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cocobirde · 4 months

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | JOHN DORY

request. @Striped_Scheme on wattpad Requesting a JD x Reader where they've been dating since BroZone days but he kinda just left her with no goodbye and tries to reconcile and convince them to come help and save Floyd lol ("Technically we never really broke up"☝🤓) word count. 2.2k warnings. the word fuck lol. timeline. pre-trolls trilogy, pre-trolls band together. song. baby it's cold outside with some slight alterations (tell me he wouldnt. i DAREEE you.) a/n. honestly. idea was good, but my writing was not it so apologies but love u... thanks for reading lolz... probably rushed... (i do that alot in my writing how to not rush help me) no doubt ooc characters, characters will always be ooc.

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"He's gone? What do you mean gone?"

Floyd could sense your distress. Panicked voice squeaking and your eyes darting all over the small backstage area for your boyfriend, on how exactly he could've left without you catching him.

You were in front of the stage, courtesy of being the partner of a band member, which was amazing but also granted limited viewing if they went too far back. From what you did see, the expressions were a solemn mixture of embarrassment, anger, disappointment.

You barely paid attention to the fans, who were also attempting to go in the same direction as you. Getting caught up in them took a whole lot of convincing the security.

But still, you were just at the door, and you heard him through it. Where had he gone? Was he okay? He fell from a very tall place in front of a crowd of fans, which was probably more damaging to him compared to actually getting injured—but not for you.

You watched him stumble backstage, stumble.

Baby Branch hid behind Floyd, wrapping the little leaf-sewn vest around his body, looking from his older brother to you, worried.

Where's the rest of the band?

"He just left. Everyone did. The band's..." Floyd paused, sighing, "BroZone's over."

You stood confused, your brows furrowing at his words. Over? How could they be over? This was just the start of their world tour. The band couldn't just break up over one failure.

"Over?"

They weren't that fragile, were they?

You loved all the brothers; they were like your own family, but your worries were set on only one of them for the time being.

"Did J at least say where he was going?"

Floyd nodded his head but remained unsure of what your thoughts would be on his answer. He glanced down at baby Branch, who was huddled around his leg.

"He was upset, really upset," he explained. "Said he was going to go hiking to the Neverglades... alone."

The change in your face told him everything, and he was quick to extend his hands in front of him. "But John Dory always says crazy things like that, and he never goes through with them. I'm sure he probably just went up to The Point."

That did seem like a logical explanation, and it was. Floyd may not have been the oldest, but he always had reason and logic behind his smart words.

"You're right." You were still stressed, no doubt, but that calmed your fears down. "Are you guys gonna be okay?"

Floyd spared another guilty glance at Branch and nodded, offering a soft smile and urging you to go look for your lover.

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The troll tree was huge, and even with its large size, it was hard to find any area that wasn't already occupied. Trolls made sure to take advantage of all their space; it was their home, and they made the most of it.

But even with every taken, there was one place that was free from everyone else.

A special spot reserved for you and your lover.

The Point.

Little knew about the spot, and those who did ensured it remained private.

Hidden in the leaves was a branch sticking out high enough to conceal the ugly Bergen town that surrounded them and gave them access to the beautiful night sky.

You and John Dory liked to go there a lot. Whether it be dates or to blow off steam (not like that for the weirdos), if he'd go anywhere after an accident like today, he'd go there.

He was very athletic and made a show of it whenever you'd go together, carrying you up. Bridal style or pulling you up with his strong locks—the point was, you had trouble going up on your own.

It took a while—a hard struggle—but it'd be worth it to see your boy up there and cheer him up.

They couldn't just break up; they just needed their leader to see that.

"John Dory?"

You called upon reaching the top, pushing the heavy leaves out of your way, careful not to slip off the branch.

"Baby, are you here?" Your voice was soft; you didn't want to alarm him. He could be really sensitive sometimes.

That thought brought a faint smile to your face. A smile fell upon the realization that he wasn't up here. If not up here, where could he have gone?

Home?

Knowing JD, you doubted it. If this was as serious as Floyd had put it, as serious as he looked, he wouldn't have just gone home.

And so your search ensued.

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You spent days looking for him. Not a spot in the tree was untouched or unsearched by you. Somehow, the troll had just disappeared. No signs. No letters. No goodbyes.

He left you alone to suffer. Wondering where he'd gone, if he was okay, and if you guys were okay.

It was a coincidence, truly.

How on the day you reminisce when he left you without even a word explaining his sudden disappearance all those years ago was the same day you'd find John Dory on your doorstep.

"Come on, baby, could you let me in?"

"Baby?" you scoffed, remaining with your back slammed against the door in exasperation. "You lost the right to call me that a very long time ago."

One moment you were having a nice day, reading a nice book by your fireplace, enjoying the pitter-patter of rain outside, and the thunder struck, shaking you in the best way possible.

And the next...

"It's cooold..."

He whined, banging on the door desperately.

You couldn't bear to look at him; the second you already spent doing so when you opened the door was enough. He had a face that you'd never forget.

How'd he even find you?

"Go. Away." you growled.

"But it's cold outside."

You clenched your jaw, glaring at the door handle as he shook it. JD used little effort to push at the door; by the weight of it, he could tell you were against it. Not that it mattered.

He was strong; he could easily open it if he wanted to.

"You simply must go."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

If John Dory thinks a little singing is enough to serenade you, he is more of an idiot than you are already aware he is. You weren't a teenager helplessly in love with a silly musician from next door, you were grown.

Mature.

His tricks weren't going to work on you.

"The answer is no."

"But baby, it's cold outside."

He put more pressure, pushing, and you cursed for the lack of a lock on your door.

Trolls don't do locks! They don't have anything to worry about!

Except ex-boyfriend's trying to come in and ruin your life all over again.

"The welcome has been-."

"You should feel so lucky I dropped in."

You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping with your words, "So nice and warm."

He pushed the door, slipping a leg in to stop it from shutting completely, peeking a crack. You groaned and peered through it at him.

Sharp glares were directed at him, and gosh, if only looks could kill, he would've dropped dead right now.

He looked stupid.

Stupid puppy eyes with his stupid goggles and a stupid pout on his stupid face. He was soaked from head to toe, the rain falling on him more and more every second he stood outside.

My, did he look pathetic?

BANG!

He shrieked, desperation on his face and voice, jumping at the loud crash of thunder, lighting up the dark sky.

He turned back to you, singing rapidly.

"Look out the window at that storm!"

"Ugh, okay! Come in!"

His face lit up, the door swinging open, and he rushed in, soaking your carpet with rain as you shut the door behind him, slamming it hard enough that the whole house shook with force.

He glanced at you in surprise, getting a glare in return.

JD opened his mouth to speak, obviously nothing nice with the smug look on his face, and you were quick to shut him down.

"Don't."

He clamped his mouth shut, smirking and holding his hands up in defense. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Stay."

You urged with a pointed finger, walking off to your bathroom in search of a towel.

"Yes, your majesty."

You hated him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't cruel. He might've been, but you weren't. Any troll would do the same as you; offer him some refuge from the storm outside.

Returning with a towel, you didn't bother passing it to him, tossing it and smacking him right in the face.

Maybe you were a little cruel.

He reacted with a huff, taking it and wrapping it around himself, not bothering to dry himself like ordered, but more like a shelter from the cold.

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend after all these years?"

John Dory tutted, shaking his head in disappointment as he took a single step in your direction.

"Boyfriend?" you scoffed.

"I mean, technically, we never broke up."

Oh, you wanted to punch his little ugly face so bad.

"You disappearing without saying anything was us "technically" breaking up." You did air quotations with another roll of your eyes, speaking before he did, exasperated.

"Why are you even here, John Dory?"

He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what exactly to say. What could he say? He knew it was stupid of him to even come in the first place. He knew you'd be angry, upset, but not like this.

You didn't look the slightest bit happy to see him.

His smugness dropped along with his shoulders, and he took a breath.

"I need your help."

He looked dead serious. So serious.

You shook your head, your lips curling up in disbelief. "You need my help. Right." your arms crossed, "You leave, disappear off to who knows where, say nothing, suddenly come back after 20 years, and you decide you want my help?"

A short and dry laugh left you.

John Dory really was unbelievable.

"I knew you wouldn't want to see me..."

"I don't want to see you." You cut him off with a grimace, ready to say more-

He had that same desperate look.

Honestly, it brought you back. It brought you back to all those years ago, when both of you were young.

John Dory was always a terrible boyfriend, cocky and arrogant, bossy, too busy with BroZone to give you the time you needed. It hurt you. You loved him so much, and he didn't seem to always reciprocate those feelings. And each time you guys would argue and break up, he would be the first to return with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Leave me alone, John. You can't just come back and expect me to accept you. That's not how life works! If you wanna be in a relationship, you have to commit-..."

"Can you please just listen?"

He stared at you with a small pout, furrowed brows, eyes pleading into yours for you to give him a second chance. His stupid, loving eyes knew exactly how you worked. How exactly to work you.

The only difference right now was that he came empty-handed.

Nevertheless, it effectively shut you up.

"I fucked up all those years ago, I know. I fucked up leaving you. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've said goodbye, apologized, invited you to come with me- I should've done something!" He ranted, "But I didn't. And I just left..."

John Dory expected you to say something. One of your snarky remarks and cut him off, tell him he's wrong or right, and degrade him on what a terrible person he is because he is well aware of it.

But he's trying.

"Baby, you of all trolls know how terrible I am at apologies," he sighed.

And you didn't bother to correct him on your name; looking at him up and down, eyes still narrowed. You were still angry, you'd probably be angry for a very long time, but for the moment... you'd put it aside.

"What do you need help with?"

His face lit up, beaming at you at your acceptance, not denying him completely, not shunning the troll out, and kicking him back into the rain. You were hearing him out.

You noticed the look and huffed, "Just because I'm asking does not mean I'm going to say yes."

"Floyd's been kidnapped."

Your expression softened, and your mouth fell open in a quiet gasp.

"Kidnapped?"

"I got a letter from him saying he got kidnapped by popstars Velvet and Veneer." He went on and explained the story about how he went to see him and help him escape, only to fail: "-The only way to free him is by singing the perfect family harmony."

You loved Floyd to this day. It'd been years since you'd last talked to him, heard of him at all, but the same amount of affection you felt for the troll remained.

"I need to get the band back together. And... I really can't do it on my own. I'm not sure if they want to see me any more than you did-."

You cut him off a lot.

"I'll help," he grinned. "But not for you. For Floyd. Don't think I've forgiven you yet."

"Yet?"

"Shut up."

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jakeysbuttsheeks · 7 months

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Everything

18+ minors DNI

Word count : 1k

Warnings: adult content, unprotected sex , oral sex , fingering , tobacco use , fluff , friends to lovers , soft Jake .

Parings : Jake X fem reader

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that" Jake said as you showed him the texts your ex was sending you . He seemed weirdly serious and irritated.

"when is he ever going to stop?" You groan as you read the 10 text in a row your ex sent you .

"He won't because you keep shutting your mouth" jake snapped , and honestly you were surprised at the anger on his tone . He's usually very friendly and never gets angry at you .

He was your best friend. The both of you had the connection of muisc and so many other things you could never have with anyone else . He helped you break up with your uptight ex a week ago . But wasn't happy that you and your ex were going to stay friends.

"I can't just block him Jake" you reasoned .

"Don't block him then ! At least tell him to stop begging for you back every 5 seconds!" Jake said his voice raised .

"I did!" You yell back in frustration.

"You're supposed to support me not yell at me for everything I do Jake! This is hard for me!" You yell , but not showing any anger .

"Don't expect me to support you when you won't take any of my advice" Jake said , he wasn't even looking at you , his eyes on the tv . But you could tell he wasn't interested in the show at all . He just didn't want to look at you .

"Are you mad at me?" You ask , hurt by what he just said . He was genuinely pissed .

"Why would I be ? You're free to do whatever you want. Just don't come and ask me for advice and then not take it and come crying to me again" he said harshly , still not looking at you .

"So you're tired of me then" you tried your best to contain your tears . Jake had never spoken to you like this before . Ever. Even in arguments he could never really be mean or rude to you .

He finally looked at you with hints of sympathy in his eyes when he noticed how soft your tone had gone .

"No- i-" jake sighed heavily before speaking again .

"Fine. Im mad" jake looked away again , this time because he was embarrassed.

"You waste so much time on that asshole when he doesn't deserve you y|n . Why can't you just see you deserve better and block him ? Do you think he cares that he hurt you ?" Jake asks , his voice sounding agitated.

"And tonight was supposed to be movie night but here you are talking about him again . I could never have treated you how he did and you're still choosing him over me" his eyes swelled up with tears as he looked at you dead in the eye.

"Jake-" you couldn't form out a sentence. Jake was the sweetest to you .

"I'm sorry I didn't-" you barely whisper when you realise you've been treating him like shit .

"Yeah whatever" jake stood off the couch and went outside. You called out after him but you figured he needed to be away from you for a while .

You sat on the couch for 10 minutes until you decided to go out to him , finding him on the patio , leaning on the wooden railing with a cigarette in his hand , looking out into the night .

"Jake?" You call , wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek at his back . He was quiet, neither did he move .

"I'm sorry I treated you like you don't matter. I just I was so caught up with wanting to be treated right by that asshole that I forgot I already have you." You say . And you felt him ease into your embrace

"I won't ever do that to you again . I'll listen to the advice you give me. And I'm not gonna settle on any guy that doesn't treat me how you treat me .And I'll-" you were cut off by Jake ripping your arms off around him . You looked at him in confusion as he avoided eye contact.

"I need to go" jake spoke as he walked past you , his voice sounded like he had a throat full of fire .

"What-? Jake! But I'm sorry!" You yelled as you began to cry , watching him head back inside you grab his things.

"Can you at least talk to me Jake I'm sorry" you walk in after him to stop him from grabbing his things .

"What's wrong with you!? Fine I'll block him!" You say , grabbing his shoulder to turned him to face you . You heard a loud thunder before it started to rain .

"Forget it y|n" he walked past you to the door.

"I said I'll block him and I said I'm sorry what more do you want!?" You yell as he ignored you off the porch and headed to his car , the rain getting heavier.

