#then had to deal with cleaning up that room and interacting with her sister

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw - Stepbrother choso, soft dom Choso?, fingering, pussy eating, squirting but reader didn't know what it was, oversimulation, ass play. Reader is 18 about to start college and choso is 23. This shit is honestly pretty filthy. I'm sorry for any errors.

(Twitter link for visual at the end)

Thinking about...

Your mom getting remarried to another man and you having to move into a new house and adjust to your new household, it wasn't going to be easy, it's a whole different chapter of your life beginning, and a lot of things are going to change and be different.

But no matter what you vowed to try your very best to make everything easier for your mom, whatever it takes. She been through a lot in her past relationship and now she's finally happy and smiling so you'll do anything you possibly can to keep it that way. It's just so weird being the only child and now having to get used to having a new sibling, he was 5 years older than you, you don't really interact with him that much, you just wanna get all this over with till you can finally move out and begin college once summer ends.

Well things just happened to take an unexpected turn pretty fast.

"Be a good girl for Onii-chan and keep still yeah?" he whispered to you while slamming two of his long thick fingers into your cunt nonstop. It was too much, he already made you cream 2 times on his fingers already, yet he still kept going, scissoring and curling his digits against your tight walls while he fucks it in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room. He had you laying on his lap with your body folded on half, one of his hands gripping your thigh while the other is plunging into your cunt, you couldn't help but squirm on top of him.

"T'much, c-can't anymore please, t'much cho" you whimpered, nails sinking into his forearm.

He looked down at you smirking, "Cum f'me one more time then I'll stop, deal?", you reluctantly nodded your head, your poor cunt was so sore from all the times he'd do stuff like this, which is every night when your parents are asleep he'd sneak into your room and play with your poor little cunny so he can prepare you for when he's gonna give you the real thing and fuck you silly with his thick cock.

"Fuckkk princess, you have no idea how much I wanna sink my cock into this cunt right now", He hisses, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, his cock straining to be released from his boxers.

"Need you to cum f'me right now, c'mon princess you can do it". He encourages, fucking his fingers into your slopping cunt knuckles deep, faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot while he brought his thumb to your clit, flickering and rubbing small circles on it as he helped you climb to your orgasm.

Your head fell back against his chest as you came undone on his fingers. You cried out as he continued pumping his fingers inside of you throughout your orgasm, your toes curling while your eyes were rolling back of your head.

His eyes were glued to your body and face, paying attention to how your body reacted while your cumming, how you look so pretty with your eyes rolling back, he can't wait to see that exact scene but with his cock splitting your tight in half instead.

You came so much, your juices were leaking onto his lap, he licked his lips looking at how creamy your cunt was glistening, as he slowly began pulling his fingers out of you. Strings of your slick connecting to your cunt and his fingers before it snapped when he pulled away.

"Such a messy girl, see all the dirty mess you made princess?" he chuckled "What kind of big brother am I if I don't help my sweet little sister clean all of this up?" He questions before he manhandles your body from his lap and places your back onto the bed.

He quickly got between your thighs, pressing both back towards you so your body could be folded, he took a moment to stare at your leaky wet cunt, the way there's cum dripping out of your entrance, leaking down to your asshole it was so messy. He dragged his tongue to your asshole before licking all the cum off it in one swipe up to your cunt, then he started lapping your entrance, making sure to clean and lick all the cum off with his tongue in the process so he could taste you, he loves eating your cunt so fucking much, the taste drives him absolutely crazy, always making him coming back for more. It was delicious.

'F-fuck!" you hiccupped "N-not so fast cho, s'much slow down please" you cried out, trying to push his head away, tugging on his hair, only to earn a groan from him while he ignored you and kept slurping on your cunt like a hungry man that just gotten his favorite meal.

He kept swirling his tongue on your clit while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions while your loud moans and cries filled the room.

It was just too much; your legs were shaking, you tried to move yourself but couldn't because of his strong grip on your thighs. All you could do is lay down, whimpering and crying as he feasts on your poor cunt. You felt your tummy start feeling weird, everything started feeling strange, like something different was about to happen. The new sensation of your body being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe.

"Oh my god! Oh my god cho! Something's coming, feel so weird fu-fuck!" you warned, panicking as you attempt to try and push his head away only for his grip around your thighs to get tighter, he starts sucking your clit, as he pushes two of his fingers into your soppy fuckhole, fingerfucking the shit out of you, it was honestly so fucking nasty, the noises that were being made, literally everything. He was acting like an actual fucking animal, groaning into your pussy while he's slurping and sucking on your clit, as his thick fingers working its way in and out of your wet sloppy cunny. Your brain gets all fuzzy and blank as you released whatever it was, clear liquid gushing out of you like a fucking water hose, your back arching against the bed as you grip onto the sheets screaming, you might've even woken your parents up for fuck's sake. You squirted all over Choso's pretty face, his shirt was drenched, his fingers, everything. Yet that nasty motherfucker still kept licking up your leaking cunt, his tongue lapping up all your juices from your dripping hole then he makes his way to your asshole, circling his tongue around your puckered hole before giving it a few kitten licks, making sure that he licks up every bit of your pussy juice since it seems like a burden to him to let any go to waste. Flickering his tongue on your hole as it's fluttering and winking against the pad of it, his long fingers still slamming into your poor tired hole. It was so fucking much that you felt like passing out as you start crying and whimpering even more.

After he was 100% sure he licked your cunny and everywhere else squeaky clean and was satisfied, he pulls away from you, panting and trying to catch his breath before moving closer towards you, he picks your head up with his arms, cradling it while wiping away your pathetic tears.

"S'okay princess I got you it's okay" he allows you to catch your breath as you calm yourself down. "Did so well f'me, such a good girl, aren't you?". He cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Cho-choso what was that! What happened!??" you asked nervously. "It's nothing bad baby, don't worry about it, you did a great job".

"Gonna make you do that same shit again tomorrow but on my fucking cock got it?".

Bonus

Visual on how he was eating your cunt but he was def doing way more than that since he's such a sick desperate fucker.

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[call-sign-jinx]

Spencer Reid X Reader - It was clearly just a simple mistake

summary: you and spencer have known each other almost all your lives. now, you both work for the fbi. when he's working on a particularly hard case, you spill coffee on some of the evidence and other papers. he immediately blows up at you unknowingly but as soon as he turns around and sees you, he says it was a simple mistake.

warnings: age gap, best friend's brother, making out, mutual pining (spencer started to have feelings for reader when she was 19)

spencer reid x fem!reader

Spencer Reid was my best friend's brother. I've had feelings for him since I was 11 and her was 14. I told my best friend and she fully agreed that we would be a good couple. But that was just our 11 year old minds dying to be sisters in some way.

But there was one thing in the way, well two. The age gap, and the kids at our school. Me and my best friend were the 'popular' types of girls. And Spencer was the 'nerd' that steered away from parties and big groups of people. Which meant the only times I ever saw him was when I was over at Amanda's house. Which was actually quite often. But he was always stuck in his room doing homework and reading books.

Now, I'm 22 and Spencer is 25. I'd say we both aged very well. We both work at the BAU but I'm just an assistant who gets everyone coffee and their lunch and answers the emails they can't be bothered reading while Spencer is a profiler who works on cases like kidnapping and serial killers. I see him a lot more often and we occasionally talk when we both happen to be in the breakroom.

At the moment, the whole BAU was working on a case that was particularly hard to solve. I heard Morgan chatting with Elle and this guy seemed like they knew exactly what they were doing. Left no clues, varied in the way they killed, thoroughly cleaned the crime scene, etc.

I could tell that it was infuriating for everyone, especially Spencer. He was sat at his desk, brows furrowed with a mix of anger and confusion, forehead resting on hi right hand, eyes dead focused on the paper he's holding. I quickly made him a new cup of coffee to hopefully cheer him up.

As I take it over to him, I trip and accidentally spill the coffee on the case files. Shit. Shit shit shit. Shit. For fuck sake. He's going to be so fucking pissed. I didn't mean to! It's not my fault someone else left their fucking bin in the way. I was too focused on not spilling the coffee anywhere that much that I spilt it. Ironic.

"For fuck's sake!" Spencer quickly stood up, some of the coffee spilling on him. He tried to move the papers quickly while muttering how could I have be so clumsy and stupid.

He then turned around and looked shocked to see that it was me who spilt the coffee on the case files. His whole angry demeanor changed into a calm and collected one. He had a small smile on his face as he brushed himself off.

"I apologize Y/N for how I spoke. It was clearly just a simple mistake." He sat back down at his desk and the few people that saw what happened had very confused looks on their faces, including me.

I just walked back to my little office to deal with any emails that the others sent over to me to look at. Baffled by the interaction me and Spencer just had.

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It was 1am. Everyone had left the office, except for me. I was too busy answering all the emails Morgan sent me, he clearly doesn't answer any of his emails.

That was until I heard a loud crash in the main area where everyone's desks were which caused me to practically jump out of my skin. My first thought was an intruder. But how could it be? This is a literal FBI building so how could anyone possibly break in? This clearly wasn't what I was thinking at the time because I went to grab the gun that Gideon had let me have - with a license obviously.

I quietly opened the door and pointed my gun and phone torch to scan the area in front of my office. I couldn't see anything. I then stepped out the door and scanned the area around me, making sure to check through other doors on my way to the main area.

Sweat began to run down my forehead as I thought the worst, this could be the night I die. My worry quickly went away when I saw that it was only Spencer, still at his desk.

"Spencer? What are you still doing here?" I make my way over to him and pull out a chair and drag it over so that I can sit next to him.

"Still trying to figure out the case, you?" I sigh as I leaned back in my chair.

"Answering emails that Morgan can't quite be bothered to even look at. One of them was about his gym membership! What does he expect me to do with that?" Spencer laughs as share my frustration.

"I think they treat you too much like a normal civilian. Which you are far from because you helped me get one step closer to closing the case." Spencer had a proud look on his face as he told me. My eyes widened in shock. How could I have possibly helped in the slightest?

"How? The only thing I've done is bring you all coffee and lunch, and answered your fucking emails." I add the last part with exasperation, it was not part of my job description.

"That's what helped me. You accidentally spilt the coffee you brought me on a piece of evidence and it revealed a big clue, it was the first 2 digits of the zip code of where the killer lives." How can someone be so dumb? Maybe they want to be caught?

"Really? How did the coffee help with that?" I look at the evidence and the first two digits are there but not fully visible. Me and Spencer look at each other - as this would actually really help the case - with pure joy in our eyes.

"Y/N..." His demeanor suddenly changed. He looked down and I followed his eyeline, my hand was on his thigh. How the fuck did my hand get there?

"Shit, sorry. Didn't know my hand was there..." I immediately pull my hand away and look to the ground.

"I-It's alright Y/N... stuff like that happens." I look up to Spencer and he looks at me with a certain glint in his eyes, one that I haven't seen before and one that I can't quite place.

"Spencer?... I-" I was quickly interrupted when Spencer placed his lips on mine. I almost immediately began kissing him back. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He placed his hand on my upper thigh and my grip on his shoulders increased.

When we both pulled away, we couldn't help but smile. I giggled as Spencer just had a boyish grin on his face.

"I love you too Y/N. I have for quite a while now actually."

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid scenario

[deansapplepie]

Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 18

Chapter 17 Chapter 19

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Chapter 18: I ain’t sleeping with Hershel

Summary: The group is hopeless until they find the prison, now they try to build a new home. While which one of them have to deal with their own issues.

Warnings: swearing, outbursts, walker killing, blood, gore, nightmares, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby being possibly dead, misunderstanding, fights, reader can be a brat, insecurities, jealousy (nit the reason for insecurities), reader and Lori implying Daryl would substitute reader for Rick (that’s a joke). Minors do not interact. (I probably forgot something because this chapter have a lot of things happening)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 4,615

A/N: Not proofread. Not one of my best writing. This was a chapter I was expecting to write since I started, and I’m a little disappointed on how it came out. My summary also sucks.

It had been 8 months, 8 long months of survival on the road, finding shelter here and there but never for too long. You had found a house near a small road, the men and little specimen of man (Carl), went to the house to clean it of walkers. You preferred being in action, killing walkers and shit, but Lori had a enormous belly, soon she was going to give birth, so all care she could have was necessary, so you’d better stay behind and take care of her.

Hershel was trying to teach you how to deliver a baby, well you knew the basics, you had already helped many puppies and kittens born. Ok, it wasn’t the same thing, but… you had also told Hershel you didn’t know if you wanted to do this. She was your sister-in-law, medically speaking you shouldn’t perform any surgery on her. ‘If something happens to me, I need someone that’s going to be able to do so.’ He used to say, and you would always say the same ‘nothing is happening to you, I’m protecting you.’. To which he always replied he was too old, and you couldn’t protect him from that. Being responsible to act on big medical ‘events’ of the group still made you nervous and uncomfortable, you wish you had an actual doctor in the group so you didn’t need to be one of the docs and be put in the same level as Hershel, when you clearly wasn’t. You still doubted your abilities as a vet, which you studied to actually be one… how could you take care of humans? You knew it wasn’t like there was many doctors around, so you’d have to do.

You entered the house carrying all the things you’d need, it was a lot of things for people that didn’t have a place to live. There were days since all of you had a decent meal, everyone looked apathetic, as if life had been drawn from you. You gathered around what looked like a living room, silent… Daryl sat by your side, an owl at his hands, plucking it. You used to love owls, so beautiful and majestic, symbol of wisdom… but at this moment you couldn’t care less and was even proud your man had caught it.

You noticed Carl at the corner near Beth, he had a can of something in his hand and was opening it. Was it dog food? God, how did you end up like this? You’d eat it and wouldn’t complain. You’d be happy to have whatever in your stomach. Looking at that food, you remembered Luna and how you had missed her all those months… before you could go deep into your thoughts you got startled when Rick took the can from Carl’s hand and threw it to the other side of the room, making a resounding noise that echoed around the house.

What was his problem? That was food, regardless of what kind! You were ready to get up and tell him off, but Daryl grabbed your hand and motioned with his head for you to not do that. You deep breathed and started counting… until T. announced there were a large group of walkers coming and you need to flee as fast as you could.

