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aechii · 11 months

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getting into a argument w jude before a big match and him thinking you two aren’t on good terms but before the game starts he spots you in his jersey in the crowd and has that extra boost of confidence to do well bc he considers u a good luck charm

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A/N ?! nothing much to say, other than, expect ALOT of jude works this next week heheh 🤭

in retrospect, jude's frustration was justified. blinded and consumed by workload- both her own and favours [y/n] had hesitantly agreed to take on- which had ultimately caused her deathly amounts of stress, she had missed jude’s past 5 games. it was something both her and him found distasteful, and after a long conversation, they had come to the (forced) agreement that she would show up to his next one, no questions asked.

so, of course, when she had informed him that she was due in for an extra day of work, unprecedented, jude’s uplifted mood and focused mindset merged into a catastrophic ensemble as annoyance and disappointment took over. and as she rushed around the kitchen to gather her things, jude remained stagnant and stood by the table as he watched her, frowning.

“you’re really not coming?” jude questioned indignantly. it came out harsher than he intended, but with all due candor, he didn’t have the heart to care.

[y/n] hurriedly leaned over the counter to grab her keys, but her boyfriend beat her to it, swiping it into his hands before shoving them into his pocket.

“what the hell, jude?”

“are you not listening to me? i asked you a question.”

jude’s stubbornness triggered [y/n] as she threw her arms up in the air.

“what does it look like?” she retorted, annoyed, “i’m sorry but i really have to go.”

she attempted to reach for her keys, but was stopped by jude. his face turned frigid and a tide of disbelief succumbed him, “are you being serious right now? [y/n]- you haven’t been to any of my games for weeks!”

she checked the time, getting more desperate as she noticed it was 5 minutes past the time she was supposed to leave the house.

“jude, i’m sorry, okay? but i'm going to be late, we can talk about this later.”

he didn’t move, but rather stayed rooted in his spot, arms crossed as he glared at the girl before him. he was swallowed by fury, his mind trailing off on its own, and his mouth just let angered words tumble out.

“you’re so selfish. fucking go then.” his hand digs through his pocket, hurling the keys on the table before shoving his way back to the living room.

[y/n] stood there, stilled with bewilderment as she attempted to process jude’s outburst. she understood that he had been m.i.a for the past few weeks, and hadn’t shown her face in support of jude. so much so, that fans started speculating that they had broken up, forcing them to reach dire needs of posting travel photos to compensate for her absence.

but he needn’t call her that. they had talked about it many a time that [y/n] wasn’t ready to give up her job any time soon, and jude, albeit reluctantly, agreed for her to continue going. she knew it would be hard for him to understand as her work involved shifts and being called in spontaneously to fill in missing staff.

[y/n] faded out of her shock, scoffing as her frustration lead her conscience, “if you want to be like that, then be like that jude,” she shouted to him, snatching her last belonging off of the table and heading to the door.

she would've cared if she wasn't so pissed at jude, but she instead slammed the door behind her after jude slipped in his last attack.

"i'll just find somebody else to wear my shirt then!"

+_-

jude could already feel how skewed his mind was the second his cleats sunk into the grass. he felt guilty, in all rights, for what he had said, but he truly was upset for the lack of [y/n]'s support. he realised that his game had dipped just bit, whether they lose or win, and consequently, his name was losing its shine on the scoresheet.

everyone knew he performed better when she was there. gio had called her his 'good luck charm' to which jude replied with a sound of agreement because he thought so too. jude always had the urge to impress her even more, as if she wasn't vehemently aware of his talent, and it had him dominating the attacking line.

he could excuse 2 games maximum of no show, but now that this was turning into her 6th disappearance, he was getting fed up.

"you look like there's a stick up your ass, what's wrong?"

gio had commenced a side step circle around jude, in an attempt to dizzy the boy. it evokes a light look of judgment instead, but jude said nothing.

"[y/n] isn't coming today… again."

his friend's face turns sympathetic and he stops his ministrations, walking up to him, "man, really?"

jude nodded, "yeah. and even if there was a slight chance she could, i've fucked that up too."

gio rolled his eyes, exhaling melodramatically, "what now?"

"i said that if she doesn't come then i'll just find someone else to wear my shirt." shame riddled his being, and his words progressively depleted in volume as gio looked punched by shock.

"jude, what the fuck?" he tsked, "and how did she react to that? pissed? because it's very much deserved. matter of fact, i would've broken up with you."

jude's face turned hard, yet he felt his heart drop at the possibility. what he'd said was absolute shit, and it had given his girlfriend options, one of which was to leave him.

over his dead, fucking body.

"don't say that and no, we didn't break up. she just slammed the door and left."

"as if that makes anything any better, jude," gio retorted, arms crossed. he knew jude was quite an amateur when it came to gripping the reins of his feelings, but more times than not, it seemed like it was vice versa.

marco noticed them slacking off, running up to them before they were being forced into a couple more training drills. jude knew that his playing headspace had to be on, but his conscience dallied between that and pondering over his fallout with [y/n] and he gave up, knowing that he was going to have another off-game.

+_-

by half time, jude wanted out. they were 2-0 down, and marco was completely livid. his coach had watched them with complete confusion, trying to find the break in the circuit. if he had, and noticed that it was, in fact, jude himself, it was as if he was sworn to secrecy because most players but him were subbed out.

jude had spaced out during the locker room talk, and his legs were on autopilot as they walked back into the field. his eyes were trained on the mass of black and yellow, in an attempt for a last string of hope, before he's interrupted by gio's voice.

"jude, look!"

he pointed to the vip box, and jude squinted before his eyes set upon the undeniable stature of his girlfriend, dressed in his shirt.

"no way."

his mind failed at formulating words, and the second they made eye contact, jude smiled and blew her a kiss. she didn't catch it, but rather gave him a humorous look that said, 'impress me'.

gio watched the whole ordeal with a grin, hooking his arm around the boy before whispering in his ear, "fix the game, loverboy!"

jude snickers back, feeling his limbs light with exhilaration, "bet."

and the second he scored, he ran up to the stands, hands structured in his girlfriend's initial before making a heart.

the smile she gave her would remain in his memories forever.

#work de aechii 🫧#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham romance #jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham fanfic #borussia dortmund #football imagines #footballer x reader #footballer x you

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nhlclover · 2 months

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tensions | rutger mcgroarty

word count: 1.09k

summary: after a disappointing loss, you attempt to comfort your boyfriend who is drowning in frustrations.

warnings: fighting, arguing, rutger being a bit of a dick, brief appearance from luca fantilli

notes: how do y'all come up w good titles? plz send tips xo

The walk home from Yost is silent other than the sound of Rutger’s dress shoes scuffing on the pavement. It’s hard for you to come up with the right thing to say now. Not much feels appropriate after watching Rutger’s team lose 5-2.

It’s been a frustrating season for the team. Coming into it, they had just lost two of their best players in Luke and Adam who went to go play in the NHL. Despite other players joining, the team couldn't quite replicate the success. It was up and down, this game being one of the deepest downs.

You followed Rutger up to the sophomore home, him darting straight to his room. As you entered Rutger's room, the weight of the loss hung heavy in the air. Rutger slumped down onto his bed, falling to his back. You sighed softly, shutting the door behind you. You stood by the doorway momentarily, feeling slightly wary approaching him as if he had put a forcefield around him. It hurt seeing Rutger like this.

“You played well tonight, Rut.” You say softly.

He didn’t respond, instead, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling. You could see his jaw was clenched, hands in fists by his sides. You sighed, sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed, and placing a hand delicately on his knee.

“I’m sorry, babe. I know it’s been a tough season.” You say.

Rutger jerks his knee away, standing up. “You don’t know anything, y/n.” He says. “You don't understand what it's like out there on the ice, fighting tooth and nail for every point. You don't get it.”

You furrow your brow, watching Rutger with a mixture of frustration and concern. "Maybe I don't fully understand it like you do, Rutger," you reply, your voice tinged with exasperation, "but that doesn't mean I can't try to empathize with what you're going through. You're out there battling, sure, but you're not alone in this."

Rutger scoffed, jaw tensing as he looked away. "You really don't get it, y/n. It's not just something you can fix with a hug or a pep talk." Rutger snapped. His words coming out in a much harsher tone than intended, but his frustrations had reached a boiling point and were now spilling over onto you. "This is real fucking pressure and real fucking responsibility."

You recoiled, hurt flashing across your face. You felt like giving it right back to him. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to retaliate and give it back as good as you got. However, you decided to stand taller, your voice remaining steady despite all your feelings swirling inside. You understood better than anyone that it had been a tough season. You'd been there, in the stands, watching your boyfriend and his teammates go on the ice. You'd seen the toll it had taken on them, the bruises, the exhaustion etched onto their faces. You'd felt the weight of their victories and the sting of their defeats as if they were your own.

However, even in the midst of your empathy and understanding, you couldn't sit idly by and let Rutgers frustration become a weapon aimed at you.

“You do not get to yell at me.” You declared, standing up and heading to the door.

Rutger tries to get you to stay but words fail to form. You head down to the living room, leaving Rutger to deal with his emotions on his own. In the stillness that followed, Rutger's anger began to ebb, replaced by a cold realization of what he had done. Remorse drowned him as he replayed his harsh words in his head, the image of your hurt face burned into his mind.

Downstairs, in the living room, you sat on the couch picking up a random psychology textbook belonging to either your boyfriend or one of his roommates. You had left your phone up in Rutgers room and didn't feel like sitting down with just your thoughts, so reading a textbook was your next best option. You flipped through a chapter on the nervous system, reading about what body function the cerebellum controls (you learned it’s muscle control and language processing).

“Are you reading my pysch textbook?”

You turn towards the doorway to the kitchen, spotting Luca wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, a water bottle in hand. You let out a soft chuckle, shutting the book and handing it to Luca.

“Yeah, I uh… I got bored.” You say.

Lucas’ brows furrowed, his head cocking to the side. “Okay… but why are you down here… alone?”

You sigh, deciding that you could confide in Luca about this. “Rutger and I got into it.” You say, running a hand through your hair. “He just kind of snapped. And I know he’s in a bad mood and stressed but… I needed space.”

The stair creaks, and both you and Luca turn to see Rutger standing at the bottom of the staircase. Luca’s gaze shifted between you and Rutger, tension hanging in the air.

“I’ll just go… I don’t need water.” Luca slips by Rutger on the stairs, running up and shutting his bedroom door.

Silence hangs in the air as Rutger eyes his girlfriend. Your eyes betrayed the hurt that he had inflicted upon you. Rutger made his way to your side, sinking down onto the couch beside you, the burden of his remorse bearing down on him like a weighted blanket.

Taking a deep breath, Rutger began to speak, his voice laced with genuine guilt. "I'm so, so sorry, y/n," he murmured. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, or let my anger take a hold on me. It's just... everything feels like it's going wrong, and I took it out on you. I know that's not fair."

You listened, heart softening as Rutger apologized, displaying his vulnerability. "I know it's tough, Rutger," You replied gently, you voice like a soothing balm. "But you can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset.”

Rutger nodded to your words, meeting your eyes with a silent promise. “I know, I know. You’re right and I promise I’ll work on it.”

Rutger reached out, his hand finding yours, your fingers intertwining in a silent gesture of forgiveness and understanding.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am.” He repeats, voice choked with emotion.

“I know you are, baby.” You reply. “You’re tired, c’mon, let’s go back upstairs.” You say. You and Rutger stand up, heading back up to Rutgers room.

#rutger mcgroarty #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich #university of michigan #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine

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mire1li · 4 months

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Blade and Kafka got too silly!

Kidnappers shouldn't be... hot... right?... right? - Blade

Alternatively - Kafka's version!

You looked at the two people standing in front of you. Though they weren’t exactly paying attention, they were still there and whispering stuff amongst themselves.

You recognised both to be Kafka and Blade from the Xianzhou wanted posters. Jing Yuan had warned you of possible dangers of the job he offered you. Being his secretary certainly wasn’t easy, and the situation you’d gotten yourself into wasn’t helping.

Nevertheless, you never expected to actually get kidnapped. Especially by those two.

“Oh~ you’re awake” Kafka suddenly spoke up, bringing both hers, and Blade’s, attention to you.

You quietly sighed and looked at the wall to your right. A simple, light grey wall, with a few scratches and indents.

“Let me get straight to the point…” she continued, her tone switching to a more serious one as she walked closer to you.

“We brought you here for information. Of course… Silver Wolf told me of your position, it’s quite easy to infer you know as much as that General does.”

You could faintly hear Blade scoff in the background, as he stayed where he was. Though, ‘Silver Wolf’ was a name you didn’t recognise. In fact, you had no idea there was a third member of the stellaron hunters, which then brings about the question: are there more?

Deciding not to think about it too much, you looked back at Kafka and narrowed your eyes.

“I have the right to remain silent”

Kafka only chuckled as she heard your reply.

“Maybe on the Xianzhou” she rejoiced, before turning around and walking back towards Blade, though stopping half-way for some reason. She turned to look over her shoulder at you before chuckling again.

“So…-” she was about to say something, when a short girl with grey hair slammed the door open, holding a gaming console in her hands.

“Kafka, you’d said you’d buy me that game today. Let’s go, you owe it to me.” She exclaimed, crossing her arms.

“I did do that, didn’t I?” Kafka pondered

“Well… I suppose i can come along. Let’s go, silver wolf!” She starts walking towards the door, when, out of nowhere, Blade draws his sword on her, stopping her from leaving.

He glared at her, making his annoyance clear.

“And I’m supposed to stay here whilst you’re gone?”

“That’s right. I’m sure you can handle this, Bladie. It’s not a difficult task to get information out of someone~” the woman grinned and pushed his sword to the side, casually continuing her walk to the shorter girl.

“Well then, I’ll be leaving now. We’ll be gone a while, anyway… bye!~” she exclaimed, taking the girl, whom you now know to be Silver Wolf, with her and shutting the door.

“Kafka…” he hissed, keeping his glare fixated on the door for a while. It was safe to say you felt… endangered… he certainly wasn’t happy, and if you didn’t cooperate, he’d probably turn to violence. Though you couldn’t be completely sure. You’d only heard stories about him from Jing Yuan.

“So….” You dragged out the ‘o’ sound, causing him to turn his glare to you.

You chuckled nervously, as he sheathed his sword and went to sit down, seemingly gathering his thoughts before finally looking back at you.

“Tell me what you know and we won’t have a problem.” Blade dictated, as if he wasn’t giving you a choice. However, you’re good at finding loopholes and getting out of such situations… as new as being kidnapped may be…

You pretended to think for a while, glancing back at the slightly damaged wall to your right.

“Hm… no… I don’t think I will”

“I’m not giving you a say in the matter.” He immediately replied, in a harsher tone than before.

“So unfortunate…” you said, sighing very over-dramatically. You could tell you were getting on his nerves, although, you didn’t really care.

You assumed that, since they want information, he won’t harm you in any way.

Blade glared at you, sighing.

“Tell me what you know. If you just hand over the information then you won’t have to stay here any longer.”

“Tempting, tempting….” you repeated before adding “but what if I want to stay here?”