"Jake!" You grabbed his arm before he could open his car door , both of you getting wet with the rain .

"What is this about?! Why are you so pissed?!" you said as you held his arm tight .

"Because y|n!" He yelled and snapped his arm out of your grip before looking right at you again .

You stood there getting drenched, waiting for him to continue his sentence as the tears kept streaming down your face .

His gaze softed , his eyes took a single glance at your lips . You couldn't read him in that moment. Usually you and Jake didn't even need to talk to communicate , you could just look at him and you'll know. But now it felt like you were looking at a stranger. Like it wasn't the Jake you knew at all .

You were lost in thought when Jake grabbed the small of your back and pressed his lips against yours. He was nervous but it was like he wanted to do this for a very long time . You couldn't process your bestfriend was kissing you .

Just as your eyes closed to melt into the kiss he pulled back , looking at you with panicked eyes.

The rain got heavier, you couldn't even keep your eyes open as you stared back at him . You'd never seen him so nervous.

"Jake i-" you barely whisper. But you couldn't finish your sentence. His brown scared eyes , pink lips and the outline of his chiseled face seemed extra evident.

In that moment, you felt a rush of overwhelm . how you felt about Jake changed in a fraction of seconds .

You couldn't imagine ever loosing him . He was one of the only people that truely knew you . What he meant to you was more than you realised . You felt like you could do anything for him .

You raised yourself on your toes and threw your arms around him , your lips catching his like they were made for him . He was your other half and you loved him more than you thought.

His arms wrapped around your waist extremely tightly as he kissed you back , he was slightly shocked , overwhelm pulsating through the both of you .

You could taste the rain on his lips as you sucked on his bottom lip , opening your mouth for him to slip his tongue in .

He turned and pushed your back against his car , grabbing the back of your thighs and lifting you up against the car door so he could kiss you with all he had .

The kiss was pure adoration and emotion , it was everything he had pent up . All what he felt , that he couldn't say with words .

You pulled on his soaking dreads as his tongue rubbed against yours with a mixture of saliva and rain water .

You broke the kiss to catch your breath but he didn't want to stop kissing you . His lips immediately attached to your neck , kissing you passionately as you breathed to catch your breath , stretching your neck for him to have more place .

Your eyes rolled back unexpectedly as you let out a soft gasp when he licked and sucked a certain spot under you ear . He kissed you like breathing didn't even matter to him .

He leaned you off the car . with your legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you into the house , tripping almost thrice as he walked up to the door and kicked it open , never breaking the kiss .

The sudden change of environment made you feel different. The both of you were wet and cold .

he staggered up to your bedroom, walking up to the side side of your bed . You dropped your legs from around his waist and knelt on the edge of the bed as he continued to kiss you .

You moved back on the bed , still on your knees as you pulled him into the bed with you . He crawled on the bed on his knees just as you were , still desperate to continue the kiss despite all the movement.

He kissed you down flat on the bed , till you were lying on your back with him Stradling you .

He went back to kissing your neck , this time more gentle than last time , like he was caressing you with his lips .

You could feel his heart thrumming rapidly , And his hand that cupped your cheeks was trembling .

"Jake-" you whisper as you propped yourself on your elbows, making him break away and look at you with the same nervous brown eyes.

You took his hand that cupped your cheek and held it out , you eyes widened as you watched his hand shaking. It wasn't that cold for him to be shivering.

"Hey it's just me" you coo in concern , interlocking your fingers with him , realising he was nervous and panicking, your other hand tucking his damp hair behind his ear.

"You mean everything to me y|n" he spoke , pressing his lips on the back of your hand that held his , his eyes never leaving yours .

His voice was calm and confident but his body language and eyes said otherwise.

"You're everything to me too, Jake" you say pulling him into a hug .

You straddled him and switched to kissing his neck , you could feel him breathing heavily as he massaged his fingers into your scalp .

His eyes rolled back and he let out soft high pitched hums and groans as you sucked on his neck

You sat up slightly to pull his tshirt over his head . He sat up too , helping you before throwing his shirt off the bed . You were now straddling his lap .

You lunged back to pepper kisses down his neck and to his collarbone . You caressed his sides and ran your fingers over his stomach and chest as you left marks all over him , His head tilting back , exposing his neck .

You finally stopped and looked at him , his eyebrows pinched together, his face flushed and red , his eyes half closed , his hands holding your waist tightly.

You kissed his deprived pink lips that seemed to be longing for your kiss.

You could feel him hard under you . You slipped your hand between the two of you while kissing him and palmed his bluge .

His mouth opened agape as you continued kissing him , letting out muffled whimpers into your mouth .

You broke the kiss and crawled down to his stomach as he lay back , propping himself on his elbows , watching you nervously as you undid his damp jeans .

He lifted his hips as you pulled his jeans with his jocks down his thighs , letting his cock spring up to his stomach .

You immediately grabbed his base and looked up at him as you closed in to his crotch . He was breathy rapidly, his eyebrows furrowed tight in desperation.

"ah fuckk" his head dropped back and his face scrunched up for a second as you licked the underpart of his tip , pressing your flattened out tongue against it .

His whole body was tensed and his hands grabbed your hair messily to ground himself.

You ran you tongue between his shaft and licked up the back of his cock from the base , watching him whine and whince .

You finally wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked your cheeks in as you went down further on his length.

"fuck- oh shit" Jake whimpered as you went deep enough to gag on his cock , you started bobbing your head once your throat adjusted to his size , making him start to moan out sinful sounds.

You loved the sounds he was making, you could feel your panties soaking. You squeezed your legs together in hopes of some friction.

"stop!" He whined almost pushing you off him, making you immediately stop .

"what's wrong?" You ask in worry as you looked up at him . His legs slightly trembling as you slowly pumped his base .

"I don't wanna cum just yet" he sat up again and pulled you up to his face with the grip he had on your hair , meeting his lips with yours in a messy kiss before turning you over to lie on your back .

He tugged his jeans down his leg and threw them away before he crawled down to your stomach and lifted you tshirt up slightly, planting open mouth kisses around your waist .

You took your wet top off and watched his eyes go black and wide as he stared at your breasts while you unclipped your bra .

"shit" he muttered to himself placing kissing up your stomach going up between your breasts, his hands cupping them as he gently rubbed his thumbs over the nipples , making you whine .

"so pretty" Jake murmured as he sucked on your breast making you arch into his face , holding his head and pulling on his almost-dry locks .

You felt his hand cup your clothed heat making you thrust up for some friction , letting out a desperate sigh .

He smiled slyly at how desperate you were as he crawled back down to give you want you wanted .

He took your shorts off and you desperately helped him . He threw your clothes off the bed leaving the both of you fully naked.

His eyes fixed at the wetness between your legs as he made himself comfortable between them , wrapping his arms around your thighs and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

He kissed you folds before stuffing his face between them and lapping at them , sucking at your nervous bundle and moving his tongue in circles . You were screaming his name and thrusting up into his face , pulling his hair and closing your legs on him .

"Fuck! Jacob-!" You gasped when he slipped his finger into your hole , curling it up at your gspot perfectly.

He nibbled on your clit slightly making you almost loose it as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Fuck don't stop Jake! Right there!" You yell in desperation. Feeling a tight knot in your stomach as you came to the edge of your relief.

You screamed louder as if you were in pain when he slipped two of his fingers inside you , stretching you out carefully before scissoring them side you and curling up at your gspot . Switching between the movements in a steady pace while working his tongue on your clit .

You let out a couple more cusses and moans before you squirt on his fingers, he lapped you up and licked his fingers , kissing your folds and riding out your orgasm as you spasmed under him .

"fuck where did you learn that?" You ask in breathlessly . In all the years you knew Jake , you never knew he was this good at sex . All this time you'd been wanting someone to treat you right when you had jake right under your nose .

Jake shrugged with a proud smile , coming back to your face to kiss you . A hint of his smile still lingering on his mouth as you tasted yourself off his lips .

"I need you y|n" Jake mumbled , grinding his boner against your thighs as he kissed you .

"fuck me Jacob" you whimper in his mouth . You could only imagine Jake satisfying the painful ache you were feeling. Sex with other guys was different. It was like you were putting on a show for eachother.

But it Jake it was different, it was so intense and intimate. You needed him , you needed to know how he could make you feel , you needed to know the face he made as he fucked the shit out of you and the sounds he made when he came undone .

He sat up slightly, desperately spreading your legs over his shoulders for him . You watched as he aligned his tip to your entrance, glancing up at you for a second before rubbing his cock through your sensitive wet folds.

His hips thrusting into your folds as he watched you squirm , coating his cock with your arousal. He was panting and sweating, his hands still shaking slightly with overwhelm , his eyes staring at where your bodies met .

"please" you breathe out , not being able to take it anymore. He looked up at you , his gaze making your limbs weak .

He pulled back and aligned himself with your hole , pushing himself right in with one hard thrust , making you scream and arch up .

He grabbed your waist to hold you in place as he began slamming hard Into you . You dug your heels into his ribcage , the position he had you had his cock hitting just the right places.

"jake- don't stop! Fuck!" You scream , pulling on the bedsheets or whatever was in your reach.

Jake had his mouth hanging open , letting out high rapid pants , his eyes rolling back as he tried to keep eye contact with you.

He let go of your waist, wrapping his arms around you instead, his face burying into your chest as he thrusted harder .

You were screaming his name as you lost all feeling in your legs and the desperation in your core vibrated through you. The sound of his wet skin slapping against yours and the sinful sounds that came out your mouths was all that could be heard.

"fuck- fuck! Y|n I'm so close!" Jake whined , his pace slowed but his thrusts still strong. You could feel him pulsating inside you and it made you shudder .

You couldn't speak to tell him you were almost there too , all that left your mouth was sinful wails of pleasure.

"please- y|nnn" Jake whined you could feel he was using everything in him to hold back his release for you .

Just like that you felt your orgasm shoot over you , spasming and screaming out Jake's name as you came . Jake groaned loudly as he came with you, his liquids seeping down your thighs as he slowly rode out his high.

The both of you were out of breath , eyes half lidded and covered in sweat as he pulled out of you.

"do you wanna date me?" You spit out, still gasping for breath .

He immediately looked at you like a dog hearing their favourite word .

"do you?" He asked , like having sex with him 3 seconds ago wasn't an obvious answer.

You nodded confidently with smile creeping up your face , tucking his hair behind his ears .

Jake let out a sound which sounded like a cry of relief as he charged into your embrace

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thenadnerb02 · 3 months

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Inside Out Emotions Theory

I just spent some time at Disneyland, and after riding the Emotional Whirlwind I started thinking about Inside Out and its upcoming sequel.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Inside Out 2 will involve Riley suddenly gaining new emotions now that she’s a teenager: Anxiety, Embarrassment, Envy, and Ennui.

Now, I know I’m not the first one to point this out, but these new emotions don’t exactly sound like they’d be fully distinct from the main 5, do they?

Let’s start by looking at the dictionary definitions of these new emotions:

There's some overlap, isn't there?

The way I see it:

Envy involves Anger and Disgust

Fear is inextricably baked into Embarrassment

Anxiety has shades of Fear, Sadness, and (from my personal experience) a little bit of Disgust in a self-deprecating way

Ennui may involve Sadness as well as Disgust at life, but it’s a bit different than the other three (I’ll get to that later)

Anyway, I think I may have mentally stumbled upon what could potentially be the big reveal of Inside Out 2 – the five main emotions directly, albeit unknowingly, influence the actions of the four new ones.

We can even see this demonstrated in the teaser! All five of them are freaked out, so naturally Anxiety is running at peak performance. At a different time, she might not be as anxiety-ridden as she is here.

Therefore, these new emotions have all previously existed on some level, they’re just physically manifesting for the first time.

Embarrassment is the most prominent one — that’s experienced by people of all ages and Riley is no exception. It’s explicitly shown when she interacts with her parents…

Additionally, the emotions react to her introducing herself in school as if it’s an embarrassing moment, and Fear’s tiny outburst beforehand really seems like an anxiety attack.

Riley definitely shows envy when Meg tells her she’s been replaced on the hockey team back in Minnesota, with the exact combo I mentioned earlier (Anger & Disgust) contributing to that reaction.

And as for ennui, that honestly just became her default state when Joy, Sadness, the core memories were gone.

Really, the multicolored memories were just the first step toward these multifaceted emotions manifesting. And who’s to say these four will be the only ones? Joy and Sadness could theoretically combine into Ambivalence, or Anger and Fear into Stress, etc.

And for a movie that already raises in-universe questions on whether or not free will fully exists, it would add a whole new layer of existential dread if some of the emotions themselves aren't fully in control of themselves either.

(Is now a good time to mention how the emotions themselves experience emotions too? Joy’s utter despair in the Memory Dump is the most blatant example but there are some other, more subtle ones, like Fear displaying disgust while on Dream Duty.

But honestly, digging into the emotions’ emotions is opening up a can of worms I’m not ready for right now, so I’ll just end that "train of thought" here.)

Of course, I could be completely wrong about all of this, and after June 14 this post will look like Charlie Kelly came up with it.

But regardless of whether I’m right or not, one thing I can guarantee is that this influx of negative(ish) emotions will single Joy out from the rest even more…

At least until Riley gets a few years older and Joy finds herself influencing a new emotion…

(Please share this post and comment on it. I really wanna know what everyone thinks!)

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Safe & Sound | j.m. | 2

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: She’s Frank’s niece; age gap (she’s 32); flashback

Author’s Note: Joel Miller is actually a big ass softie but he won’t let anyone know

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3

Ellie jumped from the third to last step onto the floor, feeling clean for the first time in her entire life. Honestly, if they weren’t on the whole ‘deliver her to the Fireflies’ mission, she would have stayed in the shower for hours, just enjoying the hot water and how it felt against her skin. It was fantastic. And to have clean clothes? God, Bill and Frank were the best.

Joel had given her a look as he walked up the stairs himself, carrying a set of new clothes. Ellie swore there was a tiny smile there, but he was gone before she could tell. Frank’s niece was in the living room, holding a little notepad and a pen as she wrote.

“Whatcha doing?” Ellie asked, announcing her presence.