At some point you stopped again to make some fire and cook the owl Daryl had killed. Owls were mostly made of feathers, there was little meat, but beggars can’t be choosers… so each of you got your small share of it.

“Let’s go hunt something.” Daryl told Rick. “The owl wasn’t even a starter.”

“I’m going with you.” I promptly said, but I already knew they would refuse my company, again. They often did it, and it was annoying.

“Stay with Lori, she might need you. Besides that you’re better trained than the others, I need your protection here.” Rick stated and you just rolled your eyes.

“You don’t even believe your own words.” You said, then you turned to the hunter. “Don’t take too long and bring something delicious, ok?”

“Yes ma’am! I’m at yer orders.” He kissed your temple before taking his crossbow and disappearing with Rick.

You stayed behind with the others against your will, you crossed your arms and observed the two men disappearing in the woods. Soon Lori, Carol and Maggie joined you. “Stop pouting, they just went hunting.” Maggie elbowed you playfully.

“Without me.” You stated. You got frustrated every time they left without you, especially Daryl. “They spend more time together than with me! It’s like they’re substituting me.”

“Seriously, Y/N/N? Are you jealous of them?” Carol asked with a smile of amusement.

“Rick can substitute you, but Daryl can’t…” Maggie affirmed. Rick couldn’t, he was substituting you… it was rare when he seek you to talk or advice.

“Rick, it’s true. But Daryl… I don’t know, Rick has a quite beautiful ass.” Lori joked, Rick and she were still not talking, but moments like this would bring her some sense of normalcy, just as if they were friends gossiping in the kitchen and there were no walkers around.

“Hey! I have a beautiful ass too.” You protested.

“Of course, you’re siblings.” Lori shrugged then she put one of her arms around your waist. “You worry too much, they’re men. They need this time away from us. Besides… I need you here, I feel better with my sis and the baby too.”

“Ugh… you always know the right words to convince me. Ok, let them be. I’d rather pass my time with my girls.” You told them and hugged Lori resting your hand on her belly.

“Or boy.” Lori completed, because you didn’t know the baby’s gender.

“Nah, I have a feeling it’s a baby girl. So, I prefer to pass my time with 4 of my favorite girls.” You said a grin on your face.

After a time, that felt like eternity, they came back with news that they found a place, a prison and you could stay there and make it your home. You just had to… take it back from the walkers.

You had to work together to take the yard. First you had to cut the fence so you could enter and after it you needed to close it again. That wasn’t the most difficult part, there was no walker in the corridors around the fence, but the yard…. It was full of them. Also, one of the gates was open and it needed to be closed otherwise you’d not be able to fight all of them. Rick wanted to close the gate while the rest of you distracted the walkers and covered him. The plan was perfectly executed and you could all clear the yard out of walkers.

It gave hope to all of you. If you could clean part by part, soon you’d have a place you could call home. A safe place to live. A place for Lori to have the baby, a little bit of the domestic life again. Later that day you were all reunited around the fire, eating the little hunt Daryl and Rick got earlier. Some chatted, Beth sang a beautiful song… Rick was near the fence that separated you from the walkers on the patio, it was safe, he could come to the fire, but he wouldn’t. You could go and try talking him into resting and relaxing near the bonfire, but you knew he wouldn’t listen to you. He never did. Not anymore.

Daryl was on top of a toppled bus, watching or something. Carol went there to take some food for him. They had developed a nice and kind friendship since the farm, you were glad he was getting close to everyone in the group. Even though you sometimes felt jealous, you just pushed this feeling to the coffins of your mind and didn’t think about it. You knew him, you trusted him. You knew Carol, she was your friend. Besides that you were also jealous of him and your brother, so this wasn’t something you had to take seriously.

Later that night, you were laying on a blanket close to the fire and in Daryl’s arms, and you couldn’t help but think about the future. “Do you think we’ll be able to make this our place?” You asked him, your hand playing with a thread from his poncho.

“Ya’re the positive one ‘ere. Don’t you think we’ll make this place our home?” He told you. You had changed during the last months, all of you. You and him, you that would always reassure him, not the opposite. You used to always see things on the bright side of it, but you found closure and lost it so many times already, that you didn’t know if you could be like that again.

“I dunno. It’s just… we’re looking for a place for so long that it all just seems unreal. It’s like tomorrow I’m opening the eyes and we’ll still be on the road, or maybe something will happen and we’ll need to leave.” You tried to explain what you were feeling, but that wasn’t even the start of it.

“We’ll be fine. We can do it. I know. We’re making it a home.” He told you, he didn’t even know if he believed in his own words, but he trusted Rick and he said it would work. Also, he’d do anything to take those worries from your mind.

You snuggled into him and the warmth of his body and his unique scent, even when you didn’t have a descent bath in ages, engulfed you in comfort. After some time of comfortable silence between you, you drifted to sleep letting the exhaustion take you.

The next day you needed to take the patio and try to clean one of the cell blocks. Rick, Daryl, T.Dog, Glenn, Maggie and you worked together on taking the patio while the others kept at the fence trying to distract them. You used your crossbow and knife, you also had a gun, but all of you would rather not use it, since you were low in ammo and of course it attracted many of the dead if you used it. Some police walkers gave you a hard time, but soon Maggie discovered how to kill them and it became easier for you. As soon as you finished, you entered Block C and killed the few remaining walkers that were still inside.

After, all of you started to enter the Block and settle in, bringing your belongings and cleaning what you could and the best way you were able to. While that the men started to carry the corpses from the block and from the patio so they could burn them and finish cleaning the place you already had. You chose a cell in the upper floor, you looked at it and could already see you and Daryl living there.

You let your belongings outside of it and started to clean. You shook the bedsheets to take away the dust and then arranged it all again. The bunk was rather narrow, but you two pretty much slept so into each other that it wouldn’t be a problem and you could arrange it in the future. For someone that the day before wasn’t so sure if you could make this place a home, you were very excited.

You heard some cries coming from some cells away from yours, you walked there and found Lori. Carol was squatting in front of her, trying to comfort the pregnant woman. “What if the baby is dead?” She cried. “I feel like there’s something wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong. You’re good, the baby is fine. Your belly is perfectly normal.” Carol reassured her.

“Yeah” you intervened, sitting by your sister-in-law side and caressing her back. “Don’t worry. I’m a doc, ain’t I? I’m saying it and you can trust me.” You weren’t sure of your words, you were not this confident about treating people, but you wanted to soothe Lori in some way. “Do you want me to take Rick?”

“No! Not him. I… bring Hershel, please.” She asked, Rick wouldn’t give her any comfort. He didn’t even hug or kiss her in months… what good could possibly do having him around right now?

“Ok. I’m gonna take Hershel.” Carol got up and left to find the old man.

When the doctor of the group arrived, you left to give them some privacy, even though you already knew her worries.

Later that day everyone that hadn’t claimed a cell yet, was claiming one and preparing to have a well deserved rest after such hard work. You approached Daryl, excited to tell him about the cell you had arranged for both of you, but you weren’t expecting his answer. “D., I cleaned that one for us. We just need to take our things there.” You said pointing to a cell further in the end of the corridor upstairs.

“I ain’t sleeping in a cage like a damn animal.” He was quick to answer, giving you his back and going to a place on the stairs where he’d placed a mattress and his things. He didn’t know his words had come so harsh, he didn’t even reflect about it before saying. His aversion was exclusively, because his brother had already been in jail, also being on jail was something that everybody where he came from expected from him, even though he had never been, not even because of bar fights or shit, and let’s say that the Dixons never ran from a good fight.

He had hit right at your feelings. You were taken aback by his harsh words, you weren’t expecting this. You were tired, the last months had been exhausting and for the first time in months you had a safe and rather decent place to rest. You turned your back and walked in the direction of the cell. When he turned back he saw you getting distant, with your back turned to him, he didn’t see the hurt you were feeling, but he was also with questions on his mind, why wasn’t it obvious to you that he didn’t want to sleep on a cell and neither alone? He had no reaction.

‘Maybe she needs some time alone’, he thought throwing himself at the mattress not even caring about taking off his boots.

‘Maybe he doesn’t want me’, that was what was in your insecure ass mind, everything was so good, so why couldn’t you just get over it.

You took your things from outside the cell and entered it, throwing you shoes anywhere and after jumping on the bed. This was the most comfortable bed you had had in months, but you felt there was no joy in it, if you weren’t sharing it… well at least he had his own mattress all alone somewhere. The exhaustion took your body and soon you drifted to sleep, but that didn’t mean it would be a good restorative night of sleep.

You were at the prison patio, the sky was cloudy and the air was sultry. Near the gates you saw a group of people, they were inside and had their back turned to you… but their silhouettes were so familiar… one of them wore a fisher hat and wasn’t very tall. “Dale? Is that you?” You asked, it just could be him, but how was it possible. Then they turned one by one…

Dale with his guts falling outside his stomach, a walker. Also, Amy, Jim, Jacqui, Sophia, Jimmy, Shane and Patricia. All of them walkers, even Amy, Jacqui, Dale and Shane that you knew there was no chance of being there. And then, contouring them, came a dog, a german Shepherd, your Luna and god… how you missed her! But she wasn’t her anymore, she had also become a walker version of herself. You didn’t even know if the animals could be affected, but you didn’t have time to care, because she ran in your direction and jumped on you.

You woke up sitting in the bed. You were sweating. A scream caught in your throat, unable to get out. That was better, you didn’t want to wake everybody up. One hand on your chest feeling a burning sensation you always woke up with when you had nightmares. The other hand on your mouth muffling your sobs. You were tempted about getting up and looking for Daryl’s arms, but you resisted the urge. He was the one that made you sleep alone. You weren’t thinking straight. It wasn’t that you never had nightmares sleeping with him, you still had them from time to time, but at least you were in his arms and felt protected. It didn’t let you sink in your intrusive thoughts.

After some time, you didn’t know how long after, you laid again in bed and tried to think about anything else else that wasn’t that nightmare. It would be good if you found the infirmary, you would complain if the library was still good and had good books, you’d love if you found some ammo…

You woke up with the sun touching your face, you felt as if you had been hit by a truck. Your body was painful and you were super sleepy. You put your shoes on, the gun in the holster, the knife on your waist and the crossbow across your body. You left the cell while you made your hair into a ponytail and walked to the stairs. Daryl was already up, he stopped everything when he saw you. You looked at him and remembered what you went through having to sleep by yourself. “Good morning.” You said, you were still a polite person after all, even angry at your boyfriend.

“ ‘morning pup.” He caught you when you passed by him, before you could finish descending the stairs. Both of his arms wrapped around you, he pulled your back against his chest and his face on your shoulder.

Ok. You were not understanding him at all. The day before he pushed you away, and now he’s all lovely to you. You inhaled, and delicately you took his hands from you and left his embrace and went down the stairs. He didn’t understand a single thing. You loved morning hugs, you needed them to start your day and he was there giving you that without caring if anyone would see and he would feel embarrassed, so why were you so cold?

You walked to the common area where most of the awake people were gathered, you didn’t have anything to eat, but it wasn’t any news. You saw Rick, wished him a good morning and hugged him. Ok, now Daryl was remembering every step he gave in the last months just so he knew exactly what he did wrong. “Your eyes are swollen, have you been crying?” Your brother asked, first time in a long time he noticed something about you.

“No, why would I? Just If I was too happy we have a decent bed to sleep after a long time.” You said, a tad bit of acid in your tone. Your brother knew better than pushing you, so he let it be. He looked at the archer, which he discovered to be a good friend after many months on the road, and Daryl’s eyes showed he was as clueless as him.

You soon start talking about going further in the prison and cleaning other places, finding new places and supplements. “ I’ll be very glad if we find the library!” You said getting a little bit excited just by thinking about having books to read it.

“Oh it would be fantastic!” Hershel agreed. “I haven’t found a single good book the whole time we were in the road.”

“Alright” Rick said after you finished talking about everything that you could find in the prison. “I think we can go.”

“Don’t go.” You heard Daryl by your side, a gentle hand on your upper arm.

“Why shouldn’t I, Dixon?” God, he was so screwed… now he knew he was the problem, you almost never called him Dixon, not even in a sweet playful manner. So he knew it.

“Ya don’t look good.” He tried again.

“Well, good thing I’m going to kill walkers and not to a fashion show.” You faked a sweet smile.

“Wha’s up with the attitude?” He asked, he himself already getting annoyed.

“Just, I’m tired of being left out. I’m no damsel in distress so you have to tell me all the time to stay behind. Also, I’m not staying to be ‘protected’ by a 12 year-old.” You finally took a breath between your words. “ ‘sides that you’re not my father, nor my husband to tell me what to do. Even if you were…”

“Are you two done?” Rick tried to intervene while everyone watched the discussion without understanding a single thing, just as lost as Daryl was.

“Shut up Rick, I’m not over.” Your brother’s eyes popped and he was ready to tell you off.

“Also, you are taking Hershel with you, an old man, but the idea of me going is so absurd! No offense Hershel, but you guys are taking our best doctor in a risky mission. And I should not go, because I don’t look good?!” You vomited facts all around that weren’t needed to be said, none of those people around you were the reason you were so pissed off. Maybe Rick, because he was always leaving you behind.

“Well, I ain’t sleeping with Hershel!” Daryl blurted out the sentence, losing his temper.

“Neither with me, apparently.” You retorted, and realization hit him.

“That’s why ya’re upset and causing an scene?” He threw at you.

“Upset? I was upset yesterday. Now, I’m angry.” You took a breath and just as if nothing had happened you told the others. “I’m waiting for you on the patio.”

You left and everyone stayed behind sharing looks and glances between them. Daryl grunted in frustration, god damn, he thought you wanted to be alone the day before, but in fact you probably understood he didn’t want to sleep with you.

“When you wanted relationship advices you should have asked Hershel, not me.” Rick patted his shoulder before leaving.

“Yeah, guess so.” Daryl mumbled under his breath.

