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deafsignifcantother · 1 month

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the baby

♥ summary: almost loosely based off of this by @ukor02. This is really just a small little writing thing I did at 4am. ♥ relationship: no direct romance really, just some cute stuff between Lucifer and reader. ♥ word count: 1.6k ♥ notes: no childbirth mentioning and this is written like just as summaries of the situation tbh, almost like a bullet point format without the bullet points, the entire cast are characters, hospital scene, I made Alastor a main character and her main bestie because of course I did, reader is happy to be a mother

You wanted to give your baby a chance to get into Heaven, even if it meant they'd leave without you. Hell is no place for a child. Both you and Charlie knew that.

"What a pleasant surprise," you sign to Alastor when you see that damn smiling demon right outside your hotel room.

He laughs; aw, you're describing his arrival as pleasant. Did he make a good impression on you when you saw him last when he introduced himself in person in Pride Sign Language? You never seemed to have paid any mind to him, giving one motion signs as responses whenever he tried starting a conversation. But even when you interacted with him like that, he couldn't help but wonder why you always looked at him with your sweet, shy gaze. It's not on purpose, which is the worst part.

Pleasant, you called it a pleasant surprise.

"It's good to see you too, my dear!" He signs, bowing a bit and pushing past you into your room. "What have you been up to?"

What an obnoxious question.

You close the door, squeezing the doorknob tightly. This is going to be a long evening. When you turn back to Alastor, he's in your living room examining the decor, your random art pieces taped to the walls and organized together, though not concisely.

He waves his hands. "I love what you've done with the place."

"I've been bored." You sign with a slight nod to yourself. It's awfully isolating, which is obvious. Still, it has never hit you as hard as it does now as you watch another person walk through your chambers.

"I'm glad I can be in your company then." His smile widens, and the static he emits gets heavier. His ear twitched a bit, which you noticed but tried not to directly look at. Was it a good or bad thing?

"But it's often relieving to be alone," you start and look him up and down.

"You're quite used to being alone, aren't you?"

Your lips tighten, your hands stiff, and you are unable to finish your sentence. Absentmindedly, you rest them on your plump, pregnant belly. Alastor does his best not to let his eyes draw down to analyze it. Still, his head tilts, even just a little. He hates looking at your hands when you touch your stomach. Did his mother hold her belly like that when he was inside of hers?

"Don't you have others to talk to?"

"They're out on their little journeys, you know them."

"Of course."

Alas, he lets his eyes trail down to your stomach. It's not quite full, but it's obvious enough to gain attention from others. Charlie will put her hands on it every day, waiting for the baby to show its presence. She can feel the heartbeat, and so can you and Vaggie, though everybody else can't feel a thing. Alastor refuses to put a hand on your stomach. Life is precious and loud, and the few who were never human understand that differently than the others.

"I wanted to check in on the baby."

A twitch of your eyebrow makes his smile widen.

"Why?"

The day before, Lucifer arrived.

You try on your best clothes, laying them flat against your front, looking at your belly in the mirror. For the king, should you try to hide it or show it proudly? He has a daughter, but does that affect his thoughts about Hellborn pregnancies? Gosh, what do you have to worry about? So stupid.

With the other people, your new friends, you stood with your head proud.

He swirled with the dragons and hugged his daughter as if he hadn't seen her for years. What a kind man, unusually kind. His eyes... Those soft, precious eyes. And when they landed on you, your heart almost stopped. He looked at you as if you were an angel. When his lips started to move, the smile you didn't even know you wore faded.

Charlie put her hand on his shoulder and whispered something to him. And there came Alastor, saving the day.

"The idiotic king was just telling you how happy he is for you." With the signs came the grinding of his teeth.

Lucifer approached, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He addressed Alastor with aggressive hesitance. 'Tell her...' he said.

Charlie smiled excitedly, Nifty kept nodding, and Sir Pentious's eyes started tearing up.

Alastor grimaced. "He's asking if he could feel your stomach."

As always, you've put a thorn in the flow of interactions.

Still, you put on a smile. "Of course."

And there you stood, the King of Hell's hands gently holding you. You could feel the cold of his touch even through the fabric of your shirt. The heartbeat vibrated through both your body and his. The baby was alive and well; you could tell through the pure glee that spread across his face. Beyond your tiny ounce of worry, you knew he'd find hope within your baby.

Alastor watched with a terribly strained smile.

"Why?" You ask again when he doesn't answer. "What's with the sudden worry?"

"Worry? No, no." Alastor waves you off. "More like..."

You watch with interest as he trails off, a vulnerability you love.

He squints his eyes and clenches his fists, but only for a moment. His lack of vocabulary kills him. "...Intrigue."

You crack a smirk. "Are you finally gonna feel my stomach?"

Another pause. Alastor considers it, but all he can imagine is his claws accidentally drawing blood.

"No."

"That's okay." Again, your hands rest on your stomach.

Alastor has been watching it grow, but so has Lucifer. Charlie's father scarcely visits, and you've convinced yourself it's to see you. Every time he enters the hotel, he asks how you are. He tries to lift his hands to sign but finds no words forming. A language was created in his world, and he has yet to learn how to learn it.

Whenever he presses his hands against your belly, he can feel the liveliness of the soul forming inside you, and he can feel your appreciation at his care.

Begrudgingly, he always has to ask Alastor for advice on communicating with you. Alastor always has a cocky smirk when he teaches.

Charlie has to ask Alastor for help, too, but more willingly. Alastor raises his chin and squares shoulders when people ask him for help. Charlie went to him for help on a conversation you knew she was going to start with you:

"You're not going to stay here for the battle."

"I know." There was no argument on your behalf. Charlie's cheeks still went pink.

"But I have to figure out where it's safest for you. Alastor told me Cannibal Town, but uhh... Maybe not."

"They'll all be here anyway. Maybe they'll distract the angels from going over there."

Her bright eyes widen a bit. "Do you think so?"

"I can stay over there, even if they try to eat me." They won't, and even if they try, they know Alastor would end their lives, don't they?

She fiddles with her fingers before lifting them up again. "I suppose..."

She's so quickly convinced it's cute. You're right, though, of course. Cannibal Town might be the safest place, specifically under the hands of Rosie, who Alastor had previously told you would be more than willing to help you. You can imagine her smile at seeing your belly, twice the size as when Alastor first told you about her. Unbeknownst to Charlie, he's been planning this for a while.

Your stress for their safety irks you more than you expected.

You place a hand on Charlie's, lifting your other one. "I'll be okay."

Before you left for Cannibal Town, you met Lucifer once again, a more loving side of him. He cradled your head and held the back of your neck as he did. His cold body felt like warmth to you. He whispered things to you; you could only tell from how his breath constantly brushed against your ear in sing-songy waves. Was he singing to you? A lullaby? He pulled away and finally signed to you. "You're going to be a great mom."

A moment before, Alastor finally put his hands on your belly. His hands were warm. Like Lucifer, he was whispering to himself, holding silent words from you. In another life, you'd imagine they were prayers. At that moment, only an instinct, you put your hands on his, and he allowed it.

The stress of their safety worsened when they were left alone in Cannibal Town without a word of winning or losing.

The winning of Hell was all you wanted to focus on when you noticed the contractions getting worse, spaced out in purposeful ways. Oh goodness, you found yourself thinking, oh my God.

What if Lucifer dies on the same day your child is born?

But after the battle, he was right there to cradle the baby in his arms, his heavenly grasp relaxing the tiny baby. The rest of the group sat in your room, Sir Pentious absent, tears in their eyes at both the birth and the death.

Beyond Lucifer's cradling, Husk was the only one who touched your child that day. He placed his furry paw against the baby, feeling the body heat that they admitted. Life could be beautiful, he decided.

Vaggie's sense of revenge deepened. She sacrificed Heaven to save a child, and now she's even more than willing to kill her sisters to save yours.

While Charlie stares at your baby with tears, Alastor smiles warmly at you. He knew you could do it: birth something beautiful and worth protecting.

Your eyes are locked on Lucifer. He's an amazing, supportive dad to Charlie, and your heart begins to swell. Your heartbeat increases, and a blush weakly forms on your already flushed face. His rough hands hold a forgiving softness. He's beautiful.

#x deaf reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #lucifer #alastor #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x reader

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chaifootsteps · 5 months

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Armchair Psychology Anon here (not a real Psych just seeing patterns)

I uh... hmm.

So Lilith/Eve is the true villian, wanting to destroy the relationship of Charlie and Lucifer?

Of course it is. (If true).

And her liking these tweets of Luci x Lilith lately makes a whole lot more sense. The fans are most likely not going to take this well if this leak is true. Also, it makes sense that her trading card crops out her face, gives her no last name, and makes her look sinister as hell. She also still has not yet had her VA revealed and no real good look at her.

I just... it's interesting as well that Alastor is secretly sent to protect Charlie. (Male character, too, of course. And seeing someone say he's also a father figure now makes sense as well.) I always liked the idea that he was secretly going to turn on the Hotel and Charlie (or just leaves) and be an obvious hidden antagonist. And it's interesting that Charlie DOES end up forgiving her. Viv mentioned spending time with her mom over the holiday, so it's clear that perhaps that they do have some sort of civil relationship at the very least.

And of course, the Root of Evil is a woman.

Chai, I say this as nicely as possible, especially after carefully analyzing and seeing the complaints of HB as a whole, and that recent interview with Brandon asking about how women are written, and about Ghostfuckers (whilst also knowing about the leaks of it). Also likes silly tweets about being depressed, and most of her main cast of Helluva consists of depressed characters. Especially Stolas (who is also rich, and Vuv defends like crazy (He's her self insert/her father rolled into one character). That one is not too hard to see. Most people are depressed these days (myself included).

Vivienne needs therapy.

She needs it if she hasn't already been getting it.

I understand that writing out trauma is therapeutic. I have author friends who do it. I do it myself. But I also see my own therapist every week.

She clearly hates women. She loves her own father and incorporates loving father/daughter relationships into her own work and clearly does not let anything get in the way of that.

That's why the main character is allowed to be woman. Because it's Viv and the relationship with her own father. Charlie is also bi... which Viv is apparently too.

Something else I've noticed is older bad dads.

Which is ironic because God punishes Lucifer (his son) and Luci wants to be good for Charlie.

I think it's quite possible that maybe her grandfather was not as kind to her father, as her father is to her. See Crimson to Moxxie (it can be assumed Moxxie wants children and would be a loving father). See Paimon to Stolas, and Cash to Blitzo.

But then, going down the line of the newer fathers being better to their daughters. Stolas tries with Octavia (doesn't try very well), Blitz REALLY tries with Loona, Millie's dad seems to have a healthy relationship with her. Perhaps her father has shared with her that his relationship with his dad wasn't great and that he wanted to be a better father to her and her sisters. And whatever her mother did to her/her father...yikes.

Her latest IG post also does mention being depressed about "plans changing" and that food from her dad helps.

I just... wow. Viv can be so easily read. She really doesn't leave anything hidden. And she can't stop herself from writing out her truth.

And that's not going to go over with the fans or public at all, I'm sure of it.

It is also interesting to have a male voicing Katie Killjoy. Hmm. Not that I have a problem with men voicing women, but when it comes to Viv... I don't have a good feeling about it. I've also noticed Brandon seeming a bit miserable in his IG posts and his HH ones don't seem very excited either.

I think his declining views on his own channel other than the 2 HB ones say a lot. Especially when he's clearly trying to placate Viv by saying he's "one of the worst writers of HB".

Chai... oof. I don't know what else to say. We'll just see what comes next.

Thank you for all of this, Armchair Psychology Anon. Your writeups are always fascinating to read, in a haunting sort of way.

I don't know what's going on in Viv's personal life and family history, but all this is pointing to something that demands a really good therapist. Viv being an awful person doesn't negate that.

#Anonymous #armchair psychology anon #viv stuff #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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yumeka-sxf · 7 months

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The cruise arc continues!

And yes, this new key visual does go with the previous one to make a continuous image! There should be at least one more section of the image with next week's episode...not sure how many more after that.

Again, I'm not gonna analyze this episodes yet since I'm saving that for the new installments of my Twiyor posts! So my brief thoughts are...

I love the scenes between Yor and Olka. It's nice for Yor to have someone who not only knows her real profession, but is also sympathetic to the fact that she cares more about her "fake" family than she realizes.

She's so cute, even when she's slaying people 😅 Unlike Twilight, Yor doesn't have to create a phony personality for herself while on the job...she's still the same polite sweetheart whether she's being a wife/mother or assassin! (well, as polite as one can be when killing, lol)

Meanwhile, we get this adorable temper tantrum from Anya 😆

More of her hilarious expressions and reactions too!

The scenes where she's afraid of Loid and/or Yor finding out each other's identities are great not just because they're funny and so perfectly match her childish view of things, but also because, on a deeper level, they're actually very sad...that she's so afraid she'll be abandoned so easily. There's always some bit of tragedy in all great humor and that's what makes Endo's style of comedy so relatable.

And of course, we got the below classic Anya expression, a face so ambiguous it left poor Loid completely devastated 🤣

The part where Loid is trying so hard to be a good dad by getting Anya the keychain, only to utterly misunderstand her reaction, is one of the funniest scenes and I was so glad to finally see it animated 😂

Can't wait for next week episode to see Yor face off against Barnaby!

And surprisingly, an actual SxF cruise was announced for later this month from Yokohama to Takeshiba Pier 😀 Gah, I wish I could go! At least I can try to find merch for the event!

#spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #sxf anime

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loveneversleepss · 7 months

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Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

TO BE CONTINUED

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#stray kids #stray kids stay #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids series #straykids hard hours #stray kids smut #straykids smut #skz smut #skz

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Barred Protection

Chapter Two

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It wasn’t hard, per say, to keep up his public persona at the museum’s fundraising gala, but it was beginning to agitate him that he hadn’t been able to get close to Percy Daelus the entire two hours he’d been there. Everyone and their dog wanted to speak with him.

It was understandable of course. People wanting to invest in the new company, or thank him for what he did, or try and schmooze their way into getting discounts and partnerships. That was just the way these things were at galas unfortunately.

“B!” Dick’s hiss was only heard by him, being that it was through the comms. “Go to the bathroom, Daelus is on his way there!”

Bruce quickly excused himself from the conversation he hadn’t really cared about. Thankfully no one stopped him on the way and he was through the door before the target, meaning he could ‘go to the bathroom’ and be waiting at the sink.

An odd skill to have, faking bodily function, but one that had come in handy more than Bruce would ever guess if he hadn’t been the one to employ the skill. It was just as he put soap on his hands that Percy Daelus stepped up to the sink next to him. The man was unassuming in looks. Brown hair and eyes, average build, no distinct markings like freckles or moles. He was the most boring thirty four year old Bruce had ever seen.

“Ah! Mr. Wayne? Goodness I never thought I would get the pleasure to meet you in person. I dreamed, of course, but never that it would be in a bathroom.” Daelus chuckled slightly. His face had lit up like he’d been gifted the world.

Bruce smiled as water flowed on his hands. “Some of the best meetings are in the strangest places. It’s nice to meet you Mr…?”

