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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma)

Pairings: Reader x Weems (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're sick and it triggers your asthma badly which leads to getting injured as well. Weems helps you out.

TW: Asthma attack, injuries, sprains, swelling, general sickness stuff

A/n more of me projecting in my fics, (i hate my asthma but it did get me out of sport in high school so that was great)

Being sick was miserable. But it was even more so while you tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Going to all your classes despite the ache in your bones. The tightness in your chest that begged for a hit of your asthma puffer. But you couldn’t. You left it in your dorm and there had been no time between classes to go back and get it. Damn did you feel some massive amount of regret about that.

Your asthma was always at its worst when you were sick and this chest infection that had made a home under the lapels of your nevermore blazer was certainly giving your lungs a run for their money. Each breath ended in a small wheeze, and you were stifling coughs as your felt the ragged and shaky intake of air in your lungs with each breath. You were only half paying attention to the botany teacher who was stood at the front of the room lecturing. You were merely pretending to take notes yet the page in-front of you was as blank as the glassy look in your eyes.

You were exhausted. Waking up in the night coughing and hitting the puffer just to fall back into a restless sleep. You were pretty sure based off the heat you could feel cooking you from the inside out that you had a fever. But you would be damned to do anything about it. Asking for help was simply not in your nature.

You absent-mindedly fiddled with the cap of your pen still staring out the huge glass windows. You must have not been paying attention or time slipped away from you because the next second you were dismissed from class. You stood righting yourself as you swayed slightly, and Enid shot you and odd look, but you turned on your heel and left before she could say anything.

Walking through the hall was hard enough on a good day with the amount of people. But when it hurt to breathe sitting down, being suffocated in a hallway while walking seemed a very real possibility. In a dazed state you kept knocking into people slightly muttering a brief apology and going back to trying to stay upright.

After a moment of walking with your eyes trained on the floor you ran straight into someone. Before you could see who, it was you felt yourself fall backwards and your wrist connected with the wall behind you. And good god did it hurt. Pain flared down your arm as you felt hands on your elbow to stabilise you from falling all the way to the floor. What little air you had managed to keep inside you very unhappy lungs was knocked from your chest leaving you wheezing something awful. You felt strong arms wrap around you as the slight vertigo of the fever made interpreting what was going on rather hard.

You rested your head on the nearest thing and after a minute registered based on the rhythmic movements that someone was carrying you. You wheezed deeply and rested your head against the persons chest. Trusting them seemed like your only option right now. It took a minute for you to realise your bag was over one of their shoulders and another minute to register who the person was. Your cheeks flushed slightly. Principle weems was carrying you bridal style through the halls. Luckily the rest of the students had gone to class, but it was just your luck you had managed to collide with the one person in the school with all the power.

Blinking you still felt the harsh ragged wheezing ratting your lungs and you tensed in her arms coughing into the crook of your elbow. Pain shot through your chest sharply before numbing back to the dull ache of a chest infection asthma attack hybrid you were growing to know quite well. After another minute your breathing was getting worse, the wheezing was sharper, and it felt as if someone was stabbing you between the ribs. Mouthfuls of air seemed to have less and less of what you needed in them, and it seemed like it just wouldn’t stay inside your lungs.

Your wrist was still burning and in your fevered haze you hoped someone would bring you your asthma puffer.

You felt your body being gently set down on something soft. The couch in weems office. You rested your head on a pillow and watched her blurry form retreat. You make a noise of protest not wanting to die alone and you watched her lips move but heard no words. After a moment you shut your eyes trying to control the breathing. Your right arm cradled your left wrist and slowly the sound came back to the world. The crackling of the fire was what you heard first before you could hear and make out what weems was saying.

“That’s it Y/n deep breaths. Nice and slow. I’ve almost found it. You're doing such a good job darling.” You could hear her rummaging in the desk drawer of her office before she made a noise of success and moved back to your side. You felt her lithe fingers gently hold the back of your head as she pressed a puffer to your lips. She was still speaking.

“Now take a deep breath in.” She said exaggerating her own breathing.

“And out.” She said. “And in.” This time when you drew a breath she pressed down on the puffer and the medicine shot into your lungs.

“Hold.” She said and waited for a bit before gesturing for you to breathe. This time you were simply panting, the wheeze almost gone. Weems lent forward and brushed a stray curl from your eyes.

“There she is.” She said and you managed a weak smile. “Do you need another round with it?” She asked holding up the small blue device. You shook your head, and she patted your thigh before setting the puffer down next to the couch.

“Im going to go and get a first aid kit, some ice and a thermometer. Stay here for me, ok?” She said and you nodded again.

Your head still swimming slightly you stayed seated. After what felt like not enough time she returned with the things. She gently placed an ice pack wrapped in a cloth over your wrist and at first you hissed at the cold contact on the sore skin but sighed after a moment. It helped dull the pain slightly.

“Alright sweet girl. Can you open your mouth for me. I’d like to take your temperature. You felt a bit too warm for my liking when i had you in my arms.” She said pressing a thermometer to your lips. You parted them and she placed the stick inside. “Under your tongue.” She said and shut your jaw with a finger on the underside of your chin.

“Now. I know that wasn’t a regular old asthma attack. I have seen many of those in my years teaching and not many have managed to scare me quite as much as that one did. A+ for effort but next time let's try to keep breathing. It's quite important believe it or not.” She chucked. She placed a hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. “Whats going on darling? It’s not like you to not watch where you're going now is it?” She said and you looked absolute miserable. All the exhaustion of keeping up the pretence was ebbing, and you were left with nothing but pure exhaustion.

“‘M sick.” You muttered around the thermometer and weems clucked her tongue and the stick beeped. She gently removed it from your mouth and looked mildly surprised by the number displayed.

“101.9 far too high.” She said disapprovingly. “Here take these.” She said and handed you two small white tablets and a glass of water. You complied and only winced slightly as the water stung the sensitive flesh of your throat which had been irritated by the coughing. Weems began to gently lift the ice pack off your wrist to inspect the swelling and gently press on parts of it. Apologising profusely when you would wince or suck a sharp breath.

“Do you have any idea whats wrong darling?” She asked and you nodded wearily.

“Chest infection.” You said.

“Have you seen the nurse?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“No time. Busy.”

“Darling there is always time for your health. Studies come second.” She said patting your knee. Gently she replaced the ice on your wrist. “Im almost certain it's not broken darling, but it is badly sprained. You’ll need to keep icing it over the next few days. I’ll excuse you from classes for the day provided you stay nearby, preferably in my office so i can keep an eye on you. The nurse is not here today she called in sick.” Weems said frowning. “Have you eaten today?” She asked. And you nodded.

“What have you had darling?” She asked skeptically.

“Just some jam and toast and some juice.” You replied. She frowned.

“Is your throat sore at all?”

“Just from the coughing.”

“I’ll bring you some cool water to sooth your throat and if you feel up to it, please help yourself to some biscuits. I’ll have the cook send someone up with some broth for lunch later.” She said standing and brushing invisible lint from her skirt. You nodded feeling exhausted.

“Sleep if you need. Im here if you require anything.” She said once she had returned with the water. You took a tentative sip relaxing a sigh as it soothed your throat. It wasn’t long before your eyes began to close, and you felt the glass being pried from your fingers. You didn’t fight her on it, simply succumbing to sleep.

Weems returned to her desk, typing on her laptop and sending off some important emails. She paused every once in a while, to gauge the wheezing as you slept, to give her an indication of if you required anything.

It was about two hours later you woke up feeling cold. You whined softly unsure of where you were. You heard a chair move and saw the face of Principle weems couching beside you. You grinned lopsided.