“And why would you want that?” He asked, confused.

You stood in silence for a moment, giving him a deadpan look.

“Have you even seen yourself?!” You exclaimed, using your hand to motion at him. Blade looked at you, his confusion not waning.

“What?” He asked after a moment, still not understanding what you meant.

You stood confidently, placing your hand on your chin, in a thinking pose whilst looking at him with a slight smirk.

“Well, you heard me! There’s a whole 5-star meal sitting in front of me!”

“What?” He asked again in slight disbelief, slightly sitting up in his seat.

“What? I’m not wrong!” You laughed, looking him up and down before adding to your sentence.

“My bad, 5 stars doesn’t cover it. However, 3 Michelin stars does!”

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, though he remained silent. Blade leaned forward and placed his hands on his face, thinking for a moment. After a few minutes, he just barely moved his hands, enough to see you. He had a mix of emotions visible on his face, the most prominent one being absolute, utter confusion.

“What? It’s not like I’m lying!”

He began muttering something to himself, however it was so muffled that you could only make out a few words.

“Don’t do…- irrational…- Kafka said…- important…”

“What’re you muttering about?” You asked, curiously, as you walked a bit closer to him.

“I’m trying my hardest not to get rid of you.” He replied, not even sparing you a glance. Though you most certainly could see just the faintest hint of a blush on his face.

“Oh come on! You wouldn’t do that~” you retaliated, taking on a more teasing tone now.

“Only because-“ he tried replying, however, you decided to interrupt him mid-sentence.

“Say, do you wanna, like… go out sometime?”

“Kafka was right…” he sighed “You’re absolutely insane.”

“No! I’m simply telling the truth.” You crossed your arms and leaned your weight on one foot. “That’s great. Yeah no, I’m not going out with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

You sighed, once again over-dramatically, and leaned against the nearest wall.

“Alright, fine… but I’m not giving up any information that could betray the Luofu.”

“I’m leaving the moment Kafka returns.” He sighed and sat up again, leaning against the back of the chair. He’s probably hoping for Kafka to return soon.

However, she didn’t return as soon as he hoped. Kafka returned a few hours later, absolutely exhausted so she only came to check on the both of you, whom were sitting in silence.

“Bladie, I’m going to bed. You stay here a while longer. I’m convinced Silvie won’t be of help to you. She had me buy her like 10 games!” She mumbled and waved, right as blade was about to leave when he saw her. Kafka shut the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone… again.

“So… about my earlier proposition-”

“No. Shut up.”

#honkai star rail #hsr #gn reader #reader insert #hsr kafka #hsr blade #blade x reader #silver wolf #x reader #gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #blade x gender neutral reader #blade x you #jing yuan

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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Never Let You Go

Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 3.2k Warnings- smut (18+ ONLY!), fight/argument, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, making up, love confessions, feelings, light dirty talk and praise kink, unprotected sex, set in the Jackson part of the show/game Notes- Inspired by a thought from discord that I just had to write into a full fic! And added a little romantic smut too cause gotta have that happy ending after that angst lol! The angst was very cathartic for me tow rite since I’ve been going through it lately too lol. Enjoy! Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates

Jackson was like a dream. After living in the QZ for so long and then making the dangerous trip across the country with Joel and Ellie, it felt surreal that there was a settlement of people living so peacefully. Laughter rang everywhere you went, and the kindness was a welcome change of pace. Not to mention a clean house, a warm meal and a hot shower felt like heaven on earth.

But the feeling of paradise didn’t last long when Joel came up to you with a serious look on his face. “Hey,” his tone was low and he held a calmness in his eyes.

Your face dropped, “What is it, Joel?”

“We gotta talk,” he sighed as he crossed his arms.

“Something wrong?” you asked as your nerves tingled under your skin. You knew by the look on Joel’s face that something was in his mind, and it scared you to wonder what was going through his head. After traveling across the country with him and Ellie, you liked to think you knew him well… and you held a secret longing in your heart for him. But right now, a chill ran through your veins and you had no idea what was coming next.

“Now that we’re here, I think you should stay.” Joel sounded cold as he spoke. As much as he hated to break your heart like this, he told himself that this was for the best. This was the best way to keep you safe and out of danger. He had too many close calls on the road, and the thought of losing you was too much for him to bear. It was a stab in the heart to see that look on your face and the tears in your eyes, but if it kept you safe, Joel would find a way to manage.

“What?” you snapped in a burst of emotions, “Stay?”

“Yeah,” Joel huffed as he hid his true feelings under the anger that suddenly exploded between you, “This place has everything you need. You can build a new life here. You’ll be happy. Trust me, this is the best for you.“

“Don’t make my decision for me, Joel. You should know me better than to do that.” The rage bubbled to the surface as tears filled your eyes and you stared at him, “Why?” was the first question that popped into your head after several moments of tense silence.

“Because,” Joel’s tone turned more sour as he sounded harsher than he meant to, “You’re better off here. It’s best this way.”

From behind you, Ellie’s face appeared in the shadows. She watched with wide eyes as the two of you went back and forth, but she decided to stay silent. You didn’t even know she was there, but Joel caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

“So after everything we’ve been through, you’re just dumping me off here? Don’t I mean anything to you?” There it was: the hurt under all the animosity. And it was palpable as your voice broke.

Joel’s jaw clenched but he stayed silent.

And that only made you angrier, “What is this, you think I can’t handle myself out there? That I’m a fucking liability or something? Is that it, Joel? I’m not a damsel in distress you know!”

“It’s not…” He couldn’t keep up the facade anymore as you broke down in front of him. Suddenly, Joel regretted ever bringing it up in the first place.

“Save it,” you spat as you turned to leave, “Fine. Have it your way. Good luck with everything,” your tone was harsh and low as you walked out the door and slammed it behind you.

Joel watched you leave with tears in his eyes, but he stayed frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest as all the unspoken words ate him up inside. He wanted to tell you the truth of why he wanted you to stay in Jackson. He wanted to tell you exactly how he felt, But he couldn’t risk that. Not when he’d already lost so much.

“Joel!” Ellie’s voice rang from where he hid in the shadows, “What the fuck are you doing? Go after her!” She ran up and tugged at his arm.

“Ellie it ain’t that simple,” Joel signed as he turned and walked towards the bedroom, “She’s too angry right now anyway…” …And I blew it…

“Joel…”

“Ellie!” Joel snapped back louder than he meant to. When he saw Ellie’s wide eyes, he took a deep breath and continued in a softer tone, “Enough,” he sounded exasperated as he closed the door to the bedroom, leaving Ellie alone in the flurry of emotions that both of you left behind. Behind closed doors, Joel buried his head in his hands as his own tears soaked his skin.

Fuck…

The cold air nipped at your skin as you sat outside in the snow. You walked around Jackson aimlessly for hours until your legs screamed at you to rest. So, you stopped somewhere in the outskirts of the town and sat on a log. The spot you picked was up on a hill, and it gave you the perfect view of Jackson.

You watched all the people in the distance as you stayed in your solitude. A fresh layer of snow made the ground glisten and your eyes traced the footsteps that the people left behind. Chatter echoed from the crowd that gathered in the middle of town, and you watched with a solemn expression as families gathered together.

Couples nuzzled together in front of the glittering lights. Lovers brought their partners mugs of warm drinks to share together. Families laughed together like the world hadn’t fallen apart around them. For the first time in a long time, you saw so many smiling faces. Instead of it bringing you comfort, though, it only brought you sadness.

A sharp shiver escaped your lips as a chill ran up your skin. Goosebumps erupted on your arms under the thin coat you wore, and you wished you had grabbed something thicker before you stormed out on Joel. Your teeth chattered as you sat alone in the cold…

But, that chill suddenly vanished when you felt a new layer of warmth across your shoulders and back. You gasped as you turned around and saw Joel next to you as he slung his warm jacket over your shoulders. He held a melancholy look in his eyes as he sat down next to you without a word.

“Joel…” you snarled. When he just looked forward, watching the crowd that had captivated you to the point where you didn’t hear him walk up behind you, you softened, “Thank you.”

He sighed your name, “You’re welcome.”

You stared at Joel for several long moments, studying his features. Scars littered his face, but they only made him more handsome to you. The sharp angle of his nose and the softness in his eyes captivated you from the moment you met. When he exhaled, your eyes landed on his lips, and you wondered what it was like to kiss them.

And as furious as you were at Joel for what he said earlier, you couldn’t help but feel calm and safe with him just sitting beside you in this comfortable silence. There was just something about him that you couldn’t pull away from even if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” Joel broke the silence with a confession that caught you off guard.

This time it was your turn to stay silent as he turned and faced you. The look on his face made your heart skip a beat, and the sorrow in his eyes made you want to pull him close and hold him tight. But, you could also tell he had more to say, so you let him continue.

“I don’t think you can’t handle yourself. And you ain’t a liability. It ain't nothing like that at all,” Joel spoke in a soft tone but one that still held all the emotions he kept buried, “The truth is…” he sighed as his gaze dropped to the ground, “I was afraid.”

“You? Afraid?” you scoffed, “Joel you’re the toughest man I know. I’ve seen you take on a clicker with just a rusty shiv. You protected me and Ellie all this time. So what…?”

“I love you,” Joel interrupted you with another confession that took you by surprise.

“What?” Your voice was hushed as you gasped.

Joel sighed as he buried his face in his hands for a moment before he turned to you again, “The reason I’m afraid, baby… Is because I fucking love you. The thought of losing you is just…” he sobbed softly, “Fuck, I can’t even bare it if anything happened to you. You and Ellie… You’re everything to me now.”

“Joel,” you breathed as you scooted yourself closer and cupped his face, “Call me that again.”

A flash of a grin lit up his face, “Baby…”

You looked deep into his eyes, and the mistiness you saw there brought on tears of your own. You rubbed your thumbs across his beard a few times before you crashed your lips to his. Joel let out a muffled groan, but quickly reciprocated the kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in even closer as he deepened the kiss.

Even in the cold, a warmth spread between your bodies as you held each other tightly. Your hands grasped at his jaw as you tasted Joel on your tongue. You moaned softly into his mouth, and it only spurred him on more as he ran his hands up and down your back. Between the warmth of his jacket and the explosion of emotions between you both, the icy fingers of the winter air melted away.

When you broke away for air, you rested your forehead against Joel’s, “I love you too, Joel. I have for a long fucking time.” You were quiet again as you just stared into his eyes, “From now on, we work together, ok? Don’t push me away.”

“Yes ma’am,” the smile that lit up Joel’s face made your heart flutter and the way he squeezed your waist sent a pulse through your body that went right to your core. “How about you and I get out of here then,” Joel’s low tone made you whimper with need and suddenly a new feeling took over your body and your mind.

“Let’s go,” you murmured in a matching tone.

Joel stood, taking you with him, and he never let you go on the walk back to the house that Tommy and Maria set you all up in. When you crossed the door, Joel shrugged his jacket off of you and called out into the house, “Ellie?”

When it was silent, you made your way into the living room where a note sat on the table, “Joel,” you called out to him as you read the note, “Ellie went to the movies with the other kids in town. We have the place to ourselves for a while.”

Joel came up behind you and snaked his arms around you, pulling you close as he groaned in your ear, “Good,” he bucked his hips against your body, “Cause I’d hate to have to keep you quiet after finally having you to myself, baby.”

“Joel…” you moaned as you turned around and faced him, “Who knew you had such a mouth on you,” you quipped back before he took your lips with his in another deep, heated kiss.

“I’ve thought about this for so long, baby,” Joel purred as he led you through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, “You have no idea how long I wanted to hold you and never let you go.”

“Then hold me and never let me go, Joel.”

He let out a single soft laugh, “Yes ma’am,” he repeated himself in a softer tone as he kissed you again.

As much as he wanted to take his time with you, the need was also too great to take it slow. In what felt like a flash, you both had stumbled your way into the bedroom, kissing each other and ripping clothes off as you went. You didn’t even notice the bed until your legs hit the edge and you tumbled backwards and landed on your back with Joel on top of you. Both of you let out loud huffs as the air was forced out of your lungs but you immediately broke out into laughter.

“Now I’m extra glad I got to have a shower,” you joked.

“Doesn't matter to me, baby,” Joel groaned, “I’d still have you either way. I ain’t scared of a little dirt and sweat.”

“Joel,” you playfully slapped his shoulder before your laughter dissipated and you admired every inch of skin that was now exposed to you. Your mouth dropped open as you couldn’t help but gawk at Joel naked on top of you, “Wow…” you breathed in awe.

He dropped his head and let the tufts of hair hide his face as he took the opportunity to admire you as well, “Fuck baby you’re so beautiful.”

Before you could retort, Joel took your lips with his once more, but this time the kiss was slow and deep. His hips rocked against yours as his tongue danced in the same rhythm. Joel’s hardened cock dragged along your wet folds as he swallowed the moans you let out from his actions.

“Baby, as much as I wanna take my time with you, I don’t think I can right now,” Joel pleaded.

“Then fuck me, Joel,” you moaned, “I don’t care… I need you too bad.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he nudged his cock at your entrance, “I swear baby, next time I’m gonna take my time with you,” Joel moaned as he slowly pushed the tip past your first ring of muscle, “I’m gonna spend hours between your legs before I fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you til the sun comes up.”

“Oh fuck… Joel…” your mind swam as he pushed himself inside you inch by inch while whispering sweet praises in your ear. Between his cock stretching you out and the way he spoke, you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“You alright, baby?” Joel cupped the side of your face as he continued to slowly sheath himself inside you.

“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Please Joel… Keep going…”

“Shit baby…”

Joel covered your body with his own and buried his face in the crook of your neck as his hips met yours. Both of you moaned loudly as your bodies connected and he buried his cock completely inside you. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his back.

“Move Joel… Please…”

Unable to deny you, Joel groaned your name as he rocked his hips back and snapped them forward, slamming his cock deep inside you. Both of you cried out in harmony as he thrust his hips again and again in a steady rhythm. You threw your head back as tears filled the corners of your eyes. To you and Joel, the entire world melted away and all that was left was each other as he filled you over and over again.

“Fuck… Joel… I’m gonna…” you moaned as you clung to him tighter.

“Fuck baby… Me too…”

Joel sped up his thrusts as you both chased your climaxes. And between the heat of the moment and the high emotions, it didn’t take long for you both to fall apart. You and Joel clawed at each other as you came one right after the other. Moans and cries and incoherent praises echoed between you two as you rode out your climaxes together. Even in the cold, sweat lined your bodies as you both trembled from the weight of your orgasms until you both completely collapsed.

You held Joel close as he let himself flop on top of you, his cock still buried inside you. Neither of you wanted to move even if you could, and you placed soft kisses along his hairline. You felt Joel mirror your action as he kissed along your shoulder and whenever he could reach. Heavy breaths were the only sound in the room as you both recovered your strength.

With a groan, Joel eventually pushed himself up and pulled out of you before he collapsed next to you. Immediately, you nuzzled yourself into his open arms and rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you closed your eyes contently. The beat of Joel’s heat reminded you that he was still there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. And the feeling of you in his arms told Joel that you were here, and you weren’t going anywhere. Together, you stayed happy in the other’s arms.

