says so. His forehead is pressed up against yours and your hands that were previously holding his face now move behind his neck – your nails scratch the spot behind his ear gently and he closes his eyes – whether in pure bliss or to hold himself back you don't know – though if its the latter you don't want that. “Need to kiss you,” he adds. You just nod your head in agreement – you wanted nothing more than to kiss him the last time you saw him.

“What are you waiting on then, Texas?” You tease and you feel him smile into the kiss – it's just a gentle press of lips – as if he was testing the waters. One of his hands grabs your hip – squeezing it – and the other moves behind your head and pushes you closer – he needs you closer. The wet press of his lips is more urgent now and his tongue licks your lower lip. You grant him access into your mouth and then the kiss becomes more urgent, more passionate, more desperate – Joel was always a good kisser and you always enjoyed just making out with him late at night to some bad movie that was on the TV. The hand on your hip moves lower and he cups your ass – you moan into his mouth and he hums, the other hand now stroking the hinge of your jaw. Your hands scratch his scalp and he almost but purrs – pulling away from you he plants butterfly kisses across your face.

“Bedroom?” The question seems silly – you need him and if you'd be any younger you'd jump his bones right here on the floor. But you are not so you nod and he pecks your lips quickly before he grabs your hand – squeezing your fingers in his – and leads you to his bedroom. When you enter it he closes the door more forcefully than needed and before you have time to look around he is pushing you onto the bed – your back hits the mattress and he grins – he hasn't seen this sight in over 20 years and he is enjoying every second of it. You sit up and pull him by the collar of his shirt. He is quick with it – his mouth on yours again and his hands start exploring your body – they go from your thighs up to your tummy and then higher – he squeezes your tits – you moan and his hands move higher cupping your cheeks tenderly. He pulls away and moves your hair out of your face.

“Need you so badly.” He pants – and you feel just the same. You feel him start undressing you but you want to make this last as long as possible. You push him away and he seems confused before you are pushing him on his back – your sit on his lap and you feel how hard he is under his jeans – you test the waters and grind down on him – your hands on his chest and he really wants to keep his eyes open but the feel of you on him makes him feel like he's fuckin teenager again that will bust his load into his pants any second. “Fuck, gonna make me cum before the real fun even begins and I am not young as I used to be. If that happens I will have to eat you out at least three times.” You grin and bend down to kiss his neck – your tongue leaving hot trails in its wake. He sits up with you and his hands fly to your lower back to support you. He surges forward – his tongue exploring your mouth, mapping your teeth with it and when you feel his hands trying to take your shirt off – you tug him by the hair roughly – his hips bucking up to meet yours as he moans your name brokenly.

“Slow down, baby. Want to appreciate you.” You push his chest so he will be laying again – he wants to protest but you put one of your fingers to his lips. The look he gives you is downright sinful before he is sucking it into his mouth – his teeth nipping it and you can't look away from his advances. His tongue peaks out and you feel the way he swirls it around your digit just like used to when he ate you out. You moan brokenly and put another one there and he bites into them softly. The small butterfly kisses you leave on his scar from his suicide attempt makes him drop your fingers from his mouth as he groans loudly – he feels so fucking appreciated and loved at this moment that it makes his head dizzy. “Need to see you, baby. Sit up.” He does and you unbutton his shirt slowly one by one while he kisses your jaw and your neck – sucking at it once in a while his tongue flattens out against your pulse point where he leaves a mark.

“Fuck, want you to take your shirt off too.” You don't have time to comply before he is pulling it over your head and you are not wearing any bra – the one Mariah gave you did not fit you – and he immediately reaches for them. He pinches one of your nipples while he sucks on your other one and you throw your head back – it always felt this good with him. Sex with him was easy and he was a generous lover. The only man that had ever made you cum. When pulls away he frowns when he sees the deep red scar close to your heart.

“Someone stabbed me but as you can see I am alive and well. Don't worry about it, We all have our own scars.” Your thumb slides across the one next to his temple and he nods – he is angry at himself though. Maybe if he was with you it wouldn't happen. Maybe if he'd try to look for you harder. Maybe…”Hey, Joel. You still with me?” You stroke his bicep and he nods before you peck him gently. “Strip out of these, will you? Want to suck your dick.” You pat his jeans-clad thigh and his jaw rocks forward. You sit on the bed and he makes quick work of his jeans and his boxer – his cock is bobbing with need and you open your mouth awaiting.

The first lick sends him into overdrive and he grips your hair and tries telling you to take him deeper – just a little bit deeper. You drool and the spit starts to cover his balls – it's messy and the sounds he makes sound like straight up from porn. His head is thrown back and he gets lost in the feel of you – your mouth – and he can't believe you are here with him. He feels his balls pull up tighter and he pulls it out quickly before he is bending down to kiss you – he doesn't register the surprised sound you make when he pushes his tongue almost all the way back down your throat.

You taste like him because you are his, his, his and the growing need he has for you makes him almost rip your new pants before he is working his fingers inside of you – the familiar wetness and tightness make him feel like he is 30 again – and you cry out. He drills into you and snarls when your nails dig into his forearm, his nose bumps against yours and he wants to kiss you but he concentrates on making you cum because he wants to be inside of you. To mark you as his. His to kiss and hiss to make you cum and his to love and his, his, his. He searches for that spot and his other hand sneaks onto your inner thigh – when he finds it – he can hear it from the high-pitched moan that you let out. He smacks you onto your inner thigh and you jump forward and try to get away from him. It's too much – his fingers, his groans and talks and his tongue that find its way into your mouth. He's too much and he can feel you are almost there – almost. He grabs your throat and his eyes watch your Adam's apple bob – his thumb putting slight pressure on it. The squelching sounds of your pussy make him double his efforts and he can feel you getting closer and closer with every pass of his fingers through your walls – your pleas echoing through the room. He knows you need more and he grins menacingly when he sees how your pussy glistens with your juices and soak his hand.

“Fuck, sweetheart look at you. Soaking me. You want to cum?” He knows you do and he is downright cruel when he slows down and you sob because you want to cum – you nod and he is not happy with that – swatting you against your inner thigh once again before repeating that question.

“Yes, yes, Joel! I want to cum, please make me cum!” You feel on a verge of tears and he kisses you softly before he continues his previous efforts – his thumb now circling your clit and it's the additional stimulation you needed. He curses when he feels you squeeing him and he works you through it – your vision goes white and all you can think about is Joel and how good he is – before you come back down and he is still working his way inside of you and suddenly its too much – you try to push him away but the hand on your thigh just grips you harder – the blunt nails of his digging into your thigh.

“Please, Joel, Too much, it's too much!” You cry out but it's like he can't hear you and he bites your lower lip, his fingers never stopping and you can feel him pulling another orgasm out of you – you can feel him grin against your mouth and murmuring “that's it, such a good girl for me, sweetheart” before you are cuming again. Your legs shake and the moans you let out die down when he puts his coated fingers of your cum in your mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your head – he is kissing you and then telling you to “share with him” and it's so fucking nasty – a string of saliva connecting you both before he is wiping his mouth. You are sedated and when he reaches for something in his bedside table you don't really care. The sound of foil tearing makes you open your eyes and you see how he pulls the condom on his dick before he is crawling to you.

“Come on, sweetheart. You gonna ride me.” He says and you don't feel like you have that much of a choice – he is pulling you on top of him and before you know it he notches the head of his dick between your folds. You grab the base of him and slowly sink down on him – you forgot how fucking thick and big he was and you need a moment before you start moving. Your muscles are sore and your throat is dried up from all the moaning and screaming but when you look down to see Joel's blissed-out expression – you start to move slowly. He lets you ride him at your own pace – you are the one in control now and he's here only for the right. He strokes his thumbs o your sides and then opens his eyes he feels like he will come right there and then. Your tits bounce with every pass of his cock against your walls and the way your head is thrown back and your throat on full display – his fingers twitch as he has the urge to bring you by your throat and kiss you.

The leisurely pace only lasts for a while before you can feel another orgasm build inside of you – the hair on the base of his cock scratch your clit deliciously. You dig your nails into his shoulders – one of your hands grabbing his jaw when you kiss him – he lets you and his hands move from your hips to your ass – squeezing the flash in his palms. You moan when you feel one of his hands sneak toward your clit but you push him away – breaking from the kiss.

“I am the one that is now in control, Texas.” The smirk you give him makes his cock twitch and he nods – his Adam's apple bobbing when he gulps and you til his chin up as you sink your teeth gently into it. He holds onto you tighter – your pace unfaltering and he wants to cum – needs to – but not before you. His heels dig into the mattress and you pull back to stop moving as your hips start to sway in a figure of eight. It does nothing for him and he whines – whines – in protest. You tell him to “shut up” because you are so so fucking close and that's when he grits his teeth together – his patience runs thin. His hands grab the chain with his ring on it – the only thing you are wearing – and he pulls you towards him by it. The look you throw him is absolutely wrecked and when you are close to his mouth – you need to kiss him, want to taste him – he pulls his head away from you to put the ring between his teeth. That alone almost makes you cum and you can't look away from him – even when he grabs you by the flash of your ass – and start sinking you down on him. You are completely mesmerized by the ring in his mouth and before you know it you are cuming – he slaps your ass when you do and you jolt forward – the ring falling from his mouth when he tangles his tongue with yours.

He fucks you through it and he sits up – his heels planting into the mattress so he can chase his own orgasm – he puts the ring into your mouth now and if he could he would take a picture of you like this – his ring between your teeth while he fucks you silly and your gorgeous body putty in his hands. His balls slap against the meat of your thighs and he puts his forehead on your chest – you can feel the small droplets of his sweat roll down his forehead. He pants and you know he is close – his pace now frantic as he kisses your chest. His lips make their way to your throat and every pass of his cock makes your walls twitch. You feel every vein of his and the head of him pushes against your g-spot. You start meeting his thrusts – pulling him closer to your neck as the only thing he can now do is groan and whine. He can feel your quick pulse and the way your fingers tangle in his locks as you tug him by it – you are overstimulated but he doesn't want this to stop. Never wants this to stop.

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum in me,” You whine and he shakes his head – he doesn’t want to, he doesn't, he doesn't…and then he is cumming as he empties his seed into the condom. He thrusts up at you a few times as he pushes himself through the afer shocks – you can feel him twitch in you before his body goes limp and you fall on him. He strokes your shoulder blades and you listen to his slowing heartbeat – your fingers drawing little hearts on his chest. He slowly pulls out of you and grips the condom by the base of it to tie it off and he throws it into the trash can next to his bed. He pulls you closer to him and you hum – slowly drifting off to sleep exhausted and worn out.

“Love you, Joel.” You say against his neck when you kiss him there and his heart swells up at your confession. He unclasps the chain from your neck and pulls the ring on your finger as he admires it.

“Love you too, baby.” You almost don't hear him when he whispers it against your lips – but you don't need him to say it – after all Joel is a man of actions and not words. And you are perfectly fine with that.

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[sports-on-sundays]

omgg i'm so relievedd,😭😭 anyway here's the request

can you please do an enemies to lovers with pedri wherein the reader is frenkie's sister and pedri and her have beef with eachother and fight like cats and dogs all the time but pedri is lowkey in love with her and sneakily keeps dropping hints but the reader is too oblivious to notice them, then gavi, sick of their banter tries to get them together by pretending to be interested in the reader and pedri get's furious with gavi cuz he's in love with the reader?

anyway i hope you're doing well, sending you lot's and lot's of lovee 💗💗

she's mine / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x de Jong!female!reader - Enemies to lovers - Pedri can't help but feel more than hate towards his enemy. And he won't stand for it when it seems her attention is being given to anyone else but himself.

Warnings: censored swearing, reader is SO oblivious haha, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESY ENDING BUT IT FELT SO RIGHT OKAY, her being Frenkie's sister didn't end up becoming a part of the plot so sorry if you wanted it to be anon

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you're doing well also. :)

Requested?: yup!

A gust of warm wind blows your hair in your face as you enter the Barcelona training pitch. You tuck it behind your ear as your eyes scan the green field, searching for someone.

You tell yourself you're looking for your brother, Frenkie, but your eyes only stop searching when they fall on Pedri. He's sitting on one of the coolers, talking with Robert Lewandowski and Sergi Roberto. You smirk and saunter over, slipping down to sit on the cooler next to him. "Hey. Why aren't you out there playing, Pedri?" you say with a condescending smile.

