#this was so low effort lmao i just wanted to gif her

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

"Boring! I mean, why do I even bother? Ugh, when are we finally going to see a real twist for once?"

-Furina in Overture Teaser: The Final Feast

[hier--soir]

under the night | five

pairing: joel miller x f!reader, set in jackson after the end of tlou part I warnings/tags: [18+ only, minors dni] language, plenty of angst, violence, nightmares, Lincoln [lmao], abduction, alcohol consumption. word count: 6.1k part four | series masterlist | main masterlist

Within a fortnight, two more women were missing. The people in Jackson were on high alert. Wary-eyed warnings were whispered around the settlement. People went to work and they went home, day after day. By the time the sun had gone down, doors were locked, and windows latched. Movement on the streets at night was minimal, and wherever people went, they went in groups. Women walked through the town with linked arms and set jaws, eyes darting around rapidly.

As soon as things escalated, the settlement leaders established search patrol groups. All patrolmen would participate in one of two daily searches. Morning and night, a group would go out the gates, hoping to discover a trace of the women. A sign of anything. But Winter persevered, and the cruel snow proved difficult to heed any clues as to where they could have gone – if they’d even left the settlement. It seemed impossible, that anyone would have been able to creep out that tall gate.

A stream of patrolmen wandered in and out of the stables, where you would help to organise horses for the search. You interacted with more people on daily basis than you ever had in Jackson. Often, groups of ten or more would disappear out the gates at a time, and you’d be left with empty stables, mucking stalls and waiting for your horses to return.

The search roster was posted outside the community dining hall every Sunday night, and every time you wandered past it, your eyes would scan the list for his name. Joel and Tommy, Joel and Tommy, Joel and Tommy, Joel and Tommy, every fucking day. And it wasn’t just them. From almost every house, one person had been called upon to participate. If they were competent, able, and willing, they were recruited. 

You didn’t envy Tommy Miller one bit on the day he suggested you join the effort.

It was a few days after Rebecca Lewis went missing, and you were hard at work in the stables, prepping horses for the evening patrol, when you overheard them.

Your ears perked up in recognition of Joel’s muffled voice, hands stilling on Dot’s saddle. The hearing on your left side was still repairing itself, and a faint buzzing enveloped you in moments of quiet. But you’d recognise his voice anywhere, and you strained to make out the words. “Tommy,” he’d said in a low, warning tone. “You better back off. Now.”

“Joel,” the younger man sighed in frustration. The type of sigh someone did after already pleading their case for the entirety of, what you assumed to be, a lengthy conversation. “It makes sense. Just ‘cause you don’t like it, don’t make it untrue.”

“She almost fuckin’ died,” he snapped in response, voice clearer now; closer. “Last time we took her out there, she almost got her head beaten off. Or don’t you fuckin’ remember? Too preoccupied by the idea of having a new soldier in your makeshift army?” 

You ducked down, pulse quickening as you realised the brothers were talking about you. Their footsteps were audible, shuffling around in the gravel as they hung up equipment and ushered the horses into their stalls.

“Watch it,” Tommy ground out. “I was there, don’t you forget. And she held her own, god damnit. She knows how to read the land; how to hunt, how to track. You’re just too fuckin’ scared to risk her.”

“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT I AM,” Joel boomed suddenly, and the hairs on your arms raised at the change in volume. “I’m fuckin’ terrified. She still can’t fuckin’ hear right, and you want her out there again? For what? So that she can die too? Fat chance, because I’d sooner go out on a patrol every day for the rest of my damn life, then let you send her outside those gates again.”

Silence descended upon the stables, the only audible sound that of his harsh breathing.

After a moment, Tommy said something, but it was too quiet to hear. You strained your right ear, leaning precariously against the wall in an attempt to stay hidden.

“Of course I do,” Joel replied, his voice softening, and you hungered desperately to piece together what you’d missed.

“I’m not tryin’ to hurt you, Joel,” Tommy said calmly. “But I’m goin’ to ask her.”

“And she’ll say yes,” Joel laughed mirthlessly. “She will, Tommy. So go, fucking ask her, but I swear to god she’s not goin’ out of those gates without me by her side.”

They shared a few more soft words, and you grit your teeth in frustration, wishing they would speak up for your benefit. But they’d finished packing up, and you waited with a frown as they departed the stables, leaving you alone in Dot’s stall.

It hadn’t been a hard decision to make. When Tommy approached you the next day, you’d said no, clean and simple. Not purely for Joel’s benefit, either. It warmed your heart to know that he listened to you; he knew it wasn’t his place to make the decision for you. But the truth of the matter was that he was right. You were terrified to go outside the gates, and so you’d never turned down an offer so quickly.

So you and Joel operated on separate schedules, but it set you both at ease to know that you would be staying in Jackson. For those few weeks, you saw him sparingly. Between time spent at the stables, and the daily searches, the pair of you passed like ships in the night.

When you did find yourselves alone, Joel would pull you in close and his hands would roam freely across your body, eager to feel you against him.

“I missed you,” he’d whisper forlornly, pressing desperate kisses into your skin.

“It’s only been a couple of days,” you’d smile, and soon enough all words would escape you as his hands slipped beneath your clothes.

“You’re supposed to say you missed me too,” he’d grunt, and you’d laugh, watching him kiss down your stomach, trailing his fingers along the hem of your pants, before you would relent and breathlessly admit you felt the same way. 

One night you’d waited at his place for him while he was on the evening patrol, and he’d returned a nervous wreck. He’d paced the hardwood floors of his bedroom, ringing his hands together in front of him, muttering about how they still hadn’t found anything.

“There’s no fuckin’ sign of them,” he’d told her. “And even if there was, how would we find it through all that fuckin’ snow. We’re searching day in and day out, and it’s fuckin’ hopeless.”

“Joel,” you tried to soothe him, although your own chest ached with anxiety. “I’m sure something will come up.” It was easier for you to lie in the moment, than pile your cynicisms atop his.

“This place is supposed to be fuckin’ safe. And now suddenly women are disappearing out of thin fuckin’ air?” His boots thudded heavily on the ground, leaving scuff marks and dirt on the wood. Scratching his beard in frustration, he turned to look at you with sorrowful eyes. “I told you it was safe here, that you were safe here, and now,” he paused, gritting his teeth. “Now I don’t even know if that’s true.”

“We don’t even know what happened to them,” you offered. “Maybe they decided to leave.”

But he wouldn’t hear reason, and fell heavily onto the edge of the bed. Joel looked up at you and shook his head slowly. “I need you to be careful. You and Ellie, I can’t… if something happened to one of you,” he cut himself off, hands shaking in his lap. His fingers traced his palms, squeezing every now and then, keeping himself focused,  present.

“Hey,” you whispered, stepping forward and placing a hand over his. His movements stilled instantly, and his wide brown eyes gazed into yours. It felt like everything in the world stopped when those eyes were on you. “I’m always careful. No one’s gonna get the drop on me, I’m a big girl.”

“Darlin’,” he breathed. “I know you’re strong, stronger than half the people in this town. And I know you’re safe with Cal. But if he’s not around, you gotta stay here, with Ellie. Don’t be alone. I need to know you’re somewhere safe when I’m out there. And I-“

“Okay, Joel,” you acquiesced, nodding. You cupped his check in your palm, thumb stroking through his coarse facial hair. “I hear you, I will.”

After what seemed like weeks of self-imposed curfews and endless patrols with no new information turning up, things began to naturally return to normalcy in Jackson. Although the searches persisted, with no new disappearances the sense of fear had begun to settle.

So much so, that when a few of the women at the stables invited you for a drink after work one afternoon, you said yes.

The Tipsy Bison was humid and the walls reeked of history. Picture frames littered the walls, showing faces of people and families who’d lived in Jackson over the years. A framed image of Seth, the bartender, with two of his sons was hung by the bar, displaying the three men with broad grins on their faces. A fire roared in the corner, and small tables were scattered throughout the hall, chairs sprawled around them housing groups of friends chatting and drinking. It was a picture of regularity, and if you squinted, it almost looked as easy as it had beforehand; before the disappearances. But looking closer, a tension lived in people’s eyes; a distinct uncertainty that reared its ugly head when someone unfamiliar approached their table. 

You couldn’t help but feel out of place with the two women. Cath and Louise were kind, and welcoming. They openly shared stories about their lives, and their families. Smiles and laughter seemed to come easy to the pair. With soft, feminine features and long hair, you were sure you stood out like a sore thumb between the pair. All sharp angles, rough edges, and scars, you tried to shake away feelings of inferiority. Alcohol helped. It brought a warm buzz to your body, and lowered your hackles somewhat. When they asked questions about you, you found yourself sharing with more and more ease. You divulged tales about the small settlement in Washington where you and Cal lived as teenagers; about his older brothers who had felt like your own.

You steered clear of sharing that the settlement ended up being raided. That the people of Spokane were slaughtered, their houses looted and burnt to the ground, and that the pair of you barely escaped with your lives, dragged out of the gates and into the wilderness by Cal’s brother Paul. For a year it had been the three of you, working as a tight knit unit to survive. You and Cal were still young, and naïve to the harsh realities of life outside settlement gates. When Paul was bitten, that all changed. You were forced to harden, to face the reality you were forced into, and survive. The decade after you lost Paul had stretched on aimlessly; two nomads wandering the states, with no goal in sight except for survival – until you stumbled across Jackson.

After an hour, a tipsy buzz had taken over your senses, and you found yourself slouched in your chair, laughing naturally with the women as they joked and gossiped about their partners, and other people in town. And only when Joel Miller walked into the room,  did your attention stray.

A delightfully tipsy buzz held you captive by the time you noticed Joel enter the room. The conversation turned to white noise in your ears as you watched him approach the bar. Those old jeans fit him so well, and he wore that brown jacket that showed off how broad his shoulders were. Your mouth was dry suddenly, and you excused yourself from the table, before heading towards him.

You sauntered up on his left and rested your elbows on the bar. “Hey cowboy.”

Joel’s head ticked to the side and a smile formed on his lips. “Howdy.”

He reached out to run his index finger along your forearm, so light you almost didn’t feel it. The small show of affection made you smile, and you shivered.

“How’re Cath and Louise?” he nodded over your shoulder towards the table you’d been sat at.

“They’re good,” you hummed, licking your bottom lip. “Chatty.”

“Chatty is good,” he agreed unconvincingly, and you exhaled a quiet laugh. As his eyes scanned over your face, taking in your demeanour and the way you leaned heavily against the bar top, his grin widened a touch. “You’re drunk.”

You scoffed, eyes widening in defence. “Says who?”

“Says me, drunky,” he bumped his hip against yours softly, and the giggle that fell out of your mouth would’ve embarrassed you in any other moment.

As the barman approached, Joel’s hand fell back and you cleared your throat, attempting to act natural.  

“Joel,” Seth nodded. “What’ll it be?”

“Glass of red.”

As Seth served you your wine, you gave Joel a teasing smile. “Are we sharing?”

He chuckled, “All yours, darlin’. I’m just here to pick up Tommy before we head out.” A pout formed on your lips without your permission.

“Tonight will be fine,” he smirked at you. “Good crew, too. Bet there’ll be more shit talkin’ than actual patrollin’.”

“Wow, very professional,” you nodded into your glass. When Seth had disappeared down the other end of the bar, you slid your hand over Joel’s and ran your fingers over his wrist, trailing towards his forearm. The alcohol had brought a warmth to your stomach that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and all you longed for was to feel his skin underneath yours. To lead him out of the bar and get him into bed.

“Handsy,” he murmured lowly, stepping closer to you, so the warmth of his side pressed into yours.

“Joel Miller,” you drawled, leaning in to place your lips against his ear. “I want you to blow off patrol and come home with me.”

A strangled noise left his mouth, and one of his hands gripped your waist suddenly, thumb pushing into the flesh above your hipbone. Your hand continued its movements, trailing over his watch in the direction of his bicep.

But before your hand could get far, a jarring pain appeared in your finger. Hissing, you pulled back instinctively, holding your hand up to get a better look.

“What’s wrong?” he soothed quietly, eyebrows drawn tight in concern. His hand hovered over your wrist anxiously, but he didn’t actually touch you, wary of causing more pain.

“I cut my finger,” you frowned, glancing down at his wrist. The wrinkle between your brows only deepened as you took in the sight of his watch, the one he wore every day, and found that the glass was splintered and cracked. A small shard had gotten caught in your fingertip, and you plucked it out gently. “Your watch is broken.”

Joel’s face went blank, and you both stared at it for a moment.

“What happened?” you were alert suddenly, the fog in your head clearing as you wondered if something had happened on his patrol the day before.

“Nothin’ happened,” he murmured, shaking his head ever so slightly. “Been broken for a while now.”

“For how long? I never even noticed,” you muttered. “How did I never notice that?”

“It’s alright,” he shrugged, not quite meeting your eye.

“You wear a broken watch?” you asked carefully, after a moment’s hesitation.

“Sentimental value,” is all he said, taking the glass from your hand and stealing a small sip.

Your lips parted to push the matter further, but Tommy’s sudden appearance interrupted the conversation.

He patted Joel firmly on the back and offered you a tight smile. “Alright, old man, let’s get a move on.”

Joel’s eyes flashed apologetically as he handed the wine glass back to you. Leaning into the side of your head, his lips brushed the sensitive skin of your earlobe as he whispered, “Wait for me tonight, okay? I wanna come home and find you in my bed. Promise not to be too late.”

Heat flashed through your stomach, and you wet your lips eagerly, wishing you had the guts to kiss him there, in front of all those people. But he pushed away from the bar and gave you a meaningful stare, saying, “Walk home with Cath and Louise.” So you just replied with a quick nod before watching the brothers walk out the door.

Turning back, you let your eyes wander across the bar, attempting to read the labels on the bottles displayed. Before the outbreak you’d been too young to drink, only ever having tried wine once or twice. The fact that they’d managed to create their own liquor in the settlement never ceased to amaze you, and you were pleased to indulge every once in a while.

As much as you tried not to dwell, you were picturing Joel’s watch in your head.  Surely it hadn’t been broken this entire time? Wracking your brain, you tried to picture it without the large cracks running across the clockface, but you just couldn’t.

A voice came from behind you. “Your man off on patrol again tonight?”

You turned, eyebrows raised, to find Lincoln. “What was that?” 

“Joel,” he nodded his head toward the door. “He’s being going on all those patrols, the searches, right?”

When you didn’t say anything, he chuckled awkwardly and gave a faux shiver, his shoulders raising to his ears. “I could never,” he smiled. “Never was the big, brawny type like those Miller boys. Too scared.”

You gave a slow nod, sizing him up where he stood, small frame shrouded in a large winter jacket. “What can I do for you Lincoln?”

He sipped amber liquid out of a crystal glass and gave a meek shrug. “Thought you might be lonely up here. I so often see you wandering around by yourself.”

Your eyebrow arched once again, the pleasant tipsiness wearing off in his absence. “I’m fine, thanks though, Lincoln.”

“Linc,” he corrected. “Please.”

“I’m fine, Linc.” You couldn’t help the scowl that had fallen upon your face, the good mood Joel brought to your evening long forgotten since he had left.

“Of course,” he backed off, hands raised in the air. “My apologies, I shouldn’t assume things of a woman I don’t know.”

“Right,” you frowned, pushing away from the bar top. “I think I’m gonna go.”

Downing the last of your wine, you left the hall without saying goodbye to Cath and Louise.

From where you stood on the street, you could see the stables down the road, lanterns lighting up the barn for the patrolmen. You thought about going to find Joel; he’d probably still be saddling up, and you could say goodbye to him properly before they headed out. But you thought better of it, and decided going to sleep in his bed was good enough.

Ellie was still awake when you got there, lounging on the couch in a grey hoodie and loose shorts. You noticed a blanket and pillow folded up on the end of it, and wondered briefly what they were for.

“What do you think of tattoos?” was the first thing out of her mouth.

“Tattoos?” you stopped short, your wine soaked brain whirring trying to catch up to her train of thought. “I think they’re fine, why are you asking me about tattoos?”

“I’m thinking of getting one,” she said, not quite meeting your eye-line.

“Ohhhh,” you dragged out the vowel, trying to think of what a responsible adult would say. “Cool, how would you do that?”

“Cat does them,” Ellie said, her eyes lighting up when she realised you weren’t shutting down the idea. Her lips quirked up into a cheeky grin. “Uses a single needle, makes these insane pictures. She’s got loads of ‘em.”

“Cat, huh?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up on what she was subconsciously putting down.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you shrugged, eyes wide. “You guys are hanging out a lot these days.”

“We’re friends,” she said quickly – almost too quickly, tugging nervously on the drawstrings of her jumper. You backed off.

“Good,” you said, launching yourself onto the couch beside her, happy to get the weight off your feet. “Friends are good.”

“Like you would know,” she teased, digging an elbow into your side. You cringed, glaring at her.

“Fuck you, kid, I have plenty of friends.”

She raised her eyebrows, as if to say, oh yeah?

“You and I are friends,” you huffed quietly. Plucking curiously at the blanket beside you, you changing the subject, asking, “What’s this for?”

“I’ve been sleeping in here,” Ellie told you. “Joel’s been nervous about me being alone in the bungalow at night. If I sleep here he can see me when he gets home, and before he leaves in the morning.”

