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woewriting · 5 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 (𝐆!𝐏) ──── tara carpenter x reader

── tags. +18 only! no ghostface au, reader has a dick but no pronous were used, cheating, adultery, voyeurism, semi public sex, shower sex, breeding, exhibitionism and if you squint really hard, there's a bit of size kink... tara's a sinner and so are you.

── word count. 5.358

a/n. i cant believe i finally finished this one, a huge thanks to @alkivm and @wesstars for helping me out, this one is for you two. | masterlist.

You never really thought of Tara as more than just a good friend, you really didn’t, but the moment you witnessed her being ruined by her boyfriend’s dick, mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged all around her plump lips, and the way she smiled at you with half open lids, your mind became clouded with Tara.

Her moans, so soft and whiny.

Her hands grabbing her boyfriend’s arms, short nails digging into the muscle and tracing red marks on the tanned skin.

Her smile, so different from the ones she always greets you with when you meet for breakfast before classes. This one was small, almost like a smirk that turned into perfectly ‘o’ shaped when he bit her neck, covering her petite body with his big one.

You couldn't move, petrified with the scene rolling in front of your eyes. You watched as her nails scratched the skin of his back, pulling him impossibly closer, holding him in place so he wouldn’t see you standing there, blatantly watching them fuck. The sounds she was making wouldn’t leave your mind, the image of Tara being fucked raw while staring at you engraved in every single muscle memory of your brain.

And it did.

You stood there for what it felt like hours, watching with focused eyes the heart-giving performance Tara was putting on for you until she came, teeth sinking in the others’ shoulder to suffocate the scream that would tear her throat in pieces.

That’s when you left, your face burning red and an uncomfortable ache between your legs that you wished would disappear, twitching inside your boxers and begging for release.

With a quick wave of your hand towards your friend’s group, you left the frat house, jumping over drunken bodies sprawled in the front yard and walking back to your dorm only a few blocks away. You could still hear the loud electronic music and you smelled like alcohol mixed with different perfumes from every person that hugged you during the night.

Kicking your shoes before stepping inside — following your roommate’s number one rule, you leaned against the closed door, the image of Tara burned into your brain like a tattoo, the soft sounds she was making playing in your head like a broken record that was slowly driving you crazy, a tight knot in your stomach that made your heart beat faster.

Your hand automatically covering the volume in your pants, squeezing your length as you tried to easy down. Deep down, you wanted to open up your pants and pull your cock out, watching the way it twitched with the vivid image of Tara on her knees, sucking you off; or with her legs wrapped around your waist as you fucked her against the door frame, fast and rude, like Chad was doing it. But you couldn’t, you felt dirty already for not turning around and drinking every single solo cup, with a colorful, sparkly drink and dubious alcohol, offered to you by Mindy or Amber to erase what you had witnessed, but no, you froze in place.

With one last hard squeeze, you took a deep breath, deciding to take a cold shower to force yourself to calm down, even if the knot in your stomach was painful, like a little red devil on your shoulder, whispering lustful things into your ear like it’s the most beautiful melody that was hard to ignore. For a split of seconds, you almost listened to him, unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down, removing enough pressure of you, but your phone ranged in your back pocket.

Shaking your head, you took the hardest path, the one that led you to the bathroom. Picking up your phone, Sam’s name blinking on the screen with a picture of you and her together, you gulped, declining the call and deciding to text her instead with the excuse of a migraine that was making you dizzy.

As the water hit your head and your shoulder, your muscles tensed up and you stop breathing, every single body hair standing on end with goosebumps, your member still hard against your belly. You sighed, closing your eyes to focus on the cold water that ran over your body so you could sleep and forget whatever the hell this day was.

It didn’t work, your eye bags the next morning was reason enough for your roommate to ask what happened that kept you up all night.

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To be honest, you didn’t want to be here, sitting in your usual table waiting for them to show up, ignoring a completely enthusiastic Amber. You wanted to be under your blankets, with doors locked, phone on airplane mode and away and safe from the girl that took over your thoughts over the weekend. It’s been two days since the little “incident” at the party, you ignored every single message in the group chat claiming you “needed to study for finals”, which wasn’t a full lie but you really did not need to spend your entire weekend locked in your dorm.

“Yo, dumbass,” you blinked when a blurry hand stepped in your vision, followed by Amber’s furred eyebrows. “you’ve been weird since Friday, what’s wrong with you?”

Before you could answer, the little bell above the door rang, your eyes automatically linking with the brown ones you saw roll to the back of her head when she came all over her boyfriend. Tara was under Chad’s arm, smiling at something the taller boy said as they walked into the small cafe, coming in your direction.

You wanted to flee, leaving all your belongings back and rush to classes, but the table in front of you and the two girls, Amber and Sam, sitting on each side of you, made that wish a little bit impossible to come true, and if you tried, it would draw too much attention to yourself and that was the least thing you wanted at the moment.

You’d have to endure the torture you had set inside your own brain.

Tara was a really good actress, you thought to yourself, as the minutes went by, she, somehow, manage to keep the same image as always, the perfect girlfriend/sister/friend that is constantly smiling and pays attention to everyone and everything that surrounded her.

While you, on the other side, kept your eyes focused on the drawing that swam in your coffee mug until it slowly melted away, not paying much attention to the conversation. You made a disgusted face when you realized it turned cold under your fingertips.

“Want me to get you a new one?”

“Uh?”

Tara smiled, oh so sweet as always, placing her hand on top of yours, her thumb caressing the skin, ready to take your mug and order a new one for you. “I asked if you want me to order you a new coffee? I know you don’t like cold coffee in the morning.”

“No, uh…” You avoided her soft eyes, removing your hand and starting to pack your things to leave. “Actually, I have to go to, it’s uh… I have to take some notes before class. Can you move a little, Amber? Thank you.”

Without looking at them and feeling your heartbeat on your throat, stumbling a few times on a confused Freeman as you passed in front of her, you left your group of friends behind, ignoring the way Sam was saying your name as you walked out of the small cafe.

Once your feet hit the soft grass in front of the university, you exhaled the air that was stuck inside your lungs all the way here. Leaning forward, you took a deep breath, feeling the burning spread through your veins like poison.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice came behind you. Sam’s hand on the lower of your back.

“Yeah, I am,” You turned to her. “I just have too much on my head right now.”

The older Carpenter analyzed you, her dark eyes roaming around your features like she always did, looking for any sign of lie.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, clenching your hands around the strap of the bag over your shoulder. “I’ll feel better after the finals, don’t worry, Sammy.”

The nickname earned you a soft smile, followed by a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you to the main building where your first class took place. Sam made sure to walk with you until you were both standing in front of the opened door, the classroom still empty when you two arrived.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded; eyes focused on her hands holding yours. You wanted to tell everything you saw at the party, but how would you say you saw her little sister, and your best friend, getting fucked and were starting to question how you felt about your friendship with Tara? That you feel an ache in between your legs every time you share the same space with her? It would be like throwing a bucket of cold water on her, and then the bucket itself… instead, you just smiled.

After Sam gave you a forehead kiss, she left you, walking to the other side of the campus for classes; you watched her from afar through the big window next to where you usual sat since first day, a high chair, not too far from the teacher but away enough from the troublemakers that enjoyed chatting during lessons, disturbing those who were interested in actually learning.

Through the same big window, your eyes recognized a pair that was getting near the building’s entrance. You gulped, secretly watching them kiss, your cheeks gaining a pinkish tone and a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The way Chad had his hands possessively on her thin waist, pulling her impossibly closer and keeping her in place, while Tara had her arms wrapped around his head, tiptoeing to reach his lips.

It was a daily thing that always got your attention even though you never really cared about the affection between them, but this time, you felt dirty, your pupils dilating to absorb every single trace of light, almost as if you were taking a picture of it, the way the wind was subtly blowing her skirt up. You pressed your legs together, the small pain seeming enough to calm down your throbbing cock. Maybe it was a terrible idea to wear sweatpants as it was easy to see the volume you were desperately trying to hide since you saw Tara entering the coffee shop in such short skirt.

When they broke the kiss, the small girl waved her boyfriend goodbye, turning on her heels to enter the same building you were.

At least we don’t have classes together today… — you thought to yourself once again, sighing in relief as you slid down on your chair and plugged your earphones in, waiting for the teacher to come in.

The classes were full of revisions for the finals, your knuckles hurting from taking notes as fast as the teacher was talking, writing down what you considered important — right now, everything. It had a good side though; Tara had left your thoughts for you to focus on what really mattered at the moment.

After an entire morning of non-stop writing, you were ready to pack everything and clear your mind at the gym near the campus, working off all the bothered you felt the past 3 days.

The space was empty, considering that it was an hour that usually was packed with students, the finals probably taking all the time. Like them, you should also be studying, but you figured it was time to let something else burn your muscles other than notes badly written on your notebook. Walking past a few faces you were familiar with, you greeted them with a smile and a small head motion, the wireless earphone blasting some random Taylor Swift song inside your head.

Just like the training area, the lock room was empty, a girl passed by you when you entered and left you alone in silence, the energetic music that played on the gym’s speakers taking over once you removed your earphones, holding them for a few seconds until you heard a robotic voice saying “power off”. Placing them inside the pocket of your backpack, you tossed the object on the top shelf of your paid lock, removing the warm jacket that hugged your body and folded it, placing it inside. Kicking your shoes off, you managed to remove your socks without falling before storing it too, the cement cold under your bare feet.

“Are you going to ignore me until when? Do I gotta put on another show for you so you can pay attention to me?” A small Tara appeared behind you, resting her chin on your right shoulder, feeling your chest rise and fall with the deep breath you took. You closed the metal door slowly.

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend to give you attention?”

She rolled her eyes, sneaky hands climbing on your back and coming back down to rest on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. The tip of her fingers playing with the hem of your pants. “Because I want your pretty eyes on me, not his.”

Feeling a burn escalating from your chest all the way up to your neck, you turned on your heels, now facing a doe-eyed Tara.

How could you still see her so adorably after what you witnessed?

“What do you want, Tara?” You asked with a sighed, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep her away from you — even if it was millimeters.

“I want you.”

“Be for real.”

“I am.”

You analyzed her expressions. Dark brown eyes not leaving yours for even a second, those adorable freckles spread across her small nose bridge and cheeks, lower lip trapped between her teeth. She wasn’t lying, Tara couldn’t keep eye contact when she was lying.

Taking a step back and leaning against the locker behind you, you watched as she took a step closer and uncrossed your arms; you didn’t even try to stop her.

Ghostly fingers tracing your forearm, up to your biceps, resting on your neck, her thumb softly caressing your jawline.

“Tara… don’t.” You tried to sound firm, but as she was closing the gap between you two, your voice lowered a few octaves, betraying you.

“Why not?” It was all she whispered before you felt her lips softly pressing against your own, giving you a chance to push her away and go back to training, if that was what you wished.

You didn’t. Again, your body betrayed you, and so did your thoughts, the images from Friday night clouding up your mind.

The arms that were once crossed to keep her away were now enlacing her waist, pulling her against your own body, desperately trying to feel her warmth.

It was a soft press of lips, but it lasted long enough for you both to sigh, holding onto each other as if something would pull you apart.

“Did I ever tell you you’re so fucking hot in those sweatpants? God! I love when you wear those, I can see you perfectly.” She exhaled against your lips, shaking breath, hands grabbing on your biceps, nails digging the skin before covering your semi-hard member, grabbing the length over the thick cotton fabric.

You had no time to reply, her tongue licking yours so deliciously that was hard to even think of speaking something and break that moment, so you did like Tara, grabbing every muscle you could get your hands on, dartling from her lower back, down to her ass, under her skirt, pulling her up, thighs tightly wrapped around your waist as you reversed positions, aggressively pressing her against the metal locker, a painful moan escaping her lips that sounded like music to your ears.

Unable to keep your mouth away from hers, you pressed your lips again. Aggressively, needy, desperate, like you’ve been longing this for too long, and now, she was giving you the most delicious kiss you’ve ever had. Tara was delicious all over, from her honey voice, to her minty breath, intoxicating your senses with how sweet her perfume was, matching perfectly with the fake persona she wears in front of everyone. It was definitely going to stick to your shirt.

Her breath hitching, soft moans scaping from her lips whenever you moved your head to the other side, kiss fitting deliciously.

A loud laugh coming from the hallway that connected the gym’s open space and the lock room, you were quick to walk towards the shower area, entering the last stall and closing the door behind you with a violent swing, easily opening the water register to mask the sounds Tara was making.

When the icy water hit your body, a moment of guilty took over your senses and you pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“Why did you stop?” Carpenter whined, opening her eyes.

“We can’t do this, Tar.”

“But you know you want this. You know that. Tell me that you don’t. Tell me you didn’t enjoy watching the way Chad was fucking me, or the way he kisses me before going to class.” Your eyes widened, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another. “What? You think I don’t know you watch me through the window? Why do you think I always kiss him in that same spot?”

“I…”

“You’re so cute… all flustered and embarrassed.”

The tip of her index finger traced your jawline all the way down your neck, slightly peeking through the loosen white shirt that was slowly becoming transparent as the water hit your back, revealing the strap of your bra. She smiled; bottom lip trapped in between her teeth as she pressed herself down on the volume under her, a moan trapped in your throat at the sudden contact.

“For someone that doesn’t want this, your dick shows the opposite.” Tara moved her hips on you, the pressure of your clothed member on her clit getting her to drip on the fabric of your pants. “You’re such a liar.”

“You’re full of bullshit, did you know that?” You moved your hips up, earning a surprised moan.

The girls in the room were loud, talking and laughing about something you didn’t care about, all you wanted to hear was your best friend’s moans, loving the way she whispers your name as her hips continued to roll against you, eyes closed and a small smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.

“And you’re dying to fuck me.”

It was your turn to let out a huff, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of her bare thighs, the short skirt brushing against your hands.

“How long have you been planning this, huh?”

In a teasy tone, you close the gap between her neck and your lips, languid kisses being placed all over, goosebumps forming on the soft skin. You smiled, loving the way she squeezed her legs around your waist.