“Making a list,” she answered simply, not looking up from her work. “I’m making Joel shower and sleep —so it’s you and me on packing duty. Figured it would help you out to know what to get.”

“How have I known you for like an hour and you’re already nicer than Joel has been?”

It was a sarcastic question, meant to be joking. But it was also laced in a sincerity that Ellie didn’t realize she meant. But the woman just eyed her for a moment before setting down her notebook.

“Joel Miller can be an ass,” she explained, moving to sit on the couch. She pat the seat beside her, and Ellie sat down. “He means well, most of the time. I think, at least. But he’s…he’s jaded. Angry. And he has every right to be, but he seems to let that anger out on the wrong things. I think Frank only put up with him because of Tess, and Bill did it for Frank.”

“Who did you do it for?”

She hummed for a moment, leaning forward some. Her hands rubbed together, and she let out a breathy laugh that almost sounded embarrassed.

“I think I put up with him for myself,” she admitted.

“What do you mean?” Ellie raised a brow at her, leaning forward to mimic her position. She looked like she was debating telling Ellie the truth, sitting there looking anywhere but her. “Listen, if it’s because you wanted to like, do it with him —,”

“Jesus, no. Not…not that,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “I…I was twelve when Bill took us in. So I’ve been here, ten years, with my uncles. Joel just happened to be the only…unrelated, straight man I’ve ever really interacted with as an adult.”

“So you did do it.”

“Will you shut up? We didn’t do it,” she scolded, rolling her eyes. “Bill would have actually killed the man if we had.”

“Okay…,” Ellie watched her curiously, leaning back against the couch cushions again. The shower shut off, and they both looked up at the stairs. But the door stayed shut. “Then why put up with him?”

“I…,” she looked embarrassed again, and her eyes kept darting between the stairs and Ellie. “I wanted someone to kiss me, that’s all. And Joel just happened to be the only person I could kiss. And Tess, but I don’t think she swung my way.”

“Gross. I’d rather it have been Tess.”

“You literally kept asking if we did it and you think kissing Joel is gross?”

“Oh no, doing it is gross too. But you actually kissed him?”

“Once or twice.”

Ellie decided she was lying about once or twice but didn’t say anything. But she was curious.

“How did you even get him to do it?”

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2014

“Do me a favor?” Frank asked, holding out a small basket of vegetables. “Take this inside to Joel and Bill. Tess and I are gonna chat for a few minutes.”

She sat on the back porch step, one leg pulled against her chest as the other rested outstretched in front of her. Her uncle was giving her a knowing look, suggesting that business was about to be talked about and she didn’t need to be there for it. Huffing, she pushed herself up and took the basket.

When Joel and Tess came to barter and trade, everyone was always so on guard. The house was tense, and it usually devolved into an argument once they were outside the gates. Sometimes she wished they just stopped coming by, but at the same time —it was nice to have people who weren’t her uncles to interact with.

Besides, Joel was easy on the eyes and she didn’t get a lot of outside contact in that regard.

Finding neither of them in the kitchen or the dining room, she slipped through the main hall to the living room. Joel sat alone, staring at the front door that was open with the screen door shut.

“Where’d Bill go?” She asked, walking into the room and setting the basket on the coffee table.

“Said something about checkin’ the fences,” he explained simply. That had become code for I pissed him off so he left.

She hummed a bit in reply, looking around awkwardly for a moment. Frank and Tess were still outside, and she knew Bill would be gone for a while to cool down. Which left her and Joel Miller alone in the house.

It wasn’t a frequent occurrence. It had happened twice now, when Frank and Tess were chatting or Bill stormed off to do whatever he did. But it was still a little thrilling, to be alone with an older man that wasn’t related to her. She had thought about it a lot since they had met last year. It wasn’t that she had a thing for Joel Miller. He just happened to be the only man she’d interacted with as an adult.

It made sense.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” She finally asked, though her voice was trembling as she sat down beside him. There was at least a foot between them, and her hands rested in her lap as she tried to calm her nerves.

The worst he could say was no, and she could absolutely accept that. But she just…she needed to know.

“Depends,” he moved over some, adding more space between them.

“I’ve uh, been thinking. About you.” She closed her eyes then opened them, realizing how weird that probably sounded. His raised brow suggested he was thinking the same. “Not like that, I mean like you and Tess. How you two are the first people I’ve met outside my uncles since I got here.”

He sort of just stared at her, brows raised still as he waited for her to keep speaking. To ask her favor. And Christ, could he just give her something to work with?

“And?”

That wasn’t enough to work with, but she had to take it. “And I was…I was thinking that I can…I can trade you something if you help me with something else. You know, trade for trade. That’s what you and my uncles do —,”

“What are you asking for?” He interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into the couch. “Because if you’re asking me to sleep with you —,”

“Oh, no, no,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “No. I…I am quite content not sleeping with anyone in my life if that’s what happens. I just…,” she trailed off, feeling her face heat up as she considered her request. “I’d like to be kissed. Just once.”

Joel stared at her for several moments, blinking slowly as he processed what she was saying. “You want to trade me something to kiss you?”

She nodded once, feeling foolish for even asking. Her eyes found a spot on the far wall incredibly interesting as she stammered out her apologies. “You don’t have to —it’s a weird thing to ask someone to do. I’m sorry, I —,”

“I’m not tradin’ your first kiss for anything,” he interrupted, turning to face her.

She should have expected his answer. It was a ridiculous request, and she knew it was inappropriate to ask. But she didn’t know what else to do, and he was a decent enough person. And he was handsome and —

“I’ll just…I’ll just kiss you, okay?”

She looked back at him, heart thudding against her rib cage. “You will?”

“I don’t see why not,” he admitted, shrugging some. “I understand why you wanna, and why you asked me.”

“I guess I could have asked Tess —,”

He laughed at that —an actual laugh. It was warm, and genuine. And Jesus Christ, he was even more attractive suddenly.

“She wouldn’t’ve done it. Not without a drink or two,” he explained, giving her a small smile. “Should kiss someone who isn’t drunk, and just wants to make you feel good. That’s hard to come by these days.”

They stared at each other for several moments, and she swore she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. There was a knot in her stomach as she looked up at the man in front of her. She knew it was bold, but she couldn't help herself.

Maybe he had seen the fear in her eyes —that fear of never finding what Bill and Frank had. Of being alone eventually, at the end of the world. But it didn’t matter, because he wanted to kiss her and she was incredibly grateful.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered with a sheepish smile.

He hesitated a moment, glancing at the door, before he moved closer to her on the couch. She turned to face him, swallowing hard as he reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“Just meet me in the middle, okay?”

She nodded once, leaning in slowly. He leaned in next, and brushed his lips against hers gently. It wasn’t fireworks, or explosions. There was no magical spark that suggested that this kiss was more than just one between two people, sharing a moment. But it was nice, and she could feel he was trying to be soft about it. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. A sense of relief washed over her.

He pulled back slightly, but she chased the touch just once more, kissing him again before pulling away entirely. She was a bit breathless, if anything because she didn’t know if she was even breathing when he kissed her.

“I…,” she didn’t know what to say, and instead let out a small, embarrassed laugh as she looked down. “Thank you. For that. For um, kissing me.”

His indifferent demeanor had shifted back, taking what momentary softness he had shown her away. Joel simply nodded, looking at the front door as Bill opened the screen up. She shifted, reaching for the basket of vegetables, trying to cover up any sign of what had just happened.

“Where’s your uncle?” Bill asked, voice rough and annoyed.

“Out back with Tess,” she offered, pointing towards the back door.

“We were about to go join’em,” Joel continued, standing up.

Bill didn’t respond, instead trekking through the house ahead of them. She watched him for a few seconds before standing up next, holding the vegetables. As Joel moved to step away from her, she grabbed his sleeve. He turned, looking at her curiously.

“Um,” she hesitated before finally looking up at him with a smile. “Feel free to do that whenever you want to. Kiss me, I mean.”

Joel just nodded once, glancing at the back door as it slammed shut behind Bill. Then he pulled away, leaving her there with a basket of vegetables and the lingering taste of salt and pine on her lips.

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Ellie snickered when she finished the story, making a face. She wasn’t sure what the relationship between the two were; Joel seemed annoyed by Ellie and her existence. And Ellie seemed just as annoyed by how he felt about her. But in that moment —seeing Ellie scrunch up her nose like she was truly disgusted by the thought of Joel kissing someone —made her think they might as well be family.

“So he did kiss you again?”

“One more time,” she admitted with a small laugh, picking up the notepad and continuing her list. “When I turned 25. I asked him to kiss me for my birthday.”

“What a shitty gift!”

Both shared a laugh just as Joel descended the stairs, hair combed back from the shower. Ellie hopped up, pointing at him accusingly.

“You are supposed to be sleeping, old man.”

Joel scowled at her before opening up the linen closet from before. He yanked out a pillow and a blanket.

“You’re sure you’re okay with gettin’ started without me?” He questioned, looking between the two and the lack of work they had gotten done.

“Go take a fucking nap, Joel,” Ellie ordered.

She looked between the two, both surprised and impressed by Ellie’s tone. But she nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, what she said, cowboy.”

“Stop callin’ me that,” he scolded. “Fuckin’ menaces. Both of you.”

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Yungi's Big Bois Arc:

How tiny met the big Boys/Dating them

♡= Naughty

Honestly, I can't remember how you met them in detail but it was something along the lines romance encounter. They saved.

The wholesome twins finished their reps that Saturday evening exiting the gym Yunho rubbing his palms on his sore knees. "I'm feeling heading to Honey pot to celebrate our workout streak. " He snorted, clearly aware of how ridiculous that sounds- "Dang, not even a pity laugh."

Yunho turned but his mini giant's attention stolen by other and what a cute other You are-Minnie bashfully ogling your slight jelly jiggle-

The extra inch on Yunho made all the difference. "Oh.." she is a little cutie.

"Woo, Honey, I'm coming. I have to walk there first." The baggage overwhelmed your arms, luxuary shopping bags for Wooyoung (Ceo/Boss/Best friend), files under your arm, and Wooyoung's coffee in one hand.

Wooyoung tsked, "Wah, I told you to let Niles drive you. That's a lot of stuff to carry, Dumpling." His slender eyes grew when the clock strike, He gasped. "You've been gone for thirty-five minutes. I'm coming to get you! stand by a landmark!" Wooyoung clicked his tongue-

"Wooyoung! I'm fine quite being a worried, dummy." You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Cute." Mingi mumbled, embarrassed by his sudden high school crush on a complete stranger.

Yunho on the other hand, shameless would be his middle name if he had one. I don't understand how you couldn't feel the heat beaming for his stare at your shape (Even the good boys do it sometimes) . Perfect shape for my hands. He giggled, leaning on Minnie's shoulder in a sassy pose. "You should totally like talk to her."

"What-" Minnie's face drowned in crimson as fast as his adam's apple jumps.

"Dummy?! Yah! I'm definitely coming to get you now and when I get you in this office, My belt is going across your ass!" Wooyoung's anger often slips out in the oddest ways. The sound of aggressive keys rattling alarmed you he was serious. " Girls go missing damn near everyday, here and my little Dumpling is not on the menu!"

"Wooyoung, I'm fine-"

"You know what, I'm just gonna call San on you and let him handle you." Wooyoung witch laughed blast through your burning ear.

You screamed slightly, before curling into yourself. "That's not funny, Wooyoung and unprovoked too."

Sooo Choi San, Yes, The Dilf Fire Chief was heavily intoxication when he threatened Wooyoung with spanking you if he plucked his last nerve and Wooyoung (being the demon he is) loves seeing Sannie angry.

In result, You can still make out his large handprint on your bare bottom, Wooyoung now has a new favorite memory, and Mr.Choi doesn't remember a thing.

"I'm already on the way, I'm halfway there." Clouded with embrassment, You were extremely eager to the point you were absent-mindly walked into busy street.

All the while, on the other end, Wooyoung was scolding you on not paying attention and being safe.

You sighed. "You're such a worry wart-!" You squeaked being abruptly snatched by two large hands yanking you back to safety.

You were aghasted as one of the giants nearly kissed your hand as his lips aimed for your phone to say. "She's lying. She almost got ran over."

Wooyoung actually did spank you that day.

After this encounter, The fate's red thread immediately entangled your lonely string to Yungi's radiant bond.

Dating the boys

Jeong Yunho

♡ You were quick to realize this man seems to have a high tolerance for nonsense. He chuckles and giggles at most things.

♡ Which is terrible because his smile makes you melt.

♡ Public Display of Affection is this mountain of a man's bread and butter. Slipping his hands around your tummy to give his chub a good squeeze.

On the subject of Affection, My goodness is he handsy, whether it's a quick pinch or a good helping handful, if you're around his hands are never by his side.

The man needs you on him to function, you're often found on his lap doing your own work as he does his.

♡ He's a chipper fellow who enjoys his pillow and his Minnie to himself, he's moderately possessive but Yunho can maintain his composure...most of the time.

♡Loves your bestie, Wooyoung, Finds him hilarious especially his witchy laugh.

♡ He's bigger than you so that cheap "I can't fit your shirt." ain't gonna work on his big boy.

♡ He knows! He knows! Your not a toy but he is barley grasping his sanity as his thumb hovers over the purchase button to the naughty little costumes that would enhance his view of his (He calls your chubbines his) chub you disrespectfully cover even at home. Damn, Give the man some type skin.

Yunho favorite is *Looks round* the cow outfit, it became a odd fantasy after he fell asleep on a farming document.

♡ Lucky/Unlucky for him, You bought the outfit by accident after Yunho gave you free range of his Amazon as a birthday present since him and Minnie couldn't be there. You purchased the whole cart not realizing the naughty extra item til it came to your door step.

Despite the oblivious lewdness, You actually believed it was appropriate enough to greet your Big Boys at the door in such a state. "Moo!" You giggled. "Get it!? I said Moo instead of Boo."

God, Your a grown woman, How can you be so innocent?

Yunho's smile was radiant."Minnie, You like it, right?" Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor until they were at the big boots of your quiet boyfriend. "You think I'm pretty, right?" Your voice soften from your lack of confidence.

Yunho bit his tongue while completely escaping upstairs, leaving poor Minnie defenseless to handle you while he tends to a much bigger problem.