“Oh dear.” She said looking at your flushed cheeks and slightly damp curls. She placed a gentle hand to your cheek before moving it to your forehead and humming in disapproval.

“I fear your fever had risen.” She said fetching a thermometer and shooting you a worried glance as you giggled deliriously.

“Darling, under your tongue.” She said popping it into your mouth.

You smiled a goofy smile and did as you were asked. You both sat looking at each other until it beeped. Weems seemed to be looking for anything further that was ailing you but only found the constant wheeze of your breathing and sweat soaked form looking slightly parched.

Once she removed the thermometer she frowned again.

“W’s wrong?” You slurred.

“102.7 we need to get that down.” She said and gently passed you some more meds and a water. You took them gratefully and she left for a moment before returning with a small basin and a washcloth. You watched curiously as she dipped the rag into the water before wringing it out and gently wiping the sweat that had beaded on your face.

With careful and precise movements, she wiped down your cheeks and forehead. Once she had finished her ministrations, she dipped it once more and wrong it out before gently placing it on your forehead where she left it to rest. You hummed in content at the cool feeling on your face and weems left for a moment to bring you the broth she had kept warm on a silver tray.

“Isnt sil’r li’e bad for the wolves?” You asked still loopy and gesticulating wildly. Weems raised an eyebrow.

“It's not real silver darling.” She said and placed the tray on your lap, adjusting the pillows and cloth so you were sat more upright. Your hands shook making it very hard to get any of the soup into your mouth. Weems placed a soft hand over yours.

“Let me.” She said and slowly began to spoon feed you the soup. Between mouthfuls you gave a small pout which weems had to fight not to smile or roll her eyes at. Once the soup was all gone, she placed the tray back on the coffee table and adjusted you once more.

“Rest now. Your body needs it.” She said brushing the hair from your eyes with her fingers and once more adjusting the crooked washcloth.

Your eyes seemed to close on their own as you drifted off once more still glassy eyed and mildly confused. You felt a hand rubbing your arm gently until you were fully under the guise of sleep.

The next time you woke it was dark and your body felt stiff. Wriggling more upright you stretched reviling in the relived tightness of your muscles. You heard the click of stilettos and weems appeared once more.

“How are you feeling?” She asked pressing her hand to your cheek. “Your fever has gone down.” She noted and you nodded blearily.

“I feel better.” You said punctuating with a cough. She looked at you and raised a brow.

“I need more than that from you Ms L/n.” She said and you blinked.

“My throat doesn’t hurt as much but my chest still aches. It feels tight and it rattles when i breathe. It's not as unbearably hot in here as before so I guess thats good.” You said softly. Weems nodded.

“Yes. I suppose it is.” She said and tapped your cheek. “Open.” She said and slipped the thermometer under your tongue.

The two of you sat in a comfortable but slightly stiff silence waiting for the beep. When it did you knew the routine now well enough to let weems remove the stick from your mouth herself. She hummed a seemingly happy hum.

“100.2 it has gone down.” She noted and gave you and approving nod. You beamed and let out another small cough. She frowned. “Time for more meds.” She noted and handed you some more pills. You took them unassisted this time and weems handed you the puffer.

“Don’t think i didn’t notice your breathing being shallower. One hit, is all i ask.” She said watching closely as you administer the medicine into your lungs and sighed after, your airway feeling less tight and chest feeling more open.

“Good.” She said plucking the blue device from your open palm and placing back on the coffee table. She peeled the rag from your forehead and patted your arm.

“Let’s take a peek at your wrist.” She said and gently removed the ice she had been periodically placing there whilst you slept.

Your arm was resting on a pillow to elevate it and she gently examined it with soft pressure applied by her thumbs and fingers to gauge the swelling and pain. Once more she apologised when reaching any tender areas before giving a nod and replacing the ice.

“It's very much still swollen but I believe it will be ok. I'd like you to wear a sling and wrist brace to restrict movement and rest it until i deem fit.” She said and noted the bruise that was forming there. “Now, other than that are we feeling much the same?” She asked and you nodded. She hummed and stood.

“I’ve some work to attend to but need anything and I’ll be just over there.” She said pointing to her desk. You nodded and began to doze lightly as her heels returned to her desk. Not even meaning to you fell asleep to the sound of her keys typing.

It was safe to say weems was quite the nurse. When you woke the next day, you felt miles better than before and stood making your way to the bathroom. Once you had finished you made your way back to the lounge.

“What are you doing?” As voice said startling you and you felt, and arm wrap around yours to stabilise you.

“N-nothing i needed the bathroom.” You said and weems hummed and gently led you back to your makeshift bed.

“Let’s take your vitals and see what we’re dealing with today.” She said and gently deposited you back where you had been for the past 24 hours.

She took your temperature, pleased your fever had broken in the night. She examined your wrist and listened to your breathing, satisfied it had less of a wheeze than the day before. After this she stood and walked over to her desk, you watched her curiously. After a moment she found whatever, she was looking for and retuned to your side. She crouched in front of you and gently took your injured wrist. She guided it into the brace she had procured from her desk and explained how she had found one from the nurse's station earlier that morning. After adjusting it and making sure it was correctly applied to restrict movement she told you to rest some more, and you did.

Over the next few hours your improved greatly before weems dubbed you fit to do slightly more strenuous activity’s. She had Enid bring you the classwork you missed and the two of you worked side by side for the afternoon, weems typing away on her computer and you studying whatever classes you had been taking. After a while you paused spinning your pen between your fingers.

“Principle weems?” You asked and she looked up pausing.

“Yes dear?” She said.

“Thank you.” You said and she smiled.

“Anytime darling.”

MASTERLIST

[manikas-whims]

“his eyes darkened” “his eyes softened”

Y'ALL I HAD TO GIF THESE 😩🥵

[msfantasy-comics]

The Friends to Lovers

Jason Todd x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Best friends who have known each other for years. Suddenly, Jason and Y/n realise their deeper feelings, leading to an unexpected romance

A/n: YALL this has been sitting in my drafts since 23 June 2023 and I FINALLY finished it today 11 April 2025— even though I already posted something today— I waited so long to finish this, imma just post it

Deep connections are often forged in the briefest encounters. Such is true for Jason and Y/n, whose connection is rooted in the magic of brief glances and polite greetings. But the frequent encounters experienced between Jason and Y/n had led them to be more than random strangers passing in the hall. One moment they were locker neighbours, who would share snacks, or pass class notes and the next they were friendly acquaintances, which quickly turned into a full blown friendship.

It’s difficult to pinpoint the moment the friendship blossomed as it feels as though Jason were always just part of your life and it’s certainly hard to imagine what it would be like now without him.

Jason is the sole reasoned you survived high school. Without him, your sanity would have long since vanished.

Now as adults you navigate the challenges of adulting. Your best friend, your roommate, the absolute bane of your existence.

You hold up a used mug that sits idly in your sink. Storming to Jason’s room you fling the door open with a loud bang not bothering to knock.

“I swear to god Jason, I told you last time! If you have dirty dishes just put it in the dishwasher!” You frantically wave the used dishware. “This is the last time I’m telling you!” Spinning to leave Jason quickly grabs your arm.

“Hey wait, you gave me an idea…” you merely blink at Jason’s ambiguous statement.

“An idea to manage your cleaning capabilities?”

“What? No! Drop the cleaning rant for a moment will ya?” Jason wrenches the mug from your hand and places it on the night stand. “I’m talking about going to that gala that Artemis will attend with her new ‘fiancé’ I need someone to pretend to be my girlfriend. You’ll be perfect!”