And sleep would have taken you over if it weren’t for the sound of the front door opening and Ellie calling both your names.

“Anyone here?” she called into the quiet house.

“Upstairs, Ellie… But don’t come up here,” you called out to her with a giggle.

Even without seeing her, you knew that Ellie rolled her eyes at you, “Ok gross!” she couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t go traumatizing children here!”

“Ellie!” Joel chastised.

She stomped up the stairs as loudly as possible, “I am here!” Ellie enunciated every word with a stomp, “Just going to my room,” she hollered as she reached the door and slammed it shut behind her, “I gotta find earmuffs or something,” she muttered to herself. Truly though, Ellie was happy the two of you made up, “It’s about fucking time.” If she had anyone to bet with, Ellie would have wagered how long it would take you and Joel to finally realize your feelings for the other.

Your eyes never left Joel’s face as the two of you listened to Ellie’s dramatic display. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as he rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. But, when he felt you staring, he turned and met your gaze.

“What is it?” Joel asked.

“Nothing,” you sighed dreamily, “It’s just… This is nice,” you gestured to the room, “It feels right, you know?”

Joel let out a short laugh as he gave you a squeeze, “It does…”

“Promise me it’ll be like this after we’re done,” you said, “The three of us together like this…” …like family.

Joel leaned forward and placed a long kiss on your forehead, “I promise baby,” his low tone made your heart skip a beat, “I ain’t coming back without both of you.”

You closed your eyes contently as you leaned into his embrace. Neither of you spoke the words that were on the tip of your tongues, but you both knew from the way you held the other what was left unsaid.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Joel muttered as he made himself comfortable and pulled you in so that your head rested on his shoulder and his arms stayed securely wrapped around you.

And Joel looked forward to the days that would end like this: with the ones he loved safe under the same roof. For Joel, that was paradise and worth fighting for.

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Hii gmorning/night/evening! Hope you are having a really nice day.

I don't quite know if you're doing a platonic request, but if you can. Can I request maybe a fic or maybe a scenario, Tf141 and younger reader (younger than gaz himself) whose father is makarov himself and on one mission when Tf141 were capturing makarov the reader were forced to do the interrogation on their own father (the reader did it with professionalism ofc), makarov.

How would the Tf141 react when they found out that makarov was the reader father maybe around a day after the mission ended, the reader been in a both deep thought and sour mood when the mission ended. (Poor reader was trying to not punch cry on spot when he see makarov)

Anyway! Just that I hope it's not that confusing 👉👈 have a nice day!

Fun fact, if we're using Makarov's age in the OG game reader could be like as old as like 27 or so depending on how old Makarov was when they were born (Makarov is 47 when he dies in the OG games so he's like 46-47 during the events of the game)

Task Force 141 With a Platonic! GN! Reader Who is Makarov's Child

Characters: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Roach

Warnings: Brief injury to reader

"Vladimir Makarov," they made their way into the room carefully, catching the attention of the man currently tied to the chair in the center of the room. Makarov tilted his head at them, a smile quirking up his lips. "We have to talk. If you answer my questions, this will go easy for you. If you don't, I'll have to pass you over to someone with a lot more bloodlust than me."

Makarov paused for a moment before a chuckle left his lips. The sound of it echoed around the room. They grit their teeth as the almost taunting noise bounced around their head. "Makarov? Really? Is that how this is going to be?" Makarov's voice was low and careful and that grin remained on his lips.

"Would you prefer it if I just referred to you as the fucking terrorist?" they shot back, trying to avoid the obvious tension in the room.

"You could call me father. That's what I am, aren't I? Your father."

"Not right now," they stood taller, but all of their body felt tense. This was not a situation they ever wanted to find themself in, but the team had all unanimously voted. They would try Makarov first. If only the team knew why that was such a bad idea. "Right now, you're Vladimir Makarov, head of the Ultranationalists. A Russian terrorist group."

Makarov shook his head, a low tutting noise escaping his lips, "Now, now, that isn't how this works. I'm always your father, whether you're on the," he eyed them disdainfully for a moment, "wrong side of things or not."

Their father was taunting them. He wanted to get a reaction out of them. They could tell with just the way he talked. They'd seen him do it to enough people over the years to know what to watch out for. As odd as it was and as much as they hated to admit it, it helped that Makarov was who he was to them. It helped them see what was happening. They decided to change the subject.

"The girl. Where is she?"

Makarov gave a low hum and leaned back in his seat casually, "You know you used to stand like that when you wanted a treat from a store. A bit of candy or something." They tensed a bit, quickly shifting their position to something different. It pulled a chuckle from Makarov and made their face burn an angry red, "I suppose all things change with time."

"The president's daughter," their voice was a bit harsher than they meant for it to be and they knew it was because of their father's taunting. They took a moment to calm themself, "Where is the president's daughter?"

"I miss the days when you were so little and starry-eyed," Makarov sighed wistfully, "You used to hang off of my arm."

"Answer the question."

"I wish that you would drop this act of rebellion," Makarov narrowed his eyes at them, "Finally come home. There is a welcome place for you right at my side. There is always a place for family."

"This isn't a rebellion!" Their hands clenched at their side. Despite the fact that their father was the one restrained, despite the fact that they were the one standing with supposedly all of the power in the room, they felt like a helpless child. There were warring feelings in their chest, anger toward their father, and an ache for the family that they loved and missed. This was the problem. Their father was a terrible person, they'd accepted that. It didn't mean that they didn't love him. It didn't mean that they didn't feel like a petulant child when their father scolded them like this. They hated it. "This is an interrogation and you are going to tell me what I want to know!"

They stepped closer to their father threateningly, but it only pulled a grin from Makarov. "Am I?"

"Yes!"

Makarov tilted his head at them and gave them a look of pity, "No, I don't think I am."

The sound of a loud pop met their ears and they quickly found themself surrounded by darkness. The only think they remembered after their vision went dark was a brief flash of their father standing over them and a hand briefly stroking over their forehead.

Price:

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"What?" Their head shot up from where they'd been furiously scribbling at their paperwork. Despite their hard scratches, they'd barely managed to get anything done with the reminders of their failed interrogation from the previous day. Their pounding headache and the cut along their face certainly weren't making it easy for them to forget.

Price stepped into the room slowly and closed the door behind hi.. There was a long moment where he just stood and watched them, unmoving. "You're Makarov's kid." They froze and their pen snapped in half in their hand. Price's eyes shot down to it before moving back up to watch their face. There was a long moment of tense quiet that fell over the room before, "The IT department was able to piece together a part of the footage from yesterday."

"Price," they started carefully, their voice quiet, "I don't-"

"Why didn't you tell us," Price asked again, stepping toward them carefully. His voice wasn't harsh. In fact, he sounded almost soft with the way that he spoke, "We wouldn't have sent you in if we knew."

"That's why I didn't tell you," they responded quietly. "I'm capable of doing the interrogations. I'm capable of doing the missions." Their voice steadily grew louder and louder, anger burning at them at the reminder of why they'd been so afraid to tell anyone in the first place. At the reminder of how their father's choices could impact their life so easily. "Just because he is my," they cut themself off with a growl before continuing, "my relationship with him doesn't change how well I can do my job! He's a terrorist, and no matter who they are, my job involves stopping terrorists."

Price settled for a moment, watching them closely. "You should have told us," he settled on after a moment. When they went to respond, they were met with a hand from Price, silencing them. "Not because I don't think you can do your job." Price moved around the table, settling next to them carefully, "Because if I had known, I never would have made you go into that room. Whether you can handle it or not, you shouldn't have to." He paused for another long moment, watching their reaction closely. "Are you alright?"

They had to think about the question for a long moment. Were they alright? After so many years, after hunting him with the rest of the team, after viewing him as nothing more than a dangerous and unhinged man, they'd come face to face with Makarov and were forced to acknowledge the relationship they had with him. Forced to acknowledge the fact that he was still their father and that, despite their best efforts, they still cared about him. They hated it. It had been tearing them up since the wall had been blown open and their father had escaped.

"I don't know," they finally settled on after a moment. They buried their face in their hands, shaking their head at themself. Their father was a terrorist. He didn't deserve their sympathy or love. They could hear Price shift and, a moment later, there was a hand rubbing against their back. "I should be fine. I should only be upset that he escaped but...I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long. Then...that."

Price was silent for several moments, just offering comfort with a hand on their back, rubbing soothing circles against their skin. They just sat like that for a moment and, despite the silence, it actually seemed to help. It was nice just to know that Price was there, to know that the other man cared enough to sit with them like this. "You know," Price started finally, "It's okay to care about him still. He's your family, whether you like it or not. You can care about someone and still know that they're a bad person. It doesn't make you a bad person."

"I don't know if that applies here," they snorted and looked up at Price with wet eyes, "he's a terrorist."

"And you recognize that," Price nodded to them, his face serious. "But you can't just expect all of the memories, all of the love, all of it to just disappear. It's okay." There was a short moment that passed before they were rushing up from their chair to wrap Price up in a hug, their face buried into his shoulder.

"Thank you," they managed to mumble out. They were still conflicted. they still felt guilty. They didn't think that would be going away any time soon. But it certainly helped to have someone like Price around to provide them with a bit of comfort in times like this.

Ghost:

"You know, hiding like this won't do anything for you."

They looked up from where they were moving boxes around, just glancing at where Ghost was leaning in the doorway, watching them as they moved around the room. "I'm not hiding," they called back, turning their attention once again to the boxes they were moving.

Niether themself or Ghost spoke for several moments. They continued moving boxes around the small record room, trying to avoid Ghost's gaze as he watched them. "So," Ghost started finally, "You aren't hiding you just...decided to reorganize the record room on your off time?"

"I'm not off," They responded, still trying to avoid the conversation that Ghost clearly wanted to have.

"You're on medical leave," Ghost responded easily.

"I'm trying to stay busy."

"Boring way to keep busy." They stopped suddenly, dropping the box they'd picked up back onto the table with a huff.

They turned to glare at Ghost, leaning against the box for support, "What do you want?" They threw their hands in the air, "If you're so certain that I'm hiding, why not leave me alone?"

"Because," Ghost pushed himself off of the wall and stepped fully into the room, casually walking toward them, "We need to talk about the fact that Vladimir Makarov is your father."

They tensed at the words, their face crumpling under the gaze of Ghost's unmoving mask. It was times like this that they hated Ghost's mask, times when they wanted to be able to read what their lieutenant was thinking but couldn't because of that stupid mask. They avoided his gaze, desperate to have something other than that blank mask staring at them.

"Look at me," Ghost ordered after a long moment of tense silence. They begrudgingly listened, turning their gaze to meet Ghost's eyes through the mask. "Why didn't you tell us?"

They didn't answer at first, they just clenched their jaw and resisted the urge to look away. "Does it matter?" They finally landed on, "I figure I'm fired anyway."

"Fired?" Ghost tilted his head at them, "Why would you be fired?"

They scoffed, "My dads a terrorist that we've been actively hunting and I never said anything. If that's not grounds for firing I don't know what is."

Ghost gave a low chuckle, "I will admit, it wasn't the best choice on your part, but you aren't fired." Their entire body seemed to deflate at the words and they were quick to lean against the table for support as relief flooded through them, "Is that why you've been hiding? Because you thought you were going to be fired?"

"Wouldn't you hide too?" They glanced at Ghost out of the corner of their eye, watching him carefully as he watched them. A moment passed before Ghost was moving forward to wrap a comforting arm around their shoulders.

They were frozen at the move. It wasn't often that Ghost did anything like this, so, in the moment, it was a surprise to them. After a long tense moment they relaxed into his arms, accepting the comfort that he was trying to offer them. "Our team," Ghost spoke quietly, "We're a family, you understand that? You're family, no matter where or who you came from."

They tucked closer to Ghost's chest at the words, trying to fight back the tears stinging at their eyes. It was nice to hear those words from Ghost, to be reassured that, just because the team knew the truth, didn't meant that anything would change.

"You know we're still going to have to talk about you keeping this a secret, right?"

"I know," they spoke quietly, "I know."

Ghost gave a short nod, but didn't say anything else. He just continued to press them tight to his chest in a comforting hug.

Gaz:

"Hey, are you in here?" Gaz slowly opened the door to their room. He'd been knocking for the past minute with no response, so he'd decided the best option would be to just open the door and see if they were inside or not.

Their bedroom was dark with all of the lights in the room turned off and any of the windows blocked by heavy blackout curtains. For a brief moment, he was sure that they weren't in the room and that he'd been told wrong by Price, that disappeared when he saw the crumpled lump on their bed.

He gave a deep sigh, a small bit of amusement running through him at the sight of what was clearly his friend tucked into a ball under their sheets. "Were you ignoring me?" he asked after a moment.

"Go away," They groaned from the bed, "I don't want to talk to anyone."

"You can't just sulk in here all day," Gaz moved toward the bed and carefully lowered himself to sit next to them. He didn't try to coax them out from under the blanket, not yet. "I know that the past few days have been hard, but-"

They snorted from under the blanket, "Hard? My dad, a terrorist, kidnapped the Russian presidents daughter, allowed himself to be captured as a distraction and to taunt me and managed to get away completely free. What did I get out of it? A concussion and a scolding from Laswell and Price for not telling them anything. Hard is too light of a descriptor."

Gaz winced a bit, "At least we found the president's daughter?" His word were met with a groan and a hand shooting out to grab a pillow and smack him with it. He gave a short chuckle before leaning back against the bed, purposefully laying over their legs. "You have to understand how we feel, though, right?"

"I know," Their voice was quiet and it sounded weak to Gaz's ears. "I understand if you guys hate me. I know I shouldn't have lied."

"We don't hate you," Gaz assured quickly, "It's just shocking is all. I mean, I personally was firmly on team Makarov is definitely a virgin," he was smacked with a pillow again. Gaz gave a laugh and, even though they tried to hide it, he could feel laughter shaking their body as well. "Also you two just," he shrugged, "don't seem very similar."

"You'd be surprised," they muttered from under the sheets, "I actually take after him in a lot of ways. It's just I'm not a terrorist."

"Well," Gaz grinned, "personally I'm glad to hear that." There was another long moment of silence that sat between the two. They stayed buried under their blankets as Gaz stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to say. "You know we don't hate you? Right? None of us do."

They shifted under the sheets and were quiet for a long moment before responding, "Why don't you? I lied. My dad's a fucking terrorist."

"Your dad is a terrorist," Gaz agreed, "You aren't. You can't choose who you were born to. I'm sure if you could, you'd have chosen some celebrity and be living a life of luxury right now." They gave another small laugh from under the covers at those words and Gaz considered it a success. "And, well, we understand why you lied. We might not like it, but we understand. Just, uh, please tell me that your uncle isn't like...a war criminal or something?"

They gave another laugh at the words, "Don't worry, my dad is the only fucked one in the family."

"That's a relief."

The two stayed like that for several more moments. Gaz didn't move, he planned to stay as long as he needed to. As long as it took to cheer them up. After a few minutes, they slowly poked their head out from under the covers, their eyes meeting Gaz's carefully. "Thank you, for this."