“Son, you two need to communicate better.” Hershel said to him. “Also, be grateful you don’t sleep with me, I snore quite a bit.” The old man joked.

Daryl breathed one more time and looked around, his eyes landing on one of the bulletproof vests that you were able to find. He took it and his crossbow and left block C, joining you on the patio. He came in your direction holding the vest and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Hands up.” He said.

“I’m not wearing this shit. It’s heavy and I can hold myself well without it.” You said.

“Yes, you are if ya wanna go inside with us.” You laughed.

“And what are you going to do? Are you going to lock me up in a cell.” You teased.

“If ya continue to act like a fucking brat, yeah” he said. “Now put yer arms up. We’ll talk later. We suck at communication sometimes.”

“You two, stop it. We have work to do.” Rick told you, a finger pointed in your direction. “Watch duty for both of you tonight, and you better make up.”

You rolled your eyes and put your arms up, Daryl slid the vest through your arms and then adjusted it on your body. “Stay close, and dun do anything reckless, ‘kay? I ain’t protective ‘cause I think ya’re useless. It’s ‘cause…” ‘I love ya’, he completed in his mind. Why was it so easy to tell you while you were sleeping, but so difficult to say with you wide awake. “… I can’t lose ya.”

You really wanted to be mad at him, but you just couldn't. You almost broke when he back hugged you earlier, and now even if he called you a brat, and was even harsh, you just couldn’t when you saw his blue eyes soften on you. You had really been a brat, but who wouldn’t in your place? Rick retold all of you what you were supposed to do and reaffirmed you shouldn’t leave formation, and like this you entered the building.

It was very calm at first, no walking corpse on sight, but soon they started to appear, small groups of them, you killed one by one. You used the crossbow to stop them from coming closer, but when they did you’d use your knife. That was great until a group of them separated all of you. “fuck…” Where was everyone? You kept walking in the dark trying to avoid the walkers and killing them before they’d kill you.

You walked on your side trying to maintain your eyes everywhere until you knocked into something and almost panicked before discovering the something had arms and wrapped one around you and covered your mouth immediately so you didn’t scream. “Told ya to stay close.” Daryl whispered.

“I can guarantee, I didn’t separate from you on purpose.” You whispered as soon as he took his hand from your mouth.

You continued to walk together, till you reunited with the others and… the worst had happened. Hershel was bitten, god damnit! Couldn’t they just say no to the old man and have left behind? You were all cornered in a corridor when you found the cafeteria, without much thinking you all got inside and ran to Hershel’s aid.

You ripped the leg of his pants and looked at the bite. Fuck. Your doctor was bitten. You had to be the doctor. ‘Think fast! Think!’, you repeated it like a mantra inside your head, and then the idea hit you.

“A BELT! Someone give me a belt!” You commanded and Rick was fast to give you his. “I’m sorry Hershel, we have nothing to lose anymore, so I need to try this.”

You put the belt around his leg and restrained his blood from flowing. “Rick, you do it. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do it in one.” Rick took his hatchet and did what he had to cutting off the bitten part of Hershel’s leg. The doctor got unconscious, Maggie was despaired and blood was everywhere. Suddenly you heard a sound coming from the very end of the cafeteria, most of you aimed your weapons in the direction of the sound just to be met by 5 strange faces and none of them belonging to a dead person.

“Holy shit!” Exclaimed a ginger man.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

So this is a bunch of messy relationship drama, and I really don't know if I made the right move here.

I (19M) dated my ex-girlfriend (Anna, 19F) for nearly a year, June 21-July 22, until she cheated on me with Tom (18M), who she was with until early-mid July this year.

Tom hadn't known that me and Anna were still together when they first started sleeping together. He went to a different school to me and Anna, we never really hung out together, the main reason we would see each other was because our younger brothers are friends. He pulled me aside one day when I was picking my brother up from his, and came clean. Told me that he and Anna had been on a couple of dates, that they'd hooked up, and that Anna had told him that we were on a break. He said that my brother had mentioned something about me having Anna over, and realized he needed to talk to me about it. I was hurt and upset, and broke up with Anna. It also affected how I interacted with Tom, we can be civil to each other, but if one of us is at the other's house for our brothers, I won't spend any real amount of time talking to him like I had before.

I have (had?) a close friend, Becca (18F). We became friends after me and Anna broke up, but we aren't interested in a relationship. Becca is a lesbian, and I'm the only person she was out to. I felt so honored that she trusted me with that information.

But last week, I was home alone because my parents had taken my brother out of town, I had to stay behind because of work. I gave Becca a spare key for the week, so she could come over whenever she wanted to get away from her family.

I came home early from work one day, because we'd had to close due to an electrical fault. I heard noises coming from my room, and assumed Becca was there, watching tv or something. But she was having sex with Anna in my bed. I swore at them, mostly versions of 'What the fuck'. Once I was over my shock I asked about Tom, and Anna was instantly saying I couldn't tell him, that it wasn't a big deal. That he didn't need to know. I told them to get the hell out of my house and that I didn't want to see either of them again. I took the key back from Becca, and followed them out.

I drove over to Tom's and told him about what I'd seen. The thing is, he didn't know that Anna and Becca aren't straight, so I basically outed both of them by telling him what had happened. I know that Tom isn't homophobic, he has an older sister who is a lesbian that he is super close to. He was pissed about it, and thanked me for telling him.

I wasn't around for it, but I've heard that he confronted Anna about cheating on him, and said that I told him everything. He broke up with her over it. SInce this happened, I've been bombarded by Anna and Becca saying it wasn't my place to tell him, that I'm an asshole for outing them, that I put them in massive danger. I blocked their numbers, but they've come to my house and to my work about it.

I do feel bad about outing them, but Anna cheated, again. Tom had told me when she cheated on me, so I was just returning the favor. And I do feel betrayed by Becca because she was like my best friend. And she slept with my ex in my bed. I've been sleeping in the guest room since because I feel sick every time I go into my room.

so aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[aemondgirlfriend]

INVISIBLE STRINGS

Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister (OC)

Summary: Aemond Targaryen was known as a cold, cruel and frightening prince, but he wasn't like that. Aemond was affectionate, intelligent, obedient and loved his family, but mostly her. Alysanne Targaryen is Aemond's twin sister, but with a different appearance. She had hair like her mother Alicent's, but her eyes were the violet of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon running through her veins. Aemond Targaryen was cold, cruel and frightening, but not with her. What Alysanne wanted, he did. Because it was always her and always will be.

Chapters: 1;2;3;4;5

Rating: Explicit/+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Violence and explicit NSFW, third-person POV, bad language, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), use of fingers)

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is the first story I've posted on tumblr, so please take it easy on me.

Word Count: 796 (the others will be longer, I promise)

In 110 AC, Queen Alicent Hightower was about to give birth, yet another heir from her marriage to King Viserys Targaryen. It was a rainy day, completely closed and dark, and the people of King's Landing were not used to such weather. The noise of thunder mingled with the screams of the Queen who, with the help of the midwives, tried to make her baby come out as soon as possible. She had already given birth twice, but none of them had been as complicated as the one she was dealing with right now.

Alicent's screams were so loud the entire fortress could hear. One of her nurses held her hand while another wiped her forehead with a wet cloth. The Queen screamed one last time, and the next scream was followed by a cry, the child was born. A beautiful boy with silver hair and violet eyes, the characteristics of a true Targaryen. Alicent smiled in relief as she saw her baby being swaddled in a clean cloth and gathered him in her arms, a tear running down her red cheek. She felt better, but the relief didn't last long. Alicent felt a sharp pain in her belly, the same pain she felt when her water broke. She was having another baby.

The midwife returned to her previous position and one of the nurses took the little prince from the Queen's arms, cradling him so that he would not cry again. Alicent felt weak, and as much as she gave birth so easily, this time she felt like she couldn't take it. She took a deep breath and pushed again, her whole body shaking in ecstasy and weariness, clutching her mistress's hand and screaming again. As difficult as the queen thought it was going to be, the second baby came out faster than the first, a crying girl, a beautiful girl with violet eyes and brown hair like Alicent's, a Hightower trait. The midwife swallowed and wrapped the baby in another cloth, handing her to the Queen. She stared at the baby in shock, running her finger through the girl's smooth brown hair. A smile lit up the woman's face, knowing that even if her girl had the Hightower characteristics, she was a Targaryen, because only a true Targaryen had the violet eyes of the ancient valyria, and now it remains for us to know if she had something else, if she possessed the dragon's blood.

King Viserys was alerted of the birth of his children, and his face lit up when he heard that the Queen had given birth to twins. He walked into the room where Alicent was and smiled when he saw her feeding one of her babies. Viserys approached, his smile growing with each step, but it didn't last long, because when he saw the girl's brown hair, only one thought crossed his mind.

bastard.

He swallowed hard and stopped in front of his wife, the baby letting go of the breast and looking at her father for the first time, violet eyes shining. Viserys ran a finger down her full cheek, enjoying the color of her eyes.

“A girl, a beautiful girl.” he whispered, turning and kissing his wife's forehead.

“Viserys, about the hair…”

“Don't worry, my wife. I can see the violet eyes she has, and we all know this is a unique Targaryen trait.” he smiled, caressing her cheek. “And where is...”

Alicent looked back and with just one look had the wet nurse come over with the baby in her arms. Viserys took the boy in his arms, smoothing his silver strands, amazed at how different the twins were.

“They need names, I didn't want to decide before you did.”

The queen said tiredly, arranging the girl in her lap, she had her curious eyes wide open as if she understood her parents' dialogue.

“I have two names in mind.” he whispered, sitting down beside his wife “Aemond. It means he will be strong and someday a good leader. He will possess power, strength and wisdom. Aemond Targaryen.”

Little Aemond opened his eyes and yawned with his little mouth, his little hand gripping one of the King's fingers.

“And her…I thought of Alysanne. The first Alysanne was a good queen. She was kind and loved, just as our Alysanne will be.”

Alicent smiled and placed Alysanne beside Aemond, the two of them looking at each other. Aemond took his sister's small hand and Viserys chuckled. Aemond and Alysanne Targaryen, the twin heirs of Viserys and Alicent. The brothers who would give their lives to save each other. Two brothers who loved each other.

Two connected and pure souls.

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[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

seeing that they aren't that different, a middle ground started to form.

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–pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: kay so idk if i actually posted the last chapter as a photo post and it'd be so embarrassing if i did, but here's this mess of a chapter :') . fun fact, i also made a bunch of little doodles of drea hehe!! disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

“What the heck, Jaime?!” 

Milagro’s voice rang through his head, guilt slowly seeping into his stomach, his conscience reminding him that this was definitely not how he should’ve treated guests, or friends of his sister, in this case.

But she was no ordinary guest.

“Drea?” Jaime knocked as soon as he was out of his family’s view.

Clutter was all he heard from within the locked room, a frown appearing on his face as the water from the tap turned off instantly. In the next minute, Drea’s voice responded, muffled through the door.

“Yeah, uh, give me a minute.”

And so he waited, his back resting against the hallway until the click of the lock pulled him out of the trance, the male standing up straighter unconsciously.

“Sorry, you can use it now,” His guest muttered, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her.

His eyes widened at the faint red patch on Drea’s face and the paint was off, but a shade of pink remained. Simply, he assumed that she must’ve scrubbed a little too hard to remove the pigment from her tan skin. 

He felt strange with suddenly becoming so observant, but the shakiness in her voice was enough to give away how she was feeling. Her gaze was downcast, and her breathing slowed, her nails picking at the skin of her fingertips.

Before anything else was said, she began to walk away, and Jaime’s arm darted to her forearm, Drea’s eyes snapping up to meet his in fear and confusion. The remorse that rose in his stomach lurched into his throat, realising that he never wanted to be the cause of anyone’s fear… even for her.

“No, I just… I want to talk.”

He saw the hesitance in her eyes, and his hand dropped from her forearm instantly.

“Jaime, I’m not really in the mood–”

“I know that my behaviour towards you tonight has been extremely uncalled for, but I would really, really appreciate it if we could talk,” He interrupted, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Then I’m out of your hair when we’re done.”

Contemplating, she pursed her lips, teeth biting her cheeks in thought. After what felt like forever, she sighed in exhaustion, nodding reluctantly. 

“Okay, fine. But I prefer if we discuss it in private, I wouldn’t want to make your family uncomfortable with… whatever it is you want to talk about,” She huffed, her hand running through her ebony waves.

“If I get any sense that this conversation isn’t pleasant, and it’s just one more way for you to prove that I’m not welcome, I’m walking out.”

Quickly, Jaime nodded, hand darting to the back of his neck, scratching the nape nervously. 

“Yep… It’s fair enough,” He muttered before flicking his head in an unspecific direction. “Come on, I got a place for us to talk.”

For the voice to cause him all of this trouble, Khaji-Da was awfully silent throughout the entire interaction, watching Jaime clean up the mess the voice in his head caused with all the little doubts it stirred up.

Despite it all, Jaime was secretly thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the mess he almost caused to his sister’s friendship while silencing the alien’s voice simultaneously, and if anything, now would be the worst time for Khaji to step in.

He glanced back, seeing his neighbour stare at the darkened horizon in awe, her gaze fixated on the neon lights that came from the heart of the city. The corners of her mouth were upturned in the slightest that Jaime almost had to squint to spot it.

“The view you have here, it’s… wow.”

“Yeah, it’s something alright.”

A smile of his own grew, recalling all the times he would run up here when life got a little too tough. His mind darted to his late father, his throat closing up at the fondest of memories he shared, from the biggest of hugs, that were filled with pride and love, to his final heart-to-heart in the garden.

Quickly, Jaime cleared his throat, cutting everything off before it could spill over, like a glass filled to the brim with emotion. He turned to face Drea, the girl humming before sitting herself by his side.

“Uh… What’s up?” He asked a nervous smile on his face only to be replied with an expression that screamed ‘are-you-serious’ plastered across the woman’s face.

“Okay, that was actually pretty obvious,” Jaime sighed, Drea, crossing her legs as she shrugged.

“Just get to the point, Jaime.”

“Right.”