“Since I saw you kissing that blondie at the party.” She easily confessed; eyes closing to focus on the ghostly contact of your lips on her neck. “The way your hands were on her waist, your leg in between hers, the way she was bouncing on your thigh,” Tara chocked on her breath when you bit her pulse point, heartbeat fast on the tip of your tongue. “your lips on her neck, leaving bruises everywhere… It was so fucking hot I couldn’t take it anymore, so I dragged Chad upstairs and made him fuck me while I was thinking of you.” It was her turn to smile when she felt you twitch under her. “I bet you can go deeper than he can, that you can fuck me so good, ruin me… can you do that for me?”

You smiled, swiftly pulling down the hem of your sweatpants enough for your dick to pop out, hitting your belly, a relieved sigh leaving your parted lips. You brought Tara against you again, a low moan escaping her lips as her clit pressed on your length, the damp fabric of her underwear creating a pleasant friction.

“You’re sure you want this?” You asked, once again the guilt threatening to fill your thoughts, but smaller, a lot smaller than the first time, and a lot easier to make it go away; one look from Tara’s dark-brown eyes and it was gone.

Pulling her drenched panties to the side, your fingers found her warmth, loving the way she clutched around them, rubbing it up and down her slit before positioning the tip of your cock in her entrance, forcing your way in, her hips buckling it up as you stretched her out.

“Fuck, you’re so thick,” Tara breathed out, nails digging in the back of your neck as you slowly pushed yourself inside her, the velvety walls clutching around you.

Trying to ease the moment, you brought your mouth down her neck, licking all the way up to her jawline, softly biting the spot once you were all inside. Her head tilted back against the sweaty tile as water fell around the both of you, mostly hitting your back as your body protect hers from the cold temperature.

“Look at me,” you demanded, trying to keep yourself calm, allowing her to adjust first. “Tara, look at me. I want your eyes on me.”

Tara was tight around you, her warmth embracing you as deliciously as her legs wrapped your waist or as her fingers intertwined in your hair.

It took her a minute to open her eyes, pupils completely dilated as she leaned in, licking your lips with a mischievous smile before taking your bottom lip in a hurtful bite, easing the pain with the tip of her tongue.

“What are you waiting for? Just fuck me already.” She breathed out, purposefully clenching around you.

You huffed, amused by this version of Tara you never knew was hidden behind sweet smiles and kind personality; she was a slut. And you were loving every second of this, the way the back of her converses were pressed on your thighs, keeping you impossibly closer to her. Or the way she looked at you with dark, half-opened eyes, completely focused on your features.

You pulled back slowly, her mouth hanging open and eyes threatening to close, but you stopped when loud and messy conversation filled the lock room.

Tara pulled you closer by instinct, causing you to enter her in a fast move, your hand fast to cover her mouth, a low shhh falling from your lips when a struggled moan scaped hers, her throat vibrating, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

The view you had was sinful, your hand covering Tara’s mouth, some drops of water sprawling on her face, the mascara starting to run down her cheeks as the heat got too much, not even the coldest temperature couldn’t cool down the two of you, and neither the girls that were chitchatting outside the closed stall.

You started to move, slowly and careful, testing her, your other hand firmly keeping her against the wall.

"Fuck, you're clenching so hard around me." You breathed out with hoarse voice.

Tara covered your hand with hers, caressing gently before pulling it away, lips wrapping around your thumb in, your mind wondering how it would feel to have her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off with the same eager she was sucking on your thumb.

“I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she whispered, slowly bouncing her body up, using your broad shoulders as support. “it’s so good. Now, fuck me.”

You huffed, the doe, adorable, innocent eyes staring at you was a perfect contrast to the situation you found yourself at, buried deep inside her, controlling every single nerve inside your body to wait instead of fucking her raw, but the request made you smile, hand wrapping around her throat in a slight squeeze as you moved your hip down, leaving only the tip inside before forcing your way in. Tara’s lips fell apart in a silent moan, short nails digging the flesh on your wrist, an overwhelming sensation spreading all over your body to be fully inside her again.

If Tara knew you’d feel this good inside her, she would’ve done it a lot sooner.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth open trying to catch a breath as she felt every single centimeter of your dick move inside her, stretching her out in a delicious way, goosebumps all over her body every time she felt the blood running through your veins, pulsating inside her.

You stopped, taking a small step to the side, getting away from the door as you heard steps coming closer. The door loudly closing next to where you were.

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, would you?”

“I’m starting to think you love having my eyes on you.” She teased back, brown eyes staring at you the same second.

“I do, I want to see them when you fall apart with me inside you.” She gulped, the simple words affecting her more than she would admit. You leaned closer, kissing her jawline, waiting for the person on the stall next to you to turn the water on. “Is this what you had in mind? When you picture me with that other girl?”

Tara wasn’t the jealous type, but now that she actually had you inside, she did feel a twinge of it inside her chest.

“No,” black painted nails grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her. “this is what I pictured when I was with Chad, with him deep inside me… unlike you, he’d be ruining me right now.”

Your tongued slid on your bottom lip, the teasing failing to cause something in you.

“Want me to fuck you, Tara? Want everyone around us hearing how good I am making you feel, instead of your perfect boyfriend?”

“At least he wouldn’t be afraid to break me.”

You tilted your head slightly to the side, hearing more water running behind your back. Taking a strong grip on her waist, you slid inside in one swift move, covering her lips with yours. Once you were all inside her, it was hard to pull out, it was warm and soft, fitting just right.

Tara moaned against your lips, feeling every inch being pulled out only to slowly go in the next second, a steady pace that felt complete with the delicious taste of your tongue on hers. After a few more testing thrusts, you began to speed up your pace, filling her to the brim and making her toes curl, head falling back against the wall, not being able to hold back as your body was begging for release.

Removing her hands from your neck, her finger gripped the top of the wall behind her, pulling her weight up as much as she could, allowing you to wrap your arms under her knees, pushing her body against the tile.

This new position made you go deeper, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, teeth chewing on her lip bottom violently enough to almost draw blood, afraid that if she stopped doing that, everyone would hear how desperate she was for you and the running water wasn’t loud enough to cover it.

You wouldn’t last longer, not with how tight Tara was clenching around you and the way she had her eyes locked to your, pupils fully blown, darkening the doe eyes. You leaned closer, sucking the plump lip once you saw a drop of blood nearly falling to the floor, soothing the bruised skin with your tongue.

In a wrong move, your cock slipped out, standing proudly between the two bodies. Tara whined; eyes half-open at the feeling of being empty. She shook her head in a silent request. You smiled, caressing her cheeks. One hand of hers came down to meet you, scratching the nape of your neck, a clear sign that was close.

“What is it, love? Need something?”

Teasingly, you held your shaft, rubbing it along her sticky slit, teasing her aching hole a few times. The small girl was desperate, the knot in the pit of her stomach turning into tears, running down her face along with fainted black mascara.

“Please, please, please, I need you inside now, I’m so close…” She cried out, trying to pull you closer.

“Look at you, so pathetic, all you can do is beg. Aren’t you ashamed to be such a slut, Tara?” Your knuckle brushed the hair off of her face, allowing you to admire the red color that filled cheeks, stained by the ruined mascara.

She nodded to your question, unable to form a single sentence as you changed positions before sliding inside her once again, keeping a slow pace, allowing her to adjust, the velvety walls welcoming you tightly. Your grip on her waist was bruising the soft skin, no longer giving a single thought about the marks you shouldn’t left on her body, you wanted her to look at them when Chad fucks her and think of you, on how good it felt to have you buried deep inside her.

With your fingers still glued to her hip bones, you fastened your pace, the wet sounds coming from your bodies and her whiny moans barely being muffled by the running water, deep down you wanted everyone to hear the way she was saying your name like a sacred mantra. It was so fucking sexy the way her nose scrunched when you hit the sweet spot inside her or the way the tip of her tongue licked on her lips, throat dry from all the deep breaths she took.

Your name falling from her lips, getting you to look at her, “I want… fuck,” she closed her eyes, holding back as long as she could, prolonging this moment. “I want you to come deep inside me. Can you do that for me?”

You couldn’t see it, but with her request, you were sure your pupils were blown out, because the smile she let out watching your expression change, was reason enough for you to fuck the life out of her. Your nails sank in the flesh of her ass, forcefully moving her body up and down your throbbing cock, the knot in the pit of your stomach getting as tighter as Tara’s walls around you.

She was close, you both were, her hands in the back of your head bringing your mouth to her neck, peppering soft kisses on the wet skin, the faint smell of her perfume filling your lungs, her moans whispered straight to your ears like the most addictive song you heard before.

When she came, her teeth sunk on your shoulder with a hard bite, nails digging the nape of your neck. You followed her, coming deep inside like she asked you to. Your legs trembled, hands gripping the top of the wall to maintain balance while the other held her waist, the small body violently twitching against yours.

Opening your eyes, little stars shone in front of you. You took deep breaths, Tara holding onto you like her life depended on it — at this point, it did. She had 0 strength to stand on her own.

When she finally let go of your shoulder, a satisfied hummed left her lips followed by a smirk-like smile, hands now delicately caressing the sides of your neck and jawline, fingers removing a few strains of wet hair from your face.

“It feels so good,” she whispered, movies her hips in a perfect circle. You chocked on your breath. “you’re all inside me and it’s so good.”

“Is this how you fantasized?”

“It’s far better.” She laughed, weakly. “You’re much better than...”

You stopped her from finishing the sentence, kissing her with ease and care, “Can you take another one for me?” Tara gave you a sly smile, the heels of her converses pulling you closer. “That’s my good girl.”

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daddycassie · 1 month

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got 2 for u, no pressure for which one to write :]

lucy gray/reader where she takes reader home one night to formally meet the covey and reader is all shy and nervous because she wants to make a good impression so lg gives her a peptalk (and lots of kisses too <3)

OR tigris/reader where she's showing off some of her latest designs and rambling on and on about fashion but reader doesn't even care cuz she looks so damn cute while doing so, so reader just interrupts her with a nice kiss that leaves tigris flustered and causes her to lose her train of thought

Meeting the family 🖤🌧️🐦‍⬛

Lucy Gray x Gn! reader

You were freaking out. Sitting in your girlfriend’s room and absolutely losing it. You started the day perfectly calm and fine when Lucy Gray had approached you with the biggest smile on her face. You’d smiled back, at least up until she brought it up.

Lucy Gray walks into the room and giggles softly at the way you’re pacing. “Y/n. Calm down, you’re okay. You’ve met ‘em before.” You grab her shoulders and shake her a bit. “Not like this!” You practically wail. Lucy Gray laughs again. “They’re gonna love you darlin’.”

You sigh heavily and lean your head on Lucy Gray’s shoulder while she strokes your back soothingly. “Everythin’s gonna be perfect, ya hear?” You CANT help but crack a small smile. “You really believe that?” She nods firmly. “Yep! They’re gonna love you, and it’s gonna be jus’ right, because you’re wonderful, and beautiful, and amazing.”

You laugh at her words, blushing, and Lucy Gray smiles brighter. “Thank you Lu, having a vote of confidence helps. Means more coming from you.” She hums in response. “You’re gonna do great, we’re gonna do great.” You answer playfully, knowing what she’d say next. “Cause we’re the best?” Lucy Gray cups your face, and you feel like she’s squishing you. “Cause we’re the best!” She squeals her agreement.

You give her a hug, unsure how to show your adoration in any other way. “I’m still nervous though.” Lucy Gray sighs, but her smile doesn’t falter. “I get it, meetin’ your family made me go belly up. I was terrified, but you were there for me and I’m gonna be there for you all the same.” You run a hand through her hair, she was too endearing. “I love you so much.” Lucy Gray leans into your touch. “I love you lots too.”

Turned out — she was right, as usual. Tam Amber was quiet most of the time, but he didn’t seem specifically disapproving and Maude Ivory was perfectly on board since you were a fun babysitter, Clerk Carmine was quick to agree after that. Barb Azure was maybe the hardest to get through to, but if anything she only seemed protective. By the end of the night she gave you two her approval.

You sat out on the porch with Lucy Gray after dinner, she wanted to stargaze, but it was rainy and the darker clouds obscured the sky. Regardless, she didn’t complain, leaning on your shoulder. “I admit, you were right.” Lucy Gray stops mid-hum and gives you a sweet smile. “I know.” You wrap your arm around her comfortingly and you both watch the rain patter on the muddy, dirt roads of district 12.

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The cutie patootie 🎀🩷🌷

Tigris x Gn! reader

As per your usual day, you were spending your lunch break at your girlfriend’s little boutique. You listen on as she rambles about a glittery, yellow dress, which she was holding up to you. Tigris grins as she shows you each little seam and explains even the smallest details. She really did have a passion for her clothes.

Though… despite your staring and nodding along, you had zero idea what the actual heck she was saying. Tigris was just far too cute for her own good, and maybe yours too. You zone in enough to hear her talking about how she applied the glitter while also making it look smooth. You push aside your sandwich.

“Baby, whoever wears that dress is gonna be the luckiest person in Panem. Other than me, I get to date the gorgeous girl who made it.” Tigris blushes, and laughs in embarrassment. She wasn’t used to compliments. You weren’t entirely sure she ever would be. “Thank you dear.” You nod as she puts the dress away, she was just too cute.

“I made this other one for someone specific, she said it’ll be the first time she gets to openly wear a dress.” Tigris grins as she pulls out a pretty, dark green dress. “I told her I was so glad she came to me to get it and asked if she had any suggestions and—“ You kept up your nodding, trying to at least pretend you were comprehending anything she was saying.

You had a feeling Tigris knew you didn’t really understand anything about her work, but she seemed to appreciate you trying to listen regardless. That’s when you noticed your lunch break was just about up. You get up and walk over to your girlfriend and give her a soft kiss. She tenses, freezing for a moment before kissing you back.

You pull back and laugh at how red she is and the way her eyes were squeezed closed so tight. “I’ll see you later honey, okay?” Tigris opens her eyes again and nods fast. “Right! Um- I’ll make sure to get you something for dinner.” You smile and caress her cheek. “Alright, but you gotta finish off my sandwich for me.”