You curiously sniffed, fighting back tears as Mingi's mouth just to close before he ghosted his large hand over your head and shoulder yet decided to reach for the throw across the couch; tossing it over your head, kissing your lips and dashing upstairs.

You were heartbroken and spent the night at Wooyoung's. Meanwhile, The next day painted a new issue for the men having to clean up..and fix most of the bedroom.

♡ You can't lie to him, he knows everything. If your sad, he knows, If you feeling insecure, He knows, If you hungry, Period pain, He knows. And the best part, he will always do something about it with all his power because your his tiny terror.

♡ He calls you Tiny terror because your temper tantrum are no joke, You stomp your little feet at him, point your finger, yelling in that cute voice at him. Even funnier when it's do to his teasing .

♡ He's goofy but firm....sometimes.

♡ Hearing him be assertive for the first time was scary. Yes, Scary. You were seated right on Yuyu's lap, speaking to Wooyoung on the phone while Yuyu watched Minnie happily play with Mr. Choi's twin boys.

It was all fun til the boys started fighting and getting far too rowdy-

"Enough!" Yuyu loud command, startled not just the boys, you were sure you heard the neighbors straighted up as well.

Yet his resilient smile was bright not even his eyes showed malice.

He rubbed your goosebumps away...by caressing your ass through your skirt. "You two shouldn't fight, your brothers. He's your best friend, right." Kai shook his head. "And he's your bestfriend?" Boo shook his head quick like his brother. "Then don't fight, please."

"Sorry, Yuyu Oppa," The twins apologized before playing again as if nothing happened.

♡ Big fan of your work uniform. You look great in pencil skirts. The maniac will chase you to see you struggle to run away from his playful rawrs and large monstrous coming to eat you whole!

He does it randomly but he is fond of getting you when you step in the door after work.

Your screech was close to the damsel in distress in the 30's horror movie, It was seemingly so real, Mingi sprinted to your rescue from the other room; the poor thing was sound asleep the evidence imprinted on his pink face.

"Yuyu!" You screamed, after putting up a good chase, Yunho scooped you up with ease.

Slightly out of breath, He laughs. "How was work?"

♡ Loves to carry you around like a toddler with their favorite blankie.

♡ You three are adorable central when headed out on a night run for food-Matching Pajamas. I'm going to leave this here.

♡ What's so dangerous about this man? He holds power of secret-He knows everybody secrets, Remember, especially your obsession with their voices, hands, size and more.

♡ He teased innocently by whispering a plain question in your ear at the grocery store.

♡ Purposely, allows his huge hands to swallow yours when you accidentally brush your hands on his.

Song Mingi

♡ This guy.Pervert.Period. He loves every inch of you so much, locked away is a golden treasure chest housing polaroids of your daily lifestyle, nothing too bad-....well, there is the one unlike its brothers this picture isn't a polaroid but a digital hidden gem in his gallery, it's you comfortably snuggled against his chest usually Hyung keeps you under him for most of the night but there you were, Your soft breaths hit his chest in which a beautiful rhythm, he felt the argue to hum.

The fluffy feeling turned quite spicy as he wanted to snag a picture of his bunbun it wasn't until after the picture was taken, Mingi's eyes immediately spotted the swell of your breast spilling out of your nightgown.

He gulped, switching his view for the real thing. Mingi scooted down the bed, disregarding the icy chill of his barefeet hanging off the mattress, it's all worth it for this moment-

Finding instant comfort in the beautiful sloppiness of your plushy cleavage mushed against his face.

Best sleep he's had in years...Anyway.

I feel like you guys don't understand how much of a undercover simp Mingi really is. I mean do I have to start naming things?! Fine, You asked for this!

♡ Yunho made a rule of Mingi not being alone with you for a reason

♡He's just a teenage boy in a big man's body and big daddy Yunho knows this so to save you for Mingi's hentai fantasies, he keeps him on a tight leash.

♡Mingi is not allowed to be alone with you, touch you, kiss you-It's harsh but fair. Minnie doesn't know his own strength, if we are being completely honest most of the broken stuff in the house is because of him.

°Small 🔞, Oops°

♡ His favorite fleshlight render useless after you walked into their lives. Fuck, How could he want this bullshit flimsy toy when all he needs to do is go to your job, take you to the bathroom and ******-

Sorry, late nights of unsatisfied hentai searching destroyed the poor man.

♡ Hardy speaks a word to you during dates and outings, to be fair, Mr.Song isn't much of a talker anyway.

♡But he's always listening, The big puppy can snuff out your dislikes and faves, and also you.

♡ He can smell you for a miles away. I'm not kidding, One time at a festival, You let go of Yunho's hand and dashed into the crowd chasing after god knows what.

They're arent worried at first but when five minutes passed and golden twins can smell danger!

"Aish! I can't see her!" Yunho cried, all that height and for what. "Minnie, We-" His mouth hangs open to discover his pup missing. "Yah! Mingi?!"

Already caught in his strong arms, He held you for the first time without hesitation or jerk his body away the second it touch yours and reducing himself into a human puddle.

Nope, This is Mingi.

"Why? Are you crazy?" His snuffer fear the metallic smell in the air. "Shit, You cut yourself!" He carried his bride back to the extra large crybaby welcoming you guys with open arms and some firm words for you.

♡ This marks the first time, Mingi actually spoke to you. It stunned you more than anything. You didn't know what you expected, He's big so it only makes sense for his voice to be deep too..like Yuyu...

So it's normal nothing special. You gulped, blocking out their deep voices clouding the car.

♡ You grew addicted to his voice.

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Jealousy, Jealousy

A/N: Fluff, innocent reader, softy fem!reader, Tsundere boy

Warnings: cursing, jealousy

Summary: After seeing you with the new kid, Liam gets jealous. And knowing him, he denies it.

The bell rang, signalling the last class of the day was over. You had met this nice boy earlier. He was new at the school and you felt bad for him every time you saw him get lost. So why not help him and show him around? You showed him his classes, the lunch room, the gym, etc. And you honestly liked hanging out with him. He seemed nice enough and you learned that you had things in common.

Liam rounded the corner of the school hallway and saw you, his girlfriend, laughing with a classmate of yours. A male classmate. He gritted his teeth together and his fist clenched. He should be the one making you laugh, smile. Not this guy.

When he saw how close the boy had gotten to you, (It was not THAT close), he snapped. He stalked towards you and the new student with a frown. “Oi, Y/n. Who’s the new meat?” He didn’t look pleased at all to see you socializing with someone else.

You jumped at the sudden voice but as you noticed it was Liam, a smile spread across your face. "Hey, babe! Oh, this is Ryan! He just moved here."

He huffed and stalked off, not even giving Ryan a second glance. “Whatever, have fun.”

He mumbled quietly as he walked away from you two and your conversation. Just from that simple interaction, it could be inferred that he was the jealous and possessive type. He didn't care that it showed, he was already known for his shorter fuse.

You blinked for a second at his dismissal and quickly apologized to the new student before running after Liam. You put your hand on his arm and looked up at him as you both walked. "Did I do something wrong?" Your doe eyes observed his angered expression.

He stopped and glared down at you, his frown growing into a scowl. "What? No, I'm... not mad. Do you think I'm mad?" He scoffed. He was obviously mad.

You smiled a little at that and slowly nodded. "Yes, I think you're mad. Are you?"

He paused for a moment, as if he was going to say something snarky but decided against it. You'd notice him tense up and his brown eyes narrow for a second. "Forget it."

You pouted and put your hands on both sides of his neck. Your eyes were soft with sincere apology and you peppered his face with kisses. "I'm sorry if I did anything."

He was obviously caught off-guard by the sudden affection from his girlfriend. A bit too caught off-guard, considering his face reddened significantly from embarrassment and he actually blushed a bit. His face also became softer and a bit more friendly, the frown gone and the usual frown-line between his eyes turned into a small smile.

"Eh? I-I wasn't mad." He said with a slightly flustered chuckle.

You raised an eyebrow at his statement and rubbed his cheek with your thumb lightly. "No? You weren't mad?"

“Of course not! What makes you think I was?”

There was something so… sweet about you. Almost… tempting, as if you could get away with anything because of your innocence. It was cute, and almost enough to melt his icy exterior into a puddle of goo.

Giggling softly, you pecked his lips. "I guess it was just my imagination then."

“Yes, yes it was.” He couldn’t help but smile when you kissed him. He liked your kisses, liked it when you showed him affection, because it melted his heart and made his heart ache with love. He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re adorable.”

With a tilt of your head, you smiled up at him with amusement twinkling in your eyes. "I am huh?"

“You’re also beautiful..” He said quietly, blushing harder as there was a bit of a pause before he muttered, “And kind..”

You smiled and poked his cheek. "Keep going..."

He scoffed and swatted your hand away from his face. "That's enough lovey dovey shit. Now come on, I'll get you ice cream."

A joyous look flashed on your face and you smiled brightly. "Wait, really? Why would you do that?"

He rolled his eyes but you swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face. "You've done your homework so I'll give you something for being good."

A giggle left your lips as your joy spiked. You liked ice cream and he knew it. You were happy that he remembered that. "Can I get a teddy bear too?"

"Don't push it."

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connmmor · 2 years

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There’s a floating island in the sky taunting Jimmy.

Well, he’s not sure if it’s taunting, considering it’s decently far from Tumble Town. But it still feels taunting, with a fountain carefully crafted in quartz and detailed to perfection with bits and pieces of pure gold. It shines under the bright sun of the server, and illuminates the beauty of the rest of floating islands, and the growing town below.

Perfect for the God that resides above him.

Jimmy’s not sure why he decided to visit Joel in the first place. Sure, he needed to talk about–it–but he could’ve gone to Scott.

Or, maybe he couldn’t have. He’s been unapproachable since his return, as if he’s so close to crumbling under the weight of his own demise.

He honestly could've gone to Lizzie, considering the fact that she was there for Last Life–but that’s not the same. She didn’t actually know what it was like, being tied to another. Being responsible for their future doom.

Or, maybe she did. Jimmy had no way of knowing.

So, he opted for the only logical person, which was somehow Joel.

Right now, it didn’t matter if they were on rocky terms. Jimmy didn’t want to actually label Joel as his enemy, not yet at least, so maybe there was time to halt that progression. But the only problem standing between that was that–Jimmy had no way to get up there. Sure, he had wings. Bright yellow and preened to what he called perfection, with feathers that reflected the flaming shine of the sun, but he couldn’t use them yet. He hadn’t acquired an elytra yet.

And, server rules are server rules, even if he is the law.

He takes a few steps back from underneath the island, and paces around the outskirts of its shadow. He’s looking for anything, really, maybe a bubble elevator or just a simple ladder, but he ultimately finds nothing. So it pains him when he cups his hands over his mouth and shouts,

“Joel!”

There’s silence for a bit, until a figure appears at the edge of the island, with a white tunic–detailed in gold and brown. Jimmy can already makeout the hems, and whatever little story Joel has stitched into them.

And, Jimmy won’t admit it to Joel, but he looks menacing from up there. Joel’s tall figure casts a shadow directly over Jimmy, and for a moment he forgets to speak when Joel arches a brow, waiting for him

Jimmy licks his lips.

“I wanna talk!”

Joel scoffs at that, crosses his arms and turns around to take a quick glance at his Islands before he turns back down to Jimmy with a shrug.

“Can you fly yet?” He asks, and he doesn’t even have to yell, his voice carries enough power for Jimmy to hear him.

Jimmy flushes, and there’s an embarrassing twitch in his wings.

“Not yet, no,” He shouts, a bit weak. To his surprise, Joel doesn’t straight up mock him. There’s a taunting grin, but that’s all, and it’s shocking.

Joel’s doing a number on him here.

“Okaay..” Joel says after a second, and he grabs something from a nearby chest. It’s thin and wooden, and a quick realization settles in Jimmy’s stomach.

“You are not rodding me up there, do you hear?” He shouts, quickly stepping back in an attempt to get out of range. He probably already was, but at this point he has no idea with Joel.

“Well, how else are you meant to get up here?” Joel quips, his brows furrowing together.

“I–I don’t know! Put some water maybe?”

Joel stares at him, deadpan.

“Haven’t got any,”

“You're a liar. There’s a whole fountain behind you!”

“Doesn’t mean I can just take it out. It angers the Gods, Jimmy, gosh. Think for a moment before you throw out a useless idea.”

Jimmy’s left eye twitches. He really should deem Joel an enemy.

“Give me some wings, I know you have ‘em.”

“Gave them to Katherine and Scott. And they’re all broken.” Joel replies easily.

Damn him, really!

“Then come get me! Is that too much to ask?” Joel takes a deep, bored breath.

“It might be,”

“Oh my Gods.” Jimmy spits, and that racks out a laugh from Joel.

“Okay, okay–fine.”

And then Joel falls from the edge without hesitation, edging closer and closer to the lush ground before a pair of bright wings extend from his back and lessen his fall. They–don’t exactly look like the wings Jimmy’s seen before. They’re made of light, glowing bright yellow and motionless on Joel’s back. They form wings, sure, wings that attach to nothing yet form something beautiful.

It’s about as Godly as they could be.

“Well, first, what do you want?”

“To talk. I said that.”

“Yeah. About what?” Joel questions, staring down at him. Screw whatever higher being thought to make him a ridiculously tall God. They were messed up for that one.

Here’s where Jimmy begins to question if he can actually tell Joel anything. Sure, they were both there, but it wasn’t the same experience. Whatever Joel endured was coaxed in bloodlust and hunger, an awful sense of forgetting yourself attached to it, meanwhile Jimmy just craved the idea of living, with someone who actually wanted him. Someone who didn’t just see him as the cursed canary, someone who saw him as that and so much more.

Jimmy’s boots click together, nervously, and the spurs attached to them make a small noise that Joel glances at before looking at Jimmy again. His eyes are the color of honey, golden brown, swirling with what immense power resides in him.

“About–you know, the–” He shrinks a bit, and something in Joel’s demeanor shifts. “The Life Server.” Jimmy says, quietly, as if someone is listening and he’s not supposed to mention it.