His head snaps over to look at you, and his jaw visibly clenches as he demands, "Where did you come from? You weren't there a second a-"

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention, idiot. I didn't know you were that unaware of your surroundings..."

"Would you stop?" he snarls, gently shoving you. "Why are you always here, anyway? Do you think you have rights to walk right on in just because you're Frenkie's sister?"

You shrug cockily. "Pretty much. Everyone loves me, including Xavi. You're the only idiot that doesn't."

At this, Sergi (mysteriously) gets up and says, "I'll leave you two to fight this one out."

Robert nods and follows close behind, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be too aggressive with each other now!" You hear a snicker in the more experienced player's voice, which only fuels you more to bug Pedri.

"You aren't being too aggressive," you turn back to Pedri. "What kind of weak shove was that, anyway?"

"I just didn't shove you any harder because you're delicate and weak." He glanced up, meeting your eyes as he added, "Shame you've got no boyfriend to take care of your damsel self."

"Oh, for f***'s sake! Shut up- you know you're pulling crap out of thin air now!"

"That's what you do every single argument we have," Pedri comments with an eye roll. He bends down to tie his shoe, but then looks up, meeting your eyes again in that annoying way, and says, "Wait, you have a boyfriend?!"

"Don't say it like that!" you snap. "I don't, but I don't need one. I'm just fine without a stupid man to boss me around!"

He snorts and comments softly as he stands up, "I wouldn't say I'm stupid, and I certainly wouldn't boss you around..."

"Huph! Yeah, right!" you snap, the intention of his statements blowing straight over your head. "I bet you'd be the worst of them all! My God, no woman deserves an ass like you! Sure hope you never get a girlfriend- any would be too good for you."

"So sharp with your comebacks!" Pedri looks back. "But you use the same ones every time. You're so predictab-"

"Hey, Pedri."

Both of you look up to see Gavi sauntering over to the two of you. He pulls a water bottle from the cooler Pedri just stood up from and tells him, "Quit all the chit-chatting, for God's sake. Break time is done for you, Pedri."

"Yeah!" you grin, calling after him as he sulks away, "Lazy!"

Some days later, you walk down the hallway of the training centre. You're waiting for Frenkie, since you're going with him to visit with him and Mikky and some friends after training, when suddenly your nerves are hit simply by a familiar voice calling behind you, "Hey, Y/n..."

You swivel around to meet the obnoxious brown eyes of none other than Pedri. Your jaw clenches, but you're always ready to pick a fight with him- especially if he's up for it.

There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, and all the sudden he goes from walking toward you to being right in front of you. Your back hits the wall it's facing, and you gasp as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You open your eyes slowly to see only Pedri's eyes. You exhale slowly. He's got you here, with his hands leaning on the wall behind you. You can't read him- you can't tell if he's about to slap you in the face or playfully tease you. All you know is that your nose is about six centimeters from the face of your rival, whom you've hated on a countless number of times.

"What the hell?" you snap. "What's your problem?"

"You know what you did!" he snaps right back, his eyes flashing again.

"What did I do?" you ask innocently as you replay all the rude comments about him and obnoxious tricks played on him.

"You know!" he says, jabbing his elbow into your shoulder- not enough to hurt, so you don't bother with him. He's a coward. He never really hurts you.

You smirk, eyebrows raised, and say, "Was it the chewing gum in your football boot or the 'Kick Me' sign on you last away game?"

"It was the gum-! Wait, 'Kick Me' sign?!"

At this, you break into hysterical laughing at his frightened face. You laugh and laugh, until you finally get out, "You take yourself so seriously, and that's why I know stupid pranks like this really will work in getting under your skin!"

"Tell about the 'Kick Me' sign!" He actually looks quite nervous.

"I managed to give you a 'friendly' pat on the back before you walked the red carpet to the hotel. All the away fans saw. I guess after getting a high-five from their hero, Pedri, they saw he would've rather been kicked in the ass!"

"Wait, it was on my ass?" His eyes widen, and you laugh more, practically wheezing now as Mr. Tough Man is getting dethroned- again. By you, as always.

"No! Lower back, idiot. I guess someone must have taken if off of you before you noticed, and didn't tell you because your pride is so delicate..."

"...Is not!" Pedri snapped, shoving you softly again. "Anyway, the f***ing gum on my expens-"

But you interrupt, showing you really couldn't care less. "Why don't you shove me harder, huh? Weak."

His face twists. "If I did, you might fall over. Clumsy."

"Oh, yeah? Am I? Am I clumsy, or are you just too scared to hurt a woman? Well, I'm not too scared to hurt a man, and I'm also not slamming men into walls to assert my dominance!"

Pedri gapes a little, which feeds your mean-spirited ways.

You grin, and suddenly shove him away. He stumbles back, and reaches back to steady himself on the opposite wall of the hallway.

"Alright, I've f***ing had it with you!" he barks, reaching for you. But you grab his wrist, twisting it. He, with his other hand, clutches the collar of your shirt, and you raise your fist, about to hurl it at his-

Suddenly, another hand grips your wrist, mid air.

Both your's and Pedri's heads flip to the new presence and rest your eyes on the younger Gavi.

Pedri's hand slips off your collar in unison with your hand slipping off his wrist.

Gavi sighs and walks past, in the middle of the two of you, calling behind, "You two, always fighting like cats and dogs! Won't you ever leave each other be? It's starting to get out of hand, with you two wrestling in the halls, and all."

You watch awkwardly as Gavi walks away, both feeling called out at how foolish you were acting.

You sit next to Gavi, swiveling back and forth on a bar stool, in a club. You sip your drink, looking down, because of the slight headache you're starting to obtain from the flashing lights around you, when suddenly someone sits on the other side of you. You look up, seeing that it's none other than Pedri. Again. Now you sit between Gavi and Pedri, and ask obnoxiously to Pedri, "Why are you here?"

He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. "I was here all along. But I could be asking you the same thing, baby."

You snort as Gavi looks over with unimpressed raised eyebrows at Pedri.. "Baby? Your insults are getting worse and worse every day," you remark back snidely, taking the name in a completely different way than most people- including Gavi- probably would.

Who knows how Pedri meant it?

Pedri falters for just a moment, and a strange look of slight confusion and maybe... disappointment?... flashes across his face, before he blinks away the dazed look and replaces it with that stupid smirk again. "You're a stupid baby because I don't think you can handle..." He gently takes your glass from your hand, and it's so sudden, you just watch him do it. "...that."

You glare. "What the hell, Pedri?" you snap. "I'm not anywhere near drunk! Give that back!"

He lifts the quarter full glass above his head, but leans his face close to yours and mutters, just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting party music, "Make me."

You glare more fiercely and snarl, "You know full well I'm capable of beating your ass! Now give me the glass!"

His grin just grows wider, and it annoys you that, for whatever twisted reasons, he's genuinely having fun. Enjoying himself. When you tease him or play pranks on him, you guess you have some fun, but it's mostly just about going out of your way to make his life harder because he's annoying. But he's genuinely having fun right now. Anyone could see that much.

The nerve!

You grab at Pedri, trying to wrestle the drink down, but fail, and just end up stumbling into him. He laughs and very gently elbows you, saying, "Be careful, baby. You've got no prince to catch you if you fall..."

"I don't even get your jokes anymore!" You say in frustrated annoyance. You grit your teeth and double back, ready to ram yourself to his stomach, but suddenly stop yourself when two hands grip your shoulders, and a body slips in between your's and Pedri's. "Gavi!" you say in exasperation. "Stop doing that!"

"You guys stop doing this! These arguments are getting out of hand, for God's sake!"

Pedri sighs, setting your glass down, but says, "It's really none of your business, Gav-"

"It is when you constantly do this with me and every-f***ing-one else around! It becomes our business!" He sighs witha little grunt, sitting back down. You swipe your drink off the table and sit back down next to Gavi, saying, "I'm sorry, Gavi... You see, Pedri's just so stupid..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gavi rolls his eyes.

And little to either Pedri or you know, but the gears in Gavi's brain start spinning.

You sit on the bleachers, typing something up, enjoying the sunshine, when you hear footsteps. You sigh, knowing it will be Pedri approaching, but refuse to look up.

So you're surprised when Gavi says, "Hey, Y/n."

You look up and watch as Gavi sits close next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You don't think much of this, and don't mind that Gavi sits with you for a while, just chatting about whatever. He speaks softly, making the conversation personal. You respond in your regular tones, because why would you do anything different?

For weeks after this incident, Gavi keeps doing things like this, and, strangely, you've realized Pedri's been bothering you less. And you've been bothering him less.

But he keeps sending you the most venomous glances, it's almost worse than his occasional antagonizing.

Gavi's been getting kind of touchy with you, and you're not sure why, but you assume it's just because... you don't know. But you figure there must be a good, normal reason for it.

So you don't mind it. You enjoy your talks.

Today, you sit on the grass next to Gavi. You can't tell if it's just in your head, but you keep catching Pedri's eyes. And he doesn't look happy.

Well, Gavi's sitting quite close to you, so your shoulders are bumping, and has an arm around you, gently touching your lower back. You watch as Pedri starts walking towards you, and automatically a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Right then, Gavi gently slips his hand onto your thigh.

Automatically, your muscles clench, but you don't even look at Gavi.

Because you're watching Pedri.

He looks livid.

You swallow, and glance to Gavi, but as soon as you do, Pedri reaches him, knocks his hand off your thigh, doesn't even glance to you, and says directly to Gavi, "Come with me."

His tone is hard and cold.

Gavi stands up a little too casually (which seems to just feed Pedri's anger even more) and follows Pedri without a fight.

You stare, watching them go, in kind of a shock.

Once they're gone, you give it a minute or so, before standing up and immediately following. Snooping and eavesdropping are not below you. Can't hurt a girl for being curious, right? Besides, you've become pretty good at not getting caught.

You slowly walk down the stairs into the building, light on your feet, and peek behind every corner, listen through every door.

Finally you freeze when you hear voices, coming from behind a closed door. You lean against the wall slowly, intently listening, and grin softly when you can make out the sentences, before your face becomes serious again.

Gavi is saying, "...you've been the nicest person to her anyway!"

Pedri growls (which makes you swallow nervously), "But it's like you're taking her... She doesn't even like you... I saw the look on her face... Get your hands off of her, anyway... She's mine."

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Clearly he's talking about you, but what does this all mean...? Whatever it does, it certainly makes you feel a little angry, along with the utter uncertainty.

"Yeah? Why haven't you gone for it, then? Shoot your shot? You've just been being rude to her to get her attention without even showing how you really feel- I went about it in the-"

"She doesn't like you!"

"Yeah? Prove it?" Gavi says, just as fiery as Pedri himself, but it sounds a little different. You can't place your finger on what's different about Gavi's tone, though, from Pedri's...

There's a few seconds of silence, before a huff and a smaller comment from Pedri: "But I bet I like her more than you."

"Then prove it. I don't believe you."

"How the hell-"

"Whoever pulls her first."

You stare ahead, eyebrows knitted together.

And suddenly it clicks in your brain that was so opposed to believing anything even close to that, and it all makes sense.

All the stupid comments from him.

This conversation itself.

His dumb nicknames.

Has Pedri really... felt that way... all along?

Then why has he been acting like that?

There's silence between the boys, too, as you consider these things.

And, suddenly, you hear the doorknob turn, and your stomach drops to your knees. You try to swallow down a lump in your throat, looking for anywhere you can go to hide so that they don't see y-

"Y/n-!" Pedri stares at you, frozen.

Oh God. What... What is he going to do? Pick a fight, walk away? Lash out on me or Gavi? Pretend nothing happened?

He whispers, "You heard all that..."

You don't respond. And you're not sure if you could, even if you tried to, anyway.

But he does the most unlikely thing. The thing you weren't ever expecting.

Maybe someone else would. Maybe your brain just doesn't work that way.

But suddenly he pulls you to him, in a half-hug kind of thing, his muscles soft, and whispers, "I'm sorry, but... Maybe this will convince you to give me a shot..."

Suddenly, before you can react, he pulls you into a steamy kiss. You gasp, shocked, and although you don't want it to be happening, you don't want it to stop. You stare ahead, but slowly find the strength to close your eyes.

He pulls away and mutters, "Anyway, let me explain now..."