"It's what friends are for," Gaz gave them a soft smile. They returned it with one of their own.

Soap:

"You really shouldn't be here," Soap's voice was filled with concern, but they ignored it and continued doing their reps, sweat dripping down their face. "Didn't the doctor say you had a concussion? The last think you should be doing is lifting heavy shit right now."

They gave a deep sigh and racked the weights they were lifting to slowly push themselves into a sitting position on the weight lifting bench. they turned to glare lightly at Soap, a sigh leaving their lips. "I need a distraction."

"There are safe ways to be distracted," Soap responded, stepping closer to them. He was in his own workout gear, likely having come to the little gym on base for his daily session.

"You're right," They responded, standing up from the bench, "I'll go to the gun range instead."

Soap snorted, "Yeah, I'm sure that will be great for the concussion too." He gave a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest, watching them closely. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"What?" They responded, grabbing their water and towel. They had an idea of what Soap was talking about, but it really wasn't something they wanted to discuss at the moment. Really, they would probably prefer it if they never had to discuss it again.

"This," Soap motioned to them, "The training and the pushing yourself. I can see what you're doing. You should be resting." He sent them a stern look that really wasn't befitting of him.

"Alright, captain," they rolled their eyes, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just trying to find a distraction, something to pass the time. No need to look into it so much."

It was Soap's turn to roll his eyes at them, "You really think I'm going to buy that?" He gave a deep sigh and stepped forward to put his hands on their shoulders and guide them to sit back down on the weight bench, "Listen, I get that you're upset with yourself and you're blaming yourself."

"Soap-"

"But what happened wasn't your fault, okay?" Soap shook his head at him slowly, "It could have happened to any of us. And if it was any of us but you, I hate to say it but we'd probably be dead right now."

They clenched their jaw and looked away from him. "I should have known what he was doing," they tightened their fists into a ball, "I did know what he was doing and I still couldn't do anything to stop him." They looked up at Soap with harsh eyes, "What good am I to the team if I can't keep my head on straight when he's around?"

"Don't talk like that," Soap dropped into a squat in front of him, his eyes soft as he spoke, "You weren't prepared, none of us were. We all should have been paying more attention, we all should have known that something was going on." He shook his head and took one of their hands into his own, giving it a comforting squeeze, "You can't blame yourself."

"I'm," they hesitated for a moment, "I'm worried. What if he's able to get to me again? When it's more serious?" He shook his head at Soap, "I can't let that happen. I can't put you guys in danger because I can't get past my relationship with him."

"And you won't," Soap assured, "The next time we run into your father, we'll all be more prepared. You won't be alone. We'll be there to keep him from getting in your head." He gave another squeeze to their hand, "You just have to trust us."

There was a moment of silence between the two for a few moments. Finally, they nodded. "I trust you guys," their words were quiet, but they pulled a grin from Soap. "Thanks, you know, for this."

Roach:

"Course, that's what I'm here for." Soap popped up to his feet and held a hand out to help them up, "Now, come on, I say we go get something sweet and see if we can talk Gaz into letting us bully him on Mario Kart."

There was a hesitant knock on their door and they wanted to groan. They knew that it had to be another member of the team come to try to talk to them. The other members of the 141 had been trying for hours to get them to come out of their room, but they'd turned them all away. They didn't want to talk to them. They didn't want to have to explain.

"Go away!" They called, frustration eating at them.

"It's me," they recognized the voice as Roach's immediately.

"I said go away," they huffed, "tell Price that I'll come out to talk when I'm ready."

There was a quiet moment before Roach was calling, "I'm not here to talk about that, not unless you want to. I brought you food."

That caught their attention. They hadn't left their room in hours, too afraid of being cornered by the team. While it had worked great at keeping the team away, it had left them feeling terribly hungry. So the idea of food, food made by Roach especially, sounded incredible at that moment.

"Promise that you actually have food and aren't just trying to get me to open the door?" They stood from their bed and hesitantly started over, waiting for a response from Roach before actually letting him in.

"I promise," Roach called back. "I even brought dessert and drinks."

With those words they were quick to open the door and tug Roach inside, closing and locking it behind him. "Thank god, I'm starving." They were quick to grab the little bag that Roach was carrying and take off toward the small table in their room, unloading the several containers of food, drinks, and plates that Roach had packed for them. "You're a life saver."

"Yeah," Roach chuckled nervously, "Well, I may have lied a bit."

They looked up at him, betrayal on their face, "You're here to talk about my dad, aren't you?" Roach nodded slowly, an apologetic look on his face. "Traitor," They gave a sigh and collapsed into a seat at the table, "I can't believe you would use food against me like this."

"I'm sorry," Roach moved to sit next to them, "it was the only way I could think to get inside. But, hey," he slid one of the containers of food toward them, "Won't it be easier to talk about with a baked potato and steak to eat while we do it?"

They groaned a bit and took the container from him to begin loading food onto their plate. Roach was right, at least if he had to talk about it he could have some good food to go with it.

"Alright," they didn't speak until they finally had all of their food laid out and could start digging in to the meal, "Go on, ask what you need to."

"Why didn't you tell us that Makarov is your dad?" Roach spoke through eating his own food, digging into his own steak casually, as though he wasn't asking them such a loaded question.

They sighed, taking a few bites before responding, "I was worried Price would take me off of the missions. That he wouldn't let me help." There was a moment of silence where the two just ate, letting the words sit between them. "I want to help take down my father."

Roach watched them closely as he took a drink, just observing their face to try and read if what they said was the truth or not. "That's a lot," he finally landed on, "I mean...no matter what, he's your dad, right?"

"He's a terrorist," they snapped quickly.

Roach held his hands up in surrender. "I know that and I know that you know that," he clarified, "it doesn't change the fact that he's still your father." He paused for a moment before adding, "You know it's okay for this to be hard for you, right? None of us are going to judge you struggling with this. We're not going to doubt your ability to do the job."

They seemed to deflate at those words, all of the fight gone from their system. "I don't want to let you guys down."

"You aren't going to let us down," Roach's tone was serious. "You're strong, I've got faith that you can handle this. I just want to make sure that you know that you don't have to handle it. You don't have to be strong."

"I know," their voice was quiet, it was clear that Roach's words had helped a bit with the worry that seemed to be plaguing them. They'd managed to calm down enough to continue talking through the issue with Roach, venting their frustrations as they ate.

At the end of it all, they felt a million times better about everything. Roach had reassured them and talked things over with them. "That was a lot," Roach clicked the lid back on to one of the food containers, packing everything up. "I'm proud of you for talking about it."

"Thanks," they gave him a slight smile, "I feel a lot better. Thanks for listening."

Roach gave them a bright grin, "Of course, I'm always willing to listen. Now," he pulled another container from the bag and pulled the lid off, holding it out to them, "How about some cookies to make you feel even better?"

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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"What if somebody sees us?"

NSFW : The argument was the first thing halting you, but After not seeing each other for a long time, Al Haitham surprisingly manages to calm your 'nerves.'

warnings: violence, strong language, sexual content, (dominance, degrading, praise, riding, penetration, semi-public sex, academic rival, etc.)

notes: I was planning to leave this on scrap but since I love u guys 😍😘🙌

"Oh hey~ If it isn't the 2nd place!"

"How does it feel to have your title taken by the new student?"

'At least I have the knowledge to be placed 2nd unlike you peasants.' Was what you wanted to say, but you're more mature than that, well maybe.

—

"98/100? Are you making a fool out of me?!" You whisper and shout as you crumpled your test paper in your hand, tears streaming down your cheeks.

As for others, "but y/n! that's too much already! I can't even get 70! you should be proud of yourself for reaching 90 above average!" Was what they always say, but they just never really understood the consequences, do they?

This is between you and your dad, who's been getting harsher with each passing day, you had hoped at least he'd let you get another mark lower to pass, but instead now here he is yelling at you because "it's for your future!" As if your current grades didn't help,

they only worsened every passing second, making them even harder on you. "What's gotten into you lately?! Why can't you get full marks!" He said. "you're such a failure!" You were sobbing, you couldn't stop yourself.

—

"Eh Really? The new student got a full mark this semester? Lucky... I can't even keep up with my class anymore..." The girl said with sympathy. "Mhm! Not just that! I also heard he will be the top 1 for this year!" Said the other girls in excitement, but not like they were talking about someone else's schoolwork.

"Huh? So it's not y/n anymore? Looks like she got someone to replace her. Maybe next year we'll see who gets the position after all..." She continued, oblivious to how you felt about all this. You hated this. This was not your fault! How could she act so carefree? Did she even care about other people's feelings? Was there even any compassion within her body or mind?

You knew who they were talking about, It's Al Haitham, 'Why is he even here?'

Your thoughts were interrupted when they turned towards the door, "oh look! It's him! Let's go say hi!" They cheered as they gathered around him. You couldn't hear anything clearly from the distance, but what you did hear was enough to make you want to punch something.

You sat up from your seat and made your way out of the classroom with clenched fists. You would not cry again. You had no time for it.

You weren't going to cry ever again, especially not over some stupid loser. you opened the art room and walked to your usual spot, but instead of sitting down in your usual spot, you went straight to one of the tables near a corner, where no one would notice you at first glance, and started playing games, you needed to preoccupy yourself,

'game over'

You sighed and put away your phone. you heard your stomach growl, making you realize you hadn't eaten yet today. Now you felt bad for not taking a break earlier.

Abruptly, A sandwich is being offered to you, You looked up to see Al Haitham standing in front of you, offering his food once more. You rolled your eyes. "I'm not hungry", you said quietly, trying to ignore the fact that you did start to grow hungry. Al Haitham scoffed at your lack of manners, "Don't let our past affect your starving present." You rolled your eyes once again as you accepted the food and ate it slowly,

He sat beside you as your shoulders brushed lightly with each other, you tried not to flinch but still felt your skin prickle at his presence. "So," he began, avoiding eye contact, "Why are you here? Didn't we agree not to talk to each other anymore?" You asked, voice slightly raising, feeling defensive.

"You were the only one who came to terms with that, (y/n)." He said coldly as he continued to eat, "I guess you've decided to forget everything that happened between us and move on with your life. Good for you, I suppose." You were shocked, "That's not..." You protested weakly, knowing fully well that it was only a matter of time until you gave in.

"—Then what is the real reason that you ran away, (y/n)? Do tell." Al Haitham asked as he stared directly into your eyes, You froze for an instant before you remembered why exactly you left, "It's none of your business!" Your tone raised a little more. "Is your father still pressuring you to get the scholarship?" He asked, ignoring your last statement completely. You glared at him,

"Why do you care?! If it wasn't for you, none of this would even happen! I could've pulled that first place! Don't come lecturing me about how my father is just being a dickhead, you're the one that made things worse in the first place!" You shouted, getting angrier by the minute, you were losing control over your temper and you didn't know why,

What you weren't expecting was for Al Haitham to grab your hands and pull you into a warm embrace, you tensed up but relaxed as he held onto you tightly, you could feel your face becoming redder and hotter as you realized what was happening. 'this bitch...'

"If it wasn't for your father... We would be still together, right now. And you know that." He said, voice hushed, causing you to finally relax and bury your face in his chest, "I thought If I answered the last number incorrectly, you'll get the 1st place, and then the two of us can continue on our life." Al Haitham whispered into your ear, giving you goosebumps.

"Bastard... That's easy for you to say because you can easily take the spot without even trying but What about me?" You said back angrily, trying to break free from his hold, you knew you wouldn't win a fight against him anyway, so you might as well give in to this situation.

"Y/N do you realize that you're just turning yourself into what your father wants you to become?" Al Haitham whispered into your ears, "Even if I took that spot, you know nothing would change. I wouldn't care about that scholarship, and neither would you. Even if you did what your father told you, does it ever please you? Is it worth the amount of effort you put in? The hours you had to devote to your studies? I think not, (y/n). he's just driving your happiness away." his words seem to melt your anger and frustration away, leaving only guilt and sadness behind, but also a relief because maybe you can finally understand where he comes from,

"I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted that way..." You said as you wrapped your arms around Al Haitham tight, You couldn't believe that you'd wasted so much energy trying to push away people who cared about you. "Are you alright now?" He asked, his voice filled with concern. You just nodded as you buried your face deeper in his chest, "I missed you, 'Haitham." You muttered softly into his chest as his grip on you tightened ever so slightly,

"We both do," He lifted your head slightly and leaned to give you a kiss which you gladly returned, His lips were soft, and although yours felt dry and chapped due to all the lamentation, he seemed to appreciate it because he kept kissing you. The warm kiss turned into an agitated makeout session. Your hand slowly moved upwards along with his shirt buttons,

He eventually moved his lips to your cheek and then your jawline and neck. His fingers found their way up your uniform under the collar of your jacket and started unbuttoning it, causing you to squirm in response.

he chuckled in amusement as he kissed your collarbone and slowly began working his way down to your cleavage, to his surprise, you suddenly pushed him to the bench and straddled him before he even knew what hit him.

As you grabbed his shirt collar, he removed the last button of your blouse, and as he trailed light kisses up your chest, you began undressing his top, leaving him shirtless, your hands roaming across his torso, "Fuck... are we seriously going to do it here? What if somebody sees us?" he said breathlessly as your fingers found their way between his legs.

"You're seriously concerned about that, Doesn't it make things more exciting? What will the students think when they see their heartthrob beneath me?" You smirked before grabbing Al Haitham's hips and pulling him closer, causing him to moan lowly, "You're getting a kick out of this aren't you?" He whispered as he slipped his hands into your skirt, massaging the already sensitive area as you bucked your hips down and bit your lip.

"Let's do this quick, Show me how much you missed me.” He said confidently and quickly pulled down your underwear, exposing your wet cunt. Al Haitham smiled triumphantly when he saw how turned on you were by the whole situation, he positioned himself between your legs as he slowly lowered himself inside you and ground his hips against yours in slow movements.

You started to leap on his cock, your eyes squeezed shut as your moans grew louder and louder while al Haitham looked at you with pure passion in his eyes. He reached his arms out, wanting to cup your ass as he watch you ride his cock in rhythm.

Your thrusts became faster and quicker, "Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere." he said teasingly. Your eyes remained closed as you were riding him furiously, feeling him fill you up with his length. You could feel the tips of your hair being tugged at causing you to moan softly, he smiled against your skin before pulling you closer to him, and you could feel the heat from his body radiating off his body and into yours, Your nails dug into his back, your fingernails digging deep enough that you were sure they would leave bruises.

"'H-Haitham... I'm cumming!" He grunted loudly as you rode him relentlessly, both of you moaning as pleasure filled you to the brim, Your orgasm hit like lightning, making you lose all control of your hips and thighs, causing you to cry out in delight as you came with waves of pleasure, Al Haitham grunting as he felt you clenched around him, his thrusts becoming rough and hard as he came undone.

After your orgasms, you lay limply on Al Haitham's lap, breathing heavily as you enjoyed every second of your release,

"Wanna continue this at home?"