Tigris smiles back affectionately. “That won’t be a problem. I love you, see you later?” You give her a final kiss on the cheek. “Mhm, love you too.” It takes a lot of effort to pull away from her and walk out of the boutique, but with the image of the two of you having dinner together that night, you manage to head back to work.

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Note: I’ve never actually written for Tigris before but I loved this idea and had to bring it to life — but hey, didn’t wanna choose her over my main girl, so TAH DAH!!! You get both~ Thank you sm for requesting and I hope you enjoy them even if they’re a little short :)

and for anyone else my requests are OPEN!!! I do all of tbosbas ladies :)

#lucy gray baird #tbosas #lucy gray #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray baird x reader #rachel zegler #lucy gray x reader #tigris x reader #tigris snow #tigris snow x reader #the ballad of my gay ass #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Request #hunter schafer

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harry-styles-obsessed · 9 months

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hi amber! could i request something about harry helping reader through grief? if it's too heavy or triggers you in any way that's completely understandable and you don't have to write it! i just need some comfort right now, i lost my grandpa a month ago and i'm struggling a lot with it and i feel so lonely and like no one cares, so yeah... :(

thank you so much and i hope you're doing well! <3

Hi lovely, thank you for the request! I’m so sorry for your loss. Grief is tough but take your time with it okay? It’s hard but I promise it gets better. I hope this brings you some comfort. And please know you are loved and cared for, sending you all the healing energy. All the love, A. xx

The safety of your arms

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Harry was a firm believer of the saying grief was love with no where to go. He knew you often overwhelmed yourself with such a thing, it tore him apart, it truly did. But now he was focusing on the fact that your grief was becoming unbearable… you had become more quiet. Less talkative. More emotional and very anxious. He always told you to talk to him and that if you needed him he would be right there, but you were afraid of bothering him but that morning- you awoke feeling worse than ever, the grief was getting to you, it felt like the weight of the world had been pressured upon your shoulders and here you were knees up to your chest as you stared down at the covers on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. Your chest was very tight and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe

Your lower lip trembled, eyes wide, as your hand soon trembled towards your phone grabbing onto it and immediately calling Harry’s number. You and Harry were a couple but didn’t live together just yet, he had offered to stay with you, but you explained the fact that you needed time to grieve and he accepted that. Soft sobs left your lips your eyes squinting as you struggled to calm down “y/n? Hey… what’s up?” Harrys voice came through the phone, voice croaky and slightly raspy proving he had just woken up “h-harry… I-I need you… I-I cant do this anymore.” You sobbed out and the man’s heart instantly dropped into his stomach “oh y/n” he whispered, “hey… darling I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? I’ll be over in ten.” He spoke keeping the phone up to his ear as he threw on a random T-shirt and some navy blue shorts “Harry I cant do this anymore, I’m so scared… I miss him so much… I don’t know what to do. I miss him” you cried out to him your voice cracking over the phone as your sobs only grew heavier and heavier “I know baby… I know… I’m coming now okay? Keep talking to me sweetheart. You’re going to be okay.”

His words barely got through to you, you felt as if nothing would be okay anymore, and so you didn’t respond you just cried. Seconds turned into minutes and soon enough Harry had walked through the front door, hanging up, as he rushed into your bedroom. Your hair was a mess and your face was covered in tears- dry and new. You clearly hadn’t been taking care of yourself. The sight of you made his heart break. “Harry” you sobbed arms wide open, needing him, and he happily but sadly obliged as he got onto the bed beside you the bed dipping beside you, your arms wrapping around his neck as his arms smoothed around your waist pulling you into his chest- he slowly sat down, back against the headboard as he held you in his embrace- pressing soft kisses to your head as you sobbed into his chest your sobs breaking him, fingers curled into the material of his T-shirt your sobs only growing louder. “Shhh shhh… I’ve got you… I’ve got you… oh baby I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hand snaked up and down your back slowly and gently as he gently tried to sooth you “shh my love… shh… I’m right here. I’m right here.” Your shoulders jerked with every sob that rocketed throughout you before an anguished scream left your lips, the scream muffled by his T-shirt, it wasn’t necessarily a scream- more so a yell of pure agony. You didn’t know how else to deal with these unbearable emotions and so you were letting these feelings out and Harry was allowing you to do just that,

“Let it all out… good job… you’re doing a good job sweetheart… you are… I’m so sorry baby. So sorry.” He whispered holding onto you tightly your sobs growing louder and louder, you were practically inconsolable, and soon enough you began to panic because you couldn’t suck in your breaths properly- hiccups leaving your lips, your lungs contracting harshly as you squeezed your eyes shut, hands gripping onto his T-shirt “I-I-I can’t breathe- I can’t…” you could though, you just felt as if you couldn’t due to the panic and pure grief you were going through. You needed support. “Hey hey… baby… baby…” his hand caressed against your cheek making you look at him “focus on your breathing… hey… focus… you’re breathing. You’re okay. Listen to me sweetheart… hey…” he looked deeply into your eyes before he gently grabbed your hand placing it down onto his chest allowing you to feel his heart before he began to slowly exaggerate his breathing, attempting to get you to follow his breaths, “I love you so much darling. Love you so much… just breathe okay? I’m here for you.. right here…” your eyes, full of trust and desperation, gazed into his eyes fearfully your grief stricken gaze breaking his heart “I-I’m so scared” you whimpered out and he shushed you gently “I know you are but you’ve got no reason to be scared darling… I promise… I’m here. Right here. Shhh.” He ran his fingers through your hair as he gently and slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “I-I- don’t leave me… please.” You whispered out and he shook his head “won’t leave you. Im staying I promise.” His fingernails gently scratched against your back in a soothing manner, before he slowly lifted his hand up to cup against the back of your head, scratching your scalp slowly and gently trying to sooth you, your head coming to rest against his chest as he continued gently scratching your head soothingly your sobs continuing but little by little your sobs slowly began to die down,

“That’s it… good… good.” He soothed quietly as he pressed soft kisses to the top of your head “you’re okay… you’re okay…” he held you close to his chest as you whimpered quietly. “I miss him…” you whispered and he nodded “I know darling. I know. You’re allowed to miss him. You’re allowed to be sad. You’re allowed to cry. You’re allowed to not be okay…” he soothed to you gently as he rubbed up and down your back slowly and gently “let me take care of you… okay? Let me take care of you… you don’t have to do anything anymore… let me look after you, yeah?” And as you nodded weakly he pressed a kiss to your head, soothing you lovingly “I-I feel like no one cares for me Harry… I’m so sad… I don’t know how to do it anymore.” You sniffled weakly and he nodded, trying to show you that he understood you “I understand darling… but listen to me… please. Y/n…” he cupped your face in his hands your chin resting against his chest, eye to eye as he looked deeply into your eyes “you are so loved…” he spoke to you quietly before leaning in, lips pressing against your forehead “so loved… I care for you… you have so many people that care for you. I promise you. You’re so important…” he stroked his thumb against your cheek gently and lovingly “you’re very loved.” He studied your eyes attempting to get it through to you that you were loved. That even if it was difficult you mattered and were very important. He soon fell silent just holding you in his embrace, allowing the silence to wrap around you both as he rocked you back and forth in his embrace staying quiet for a while until eventually he spoke to you quietly,

“Want me to run you a bath?” He asked gently and very softly and you just weakly nodded “yeah? Okay sweetheart.” He murmured gently “please don’t let go of me.” You begged out and he shushed you keeping a hold of you “I won’t my love… I won’t….” He held you close to his chest “bath later…” you whispered and he nodded his head “okay darling… okay… that’s okay.” He murmured softly rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently “if you want to sleep you can… I’ve got you… it’s okay. You’re safe with me.” He pressed multiple kisses to your forehead, arms squeezing around you as he held you close his arms tight and loving around you. “You don’t have to do this by yourself sweetheart… please let me help you, okay?” You nodded snuggling into his embrace and he simply held you, loving on you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead every now and then as you began to rest in his embrace. He hummed a soft tune to you, a random tune, no specific tune just a random one to sooth you and it certainly helped. Your breathing became a lot calmer and now you were half asleep on his chest

“Love you so much” you muttered out gently as he stroked his fingers through your hair “love you just as much. Forever and always.” He murmured softly not daring to let go of you and just like he promised: he took care of you. He pampered you and loved on you as best as he could, whilst also getting you out of the house, buying you flowers and chocolates to try and make you smile again. Your happiness was important to him and he wanted you to be okay… it was tough… it always would be… but grief took its time. And he wanted you to know that you had to let it take its time… it was torturous, and exhausting but soon enough it would become easier. It might take years…. Months… or never… but I promise you… one day it’ll all become a whole lot easier.

Be kind to yourself. You matter. You’ll get through this. As Harry would say: we’ll be alright<3

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vee-beeee · 6 months

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The Call

HELLO THERE

Im back in the building with a slightly angsty slightly b99 inspired crime scenario

Premise: You hadn't been on a call since you shot a mannequin 15 times. Nines and Conner promised your safety. And then you get HURT OOPs

a lil shorter too, sorry for plot holes stuff like that

Warnings: violence like choking and guns, punching y'know the basics getting attacked by a random mean guy

Conner and Nines x reader

I also dont know how to feel about this but i worked hard so here it iss

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It was a pretty uneventful morning all things considered.

You woke up with Nines and Conner, got all ready and went to work together. You got some basic desk jockey work done while Nines and Conner consulted Fowler on a case.

You were happy doing paper work, you even enjoyed it. You loved your job, but it could get super nerve-wracking when you went out on calls. The last one had been almost 2 months ago, when you had been so terrified from the description of the suspect and the location the crime took place that you as soon as you heard a noise you jumped up, screamed at the top of your lungs, and shot a mannequin to death.

Nines had then sarcastically told you that he thought it was dead, and Conner hurried by your side to calm you.

So you hadn't been on a call for a while. Usually Nines or Conner would go with Hank, (and on occasion a very angry Gavin) but you were all content.

Until today.

The boys got a report of someone seeing an android and a human having an altercation and the human dragging the droid to a nearby abandoned house.

Awesome. Sweet. Totally chill.

But Hank was out that day, Gavin was bonking around somewhere, and that left you alone to go.

"You don't have to if you don't want to Detective. There are other officers and other ways to go" Conner had seen your heart rate pick up when he told you the news, and was quick to comfort you. He was currently kneeling next to your chair, LED flickering amber and brows furrowed in concern. Nines on the other hand....

"They requested us. I understand she is anxious, but we have to leave quickly." He was standing a little behind Conner, looking edgy. His LED was also yellow, and he was stick straight. He held your gaze with a expression you couldn't read, but if you took a guess the flicker in his eyes was worry.

"We promise to protect you Y/N. If it comforts you to know, we are the most advanced androids currently." Conner did a little wink which made you perk up and giggle, bringing a smile to his face. Nines rolled his eyes but still followed up on his predecessors comment with

"We can easily take down anyone wishing harm on you, in fact we should all just stay together in the same room.."

"Okay Ill go"

Both RK units looked at you in surprise, not yet hearing your voice since announcing the news. You looked into both their eyes and nodded your head, and they instantly sprung into action. You got ready, nerves wracking your body, and left in Conner's car.

You were doing it.

When you got to the location, the first thing you noticed was how creepy it was. The house was in a bad part of town, and was extremely decrepit. The yard was completely over grown, and you had to fight some bushes to get close to the door.

"I cant believe this thing is still standing." you mumbled to yourself, and both boys had heard you. Conner shook his head and turned to glance your way while Nines scoffed in agreement. You all cautiously approached the the front door, taking care in being quiet.

Conner went to knock on the door, saying his usual "Detroit Police" spiel and Nines stood right behind him. While Conner was doing that, Nines had held his arm slightly in front of you, and you flushed over his subtle protectiveness. He was really cute sometimes. He was also making good on his promise from earlier to protect you, and you silently thanked him.

When knocking didn't get anywhere, Conner started looking in the windows (or what was left of them). Nines stalked away from you to do the same on the other side, and you stepped back off the houses porch to examine the stained glass window on the top of the home. You guessed it shown into the attic. At that moment you didn't know if it was the suns beams or you were freaked out, but you felt like you were making eye contact with a shadow.

You heard Conner call to you and he nodded his head to the door. You understood and saw Nines, once again, step his massive frame in front of you.

And then Conner started to kick the door.

It broke with surprisingly little resistance, and splintered on impact.

You were kind of glad for the Nines shield about now.

You watched Conner step into the house and spin around, whipping his gun into his hand. Soon he faced Nines and his LED blinked. Then Nines stepped into the house and you followed. You turned on and held up your flashlight and started looking around the living room area you seemed to be in. The house was in even worse shape on the inside, everything was a mess. There was dirty food and animal prints everywhere, and the house reeked of rotting wood. And something metallic. Not good.

You looked around and saw Conner enter a new room, that was right of the main entrance, and proceed to lean down and (yuckkk) taste test old blood. From where you were standing, it looked like an androids blue blood. You turned to the RK900 unit, who was staring at you, and fake gagged. He gave you an amused smirk and turned to continue into the kitchen.

As you were left alone in the living room, you decided to enter what looked to be a laundry slash back room that had a staircase to the top floor in it. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and you couldn't help but wonder what happened to the people that had previously been living here.

What you didn't notice when you were observing the clothes, back turned away from the stairs, was a figure.

Creeping down the stairs.

Quietly.

Staring at you with hate.

You started to turn around as you heard fast thumps and suddenly you were pushed into the wall. Hard. So hard, the wind was knocked out of you and suddenly the world was tipping as you fell on the ground. You gasped as the assailant took advantage of your surprise to kick your stomach, making you wheeze harder. You tried to grab at their legs to trip them, and you managed to for a second but they recovered faster. They then sat down on you to stop your fighting and wrapped their hands around your neck. And then applied pressure. They positioned their knees on your legs and leaned their full body weight on your upper body. You kicked and struggled, gasping loudly and calling out a pitiful "help".

2 heads snapped in your direction from across the house.