You’re head tilts in confusion like a sweet and confused puppy. “Erm… what? Pretend to be your girlfriend? Are you mad Jay? That sounds like a terrible idea.” Jason only waves off your jab.

“Common Y/n, I need help proving that I’m happier without her. It’s for a good cause, you’ll get to have free food and booze.” You only scowl with crossed arms as you contemplate the temptation at mellowing in the glitz and glam- your night feed taken care of. But pretending to be Jay’s girlfriend, just to make his ex-girlfriend jealous is crazy.

“I dunno Jay-Jay…. Do you really think flaunting a fake girlfriend is proving you’re over her? This elaborate rouse to prove to your ex that your over her is desperate and I’m embarrassed for you right now homie.” Jason only shakes his head. “Seriously Jay, you’ve been happy and flourishing without her, you don’t need to flaunt a fake girlfriend just to prove it.”

His serious face turns into an antagonist smirk. The kind of smile he makes when he seeks a deeper truth. “There’s something more to it isn’t it? Don’t lie sunshine, I can see it all over your face. What are you really afraid of?” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you can never have a secret of your own around him, he’s far to observant. You feel far too embarrassed to admit the ugly truth, but it has to be said.

“What if I get all like… I dunno… get confused…” Mumbling the last part you shyly look up at Jason. His analysing stare quickly turns to laughter which is insultingly loud. His face twisting in gut-clenching humour.

“Yeah right! You’re my best friend Y/n! We wouldn’t- we couldn’t.” His laughter continues to boom but that voice in the back of your head is still announcing it’s concerns.

You would never admit it to Jason, but you did use to have a school girl crush on him. He’s handsome, friendly and funny, he makes you feel so special. It’s hard not to get caught up in that Todd/Wayne family charm. His charisma is intoxicating, and you won’t lie to yourself that a small part of you had wished that he’ll see you as more than a friend. At least, that’s what you use to believe. You’ve spent so many years by Jason’s side you truely have come to experience all of his ugly sides. He’s childish, inconsiderate, selfish, uses humour as a deflection, un-committed and above all else, you’ve personally witness the Jason Todd heartbreak train.

You have both been friends for so long that an romantic hints have long since died out.

And just like that, watching Jason laugh til he wheezed over the proespects of either of you catching feelings, as if it was impossible to like you as anything more - squashed all of your feelings away.

Concerns be damned, we’re friends, and that all we’ll ever be.

“Fine I’m in.”

You were starting to realise that your reservations were not unfounded.

This bastard really invited me to his family hosted gala for a dumbass reason and couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up and bring me here.

You grumble in the backseat of the limo that is pulling into the driveway up to the red carpet where the paparazzi stood all on one side with their cameras flashing.

Ah fuck, is it too late to change your mind?

Before you could even request for the limo driver to continue driving out of the estate. The driver jumps out of the car racing to your door to pull it open.

As soon as the car door is pulled open, the bright flashes flare sporadically towards your direction as you slowly crawl out of the limo as elegantly as one could.

Whilst you may not be enjoying the frenzied flashes of the photos being taken. You were rather enjoying how put together you looked that evening.

Courtesy of Jason he insured that you would well taking care of by a team of designers, make-up artist and hairstylist.

While, you were skilled enough to get yourself ready. You appreciate how the team of designers custom made you a couture dress that fitted your figure more flattering than any other piece of garments in your closet and the fabric colours matched perfectly to your palette.

Never mind if you were quite skilled with make up; being skilled enough to enhance your features after years of practice. But never had you thought to use the products that the make up artist used, never had you thought to apply the techniques that they had and never had you thought that you would be able to make your face look more perfect than they were able to

And whilst your hair always looked done well never had you been able to style it the way that they did.

So yes, the flashing cameras were a bother but it was also a warm welcome considering how much you are feeling yourself right now. Excited to see the pictures and look back on this night of when you felt the most beautiful you have ever been in your whole life.

“You clean up well.” Jason says appearing by your side suddenly and looping his arm through your own. “Let’s get this over with shall we?” He says not passing you a second glance. 

“Are you serious? Men at the gas station have given me much higher compliments for much less.” You scoff rolling your eyes as you take a step forward.

“What am I? Your boyfriend?“ 

“Yes. Tonight, you are or have you forgotten?” You whipped back making Jason hesitate in his next step.

”Oh right.” He falters, but just as quickly he stands straighter, his shoulders squared. “You look remarkable doll.” He praises, pulling you in just a little bit closer. So he can nuzzle your neck. The action alone has the red carpet lighting up like fireworks. Almost blinding you completely, but Jason pulls you along with him.

You’d be lying if you said his condescending tone didn’t piss you off, but there was a sense of wanting to hear him speak those words to you authentically. You really couldn’t help but silently revel in his praise even if it was all a facade.

As soon as you to pass the paparazzi, you enter into the large hall filled with copious buckets of exotic flowers, the dining tables well dressed, with overelaborate centrepieces dominating the space.

At the end of the hall was a band propped up on a makeshift stage performing a soulful ballad.

At first you were looking forward to the glitz and glam, but the longer you look out into the hall and take in the faces of the crowd suddenly you were feeling more out of place. Normally you couldn’t give rats, about what others thought of. But the more you observed the crowd raking in your figure the more self-conscious you were growing. “Jason—“ you called out turning to the person who expected to be by your side suddenly gone.

What the fuck?!

Your head whips quickly, looking desperately to see where Jason has disappeared to.

There’s no way he brought you here just to abandon you.

You’re just about ready to storm back out through the door when Roy Harper catches your hand.

“Where do you think you’re going beautiful?” Roy says with that dangerous smile of his.

“Roy!” You greet enthusiastically, just about launching yourself into his arms. Caught off guard with your excitement, Roy stumbles back slightly, laughing at your unexpected antics.

“I’m surprised you’re here. Jason never comes to these things if he can help it. But you know how Oliver gets if I try and skip.” Roy shudders at the memory.

“Yeah well, Jason had this genius idea that we should play house in front of Artemis.” You answer as Roy slides a flute into your hands.

“Seriously?“Roy begins as you sip on your bubbly drink. “He’s the one that broke up with her so what does he even want?” You choke ungracefully on your drink.

What do you mean he broke up with her? Wasn’t it the other way around?”

“Aren’t you meant to be Jason’s number 2 friend or something? I thought you knew.”

“You mean number 1– because you’re number two.” You defend your title but Roy only shrugs his shoulders dismissively.

“Artemis accused Jason of having feelings for you and gave an ultimatum it was her are you.” You stare at Roy with wide eyes. “But just like always he chose you.“ He says lightly, as if every single word that he’s spoken so far hasn’t just about punched you in the gut.

“What the hell do you mean just like always?”

“Come on kid— how much longer are you two going to keep dancing around the facts? You know that Jason relationships haven’t worked out because of his feelings for you.” Your heart pounds in your chest. Your breath getting caught in your throat.

“Why are you saying all this?”

“Because it’s obvious your meant to be together and I’m sick of the slow burn! Just get together already!” Roy cheers making you frantically shush him as heads begin to turn to your direction.

“You just want my number one spot.” You huff, more so reassuring yourself that Roy’s antics are just that.

“Don’t deflect— I’m being serious… your number one spot is just a coincidental benefit for me when you two finally just admit it.”

You managed to avoid Jason for most of the evening—successfully, in fact—until you slipped out the side doors into the garden for a moment to breathe. That’s when you ran into Artemis.