But suddenly Gavi walks by, casually, a smug look on his face, and he says, "I would have done it differently, but with someone like Y/n, you never know, Pedri... I mean it's funny you two are so immature about the way you're going about this, when I'm younger than both of you."

"You-"

Gavi glances back and interrupts, "Oh, and by the way, it was all a show. I'm not really into Y/n, and I know she's not really into me. It was just to make you jealous. You know, so maybe you'd finally admit your damn feelings and quit bothering her so much. Looks like you still haven't done it though. I've leave you two to that."

Pedri starts gaping as Gavi saunters away, and you stand just as shocked, but for more things than what Pedri's shocked about.

"For God's sake, Gavi," Pedri mutters under his breath, turning back to you. "Well, anyway," he breathes. "I've got a lot to explain... And say sorry for."

"Why were you..." you trail off.

He snorts. "I thought you'd be into that. I thought you'd like that sort of attention."

"I might've..." you chuckle nervously. "If I understood what you were doing in the moment..."

All the sudden, those glimmering brown eyes look deeper than they did before. More complex. Interesting. Beautiful.

Captivating.

Perhaps even... enchanting?

You swallow, and find yourself gripping to his shoulders tighter- which you didn't even know you were holding onto until now.

Now he mutters, but it doesn't seem mean.

You would say it was sexy, if that didn't mean you'd be calling him sexy.

"I've got a lot of work before I can call you mine..." he swallows. Usually a comment like this would disgust you.

But the way he just kissed you makes you not dread, but anticipate (just very, very, very slightly) eagerly all that work he needs to do in order to call you his.

Well, in other words, that set off butterflies in your stomach you didn't even know existed.

And now he whispers, "Sorry if it's too soon, but... Can I kiss you again?"

You grin stupidly and remark, "Only if you're not a coward."

He leans in, and his lips meet yours once again.

#pedri #pedri oneshot #pedri one shot #pedri imagine #pedri imagines #pedri fanfiction #pedri fan fic #pedri fic #pedri fan fiction #pedri fanfic #pedri x reader #pedri x female!reader #pedri x female reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez #pedro gonzalez lopez #pedro gonzález lópez #pedro gonzález #pedrito #fcb #fcbarcelona #fc barcelona #fc barca #fc barça #barcelona #barca #barça #barcelona one shot #barcelona imagine

[pastelsnowcat]

Three is a charm, two is not the same pt. 1

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1:25 ─〇───── 3:33 ⇄◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Hello everyone!! This is my first Drabble sooo I’m super excited to be posting this and some more stuff in the future <33 this will be a three part series :)

Minors, do not interact or I will chase you like a dog with rabies :) The blog is an adult space and this is also a smutty Drabble so shush shush , away with you!

Pairing: Yuki x Shoko x fem!reader

I don’t really have a clear direction with this, but it does include a lot of lesbian filth, established polyamorous AND lesbian relationship and lots of filthy kinky lesbian sex:) barely any plot!! Also filming ;)

Three part series of Yuki and Shoko with female reader and all the different ways they fuck you. First part will be centered on Yuki, second part on Shoko and then the third part- you guessed it, both of them ;)

10.34pm.

10.35pm.

10.36pm.

The minutes kept passing by, but there still wasn’t a sign of your girlfriends. Yuki was on a mission- and no one can ever really tell for how long the special grade sorcerers will be gone for when they’re sent against a special grade curse. And your other girlfriend, Shoko, is a doctor at the Jujutsu Tech. Who knows? There might have been an incident, and maybe she needed to stay there just a little longer.

But none of those potential explanations changed the fact that you were already home and that it was late. And sadly you’re just so lonely and so needy.

The moon illuminates the spacious apartment, casting a soft shadow across the couch you were sitting on and the soft moonlight enabling you to fix your gaze on the door. Silently you were waiting for it to open.

Like a wild animal- hunting, stalking, waiting for the slightest movement to pounce at your prey.

Who would be the first one to return? Shoko, or Yuki?

Sweet, loving Yuki? Strong, incredibly strong, Yuki?

Your mind starts to wander, now reminiscing and fantasizing about prior occurrences.

Your strikingly beautiful girlfriend with her long blonde hair, molten gold flowing down her back, is like a dog- loyal, affectionate, protective, strong. Strong enough to manhandle you into all of her favorite positions, her insatiable hunger ever so slowly getting its fill as Yuki would fuck you and Shoko, your pretty Shoko, for hours on end.

She also fucks like a dog.

Rutting into you from behind, her favorite clear silicone strap covered in a milky sheen of your arousal, as Yuki would pant and groan at the sight of you below her.

And she could swear that she feels the way you tighten around her silicone cock when she howls and snarls pretty things into your ear, her raw strength capable of snapping you like a twig- nothing more but a chew toy for her.

But the special grade sorcerer is aware of her immense strength and - at least potential - mass, which is why she might fuck you like an animal in heat just pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing into your dripping cunt over and over, but also the reason why she keeps talking to you in that sweet voice. Her voice, dripping with honey and trapping you between her fangs.

“Atta girl, such a good job f’me, just like tha’, good girl..” the blonde pants, her mind dizzy, foggy even with the sight of you arching your back for her, pushing your plump ass up against her crotch as she entangled her long fingers with your hair to push your pretty face against the pillow.

“Yu-Yukiii..” you whine and whimper and gasp, eyes rolling back as the clear silicone hit an extraordinarily deep spot, dragging along warm walls and the tip getting caught on your pretty hole when Yuki pulled out almost entirely.

Almost.

But Yuki never pulled out entirely, always needing to have her strap buried snugly in your cunt, slick and hot and gripping Yuki so tightly.

“Shh, I got’cha Princess..” your lover coos, her sweet voice comforting you while she’s destroying you and drilling into your pretty pussy feverishly. Fucked out of your mind, you didn’t even notice that Yuki had grabbed her phone a few minutes prior.

Yuki likes to record.

Her phone camera is pointed at the filthy, perverted view in front of her- wet cunt wrapped around her strap as it kept dis- and reappearing out of the tight hole, only the thick tip never exiting and snagging at the entrance of your cunt.

“Fuck baby, so pretty all f’me..” you can hear her groan in ecstasy, slow pumps stretching you out and making you see stars. Her large hand was wrapped around your plush, full hips, gripping them tightly and now only moving you up and down her strap as she makes sure to get a nice angle of your cunt.

“Yeah.. just like that.. so pretty, ‘m sure Shoko’s gonna enjoy that..” she mumbles to herself, not caring if you heard or not. With nimble fingers, fingers that never failed to make you cum and drip down your thighs, she sent the video to shoko with a quick message ‘look, our little whore is dripping. Enjoy ;)’

“Alright pretty, let’s make you cum, hm?” She teases with a snap of her hips and lewd smirk of her lips, dragging her favorite cock along your walls and giving your ass a playful smack.

Y’all please be nice I haven’t written in years and this is my first attempt at smut, your honor 😔 going down memory lane with shoko in the next part and then.. who knows?👀

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen yuki #ninäswrites #yuki tsukumo smut #yuki tsukumo x reader #jjk manga

[raineandsky]

#88

tw: home invasion, knife/stabbing

The superhero doesn’t get much warning that someone’s in their house. They glance into their bedroom, into the mirror propped up at the opposite end, and make eye contact with someone hiding in the shadows on the other side of the doorframe.

There’s a half-second where they both seem a little startled to see each other. Then the intruder leaps out of their hiding spot and makes a haphazard strike, their blown cover making their attack a blatant scramble.

The superhero steps back, just. A blade swings into the space they leave. They feel the waft of cold air breeze over their face, the quiet phew as it cuts the air in front of them.

“Fuck,” escapes the intruder’s lips in a breath, and the superhero has half the mind to glance at who on earth has the gall to break into their house.

A villain. No surprise there, really.

The villain makes another attempt at a stab, which the superhero deftly avoids. Thieving, maybe? The superhero ducks under a second swing, the blade sweeping over their head. But the villain wasn’t looking for anything. They were hiding. They were trying to catch the superhero unawares.

Fucking assassin.

The villain leaps for them again, finally finding their rhythm again after the surprise. The superhero dodges their blade and shoves them back. Their back bumps against the wall with a dull thump.

“Who sent you?” the superhero snaps. The villain replies with an animalistic snarl and another swipe of their knife. The superhero’s too close—the edge of the blade tears a deep crimson streak across their chest.

“None of your fuckin’ business,” the villain retorts coldly. “All you need to know is that I’m here to make sure you get what you deserve.”

Their chest burns. Their breathing is uneven. Shit. “Come on, [Villain],” the superhero says with forced nonchalance. “Humour a guy here. Who was it?”

“No one sent me,” the villain spits. “Your death is for my own gain.”

The villain leaps. The superhero’s mind is distant, thinking about the heat in their chest, and they notice entirely too late. The villain shoves them into the wall this time, the force of it bringing a bright flash of pain with it.

The superhero throws a punch. The villain sweeps out of the way like this is easy. “Your retirement will bring more joy than you could ever know,” the villain teases, already closing the space between them again. “To us, and to your own.”

Bullshit. The superhero heaves a breath that aches in their lungs. They throw a foot out in a vain kick that the villain barely even has to avoid. “You have brought that agency to its knees. The heroes won’t miss you.” A smile splits on their face, unnerving and cold in the low light. “[Hero] won’t miss you.”

The hero? The gash on the superhero’s chest is dribbling. Every breath is like lava is being poured into a crack in their heart. That doesn’t make sense. The hero loves them—everyone loves them, everyone, they do, they have to—

“Me and your little dog have gotten quite friendly recently,” the villain continues into the silence. “They tell me you’re quite the fuckin’ shitbag, [Supervillain].”

The hero. They wouldn’t. The hero, they– they love them. They wouldn’t.

“Liar,” the superhero spits like a curse.

“Yeah?” The villain brushes the knife against the superhero’s throat; a promise, a warning. “They didn’t send me, if that’s your concern. No, they asked me not to bother. I was sent by nothing but the love I feel for the person you’re destroying.”

Did the superhero not turn the heating on on their way in? It’s so cold. A hand sits numbly at their chest. One thought keeps sinking in their mind like tar —no, no, the hero loves them, of course they do, of course, they have to.

A whir of sirens pierces through the superhero like an arrow to the head. They grimace, and the villain turns to glance out the window at blurry reds and blues. 

“Shit,” they say shortly. “Shit, you fucker.” They jab their blade disturbingly close to the superhero’s face. “If you survive tonight, consider me a recurring problem. I will stab you as many times as it takes to watch your hold on [Hero] loosen.”

The superhero’s emergency call is in their hand. Did they get that out? Huh. Those sirens must be the police, then.

“I have a lot more people on my side,” the superhero rasps, but when they have the mind to look up, the villain’s already gone.

Their chest is white-hot by now. They have to sit down. Each breath is scorching, short with pain. Agony has crept into their muscles; everything aches with exhaustion.

Well, a promise for a promise. If the superhero survives this, both the hero and the villain are fucking dead.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw home invasion #tw knife #tw stabbing #friends i am going to die #i have to go to a works conference. on the WEEKEND #and ive been in a lil slump after the filming last week so its been nice gettin into the groove again a lil #shame its getting immediately obliterated again by work. rip #id live in a shack in the woods with nothing but a typewriter and this tumblr account if i could

[teagballs]

I just read your Dennis fic, and if you were going to write a part 2 would you be able to make it that Dennis doesn’t immediately tell reader he likes her? He just starts acting really weird when she’s around?

Like maybe, Dennis Charlie and Mac are insulting Dee and reader says something like “that it’s not nice” then Dennis goes, “yeah that’s seriously not nice guys.” And everyone’s just confused cause like he was saying mean stuff too.