“Daelus! Percy Daelus, I own the Ameliorate corporation.” Daelus was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on his heals a bit before soaping his hands.

“Oh yes, that new medical company! Brilliant work you’re doing, goodness knows Gotham has needed something like this for a long time.” A little flattery tended to go a long way with anyone new to high end circles. It certainly didn’t hurt right then.

Daelus beamed as he dried his hands. “That means quite a lot coming from you sir.”

Bruce opened the door for him. “No need to call me sir. I’ve heard good things about your company; I’ve been considering getting a consultation myself.”

“You look fit as a fiddle Mr. Wayne.” Bruce led him towards the hors d’oeuvres table. He both wanted Daelus closer to Dick for better analyzing and wanted something to eat.

“Well truth be told Mr. Daelus, it wouldn’t be for me. You see my middle child, Tim? He’s been having health issues after needing an organ removed.” Daelus’s face twisted into a sympathetic frown. “A mother at my youngest’s school mentioned her immune compromised daughter was feeling much better after receiving some of your medicine.”

He seemed to be genuinely proud at that. “Oh, so glad to hear it! You know, I could do a personal consultation with your son. You inspired me to make my company so it would be my pleasure to help him.”

Bruce had to quickly choke down…well, he wasn’t sure actually. He had been so focused on his goal that he had grabbed whatever was closest on the table. Whatever it was had a mild kick to it.

Pulling out his brightest smile, Bruce placed his hand to his chest. “That’s very generous, you don’t have to! I know being an owner of a company leaves your schedule quite full.”

“No no,” Daelus gestured vaguely. “I insist on it Mr. Wayne. I want to be sure everyone who needs our help gets the attention they need. And getting your son treatment so he feels better, maybe some medication to boost his system, it would truly be no problem at all!”

“Pull the overly protective parent bit B.” Dick suggested. “Like ‘oh but I feel better knowing exactly where my kids’s things come from’ or something like that. It won’t even be that hard for you!” Bruce pointedly ignored that.

He was a prepared father, not overprotective. Maybe. “Thank you very much. I’m not sure how I feel about the medication, however. Not that I don’t see how brilliant it is of course!”

Bruce let some of his worries show through. Truthfully Tim being compromised did make him anxious if he had to admit it, really what good parent wouldn’t be worried after their child lost a spleen. “But I really like to vet everything my kids take personally. Meet the scientists, tour the business, all that. They’re the most important thing in my life, you see, and I want to be sure they get the best there is.

Daelus nodded quite sternly. “I understand completely Mr. Wayne. Our children are our future; you can’t play around with their lives like a game. It’s incredibly admirable that you would keep track of these things so closely just for their health.”

“I don’t normally offer this,” Daelus held a hand to his chest with a warm smile that didn’t quite fully reach his eyes. “But we could arrange a tour so you can feel secure with our products.

Yes! Bruce waved the thought away as if it weren’t exactly what he had been aiming for. “I wouldn’t want to ask too much by asking to poke my nose into your company’s workings.”

“Oh no Mr. Wayne, nothing would be asking too much from you!”

“Bet you twenty he’s just trying to get you as a financial backer. He’s laying this on really thick.”

Bruce was inclined to agree with his oldest. “Well, if you’re sure; it would be delightful to see how your brilliant scientists create these medicines. And if it helps Tim, and others of course, I would be more than happy to put some donations in to help further the research.’

Daelus flashed another million-dollar smile. “That’s very generous of you! Tell me when you’re next free and I’ll clear the whole day for you. Better yet,” He pulled out a card. “You can call whenever you would like and I’ll drop everything!”

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apneicodette · 1 year

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To be dead is to be alive. (Or is it the other way around?)

Scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader oneshot

Modern AU

Warning: Mentions of death and abuse, Attempt at humor, hint of suicidal thoughts. (But happy end, this is fluff brah)

When bonding over dead family members who were complete assholes leads to a coffee date.

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Louise, Louise

You can't be anybody's friend

Louise, Louise

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

The cold air of winter brings you a sense of comfort. The feeling of almost freezing to death was something you grew fond of. That and also no bugs to disturb your peace.

Which is why you take the opportunity to visit your father's grave. But, really, it was mostly in the hopes of running into the boy who'd too visit a grave in the winter. A grave that just so happened to be right next to your father's.

"Was that your mother?" you asked even though it was quite obvious.

The boy usually ignored you, but you didn't really care. You watched as the snow clinged onto his violet hair and his long winter coat.

You lightly sighed as you eyed your fathers grave.

"I fucking hated him" you said.

Your expectation of silence was surprised by the boy's soft chuckle.

"That makes the two of us."

He left his mother's grave heading towards the exit of the cemetery leaving his footprints behind.

This was the first time he had conversed with you over the past week. And though it ended pretty quickly, you found some joy of gaining his attention. It's not like it'll be the last time you see him, as you both arrive at the cemetery same time everyday. Expect Sunday's, you prefer to stay home that day.

"Paying your respects to my father?" You laughed as you walked towards your father's grave to which you were greeted by the boy eyeing the tombstone.

"A lawyer who helped criminals" He turned to meet your eyes, a purple hue analyzing your features for the first time, at least with you looking right at him as he does so.

"Ah, so you did your research. He was-uh, an interesting individual. I never did truly understand him."

"And what about now. With all the news." He was awfully chatty all of a sudden? You nodded your head, though you didn't say anything.

"What's your name?" You dismissed his question.

"I asked you something" he sternly said.

"Yeah, well, I don't feel like answering it. Is that fair?" You balanced back and forth with your hands in your coat pocket.

"Whatever." He scoffed.

"So....?" He looked as if he was contemplating whether or not he should humor your question since you did not answer his.

"Kunikuzushi."

You repeated his name constantly in your head. To say your intrigued by him is a understatement. He certainly made your life a tad bit more interesting. The fact he never asked your name told you he already knew it.

"Let's go on a date." You randomly proposed catching the boy off guard.

"Excuse me?" He coughed out.

"You heard me," you brightly said as you watched him regain his composure. You found his shielded defense personality adorable when he slips up.

"Yeah hard pass."

"Really? So you're telling me you rather be here and watch the same stiff ass tombstone of someone you don't even like than go on a date with a beautiful person such as myself?"

"Hmm, let me think about it.... yeah!"

"Oh be honest Kuni, you come here everyday, same time, in hopes of seeing me."

"In your dreams."

"More like reality asshat"

"Don't project your delusional romantic fantasies onto me."

You rolled your eyes at his rejection to your request. So you resorted to your over-exaggerated groans and heavy sighs of disappointment. And it worked considering the boy's short temper.

"What do you even gain from this date" he massaged the bridged of his nose, you were probably giving him an headache.

"Your attention."

"You have it now, dont you?"

"Yes, but I would rather not be in the same setting with you all the time. It feels like others are intruding on our conversations, dont you think?" You reference to the two tombstones in front of you both.

You don't remember how, but somehow managed to convince the stubborn introverted mysterious boy to go to a cafe near the area with you.

"Dont you find it strange?" You lightly blew on your latte to cool it down.

The boy across the table from you arched a brow. You opened your mouth to clarify your statment.

"I feel like I've known you for the longest time. Its like we're soulmates!"

"Not this again" he groaned in annoyance.

"Haha, okay, I'll stop. But don't you feel it too -" you sighed at the death stare he gave you. "You don't really add much to a conversation."

You both sat in silent till it was his turn to finally contribute to the conversation you so wanted.

"I've seen you in school before."

"Oo tell me more tell me more, like did I have a car!" You sang as a means of encouragement and childness.

"Are you mentally okay?" To your suprise, he lightly chuckled at your randomness.

"Was that a laugh!?!? Little old me made you laugh!?" You put your hand on your chest for an exaggerated expression.

"I will kill you." He smiled disappeared, though you could tell he was biting his cheeks.

"Okay, okay, but as you were saying."

"You get bullied a lot."

"Jee, thanks."

"It clearly bothers you, though you dont show it."

"I mean, I could say the same about you. Same but not the same. I mean, I'm not an asshole but because my dad practically was, I get shitted on. You ARE an asshole and people shit on you for it because your mom was practically an angel"

"Hardly."

"Basically."

You wonder where he was going with the sudden topic, but he took it no further as he drank the rest of his coffee. "Truly are the devil. Black Coffee? No sugar?"

"You can say, I'm just as bitter as it taste."

"I bet you thought you looked really cool as you said that."

"Im leaving."

Not this again. Many lights flashed in your eyes at such a rapid speed. You were sure you'd go blind. The sounds of cameras taking pictures of you in many angels were becoming so overwhelming that you couldn't understand the many questions these reporters were bombarding you with.

Only mumbled voices invaded your head as you desperately tried to find a way out. A mic was shoved in your face as you stared into the camera zooming in your face.

"Huh," you were out of breath, and that was the only word that managed to come out. The reporter pointed the mic towards themselves to repeat their question before returning it to you.

"Do you plan to follow in your Father's footsteps? It was believed one of his clients killed him. Is it true? Did you support your father's action? Are the rumors of his abusive behavior towards you true as well?"

You swore everything was spining, "No?" You said still looking for a way out. Your unsure response caused a uproar of questions. You started to lose your composer.

"Get the fuck of me!" You shoved the mic away from your face as you forcibly pushed your self through the crowd.

This always happened. Why? Because a stupid lawyer decided to help criminals escape from death threatening sentences. And, it was the fact he was good at his job and so willingly used his intelligence to help these horrid human beings is what cursed his name, and in return, you. All for the sake of money.

Seeing the reporters shortly following after you, you started to run in the hopes of losing them. But of course, these drama, thirsty reporters know how to chase down a story.

A sound of a motorcycle raising its engine caught your attention. "Get in" Kunikuzushi's voice called out to you. Never have been more happy to see his face.

You didn't waste any time to climb on the back, grabbing his waist as he sped off, not even caring for the red light that shined. You turned your head watching as the reporters disappeared from your line of sight.

Finally, you can breathe.

You relaxed your body leaning into the warmth of Scaramouche's body. "Thank you."

He didn't say anything, but he never really needs to when it comes to you. His actions always speak louder.

You both had stopped at a convenient store at a quiet neighborhood sitting at the edge of the sidewalk after buying snacks to eat.

"I've should've known you owned a motorcycle." You commented already missing the feeling of being on it.

"I bet you thought I was hot." He smugly said.

"Alright let's not get too cocky now." You mocked.

"But you're not denying it."

You laughed at you stared at the distant forest the blue sky peeking through the leaves.

"They often bother you?" He asked.

You hummed, "Occasionally, but never as much as they did today. Their so fucking annyoing."

"They're just assholes who are trying to make a profit out of other people's misery."

"You can say that again."

"Here," He handed you a side of his wired headphones and you plugged it to your ears. You both zoned out off into to the distance. You both had grown comfortable with each other after your little coffee date, and the ones that shortly came after it.

You perferred to be alone, but you never imagine how good it'd feel to be alone with someone else. The soft music in your ear was slowly lulling you to sleep as you rested your head on Kunikuzushi's shoulder.

Your hands slowly brushed. You almost retracted it back until Kunikuzushi hand firmly sat on top of yours. He let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck." He said softly. How could one cursed so nicely you thought.

"What?"

"I hate you."

"That's cute."

You both laughed. Not the first time he said such a thing but you both knew it was utter bullshit.

"Don't do it." His voice got quiter, more serious. You brought your head back up in confusion towards his vague comment.

"Hmm? Do what?"

"Your stupid email sent early, you clearly didnt mean for it to."

You froze as your heart sank. "I- I." For once you had a lost for words.

"Not yet..... just wait it out. And if it really gets bad then, I'll go with you. Deal?"

"Kuni-" he cut you off.

"Just say yes." He looked at your eyes searching for an answer.

You gently placed your hand on his face, placing a light feathery kiss on his lips, he leaned into your touch holding tightly to the hand on his cheek.

"Yes."

The sun was setting.

#genshin morden au #modern au #genshin modern au #genshin x reader #scara x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #fluff #Kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin impact

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ellogical · 11 months

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After the Bloom (1)

pairing — modern!ellie williams x fem!reader

wc;cw — 1.6k, childhoodbestfriend!ellie, rockstar!ellie, lots of fluff, friends to mutual pining !?, timeskips because yes, barely proofread 🤭

an — this part of the fic is basically all exposition so hang tight y’all!! more will happen soon i promise. this is my first time publishing fics in like forever so be nice!

Most people looked back at their middle school years in disgust, constantly criticizing their younger selves and reflecting back in embarrassment. For you, it was hard to say you share the same sentiments. You couldn’t help but look at your middle school days with fondness. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have your fair share of distasteful moments, but it’s hard to look at them as more than just silly moments you had while you were younger because you mostly could only remember having such a nice time. After all, that’s when you met your first love.

When you first moved to Jackson, Wyoming in the 7th grade, it was an unwelcoming change. You’d been moving around since kindergarten and you swore this had to be the worst one yet. To middle school you, coming from the bustling city of Atlanta to this place felt like moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.

and to make matters worse once you got there your parents told you that this is where they wanted to settle down…in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, Wyoming! You spent your first week in the new town sulking and begging your parents to have some sudden change of mind. But for some reason unbeknownst to your little fourteen-year-old brain they really liked it there.

You remember retreating to your only half-unpacked room, grumpily watching from the window as your mother greeted an older-looking neighbor. There was a girl behind him who looked like she could be around your age. She had a tom-boyish look to her, auburn hair tied into a ponytail with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The look on her face made you chuckle a little, she looked like she didn’t want to be there much either. Greeting new neighbors probably wasn’t much her style.

You overheard from your slightly cracked window the words of your mother. “Oh! Your daughter looks to be about my kid's age! Hopefully, they can become friends… She hasn’t really been taking the move too well.” Your mother said as she gestured her head towards your window.

You rolled your eyes at her comment. Little did she know, you already composed a master plan to convince her to move back. All you had to do was spend your first week avoiding all prospects of making friends, then you could come to your parents crying about how lonely you were in this new state and about how you were already extremely miserable and you just had to move back.

You weren’t going to let your neighbor distract you from your plan…even if she did pique your interest a bit.

Next thing you knew, the same auburn-haired girl was looking up into the window at you, seeming to be silently analyzing. You quickly ducked under the window, avoiding her gaze, and promptly turned around to occupy yourself with something else in the room.

On your first day of school, you put on an outfit you thought best screamed “I’m better than all of you” so that maybe you could scare everybody off with intimidation. Not even your disdain for moving could stop you from getting that same urge everyone gets to impress people with their first-day-of-school outfits. You had to make sure you left a nice impression on these people who would only see you for a week after all!

But on that same day, your plan was instantly destroyed.

After you spent the first half of your day successfully carrying out your plan, avoiding all opportunities for social interaction, lunch came before you knew it. You scoped out the cafeteria of your new middle school. You looked for the perfect seat - one where you thought no one would approach you… Boy, were you wrong.

There in came that same auburn-haired girl from across the street like a hurricane.

There she was, striding across the Jackson Middle School cafeteria like she owned the place. Her hair was in that same ponytail she’d been sporting when you watched her from the window. Her eyes locked with yours, a glint of mischief shining in them, sending a whirlwind of curiosity and anxiety through your veins.