“Oh—sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was out here. I’ll just go—”

“Wait a second. Come back,” she said, gesturing for you to sit beside her. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You approached slowly, feeling awkward about sitting next to Jason’s ex-girlfriend—the one he supposedly broke up with because of you.

“I have to admit,” Artemis began, her voice light, “a small part of me is glad to see you two together tonight. It just… validates how I felt back then. After months of agonizing, wondering if I made a mistake. Seeing you now—I can tell you really do like each other. Romantically.” You nearly cringed at the word, instinctively wanting to correct her. But something told you to stay quiet.

So you listened. “But it’s weird,” she continued. “Because in another way—I don’t care. Without you, maybe Jason and I wouldn’t have broken up. And if that didn’t happen, then I never would’ve found Wally.” Her gaze drifted dreamily toward the ballroom, where Wally stood among a small crowd, clearly saying something ridiculous. You both smiled. “Do me a favor?”

“Um… sure…” you said, hesitantly. Something in her tone made you nervous.

“Tell me the truth,” Artemis asked, locking eyes with you. “Do you love him?” Her gaze was unwavering, and in her eyes you saw something raw, searching—not judgment, just an honest plea. You almost gave her your usual answers.

Don’t be crazy, of course not.

He’s my best friend.

He’s basically my brother.

But you knew if you lied, if you denied it again, you’d be doing her—and yourself—a disservice.

So for the first time ever, you told the truth.

“I do,” you said softly.

“Romantically?” she asked, gently pushing.

“Romantically,” you confirmed, and it came with a surprising sense of relief.

“When?” she asked, now visibly intrigued.

“I’m not sure if there was one exact moment,” you said, the memories tugging a smile to your lips. “But I remember the first time I saw him… I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. And when we spoke, I just wanted to be someone important to him. Friend or… maybe something more.”

You glanced toward Artemis. She was listening intently.

“The first time I saw him with someone else, I was crushed. And every girl after that just made it easier to harden up. So I waited. I told myself to move on, to just find someone else. I thought I would...”

Artemis tilted her head. “So that’s when you finally admitted it to yourself?”

You shook your head. “No. I admitted it to myself a long time ago. But when you showed up… that’s when I accepted he’d never feel the same. But I was okay with that—as long as he had someone like you.”

Artemis placed a gentle hand over yours.

“So that’s why you begged me to take him back…”

Before you could answer, Wally appeared in the doorway.

“Sweets! Ready to go?” he called, holding up her purse.

“Thanks for the chat, Y/n,” Artemis said, standing with a kind smile. “I truly wish you and Jason happiness.”

You watched her rush off to Wally, your moment of catharsis now fading, replaced by the crushing weight of reality.

You were still living a lie.

How much longer could you keep pretending? Watching Jason live a life that didn’t include you—not really. Pretending you were content as just his friend, when in truth, you were using that friendship as a substitute for the love you could never express.

You weren’t his friend. You were a woman suppressing her feelings, convincing herself that his proximity was enough. But it wasn’t.

And worse—you were dragging Jason through it with you. Ruining his chances with other women who sensed your infatuation. It was one thing to lie to yourself…

But it was another to drag him along too.

“Wow—you almost convinced me,” came a voice behind you. “Good speech, you really out performed yourself.”

Jason.

You looked up at him, heart thudding painfully. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

“Jay—that wasn’t a lie,” you said quietly.

“What are you talking about, doll? Of course I know you love me, just… not like—”

“But it is like that,” you interrupted.

Jason blinked. You could already see the mental gymnastics beginning.

“Yeah-yeah, but what you really mean—”

“Is that I love you.”

You said it with finality. You wouldn’t let him reframe your words this time.

Jason froze. “You… don’t want me.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t—”

“I do.”

“Can—can you just stop for a second?!” he snapped, raking a hand through his hair. “You just think you do, but you don’t. Not really.”

“I do.”

“God—why are you being like this?” he said, voice cracking with something close to panic. “You don’t understand—I ruin things. I always do. Even if you love me now, later you won’t. I’ll ruin it, like I always do.

“I can’t make you want to be with me, Jason,” you said, voice steady but soft. “But I’m telling you I do love you. I’m telling you I want to be with you. I’m telling you I don’t want to be anything less. And I’m asking you—be mine.”

Jason was silent. For a moment, you feared he would walk away.

Then, softly, like an exhale. “I’m already yours, doll. Always have been.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “So what does this mean, exactly?”

Jason scoffed, as if the question was ridiculous. “It means I want you to start telling people I’m your boyfriend. Your partner. It means I want to come home to you—always. Sleep in our bed. Wake up beside you. And I don’t want to look at anyone else the way I look at you.”

He stepped closer, now only inches away.

And then—finally—he did what you’d both wanted for so long.

He kissed you.

Epilogue (if you can call it that)

Y/n: So I’m guessing you weren’t hung up on Artemis?

Jason: I really couldn’t give a shit

Y/n: …. So then why did you ask me to pretend to be your girlfriend to make her jealous?

Jason: … I wanted to see what it was like having you as a girlfriend

Y/n: …

Jason: … what?

Y/n: … you’re doing too much— seriously— you should’ve just told me you wanted me— could’ve saved all these years of mutual pining

[overflowingteacupoflove]

(smut incoming!)

outcast!chris who has crybaby!reader talk to him about the topic she’s been learning while he’s fucking her. and every-time her words tamper off, he stops. only starting back up when she continues speaking

"So the Roman's ha-have this- mm- these gods." You're trying so hard to keep from trailing off, from stopping your words because Chris is above you, head thrown back as he hums along with what you're saying, thrusting into you so good. "Yeah, what about 'em?" He asks, head tilting as he stops completely, doesn't even slow down as a warning, just stops.

You whine softly, hands on his forearms, nails digging into the flesh of his inner arm. You're eyes are closed tightly as you roll your hips, words won't even form anymore with how foggy your mind is at being so full. You feel a tap on your cheek and blink open your eyes, tears forming as you see the look on Chris's face.

"C'mon keep talking to me, baby." He coos mockingly. "Can't." you say sadly, tears slipping down. He brings a hand up and thumbs away the tears. "You can't, really? Yeah you can. You're a smart girl I know you can." He reassures a little condescending in his movements and words.

Because he knows you can't. Knows that your brain gets all fuzzy and you just can't talk while he's fucking you. He's so mean about it too, calling you smart and stuff as if you not being able to talk while getting your brains fucked out means you just aren't smart anymore.

"Guess I gotta stop then, baby." He sighs when you dont start talking, like he's sad he has to pull out and leave you all on your lonesome. He can barely hide the smirk that forms on his face when you whine and shake your head, "No, Chris, please don't." You wail, tears slipping down your face at the mere thought of it.

He croons and swipes his thumb over the tears on your cheeks, moving his hips again once you start back up. "The-the Romans had gods and-and they worship-worshipped them." You sniffle, squeezing your eyes shut to try and clear your brain.

"Good girl, c'mon tell me more, wanna hear all 'bout 'em." Chris hums, rolling his hips as you clutch his biceps and try to continue.

lo's post writing clarity- WOAH!!!!!

[thesassypadawan]

Deep Forest (Jacob x FemHalfDemonReader)

Summary: You’d overheard in your travels of a strong creature…a hulking being that wanders the forest trails at twilight, seeking out easy marks.  Begged and paid handsomely by the local villagers to exterminate this demon, you set the perfect trap…offering yourself as bait.  However you’re taken by surprise when your prey turns out to a very handsome human man…one that awakens a side of you that had long been buried.  (Story and reader are somewhat inspired by one of my favorite animes, InuYasha)

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Riding (giddy up), somewhat public smex, marking, fight for power/power imbalance, and… Jacob’s long, fat dick.