And then the figure, which you recognized as an large adult man with balding hair and a shaggy mullet, was harshly shoved off of you and pushed into the ground. Nines had gotten to you first, and was busy fighting the man as he pulled out of his grasp and kicked at the RK unit. It was a losing battle, and the man was subdued when Nines punched him so hard he knocked him out.

As soon as Conner entered the room he was instantly at your side, brushing your hair out of your face and calling your name. Your vision was blurry, but you saw his LED was a bright red. You could feel your body was bruised, and your heavy breathes came out raspy. You coughed and tried to sit up, falling immediately after. Conner caught your head before you hit it on the floor, and lifted you to his chest. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head, whispering apologies.

Over the RK800s shoulder, you saw Nines was still looking at the man. The expression on his face was murderous. He finally glanced in your direction and caught sight of your teary eyes, and softened. He walked over to lean down and kiss your hair, LED blinking red and yellow. You knew he was scanning you. Both of them had. After a while, Conner's hug became bone crushing and you tapped his back to signal it was time for him to release you. With a hoarse voice you tried to ease the situation.

"Guys I'm okay now, but I am disappointed I didn't put up much of a fight." Conner was instantly shaking his head.

"No he suprised you and over powered you. Dont blame yourself. Blame me. I wasnt there, Im so sorry." Now you were shaking your head in defiance.

" I wandered off, its my fault not yours, you guys should be mad at me.."

"Okay we all failed" Nines cut in on yours and Conner's rambling. After getting both your guys attention he continued

"I apologize Y/N for breaking my promise. We did all learned a valuable lesson however" You and Conner raised your eyebrows at him and he stood off the ground to straighten his tie and say,

"Listen to Nines when he says stay together."

After waiting a bit more, Nines took the man to Conner's car and made sure to "accidently" use more force than necessary. Conner told you to stay put and rest, he had called an ambulance when you were hugging and wanted you to try not to move. His LED was blinking a lot as he grazed over the kick to your stomach. While you were waiting, Conner went and found a terrified android, he was cowering in the corner of the attic and was covered in blood. He escorted the droid to the car and you continued to wait. You heard the sound of the car roaring down the road while Conner came back to wait with you until the Ambulance came, and when it did, he rode with you. He reassured you and stayed by your side the whole time. Eventually, he had to leave and go to the office but he promised to be back. So you waited and the hospital did more tests.

(After 1 hour)

Nines and Conner had hurried through everything so they could visit you as soon as possible. When the got off, they basically speed to the hospital and ran to your room. (Speeding for Conner was 5 over the limit)

When they got to your room you were lazily smiling at the tv in your room. A nurse was there with you and explained that you had bruising around your neck and internal bleeding. Also, small note, you were VERY drugged up. Conner sighed and Nines barely acknowledged the nurse, and kept staring at you. Eventually, after briefing the boys a little more, the nurse left them so they could be alone with you. Conner gently walked up to you and scanned you himself, seeing the hospital's assessment to be correct.

"She was right, I see internal bleeding"

You turned to face him and suddenly huffed out a laugh. He watched as you reached out to pat his arm, surprising both RK units with your reaction.

"Conner your so cute. That's where the bloods SUPPOSED to be"

You smiled brightly and looked at Nines who snorted and averted his gaze. Conner hung his head, hiding his smile, and quietly asked Nines what drugs they had you on.

Later that day, after the some of the drugs had worn off a bit, Hank visited you with flowers and a bag full of "lady things" he thought you would like. The bag consisted of lipstick and a magazine. Conner had reluctantly left to finish work and Nines stayed to look over you. He had left once and gotten your favorite takeout (against his will) and complained about you eating un-healthy food in your condition. You just rolled your eyes and took the bag out of his hands to kiss his cheek.

After a couple days, you returned to the office and was greeted by everyone calling you a "good sport" and patting your back. Conner and Nines were the happiest you were in the office.

You knew from then on, that they would always keep their promise.

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THANK YOU FOR READING

Im sorry if this has been done before, and sorry for spelling errors or if its cringe lol

First time writing a fight woohooo

I slipped in a parks and rec joke to lol

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #detroit become human

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hualian-blessing · 2 years

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tw// grooming allegations

about the dream allegations? im sorry but i cant fully believe amanduh's case because she has so many holes in her story to the point that she's also destroying her own case as well. i had a talk with my friend who was groomed for years and they told me what a victim usually acted when sharing their story.

i cant say if the victims should act like that all the time when exposing someone for grooming but it was really sus that she wasn't, uh how should i say this, emotional i guess???

(edit: i phrased that so bad but what im trying to say is that everyone has a different reactions to grooming but from amanduh's video, (i showed it to my friend after so that they'll the one who will judge her instead of me) both my friend and i noticed how she doesn't really put her heart into it in a sense? it's along that line technically but still not all victims have the same reaction as my friend.)

other than that, a lot of people were pointing out how the math ain't mathing with the story.

first, she said that she was turning 18 when dream texted her and allegedly started sexting her but in one of her tweets, she said that she just turned 17 last year. which is really confusing and downright idiotic if she lied about her age.

second, she said that she was with her boyfriend during the years 2020 to 2021 thus she stopped texting dream at that time range. but here's what confused me, she herself said that her and her boyfriend met at april 2022 tho??? someone might ask "but bella, this boyfriend might be the different one!!!" no, she didn't have an ex. she could have explicitly said "ex", "ex boyfriend" or "current boyfriend at that time" and her boyfriend confirmed that he was already with her when the dream situation happened.

third, she was still following dream up until today when people noticed that she made that post but still kept up to date with his life happenings in twitter. in fact, she was defending and liking posts about dream's face reveal no less than a week and few days ago. if she was a victim of his grooming, shouldn't she unfollowed and blocked him in all of his social media platforms??? make it make sense. (photos aren't mine, i forgot who the user is because of the sheer idiocy i witnessed).

fourth, she tried to get keemstar of all people to cover her case instead of going to literal lawyers if she wanted everyone to hear her and the "victims" voices. if she really want to make a credible case, she should hold her cards close to her chest instead of showcasing the evidences in the internet before she could even take legal actions against dream. it's literally the best and most logical action she could have done instead of this.

fifth, she already has a record of being...weird online?? like this photo for example is literally just crazy for me to read...i literally can't take face value if she's like this.

i also saw people how the first girl before amanduh already admitted that her claims were fake and i wont be surprised if this one is fake as well. look im not a die hard fan or a stan of dream but i do watch his content and my friend (from earlier) does so as well, and they're downright pissed at this situation because these girls might have destroyed the chances for actual victims of grooming to speak up about their own situations. all for what? clout? it disgusted me and my friend to see people using this serious matter for something so cruel and malicious. i used to believe on the "believe the victim first and foremost" but after the amber heard case and then this, i would be more on "listen and criticize if the victim's claims are true".

to the girls who made these claims and proven to be false, i hope you have a fun time in hell after all of this.

but if it was ever proven that dream literally did it, then i'll retract my statement and remove myself from the internet to reflect.

either way, only time will tell and i hope everything clears up.

edit: no way is amanda fr rn. cuz holy fuck the story is so messy right now, first with avril then anna. and i saw accounts saying amanda did the same thing to sapnap, bad, skeppy and boomer before and im like wtf is going on???

#mcyt #dsmp #dream allegations #dreamwastaken #dream #mcyttwt #allegations #you can tell how ridiculous all of this is

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roraexploradora · 11 months

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OKAY I NEED EVERYONE WHO IS READING THIS TO GO READ THE FUTURE LEFT BEHIND BY @shittygaypornmagazine, ITS FUCKING AMAZING BUT ALSO FUCK YOU TAY I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO US

(SPOILERS FOR TFLB, obviously)

CW Blood

Okay, so I know that the chapter said they were against the wall but I can’t help my little bug brain and I drew everyone in little weird cacoon Amber things we saw in the movie-

Also if you keep writting this amazing stories no joke I will lose sleep

Also I added a little Tay in there lmao-

Link to the fic!!

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #the future left behind #save rottmnt #unpauserottmnt #roraexploradora #rise!leo #rottmnt movie #I know I’ve said this like 3 times #but man I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO THE WORLD KAY #DAMN YOUR SO TALENTED-#not me waiting till tay was awake-#because all my favourite artists and writers seem to be awake when I need to sleep #I am losing so much sleep #i am hyperfixating #on rottmnt

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cabin10diaries · 5 months

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so anyway. burnt out by leanna firestone is so leo in caleo

longer fun silly lyric analysis below cut <3

* just for fun + lots of personal interpretations

- i want to start this by saying i personally do not think calypso is unlovable. thats just the song. i believe that her habit of flaking on leo is due to abandonment issues (’leave before they can’ sort of situation), her berating him is just needing to be a better person.

"I've never felt this warm as I did / When you touched me, gave me / Goosebumps from head to toe"

so this is when leo and calypso meet. leos never felt any romantic love, whether it was forced or not. hell he's barely felt Any sort of love. he was loved by piper and jason, but it always felt like he was the extra, so it never felt right. unlike when he meets calypso, who can focus all her love on him whether she wants to or not. and when leo realizes shes fallen in love with him, the first one to Ever, he feels like he's never felt before. loved

"But a love made of matches / Was destined to burn out / And end up in ashes and smoke"

'matches' meaning forced/fake - the curse on calypso's island played with her feelings. she accidentally fell in love out of convenience. they cant last bc neither planned to be in this relationship, neither discussed what they want out of life, and because of their differing wants, they cant last.

"Still ambers remained / And I tried to re-ignite them / Ended up playing with fire again / You pushed me away / And I fought and I stayed"

calypso constantly flakes out on leo. she wants a life outside of him, but he so desperately wants to stay in hers. he keeps trying to be in her life, but she doesnt let him

"But maybe I should have listened / Because you're right, I couldn't fix you / You're right, I shouldn't have tried to"

'fix you' is so leo. he is a mechanic at heart. the way he understands people is thinking about them in more mechanical terms, and calypsos 'broken', so he wants to be the hero and 'fix' her by showing her the love that always left her. calypso doesnt want to love leo, or for him to love you. you see that as she constantly berates and leaves him, over and over and over. and leo finally realizes shes right, he should just stop. hes tired, burnt out

"Your pride, is what you're concerned about? / Is "you're right" really all you wanna hear right now?"

personal calypso interpretation, but she hasnt been faced by any opposition for years. she literally only talked to a guy every few centuries. shes a little stuck up, although not on purpose. she thinks shes more right than currently alive mortals simply because shes been alive longer ('older = wiser') even if she hasnt contacted civilizations in years

"Well, you're right, I should've walked away faster / I should've known / You'd only break my heart after I was already in love / You're right, you aren't good enough"

leo stayed with calypso for far too long, after she started taking every chance she could to insult and avoid him. and hes too tired to be kind; calypso was right. she isnt good enough to love, just like odysseus and percy made her think. leos hopping on the bandwagon of her past lovers, making calypsos worst dream come true. she truly is unloveable (of course, she isnt, but thats what the song interpretation is making it out to be)

"I kissed your scars even after you hurt me / And I held your hand even when you fucking burned me"

even after calypso insults leo, berates him, leaves him, he still loved her. he still make time for her and found ways to show her his love. she never did the same. she cut him out of her life as best she could. leo kept her in his, trying to show that he still loved her, and always would, no matter what she did to him

"Do you know how embarrassing that was? / To stay with sombody who hates you because / You hope things get better / You hope that love can / Turn a monster into a man / But it doesn't and it won't / Because you're beyond repair"

leos done with calypso. he loved her, and all he got was disdain in return. ‘beyond repair’ - another mechanic leo thing. he treats people like cars, like inventions, thats how he understands them, and he’s starting to think calypso’s too broken. she cant be fixed.

“But there are still someone for me somewhere / Who will treat me so nice, you'll wish that you did / For someone so smart, you're so fucking stupid / To think that I'm really that dumb / I love you, but I'm done / Pretending this was gonna work / Pretending loving you didn't hurt / Pretending that it doesn't burn / When you think you're always right”

he still loves calypso. no longer romantically (if he ever did love her romantically) but he cant put up with the lack of love or even acknowledgement from her. hes confident enough now (bc of the love from jo, emmie, etc waystation) to know SOMEONE will love him. he will be loved someday. its just that the someday isnt today, and the someone isnt calypso.

“'Cause you're still stuck on your past / You hate 'em so much but / You're just like your dad”

atlas left her. he never went to calypso’s island for her. neither did percy, or odysseus. they all abandoned her. and what was she doing now? abandoning leo, just like atlas, like percy, like odysseus. shes copying their habits, and shes just like them

“You smothered every right that I've ever had / By holding on too tight / And it's suffocating / And I'm longing to breathe again / And in the middle of it all / I ended up losing who I am”

while calypso was barely around, the mental hold she had on leo was there daily for him. her comments- insults- roamed in his head. he barely knew who he was without calypso anymore, because he based himself and his self-worth on her.