With a determined look on her face, the auburn-haired girl made her way toward your table. There was no escaping it now. The plan to isolate yourself and make a quick exit from this town seemed futile as she sat down across from you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Anybody sitting here?” she asked knowing the obvious answer.

“What if there was?” you asked, trying your hardest to hold on to your original plan.

“Well, then that’d be too damn bad. I’m Ellie, and you are?” she held out her hand waiting for you to take it.

You sat there for a moment, contemplating if you should take it before giving in and taking her hand in your own, giving her your name. A toothy grin took over your face and gave your hand a firm shake.

From that day on, your friendship only grew. You and Ellie became an inseparable duo. If you went to a school event Ellie was guaranteed to be there with you, being dragged right along. She was constantly at your place and you were constantly over hers. When Joel first taught her guitar in the eighth grade she made sure the first thing she did after she got the hang of it was learn your favorite songs so she could play them for you whenever you got sad.

When Ellie decided she wanted to cut her hair at fifteen, you were right beside her, sitting on the counter of her bathroom as she held up the scissors to her ponytail. You told her cutting it like that probably wasn’t the best idea, but she just ignored you. She was too determined to take your advice.

You watched as she held up the scissors to her hair. Rock music played softly from her speaker sitting at the other side of the counter.

“I’m gonna do it I swear.” she kept them steady, right next to her.

“Go ahead Els, no one is stopping you.” you chuckled at her.

When she finally cut it, it ended up just at her shoulders with a bunch of crazy layers. You took the scissors and helped her cut it even, laughing at her the whole time.

During your freshman year of high school, you dragged Ellie along with you to your first homecoming dance, dramatically exclaiming how you’d “literally die” if she wasn’t there along with you. As soon as the two of you left you sprained your ankle trying to run in the pumps you wore, whining ow’s in Ellie’s arms while she carried you to the best of her ability into Joel’s truck.

She tried to hide the fact that having you all dressed up in her arms made her blush slightly. You’d probably be doing the same if you hadn’t been in so much pain. The event earned the affectionate nickname “Bambi” from her, due to you being so clumsy.

During the healing process, learning those songs for you on guitar sure did come in handy. She’d take her guitar over to your place and sit on the edge of your bed to play your favorites, switching occasionally from softly singing to humming the lyrics. If you had to guess, you’d say that’s when your feelings started to develop.

Before you knew it, it was all coming to an end. The relationship you’d come to develop with her was cut short your junior year. Joel was given a business opportunity back in his hometown in Texas that he’d be stupid to refuse so of course Ellie would have to go to. Tear-filled goodbyes were said in his driveway as your parents helped Joel fill his truck and the U-haul he’d gotten with boxes. Ellie would help too if she wasn’t so busy comforting you as you clung to her. She thought she wouldn’t get emotional but seeing you all teary-eyed definitely got her a little worked up herself.

Ellie left and somewhere along the way the two of you lost contact. Not soon after she found out she had a knack for the guitar. She began writing her own music and started a band with a couple of her new friends called Dayfly during her senior year.

That same band ended up blowing more than either of you could imagine. By the time you started college, she’d be starting her first tour. She thought about you constantly. You didn’t know but at some point after high school, she managed to find your instagram account. She would watch in secret, too scared to actually message you. She wasn’t sure how you’d react after not seeing her for so long.

But she was on tour, and she just happened to be coming to the same town where you went to college. You only live once right?

You opened your phone to an instagram message from an account named @elliewillms

hey… how’ve you been?

#ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 #rockstar!ellie #cbf!ellie #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us ellie #wlw #after the bloom ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎸✮

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Alright here we go!

Azula: Netflix vs OG

Let's start off with OG first.

I guess it's safe to say she is the Cersei Lannister of AtLA. She is a character we love but also hate. I love her to bits, but I hate that she is just so conniving and cruel.

She is very well written and wonderfully voiced by the awesome Grey Delisle. She's just a well put together character that has a lot of personality flaws.

But she is also a victim, which I'll explain more about in a moment. But first, we have to look at her motivation in the OG show. Her motivation is personified in Zuko. He is her antithesis, which is represented by the color of their fire bending. Azula is naturally talented and well versed in fire bending where Zuko was not. She knows she is superior to him in that way. This drives her motivation to be the apple of Ozai's eye in a manner of speaking. We see this in the show when both siblings have to prove themselves to their Grandfather, Azulon. Zuko fails while Azula is praised. This pits the siblings against each other which we see portrayed differently in the Netflix Adaptation.

Moving on to her sneakiness and her takeover of Ba Sing Se. Where Iroh failed, she conquered. She did it decisively and in less than two weeks (I could be wrong on the timing, but this is the general consensus I see). Once again, she proves she is superior. But why does she have this idea of superiority? It's because she has been raised to believe this. It's been repeated over and over again through her entire childhood by her father, who was also taught this and so on.

I wish I could analyze everything, but others have done it better.

Now, let's talk about her mental breakdown. This is where I have a little concern on how it was portrayed in the show. It was... a little sudden, but bound to happen. The way it was shown was absolutely the way a mental breakdown can happen if the problems leading up are not addressed. All of Azula's life, she had been groomed by her father to be the perfect heir. At the end of book three, we see Ozai leave her behind. This is the straw that breaks the camels back in a sense. Ozai sees love as a weakness, and Azula loves her father, which is why she works so hard to please him. All he sees is a successor to him, and maybe a possible threat later on. There is only Ozai in this relationship. Azula sees this now, and it breaks her. He gives her the title of Fire Lord, but it's essentially worthless now because she still has to answer to him. It's what she wanted. However, she is still under Ozai's rule as he made a more superior title for himself.

It was a blow to her ego.

Now she is seeing her mother because she had always wanted her mother's love, but Ozai was the one who kept that away. He saw how Ursa's influence on Zuko had made his son weak. He corrected that with Azula. Let's be fair and say that daughters tend to idolize their fathers (coming from personal experience here), which is not bad in most cases, but it's really bad when dealing with a narcissist. That's why Azula breaks. And it's heartbreaking because we learn she is a victim of grooming.

Now, on to the next part.

The Netflix Adaptation

The mental breakdown has already started in the first season.

The signs are there, and it's glorious.

Ozai is actively seen pitting his children against each other. He keeps mentioning how Zuko is the one who found the Avatar, which is only fueling Azula's fire. Her anger is going to lead her down the road to hell, and it's going to be more chaotic than in the OG. Like I don't have much to say about it now, but if season 2 and 3 happen, it's gonna be fun.

I am a huge fan of seeing the slow cracking of the mask. So we will see how this goes.

While she is still conniving, Ozai sees it and throws Zuko in her face to edge her on. It's wonderful and as I said in my analysis of Ozai, he is a shit father for doing this. Why? Because it's all about him. He does not care and he is only in for his endgame.

Geeze, I went on forever with this. There are way better commentaries on this, but I'm way too lazy to go on and on forever. I have a story to write, and apparently, I'm doing a relationship analysis on Mai and Zuko next.

It's on my list of things to do.

#there is so much to cover with Azula that i may have to write an entire story for her #characters i love and hate for 500 alex #ozai is a horrible father #avatar the last airbenber netflix #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla azula #princess azula #fire lord ozai #azula #zuko

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dylansslutt · 11 months

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Business/ Joel miller

age gap/ the reader is 28 while joel is in his 50s

summary: you were mean to be alone but so was he? staying away leads to wanting more

warnings: smut, violence, cursing

you found jackson, after a long time out in the open infested land of the dead. you weren't old but you weren't young, being only 28. 8 when the infection began.

your mother was a nurse and taught you every life skill she knew. you became good friends with maria, and eventually tommy. you went on runs, helped plan and on talk on things about jackson.

your nursing skills ended you a nicer room, more so a small house. thankful for it but you sure deserved it patching up folks.

yet when time comes around about tommys older brother joel showing up with a young girl named ellie well things changed. you stayed to yourself, never actually talking to him.

"y/n, come over here i want you to meet someone."

your eyes shift over to marlene and the infamous joel miller. swallowing down your sudden nervousness, you make way over towards them. knowing this would happen eventually.

"this is y/n, i was telling you about. great nurse as well as she's helped a lot of people. oh y/n great, this is joel tommy's brother." she rambles as you make eye contact with the man.

he looks you up and down before offering a nod, "joel."

you give a small nod back, "y/n. uh what's up, i was about to ride out soon?"

she sighs, "i need you to take joel, show him our spots." you wanted to protest, ask her to ask anyone else. yet you give him a tight lip smile.

"hope you know how to ride." he scoffs almost, a small smile appears on his face. something you figure rarely happens.

"honey i was riding horses before you were born, let's go." he walks past you making you give her a look. who only stifles a laugh motioning for you to go forward.

biting your lip, you turn and jog a few steps forward. gaining sync you finally let your eyes wander him discreetly.

"the stables right up here." the path was short, and the sigh made a smile spread across your face. joel took a second to give you a good look, noticing how unreadable you were.

pretty none the less. yet you were younger, and he was here for ellie and tommy only.

"this is apollo, that's hades over there. honestly fits ya' if im being honest." the names sounded familiar.

"ya' know greek mythology?" he questions walking up to the darker colored horse.

you pets apollo, "i'm the one who gave them their names. i might be young but i still had something... before all this shit."

clearing your throat, you walks the horse out. "let's get going."

he nods and follows.

the two of you left the first sight, which wasn't much. you did get a better chance to watch him, analyze him a bit better. he was a bit hard to read but one thing certain.

for him being older he still was good looking.

the second place was a old hunting spot.

"here we gotta leave the horses." you come to a stop, joel watching as you swing yourself off effortlessly.

he just nods, "it's a old hunting spot, there's a couple round here. we should have everything in lines, but sometimes some' comes straying."

leading the way, you glance back at him. his eyes flicker around cautiously making you turn forward. he definitely was a bit different than his brother.

"how long you been at jackson?"

the question threw you off guard, not expecting him to even spark a conversation. "maybe a year, maria and i came across each other."

you slow down as you both walk side by side, you finally pointing towards the area.

"so up on those trees, we got hunting spots. then there is a small little shed over a little farther. i'll show ya' cause i need to take check on stocks."

"so is ellie your daughter? tommy mentioned he had a niece before." you glance over at him, trying the small talk he once said before.

"no, ellie is not my daughter. my daughter is dead." and with that you went silent, feeling so stupid for asking.

as you approach the shed, you put in the code for the lock. swinging it open, the light from the window made things more visible.

as he peers around, "ya' must be trusted to have the knowings of all these things."

you shrug, "i like to know what i am getting myself into... living here and all."

he notices how close off you are, and how double meaning your words were.

"i'm sorry, about my question. should've never said anything." he shakes his head, allowing you to feel some sort of relief.

"who'd you lose?" the question caught you off guard, hand hovering over the packs of matches. counting five. swallowing down every flashback that comes to mind.

"everyone." he has an indifferent look on his face at your answer. "who was the first person ya' had to kill?" your jaw drops.

"jesus christ, are you serious?" scoffing at his words he shrugs, looking through some stuff. "all alone, end up here alone. you seem to handle yourself, it's obvious some' happen."

"oh like it hasn't with you or anyone else? no one gives a shit. no one cares if you had to kill your sister or see your parents die or quiet literally mostly anyone you meet." you snap at him before opening a nearby drawer seeing the contents.

silence pass making you sigh.

"how old are you?" your head snaps towards him, closing one of the drawers. wondering why he is so curious all of a sudden.

"turning 29 soon, you?"

"56." he grumbles out and you stare at him shock.

"bullshit." he looks over at you confused.

"there is no way you are in your 50's." he looked good, too good it was no way. a small smirk lifts on his mouth, "yes hun, i am."

you just nod, "okay we're good here, still can't believe it though. i swore maybe 40 something." you head towards the door shaking your head. glad the subject took a change.

he rubs the back of his neck, noticing you a bit more. taking you in more, mind litters of you.

the walk back to the horses was quiet, you glance over at him. stealing a few glances. he was different, someone you didn't see all the time.

"there is one more place, but if all honesty. we wouldn't get back till about sun down, i can just show ya' another time."

he shrugs, "we are here for a little longer. i don't mind." you laugh, "you don't but if we get back in the middle of the night, we are going to bed hungry."

giving him a look. "i don't like to go to bed hungry, mister."

he smirks softly, shoving his gun in his back pocket. "guess, we better get going then. before little ole' princess starves over here."

the mock makes your mouth drop open, since he was close enough you space you smack his arm. "whatever old man."

as you go to walk off, he stops you by holding his hand up. the sound of rustling makes you still. everything seems fine for a moment, until one of the chain of bottle cans rang out.

"we made those to hear them. we gotta go!" you harshly whisper out, grab the reins of your horse. him following suit, as you jump up and gain full balance before you kick apollo to go.

flying off forward, glancing over your shoulder at joel. he was right behind you, before you glance in front of you. the trail was heavily made, and with the pace you were going you didn't pay attention.

"y/n wait!" you try to slow down, confused on why. unlike you joel noticed the movement alongside the woods. in such quickness someone comes running out from the side of the woods.

a gunshot rang from him, making you shriek as your horse bucks. trying to hold on desperately, only failing as apollo jerks you off.

your body slings off hitting the ground roughly, rolling down the side hill. a gun shot rang out again followed by another. slowing into a stop, your body aches.

heaving out as you look around, seeing your gun and knife still intact to you. letting out a deep groan, you push yourself up into a sitting position.

the sound of footsteps behind you, make your hand fly to your gun. "y/n?" joels voice is heard from behind , turning your head softly to see him. he rushes down the hill, dropping to his knees beside you.

"i'm fine." you try and shrug him off. not the first time you fell but his eyes land on your leg. a scowl almost replaces his once almost worried gaze.

"ya' ain't fine, been fuckin' shot." he mumbles before gripping a piece of your long sleeve fabric. ripping it off into a shredded piece as your eyes follow his line of focus.

you didn't even notice your leg was bleeding open. you got shot. you got fucking shot. hissing as he wraps it, your hand flies out to his arm. "this is gonna fuckin' hurt, so please do it fast."

your eyes are staring deeply into his, the pain starting to become slightly noticeable. he pulls the fabric tight before tying it, making you cover your mouth with your hand.

a tear or two slips down your cheeks, exhaling softly as he drops his hands from your leg. "who the fuck where they? did they trail us? a-are there more?"

the questions slip out so fast, nervous and anxious. joel shakes his head. "there were two, i killed them okay?" your lips tremble, "i was so stupid i th-thought they were infected."

"shh. if there's more, i don't know. which is why we need to get going? apollo shouldn't be to far, so hop on hades." joel reassures you, he wasn't mad because this genuinely wasn't your fault. you were smart, he notice that quickly. this was something you would never see coming.

you smile softly as joel uses their names, "you use their names. not everyone uses their names." biting your lip to mask the pain.

he gives you a soft look. "we'll they should." the moment was sweet, but you move forward. grabbing onto his hand which was held out for you. pulling yourself up, you almost fall back down.

joel's free hand slips around your waist, pulling you into his chest. a soft curse slips your lips. it hurt, it really did. you had your fair share of wounds, but never have been shot before. usually you do the fixing up.

biting your lip glancing down at your blood soaked leg pant's. joel moves his one hand around your arm instead of hand, eyes now on him.