- Shrugging, slipping out of your black bodysuit.  You let it fall silently to the forest floor, landing amongst your discarded armor and pack.  Rustle  Stretching lazily, inhaling the crisp mountain air.  You discreetly take in your surroundings.  Crackle   Faint breeze coming from the east, causing the spring’s surface to ripple.  Bringing the tangy scent of fruit mixed with sweet flowers.  Hints of musk, fresh sweat.  Crunch

- A twig snaps somewhere behind, ringing throughout the clearing.  You don’t react initially, opting instead to let your prey think it still has the upper hand.  To allow it to draw closer, just enough so you’re able to…

- Leaves shift.  The chitter of birdsong falls quiet, but only for a brief moment as…

- Fingers automatically thread themselves into your weapon’s leather binding.  Swinging it with trained ease, bringing it around to bear the weight…block what you sense would be a blow to your right shoulder.  However the attacker maneuvers to the left at the last moment; kicking out, sweeping your legs from underneath you.

- The two of tumble across the cold, hard ground.  Thin blade slashes, misses your now dirt and mud-covered flesh by mere inches.  Evading and rolling, you protect yourself to the best of your ability.  Even landing a few well-placed hits with the blunt, curved edge of your boomerang.  As you easily disarm one another, grappling for dominance in a passionate dance.  One that will only end in one of two ways…life or death. 

- Or…perhaps…maybe…

- Straddling your attacker’s hips, you stare down at the naked man beneath you.  Your shallow pants melding along with his; forming an almost soothing, erotic melody.  Rising and drifting towards the purple, orange skies.  “Who are you?”

- Although your question was more of a demand; it was still simple, straight to the point.  Yet he only stares up at you silently.  Blue eyes glazed over, something wild flickering deep within them.

- In retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have won this fight.  The man clearly stood a good head taller than you.  Most likely outweighing you as well by a considerable amount.  His body toned, heavily corded with powerful muscles.  That flex, contort beneath you.  Testing your balance, your grip around his thick neck.  While radiating a warmth that leeches into your thighs, causes…

- Stomach clenches, hips cant unconsciously.  “What, too embarrassed to say?  Upset that you were bested by a woman?”  Sharpened nails scratch at, sink slightly into the vulnerable curve of his throat.  “Thought I would be an easy mark…roll onto my back, part my legs for you like some spineless bitch?”

- A curious shudder vibrates through his form, sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.   “Mmmh, I was hoping so…”  Considerable length, twitching and swelling.  Hardening, pressing more firmly against your groin.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve had something pretty like you…”

- Breath catches, the coil inside your core tightens.  You should be repulsed, put off  by his unsavory choice of words and actions.  But there’s something about it; coupled with having such a strong, large being pinned down…helpless, under your control.  That was oddly arousing, that awoke a side of yourself which…

- Head tilts to the side; a predatory, feral smile spreads across your face.  “Is that so?”  Impulsively you start to rock; rubbing yourself teasingly, slowly.  The friction delicious, tantalizing.  “Maybe we can come to an agreement then…?”

- “Jacob,” he hisses through his teeth.  Cock jerking and twitching.  Smacking your stomach gently, smearing his pearly essence where your eager and fertile womb lay hidden.  “What might you have in mind…?”

- Picking up your pace, grinding against him harder.  “I go by many names.  Beast.  Abomination.  Half-breed.  Demon.”  Fighting your baser instincts to not whine, beg him to take you right then.  Fill you with…  “As for my real one though…I’ll only grace you with it if you get the job done.”

- His eyebrows rose slightly, adam’s apple bobbed between your spread fingers.  “A job, eh?”  The smell of his excitement, the opium running through his veins making your nostrils flare…mouth water.  “Care to elaborate more?”

- Lifting your hips, leaning forward.  You line up your aching, soaked core with his bulbous, dripping tip.  “It’s simple really.  You give me a litter; a substantial, strong one…”  All the while keeping your gleaming eyes trained on him…hand still fast in place around his neck.  “I’ll give you an experience that you’ve never encountered before.  Not even in your wildest fantasies…”

- “Ah, but what if I refuse?”  He grunts, fingertips digging furrows in the wet soil beneath him…thighs trembling with anticipation under you.  “Or what if I present to you a counter offer instead?”

- Nudging, allowing his head to slip past your tight rim.  “Then it better be a good one.”  Needy, desperate mewl falling from your lips.  “Less you want me to leave your body here for the other predators to feast upon…”  Quickly transforms into a soft growl of warning.  “…to rot here for eternity, in the deep forest.”

- Boldly, he grabs your sides.  Squeezes, kneads the supple flesh.  “Make me your mate…  I’ll be sure to have your belly swell every cycle with a brood of big pups…”  Pulls you roughly, impales you on himself.  Growling in his own gravelly, husky voice as you clench and flutter.  From the burning, almost inhuman stretch.  “For as long as you want…”

- Slick trickles down his shaft; dampens his tuft of wiry, blond curls.  “Then we have ourselves a deal, Jacob…”  Shallow gasps escape you, washes over the crook of his neck.  Tongue laps and licks at what you deem the perfect spot.  “Mate…”  And you sink your canines in.  Marking him, making him irreversibly yours for the rest of his life.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @laylaplease, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @jediavengers, @anisangeldust, @fredswrite, @xhunnybeeex, @theladykassia, @thesmexymenace,@these-travels, @beresfordsgirl, @megathatharrypotterfan, @tygresha

[hayden-christensen-verse]

🌊𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔🌸

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚: 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓~

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂 (𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒕), 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉), Anakin making weird sounds, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚, readers Pov. 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

I have no concept of time and bed rot for hours

mer biology here

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Reader Pov

I walk along the sandy beach; faint ruffling of my dress can be heard over the crashing waves. I bring a jewelry clad hand to my face and rub the red slap mark upon my cheek that I got from my father. I huff softly

"They just want to give me to some random man and not someone I love. they won't even let me choose" I mumble angrily, kicking at the sand. I walk over to the little alcove with an open moon pool that connects to the sea, I sit on the sand ramp and slip my feet into the cool water, sighing as I relax. I lay on my back as I close my eyes, humming softly as listen to the sounds around me, unaware of a pair of eyes watching me as they peak above the water. the swooshing of water is heard before I feel a webbed clawed hand rubbing my leg, my eyes shoot open and sit up and look down at where I was touched. my eyes lock with a vibrant blue eye, slowly I begin to roam my eyes over this mysterious figure. To his dirty blond hair, the scar over his eye and to the deep blue tail that swishes lightly under water.

little did I know that this would lead to the best thing to ever happen to me

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

I run out of the palace and down to the alcove with tears in my eyes as my father screams for me to come back. I drop to my knees on the sandy mini beach as I cry

"(y/n), love what's wrong?" a smooth voice calls out from the water, small splashing can be heard as Anakin crawls from the water before cupping my cheek with his webbed hand, making me look at him. I sniffle as I gaze at him before throwing myself into his arms, both of us getting wet but none of that mattered as I cry into his well-built chest. my hand grips his biceps that are encircled with gold jewelry

"h-he's making me marry a prince from a far-off land, I've heard rumors that he's cruel and mean. I love your ani, I don't want to marry him" I sob out into his neck, his arms wrap around my torso.

Anakin lets out a whimper as he hugs me, the mere thought of his mate being forced to be with someone else then him. for the next hour Anakin got me to calm down and start smiling again. a thought popped into my head as I turn to look at him.