“And I know that you tried / Gave it all that you had / And being a monster / Doesn't necessarily make you bad”

maybe this is leo trying to reassure himself, maybe it’s the truth. maybe calypso did try as hard, maybe she didnt. but leo knows that, regardless, this relationship doesnt make up who she is as a person. she is still someone outside of how she treated leo. even if she doesnt know who she is, either, leo knows she isnt defined by the actions towards him

“But even if we could stable it back together now / We both know that you can't / Light a fire that's already burnt out”

they can be friends. they can be family. leo would even settle for acquaintances. but both know they cant be in love again, if they ever once were

#Spotify #shel says shit #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #the heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #toa #the trials of apollo #leo valdez #calypso pjo #caleo #idk if this counts as anticaleo its just a reflection on their relationship

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arctichotch · 2 years

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why do you support amber?? genuine question no hate at all, I wasn’t keeping up with the case at all

tbh at first i actually supported johnny. simply because all i knew about the case was the whole shit in the bed stuff and thought damn, that was weird. and i knew him more than amber so my gut reaction i suppose was to believe him.

then i started getting spammed with shit like "he haw johnny depp being funny in court" on tiktok and decided to have looksee at the actual trial happening. at this point i didn't have a clue that there had even been a uk trial. i had never heard of amber's op-ed. didn't know about any of the depp/waldman statements. didn't have a bulls notion as to what was happening. but i was also like why in god's name are we as a society sat back overlaying wii music over a trial about domestic violence? and why is it being so well received, getting millions of views?

i think the first time i actually watched the trial was when johnny was testifying and i was pretty much all cringe like awhh poor guy. and fell for his lawyer's stuff and the internet's take on him.

then i watched rottenborn cx him and was like, damn this ROTTEN-BORN guy is kinda mean to this poor johnny depp who has been abused :((((

then i think there was a weekend break where i looked on tumblr and unbiased reddit threads, away from the propaganda machine. and still i was like, god damn these people are stupid. amber heard is obvs evil (keep in mind, i didn't know any evidence, besides johnny's testimony. so, this was all fueled by stuff i saw in pro-depp media)

then, when i finally started to believe amber was when this psychologist came out and diagnosed her with BPD and histrionic personality disorder (yet again having to say that diagnosis in the 21st century is so fucking weird) and i was like wait... (also the fact she had din dins with him got my feathers ruffled straight away ngl)

so then my thick skull finally opened and i was like maybe... just maybe... before making judgements on this case and this woman i do not know... i should perhaps look at the evidence.

so i did. i checked out someone's (i cant remember who's tbh) fact check list here on tumblr. and they raised enough good points that i couldn't in good faith sit back and do mental gymnastics to try deny or defend depp out of them.

so i took those facts on that list and looked further into it. i read uk transcripts. listened to audio. read up some more on domestic violence. looked to twitter threads that were not obviously biased and further looked into the sources provided by the original tweeters.

and by that point i couldn't sit there and say that johnny depp was not an abuser.

then watching amber's testimony soon after, seeing her nearly have an actual, full-blown breakdown on the stand talking about her rape, made me start to actually post about her being the victim in the equation. i had been hesitant because i didn't want the depp pond scum to tell me to die or something (not that they'd ever do that of course)

(kind of irrelevant, but seeing camille vasquez bully amber so intensely on the stand and then be praised made me sick to my fucking stomach. furthering me in my support of amber.)

then seeing testimony from people who aren't even her friends anymore (and them literally crying while recalling it)

also ms girl dawn hughes. she was so on the ball and so qualified in her field of ipv.

then don't get me started on russian oligarch lover mr. adam waldman

sorry this was so long. it kinda became less me answering and more me reflecting on why and when i turned to supporting amber. soz

#lmao #long post #it's 3am i have so much energy #someone knock me out with a horse tranquiliser or something #i stand with amber heard

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savage-rhi · 5 months

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Mending Shadows // Chapter 25

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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A careful wind scattered over the deck where Y/N had been sitting under a canopy. The steam coming off their breakfast faded into the air, carrying the scent of fresh jam and tea into the sky. The blast of aroma further woke Y/N up. They could scarce believe it was past dawn.

While Y/N admired the rays of the sun creeping up from behind vast city buildings and waterfalls in the distance, their mind quietly remembered people of the past. Clients who would've traded blood just for the chance to marvel at Altissa's beauty. The thought further compounded guilt that leeched into Y/N's heart. They should've been present, and basking in what the hexatheon staked their lives to protect a millennia ago, but alas, Y/N was faraway.

As the red pink clouds began to scatter, Y/N stared at the meal Tuti had prepared for them. It had been a struggle to consume anything this past week. Their stomach growled, but they couldn't beckon themself to take a bite. Even the lemon tea which greeted them with a warmth they wanted to envelop felt too intimate of a task. It would've felt like they were pressing their lips against Ardyn again.

“Y/N,”

“Hm?”

Tuti arrived on the deck, giving a tired bow with her head before she smiled and joined Y/N at the table.

“I wanted to inform you that Loqui is waiting outside. The Serpent Society should be arriving soon. Seeing the Altar of the Tidemother will be most splendid!"

Y/N didn’t say a word, not having the strength and merely nodded in turn. They could tell their response wasn't satisfactory, for Tuti sighed through her nose while studying them.

“You recovered so much since the attack on the House of the Courts, and yet you still look exhausted.”

“I’ve a lot on my mind.” Y/N admitted. They reached for the cup of tea, and their fingers trembled against the glass. “I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve had to meet, and the speeches I’ve had to give. I’m feeling quite burnt out having to be social almost daily.”

Tuti let out a breath, taking a sip of her own beverage she had made earlier. “This is really about the Chancellor leaving for Avem, isn’t it?”

Y/N’s fingers tensed around the handle of the tea cup, feeling their blood pool away due to grip.

“It’s that obvious, isn’t it?”

“I’m afraid so,” Tuti sincerely answered, offering a shrug out of consolation. “I know you must be worried for his safety after that horror display in heart of the city. I’m sure he’s just fine, taking care of whatever political duties he has.”

As much as Y/N appreciated Tuti’s compassion, they felt slightly irate with her reassurance. They reminded themself that Tuti had no context of the incident at the springs. It was getting old, keeping everything bottled up. Much like the endless parading of their status as an Imperial Icon. Y/N glanced at amber orange tea in front of them, as if staring into the eyes of someone familiar.

“Has there been any word from him this morning?”

“Sadly not. He's been radio silent this whole week. Whatever is going on, it must be strictly confidential. In my experience when politicians don't so much as text a reminder to clean their clothes, that means something serious is happening." Tuti breathed. She smiled and attempted to lighten the mood by further adding. "Maybe he's going to surprise you with a gift when he returns!"

Y/N huffed. “I highly doubt that.”

“Why is that?” Tuti arched a brow, canting her head like a curious child. "Did you two have a fight before he departed?"

“You can say that.” Y/N swallowed. The steam from the tea invaded their nose, giving another nudge of temptation.

“He didn’t hurt you like before, did he?”

“No,” Y/N shook their head, and took their eyes off the cup. Their gaze fell upon Tuti. "Ever since that day, he hasn't struck me or done anything like that."

Tuti let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Well, if that’s the case, then what happened?”

“I don’t know if…”

“Y/N,”

“Yeah?"

Tuti bit the inside of her lip. Her hand reached across the table for Y/N's, and her fingers slipped over theirs. Y/N let go of the cup, and surrendered to the touch. A gentle squeeze that was filled with care came and went while Tuti wore an expression of concern.

“I’d like to think I’m not only here because I’m your servant,” Tuti frowned. “I’d like to think we’re also friends, and I want to be a good one to you. After what we’ve experienced together, I want you to know you can trust me. Sure, I’m an Imperial Help and we’re notorious for being obnoxious gossipers, but I mean this with my heart when I say your confidence is guaranteed with me. I’ve never told anyone or even the gods of what you and I have spoke of.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a slight warmth entrench around their heart from Tuti’s compassion. “Where’s all this coming from? That almost sounds like something a person who'd tattle would say.”

“I’m merely emphasizing my loyalty!” Tuti giggled. “Look, I know the Chancellor probably limits what you can and cannot say; because of the research he and Chief Besithia have been working on with the scourge, but I'm here to be a shoulder for you. I don't want you drowning in the dark on your lonesome, that's all."

If they weren’t so tired, Y/N could’ve easily seen themself tearing up from her proclamation.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to lighten the load...

“Do you need a napkin?” Tuti asked. She sadly looked on as Y/N used the back of their hand to wipe their eyes.

“No,” Y/N shook their head. Letting out a breath, their weary gaze traveled to the amber liquid in their glass. "I think I might've crossed a line with him."

Tuti's eyes widened. Catching herself, she dialed back with a quiet tone. “What happened?”

“The Chancellor and I met up at the springs. I was affectionate toward him. He didn’t take kindly to it. He got spooked like a horse that had seen a ghost. He didn’t say anything to me for the rest of the day, and then come the next day I find out he’s gone to the place where him and I were supposed to venture. I should be in Avem helping him out, but it’s like I don’t exist anymore.”

Y/N didn't feel comfortable giving the full story of how intimate things got at the springs. This was enough though. Enough to where Y/N could relinquish some secrecy, all the while remain dedicated to keeping themself and Ardyn safe.

“I’m no expert on Chancellor Izunia’s sympathies toward others. You’d have more of an idea than I. However, I think I may be able to impart some peace of mind?”

“Such as?”

Tuti smiled, letting go of Y/N's hand. “There are many of us Imperial Help who have bore witness to people in power having vulnerable moments, and seeing them act out of character when not in public. This includes more intimate detail."

“Are you saying you have dirt on the Chancellor?”

Tuti snorted, and shook her head. “Not me per se. I’ve only worked so close to him when you showed up. Gretchen--you remember her--she worked for years near his chambers, so if anybody is being truthful regarding Chancellor Izunia's mannerisms, it’s her.”

"So," Y/N braced themself. "What does Gretchen have on the Chancellor?"

“Well," Tuti muddled over her thoughts before continuing. "People over the years have attempted to get close to him. The few that broke through his usual barrier, didn’t fare well. Even the rare times where he had been drunk enough to seek the indulgences of a companion, it wouldn’t get far. Gretchen has said at most he had a lovely lady enter his chambers, and not even a second later she left in tears. Gretchen said he verbally tore her limb from limb."

“What does this have to do with the peace of mind you were referring to?”

“I’m getting to that,” Tuti said. “From what we gals and pals among the Imperial Help know about the Chancellor, he’s terrible at receiving affection. It’s strange isn’t it? How someone with a reputation for being a scandalous flirt in court could struggle with intimacy. I wouldn’t take what happened at the springs too seriously, hon. Not when he has a skeleton or two in the closet regarding people being kind to him.”

To Y/N, it wasn’t so strange. If Tuti had any kind of knowledge about Aera, and the suffering Ardyn had endured at her loss, it would make sense. He may be a professional actor and downright manipulative, but behind the stage he was human. A traumatized one at that. Deep down when Y/N looked at the facts, they felt guilt about their own anger toward what he had done leaving them behind. At the springs, and at the capitol.

“I wonder if he’s lost someone close to him. That would explain a lot in my opinion. That or he’s not a great performer despite being a wordsmith if you catch my drift.” Tuti snorted. Her latter statement snapped Y/N out of their thought quicker than lightning.

“I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you,” Y/N laughed, trying to ignore their own blush.

“Anyhow,” Tuti mused. “While this probably won’t solve your problem, I hope it’s given some perspective. And if it’s any consolation, I think you’re the only friend he truly has.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he’s never gone out of his way for anybody else. Not like what he’s done for you. That’s special. Don’t you think?” Tuti tilted her head. Her eyes held a reassurance that looked hopeful, like the glimmer of light that could be seen in a child's eye. "He doesn't hate you, Y/N. I truly believe that."

Y/N glanced downward at their lemon tea. The warmth of it’s aroma once more encouraged them to take a sip. With a nervous hand, they picked up their cup and brought the lid of it to their mouth. Tuti’s words infiltrated Y/N’s conscious while they consumed the tea and it’s fragrant flavor.

It was alright to indulge in the thought that things would be okay.

Later that day, the ocean waves rocked gently against the Altar of the Tidemother. The soothing churn of the surf along with the coastal breeze had one word come to mind for Y/N: serenity.

In all their years, Y/N never understood the full power monuments had until their feet had planted at the top of the ancient structure. As their eyes scanned the horizon, Altissa felt so small in comparison to the marvel that was Eos’s waterways.

In the distance, they could hear members of the Serpent Society indulge themself in conversation. Every once and again, Y/N picked up on remarks. Most were in the throes of pre-celebratory bliss for the betrothal ceremony. Come nightfall, the first of many processions would begin, and Y/N found out the Serpents were a hallmark of it.

Y/N’s own happiness toward the Serpents merriment went downhill when comments were tossed like trash toward the Altar. Everything from how grotesque it was, to suggestions on rebuilding it from the ground up were said. Betrys and one other gentleman bitterly unleashed their counter arguments toward colleagues, but the damage had been done as far as Y/N was concerned.

As a Scavenger who hunted for rare finds in Lucis, and as someone who found the beauty of this place unparalleled, it felt insulting. The memory of themself and Ardyn in the Vixen discussing ancient architecture during the night of their debut further aggravated them. He loved places like this, for it gave Ardyn a snapshot of his former life. Y/N felt insulted on his behalf.

Of course there’s always a catch…Y/N thought quietly. The Serpents were no better than the Higher Imperials who thought themself above everyone. Instead of basking in their social status, these folks thought the modern world was a godsend compared to what came before.

Y/N furrowed their brows. Once upon a time, they had somewhat of a similar mindset. After getting out into the real world, and away from Insomnia, things from the past seemed like better alternatives to what the contemporary world provided. Ardyn's own experiences further solidified the mentality.

Despite the Serpents being more than accommodating during the week--even lavishing Y/N and their party with gifts after the House of the Courts attack--Y/N didn’t feel comfortable speaking when the group began their descent from the altar podium. They purposefully walked slower, wishing to be in the background. Gods forbid they walk in the middle of the herd, for it was a guarantee they'd never escape an onslaught of chatter.

“You couldn’t stand the yakking either?”

Y/N turned their head, smiling at Loqui as he joined their side. “If Niflheim were to truly invade Accordo, I could see the tongues of this lot going first.”

Loqui laughed. “That’s rather grotesque, even for you! They must’ve really gotten under your skin.”

“I don’t like people with superiority complexes.”

“Yet you live with one.” Loqui countered with a quip. He smirked at Y/N while they shot him a glare.

“I could argue the case that my personal guard is right up there with my roommate.”

Loqui grimaced as he scratched the side of his neck sheepishly. “I reckon I drove myself into that pit!”

“I’d say that’s a fair assumption.”

The pair laughed for a short while. After catching their breath, Loqui let out a deep sigh. During the tour of the Tidemother, Y/N noted how on edge he was. Glancing ahead, they made sure none of the Serpents would interrupt their conversation before deciding to pry.

“You seem more tense than usual.”

Loqui made a face and chortled. “Nothing is ever lost on your observations is there?”

“Hate to say you’re right, but you’re right.” Y/N smiled briefly.

“Yeah,” Loqui breathed. “I have a few things eating away at my head. I guess I should update you about my father.”

Y/N swallowed. “Is Commander Pierce alright?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” The sadness in Loqui’s eyes grew before he began to regale. “He was injured on the battlefield. His right foot might not make it. Other than that, he’s healthy as a horse.”