Joel stares with the same hard expression, only for it to drop with a sigh. He drags his hand across his face, opting to scratch his large beard for a moment before shaking his head in defeat.

“Fine.”

He holds his hand out to Jimmy, and Jimmy takes it after a moment of hesitation. They’re rough, with ripped skin and calluses that Jimmy can only assume is from building, and he silently admires just how much work Joel puts into everything, even if he’s the most annoying man he’s ever met.

They grip onto each other tightly, and within seconds Joel is up in the air again, Jimmy being pulled along with him with a startled noise. His wings press tightly against his back, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he accidentally threw them off course by anxiously flapping them around, and his eyes are screwed shut. He’s not scared of flying, not at all, but he’s scared of Joel flying.

But then they land without problem, right next to the giant fountain Jimmy could see from below. The quartz is blinding, and almost out of instinct does Jimmy reach out to touch it, but he stops and looks at Joel.

Joel shrugs, arms crossed over his chest.

“Go for it, it’s not that sacred,”

Jimmy touches the rimming of the fountain, and even through his leather gloves he can feel the ridges and bumps of the details molded into them. The water shines inside, and as much as Jimmy would love to also touch that, he doesn’t.

“What is it then?” Joel suddenly asks him, and Jimmy snaps out of whatever haze he’s in, forcing his eyes away from the water.

“Huh?”

“The Life Server. What about it.”

And that’s when Jimmy realizes Joel doesn’t want to talk about that place either.

He frowns a bit,

“I–actually, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Jimmy tells him, and Joel pauses to take a slow breath and look anywhere else but at Jimmy.

“No, we can. It’s just a bit weird to be thinking about it now.”

They’re, sort of getting somewhere.

“Why?”

Joel makes a face. Scrunched up and almost confused, before he waves his hand with a huff.

“Because when you go from being something so powerless to this you wonder if there’s anything you could’ve done to stop it. Or if they could’ve stopped it.”

Jimmy knows who he’s talking about.

The Watchers that play the game, hiding among them, pretending they aren’t obvious.

The Listener who follows along, only waiting for the right moment.

And The Star.

“Or maybe that’s just my crisis. I have no idea what you would want. You played your role.”

And that Jimmy did.

“I didn’t want to, you know. I wanted to win,”

“Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen and you know it.”

Joel doesn’t say it as an insult, nor does he say it just to be hurtful. He says it as a fact, a sick and twisted one that even Joel doesn’t like, but they all know it. There’s no way to actually save Jimmy.

“I know.”

There's silence that follows, with the exception of rustling leaves and bushes as the wind blows past them, around the islands as if it draws it in.

“I want to see Tango,” Jimmy blurts out, and that’s when Joel gets sick. He rolls his eyes and scoffs, gripping his arms in their crossed position.

He’s only acting that way because of Etho.

“The Hermits haven’t contacted any of us at all.” Joel reminds Jimmy. It’s bitter when he says it, but something twists in Jimmy’s stomach.

“Have you contacted Etho? Or Grian?” Jimmy argues.

“Oh, multiple times.” Joel quips sourly. “I commed Etho right after we got sent back home, same with Grian, and got nothing.”

“Well, okay but–” “Scott commed Pearl every single day and got nothing. Why do you think he’s cooped up in Chromia?”

“I..kinda thought he was just reeling back from winning.”

Joel raises a brow.

“You think he won?”

“Didn’t he?”

“He says he didn’t. So I’m following what he says.”

“Oh.”

Jimmy stills. He’s toying with the space left at the fingertips of his gloves. He wants to rip them apart.

“I still want to see Tango,” He says after a moment, and Joel lolls his head and stares at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. No offense, but he’s the only person who’s relatively nice to me,”

“I am so nice to you. You’re crazy.”

Jimmy’s eye twitches once more.

“Let’s not get into how miserable you make me.” He hisses, and Joel grins a bit and shoves his shoulder.

“Well, I’m not your mum or anything. If you want to see him tell Fwhip but, I wouldn’t bother.”

“Is that how stubborn you are? What if–somethings wrong. That’s why they can’t talk to us,”

“Hermitcraft is crawling with Gods and Redstoners who could fix it in a heartbeat. If they wanted to talk to their soulbounds, they would.”

“Soulmates.” Jimmy corrects, “You never really called it soulbound.”

Joel shrugs, unamused.

“Just–try to see it from my side,” Jimmy starts, and surprisingly, Joel gives him a look that shows he’s listening. Sure, he might forget every word that Jimmy says as soon as he speaks, but at least he listened. “Tango and I were great–I mean, did you see the Ranch? The animals?”

“Shame it got burnt down. Twice.”

Jimmy groans, “I know! We worked so hard on everything, we risked our lives for that Warden.” Then, Jimmy softens, and for a moment he’s not really the Sheriff from Tumble Town. Right now, he’s just Jimmy Solidarity from Empires, who misses Tango more than anything. It burns. “I brought home a bunch of cows on the first or second day. He called me amazing. Me, amazing, can you believe that?” Jimmy says gently. “He built our ranch, and regardless of what he said I thought it was the best ranch I’ve ever seen. The warden thing was all him–I can’t even begin to imagine how he rigged everything up to send it to the surface. He was gone for hours, and he actually did it, just like he said he would.”

Jimmy licks his lips. There’s a flush in his cheeks he’s wildly unaware of, but Joel sees it.

“I was told he was easy to anger. Bdubs said it took four people and multiple hours to calm him down in Last Life–and maybe it’s vain to think this way but, I calmed him down. I don’t know how, but I did, and it was just me and him with everything burning, even him, and I still did it. I did a lot of things I had never done before with him.”

Joel snickers at his side, and the flush in Jimmys face quickly darkens.

“Like–normal things! You sick man!” Jimmy shouted, shoving Joel's arm. The God only laughed, in a way that seemed passive, not directed at Jimmy’s rambling. He held onto Joel’s arm for the moment, watching him come down from his fit, and looking at him.

“Jimmy, if you like him that much, you should see him.”

“..Okay. I will.”

Joel grins at him.

“That’s what you wanted, right? Someone to tell you to go. I told you earlier.”

Jimmy swallows.

“Well, maybe, but I wanted it without the ‘I wouldn’t bother’ bit.” Jimmy admits.

Joel hums a bit, taps his finger against his arm and lets out a small, quiet laugh.

“Jimmy, when it comes to love, you shouldn’t need someone telling you. You just have to go and do what you want to do. I have my grudges, Scott has his–I was only telling you because you don’t really deserve that kind of hurt, but Tango’s different, I guess, so I’m just..gonna encourage you at this point.”

“This is the nicest you’ve ever been to me.”

“Oh please, I’m nice to you. You’re just never around.”

Jimmy squawks, and it warrants another laugh from Joel who waves him off as he approaches another chest. He unlatches it, and digs, until he pulls out something gray and bulky, a purple shimmer to it.

When he comes back to Jimmy, he pushes it into his hands.

“Don’t tell Scott. Or Katherine. I gave them broken ones.”

Jimmy gapes, taking the elytra from Joel’s hands and letting them sit heavy in his own. They glow, before disappearing into a purple wisp and flowing straight into Jimmy’s canary wings, giving them flight for the first time in ages.

“I’m not stopping you, Jimmy, just go see him.”

And nothing stops Jimmy from flying.

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vileoperativeamaryllis · 10 months

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GONE WRONG

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The drive back home to the headquarters was silent. Spinkick and Flytrap looked at eachother, noticing how quiet Amaryllis has been with disappointment probably stirring up inside of him.

The trio got out of the car. Amaryllis slams the car door shut, making the other two flinch slightly. They walk back into the headquarters, Amaryllis sat at his designated desk.

“What…The Heck.”

The two looked at him,

“What the heck…was that?!” He scolds them. “It was the perfect time to screw her up! To finally destroy her, and yet you two idiots decided to let her go?!” He slams his fists down the table, startling the two again!

Even so, Spinkick decided to speak. “Amaryllis…We’re—“

“Not sorry.” Spinkick’s eyes widened as Flytrap interrupts him, glaring at Amaryllis. Amaryllis squints his eyes, “What? Not sorry that you ruined the thing we worked the hardest for?! You two could have gotten yourself harmed and back to prison!”

Spinkick hugged himself tightly, but nevertheless, he took a deep breath in. “Litz, you know what..?” He took a step closer, towering over his teammate. “Yeah. To be honest, we’re not sorry.”

Amaryllis frowned and furrowed his brows, he looked down at the floor, and then back at Spinkick. “I thought you guys would help me! You are my family! I—“

“Yes, we wanted to destroy Carmen as well, but deep down, all we ever wanted was to be a family! With you, Amaryllis!” Spinkick yelled with deep, sorrowful passion in his voice.

“W—We wanted…to be a part of a family. Not to destroy someone else’s. And it’s…clearly hurting the both of us.” Flytrap looked at him, clearly concerned and stressed.

Amaryllis, who ran out of words to say, looked at the both of them. Sadness fueled him, but not as fast as anger did. Not as fast as the rage that reached his throat.

“THEN LEAVE! If I’m really hurting you this much, why don’t you just go?!”

“Amaryllis!—“

“GO AWAY!” He turned away, a lump forming in his throat. “I can’t let you guys stay with me if all you’ll do is put yourself in danger.. I honestly can’t focus with you two acting like total idiots.” He murmured, walking silently to his room.

Spinkick and Flytrap looked at eachother. Flytrap cupped Spinkick’s teary eyed, red face…She wipes a tear away with her thumb. “Let’s go somewhere, okay…?” She whispers.

“I wanna tell her…”

…

“Okay.” Flytrap answered.

On the other hand, Amaryllis was enraged…He hinted a clue to where the next heist would be.

The next heist, Carmen appeared to the meeting place...It was a dark, and lightless place…that was until a green electric spark lit the darkness…a crackle rod.

“You…” Amaryllis growled lowly, looking at Carmen with his angriest eyes. “You took them away from me…”

“Let me guess. You’re not here to steal? You’re getting real predictable nowadays…” Carmen smirked.

“Oh? Then if I’m so predictable you should already be prepared…BECAUSE IM GONNA KILL YOU!”

Amaryllis charged towards Carmen, but Carmen stood still.

“I AM prepared.”

Suddenly, Spinkick and Flytrap jumped right in front of Carmen, stopping Amaryllis in his tracks.

“You…You two…betrayed me…” Amaryllis whimpered, his hands shaking a little. He felt his heart sink, and the lump in his throat reform.

“W—Well then…that just means I have nothing left to lose..”

He stammered, powering up the crackle rod to it’s highest, directing it right in front of them..all he had to do was shoot…

The two were scared, Amaryllis could strike any moment now, and they wouldn’t know how to dodge.

…

….

No strike yet?…

Tears formed in Amaryllis’s eyes…his hands kept shaking, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t do it…Not to them. Why couldn’t he do it?…

The crackle rod slips out of his hands, as tears streamed down his face..

What should he do now?…he felt so much. Embarrassed, betrayed, afraid, sad, angry…he just feels…

frozen.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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A Million Lives

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Did he feel apprehension?

Well, no.

Honestly he was beginning to wonder if he had some sort of identifiable medical condition that repressed his ability to feel fear. Then again, that wasn’t exactly true, he had felt fear before at least twice that he could think of. Once when he had almost died in an ice storm on an alien planet, and another time when he had almost lost his throne and his life to an adrenaline addiction, a fact that he was still deeply embarrassed about to this day. Other than those instances, however, he couldn't think of any other examples.

Still the looks of pity being passed to him by his escort did not go unnoticed.

A billion years?

Would this really be so bad? Had he truly gotten himself into something he couldn’t handle.

He hoped not.

Maybe one of these days his bravado would come back to bite him in the ass. Maybe today was that day. The guards walked him briskly forward stepping sharply onto an elevator that had no buttons or dials. Symbols appeared in the air at the center of the elevator car along with a cool female voice.

“Seventh Ring.”

“You know, Ted Budy, Hitler, Mornix, and Geeanan are all on the seventh level too.”

“Mornix, huh.” Celex said as they began to move downward, “My great great great great great grandmother.”

“So psychopathy runs in the family I see.”

Celex shrugged, “I’m not a psychopath.”

The guards exchanged a look, “Really?”

He shook his head, “No, I care about those people back on the Empyrean, they’re my friends. I worry about them and I want them to succeed in battle.”

One of the guards snorted, “Or you see them as your property. Are you even capable of remorse, fear, sadness?” The question was accusatory, and the guard had clearly already made up his mind, so Celex don't stoop to answering the question. Didn’t stop him from thinking back to the incredible hurt he had felt when his primary wife betrayed him and set up her coup, the well of anger and sadness that had driven him, in a moment of rage, to destroy a planet just to get back at her.

No one should have that kind of paper, he was sure of that now.

And when that memory was gone he thought of the addiction and the fear that came with it.

Almost losing his life.

And finally, after his death, when he and Kelly had moldered together in darkness. He remembered the friendship they had established there held in each other’s arms to stave off the horror of the blackness.

Had he shed a tear when they escaped?

Maybe

Only he and Kelly would ever know the answer to that question.

The door dinged open, and they stepped out into the hallway, cool and grey and lined with prison doors. Didn’t look too intimidating, but it was really what was behind those doors that mattered.

The walk down the hall was a short one, turning towards the second or third door which opened with a soft hiss. The room inside was bright white, forcing him to raise his hands and squint. When they finally adjusted he found himself looking in on a small, sparse room, white padded walls, a small cot in one corner, a sink, but no mirror, and at the center of the room, a chair.

Looked sort of like those chairs you'd find in a human dentists office,, or an electric chair you would find in a prison.

And with that chair, stood a beautiful woman.

She was tall,

Muscular

Elegant.

And had a mane of technicolor hair, whose pattern he would have recognized anywhere, “Avix.” He snarled.

Ex Emperor Celex’s ex wife sneered in return, “You have no idea how much I am going to enjoy this.” Celex tried to dig in his heels, but the guards shoved him forward, unfortunately within Avix’s reach. She did not waste time, reaching out with one hand and grabbing him by the jaw, nails digging into either of his cheeks as she pulled him closer.

She squeezed hard, but he refused to make a sud glaring up at her with contempt.