If it’s to much trouble or if you don’t wanna write this please just ignore this 🧍🧍

"like no one else" | dennis reynolds x reader

read part one here

authors note: ur mind anon UR MIND BROOO. this prompt was amazing and i had to do it but also it took me a month cuz i was busy. OOPS. i hope i did it justice cuz i took it and ran LMAO

requests open as always!! looking to do some charlie kelly stuff, so if u have any ideas for him lmk!!

cw: fem reader, mentions of objectification of women and the D.E.N.N.I.S system ofc, lil smoochie smoo at the end but nothing nsfw, 1.4k words

Dennis stumbled out of the restaurant, abandoning his date and this old life of promiscuity behind, seemingly. He walked down the street, pulling out his phone. He entered your name into his contacts, ready to confess everything. Ready to tell you how much you mean to him. Ready to love you. But then he stopped. His finger hovered over the call button and he thought, "what am I doing?" It was the emotion of the situation that made him act with such heedlessness. He didn't even know if you felt that way about him, if you felt the same deep connection he did. For him, it was a feeling like no other. It felt like you got him in a way no one else did. With understanding and kindness too. But to you? Dennis could just be a good friend to you. And if that was the case, what was the point in risking it all? He took a deep breath, shoving his phone back in his pocket. No, he shouldn't act so incautiously.

In the following weeks, Dennis found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Every action you took, every word you spoke. He found himself obsessing over it. He tried not to come off as creepy - although that was hard, this was Dennis. His still kept his distance as usual, but now with a growing infatuation. He believed he was portraying this neutrality to you well, but this facade was challenged today.

"Y'know what guys, I'm really excited for this date tonight," Dee began to explain as she sat at the bar with Dennis, Charlie, Mac, and you.

"Oh shut up, Dee, nobody cares about your stupid date," Mac barked. Degrading her as usual.

It was water off a duck's back for dee, "You're just jealous I have a date Mac." She rhymed off before taking another swig of her beer.

"How'd you get this one to go out with you, Dee?" Charlie began in defence of Mac, "What'd you do? Steal his dog?"

"What? God no, what the fuck are you talking about?" Dee said.

Dennis didn't involve himself in verbally bullying his sister as he usually would. Usually, he would come in with the worst, most grating jabs. Instead, he silently observed how you scrolled on your phone, occasionally taking a sip of your drink, noticing how your brows furrowed ever so slightly in frustration.

"Even if you do go on this date, Dee, the only way you'll get him to stay is if you steal his phone or something!" Mac snarled.

"Yeah, you stupid bird!" Charlie said, which resulted in loud laughter from the men.

"God, would you just leave her alone, you two? Do you have nothing better to do?" You snapped at them finally. Dennis noticed your frustration and wanting to support and comfort you, he responded;

"Yeah, guys, leave her alone. You're both so sad." Dennis said in his usual 'I'm not wrong about anything ever and you're stupid for being wrong' tone.

Silence. Everyone, including you, turns to face Dennis. Did he just defend Dee? The sister he swore he hated?

"Dennis, what did you just say?" Mac asked cautiously and filled with confusion.

"I said leave Dee alone."

Dennis didn't really care all that much about Dee. Really, all her cared about was proving to you he did. He wanted to be on your side, always. To have your approval.

"Thank you, Dennis," you agreed. Dennis's heart swelled. 'God, what's wrong with me?' he thought. He had never felt this many emotions ever. Never mind for one person.

"That was weird, right? Earlier? When Dennis, like, stood up for Dee?" Charlie asked Mac.

"Oh yeah! For sure! I have no clue why he did that. I mean, just yesterday me, you, Frank, and Dennis were ragging on her for being a failed actress." Mac replied, causing laughter between the pair at the thought of this previous discussion.

"So... what changed?" Charlie puzzled.

"Everyone was there, except.. except for her." Mac hypothesised that when you were there, Dennis avoided talking poorly of Dee.

"But why? What does she change?"

Mac shrugged, "Maybe he's trying to D.E.N.N.I.S her."

"Huh. Doesn't really seem like his usual type." Charlie said.

Dennis was definitely not trying to D.E.N.N.I.S you. He made that distinctly clear in his mind. He wasn't following the steps at all, going out of his way to avoid flirtation with you, actually, to avoid raising suspicions. And the final step, 'separate entirely,' was most certainly one he didn’t want to follow. He wanted to spend forever and ever with you. Why? He didn't understand it himself. He was Dennis Reynolds, the Golden God! How come he was acting so pathetic?

You were starting to notice his weird behaviour. You had known Dennis for years. He was never this.. clingy? Not that you minded, really. You had always thought he was attractive, sure - charismatic too - but his general objectification of woman and lack of interest in a stable and long-term relationship certainly deterred you. Still, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart shatter every time he would talk about the girl he was planning to go out with next. You had grown tougher over the years of knowing him, accepting that he would never change, and he would never see you like that. This new attention from his was definitely appreciated, but strange.

This all came to head a couple of weeks into this behaviour. You and Dennis sat in the bar together on a slow Tuesday. You had been testing him slightly. You were saying things to provoke him - small things. Things that would usually lead to a disagreement or argument or him going on a long Dennis rant. But he didn't budge. He didn’t roar obscenities or call you an idiot or react negatively at all. He would just nod and smile. And then he would agree. You couldn't take it. Was it some cruel joke? To get your hopes up or make you look stupid? You didn't get the punchline.

"Alright, Dennis, what's with you lately."

Dennis freezes. He feared you had picked up on his feelings towards you. He feared this would be the end of it all, and he had ruined it, and you would leave and he would never see you again.

"What do you mean?" Dennis replied. He was lucky he was such a good liar. He played coy well. But you didn't back down.

"You've been acting weird. You just agree with everything I say, and you're hanging around me a lot and like you keep not making fun of Dee when I'm here. You're always looking at me too. Is it some sort of joke I don't get? Are you making fun of me? That's mean."

Dennis felt emotions, oh god. He located that he felt regret and frustration and guilt and guilt and guilt. 'Mean'. He wasn't trying to be mean. She thought it was some sort of joke, but no. This was how he really felt. He really wanted to spend all his time admiring you, he wanted to agree with you on everything, that's all he could think about for the past month. And for once in his life, Dennis was at sea for words.

"I... I didn't..." Dennis attempted. But he couldn't convey his words in a safe manner. In a manner that meant if you didn't feel the same way it would be okay and you could keep being friends.

"I think I'm in love with you." Dennis sighed.

"It was after that date. With that chick. What was her name? Candy? Karen? Doesn't matter." Dennis rambled. "It was then when I realised I never want to be with anyone else, if not you. I don't think anyone had ever understood me the way you have. And I just spiralled after then? I haven't stopped thinking about you." That would be a creepy comment if it wasn't something you had always wanted to hear from him.

It was your turn to be speechless. Instead of saying anything your eyes scanned his face for any indication of falsehood. Nothing. You saw and expression on Dennis's face that you had never seen before. One that could be equated to not knowing the answer. Clueless. Maybe afraid? You open your mouth to speak again but Dennis cuts you off and speaks first. Like he's trying to drown out a negative response. Like covering your ears to block out the sound of a gunshot; the damage would still be done.

Dennis looked at you, waiting for the gunshot.

"Dennis.. I feel the same way. Of course I do, oh my God." You finally say. Your voice is small and hoarse, like you have never used it before. Quickly, before anyone can say anything else, Dennis envelops you in a kiss. A kiss that isn't filled with lust, something Dennis isn't used to. His lips lean into yours in a desperate attempt to convey his gratefulness and love and devotion to you. You grip at his sides. You understand.

#x reader #iasip x reader #its always sunny in philidelphia x reader #dennis reynolds x reader #dennis reynolds #fanfic

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- An Unpleasant Encounter

This is a short that takes place back in the young gods’ teenaged years, based on a moment from the second episode of the Gods School web series. But with a much more insidious context… @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Just as a reminder:

Marc- Persephone

Mylene- Demeter

Lucien- Zelus

Enjoy!

Down in the fields around Olympus, a duo of divine siblings were picking various different crops for the feast that would take place later that night.

Marc laughed at the silly joke Mylene had just told, before he spotted some lovely Narcissus flowers growing in a grove nearby. Thinking they would be wonderful to decorate the tables, he turned to his sister.

“Hey, Sunflower, I’m gonna go pick some of those flowers in that grove to put in the centerpiece vases!”, he told her, picking up his basket and standing to leave.

“Okay, Poppy, just stay close!”, the goddess of the harvest answered with a smile, before turning back to her work.

With that, Marc made his way toward the shady grove, and began picking flowers. Gathering narcissus, wild roses, and daisies for the centerpieces, he was unaware of a pair of sharp eyes watching him…

But when he had moved fairly deep into the grove, sufficiently out of his sister’s sight, he heard a familiar voice that made his blood go cold speak to him.

“Hello, little flower.”, and Marc went rigid, turning toward the voice in a defensive stance.

“You’re not supposed to be anywhere near Olympus, Lucien. Leave now.”, he said sharply, though he couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice, much to his dismay.

“Oh, why the cold reception, my lovely little blossom. I came all this way just to see you, after all.”, Lucien said coolly, moving out of the shadows with a serpentine grin.

“No one wants you here, least of all me! Get out of here, and for the hundredth time, leave me alone!”, Marc demanded, his hand moving toward his pocket, ready to grab the dog whistle that Nathaniel had given him, which would summon Baark to his side in an instant.

But Lucien didn’t back down, only moving closer to Marc. He reached out and cupped his cheek, making the raven-haired god shudder with revulsion.

“Come now, you don’t want me to leave.”, he purred as he leaned in so his face was only an inch or so from Marc’s, “You can’t deny what’s between us, little flower…”

Marc stiffened and quickly shoved him away, fixing him with a dagger-sharp glare.

“There is nothing between us!”, he snapped, “I love Nathaniel, and only him! And I want NOTHING to do with you!”

Lucien scowled at the mention of the redhead, and grabbed Marc’s wrist in a tight grip, pulling him in close.

“Don’t mention that name. That twerp has no place ruling over an entire domain.”, the vile god snarled, “And you shouldn’t be wasting your time on him.”

“Don’t you dare insult him! Let me go!”, Marc hissed, trying to pull himself free from Lucien’s grip. He quickly thrust his other hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the dog whistle.

However, before Lucien could make any other moves, Marc sent a prayer of thanks to the Fates as he heard his sister’s footsteps approaching, as Mylene called out for him.

“Marc? Poppy? Where are you?”

Quickly, Lucien shapeshifted into a hawk and hid in a tree, just as Mylene pushed through the cover of leaves and emerged in the grove.

“Oh, there you are! Let’s go, I think I have everything I need!”, she said, holding up her basket of grains and the like, before she noticed her brother’s disheveled state, “Poppy…are you okay?”

Straightening up, he managed to give her a smile, “Y-yeah, Sunflower, I’m fine. The, uh, the pollen is just…really thick back here.”, he quickly said, adding a sneeze for good measure.

“Well, come on, let’s get you back to Olympus for some fresh air.”, Mylene said, as Marc retrieved his basket of flowers. And with that, the two siblings flew back toward the mountain peaks, with Marc sending a cold glare back to the hawk still in the grove.

A few moments later, the hawk transformed back into a young god, glaring up at the peaks of Olympus, where he was no longer welcome…not noticing the ground giving an angry rumble below him.

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#miraculous ladybug #miracolympus #greek gods au #Marc anciel #mylene haprele #lucien rebois #persephone #demeter #Zelus #harassment is not okay #no means no

[savior-of-humanity]

@hymns-across-the-stars -- continued from here!

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Atreus was no stranger to being lost in a foreign realm, with little - if any - means of getting his bearings regarding just where exactly he was. It was something he was accustomed to, really, especially given how far he had traveled and how many sights he had seen in his journeys through the Nine Realms and beyond. It usually didn't take him long to adjust to a new situation, to learn how to navigate both geography and conversations with any local peoples that lived there. But the place he found himself in now was unlike anything he had ever seen in his entire life. In every direction that the Jotunn looked and traversed, Atreus was surrounded by a sprawling labyrinth of ancient, worn metal; expertly constructed, yet weathered from wind and time. Even beneath the plant life that seemed to grow from almost every single surface of the complex, he could tell that the architecture and craftsmanship was utterly alien to him. Not to mention, given just how far the tunnels and shafts that made up its depths went, no civilization he knew of could've made such a massive complex. And yet, there was no sign of any people living here...

...well, except for the creatures that called this maze home.