"I'm so sorry--"

"No, don't be. When you sign up for war, you know what you're getting into. It's part of the job."

Y/N let out a sigh. “Regardless, it's awful he has to go through that, but it’s good he’s alive.”

Loqui nodded. He looked like he wanted to say a million things, but he held his tongue. Sensing this was a sore subject for now, Y/N decided to switch gears.

“Did anything turn up from the investigation at the House of the Courts?”

Loqui nodded. “Nothing that the army wasn’t prepared for. A few of the folk among the protestors belonged to this MedZin group the Chancellor had my father keeping tabs on. They've been dealt with, and executed.”

As Loqui trailed off, Y/N felt their skin grow cold. The faces of the people they had killed, and the horrors they had bore witness too before Ardyn picked them up flipped through their head like a book. One whose pages would never stop turning.

“How long have you known about MedZin?”

The concern in Loqui’s eyes grew as he looked upon Y/N. “Ever since your debut. My father informed me that when he returned to Lucis, the duties the Chancellor had him on would be passed to my battalion. Why do you think I was on the coast for so long back at Niflheim? I was putting down those bastards among others. I’m assuming the Chancellor told you about MedZin, how they are attempting to gather information about the cure Chief Besithia is working on for the scourge."

“Yeah,” Y/N swallowed. It was the only appropriate answer they could conjure up. “So, you don’t know why they’re here?”

“Before they were killed, they proclaimed they were attempting to get back home to Lucis, but got caught up in the political chaos. Rest assured, you have nothing to fear. Security has been amplified just in case, but I don't foresee future problems. It was a coincidence. An unlucky one on their part.

“Thank you.” Y/N murmured.

“Y/N,”

Loqui ceased his steps. His right arm reached out and he gently stopped Y/N from walking further. His hand gently gripped theirs. Worry and affection crossed over his face like delicate tapestry as he acknowledged the fear Y/N was attempting to hide.

“I can’t help but feel there’s something personal here, with MedZin.” He whispered. "Would you indulge me?"

Y/N felt put under a heat lamp with nowhere to run, but to remain under the bulb and cook until bones ejected from flesh. With their trauma resurfacing, and the persistence of his voice, Y/N was scared. Scared to say anything.

“Before Chancellor Izunia found me on the beach, I ran into MedZin while trying to escape Lucis," The words came out before Y/N could even give them much thought, let alone calibrate if this was the wisest of responses to give to a man like Loqui. "They aided the soldiers that were trying to capture me. Both teams collaborated on a tall tale that I was sick. It wasn't true. It was just a lie so they could take me into custody after the abuse happened."

Loqui seemed satisfied with the answer, for all the air of suspicion went away. Y/N watched his expression soften, as he smiled with all the sincerity one could have for another that was cherished.

“You have my word they won’t touch you.”

Y/N nodded, returning the smile in full. While his kindness couldn’t pacify the horrid feelings that lurked beneath the surface, it was enough to know Y/N had another person besides Ardyn keeping them under a watchful eye.

Speaking of…Y/N reminded themself to talk to Ardyn about this situation. They wondered if Ardyn knew about the MedZin spies or if he was in the dark.

Loqui cleared his throat. “Y/N, there’s something else I want to talk with you about.”

“Yeah?”

“About the other day, the leaning thing. I know what I said and did was out of line. I’ve been meaning to apologize for my actions.”

“It’s alright, you were playing around.” Y/N comforted, trying to wave him off all the while continue to ground themself.

“But I wasn’t,” Loqui admitted. His fingers squeezed against Y/N’s. “To tell you the truth, you’ve grown on me. My father warned me to keep to myself, considering where you stand in proximity to the Chancellor, but I think the world of you. Your story, and all the good I’ve seen you pull off with your status as an Imperial Icon has touched my heart.”

Y/N had never experienced a heart attack before, but this feeling in their chest, felt like a widow maker.

“I know I have a place at your side as a personal guard, but if given the opportunity, I’d like to be more than that. You don't have to answer right away. I know this is unexpected, and--”

“Y/N, dear!”

Both Loqui and Y/N turned their heads and faced forward. A brief sadness traveled over Y/N’s face when Loqui let go of their hand.

Betrys was waving a few feet away, climbing up the steps of the altar to meet them. Her signature dimpled smile seemed to be exhilarating more warmth than usual. It complimented the cool gaze her eyes held.

“A pardon to you both, but our dear Chancellor has returned from Avem. He wants a word with you back at your lodging."

“He’s back?” Y/N blinked in shock. “I didn’t receive any messages through my cell.”

“Allegedly he’s tried to contact you and you hadn’t answered. So here I am, playing parakeet. Anyway, it sounded urgent dear. And Lieutenant Tummelt, you’ve been summoned to escort us Serpents to the House of the Courts to prepare for the wedding, and tinker with security detail. Per the Chancellor's orders."

Y/N glanced at Loqui, offering an apologetic gaze. It seemed that rotten luck was on his side when it came to personal affairs.

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be," Loqui shook his head. He smiled and gestured up ahead with his chin. "Go take care of what needs to be done. We can speak later."

“Thank you.” Y/N offered a head bow to both Betrys and Loqui, and made haste down the steps.

An hour later, Y/N's heart never stopped racing since they left the Tidemother's Altar. Anxiety filled each and every step they took when traversing the stairs at the hotel, attempting to get to their room where Ardyn awaited. Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N's forehead. The humidity from the day, and their own worries about what might happen had their body feeling feverish. The scourge bubbled in their veins, letting Y/N know it was painfully aware that another of it's presence was close. Pain ebbed and flowed as Y/N reached their floor, and made a beeline to their quarters.

What ifs began to invade their mind, and as Y/N opened the door with their key, they realized they had no strategy on how to approach Ardyn after the spring incident. Mentally cursing themself, their eyes locked on Ardyn who immediately looked up from the couch.

"You look like you're feeling better--"

"Don't say a word."

He was so quick, like a shadow running away from a sudden flick of a light switch, that Y/N didn't register the next few seconds. How Ardyn was at their side. How he slammed the door with a loud thud, and took care to lock it. How his body caged theirs to the wall. How his hands were on either side of Y/N's face, and how his fingertips caressed them fervently.

His eyes were a mix of awe and fear, and Y/N felt their pulse stammer at how unpredictable he was. How feral he looked.

Ardyn pressed his forehead to Y/N’s, his eyes shut and his breath became ragged. Scourge veins began to rise under his flesh to the surface, and a whimper dwelled past his lips. Y/N was in shock, watching Ardyn’s body tremble. He inhaled deeply as his head began to tilt from side to side. He was nuzzling them. Nuzzling like a creature who had been void of contact all its life and was experiencing sensation for the first time. The animalistic nature of his conduct was primal, bordering between human and something else.

While he remained in his affections, Y/N could feel the scourge in their own body respond to his touch. A powerful wave of yearning flooded their senses. It was as if Y/N’s brain was suddenly being drowned by an intense need to be close to someone familiar. The last time Y/N had touched Ardyn, the experience was profound but nothing quite like this. No, this was a step further. It was like being confronted at gunpoint: sweaty palms, a rapid heartbeat, and pupils blowing up to focus intently on the threat. However, despite the conflict that arose in Y/N’s subconscious, they felt anything but endangered.

Y/N closed their eyes, and through the dull hum of the scourge and its hivemind, they could not only hear and feel their own heartbeat but that of another. It was as if Y/N traded places in body with Ardyn, feeling his blood pulse through his veins and the scourge contract in his bones and nerves. What he felt was painful, but dulled by various emotions that were wreaking havoc. That’s the best Y/N could describe the experience to themself.

“I wanted to do this all week,” Ardyn admitted weakly while continuing his ministration. “I need your skin on mine.”

“Ardyn--”

“Bed.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and before the protest could be made, Ardyn shadow stepped with them in tow. In a split second, the world shifted, and Y/N found themself lying on the mattress with Ardyn hovering above their body. Deep black and gold orbs stared Y/N down when Ardyn finally forced himself to open his eyes. His breath was shallow, and his body quivered as if anticipating either a strike or a reciprocation. To Y/N it appeared as if he was fighting himself.

Despite the compromising position they found themself in with Ardyn, Y/N gave into the scourge’s pining and their hands reached up for Ardyn’s face. Their fingers stroked against his flesh greedily before burying into the long mess of his burgundy strands of hair. The noise that left him was a cross between a groan and a daemonic growl. He sounded hurt but quickly demonstrated that not to be the case when he lowered his body on top of Y/N’s and started rubbing his forehead against theirs once again. His hands stroked over Y/N’s face, carding through their scalp and descending toward their neck; touching whatever bit of flesh was exposed.

Y/N felt their body begin to run on autopilot, and they were a passenger happily basking in whatever strange ritual this was. Impulsively, Y/N leaned forward. Ardyn instinctively retreated back some, and gasped when Y/N tugged at his clothes. Soon his coat, vest, and white ruffled shirt were discarded, leaving him in his pants. He too tugged off some articles of Y/N's clothing, but showed the same courtesy toward them by not touching below the waist. Once enough flesh had been exposed to their liking, Y/N and Ardyn stared at one another rapidly. Observing every micro expression either gave.

When Y/N witnessed the rise and fall of the intricate purple veins of the scourge tracing over Ardyn's chest, they lunged forward and embraced him in a crash. It was as if they were holding onto the sun and moon at the same time. He was both hot and cold. The best of both worlds and Y/N’s scourge blitzed through nerves and blood. If there was any word to describe this feeling, it would be home. Hugging Ardyn like this skin-to-skin was like being bathed in the glow of a fire, all-consuming to where burning alive felt more like a treat than a threat.

Ardyn moaned out in a pained satisfaction when Y/N’s arms ensnared his body. He wasted no effort in mimicking the gesture upon them. A powerful thrum echoed throughout his psyche and heart. The scourge beat soundly in his soul. Holding Y/N like this, nuzzling them like a dog would to its master, felt right in every sense of the term. Ardyn felt he had been reunited with something lost to him, and he had to ensure his presence would never fade off of what was his. He took control suddenly and rolled with Y/N through the bed, and from there, the mutual touch became more invigorating.

Though logic seemed to be dead at the height of this precipice, Ardyn was no fool to the fact the scourge imprint was influencing his actions. The plague in his body pined to be with a piece of itself that had been donated to another, and he knew it was preying on his weakness for human contact. However, he was too drunk on how good it felt to stop what was happening. He might as well have been under a spell.

For what felt like an eternity, Ardyn and Y/N were grasping, caressing, pulling, and petting each other. Each touch a liquid fire, burning them both up. Y/N and Ardyn came dangerously close to kissing, but neither of their bodies succumbed. Instead, they shared the same breath with their mouths open, sighing deeply against the other's face while noses collided. The ritual was entirely about remembrance. Remembering every scent, sight and sound each other made.

This wasn’t sex. Y/N knew that much in the haze, but there was a layer of intimacy that felt on par with such an act. Y/N had a feeling too that Ardyn felt the same way, and that he was just as scared deep down as they were, but too blissed to care enough to stop. The way he smelled, and the vulnerability and power in his breaths intoxicated Y/N's mind while the scourge went into a frenzy. Y/N could feel their legs intertwine with Ardyn's. and their fingertips rushed to feel, pull, and scratch into his skin; holding onto him for dear life while being set aflame.

At some point, Y/N ran their nose down Ardyn’s cheek, tickling against his stubble while he rubbed his face against theirs. He growled, and rolled over a final time with Y/N latched into his embrace. While cuddling Y/N from behind, he sighed against their ear from time to time, and his bottom lip trailed over the pathways Y/N's scourge created on their soft skin. Eventually, he settled on a spot on their neck and bit down. Not hard enough to drawn blood, but enough that Y/N yelped out a moan. Ardyn remained for several seconds, applying pressure before he let go. His nose nudged at the sore he left behind, and his head fell against theirs. With a sigh, he fell away from Y/N. Now lying on his back and staring at the ceiling in shock.

Y/N's body buzzed. Through the haze of the fog in their head, logic and reason began to return. Their eyes widened as both they and Ardyn came crashing down from whatever possessed them to go feral.

What the hell just happened...?

Y/N wasn't sure if they wanted to know the answer to that.

#mending shadows #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #fanfic #fanfiction #ffxv fanfic #final fantasy xv ardyn #final fantasy xv fanfic #ao3 fanfic #reader x canon #canon x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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menalez · 6 months

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“but also what does this have to do with JKR? did she retweet it?”

Yes she did (I wasn’t sure how to link a retweet, maybe you can only link the original post idk)

ohh perhaps. some otber ppl said to me that she did retweet that. at this point i’ve decided that im not defending any of these women from TRAs’ claims and i have come to realise i have gained literally nothing from radblr but wonderful harassment and doxxing and being demonised. even though i’ve done the best i could to push this place into being a place we could genuinely say takes racism and homophobia seriously, a place that isn’t actually just white feminism, all me attempting to do that has done was turn me into a target while the “anti-racist” ppl on radblr generally stayed quiet or expect me to be the one person to criticise racism despite me repeatedly saying that this makes me an easy target and makes it easier for the racists on here to just lie about me to dismiss my concerns.

even tho this is a “feminist space”, i’ve been repeatedly presented as: a drama queen, irrational, and hysterical. people had repeatedly tried to dismiss my sexuality and my concerns by bringing up my trauma or calling me “cluster B” (specifically referring often to BPD, a disorder where 75% are women & over 90% are traumatised). people have called me a cunt, slut, whore, and bitch. people sat there debating whether my appearance made me attractive or ugly. people have posted a picture of my mother from her facebook. people were organising sending anon hate to me on their discord servers.

i give up on the people here and i regret ever having believing that this place could be better than it is. not even the popular spokespeople for this movement are people i can stand by. on one end you’ve got polilezzes, on another you’ve got lesbophobic het women, on another you’ve got racist women, etc. how is female class consciousness meant to be built when even the faces of radical feminism in english-speaking spaces cant display solidarity for women of different backgrounds?

srry for ranting but -_- ive reached my limit. ive tried for nearly 6 years now and it seems fruitless. perhaps i was way too idealistic. even women like JKR have failed to do small things like stand by amber heard publicly, or recognise israel’s colonial history, or speak up against the polilesbianism (instead she just posed with polilezzes and supports them while pretending to support lesbians.. lol)

#and no one here can take criticism or admit to being wrong or try to better themselves #this place at least had ppl like that in the past. now the ppl who get criticised either respond by lying #or justifying it. theres no hope for radblr #unless more of u magically decide to try to gatekeep and make this place better #which.. i doubt will happen at this rate so.