“That’s good of you,” you murmured earnestly. “Giving him some peace of mind.”

“Can’t have the old man dying of a fucking heart attack,” she joked. “With the way he worries, I wouldn’t be surprised if he dropped any day now.”

As you laid in Joel’s bed alone, the only sound in the house was of rain quietly pattering against the roof. Draped in one of his softest shirts, you curled the blankets around your body, enveloping yourself in his scent, and fell asleep wishing he was beside you.

---

“Your friend can’t help you,” he sneered. “It’s just you and me right now. You’re all mine.”

You squirmed beneath him, hips rearing upward to buck him off. But his knees were planted in the dirt beside you, an arm pinning your hands above your head, hand clamped over your mouth. Harsh, panicked exhales left your nose, and your eyes darted around, trying to see Cal. But it was dark, and his face was all you could make out.

Tears leaked out of your eyes, and he cooed down at you. “Don’t be afraid, this will only take a second.” You could hear someone saying your name, but he consumed your senses, muffling the sound. “Don’t listen to them, stay here with me. I’m gonna keep you here, forever.”

Your eyes snapped open as hands gripped the collar of your shirt, yanking you upward. Instinctively you grabbed the hands and hauled him off you, twisting so he was underneath you, pinned to the bed.

“I’ll fucking kill you,” the words slurred out of your mouth, tongue still heavy with sleep. You were seeing red, and you reached down to wrap your hands around his throat, but an urgent voice made you freeze.

“Fuck, fuck, it’s me, it’s me!” Ellie was shouting, face red as she stared up at you in panic.  

“Ellie,” your voice cracked. Clarity came rushing back to you, and you understood what had happened. Your hands hovered a centimetre above her neck, and her hands still gripped your shirt. Pushing yourself off her, you scrambled to the foot of the bed. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Ellie. I didn’t know it was you, I swear, I-”

“It’s okay,” she panted, sitting up. She said your name so softly, so quietly, like you were a wounded animal she’d found in the forest, and if she made any sudden movements you’d get spooked and make a run for it. “I thought you were suffocating in your sleep or something, so I came in to check on you, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Shaking your head slowly, you wiped your face hastily. “You don’t have to apologise to me,” you laughed bitterly. “I almost fucking strangled you.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Nightmares again?”

“What do you mean again?” you asked in confusion, still trying to level out your breathing.

“Don’t be mad,” she played with the fraying edge of Joel’s bedsheet. “Joel told me once that you get them pretty bad.” A fresh layer of tears dotted your waterline, and Ellie’s frown deepened. “Maybe he shouldn’t have told me, he was just worried about you, that’s all.”

“I’m not mad, Ellie,” you assured. Hesitantly, you shuffled toward the headboard to rest beside her, and your hand hovered over hers on the sheet. You gave her a chance to pull away in case she was apprehensive you after what you’d almost done. But Ellie didn’t move away. Instead, she reached up and grabbed your hand, interlocking her bony fingers with yours. “I almost…” your voice cracked when you spoke, throat thick with emotion.

“Hey,” Ellie interrupted your train of thought, feigning nonchalance. “Not a scratch on me. I know you would never hurt me.” But her smile didn’t meet her eyes, and you could see a nervousness there; a hint of caution. Because you’d just shown that you even if you didn’t mean to, you could hurt her. Neither of you spoke for a while. You dragged your thumb in small soothing circles over the top of her hand. 

“You don’t have to tell me about it,” she said. The whites of her eyes shone in the dark room as she looked up at you. “But I understand how you feel, I swear. I get them too.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” you said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Ellie nodded slowly, and squeezed your hand a fraction tighter. “I can see it in your eyes sometimes.”

“See what?”

“The grief,” you murmured, wiping your cheek. “The fear, the anger. I recognise it because, most days, I feel all those emotions too.”

“I’m tough,” Ellie tried to smile, but it cracked when you frowned at her. “That shit’s in the past.”

“You shouldn’t have to be tough,” your lip twisted angrily. “You shouldn’t know what real pain feels like; not at your age. It’s not fair.”

“Nothing’s fucking fair,” she scoffed, looking away. “It’s just how it is, and we deal. Right?”

“It gets better,” you told her unconvincingly, and attempted a tight-lipped smile. You almost laughed at the irony of your statement as you sat with tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

She rolled her eyes and gave a sad chuckle. “Oh yeah? Could’ve fooled me.”

When you didn’t speak again, Ellie shifted forward to rest her head on your shoulder, and slowly draped an arm over your middle.

“You should sleep,” she said. “I’ll wake you up if you start having another nightmare.”

You sniffled quietly, eyes welling up at the promise laden in her words. “Thanks, kid.”

And sleep you did. The darkness took you back into its arms with soft, loving caresses, and it was dreamless. You slept deeply for what felt like hours, until a soft sound in the bedroom made your eyes crack open.

You rose with a start, acutely aware of a tall figure in the doorway.

“Ellie?” you mumbled warily.

“Go back to sleep,” you heard her voice. Blearily, you saw her peak out from behind the figure and give you a sleepy smile before disappearing into the hall.

“It’s okay,” Joel’s voice whispered. The door clicked shut, and he was peeling his clothes off. He slid into the bed beside you in just his underwear, arms wrapping around your body and holding you to his warm chest.

“Joel,” you sighed in relief, sinking into his embrace. “You’re back.”

“I’m back, baby,” his fingers trailed through your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. “I’m back to keep the nightmares away. You can sleep, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

As Joel’s lips ghosted soft kisses across your shoulder, you fell into sleep’s embrace once more. 

--

You woke up alone in Joel’s bed, your hand grazing over the sheet where he’d been laying. It was still warm, signifying he’d only been gone for a short time. Faintly, you could hear him and Ellie chatting downstairs, the smell of eggs floating up the stairs. When you wandered down, still rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you found him sitting alone, nursing a cup of coffee. He gazed absently at the table, tracing a pattern into the wood, and didn’t notice you come in.

For a moment, you stood in the doorway and just stared at him. His greying curls were messy atop his head, strands still pressed down to his scalp from being shoved into his pillow for hours. You wanted to run your hands through them, trace the strands that grew down his neck. It had grown so much in the past month, and you realised you loved how unruly it got.

“Hey,” you said softly, lowering into the chair opposite him. “I thought you’d be off on patrol this morning,”

“No patrol today,” he said lowly, eyes raising from the table to take you in. Something was off, you realised. You couldn’t pinpoint the expression on his face, but he seemed quiet. Sad, maybe.

“No patrol?”

“They’re relaxing the search,” he explained.

“What?” you said sharply. “They haven’t found anything though.”

“And they aren’t going to,” Joel sighed. “It’s been a month. No one else has gone missing, the snow keeps fallin’, and the people are exhausted. It doesn’t make sense to keep going right now. We’d only be wasting resources.”

“Shit,” you ran a hand through your hair, eyes wide.

When he didn’t speak for a few moments, you felt your stomach twist with a type of nervous anticipation. His finger traced the same crack in the wooden table over and over again.

“Is everything,” you hesitated, cringing as his hand stopped its movement abruptly at the sound of your voice. “Is everything okay?”

Joel’s hand flattened on the table, eyes meeting yours again. Seeing his grim expression, the way his mouth was downturned, had memories of the night before slamming into you in a wave. You balked, mouth turning chalky as you summoned the courage to speak again.

“Ellie told you what happened,” is all you could muster.

Joel gripped his mug tightly, and that was all the response you needed to know you were correct. Your tongue darted out to anxiously wet your lips, but your mouth was like sandpaper. He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it just as quick, shaking his head slowly.

“Please say something,” you whispered. You expected anger, but your heart began to pound as you realised that wasn’t what you would get. He looked resigned -  he looked devastated.

He sighed your name quietly, and you felt a crack form in your chest at his despondent tone.

“She’s my responsibility,” he finally said. “She needs to be safe.”

“She is safe,” you whispered, tears wetting your water line.

“She said you had your hands around her neck,” his voice broke on the last word, and he coughed quickly in an attempt to hide it. “Said it was another nightmare.”

It felt like the walls were closing in on you. Everything was too close, too tight. The air felt so thick suddenly, and you were sure you were suffocating. Sweat beaded on your palms and you rubbed them absently into your pants, your chest aching. No, no, no, no, no.

“Joel,” you pleaded. “It was a mistake. I didn’t even know where I was. I thought she was… Joel, I would never hurt Ellie.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“Is she scared of me?” you murmured, holding your breath as you waited for his response.

“That kid thinks the world of you,” he chuckled wetly, and your heart fell as you noticed tears in his eyes. “She’s not scared, she’s worried about you. I’m worried about you.” 

“I’ll get it under control,” you said hastily, desperate to show that you understood, that you knew you’d made a mistake. “I know it can’t go on like this, I would… god if I ever hurt Ellie, or, fuck, or you? I’d never forgive myself, Joel, I promise, nothing like that will ever happen again. I’m so sorry.”

As the last words fumbled from your lips, you realised you were crying. Your cheeks were hot and wet, your chin dripping salty tears onto your shirt. Joel’s hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks and wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “I’ll do whatever I can to keep you both safe, I’ll tie myself to the damn bed at night, I-I’ll try meditation to stop the nightmares, anything.”

“Shh,” he whispered brokenly. “Stop.” Haggard gasps were ripping out of you, and you felt lightheaded.

“Please don’t cry baby, I can’t stand to see you cryin’.”

“Please don’t think I’m a monster,” a sob tore out of your chest. Please don’t hate me. Joel tugged you forward and wrapped his arms around your back, tucking your face into his neck. Please don’t leave.

He shook his head, mumbling your name over and over into your hair as he held you against him. “You’re good,” he assured, his lips peppering delicate kisses against your hairline. “You’re so good it hurts. We can figure this out, okay? But for now, I think it’s a good idea if you stay at your place when I’m not here.”

“Joel, please,” you tried, but he interrupted with a shake of his head.

“Just until we can find a way to get it under control,” he assured. “It’s not forever.”

“It won’t happen again,” is all you said, with a tone of finality.

“It won’t happen again,” he echoed.  

Your day at the stables went by in a daze. Plagued with images of your dream, of seeing your hands hovering over Ellie’s throat. Her pale blue eyes, shining with terror as they looked up at you, desperately yelling your name. The guilt was consuming, and ugly thoughts scratched at the back of your head, burrowing its way into your brain, screaming, you’re a danger to the people you love. You almost killed her. Joel doesn’t want you anymore.

For hours, you shoved yourself into your work, shovelling and saddling and feeding until your freezing hands were aching, and finally you trudged down the street towards your home.

It was dark out already. Only 6 o’clock in the evening, the sun had long since set, and you made your way home by muscle memory alone.

And when you made it to the porch, you found that the lights were on in the house.

Cal, you thought desperately. Thank god.

“Honey I’m home,” you called softly, voice raspy from not speaking all day. It was quiet, but you could hear him tinkering around in the kitchen. You hung your coat up by the door and brushed the snow off your hair, before wandered towards the sound.

“Shame I can’t smell any food,” you muttered teasingly, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm them. You entered the room with a small smirk on your face, jeering, “What good is having a house husband if dinner isn’t on the table when I get home?”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

You heart thudded painfully into your stomach. It was true what they say; that in moments of true terror, time stands still. The room was silent as you paused in the doorway. You could've heard a pin drop.

Standing in your kitchen, leaning comfortably against the sink, was not Cal.

“Lincoln,” you breathed. “What are you doing here? Where’s Cal?”

“Who’s Cal?” he tilted his head to the side, taunting you. His thin lips twisted into a sort of mean smile.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, like the sound of rushing water. You palms clammed up and your brain told you to run, to get the fuck out of the house, but it was like you had tunnel vison; you couldn’t take your eyes off him, and that leering grin.

“You should get out,” you steeled herself, broadening your shoulders. You were taller than him, and stronger, you’d wager. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing walking into my house like this, but Cal will be home soon, so you should go.”

“Oh, he’ll be home soon?” Lincoln stepped toward you and you stepped back instinctively, shoulder knocking sharply against the doorframe. He smirked. “I don’t think he will be, actually.”

Your face was hot, and you could feel fury begin to bubble in your chest. “Did you hurt him?”

“There, there,” he sneered, taking another step forward. “Don’t go getting hysterical on me now, I thought you were-“

You moved in a split second, not letting him finish his sentence before you’d spun on your heel to dash toward the front door. But a hand was gripping your bicep, and a heavy blow had landed on the back of your head.

A loud ringing filled your ears as you hit the floor, black spots forming in your vision as you stared up at him. He had the handle of a frying pan gripped tightly in his palm.  

Lincoln was speaking, but you couldn’t make out the words. Everything was spinning, and the last thing you saw was him crouching above you, before there was only darkness.

part six

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then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” i said, “art sure no craven,"

chapter iii

Davos Blackwood x Bracken OC Davos is the eldest son of Lord Samwell of House Blackwood and the scourge of all the knights and squires of House Bracken. Though he thinks himself a knight and concerned with duty and honor, he spends most of his free time with his own squires, tormenting all the Brackens that they happen upon. Celeste Feathers is the bastard daughter born of Amos Bracken and a Summer Isle whore. At the chance of a higher dowry for her daughter, the baby was sent to live with her father in the wet and windy Riverlands until a husband was chosen for her. Though the two had a chance encounter as children, they have only heard stories about each other in the meantime until one fateful day near the boundary line in the forest. wc: 5.3k/16.8k chapter: 3/?

tw: i dont proofread lmao

On the following night, Celeste approached the riverbank: Davos standing near a small boat, ready to be simply pushed into the river for the night's adventure. He offered her a set of oars when he saw her, encouraging her to share in their misgivings. She was used to rowing, but she had not thought that his interests were beyond bedding her. She smiled through the rowing, happy to feel the river water hitting her face and her gown.

"I came without my cloak," Celeste said eventually, surprised the boy had not made note of it himself. "To better conceal myself, but if we are far from the shore..." she said with a lack of surety. "I'm sure it matters not now."

“Aye,’ the young man responded. “The mist deepens as the river proceeds, but I appreciate the efforts.”

Celeste's brows furrowed, but she said nothing else. As the boy had said, mist began to rise above them and after a few minutes, it was so thick that they could not see very far beyond their oars. She continued to paddle once she saw that Davos seemed intent on his path.

"Is there somewhere you're taking us?"

Davos continued to paddle, his eyes scanning the mist that had enveloped them. He could barely see beyond the oars, and the air was thick and heavy.

Despite the lack of visibility, he had a destination in mind, a secluded spot he often visited when he wanted to be alone.

"Just a little further," he said, his voice low and steady. "We're almost there."

"A tavern, no doubt," the lady chuckled, continuing to row. She felt the weight of her damp hair on her back, the oars growing heavy in her hand, but she wouldn't complain.

He scanned the girl's face, looking to see if she was joking or suspected that he would, in fact, bring her to a tavern. He was not against the idea, and if she were less discernible, perhaps he would have covered her nicely and brought her a pint. Wishful thinking, he assumed, and continued to row.

"No beer for the hour,' he confirmed. "Besides. A pretty girl like you at the tap? I'd be fighting them off and spilling my drink. You'd oughta catch an elbow in the fray."

"I'd hold my own," Celeste campaigned with a smirk. "And I'd put a coin down for your spilled drink, if it please you."

Davos chuckled at her response, his eyes darting over her face. He could see the mischievous glint in her eye, and it only made his smile widen.

"Is that right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "A worthy cause, no less... I would pay the pretty penny to see your skirt fly up when they knock you down, my fair lady. It is not what you think it is."

Celeste gave a wry laugh and nodded. "Most things are not," she said. She looked up at the full moon and back down at the boat, a small but fortified thing. She yawned in fatigue. Though she was excited to see Davos, she knew the night would be as long as it felt short, and they would, again, have to row down the current-filled river and trudge back to their domains to start the new day, and all sleep would be lost.

She began to row a bit slower, the moonlight gracing her face brilliantly. "What are your thoughts about our time together yesterday? Are you regretful?"

Davos began to row slower as Celeste offered less help. He had not expected the river to be so choppy, and he knew that it was a difficult passage for even a strong man, let alone a woman not used to the river.

He was slightly taken aback by her question; he was rarely moved to think critically of his actions or his motivations, but he had felt a stirring in his chest.

"I am not regretful, Celeste. I wish you were not who you were. That is the complication of the matter."

As they slowed, Celeste looked listlessly out onto the water, cringing slightly when she heard his response.

"The fighting serves no purpose. I have no true allegiance to the house-," he cut her off.

"Oh, but you do," he said, scathing irritation marking his words. "A better claim than most of the rest of the Bracken dogs. The lord's daughter, no less," Davos rolled his eyes. "I cannot decide whether no allegiance or fealty to the shorn and shaven hound is worse. You are a member of their house. A lady. If I was half the Blackwood I ought to be, I'd push you over the boat and rid Westeros of one more scourge."

"If you so desire," Celeste said, knowing he would not hurt her. He was full of emotions, some violent, some intimate but all passionate. Just a young man, she thought, so dissimilar to the knights of the stories she had read as a girl.

Davos paused and chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a cheeky wench, you know that?"