Many were just as alien as the labyrinth itself, though they held similarities to other creatures Atreus had seen before; multi-colored lizards the size of dogs, roving packs of spiders, enormous armored centipedes, and too many other little things to list off. He swore he saw a glimpse of what looked like some sort of enormous bird-like creature soaring above, but given the huge towers that reached up to the heavens and obscured the sky almost totally, it disappeared just as quickly as he'd spotted it. Survival wasn't too difficult, which was largely due to the relative abundance of both safe food and drinking water; but as the sun eventually began to approach the distant horizon, he knew he'd have to find shelter for the night. There was no telling what sort of nasty critters would come out in the dark, after all - but the abrupt noise of some distant commotion snapped Atreus out of his thoughts of finding a place to hunker down. Atreus paused and listened; normally, he'd avoid it entirely as it'd usually just be a scuffle between some big lizards, but there were no snapping jaws, guttural snarls, teeth digging into skin and flesh. What he could hear insisted solely of ghastly shrieks and what he could only describe as small explosions. Logic dictated that he should ignore it and keep looking for shelter while he still had daylight - but something about it urged him to go, to look. And look he would. It'd taken him a while given how long and winding the passages of the labyrinth's underbelly were, but eventually he'd crawl out of a vent overlooking a small ledge to spot the source of the once-distant battle. There were two creatures that were of immediate interest to Atreus; one was a huge, gaunt and avian-looking creature, much like the one he had spotted a glimpse of earlier in the day. Its hostile gaze was locked upon the other individual; a small red-furred creature resembling some strange cross between a mollusk and a cat. And, based on the way they not only held their body posture but also wielded a spear, Atreus immediately guessed that the little thing was not only intelligent, but also exhausted from a previous fight. He didn't hesitate to notch an arrow into the string of his bow, draw, and then send it flying straight at the tusked face of the bird-beast. In that moment, Atreus learned two things; the first was that the skull-like face of the "bird" was not a face but rather a mask. Through a stroke of luck, the arrow had hit at just the right angle to dislodge it from the creature's true face, sending it clattering to the overgrowth below. The second was that this also happened to piss it off. Severely.

He didn't wait for its response - already he had leapt from the ledge to the ground below, landing into a roll to minimize potential injury from the impact, before he jumped back to his feet and began to run like Hel to the closest semblance of safety. Which, coincidentally, happened to be in the general direction of the red-furred spear wielder. "GO!" He had no idea if they could understand him or if they could even speak, but he hoped that at the very least, the urgency and volume of his voice would spook the creature into fleeing as well. "RUN! RUN! I HAVE ITS ATTENTION!" He knew that because he could literally hear it coming after him with those huge beating wings. All he could really do was hope that he was faster than it was.

#rp thread #son of war; atreus #threads of fate; crossover verse #hymns-across-the-stars #AUGH sorry this is. so late.... #also sorry that its long lmao i have a bad tendency of getting reaaally invested into describing scenes 😔

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Anger Management | Simon Ghost Riley x trans!m!reader

Anonymous asked: The second one that I had requested was for simon riley x pakistani!ftm reader (they are husbands) where reader and simon had an argument about something and everyone was getting done with it until someone snaps "Calm it! The pair of you!" as they were heading on a mission but when the task force comes back reader could see how some of them were shot or injured badly and his mind kept replaying Simon's and his fight until he spots simon getting his arm bandaged, with the prompt "Keep your eyes on me, don't look anywhere else"

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summary: you and Simon get into an argument right before a mission.

tws: swearing, brief mentions and depictions of injury

The Pakistan Air Force had been called in to support task force one four one with their latest mission, which had seemed easy enough and in fact, just about everybody was excited; the air force got along well with the task force, and usually, it was you and Ghost who were the most excited to work together - as husbands, you made a great couple, but as a team, you were formidable. But then, things didn’t go the way that everybody had planned, and although nobody knew what had started it in the first place, you and Ghost would not stop having a go at one another, rowing as if there was no tomorrow - the air force wanted an end to it, but they also knew that so did the task force, but neither of them knew how to make you stop. You and Ghost wouldn’t stop arguing, grumbling and growling at one another like feral dogs fighting over a bone; he had always made it a point, from the very first day that you got together, to never raise his voice at you and to never shout or scream at you unless it was something positive - even when he was more angry than he could describe, Ghost never once raised his voice at you. Never. You returned that favour, knowing that it could possibly be a trigger for him, and never once shouted at him, never raised your voice if you were upset with him - the last time you had ever shouted at him was when he was in the other room, and you were shouting to tell him that tea was ready. That was the only time you ever raised your voice around him, and even though you were royally pissed with him, you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You never raised your voices at one another if you were upset, and even now, in the middle of an argument, you still managed to keep your voices quiet.

After all, you had been together long enough that anger management around one another wasn’t even something you had to think about anymore; Ghost had been with you since before you had come out as trans, and after having knowing you so long, and being your husband for over three years now, it wasn’t exactly difficult for him and for you to be able to control your anger around one another well enough to not raise your voices. 

But it was taking a toll on the others, and when you were getting in Ghost’s face, chewing him out and snarling at him, you were violently yanked backwards by someone grabbing the collar of your shirt. You met a pair of blue eyes, and shook your head. Price.

“I’m not sure how you lot sort shit in the Pakistan Air Force,” he started, “but you ain’t doing that here.”

“He fuckin’-”

“No, he fucking-”

“Calm it! The pair of you!” Price barked, glaring between you and Ghost. “The entire fuckin’ base doesn’t need to know about your fucking martial problems, got it?”

You huffed, breaking away from him as you brushed your flight jacket off. “Fine.”

Price glared at you and Ghost again, warning you both to keep it to yourselves before he cleared his throat, and gestured for the Lieutenant to follow. “We’ve got shit to do, as have you (y/n) - you’re with me, Simon.”

Ghost nodded, glaring at you for a moment before he followed Price with a huff; you shook your head, huffing as you went over to go see your other pilots. You hardly spoke to any of them, getting a cup of coffee and staring out of the window of the office as you waited for the green light to go and fly; frowning and your brows furrowed, tense in the shoulders and refusing to unclench your jaw. The last time any of the other pilots had seen you like that was when some Americans showed up, and tried to tell you how to do your jobs - they weren’t sure they wanted to let you loose on the battlefield with your temper so close to snapping, but then again, maybe that would go in their favour anyway. A few comments from the pilots about how they were glad that you were on their side were thrown out, and although you usually would have laughed, you couldn’t find it in yourself; you were just so fucking angry with your husband, and although he knew it, it didn’t help that he was angry, too. 

At some point during the day, you had fallen asleep whilst sat in the Squadron Leader’s chair, as you had woken up to find your feet on the desk, a blanket chucked over you, and a note written by one of the new pilots - Horstmayer - about how they had decided to go out for dinner, as they didn’t want to wake you up and disturb you, signed by all of the pilots and the Squadron Leader himself. It made you smile as you stretched and yawned, folding up the blanket and leaving it on the chair before you made your way outside; the shouts for medics caught your attention first, and when you saw Price, you immediately ran up to him. 

“What the fuck happened?”

“Ambush,” Price huffed, shaking his head. “We’re all alive… a little worse for wear, but alive.”

"Where's Simon?”

“Medics took him that way,” he pointed in the direction. 

You didn’t even hang around to talk, running off where he had pointed and quickly looking from left to right, desperately looking for that skull mask as your heart began to race; all that was in your mind were the venomous and vile things you and Ghost had said to one another, the fight on repeat like a bad song and making you wince. You didn’t want to fight anymore, and the further you got, the worse the wounded seemed to be, and your stomach dropped when you saw Ghost. You practically shoved the doctor out of the way, kneeling between Ghost’s legs and holding his hands in yours, hardly able to look away from the bandage around his arm.

“Oh, Si,” you whimpered. “Si, what happened?”

Ghost tugged at your hands, pulling you up so that you were standing as he shook his head. “Don’t worry, just keep your eyes on me, don’t look anywhere else.”

“I’m so sorry I was so angry earlier,” you whispered, voice faltering. “I’m so sorry, Simon, I’m so sorry.”

Ghost shook his head again, gently tugging at your hands to let you know that he wasn’t going to let go, he wasn’t going to go anywhere. “I’m sorry, too… it’s both yours and my fault… we might as well call it even.”

“I’m sorry,” you let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around his neck as you clung onto him, eyes filled with tears as you swallowed thickly. “I’m so, so, so, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he murmured, bringing his good hand up to gently pat your back. “I got you, mera sanam.”

“I’m so-”

“If the next word out of your mouth is sorry, I’m going to put a teabag in your coffee,” Ghost playfully threatened, and when he heard you laugh quietly, he finally relaxed. “I take it you’re not angry anymore.”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly as you clung onto him a little tighter. “Not anymore, no… are you?”

“No,” Ghost admitted. “No, I’m not angry anymore.”

“Kiss and make up?” You asked, voice murmured by his shoulder. 

Nodding, he gently pushed you away, forcing you to look into his eyes for a moment. “Let the doctor fix me, and then we’ll kiss and make up… and I’ll take you out for tea, yeah?”

You nodded, daring to crack a smile. “I love you, Si.”

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Alright this might be early but I’m curious so part 2 of that aledolfo fic?? Oneshot?? You did please🧍‍♂️

I got a lot of asks for this one which concerns me a little since I promise it's not going to be that great but here! This is a part 2 to this!

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It'd been almost a year, exactly, since Rodolfo had gone missing. Alejandro thought about Rodolfo every minute of every fucking day. He knew the cartel had to have something to do with it.

There was no way they didn't. Rodolfo just went missing out of nowhere and hadn't been heard from since. That was exactly the cartel's MO.

Alejandro was in hell without his best friend. He wanted him back so so desperately and he was willing to do whatever to make that happen. He had gotten adjusted to the idea of only getting a body back but... God, he would be devastated if that happened.

Sometimes, at night, he'd imagine he could hear Rodolfo's voice in his ear. "I forgive you..."

He'd been drinking for an entire night and he heard, "you promised to stop, why can't you stop?"

Alejandro wished his mind wouldn't torture him so much. Rodolfo was missing, that was bad enough. Why did his mind have to taunt him by imagining Rodolfo's voice every night?

Once, he swore he woke up to Rodolfo laying next to him bed. He looked so real, so... there. But, Alejandro had closed his eyes again and he was gone. He'd imagined it.

Alejandro was not doing well.

When he figured out that Valeria was El Sin Nombre, it only cemented the idea that she'd taken Rodolfo more. Rodolfo didn't trust her but it would have been significantly easier for her to lure him out to take him than anyone else.

So when they got the opportunity to put her in the chair, he didn't hesitated. "Where is Rudy?" He growled, low and threatening.

Valeria seemed almost taken back before laughing. "So he really is missing... I'll be honest, cabron, we though you finally snapped and killed him."

Alejandro backed up, surprised and hurt from the idea. "Snapped and killed him?"

"How do you two know each other?" Graves asked. He was some American sent to track down this terrorist and missiles they were looking for.

Alejandro rolled his eyes. "Know is a strong word." He muttered, glaring her down.

"Strong words are important, no? All we have is our word." Valeria laughed, but Alejandro could see concern in her eyes. He hated that it was there. She had taken Rodolfo, why was she looking at him with concern?

"You sonovubitch! I'll fucking kill you-" Alejandro lunged forward, snarling at her. How dare she give him those eyes when she had taken away the only thing that kept him going every day?! "Where is he?!" He was yanked by Ghost and Soap, two british military officers also looking for the terrorist and the missiles.

"Alejandro! Calm down!" Soap exclaimed as he caught Alejandro.

Alejandro shook them both off and glared at Valeria. Valeria was not laughing. She looked... even more concerned. "Tell them. Tell them how we met."

"I don't take orders anymore." Valeria's face changed to amusement. She'd always been so good at switching like that. Alejandro had never been able to tell what was fake. "Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me."

Alejandro rolled his eyes. "She's ex-military. We served together. Same unit, different squads."

"My squad was clean cut." Valeria gestured and shrugged. "You- You two were part the wild ones. Los Vaqueros."

"Two?" Soap spoke up, glancing to Alejandro, who glanced back to meet his eye. He saw confusion there.

Bitch. She was playing games with him. "Rodolfo Parra. He was my second in command until a year ago when he suddenly went missing. Right around the time cartel violence stepped up." Alejandro turned to her. How dare she bring him up. "He knew you. He didn't trust you but you lured him so easy, didn't you??"

"You can't get your head out of your ass for five minutes, can you?! We didn't take him." Valeria shook her head, now glaring back. "With how you've torn through us, I wouldn't make the mistake of killing him."

"Then where is he?!"