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bridgyrose · 8 months

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Rhodes is alive and a teacher at Beacon.

(Had to twist a few things for this one to work)

Rhodes finished writing out his lesson plan on the chalkboard, leaning on his cane as he turned around and looked over his students, pausing as he took count of each one. “Welcome to Civilian rescue 101. Today, we’ll be focusing on rescuing civilians from grimm and reducing collateral damage from grimm attacks. As you’re all probably aware, the first rule is to bring the grimm away from civilians. But if you cant do that-”

“And what about the non-grimm threats?” asked an amber-eyed girl. “Surely there are threats that arent grimm related.”

Rhodes paused for a moment as he looked at the girl, trying to place where he knew her from. “There are, but aside from rogue huntsmen and bandits, we dont normally deal with other threats. That’s what law enforcement is for.”

“And when the law isnt on their side?”

“Our hands are tied.”

“But that’s not fair!”

Rhodes winced as he heard the girl slam her hands on the table in front of him, taking a glance at the roster in front of him. “Not everything is fair, Cinder. Huntsmen dont make the rules, they follow them. Even when we dont want to.”

“So we’re just to condemn people to their fates?” Cinder asked, half growling as a little smoke left her mouth. “Just leave them like you did me?”

Hushed whispers filled the room as Rhodes looked over Cinder, finally recognizing her as the girl from the hotel in Atlas. His hand reached for his hip, fingers gently stroking the pommel of his sword. “I dont believe we’ve met. Whatever it is you went through, I’m sorry, but it would’ve been beyond any huntsman to break the law to help a civilian. Now sit down or I will send you to the Headmaster’s office for disrupting class.”

Cinder sat back down, keeping her eyes on Rhodes.

Rhodes sighed and turned back to the chalkboard, writing on it again. “There are rules that huntsmen try to follow. We’re here for the threats that law enforcement and militias cant deal with. Grimm. Rogue huntsmen. Bandits. Thieves. Others who have unlocked their aura and use that as an excuse to hurt others. We dont enforce the laws, we follow them. If a law is unjust, its up to the councils to advise that those laws be reformed. Otherwise, we go unchecked if we enforce the laws and enforce the punishments that go with them.”

The bell rang as Rhodes finished his sentence, dismissing the students as they stood up to make their way to their next class. He slowly took the eraser and started to erase what he had written on the board, keeping Cinder in view in the corner of his eye. “And Cinder, please no more outbursts like that.”

Cinder frowned at him. “Outbursts about what? Leaving me at that hotel to be abused? You were supposed to help me train to be a huntress!”

“And I did.” Rhodes turned around, looking over Cinder. “But my hands were tied-”

“You could’ve taken me away from them!”

Rhodes froze as his eyes locked onto the scar around Cinder’s neck, mostly healed but very visible from the damage the shock collar had caused. “I… I didnt know-”

“Of course you didnt know!” Cinder moved her collar to hide the scarring, tears welling up in her eyes. “No one did. Or cared. But then you left for weeks and that woman’s daughters found the swords you gave me. She used that collar until it broke, the lightning dust embedding itself into me as it shattered. And you werent there to save me!”

Rhodes stumbled a bit as he moved his cane with a step back, remembering that night he came back to Atlas. The hotel had been engulfed in flames, various huntsmen had been called to help put out the flames that threatened to spread to the nearby buildings. As far as he had been told, no one had survived the initial blaze, that fire dust had been used to start the flames. “When I came back, the hotel was gone and I was told that everyone that had been inside was dead.”

Cinder removed a glove from her left hand, showing her scarred skin. “I survived, but was burned. Not that you cared.”

“Cinder-”

“I dont want to hear it.” Cinder slipped the glove back onto her hand and started to walk off. “You showed me exactly what it means to be a huntsman.”

Rhodes sighed as he watched Cinder disappear into the crowd of students as his next class started to file in. It was like seeing a ghost from his past, the kid who was eager to train from him. But seeing her now hurt his heart, knowing he could never make up for it.

#rwby #cinder fall #rhodes #rwby rhodes #drabbles #professor rhodes au #professor rhodes

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tarysu · 3 months

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please eplas epelapslpslapalspasl PLEASE if you could write a fan x idol tachi (more like hunting dog tachi fan) ITY WOULD BE SO COOL. I'm going to kiss you so much if u do atp lets get married

babe who do you think I'm?! I SEE UR VISION AND I WILL WRITE IT ALL 4 U. You're like my 2nd request it's crazy cuz I'm working on my first one as well. AND MARRIAGE?? I CANT CHEAT ON MY POOKIE (jokes lets get married).. whoever u are anon I WILL FEED YOU THIS CONTENT!! (live laugh love TACHIHARA 2024). He's literally my spiritual animal so let me do some good work for you babe silly silly fluff one shot Tw: i cuss too much mb , super super DETAILED writing (i love this sm)

this has to be the longest fic I’ve written while thirsting on tachi 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 || 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 !!

✦ ─ ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ ─ ✦ the hunting dogs command respect not only within the nation but also internationally. Their popularity is a natural consequence of their remarkable abilities, as they have become heroes known for capturing the most dangerous criminals worldwide. These super soldiers, strictly crafted into humanity's weapon by the government, are the labeled faces of justice across the country. However, the 5th hunting dog remained a figure that never made a public appearance. As crazy fans speculated about the appearance of the 5th hunting dog, some had already become devoted admirers of a figure who hadn't even shown their face to the public. Yet, you were among them. A dedicated hunting dog fan, you collected nearly all of their merchandise – and by "all," you meant every piece available. You weren't any different from the other hunting dog fans, you were just like them. Kicking your feet and squealing into your pillow, your whole family thought you'd gone a bit crazy. There's a little secret behind how you became such a devoted fan, and it all traced back with an encounter six months ago at your college entry. a massive terrorist attack unfolded on your way to your college entry. You were pulled into the chaos when one of the train carriages exploded right next to yours. At that moment, you genuinely believed it might be the end of everything. The harsh reality hit you hard – you had just secured acceptance into a prestigious college, a dream your parents had worked tirelessly for, and now you found yourself teetering on the edge, facing the possibility of being pulled into death. It was a gut-wrenching situation. Before you could grasp the situation, just as you were on the verge of falling off the train, someone swiftly pulled you out of the carriage. It was a heart-thumping moment, and as your heart raced, a sense of relief washed over you – you had been saved, and it was none other than the 5th hunting dog. His hands gripped onto his chest as he leapt with you to safety. The memory remains vivid, the sensation of his touch and the brisk breeze tousling your hair still etched in your mind. You find yourself among the luckiest fans, having witnessed Michizou Tachihara eye to eye during a rescue mission. In fact, you were one of the fortunate ones personally rescued by him. Before you knew it, everything became a blur and a daze. Tachihara had no time for idle chatter, he swiftly left you in the care of the medical staff. It was unfortunate, a bit of a bummer really, that you couldn't even express your gratitude to him. It might sound a bit exaggerated, but in your eyes, it was honestly like love at first sight. As soon as your worried relatives came over to pick you up, the first thing you did was excitedly gush about the 5th hunting dog and how utterly cool he was. Even after getting home, after dinner, and even after a long, warm shower, there you are – rolling in your bed, squealing and eagerly detailing the interaction with someone on the other end of your phone. For days, for weeks, for months, it became a continuous cycle of hyperfixating on the 5th hunting dog – his ginger spikes, his fresh scent, his amber eyes, and that sharp look. You could lose yourself for years thinking about someone like him, but the nagging doubt persisted – would he come and rescue once more? If you were to encounter him once again, you'd make sure to express your gratitude for him saving your life. Of course, that's assuming if you manage to encounter him once more.

. . . . . .

. . . . Well, that brings us to the present. It's a cold morning, the second term of college has begun, and you feel utterly exhausted. Lying sprawled in your bed, you can hardly muster the energy to get up, and your phone timer has been ringing for more than 30 minutes.

You were awake, and so was the entire household. The sound of your mother storming into your room reached your ears, and before you knew it, your whole blanket was flying off. You were now facing the wrath of a drill sergeant; your mother, fierce and easily annoyed by the smallest flaws.

You didn't bother to look up, instead burying your face in a pillow, your words muffled and barely audible.

"10 mwore mwinutes…" "20 mwore mwinutes.." "5 mwore minutes.." Your mother had reached her limit; flames were clearly visible in her eyes. With a firm grip on both your feet, she pulled you down to the ground with full force. "12 mwore mwi- FUCK!! OW!!" The thud was loud, and your siblings peeked from the door. They weren't concerned for you, but they were certainly worried about themselves. If they didn't get moving, they might receive the same forceful drag your mother just delivered to you. Your mother pulled her sleeves up.

"AIYAA! BREAKFAST IS ALREADY GETTIN' COLD!" She placed her hands on her hips, observing you, her daughter, rubbing your nose from the impact of the thud. With no other option, you had to get up and get ready. In the shower, massaging your scalp with bubbles, you found your mind drifting towards your assignments and the workload for your majors. you had missed quite a few important lectures. It wasn't a major concern, though, as your friends would always send over notes. The downside? Some had handwriting resembling cave drawings, making it a struggle to decipher. Others had the most unreadable handwriting on earth, with each letter barely legible. Yet, you had somehow managed to cope with these alien notes for the first few months of college. You weren't failing your studies, to be honest you were quite motivated. Why? Because you thought of your handsome saviour all the time. Every single moment of motivation seemed to be fuelled by thoughts of him. The impact he had on you was so significant that you ended up daydreaming the most foolishly romantic scenarios with him.

Even in your rush to eat breakfast, his amber gaze occupied your thoughts. As you pondered the interaction more deeply, you couldn't help but wonder: What would have happened if he never came to your rescue? How expensive would your funeral casket be? And who would attend your funeral? But those are just thoughts of what might have been if he never came around. Running down the streets of Yokohama, you accidentally bump into a thug. Both of you tumble over, and your bag drops, creating quite a scene. The thug, looking pretty livid, glares at you.

you are scared shitless. Before you could even form an apology, he spoke ahead.

"Watch where you're goin', asshole," he spat on the ground, unmannerly as it was. That set you ablaze, but beneath the rudeness, his fierce gaze sparked a sense of familiarity. It reminded you of someone softer, though it was hard to tell since he was pretty fucking rude. The thug left shortly, leaving you annoyed and in quite a foul mood. As you picked up your bag, you made your way to the train station. However, the streets were more crowded than usual, and you thought it would be better to find a shortcut. Yokohama wasn't unfamiliar territory, you had lived here your whole life and were practically born in the city.

Yet, an uneasy feeling crept in, maybe because you found yourself walking in the sketchiest alleyway, but it being marked as the quickest route on the map so you had to trust it. Being late was your own fault, but facing your mother's wrath at home was not an option. So, you opted for the quicker route to get to college.

Yet, it felt like someone was walking every step behind you. You didn't dare to look back. Was it a hallucination? Or just the sound of your heart pounding loudly? Before you could even react, turning around, some creepy ass man was darting his dagger toward you. Miraculously, it flew out of his hand and landed against a hard brick. You froze, breaking into a cold sweat. Seeing the blade fling, you knew you had to make a run for it. You had no plans of dying today, especially not at the hands of some creep.

"..THIS BITCH-" The creep's words were abruptly cut off by a loud thud. He got kicked so hard that the brick wall he landed against cracked. ouch.

Luckily, you hid behind a barrel, fortunate enough to witness the scene unfold. It was the thug. That face was far too familiar, even from afar. It was the 5th hunting dog you had adored completely for the past few months. Sure, that damn bandaid was barely a disguise to hide his features. You… giggled. Like the dumbass you were, you couldn't help it. Tachihara's skin shivered, and the first thing his eyes landed on was you, giggling and peeking out of your tiny hiding area. He was ready to ignore it and head off since he had just finished his job. Idly rubbing the bandaid over his nose, he was snapped back to reality by the feeling of someone behind him.

You!

There you were, smiling and giggling like an idiot, seemingly eager for this moment to see him again.

"Oh… my god… YOU'RE THE 5TH HUNTIN' D-" Michizou had to cut you off quickly before his cover was blown. Michizou dragged you to a more secluded area, just the two of you. He sighed, relieved that your words didn't spill more before his cover could be blown. His hand covered your mouth, and you were pure red, all your focus on him.

After a moment, he took his hand off.

"Can you keep it down, will ya?" He spoke in a more polite manner now that he was discovered. The moment he took off his hand, he probably regretted it.

"Oh my god.. I'M LITERALLY YOUR BIGGEST FAN! OH GOD.. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE YOU AGAIN SINCE THE LAST TIME YOU SAVED ME! IT'S BEEN SO LONG AND GOSH AGHH.. THIS WAS SUCH A MESSY ATTIRE TO FORMALLY APPROACH YOU AND EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE TO YOU.. I JUST CAN'T BELIEV-"

And he shut your mouth again.

"..Fuck, you talk a lot, don't ya?" He looked at you with a sour expression, a mix of bittersweet emotions. He appreciated the praise, but you were undeniably loud. And definitely quite the talker. You were melting on the spot, your hot breath against his palm. He could feel your breath condensing on his skin, and it was not exactly pleasant. Holy shit, he swore right in front of you. Strangely, you seemed to consider that hot as fuck.

Michizou decided to keep his hand on your mouth until you calmed down. After a few moments, he only had his eyes on you. Sure, he remembered you… oh, he really did. Only because you were that crazy bitch who argued back and forth with the register at the convenience store when he was doing some errands for Teruko. But of course, he also remembered your face when he saved you. "Will ya shut up if I take my hand off ya?"