"can you walk?" you don't know but not wanting to appear weak in front of this intimidating man, you step forward. the pain shot up into your hips, you wanted to scream.

looking back at him, nodding the lie knowing your voice would betray you. he stares at you before stepping forward, "good let's go."

as you go to take another step your leg gives out, hitting the floor almost. his hand jerks you up and into his arms bridal style.

"stubborn as a bull. don't lie, y/n." the tone of his voice left you quiet, so dad like. your head rolls to the side, kind of dizzy. you see hades come into view.

he helps you up first, sitting behind you. one hand on the ropes, the other wraps around your stomach. holding you close to his chest, hand covering your whole stomach almost.

the pain from the horses gallop hurt, each movement in your leg burned.but you were determine to ride your horse back.

"i swear i'll be fine. it's not far, just stay behind me." he had helped you up on the horse after much protest. hesitant for some reason yet you weren't someone he had to care about. so he let you.

not like he could with your arguing.

the ride didn't take that long, but when you hit the stables. your body tips sideways and you hit the ground.

"y/n?"

feeling your cheeks being tapped, you force your eyes open. coughing out slightly as you try to push him away. "i'll be okay." you repeat as joel, gets up to tie your horse up along with his quickly.

trying to push yourself up, he watches you fail miserably. coming back over, he wraps your arm around his neck. motioning you to lean onto him for support.

"hey, hey. where we goin'? where am i taking you?"

your voice was hoarse. "my house." he stares confused not knowing which one, but then it dawns on him.

the one day he saw you, on the small corner home. outside watering a plant, alone but happy. that house. how the fuck he remembers no idea but he helps you towards it.

you were coherent enough to help jog his memory, motion little turns to take. it was a block or two away from the horses, you were starting to go in and out from the blood loss.

he ends up picking you up bridal style halfway, your door unlocked already as joel slams the door open, eyeing your layout. he sets you down on the couch.

you wake up fully at the sound of stuff slamming, "where is it?" he mumbles to himself. out of it you think of medical stuff.

"joel?"

he comes around the wall, "the stuff is under the sink. get a rag from that closet door."

he is off to grab those things, and you push yourself up. ripping the hole open more to your pants, you shakily lift your leg for a second. whimpering you feel the back of your leg for an exit wound.

running over one, a sigh of relief escapes you even through the pain. the adrenaline was worn off but you knew you had to get the wound patched.

"Here."

the items were sat down, "ther-there is an exit wound. i need you to clean and stitch me, if i-i do it. i'll fuckin' pass out."

you snatch the bottle, joel managed to find. blood smearing around it as you bring it to your lips. taking a few good deep chugs, one more even before handing it over to him.

he watches you, how strong you were. he seen grown men be more of a pussy than you. you rode a fucking horse home, for christ sake.

pouring the liquid onto your thigh, you clasp onto the cushion. the pain makes a small screech escape your lips. "fuck!"

he puts a rag down, handing you the bottle. you take it with shaky hands, downing a gulp. leaning back feeling hot, "if i pass out. do not judge."

he shrugs, wiping the area making you wince. he cleans the needle as he gets ready to sow you up. "no need too, you were shot."

"i thought you were gonna be a real dick, joel. you are surprisingly nice." you mutter through gritted teeth as he takes the bottle once more over your thigh, liquid burning the wound.

he laughs, "ya' just don't know me, darling."

he hands over a clean rag, "bite this so you don't tell the town." weakly grabbing onto it, hands touching. blood smears onto each other, no telling if it was from yours or his.

he watches how drain and pale you looked. hesitantly he lines up the needle, before pushing it through. you shove the rag in your mouth, barely drowning out your screams.

joels hand grips your leg down tightly, against your legs involuntary movement. seconds later your body drops onto the couch. he watches as you pass out, finishing the work with a deep look on his face.

your eyes flutter open, the soft light from your kitchen makes your eyes squint. the actions from earlier come to you, when the soreness spreads through you, along with the deep pain in your leg.

sitting up slightly, getting a look at your leg. joel stitched it up pretty good. your eyes jerk up to someone coming out the kitchen.

"hey, you're up." you nod softly. "how long was i out?" he sits down a glass of water, which you instantly take.

"all night. i went through your medicine bag, pulled you out some pain pills." he hands you one over before you finished your water.

"thanks." you take it as your wince forgetting about movement. "jesus, my body. it's like i was hit by a bus."

joel sits down across from you. "no, just thrown off a horse." you give him a pointed look, he eases back a smirk.

"did you sleep at all?" he shakes his head and you roll your eyes. "go. go home. i'll be fine, i can take care of myself."

he gives me a look, "i know that. just wanted to make sure you were okay." you smile softly, before a thought popped in your head.

"can you get me a wet towel? i need some of this blood off, and some new clothes. it'll save me from walking." your voice showed tiredness. you tell him where everything was, which wasn't hard to find. you wouldn't believe you been living here longer than two weeks.

he turns around to let you get undressed but trying to take your shirt off was miserable. "joel?"

he looks over his shoulder, eyebrows fusing together confuse on why you haven't changed. "c-can you help, it's really hard?"

he notices the innocence, and steps forward. his rough fingertips help pull the shirt over your head. your black bra pushing up your exposed breast. darting his eyes away, you grab the new shirt.

tugging it over your head, he helps with the sleeves. "thank you." he stares in your eyes, not knowing why he was helping. yet when your eyes still train on his and slightly lower to his lips.

he moves forward pushing his lips onto yours. so gentle which surprises you as he comes off nothing but that. instead he cups your face softly, deepening the kiss as you gasp into his mouth.

pulling away softly, you blush under his stare. "help me with my pants?"

he slowly tugs your pants down, careful of your bad leg. it wasn't so sexual, it was just innocence something so rare. he had grabbed some shorts, thankful for that. pulling them up you smile up at him.

"that was a workout." you grasp the wet rag that he had set aside, wiping at the dried blood knowing you weren't about to try and bathe right now.

he shakes his head. "i should go check on ellie. i'll swing by later?"

you nod, almost finishing your arms and face. feeling so tired you were gonna pass out. he left and you were left with sleep not even able to process the moment just before you.

days passed and you haven't seen joel. you'd be lying if you said you didn't care but you weren't bound to show it. your leg was still sore but you were tired of doing nothing.

stepping out the house slowly, leg aching but happy you took a pain killer. taking it slow, you headed down to the small little building used for your help with the jackson citizens.

opening it up and walking around, you smile at lina.

"hey."

"i heard! are you okay?" she rushes around, you nod your head. "yes, tired of being at home."

she shakes her head, "i'll put a chair in the room for you."

you smile gratefully towards her. she is a smart girl about 17 you think? been teaching her everything you know, quick learner at that.

she came by told you about her being here while you were out. helping two patients. "can you put oil on this and rewrap it?"

she nods and goes to grab the items, happy she was figuring out the natural remedies you can use for things as medicine. she comes back and helps with your leg, doing a much better job than you.

"thanks, lina. seriously." you thank the girl and she merely shrugs. the door swings open and joel comes walking in. your sit up in confusion before he points at you.

"can we talk?" you knew it wasn't a question, you look over at lina. who takes the hint and scurries off to the back.

"what's up?"

"it's been three days, why am i told you are at work?" you look up at him confused.

"you don't know me, you haven't even came to check on me? i am sorry why are you angry right now?"

he shakes his head, "me and ellie aren't leaving. do you understand that, i'm here to stay. if you keep gettin' fuckin' hurt imma' kill you myself."

you push yourself up, leaning against the desk. "oh now he has a big boy voice. i'm glad you are here for good joel, but i can't sit inside forever. now i am at 'work' so can we do this another time?"

he stares at you before he shoves himself over the desk, capturing your lips in a ravaging kiss. "damn woman. i don't know what is is, but fuck i like ya' darlin'."

you push him away slightly, "you joel miller are entirely too soft."

his eyes soften for a moment, the thought of a lot of things come to him. knowing you met ellie a few times, who found out about you two.

you were maternal, something he craved that he never had in his life. innocent and sweet but also a strong independent women. this scared him. this scared you.

he left shortly after and a hour or so passed and someone comes walking in the door with flowers. you look up but scowl at the sight of shaun in front of you.

your ex boyfriend, kind of as you two had a thing until you found him hooking up with a girl in a spot you showed him.

the flowers set down in front of you, make your eyes flicker to lina. she looks away looking as if she wants to laugh. "i heard about the run, i'm sorry about that. how about dinner baby?"

"baby?" you glare up at him. "don't bother with that shaun, it's over. we are done so just take your flowers and go, leave me the hell alone."

he scoffs, "still a bitch huh? things don't change, and i was trying to be nice."

your eyes widen, "leave!" you point to the door. he rolls his eyes, "i was just leaving."

flustered you glance over at lina, sighing miserably. "first joel and now him? i need a fuckin' break."

a knock on your door, makes you sigh. standing up and hobbling over, "who is it?"

"uh, joel?"

"come in!" you yell not wanting to walk farther, he walks in and glances you up and down. "hey." you smile softly, feeling the energy.

you been thinking of a lot you wanted to say. he walks forward, hand on your waist guiding you to sit back down.

"we need to talk." he nods in agreement.

"well i- i just have a lot of this baggage and history. this stuff is new and god i've been craving something like this-like you." the confession was raw as your eyes reach his, who watches you in a indescribable way.

"i just am scared, scared you'll leave."

he shakes his head, "if ya' knew all the fucked up shit i've done. i don't think you'll look at me the same."

you grasp his hand, squeezing it tightly. "i doubt that."

sitting closer together a small confession leaves you, "i know, i know i am a little younger but... i- i've had my losses. i've had my kills."

tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill. not wanting to look at joel, "i-i had to do fucked up shit to survive joel, and i did stuff to cope. i'm not pro-"

"hey, it don't gotta be all told now. we have time, darlin'." his embrace was nice as he pulls you in. kissing your forehead slightly.

pushing away he stops you, eyes staring up at him doe like. his thumbs wipe the fallen tears. "you're safe with me."

he wanted you safe and protected like ellie. he just knew with you, you could handle it just maybe.

your door swinging open, makes you jump. joel looks at you confused and you shrug. "i-i"

"y/n!" shaun voice calls out, your heart dropping.

"oh no."

he walks around the corner, stopping when he lands on you two. "what the fuck is this?"

he chuckles and your eyes flicker to joel who went very still and very quiet. "so this- this old fuck is the guy you are whoring around with behind my back?"

standing up ignoring the pain, glaring at the monster. "you cheated on me you crazy fuck! you quite literally just broke into my home!" joel was standing up, almost like he was calculating his next move,

glass breaking makes you jump as you see he knocks a few items you only had up onto the ground. joel snaps and launches forward. you saw what he didn't want you to see.

he beat shaun to a pulp, shoving him outside the home. words were shared as you are stuck in the same spot.

the blood stains your wooden floors and the sound of the door slamming makes your eyes snap up. joel is infront of you, chest rapidly moving up and down.

"i- i am so sorry, he-" you try with anything but joel shakes his head.

"y/n, y/n! are you okay?" he snaps you out of it and you nod. "yeah, yeah i'm fine." your hands run through your hair. glancing down at his hand.

"oh my god, your knuckles." he stops your movements, just grasping onto you softly.

your eyes land on his gaze. "i went on like a few dates with him, and he hooked up with some other chick. i-i didn't know he was crazy."

"won't be a issue anymore."

you gulp, "i appreciate the help. thi-this last week but i am someone you don't wanna get close with."

joel's expression drops, not expecting for you have such a recoil. he wasn't even expecting himself to start to like you. yet here you two were.

he shakes his head, "honey. this-" he motions around you two, the broken glass beneath you. "this ain't shit. if you heard half the stuff i've done, i'm not sure ya' would be standing here right now."

you give him confuse look but he steps closer.

"i ain't afraid of what's inside this pretty little head of yours." he sees the fear in your eyes, the words make them flutter shut. when they reopen he is right in front of you.

hand reaching up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing across your skin. slowly his lips lower, you both tasting each other. his grip tightens on you as yours wrap around the base of his neck.

he lifts you up, tossing you gently on the couch.

your shirt was lifted up and his beard tickles your skin. kisses trail around your ribs, underneath your bra. his one hand grips the side of your thigh, tightening it as he pulls you closer.

lips back on his, before slipping down your neck. a heavy sigh escapes your lips as he places himself between you.

"fuck ya' gorgeous." he stares down at you making you giggle. your hands tug him down to your lips again as his hand runs over you.

gasping in his mouth, his free hand grasp around your neck. other hand slowly teasing you.

eyes opening him staring down at you, watching your reaction. "please." you beg.

he slips his hands around your pants, tugging them down. "is this what you want baby."

his thumb presses right on your clit, applying some pressure. your hands fumble behind you, unclasping your bra. you lean up tossing your shirt and bra onto the floor somewhere.

joel lifts your hips up slightly, making you squeal. pulling your panties down and off from around your ankles, you swear you saw his eyes roll back for a moment.

his bruised hand was up around your throat again, soft but holding you in place. his good hand lets his thumb rub your clit slightly.

"fuck joel." you whine at his teasing. "you wanna feel good?" he leans down sucking one of your free nipples. gasping at the feeling, moaning into your hands.

"don't hide, tell me what ya' want darlin'."

looking up at him, sheepishly as he takes you in more.

"please touch me."

it rolls of your tongue and his beard stubbles against your thighs as he devours himself into you. your hands in his hair, eyes widening as one of his thick plump fingers enters themselves into you.

"fuck, joel." his hand grips your thigh, moving it on top of your thigh. in a sniper position he lays pleasuring you. mind swirling as tommy's brother eats you out.

"taste so good, baby." another finger enters you making your leg move slightly, him pinning it down almost. "stay still."

you whine out, hands coming up to your breast trying to grasp something. it was becoming too much, the pit in your stomach kept building.

"fuck like that." your words come out as a whisper, eyes rolling back as joel looks up at you through hooded eyes. his print sticking against his jeans.

he loved watching how off you were getting. his tongue moves in such a way on your clit you try pushing at his head, "oh my-"

his hands grasp yours easily, stopping you as his fingers curl up into you in such pace. "oh fuck." your mouth was parted unable to contain the moan littering your lips.

joels face and beard were soaking with your liquids, he didn't stop there. you didn't even notice he was stroking himself freely now, lifting up off the bed some.

he lifts up from you, letting you breathe from the torturing pleasure. his lips land on yours, tasting yourself on him. without warning he slowly slides himself into you, your mouth opens as he shoves his tongue into it.

the moan you both share as he bottoms out, nails digging into his bicep as he lifts your legs up around his waist.

"so tight, darlin'." he leans back, moving slowly watching as you try moving against him. "not so fast, darlin'."

he pushes down your stomach, going deeper. this 'old man' sure knew what the fuck he was doing. he hits deeper, making your back arch slightly. his thumb brushing over your clit.

he keeps the pace the same as he rubs your clit slowly with his thumb. holding one leg in place, giving it a soft kiss.