"Forgive me but I'm quite curious but how to Mer people mate?" I ask tilting my head at him, eyes wide in curiosity. Anakin looks at me with wide eyes as a blush form over his sun kissed skin

"o-oh um, well see these small fins here" he says shyly pointing to the small triangle shape fins, i nod waiting for him to cintinue

"Well under these fins is my slit where my womb and penis hide to protect them" he says, spreading the fins away showing a long-slit underneath

"They start coming out when I'm aroused and the skin around the slit is very sensitive to the touch"

a blush coats my face as he explains his biology, I'm quite shocked that he has a womb but chalk that up to Mer stuff. Anakin remains shy before an idea hits him and he quickly grasps my hands with a eager smile

"What if I got you Pregnant and then you wouldn't have to marry that prince. I mean I am a prince in my world." he beams happily at the suggestion; I sit their stunned before a gleeful smile makes way to my lips.

"Anakin that's a wonderful idea but how would that even work, can we even have babies together" I say excitedly before drifting to uncertainty

"we'll just have to find out then won't we~" he purrs out as her grasps my hips,

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

a moans and grunts can be heard echoing in the hidden alcove, sloshing water and skin against scales could also be heard.

"fuck~ Anakin!" I moan, laying on the beach partly in the water so anakin can thrust into me. my legs wrapped around his hips as I throw my head back the water reaching up halfway to my back, arms wrapped around his neck as we are face to face moaning. his thick cock stirring up my insides, long and thick as he grips my hips keeping me summered in the water

"fuck, ngh so good" he grunts, the water lapping at our chests "im so close, my love"

"mphf m-me too, so close" he moans, painting my womb with his seed, throwing his head back. I tighten my legs around him as i cum around his cock. he falls limp on top of me as we paint and huff for air. anakin nuzzles into my neck as he begins to pepper the slick skin with kisses. he pulls back and smiles at me, a smile so bright and warm that it rivals the sun

we both giggle and smile as we look at each other lovingly

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

months have passed and I get incessantly harder to hide the growing bump. wearing baggy outfits just can't cute it anymore now that I'm in my last month and the little waddle is not helping, I'm determined to have this baby where anakin can be close. so, I make my way down to the beach then to the alcove

"(Y/N)!! WAIT FOR ME MY DEAR!!" a voice shouts, realization sets in that it's my mother calling me as she speeds walks to me. I turn around and wait for her with a tight-lipped smile. as she approaches i make sure to hide the bump as much as possible from her.

"Hello, mother" i say sweetly, as we walk side by side down to the beach

"(y/n) i have a question and please answer truthfully" my mother says firmly but kind

"Are you pregnant?" and with those words my world crumbles and panic start to rise up into my chest. I look at her before looking at the ground

".... yes, I am mother" the words come out softly and shakily, a hand is placed on my shoulder and it's not angry but understanding and happy

"If it's not a problem but who is the father?" she asks softly, we make it to the last stair and onto the beach.

"anakin, the prince of the Mer-people" i murmur out as we grow slowly closer to the alcove

"Mer-people!? dear I don't even want to know how but at least it's a prince I guess, but you must keep this from your father. join anakin into the sea, that's what would be best. your father would have his, your and your children's heads for this and no doubt a war. I used to love a mer, his name was obi wan, and I regret never joining him so please don't do what I did" my mother, queen satine, says to me, smiling

"Are you sure mother? I don't wish to leave you..." I trail off nervously before I grunt and grasp at my belly

"yes, I'm su- honey are you ok!?" satine asks as her voice raises in pitch as she wraps her arms around me.

"o-oh mom, i think the baby is coming. to the alcove anakin is there" I grunt out as we walk as fast as we can. upon entering the alcove my mother helps me into the shallow water and get ready

"anakin, you can come out, its ok. she knows" I pant out as I lightly slap the water telling him he can come out. a shadow shoots up out of the water and brakes out of the water and swims closer

"My love! are you alright I was so worried you went going to show up or something bad happened" anakin says worriedly as he pulls himself onto the shallow bank next to me, wrapping an arm around me and the other on my belly

"Mm I'm sorry sunshine, didn't mean to worry you but out baby is coming" I say before yelling in pain as contractions start. anakin and my mother start freaking out before helping

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

after a few hours, I slay slumped against Anakin's chest as he holds me and I hold our new babies, Luke and Leia. they suckle at my breast as their little tails twitch and flap. Luke getting a light green tail and Leia getting a rose gold tail. me and anakin smile softly at our babies and my mother looks at us fondly, but the happy moment is interrupted by distant yelling.

"You both must go now! anakin make her a mer and go, live your life and don't return for it will be a death sentence" my mother ushers us into the deeper waters.

that would be the last time I'd ever see my mother, but I had anakin and our children and I couldn't be happier

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

geez this is so long lmao, sorry for its lateness, I've been tired and no motivation to write but here it is, hope y'all liked it

[swagyalastorwife]

⚠️Very important⚠️

Hiiiii everyone (^-^)/❤️How are you?

As I told you, I'm closing requests until June 27th, because it's my exam period and I have a lot of things to revise and I really have to stay focused!!! I hope that won't bother you!!

⚠️However, I will continue to write some headcanons or one shots but I will only do maybe one per week!! ⚠️this organization is temporary⚠️ bc :

⚠️From June 27th, requests will be open again and I will continue to post all your requests⚠️

Master list 1

Master list 2

The rules

Pov:me when I'm in front of my exam sheet and my oral!😭🤣💙

[hanasnx]

SMUT ALPHABET " A-B " — darth vader, anakin skywalker, leo campo, jacob.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: this was stuck in my drafts and i wanna get it out | source. WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | aftercare | body part

A = Aftercare — what they’re like after sex:

DARTH VADER can't help that he's very cold. It stretches past intimacy. During the heat of the moment, at the height of passion, you'll find he's a rare breed. Aftercare would look different on him compared to traditions. There are times where he does not offer aftercare, simply using you as you sought and returning to normalcy. As if he's embarrassed to have shown such weakness. At his best, he'll stroke your hair. Call you sweet, but troublesome. Watch you as you drift to sleep. He's not fond of being touched, or reminded of his vulnerability so aftercare would be an uncomfortable experience if you tried to give him some.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER will clean you up thoroughly with a warm and damp cloth. If he was particularly rough with you, he'll help you bathe and get the cum out of your hair. Water breaks and maybe a snack to "keep up your strength." Talk to you to keep you from falling asleep on him. He needs to be held, he needs to be reassured, so it would bleed into your aftercare as well. You'd receive the treatment he craves, in other words. He'd assume that's what everyone wants. Additionally, he gets very moody if you must leave him to attend to other matters. He much prefers when you set aside time for him, especially if it's to spend the night sleeping in his bed.

LEO CAMPO has a standard routine for it. He'll ask you the same questions. "Can I get you anything?" being his main first. He likes to wind down afterwards with a shower together. Massages are always appreciated, whether he's giving one or receiving one. The two of you worked hard, might as well soothe those sore muscles about it. He'll make you both dinner, pick out a random movie, and sit quietly with you. Your company is valuable, and aftercare comes in many different forms.

JACOB has spent a lot of his time on the run. Whether its from his origins, from his demons, or from the Black Guard, it makes him uncomfortable to stay still. Aftercare might not be his highest priority, and he might— inadvertently, albeit— make you feel like a discarded escort. He rushes through leaving the bed, getting dressed, and moving on to his next task. After he's broken the habit, he'd force himself to remain laying with you. To talk about the encounter, lead himself to be vulnerable.