"We don't fucking know, Alejandro!" Valeria exclaimed. Graves pulled her back in the chair and she shook off his hand.

"So, you, Rodolfo, and Valeria served together." Soap confirmed and both Alejandro and Valeria nodded, glaring at each other. "Valeria took Rodolfo."

"Yes-"

"No!" Valeria shook her head. "Senores, he has torn through my cartel this last year. I wish I had known who he was looking for. I would have fucking helped. It's well known in the cartels that there's one man you don't touch."

"Alejandro Vargas." Graves nodded, chuckling. "I've heard what they say about him."

"No." Valeria snorted, crossing her legs. "Rodolfo Parra. You touch Alejandro Vargas, you make sure to put a bullet between his eyes, sure. No man is unkillable. But... you touch Rodolfo Parra... you put a bullet between Alejandro Vargas's eyes first. Rodolfo is scary in his own right but... he's not... like Alejandro. Well, was scary, I suppose."

"Who else would have taken him, Valeria?" Alejandro didn't believe her at all. She could use flowery language to convince everyone else, but he knew her. If she suspected for a moment that killing Rodolfo would weaken Alejandro, she'd do it.

Valeria furrowed her brows. "Well, maybe the other cartels aren't as smart as me. Roba, for one."

Alejandro heard Ghost shift behind him, frowning. "He would not be so stupid."

"You should see what he does." Valeria snorted and leaned back again, sighing.

"We're not here to recover your second in command, Vargas. If it's alright with you, can we get back to the topic at hand?" Graves' voice was gentle, it was clear he wasn't trying to offend Alejandro.

Alejandro waved his hand, since Valeria had made it clear she wasn't going to tell the truth. He'd make her tell the truth, later.

-

Alejandro ran a hand over his face as he walked into his room. They planned to take a night before heading out to find Hassan. He was exhausted, so he didn't have any arguments with this.

The fact that Valeria had so willingly agreed to work with them was a shock to him. She hadn't even made any demands. Later, when Alejandro had went in to question her again, she'd pleaded her case.

"Alejandro. Rodolfo would be my greatest bargaining card. I could get you to do whatever I want, right now, just so you could get him back. Hell, it's crossing my mind to lie and say I do have him just to get you to stop ripping my cartel to shreds. But... I'm not. Why?"

"Because you like to torment me."

"No. Rodolfo was my friend, too. I will admit that I have ordered him to be grabbed a few times to distract you, but even you have to admit that I made sure he wasn't fucking touched the entire time."

"If you didn't take him, who did then? Someone had to."

"Maybe he left."

"Rodolfo wouldn't leave like that. He- regardless of our relationship, Rodolfo never knew how to leave quietly."

"Find your terrorist. Find your missiles. When you're done, I will personally help you find him."

"Why? Why would you help me find him?"

"So you stop destroying my cartel. You are a base level threat when you're with your other half. Without him? God save Las Almas."

Alejandro was left with more questions and he didn't like that. He wanted answers, not questions. But... admittedly, she'd convinced him. He didn't think she'd taken him.

But who did?

Alejandro started to peel off his gear, glancing around his room. God, he was exhausted. He hoped they would find Hassan quickly. Then they would all leave and he could hopefully go back to finding his best friend.

Alejandro turned on the light, finally, jerking back when he saw Rodolfo sitting in the corner. "Ru-" no, his mind had to be playing tricks on him again.

Rodolfo smiled at him and Alejandro knew it was a trick, then. Rodolfo didn't smile. He thought he did, but no one else could see it. Rodolfo had had so many years of schooling his expressions into perfect indifference that he'd never been able to just give expressions back without a lot of effort.

Alejandro took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Rudy would be gone when he opened them again. He knew that. He always was.

Alejandro slowly opened them but... Rodolfo was still there. "Rudy?" He asked, carefully.

"Why would you do that??" Rodolfo asked, now frowning deeply.

Alejandro frowned. "Do what?? Close my eyes??" He didn't trust this at all. No way was Rodolfo gone for a year and he was now back in the corner of his room. Maybe he hadn't blinked it away, but he... knew Rodolfo was not actually in his room. His mind had to be tormenting him further.

"Goodnight, Alejandro." Rodolfo got up and went to the bed. His movement... was all wrong. Rodolfo was fluid with his movements. He was doing it to compensate for being clumsy, but... this thing moved choppier. It's gait swayed back and forth, well more wobbled.

"You're not Rodolfo."

Rodolfo stopped and turned to Alejandro, slowly. His face contorted into a terrible smile. A horrible, wide smile. Alejandro's heart stopped at the sight of it. His eyes widened and he was tilting his head to the side. "Alejandro, you're scaring me..." It's voice sounded so frightened, so hurt.

Alejandro's heart pounded and he backed up to the door, his hand feeling for the gun he kept by it. "What are you?"

"Alejandro wouldn't say that. Alejandro doesn't love me. You got it wrong."

Alejandro stopped and stared at it. "What?"

Rodolfo's face melted into one Alejandro had seen before. His eyes filled with tears and he looked at Alejandro with such pain. It was so convincing. Alejandro would have believed it was him in a heart beat. "Alejandro wouldn't say that. Alejandro doesn't love me. You got it wrong."

Alejandro's heart broke. "Do you... mimic?"

The smile returned and it laughed. This was not Rodolfo's laugh at all. It was wirey, high pitched. Like a scratching record, almost. It's head swung back as it laughed. It was taunting him. "Please, Alejandro." It said, when it was done.

Alejandro backed up more, reaching for his gun. Fortunately, he didn't have to do much, because Soap was suddenly bursting into his quarters. In a blink, the thing was gone.

"Your radio was going ballistic! It was practically screaming!" Soap explained. "What the fuck was going on??"

Alejandro stared at the space where Rodolfo had been. Had his mind gone that far to play tricks on him? Or had something that could perfectly mimic Rodolfo been in his room? "I don't- did you hear words from my radio?"

Soap frowned, clearly confused. "No. None at all. You were just talking to something that was... screeching. It's why I came to check on you."

"Are you superstitious, hermano?" Alejandro turned to Soap. No, there had definitely been something in his room. Whatever it was, he was almost positive it had taken Rodolfo.

Soap stared at him for a moment. He must have been able to see it in Alejandro's eyes. Because a moment later, his face grew solemn. "I am."

"What do you know about things that can mimic?"

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Part 3?? I hope this wasn’t a super disappointing part 2

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #phillip graves #horror #mimesis au

[versegm]

You didn't think you'd see the gardens of Avalon ever again.

Though, you didn't think you'd see Avalon ever, period, because only the innocent may pass and you have long crossed that bridge. But you were wrong the first time, and it seems like you are wrong once more, waking up in a field of blooming flowers. 

This is a dream, of course. Which doesn't make it any less real, mind you (you have a hard time telling dreams and reality apart these days) but that also means that you can jump on your feet way faster than you would have when awake. Having no joint pain carrying over will do that to a man.

"Alright," you wonder out loud, "where I am?"

Surprisingly, you don't see Merlin's tower. You don't see much of anything at all, really. Flowers, flowers, a little cottage, and oh, wouldn't you guess it! More flowers.

That cottage is intriguing though, so you head that way. The closer you get, the odder it looks. It has been painted with bright colors, mirroring the flower field around it. The painter was obviously very passionate... and very unskilled. Though, to their defense, painting on walls made of literal swords slot into one another cannot be easy.

You knock, twice. At the absence of response, you open the door and walk in. Similarly, the interior was clearly decorated by someone who wanted it to be cute, but had nothing but swords to work with. There's a wardrobe (made of swords,) a kitchen table (also swords,) a bed (with, thank god, a regular mattress) and-

someone rests on that bed. They turn to look at you as you step in. Half-awake, disheveled, it takes you a second to recognize that they have your face.

"Hello!" You greet them with a smile. It's not your first time meeting another one of you. You might as well be polite. "Sorry for barging in, I-"

The figure jumps on all four, bares their teeth, and launches themself at you.

You flinch back, more by reflex than intent, barely dodging the snap of their jaws. You hurriedly step back, heartrate quickening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're three steps away from the door. If you throw a gandr at them, it might buy you some time-

The person tries to bite you again, snarling- only to be abruptly stopped mid-jump.

They have a collar. They have a collar, wrapped tight around their neck. They have a collar, and a leash, a thick chain keeping them tied to the bed.

They snarl at you, growl and spit like an animal, not a single word coming out of their mouth. They flail their arms wildly, trying to claw at you with long nails.

They don't reach you. A firm hand closes around your collar, and jerks you away from their reach.

"Ritsuka," speaks a soft voice, "I told you. If you want to bite, bite this."

The person who pulled you away from the mad dog extends an arm forward. Your other self wastes no time; they grab that arm, pulls it forward, and sink their teeth in the flesh. The person doesn't so much as flinch.

Instead, she turns to look at you, and smiles. "Hello to you too, Ritsuka." Says Artoria Avalon. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

You don't know what to say. You don't know how to even begin to process this. 

While you stand dumbstruck, Artoria steps forward. Your other self moves to bite her closer to the elbow. Her pale skin is littered in red teeth mark, you notice. This isn't the first time happened.

"It's okay," she says, calm as ever, as she wraps her other arm around the stranger wearing your face. "It's okay, Ritsuka. It's just me."

Her words must stir something inside of them, because they let go of her arm. There is a small, pitiful whine, and then they start licking at the bite mark.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it." She raises a hand to pet their hair. "It doesn't hurt that much anyways. Your jaws aren't that strong, Ritsuka."

You swallow hard. "What... what happened to them?"

Artoria doesn't even turn to look at you. "Wouldn't you know best?"

You do. Of course you do. If you have learned anything from this baseball game, it's this: for every one of your success, there is a version of you who fails. This one- this is the one who chose to forget the horrors they've seen. "This is the one who chose to be an animal."

That gets Artoria to looks at you, glaring with all her might. "Don't speak of them like that. Don't speak of yourself like that." A slight pause. And then, in a calmer tone: "They're human. You're human. They just... forgot about that, for now."

"Do you think they can remember?"

"They recognize me, don't they?" And surely, they must; why else would they press themself against Artoria so? Why else would they try to soothe the bites they gave? "I found them wandering between timelines, hurt and alone. They are no longer hurt. I won't let them be alone. I will help them be human again. They will be okay. I will make sure of it."

"Do you even know what that means, to be human?" She's a fairy, and a sword, and a star so bright you want to hold her in your palms even as she burns your skin away. Doesn't she have enough of a burden to carry? Why saddle herself with you?

"I know you, if nothing else. And what are you, if not a human?"

You are unsure of many things. You don't believe that you are innocent. You don't believe that you are sane. You don't believe that you are a good person at all, really.

But human. That, yes. That, you're certain you are.

"Thank you," you tell her, on the behalf of the you who has yet to remember how to speak. "Sorry for the bites. They must hurt."

"I told you. It's alright. I don't mind." She smiles, at you, at them, at Ritsuka Fujimaru. "I am your sword. I will never let you be alone. I will never let any of you be alone, Ritsuka."

#my writing #fate

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[gently knocks your door down]

domini!!! may i ask for [ HAIR ] and [ BEHIND ] from the 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. and [ DEFEND ] and [ PULL ] from sexual tension prompts. for sam and darlin???

ZOZO!!!! Your asks often lead to some of my favorite things. <3 I ended up doing this as a bonus scene in Scars That Remind! I hope you don't mind! It's during that phase where Darlin and Sam are pretending to date but already head over heels. <3 <3 <3 Hope you enjoy it! <3 <3 <3

Sam/Darlin

tags: idiots in love, flirting, vampire harassment, some violence

Scars That Remind: Bonus Scene

Darlin got to the blood club and knew almost instantly that Sam wasn’t there yet. They could spot him easily and though they liked to joke that it was because he stuck out in a crowd that fetishized lace, silk, and velvet, it wasn’t true.

Darlin could have spotted Sam in a crowd of cowboys. They tried not to think about way, or that little pang of disappointment when he wasn’t there yet.

They made their way to the bar, sliding in between a couple making out and a group. The bartender was down at the other end, so Darlin waited. It wasn’t like they were in hurry. When Sam go there, they’d talk and pretend to be a couple. They’d lean close and dance and kiss. Darlin knew they were enjoying this game more than they should be. They cared less and less about getting Quinn’s attention.