“Don’t try to fight.” She said softly as the two guards retreated from the room, “WHile you are here, you are entirely within my power.” She made that fact clear a moment later with a little demonstration. A wave of ice washed through him, and before he truly understood what was happening, his body began to shrink arms receding, body morphing, until he dangled from her hand by his fur, feet dangling down and kicking helplessly as she held him.

She laughed as she watched him struggle, “I get now why the humans think we are so cute, tiny…. Helpless.”

He swung a foot at her, but that didn’t really do any good.

She let him struggle for a while, a lazy smile playing across her face, “As much as I am enjoying this moment the chair fits you better the other way. The cold ice receded from his body, and before he knew it he was back to his chosen form. She still held him by the hair, her fingers tangled through his roots, pulling at his scalp forcing him to bend over and twist.

She was enjoying this

Having him in her power.

“Now I ghetto make you pay, for what you did to me.”

Celex snarled, “What I did to you I don’t regret, traitor.” her hand gripped harder but he didn’t stomp, “How was the ninth ring? Cozy I hope.”

She twisted even harder, bringing him to one knee, “You will not speak to me like that, not here.”

“Don’t go playing the victim card. You and I both know you were a power hungry bitch.” He tried tilting his head up to look at her, “But we both know I like that in a woman.” She gritted her teeth at him, “Should have known you were going to stab me in the back, after everything we had been through together.”

She laughed, “Please you had other wives to amuse yourself with, I was nothing important to you.”

He snorted, “The infidelity card only works when your species is monogamous, and you and I both know you had your own “amusement as it were”. As for being important to me, you were. I thought we had something, a similar goal.”

“And that is where you were stupid. I didn’t want to be your companion, I wanted to be emperor.”

“Should have been better then.”

She snarled, shivering him forward and into the chair.

He tried to turn but before he knew it she was already strapping one of his hands into place,

“I am told, when the Makers designed the Celzex construct, it had the unique issue of causing something they referred to as rage bleed. In layman's terms it means that the celex construct was bad at containing the side of a soul that controlled rage. Construct biologists believe that’s why we were such a callous and warlike race, more so than the Drev or the humans.”

“There a point to this/” Celex grumbled.

“Yes,” She strapped his foot into place, before leaning forward over him. Her hands searched for the buckles over his chest, “It means, I am disappointed to see the true you, weak, unambitious.”

That stung, but he didn’t show her that.

“You’re just jealous I have people that actually like me.”

She laughed, “Your need for validation is amusing to me.”

She stepped behind him, slotting a small half circlet onto his head to rest against his temples, “This device is designed to channel memories and emotions into your brain.” She laughed, “I had to get the newest model in order to calibrate it to your request. The amount of information I will be forced to funnel into your mind is…. Well it definitely leans on the side of cruel and unusual, but you insisted, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” She tapped the side of the device, “With this you will be able to feel and experience the lives of others as if they were your own simultaneously. At such a high rate of flow, this will probably tear your soul into little quivering pieces.” She grinned, “I look forward to watching the show.”

And then she pressed the button.

Celex could not have described in words what happened next, because no words could ever convey the sheer amount of pain and terror that followed. The fear of one, manageable, easy, but the fear of a couple billion stacked on top of each other all at once.

Incredible.

Unfathomable.

Terrible.

Over and over again, he felt the ground shake, the sky turn red. Violent death after violent death plagued him as the planet was ripped apart, billions trillions dying in a matter of seconds, but living just long enough to understand the apocalypse he had brought upon them. His very soul screamed, churned and attempted to escape as it was racked with a billion lives second after agonizing second. Celex had rarely experienced fear, but in that moment, he understood fear more deeply than any creature had ever truly understood because he felt it through the experiences of others.

And finally he realized.

He had never known fear, not in his life, not truly.

And when he thought it would be over, still it came in a torrent, racing through his mind and ripping him apart piece by piece. He couldn’t have screamed even if he wanted to scream, but he couldn’t find his mouth, and the screams of the dying weren’t enough to express the agony of fear and pain that followed.

The children’s fear was the worst, because it came with confusion, and the inability to understand what was happening. All he knew was that the end was coming.

How can one describe the feeling?

He was a glass, and the ocean had been poured into him all at once.

He was the singularity of a black hole, the center of a collapsing universe, an impossibly small point of mass with matter collapsing in around it.

He could not hold the memories, the cumulative experiences that in themselves added up to hundreds of thousands of years of experience, over and over and over again, his soul rubbed raw on sandpaper until there was nothing but a bloody smear left, infinite pain and suffering that seemed it would never end, go on to eternity until the very universe decayed away.

He could have been there for an eternity and he wouldn’t have known the difference.

He didn’t expect it to end.

But was surprised when it finally did.

All at once the pain was gone, and its sheer absence was a relief so incredible, it too could not have been described in words. Light filled his eyes, and for once he was not alone. The room above him was white, the walls around him white. He barely recognized the place, as a distant memory behind a wall of suffering and pain which was so poignant it was hard to see past.

Had he known this place.

He turned his head, looking up into the face of a woman who was barely familiar.

Her eyes were wide.

It was, hard to remember who she was, or where he was, but as the pain trickled slowly away he began to recognize things. She looked….scared, awed maybe, he couldn’t tell, but the pain was gone, evaporated, and behind it left a gaping chasm in his mind where he was unable to process what had occurred.

But still it was gone

Hot tears rolled down his face.

But with them came something else, a certain sense of urgency. He had to…. Help…. Someone?

He pulled at his bonds, “Let me go.:

The words felt foreign on his tongue, but the woman obliged, and it was to his surprise that he recognized her…. He had felt her. And then it came back to him, Avix, and with that realization followed other memoires, ones that were recent to his body if not his mind.

He was here to be punished

That was once his wife.

And there were others waiting for his help to save the universe.

He stumbled to his feet.

She stepped back.

He leaned heavily against the wall, feeling as if his very mind was bleeding, hemorrhaging like a civ, but then he began to laugh. She seemed quite unsettled, and as his laughter continued, two guards burst into the room, freezing in place and backing up as he straightened to his feet, familiarizing himself with the memories of the past few years, before the chasm in his head.

The tears did not stop, not even a little, but still the people who looked on him seemed unsettled

Terrified.

He knew now

He shouldn’t have come out of that being able to think, remembering who he was at all, But…. he did.

And he knew who he was, and he knew what he had done..

But now…. He had paid for it.

And that made him very dangerous.

He stumbled past the guards and out into the hall, leading himself away, past everyone who stepped back in shock and confusion, not daring to go near him. The more steps he took, the steadier he became slowly knitting the chasm in his head back together.

Remembering

Until he could almost pretend a thousand years had not gone through his head.

He stepped out into the docking bay watching the faces frozen in shock around him.

He was not supposed to have survived in tact.

Yet here he was, on his feet.

And ready to Kick apollyon’s ass.

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edosianorchids901 · 1 year

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On Staying Warm

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "fine by me"

“Ah. Crowley. Hello.”

Usually, Crowley was happy to hear Aziraphale prissy voice. After their last argument though…

“Hi,” he said without looking up from his mead. “Get tired of trotting around spreading peace and tranquillity throughout the land?”

“Hardly. That wouldn’t be at all appropriate.” Aziraphale cleared his throat, shifting. Probably waiting for Crowley to offer him a seat.

Crowley wasn’t in the mood. He poured more mead and drank it, shivering. England was wet and cold, and he’d seen way too many bloody battles lately. Getting into another disagreement with an angel would not improve his day.

For a minute, Aziraphale just stood next to the table. Then he cleared his throat again. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Yes. “Fine by me.”

Aziraphale sank onto the bench opposite him. No longer in fancy armor, now just typically light colored wool clothes and a heavy beige cloak. He smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Goodness, it’s rather chilly out there. Have you been staying warm?”

Glaring, Crowley crossed his arms. “Let’s see, it’s been nonstop freezing outside, and this damn country is so wet that my clothes insist on being damp no matter how many times I miracle them dry. How could I possibly be staying warm?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Aziraphale said, a bitchy edge cutting through his voice. “Perhaps by burning down homes with your gang of evildoers? Or, if you’ve tired of that, I supposed imbibing endless quantities of alcohol may do the trick.”

The burst of anger in Crowley’s chest warmed him a little, at least. “I didn’t burn down any homes. That was all the humans. And don’t act like your lot never torch anything. Sodom and Gomorrah ring a bell?”

“Well, then. I suppose you’ll have to stick with the alcohol.”

“What’s it bloody look like I’m doing?” Crowley snapped, waving his cup in demonstration.

A human brought over more drinks, summoned by the waving cup. Crowley and Aziraphale both lapsed into an embarrassed silence.

It was ridiculous for two immortal, supernatural entities to be bickering over petty shit like this, but Aziraphale was just so incredibly irritating. So self-righteous, so bitchy, so…

Irresistible, honestly, which made everything way worse. Yeah, he was hypocritical and bitchy, but also clever and positive and kind. When they weren’t fighting about morality, it was easy to spend all day talking, enjoying each other’s company. And sometimes, even the fights were fun.

Today wasn’t particularly fun, though. The tavern’s blazing fire belched smoke into the squat building, a continual irritation to the eyes and lungs. And despite the fire, damp chill seeped through Crowley’s whole body. And dammit, he was tired of being on opposite sides from Aziraphale.

If the angel had gone along with his plan—to both claim they’d completed their conflicting assignments and go home instead—they could be in Winchester. Winchester at least had strong alcohol and hearty food, even if it wasn’t much warmer. But as it was, they were both stuck in this shitty little tavern, with rain pattering down outside…

Aziraphale stood, and Crowley looked to him. “Leaving already? Off to tell more people about the evils of having fun?”

This time, though, Aziraphale didn’t take the bait. He came around the rough hewn table, sat beside Crowley, and wrapped him in the thick cloak.

Crowley stared down at it in confusion, the light beige a sharp contrast to all his black. “What the deuce is this?”

“It’s a cloak,” Aziraphale said in his bitchiest tone.

“I’m aware of that, thanks.” More than that, it was a warm cloak. Not only thick, but still flooded with Aziraphale’s body heat. “But why do I have it?”

Aziraphale’s cheeks flushed, and he dropped his gaze to his own cup of mead. “Because you only get this grumpy when you’re cold.”

The words, almost petulant, slammed into Crowley’s chest as if a horse had just run him over. He tilted his head to the side a little, surreptitiously resting his cheek on the soft, fine wool. It smelled like the angel, all warmth and cleanness even in this mucky segment of the world.

“Ngh. Yeah, sorry. Being an arse, me.” Crowley gave his companion a little smile, and the angel’s expression brightened at once. “This is loads better.”

“Oh, I’m so glad.” The tension in Aziraphale’s shoulders eased, too, and he let out a long breath. He held up his cup as if for a toast, expression more than a little smug at his triumph. “Perhaps we ought to start over. May I join you?”

They would drink, and talk, and probably argue again. But being next to Aziraphale was like spending time with the sun, and it made even this damp, stormy place tolerable.

Crowley nodded and raised his own glass. Then, sincerely this time, he said, “Fine by me.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

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saturnthesilliest · 3 months

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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHDUDHDNJDKDBDODNDODBSODNDORBDOD (warning for swears I guess- this is just a very angry rant on how pissed off I was today.)

So I was in class and my friend texted me. I went go text her back but this BITCH. BEHIND ME WAS LIKE ‘SaTuRn! YoUrE NoT SuPoSsEd To bE On YoUr PhOnE In ClASs!!!!’ OUT LOUD. AND ISTG THE ENTIRE CLASSROOM WENT SILENT, I WAS PITERALLY RED AND FUMING WITH EMBARRASSMENT AND ANGER. THE STINKY ASS HISTORY TEACHER WALKS OVER TO ME WITH HIS FUCKING NOT 4HEAD, BUT 15HEAD AND NERDY GLASSES, HOLDING OUT HIS HAND LIKE HE IS THE SHIT OR SOMETHING.

I SWEAR TO GGODOSHDVGDYFHDIDKRB

FIRST OFF THIS GIRL GOT FUCKING YELLED AT LIKE 40 TIMES IN THE DAMN YEAR SO SHE CANT BE TALKING. AND SHE JS SO ANNOYING GOD DAMN! SHE HAS A 5HEAD TO. LIKE BE QUIET. SHE ALSO BULLIES PEOPLE WHO ARENT LIKE HER, AND MAKES FUN OF GOTH AND ALTERNATE PEOPLE. SHE ALSO SAYS “uwu” AND SHIT LIKE THAT THINKING ITS FUCKING FUNNY. BUT ITS NOT SO PLEASE STFU!!!! (She probably has a Stanley cup oh my lords.)

NEXT MY HISTORY TEACHER IS PROBABLY A E-KITTEN. MY FRIENDS AND I MAKE FUN OF HIM ALL THE TIME- HE HAS THE VOICE OF FUCKING SPONGEBOB, SNORTS EVERY LIKE 15 MINUTES, WEARS THESE UGLY ASS GLASSES AND WATCHES ANIME. HE IS PROBABLY 32. HIS HAIR IS ALMOST ALL THE WAY GONE. YOU CAN SEE HIS BALD ASS HEAD THROUGH THE REMAINING HAIRS LEFT. HE WATCHES ANIME??? HOW BOUT HE FUCKING WATCH THAT HAIRLINE? OH WAIT. ITS ALREADY FUCKING GONE. HE TRIES TO HARD TO BE ‘SERIOUS’ AND ITS HILARIOUS AND HONESTLY EMBARRASSING FOR HIM. MY FRIEND TOLD ME HE ONCE SAID ‘you don’t want to get on my dark side!’ LMFAOOO-

HE ALSO HOLDS A FUCKING GRUDGE AGAINST ME AND I HAVE ABSOLUTELY BO IDEA WHY. LIKE IM SORRY THAT YOU ARE IN DENIAL??? IM SORRY YOU HAVE A FUCKING CRUSH ON THE VICE PRINCIPLE OR SOMETHING?? (Me and my friends joke that he is in love with the vice principal) WHAT DID I EVEN DO TO HIM?? ALL IM DOING IS DRAWING ON MY NOTEPAD FOR LIKE A MINUTE, THOSE BITCHES OVER THERE ARE MORE DISTRACTED FROM THE WORK THAN ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? DAMN.

the amount of crimes I wanted to commit today was concerning.