He reached out quickly, making the girl jump in her spot, a loud noise echoing out from the oars knocking against the boat. Davos took the oars from her, chuckling loudly at the fear he had caused before he winked at her and returned to his place, beginning to push the boat in a single, steady direction.

"There's no use in wasting a perfectly good cunt. Especially not one as tight as yours," he said as he rowed forward, having to come closer to the girl to over compensate as the only rower. Celeste looked down at him distastefully, unsure if she was meant to be offended or flattered.

She looked down at her hand, a throbbing sensation building, and saw blood rising from her finger in the moonlight.

"You broke the skin," Celeste began, glib.

Davos cut his eyes over at the girl, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'll take care of it," he said as the boat hit a sandy bank. He threw his legs over the side quickly, helping the girl out before dragging it upon shore, the water lapping at his feet. Celeste could see that they had reached a keep on an isolated island, but beyond the walls, she could see the crown of a heart tree in the center. Her house worshiped the new gods, but she knew the island must be sacred to the Blackwoods. She turned quickly to advise against her presence, to ask to go somewhere else, even back to the boat, but Davos was right behind her when she turned. He took her hands into his.

She watched with wide eyes as he took her bleeding finger into his mouth, applying pressure on the scrape to stop the bleeding and sooth the ache. They stood together, the river lapping on the shore, for a moment before he took her finger from his mouth.

Davos moved forward and kissed her cheek, then the skin right before her ear. "I only meant to scare you. I'm sorry for the blood."

Celeste watched him as he took a few steps back, and she nodded, accepting that it was only an accident.

Davos nodded towards the keep, encouraging her to follow him. He pushed the doors open and before the godswood, there were beautifully carved benches and candle holders. He led her towards a place to sit, and there they sat, their shoulders touching slightly as they looked onto the massive tree in the center of the garden, the moon dancing over it.

"It is beautiful here," Celeste remarked.

Davos watched the girl from the corner of his eye, observing the wonder in her gaze as she looked at the ancient heart tree in the garden.

"They say this place is sacred to my family," he explained, his voice low. "This island has been here for centuries, long before the castle, long before my family. My ancestors built the keep here in honor of the tree. The heart tree, they call it."

He shifted his body towards her slightly, his shoulder now fully attached to her own. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, mingling with his own in the cold, damp air. He watched her expression cautiously, afraid that she might say something that would cause him offense.

"It is not my belief, as I'm sure you know," Celeste began, immediately shrinking when she heard Davos scoff.

"The seven devils you hold fealty to, but not your house?" Davos said, rolling his eyes defensively. "Something that actually exists?"

Celeste frowned and turned her head away from the boy, looking back at the heart tree, majestic and flowing slowly in the wind. "You will live longer if your blood only cools," she said with a sad smirk.

Poor boy, she thought. How she only wanted to kiss his cheeks and make him better, but she was a fool if she thought all their problems would be assuaged just because he had taken her virginity and buried his locks in the nape of her neck. The were still rivals, but possibly worse off now. They had both exposed their neck.

"The godswood," she called it confidently. "Is beautiful. It feels like a powerful place to me. I know it is important to you and your people."

Davos breathed in her words before sighing, his shoulders slumping slightly. He felt the anger leave his body as he stared at her face in the glow of the tree and let his head rest lightly on the wall of the keep. He knew she meant no disrespect, but her words had caused a small wave of irritation to bubble in his stomach.

"It is important," he said quietly. "Without the prayers to the old gods, our house would fall into ruin. Or so they say. I do think my sword would remedy the problem."

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his own, their fingers lacing together.

"Do you like to be with me, Celeste, or are you just lonely?"

Davos let the two sit in silence for only a beat. He continued: "I know the trees aren't much for amusement. Are you fine here with me," he said, sitting up and pressing his elbows onto his knees, turning so he could see the girl's face completely, his own shrouded in darkness.

"Yes," the girl choked out, taken aback by the boy's sudden forward nature. She was frozen in his gaze. She searched his eyes quickly before continuing: "I cannot fathom what would bring you to me thrice over. I'm--," she paused. "We have very little to offer each other. You may grant me secession from my solitude, but I have nothing that is of use to you."

Davos reached out and touched her cheek. "Do not lie," he chided softly, his fingers resting on her soft skin. "You are a good distraction," he began, a soft chuckle following. "A pretty face is no less useful than a horse or a blade or a keep."

He breathed out, running his thumb over her lips gently as his eyes darted over her face.

"Tell me how we're the same," he said, his voice low. "Name one thing."

Her ears perked up at the word 'distraction', but she could not ask a question before he continued, his thumb over her lips.

"The same," she mused, unable to pull her eyes away from the boy. Her heartbeat was aflutter. "I'm afraid we may both have dreams that are beyond our means."

His thumb continued to move softly over her lips. He watched the slight smirk that sat on the pink flesh of her mouth and felt the soft skin brush against him with each word she spoke. He breathed out slowly, feeling his heart pound slightly harder in his chest. He felt his face burn with a heat that he was not used to, and he quickly moved his hand away from her.

"What do you mean?" he said in a low voice

He swallowed, unsure of where to rest his hands then.

She felt alone quickly but not afraid. She attempted to avoid offending the boy, but she would debase herself as well, so what could be the problem. Celeste looked up at the moon. "You want to be a great knight, a dutiful lord, but you spend your days with your squires only multiplying your revelry. When your father passes, you will be young, and then who will guide you? Your equally hot-blooded knights? Into war?"

Celeste sighed and looked at him, a frown on her face revealing understanding rather than disappointment. "I oft think of what my life outside of this place would have been like, were I not looked down upon because of my sex, the color of my skin. I hoped, as a child, that my position would be elevated one day, but it seems I will always creep around the castle, in the shadows, like a mouse, until my father dies, and then I'm sure they will rid themselves of me. I am the lord's daughter, but I am no lady... it's as if the shoes you were given were much too big, and the ones bestowed upon me, much too small."

As the girl spoke, Davos felt his heart sink into his stomach. The words she spoke echoed the same thoughts that plagued him in the night. In the hours he would spend with his men, drinking away the fears and doubts that crept into his mind in the darkness.

Her soft, melancholic words cut through him like a knife. They were true, all of them. He cleared his throat, feeling it growing constricted from the emotions building inside.

"It's the same for all of us," he said quietly, his fingers tracing patterns on his palm nervously. "I hope to die in battle before I have to deny a starving mother the bread she needs to feed her child. There is no true glory this far from King's Landing. The squabbles are fair game, but to be lord of the river?" He scoffed, amused by something he had never dared to say out loud. "And now they speak of war," he shook his head.

"You are a morbid little raven. Brilliant and damned and wasted on Bracken soil..." Davos looked at the young woman for a second before straightening his back and leaning on the wall again beside her. They listened to the wind hitting the keep, though it was quiet around them.

"I'd raise you up. No one would make you feel less than worthy if you were my claim," he said, a righteous anger in the back of his throat. "You deserve much more. There would be a sword for all that spoke against you."

Celeste, again, was intrigued by his speaking. War? She had not heard of it herself, she'd only felt a shifting of the seasons. She thought to ask about this, as well, but he'd spoken again before she'd gotten the space to break the silence herself.

Suddenly, in his gruff tone, he said things so sweet that she felt her heart beating quickly in that still night. She looked over at the boy, still so shocked that only nights ago he had granted her few delicacies. It was true, of course, that Celeste had never known a man or even suffered the affection, the childhood pestering of a boy-aged crush. She had played with her brothers and some of the children of the servants, even lanced with a few in secret, but not much else. The attention, no matter how it vacillated, that she drew from Davos was like nectar to the flying insects. So sweet, so enticing, but painful to look upon. A pervasive buzzing in her ear.

To a degree, Celeste felt silly, as a girl, as a common-folk wench that believed a lord might be genuine, but she felt as though Davos had been honest with her. He must have, and even if he wasn't, what other option did she have to feel held? Feel the blood rush to her cheeks? They had already come so far, she thought, why let the fear succeed now?

"A dignified concubine of Lord Blackwood, aye?" Celeste giggled and shook her head. "I always thought of myself as a wife."

Davos felt the laugh that jumped from her throat like a spear through his heart. He watched the young woman giggle softly, the laugh only growing slightly as her cheeks turned a bright red.

"A wife?" he echoed quietly, unable to keep the smile from spreading on his face. "You?"

Davos let out a chuckle, the sound low and hushed to not travel too far in the night. His knee brushed against hers slightly in a gentle push.

"You would have to stop your late night adventures, the running amuck. The woods are no place for child rearing."

Celeste rolled her eyes and turned to the boy playfully. "They are perfect for child-making, you seem to think," she whispered, a sly smirk tugging on her lips.

Davos' eyes widened as she smirked at him, feeling a hot heat spread across his face and travel down his body in an instant. He smiled as well, foolishly, and gathered the girl up in his arms quickly, their faces just an inch apart.

"You are an insolent brat, but," he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and brandished a smile. "My favorite of them all."

Still holding her, her head reclining back on the keep, he thought for a second. "Your children will be courageous. Little warriors. They'll be like their mother."

Celeste smiled leisurely. "Say I stop the running amuck, and I return to my gowns. Next, you'll say I must bite my tongue or refuse to practice the sword with my nephews. Then what will you like of me, Lord Davos? I'll be just like all other maidens."

His face softened slightly as she mentioned giving up her free spirit. He knew that the world she wanted to live in was one where she could fight as well as any boy and laugh as much as any man. He also knew it was a fantasy, not meant to be.

Davos ran his fingers through her hair, pushing the locks behind her ear and studying her young face.

"Be as no other maiden," he said softly, assuring her. "I would like your tongue as much as I like it now. It would please me to see sons taught chivalry by the same woman they ought to honor. It would also please me very well to see you in a gown..." He paused and smiled. "It would please me the most to be the one to strip it from you... I would take nothing from you, Celeste."

Celeste blushed. "You weave a beautiful web, Davos. I did not think it was capable. Perhaps the weirwood trees do influence your people, or," she checked over their shoulders. "It's the late hour."

Celeste sighed, tightening her grip on Davos's arms. "You would have me as a wife? If our family's feud had not so long been waged and contested? You would honor me?"

As she tightened her grip on his arms, he held onto her tighter, his fingers tracing soft patterns over her skin.  He breathed in the words she spoke and allowed himself to imagine what they would look like in another life.

"I fear I am actually in my bed, pushed down by fever, and this is some dream cast upon me from Harrenhal," he sighed. "Perhaps you are a witch. Do you spend your days crafting love potions to entice me?"

"I am no witch," Celeste said plainly.

"I fear no wife will serve me as you would. You've burned your home in my thoughts, sweetling. Has it occurred to you that you will never belong to me?" He said.

Celeste's face broke into a frown as she caressed Davos's hair. "You speak of nothing joyous. I am yours, sweet boy."

Their position, her fingers in his hair, the soft touches along his skin; it was torture to feel the gentle affection. But he was greedy and selfish, and he allowed himself to bask in her attention just a moment longer.

"You will always be mine. In every form," he breathed, his eyes closing slightly as he pressed his face against her palm. He breathed out softly, before looking up at her again with his brow furrowed. "You do not know the damage you've done."

Celeste watched the boy stand up quickly, running his fingers through his hair before he sighed beginning to head towards the entrance to the keep. She followed after him, almost missing her step after his long strides.

"What is the matter?" She called after him, but he was already beginning to push the boat back into the river.

"Say that I love you," he called out to her, the lapping of the river rather loud over his voice. "And I carry your burden, raise you up to stature and father your children. Say you make me a happy man, Celeste. What is that worth if both of our castles are burnt down in the fray, and my men whisper of me being a traitor for the rest of my rule? Do you think your father would let you go easily?"

Davos shook his head, pushing a set of oars into Celeste's arms. "Your people call us cannibals; they act as if we're no more than barbarians. Your father would be sending you to be ripped apart and eaten like a ham... you've gotten into my mind with your words. It's a fever that will not subside. A dream that I cannot follow. Please," he sighed in relief, begging.

"It is not enough for you, and it is not enough for me... why must you be of Bracken soot? You've made it harder than I intended."

Celeste threw her oars into the boat, looking at Davos with cruel eyes. She pushed him in the chest. "You came upon me, and then you came back, you coward. Had you not heard the whispers about me? The Bracken's wayward bastard that likes to play with boy's toys? You knew me, and still came upon me. Likely stalked me in the woods and pounced when you saw that I was vulnerable. You wanted me, Davos, so place this not on me. You're a knight, a man, a lord. Or is everything you've said to me pretense?"

The moment she pushed at his chest, Davos stopped for a second, his breath catching in his throat. He looked up at her, taken aback by her fierce and defensive stance. But, then he chuckled a little. The sound of amusement did not reach his eyes, though, and in fact, they darkened as she spoke.

He was quick to grab her by her arms, his hands holding on tightly enough that if she were any other woman, it would have been uncomfortable -- almost painful. He did not want to hurt her, of course, but he wanted her to listen.

"Say I take you as my wife, you daft child. You trade one inconvenience for another. We only have each other."

"We would have each other," Celeste yelled, frustrated. She had not thought that their marriage-talks were sincere, they were playing a game of make-believe, but suddenly it felt quite real, as if Davos had thought about it even momentarily.

"It would be the end of a thousand year war. So what if they call you 'traitor'. I would call you 'reconciliator'. It is a dream, Davos, but our history has been forged by visions, and dreams and men who were not afraid," she pulled herself from his grip.

"A dream," he breathed in response.

She was right, of course, she always was. He thought of the legends his father and grandfather had told him since he could talk; the myths of Garth Greenhand. He thought of the history of his house that was written down for all to see, and of the stories passed down from father to son in private and secret. How many boys must have dreamed the same dream?

'No matter,' he thought to himself, nodding at the girl to take her place in the boat. He turned his back on her and spoke.

"Your desire to no longer know loneliness is great enough to cause the bloodshed of thousands of men. You are not the woman you think yourself to be, Celeste."

Celeste stepped into the boat, feeling the boy roughly push it into the waves before he got into it as well.

"If you were in my station, you would feel very little loyalty yourself. My father is the only reason I've stayed, but he will die... eventually. He is the only Bracken man that might be swayed. My brothers are vicious creatures. War hungry."

Celeste thought for a few seconds, rowing the boat silently. "There may be another maiden you love one day, and there may be another knight to entice me, but there may never come another time to unite our houses, Davos. I've read the histories, listened in on counsel meetings. I will never be a soldier, but I have the ability to think. All my life they've tried to find a solution to the feud between our houses. I believe there may only be this one peaceful option. I won't be known for much else, but if I can help bring peace to these lands, maybe it wasn't all for naught."

He listened to her words, letting them sink in before eventually sighing out loudly, scrubbing at his face. Davos felt as if he was being pulled in two different directions, both of them too powerful for him not to resist. On one side there was his loyalty and on the other, there she was.

The Blackwood leaned back, staring up at the sky and the endless stars that littered the abyss above, glittering like diamonds.

He reached across the small space between them to pull her hand from the oar and into his lap, lacing his fingers with hers. The boat idled in the middle of the river, spinning softly.

"I knew not your wish to be a saint."

"It may go unfulfilled," Davos said, releasing her hands and returning to the oars.

Celeste stared at the boy in the icy night before shaking her head. "We should not see each other again. It will only become more painful from here."

Davos cut his eyes at the girl. Her words and actions so viscerally reenacting a child's fit. He was shocked that she had not gotten onto the floor of the boat and began to kick and cry.

He could not think of anything other than the thought of never seeing her again, or perhaps the thought of seeing her again. Would she marry a knight? Would she be left alone, an unmarried hen, stalking around the castle, unwanted and untouched?

Would they spend the rest of their lives professing their love for each other in secrecy, or would he slit her throat after years of listening to her droning on about her mistreatment at Bracken hands?

Temporarily, he wished he would have stuck to bedding women from his own land who could not read and could not argue, but had she not made him feel ten times more than he ever had in only days. And would she not spend the rest of their lives shaping him into a man, and would he not find pleasure in making her into a woman? Laughing as she contorted her face at dinner when faced with hosting all the lords and ladies?

He thought about her body-- thought about how he'd hold her through every new orgasm he'd grant her, and he smiled to himself when he remembered that she, herself, didn't completely know her body yet.

Celeste would be a fine wife, the only one he could tolerate, but he knew his father would have his head, if he so much as mentioned the Bracken girl as an option for betrothal, but, all things considered, if the Brackens were to offer a sizable amount of land and stock as the girl's dowry, as well as say, subservience to the Blackwood house during times of war... how could any studied lord say no?

It was a dream, as Celeste had said, but from the severity of her dark eyes, he knew he would have to do something or else he would not see her again.

They neared the place they had originated, the moon still shining brightly, though the night was still.

Davos cleared his throat. "I will talk to my father. If there is any peace to be had, we will root it out, but," he cleared his throat. "This itself may be the cause of more bloodshed. If it is what you want."

"If it is what I want," Celeste mocked snidely, rolling her eyes. "Do as you wish, Davos." As they hit the rocky shore, she stood from the boat quickly, walking to the direction of the Bracken hold.

"If the news is optimistic, you'll hear of it,' Davos called after her, causing Celeste to stop in her tracks. "If your father rejects the terms, you will hear of it,' he said, docking the boat and walking swiftly to catch up to her.