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folkookie97 · 2 months

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❝ at least for tonight ❞ — KTH

— SUMMARY: ❝ You're the new Victor of the Hunger Games. You survived, you're still alive. But at what cost? Your boyfriend – and also your Mentor – broke the one promise he shouldn't have to. ❞

— PAIRING: mentor!Taehyung x female tribute!reader

— TYPE: angst | hunger games!au, dystopia!au

— WORD COUNT: 720

— WARNINGS/TAGS: Hunger Games Setting, ambiguous/open ending, established relationship, implied/referenced character death, POV Second Person, survivor guilt, slightly PTSD, Sad!Taehyung, i wrote this while listening to Come in With the Rain (Taylor Swift)

— NOTES¹: Tributes receive Mentors who can contribute (or may not) to their win. And their Mentors are generally Victors from previous Hunger Games editions. You and Taehyung are the same age. You were dating even before his name was drawn in another Reaping, when he became a Victor. And a few years later he was your Mentor too.

— NOTES²: I wrote this inspired by one of my own old Everlark oneshots, but I changed 90% of the plot loool. Anyway, if you like it, maybe I can write more Hunger Games AU or at least develop more on this one (and make it a series in the future...)

— RELEASE DATE: March 05, 2024

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

You never liked storms. However, the situation had been getting worse in recent months, when rainy days like that brought lots of thunder with them. Noisy thunder. Noises that resembled explosions.

And a premeditated explosion in the Arena was what killed your younger brother in the last Games. Wasn't it? At least that's what you had the displeasure of seeing several times during that stupid Victory Tour. Rewatching the same death over and over again.

Rewatching your little brother's death.

The clock struck 4:56 A.M, but the storm prevented you from closing your eyes or even thinking about trying to sleep. Fear ached in your body. Fear of falling asleep and having more nightmares about your brother. Or about Taehyung too. Just like almost every night since you and him returned to Victors' Village.

You tossed and turned on the bed, trying hard to withstand your torment. Searching for efforts to stop the screams from leaving your throat.

And it was then that your heard the first knock on the entrance door.

At first, you thought it was a hallucination, some consequence after so many nightmares. So when you noticed that everything around you remained the same, you imagined that it could be just a bird hurt by the rain.

However, the second knock came. Stronger than the previous one and more hopeless too.

Maybe the wisest thing to do would be to curl up in your blankets again. But your impulsiveness managed to overcome all your logical and rational thoughts. Wisdom and emotional intelligence wasn't something you had in a long time since since you became the winner of the Hunger Games' recent edition.

When the third knock sounded, you was already standing in front of the door. Heart racing, your eyes squinting and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Darling?" The sight in front of you also seemed like a hallucination. A much more striking hallucination than that knock door. "You okay?"

"Taehyung?" His name fell from your lips without any effort, even though your hadn't said it in a few weeks. "Why are you here?"

God! You mentally cursed yourself for saying such words, the sentence coming out harsher than you expected. So, not knowing how to apologize and being tormented by the boy's sad look in your direction, you opened the door a little wider and allowed him to enter.

Taehyung thanked you quietly as he entered your living room, his clothes soaked and his squeaky boots getting messy all the way.

"What happened? Why you get rained on just to come here? It's dangerous! You could get sick!"

You felt your hands start sweating while Taehyung bit his lip and looked at the floor.

"I wanted to know if you were okay. The storm is very heavy today and I know it brings you more nightmares." The boy had some tears in his eyes when he looked at you, sneezing once at the end of the sentence and bringing a flash of pain to your heart. "Darling, I'm so sorry."

Feeling sorry was something very all-encompassing. What was he sorry for? Your brother's death? Your nightmares? Being the mentor to the "siblings tributes" and choosing attract more sponsors for you, his girlfriend, than your brother? Even though you had begged Taehyung after the Reaping to focus on letting you die.

You never wanted to be a Victor. It was your little brother who deserved it and who he should be. And maybe he would have been, if you hadn't fallen in love with Taehyung before his own Games' victory.

Yeah, you two had a lot to talk about. And Taehyung really had a lot to apologize for. But deep down you knew you couldn't kick him out of your house in the rain.

You sighed, approaching Taehyung with slow steps, touching his arm and giving him a light caress. "Go take a shower to warm up. I still have some of your clothes in my new closet."

Taehyung's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. "You want me to spend the night here? Are you sure?"

"Not really. I still hate you for not keeping your promises. Maybe I'll hate you forever. But we both need each other at least for tonight..."

A sad smile emerged on his lips after he sighed. "Yeah... At least for tonight."

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stopthatnel · 4 months

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cherries (part two)

cw: dubcon, rough play, dirty talk, oral (female receiving).

sn: i know some of the things said in this are just... well... brb imagining a part three. as usual, minors do not fucking interact.

i wrote this while listening to sleep token's, sugar. think hozier but metal and also with extra magical abilities to immediately make you go feral. also happy new year! 🩷

s: nanami was chivirlous enough to get you there, but who was going to make sure you kept coming back? wc: 2.5k

i haven’t been able to meet his gaze since that night. in my mind, there was always something else to do, far away from him and his knowing eyes. i’m sure he’s confused, from being in each others business everyday to suddenly barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. but it’s not that i don’t want to talk to him, but how can i look him in the eye and hold a conversation when all i can think about is how he defied all my expectations? nanami had me in the palm of his hand, and i’m positive he knows that.

“are you avoiding me?” he asks me. i jump, startled by his sudden presence. i swivel my chair back to face him, briefly meeting his stare before turning back to my desk.

“no nanami. i am not avoiding you.” i lied between my teeth. the office i sat in immediately became much more interesting than any words i could’ve strung together. i never noticed that the clock was crooked. i’ll have to make sure i fix it before i leave. “liar.” he checks me.

i sigh.

“was it something i did?”

of course not. i struggled with my mind for the words to tell him that it was me, but everything sounded so damn cliche. in all honesty, it was me. i’m avoiding him because of how vulnerable i felt. i felt the man reach into my body and touch my soul in a way i’ve never experienced before, it scared me.

“no.” i reply curtly. i shuffle through the papers on my desk, putting them into piles and straightening them out. “is that all?” i ached for him to leave, to give me some more time to process my fears, to understand them in just the slightest. but he doesn’t.

nanami closes my office door and a quick click bounced off the silence. “what are you doing?” i ask, turning my chair to face him, watching cautiously as he comes back to my desk. he pulls along a chair and sits in front of me, wordlessly.

“i said, what are you doing?”

i wasn’t sure what was driving me the crazier, the obnoxious ticking from that damn clock, or how his brown eyes stared down at me in contemplation. through them, i felt myself become weak. time slowed down my ability to think, to breathe. i was drowning in caution and anticipation, too aware for my own good.

i’m sure i know what he’s thinking, i’m being weird, putting a boundary between our friendship because we hooked up.

i am.

but it didn't feel like just a hookup. he told me to feel, and god did that feel like something more. it felt like years worth of passion, like all my doubts were something he could pick up with one finger and discard with ease. did he mean to do that? to make me feel like that? to throw me out of whack whenever he was remotely visible to me?

“this is a twisted game you’re playing with me, (y/n).” there was a strain in his voice that you could easily miss, like he wasn’t saying what was truly on his mind. “but i’ve known you long enough to guess that part of you enjoys this game.” my eyebrows perk up at his words, the trance i was in suddenly shattering like a mirror.

“what the fuck does that even mean?” i spit, a bit harsher than i intended. he tilts his head to the side, pushing his glasses on top of his hair. his eyes narrow at me, a hint of surprise dancing behind them. his movements are quick, pulling my chair from underneath and dragging me toward him. as much as i hated to admit it, i squeaked when i felt his knees hit the edge of my chair. my knees were on either side of his, i was almost embarrassed.

“you want to complicate this. you want to ruin this before it ruins you. but i won’t let you do that, not to me.”

not to him? “i don’t do that.” solely because in the past, there was nothing to complicate in the first place. in the present however, my best friend is adamant i give in to something that's new to me. “you do baby, and it's okay. but not when it’s me, not when i’ve developed a taste for you. i can’t let you take that away from me.” it’s not until i'm walking home do i realize that i’ve figured it out. it’s his words that put me in those trances.

i’m staring at his text as i open the door to my apartment. i’m staring at his text as i take off my shoes. my keys never made it to its post because i couldn’t take my eyes off his text.

N: let’s talk it out. i already let myself in.

i’m not sure what feelings swirled around in my gut but they were heavy. they were heavy enough to keep my feet planted on the ground, staring at nanami who’d made himself comfortable on my couch. “what is there to talk about?” i manage, forgoing my hello’s. nanami turns his head to face me, a gentle smile resting on his lips. “welcome home, come sit next to me.”

i don’t find it in me to move from my spot, wanting answers.

“what do you mean by ‘taking’ whatever ‘this’ is away from you? what even is ‘this’?” my questions come out quicker than i thought it would, and nanami throws my first question back in my face. “i thought you said there was nothing to talk about?” i sigh, growing exhausted. my feet drag me over to the couch, instinctively plopping down next to him.

maybe he was right, i was complicating things too much. we both had fun, we both enjoyed it, so why ignore it? in fact, maybe i shouldn’t be pushing this away at all, he was the only one that took his time, didn’t get frustrated with me, didn’t get too excited, talked me through it. and it seemed like he enjoyed it too, not just the sex but fulfilling me. it’s the ‘what if’ that’s holding me back, but i could hear him out.

“talk to me.” i say, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me.

“‘this’ is us. you’re pulling away from me. we have never been like that, why start now?” nanami’s words are fluid, as he speaks, his hands reaching over to pull my jacket down my shoulders. i allow myself to join his lucidity, pulling my arms out of the fabric and laying it over the arm rest. he keeps his hands on me, placing them on my knees and rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “we go together, that night was just the cherry on top. you think it’s too much? we won’t put a name on it. you think it’ll disappear? i won't let go. but if you don’t want this, i’ll back away. you just need to tell me.”

my silence was deafening as i watched the way his hands trailed up to the hem of my skirt, his fingers dancing underneath the fabric. my breathing was shallow against his touch, his fingers almost too hot to bear on my skin. they were options, each one addressing a different ‘what if’ inside my head and the only one i disagreed with was him backing away. all i had to do was tell him.

i don’t want to tell him to back away, i want this. i know i do. i know it in the way i allow him to reach farther up into my skirt, pulling my thighs apart and kneading the supple flesh between his palms. i was back in the palm of his hand except this time, i knew what to expect. there wouldn’t be any coaxing necessary, any dubious thoughts behind whether or not he was truly a man of his word could be thrown away along with the rest of them; because this time, i knew for sure.

and he knew as well. bringing himself to his knees on the very ground beneath me like he was a sinner and i was his god. it would be a greater sin to turn away his worship, his lips pressed against the top of my thighs, without any rhyme or reason. his fingers laced themselves underneath my underwear, playing tug of war with my conscience and will. for a moment, he paused to look up at me, no doubt a light bulb going off in his head.

“do you want me to take it?” he asks. i struggled with the words in my mind, let alone in my mouth but the way heat rushed through my body said more than i needed to know. i couldn’t make a sound, allowing myself to answer him with a simple nod of my head. his gentle touch turned rough, pulling me to the edge of the cushion and pushing my body down onto the couch. “you want me to take it because you don’t want to burden the responsibility of how this ends. but i need you,” he grunts, popping the buttons off my blouse and taking my still clad breast into his hand. “to understand that as long as it’s within my power, you are not going anywhere.” his free hand grabs my chin and forces our eyes to meet, a grin eating away at his lips. “if this will help me get to where i want us to be,”

he delivers a harsh squeeze to my bosom, “then i will take, and take, and take until you realize you can do nothing else but give.” a sigh falls from my lips when he presses against my clit through my panties, closing my eyes as flashbacks of him taking, ripping waves of pleasure through my body. he was right, if he needed me as bad as he says he’s going to have to pry the uncertainty out of my body, which clearly proves to be no issue to him.

“at the end of the day, princess, you’re going to live with the way i’ll make you crave me. i’ll make sure that every time you reach into the back of your underwear drawer you hesitate. you’ll reach for your phone and call me, and each time you call i’ll be at your heels, i’ll be in between your thighs making mess out of this pussy.” his words went to my core, heat rushed to my face when he pulls my panties down, seeing the mess he made. “but it seems like you have no problem doing that already. you want this as much as i do, and i’ll get those exact words out of you, in that order.”

i stifle a whimper when he dips his head down between my legs, kissing my lips and digging his tongue between them. i couldn’t bring myself to look at him still, but faulted back to his words last time.

“i don’t want you to focus on looking, i need you to focus on feeling.”

so i let myself feel again, i let him make his assaults on my cunt, twitching and grinding into him, giving him my body even though i was desperate for him to take. he held me down against the plush fabric underneath me, claiming his power over me. i didn’t want to argue anymore. i wanted him to give me every reason to shut up and the cries i was stifling only had one solution, his hand. i take his wrist between my fingers, dragging it up to my mouth and then i look down.

he was so beautiful, amber eyes almost on fire, brows pursed together as he peers at me from under them. i didn’t have to see his lips to guess that they were coated in my slick, plump and pink as always. and even though his hand sat loosely on my mouth, i pressed up against it as i cried, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my veins in a way i couldn’t imagine without him present.

he pulls me from my bliss, wedging himself between my thighs and i can’t get enough of his cock; how it feels inside me, on me, rubbing between my folds and pressing onto my clit. the sounds of his breathy moans only heightened my sensitivity to everything around me, i didn’t have to move a muscle to please him the way he pleased me. it felt so gratifying, feeling like all i needed to bring to the table was plain and simple, myself. for a moment, his passion and determination was clear to me; watching the way he threw his head back as he bottomed out in my cunt, it all was so clear. he wasn’t going to let up, and i had no intention of allowing him to.

“k-kento,” i sound pathetic, whimpering his name and digging my nails into his hips. “harder.” my request seemed to light a new fire in him, and he’s smirking to himself. “yeah?” slowly, i begin to lose my grip. he’s hissing between his teeth as he grabs onto my waist, holding me still against his thrusts. as enveloped in pleasure as i was, i can’t help but watch him; from the rise and fall of his chest, the way his shoulders shudder when he goes in deep enough to have me clenching around him, and more importantly, the way his tongue runs over his lips, probably still tasting my climax from earlier.

“kiss me kento.” and he complies, moving his hands underneath me and pulling me up, enveloping my lips with his. he sucks and nibbles at my bottom lip and when our tongues finally introduce themselves to each other, i can’t help but to moan into his mouth. he rests his forehead against mine briefly, as if to catch his breath and he’s back to exploring my mouth again. i was coming quicker than i could have realized it, my jaw going slack and my eyes squeezing shut.

he hugged me as i came, stilling himself in me and holding me close to his chest. for once, this didn’t feel claustrophobic. it was like the world had suddenly stilled and all i could hear was his heart thumping against his chest. in that moment, i couldn’t be bothered with how tightly i held him. he was an anchor and i was a balloon too ambitious for my own good. i could’ve given him anything he asked for and as the ringing subsided in my ears, he only asked for one thing.

“let me take care of you.”

where's the rest of your work?