Anyways baiiiii!!!! And if somehow my history teacher sees this, FUCK YOU.

#rant post #history teacher #yelling #tw swearing #im going insane #im gonna cry #rage #anger #1st degree murder #angry rant #ughhhh #grrrr #all caps #please end my suffering

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aria-ashryver · 3 months

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Starlight CH38 Sneak Peek

(it never fails to amuse me that my previews are always around the 1k mark)

Chapter 38: Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like You and I (Opening Scene)

There was something insidious pervading the air around Crimson Beech High.

Ask any of the students, and they’d say it was the stress of the upcoming Community Outreach Day events — some had performance jitters, others were bracing for the gruelling embarrassment that was parent chaperones, a vocal minority of students —Venandis, mostly, Gabriel noted with scorn— complained at any given opportunity that being forcibly roped into signing up for activities kind of undercut the whole volunteer angle Principal Yao was going for.

Astoria would hear none of it. The whole point had been to manufacture some good, old fashioned inter-coven cooperation, after all. Now, more than ever, the vampires needed all the encouragement they could get.

Another week had come and gone with not a whisper of rebel activity; the uneasy stillness left them waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It stole in quietly, turning the fledglings irritable and jumpy, suspicious of every last buzz of activity about the town. Far from working together, the young Clements and Venandis were all but at each other’s throats again.

Worse, Gabriel had barely spoken to Cas all week.

He’d managed fine during their training sessions at the Nexus — relying on a feigned composure he’d somehow desperately stitched together, he was able to make it through the daylight hours without falling to pieces. He’d see Cas at their training sessions, even sparred with him once or twice, gone about their research into the Creators without betraying so much as a flicker of emotion.

But the minute he got back to his big, empty house, everything would unravel at the seams.

He’d collapse onto one of Cas’s couches, crammed in amongst the moving boxes and piles of furniture he still hadn’t bothered to store properly, breathing in the heady, familiar scent of his cologne that clung to the leather cushions, too wrung out to even cry.

He knew he was only delaying the inevitable.

But listening to Cas’s apology meant opening himself up to the reasons Cas had done what he’d done, and that meant finally acknowledging the small kernel of truth that rubbed Gabriel raw every time he tried to move around it. Like grit between his muscles. Sand, painfully forming into a blood-hued pearl.

A tiny kernel of truth that whispered Cas was right. That he’d only set into motion a future Gabriel always knew was coming: Luca was a human in a vampire’s world. Their only real options were dead or turned.

And loath as he was to admit it —as disgusting a betrayal to his family though it may be— there was a part of him that was grateful Cas had forced the issue. That he’d spared Gabriel from having to make that decision himself.

Gabriel couldn’t stomach the thought that Luca’s eventual turning might actually bring him relief. Happiness, even. So, petty as it was, his guilt and shame had manifested as anger, which in turn had become an entire week of giving Cas the cold shoulder.

Needless to say, Gabriel wasn’t exactly proud of himself.

But what else could he do?

Apologise, for a start, Gabriel thought, a flicker of guilt chasing through his sternum.

Sighing, he shouldered his satchel, heading out of his classroom as the bell rang and wandering out to find Luca in the middle of the quad.

They were crouched beside a collapsible folding table, the ground around them littered with glassware and arts and crafts supplies.

‘Hey,’ Gabriel said, joining him. ‘What is all this? Is it an Outreach Day thing?’

Luca pinned him with a withering look.

‘This is a “both my boyfriends are stubborn idiots” thing,’ Luca grumbled. ‘You’ve been ignoring Cas all week, and when he doesn’t get attention, he gets sulky, and when he gets sulky, I have to put up with it. He already shoved a jock into a locker this morning before first bell.’

‘Wow.’ Gabriel blinked. ‘Honestly, I’m more surprised that Cas was actually at school on time.’

‘The two of you could run a masterclass on sulking,’ Luca muttered under their breath. They groaned as they hauled the table onto its side. ‘Help me with this?’

With Gabriel’s assistance, Luca set up some kind of interpretive art installation, arranging a number of glass jars in varying heights and sizes on the table. He watched on, intrigued, as Luca filled the jars with water and some kind of coloured dye pigments, stirring until the water hit a good balance of colour and transparency.

Thin, noonday light filtered through the jars, washing the quad in prismatic stripes of colour. Like a rainbow after a storm, Gabriel thought. Like shimmering stained glass, fluid and mutable.

It was actually rather pretty.

‘Okay, you need to tell me what you’re up to, here.’

Luca grabbed a roll of tape, tearing a piece off with their teeth to affix a sign to the table’s edge. ‘Cas needs enrichment.’

“Glasses Half Full”, the sign read. “A Study in Optimism”.

Luca took a step back to examine the display critically, arms crossed over his chest.

‘What do you think?’ Luca asked. ‘Is this pretentious enough, or should I throw in a “Live, Laugh, Love” quote somewhere?’

Despite himself, Gabriel snorted. ‘Oh, it’s great. I think he’ll hate it.’

‘Perfect.’ Glancing around, Luca nudged a number of rocks with their toe, kicking them away from decorative planter boxes bordering the quad and moving them pointedly closer to the table. ‘Now scram.’

Grabbing Gabriel by the elbow, Luca dragged him away.

It was about twenty minutes later that Gabriel heard the first jar shatter.

He and Luca were studying at an outdoor table; hearing the bright tinkling of glass on concrete, Gabriel leaned around the tall hedge that obscured them from view, peeking over at the art installation Luca had set up.

Sure enough, there Cas was, looking like he’d wandered off the set of a modelling shoot, all embroidered bomber jacket and sleek black turtleneck, a baseball cap pulled over his perfect hair, topped off with a jagged, dangling earring.

Gabriel wanted to kiss his stupid, beautiful face. Screw him for looking so good all the time, honestly. He was annoying.

Luca pressed a finger to their lips; together, they watched on in silence as Cas tossed and caught the rock a few times, letting it fly with a breathtaking grace.

A jar exploded into a shower of glass and vibrant teal, colourful droplets spattering in violent patterns all over the concrete, already stained neon pink.

Oh, Cas was loving this. Luca flicked Gabriel a satisfied smile.

Cas tilted his head, growing preternaturally still as a gaggle of preppy juniors crossed the quad.

‘Oh no,’ Gabriel whispered, suddenly worried. He knew that look. Cas was working out angles, speed, trajectory—

‘Oh, shite,’ Luca breathed. ‘I think I miscalculated.’

Grinning, Cas tugged the baseball cap lower on his brow. ‘Batter up!’

Cas let the rock fly.

It slammed into the table leg; metal gave way with a shrieking ping as the supports warped in on themselves. The whole thing pitched sideways, jar after jar after jar sliding down to smash onto the pavement, a wave of rainbow colour splattering onto the unlucky students and drenching them from head to toe.

Cas howled with laughter as they squealed and scattered.

‘Oh god…’ Luca cringed, pressing his hands to his face. ‘Ohhh, they look like a Pride parade in a blender, oh no…’

Wincing, Luca peeked askance at Gabriel.

‘At least he’s having fun, right?’

Gabriel sighed, watching Cas gleefully aim a kick at a still-intact jar. He was having fun. Far too much fun to be truly genuine.

The manic gleam of laughter in Cas’s eyes kicked Gabriel in the chest. It was an old expression, one Gabriel was intimately familiar with; the kind Cas’s face would light with over the years whenever he tried to goad Gabriel into fighting with him.

Cas was lonely.

Gabriel’s throat tightened.

‘…I’ll talk to him.’

#SICSIG #choices immortal desires #immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #luca o'rinn

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laladellakang · 1 year

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dark moon: cuttoon #1

masterlist | wattpad

cuttoon scenes

yo i think there are a lot of grammatical errors, sorry about that

the nurse's assistant

"You have a bruise," Dara spoke up after class. She noticed the patch of purple on Sooha's leg.

"Oh! Yeah- it was from almost a month ago now. It won't go away," she got a bit embarrassed and tried to hide it.

"Visit the infirmary after school. I can help out," Dara stood up, making eye contact while Sooha still sat.

"Okay.." Sooha can't help but gulp at the sight.

Sooha recalled when the TMI girls told her how no one ever goes and gets treated by Dara.

The only ones who have experienced her treatments are the nightball players. Besides that, the other students only let her place a bandaid on them.

"She's really pretty. She has a lot of admirers. But she's also really scary."

"Do you mind if I apply this with my hand?" Dara hovered a hand over Sooha's bruise.

"Please! Go ahead!" she replied nervously.

Unbeknownst to her, the ointment was limited in how much it could heal. The real trick was in the person who applied it.

"It'll be a bit cold," Dara warned before gently smoothing the medicine on her calf.

Sooha held her breath at how close Dara was and didn't even hear her say 'done.'

"It should heal completely by tonight," Dara closed the cap and stood up. "Be careful next time."

"T-thank you."

That night, when Sooha was sitting on her bed, she found that the skin had gone back to its original state.

'Wow, maybe she has healing powers or something.'

the only girl

(jino's monologue)

We had seven girls in Vampfield.

We weren't very close with them but they were still somewhat family. They lived with us, ate with us, and sometimes played with us.

Until they slowly disappeared, one by one.

None of us knew what happened, but Marge would escort them outside the orphanage at random times and return alone by the end of the day.

"She's been adopted,"was what she always said.

We were given the impression that we would get adopted one day, yet those six girls were the only ones to have properly left Vampfield.

Dara was left all alone.

She slept alone, spent time alone, ate alone, and was treated harsher because she was a girl.

"Hey Dara, do you wanna play?" and that's when we took her in.

She's not the youngest, but she's our baby.

werewolves are living beings too

(heli's monologue)

There was something strange about Dara.

She used to hate werewolves just as much as us, especially when we were in Vampfield. But she suddenly had a change in perspective.

We figured that it was because of her many romance books. Jaan said he saw a supernatural one once.

Though that night at the alley...

She wasn't just calm around them, she managed to calm them down too.

And the look on Khan's face showed a soft emotion.

"What happened to her arm?"why did he ask? What's with the hard expression?

"Hey Dara, what do you think about werewolves?" Solon asked.

"Werewolves... Well they're a bit scary but honestly we are too," Dara shrugged. "I heard they've got quite a temper at times."

"Is that it? You don't hate them at all?" Solon watched as she was thinking of something else to say.

"Of course I don't particularly like them as a vampire.." she lifted her head to look at him. "But werewolves are living beings too," she smiled softly.

the strong baby

(shion's monologue)

All of us are really sensitive when it comes to Dara.

She's our glue- the reason why we're as close as we are.

She's shy and reserved, so we're always protective of her. On top of that, her powers can't be used for self-defense like most of us.

We tend to forget her title as the toughest girl in Vampfield.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Dara said with a scary look. She came just before the bad vampires could sneak onto Shion.

"Dara?!" when Shion turned back to look, Dara had already started beating them up.

"No one messes with my men," Dara gave a final message, her eyes practically drunk with anger that all Shion could do was watch in amazement.

"They scratched your face," Shion held her cheek but was careful to not touch the wound.

"Ah! It's fine! A small sting is nothing," Dara grinned and grazed a finger over the cut. "As long as you're safe," Shion gave a warm smile.

"Our baby is so strong," he removed his hand to pat her head.

"When it comes to you guys, there's nothing I wouldn't do."

dara is a tsundere

"Heli..." Sooha wanted to ask. "Does Dara hate me?"

"What?! Where did you get that?! She doesn't!" Heli's eyes widened at the assumption.

"She just.. seems very cold," she looked away. "And unlike Solon, she barely bothers to say anything."

Heli thought about it for a bit before replying.

"She doesn't hate you, Sooha. You'll see."

'Dara help!! I think Sooha got injured in the dorm bathroom!!' Heli telepathically messaged Dara a few minutes later.

"SOOHA?!" Dara immediately rushed to the restroom, only to find the 'injured' girl casually washing her hands.

"Huh?" she turned to her confused.

"Are you hurt?" Dara asked with a worried expression.

"N-no, I was just using the bathroom," Dara closed her eyes and sighed.

"I thought you got injured or something," she ran a hand through her hair, making Sooha swallow hard. "I was by the field and rushed here as fast as I could."

Sooha was amazed at how much the girl cared for her, and it seemed that Dara was even more surprised.

"I-I mean!" her face turned red. "Heli told me it was fatal! Like between life and death and I- I-" she said frantically. "I just can't leave you here to die!"

'Heli was right. She doesn't hate me.'

dara's useful power

(dara's monologue)

I used to think that my powers were boring.

The others have all these cool abilities that they can show off but mine is just.. healing.

If we were heroes, I'd be the sidekick and that sucks.

That's why I trained hard to fight just as hard as them. I don't want to be a shadow.

But I'm thankful for my brothers. Although they are protective, they always let me join battles and their playful nightball games.

'Dara! Lucy is hurt!' Noa mind-linked Dara. She quickly rushed over to him to heal his fox.

"Ah.. My cactus is hanging on a thread..." Jakah purposefully said aloud, asking for Dara's help. The next day, his plant was back to its original state.

"Dara, can you help me with my back? It's a bit sore right here," Jaan pointed to his shoulder blade.

"You pulled a muscle," Dara commented after brushing over the area. "Be careful," and they constantly try their best to make me utilise my healing.

Soon enough, I grew to love my powers. They're so cool!

I get to help people, animals, plants- virtually every living being!

Even them...

A heavily wounded Khan was sat against a building on the street. He was breathing heavily and partially in wolf form. The tinted sky barely displaying his tears.

the secret between dara's non hatred for the werewolves will be revealed in the next update. any theories?

taglist! @afiaaaa19 @riikiblr @one16core @toriluvsfics @i90snoo @danyxthirstae01 @seulgifted @clar-iii @hiqhkey @nichmeddar @jiwlys @duolingofanaccount @nvmbheart [@studioreader @sarang-wonie @fairydosii @hoonstrology @jaetint @4sahii @8-itsmee-8]

#kang della #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen ff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x oc #enhypen added member #enhypen eigth member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen oc #kpop added member #kpop oc #enhypen female oc #enhypen imagines #enhypen poly fic #enhypen poly

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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7&ME - Chapter 4 - Maid

Pairing: OT7 x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, idol AU, straight, bisexual, gay, threesome

Wordcount: 1775

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] MASTERLIST Wanna read all the chapters right now? You can find the complete story for free on WATTPAD

Summary: Miracles do happen! Somehow you've finally managed to secure a job at a big company! Even though it'll be a 24/7 job, they promised you a fat paycheck, so you don't care what the job is... But what if the job is managing 7 grown men? Seven men who all have needs...