"joel please." you whine looking at him through your lashes, his grip tightens and his hand slips away up around your neck. his hips quicken, slamming into you.

one hand holds onto his arm around your neck, the other grips the pillow under you. he kept hitting the right spot making you stutter out a whimper, him telling you how good you were taking him.

trying to look up at him through his pounding, he grips tighter around your throat. "fuck darlin'."

"filling me up, daddy." it just came out, you weren't thinking. yet for some reason joel just leans down kissing you. brushing against your clit from the decrease in space.

"imma' cum." you whimper against him, his movements never faltering. "cum darlin'."

"fu-fuck, fuck.-" your head falls back into the pillow helplessly as he keeps going, riding your second orgasm out. he had a goal of wanting three out of you.

he tightens both hands around your waist, eyes focus on your face. trailing down watching how your tits bounced with each thrust. moaning he feels your legs shake and your head was shaking.

"jo-oh my-" you were so close to another one. the tension was too much and suddenly your dripping around him. the wet squelching sound leads into him pulling out, cumming into his hand.

a few drops drip onto your stomach, letting your leg slide down slowly. as he pulls out delicately, knowing your probably sensitive.

he notices a towel over a door, grabbing it wiping himself and yourself clean. he kisses your lips once more, tightening a hold onto you.

"did the 'old man' give ya' a good fuck." a laugh escapes your tired expression. you thought of that statement before.

"made me fuckin' squirt so i would go with yes..."

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𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹

fem!reader + itadori yuji

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰. i unwrap for you today, a fiction following the life of a college student who struggles with her drug addiction and depression. with no plans to fix herself she continues to create a ditch in which traps her in her studies and failing exams, until meeting a guy when working after a busy night shift. one that she didn’t know would change her life, drastically.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. college!au heavy!angst, violence, use of over the counter or prescription drugs/ medications, heavy!drugs use, panic attack, family issues mentioned?, depression, use of weapons, slow burn?, light!fluff, fem!reader.

𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. this is my first fan fiction ever 1) and 2) there are many details from this in which i’ve taken from euphoria.

i started this story on Monday, December 18th at 11:46.

maybe if you weren’t such a nuisance, maybe just maybe life would be better. or at least that’s what you thought, but what about what other people think? maybe they feel the same way. but who knows? who’ll ever know what other people trul— interrupted by your thoughts is your professor calling out your name from the front of the class. you practically jump out of your seat, swallowing thickly as you adjust yourself before setting your eyes on the professor. “i apologize, professor.” you say quietly, almost quiet as a mouse as you lean into your hand. your elbow resting on the desk, legs crossed as you try to focus. the professor nods his head in response, “please do try to pay attention.” he speaks aloud as he clears his throat, turning back to the board as he resumes his lecture.

though, it was hard enough for you to pay attention. being sleep deprived, and also being as high as a kite in class was not a good idea. you chuckled quietly at your own internal thoughts as you stare blankly at the board. all these other students must have a clue on what’s going on, unlike you. some woman putting her intelligence to waste by being high all day, words your mother would say if she were here.

you didn’t have much friends— or any at all. you didn’t need any, and coming from a thought that wasn’t in a way your mother would want it to be, friends were a nuisance. much like you saw yourself as one.

you trotted through the hallways of the college campus, hands in the pockets of your sweatpants as you counted each one of your steps. staring into the distance as you could feel the world around you spin, flake, disappear and come back, dissolve and bounce. carrying your black book bag— yeah, you still carried a book bag around like it were your highschool days. who cares? certainly not you. it was actually a comfort, being reminded of those days of youth. being so lost as you wobbled through the empty halls, too busy to take notice in the guy who was heading right towards you.

there was a large thump, the guy dropped his phone. you on the other hand stumbled back quite a bit, as if you were knocked out of your thoughts and back into reality. so much for a fifty dollar cart. you sighed as you scratched the back of your head lightly. “sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.” you said as you looked up at the guy whom you had ran into. Yuji Itadori.

wow, what a perfect guy. not even saying this appearance wise, but he was just perfect. ideal. he was a student athlete, full paid off scholarship from three whole sports. he was tall, dirty pink hair, light brown eyes like the autumn leaves. he had perfect grades, a perfect life, a lot of friends— he was definitely going somewhere in the future. much unlike yourself.

“no, don’t worry. that was my fault.” he gave a cheeky grin, holding up his hand as he held himself accountable. he then kneeled down to grab his phone, standing up straight again as he looked towards your direction. “trust me though, the other guys here would’ve made it a bigger deal than it should’ve been.” he chuckled in thought before tilting his head. analyzing you and your physical appearance. “you used to be on the girls baseball team in high school, right?” he questioned curiously.

oh? that was new. he’d actually recognized you, catching your interest. you just nod your head slowly, though it was still a bit hard to respond with such a slow processing time. “yeah, i.. uh..” you stammer on your words for a second before pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. to seem… more sober. “yeah, i was.” was. “i quit, after junior year though.” you gave a quick smile, before it going away. yuji nodded in understanding, “understandable.” he replied with a smile. “you look different, a good different though don’t get me wrong!” was he trying to keep this conversation up? he wasn’t doing good. “yeah— thanks.” you said bluntly. “i, uh.. really have to get going..” you gave a slightly empathetic chuckle, and a nervous smile. “i have an exam, i’ll catch up with you later though, yuji.” you said quickly, but before he could utter another sentence you’d already walked past him.

“y—“ …”yeah.” he said, looking back curiously as you walked off. “a good different.” he muttered under his breath before looking away, continuing his path as he placed his hands inside his pockets.

‘what a nuisance.’ you thought to yourself as you let out an annoyed huff.

later that night, you lie in bed, staring at your ceiling as puffs of smoke leave your mouth. your hair spread out on the white silk sheets, your arms and legs spread out as you stare at the euphoric glimmer of the sky. “i want to go to space.” you slurred out. staring into the ceiling of what was now the galaxy.

you wore a large white t- shirt, in which you had gotten from your older brother. before he had left, before the family split, before… before you were engrossed in drugs. funny, how then your mother would always say;

‘don’t get addicted to things you know you can’t go cold turkey on, pumpkin.’ pumpkin? she’d never say that. “maybe more of uh..” you muttered to yourself. “ ‘don’t do drugs, kid.’ “ you chuckled. “yeah, that sounds about right.” you said as you stared up at the galaxy patterned ceiling. which was all just a figment of your imagination of course, the floral designed underwear you wore designed in red rubbed against your skin. you lifted your arm, holding the blunt to your mouth as you inhaled.. andd exhaled. you closed your eyes. and the alarm rang. time for work.

that’s right, you take classes at 10 in the morning, leave at 12, go home for about 15 minutes.. get high and reminisce leave at 12:26 to go work, work until 2 in the morning.. go back to your apartment… and repeat.

you put on your uniform, tying your hair into a ponytail as you stared at yourself in the mirror. your eyes weren’t as bloodshot as they were in class. i mean? you didn’t need a cart for work, of course.

you thought that as you picked up your cart, stuffing it in your pocket. feeling rather prestigious knowing you can’t go anywhere without the feeling of euphoria following you around!

you sat on the edge of your bad as you put your shoes on, standing up before stretching as you let out a soft groan. “the cycle repeats.” you mutter to yourself as you grab your things and make your way out of your room, shutting the door behind you before walking towards the bathroom. sighing as you opened the mirror-cabinet to grab a small pill container. fluoxetine. didn’t help like weed carts did, but it helped enough to stay on it so when you say ‘i ran out of weed!’ you can just get more. except.. it’s given to you… and prescribed!

you closed the container before setting it back in the cabinet, closing the mirror door before switching off the light and walking out. yanking your keys from the holder as you unlocked and opened the door slowly, walking out as the burst of never-been-outside air hits you. shutting the door on your way out, you shift to your right on your heels. walking down the hallways, onto the elevator, through the lobby and outside to your car. as you got in you slumped in the drivers seat, i mean.. you could really crash into this whole complex right now and just… “boom” you emphasized to yourself before adjusting your body in the seat. setting your keys on the center console you push the start car engine button, buckle yourself in before letting the car heat up.

yeah, sure, your shift was going fine. you made it a few hours into it without bringing your cart into involvement. nor getting scolded for not cooperating by your manager. the loop was changing!

or so, you thought.

it was about 12:30 at night. tables had been cleaned, no customers until a group college students had walked in. in which you knew, and hated. though you put on a smile as you made your way to their table. “welcomeee, and what could i get for you lot.” you say in your best customer service voice.

the girl with a short black bob began to speak. “can i get—“ the girl was interrupted by a tall bulky guy with brown hair, and green eyes. he let out a loud obnoxious laugh as he analyzed you from top to bottom. “i know you.” his voice deep, husky. he tilted his head to the side.

“i, uh.. don’t think i recognize you.” well, how could you. on cloud 9 almost all the time, it’d be a surprise if you did remember.

the guy chuckled.

“i used ta’ be your dealer. till’ you basically said.. fuck yourself, and didn’t pay me.”

“i don’t recall.”

“ya’ know ya’ do.”

“maybe you’re mistaken.”

“you callin’ me dumb, bitch?”

“maybe i am.”

he chuckles. “yeah. maybe you are.” he says, his smile slowly fading. his face falling into a glare, though you knew you were fucked. you thought nothing of it.

and for the rest of that shift, you found yourself high in the clouds again. it helped with the anxiety.

about an hour later, you found yourself taking the trash out. couldn’t your colleagues have done this? or maybe something to help. you scoff. but you were feeling great, so who even cares? as long as you were feeling it so was everyone else. you pushed the back door open as you entered the slim and dark alleyway, the black trash bag in hand as you began to toss it in the trash. you stood there for a second before hearing a whistle in the distance.

“yo, bitch.” a voice you recognized called out, standing in the distance was the guy from earlier, his buddies.. and more buddies. you sighed as you held up your hands, “look.. i.. don’t want any problems.” your voice slurred slightly, but he was too angry to notice.

he trotted over, your reaction timing was moving in space time. so you had literally no time to react at all, as he punched you square in the face. you swear you could feel every bone in your face shift as you fell back, you let out a loud groan. looking up as your eyes widened slightly, but so gone only half of you didn’t realize what was going on.

a few more of his guys joined in, assaulting a cafe worker at 1 in the morning.. in the middle of a dark alleyway. how ironic. after a while you were sat against the brick wall, a cut on your swollen cheek, a bloody nose, and a pool of blood leaking out of your mouth.

“what a nuisance.” the guy spat at you. walking away with the rest of his buddies. your eyes followed him.

“where have i heard that before?” you muttered out as you leaned your head back against the wall. your hand slowly making its way into your pocket as you pulled out your cart. bringing it to your mouth.

inhale, exhale.

closing your eyes as your lungs inhaled the euphoric air.

“yo.”

a voice echoed through your head.

“yo!”

“yoooooooooo!”

your eyes shot opened, coming to your senses as your turn your head slightly to the side. your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you see a silhouette of a man kneeled down in front of you. at first you were able to recognize who it was. but your eyes did you justice, only to realize it was yuji. what a coincidence.

“sheesh.. what happened to you? you look beat up!” he says as he analyzes your face. grabbing your had slowly before helping you up. you couldn’t balance yourself though, so he held you on your feet by the waist. barely conscious as his voice began to fade from your ears. as he walked with you you were completely out of it. he didn’t know any info on you, where you live.. or anything really, except that you did girls baseball in high school, the same one he went to. and had a few conversations with you.. but did you even remember?

he looked concerned as he kept his focus on you, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

you woke up hours later, laying on your back in bed. staring up at the bright ceiling as the sun trickled through the curtains. but this wasn’t… your bed. hell, this wasn’t even your room. “what the.. fuck..” you muttered confusingly as you sat up. wincing a bit in pain, bringing a hand to your face as you felt the bruise on your upper cheek.

the room had navy blue walls, consisted of posters of Jennifer Lawrence, random movies in which you’d never seen, video game consoles and a desk. yeah, this definitely wasn’t your room.

“you’re awake.” your head almost snapped as you turned to the right, facing where the voice had come from. standing in the doorway was yuji. you analyzed him as he stood in his sweatpants and Jennifer Lawrence shirt which had pictures of her face collaged onto it. you cringed. then looking back at his face. “oh, um.. hi. yeah.” you pulled your legs over the edge of the bed. only to realize you were in large red pajama pants, which weren’t yours. and your t shirt, which was under your work uniform before.. all this happened. “sorry, but what am i doing here?” you ask.

he leans against the doorframe. your figure was small in his pajama pants, he didn’t do anything weird or creepy he just wanted you to feel comfortable rather than sleeping in work pants that could wake you up with an ache in your legs. “you really don’t recall?” he asked curiously.

“yeah, i mean…—“ you shot a frown. “can you just..- enlighten me, einstein.” you mutter. he blinks, chuckling a bit. “okay, no need to get aggressive” he said as he made his way in, handing you strawberry yogurt with a spoon. sitting besides you on the bed as you reluctantly take it. “found you unconscious, all beat up in an alleyway. i woke you up for a second, but you just passed right back out.” he chuckled. “brought you to my place—“ he held up his hands. “and i swear on my life, didn’t do anything weird. i just changed you into my favorite pajama pants— so you weren’t uncomfortable. i didn’t sleep in the same bed as you either. slept on the couch.” he said, in full honestly before putting his hands back on his lap.

not that you cared, anyway. if he even did do anything, you were unconscious anyway. “oh, and i also put some stuff to help with the bruising and scratches on your face. i also stopped your lip from bleeding.. it was pretty busted.” he said with a grin. it made you raise a brow, this guy was mindful. and he was proud of himself for it… well, not that being careful and mindful was bad but— “never mind.” you muttered to yourself, he raised a brow. “what?” he said suddenly. you almost shot up, looking back at him. “oh.. err.. nothing, sorry.” you said awkwardly before shooting up again. “and— thanks.” you were a bit of an awkward and anxious person— when you weren’t under the influence of drugs, it’s clear that you didn’t care about your own wellbeing.

“well—“ you said suddenly before yuji spoke up again, “y’know..” he said quietly. you turned your head to face him again. and he faced you. “smokings not good for you.” he said with an almost innocent gaze, before standing up and stretching with a groan. “keep the pants, by the way.” he said with a pure smile. if you were high, you’d laugh. but you could just stare in silence as you slowly stood up. “my.. uh.. my car.” you said quietly. “hm?” he turned to you, “oh, i have your keys. car is still by the cafe. if you need me to help ya’ cause you’re a little woozy i can help.” he said softly as he pulled out your keys from his pocket and tossed them to you.

you caught them with both hands, cringing slightly at his offer. “er, no thanks.” you said quietly. “but thanks.” you said again.

when you two stood at his door you had all your things gathered, though you still had his pajama pants on. which he said was fine. “thank you, again, yuji.” you said, you were thankful. you really were. you just couldn’t express it. “no problem, bun.” he said with a smile. ‘bun’? you raised a brow. what an odd guy. as you were about to walk away he suddenly spoke again. “hey.. sorry.. but uh..” he stammered a bit. you turned around to face him, a bit curious as to what he had to say. “we should really.. like.. hang out more.” hang out? “and er—“ he scratched his head. “you really should quit the smoking thing.” the smoking term, again. that’s funny. you thought. but the thought of him wanting to hang out.. also sort of peaked your interest. “….okay.” you said softly. you hadn’t even realized you had uttered that out. but you did. you now had a friend. maybe?

later that day you lay in your own bed, you had taken a shower so your hair was still a bit damp. your body was curled up as you hugged a stuffed animal. you weren’t high.. not one bit. but you were thinking of the words of yuji, ‘you should really quit the smoking thing.’ you almost scoffed aloud as you thought of it again. “as if.” you muttered before your hand slid under your pillow, pulling her cart from under it.

a smirk on your face as you brought it up to your mouth, but stopped as it was only a few inches away.