"If my father denies me, however, I will send word to you. In a fortnight,' he sighed and rung his hands. "If it is the latter of those options, I will see you once more. I swear it. By the old gods and the new,' he reached for her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It was not all pretense. You have vexed me. Don't depart in such haste."

"The hour is late, Davos,' Celeste said, the moon illuminating her gaze. Her mood was dampened, as was her hair, and the lateness of the hour had begun to weigh on her. She was tired. She considered that the two would never hold each other through the night or wake up cradling one another. Her heart sank.

"I'm afraid I asked for too much, when perchance it was best to hold on to what we had, but,' she bit her lip. "I am tired of dreams. I want real things."

Davos laughed and petted the girl's head, before scratching gently behind her ear. She scrunched her nose.

"I had not expected you to bite your tongue,' he said with a bittersweet smile before moving forward to kiss her. At first, barely, but then passionately, holding her waist and she clutched him around his neck. They kissed as if it were the first time, knowing that it may be the last.

"Will you remember this? The next time we see each other? Whenever that may be."

Celeste pulled away from the kiss, tears on the brim of her eyes. She blamed the flurry of emotions on the hour.

"If we are betrothed, there will be no need. There will be more to come. But if you are my enemy when next we cross paths, I will smile upon you, Davos... you will amount to so much," she caressed his hair before giving him a small kiss on the nose.

Davos felt his heart break at the sight of her tears, and he reached up to stroke her wet cheek gently with his thumb. He leaned in to rest his forehead against hers, taking in her scent and the feel of her skin against his. He closed his eyes, trying to hold this moment in his memory forever.

"There will be more to come," he repeated softly, holding her close to him.

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author note: just one more chapter to go, hopefully next week xx

[aleksanderscult]

Part 1 of Aleksander Morozova being a jealous bitch

Here's a long ass meta (I awaited for this moment for so long) where I'll post and comment each scene where the Darkling gets jealous. 'Cause let's be real, we love to see it.

Cut below since it's too long (he seriously gets jealous even five minutes in every scene he appears🤦)

(Part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 and the bonus content btw🖤)

Let's dive in!

"A grim smile playing on his lips."

Yeah it's grim 'cause he forces himself to smile in order to hide the pain and hurt from just seeing the girl he unintentionally fell in love with have a romantic scene with a deserter tracker, but still be doesn't succeed in putting a good i-dont-give-a-fuck show so now we have this failed effort.

Next!

Translation: "Are you so loyal to her? Willing to do anything for her? LIKE I WAS??"

The low-key spite and snide that comes out here is *CHEF'S KISS*.

Aside from the jealousy matter, the Darkling here tries to manipulate Mal by using fear. With the threat of death. He's testing to see his bravery, courage and how far he's willing to go for Alina. Clever.

THE PETTINESS HERE DJDJSKJSJS

Okay he obviously wants to lower their confidence, strength and break apart the bond that Mal and Alina had re-created the past few days. Again clever.

BUT!

No one can tell me that he also wasn't bitter and vengeful. He was like: "Aww they have rekindled their romance! How sweet! Now watch me destroy it🥰🥰"

"That was a very touching scene we witnessed".

Translation: "I'm disgusted. I'm in pain."

Actually, this is how I imagine the Darkling being when Mal and Alina kissed 😭:

Also, his (famous) sexual innuendos. He knew that Alina would never say to Mal what truly happened between them. So he's "spitting" it on Mal's face with such pleasure and satisfaction (like "she willingly gave herself to ME, boy. Did she tell you that? No. I don't think so"). And even though they obviously didn't have sex he implies it 'cause he's petty like that.

You know. For being famous for his acting skills, he really lets his mask slip easily lots of times.

Aside from anger, he must have felt hurt. This is the first time that Alina recoils from his touch and it bothers him.

The Darkling here being like:

He's acting like they were a couple and had a break up LMAO. The way he doesn't even look at her. Such a dramatic bitch.😔

The Darkling: "Lord, give me patience not to obliterate a bitch (Mal)".

His patience runs out. The fact that the first thing Alina asks him about is Mal makes him want to lash out. He be like: "I'll be so glad when I'll feed his ass to the volcra."

The moment he instructs her what to do, he demands answers about her thoughts for Mal. He's genuinely curious about what she sees in him. And how can she have hopes about being with him, an otkazat'sya, a mortal man that is beneath her? When the only person, according to him, that would understand her and accept her completely is himself (Dude we get it, you're superior 😭).

Also, he's trying to save her from a future disappointment. He has walked this path before and doesn't want Alina to do the same. He has seen this play and didn't like the ending.

So! This is part 1 of my long meta since I can't put more than 10 pictures in a post *shakes fist at Tumblr*. But don't worry. I'll continue this delightful meta in the next few days.😊😊

[autisticrosewilson]

In Trouble

Um. This is a joke that's not a joke that spawned from a conversation with @perseus-jackass about Nurse! Jason and Red X! Grant, that spiraled into a Miraculous Ladybug style love square situation lmao. OG's will remember when this was an ML blog, you could say I'm going back to my roots. Also this story is omegaverse! It's not really mentioned till Jason's pov but I don't want to blindside anyone

"Scream if you have to." Robin says gently, before wrenching his shoulder back into place. Grant does scream, he jerks and writhes but gloved hands hold him in place while his bones shift under the skin. There's a white hot pain that spreads through his arm, an aching relief as everything is realigned, and then everything goes prickly and numb.

Grant lays there panting, staring up at the smoggy night sky. Gotham doesn't even give him the courtesy of stars after subjecting them all to her madness. Robin had at least been kind enough to lay down his cape before his impromptu field med session, but goosebumps are spreading up his arms the longer his bare torso is in contact with the New Jersey air. At least Robin had helped him remove his shirt instead of cutting it off, as he'd threatened to.

"Good job," Robin praises, "you took that so well!" He grins, a certified Robin smile. Suddenly, Grant knows where all the stars went.

"Uh, thanks." Grant says absently, eyes tracing over the glint of too-sharp canines peaking out from cracked lips. Robin's a lip biter, he notes, the flesh has been scraped off. They'd probably bleed with little to no effort.

Grant wants to try, wants to taste it.

Slade clears his throat, and Grant remembers that his family is in the room, among several other hostages, and about twelve previously armed men who are now very unconscious. Robin himself has moved onto taking stock of everyone in the room, likely doing a head count and checking for any other injuries, but he signals for Slade to wait. He tilts his head slightly, finger coming to rest on the communicator in his ear.

"Okay folks, police are en route and the parameter has been cleared. I'm going to lead you all to the nearest exit, keep your head low and try not to make any noise. Listen carefully and stay behind me." Robin pops out of his crouch, helping Grant up as he gives the group orders.

"Look, kid-" Slade starts, and is promptly cut off by multiple snorts from the other hostages. The Gothamites, Grant realizes when he notices how calm they are. The collective reaction seems to throw his father off for a moment, but he continues. Grant feels a flash of second hand embarrassment. "Shouldn't you let the professionals take care of this?"

Robin smiles placatingly, it's got customer service written all over it. "I understand this is an upsetting situation, especially for a tourist, but we have everything handled." He assures.

Slade goes to say something else but Robin doesn't spare him a second glance, pulling out a handful of zip ties from one of the pouches of his belt. He gets to work ridding the men of weapons before tying their hands behind their backs, and then looping more zip ties through those to fix them all firmly together. None of them would be going anywhere anytime soon. He kicks all their guns to a far off corner anyway for good measure, but pockets a hunting knife one of them had been carrying.

"Secured," Robin chirps to whoever is on the other side of his comm, "Where to next?" He rolls his shoulders, resting his hands on his hips. After a moment Robin nods to himself. "Got it, meet you outside."

Grant watches as he heads towards the door, most of the hostages easily following his orders, they stay close together and seem to default to herding the omegas and pups in the middle. He almost gets swept up in it, shielded by the crowd, but then Slade's big hand is on his back bringing him and Joey to the front of the group just behind Robin.

He's shorter than he seemed earlier, when he was looming above Grant, backlit by flashing red lights like a blood soaked angel. He's slimmer without the cape wrapped around him, but with his gaze stuck to the muscle flexing in Robin's thighs he can tell the dark haired boy is stronger than he looks.

Robin leads the way, crouched low and keeping to the wall. The crowd does the same, unusually calm as they gently shush the children and tourists who aren't quiet enough. The implicit trust is breathtaking, the easy way that Robin commands the crowd with a cocksure smile and easy confidence. They only run into trouble once on the way to the exit and Grant barely has time to flinch before him and Joey are both shoved behind dad. Grant strains to see how Robin reacts to the two guards rushing at them but all he can make out is a flurry of movement and flailing limbs. There's the cracking of bone and then Robin's ringing laughter and then the hallway is still and quiet again. Slade's grip on his shoulder is still tight, Joey still pressed to Slades back. Grant nudges forward in time to see Robin securing the unconscious bodies.

He turns back to the crowd, hair a little messy and cheeks a little red but hardly even out of breath, and motions for them to keep going. They do, the group easily parting around the crooks before clustering back together. Like fish, Grant thinks, absently reminded of a trip to the aquarium not long ago.

They all file out in a straight line when they reach the exit, Robin holding the door open and checking behind for any stragglers before breaking away from the group to stand beside Batman. He looks even smaller next to the imposing figure of the Bat, but the cops seem to take his orders seriously.

Grant is pulled away by Slade and he barely realizes where they're going until he hears his mom's voice. She pulls him into a hug, all warm tobacco and vanilla but it almost doesn't register. She pulls Joey in next, peppering his face with kisses and surely staining it with her dark lipstick in the process. Her and Slade are talking about something over his head, but everything sounds like it's underwater. His attention is pulled back to Robin, sitting with some of the younger pups who are having their statements taken, someone's chubby toddler being bounced on his knee. He assumes the man in the nearby ambulance is the child's mother if his intent gaze and round belly are anything to go by.

Without thinking he clutches the fabric around his shoulders tighter. It's heavier than it looks, soft but tough. The outside is plastic-y, like a raincoat, but the inside is silky fabric slips pleasantly over his skin. He feels a tug on it from behind him, tuning back into the immediate conversation.

"Now what is this?" His mother frets.

His mouth opens but he doesn't say anything at first. "Robin gave it to me." He manages, the first thing he's said all night. He clutches the cape tighter, unwilling to let it go. It's a comforting weight, it feels like all that's keeping him on the ground, like if he lets go he'll simply float away.

His mother reaches for his face, tilting towards her. Her eyes are sharp but not angry, studying his expression and the look in his eyes carefully. Whatever she sees makes him purse her lips and glance towards the ambulance. "Oh my baby, you're in shock." She tells him, but the meaning behind the words doesn't register.

"First time getting his shoulder reset, he'll be fine." Slades voice, an attempt to be reassuring. Grant tenses before the words fully compute.

"WHAT!" His mom's voice is loud and shrill enough to make his ears ring and he knows they're going to start a fight.

He's shaking, he realizes, gaze dropping down to the trembling of his good hand where it's resting on her elbow. He doesn't remember moving it. Her skin is warm under his hands, he can feel the way her muscles are tensing as the voices around him raise.

He turns back to Robin, but the boy is already staring at him. At least Grant thinks so, hard to tell where he's looking with the white lenses, but he's facing Grant's direction. His lips are twisted, displeasure or concern maybe, and Grant wants to soothe him but he doesn't know how. Then his head tilts, just slightly, and Grant realizes that Robin had been looking at his parents. He can feel Robin's attention on him fully now, settling over him like sunlight. It's warm and grounding and he can feel his body again. Robin smiles, small and proud and encouraging. A secret just for Grant, to keep and cherish and own. And then Robin is turning, attention maddeningly taken by the others that Grant has just remembered. He feels cold, the kind of cold you feel in the early morning when you've just slipped from your warm blankets, the kind that settles on your skin and then sinks into your bones.

Grant's eyes don't leave Robin until the car pulls away, and as he's craning his neck to catch one last glimpse he sees Robin standing on his tip toes to wave Grant goodbye. He waves back, but the windows are tinted and they're already too far away.

Jason has a secret, and an embarrassing one at that. He knows if anyone ever found out he'd never be able to live it down. Jason doesn't even know how it started really, it's not like he's ever been interested in the latest trends or celebrity gossip.

Jason will blame Rena, because it's easier than analyzing the alternative. Technically it started with a routine hostage situation, but for deflection purposes, it starts with a link to an app that's trying too hard to be Vine. He'd squinted at it, toothbrush still in his mouth, half convinced it was a rickroll.

Jay: Why are you up?

Ren: Why are YOU up?

Jay: I asked you first.

Ren: I messaged you first

Jay: Not how that works.

He had rolled his eyes at the time, finishing up his nightly routine, reluctantly chewing on the multivitamins he's supposed to take every night before bed. The gummies only, never the pills.

Ren: did you watch the video

Jay: I'm not clicking an unknown link, Rena.

Ren: wow full name

Jay is typing...

Ren: Not an excuse for you to use my real full name

Ren: seriously watch the video!!

Jason remembers huffing, he probably put it off till the last second, until he was curled up in bed and on the cusp of finally getting some rest. It's all secondary to the video though, the familiar face split into a wolfish grin, those pretty eyes catching the flash of cameras and sending a wink towards the viewer. It's obviously some kind of rich person event, paparazzi lined up and a carpet laid out on the damn ground, but you wouldn't know it from how the boy is dressed. The orange and blue jacket over the button up would probably make him snort usually, but all he can think about is broad shoulders and warm skin under his hands. Unwarded he remembers what Grant's bare chest looked like, and then the image of strong shoulders wrapped in Jason's cape. He doesn't know how many times he watches the video before the next message comes through.

Ren: isn't he hot?

Jay: Who is he?

Jason already knows of course, but Rena doesn't know that, and he's not keen on informing her. She might start getting ideas.

Ren: Grant Kane, he's some old money CEOs son from New York or something

Jay: And?

Kentucky, Jason corrects mentally, Adeline Kane is from New York but the Wilson family lives in Kentucky.

Ren: I heard his mom is coming to your charity gala next week

Jason's heart skips a beat, teeth sinking into his lip to bite back the giddy grin trying to break through.

Jay: Once again, and?

Ren: And? C'mon when do we get to see new faces at these things? Especially ones as pretty as his!

Jealousy twinges in his chest, churning hotly in his stomach for a moment before he's hit with a flash of guilt.

Jay: oh? You interested

Ren: Pft nah

Ren: this is for you

Ren: my ducks are in a row

Jay: Hurtful, but whatever. I don't even know him. Maybe I don't want that duck in my row.

Ren: Start being real with yourself rn

Ren: I'm coming over tomorrow so we can decide on what you're wearing<333

Usually he matches with Bruce, or Dick if he shows up. He can only imagine what Rena is going to try to talk him into. Technically, Jason is unpresented, even though everyone else his age has already. Most pups present around thirteen, Jason is turning sixteen soon. Leslie says it'll be any day now, that with time, and love, and a steady three meals a day Jason will come into his own in no time. Jason isn't so sure.

Rena herself is a beta, but she's always been a bit of a rule breaker. More so than Jason anyway. She always goes above and beyond with her outfits for these things, with the kind of passion obviously bred from living with the biggest fashion mogul in Gotham. He can only imagine what her plans to play matchmaker are going to entail.

Ren: I've enlisted Eddie to help me

Jason stops, fingers hovering over the keyboard, jaw slack. The indignity! He doesn't need a- an intervention to help him get a date!

Jay: When did you guys even start talking?

Ren: YOU gave me his number

Jay: That was a courtesy! You weren't actually supposed to use it!

Ren: 😜

Jason scowls at his phone. He switches over to his chat with Eddie, certain the omega is still awake watching a terrible obscure movie he's going to tell Jason all about when they see each other again.

Jaybin: I've been betrayed, forsaken, abandoned.

KD: Ok edgelord lmao

Jaybin: STOP laughing I've been the victim of a conspiracy!

KD: Are people on Twitter calling you guys vampires again or do they have something more interesting?

Jaybin: Not that kind of conspiracy.

KD: ???

There's a pause as Eddie stops typing, Jason assumes to go Google it, before his speech bubble pops up again.

KD: Is this about me and Rena wingmanning for you

Jaybin: SO YOU ADMIT TO IT! FIEND! SCOUNDREL!

KD: Weird way to say thank you but okay

Jaybin: I don't need help.

KD: ok well we would LIKE to help

KD: please let us

Jason purses his lips. He hates when Eddie does this. Like he's the one being difficult here. Sometimes he feels like everyone treats him even younger than he is. Just because he hasn't presented doesn't mean he's a baby. He can't wait to be sixteen, hopefully by then he'll know his designation too.

Jaybin: Fine, but I retain full rights to veto anything you pick or any plan you make.

Eddie's response is a gif of a cat doing a happy dance, and though he rolls his eyes he likes the message. He's added to a new chat immediately, one with the three of them in it. Rena sends the video to this new chat, apparently named Operation: HONEYPOT. Jason finds quickly that his lack of admin rights means he can't change it.

He huffs, watching the two messages back and forth. Sending photos he's already seen and telling him information he already knows about Grant. The screen slowly goes dark as his eyes flutter closed, burying his face in the milky hazelnut scent just barely managing to cling to the shirt he's been using as a pillowcase, the MCTC logo pressed against his cheek.