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, size kink, oral (f&m receiving), dirty talk, gay sex, threesome sex, bisexual sex, implied masturbation, this is super vanilla compared to most of my stories, let me know what I missed.

Y O U R P E R S P E C T I V E

A bright light woke me up. I opened my eyes. The sunshine came in through the window. The curtains weren't closed.

I sat up and the blanket slid off of me.

I was still in the same clothes as the day before.

I had been so tired last night that I had fallen asleep almost immediately when I had laid myself down on the bed.

I looked around me. I was really here. In the house of the world-famous BTS. I could hardly believe it. I could imagine my ex-coworker's reaction.

"You're living with them?" she would scream incredulously. "But you're not even a fan!"

I wondered if she would faint if she knew since she was always swooning over them in such extreme ways. I chuckled to myself and stretched.

I checked my watch. It was already 11 a.m.

Shocked I got up. I dashed to the door and peeked around it.

The living room was empty.

They were probably still gone. After all, Namjoon had said they had an early morning shoot.

Although he had said to take it easy on my first day, I did want to make a good impression. I decided I would try and clean up the living room as much as I could before they would return.

I quickly took a shower in the large white marble bathroom. The bathroom even had a bath, a luxury I had never had before.

Back in my room again I opened my suitcase to take out my clothes and put them in the closet.

I opened the right closet, and to my surprise, there was already something in there.

I took out the hanger and studied the clothes on it.

It was a maid costume.

There was a sticky note with some text on it.

"You can wear this while cleaning next time"

I read the note several times before it really sank in.

I felt my face turn red.

Did they really...?

Honestly....?

They really wanted me to wear this???

Shaking with embarrassment and anger I threw the set on the bed.

Mumbling angrily to myself I started loading the clothes into the closet.

Did they really expect me to wear that?

Wasn't that a bit degrading?

Maybe it was a joke?

Or maybe it was a test.

After all, in the job interview, they had told me to do anything the client asked of me.

Was this one of those things?

A test to see if I would do anything they told me to?

But then, would they go even further than this?

Would they start asking more of me?

More... inappropriate things...

My cheeks started to flush again at the thought of what they would ask of me.

Of course, they were handsome, and I knew every girl fan would dream of it.

But they are my bosses and it would be highly inappropriate to...

I shook my head, trying to put the thoughts out of my mind.

I stared at the maid costume on my bed.

What to do?

Not wear it, and risk getting fired or reprimanded?

Wear it, and risk getting laughed at or be asked to do even... weirder things?

I hesitated.

Honestly, I would rather be laughed at than reprimanded or even worse, fired.

And if they were to ask anything... more of me...

Well, I'd just deal with that when I'd cross that bridge.

I picked up the outfit and started putting it on reluctantly.

It was slightly too small for me, which made it even worse.

The top part fitted tightly around my chest, even though my boobs weren't that big, pushing them upwards and creating more cleavage than I normally had. The skirt was also quite short on me.

I spend some time fidgeting and fiddling with the outfit, hoping I would be able to push or pull it in such a way that it would be a little less revealing.

It was of no use. I just would have to bear it for today and pray that they wouldn't laugh at me.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.

I would just have to ask them if it would be okay if I wouldn't wear the costume.

Or if they at least could buy me one that would fit a little better.

Put it out of your head and get to work!

If you want to leave a good impression and have the house cleaned up by the time they're back, you better start now!

I turned my back to the mirror and walked into the living room.

It was, even more, a mess than yesterday evening when I first saw it.

I sighed.

I had my work cut out for me.

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J U N G K O O K P E R S P E C T I V E

'Hyung, can you hand me some of that chicken,' I asked Namjoon. We had just gotten lunch, a bucket of fried chicken. Namjoon handed me a piece, and the rest of the boys got some too.

Eating, laughing and talking we walked into our building.

The shoot had gone well, and we had finished early today, giving us the rest of the day off.

'Do you think y/n is already up?' Hobi asked.

'Probably,' Jin replied, 'I mean, it's past noon. If she's not it would be worrisome,'

We nodded in agreement as we ate our chicken and Jin unlocked the door.

We had all taken just a few steps inside when I bumped into Hobi who was walking in front of me. I looked around him and immediately understood why he had stopped walking so suddenly.

Y/n was sitting on her knees bend over, forwards. It looked like she was trying to get something from under the couch.

Even from this angle, I could see that she was wearing a maid costume. The ruffled skirt had slid up slightly because of the position she was in, and we all had a clear view of her red lace thong.

I instantly felt a stirring in my pants and swallowed hard.

Y/n looked up, saw us, and quickly jumped to her feet.

'Welcome home sirs,' she said with a deep bow, her breasts even more on display when she leaned forward.

I felt another jolt in my pants.

Fuck.

She straightened her back, her face flushed and her eyes downwards, not really looking at us.

My god. That expression was even better.

I had a hard time keeping in a growl.

I heard a thud and looked around. Namjoon had dropped the bucket of chicken.

'I hope you all had a good day?' y/n asked nervously, looking at us, but avoiding our eyes.

It took a while before someone responded.

'Yep. Yep. Very good. Very good,' Hobi said nervously.

We all looked at each other nervously, probably thinking the same thing.

Why was she wearing that outfit?

Suddenly something clicked in my head.

The outfit had been a joke gift for Yoongi that we had bought for him a long time ago. He used to always clean up after us before even he threw in the towel.

But when he still did, we had bought him the outfit as a gag.

We had never really looked at the sizing because we knew he wouldn't wear it anyway.

Though many of us had a maid kink, we knew Yoongi would never agree to it.

Whenever we had "taken care" of each other, we had promised to keep our kinks mostly to ourselves.

I looked at Tae and Jimin who seemed to have come to the same realization as me.

Jimin grinned at me and his eyes were glistening.

Oh, dear...

'I see you found your work uniform?' Jimin spoke out boldly.

Everyone looked around at him in awe, but Jimin ignored them.

He took a step forwards, his hands casually folded in front of his crotch. If you wouldn't know it, you would never spot that he was nursing a semi too.

'I... I did,' y/n said awkwardly.

I saw Jin open his mouth to say something but Tae spotted it too and kicked at Jin's ankles to shut him up.

Jimin took another step forwards.

'I'm glad you wore it,' Jimin spoke softly. Even though I couldn't see his face anymore I knew he was smiling at her seductively.

A smile no woman or man had ever been able to resist.

'You see, we didn't want your own clothes to get dirty or get ruined. I mean, we all get that cleaning this house is a nasty and hard job to do. I mean, whenever we used to do it, we would mess up our clothes all the time,' Jimin lied.

Taehyung nodded in agreement, his mouth slightly open.

Everyone knew Tae had a soft spot for Jimin, especially when Jimin was like this.

'I... I see,' y/n said, finally looking up and making eye contact.

'I hope you're not uncomfortable?' Jimin asked sweetly.

The way he phrased his question made it almost impossible to tell him otherwise.

'No... It's just... A little tight,' y/n responded submissively. She still hadn't broken eye contact with Jimin.

Her words and the way she said it made me twitch again.

'Ah, good to know,' Jimin said, changing his attitude into something more jovial.

Y/n blinked. The spell he had put her under had been broken.

'See we only bought one because we weren't sure of your size,' he explained, turning to the boys for affirmation. Most of us nodded.

None of us had ever guessed a woman's size incorrectly.

'So now we know, we'll get you a few new ones that will fit you better,' Jimin said casually.

Y/n nodded.

'Thank you, sir,' she added a little awkwardly.

'Oh, you don't have to call us sir,' Jimin said putting his hand on her arm. I could see her shock when he touched her shortly.

'As Namjoon said before, you can be informal with us. Just be casual,' Jimin smiled brightly at her.

'We want you to feel at home with us. Why don't you just address us as... Oppa,' Jimin said, looking around, his eyes darting from Jin to Hobi to Namjoon.

Jimin knew our kinks far too well.

'Oh... Okay... Oppa,' y/n said.

Even from behind, I could see Jin's ears turning red and Hobi quickly put his hands into his pockets.

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Chapter 3.

Vampire empire

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It has been several months since my last encounter with Dick minus him invading my dreams every night. It's gotten to a point where I've had to keep myself awake but I'd end up falling asleep again.

Which brings us to right now;

I tried to fight it off, I really did. I drank so many cups of coffee, you may be wondering where I got coffee from? Smuggled it in on one of the supply runs a week ago, it isn't a necessity, that's what Oliver told me but it's a necessity for me.

My eyes closed as the mug that was in my hand slipped onto the floor, funny enough I was already sitting on the floor so, it probably didn't break but if it did I didn't hear it.

I could already see the outline of him as I looked up.

"I've been waiting."

"I know, trust me, I know." I sighed as I stood up, I was sitting in my dream how funny.

"You drank coffee?" He smirked, his fingers trailing my jaw. I smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me,"

"Feisty."

"Fuck you."

"Don't be rude," he spoke with a tinge of anger in his tone.

"I'll be as rude as I want." I glared at him. I looked around at the new setting we we're typically in his 'throne room.' But right now we are in his bedroom. "Looks nice," my finger traced the bed post.

"I made it to you're liking.. I'm sorry about Rachel, seems she didn't see the bite coming."

"You aren't sorry, you're happy to have another magic user on your side." I looked at him. "I just wish it hadn't been her.. she's.." I looked down. "She's been through enough."

"You're right, I'm not sorry." He walked over to me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. "Come back to me."

"I won't."

"How many times do we have to have this dance?"

"As many times as necessary. Even with Rachel gone she still did her job," I spoke.

"She got super girl to where she needed to be?" He smirked.

"How did you-"

"She told me, very loyal girl."

"I hate you."

"You love me." He smiled, everything about him was No is intoxicating, his scent, the way he held himself, his voice. Everything drawing me into him, into his trap of false hope and commitment.

"Stop.." I whispered, his scent growing more stronger by the seconds. "Please.."

"I want you.. I need you." He growled, his lips now pressed to my neck, even in my sleep I could feel him and smell him. Almost like he was there.

"No you need the idea of me," I hissed pushing him away. "I don't need you."

"Yes you do.." he cooed.

"No, only you think I need you." I closed my eyes, I could hear his protests as I awoke.

"Well that's over for now.." I grumbled. Turns out I did break the coffee mug.

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Vampire Empire

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"Another dream?" Barbara looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, talking about how he needs me and stuff." I looked down taking some food and shoving it down my throat.

"Jesus." She slumped down into her chair. "He's one desperate man."

"Tell me about it," I sighed as I sat down next to her, Dinah entered and looked at us.

"Another dream?"

"Yep."

"Jeez." She turned to grab some food herself, a good quantity considering how many of us there are.

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Well here I was, back in my room. I decided that fighting a punching bag would be better than coffee that seemed to not help me at all. I was angry, pent up, my bones hurt and I couldn't even sleep without having to see him every night.

I'm a very patient woman but my patience is growing thin. I know I can't stay cooped up in here forever, but I want to. I want to be stuck here, I want to feel safe.

I felt my body begin to shake as I slumped down to the floor. I was crying again, god I hate it when I cry. It's honestly embarrassing at this point.

I could hear my door click open, I looked up and there was Oliver. A frown on his lips.

"Don't give me that look.." I looked away.

"Lucia.." he knelt down placing a warm hand on my shoulder. "Kid, you can't keep beating yourself up like this."

"I'm not trying too.." I whispered.

"It doesn't seem that way." His face was sad but then in a moments flash he was smelling the air. "Coffee."

"Fuck.." I sighed.

"You- you smuggled in coffee?"

"..yes."

"Really?"

"I don't want to fall asleep.." I looked down.

"I'm sorry.." he sighed and pressed his head against mine. He'd always been like a dad to me, always saying all the right dad things.. I think, I'm not sure. "I wish you didn't have to go through this at all." He whispered.

"Thanks, Ollie.." I smiled sadly as I pulled away.

"I'm serious kid, I would switch places with you in a heartbeat if it meant you could sleep properly.." I felt tears brim in my eyes again as I tried not to cry. "Oh, Luc.."

"I'm so tired.." I felt the tears spilling down my cheeks. "I can't keep going like this.." he held me in his arms, in an almost protective hold as he just let me cry. Him and Dinah are probably the only two people who are actually keeping me sane.

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"You're infuriating you know that?" I hissed.

"I know; but I miss you so dearly." He sighed, wrapping his arms around me.

"You are the worst."

"I'm the worst? I'm the only one who can make you feel things.." his lips hovered over my neck sinking soft kisses as he trailed down to the end of my shoulder. I tried to hide the shudder from my body but that didn't work. "See?"

"Fuck off."

"Don't be that way.." he cupped my face in his hand, forcing me to meet his blue eyes. "Don't be bratty."

"Bratty?" I scoffed. "It's not being bratty."

"..."

"I hate you."

"I love you." He smiled.

"No. No you don't." I pulled my face away as I looked out over the window in the room. 5th street, in Gotham. Noted.

"But I do, I'd crawl to the ends of the earth for you, when I was turned, I was scared.. I didn't know what to do, and in the middle of my chaos was you." He spoke softly. "All I could think about was you, and Haley. Who would take care of you both?"

"Dick-"

"I'm serious, I don't wish to lie to you."

"You-" I looked down. "I.. I hate you." His hands reached for my hips, his eyes locking onto mine. "Please.." the plead leaving my lips like a broken symphony.

"As you wish.."

He woke me up this time. My eyes wide as I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest as the smell of him lingered in my nose. "Dick.." I looked down as tears escaped my eyes.

#angst #oc story #oc stuff #oc x canon #right person not enough time #soulmates #vampire nightwing #vampire dick grayson #dc vs vampires #dc comics #horror?

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