‘you should really quit that smoking thing.’

“that smoking thing.” you snorted. pulling the cart back from her face, before tossing it the other way. “okay, yuji.” she muttered to herself.

‘ why does some silly boy have a huge influence on me? ‘

the next day you found yourself getting ready again for your classes, you missed the other day so there was an unexcused absence. you didn’t mind— well, usually you didn’t. but you found yourself today feeling a bit.. stressed maybe? not sure. it was an odd feeling.

you dressed yourself in a t shirt and jeans, adjusting how your clothes looked on your body you made your way into the bathroom. staring at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes.. that felt like.. forever.

“i look weird.”

you say quietly to yourself.

“i feel weird.”

you say in a louder voice, almost jumping out of your skin when you realize how loud you can be. as if you didn’t know you could be any louder.

you just sigh, feeling weird. but your body feels oddly warm. in a good way of course. you almost crack a smile as you open the mirror cabinet, pulling out the container of prescription pills. “these wouldn’t count.. right?” you stared at them. you then let out a heavy sigh before putting them back, closing the mirror and walking out of the bathroom.

“no.”

you grab your bags as you slightly adjust your hair.

what are you doing that for? you catch yourself, questioning in your head as to why you would even care about things such as your own hair. you take a minute to think before brushing it off. you grab your phone, shoving it into your pocket as you walk out of your room, making your way to the front door as you slip on your black uggs. you twist the doorknob after unlocking it, grabbing your keys before standing there for a second.

you’re forgetting something.

you stare at the doorknob as you dissociate from your body. “it’s probably nothing.” you mutter out before walking out the door, shutting the door behind you as make your way out.

unlike your job, the college campus was literally right next door! all you had to do was a little bit of walking. you’d be fine, right?

“you made it early for once.” your professor said with a small smile. you looked up from wherever you stood. staring for a second before shaking out of your thoughts. “yeah.. i uh.. i.. i made it.” you give a small yet awkward smile. “well, take a seat then.” he offers kindly as he turns around and starts cleaning off the board. you nod in response as you make your way to your seat in the front row, crossing your legs as you look around.

“you know…. in the beginning of the year, you were my best student.” the professor said. you looked over, he was a scrawny old man with long grey hairs. he seemed sweet too. “oh..” was all you could mutter out. wanting to tell him more for some reason, he just tilted his head. “what happened, young one?” he questioned curiously. though you could sense a feeling of warmth from him, “well..” just before you could speak, mote students came flooding in. interrupting your train of thought and voice, you just stopped. and looked away. though, your professor didn’t pry. he just nodded, and faced the other students.

after that class you found yourself, yet again walking through the hallways. you looked around as you sort of.. admired the campus view. “why’ve i never noticed this?” you muttered to yourself as you looked around. you nodded your head as if approving the beautiful scenery like never before. you chuckle to yourself before heading into the library, which you’ve never done before. quite odd of you.

pulling out your phone as you quietly walk in, the library filled with books of every genre. i mean, of course. it’s a library. you sit down at a nearby table, there were a few other people here as well. scattered around studying, or just reading.. but you didn’t mind. you felt a sense of peace? maybe. until you heard a familiar voice.

“yo!” a male voice said aloud, a few voices shushing him in the background. you looked up as you noticed him, a small smile appearing on your face, before fading as you noticed four other people following behind him. a rather tall male with black spiky hair, following by a shorter guy with white hair and a black mask. a girl with a short brown bob, and another with a long black high ponytail. they all waved and sat down.

“hey!” the female with the brown eyes and short brown hair said with a smile, “we’ve heard a lot about you, from yuji of course!” she said happily. the others agreeing. she held out her hand to shake yours as she leaned over the table. you looked down at her hand, hesitant. you looked back at her and then smiled. she awkwardly pulled her hand away. yuji smiled, “don’t be nervous. these are my friends, nobara, megumi, maki, and toge. wanted to introduce them to you.” he said happily.

“tuna.” the white haired male introduced as toge spoke. in which the girl, maki, with the long ponytail agreed with him. she pushed her glasses up slightly as she sat up. “you have an odd scent— don’t get me wrong, you look good but usually— and i see you around campus a lot.. usually you look out of it. are you feeling okay today?” she asked curiously.

“oh— i.. uh..” you stammered.

“maki! why would you ask such a question?” nobara butted in.

megumi peaked in from his phone. “maybe she’s just having a good day.” he mustered.

toge responded, “tuna mayo.” which you didn’t quite understand.

yuji tried to speak a few times but they continued to argue a bit more, they’d ask you questions but wouldn’t let you answer them. overwhelming you as they argued and argued and argued.

you felt yourself getting overwhelmed, your face felt like it was heated as your chest started to become heavy. your eyes darted from each of them before standing up quickly, gathering your things and walking off without say.

yuji noticed you before anyone, standing up as he watched you rush away. he shouted your name, “wait! please—“ he called after you. but you kept walking, you walked until you were off the campus. looking around as cars passed by, people laughed and chatted as you rushed through. the sidewalks seemed like they were always crowded.. but why now? why now when you felt the world caving in on you? why now when you felt as if you couldn’t breath.

why now when you felt isolated?

you rushed to the student apartment complex as your hand never left your chest, trying to catch your breath as if you just ran a mile. your eyes darted around making sure no one followed you, fumbling with the keys in your pocket as you made your way up the stairs. “mom.. mommy.” you muttered under your breath. as if she would even come. what was wrong with you?

finally opening the door you yanked your keys out of the lock and slammed the door behind you, not even locking it as you dropped your things. you rushed around, rummaging through your things.

“where is it?” you shouted, as if you were in fear. as if you were hiding from someone. you destroyed your room, the living room, your cabinets, drawers, until you moved onto your bed next. you grabbed your pillow and threw it as your breath scurried away from you. tears filling your eyes as you destroyed everything in your path… until you found it. your cart, you yanked it towards you quickly. putting it to your mouth.

inhale, exhale.

but you felt nothing.

you opened your eyes, your breathing getting increasingly quicker as you stood up. “what the fuck? what the fuck.. what the fuck!” you shouted as you pulled your hair. you kicked your dresser as you rushed around your room. god, you ran into the bathroom. you looked through everything.. to find nothing. nothing, nothing, nothing.

more tears left your eyes, you sat against the wall as you banged your head against it. thinking, thinking, thinking.

you had no money— you had nothing. you couldn’t just call up a dealer. you had nothing. nothing…

your eyes shot open. you stood up quickly, looking around as you swallowed thickly.

something.

you slowly made your way into your room, walking towards the closet as your hands shakily moved towards the knob. opening it slowly as you looked up at the upper shelf of your closet, there sat a gun. you stood on the tips of your toes grabbing it barely with the tips of your fingers as you brought it down.

you stared at it, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes. shakily holding it up, you pointed it towards your head. closing your eyes slowly. god, you were so lost that you didn’t even notice..

“what the hell are you doing?” your eyes shot open. turning around quickly as you looked at the person.. yuji? your breath began to quicken again. and before you knew it you pointed the gun at him. “get out.” you muttered out.

his eyes widened. staring at you, his eyes darting from the gun and back to your face. he took a step back. “look— i.. i don’t know what happened out there, but i can help you. i really can.” he nodded his head as he took a step closer. “just.. please p—“ you interrupted him. aiming it straight at him, your tears drying. “don’t come any closer.” in which he nodded. “right..” he muttered as he held up his hands. “look, i promise. i can get you the help you need— anything just d..”

“stop acting like you’re my friend, yuji.”

“what?”

“i said: Stop acting like you’re my friend.”

“i.. i am your friend. you’re mine.”

“we were never friends! i never asked you to be my friend— i never did! you just decided to come into my life!”

“…”

“you ruined it all! i felt so good.. so relieved.. so alone. and you came and ruined it!”

“you were already ruining yourself!”

“—and how would you have even noticed? you’ve never even spoken to me.”

“but i have. don’t you remember?”

“what..?”

“of course you don’t. when i said i knew you from high school— i didn’t just know you as that big shot on the girls baseball team. we met at a party— and we talked.. and.. we danced. but of course—“

“you’re lying.”

“you would’ve remembered if you didn’t drown yourself in drugs every day and night.” he spat. your eyes widened. lowering the gun, only slightly.

that’s right.. that’s right.

the music was loud, you stood there in your short sparkly royal blue dress as you danced. your friends, people you didn’t know surrounded you as the music blasted. your friends giggled as you all danced, and shouted to communicate over the music.

you felt a bit dehydrated, as all you did was drink and dance. drink as in alcohol.

“i’m uh.. gonna go get a drink!” you shouted to your friends, in which they all nodded. as you pushed your way through the crowded room full of dancing high school students you walked over to the table full of foods, drinks, alcohol.. but you grabbed a water. twisting the top off as you brought it to your lips.

“fun party, right?” a male voice from behind you said. you turned around, a smile tugging at your lips. yuji itadori. “funny seeing you here.” you said with a soft chuckle. “but yeah, fun, i guess.” you replied.

“you look good!”

“what?”

“i said, you look good!”

you giggle to yourself as you tap your ear, the music blasting.

“i can’t hear you!”

yuji chuckled to himself before taking a few steps closer, “i said you look good!” he said with a smile as he stared at you.

you stared at him, a bit surprised by the compliment before smiling. “thank you, yuji.” you said softly, staring up at him.

the two standing in front of each other with soft gazes.

now stare at each other in fear, confusion, and despair.

“please.” yuji says again, “put the gun down.” his voice breaking a bit. and all you do is stare, the tears welling up in your eyes as you just collapse onto the floor. sobbing like a child. the gun beside you, but not in your possession.

and without hesitation itadori runs towards you, kneeling down as he helps you up slightly. “it’s okay, don’t cry, don’t cry.” his voice soft, he wipes your tears with care as you sit up on your knees. holding you in his arms as he sits on his own knees. “i’m here.” he says softly.

“i’m sorry, yuji.” you choke out as he wipes your tears, staring at him as he holds you in his arms.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do.” you sob out.

he lets out a heavy sigh. “i’ll be here with you, okay?” he pulls you closer to him. and you let him. your head lay against his chest, he leans back against the foot of your bed. holding you close to him as he tilts his head back. stroking your hair as you sob into his chest.

“just the two of us.”

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thanks for requesting! ♥️ (there's no spoiler at all!)

more about the prompt: you're feeling down and eddie is there for you. bonus + details: nothing but cute moments. you cutting his bangs because it's starting to get in his eye. and putting eyeliner on it. first time he says he loves you. him just being the huge sweetheart that he is with you. lots of intimate moments. you feeling insecure and him loving you extra than ever.

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You've looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling good about being in baggy clothes but still feeling disconnected from yourself as you analyze your appearance; your hair wasn't pleasing you, nor the dark circles on your face, much less the feeling of wanting to switch bodies with someone else. That was not a good day and you didn't intend to go out or even see a lot of people. Still, you couldn't help but dabble over your reflection every now and then and try to feel better, this time you had a small bottle of moisturizer in hand, smothering your eye area as you smeared the cream with your fingers as if it was going to act on your skin by a miracle. You thought about trying to apply makeup, the result would certainly be better, but you knew that in minutes it would all go down in tears. Why did things have to be this way?

As soon as he entered his room, Eddie felt his heart sink in his chest seeing how sad you were looking at yourself, your face was dull and distant and that was the worst feeling he'd had in a long time. "Hey, pup," he announced his arrival in a cautious voice. You had agreed to go out together, and as usual he would pick you up at your house. Although having you there was no problem at all, he couldn't deny that he knew that was not a good sign. Walking over to you, he hugged your waist, not squeezing you too hard in case you felt like backing off, and tucked his chin into your shoulder. "You look good in my shirt." He raised his eyebrows, looking at you with his puppy, perfect eyes. His cheeks were red, as were his fingertips that were pulling you against him. You felt lucky.

"You're kind," you looked at the well-known hellfire club t-shirt on your body. You had yours, but his was better; it smelled a little bit of weed and baby lotion, somehow that was quite comforting. Still avoiding your reflection in the mirror, you turned to him. "Your room is much more comfortable than mine, I hope you don't mind me coming to stay 'ere, your uncle said it would be fine." He laughed at how you shoved yourself in his chest, yet he took you in. His uncle had warned him you'd be there as soon as he got into the trailer, he didn't care.

"It's okay, I missed you," he said, kissing your icy nose and then forehead. Even though you weren't looking into his eyes, for what he feared was that he'd watched you long enough before he spoke to you in the room, he felt lighter to see you were relaxed than minutes ago in his arms. "Don't you feel cold, little one?" he asked, pulling you closer to him as you did the same.

His eyes were comfortable on you, not like your mother's in situations like this. That was one of the reasons you preferred to stay there than at home, besides, as messy as his room was, it was comforting to have so many references of him around you. "Just a little," you finally let your eyes meet his, the bangs had started to get too big and he was blinking incessantly to get rid of them. You smiled, he was adorable. As much as you thought it was wrong, you felt like you wanted to feel beautiful at least when you were around him.

He nodded, taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. Before going to get him a sweater, he kissed your head. You wished you could keep that piece of clothing wrapped around you forever. "I was under your covers, so I wasn't feeling so cold..." you sighed, just in an attempt to keep the silence from getting uncomfortable. He ran his fingers through his curls, brushing them back and smiling slightly at you. He knew you were sad, you could tell by the way he looked at you warily. You didn't expect him not to know, he always knew how to read you like a book. "Come here, let's fix this,"

Without hesitation, he followed you to his bathroom. You bent down, reaching for the scissors from the top drawer, consequently making his belly fill with butterflies for enjoying the intimate feeling it provided. Putting aside your makeup stuff you'd left there in case you changed your mind about going out, you sat down at the sink. The marble was freezing cold and you soon regretted not having chosen to wear pants. You didn't get along with cold weather.

"What's that?" he asked, fitting himself between your legs. His hands went to your waist, actually a little lower, tracing comfortable circles with his fingers. You shuddered, just as your body shivered and he chuckled before stepping back. His question had been briefly about the clear makeup bag.

"It's fine, I like your touch, I always do, and it's warm." You declared, holding his face to you. His eyes were on yours, and contrary to what your head had made you imagine on that dark day, he still bathed you in adoration. You loved him so much. Even if you don't feel like going out there in the cold in your weird mood, you would do it just to make him happy. "I brought some makeup stuff, like eyeliner, concealer, blush-- y'know, those kinds of things." You replied, smoothing his bangs into place. His hands came down to your thigh, and as usual, you felt his not-so-icy fingers run along some of your stretch marks. You liked how he didn't ignore their existence, made you feel good.