B = Body part — their favorite, and second favorite body part of their partner’s:

DARTH VADER and ANAKIN SKYWALKER share a common interest in biting your ear to remind you of his existence. With a mask it is delayed until he's able, but it's genuinely his favorite to kiss and to bite. All your other parts deserve recognition, but none of them have him leaning over to latch his teeth onto to slowly drag out. An impulse he cannot shake. Your chest is a close second favorite. He can't think of anything he wouldn't do to your tits. Clamps on your nipples, or biting and sucking on them. Fucking the space between them, or cumming all over them. He doesn't discriminate.

LEO CAMPO wishes he had a more romantic answer. He's almost ashamed to admit it's your ass. Almost. Followed closely by your lips. He finds any excuse to get his hands on your ass. Pinching, swatting, patting, stroking, squeezing. He loves watching it bounce on him when he's fucking you from behind. Your lips are kissed constantly, bitten and tugged on. He also superbly enjoys kissing the corner of them. Not to mention how soft they feel and supple they look wrapped around his cock.

JACOB is very drawn to your eyes. He used to largely avoid eye contact, reminds him of when he was too intense. Additionally, no one's earned the respect of his eye contact. All he wants to do now is gaze into yours. He gets lost in them, and he'll turn you to look at him with his hand on your chin when you're talking to him or vice versa. Your waist is his second favorite. Palms slide up your torso, tracing its outlines, using it as a handle when you're riding him and you need some extra help.

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[manikas-whims]

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟..

..𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 ♡”

- Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë -

[starlightsuffered]

Outcast (p4)

Info - stealing, reader with a stronger moral compass than Lee, queer reader, fingering, smoking, living out of a car, argument

I woke up and missed the warmth of Lee. It seemed he'd woken up before me. I smelled something delicious and sat up. I saw he was cooking fish over a fire. He wore new clothes and he looked very handsome in his undone blouse.

I stretched and got out of the truck bed. I was embarrassed when my stomach rumbled. He laughed, and offered me some fish. I ate it and then dunked my head in the lake to drink. I stood up and wiped the back of my mouth.

"You ready to go? We won't get there by tonight, but tomorrow we should," he said and picked up his rucksack.

"Let's go," I smiled. we hopped in and the AC blowing steadily felt amazing. We began to make casual conversation. As we did I looked around our new truck. I noticed in the back was a black hoodie. It didn't seem Lee's style and was much too large anyway. I smelled it and it didn't smell like sugar and smoke like he did .

"What are you doing?" He asked worriedly. I wrenched down the visor and pictures fell out. A picture of a large man in sunglasses holding a giant fish flew out.

"Stop that!" He said, swerving as he tried to stop me from going into the glove compartment. I snatched out a paper.

"Jedediah Cromwell!" I snarled throwing the papers at him.

"Hey, just calm down."

"You did NOT trade in this truck!" I accused.

"Okay, so maybe I didn't, what's the big deal?" He asked, shrugging as he drove. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. I snatched it out and threw it out the window.

"Hey! I haven't got a lot of money to buy more of those," he snapped.

"Maybe you can steal some, because that's what you did with this truck isn't it Lee!" I accused and he didn't say anything, just ran a hand through his hair.

"Pull over," I said, glowering. He did what I wanted but then began to protest when I got out of the vehicle. I was stomping away from Lee and his lies.

"Where are you going?" He asked, obviously chasing after me.

"Why do you care, thief!" I shot back.

"Is it really that big of a deal?" He demanded.

"Oh, I don't know, it could just land us in prison!" I retorted. Suddenly I was grabbed roughly and spun around. He held me by my upper arms and the look in his eyes was wild.

"I don't think you understand y/n," he growled. "We, you and me, we don't have options."

"I didn't steal-"

"You are homeless!" He said and it felt like a slap to my face. I actually retracted at his words.

"You and me, we don't have daddies who will buy us cars and fix them up with us. We don't have mothers who make dinner and cookies. We have to fight to survive. Who is going to hire some homeless kids who smell like dirt and look even worse? You're one of us now, and I know it's because your parents are assholes, but you can't afford to have a perfect moral code when you live out here, trust me. I tried it that way at first, but it doesn't work. Because we can't live off pity, eventually, there's a time when we need something, and there's no way to get it other than to fuck someone else over. Or you'll just have to lay down and die, which is it gonna be?"

"You picked me up," I said in a small voice.

"Yeah and what if I hadn't? How many days could you have gone without food? Without a bed or transportation, without your basic needs? You think you would've lasted? You think some other Good Samaritan would have come along and gave you everything you needed?"

We were quiet a long time as he stared at me. I hated that he was right. We'd needed a truck and he'd gotten us one. I wasn't ever going to be the same person I was before I came out to my parents. I could still cling onto the hope that Sienna would change her mind when Lee brought me back, but until then, he was right. I was homeless.

"Why'd you chase after me if you're so every man for himself?" I asked him

"I didn't want to lose you, not so soon," he admitted. I let him walk me back to the truck. The silence didn't last long. I began asking Lee about how he did it, and what other things he'd learned how to do being on his own. He seemed surprised that I was interested. That night we were back on good terms. He set up the bed in the truck again, and laid behind me again. However, tonight, I couldn't seem to get to sleep.

I was tossing and turning and Lee had moved away so as not to be whipped by a body part of my hair. Finally, he grabbed me, pinning my arms down. From behind me his sleep deep voice grumbled.

"Please stop."

"I'm sorry, I just can't sleep," I pouted.

"I know something that could help," he said. Suddenly his palm was sliding down my body, and it crept into my pants. I sucked in a breath.

"Is this okay?" He asked me.

"I mean, technically I'm single," I said with a shaky voice. He grunted in approval and two fingers were slowly pushed inside me. Fuck his fingers were long. I gasped as he curled them.

He began to pump them in and out of me. I was breathing heavily as a warm pleasure crept over me quickly.

"You're so stiff, loosen up," he said and I did. The feeling was even better now. I bit my lip as he went faster. I could hear the erotic wet sounds in the night.

"Lee," I whined a little.

"I've got you," he said back and pressed a thumb to my clit. I squealed and threw a hand over my mouth.

"We're out in the forest," Lee chuckled. "No one will hear you."

"Uhhhhhhh," I moaned loudly, being given permission.

"That's it, feel good so you can sleep," he coaxed me. He slipped a third finger inside me and I cried out.

"Feel good?" He asked me.

"Yes, fuck yes Lee," I huffed and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. Somehow that felt more intimate than the fingering.

"I'm close," I panted.

"Good, good," he said softly. With another curl of this thin digits I cried out and came. I was moaning loud enough to echo.

"There you are," he said pleasantly and pulled his fingers out. I heard him lick them clean.

"Now sleep or I'm going to kick you out," he chuckled. I found that to my surprise, I could sleep. I drifted off quickly, with Lee's arm still around me.

[overflowingteacupoflove]

outcast!chris making a charcoal drawing of crybaby!reader and she finds it absolutely stunning

You didn't even know that Chris had been drawing, okay well you knew he was drawing but you didn't know what he was drawing. He places down his charcoal crayon, hands dusty and stained jet black from the residue of the crayon, and gently rips out the page from his notebook.

"Uhm, this is uh- s'for you." He smiles and passes the paper to you. You grab it delicately, not wanting to crumple or tear the piece of paper. You almost don't recognize that it's you, but then you do and it has tears springing in your eyes because no one's ever taken any time to really notice you. The curve of your nose, the shadows that fall across your face when the sun hits you just right, the way your hair falls, and the little bit of frizz that's always a little bit there.