#jjk smut #jjk x you #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x you #kento smut #nanami kento #jjk kento #kento x reader

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bodycountgame · 1 year

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Hello! I was a big fan of the series a while a go and it is lovely to see that you are back. I'm terribly sorry that other anons put you through a lot with the voting aspect of the game. Absolutely no one deserves death threats for a story that they are bringing to us for free. However, I am not going to lie, I always feel a bit worried when a fandom majority vote is what has long lasting effects on character life/death. It was ok when it was everyone voting with an equal effect. Now there will be a wealth gap to vote. Only people that pay can contribute. And at least where I'm from wealth looks a certain kind of way.

Since you have characters that are in a minority it feels... Bad. Maybe I'm projecting how racist and transphobic my home country is on the vote for this game. I also don't want you to feel like this is an attack on you because that is not my intent at all! I love the diversity in the love interests and it was what brought me to the game initially. I am worried that if you do a majority vote on Patreon that characters that aren't white/cis will face a harsher vote. Trans lives are in danger and I was not surprised when a nonbinary character died first. I was part of the fandom and people treated them very grossly (it actually made me step away for a bit as well). There were many options but the vocally out and proud person got the boot first. What I'm saying is I trust you more than your Patreon supporters. If the people can't all vote as one, due to the actions of some terrible people, then maybe we shouldn't vote at all

anon, i totally understand your concerns because i absolutely shared them. to be completely honest with you, i had totally misjudged which characters i thought were popular or not and watching the three non binary cast members struggle through that first vote felt Bad. my personal disappointment about ellis being the character to receive the least votes in the vote contributed in no small part to the twist in chapter 3 and their revised arc (which was Not planned when i set out writing body count hahaha). howeverrrrrr, i did learn a lot from the process.

my main motivator behind making the vote patreon exclusive was that the voters would be genuinely invested in the game and that the polling would be much harder to game or manipulate. selfishly, i also think it will reduce a certain amount of the absolute barrage of wild anons from the first time around haha!

in addition to that, though, i think its important that i reaffirm what i have said from the start: i am acutely aware that in interactive fiction in general and particularly on tumblr there is a strong preference for white male characters, and i am not here to write some kind of gross POC/women/nb slasher. as much as i want the audience to have a say in the direction the story takes, i ultimately have final say on what happens in the story that i am writing.

the main way that i intend to have oversight of the voting process is by who appears on the polls in the first place; the first poll was the last time the whole cast will be available for a vote at the same time. since ellis, one of three NB cast members, was the first character to die, i've said that neither of the other NB cast members will appear on future polls. if it's women and POC suffering in the next vote, then i'll be applying similar logic. if that means we get towards the end and we need a white boy only poll then so be it!

that said, if people cannot behave then i will simply take away their toys. although i consider the voting mechanic to be one of the things that makes body count unique and fun, i'm absolutely not above doing away with it if there are Shenanigans that spoil it, ya know?

anyway, i hope that assuages some of your concerns! sorry for another giant wall of text wow i simply cannot answer a question concisely atm

#technical stuff #The Vote #faq #does this even make sense idk hope so!!

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murdockbarnes · 1 year

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What a feeling to be right here beside you now

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe cameron navigates grief and maybe, possibly, love?

wordcount: 1.76k

warnings: fanon rafe, mentions of drugs (very brief), death, rafe is very lovesick, fluff and pining, so much pining.

A/N: i haven't written anything in well over a year, but the words consumed me on one of my sleepless nights and this was the result. i'm not very good with dialogues, can you tell 😭

any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

the smell of old books and polished wood unlocks a trove of memories he had buried deep inside - his mother's gentle fingers in his hair as she read to him about dinosaurs and space and the constellations, when all was life and it seemed like life was perfect, through golden-hued glasses. when it felt like there was still someone who believed in him, loved him.

but with his mother's passing, games of tag turned into fistfights and into downright brawls on the playground, the sun reflected halo of blond hair making him appear every bit the kook prince he was. spine straight and air of confidence and commandeering presence not often expected from an 8 year old on a playground. and as he grew older and retreated deeper within himself, and the anger driven by sadness in him magnified, his hobbies turned into vices. the library was no longer a place he frequented as there was no reason to any longer, not without her.

grief was a fickle thing; it changed his father too, colder and more volatile, harsher whenever rafe made a mistake. it seemed, in an instant, his whole world came crashing down and took him down with it.

his eyes snap back to the girl as he came out of his mind and registered his surroundings, timid smile on her face as her lips formed around the words again.

"would you like some help? you look a little lost."

and he could say he didn't really need the help, the directions ingrained in his memory from all his visits with his mother, how the sunlight streamed through the high arched windows, the polished wood warmer and lighter wherever it touched, but her smile was sweet and she seemed genuine, and the lingering air in her wake tinged with vanilla and sandalwood made it hard to breathe, let alone part his lips to say otherwise, to tell her that he knows the way. it clouded his senses, encompassed him in every way as he followed her down the aisles, rows upon rows of books beside them.

he was out of sorts already and he'd barely spoken ten words to her. he looked at how her hair reflected the sunlight and rafe had to make a conscious effort to focus on his feet, lest he do something that made him look stupid in front of her, like reach out to find whether her hair was as soft as it looked, or what it smelled like.

"here we are. i'm right there at the desk if you need something else." and with another polite smile, she was gone. rafe was equal parts relieved and disappointed.

he picked up one of the books closest to him and read the synopsis. he'd started to think about picking up reading again, in a bid to better connect with his mother's memory that he was worried was slipping from his grasp. this book looked like something she would have enjoyed, rafe thought.

he settled down at a table and began to read, without any interruptions. he didn't really see many other people, for as big and beautiful the library was, the inhabitants of kildare were too busy to even consider going to the library an option. the teenagers were too busy boating, surfing, golfing and partying, and their parents with more or less the same.

rafe became a permanent fixture at the library that summer, always occupying the same table he and his mother used to in days long past. the girl from the front desk would sit with him sometimes, when the library had no one other than him and her and the cold airconditioned air between them. he'd gotten to know her a little by then, her name, the kind of books she liked, that they had shared 6th period history, shared acquaintances and circles and hobbies, the way her perfume was different every day; somedays vanilla, sometimes sandalwood or some flower he couldn't put a name to. the way it was citrus whenever she was happier, smile warmer and truer than the sunlight that streamed through the windows, more coveted as it was few and far between. and his heart would thud so hard against his chest that he feared it'd land right at her feet. his hands ached, gripping the delicate library books harshly so that he didn't do anything to embarrass himself; the tips of his fingertips would burn like ice, pinpricks of aching longing that almost consumed him whole.

it confused him and scared him. rafe wasn't sure love was supposed to feel this way, if it even was that. but her laughter glides along his back like honey and melts into his bones, drips down to his fingertips and to his toes, and he feels warm all over. his hands feel clammy and his cheeks hurt from smiling. he'd blame the drugs if he didn't go off them weeks ago. it terrified him, rattled him to his core, because he wasn't certain he could handle losing much more. but the heady high was too addictive and it made him feel alive in a way the drugs had never done.

he still had his bad days, days where his hands would shake with the effort it took for him not to reach over to his keys and drive out to barry's. days where he'd snap at the smallest things, when the jittery feeling would take over his chest. but he'd bury it deep down, occupy himself with something so fully that the only thought at the end of the day would be how fast he could hit the bed and go to sleep.

on the few days of the week he didn't go to the library, he occupied himself otherwise with golfing, surfing, maybe even a little photography. photography brought in him a sense of appreciation for beauty everywhere that he didn't have before.

rafe had just finished surfing and was walking back towards his beach towel when he heard someone calling his name. he turned, eyes scanning the beach until it landed on her, waving her hands to him with a big smile on her face. he allows the feeling to wash over him as he walks over to her and her friends, an involuntary smile of his own taking over his face as he hugs her back, hand against the expanse of her back. warm sand stuck to warmer skin, the salty sea air bringing him a whiff of her coconut conditioner this close. he was certain that he was drowning and it didn't bother him a bit. he snaps out of it as the hug ends and she introduces him to her friends.

"are you enjoying that book i recommended?" she asks him after her friends tell her they're going for a swim.

rafe just chuckled. "yes, i am. although, i didn't really peg you as someone who enjoyed those kinds of books."

a quirked eyebrow. rafe gulped. "and what did you peg me as, mr. cameron? solely a romance girl?"

"not solely a romance girl, but romance yes." rafe considered how much he should reveal. "you're beautiful inside and out, you're good and kind and you were nice to me when no one else would be nice, and rightfully so. i haven't deserved someone being nice to me in a long while. you belong right there in a romance novel. or a disney movie"

her eyes turned glassy and she gripped rafe's hand, their fingers slotting together. "everyone deserves that, rafe. what matters is that you're making a conscious effort to change. you're good and you have been nothing but good to me, cameron. i hope you see that."

a flash of warmth, and then it was over, too brief for his liking. clearing his throat, he diverts the topic. "my friend kelce is having a party tonight. are you coming?"

"will you be there?"

"i might if you are."

"consider me already there then." she replies with a smile.

rafe tugs uncomfortably at the collar of his green polo that he definitely did not deliberate a long time over. it's not like this was a date, he was just picking her up for the party. he sweats a little as he sends her a text indicating that he's here and debates whether he should ring the doorbell or not when the door opens and reveals her, clad in a yellow sundress.

he's short for breath, mouth hanging slightly open. he's just about to tell her how beautiful she looks when his attention is pulled by the sound of her voice.

"you look very good in green, cameron." she says, cheeks flushed and shy smile on her face - identical to the one on rafe's when hears that.

surprising to everyone but rafe, he spent the entirety of the party after greeting his friends standing by a wall talking to her. neither the drug and alcohol scene, nor the girls obviously vying for his attention for less than innocent intentions, none of it was appealing to him anymore. it was like a dark, heavy fog had been lifted and he was seeing things clearly for the first time in a long time under the sun's light.

unaware of when they had escaped the party to the nearby park, rafe found himself sitting next to her on a bench, leaning back to look at the twinkling stars overhead. he wished he had brought his camera so he could capture it and look back on it later.

the bench is small, and their bare arms brush again as she shifts to get comfortable. and even though the night is warm, goosebumps appear up and down their arms, from where their shoulders brush, down to their fingertips. wordlessly, they turn to face each other, their eyes flicking down to the other's lips.

silently, a question is asked; and silently, it is answered.

their lips meet in a tender kiss, unbearably soft and sweet, breaths tangling together, hands gently cupping faces. there was a warmth in their hearts, unbeknownst to the other, spreading outwards, engulfing them and warming them from inside out. lips curve into smiles, eyes closed and basking in the each others presence.

rafe felt like he was a king at that moment, like he could conquer anything. he wished he had his camera now to always preserve this moment forever, to capture the stars in her eyes.

he never wanted to stop kissing her. he just hoped she wanted the same. she did.

#ara writes #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron fic #rafe obx #outer banks fanfiction

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bloodynereid · 2 years

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Eye of Madness / Eye of Greatness - part 2

pairings: targaryen family x platonic! velaryon oc + implied aemond targaryen x oc

tw: blood, prophecies (?), character death, kind of dark idk, fix-it au, sword fighting, helaena is kind of ooc, daemon is somehow a good father, targcest (idk it just happened ok - my brain somehow conjured up chemistry between these two)

description: Years after the incident at Driftmark, Elaena and her family now live in Dragonstone. However, the family is called to arms in an effort to defend Lucerys' claim to the Driftmark throne. Elaena must now return to court to face her dying grandsire and the uncle whose price she had payed. An eye for an eye.

a/n: sorry this is so long... the words kind of ran away from me. anyways I would urge you read part 1 first if you haven't yet for the sake of context but I'm pretty sure you could just read this on it's own tbh. hope you enjoy part 2 as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Elaena is my little badass dreamer.

disclaimer: I unfortunately don't know High Valyrian (I am learning it on Duolingo) so the phrases and convos are a combination of different online translators and dictionaries - I tried to eliminate the English words that couldn't be translated so for the people who do know the language well, past tense stuff and some plural stuff is most definitely incorrect. If you all want to correct me on it feel free to.

part 1 / part 2

Years had passed since the incident at Driftmark and the Velaryon/Targaryen family now lived in Dragonstone, far away from the green poison that festered at the Red Keep. Even if Elaena had changed the fate of her brothers that night, the greens still thirsted for power. She was lonelier too… often exchanging ravens with Helaena but never finding that bond amongst the children of her age again. Her own brothers and cousins mostly left her alone and the younger ones were scared of the eye that was no longer there.

Her only companions that filled her formative years were her mother, Rhaenyra and her father figure/uncle, Daemon. He had taken up her Valyrian lessons after the maester had decided to try and make Elaena wear an eye patch, telling her it was disgusting to have to see that ugly thing every day. The man disappeared without a trace one day and Elaena came back the next day later smelling of smoke and fire. Daemon had also taken up her sword training when he found her practicing with a wooden stick one day, telling her that if she insisted on training at least it should be with steel and a worthy companion. Elaena was knocked on her back more than she could count that afternoon.

The sounds of the sea crashing against the rocks helped drown out the voices that had grown harsher over the years. Demanding that she would listen to them. The heated skin of Cannibal carefully enveloped me as I cuddled into his side, lightly stroking the coal colored scales. Green festers in the cut and the man will speak truth in accusations. Accusations given for power. Power that he will never grasp.

“Ziry vestragon hae iksi naejot henujagon Zaldrīzesdōron aderī, dōna valītsos.” I felt his rumble against my back and a little laugh escaped my lips. Cannibal was a sweet creature even if he did have some harsh tendencies. He reminded me a lot of the spiders that Hel and I would catch all those years ago. I can still remember the day when I bonded with him so clearly, like it had only happened yesterday. It seems like we are to leave Dragonstone soon, sweet boy.

The day had been occupied by a storm, none of the children had been allowed outside so Elaena and her family had spent the day by the fire, exchanging stories and playing little games. It had been a while since they had done anything similar to this and Elaena had been missing her two brothers, who had been unintentionally avoiding her due to their guilt about that night. That ordinary day however would eventually turn into one of the best in her life. This was the day that the Gods had been whispering about.

When all the castle was fast asleep, the young princess sneaked into the kitchens and grabbed a meager amount of food and a water jug before setting off to hike through the wilderness that surrounded the castle. The wind slashed and tore at her clothes while rain beat down from the heavens.

I had finally found him as the first rays of sunlight started to permeate the sky, the gray clouds dulling the usually colorful sunrise. Cannibal was resting on one of the highest points of the island and for a young girl with only half of normal hand-eye coordination, climbing had been a… task. Especially as the wet rocks slipped and tore at my hands as I ascended the cliffs.

“Rytsas zaldrīzes.” I said as I carefully approached the large mount and the dragon slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with curiosity instead of the expected fury, the Gods had been right. As always. Hello dragon.

“Gīda… gīda.” I extended my hand over to his snout, the dragon’s warm breath instantly making me forget the bitter cold that had seemed to have permanently seeped into my bones during the hike. Steady… steady.