"I know you find the makeup process relaxing, and you do look pretty in all these things," he closed his eyes so the hair wouldn't fall into them. You cut a little bit and he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyelids so he could see your lips between your teeth in a fluffy expression of concentration. He appreciated having you to do that for him, he'd make it all crooked. "But, like, trust me, you unbelievably beautiful without those things too, like properly stunning, can't you believe how lucky I am? and how I'm--" after the last string of curls, you peaked to not get it too straight and bit your lip watching him stop talking to spit some of the hair getting into his eyes and mouth.

Without giving him an opening to continue, you leaned on his shoulders, hugging him with your legs, lacing your fingers behind his neck and kissed him. He chuckled into your lips as you pulled him closer, his hands hovering over your thighs, keeping you warm. Still glued to him, you pecked his nose, admiring the wide smile he had for you; yes, just for you. You liked to think like that, and that automatically made you laugh too. "I love you Eddie," you said, knowing that you had never verbalized it even though you never avoided showing him such a feeling. You brushed his bangs with your fingers, making sure it was all right. The length had gotten good and now it was possible to get a good look at his puppy eyes; soft on you, a little teary as his mouth was half open. You grinned at that. "You make me feel special, that's why I'm here now, you make me better. Even when I'm feeling a little way too weird." You concluded, still hugged to him.

"You make me feel special too, I always feel happy and light by your side." He kissed your neck, sinking his curls into your sensitive skin as he shook his face to make you laugh; he succeeded happily. He hadn't said the 3 words back, but you didn't feel sad, not least because you didn't doubt his feelings towards you. The two of you had no problem, regardless of the place, showing how you felt about each other. He always treated you right, and you appreciate that as a whole. "You're everything to me." He snuggled you into his chest, running a hand down your back. You hovered in comfortable silence and it was as if your mind could never become noisy and mean again. You liked the peace it was to have him with you.

"Eddie?"

"Huh?!"

"Since I don't feel like putting makeup on," you whispered, wincing as his fingers brushed your cheek. You had tears that you hadn't realized had come out of you, and you couldn't even explain why they were there. "Since I'm pretty without all these things," you joked, his lips touching your salty skin. He wouldn't ask why you were crying, deep down you thought he understood that even you didn't know why and that he had gotten used to it by now. Not that you wanted to be that way, but it was nice to know he didn't mind loving you a little harder when you couldn't.

"I mean that, you're perfect," he said simply, without forcing a pitying voice. Still, you laughed humorless. "Don't laugh at my words, I'm being honest." He frowned, teasing you and then saw your face light up at his expressions that were way too theatrical at that very moment.

"I know," you said, swallowing dry, just to feel your throat burn.

"Don't hold back, you can cry, I'm here for you. I would never judge you." He muttered, his own eyes watering like a reflection of yours. He wished he could make you stop feeling this way, would do anything to switch places with you. He would never understand it as a whole, but he would always be there for you; whatever it was.

Taking a deep breath, you let him rest his forehead on yours. He kissed your lips and nose a few times, letting your tears run silently down your cheek. Even crying with him was comfortable. "I may not look that strong, but I will always be here for you too."

"Shut up, you're insanely strong."

You nodded, once again amused by his features. "Anyway, I would just ask if I could put make up on you instead," you knew he wouldn't deny it. "Just the eyes," you held the eyeliner, showing him the small object in your tiny hands.

"Well," he sighed deeply, feeling guilty that he was finding your puffy face and reddened eyes so kissable. He ran his fingers over your cheeks, feeling more comfortable watching your breathing steady. "If it makes you feel better." He shrugged, as if he didn't like and yearn to have you right next to him, brows arched, breath close to his as you were there entirely for him to admire.

He brushed away your tears, bobbing his nose to yours to see your damp cheeks light up in a shy smile. "Okay, pretty angel, let me take care of you." He nodded, his face already flushed. His hands hovered over your waist, squeezing the spot lightly as he circled his thumb over your skin. You placed one of your hands on his jaw, making him lie down, snuggle into your palm like a puppy; his perfect curls getting in the way and all. Wrinkling his nose, he closed his eyes and held himself still for you to do whatever you wanted with him. Your touch was soft, your fingertips felt like massaging him, your legs were hugging him and he couldn't be more comfortable being with you; he hoped you were feeling the same way.

Biting your lips, you felt happy with your work. He had smoky eyes and well defined eyeliner over his eye and waterline, you'd done a good job. "Done," you muttered more to yourself than to him. Opening his eyes, he was comforted to see how your mood was more radiant than before. He knew you were proud, and he didn't doubt you'd done well. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tightly to you, he also hugged you to him even more. Pulling back a little, you took his face in your hands, making the two of you grin like idiots. As much as he felt like an idiot for not telling you yet, he hoped you knew how much he loved you. "You look really good like that, we have to plan to go out like that one day." You sealed your lips to his.

Looking you up and down, in his perfect, inviting eye makeup, he agreed. "You could do a matching on you and we could go out like this, or just go to school like this," he paused for a few seconds, as if imagining the scene; you holding hands, you in his jacket and both eyes black and smoky. Looking at him, you captured the same in minds; you would love to have your snacks with him while he has a band on his fluffly mess of curls and cute, hot and sexy makeup on.

"Yeah, I'd fancy that," you stated before he took a few steps back. "What are you doin'?" You asked curiously, watching him pick up some clean covers and put them on the bed.

"Uncle's makin' marshmallows and hot chocolate," he said simple. You felt sheltered, even though you knew you were being a little invasive. His uncle always did it when Eddie was feeling sad, eventually he started doing it when you were feeling down too. You enjoyed it immensely. "He lit a slope and all, come on."

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"I like this thing, it brings out his eyes well." His uncle said a few steps away from you, hands by the fire. Eddie had put the familiar mattress you knew way too well, along with the covers, near the door and under the trailer's small roof. The night was chilly but the thick layer of fluffy fabrics were doing well, although you couldn't wait to snuggle into Eddie's chest.

"I know right! I told him he needs to wear it more often!" You fed his line, already going deep into imagining your boyfriend with that same makeup while playing guitar for some people in the band's gig. You would definitely make him wear that more often. His uncled laughed, nodding once more. You liked him. Soon, he sat by the fire, both to control it and to provide more privacy for you.

Cheeks reddened from the cold and you talking about him right in front of him like he wasn't there, Eddie offered you more marshmallows. "Want more chocolate too, pup?" He whispered, watching you clog your mouth with some more.

"No," You shook your head, welcoming yourself more into your covers. "But I really want you." You said more quietly, making his face flush even harder; even if it was almost as if you were alone.

"Huh, 'kay, princess." You bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation, opening your arms to him. He lay down next to you, letting you snuggle into him. Your face went to his neck, resulting your hot breath make him feel at home as your arms tightened around him.

"Eddie," you buried your face in his sweater, wishing his scent could invade you.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry we couldn't go out today," he felt the guilt in your voice.

"Don't feel, it's not your fault," he kissed your head, squeezing you to him. "The only point of going out is for us to be together and have more time with each other, and that's exactly what we're doing. It's okay, I'm happy with you 'ere in my arms."

"Thank you for being so understanding, golden," your voice was already lower, your hand was tight on his sweater and your breathing much calmer. He hoped that soon you would be asleep and full well.

"Always, pup," he brushed your hair back from your face, kissing your nose and forehead just to see you cuddle closer to him. Soon, you were relaxed and protected in his warm embrace. He smiled wide in relieved to see you with a calm expression on your face.

"You two are so cute, best couple." His uncle said, even if from afar.

"Yeah, I'm taking that," he agreed unceremoniously, still unable to help but feel embarrassed.

"She knows? Have you told her?"

"Told her what?" He said looking at you, turning you gently towards him so he could lift you up bridal style.

"That you're in love with her," the man laughed, that was so obvious.

"She knows," he replied uncertainly. You involuntarily fit better into his chest and he soon kissed your head, holding you comfortable as best as he could.

"Well, I hope so, she's crazy 'bout you, verbalizes and shows it all the time."

"She does?!" He asked surprised, even though he knew exactly how you were and could imagine that it was true. Suddenly, he felt bad that you probably didn't know; After all, it would be unfair, right?

"You know she does, Eddie. Sometimes she asks if you talk about her as well, I've never denied anything about that in answers."

Eddie felt silly, a funny smile on his lips as he thought of you chatting all over about him and wondering if he did the same. He did, he just wasn't as transparent as you, not because he didn't want to, he just thought sometimes that you deserved more.

"I'll make sure she knows." He said confident yet worried.

With long but careful steps, he laid you down on his bed. He cuddled you in his covers, leaving your head on his pillow that you liked so much because of the smell of his shampoo. He looked at you for a few minutes, running his finger over your mouth and cheek, taking note of every detail. He couldn't be more sure of that, not that he'd ever had any doubts.

"Pup," he shook you carefully, kissing you softly on the lips. Sly and confused, you just muttered, squinting your eyes. "Just open your eyes a little, please."

"Huh," you emitted low, looking at him lazily as you started pulling his body towards you.

"Look, I love you," his hair fell over your face, tickling warmly. You smiled slightly, he took your hand and kissed it. "I'm pretty much in love with you and I think you should know, sorry for wakin' you up."

Your lips parted radiantly, causing him to copy in excitement.

"I knew it, I can feel it." You assured, he soon hugged you in relief, wrapping you up and letting you use him as a pillow. Knowing that you knew and that you could feel, leaving him a clarity of feeling, made him feel incredibly free. The girl he loved felt loved by him, he knew no better; not to mention being able to hear you say you loved him.

"I love you," he repeated, letting it out more easily.

"I love you more," you whispered.

"Oh, no, pup. That's not possible." You laughed sleepily as he kneaded you into his body.

You couldn't have been happier, it was unbelievable to think that the day had started so badly without him.

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reviewinghiccup · 1 year

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I really love this blog and I know its focus is to analyze Hiccup’s character from what we are given from the films and shows but do you think he felt some sort of resentment towards the other teens, the village, and even Stoick shortly after the events of the first movie? I don’t recall seeing anything like this from Hiccup (correct me if I’m wrong) since it’s just in his nature to be very selfless and forgiving. However, I’m sure that with the lost of his leg and the people suddenly treating him with respect (aside from Stoick, I don’t think we’ve seen any other character formally apologizing for treating him so poorly before), it must have been a very difficult time for him to adjust to, both physically and emotionally. I might be missing a lot things as I write this but I’m sure Hiccup has plenty of scars under the surface that will take lots of time to heal. I’d love to know what are your thoughts about this, thanks!

Wow, that's a really interesting question. @per4mancecheck noted in my post that the reason Hiccup was able to sympathise w Astrid in the episode Blindsided [Episode 11, Season 4 (Race to the Edge)] is because of his own disability. And that got me thinking about what it was possibly like when he woke up and saw his leg missing.

We know that at the end of the 1st movie, he sorta just accepts it. I reckon that was more a pacing issue and the show had to finish on a congratulatory note. It would be a bit too heavy perhaps to go into his disability thereafter. But the shows don't go into it much either. And from what I know and recall of the episodes thus far, no one has apologised for their mistreatment towards him or that he lost his leg. At least not verbally and not written into the shows.

I have a few theories:

(1) THE PRIDE OF BATTLE SCARS

Maybe it wasn't something he dwelled on, because to lose a leg was better than to lose a life. It could be Hiccup was a glass half full kinda person and he was just glad to be alive.

We know from the franchise that the Vikings take glory in battle scars. And they love a good story that comes with it. And losing a leg battling the Red Death is a damn good one.

I also think Hiccup isn't someone who dwells on things, because in HTTYD 2, it didn't take him long to forgive his mother who left him motherless to rescue dragons. He was just happy to have her back again (like Stoick). No resentment towards her or the dragons. Or even Toothless who killed Stoick. It's like his level of understanding reaches undefinable strides. [Granted he was angry, but not for long. He just gets it.]

A) IT WAS NORMAL TO LOSE A LIMB

Further, it is possible that it wasn't something to think about because it was normal for them to lose a limb back then. Many of them have or know someone who has lost a limb (or their minds). When its normalised, the sting of stigma is neutralised.

B) THE FIGHTING SPIRIT

Its that fighting spirit, that even though they suffer from some sort of physical impediment, that isn't going to stop them from fighting Outcasts / Berserkers or serving the community.

Hiccup must've also been used to "coming short" if you get me. And in a way, he supplements his short comings w gadgets. Like the shield, Inferno/Dragon Blade and lots of training.

(2) THE NO HARD FEELINGS CULTURE

Most of the people around him are pretty unapologetic. They're Vikings. It might be in their constitution to not apologise, with words. Maybe they might w actions. We know in the series "When Lightning Strikes" [Episode 13, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)] when the town mistakenly accused Toothless for the fierce lightning storms, they apologised to him by giving loads of peace offerings. Maybe they did the same with Hiccup and we didn't see it because the episodes only began after he was able to walk on the peg-leg, which could've taken some time.

A) ACTIONS SPOKE LOUDER

For example, when he wakes up, dragons could roam freely. They didn't fight dragons anymore. They believed him. I also like to think, their image of him had taken a drastic turn for the better. He gained a lot of respect and that could mean more to him than an apology. Especially since he's the son of the chief and heir to the title. He needs that respect.

B) SORRY, NOT SORRY

In certain cultures, to say sorry might mean nothing much to them. My cousin is half Chinese, and her mother is not much of a "saying sorry" to fix things type. She might, make your favourite meal or buy a snack you like to make up for it and my cousins accepts that as an apology. Live and let live? Yannow?

But as for Snotlout and Tuff/Ruff (can't recall which) I don't think they would've said sorry or even knew they did something wrong. Either because they were too proud to realise (Snotlout) or too dense to notice (the Twins). In fact, they do make fun of him for it.

BUT HAVING SAID THAT...

I believe you have a solid point. Regardless of what society you live in and what type of person you are, when you lose a limb it is counted as a great loss. Especially, if you could've saved it if the people around you had listened. In a natural sense, I'm sure he must've been at least angry. Life without a limb is tough.

Because of his metal leg, he attracts lightning during a storm when flying Toothless. Sometimes during an adventure, he might lose his leg or an enemy might take it away from him to impede him. I mean, it is weakness in the strictest sense, cumbersome if anything else. But I don't think he held it against the other teens on the island for long because whatever he did during the show for them came from a position of genuine friendship.

Emotion wise though, I too wonder if he has completely healed. You see, Hiccup is very attached to Toothless. Toothless is like an extension of himself. He serves like an emotional support animal. The Dragon Academy, Alvin, Dagur, the Grimborn brothers, etc. they also serve as distractions. When he hyper-fixates on these things, he doesn't seem so interested in his own personal issues. That's probably where the phrase "an idle mind is the devil's playground" came from. And why adults asks us to keep busy, cause when you don't your thoughts could run wild.

That may explain why in HTTYD: The Hidden World, Astrid said "but he thinks he is nothing without Toothless." Because for the longest time, Toothless has made things easier for him. Instead of just walking, Hiccup can now fly.