Taking in a deep breath, Jaime quickly exhaled, hands clasped as the woman across him rested her chin in her hand, elbow jutting into her thigh.

“You’re not human, are you?”

Instantly, she perked up, head leaving her hands and the panic in her eyes briefly returned before vanishing. A smile filled with false disbelief spread across her face, eyes suddenly unable to stay in contact with his.

“What? That’s insane, who told you that?”

“I know you’re lying,” Jaime let out softly. “Drea, I studied pre-law. I know when people are lying.”

His brows furrowed deeper, annoyance running through him as the alien in his head started to appear, suggesting various methods of torture to get a confession out of his neighbour. A grumble of annoyance escaped him as the said woman started up her ramble once more.

“And what does that have to do with anything? I mean that’s the most random thing I’ve ever heard. Me? Not being human? That’s… that’s wild–”

“Drea, I know you’re not human, and that’s because you saved me today!” Jaime snapped, and the frustration that bubbled within him finally exploded.

Silence replaced the once-tense atmosphere, and Drea’s eyes slowly morphed from confusion to a dawning of realisation. As the fact that he had practically revealed himself slowly began to hit, Jaime’s eyes widened in panic, waving his hands before him.

“I-I mean, of course, you would’ve saved me, I was in the city today,” A nervous smile grew on his lips.

“No way. By the time I got there, the streets were practically clear and a wreck, and the only person I saved was–”

“Blue Beetle,” Jaime sighed, a sly smile growing on his own. “But on the upside, I got a confession out of you.”

“Excuse me? You just revealed yourself to be Blue Beetle in front of me too!” 

Drea raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as Jaime froze up, hands rushing to slap the woman’s mouth shut. A hiss escaped him, eyes filled with worry. He glanced around left and right, glad to find that there was no one around.

“Don’t say it so loud– I admit it but just… quiet about it. Please?”

His eyes begged for mercy, hand still clasped over her mouth. Slowly she sighed, her own appendages wrapping around Jaime’s wrists. She pulled his hands away, passing a reassuring glance to the man.

“Jaime, it’s chill. I promise to not get you in trouble, but you gotta promise to do the same for me.”

Instantly, Drea lifted her finger up, her pinky hooking around Jaime’s. Initially frowning, Jaime soon interlocked pinkies and then nodded in agreement.

He glanced down at their joining point, the thumb of his hand brushing against the tiles of his roof. The stone tiles suddenly felt so cold against the warmth of her hands, and his hoodie just felt that little bit weaker against the cold of the night.

“A little cliché, but hey, whatever works for you,”

“Real classy, Jaime,” She huffed, pulling her hand away from his.

Instantly, he missed the warmth, the cold feeling much more severe than it did before they touched.

“You’re really warm,” He blurted, face flushing as soon as his mind processed what he’d said. “I mean, personality-wise. Definitely.”

“Spectacular rescue, Jaime,” He hissed in his mind, Khaji-Da’s silence feeling too loud for him to bear.

“Oh… okay, thanks, I guess,” She chuckled, her smile dropping briefly. “But I am warmer because one of my moms is a fire alien. You’re free to ask, just don’t blurt it out. Or I will hunt you down.”

He let out a laugh, a smile breaking out on his face, and it felt like his humour was contagious. Her smile slowly returned, joining him in their little duet of joy.

And there they sat for the next minute, wind ruffling their dark locks as they came to a mutual understanding, calm falling over their once-chaotic misunderstanding.

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[tlou-reid]

The Show Must Go On - Strawberry Wine

♡ DISCLAIMER: this story deals with heavy, dark, and triggering themes. warnings will be included on each chapter. this story is 18+, minors do not interact. (also i can not guarantee my timeline is exactly right but i am doing my best)

♡ DISCLAIMER: i am incapable of writing songs so reader's music will all be from noah kahan's stick season. songs used in each chapter will be linked at the beginning, and the character is inspired by the story he creates throughout the album.

♡ WARNINGS: reader is injured, mentions of a sister's death, sister got bit, if you haven't read the prologue you should to understand this chapter, ellie and reader being lil cuties, sadness, fluff, angst, kissing, lots of kissing

♡ fem!musician!reader x ellie williams

❥ prologue ❥ part one ❥ part two ❥ next part

You’d never been so excited to leave a bed. If getting up and being able to walk around the clinic felt like heaven, then leaving the clinic felt like being in heaven, dancing around, and eating ice cream. Your heart was pounding due to your excitement, and you were glad they took off the machine that was monitoring your heartbeat or you definitely would’ve been stuck here for a few more days. One of your friends from around Jackson, Marie, came to help you get all of your things back home and make sure you were all settled. You talked her ear off, barely letting her fill you in on all of the things you’d missed around town. She told you how one of the kids got into a fight with Seth, how there had been a group of looters who tried to get into the town, and how everyone had been missing your songs.

You weren’t sure if it was the excitement, the medicine they’d given you, or just the sentiment of being missed, but that last thing had made you emotional. Your eyes even started to well up with tears after Marie left as you thought about how they missed you. Your songs, your music, you. You meant something to this town. You finally belonged somewhere. You were safe. You were home.

You felt even more at home later when there was music flowing through your house and a group of people sitting on the floor with you. You, Marie, Ellie, Jesse, and Dina were all hanging out. You weren’t sure how it happened, but you were grateful to have them around. Going from a bustling clinic to a quiet house gave you a small feeling of whiplash, and left you uncomfortable in your house. This felt normal. You also weren’t sure how all of their schedules lined up so they could be with you, but you really didn’t want to ruin the moment by questioning it.

You and Ellie were sat next to each other, with your leg outspread into the middle of the group. You had it propped up, your foot outstretched onto a pillow and Ellie’s leg was rested comfortably underneath it. She could reach out and rest her hand against your thigh if she desired. It felt so domestic, as if you two belonged like that. Your heart had a nervous beat to it.

“It wasn’t like he was wrong,” Jesse explained, telling the story of the kid who got into a fight with Seth. The little boy had even kicked him in the shin. Jesse saw the whole thing. He had a way of being in the right place at the right time. “That doesn’t mean you can just go around and kick old men!” Dina laughed, leaning her head against Jesse’s shoulder. Ellie chuckled next to you. “That old bitch deserves it, that’s for sure,” Marie finished. All of you nodded in agreement

As the night came to a close, Ellie stuck around to help you clean up. You were exhausted after hosting, and your knee was really starting to hurt. She cleaned up the mess and helped you make it to your bed. She made sure you were lying comfortably before resting on the bed. She was just leaning against the side, barely putting her weight on it so she wouldn’t hurt you. “Are you okay?” Ellie asked, glancing around your room. It looked more homely with you in it. You slightly nodded, “I will be, eventually.” Ellie knew you were hurting. Even your voice sounded weak. “I’ll let you get some rest,” Ellie stood up fully, turning to make eye contact with you. She hesitantly leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. You hummed in response.

“Ellie,” you whispered into the room just as she was about to shut the door behind her. You weren’t sure if she’d heard you. But she did. She turned around to face you, “Yes?” she asked, sweetly. “Could you stay?” Your voice was, somehow, even quieter than before. Ellie still heard you, though. She was glad the lights were off so you couldn’t see the deep blush that set across her cheeks. A sweet smile spread across her face, “Uh, yeah, yeah I can.” You apologized to her, not wanting to disturb her night, but after so many days of having the hustle and bustle of the clinic, being alone seemed scary. She brushed you off, not even listening to your apology. She could barely hear it over the sound of her nervous heartbeat sounding off in her ears. Her hands started to get sweaty. Ellie had such a big crush on you, and here you were, asking her to stay the night and take care of you. She was nervous, but she would do anything you asked her to in a heartbeat.

Ellie was too nervous to accept your invitation to let her sleep in your bed with you and opted for the floor. You told her where your closet of blankets was and she made herself a comfy makeshift mattress on the floor next to you. Despite this, she had the best sleep of her life. As did you. Something about having Ellie there, just her presence, always made you feel so safe. You rested peacefully, happy to have her by your side.

The next morning, the only word Ellie could think to describe herself with was glowy. She was glowing as she folded up her blankets and put them back in the closet. She was glowing as she pressed a kiss to your sleeping forehead. She was glowing as she made her way into the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of you. Ellie wasn’t even thinking, it was just like second nature to her. There was something that made her want to take care of you without hesitation. She only woke you up when breakfast was done, and, even then, she felt guilty about it. She knew you needed rest, but she also knew you needed to eat.

You didn’t complain at all, in fact, you were happy to have woken up to breakfast. It wasn’t much, just some of the eggs Maria had given you, but it was the gesture that made your heart swell. As you ate, all you could think about was how happy you were to have Ellie around, and how much you didn’t want her to leave. “Any plans today?” Ellie interrupted your train of thought, not that you were complaining. You shook your head no, “Just lounging around. I can’t go on patrol and it still hurts to walk, or I’d go help Maria with the animals,” You sounded sad, but Ellie didn’t mention it, “How about you?”.

“I don’t really have anything to do today. I promised Joel I’d have dinner with him and Tommy tonight, though.” A comfortable silence filled the air for a little bit. It wasn’t until Ellie stood up to clean up her plate that it was broken. “You know I’m coming on your next patrol with you, right?” You let out a laugh at her question, “Why?”. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe her, you just thought her attitude about it was funny. “You would not have gotten hurt if you were with me,” she began, “so you’re not patrolling with any more idiots. No more idiots, and no more injuries, because you’ll be with me.” She was facing you now, with a teasing smile spread across her face.

“You’re my knight in my shining armor?” You asked, sarcastically, as you tried to get yourself up from the table. It was hard to put any weight on the knee where you’d gotten hit. Ellie was right by your side, helping you up. She mumbled a “clearly” as she did so, that sent both of you into a fit of laughter. Ellie helped you back to your room and, to her surprise, you asked her if she wanted to hang out today. She, of course, agreed.

All you could do was laugh as Ellie’s face scrunched up in the mirror, her hands poking at her elongated eyelashes. “Be quick taking that off!” you yelled as she rushed to the bathroom, “My mom always said expired makeup irritates your eyes!” You were clutching your stomach from laughing as she took off down the hallway, yelling a “fuck you” over her shoulder.

It had been like this all day. Just playing with the massive amounts of clothes you had stored in your closet and the small makeup collection you’d found over the years. You hadn’t had anyone to share these interests with since you left your ex and lost your sister. You were so grateful that Ellie let you indulge in these interests, but also so sad that your sister wasn’t around to do it anymore.

You closed up the pink eyeshadow palette your sister had loved and reached for your guitar. Tears started to fall as you strummed the chords of a song you’d played so many times. Whenever you missed your sister this was how you communicated with her. How you remembered her. How you told her you loved her

Ellie was walking back to the room when she heard you start to play. She propped herself against your door frame and watched as you started to sing.

“Darling, speak to me but don’t you say a word. Light a cigarette, I’ll watch as it burns Remember telling me that you thought you were cursed? I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.”

Ellie wanted to rush over and wipe away the tears from your cheeks. She wanted to press kisses where they dried and hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. She didn’t know what, or rather, who, you were singing about, but she knew she wanted to take away all the pain you were feeling from you. She would deal with all of it, if that meant you were okay.

“If I could lose you, I would We buried your bones in plywood If I could lose you, I would We buried your bones in plywood."

Your voice began to shake as you went into the pre-chorus and chorus.

“I said love is fast asleep on a dirt road, with your head on my shoulder. Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have. Those things I miss but know are never coming back. For you, darling, for you. No thing defines a man like a love that makes him soft and sentimental, Like a stranger in the park, for a few moments, I see you.”

Your tears were really coming down at this point. Ellie’s face was scrunched up at your pain, wanting to take it all away. The next few lines had her holding back tears as well. 

“If I was empty space and you were a formless shape, we’d fit. But love leaves little runaway and every time we run straight over it. If I was empty space and you were a formless shape, we’d fit. But love leaves little runaway and every time we run straight over it.”

She listened intently as you vocalized the best you could with tears streaming down your face. As soon as you put the guitar down, she was moving to pull you into an embrace. You gripped her arm that was around your chest as you finished crying. Ellie’s quiet murmurs of how it was going to be okay, and small shushes started to relax you. Ellie didn’t feel the need to ask what it was about. Part of her knew you were singing about the loss of your sister. Part of her didn’t care what you were singing about.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to stutter out after a few minutes. You reluctantly moved yourself away from her, bringing your hands up to wipe away your tears. You shuffled around to face her. It took a minute, due to your injured leg, but she waited patiently. When you two made eye contact, she was reaching out to hold your cheeks. With nothing but her eyes, she was asking if you were okay. You gave her a small nod. “What we were doing,” you said with a heavy breath and gestured to the makeup and clothes strewn about the room, “I haven’t done since my sister-” you stopped yourself. You weren’t sure how to end that sentence. What happened to your sister? Was she killed? Was she infected? Did she turn? You weren’t sure.

Ellie’s eyes widened, encouraging you to continue. “Since my sister died.” The air was heavy around you two. Ellie’s eyes never left yours. She could see the tears welling up again, as you continued to speak. “She got bit. I wasn’t around to protect her and she fucking got bit. My, uh, my ex-girlfriend was with her. She killed her.” Silence fell over the room again. You wanted to scream, cry, punch something, just do something about what happened to your little sister. But you couldn’t. It was too late.

You did your best to focus on Ellie’s cold hands pressed against your face. She was bringing you back down, helping you calm down. The tears slowly subsided. Ellie began to whisper out an apology, but you were quick to cut her off. “Please don’t be sorry, I needed this.” Despite it all, you were happy to be able to do this with Ellie. You knew your sister would have loved her. You weren’t sure how, but your lips curled up in a small smile. Your eyes moved to Ellie’s lips. She was so close to you.

Ellie’s breath hitched. She felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Before she could do anything about it, you were pressing your lips onto hers. Her eyes widened in surprise, before closing. Her heart sped up as she kissed you back.