“Kessa ao rual nyke naejot sōvegon lēda ao?” Cannibal answered with a resounding huff, that sounded to me as an agreement so I gave the beast a large smile. “Kirimvose, ñuha jorrāelagon zaldrīzes.” Will you allow me to fly with you? Thank you, my dear dragon.

I leaned my forehead against his and carefully made my way over to his side. Sliding my fingers reassuringly across the black scales. Since he was a wild dragon and had basically killed all of the riders that had attempted to claim him - there were no ropes or saddle on his back. I would have to ride bareback then. As if he sensed my uneasiness, Cannibal turned his head to look into my eye, his head cocking before turning his snout and blowing steam at the ledge high up on the stone wall.

“Sȳz zaldrīzes.” I took off the pack and placed it on the floor before climbing up using the cracks in the wall until I was standing on the ledge. The whispers fill my ears and give me courage. Dragon of coal. Dragon of stone. Two souls entwined in only the way a dragon and rider can be. I jump off from the ledge and hold on tightly to Cannibal’s back. He lets out a loud roar and slowly spreads his wings, I give him a little pat on his side and I hold on tight. “Soves, Cannibal.” Good dragon. Fly, Cannibal.

He lets out an even louder roar that resounds against the stone and slowly ascends into the clouds. The rain had stopped and now only the morning dew sat heavily in the air. The sun had risen fully by now and the skies were painted a dull orange and pink. I let out a laugh as we suddenly dip down and twirl around in the air. I felt free, completely free. “Dracarys!” Dragonfire!

“Ahh I knew I would find you here.” My mind is wrenched out of its memories as I hear the familiar voice of my uncle Daemon. Cannibal rumbles menacingly but I give him a reassuring pat before getting up from my spot on the rough grass.

“Kepus, iksis ziry jēda syt ñuha gūrēñare?” Uncle, is it time for our training?

“Daor, aōha muña ēza jiōragon iā vōljes hen se Baela. Jaelza naejot ūndegon ao.” No, your mother has received a raven from Baela. She wants to see you.

“Sȳrje. Egros gūrēñare tolī?” Very well. Sword training after?

“Kessa, eman iderēbagon se vok dīnagon. Gōntan nyke ivestragon ao nūmāzma Syrax's arlie drōma?” Yes, I have chosen the perfect place. Did I tell you about Syrax’s new eggs?

We talked as we scaled up the rocks that surrounded Cannibal’s chosen resting place and Daemon excitedly spoke about the clutch of eggs he had found earlier that day. I had grown fond of the man people called Rogue Prince, he had become more of a father than Laenor and Harwin had ever been. Mother continuously joked that we were two sides of the same coin - both second-born and rogue. Father and daughter in every way that counted. Daemon entertained even my wildest mutterings and delusions. Comforting me, alongside my mother when the worst dreams came around.

The familiar bricks of the Red Keep came into view as I flew out of the clouds and descended into the Dragonpit. Letting Cannibal fly off into the wilderness after I slid off his back, he’s still a wild dragon at heart and has killed quite a few dragon keepers who tried to domesticate him over the years. Brushing off the black and red riding leathers, I took off my gloves and tightened the braids that were entwined in my hair. I had decided to come slightly later than the rest of my family - knowing the strange stares they usually attract whenever I joined them. Purple stone. Green blood spills. Against red bricks and red fire. Blood will be drawn by the knife of ire.

“Rytsas dārilaros, aōha muña ivestretan īlva naejot jiōragon ao. Konīr iksis iā anne rȳ se remȳti naejot gūrogon ao naejot se gaomagon.” One of the dragon keepers I knew well from childhood had approached me as I watched Cannibal become a speck in the sky, informing me about my mother’s instructions. Hello princess, your mother told us to receive you. There is a horse at the gates to take you to the Keep.

“Kirimvose.” I flashed him a smile before walking over to the gates, seeing a beautiful chestnut mare tied to one of the posts with one of the members of the Kingsguard sitting on a white one next to it. Thank you.

“It seems that my mother still believes me incapable of protecting myself.” I say as I untie the rope and slip onto the saddle, my sword clanging against my hip. The sound of my voice makes the guard snap out of his trance and look at me, his eyes widening. Clearing his throat in discomfort, he answers my quip:

“Sorry princess but it was actually the Queen who insisted.” My eyebrows shoot up.

“The Queen hmm? Well I sure hope you can keep up.” I knock my feet and set off into the streets of Flea Bottom as fast as I can, leaving him cursing behind me and starting up his horse as well. The small folk shout insults at me as they try to move out of the way. A laugh escapes me. It’s not like riding a dragon but at least it’s close to it. Plus it’s fun to toy with guards, especially those sent by the Queen.

I arrived at the Red Keep, with a very disgruntled guard coming in mere moments after me. I told one of the servants to inform my mother that I had arrived, giving the excuse that I wanted to go explore before seeing her.

The first place I found myself in was the training grounds. The whispers I had accompany me in the halls were downright cruel, but I had heard worse and what was I going to do - pop my eye back in? I saved my brothers and all these people care about is vanity.

Standing off to the side I leaned against one of the pillars, watching my uncle Aemond spar with Ser Crist- no that didn’t seem right, Crispin? It must be Ser Crispin. I eyed my two brothers who looked at the man in mild disgust and also slight awe. Aemond had become a skillful swordsman. Eye of sapphire. Eye of amethyst. Two souls tied together by their shared sacrifice.

“Nephews… have you come to train?”

“Now, now, Kepus, we wouldn’t want you to lose another eye. I don’t think I’d like to go blind, do you?” I spoke up which made everyone gathered in the training ground turn to look at my previously unnoticed presence. Uncle.

My brothers looked at me with quizzical looks as I pushed off the wall and walked over to stand in front of the much taller man. I fiddled with the hilt of my sword and a smirk started to rise on my face. Eye to eye. Jem to eyepatch.

“Princess, we didn’t expect you to arrive so early.” Crispin piped up from behind Aemond, I tilted my head and gave him a little nod.

“Well the guard that you sent would most probably agree with you, Ser Crispin. Now, uncle, you called for a spar. Think you could take on your favorite niece?”

“Well dear Elaena, the offer was only extended to your brothers but I would gladly take you on. Think you can beat me?” I scoffed.

“Oh I do.” I pull the sword out of its sheath. The steel singing as I adjusted my grip on the hilt and walked back a few paces, aiming the blade at his throat.

“We shall see about that.” His eye sparked dangerously and I smirked. Let the games begin.

He brought up his blade and tapped the sword away from his throat before lunging. The dancing of metal went on for a short time until I started to pick up his tells. Even after all these years he still favored his right foot. The idiot Crispin probably didn’t want to correct his darling prince. I side-stepped his next lunge and pivoted my foot to the side before landing a well-aimed sweep. He was on the ground a second later, sword abandoned and mine aimed at his throat.

“Gaomagon ao obūljarion?” I ask with a sharp smile, tilting my head to the side. Aemond glances at my scarred eye and lets out a laugh. Do you surrender?

“Mērī naejot ao Elaena.” Only to you, Elaena.

I shake my head at him with an answering laugh before drawing my blade away from his throat and putting it back into its sheath. I offer my hand which he graciously takes and I help pull him up out of the dirt. I turn to my brothers who look at me with proud looks. Jace even offers a slow clap.

“I’m sure your sister misses me as much as I miss her so I shall see you at the inquisition. Brothers. Uncle.” They all nod towards me as I walk away from the training grounds, loud chatter erupting behind me as I slip through the doors.

I knock on the wooden doors as the guard looks at with suspicion painted across his face but it quickly eases when Helaena throws open the door and envelops me in a hug that has me staggering back before I can start to return it.

“El! Oh how I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Hel. You look absolutely beautiful as ever.” She offers me a wide smile before pulling me into her chambers and shutting the door behind her.

“I like your eye. Aemond doesn’t like showing his eye so he uses an eyepatch but I’m glad you don’t wear one. Come, I must show you the new additions to my collection.” And that is how we spent the next hour before the Queen walks into the room and takes a seat next to us.

“Hello girls. Elaena, your mother is requesting your presence before you join us at court.”

“Of course, your Grace.” I say as I turn to look at her and bow my head. The amethyst obviously sparkling in the light as I hear her sharp intake of breath. I give Helaena’s shoulder a squeeze and walk out of the room and into the halls. Taking off into a sprint towards mother’s assigned chambers once out of sight of the guard.

“The Queen told me that you need to see me.” I say as I burst through the doors, causing mother to look up from her book.

“Yes, my darling. How was your time with Helaena? I know you’ve been missing her.” Mother said as I enveloped her in a hug while she sat on the sofa in her joint room with Daemon. Said man was sitting next to the fire with a large and very old-looking book.

“It was wonderful. The bugs she has collected are absolutely incredible. It’s too bad I couldn’t bring any of my collection over to show her.”

“Indeed.”

“We heard about your little spar with Aemond in the training yard.” There was a teasing lilt in Daemon’s voice as he didn’t even bother to look up from the pages. I cringed as I sat down next to mother on the couch, laying my head in her lap as she stroked her fingers through the free curls that weren’t tied up in braids.

“We also heard you beat him. Seems like all your lessons with Daemon paid off.” Mother says in an admonishing tone, clearly directed towards Daemon.

“He was making jests about Jace and Luke so I had to remind him who he was talking to. Ser Crispin also never taught him not to favor his feet it seems. Aemond was completely off balance.” Daemon laughs and finally looks up from his book to give me his signature smile. I hear mother let out a breathy laugh above me and she leans down to give me a kiss over the raised skin of my scar.

“I do believe it was Daemon who first made that joke about Ser Criston Cole.”

“His name is Criston? You know that doesn’t suit him at all, I still believe Crispin makes more sense.” It was said that the laugh that Daemon let out that day was heard across the streets of Flea Bottom.

After mother insisted I wear a dress for court, I picked out one of my mother’s old red dresses that was left in the wardrobe and paired it with an equally long embroidered coat that Daemon had gifted me on one of my name days. I now stood in the large hall that surrounded the Iron Throne, periodically tapping my knee against the sheath of the sword - a small act that calmed me against the strangely loud torrent of whispers and the anxiety of the whole situation. They had been suspiciously silent for the past day but had returned at full force once I came into viewing range of the Iron Throne. A rather uncomfortable looking seat for all the troubles it had and will cause. Snow. Men of the dead rise and thirst for blood. Prince that was promised clothed in the deception of a bastard.

The beginning of the accusations went along as smoothly as one could imagine, that was until the great doors burst open and in came the King. Hunched over his cane and with a gold mask covering half of his face. The man I remember from all those years ago had become a shell of himself and pang went through my heart. Great men subjected to rot and poison by inadequate and greedy hands.

The proceedings continued as normal with grandsire quickly rebuffing the threats to Luke’s succession and then well… Vaemond decided to insult my mother.

“And she is…”

“Say it.” I hear Daemon say from somewhere behind me. My hand slips under my coat and grasps the hilt of the sword. The metal slightly hisses as I begin to pull it out of its sheath.

“A whore.”

“I will have your tongue for that.” I hear the King say and out of my peripheral I see him stand up quickly, pulling out a dagger. I look back at Daemon for a split second as he has his hand on Dark Sister. I raise my eyebrows at him and he nods, letting the hilt fall and giving me a wink. I draw the steel completely out of its sheath and in one fell swoop half of Vaemond’s head is lying on the floor in front of me.

“Well he did once say that he would show us how his blood runs true.”

The entire family now sat at the large dining table awaiting the King’s arrival. Alicent and my mother kept trading glances as I traced Valyrian letters into the wood, looking up periodically to catch Helaena’s or Jace’s eyes from my seat at Daemon’s side. A few more minutes passed before grandsire finally appeared - being carried in by four guards. We quickly rose out of chairs, the wood scraping against the stone floor. He was slumped over and looked on the edge of death. We all sat back down when the guards had carried him over to his place in between Alicent and mother.

“How good it is to see you all tonight, together.” The Queen then proceeded to say a prayer to the Seven and I clasp my hands across my lap and listen intently as I scan the faces of my kin.

“... and to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest.” Daemon turns to me at that and we exchange smiles, accompanied by the lowest of scoffs from my part.

I continue tracing patterns and listening to the whispers in my mind as the toasts and speeches continue, taking small sips of my wine as I see others doing so. After Jace’s rather taunting toast, I lift myself out of the seat and raise my wine glass.

“I would also like to raise my glass. To my dearest aunt, you were one of my most treasured childhood companions and I have been missing you greatly throughout these years apart. You have truly grown into a wonderful young woman and it is an honor to call you my friend, as well as my kin.” Mother gives me a warm smile as she takes a sip of her wine and Daemon gives my arm a little squeeze as I sit back down, flashing me one of his rare, genuine smiles.

“Thank you, dear niece. As my brothers can probably account for, I have missed you a great deal as well. Now… I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon. It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you… except sometimes when he’s drunk.” Daemon laughs at my side and I add some of my own laughter as well, but not before giving my aunt a reassuring smile.

I start digging into the food and periodically take sips of wine as I converse with Daemon and my mother, watching Jace and Helaena happily dancing. An idea materializes into my mind and I excuse myself before walking over to Aemond’s chair. He turned to look at me with a peculiar expression on his face as I extended my hand.

“Would you like to dance, uncle?” He wordlessly takes my offered hand and we sweep off into the hall to begin dancing. We mirror each other's movements as the music progresses, going slower and more cautiously than Jace and Helaena. He danced similarly to how he sparred, precise, elegant and sharp.

The merry dancing stopped however when the King slumped over and was carried out of the room, groaning. Aemond and I parted ways and we all started to go back to sit at our places, when a large pig was about to be set down in front of Aemond’s place. Knowing the consequences of this, I popped out my foot and the servant tripped, the pig falling onto the floor and the loud clatter of the silver plate reverberated throughout the dining hall. I slip back over to my seat and Daemon tilts his head with a small smile.

“What was that for you? You know I’m all for your tympir.” He whispers as I sit down. Games.

“Se māzīlarion.” I answer with a wink. The future.

I slipped into grandsire’s room after everyone had dispersed. Mother had decided we would go back to Dragonstone come morning so the servants were busying themselves packing things away and everyone else had already retired.

I had to make sure that the Queen did not put Aegon on the throne and that meant having to prevent grandsire from telling her about the song. And so I sat on the edge of the great bed and carefully took one of his hands between mine.

“Grandsire?”

“I’m sorry. But you wanted to know if I believe it to be true.”

“Grandsire? Is this about the song of ice and fire? Aegon’s dream?”

“Yes. Yes, my dear. It is true. What he saw in the North. The Prince That Was Promised.”

“I know. I know.”

“He will unite the realm, against the cold and the dark. It is you.”

“Grandsire?”

“You are the one.”

Press blade against flesh. Flesh to ice. And let the shadows guide the dragon. I carefully lift up grandsire’s hand and give him a kiss on the knuckles before straightening up and walking over to the blade of prophecy. Picking it up and placing it under my cloak I slip out of the room, making my way to the tower that I knew housed the Hand of the King. Blade against flesh.