It's a guilty pleasure, he supposes, Grant's smell in his nose as he imagines what his voice sounds like, of Grant pressing into his touch instead of flinching away. He switches to an app easily passing as a calculator, inputting the password without thought to pull up the tracking grid.

He skims over everyone else's - Bruce and Alfred are in the manor, Natalia is in her manor on the boundary of Little Italy and Summerset, Dick's phone is at least in his BludHaven apartment, Barbie is still staying at her dad's house until she gets used to her wheelchair - the one he's looking for is marked with the Robin symbol, blinking steadily, somewhere in Kentucky. The sky is probably clear for him, a star filled sky unobstructed by the pollution of the city. He imagines Grant staring out at the sky, red lip caught between his teeth, thinking about Jason. What he might be doing as he does.

Jason nods off, eyes fluttering shut, matching his breath to the gentle pulse on the screen.

[bi-hans]

What was Bi-Han's first thought when looking at Shang Tsung for the first time

(am I doing this right I'm still slightly drunk)

no no this is good.

He thought he was hot would be like his beloved arch enemy, and they'd spend all their lives fighting and flirting with each other in an intricate game of cat and mouse. No, but fr, Bi-Han lowkey has the most respect for Shang Tsung out of everyone else. Shang Tsung is his beloved enemy no joke.

After every fight, Bi-Han tells off his adversary and/or disparages them in some way. Even Johnny Cage, who for all his goofyness and bravado, actually did manage to get the upper hand and lay him out.

So when he gets to the Ying Fortress right off the bat, he says, "Finally, we face a worthy foe. Victory will bring us glory."

First up is Nitara, to whom he says, "I heard tales of battles against your kind. I had thought them tall ones." and it's not the words so much as the look he gives her that conveys what he really thinks of the Vaeternians/Nitara herself. They were probably overhyped. At the end of the fight, he just says, "You will end this day hungry." Not too bad, honestly. Just a dismissal with no insult attached. That's about the best anyone can hope for from him lmao.

Then, he almost pays Ermac a compliment by saying Liu Kang had warned them about Ermac and "I had hoped for the chance to battle your dark magic." Of course, he beats Ermac and then says, "You are not so fearsome." Again, not so bad as an insult. Another overhyped enemy, but it's whatever.

When he faces off against Quan Chi, he starts the fight by saying, "Were you told also to expect defeat?" Keeping his expectations low. And he was right because he wins and says, "Your failure was inevitable."

Then he gets to Shang Tsung, who, much like Dr. Strange, has come to bargain. And Bi-Han wants all the smoke (no pun intended), so he's like, "Unless it's your surrender, I am not interested." (Translation: square up.)

And when he inevitably wins again, he says:

And that's not really an insult. It's similar to Ermac, as it shows he at least had slightly higher expectations for him than the rest. Maybe also because Shang Tsung beat Kuai Liang right before this. Now, earlier with Ermac, his expectations were already established before their fight, so he follows it up with a dismissal that basically amounts to "bitch you thought." Because before almost every fight, Bi-Han places his bets, and he always bets on himself.

This isn't to say he thought Shang Tsung could actually beat him. But just to say that he usually already dismisses his opponents before fighting them (few exceptions) and then follows that up with a proclamation that he was right, cause his ops ain't shit. And while this implies Shang Tsung also didn't measure up to his expectations, at least he's not saying that directly to his face before the fight even begins. At least there's no insult added to injury at the end of the fight.

That's respect he isn't shown to give anyone else. In fact, he's usually as disrespectful as he can get away with to everyone, including Liu Kang himself. And Shang Tsung calling Bi-Han "Grandmaster" when literally no one else except Bi-Han himself uses the title in the whole storymode??? Yeah yeah he's a snake, a liar, and a manipulator, but if he's pretending, at least he's putting in an effort no one else does. Like, it's understandable that Kuai and Tomas don't use it because of their close familial bond, but you're going to tell me they didn't call their father Grandmaster? At least when they're in front of non-family as a sign of respect for his authority? The whole time in front of Shang Tsung and the others, it's "brother" and "Bi-Han." Put some respek on his title! And when they're in private, they can't stfu about their dead father either, which could further drive home the point that they don't respect Bi-Han's position.

But anyway, getting back on topic…the way Bi-Han goes in for the kill instead of capturing Shang Tsung like Liu Kang wanted? Bi-Han already feels like the Lin Kuei are being held back by Liu Kang. He's stifling them. Bi-Han himself is in unwanted servitude to Liu Kang. Shang Tsung would have been another captive for Liu Kang to lord over, and so Bi-Han was freeing him from that fate. You know his overdramatic ass would think this and try to pull a stunt like that.

When he said "Finally we face a worthy foe." Turns out he meant Shang Tsung exclusively. No one else lived up to his expectations even marginally. He showed no one else the small measure of respect Shang Tsung had garnered from him, and this was even before Shang buttered him up by playing the "Grandmaster" card.

[blair-the-juggalho]

The Twdg gang reaction to you being attractive and somehow keeping up with your appearance in the apocalypse? Thank you

Hello love! Thank you very much for this amazing request!!<3

TWDG gang with a very attractive reader

Violet

This girl was stunned the first time she saw you

How the hell can a person look that good

Especially when it’s rare to wash your face now a days?

She’s never been one to care for her appearance since she doesn’t really see a point

And she doesn’t really see why others do it

But that doesn’t mean she can’t respect a pretty face when she sees one

She wouldn’t say anything outright but sometimes when we daydreams you’ll sometimes catch her looking at you

And if your really luck when you smile at her she might get a little red in the face

If you ever call her out on her actions tho she’ll just tell you to piss off

Mitch

A bit like Vi, he doesn’t care for his own appearance and he doesn’t see why others do it

But once he saw you he looked at you wide eyes in awe

How tf can someone end up so beautiful in times like these???

He won’t really say anything about it but he’s try to get closer to you

He will always look at you out of the corner of his eyes

He’s not good with compliments but sometimes he’ll give you a slight one

“Your hair look alright today.”

You’ll never see it coming and it might not seem like much but my boys trying

Sometimes he might even adjust his posture or fix his fringe just a bit when you enter a room

He doesn’t want you to think of him as a smelly little man lmao

Louis

Now this dude immediately says something

It’s hard to find someone like him, who keeps up with their dashing good looks now a days

He will always compliment you

and vi always make fun of him for it

He doesn’t care though

I mean at the end of the day who can blame him!

He’ll also mess around with you but in a light hearted way

“We would stay and chat but me and name have to go wash our hair and trim our nails.”

He has a lot of respect for you for putting effort into the way you look

But don’t get me wrong he also pays a lot of attention to you personality too! (They all do btw I’m just saying it now •3•)

Marlon

This man was also in awe when he first saw you

God damn you’d like really hot!

Like Mitch, he’d also try to sort out his hair (tho what could fix that mess /j) and his posture

He’d always try to talk to you

In times like these everything’s gone all dreary so it’s nice to see something fresh and well looked after

After seeing you try so hard with his looks, he will try to do the same

He’s praying that you’d pick up on it and compliment him lmao

He will also be extra salty if anyone picks on his hair or anything like that especially if your around

He also can’t help but look at you like you’ll see him form across the courtyard just looking at you

If you called him out on this he’d just give some rubbish excuse like “I was just checking up on you.”

Aasim

Was also shocked by your beauty

He wouldn’t even talk to you at first and when he would it’s the bare minimum

He would definitely write about you tho! And all things positive about you

As much as he loves your appearance, he would also try to learn more about your personality

He’s low key hooked

He doesn’t have a crush on you for your looks alone

But it always makes him get all flustered when you agree with him or compliment him

He doesn’t know how to respond but his embarrassment is clear lol

He also always hopes that you get paired up to do the same job as him

Just so he can spend more time with that beautiful brain and face of yours ;)

Omar

He loves how attractive you are!

He thinks pretty privilege should never be a thing! That is until he meets you

You best believe your getting first picks at dinner and lunch

And if you wanted a certain meal he’s already made it for you!

He could sit and look at you for hours

And he does!

When he’s cooking he will look up from his food just to see you

He feels so proud whenever you compliment him!

Ruby

This girl in impressed

She’s very really bothered about looks but like Vi she can appreciate a pretty face

Will definitely call you nick names

“Well hey there , good looking.”

She too can just get lost in thought when she’s looking at you

She will always lightly adjust her posture and rub her face a bit when she sees you

She just wants you to think she’s pretty too

She will also try to grow a flower just for you!

Cheesy but cute!

Brody

She blushed when you first made eye contact with her

She just wants to know how you do it???

How do you make your hair so shiny?

You skin so soft?!

And you actually smell good?!?!

She’s a tiny bit jealous but all n all she doesn’t mind

She definitely does one of those clique sighs when she sees you

Heaven forbid you compliment her

She gets all giddy as exited and compliments you back x100!

[sp1lled-lemon4de]

ꨄ︎Bubblegum Bitchꨄ︎ ____________

Fandom: MHA (My Hero Academia) Characters: Mina Ashido x Fem!reader Genre: Fluff and smut A/n: Happy pride month!!! its my first btw...if you didn't know im Pan <3, also here is a cute gay fic :D

____________________ Having Mina as your friend was amazing, she is amazing. She is so bubbly and such a friendly person. You often found yourself staring at her, during lunch or

stealing glances at during classes.

She was your pink mutant best-friend. Key word…was…

You loved and hated your study sessions with her, reason being most of the time you wouldnt even study…

The pink haired girl wouldnt even open a damn book, much less read its contents.

She would usually just sit down and talk about cute guys she sees on the road, literally airport crushes. The chances of you ever getting to see them were very low, and you didn't want to do the math.

At some point it got annoying…not like you would ever tell her… you know what it feels like to get shut out by the people who you think care about you and are interested in what you have to say, especially if its something your passionate about.

But the thing that worried you the most was the fact that your mind wandered, like really far…

you would see her bubble with excitement and her pretty pink lips move with every word, you swore time both slowed down and speed up when you were with her…

She noticed…

Mina noticed your reaction to her 'antics' and how you treated her… she knew but never really said something.

That was until one night…it honestly was a blur for you (listen im too lazy to give you background details, use your imagination for this one T-T)

You could only focus on the pretty bubblegum pink girl on top of you, and how close her leg was to your private areas.

Admit you like it, is what your sinful nature told you, but she was your friend and you have to admit, her being your somewhat crush was ok, but that didn't give you the right to overly sexualize her.

You made sure not to lay a finger on her, scared that you would scare her away…

She opened her mouth and you could see she was speaking, but you were too lost in the moment to focus.

she moved her head between you neck, "can i?" she asked, her hand dangerously close to her destinated area.

You wanted to speak but you were afraid you would let out a pathetic little whimper or moan instead, so you just settled for a nod and a little 'mhm' giving her a green light to let her have her way with you.

Things got heated and you soon found yourself on top of her, her chest and pretty pink nipples exposed for all and by all i mean you to see.

you wanted to touch her but felt so embarrassed by your wants and needs that you just buried your face in her neck.

she let out a small chuckle and a few harsh breaths, patting your head, reassuring you… and the rest was a blur.

______________________

LMAO I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE FOREVER Had art test today :D art is my fav subject and i think the highest i got in art so far was 91% aiming for higher though >:D Did my painting today the theme was 'night lift' i painted a fancy wine glass and explain the painting and at the back, i used mixed medium lmao...and when i finished one guy from my class and his exact words were "Author/name why you does do everything so good dawg" anyways my classmates loved it and i put tons of effort i really hope i get higher this term :D <333

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I posted 3,979 times in 2022

That's 3,630 more posts than 2021!

144 posts created (4%)

3,835 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@parsnipt

@injuries-in-dust

@nitewrighter

@mujhe-rone-do

@a-really-hot-caterpillar

I tagged 405 of my posts in 2022

#oldie answers - 64 posts

#me - 22 posts

#me and who? - 11 posts

#struggles of oldie - 9 posts

#protect psy - 7 posts

#same - 6 posts

#purple my beloved - 6 posts

#protect sana - 4 posts

#the machine uprising - 4 posts

#good - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#uh no you can't you can get one for a bike that doesn't have gears but not for a car unless they recently changed the rules

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Orange

I want to get to know you too

26 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

@mujhe-rone-do what THE FUCK are you doing up

29 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

okay so like

first tehre was a lot of confusion abt which subjects we had

then somehow out of three two subjects students already got fixed and locked

so when the third subject teacher asked who wanted to do this one day before the festive vacation i raised my hand

and she picked everyone except for me and one other girl

she picked the girl sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME and not me

nd im very good at SST btw i love social science and i get good grades in that out of 20 i got 19.5 last time so im validated too

and

i was like what no i am gonna do this

so i approached her and said "hi helo i wanna do this" and shes like "we have like 7 ppl already..." but i insisted so shes like "okay ill keep you as an extra" and drew a line under my name and put my name along with the other girl whom she had not picked lets call her s

so

then

she forgot (??) to put me in the gc in which they were discussing it

but she put s

lmao

and it was the vacaction and i dont have my own phone nor the teachers contact info

so i just. didnt know till after the holidays upon which i appraoched her and asked why i wasnt there and shes like oH oOPs or whatever and tells me i can help out if they need anything

so i went there but the kids just basically made me gvethem my statinary and then treated it like trash

and then disrespected me (whole diff incident) upon which i got mad and called a kid who had been dismissing me very much a problem and then i felt bad cuz i usually dont do shit like that like i just

dont say mean stuff back

but i did

anyway so

none of the kids, all of whom were in my class, reminded her i was supposed to be there too

idk if they forgot or what but s was literally next to me she knew she approached the teacher at the same time as me

so like. wow. after all my effort, after almost dying with the sleep deprivation and work load im just. forgettable. lmao

Do no harm but take no shit it's good you said some mean stuff to them and your teachers an idiot

Also you're not forgettable not to me

31 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

ahhghgdhgaha i very tired today but i lots of tasks to finish

ill just tell you what i have to do and then update you with how many i finished if thats okay; if it's not just ignore this ask

finish textbook russian revolution

friend 1's early christmas present readied

friend 2's ''

finish cover 1 of TMOD

finish chem homework

english entrepreneur assignment

of this i have done eactly one aka chem homework i got other tasks done which i didnt write down tho

It's okay if you only manage to finish Chen homework today I'm proud of you

63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HELO HELO how does one flirt with a cis boy

in theory i know how and usually i can but i have exactly 1.5 weeks to make this work and i need it to go well and hes a hyperactive adhd as FUCK bitch like me so we bOTH KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AND LOW KEY AWKWAR CUZ WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

HELP PLEASE HSKHDKS

Sorry kid you came to the wrong place

I know exactly nothing about flirting

Let alone het flirting

129 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

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[symmage]

I’m not gonna lie, I’m a yo ho yo ho 🏴‍☠️ simmer, and it’s because EA doesn’t care about its client base. They don’t do real quality testing at this point from what I can tell and they don’t release price worthy gameplay content in favor of kits, and because they’re the only current life simulator, they can get away with it. It takes loads of CC/mods to bring the game up to what I feel the game could be in terms of standards, and when you can’t actually play the game offline reliably without having to go online even when you try to only play offline, can’t refuse to update without actually going into the files itself, and their updates regularly break mods and the game itself plus actual glitches get half-assed patched and then come back frequently, I’m not interested in giving them money at this point. I was almost feeling half-optimistic for this expansion based on early reviews from YouTubers and then this reminded me why I have no faith lmao. Remember when we got worlds like windenburg or even newcrest with tons of lots instead of worlds that have all of like twelve lots or less including things like gyms and bars? And prebuilds look like they spent five minutes slapping the bare minimum in? It feels like a slap in the face for the low effort versus the cost they charge and I can’t justify that.

I definitely relate. I've gone back in forth giving my game a break and it's so funny because I would get excited when a new pack is announced and I'd ramble on to my daughter, who is also a simmer, about the stuff coming bc im legit happy, but at the same time I'm like...WE SHOULD HAVE ALREADY HAD THIS! 🤣 then I'm complaining about what it's lacking afterwards. I seriously went on a whole rant to her about Windenburg being the only pack we've gotten with 27 lots, and it's been downhill for packs ever since and that im more excited for base game updates over new packs, so it's truly a love-hate relationship indeed on my end with the game. With all of the issues going on, I do come back to it and have a degree of fun, thanks to mods of course, but, there are so many avenues of improvement that this game needs to go down to make it shine. Gameplay should be the priority.

I honestly dont want a new world with the next EP, bc IMO it feels like the new world just ticks the EP checklist box. They're beautiful, yes, but so empty, and I hate that. If there were the possibility for worlds that we already have to be expanded upon by adding new lots or new neighborhood sections, then hell, I'd take that over new ones. Make some world kits or something if they want to upsell like what sims 3 did; purchase the world if you want it or even better...let new worlds be base game updates and focus on beefing up the EPs with gameplay that expands everything and making it worth the $40+ price tag. Those options sound a bit out there, but I beg for substantial gameplay to take a center focus in these packs.

[twobraincellkentwell]

A Thousand Miles And Poles Apart

[A Game Called Revenge]

Part Twenty-Six

Series Masterlist Part One.

Summary: "ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴜʀɴ."