You both pulled away after a few seconds. You two started at each other for a minute, taking in what just happened. You were the first to move, letting a deep laugh erupt from your chest. Ellie’s cheeks went red. Were you laughing at her? She grew anxious, until you were reaching forward to kiss her again. And again. And again. Ellie felt like she was floating when you pulled away for the final time. Her voice was caught in her throat as you asked her if that was okay. All she could do was nod. You laughed at how quickly her head moved.

“I have a gift for you,” you proclaimed, breaking the silence. You pointed to where your journal was on your desk, and she reached from her spot on the floor to get it for you. Ellie watched with intent as you flipped through to a specific page. You ripped it out, being careful not to mess it up. “I know you have to leave for dinner soon,” Ellie nodded at your words, but her smile fell at the reminder. She didn’t want to leave yet, not after what just happened.

“But, I obviously want to see you again,” you chuckled, handing her the page you ripped out, “A friend of yours told me you like to draw. This is a song my mom wrote and I’ve always had such a clear picture of what the words look like, if that makes sense.” You were growing nervous, not wanting to weird Ellie out. You didn’t know that there was nothing you could do that would keep Ellie from showing up at your doorstep again. “I want you to draw it.”

Ellie’s eyes quickly read over some of the words. “I’m drinking my days with the coastal longshoreman”, “Collect every dream in these old empty pockets”, and “It’s not halloween, but the ghost dressed up as you sure knows how to haunt” were just a few that caught her attention and sparked inspiration. “I’d love to,” Ellie assured you, looking up at you again. Her eyes fell on the clock behind you. She needed to be at dinner in 10 minutes.

“I’ve gotta head out,” she started as she pushed herself to stand up. She helped you do the same. “I’ll bring the drawings by when I’m done,” she said once you were both standing. You hobbled to the door with her so you could say goodbye. When you reached it, Ellie turned around and pressed one last kiss to your lips. She said goodnight as she walked down the steps on the porch. She turned around and waved before taking off towards Tommy’s. She had to remind herself to thank Dina for snitching about her doodles.

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie wiliams blurb #ellie williams x y/n #tlou x you #tlou imagine #tlou x reader #tlou blurb #the show must go on #Spotify

[unreadpoppy]

Galatea's background

Because I reorganized some stuff I decided to finally write down Galatea's back story into a post. It's gonna be bullet points because I don't have energy for paragraphs right now.

BEFORE

Her father was human noble from Cormyr and her mother was a sun elf. Her family didn't approve of the marriage but they went with it anyways.

The couple struggled to conceive, after years of trying.

One of their servants over hears them talking about their struggles and offers help. She tells them to meet with this 'healer', promising that she'll have the solutions to their problems.

They meet with this 'healer' and she tells them of a ritual they could perform, a offering to some fertility god, and they'd be blessed with a child.

They do the ritual and she gets pregnant.

Baby is born and it's a tiefling. No one is happy. The baby is named Galatea. Of all family members, her grandmother (on mother's side) is the one who apparently hates her the most.

CHILDHOOD

Galatea doesn't have a lot of friends, and most of her family members seem to resent her. Her parents are slighlty less cold, but there's still this air of uneaseness to them.

To make herself feel less lonely, she starts playing with her imaginary friend, the Shadow Man.

The Shadow Man is literally a shadow in her room in the shape of large, horned man, who doesn't talk but plays with her by interacting with the objects in her room. She considers him her only friend.

When she's 10, her mother gets pregnant again, and this time, a beautiful half elf daughter is born, whom they named Briseidas.

Galatea gets very upset at all the attention that her younger sister is getting, and that's when she starts manifesting magic. At the same time, the Shadow Man begins to talk, encouraging her to use more of her magic.

Eventually tho, Galatea warms up to her sister and they do form a bond, becoming inseparable.

ADULTHOOD

Years had passed, and Galatea's grandmother was getting very agitated over the fact that she hadn't married yet. The main problem is the marriage proposals keep getting turned down by either Galatea herself, or possible suitors.

Also, the more that Galatea uses her sorcery powers, dark marks start to show up on her neck. She tried to cover it up with makeup but it didn't work. The Shadow Man tells her to not be ashamed.

Eventually her family sees this. They try to clean her, but seeing that it wasn't dirt or paint, her parents finally decide it's time to tell the truth.

They tell her grandmother about the ritual. Then, a research is conducted and they track down both the servant and the 'healer'.

They reveal that both of them were in service to a devil and the ritual the parents performed was actually a deal - they'd have a child, but that child would forever be marked by that devil and this is why Galatea was born a tiefling.

And yes, the shadow man is the devil .

After discovering this, her grandmother sends her away to a monastery that is in a very isolated island, so that she will no longer be a problem to the family.

While on the boat, due to her anger, Galatea's magic ends up causing an explosion of sorts (like a ball of energy) and everyone but her dies. She decides to then jump into the waters cause there's nothing else for her to do.

She gets found by a ship of wannabe-pirates and ends up travelling with them for awhile. Because of her powers over the elements, especially thunder and lightning, they nickname her 'Storm Witch.' Also, she gets into a brief relationship with the captain.

During that time, Galatea adopts the surname 'von DeWilde'.

Eventually, Briseidas, with the help of a cleric, sends her a sending message, telling her she now lives in Baldur's Gate with her husband and asking Galatea to go visit her.

Galatea starts living with her sister and brother in law. It's while living there that she gets tadpoles and the events of the game begin.

#oc: galatea von dewilde #lore post of my own oc i think

[tigerlilla]

the babysitter trap

a mitsuya x reader fanfic

part one of five /// ch 2

no tw apply

takashi mitsuya lives in the apartment down the hall from you with his two younger sisters. mitsuya’s babysitter cancels at the last minute and he’s left begging you to watch the girls. you slowly fall in love with luna and mana, all while someone else is falling for you.

dance baby dance!!!!

“luna!” you gasp as you look at the total mess she made in the kitchen. “your brother is going to kill me.”

“no he won’t,” the girl says confidently, “he likes you way more than the other sitters.”

“that doesn’t mean he won’t be upset that i let you get pancake batter on the ceiling,” you sigh.

the girl with pigtails giggles.

“go help your sister get cleaned up while i take care of this mess,” you groan.

you get to work on cleaning the kitchen, placing the bowls and spoons in the sink, wiping down the countertops.

“first month on the job and i already messed up,” you mutter under your breath.

three weeks ago, takashi mitsuya came down the hall to your apartment and begged you to watch the girls while he was gone. apparently their old babysitter had canceled and a kidnapper was on the loose. you hesitantly agreed. you had come to like the mitsuya sisters; they’d talk to you in the lobby and help fold your clothes when you were in the laundry room at the same time. they were sweet girls, too young to be left alone with a kidnapper taking kids left and right.

at least, that’s how you justified it to yourself. it’s not that you were lonely and really desperate for human interaction, even if it was with girls under the age of 13.

you said it was a one time deal, you’d just watch the girls for one night. soon that one night, turned into two nights, and then turned into walking them home from school, and then turned into staying with them after school and putting them to bed when mitsuya got home late, which was essentially every day.

“y/n,” mana said, grabbing your sleeve.

you turned to her, “yes, mana?”

“we don’t have school tomorrow so can we stay up and play dance dance?” mana asked, eyes glued on the floor.

you placed your finger under her chin and gently pushed her face up so her eyes met yours. “did your sister put you up to this?” you whispered.

mana shook her head.

“are you telling me the truth?” you ask. “i’m more likely to let you stay up if you’re honest with me.”

mana’s lower lip quivered.

“luna! get in here!” you yelled.

luna came skipping into the room, stopping when she saw your face.

“did you coerce your sister into asking me to let you stay up?”

luna cocks her head, “i don’t know what that means, course?”

“co-erce, it means to pressure someone into doing something, almost forcing them to do it.”

“oh,” luna pouts, “not really, then. mana told me she wanted to show big bro the dance we’ve been playing, so i told her to ask you if we could stay up until he got home and play.”

“aw,” you coo. “ fine! you can both stay up, but you’re never making pancakes for dinner again, luna. how did you even get batter all the way over here?”

“big brother can flip the pancakes all the way to the ceiling,” mana chimes in.

“yeah, he throws them up super high!” luna giggles, eyes wide.

“i’m starting to wonder if he’s a bad influence,” you grin. “actually, i probably shouldn’t be letting you anywhere close to a hot pan.”

“you’re kinda a bad babysitter, y/n,” luna says, looking suffocatingly adorable.

you gasp.

“but i like it!” luna rushes to finish.

“you are such a little brat!” you laugh, tickling the girl.

luna laughs and tries to push you away. mana cheers you on.

you stop torturing (tickling) luna. suddenly you stand up, “your brother should be home in an hour, but your dance is looking pretty rough-“

“y/n!! that’s so mean,” luna whines.

“meanie!” mana pouts.

“but, i can help you practice,” you wiggle your eyebrows at them.

the girls’ expressions shift.

“yeah!” mana shouts.

“alright, soldiers, line up!” you yell.

the girls line up in front of the tv, their hands at their eyebrows in a fake salute.

you turn on the gaming system, switching to the dance game they love so much.

“we’ll do this until we get 100 percent accuracy,” you shout, putting on your sternest expression.

“yes, captian!” the girls salute.

—

“shh!” mana whisper-shouts as mitsuya unlocks the apartment door. luna’s giggles escape her hand over her mouth.

mitsuya opens the door and flips on the lights.

“surprise!” the girls scream and jump up from behind the couch. you watch with a smile from the kitchen.

“woah, i thought you guys would be in bed,” mitsuya smiles, scooping mana up in his arms.

“y/n let us stay up late so we could see you when you got home,” luna giggles, clinging on to her brother’s leg.

“that was nice,” mitsuya glances at you, his pretty smile catching you off guard.

“we wanna show you something!” mana says, bouncing in her brother’s arms.

“y/n!” luna says, turning to you in excitement.

you’re already at the tv, turning on the game and selecting their favorite song.

“i have total faith in you, soilders,” you nod to them.

the girls quickly go to their places in front of the tv, smiling up at their big brother. they give you a nod.

you laugh as they dance through their practiced routine, jumping onto each others mats halfway through, bobbing their pigtails. you steal a few glances at mitsuya, the way he beams at the girls, his love oozing out.

his voice brings you back to reality, “100 percent accurate? good job, my girls! i’m so proud of my little dancers,” he plants a kiss on each of their foreheads.

“y/n helped us! she knows all the moves! she’s so good!” luna says, tugging on mitsuya’s pants. he’s in his toman uniform. it’s like looking at an oxymoron; the way he looks at his sisters and the blood on his boots.

“brother!” mana gasps, “can you play with us?”

“we’ll teach you all the moves,” luna adds.

“i don’t think i’d be very good at it,” mitsuya says, plopping down on the couch. “why don’t i just watch you two play?”

“mkay,” mana says, turning back to the game.

you bittersweetly smile at the three of them; the exhausted big brother, the worried younger sister, the littlest who pretends she doesn’t notice the bruise under her brother’s eye.

maybe that’s why you agreed to watch the girls; you hated the way mitsuya’s handsome face had grown weary, you hated the way luna looked so sad all the time, you hated the way mana could lose her innocence in a split second.

you grab your bag from the kitchen, pushing aside your worried thoughts. it wasn’t your business, you needed to let it go.

you wave to the girls, a big smile plastered on.

“can’t you stay?” luna asks, a frown on her cute face.

“you girls wore me out,” you sigh, still smiling. “i need my beauty sleep.”

“that’s for sure,” luna mutters, grinning mischievously at you.

“luna!” mitsuya scolds, “apologize.”

“and i even let you stay up late,” you dramatically sigh, setting your bag next to the floor. luna giggles, knowing what’s coming next. you charge towards the girl, easily yanking her towards you, tickling her sides, her weakness.

“stop! stop!” she gasps in between laughter. “i won’t be mean anymore, i swear.”

“i’ve never met a 12 year old with more attitude,” you say, continuing to tickle her.

mana laughs, running over to join in on tickling her sister. mitsuya watches from the couch, an amused expression on his face.

you finally stop tickling luna. “i’ve got you twice in one day. i’m beginning to think that maybe you like being tickled.”

“that’s not true at all,” luna giggles, shaking her head.

“mhm,” you smile. “goodnight, cutie,” you hug mana. “and goodnight, my favorite brat,” you wink at luna.

mitsuya laughs, it’s a noise you’ve never heard from him before.

“goodnight, mr. mitsuya,” you nod.

“please, call me takashi,” he stands up. “let me walk you home.”

“oh no, i just live at the end of the hall,” you counter.

“there might be bad guys in the hallway, y/n,” luna says seriously. mana nods in agreement.

takashi closes the door behind you. “it was really nice to see the girls so happy today. thank you.”

“it was completely luna’s idea,” you reply, walking slowly to your apartment.

“still, i really appreciate it. they’re a lot happier with you around.”

“i’m glad,” you smile.

you walk in silence, the sound of mitsuya’s boots echoing in the hallway.

“i hope you’re okay,” you say softly, almost hoping he doesn’t hear you.

his shoulders tense.

“sorry, i overstepped.”

“no,” takashi says, his voice even, “you didn’t. there’s been a lot going on. i know my absence has been affecting the girls.”

“luna notices your bruises and cuts, the blood on your boots. i think you should talk to her. she’s scared… takashi.”

you stop at the door to your apartment.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be weighing in on your life. goodnight,” you say, twisting your key in the lock.

mitsuya’s voice stops you, “you’re right. thank you, i’ll talk to her.”

“of course,” you smile softly, ignoring the way your stomach feels when you look at his sad eyes. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams.”

#takashi mitsuya #luna mitsuya #mana mitsuya #mitsuya x you #mitsuya imagines #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya tr #mitsuya fluff #mitsuya #mitsuya x y/n #tokrev mitsuya #mitsuya scenarios #multichapter #gender neutral reader #single dad mitsuya #fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokrev #tokyo revengers #no spoilers #slow burn #drabble

[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Forty

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count: ~2200

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Eva watched Horacio key into the apartment with her mouth pulled down into a frown. This trip felt far longer than the last, even though it was half the distance. At every turn, they were met with delays. A layover that almost caused them to miss their connecting flight, a run-in with customs, and a terribly irate taxi driver who took the turns too fast. It was as if the very universe wanted to keep them out of Mexico.