This statement might be an indication that Hiccup hadn't fully resolved his internal conflict and insecurity. I mean, how many of us young adults have issues that date back to childhood?

I think the internal struggle branches out in the final movie because of the loss of his father. That could be why he wasn't ready for marriage, as Astrid knew the case to be. Because before he can transition into a new position, he needed to first know who he is, independent of Toothless. Leg or no leg.

He also needed to believe in the strength he now had with Astrid. And maybe even why it had to be with just Astrid.

I think he must've carried some sort of scar, that only letting go of Toothless could heal. Because, while Toothless resembled strength and adventure, he also signified dependence. And the only way to know you have recovered completely is to let go of your crutch.

I may be overstepping here, but this is just my two-cents.

Thank you so much for asking this question. I had a wonderful time answering it. Gave me a chance to think about things I haven't yet given enough consideration. Above all, I really hope this answer helps.

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A mini rant

I really wish tumblr fans and YouTube react channels would latch on to Star Trek Prodigy. Every week I’m reminded that so many of the people who “officially” review Star Trek content in general online have absolutely NO understanding of the young adult animation landscape.

Countless reviews gripe that the episodes are “too short,” while simultaneously missing all the key details they normally pay attention to in Star Trek because their mindset is still that of animation = for babies. They are so unwilling to engage with the media as it’s presented.

They’re definitely not familiar with the way most animated shows are written these days, where larger story beats are given out bit by bit and writers allow them to come together organically, rather than spoon fed to you upfront.

How many reviewers criticized Dal for being “unlikable” only to walk that back after the Kobiashi episode? How many reviewers complained it was “too much like Star Wars” after only the first episode and didn’t allow the show to even introduce the Trek content? Unwilling to give the character a chance to grow because they didn’t like his starting place?

I’m still salty about reviewers complaining in Dreamcatcher “why didn’t they use the transporter?” despite the show literally telling them that there was a certain type of radiation which is notorious for interfering with transporters. That’s the techno-babble jargon these types of reviewers should LOVE to sift through, but they ignored it and dismissed it and called it a “plot hole” because they don’t respect the intelligence of the writers and its intended audience.

And that’s a common theme I keep seeing. Just this past week it happened again with the Borg episode, where the reviewers complained about the Borg not using their nano-tubes ala First Contact despite the show intentionally referencing the end of Voyager. Instead of it being in line with established canon it’s written off as a way to make the Borg “less scary for kids.”

I don’t understand this seemingly collective amnesia from Trek fans who gloss over long standing established lore and only remember one or two things and forget everything else. I thought cataloguing all these details was one of the things Trekkies were supposed to be GOOD at!

Meanwhile… you wouldn’t see this dismissive attitude coming from young adult animation YouTube reactors. The people who obsess over The Owl House, Avatar, Korra, Amphibia, and Gravity Falls would pick up on those details IMMEDIATELY. They’d analyze the characters relationships, they ship the characters together, theorize about the time travel stuff, and be excited to get into a show like this! They’d ask a question, then the show would answer it, and they’d be like “oh cool! Now I understand!”

Where are my 2 hour long analysis videos about Dal and Gwyn’s relationship? Where are all the lgbt+ reviewers excited that Zero is non-binary? Where are all the reactors trying to protect Murf and Rok? Where are all the animation nerds geeking out over how amazing this show looks??? Where are my Diviner simps???? LOL

I don’t know how to spread my love of this show to other platforms like YouTube. I can’t make videos and I’m not gonna become a reactor. But if I have ANY sway here on tumblr… please, please, PLEASE, let other people who aren’t 50+ year old die-hard Trekkies find this show and start reacting to it!

Spread the word! This show is literally designed to get new people into Star Trek. I wanna see it! I wanna see these YouTuber react channels responding to this show with the same reverence and appreciation that they do for Gravity Falls and other young adult animated shows!

I wanna see people making crazy theories about time travel!

I wanna see people loving Dal’s growth as a character.

I wanna see people loving Gwyn’s sword.

I wanna see people fawning over Murf’s adorable-ness.

I wanna see people mothering Rok.

And more importantly… I wanna see people who’ve NEVER WATCHED Star Trek get into this show and say “I’m really loving Janeway, now I really wanna watch Star Trek Voyager too and see the real Janeway in action!”

These people exist. They’re out there. I know they do! I just have no idea how to reach them! So please, if you ever see a react channel asking “what should I watch next?” Please, please, PLEASE, recommend Prodigy! I fear that word of mouth is really the only way to do this now! Spread the word! Let people around you know how good this show is! Let more people find it! Let more people react to it! Help the show find the audience that seems to be completely missing it!

I love this show. I just want more people to get into it and create content for it! I do what I can here on tumblr, but I’m just one person. I can’t do it alone!

#star trek prodigy #star trek #prodigy #prodigy spoilers #spoilers #dal r'el #gwyn #janeway #rok tahk #murf #jankom pog #startrek #zero #startrekprodigy #star trek: prodigy #star trek voyager #star trek prodigy spoilers #protostar #chakotay

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 3 months

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Unofficial SI Lemonade Business by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated G | Word Count 4,972 | Peter & Morgan, Irondad, fluff and humor

Summary: Morgan's teacher read a book about a boy running a lemonade stand. Morgan is sure she can do it better. After all, she's a Stark! She knows all about, analyzing, marketing, profits and how to propose a good business deal.

“Does this mean we have a deal Mr. Parker?” Morgan asked, emulating her father’s cadence as she spoke. Her hands were on her hips, and her head was dipped down as she looked him over with scrutiny. Rather than answer, Peter held out his hand for Morgan to shake. Apparently, that wasn’t enough. He had to sign a binding contract as well. The second he scrawled his name at the bottom of the crayon-inscribed document, Morgan snatched it up and laughed maniacally. “You need to start working on product development! I’ll work on marketing materials!”

[Excerpt under the cut]

It was Thursday afternoon and Peter was sitting in the Stark-Potts’ penthouse kitchen. He arrived at the tower after school, got himself a snack out and immediately pulled out his homework. He had plenty to do, which was good because the entire Stark-Potts household seemed to be busy with other things. Mrs. Potts was down stairs conducting some sort of last minute meeting. Mr. Stark was pacing around his home office while arguing on the phone and Morgan was locked in her room. The crayon note taped to the door indicated she was working on ‘a super secret project.’ It was fine. It meant he didn’t have to confine himself to the desk in his room. He had the entire kitchen table to sufficiently spread out his things.

He’d been alternating between burying his head in the nineteenth-century literature he was being forced to read and the essay he was being forced to write. Nearly an hour later, Morgan came charging out of her room. By the time he looked up, the five year old was already standing beside with a stack of papers and several colorful writing utensils tucked in her hands. “What’ve you got there, Mo?”

Morgan stood up tall. A look of determination that matched her mother’s crossed her face as she hugged the stationary to her chest. “I have a business proposal for you.”

“Right.” Peter’s brows bunched together as he nodded his head. “What kind of business?”

“My teacher read a book about a boy who sold lemonade to make money. But he sold it for twenty-five cents a cup!” Morgan dramatically flourished her one free hand as she spoke. The movement was reminiscent of the way her father gesticulated when he was giving a particularly passionate speech. It was extra comical given her small stature. “At the end of the story, he only made seven dollars. But he bought a whole skateboard with it. I told my teacher that wasn’t a good reflection of the current economy because skateboards don’t cost seven dollars.”

“Oh yeah?” Peter grinned widely. He was thoroughly amused by the theatrics. “And what did your teacher say?”

With her head tipped back, Morgan released an audible sigh. “She said it was just a story and that the point was the boy worked hard to buy the skateboard himself.”

Peter bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing and forced a serious expression. “I see.”

“Anyway,” Morgan replied. She paused to swipe some loose hair off of her forehead. “I’m going to start my own lemonade business, and I need your help.”

Deciding to play along, Peter closed his school book and nodded seriously. “Okay. What do you need me to do?”

Morgan straightened up. She squared her shoulders into a confident posture and pursed her lips. “Let's have a meeting, so I can go over these reports with you.”

Peter followed Morgan into the living room. They sat across from each other on the floor with the coffee table between them. Morgan set down her stack of papers and began to flip through them. She set aside one that had the Stark industries logo printed across it. Around it she’d colored a bright yellow oval. Peter assumed it was supposed to be a lemon. Vaguely, he wondered if he should bring something up about copyright infringement. He didn’t have time to decide whether or not that was necessary before Morgan was excessively tapping a completely different sheet of paper. On it was a poorly drawn pie chart. It wasn’t quite a circle and none of the colorful sections were labeled.

“After analyzing the competition, I decided there’s a market for better stuff,” Morgan explained, to which Peter raised a single brow.

To be such a popular hustle in books and on television, he wasn’t convinced he’d ever actually seen a little kid running a lemonade stand. He was having a hard time believing there was a lot of competition to be had. "What competition?”

Morgan’s arms crossed over her chest and her lips turned downward into a pout. “Sarah J’s mom said she could sell lemonade too.”

“Right.” Peter nodded again, because sometimes it was easier just to agree. “Of course. Sarah J.”

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You came back to me (Part 3)

Created: 20.03.2022

Finished: 04.07.2022

Edited: 19.09.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 1,384

Warnings: Memory loss

Request: No

Part 2

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"You."

Natasha's brain stopped working for a second. Everything that happened in the past few days was a little bit hard to process and now this new piece of information had made her brain have a short circuit.

Could it be? For once in her life could things be so easy and simple for her?

"How?" Was all Natasha choked out "He shot her in front of my eyes."

"While you were gone today I lied to Y/N and told her I needed to run some tests to see if she was healthy and took the chance to analyze that scar you've mentioned. Clint told me about it." Bruce explained "I have a theory. I think that the bullet Y/N was shot with was an altered bullet that produced no significant damage but was powerful enough to hit some nerves and make her go unconscious. Creating the illusion that she was dead. And also leaving her with those long-term gaps in her memory."

Silence fell over the room all of a sudden.

Natasha couldn't believe her ears.

Life actually was nice to her for once and let her have it easy this time.

Her daughter is alive.

And even more.

The team's Y/N was her Y/N. They had always been the same person. Her baby girl.

"Go to her, Natasha. I'll inform the others of the situation." Bruce pulled Nat out of her thoughts

—

Natasha rushed as fast as she could down the corridor and into the living room where you were still peacefully sleeping.

She took in a shaky breath and tried to gather herself as best as she could, as she slowly approached you with shy steps.

Once she was next to your side, she kneeled next to your head and started to stroke your hair, while the only thing her eyes reflected was love and adoration.

This was actually true.

She got to have her daughter again.

Alive and well.

She got to hold you and kiss you and do again all those things with you she only dreamed about.

She even did it these past few months but learning that you are actually her beloved daughter made everything mean so much more to her now.

Suddenly, her life didn't seem as meaningless as it was before.

No.

It was actually bright.

The hole inside her was once again filled.

~~~~~

Y/B/D, 2001

A day Natasha will never be able to forget.

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"Congratulations, Widow. It's a girl." A guard mocked Natasha as he threw her newborn baby in her arms for the first time

Natasha gently held the little bundle of joy in her arms and looked speechless at the small baby. Her baby.

With a soft kiss on the baby's forehead, the young mother whispered "Hi, my sweet girl. I'm so happy you're finally here with me, little angel. You're Mama's little miracle and I promise you that I'll always keep you safe. Thank you for coming into my life and for making me a mom. I love you more than anything, my baby. My Y/N."

That day became the happiest day in Natasha's life. The day her little angel was born.

The day Natasha learned that love it's not for children and that it's possible to love someone more than you love yourself and your own life.

The day Natasha became a mother.

Your mother.

~~~~~

You slowly opened your eyes and found Natasha smiling at you from ear to ear as she traced your features with her thumb.

"Hey, baby..." She softly whispered

"Tasha?" You rubbed your eyes

"Yeah, baby. I'm here." She reassured you

"For how long was I sleeping?"

"Not much. Just 2 hours." She looked at the watch and then back at you "If you want and feel the need, you can go back to sleep. I won't leave. I'll be by your side the whole time."

"What got you this happy?" You questioned once you've noticed Natasha's happy mood

"You wouldn't believe me." She shook her head

"Of course I will, Tasha. You know that I trust you with my life." You protested

That caught Natasha's attention and she looked at you with tears in her eyes.

"You do?" She raised her eyebrows in disbelief

"Of course I do. Now spit!" You cheered excited

"Remember that big news I found out this morning?"

"Sure." You sat up

"I didn't tell you more about it because I needed to confirm it. And turns out my intuition was right. My motherly instinct didn't fail me." She said, proud of herself

"What are you talking about?"

"I found out my daughter is actually alive, Y/N." She paid close attention to your reaction

"I'm so happy for you, Tasha. You deserve to be happy." You smiled at her, truly happy that the woman you started to see as a mother, got the chance to finally be happy with her real daughter

"But that's not all." She smirked

"No?" You were confused

"No." She shook her head and took your hands in hers "Bruce ran some DNA tests and all of them came back with the same result..."

You held your breath anxiously waiting for her to continue.

"You're my daughter, Y/N. You are my little Y/N. My baby girl. My little angel."

"I-I don't understand..." You stared shocked at her

"When Dreykov shot you to punish me and make me believe you're dead, he used an altered bullet that didn't kill you. This is what caused you to have some gasps in your memory."

A moment of silence fell over the room as you tried to process everything.

"So..." You let a few tears fall, trying to read on Natasha's face if she's lying or not "You're my mom for real?"

"Yeah, baby. I am." She placed a lingering kiss on your forehead, one she had kept for herself for far too long "You have no idea how happy I am that I have you with me once again."

To prove her truth to you she pulled out of the pocket of her jeans an old photo ripped in half that showed the upper bodies of a young woman and a small girl.

The picture portrayed a 22-year-old Natasha with the biggest smile anyone had seen her have on her face, holding in her arms her 5-year-old daughter who was smiling as wide and bright as her mother.

"We took this picture 2 months after we escaped the first time and spent one year together. I took you out to a picnic when a random woman offered to take an instant picture of us." Natasha tried to fight back her tears "This is all I had left from you after I thought they killed you."

You took the picture from her hand with your own shakey hand and shoving your other hand inside the pocket of your hoodie, you pulled out the other ripped half of the picture and put them together. Making the photo complete again.

You looked down at the now complete photo "I always asked myself where the other half was. I guess now I finally got my answer. It was safe in my Mama's hands."

Natasha looked at you with eyes filled with tears "Y/N..." She quietly whispered

You jumped in her arms and you hugged each other so tight as if one of you was going to disappear if the other let go.

"Mama?" You called Natasha, the title effortlessly and naturally rolling down your tongue

Natasha's breath stopped for a second and then she held you closer to her, if possible.

"Yes, my love?" She answered, her voice wavering from all the emotions

"I love you, Mama!" You almost shouted

"I love you too, detka. More than anything." She kissed your head once again, feeling like she couldn't get enough of it

The last time Natasha said this, it was a goodbye.

Now, it's the start of a fresh new and happy beginning for both of you.

You got to be a family again.

Mother and daughter finally reunited and both of you know that each one of you will make every second spent together worth.

"You came back to me..." Natasha whispered into your hairline, smiling

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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