The final moments in the hovercraft before they're taken someplace else, poles away from each other.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the nature of content in some of the chapters. Murder and death. Mentions of sex probably.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Here we have it, the last chapter of this fic and an ending that is hopefully a surprise (I aimed for suspense lmao) and I promise I'll get on publishing the prequel as soon as possible. I want to just say my usuals, I have a favourite line so if you can find it then let me know :) reblogs, shares and comments always appreciated.

Screams ring through her ears.

Shooting straight upright on the floor, Clio struggles to regain her breath which escapes in explosive gaps from her lips, fighting viciously against the sedative being pumped into her body. She grasps the space beside her, looking for the comfort of Cato's body but her hands come up empty and the events of the past few days come flooding into her mind sickeningly quickly. She grasps tightly at large handfuls of her hair as she hears the screams of agony, only barely managing to hear the insults the screaming girl is throwing at someone in the adjacent room. Steady, metronomic beeps in the background, sounding wildly when she yanks at the needle and tubing in her right arm. Blood comes spurting from the puncture wound as she fights the effects of her drugging while adrenaline surges through her body to enable her to reach for the gauze and micropore tape on a silver side table beside the machines and tapes it to her arm as she pushes to her feet in preparation to meet the footsteps now pounding down the hallway head on.

The glass door slides open with a loud squeak as four guards storm the room, each in a form-fitting, lightweight black bodysuit covered by hard-panelled exoskeleton vests. They're unarmed, something Clio notices the instant they step inside, and the guard at the back presses a button on the wall beside the door to fix it shut, trapping them inside the room. The four guards came to halt in front of the glass panels that separate her location, from the main area of the hovercraft as if they want to make a show of incapacitating her before they encircle her with tense muscles. Clio stands tall, grabbing the needle she ripped from her arm that was abandoned on one the chairs and reaches for the lone pair of small nurses bandage scissors in an open container before kicking it to the side. The first of the guards lunges forwards, fist flying with blinding speed in an effort to hurt and disorientate her while the second reaches for something in his pocket. She dodges the punch, making use of her short stature to duck under the man's arm, countering with a strong kick to send him staggering backwards before turning her attention to the second guard; running the short distance towards him and kicking at his arm. The man is caught off guard and he drops the needle, likely filled with a sedative, to the ground. Clio quickly stomps on the sharp, sending liquid spilling out onto the floor around her, and shoving the man forcefully so that he loses his footing on the slippery surface and falls to his back, allowing her to send a fast kick to his chest which makes him flail and knock his head on one of the chair. Another of the guards makes his way towards her and she takes a low blow, kicking the man in his groin before driving her elbow into his windpipe when he doubles over in pain. With two of the guards on the floor, the fourth guard sneaks up on Clio from behind, grabbing at her shoulder and bending slightly to administer the sedative to her neck.

"Fuck." A jab hits the guards chest, hard over his armour. "Off." She punctuates her sentence with a shift spin in his hold and forces her thumbs into his eye sockets. Watching another syringe tumble to the floor she kicks the man again and his body hits the floor with enough force to break the vessel on impact and he screams in pain. The one remaining guard lunges at her again, outstretching to grab at her sides, when she sidesteps quickly and uses the force of her body weight to slam the large man into the glass. With his large size she struggles to keep him immobile against the divider, instead she reaches into his pocket to retrieve the sedative and pierces the skin of his neck. The man crumples the floor with a thud as his world fades to black. One of the guards on the floor has managed to crawl to the button by the door, pressing it twice to trigger some kind of emergency response and making red lights flash throughout the area. Kicking at the man's chest once more, Clio pushes the palm of her hand against the button to silence the alarm. She steadies herself before walking along the wall, before entering the main area where the shouts have now ceased when the doors whoosh open.

The low rumblings of conversation are immediately cut off when three heads turn to face her. Beetee, in a wheelchair, Finnick and Plutarch loiter around the control table of the hovercraft which has three red dots flickering in the same location and the coordinates of important spots in the Capitol highlighted with yellow boxes. Plutarch is still dressed in a three piece suit, whilst Finnick and Beetee are dressed in what she can only describe as slate grey hospital gowns, with their wrists and forearms strapped with white bandage wrapping, yet they still hiss slightly when they move.

"Do any of you want to tell me where the fuck I am and why the fuck I'm here?" She shouts, "I'm not involved in your stupid little plan so you can fucking drop me and Cato off in Two."

"We can't do that-" Beetee tells us softly.

"You can!" She yells, letting out a crazed laugh as she walks towards the table and scouring the buttons. "You press one of these buttons and direct this fucking hovercraft so we can go home."

"Clio-"

"You're a fucking liar, Finnick. You sat in on our alliance meeting and let me talk about how much I want to kill her only to stab us all in the back with your fucking trident." Her voice is shrill, breaking slightly from the volume but she couldn't care less as she continues. "It was my right!"

"I understand that, Clio but this isn't about you anymore. I had a commitment to this rebellion, and I couldn't let you do that." Finnick is unmoved, voice cold and stoic, whilst Clio's anger is like a raging current.

She can hear the thud of her heart in her ears, the tips of them red hot as she tries to breathe deeply to calm herself down; to try and understand Finnick's logic to protect someone he only properly met a few months ago over some of his friends no matter how flawed she believed it to be - least she thought they were friends. Now she isn't so sure.

"She was mine to kill." Clio seethes, her voice deep and almost unrecognisable as she strains not to let her anger explode through her throat.

"It had to be like this." Finnick offers with a clench of his brow.

"You expect me to believe that?" Sarcasm oozes from her as if it was second nature. As easily as her aggression does. "I've only ever asked for one thing from you, Finnick. You promised I could be the one to do it!"

"I didn't promise anything, Clio." Finnick takes a deep breath, his sea-green eyes flickering with some kind of pain, from what she isn't sure. "I'm sorry but I had to give Plutarch intel on your plan and couldn't risk exposing him."

"I knew I should've told Snow about this stupid thing the second I could. That's why I'm here isn't it?"

"Yes." Beetee answers curtly, raising a hand to try and placate her. "You knew too much about the plan for us to risk anything."

"So you fucking kidnapped me to, what? Prove a point?" she scoffs, running her hands through her hair as she paces backwards.

"You should be thanking us, Clio." Plutarch says, "If we had left you behind I can promise you that you'd be dead if Snow found that you knew."

"I'm not a fucking rebel!" She shouts. "I don't want to be here. I never have, don't you get it? I was going to die in that arena so just fucking drop me off before I tear your head from your neck."

"We can't." Beetee reinforces.

"You should be grateful we rescued you. Your boyfriend's little speech about the two of you not choosing to fight together has the beginnings of an anarchist written all over it." Plutarch tells her. "You would be begging to be killed with whatever torture the Capitol has in store for the rest of the rebels."

"The rest of them?"

The room falls silent as the three around the control panel all nod solemnly, their stances softening slightly at the head gamemakers revelation that they left behind some of the members of their team, their rebellion.

"They have Peeta." Finnick confesses, "and Johanna."

Her eyes widen, if they left their symbol's loverboy to be tortured and killed then there's not a chance they're letting her go home now and expose where they are hiding out.

"Where's Cato?" She questions.

"Clio-" Finnick tries.

Voice wavering, she tries again. "Cato. Where is he?"

"In the Capitol."

"You fucking cunt!" She screams as she launches herself full force at the ex-gamemaker, her nails coming to grip the man's throat before two hands wrap themselves underneath her arms and lift her off the floor away from her intended target. They took him. She flashes an angry look towards the man and towards Beetee who is watching with frantic eyes at the scene unfolding before him. "He's going to die. You've left him to fucking die!"

"If you're not the rebels we claim you are, then there's no reason to be worried." Plutarch spits out, clutching desperately at his throat and trying to find the location of the stinging cut that has been left by the sharp points of her nails.

"They're going to think he knows something because you took me. I look involved," she snarls, writhing in Finnick's tight grip as she fights to reach the man. To kill him. "They're going to kill him."

"There's no changing what happened but if you hadn't split up we might have been able to rescue you both. I'm sorry." Finnick tries.

She turns attention to him, struggling in his hold as she turns her head. Is he blaming me? She thinks, mouth hanging agape she tries to find the words, or even a sound that could come close enough to the anger she felt. Close enough to the sense of betrayal. She goes to take another stride towards Plutarch when Finnick's grip loosens marginally but his hands stop her as they come to rest firmly on her shoulders.

"Get off me," She spits, shaking off his hold and looking between the three of them, their figures becoming a blur as tears start to well in her eyes. Blinking them away as soon as she feels them, her voice cracks. "How could you, Finnick?" Her face crumples. "I trusted you. He was your friend!"

"Is..." Finnick says softly, "He is my friend."

"He was because he's good enough as fucking dead now anyway."

"Look I know it might not make sense right now, but we did what we could." Beetee says.

Clio shakes her head, her frown deepening as she steps away from her once friend, ready to go and find a high enough dose of sedative to knock herself out, maybe enough to kill her. It's then her attention is drawn to the far corner of the room where a tense Haymitch struggles to restrain a frustrated Katniss as the second round of sedation wears off; and who Clio now realises was the source of the scream that woke her up. He holds her back by her wrists while she kicks violently at his legs and claws at his arms so viciously that blood drips to pool by their feet. She is screaming again. The sound of her voice is piercing as she screams incoherently about how they left Peeta, her words slightly slurred from the sedative.

"I hate you." Clio hisses as Finnick snakes his arms underneath hers again to restrain her from attacking the symbol of their rebellion.

"The feelings mutual, sweetheart." Haymitch retorts, waving his hand in the direction of the others as he tries to hold Katniss back. "I did not advocate for your rescue, that was all them."

Katniss is the one shouting now, her voice breaking under the stress, "You saved her? Over Peeta?"

"You can drop the act, love. He's not here."

"Letting her go was never an option once she found out about the plan. It was the best option for all of us. She will remain in District Thirteen under the constant surveillance of guards until we have decided what to do with her." Plutarch answers for.

"What to do with me? I'm not some fucking cattle you can just decide to slaughter!" Clio laughs, "And by the way, you might want to get some better guards because there's four of them in the other room, probably unconscious or dead by now."

Plutarch swears under his breath, scurrying through the doors to go and check on the incapacitated guards in the next room over, while Clio delivers a swift kick to the side of Finnick's legs; bringing the man to his knees as she sees angry, pulsating red. The young woman from Twelve manages to break free from Haymitch's hold, only to be slammed into the metal wall of the hovercraft by her throat. Clio's left hand wraps around the base of the mockingjay's throat as she uses all her upper body strength to keep her pinned to the wall when her skull bounces against the metal.

"It's all your fucking fault!" She screams into her face, kicking at the taller girl's knees so that her feet dangle from the floor and all her weight is being supported by Clio's palm against her windpipe. "Why won't you just fucking die! I swear I'll do it right now."

Katniss shakes her head as frantically as she can with her range of movement obstructed by Clio's strength, an utterance of a 'please' slipping from her mouth.

"You took everything from me!" Clio continues to shout, "You couldn't have just killed the bread boy like you were supposed to or just been fucking grateful for once in your life?"

Katniss begins to claw at her hand, drawing blood as she desperately tries to break free and communicate with Finnick and Haymitch who are attempting to pull Clio off of her to no avail as they fear that the woman will rip her throat out if they even attempt to use her short stature against her and lift her off the ground. Katniss gasps for air, collapsing to the floor and grasping her neck in reprieve as she wills the air to return to her lungs. Finnick, careful not to further anger an already enraged Clio, gently places her feet back down on the floor as Katniss stands again, "I was just trying to survive."

"Oh boo fucking hoo, Everdeen." Clio mocks, "The world doesn't revolve around you and your desperate attempts to steal everyone's personality."

"I didn't-"

"Cato is gone. My parents are dead. Clove is dead!" Clio screams, willing herself not to let tears fall with her anger.

"Clove was a cruel, sociopathic narcissist that enjoyed the thrill of killing children." Haymitch rasps.

"She was a child. You're conveniently forgetting she was fifteen."

"She was a menace to society and I'm glad she's dead." He snarls back

Finnick's hands clutch Clio's shoulders once more, as Haymitch takes a step back from the girl lunging towards him with a venomous glint in her eyes.

"Don't you fucking speak about her." Clio shouts, pointing her finger at Haymitch.

"She tried to kill me. You tried to kill me." Katniss protests. "Besides I didn't kill her, Thresh did."

"And then Ajax killed him and you killed Ajax. Don't you think I know how it happened? I've watched it nearly everyday for the past year." When Katniss looks shocked, Clio continues, jabbing her finger angrily in Katniss' direction.

"She was my sister. MY SISTER! Not yours, not anyone else's. Mine. And you're the reason she's dead!"

[levithestripper]

Little Darlin’ Whore

✩ Masterlist! ✩

✩ Warnings: Possibly GN!Reader, AFAB terms (pussy/cunt; no boob talk), not necessarily a female reader since there’s no use of she/her pronouns, low-honor Arthur, degradation kink, dirty talk, bondage/light bdsm, dom/sub tones, established relationship, established safeword ✩

✩ Taglist: @reddeadrevolutionn, @leech-in-a-peach, @floup-doodles, @mesangelique, @the-1-sin-bin✩

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✩ Length: 1.4k || Read on Ao3 ✩

✩ A/N: kinktober day 8 & 9: blindfolds + bondage!! I combined these two prompts since they're so similar. rather than writing two fics with basically the same premise, this seemed easier! and because i’m behind in my writing so I wanted to give myself a break lmao. Maybe if I feel up to it, I'll add another prompt so I have a full 31. Who knows lol. But anyways—here’s more rdr2 content for y’all! And i hc that low-honor arthur uses a lot of slang and has an even heavier louisianian accent—i know, crazy right—so that’s why he’s always droppin’ g’s and other parts of his words more in this fic ✩

Arthur could find little to write home about when talking about the Valentine Hotel. The floors creaked, the bathwater was never warm, and the soap they provided smelled like pigshit. And that’s ignoring how horrendously thin the walls are. Sometimes he contemplates if setting up camp in the middle of fucking nowhere would be more peaceful than having to listen to the hotel’s working girls all night long.

But this time, the tables had turned in his favor. Now, it was Arthur who would be keeping his neighbors up all night. Let’s just say that he feels absolutely no shame in it either. Arthur has you lying on your back, legs spread, and your wrists handcuffed to the spindles on the headboard. You were completely naked compared to Arthur, who still had on his pants and belt. He wore the key to the handcuffs ‘round his neck, the beautiful silver metal contrasting with his tan, scar-riddled skin, and thick chest hair. His patterned bandana covered your eyes, leaving you even more vulnerable to Arthur’s actions.

“Darlin’, you’re clenchin’ so goddamn tight ‘round my fingers,” Arthur teases with a sneer, not caring that it was lost on you. He had been working you up and down and up and down for so long at this point, your brain almost turned entirely into mush. “You really need it that bad, huh? S’My hand ser’sly makin’ you feel that fuckin’ good?” he taunts. His middle and ring fingers sat nicely inside you, his knuckles flush against your folds. Slick ran down the back of his hand like a river, cross-crossing against the prominent veins there.

You were incapable of forming words, let alone a full sentence. All that came out was a gibberish moan, and even that was hard to understand. The feeling of him all around you was overwhelming. Arthur was the only thing grounding you to the mortal plane; if it weren't for his touch, you’d be out in wonderland somewhere. Being restrained caused each drag of his thick, calloused fingers to feel three times more pleasurable than normal. Maybe Arthur really did have a reason to tie you up, other than the power trip it gave him.

He snickers at your futile effort, fingers shifting faster as a response. “Goddamn, darlin’. Yer drippin’ all over me an gettin’ the bed dirty.” He licks his chapped lips as if he were a tiger tucking into a fresh kill. “Just wait ‘till you have’ta explain to the maids why it looks like we took a bath in the damn bed.” You grow wetter simply from his words, proving him right when they stain the bed too. “Awww,” he chuckles, “Look at that. The little darlin’ whore’s doin’ everything I thought they would.” Arthur leans over you, a large forearm resting next to your head. “You better not go out an start bein’ a whore for just anyone now, ya’ hear?” Arthur growls against your ear, his ego growing impossibly larger when he sees you flustered because of him. “The only one allo’ed ta’ use this cunt of yours, is me,” he pulls his fingers out of you to cup your pussy in the palm of his hand. “Who’s this belong to, hm?”

Somehow by the grace of God, you managed to pull together an answer. “Yo—You—You! Oh, fuck—fuck me, please, Arthur—Arthur—oh my God! S’Good, can’t—!” you stumble over your words constantly, barely even getting the sentence out in a somewhat timely manner. You pull against your restraints, unhappy with how you couldn’t run your hands through Arthur’s hair or yank and scratch at the bedsheets beneath you. “Out!”

“Oh, sweetheart, you know the rules,” he said patronizingly while two fingers slipped back inside of your thoroughly used hole. “I won’t be stoppin’ ‘till you say that special word. You wanna say it, hon? You wanna tap out now, before even getting the chance ta’ cum?” Arthur knew there was no real distress behind your begging. If you truly wanted him to stop, you would've safeworded a long time ago. You shake your head no, silently admitting the truth to him. “Aww, I knew that already, darlin’. You know there ain't no way to get somethin’ over my head, honey.” By now his hand was practically flying in and out of you. Slick flew everywhere every time Arthur’s knuckles met your hips. His hand was soaked up to his wrist; it looked like he had stuck it in a bowl of lube.