The hit of the air conditioning across her face was very, very welcome. Eva sighed as she followed Horacio inside and set her bags down next to the door. Her shoulders dropped from where they felt perpetually shrugged up near her ears. The sweat on her brow evaporated, taking all the discomfort with it.

She toed off her shoes and closed the door. Then, she took a look around.

It was...nice.

She guessed.

The walls were freshly painted and the furniture was new. Some artwork dotted the area, like the kind she might find in a hotel. The décor was all clean lines and sharp, shining metal. As if the room was trying to project an air of sophistication that it definitely did not have.

Horacio opened the fridge, “We have groceries.”

“Do we have alcohol?” Eva replied in a wry tone.

He leaned down and plucked a bottle from the shelf, “We do.”

“Thank God,” she sighed, “I have needed a drink for at least four hours.”

“Only four?” Horacio asked as he popped the top off two bottles.

“I was being generous.”

“Oh? I couldn’t tell.”

She rolled her eyes and took the bottle from him, drinking deep, “Do you think that driver actually had a license? Because I have doubts.”

One side of his mouth lifted, “Should I call the union?”

“You think they have a union?”

A shrug, “Its possible.”

“We’ll call them in the morning,” Eva drawled as she dropped onto the couch, “I’m too tired to deal with customer service.”

Horacio sat down next to her, “You didn’t have to come with me. You know that, right?”

Eva cut him a look, “Yes, I did.” A pause and a sigh, “I’m not having this argument again.”

He leaned his head back against the couch. Eva felt his had reach for hers and looked down to see their fingers threaded together.

“Its only for a few weeks,” Horacio muttered, sounding tired.

“I know.”

He looked at her, “I mean it.”

“I know.”

Horacio pushed from the couch with a soft grunt and pointed at her beer, “Finish that, and we’ll see if the bed is any good.”

Three hours and one desperately needed nap later, Horacio was warming tortillas in a pan while Eva plated the rice and vegetables at the island behind him. The bed was...fine. Serviceable. But, she missed their bed at home. Missed that it smelled like them. Missed the warmth of the comforters and the low drone of the fan Horacio insisted had to run at full speed throughout the night.

A knock stopped her hands from throwing the serving spoon back into the pot. As far as she knew, they weren’t expecting visitors. Horacio flicked off the stove top and went to answer it. Eva watched him the whole way, fingers squeezing the handle.

Javier’s face was not exactly smiling when Horacio opened the door, but it didn’t have the usual glare. He greeted Horacio with a firm hug and a pat on the back. To Eva, he sent a nod and something that was very nearly a smile. She returned it and went to get another plate.

There was no dining room in the apartment. The three of them ended out hunched over the coffee table so they could eat. Between bites, the conversation went through the motions of catching up on each other’s lives.

Javier listened to Horacio talk about buying the house, about his promotion, about the bullshit levels of paperwork that came with that new position. He asked how Eva was adapting and seemed genuinely concerned when she talked about how hard it was for her to get a job.

“Why isn’t she working for you?” he jerked his chin at Horacio.

He shrugged, “She could, if she wanted.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “No, thanks. I’ve had enough police work to last a lifetime.”

“The woman has a point,” Javier asserted with a careless toss of his head.

“Thank you,” she replied, primly. The conversation paused for a moment, and Eva decided that they had delayed long enough, “So, what’s the plan?”

Both men looked at her with narrowed eyes, as if she’d broken some kind secret agreement to dance around the topic for a while longer. Eva lifted her brows at them and waited.

Javier dropped his napkin onto the table and took a long swig of his beer, “I’ve got a man on the inside who is willing to let us do transport. I told him we’d need to be conspicuous, but that we would protect the product.”

Eva cast her mind back to their first few meetings. She set aside the razor sharp nerves and the desperate fear that she would be found out so that she could think about what Josh might be thinking. Planning. Scheming.

“That’s good,” she said, eventually. “Josh already thought you were in the business of getting drugs across the border.”

A nod, “Exactly. We’ll do a few laps around town, draw his attention, and then let him come to us.”

Eva could only imagine what that might entail. She kind of looked forward to observing it all from a distance.

Horacio leaned his arms on his knees, “Its not a very complicated plan, but I think it will work.”

“What if,” she began, with hesitation, “he doesn’t come for you, himself? What if he sends someone else?”

Josh wasn’t in the habit of putting himself in the line of fire, so to speak. That was Alexei’s job. And, with the Russian dead, Eva thought he might be even more careful.

“He’s been looking for Diego a long time,” Javier said, “I think its a pretty good bet that he would want to confront him, man to man.”

Eva laughed, “You don’t know m—.” She cut herself off, having almost referred to Josh as her husband. He wasn’t. Not anymore. “You don’t know him. He won’t want to get his hands dirty.”

“Rage can make a man do things he wouldn’t, normally.”

“Are you sure he is enraged?”

“His whole life got blown up,” Javier said, “We took everything from him.”

She fixed him with an even look, “Yeah, but he got it back.”

“What?”

“He got it back,” she repeated, “The house, the money, the schmoozing with bureaucrats? That was just a hobby. What Josh loved was the work. The chemistry. He’s already doing that, now. Or, so I’ve heard.”

Javier was silent for a few seconds, mouth pursed into an ‘o’. Then, “What do you think we should do?”

The tone of his voice was soft, but he clearly wanted an answer. Eva sat back a little and thought about it. There were a lot of options, most of them so complicated that it would definitely extend the timeline Horacio promised her. She wanted to get back to Colombia as soon as possible. If they took the next plane out of the country, it wouldn’t be soon enough. But, how? How, how, how?

“You need to dangle something he thinks he owns in front of him. Something he will want to get back.” Here she paused and added, with emphasis, “personally.”

Javier drew back, “The fuck does that mean?”

Eva picked up her beer, “You said you took everything from him. He got the thing he cares most about back. The only thing he would even want is…”

It was a foolish thought.

A stupid, foolish thought.

Horacio leaned towards her, “Is?”

Eva looked at him, took in the warm brown of his eyes and that way he hadn’t yet tamed the curls that fell over his brow. He looked a bit like he did when they woke up in the morning. Sweet. Adorable.

“Me.”

All the warmth faded from Horacio’s eyes, “You?”

It was a question, but felt like an accusation.

She felt a small stab of insecurity about what she was about to say, but pushed on, anyway. “Yes. Me.” A breath, “I was property to him. A tool he used to do business. I can tell you that getting his operation off the ground here in Mexico was a hell of a lot harder without me to figure out the logistics and manage the money.” Eva looked at them both, in turn, “He’s going to want his tool back.”

Eva did not say the other half of her explanation. There wasn’t a need to remind him that there was something else Eva represented for Josh. That he had plans for her. It would have only pissed Horacio off, and she needed him to agree with her.

“No.”

Eva cut Horacio a glance, “No?”

“That’s right. No.”

Javier reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “She could be right.”

Horacio’s lip curled, “I didn’t spend almost a year getting you away from him to let you put yourself back in his hands.”

“Let me?”

Hearing the venom in her tone, Javier stood and gestured towards the door, saying that he was going out for a smoke. Eva rose and began gathering the plates in an effort to stem off some the energy that came with her anger.

Horacio, to his credit, realized his mistake almost immediately, “You said you weren’t going to get involved.”

She had said that. At the table over dinner. On the plane. In the cab. She’d said it over and over, knowing that it was a lie. Deep down, Eva’s motivations were more complicated than simply wanting to be by Horacio’s side while he tried to take down Josh for the second time.

“And,” she replied, “You said that this would only take a few weeks.”

He followed her into the kitchen, “It will only take a few weeks.”

Eva scraped the plates clean and set them next to the sink, “You and I both know that’s not true.”

Horacio turned on the water and plugged the sink. While he squirted soap into the basin, he said, “I didn’t know you were an expert in covert operations.”

He didn’t often speak to her with that kind of sarcasm and it made Eva bristle. Nearly seven years of marriage was enough to give her an advantage over just about anyone in the world. When it came to Joshua Moore, she was content expert, and she didn’t appreciate the dismissal in his tone.

“Really?” she sneered, “Because I seem to remember that it took you months to even get Josh’s attention last time.”

She set the dishes in the sink and stepped aside so that he could grab the sponge. Horacio squeezed more soap onto it and picked up the first dish to scrub away the remnants of dinner. “That was planned,” he asserted. “We didn’t want to scare him.”

“Sure.”

He cast her a glare, “He’ll take the bait faster, this time.”

Eva took the clean plate from him and grabbed a towel to dry it, “Or, he’ll send someone to take the bait for him and you’ll end out shot in the back on the street.”

Horacio scoffed, “He’s not that much of a coward.”

“Yes he is!”

He was quiet while he cleaned the next two plates, dutifully handing them to her. Then, he reached down and pulled the plug, “What if he shoots you in the back?”

Eva finished drying the last plate and sighed, “He won’t. If anything, he’ll want to flaunt that he has me back right in front of you before putting a bullet in you. Gloat. Just like you said.”

They stood in front of the sink while water slowly gurgled down the drain. Eva could admit that they were both right, in their own way. And, they were both just stubborn enough to reach an impasse in the argument.

The door opened and Javier peeked around it, “Uh, everything okay?”

Eva shot him a brittle smile, “Everything is fine.” Then, to Horacio, “When you go out parading around town, I’ll go with you. Let him think that you’re using me the same way he did. That will enrage him. That will get him to confront you, man to man.”

Later, while Horacio was asleep. Eva sat on the couch with a beer. In the darkness, she stared out the apartment window to the street. It was quiet, far more quiet than she expected in such a populated city.

Eva drained the bottle and went to throw it in the trash. Then, she padded through the apartment and into the en suite bathroom. With the door closed, Eva flicked on the lights and reached for her carry on bag.

She set it on the counter and pulled open the zipper. Hands spreading two sides apart, Eva stared down at the only thing that mattered inside. The metal gleamed in the light, drawing her gaze down the barrel. The magazine was mixed in with her perfumes and there were extra bullets in her suitcase.

It didn’t really matter to Eva what Horacio had planned for Josh, once they got him in custody.

There was only one way this was going to go for him.

#shadow and veil #narcos #horacio carrillo #carrillo #maurice compte #au #A/B/O dynamics

[harlowcomehome]

I feel like jade would cry on her first day of school cause she misses her family 🥺(preschool)

“Jades first day.”

Jade had just turned three, meaning she was going to be starting preschool. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit how much it hurt you to enroll her in school. Jack suggested it, you did the same with Hazel and it helped her socially and helped you and him have more time when it came to your busy work schedules. You knew overall it would be the best thing for her, but you still felt bad about it.

It was the night before preschool started for Jade. Hazel was really good at comforting her little sister, letting her know that preschool was going to be fun and telling her that she was going to make friends.

“I made lots of friends there Jadey Wadey, you’ll love it” Hazel giggled as the two of them colored in their own coloring books at the table.

“I don’t wanna go” Jade mumbled “I’m scared.”

“It’ll be okay sissy, I was scared too!” Hazel handed her a crayon.

You felt bad, knowing she was going to take it a lot harder than Hazel did. You looked over at Jack with a pout and he shook his head, walking over to you and holding you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned into his chest and sighed, you both stood there still watching your two babies interacting.

“I worry about Jade” you sighed “she’s not like Hazel.”

Jack hummed “ you worried about her being shy?”

You nodded, “of course, I was shy like her. It’s awful” you sighed “ and I know she doesn’t understand what’s going on, and she’s going to cry and I’m going to feel like such a bad parent.”

“If she can handle this life, she’ll be fine” Jack motioned around but you knew what he meant and nodded.

“We got this babe” he kissed your cheek, you looked up at him “promise?”

“Always” he smiled “and if it goes bad, we can cry in the car together” he laughed and you did too “deal Harlow, deal.”

Jack let go of you, giving you a quick kiss before announcing to the girls that it was bedtime.

“I don’t have school until Wednesday” Hazel argued.

Jack gave her a stern look and that was enough for her to start cleaning up, helping Jade gather her crayons up as well.

You both helped the girls get ready for bed and then tucked them in. You both sat on the edge of Jades bed explaining to her that she’d be going to school tomorrow.

“Can Hwazel go with me?” She asked, as she peeked over the top of her blanket.

“No baby bug, Hazel has to get ready for her own school in a few days” you moved her hair out of her face.

“I’m scared” Jade sniffled.

“I know Jade” Jack sighed “remember when we went to the park and you were scared to get on the swing?”

Jade thought for a minute, nodding back at her dad, you were unsure if she was following or not.

“But after you got on the swing you didn’t want to leave?” She giggled, you knew she was following now “yeah daddy!”

“Preschool is like that swing, it’s scary at first but you’ll grow to love it!”

“You think so?” Jade looked at the both of you, “we know so” you both said together, giving her a kiss and plugging her nightlight in as you turned her room light off.

The two of you were exhausted getting into bed, “how did you think that fast about the swing story?” You laughed, wiping the remainder of your makeup off your face.

“I have been a dad for some time now” he laughed pretending to dust his shoulders off, making you giggle.

“You continue to surprise me you know that?” You laughed, crawling into bed. “I try to keep things spicy” he laughed, giving you a lingering kiss.

“Yeah sure Mr. Spicy, put your retainer in” you giggled and turned off the light next to you.

The next morning went exactly how you feared, Jade cried the entire time you were getting ready for school. Hazel tried her best to be helpful, which you appreciated but you were extremely overwhelmed.

“Hazel, can you see if daddy needs help with breakfast?” Your tone was stern, she could tell you were getting frustrated. Hazel nodded, meeting Jack in the kitchen “mommy has her mean voice on, I’d stay clear of the bathroom right now” Hazel warned, earning a high five and a laugh from her dad.

Jack pulled out the pancake mix, earning an excited squeal from Hazel. “Chocolate chips? Hazel said excitedly, and Jack laughed “of course!”