"Is this me, Chris?" You ask, stunned as you look up at him, doe eyes glassy with unshed tears. He nods and you pounce on him, attacking him with a hug. He falls back with a 'oomf' onto his bed, wrapping his arms around you and rocking side to side.

You place kisses all over his chest, pink lipgloss staining and stickying the fabric of his shirt. "Im guessing you like it?" Chris mumbles into your hair and you can feel his head tilt. "I love it! The man you are Christopher Owen the man you are." You smile as you shimmy down to sit up, not wanting to smack your head into his mouth, straddling him for a moment before leaning back down, hands placed on his chest to balance yourself, to kiss him.

Your lips slot with his, moving in sync for just a second before you pull back just enough to mumble, "Its stunning, Chris." Against his lips. You both smile against eachothers lips before he rolls you both over so he's on top of you instead. You're making out, a messy thing of tongues and lipgloss, before you realize you still have the page on the bed. You pull back, though it's hard due to the fact that your head is on the bed, and push Chris up into a sitting position.

He hovers a little confused as you wriggle out from under him to grab the page and place it on the nightstand. "I didnt wanna ruin it." You smile before your back under him and pulling him back down.

[bluestar22x]

The Outcast Masterlist

Summary: You found him near death in the snow. Saving him changed everything.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Series Rating: 18+

Warnings: Eventual explicit smut, slow burn, some sexism appropriate for the time period, pov changes, fowl language, modern swears used in a time period most of them probably didn't exist. Lots of this story might not be time period accurate.

Author’s Note: This one just popped into my head out of nowhere. I have so much writing for other fics that I should be doing instead, but my mind had to make this up. Oh well.

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Lost And Found

Getting Acquainted

Falling

Something More

Epilogue: The Future

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Moodboard (made by @saradika)

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Main Masterlist

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[the-moonlit-literati]

✦ Letter from Isolde – July ✦

Theme: Antiheroes & Outcasts Literati Pick: Vicious by V.E. Schwab

To the Dreamers,

They say villains know they are villains. But what of those who believe they are saviours?

This month, we slip into the minds of those who walk the line — not quite noble, not quite damned. The antiheroes. The outcasts. The ones who rewrite the rules because the world never played fair to begin with.

Our chosen tale, Vicious, is cold and electric. A story where friendship fractures into obsession, And power becomes a blade turned inward.

It asks:

What happens when brilliance loses its conscience?

When does grief become vengeance?

When are monsters made, and choose to remain?

Vicious is not a story of heroes. It’s a story of broken boys with god complexes, of second chances turned sharp, of splintered trust and slow-burning vendetta.

It is a study in control. In obsession. In the monstrous things we become when the world stops listening.

Read carefully, darlings. In the dark, it’s hard to tell the difference between a saviour and a villain. Perhaps the difference was never meant to be clear.

You will not be asked to choose a side. Only to look closer. And perhaps — to wonder what side you’d fall on, if pushed far enough.

Pack your morals light, loves. We won’t be needing them here.

With a steady hand and an unsettled heart, Isolde

https://discord.gg/e3Papwwp

[thesassypadawan]

💜🤍Jacob (Forsaken Hero)🤍💜

Deep Forest (Jacob x FemHalfDemonReader) *Smut*

Summary: You’d overheard in your travels of a strong creature…a hulking being that wanders the forest trails at twilight, seeking out easy marks.  Begged and paid handsomely by the local villagers to exterminate this demon, you set the perfect trap…offering yourself as bait.  However you’re taken by surprise when your prey turns out to a very handsome human man…one that awakens a side of you that had long been buried.  (Story and reader are somewhat inspired by one of my favorite animes, InuYasha)

[hayden-christensen-verse]

🗡️I like them rugged✨

so, this is extremely late lmao forgive me and it's going to be kind of straight to the point and I'm ignoring the poll sorry :/

pair: Jacob x reader (Lorenzo is a hoe lmao)

warnings: Voyeurism, outdoor sex, p in v, Lorenzo is the town harlot, reader being mistaken as a man

summary: Lorenzo is known to steal people that Jacob is into, unbeknownst to Jacob their other companion is a woman and is only interested in him and not the town harlot

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⁀➴ wet plops of hooves can be heard as three set of hooves hit the muddy ground along with the faint sounds of metal clinking together as each hoof hits the ground.

"Are we there yet?" whined a man with sandy blond hair as he moan about his hips hurting from riding for so long

"Yes Lorenzo, we're almost there" said a gruff voice, completely fed up with his younger brothers whining as he rolls his eyes.

"Maybe we should camp for the night, it's getting dark" a muffled voice said, the thick helm distorting the voice

Jacob sighs and nods as he pulls the reigns to the side, making the horse go off the path. Lorenzo and the knight follow after Jacob, sliding off their horses and onto the semi damp ground. the three knights start setting up camp and start a fire.

"I'm going to go Bathe in the stream, I'll be back in a bit" masked knight muttered load enough for the other two to hear and they not in return.

after the knight walked away, Lorenzo snapped his head to Jacob

"We should go peep on him" said Lorenzo as he grinned widely at his other brother, to which Jacob brows and lips scrunch up in disgust at the words that came out of his brother.

"What the hell is wrong with you" Jacob half yells, turning his whole body to face him with his hands on his hips

"aren't you curious what's under that helm?" Lorenzo prods, his face excited. Jacob sighs before nodding before stumbling as Lorenzo grabs his arm and drags him in the direction the knight went off to.

soon they both make it to a bush peaking between the branches trying to catch a glimpse of the knight. the site the find is shocking.

both Lorenzo and Jacobs jaw drop as they gaze upon a lean curvy figure washing their body as their armor lays close by. the brothers turn to look at each other before turning back to keep watching as their now unmasked friend washes them self in the stream

your pov

⁀➴ I wash my hair as i hear a twig snap, rolling my eyes before snapping my head to the bush, glaring

"i knew you both would pull this shit once you had the chance" I sneer out at them

"Might as well come out" both men coming out of the bush, Jacob has the decency to look ashamed while Lorenzo is eyeing my body with a smug smile. Lorenzo proceeds to open his mouth to say something lewd and how we should fuck and how he'll make it good.

"No thanks, I'm not into baby faced harlots like you but your brother on the other hand is my type" I say in disgust before turning more heated when Jacob is mentioned while Lorenzo looks shocked, and Jacob looks shocked as well with a deep blush coats his cheeks. I walk out of the water as droplets land on the stones, I quickly grab rope from my armor belt and drag Lorenzo to the tree and tie him there. I walk back to Jacob, my hips swaying as I smirk as I grasp his jaw and pull him into a deep kiss as I press my body against him. I can feel his bulge as I press myself against him. I guide Jacob to the grassy ground near Lorenzo, straddling Jacob's waist as I open his shirt and taking it off him with his help along with his pants. I hear a whine as Lorenzo complains and begs, i turn and smirk at him as I guide his brother's cock to my hole, slowly i lower myself onto his cock. we both moan as he slips deeper into my cunt, stilling once he's all the way in. Jacob places his hands on my hips as mine go on his chest, I lift my hips before dropping them back down as we let out a string of long moans as repeat the prosses. Lorenzo continues to whine and beg as me and Jacob fuck, Jacob flips me onto my back as he wildly thrusts into me. soon we reach our peaks, his cum flooding my womb as mine coats his cock, a faint pathetic whine escapes the harlot as he comes into his pants.

"You came from watching us fuck? tsk you're so pathetic" I sneer with a smirk, looking at him seeing the wet patch on his tan pants

"Well let's hope you don't pass out from Cumming to much, Lorenzo because me and your brother are from done" I giggle out as Jacob starts trusting again

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