Your orgasm grew close again, the previously ruined ones making this one feel all the sweeter the closer it got. Your mouth hung open like the cheap whore Arthur said you were, drool trickling out of the corners. “Arthur, Arth—please—Arthur! I can’t—” you choke on your own words, too many trying to be said all at once. “—I can’t hold it! Plea-Please! Please, ple-please let me cum! I’ll—I am—good, I’ve been so good, please!” Your cunt spasms around his thick fingers; showing off how intense your impending climax was turning out to be—if he doesn’t ruin it—that is.

The pads of Arthur’s fingers rub harshly at your sweet spot. He leans back on his calves so he could regain use of his other arm; his palm pressing down on your abdomen, just above your cunt. The added pressure was all you needed to fall over the edge, the tension in your belly unfurling as your orgasm washes over you. “Yeah, that’s it, darlin’. That’s it, cum all o’er my fingers,” he croons, his hand never stopping their now overstimulating thrusts.

Your whole body shook and shivered, your toes curling, and legs folding up as far as they would go. It felt nigh impossible for you to cum any harder than you already were, but then you felt it. The sensation was hard to describe, but it left too fast for you to pinpoint a word for it. The moment it left, your eyes rolled back into your skull, and your muscles seized up. A clear liquid shot out of you and onto Arthur’s chest, soon descending to his waist and thighs, thoroughly soaking anything it touched. The sheer force of your orgasm pushed Arthur’s fingers out of you, but it didn't stop him from touching you. He rubbed at your folds quickly, helping you ride out your climax.

Arthur was silent for the entirety of your spectacle. The sight left him too in awe to degrade or tease you. All that was running through his mind was ‘Holy fuck, I made them do that.’ There wasn’t even a need for him to unzip and pull himself free from the constraints of his pants; Arthur jizzed in his boxers like a teenager who saw a girl in a swimsuit for the first time in his life. The moment you came down from your high, however, he was already halfway done with untying his bandana and unlocking the handcuffs. Arthur sat you on his lap carefully, lacing his hands with yours. He ran his thumbs over your knuckles and rubbed your sore wrists, doing his best to comfort you as you recouped. “I didn’ know you could do that, darlin’,” he mumbled, his voice soft and gentle like it usually is.

Your chest heaved from how out of breath you were. The steady rise and fall of it would’ve aroused Arthur if he hadn’t just finished an intense scene with you. “I didn’ know I could do that either.” His consistent doting helped keep you tethered securely to Earth. Who knows where you’d end up if he were to let go. You lean against his chest, the warmth enveloping you with promises of sweet, dreamless sleep.

Careful not to disturb you, Arthur gathers you in his arms after you fall asleep and carries you to the conjoining bathroom, where a bathtub of pre-filled warm water sits waiting for you both. It wasn’t a long bath, given that you’re still unconscious, and Arthur’s yearning to get back in bed as quickly as possible. He scrubs any dirt or fluids off of you with a fluffy washcloth, ensuring not to hurt you in the slightest. After, he bundled you up in an equally as fluffy towel to dry you off in; before finally getting you dressed in your pajamas. Arthur wraps you up in a new towel to keep you warm while he washes and changes, still managing to keep a diligent eye on you at all times. He also promptly changed the bedsheets before picking you up again and going back to bed. The moment he pulls the covers over both of your shoulders, you scoot as close to him as possible, face nuzzling into his chest unconsciously, pulling a hearty chuckle out of Arthur. “G’Night, darlin’. Dream of good things, okay?” he whispers, pushing a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. “I love you.”

[midasbutred]

If I Loved You Less, I Might be Able to Talk about it More

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Tagged: Angst no comfort, cheating, & insecurities

Author Note: This is my first time writing on Tumblr, and English is not my first language, so I hope my writing is worthy enough to be enjoyed. Honestly I'm not really sure anyone will read this, lmao, but since I love angst and Leon Kennedy so much, I'm writing this as an outpouring of my thoughts. As in the tags I have written, this story may contain content that you don't like and you may not read it. Reader discretion advised.

Summary: They say the end is coming sooner. But the end's already here for you. Part: Part 1 | Part 2 (HERE)

Part 2 | I Remember When You Called Me Beautiful

The sound of the waves was soothing as the heart in the recesses was beating fast. Finding the figure that had recently caused blush to appear on the cheeks was very close. Yes, the young man who had just finished his training as an impromptu government agent, Leon Kennedy, was standing right beside Y/N.

Come to think of it, Y/N doesn't describe herself as someone who falls in love easily. But, when she dared to look at the figure beside her who was bowed his head with red ears, there was a strange turmoil in her. The tickling excitement is fun to feel.

When the young man beside her raised his head and their gazes met each other. Time seemed to stop running for the two of them. However, the rolling waves that brush the feet on the shoreline bring them back to their senses.

Leon cleared his throat with a flushed face, seemed to be considering what he was going to say. While Y/N was too impressed with the young man's face, of course Leon had a face that could be categorized as beautiful with his facial contours and irises as blue as the sea.

"So, what made you invite me here, Mr. Kennedy?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. Or as an effort to make herself aware not to drown in those blue eyes.

There was movement in Leon's neck muscles after hearing that question. Gulped. Leon broke eye contact and saw his feet on the white sand. "I know this is ridiculous and maybe it's not the right time to have these feelings," paused, Leon dared to look at the other person, "But, I really like you, Y/N."

For a moment, the sound of the waves was just the background that filled the silence. Leon with an expression that seemed relieved after expressing his feelings and anxiously waiting for the other person's reaction. While Y/N seemed to digest the words she had just heard.

Ten seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Y/N looked away, staring far into the yellow sea reflecting the setting sun. silence. Leon waited anxiously (if only the young man knew his face looked like a lost puppy).

"Y/N?" called Leon worried. Which was then heard a low laugh from the other person, making Leon even more confused.

"I'm sorry," Y/N said after she stopped laughing. She turned to the young man beside her. She didn't say anything right away, too fond of the expression on Leon's face who was anxiously waiting for her reaction. "So what do you want next Mr. Kennedy?"

Leon blinked a few times. The red blush was back on his face. "I," his voice was low, his expression seemed to sort out the words he was about to say.

Y/N waited patiently without taking her eyes off Leon.

"D-do you want to be my girlfriend, Y/N?" the sentence came out in one breath, although it stuttered a little at the beginning of the word.

Y/N smiled after hearing that request. To be honest, she never thought about being in a relationship. But it felt different then, for some reason she wanted to do it with a Leon. So she answered yes.

Leon took a deep breath. It was as if an invisible weight has been lifted after hearing the answer to his confession.

"Mr. Kennedy, can I kiss you?"

Hearing the sudden request, made his heartbeat stop for a moment. Leon's face suddenly turned red. "Please call me Leon," he replied which for some reason didn't match the question asked.

However, Y/N didn't see any rejection from her new lover's expression. Therefore, she closed the distance between them, cupped the beautiful face with both hands and brought their lips together.

The kiss was innocent, like two teenagers kissing their first love for the first time.

Two of Leon's hands wrapped around Y/N's small waist, holding their bodies together even though his legs were now as limp as jelly.

Y/N pulled away, parting their kiss. They both looked at each other with Y/N's hands still covering her new boyfriend's beautiful face, while Leon's hands were still embracing Y/N's small waist. Regulate the rhythm of the breath that had been hunting.

"Y/N, you're beautiful," Leon said quietly without taking his eyes off her.

Those words sounded so cheesy but at that moment made thousands of butterflies tickle Y/N's stomach. However, at that time she didn't realize the lightness of the words that had been thrown at her.

[067supremacy]

Ok! This has been a loooong time coming, but I finally got round to finishing it. This may have some mistakes in it as my lazy ass didn't check through, lmao. Anyway! I hope you enjoy :)

Her Maiden - Alcina Dimitrescu

Tw: Smut, smut, and some more smut.

18+!!

The dark halls of the castle stretch for miles; the place was a maze, but you had it memorised like the back of your hand. A cool chill runs down your spine, causing you to shiver and rub at the exposed skin of your short-sleeved arm.

You hurry along the stone flooring; the click of your heels do little to mask your panic, but when it came to this family, you knew better than to keep them waiting. You can already hear the impatient call of your name from the leader herself. Fear strikes you as you wonder if today was the day you received a punishment.

The thick red liquid you carry is heavy. The sloshing drink was a request from Lady Dimitrescu, which you immediately tended to. However, there had been a delay when you accidentally collided with one of the daughters. Your life flashed before your eyes, but to your surprise, they were lenient with you. They even went as far as to allow you back on your way without as much as a threat, which you had witnessed many times for far less.

As you enter the master bedroom, the place of rest for Alcina Dimitrescu. She exhales the smoke she was holding in and stands from her colossal seat. Her face doesn't look impressed, and you weigh the options of getting punished or running there and then. But you had heard the stories of others who ran; it became a game, almost like cat and mouse. The girls would chase and hunt you down until they could squeeze out every last drop of your blood.

"My dear, you had me worried that you would never come back, " Alcina Says in her sultry voice, the same voice that could run a chill down your spine every day of the week. Alcina seems surprised to find you panting and sweating from the effort you put into making it back on time. Seeing you like this brings other kinds of thoughts to her head; she was thirsty, that's for sure, but it was no longer for the wine; she wanted you. And what Lady Dimitrescu wants, she damn well gets. Not that you wouldn't accept what happens just shortly after this encounter.

"You have been such a good maiden, recently. How about a reward for my favourite pet?" Alcina struts to your position, eyeing you from head to toe; she loves your shy behaviour, and under her lustful gaze, you certainly feel shy. She takes the wine from you and takes your hand in hers. She kisses your hand and leads you to her bed; that candlelit room provides a romantic atmosphere. Alcina's sweet perfume is just the right amount to keep it from being too overpowering.

"Do you want this, pet?" Lady D breathes out slowly and takes a step back to admire your beauty and give you the required space to say no if necessary. But no wasn't an option; you wanted this, you want Alcina.

You nod in response, but that isn't enough for Alcina. She prefers to hear this type of thing, almost as much as she will love to listen to your whimpers when they arrive. Alcina tuts her disappointment at you shaking her head playfully while she is at it. Her long slender fingers rest at her hips, but how you long for them to be wrapped around your neck or maybe touching you in a place so sacred, you can only dream of the sensation.

"Tell me what you want, pet, " lady Dimitrescu whispers as she pours some of the wine into her crystal glass with the Dimitrescu emblem glossed into the side.

The way she intimidates you is the most attractive part. A woman of class and with great style. Her choice of music was always a pleasant one. The different types of perfume she wears are always delightful on your nose. She is beautiful from head to toe, and there is a lot of her in between. You weigh up the options you have, but the one thing you can't do is leave her waiting. Your answers run through your mind like a marathon runner, but eventually, you land on one that is sure to please the lady of the castle.

"I- I want you." you nervously say; you begin to play with your fingers and divert your gaze in any direction that doesn't include Alcina. Your speech was low, Alcina heard what you said, but for the prospect of bothering the game at stake, Alcina asks you to repeat what you had said.

"I want you," you say again, this time with more force behind your voice. You still hesitate to look her way. Soon, that isn't an option as she places a gloved pointer finger under your chin and raises your head to look her dead in the eyes. The eyes that hold so much passion, but something else twinkles in the depths of her eyes, love.

She softly coos while lowering herself to become face to face with you. The position seems uncomfortable for her, but for you, it was pushed aside immediately without a second thought. You are confident that if someone walks in now, they will find this picture highly amusing, although you doubt their eyes would remain in their sockets should they say anything.

It's the softest pair of lips you can imagine that make contact with yours, a feather flowing through the gentle breeze of a dream location. You sink into a place of bliss; all your worries disappear at the touch of her cherry red lips on yours. At first, you stand stiff while trying to figure out what was happening, but you relax and begin to kiss back as eagerly as Lady Dimitrescu is.

Alcina swipes her tongue along your lip, she doesn't beg for anything, but this was as close as it got. She so badly wanted to taste you on her tongue, a particular taste could wait, but for now, the tip of her tongue drags along yours as they meet in a glorious kiss. You moan slightly at the sensation which is captured in Alcina's mouth; the two of you move in sync with one another; Alcina is gentle, something you appreciate immensely, given her reputation. You feel her hand glide up your leg agonisingly slow; you throb with need, and Alcina can sense this, but the game is all too amusing now. Her hand was entirely up your dress, and her fingers reached the hem of your underwear.

"I could smell you, now I can feel you." Lady Dimitrescu whispers against your lips as she runs her index and middle finger over the damp fabric of your underwear. She teasingly massages you; Alcina soaks up every little sound you make as this gives her the ultimate pleasure. She can feel your blood heating up deliciously, something she takes a strong liking to.

"m-miss, P-please." you whine into the crock of her neck where she holds your head.

Alcina retracts her fingers at your beg, taking her gloves off to show this is moving forward and holds her two digits in front of your face; she taps your lips, and you instantly know what she is asking for. You open your mouth and willingly let her two digits rest on your tongue. You encircle them in the heat of your mouth and lathe your tongue around them; when you make eye contact with Alcina, she almost breaks face and crumbles in front of you, but she wills through your seductive actions.

Eventually, she pulls her fingers from your mouth and sets about going to her actual destination. With your spit slicked on her fingers, she pulls your underwear down and finally places them at your entrance. Alcina pushes into your tight hole; the tall woman is careful; she treats you like a fragile vase, but seeing you in pleasure rather than pain, she moves slowly, letting you enjoy the drag of her fingers against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck, t-that feels s - so good." you whimper out as her thumb plays with your clit. Her head moves to place her mouth on your neck; you know how dangerous this situation is. She could bite into your neck at any time, but being overwhelmed with pleasure makes the worry subside before it even starts. Her tongue swipes up the centre of your neck, making you shiver; she makes your body feel electric.

"Don't be quiet; make me proud, pet." Alcina husks into your neck. The more time goes on, the harder she pumps her fingers; the soaked sound emitting from your downstairs region is enough to make Alcina growl; she loves the sound of getting you closer and closer to your high. You don't disappoint the lady. You let out various high pitched moans to tell her that the spot she was slamming into was just right. You feel a heat rising in your stomach, a bubbling feeling that builds like a pressure gauge. The higher it gets, the better you feel. Your legs begin to shake, and Alcina's name sprays from your lips uncontrollably. Just as you are about to tip over the edge, she pulls her fingers from your soaked pussy and chuckles to herself at your need to be fucked.

"Oh, honey. Not yet, I haven't even got to taste you yet."

Alcina brings out her steel claws; much to your surprise, for a split second, you worried about your life. However, she gently places the tip of her blade at the neckline of your dress and slowly slices down. She is cautious in this process, always making sure the dress is slightly lifted from your skin. She finishes her masterpiece; you lay there completely naked, sweaty and panting from the adventures, you spread your legs to give Alcina the best view, you see her lick her lips at the sight of your needy behaviour, how she loves this more than life itself.

With your dress cut in half and spread on either side of your body, you make the mistake of reaching your hand down to touch yourself. This wasn't well-received by the leader of the Dimitrescu bloodline. She quickly slaps your hand away and places a large hand around your throat. The look in her eyes had changed; this was a predator vs prey situation, and you knew your role in that. Her eyes were pitch black with lust but jealousy of the thought of anyone-including you- finishing you off. Your airwaves are trapped for moment, but Alcina knows what she is doing. It's just the right amount of pressure not to harm you but add the effect of danger. Retracting her claws, she gives your breast a harsh slap before soothing it out with her mouth. She sucks, licks, and nibbles, much to your pleasure. You throb with need; the wetness between your legs begins to drip down the curve of your ass.

Alcina takes pity on you, her needy little maiden. Still choking you slightly, she kisses down your perfect body until her warm breath is on your centre; she starts with a kiss, coating her lips in your juices; you chance to look down and catch a glimpse of her licking her lips.

"Mm, divine, my sweetheart." Alcina moans before licking your pussy with her enormous tongue. You fall into complete euphoria. Alcina is amazing; her tongue laps up your juice before entering your heat, the slurping sounds from down your body has your back rising as far as it would allow. Alcina places your legs over her shoulders to get the best angle for you and places both hands on your hips to steady you; from here, she shows no mercy. Fucking you like only she could, and God, does she fuck you. From quiet whimpers to loud screams, you put a smile on the cherry red lips of Alcina. Chants of her name echo around the room, and most likely the entire castle, it doesn't take much, but you are back on the edge you were hanging off of before.

You cry out what is to come, Alcina is far too aware of what is building inside you, but she wants you to let go. She sticks to her task, and before you know it, a burst of ecstasy shoots through your entire being; you shake like a leaf in the arms of the woman who took you in. Lady Dimitrescu builds her way up to your face, leaving kisses along the way. She pulls you into her chest and relaxes you completely. The last thing you hear before drifting into a deep sleep is, "I want to be the lady of this castle with you by my side."

[blossomingbellflower]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Kalisto/Kali/Kiki/Mari/Pocky 

PRONOUNS: she / her / hers

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tagged posts/tags or disco. I sometimes don’t see IMs.