You emerged from the bathroom, both you and Jade crying. “I don’t wanna go” Jade screamed, wiping her eyes and tugging on one of her pig tails. You lightly grabbed her hand “Jade, stop pulling on your hair or we’ll have to do it again” Jade sniffled looking over at Jack with a pout.

“Oh baby bug” he reached out for her and she leaned over for him to grab her.

“I’ll make the pancakes” you sighed, and Jack nodded sitting down on the couch with Jade.

You opened the mix, pouring the contents into the bowl, trying to hide a cry. Hazel walked over to you handing you the chocolate chips and giving you a hug. You hugged her back “I love you Hazey girl” you sniffled “I love you too. But don’t cry mommy, you’re doing the right thing.” You smiled down at Hazel who was looking up at you, you nodded and wiped your tears.

“Chocolate chip pancakes coming right up” you laughed and she smiled as she went to sit with Jack and Jade on the couch.

After breakfast, the ride to school was a lot more calm. You played some of Jades favorite songs, hoping that would help her. You turned and saw her and Hazel holding hands, you were relieved at how well they got along. (Most days.)

When you pulled into the parking lot you looked over at Jack who grabbed your hand tightly and kissed it “we got this” he whispered before you got out of the car.

Hazel helped Jade out of her seat, the three of you walking to the school. “Mommy, you’re going to pick me up in a little bit?” You smiled “yes baby, in a few hours but you have to try and enjoy your day first okay?”

Jade looked over at Hazel and Jack who nodded in agreement.

Jades teacher met the four of you and introduced herself. She complimented Jade on her unicorn backpack and Jade was giggly and blushy after that, eager to go to her classroom after feeling a little safer.

When the three of you got in the car, all of you sighed together. “The hardest part is over” Jack smiled at you and you nodded.

“Are we still going to the store for my school supplies?” Hazel interrupted and the two of you nodded.

You had already went to the store, and gotten a few things done around the house before your phone rang, you realized it was Jades preschool and answered immediately.

“Mrs. Harlow this is Ms. Johnson.”

“Hello, is everything okay?” You were instantly panicked.

“Jade is okay. She’s just missing you a lot and wanted to call. That’s not unusual for our new babies” she laughed and handed Jade the phone.

“Hi mommy” she sniffled “can you come get me yet?”

“Baby, you still have two more hours” you responded softly.

“Then you come for me?”

“Yes baby bug, then we’ll come for you. We can get whatever you want for dinner too” you cooed.

“Pizza?” Jade sniffled.

“Yeah! Pizza!” You reassured her.

“Okay mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, see you in two hours.”

When you hung up the phone Jack and Hazel walked in from playing basketball in the backyard.

“Was that Jade?” Jack asked, noticing the sad look on your face.

“Yeah, she was sad but then I told her we could have pizza for dinner” you laughed.

“Oooh! Pizza!” Hazel giggled.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack

[transboysokka]

starting to post some of my abandoned wips so i dont feel like i completely wasted my time. If anyone wants to take this idea and run for it, PLEASE go ahead!

this was going to be a modern Zukka AU taking place during Ghost Month in Taiwan. Also trans Sokka. There were a lot of moving parts that just didn't come together. It drew inspiration from Druck Season 3 and also Marry My Dead Body somewhat

Zuko was going to slowly fall for this guy he met but actually it turns out he's a ghost and now they're attached. That was gonna be a Huge Reveal lol. Ghost Month is coming to an end but now Zuko is in love and can't lose Sokka so he agrees to a ghost marriage. They maybe live happily ever after? I hadn't had it all planned out lol.

Character backgrounds:

zuko is half-Taiwanese (his mom is from Tainan but his dad is a famous Japanese businessman). He’s run away from home w Iroh so they live in a little place in like Sanchong or st bc it’s really the only area they can afford

Iroh owns a bubble tea shop that’s quite reputable in the community but it’s really no big deal at all bc there’s thousands of them around

Meanwhile Azula lives w her dad in that corkscrew apartment building by Taipei 101. You know, the one that EVERYONE knows houses all the rich and famous ppl in town and has a specific elevator dedicated to bringing your car up to your living room

Sokka and Katara are half First Nations Canadian and half Indigenous Taiwanese- probably Paiwan. because how awesome would that be. They came to the city for college but stuck around. Sokka worked at a math cram school and Katara works in a medical clinic. Her dad is super proud!

Sokka died tragically recently in a car accident

Katara lives in Ximen with Suki who does ballroom and is a personal trainer by day. She’s Sokka’s ex AND Katara’s ex lollll

Suki is Japanese

Aang originally came from Nepal to study in college but he stuck around to work for a big international NGO. He has a big sheepdog Appa and Momo is a cat. It’s a nightmare for his landlord. He lives in Da’an near the park, which is great to give Appa space to play

Toph is Chinese. She grew up in Xinyi with her parents, rich Chinese businesspeople who moved permanently to Taiwan right before Toph was born. She ran away from home during college and is living with Aang right now

ok the beginning of the plot outline:

It’s Ghost Month

Zuko is kind of a depressed weird stoner. Lives with Jet, Haru, and Song in a flatshare.

Haru is actually super gay

So Zuko is dating Jin and is soooo not feeling it. 

Goes to G Star? one night, hangs out outside, feels a tap on his shoulder and looks over his shoulder. It’s sokka asking for a lighter and zuko is so intrigued by him 

Zuko starts cancelling plans w his gf just to hang w Sokka who is super mysterious 

Like Jin was gonna come over to have sex but Zuko really doesnt want to but then Sokka ends up coming over and theyre gonna watch a movie together omg?? But then suddenly Sokka is gone.

All his guy friends (Jet, Haru) are way more into girls than he is

Zuko has a party, invites Sokka. Sokka shows up with Katara and Zuko is like omg ew he has a gf

Weird and distant the whole party

Ignores Jin and she gets wasted

One of Haru’s friends tries to dance w him and he gets super weird

Has a weird panic attack, goes to get high alone

Comes back out when everyone is gone, Sokka is still here cleaning up

They kind of have a moment, Sokka sees how fucked up he is

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” “You mean Katara? Katara is my sister.”

They stare at each other quietly for a minute and ALMOST KISS but then song comes home fighting with her boyfriend omg. The moment has been ruined it’s over now, noooooo

Nobody else up to this point has seen or interacted with Sokka (other than Katara but Zuko didn’t interact with Katara either)

and yeah idk

this would have been FUCKING EPIC

i might come back to it one day but yeah take it if you want

#atla #zukka #text #writing #i guess it can go in my writing tag sure yeah #taiwan

[weatherman667]

100 Girlfriends S1 Final Thoughts

If I had not bought it, would I buy it? Yes.

Will I buy a second season if it comes out? Yes. (addendum: apparently already greenlit).

It is fun, all the way through. As for the harem,

the traditional harem anime never acknowledges it's own premise, and does everything it can to avoid giving you a satisfying ending. In fact, Harem Anime is almost a shorthand for the laziest story you've ever. Because it often is. They throw in archetypical characters, add some shenanigans from every - single - harem anime that came before, and boom, you have a show.

This is because Harem Anime copies from the ancients without understanding their ways. Early anime had a lot of harem elements, but actually used them in a very nuanced way.

Chobits seems like a harem anime, until later it widens it's view and you see that most of the females have their own alternate love interests. This allows the story to resolve, giving everyone a satisfying ending, without having a harem ending. Please Teacher actually does something similar.

Neon Genesis Evangelion has a lot of harem elements, but the focus on the show is on how psychlogically fucked up the main characters are, with the primary goal of the... villains?.. was to destroy Shini's psyche.

OreImo was a great show until the ending, and it spent most of it's time without actually being a harem anime. It wasn't until Kyousuke moves out that it becomes harem. In Japanese culture, there is a bit of a tradition where you get your son a cheat apartment, and kick him out into it. Kind of like kicking a bird out of it's nest to get it to fly. Also, in Japanese culture, if a man is living by himself, it's considered the duty of his female family members to come over, clean up his apartment, and cook him a decent meal. This means that any potential haremette has to declare their intent, or give up all hope. And then it dealt with the actual harem aspect, with Kyousuke actively trying to choose.

Another option is like Rascal Dreams of Bunnygirl Senpai. While there are secondary love interests, most of the story is either the current mystery, or the romance between Rascal and Bunny Girl Senpai, (it makes sense in context, probably).

SAO did the same thing, but later on had all of his haremettes join his party and follow him around without ever actually addressing it.

Other than that, if you have a harem, you basically have to go for a harem ending, or at least try. OniAi is like OreImo, except without the elephant in the room. All of the main characters directly and aggressive address the issue. To Love Ru WAS heading for a harem ending, but the writer was basing Haruna off of his wife, and his divorce... removed that as a piece of motivation.

Other than that you have If Her Flag Breaks, Testament of a New Devil Sister, Redo of Healer, Arifureta, Cat Planet Cuties, Mushoku Tensei, Tsukimichi, Cellphone, and others, that just embrace the harem aspect, and run with it. This allows you to have actual romance and development between the main character and his haremettes, rather than just have them follow him around like a lost puppy, physically abusing him if another girl looks at him nicely. It also allows the haremettes to actually TALK to each other, and SUPPORT each other, and you, just generally interact. One thing so many anime forget is that the haremettes are also characters in the story.

100 Girlfriends accepts it's premise, runs with it's premise, is hilarious throughout, does not devolve to base stereo/archetypes and generic action copied from the distant memory of much better anime. The haremettes actually talk to each other, support each other, and is as wholesome as you can get a harem anime set in our world.

It takes the best parts of To Love Ru and DATE-A-LIVE, and rolls it together into a wonderful, unique whole. The pace is brisk, but it really has to be if it wants to deal with 100 girlfriends in a reasonable way.

#100 girlfriends #anime

[driverstoriesdaily]

REN’S GIRL

(Summary- You are Vicrul’s little sister and the Knights of Ren Tour Manager. You are hiding a big secret. You have been secretly in love with Kylo Ren since you can remember. Sadly, it is a one-sided love and after he gets drunk and kisses you. You make it your mission to fall out of love with him.)

CHAPTER 4 - REALISATION.

ONE MONTH PASSED. TWO MONTHS PASSED. THREE MONTHS PASSED. FOUR MONTHS PASSED.

It was driving Kylo crazy. 4 months passed and he still hadn’t heard from you. You had rung everyone many times, snapped them even but not him. Every time he tried to call you, you never answered. You read his snapchats but never responded. He wanted to know why he was being punished.  He growled as he looked at a photo of you and him on his Facebook, you were smiling. He missed your smile; he missed your laugh. Vicrul’s phone rung in the top bunk, they were outside having a smoke. Kylo got up to answer it for him, you were calling. He knew he shouldn’t, but he answered.  “Hey big brother”  Kylo stayed silent. He heard you laughing at something beside you. “Vicrul, did your butt answer me? HELLO?” “Hello Y/n” Kylo said deeply. He heard you cough and choke, “Ben...Umm where is my brother.?” He noted the change in your voice, “He is outside with the others. I could go get him but I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well perhaps another time, I really wanted to talk to Vicrul” “Oh no you have been avoiding me for months and now I want answers.” “I will not allow you to accuse me of such things Ben. I have not been avoiding you. I have been busy running your tour from home.” He laughed deep. “Really Y/N you didn’t peg you for much of a liar. For the past for months you have called, texted and snapped everyone one of them but me. I get the cold shoulder, I get ignored, NOTHING. Not one fucking response.”

Kylo waited for you to talk. He could hear your breathing heavy, the slight sniffle of your nose. You sounded close to tears.

The group had made their way back into the bus and had heard the commotion on the phone.  “Kylo give me my phone now.” Vicrul demanded holding out his hand. “Yeah, you deal with your bitch of a sister.” Kylo said thrusting the phone into his hand and he stormed out of the bus. When Vicrul went to talk all, he was greeted with was silence. You had hung up. 

“WHAT THE FUCK KYLO WHY WOULD YOU THINK TO TALK TO HER LIKE THAT?” Vicrul yelled at his band mate as he descended the stairs. “WHY HAS SHE BEEN IGNORING ME? TELL ME WHAT I HAVE DONE. YOU KNOW SOMETHING I DON'T!” Kylo shouted back.  This time Cardo came out and grabbed Kylo by the neck pushing him to the side of the bus.

“She loves you; you really are fucking fool. That night after that bitch Rey left you, she was cleaning up the room and you grabbed her and kissed her, only to whisper Rey’s name.” By now Kylo managed to push Cardo off him. He rubbed his throat.  “I saw it all, Ben. All the while you seem to be blind to it.”

Ushar spoke up this time “Not blind actually, just wasn’t our spot to say anything. We have all known how Vicrul’s little sister has felt for Ben. Except Ben I guess by the look on his face, you didn’t know?” Ben shock his head. All this time, every time he had a broken heart, every time he got into a fight, it was you who was there for him, to pick him up.

“She told me before we left, she was going to fall out of love with you Ben. That why she been ignoring you. No interaction means she can forget about your voice, your face, everything, when we return it will be like greeting an old friend, not an old love.” “We know this is a one-sided thing, so let her do this Kylo. Let her fall out of love with you. Give her the space she is asking for. Don’t make this difficult. We all love her; we don’t want to push her away.” “SO, I DON’T GET TO HAVE A FUCKING SAY IN THIS.? MY HEART ACHES TO BE NEAR HER. THE PAST FOUR MONTHS HAVE BEEN HELL. I DO REMEMBER THAT NIGHT, I FUCKING SAID REY BECAUSE I FEARED I FUCKED UP. ONE SIDED ON MY END YOU MEAN. IT BROKE ME TO HEAR HER CRYING AS SHE RAN FROM ME. I WANTED TO GO AFTER HER BUT I COULDN'T. THEN I SAW YOU, CARDO LEAVING HER ROOM AND I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD DONE SOMETHING TERRIBLE.” Kylo yelled at them. “Shit. Are you telling me that you have feelings for Y/N?” Kuruk asked looking at his friend. Kylo jabs his hand to his chest ‘WHATEVER THIS FEELING IS RIGHT HERE THEN YES LOVE.” “Do we have enough time to get home for a couple days. I think we need to fix this now, the sooner the better.”  Trudgen says as he scrolls his phone, looking for a way to move things around but also keep it hidden from you. He helped you many times with the tour times and dates, so he knew how to move days around.