A hand slid up their back and Darlin tensed, knowing instantly that it wasn’t Sam. It moved all the way to the back of their neck, splaying fingers across their scarred neck.

Darlin swatted the hand away and turned to glare at the vamp. They’d never seen him before and weren’t sure if that was a relief or a reason to worry. Most of the biters they had met, knew Quinn and to stay away. Most had been watching them with Sam like they were lighting dynamite. And the ones that knew Darlin outside of Quinn, had known them for a fighter, for getting into scraps, breaking up brawls, and for being David Shaw’s sibling.

The vampire grinned, flashing those fangs like Darlin might like them…or fear them? Either way, he was going to be disappointed. “You’re an interesting one,” he said, gaze sliding to their neck again. “I can’t tell if one vampire really really wants to mark you as their own… or if you just get around.”

Great. At the blood club for a whole minute before getting into a fight…

“So, which is it?”

“Which answer will make you go away?”

He laughed and stepped closer, one boot nudging Darlin’s to wedge his thigh between theirs, pressing right up into their space. “Neither. I don’t mind if you’re a slut for teeth,” he cooed, like he was being tender, his hand on their hip. “And I’m not scared if someone made a claim…”

You should be, Darlin thought, only they weren’t thinking about Quinn. That realization startled them, freezing them up in a way this biter interpreted as fear. Sam was only pretending to date them. He definitely hadn’t claimed them in any way. The dating wasn’t even real. It was just for show.

The hand on their side squeezed, fingers bruising in against their ribs. “Let’s get out of here, dog.”

Darlin blinked at the idiot, still leaning back against the bar. “Are you trying to trance me, dipshit?”

He snarled, squeezing harder, straining a rib in a clear threat now. He clearly didn’t know how casually Darlin had broken those ribs in the past. They were about to shift, right there, and give him a face full of real teeth, when he let go. His whole body was jerked back and they had a front row seat to watch the complete surprise of it ripple across his features.

Sam had grabbed him back the hair and hoisted him back, kicking his leg hard enough to snap bone and put him on his knees with a wail of surprise. The other vampires jumped back, hesitating over how to react. Sam looked straight at Darlin. “I’m sorry I’m late. Give me another minute?”

Darlin blinked surprise but nodded, heat slowly climbing their face along with a smile.

Sam tipped his head to them before turning and dragging the offending biter through the bar. Someone grabbed the door and held it for him at the back.

“Everything okay?” the bartender ask, drawing Darlin’s attention.

They shrugged and ordered two beers.

They’d just taken their first sip when Sam came back. He stood behind them, a breath between Darlin’s back and his chest, when he reached around them to snag the other bottle. “You okay?” he asked, voice low like they could tell him the truth if they weren’t.

Darlin turned around in that small space, leaning back against the bar and finding that they liked having Sam up in their space just fine. “Yeah. You saved me from getting banned from this club.”

He frowned at that but took a sip of his beer. His eyes searched them, like he was looking for signs of physical damage.

Darlin laughed. “You’re really worried? I’m fine, doc.”

Sam nodded slowly. He reached out toward them, never using that vampire speed when he was about to touch, always giving them plenty of time to bring it to a stop. He tucked strands of their hair carefully behind their ear. “Maybe we should meet up someplace else next time and come in together.”

Darlin snorted, putting their beer down. “Are you serious? Oh, Sammy… You would have lost money if you’d bet on that vampire to win against me.” It wasn’t hubris. It was experience.

Sam put his beer down with theirs. “I would never bet against you.” To their surprise, he reached down and slowly lifted their shirt up their side, looking down at the red marks that would become bruises from where the biter had been gripping them. He frowned. “I’m sorry I was late, Darlin,” he said again. His bare hand settled over their side, over that same spot, only he wasn’t squeezing or trying to hurt them. A soft wave of magic against their skin and that low ache was gone, bruises averted.

Darlin grinned. “You spoil me,” they said, knowing well that others were listening and watching them.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked.

They knew he meant bailing on pretending to date. He was giving them an out. Darlin’s grin grew. “Sammy! You have to dance with me before you take me home,” they reminded.

His expression softened, his hand slowly sliding down their bare side, letting their shirt fall back into place. “Anything you want,” he said, and their heart fluttered. They hoped he didn’t catch it over the crowd and the music. They pushed off the bar and started toward the dance floor, the vampire at their side, his arm easily around their waist to keep them against him, guiding them both through the crowd.

#sam/darlin #scars that remind #bonus scene #prompt fic #redactedverse #<3 #vampire harassment #vampire violence #dominimoonbeam #fanfic

[sentience-if]

What is the smallest thing you've written/coded that only a very specific subsection of players would even see? In a similar vein, what's a line/scene you wrote that you really liked but eventually had to scrap/redo?

there's not a lot so far, since I'm still setting up all those funny little rabbit holes. however, if you somehow manage to max out one of the two main stats in one direction or another, you'll get unique passages and lines. I can't imagine a lot of people will ever see those bits, since you'd have to make every single aligning choice, and even I'm not always sure which way a choice goes

as for scrapping things, I wrote this whole bit about Io finding a rabid dog that won't make it into the game bc it doesn't really belong anywhere. i'll put it below. cw: animal death

You've only heard Val shout for the Blessed Guard once before, and it was because of a dog.

You spotted it one evening wandering the streets at dusk, a mass of bedraggled wet fur huddled into a corner. It was lethargic and shaking, and you thought it was injured, or maybe even just upset. It reminded you of a demon, the way its head swung back and forth thoughtlessly. Had someone kicked it? Was it starving? So you approached and knelt down, and found yourself captivated by its strange, yellowed eyes. It was sick, //definitely sick//, but you could help it, you were certain. So you reached for the prickle of Magic in the back of your mind, prepared to flush the disease and pain from the dog's body-

Until Val snatched you back with a barely-contained scream.

You were annoyed more than you were confused. Val hated Magic, but would $vthey really begrudge a sick dog? It was clearly miserable, its legs trembling like toothpicks in an earthquake. It's not like it would cost you anything. And you didn't think Val was afraid of dogs; you'd seen $vthem ruffle the belly of more than one dopey shop hound.

Then the dog lolled its head like its neck was made of rubber, and Val shoved you up the street so hard you nearly lost your footing. The animal's jaw fell open, revealing two rows of filthy, rotten teeth and frothing saliva that dripped from its gums to the cobblestones.

The world went muffled, for a moment; it eyed you with those bile-colored pupils and you were wholly transfixed. It was grinning at you, though with malice or satisfaction you couldn't be certain. Vaguely you registered Val shouting for help, but time seemed slow, until the dog jerked back suddenly and violently, a crossbow bolt buried in its hind quarters.

Your stuffy trance snapped in time to see a gush of water land at the dog's feet. It leapt back, cowering and snarling as if it'd been burned. There were two members of the Blessed Guard beside you, one wielding a now-empty wooden bucket, the other reloading her crossbow.

You screamed, you think, though it might have been the dog- a last defiant shriek as the Guard took aim and fired at its heart. She didn't miss this time, and the animal dropped dead with a sickening crunch.

Later, Val explained it to you, with a word that felt strange and tacky in your mouth when you tried to repeat it. //Rabies//. $vThey begged you not to approach an animal like that again, and squeezed your hand tighter and tighter until you looked $vthem in the eyes and promised profusely enough to satisfy. You're not even entirely sure what you promised $vthem, looking back, but you still dream of those dull yellow eyes, staring up at you like they've won the last laugh.

#sentience if #ask #io

[dalliansss]

THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME

That's my secret, [name]. I'm always angry. (Curufin/Everybody)

THE GREATEST MOVIE QUOTES OF ALL TIME

Curufinwë Atarinkë squints when, as he walks around the private gardens by the King's Palace in Nargothrond, he finds the said King's silk slippers abandoned on the grass, by the roots of an apple tree thereat. He lifts his silver eyes and this is what he finds: a pretty foot dangling, decorated by two platinum anklets, one in bangle-style and unadorned, the other wrought with fine chains from which small cut sapphires hung at every five-link intervals. The pretty foot makes way for a strong and shapely leg, then the fabric of a Telerin-style skirt -- and Curufin finds himself looking up at his cousin, Finrod Felagund, sitting by a branch of an apple tree.

"What are you doing?" Curufin demands. "Are you not supposed to be cooped up with your lords for the morning, in council?" But Finrod laughs away the query and shakes his dangling foot. "Why do you not join me up here, Curufinwë?" He asks. He plucks a ripe apple, so easily within reach, and bites into it.

Curufin scowls. He looks around, finds nobody else in that part of the gardens, and so he climbs up the apple tree as well and sits beside Finrod. He makes himself comfortable. His cousin beams at him, happy at being so indulged, and plucks a fresh apple to offer him. Curufin accepts the fruit.

"You have not answered my question. Why are you here instead of council?" Curufin asks. "You are sounding like Orodreth, ai!" Finrod lets out a bright peal of laughter. "I, Curufinwë, am avoiding my responsibilities on this fine day -- and so here I am, eating an apple, enjoying my apple tree, and sitting with you."

Now that makes Curufin stare. Was Ingoldo being serious? Were they actually having this conversation? What sort of King--?

But then Orodreth draws nigh, calling for FInrod: "Uncle? Uncle! Where are you, Uncle?!"

With a giggle, Finrod immediately climbs higher up by the apple tree, very clearly hiding. Curufin scowls as Orodreth draws near the apple tree, having found Finrod's abandoned slippers.

"Uncle? Uncle!"

He scowls. Angrod's son this elf might be but something about how Orodreth always looks like a wounded animal irks Curufin to no end. Also how soft-spoken he is-- like a mere rustling sound would be enough to startle him and send him running. Edhellos, may the Light rest her, had definitely spoiled her son. Hmph.

"Have your eyes gone to the dogs?" Curufin snaps from his perch. "I am not Ingoldo. He is not here. Now leave me to my peace and silence. Begone!"

Orodreth squints and scowls up at him. He picks up Finrod's slippers, and wordlessly continues searching. Finrod, of course, had muttered a quick enchantment that camouflaged him against the apple tree's leaves and so he remained undetected even by Orodreth's elven gaze.

When his nephew's voice has faded back to the direction of the palace, Finrod carefully descends back down and resumes his seat beside Curufin. Dressed in the Telerin fashion, of course he is wearing a skirt only and some necklaces and three earrings on each earlobe. And he had two rings on each finger and five bangles on each wrist. Curufin eyes him askance.

Finrod now looks at him. For a moment they regard each other: both certainly still worn and gaunt from the troubles of the all-too-recent Dagor Bragollach, and to Curufin's gaze, Finrod certainly lost weight and had gotten thinner. A touch of grief lingered still, all too poignant, in those summer blue eyes.

"You always fend people off this way, Curufinwë?" Finrod asks, smiling. "With anger? With a scowl and a snarl? Mmmm?"

"That's my secret, Finrod. I'm always angry," Curufin replies with a snort.

"That is too bad," Finrod chirps. "You're a lovely elf, you should smile more." This followed by a kiss to the cheek that almost sends Curufin's fëa flying out of his hröa. The dark-haired elf is too stunned to react, and before he knows it, Finrod has jumped from their perch in a jingle of jewelry, and lands effortlessly on his feet on the grass below.

In a swish of cloth, Finrod flounces away, taking his radiant self, and Curufin is left still sitting by the apple tree's branch, mind too scrambled for proper functionality.

@antares0606

#silmarillion #my drabs #curufinrod #curufin #finrod #curufinwe atarinke #finrod felagund #findarato #crown of thorns

[blackjackkent]

Nice.

This was one of the more intense "boss" battles that we've had so far; Malus had a LOT of health and he and his little nurse friends hit HARD. Hector and Karlach both have less than 50hp left between them.

But it's done. He won't hurt any more Selunites (or anyone else for that matter).

The game does not actually give us the chance to give Shadowheart a "what the fuck" for trying to agree with any of what Malus was saying, but that's never stopped me before. If the game will not provide me with conflict, I will write my own. Drabble time!

Hector is soaked in blood when the battle finishes. Some of it is his. More of it is Malus's. It is spread an inch deep on the filthy floor of the surgery.

He hardly seems to notice. He simply stares down at the unmoving body of the "surgeon" with an expression of cold fury on his face.

"Lie there, you blasphemous dog," he mutters hoarsely. "And be damned to you."