NAME OF MUSE(S): Hisana Kuchiki [low activity] Koga Kuchiki [inactive] Jaken[inactive], Inukimi, Mari [OC--active on disco], Kikyou, Tomoe Yukishiro

RP EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): years >.> 

BEST EXPERIENCE: In general, I tend to lose a lot of my ship partners due to deleting, falling out, losing their muses etc. I lose more than I retain. However, there are some that are still around and actively reply often or make art of our muses --it gets me all soft in the feels. I appreciate them very much ;u;.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: I have no problem making starters etc but if I am doing all the reaching out after we’ve known each other for so long or I get very little to work with in the threads time after time, I’d get frustrated. It would indicate there is no interest. Rping is a two way street full of communication and effort on both parties. Another would be metagaming and responding to things that a character should not know. Or changing the character so drastically in a super short space of time that it is unrealistic or does not make sense, especially if unplotted. It is forcing it and takes away from actual development, character bonding and growth. God modding and meta gaming can happen sometimes unintentionally, which is fair. But continuously god modding or meta gaming can be a turn off.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: All three is fine with me. Sometimes my muses chooses violence..sometimes they want fluff which can lead to smut but not always. It depends on the muse, the strength of their relationship to the other and the mun of the other.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I like to say short replies especially when muse and mood is low but somehow it turns into a novel. If my muse is high then it’s all good but lmao I aim to do short or small things and it turns into essays. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE: usually the night or when I am super motivated/have muse. Lately muses have been on the low, low end.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): maybe in one or two ways? They are clearly more diligent, disciplined, determined, gorgeous and lovable. I am just a potato who potates. 

Stole it from a banana: @hirako5hinji​

Tagging: @fangsofdestruction @theunknownmasks @incandescentreinvention @crownlcsking​   @orecrowned​ @queenharumiura​ @blaschoice​ & whoever else c:

[reluctanx]

𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉 >> CLASS 1-B. || Fem!s/o

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: neito monoma, itsuka kendo, sen kaibara, ibara shiozaki, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, reiko yanagi, setsuna tokage

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 (𝙎) : n/a [?]

-Neito Monoma

!! 🧺 | he’s actually very sweet, just a bit playful with you

!! 🧺 | he cracks joke just to make you laugh because your smile means EVERYTHING to him

!! 🧺 | i’m pretty sure he’s a nerd at color theory and would ALWAYS point out how beautiful your eyes are. even if it has a darker shade, he just knows that it’s a beautiful color that he loves so much

!! 🧺 | he doesn’t let other people touch his bunnies besides kendo, you may also be the exception

!! 🧺 | overly dramatic because he knows you can’t possibly, truly handle his bullshit

!! 🧺 | his teenager crush on you is so adorable, because he’s always in denial. or refuses to admit he have a crush on you

!! 🧺 | seeing that you’re not comparing him to a villain because of his quirk, wether it’s a joke or not. you automatically gain a part of his trust and respect. deadass

!! 🧺 | he bullies people for a reason, and you better deal with that

!! 🧺 | very argumentative, trying to fight with him with controversial topics is useless

!! 🧺 | LET. HIM. TOUCH. YO. HAIR………. pls

!! 🧺 | even if he tries, he can’t keep up late at night. HE WILL fall asleep, so sometimes you’ll be left on read accidentally-

!! 🧺 | when texting… he’s a total different person omg

!! 🧺 | no because if your seat is next to his, he will pass you the answers for the math exam.. (don’t lie, i know you’re a total dogshit at this subject. )

!! 🧺 | he’s a real big fan of Vlad king so you better be prepared seeing some of his merch in his closet

!! 🧺 | seeing you in his clothes makes him feel weird. he’ll try to make fun of you but he’s just really flustered to look at cha’ i swear

!! 🧺 | it’s rare to see him swear, so when he do so.. dear god..

!! 🧺 | HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BODY SHAPE, SIZE OR WHATEVER, HE LOVES YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND HE WILL REMIND YOU THAT

!! 🧺 | “you love me o’ sooo much it makes you look stupid.”

!! 🧺 | “don’t tell kendo about this, but i like you. for real.”

!! 🧺 | pronouns first with this man, pronouns = priority, pronouns respected. period.

!! 🧺 | he would be such a simp for you..

!! 🧺 | not obsessive or possesive, per se just jealous in a healthy way

!! 🧺 | “i’m literally a low quality version of bakugo.”

!! 🧺 | THEATRICAL, AS FUCK.

-Itsuka Kendo

!! 🧸 | SHE’S LITERALLY A SWEET HEART *SOBS SOBS*

!! 🧸 | she acts like your big sister sometimes.

!! 🧸 | she’s so shy and intimidated when she gets to date you bro..

!! 🧸 | your hero name? your hero costume? gives no shit, she find everything about you AMAZING.

!! 🧸 | you’re the little spoon, don’t prove me wrong, you’re the little spoon

!! 🧸 | she finds you so cute (especially if you have chubby cheeks, cause like uuuUhhh…)

!! 🧸 | she dresses you up when ya’ll get a girl days

!! 🧸 | she doesn’t know how to cook, depending on your cooking skills; either you get to cook or ya’ll order sum shit idk

!! 🧸 | she have a whole romantic cottagecore playlist dedicated for you whenever she thinks about you i swear.

!! 🧸 | you participates in her activity of : “knocking-down-neito-whenever-hes-been-an-ass”

!! 🧸 | can’t even afford to scold you the first time ya’ll meet, you’re so beautiful *sob sob*

!! 🧸 | if you’re in a social group space, you’re her favourite person, ya’ll are the duo of the friend group

!! 🧸 | “can’t sleep? that’s okay me too.”

!! 🧸 | picky, very picky eater. ya’ll may have trouble ordering something.

!! 🧸 | you’re the ticklish person, she’s the tickler. if you’re not, she’ll helplessly try to tickle you..-

!! 🧸 | “SPIDER, SPIDER!!”

!! 🧸 | your luck booster, i stg

!! 🧸 | she likes seeing you with fake cat ears, you look so adorable in her perspective

!! 🧸 | “LET’S WATCH A DISNEY MOVIE!!”

!! 🧸 | fast typer when texting.

!! 🧸 | you’re her angel, you are.

!! 🧸 | wants to be a make-up artist somedays.. so you better be ready and prepare to be a mannequin.

!! 🧸 | “you’re so weird *faces you* you’re so weird.”

!! 🧸 | 256 HOURS LONG OF TALK AND CHATS WHEN SHE ENCOUNTERS A LONG TIME FRIEND AT THE MALL

!! 🧸 | she wants to be a princess, your princess

!! 🧸 | SAY THAT YOU LOVE HER HAIR AND SHE WILL FLUSH

!! 🧸 | “why are you so pretty 🥺’

!! 🧸 | cottagecore lesbians :)

!! 🧸 | holding your hands + kisses + pecks on the lips, physical affection <<<<<<<<

!! 🧸 | gives you her stuffies, trust me she have LOADS of stuffies

!! 🧸 | BLUSHES SO HARD WHEN YOU WEAR HER CLOTHES

Sen Kaibara

!! 📢 | you don’t understand, the amount of love he holds for you is HUGE!

!! 📢 | fairly confident when he’s fighting by your side, you give him confidence..

!! 📢 | bad habits to compare your beauty with his

!! 📢 | trying to make him blush? oh honey, you don’t have to try once you have a relationship with him..

!! 📢 | his smile <<<<<<<<<<<<<

!! 📢 | usually quiet but tends to be talkative ONLY to you

!! 📢 | his heart beats faster and faster when you get close to him, but his face says 😐

!! 📢 | “kiss me already, dummy”

!! 📢 | really likes anime actually, ya’ll watch animes or read mangas sometimes :)

!! 📢 | *strokes strokes, scrubs scrubs your hair gently*

!! 📢 | thinks you look so cute in his clothes but doesn’t mention it

!! 📢 | secretly tries to get one of the things you crave for (an item, celebrity’s autograph idk sum shit)

!! 📢 | mockery against you? not on his watch.

!! 📢 | his love language is physical touch *sobs sobs*

!! 📢 | rubs your hand gently to calm you down when you feel anxious

!! 📢 | old times french love songs of edith piaf is his jam..

!! 📢 | hopeless romantic :c

!! 📢 | insecure? not on his watch,

!! 📢 | gives you his juice box to you and only to you

!! 📢 | you’re his first kiss

!! 📢 | BEST HUG GIVER

!! 📢 | the type to put your hair behind your ears

!! 📢 | “you’re my everything..”

!! 📢 | KISSES YOUR CHEEKS INTENSIVELY

!! 📢 | loves to feel euphoric, you make him euphoric

!! 📢 | you get the blower during summer lmao

!! 📢 | buys you loads of icecreams during summer

!! 📢 | go to the heater side during winter, right now, right here.

!! 📢 | everything you ask somethinh, he’ll answer instantly

!! 📢 | want something? dont worry, sen gotchu’

!! 📢 | SIMP

!! 📢 | wants to be someone truly meaningful to you

!! 📢 | you make him feel special for doing literally nothing

!! 📢 | he loves you, so so much.

Ibara Shiozaki

!! 🌱| literally the momo yaoyorazu of class 1-b but more theatrical

!! 🌱| you kinda just already knew that she have a preference for girls

!! 🌱| “mo- mother nature? what kind of silly things are you spouting out of that mouth of yours…”

!! 🌱| you are literally babied by her

!! 🌱| good baker and easily make your favorite dish/dessert

!! 🌱| you’re her top priority, and she carefully pays attention to you. deadass, she’s the type to wipe your mouth with her favorite tissue while she’s talking about a serious matter with her teamates bro

!! 🌱| she’s such a nerd in the rom-com industry, and gets pretty shy when you proceed to do something that is similar to a scene about one of her few rom-com movies. (ex: kadebon)

!! 🌱| she laughs so easily..

!! 🌱| “you’re so precious.”

!! 🌱| she showed all the symptoms of “crushing” back then, and you already knew that.

!! 🌱| everytime you hype her up, she smiles widely

!! 🌱| she’s so gift giving, she can’t leave you without giving you a gift first

!! 🌱| all the gifts you gave her stays safe and sound in her room

!! 🌱| “i might never be your hero, but i’ll be the winner of your heart.”

!! 🌱| she wants you to wear her clothes so ya’ll can match :)

!! 🌱| she’s quite wealthy, so she buys you some expensive gifts that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| always wrap her arms around you everywhere

!! 🌱| teases you but a lot

!! 🌱| she likes to do gardening stuff with you

!! 🌱| full knowledge on plants, every flowers she offers you was because of a characteristic that reminds her of you

!! 🌱| her efforts to be committed in your relationship is so visible

!! 🌱| always slips a little ‘I love you” everydays

!! 🌱| your love, affection and attention is enough to repay her for her consistent efforts.

!! 🌱| gets easily jealous but tries to hide it, but you obviously can tell due to her uncontrollable blush

!! 🌱| as she is so gift giving, you’ll try to argue with her saying she doesn’t need to give her this much gifts

!! 🌱| she gets overwhelmed when you make out of an exam/mission

!! 🌱| loves to give you a head massage while reading a book

!! 🌱| come and stargaze with her >:|

!! 🌱| kisses the back of your hand

!! 🌱| show you off when she have the chance to

!! 🌱| compared to what you may have assumed, she puts a lot of trust in her words when showin’ you off.

!! 🌱| “everyday and everynight, you make me happy just by thinking of your silly little face.”

!! 🌱| HELPS YOU WITH HOMEWORK

!! 🌱| SLEEPOVERS!!

!! 🌱| she felt insecure about her hair, so the fact that you had he audacity to pet her head made her fall inlove with you.

!! 🌱| gets genuinely confused when you laugh at her dramatic behavior

!! 🌱| her humor is kinda bad, so she may laugh at the stupidest thing ever

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

!! 🦈| oh boy, everything would be so wild with him

!! 🦈| you cannot leave the room without giving him a hug first

!! 🦈| awkward, like really

!! 🦈| “you’re the most coolest— beautifulest—…uuh.. person!”

!! 🦈| doesn’t academically succeed a lot, but puts a lot of efforts in his works. every praises you give him makes him smile

!! 🦈| makes you laugh without him knowing

!! 🦈| please, he probably starts to laugh when you start talking too fast because he doesn’t understand-

!! 🦈| in summer, he turns his arms into steel so you can grip against it (since steel is usually cold)

!! 🦈| probably have adhd

!! 🦈| loves to caress your cheeks

!! 🦈| sometimes kisses your little fingers for fun

!! 🦈| buddies to lover trope :D

!! 🦈| uses kaomoji than emojis

!! 🦈| his favorite song is teenage dirtbag

!! 🦈| he requires a good listener as his s/o, because he is a very talkative person and bring numerous topics and persons at the same time when talking to him

!! 🦈| “you’re extra-beautiful..”

!! 🦈| offers a fish related plushie

!! 🦈| shows off his abs for you

!! 🦈| two dumb hoes doing shit trope

!! 🦈| “you kinda remind me of an otter..?

!! 🦈| “wanna be a teenage dirtbag with me?”

!! 🦈| he calls you the popular girl of the school for a reason.. 😭

!! 🦈| calls you tetsutetsu junior when you wear his clothes

!! 🦈| openly admit that ya’ll are in a relationship to everyone

!! 🦈| is actually ticklish himself-

!! 🦈| loves to kiss your forehead

!! 🦈| loves to point out how cute you are

!! 🦈| definitely introduces you to fatgum and kirishima

!! 🦈| he can’t really came up with a petname.. so he’ll give you stupid ones

!! 🦈| as you can tell, he’s clearly not experienced but he tries, for you :)

!! 🦈| okay but power couple

!! 🦈| “if you steal the blankets, i am about to put my cold feets on you.”

!! 🦈| gets out of hands when he’s too excited

!! 🦈| gives you back hugs when you’re not feeling well

!! 🦈| best caregiver 🥺

!! 🦈| adores you

!! 🦈| play games with you :)

!! 🦈| sends you stupid note under the door whenever you’re taking a shit-

Reiko Yanagi

!! 👻|| you managed to get on her soft side when you told her that she wasn’t weird in any ways

!! 👻|| very quiet and patient with you

!! 👻|| really doesn’t wish to disturb or scare you, but she can’t let go of you — you were so nice

!! 👻|| when you tease her.. she’s a blushing mess

!! 👻|| you’re the only person she hangs most of her time with

!! 👻||she thinks that you’re so, so cool.

!! 👻|| doesn’t know how to react to all of your compliments, just knows how to cuddle

!! 👻|| she makes you listen to her favorite genre of music

!! 👻|| she tries her best to make your relationship with her dynamic as possible!

!! 👻|| with that say, praising is one of her top quality

!! 👻|| as much as she doesn’t know how to handle your praise, she can slap you back with her

!! 👻||”hey.. how abour we kiss? uh- um.. if- if you want to.”

!! 👻|| is actually a good kisser-

!! 👻|| her only way to calm you down was to kiss you when you get overwhelmed

!! 👻|| reiko is a really good listener and would literally listen to your 5 hours long story as she stare at you the whole time

!! 👻|| when you mention that her bags were really cool… good job bro, now she loves you

!! 👻|| SHE’S SO CLINGY, LIKE REALLY CLINGY

!! 👻|| unexpectedly good in video games

!! 👻|| “w-whoa.. i didn’t expected you to wear my clothes..you look adorable..”

!! 👻|| gets truly passionate when talking about paranormal facts

!! 👻|| she loves to play with the strands of your hair

!! 👻|| quality time <<<<<<<<

!! 👻|| would always remind you how beautiful you are

!! 👻|| once you have her sweater wrapped around your body, it’s officially yours now because she says so

!! 👻|| soft spokesperson with you bro..

!! 👻|| seems more confident when texting

!! 👻|| she loves taking pictures of you

!! 👻|| she probably wanted to make you visit the beach during the sunset

!! 👻|| she’s so proud of you..

!! 👻|| “oh, you deserve all of the praises of the world.”

!! 👻|| can’t even look at you in the eyes,, you’re so CUTE!!

!! 👻|| never leave you alone, never will or would

!! 👻|| always grips on your shirt so that you don’t get to be lost in a mission

!! 👻|| regularly checks up on you

!! 👻|| gives you LOADS of snacks during lunch

Setsuna Tokage

!! 🐊| COMMITTED IN THE RELATIONSHIP

!! 🐊| literally takes you out everywhere on ya’ll date

!! 🐊| don’t be shy, skateboard with her

!! 🐊| literally asks to be partnered up with you during the sport festivals

!! 🐊| will do everything for you

!! 🐊| have a reptile pet, you’re the only person knowing about that

!! 🐊| CHERISH YOU UNTIL SHE DIES

!! 🐊| “my sweet sweet pumpkin pie!”

!! 🐊| “let me kiss you until you can’t handle me anymore, darling.”

!! 🐊| she loves snuggling to your neck and leave soft kisses

!! 🐊| eyes contact is important

!! 🐊| you’re her favourite person

!! 🐊| ya’ll be ruining your sleep schedule for each other

!! 🐊| you guys always wear something that matches with the other (a hat, item, shirt.. etc.)

!! 🐊| setsuna announces her relationship with you to the class as if she proposed to you in a mariage

aight ya’ll, bye!