“Look if I move this down by a day, we could head back for 3 days. Just don’t tell anyone yet we can’t risk Y/N knowing.” “Why not, why can’t she know we are coming home?” Kylo asks as the men all gather around. Vicrul answers for him “Because she will run. The last thing you called her was a bitch and the main thing my sister hates is conflict; we'll have to surprise her, and we all know she hates surprises. This is a no-win situation.”

The load the bus back up and get all set up. Vicrul calls Lando to help, they need a place to park the bus for the time being away from the paparazzi.  The drive back home feels a lot longer than it should be. Kylo can't keep still. All he wants to do is hug you and beg for forgiveness.  BACK HOME.

After hanging up the phone from Ben. You stood there shocked at what you just heard.  You refused to let yourself cry; he wasn't worth it. Getting up you went for a hot shower, allowing the water to wash over you. Hoping it would wash away the pain that was slowly building up inside you. 

Getting out and getting dressed you made to your room, only to go right past it into Ben's room. It was just the same as he left it. Anger boiling over finally you took it out on his room, trashing it, throwing his clothes on the floor, ripping the sheets off his bed, tossing photos and belongings over the room until eventually you slid down to the ground, fist pounding on a photo of you and him screaming " I hate you" over and over. The glass smashing under the pressure and drops of blood dripping down.  You did this until you passed out from exhaustion. Falling asleep amongst the scent of the man who owned your heart but didn't deserve it.

#adam driver #adam driver fan fiction #kyloxreader #kylo fanfiction #kylo ren x reader #kyloren #the knights of ren #kylo ren fanfic #knights of the ren #adam driver star wars #adam driver lover

[goddessofroyalty]

Did Vi still went to StillWater in your ZaunFamily au? Maybe for a shorter amount of time than the original series (like 1-3 years instead of 7 to 10 years) but I could imagine Vi having a violent/troubled phase (maybe roping her siblings into pulling off the hex core heist despite not having to with Silco and Vander providing them with enough food and shelter).

Like maybe they death of her bio parents and unresolved childhood trauma are abit more prominent because she didn't have to mask it in this verse. Maybe she also had a massive fight with Powder that causes her to never want any contact with Vi during her time in Stillwater.

(Also Caitlyn being Vi's parole officer is hilarious)

In the main version of this verse no she doesn't. Her parents are way too powerful (and honestly way too aware how bad it would look in their relation to Piltover if their daughter gets arrested) too soon after they adopt her. They are absolutely fixing any situation so she doesn't face any real punishment for it (other than Vander's disappointment which for Vi is probably punishment enough).

Two things under the cut 1. How the Hex Core heist happens in this verse 2. An offshoot where she does end up in Stillwater

Okay, I do feel like I need to explain what happens with the hex core heist in this verse. Because Vi and the younger kids do still do it. It's actually when she and Caitlyn first-first meet (other than seeing each other in super-passing at events, point is Cait does know who these kids are but they have never interacted until now).

Caitlyn just takes the fall for it.

Which okay more Jayce takes more of the fall for it because Caitlyn's story is "Jayce showed me these gems and despite telling me how dangerous they were I still went and played with them and then one exploded I'm so sorry". None of that is exactly illegal just... not listening to rules. She gets a slap on the wrist and a "when people tell you something is dangerous you should listen" and Jayce is in an even greater world of hell because he put Caitlyn in danger by keeping dangerous items somewhere she could get them.

And then Heimedinger (unknowing to the whole situation) puts Viktor on the clean up and any evidence that would suggest there was someone else involved gets vanished (and Viktor gets a partner and later husband out of it; and also gives his siblings a verbal smack down when he next visits because what were they thinking!?). And Grayson who also does not want civil war on the doorsteps gives Caitlyn a little nod of approval on the side for putting her own safety at risk (not really but a little) to protect others while quietly telling anyone who claims they sore some other kids fleeing the scene that no you didn't.

And they all gaslight Jayce into thinking he imagined the other blue-haired girl there.

But offshoot time.

While I do think that Vander and Silco would fix any crime Vi commits the idea of Caitlyn being her parole officer is just too good to pass up. So IDK some Enforcers who aren't happy about the whole deal with Zaun have their eyes particularly on the family waiting for one to slip up and Vi happens to be that one in a way that's bad enough that all Vander and Silco have the power to do is argue for a reduced sentence and not no sentence.

Vander and Silco probably still visit her. But, especially at first, their visits are spent with her sulking on the other side of the room and not wanting to talk to them because she's ashamed. And them not really knowing what to say. They don't want to support her outright because what she did was bad (not that Silco can talk but she got caught) but also she's facing a punishment for her actions they don't want to make it worse. And, yeah, if she and Powder had a bad fight right before I could see Powder being reluctant to visit her (partially again for not knowing what to do or say) and that making Vi's guilt all the worse - she can't be there to protect her sister.

Actually can we have it that this happens after the Hex Heist in this verse? Because the last time they met Vi was protecting Caitlyn from an explosion (that her sister set off but whatever, semantics) and now they meet again with Vi being introduced to her knew parole officer.

#Zaun Family #Vi Arcane #Caitlyn Arcane #Vander Arcane #Silco Arcane #Ramblings of the Goddess #Q and A with the Goddess #Anon question #The fallout with the Hex Crystal Explosion is why #it takes Silco investing into Hextech to bring the Kirammans on board #in this verse #because Jayce put their ONLY DAUGHTER in a really risky situation #because of the technology #and while he's proven his theories they're still apprehensive #Mel investing is... whatever to them #but Silco investing is dangerous #because that means there is nobody from Piltover's side on board #which means if this stuff works (and it looks like it will) #Zaun will get first grab of the results (and profits) from it #and they can't have that #so the Kirammans VERY QUICKLY invest after Silco #to make sure Piltover will profit as well

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Character Profile: Seraphina Cabellero

The Basics

Name: Seraphina Mirella Caballero

Appearance: Light Brown Eyes, Dark Chestnut Brown Hair, Pale Reddish Skin, Thin, Short (5’5), Full Lips, Almond Eyes, Curvy

Age: Eighteen Years Old

Role In The Story: Main Character

Enneagram: Type Four (The Individualists)

Parents: Baron Adrian Caballero And Lady Mirella

Siblings: Delphina And Daphne Hernandez

Hobbies: Drawing, Needlework, Playing The Piano, Oil Painting, Pottery, Reading Plays And Novels

Overall Personality: Quiet, Anxious, Cold, Introverted, Angry, Depressed, Agitated

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Character Backstory

Seraphina was a miracle child, with her mother conceiving her after several miscarriages and failed attempts at pregnancy, but after a difficult labour, Sera was initially stillborn. Whereas Adrian tried to comfort his wife, Mirella was inconsolable and refused to let anyone bury the baby, saying that she was just sleeping. Late into the night, she set off with the baby’s cold body and went to a temple dedicated to the goddess of fire, life and creation, Fira. There she begged the young prophetess, Maeve to save the child, refusing to leave even when she said there was nothing she could do. Even though the ritual was illegal, Maeve felt pity for Mirella and laid Sera’s still body on the altar and using ancient divine magic, called upon the goddess. In a sudden blaze of heavenly fire and light, Sera began crying and was brought back to life, with a mark engraved over her heart symbolizing her as someone bound to the ancient goddess.

Mirella and Adrian went on to raise Sera in a wealthy home of low-ranked nobility, with two servants, a cook, who also helped clean, and a groom, and they also had a coachman and resided in a large manor which had been passed down by Seraphina’s grandfather. Since Mirella was disowned by her family because she married below her status, Sera rarely interacted with her maternal extended family, but the family still hosted evening parties, with guests from influential aristocrats from neighbouring nations, with who her father would make business deals, investing in gold mines in the southern regions of the kingdom. Sera spent most of her early childhood playing with her nanny, learning to paint, draw and embroider from her mother, and listening to stories of her father’s travels.

But after her mother died of consumption when she was eight, Sera was left to grieve alone, as her father fell into a depressive episode, refusing to leave his room, and coping with his grief in unhealthy ways like alcohol. But eventually, her father recovered, but he became more distant, spending more time working and travelling and leaving Sera alone to be cared for by her governess, who continued her education, teaching her to read, history, maths, as well as how to play the harp, and continued to indulge Sera’s interests in visual art, whether it be drawing, painting, pottery or embroidery. She would spend hours in her father’s library and would fantasize about the fairies and tricksters in the tales she would read late into the night.

But eventually, three years after her mother’s death, her father remarried Lady Viviana, a widowed duchess, who had nowhere else to go after her parent’s death. Adrian took care of grieving, and sorrowful Viviana, bringing joy to her life by sending her love letters during his travels and promising to always take care of her, along with her two daughters. Sera was initially excited to have a maternal figure in her life, along with two sisters she could spend time with, but her stepmother was cold and indifferent towards Sera, not caring to mother for another woman’s child, and becoming indignant when Adrian would favour Sera over her daughters. Delphine and Daphne, were also cold and distant due to the trauma of losing their abusive father and having to deal with their mother’s heartbreak. However eventually, the two began to warm up to Adrian, and although they found Sera’s insistence on companionship bothersome, they would occasionally indulge her by listening to her stories and playing with her. The blended family, although not perfect, was moderately happy for two brief years until the tragedy of Adrian’s death struck them, and put them in financial ruin. Her father dying from the plague while he was travelling abroad when she was only thirteen, made Sera fall into depression, as she had to confront the reality that she was now an orphan.

After her father’s death, Viviana took all the anger and sorrow from her husband’s death out on her, since the family could no longer afford to pay for help, she made Sera responsible for cooking, cleaning and caring for the animals. She sold all her fine dresses for money and burned all her drawings, art supplies and favourite books in a fit of rage when Sera spoke out against the unfairness. Viviana would use Sera as a scapegoat, making her the black sheep of the family by humiliating her, shaming her body, and encouraging her daughters to join in on the abuse. She would guilt Sera, blaming her for all of their problems, as they fell more and more into debt, and calling her greedy and selfish. One day, after forcing her out of her bedroom, so that she could sell the furniture for more money, causing Sera to sleep on the floor near the fireplace of the Great Room, Sera came to eat breakfast, but Viviana reprimanded her for her cleanliness, calling her filthy, and uncivilized, and banning her from eating dinner with the rest of the family. Viviana would manipulate Sera, by verbally and physically abusing her, only to comfort her and kiss her wounds afterwards, while scolding her for not being a better daughter, making Sera believe that it was her fault and that Viviana would love her and treat her like one of her own if she tried harder to please her. When Sera talked back, complained or didn’t do something perfectly, she would often whip her, destroy prized possessions, and deny her food for days. 

But things only got worse when, a year later, the influential and menacing Duke Javier, bought the manor, since Adrian had no extended relatives, and women could not own land. Viviana would then become one of his many mistresses, and Javier would buy the twins beautiful dresses, and support Viviana financially, allowing Delphina and Daphne to get a chance to be introduced to society and get good marriage prospects. This gave Viviana enough money to hire part-time language and instrument tutors so that both daughters could marry well, and live a better life. Javier would make Viviana host many parties and revels at the manor, where he would invite his fellow aristocrats who would come together to ridicule the King. Viviana would still force Sera to do menial labour, even though she could afford servants, and would publicly humiliate Sera in front of her guests, and allow Javier and his sons, Emilio and Ricardo to harass her both verbally and physically.

When Sera turned fifteen a year later, Tobias Valarezo started attending Javier and Viviana’s evening dinner parties, and even though all the other guests would verbally abuse and mistreat her, Tobias wouldn’t join in, instead, he would simply stand in the corner of the room, reading quietly. One night, after Tobias, Emilio and other possible wealthy suitors were finished dining with the stepfamily, Sera was cleaning the dining room, and washing the dishes in the kitchen, while the others chatted in the drawing room. Tobias came into the kitchen, and began to ask her questions about her upbringing and saying that it was unfortunate how she was treated. Sera was astonished to simply have anyone acknowledge her existence and treat her like a human. After that, Tobias would continue to talk to Sera regularly late in the evening, during Viviana’s dinner party, Sera was glad to have someone to confide in, beginning to see Tobias as a protective older brother, when in reality he wasn’t genuine, and simply saw her as a pitiful victim for him to project his superiority complex on. He would spend those first few months emotionally manipulating her, telling her that she was inherently inferior and that there was no hope for her unless a man pitied her circumstances.

But everything soon went awry, when Tobias eventually started harassing her, pulling at her hair and making her uncomfortable. But when Sera would repeatedly reject his advances he began to get violent and abusive. By her sixteenth year, Tobias was now the most vicious of Viviana’s guests, pouring hot tea on her, and publicly humiliating her and harassing her amongst his friends. He would often corner alone, and attack her, slamming her against walls, throwing a glass at her, and attempting to assault her. One night around the winter seasons, Sera is in the wine cellar reading when Tobias barges in, Sera immediately tries to leave not wanting to be in his presence, but Tobias grabs her hair pinning her against the wall, he takes her book berating her for reading Children’s fairy tales, then drops it in the fireplace. Tobias then forces himself onto Sera, and just as this is all happening Delphina walks in on Tobias attacking Sera, and she tells her mother and sister that she saw Sera kissing.

Viviana brutally beat Sera, calling her a whore and accusing her of sleeping with Tobias for money. The twins would also frequently slut-shame her and would make her feel worthless, saying that no man will ever see her as nothing but an object. Sera continues to endure the abuse, disassociating from her life, but eventually, the pain becomes too much and Sera tries to kill herself with her knife, late at night, during another evening dinner when everyone is occupied. But Delphina goes to the cellar to drink wine and wrestles the knife out of her hand, calling her weak and pathetic, this leads to a shouting match between the two of them, ending with Sera sobbing hysterically. Sera decides that she doesn’t want to give in to defeat and prove her stepfamily right, confirming that she was weak and pathetic and goes on with life, loathing her insignificance and lack of agency.

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