Entering the rooms of the man who would basically single-handedly destroy my family, I take out the dagger and find the Hand sleeping with a great pile of documents next to him. The Gods had granted me another change of fate and so I placed the blade against his neck and started to cut away at the flesh, causing his eyes to burst open as he tried to push away from my grip. I held him in place as more of the dark red liquid slid down my hands.

A few moments later he lies there in a pool of his blood, dead. I wipe the dagger clean and step back admiring the sight. Then I methodically start to throw things around the room and sneak away the valuables, making it seem more of a robbery than a planned assassination.

Taking one last look at the room, I sneak back out through one of the hidden tunnels and walk through the shadows of the castle. Placing the blade of prophecy back into its rightful place, fulfilling its call of blood. I get back to my rooms and scrub my hands of the blood and make sure to get rid of the tainted cloak and valuables before slipping under the covers and letting my ancestors' dreams quickly envelop me.

and... that's the end of part 2. hope you all enjoyed it - ik it had a kind of different vibe than part 1 but I wanted to show how El had grown and matured during those years ig. some random thoughts I had during the writing of this:

Elaena's braided hair was totally inspired by Dany's - like she saw that in her visions and randomly decided to adopt it. It probably looks like this but with her curly brunette locks.

2. Otto's death randomly came to me as I was outlining this out and it was totally self-indulgent. I just really wanted to see that man dead.

3. This wasn't the og ending I had planned out tbh but it fit better than what I had been thinking about so it ended up way more open-ended than originally intended.

4. I like to think that El understands and can speak Valyrian because it's kind of like a Percy Jackson situation where the whispers that she gets are all in Valyrian so she naturally can just understand it.

5. Her bond with Cannibal !!! This was one of those things that first popped into my mind when I first started thinking about writing a part 2. I was reminded a lot about Vhagar and Aemond's bond cause I wanted to do something that was the complete opposite. As Dany once said: Dragons are not slaves. El's bond with Cannibal is one of mutual love and trust - they are basically one person. Think about it like soulmates.

6. El is like a year-ish younger than Jace but I don't have a specific age because we don't have any specific age for Jace in the tv show so sorry about that.

7. Daemon and her have this weird father-daughter bond that was also completely self-indulgent. I like to think that he kind of saw a lot of himself in her and Rhaenyra was like go be the father that she never had. Also El calls him uncle cause it was just easier for me to put that in - like calling him father would just be weird for her and technically he is her uncle due to his marriage to Laena.

8. Last one I promise, El doesn't wear an eyepatch due to the fact that she's proud of her sacrifice and because I personally found Aemond incredibly hot when he showed his sapphire eye in ep 10.

taglist: @alexandra-001 . @chevelledahuman

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen x oc #aemond targaryen x oc #hotd x oc #house of the dragon fanfiction #helaena x oc #helaena the dreamer #team rhaenyra #rhaenyra is a great mom #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #my ocs <3

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Pretty When You Cry

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst

Summary: Billy’s girlfriend gets tired of him always abandoning her to hang out with his jock friends. Based on the song Pretty When You Cry by Lana Del Ray

Requested by: My bae @mothshabby

It was a beautiful night as (Y/N) stepped out of her friend’s car, stars shining so bright like they were watching her. Her shoes crunching over the gravel as she got out of the car.

“You want me to come with you?” Nancy asked, brow knitted in concern. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, knowing that the pity on Nancy’s face would make her cry.

She shook her head.

“Alright. Steve’s there if you get into trouble , I’ll wait here until you’re back.”

She was always so grateful for Nancy. Even when the girl was a lot, the Wheeler girl was the best friend anyone could have. And (Y/N) was holding that thought in her mind like a shield as she walked towards the bonfire party that the jocks were holding after their game’s big win.

She could spot Billy fairly easily. Glowing gold in the warm light of the fire, standing and laughing with his friends. His wild laugh like a lion’s roar, his mane of blond hair blowing in the wind.

The sight of him made her chest constrict, even more so when he spotted her and grinned. Billy shoved past his friends and made his way to her. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

He knew something was wrong when he leaned forward to kiss her and she stepped back.

“Did you forget, Billy?” Her voice was soft, a waver in it. She was trying to pull on her anger, hoping that anger would make it easier to talk than sadness. “You said we were going out for dinner after your game?”

His face dropped, realizing what he had done. Around them, the basketball players were laughing and play fighting. Unaware of what was happening between the lovers. The fraying relationship.

When (Y/N) and Billy got together, she always felt like his whole world. She was his girl, he told her everything. So many days they spent together, holding each other close.

But Billy had been getting distant, knowing he had her so forgetting he needed to work to keep her.

Plans got cancelled hours before they were supposed to happen, leaving (Y/N) all dressed up with nowhere to go. She’d spend so much time waiting for him only for him to never come through.

And she couldn’t do it any longer.

“I’m sorry princess.” Billy was trying to make it right. “Let me get my stuff, we can go to dinner right now.”

“No. I wanna go home.”

“Then I’ll take you home.” He replied

“Not with you.”

Her boyfriend looked properly scared. “(Y/N).” He only used her proper name when he was being serious. “I’m sorry, I… I can make this better.”

She shook her head, picking at her nails. “I think it’s better if you don’t. This relationship clearly isn’t important to you.”

“No!” Billy denied that quickly, drawing a few glanced from his friends. Their attention was retaken by the party moments after, however. “I need you, babe.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” (Y/N)‘s voice was harsher, her mind made up. “Not when you keep leaving me for your friends.”

She didn’t listen to the rest of his excuses, turning on her heeling and walking away from him. Walking away like she should have done earlier.

It was only when she got back to the car that she started crying. Nancy had her arm around (Y/N), saying reassuring things that the heartbroken girl could barely hear.

While she finally wiped her eyes after her sobbing, (Y/N) took the time to examine herself in the mirror. Billy always said that she looked so pretty, his pretty darling. She wondered if he’d think she looked pretty while crying that she was. Maybe that was why he kept hurting her.

Maybe it was because he thought she was pretty when she cried.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #st #st x reader #st imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #stranger things billy x reader #stranger things billy Hargrove #stranger things billy Hargrove x reader #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #Billy x reader #Billy #st billy x reader #st billy #st billy Hargrove x reader #st billy Hargrove

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#RPGCovers Week Twelve Legacy: Life Among the Ruins (2018) Tithi Luadthong aka grandfailure

While they’re since become a regular go-to for many people’s stock art (a good thing, I’ve used them for the Age of Ravens collections), Legacy was the first place I really noticed Luadthong’s work. I’m sure I’d seen their images elsewhere but here the cover grabbed my attention. Then, as I went through the rest of Legacy, I was struck by how much the interior art by Luadthong felt consistent and right.

I don’t know if it is a question of exposure and mental connections, but I can’t imagine any other art with this– the core book or the two supplements. I remain shocked that the art wasn’t commissioned specifically for these concepts and materials. Maybe they were all then released as stock art, but I don’t think so. I’m focusing on covers, so let me stick with that– but understand that the interior art in these is great, evocative, and smartly chosen.

Part of what makes Luadthong’s work so good is that it presents a rich story, but one which leaves open a great deal of imaginative space. Things are in silhouettes, abstractions, or slightly blurred, leaving you to fill in the details.

For our main cover, we have an orange sky– is it dusk or dawn? Or is the sky that color from some fallout? The lightest color falls about a third of the way down the page–so there’s a spectrum of light and dark from the top and bottom. We only view our figures from the back, but we can see that weird mix of archaic tech and cobbled together tech scrap. Just above them we see the ruins: titanic and collapsed.

But below them, where we’re looking down, we see a settlement. Are our figures returning home or is their purpose more sinister? The village below is the only place in the color scheme which shows us a true green, hinting that this is a place of life and growth. The logo at the top and the settlement below balance out the composition of the page.

Legacy has a couple of supplements which use Luadthong’s work. The two most significant are The Engine of Life and End Game. The former is more green and filled with life, as is appropriate for the subject matter. We actually see the faces of our characters, but we’re still left with questions, like what is this structure they’re sitting in? On the other hand, End Game works in harsher reds and oranges. The sky behind burns, and it feels more like an explosion than a dawn. Unlike EoL the figure here is shadowed and uncertain, hidden from us. What is this “swing”? A metaphor or a literal harness for some flying craft?

We don’t know and again that’s its strength: letting us find our stories.

I should also mention the Legacy logo is pretty good. I like the combination of a distressed font with an almost stencil approach for certain letters. I hadn’t noticed until I really examined this closely, but the letters are cut away by a ruined skyscape. At first I assumed that was an element added to the main title, but it’s actually part of the font itself and appears across the lettering. It’s subtle and great.

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg covers #indie ttrpg #great rpg covers #grandfailure

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Decided I had to write Lizzie's POV because I felt like I didn't get my point across in Jimmothy's and I'm still insane over Seablings smile

anyways something something Lizzie wants the world to burn but a conversation with her brother reminds her it needs to be a controlled fire or something like that

does that make sense. do I word good enough

You can read Jimmy's POV here!!

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It's not fair.

A blast of warmth consumes her as she enters the space after death, a stark contrast to the freezing temps of the void she'd found herself falling into moments ago, and it's not fair.

She hadn't even wanted to be part of these stupid games! But when Joel had mentioned another one starting, another period where she was left behind for Void knows how long, she couldn't stand the thought of letting him go through it alone again. It was bad enough, watching him lose his mind during the last one. Watching him lose it upon Jimmy's death, jolting awake in the middle of the night upon Joel's sudden return, upon his death. She'd never get that look out of her head - a fear she only ever saw at the end of the games, how he'd fallen into her arms and sobbed as she could do nothing but whisper to him and-

Lizzie sighs, picking at the loose threads of her dress. It's not fair.

Why her, of all people? Why was she always the one to forget, to be left behind? It wasn't fair. She wants to scream, at who she isn't entirely sure yet. But she wants to scream, to let out this stupid pent-up rage she always gained during this stupid game and-

And she's so tired. She just wants to go home.

Where is that? She wonders. She'd forgotten that long ago.

Distantly, she can hear Jimmy celebrating, and she can't help but glare into the nothingness. She can hear him being congratulated by other players and it's just not fair. Somewhere beneath it she can hear Joel calling for her, the only one who came to her party, but it's drowned out by the praise and it's like her death doesn't even matter and it's not fair it's not fair.

She shouldn't have gone to the End. She knew, she knew it was dangerous- Why had she done that? It was stupid, she knew it was stupid, so why-

Oh.

That's right. She had done it for Joel.

And somewhere she can remember being told to trust no-one, not when you're part of the Life games, and she's reminded of that look her husband had after that she can never forget. There's an ache, a flame threatening to spark beneath her ribs and she wants nothing more than to burn. But she can't, because the Void had claimed her before she could, and it's just not fair.

She feels it as a new presence enters the After-Void.

Lizzie watches, a match tossed into the already lit flame, as Jimmy celebrates his "win". Her death means nothing, she thinks. Her death means nothing because he wasn't the one in her place.

There's a part of her that wants to run to him, to cheer him on and congratulate him and he had done it! He had done it, because of her. She clears her throat, and it's a small victory when he nearly jumps out of his skin and screams.

"Congrats!" She puts on a smile, tries not to show how much she was hurting. But she lets the anger show. She wouldn't try to hide that. "You did it. Congratulations, Jimmy." Brother, she wants to say instead. Malicious and betrayed and hurt.

There's something painfully familiar about it, about being the only two left in a world only they were a part of. She watches as he reaches a hand up to his neck and her breathing hitches, knowing he must have thought it too. She squeezes her wrist to stop herself from doing the same.

"Lizzie-" His voice breaks on her name, and what right did he have to cry now? She was the one who died first. She was the one being ignored. "I wasn't- I didn't mean to-"

"To what, gloat?" Lizzie laughs, and she'll admit it came out harsher than she'd intended. It wasn't his fault she had died, but..She waves him off. "I'd have done the same. I mean- 4 seasons? You should be celebrating!" She wants to cringe, hearing herself speak like this.

There's an awkward silence between them, thick and suffocating and suddenly she regrets ever coming here.

"I didn't-" He pauses, and she can see the internal conflict he's having in his head. It was easier to resent him when he wasn't right here in front of her.

It's not fair, she thinks to herself. She hadn't chosen to leave him behind first, she hadn't chosen to forget everyone she ever loved, so why- Why was she being punished for it? She never wanted to, if she could go back to that lifetime and knock some sense into that stupid Ocean Queen she would in a heartbeat, but she couldn't do that. So now she had to be the one to be abandoned? It's not fair, it's not-

But he's looking at her with those sad eyes she never wanted to be the cause of, with cursed golden feathers and scars from death after death and he's scratching at his neck like he can tear it back and reveal gills long forgotten and-

It's not fair, blaming him for her sorrows.

So Lizzie, too tired to keep the flame alive anymore, just takes his hand - pulling it away from where he'd been digging his nails into the side of his neck. "It's okay, Jimmy. You made it. That's all that matters now, right?" Despite herself, she can't help letting some of that anger slip through.

Eventually Jimmy nods, gently squeezing her hand, and she does her best to not fall apart. "I didn't mean to make you a Red," He says after long minutes of silence, that inner turmoil never settling.

Lizzie tilts her head, a small laugh. "How many times are you going to apologize for that?" And she knows, she knows that's not what he meant, but she'll let him believe whatever he needs to. Because she was his sister once upon a time, and he still needed her, and she had time to be angry at the world later. "I already told you it was just a silly mist-"

"I missed you."

She pauses at that, and her heart aches for their lifetime in the sea once more. Lizzie can feel herself tearing up, but she refuses to break down - not in front of him. So instead she smiles, pulling him down into a hug so he couldn't see. She can't find her voice at the moment, and it's hard to navigate, now that her little brother has wings instead of fins, but she hopes the point gets across anyway.

It's not quite forgiveness, not for what she'd been put through. But it was a start. An understanding.

A new presence stumbles in as they pull away, stumbling till he trips to the invisible floor and shouting something about a...fence post? He stops, cuts himself off upon realizing where he was, and looks to the other two players.

"We're really bad at this, aren't we?”

#beebo's journal #seablings #ldshadowlady #sl lizzie #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #sl jimmy #slsmp spoilers #secret life spoilers #traffic smp #trafficblr #mcyt #mcytblr #in case my dumbass rambling at the start wasnt clear-#the idea is Lizzie wants her revenge. she wants to be angry and set the world on fire #but shes tired. shes so fucking tired and she just wants to go home #and the only things she has left of that lifetime is her husband and her brother #so she decides the world can burn another time. and she wont let that flame blind her to what truly caused her pain #or something like that #idk im very tired still lmao #oh also about jimmy's pov in this:#he's spent 4 seasons being the first one out so of course he's gonna celebrate when he finally isnt #but seeing Lizzie's state after she died. knowing he had some part in her dying first #he feels guilty #he's spent so long craving something and when he finally gets it its at the expense of his sister's life #and he realizes this was never a win. that curse is going to follow him to the grave (ha)#and he doesnt want to see the others get dragged down with him #somethin like that #no idea if it came across that way enjoy the rant if you made it down here thumbs up #giving a flower to anyone who read all of this > 🌻 enjoy

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