"Soldier?" Karlach lays a hand gently on his shoulder. "Hector...you all right? Breathe."

He shakes off her grip. At any other time, both of them gravitate towards those moments of touch - it's still so new, so extraordinary that it is even possible - but he does not want her comfort in this moment. He is too lost in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through him. And on some level, deep down, he hates the loss of control that Malus drove him to. He hates Karlach seeing him in this moment of undisciplined rage.

"The man on the table?" he asks.

Karlach shakes her head. "Dead."

"Better that way," Shadowheart puts in. Her voice is troubled. "There wasn't much left of him."

Something in Hector seems to stir again at the sound of her voice, and he wheels around abruptly and - to the surprise of all of them, not least himself - he lunges at her. Quarterstaff forgotten, one of his fists erupts in a wild swing at her face, which would connect except that Karlach catches his arm and yanks him backwards.

"Whoa! Soldier, wait--" she snaps, wrestling him into an embrace that binds his arms as he struggles in her grip, trying to lash out at Shadowheart, who has not moved a muscle as he came at her.

"You-- how DARE you--" he snarls. "I have walked with you down many dark corridors, Shadowheart, but this-- you look at this--" He manages to shake off Karlach's hold and gestures at the sea of blood around them. "You look at this and see a 'stinging truth'? Have you truly gone so far into the abyss? Are you insane?"

Now she does flinch, and her eyes flick away from him towards the floor. "I am not mad," she says hollowly. "Do not mock me for daring to believe what I have been taught. You do the same, every day of your life."

Again his fist flies forward - again Karlach catches it and drags him backwards, this time assisted by Gale, who grabs hold of Hector's collar, an unreleased Hold Person spell glowing in the palm of his free hand.

"Will you calm down?" the wizard hisses. "Our situation is dire enough without us turning upon each other like a pack of wild hyenas in a feeding frenzy!"

"She-- she--" Hector sputters. The energy is starting to fade out of him but he isn't ready to let go of it yet. While he is angry, while he is lost in it, he does not have to face everything that still lies ahead. "She claims that this is what she has been taught! Is that what you mean, Shadowheart? You mean to claim this as your field of honor?" He kicks a boot into the pooled blood, sending it splashing around them. "Is this brutal surgery what you were taught? What you feel is right? Will I wake up to your knife at my eye one night, ready to teach me the meaning of absence?"

There is a long, strained silence. Shadowheart does not look at him; her eyes are fixed on the ripple of blood next to his boot toe. "No," she finally mutters, and the pain with which she says it is visceral. It goes to his heart, in spite of all his anger.

He sags in Karlach's arms, his eyes closing for a moment. Gale's grip on his collar loosens; the pale pink light of the held spell fades away.

"No to which question?" Hector asks, his tone softer now, something like his usual voice but thick with exhaustion. "No, you will not stab me in my sleep? No, it is not what you were taught? Or no...you do not feel it is right?"

Shadowheart does not elaborate, merely turns away and walks up the stairs out of the theater. They all watch her go, and then Karlach hoists Hector up and fully onto his feet with a grunt.

"Gods, Soldier," she says. "Remind me never t' get on your bad side, eh? Never seen you like that..."

"You've never implied to me that you enjoy watching a ritual torture," Hector says gruffly.

She shrugs. "Mm. Well. Think you might be going a little hard on her. 'f you really think she actually thought this was all a good idea, and wasn't just parroting lines, you definitely weren't paying attention."

That's likely true enough; he was far too deep in anger to notice exactly how Shadowheart said what she said. "I just..." He trails off, pauses, then rubs a hand down his face. "I just couldn't, Karlach. I couldn't stand it anymore..."

"I know, love," she says softly. "We're all owed a breaking point, now 'n again. Just...keep it pointed forward, yeah? We're still in this together. That hasn't changed."

He draws a slow breath, lets it out. As the adrenaline fades, he starts to become aware of the myriad of deep gashes Malus's scalpels left in his body. A particularly deep cut across his side is still bleeding freely, soaking into his robes. Karlach, too, is in a terrible state, with a cut over one eye and a chunk of the metal in her chest exposed where the surgeon's bonesaw ripped into her.

"We should get cleaned up," he says quietly.

"Aye. No argument here." Karlach glances at Gale, who - of the entire party - is the only one who emerged from the battle without a scratch. "Starting to think you've got the right of it, y'know," she quips dryly. "Standing in the backline, shootin' fireballs and all. Wish I'd thought 'a that when I took up soldierin'."

Gale smiles faintly. "I think we both know you'd grow terribly bored with such a sterile, clinical existence."

"Yeah, well, I think at this point we could all use a little boredom."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #bg3 drabble #tav bg3 #shadowheart #karlach #pretty pleased with this one tbh

[special-wolf]

Tail Wags || Bakugou Katsuki

[Female Reader]

{Halloween AU}

The door hinges creaking from the classroom door opening made his ear twitch, the irritable ash blond turning his head to the door to see who walked in. He didn't usually care, but his favourite person wasn't here yet.

His ears perked up slightly as his eyes did the same once they locked onto the form of his favourite person. "Hey, Bakugou!" He gave a nod,

"Hey, [Surname]." He mumbled, trying to seem like he didn't care but the sweeping of the desk behind him caught his attention. His damn tail was moving. He tried his best to stop it, not wanting dust from Deku's disgusting desk on his groomed fur.

​​​​​​He glanced up as he heard the small coo from [Name], his ears slowly flattening against his head as he tried to hide his tail's movements. "How cute..." His ear flicked, a tick mark making it's way to his forehead but he didn't get a chance to yell. "... Can... Can I pet your tail...?"

"... Eh...?" He blinked once, twice, thrice. "Huh?" He soon snapped out of it as her hand reached for his tail, his hand instantly made contact with her own which caused a slapping sound. "Don't touch it!" He barked, pulling his tail away and out from the hole in the chair. He sat on his chest sideways, his right facing Deku and his front facing the classroom door.

"What about your ears...?"

They flicked at the mention, causing him to put his hands over them as his tail began to wag again. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Stop prying, dammit! Do you know what consent is?!"

"Yeah... That's why I asked you..."

"Well... Don't!" He huffed, letting go of his ears as his tail kept moving. "This damned thing!" He snarled, trying to stop his tail from outing his feeling. "Having a mind of its own! It's fucking annoying!" He used to have a good handle on keeping his emotions in check, but recently his canine instincts were overpowering his own sense of self; especially around his favourite person, [Name].

"Okay... I'll... Leave you to it."

His heart dropped, his head snapping towards the footsteps that were leaving as a small whimper lept from his throat. "... Don't... Leave me..." [Name] looked back, [Eye Colour] clashing with vermilion that were full of so much emotion nobody would've thought Bakugou could have.

Bakugou watched his favourite person step closer to him, his eyes following the change of height. "I'm not leaving you fully, Bakugou." He relaxed. "But I have to go to my seat before Aizawa-Sensei gets here." He watched the hand that lifted, his ears slowly flattening as he could feel the body heat over them. Finally, his eyes closed as he felt the soft skin against his fuzzy, well-kept ears.

He leaned into the hand, melting at the small scratches behind his ear as his tail wagged freely. He could get used to this, he loved it. But, it ended too soon and a low growl crawled from his throat. "I didn't tell you to stop..." His eyes slowly opened and he saw some of the class' reactions. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"

And the soft laugh from [Name] started up his tail again.

​​​​​-

The moment Aizawa dismissed the class, Bakugou and his dog-like self swiftly made his way towards his favourite person. He stopped at the correct desk, his eyes staring at the wood as he waited patiently. "Uh... Bakugou?"

"Hm?" He looked at [Name], disregarding his tail swiping against the desk behind him as it swayed cheerfully at the mention of his name.

​​​​​​"... Is there something you need?"

"Lunch." He blinked, waiting for a response.

"... Then go...?"

"Not without you." He huffed, his ears pressed against his head as he looked away. "Don't think you're special or anything. I just want to get away from the losers."

"Uh-huh... So... Why'd the big, bad Bakugou Katsuki choose me to help get away from the 'losers'?"

The desk scratching continued, but at a louder and faster rate as his tail picked up speed. "... Shut up. I just wanted to." He didn't meet [Name]'s eyes, swallowing the nerves building up in his throat as he shifted to his other foot. "Hurry up, i want food."

"You can go without me."

His tail stopped instantly, his ears against his head more but in an upset way. "... No..."

"Okay..." The suspicious tone made him look over his shoulder, just watching as equipment was placed into the bag. "Let's go then."

"Good." He tried his best to sound disinterested, but his damn tail was giving him away again. The moment [Name] went for the bag, Bakugou was quicker and threw the strap over his shoulder and walked out.

"H-hey!" He heard footsteps following him, making his lips curl enough to show his sharp canines and gums. But it dropped. Why'd he do that? Whenever anyone asked him to hold their bag for just a second, he'd tell them to hold it themselves. So why'd he...? "Why'd you take my bag?"

"Because I... Need to get some calories burnt since you made me wait so long!"

"But you're walking too?"

"They would've burnt quicker if I didn't have to wait!"

"I didn't tell you to wait!"

"Well, you didn't tell me to not wait!"

"... What?!" The two bickered all the way to the cafeteria, Bakugou's tail hitting students left and right as it went insane with speed. "Okay, let me get this straight." [Name] began as the two calmed down, both standing in the lunch line. "... You're mad at me for not telling you to fuck off?"

"... Yes."

"... How does that make sense?"

"... It just does!" He scoffed, his ears back as he refused to make eye contact. The irritated pup huffed, moving along the line as students were given their food. Once Bakugou and [Name] got their meals, the two made their way towards a table. They sat next to each other, Bakugou constantly looking over at [Name]'s hand with a longing look.

God, he could kill for a belly rub right now.

Wait.

He let out a growl, shaking his head at himself. He's heard of werewolves say their mates had given them belly rubs before, it had been all he heard from his mother, from everyone in those stupid werewolf groups for toddlers he was always forced to go to. He'd never wanted one before, he didn't see the point. So why was he wanting one now? "Bakugou?"

"... I want a belly rub." He muttered, "... I don't know why."

The small exhale from [Name]'s nose made him recoil, was that a no? Was that a laugh? "Okay." His ear twitched, did he... Hear that right? "Tonight, yeah? I'm sure you don't want people to see you puppified here, huh?"

"... I don't act like a damn puppy, you mutt."

"You can't use that on me, Bakugou."

"... Katsuki." He slowly looked at his favourite person.

"Hm? Are you sure? Isn't that super intimate?"

"Shut up," he snarled, "I do what I want, so I'll tell you what to call me if I so damn please."

"Jeez, fine, calm down, Katsuki."

He almost fell out of the booth from how aggressive his tail was wagging.

-

He made his way to his dorm angrily, wanting to get away from the teasing BakuSquad whilst he could. "Katsuki." He paused, turning to the direction of the voice and his anger slowly started to leave as he saw his favourite person. "Is everything alright?" [Name] moved towards him, a hand reached out for his ears but he moved away. "Oh, damn... You must be really pissed, huh? What happened?"

"Nothing." He grumbled, "they're just all being mutts in there, leave me alone."

"... Okay... Just come to my room when you've calmed down, okay?"

His tail shifted slightly, but he nodded. "Okay." He listened to the leaving footsteps before he followed behind, his heart longing for comfort rather than being alone. He walked into the dorm quickly, making himself home on the bed as he watched [Name].

"... Are you still wanting that belly rub?" His tail wagged a couple times from the suggestion before he laid on his side, his stomach vulnerable towards the wall. [Name] sat next to him, a hand over his hip to his stomach. His body relaxed, his eyes slowly closing as he felt the calming circular motion on his stomach. It wasn't too hard, nor too soft for him. He can see why so many werewolves spoke about it.

His tail brushed against [Name]'s thigh a lot as it wagged, the teen curling up around his favourite person's hand as a small smile began to form. His breathing changed slightly, forcing him to open his mouth and his pants were heard. He was practically like one of the domesticated dogs he hated so much. He wriggled slightly, now on his back as [Name] rubbed his stomach with another hand to add to the pure joy Bakugou was feeling.

Boy, he really loved his mate.

#special.writes #unfortunately #god this is embarrassing #and cringe #who was i back then #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #mha katsuki #katsuki x reader #omega bakugou #omega bakugo #omegaverse