The position was awkward and uncomfortable, your back against the brick wall, completely pinned by Tachihara with his hand covering your mouth. In response, you gave him a nod, showing compliance. He was a little worried you'd start talking a lot, but luckily you didn't. But sooner or later, you did start talking again. God, you also talk when you're super nervous.

"I'm so sorry! I just felt a little relieved and pretty fuckin' excited.. AH FUCK! Don't mind my profanity, I can't really go on about my day without cussin'!"

And he regretted it once more. Eventually, Tachihara grew sick and tired of the repetitive cycle of your talkative behavior. He bluntly told you to shut the fuck up, but your excitement made it impossible for you to take him seriously. Before he left, you offered a small token of gratitude for saving you not once, but twice—a letter. It had been tucked away in your pocket for some time, kept just in case you happened to bump into him. And that letter also had your number.

. . . . . .

. . . . You kept your guard up all the time, knowing that it takes a lot of effort to get a reaction from Tachihara. It's not that he was aloof, he just had a resting bitch face most of the time you interacted with him. Aware that he was in disguise as a mafioso and often walked in your area, you poked and doted on him, fuelled by the excitement of meeting him. Of course, you complied and were careful not to expose him most of the time. You were a harmless fan, driven by excitement. tachihara knew that he'd probably also feel the same way if he discovered his hero was around him all the time, you maintained boundaries. After all, you were aware that he was just a humble soldier doing his job. He got used to your presence, the constant doting, and even the times when you got on his nerves, albeit in a playful way. However, he couldn't be in Yokohama most of the time; as a hunting dog, there were periods when he would be away from his role as a mafioso. And that absence could last for a long time. That left you bored and devoid of excitement, but you still appreciated the fact that he listened to you. You learned that he had a busy schedule as a spy infiltrating the mafia, oblivious to the mafia part because, well, you were a bit dense in that regard. You had a special request for the 5th hunting dog, but you doubted he'd fulfill it. It was for your birthday, and considering he was a busy guy out there kicking ass in the world, you weren't too hopeful. Feeling careless and a bit stupid, you reminded yourself that you were just a fan, nothing more. As the clock arms neared 12 am, your birthday was nearly over, and what sucked even more was that your family was far too busy to celebrate the age you were turning. You were cooped up in your blanket, slumped on the bed frame. Closing the lamp, you were ready to head off to bed. The moment you laid your head on the cozy pillow, the window lock unlocked by itself. Frozen, sitting up, you saw Tachihara. Your heart lit up, his whole figure shining in the moonlight.

Dressed in his his military attire , clean and impeccable, complete with his cape and hat, he stood outside your window. His fingers adjusted the brim of his hat before he spoke; THE 5th hunting dog was right outside. It looked like he had indeed made time for your request.

Your fan date.

He sat on the edge of the window, and you were amazed that he had actually come, waiting for you. Considering the amount of excuses he probably had to give just to grant one request.

“Seriously? You didn’t even fuckin’ dress up? C’mon, we’re headin’ off somewhere.”

You felt a little embarrassed since you hadn’t actually expected him to come.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d come at all, so I thought-“

“Not a word, get up and get movin’.”

He reached his hand out, but you were too busy being dazed in his amber gaze. Eventually, you stood up to hold his gloved hand.

He took you by the hand, and suddenly, you felt yourself falling. On the very top floor of your apartment, he held you close. You were screaming like an idiot as you both fell, the sensation akin to a roller coaster. It was surreal, and you couldn't quite believe it was happening.

He swiftly landed on the garden ground, your heart pounding out of your mouth.

“Y’know..you could’ve just knocked at my door..”

You smiled, enjoying the rhythm of the wind blowing against you both.

He turned his head to you.

“That’d be pretty fuckin’ lame,” he said in a cool tone.

Lame?

“Wouldn’t wanna bore out the birthday princess, wasn’t my entrance up to your fuckin’ taste?”

You did have a thrill for action, but you couldn’t help but just laugh. You were nervous for this, but he was right. He really had a keen eye.

“Well-..uh, thank you for really makin’ an effort.”

Michizou really did make an effort. It wasn't something he'd normally do, but occasionally, for his number one fan, he would.

“Consider yourself a lucky fan.”

With one swift move, he leaped into the air, jumping on wire stands. Your stomach dropped, but it was amazing. He brought you to all kinds of stores, bought you meals because, well, he was a dirty rich guy anyways. And he even snuck you into the Ferris wheel, bypassing the lines with ease.

It truly felt like a date, holding hands and engaging in small talk – the kind of experience you never had during your youth. You had always wondered what teenage girlhood felt like, with crushes and holding hands with boys. But here you were, holding hands with none other than the finest hunting dog.

Treated like a client, yet strangely satisfied, you found yourself dozing off as Michizou took you home just before dawn. Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, the finest hunting dog carefully laid you on your bed.

A soft snicker escaped him as he glanced at all the hunting dog posters adorning your walls, particularly amused by the one featuring Fukuchi's shirtless physique framed. In that moment, the boundary between fan and idol blurred.

you were already planning to enthusiastically recount the memorable date when you woke up—an unforgettable birthday etched in the pages of your fangirl heart.

the fifth hunting dogs number one.

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knifefightscene · 2 years

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I don’t know if it’s because I hold other women to a higher standard but I’m just so upset that women let this happen to her. And it would be so easy for me to blame it solely on yt women but the amount of women from every which way I’ve had to report and unfollow because of the vile things they’ve posted throughout the trial is insane. It’s problematic for me to expect this behaviour from men and not women but I can’t help it. Even some DV victims are part of the large group of people harassing her, Ofc the general public CANT change the influence his status had on the case, but we could’ve made it so much easier on her just by showing her the support she deserves.

As for men nobody can convince me that they’re not using her as a punching bag for their misogyny and utter disdain of women. I understand how people get when it comes to celebrity stan culture but what’s insane is these people have never even thought about J*nny D*pp in their lives, he’s been irrelevant for a bit now, and I’m 100% sure he has another upcoming trial for harassing someone on set. They just came together to harass the fuck out of her it’s not even like they stan him that hard, they just want an excuse to pick up where he left off and continue abusing her.

I have frankly blocked so many people. I even unfollowed people i have followed for literal years over this. I did not care at all but when misinfo videos and tweets were suggested to me i start to think this is ridiculous. Like even if the misinfo was true, she still doesn’t deserve to be hated that much. With Amber T*rd trending and people saying she’s a gold digger. She’s not. She dated Elon Musk and left him. Her marriage with Depp doesn’t have prenup so she’s entitled to so much more money than 7 millions. Which she then pledged to charities. And have to halt cause she spent 6 millions just to fight him in legal battles. It’s disgusting. Even if u don’t believe he did abuse her. Can you see he’s abusing her now? That power he wield is unbelievable. The entire world was on his side.

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ヘ(^_^ヘ)—ROMANTICITIZE ME, DIONYSUS—ヘ(^_^ヘ) —Every Ishito x Various—)♡

Notes: yes, baised off of the BTS song, i cant stop listening to them help me, various is greek gods, dionysus, apollo, they are my ocs though or interprataions, very ‘out of character’ greek mythology, loosely based on greek mythology, hints of modern/ 200’s AU, shes a journalist, she works for hades, mortal every, non-royal every, i love her, she doesn’t put up with anyones shit, multi-lengual every ofc, theres some greek, latin, and koeran in here, you rlly thought, drinking, smooking, smooking tabbaco, very rustic hints in here, dancing, ballrooms, i love her so much, they also have touches of BTS members in here, mainly more fluff, in my fluff era, comedy, hades is suposed to have the apperance of jin, all of apollos and artiemis’s are in koeran, hints of sad background, abadonment issues, greek lore, old termoniology, old beliefs, beliefs that woman should please men and only men, no homophobia though, believes that woman are weaker then men, sad love, star-gazing, there’s a kiss at the end, morally grey ending, she spends 7 weeks, one week with each of the gods, Aethena has the looks of Jimin, holy shit, fuckfest, smut everywhere, she fucks all the gods what tje fuck, litterally everything you could think of, insanity, std’s everywhere, jealousy, oh my god, happy valentines day post, give my girl a break holy shit, bow down bitches fr.

Every held her clipboard tighter to her as she walked down the long spiral staircase. By all logical reasons, she shouldn’t even be here right now. But hey, everything else had failed, so why not?!

“Ah..” She mummbled as she finally got off the final step.

She was in a bleak room and there was a small table sitting in the middle. A man was already sitting down, head held in his hand.

He perked up and his dark, honey eyes clased with her bright orange/amber ones. He placed a somewhat polite grin on his face.

“Ah hello, you must be Every Ishto, correct?” He asked.

His voice was deep, surpursingly deep. It had a slight comforting tone to it too..now for apprence, the male was ceritanely intimadating. Compared to Every, he could probably kill her in seconds.

He had dark, striaght and form fitting hair it also stopped right belpw his earlobe. It also stopped his bangs, shaddowing right above his eyebrows. He had a strong jaw-line and again, dark golden eyes.

His overall physic was toned, tannish. He was wearing a red and black suit with rings and a red pendant necklace. It reminded her of something.

“Miss Ishto??” He snapped his fingers.

The red haired girl jolted before grimnacing in embrassment. She held the clipboard tighter before making a slight bow gesture.

“Yes, that would be me..Mr.Hades..” She answered.

She was about to refer to him by his last name, but then relized, Greek goods didn’t have last names. They just weren’t a thing back then..

He only flashed a breif smile before gesturing towards the seat across from him.

“Please do take a seat.” He said.

The girl only nodded firmly and scampered over and sat down. She still held onto her clipboard though. Now that they were closer, she noticed he was BIG.

He basically had a looming presence even though hs was sat properly. Even from here, she could tell he smelled like oak and embers.

“It’s good to see that you don’t seem that afraid of me..” He breathed, looking away.

She wasn’t afraid of him, despite all common sense. Most mortals would probably freak out if they saw face to face with the god of death and underworld.

“I don’t see a reason to, you don’t look scary.” She blurted.

The girl immeditally grimnaced and slapped a hand over her mouth. He did look scary, frame wise. The books just got the looks part wrong.

He faced her again and eyed her, with a simper expression.

“Really? Why do you say that, now?” He questioned, seeming curious.

The girl only removed her mouth and hestaintely replied.

“Because..uhm..in our books your described as some revengeful spirt..and terrifying..but..you look..human enough to me..” She tried to clarify.

He, thankfully seemed satisfied with this as he smiled again. She never expected someone like this would smile so much.

“So, I’m assuming you know what I’m asking you to do for the job?” He visbly straightened a little.

Every smallely grinned and finally let go of her clipboard. She slid the clipboard closer and let him glance at it.

“Yes, this was the list of gods I was sent to interview? Double check it if you wish.” She shrugged.

Internally, she grimnaced and faceplamed. Was she seriously talking like this to the god of death?!

“Yep, besides me you have six to interview. Want me to give you a quick pitch on their personalities??” He offered.

The red haired girl immeditally nodded, eager. She wanted to know who she was going to be talking to..

“Ah okay well, the first one on your list is Aethena..just a quick warning, he’s not a girl. He prefers to be called Aethen, since he dislikes being refered to as a girl.” He explained.

The girl blinked a few times, that was surprsing..were all of them guys or something??

“As for personality, it’s very dual supported..he can be very agressive. But most of the time, he is very hospitol, just watch your mouth around him.” He warned.

At least that was simaliar to what she had read in books. Yeah, she was a avid reader of greek mythology. She also liked folklore, really anything mythological.

“Alright?” He tried to get her to react.

She only grunted and and watched as he lookex at the second person. Visbly grimnacing, he sighed.

“Ah, Dioynysus..” He breathed, laughing slightly.

Dioynsus, the god of wine and parties. From what Eve had read, he was a very..intresting character. He was said to have a sort of sleazy, yet fancy presence.

He was very casual and flirty for a god because of how much acohol and parties he hosted. Hades looked at her again.

“Dionysus is very..attention seeking. Odds are, he’ll take a intrest in you. All of them probably will, not much I can do about that.” He sighed.

She made a slight confused face and he laughed softly.

“It’s funny, your name is Eve. Or Every..y’know, like Eve from Adam and Eve??” He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his face while gazing at her.

She blinked a few times before making a ‘oh’ expression.

“I’m no godess.” Was all she replied with.

Hades paused for a second before bursting out in laughter. She tried not to flinch before sweat-dropping. Had she had something?

“Hahaha! Ah-your amusing for a mortal!” He said before laughing a little more.

She only smiled her nervously, one of her eyes shrinking slightly. What, by not saying she was the bibcal Eve?

“Anywaysss’, don’t mind him if he offers you a drink, I don’t care. Just try and get him to at least answer a few questions.” He slumped slightly.

She blinked before nodding, there wasn’t much she could say. He glanced at the next name and slumped further. He seemed pretty tired and relaxed.

“Posiedon. Ugh..” He groaned.

“He’s not the best person, right?” She boldly asked.

He perked up at this before staring at her for a few beats, making her nervous. Then, he burst out into laughter again.

“Yeah! He acts like he’s mensturating half of the time..Anyways, he has very bad mood swings. As said, I’m the oldest of us so..” He shrugged.

“He also threatens alot of people, on reflex. So if he does with you, just kind of brush it off, ok?” He grumbled.

She merly bit her lip and nodded. Could she stop noticing how attractive he was?! God, the neckace on his suit glinted and winked at her, so she decided to focus her eyes on that.

Unfourtnately, he seemed to notice as he hummed and grinned.

“Oh, this seems to have caughten your eye. Do you like it?”

“Uhm-Yes it’s very pretty.” She hestiated before answering.

He only hummed and looked down at the clipboard again. He only looked back up at her with a curious glint.

“Hm, Hephestaus, but before we talk about him..I must ask something..” He trailed off.

Every only leaned a tiny bit forward before straightening her posture.

“Yes?” She polteily inquired, edging him on.

“How exactly do you seem to know so much? I know that we have books written on us and stuff like I said before but you seem to know more then the average person.” He explained.

The female only leaned back with a knowing look on her face.

“I was always into greek mythology. But I guess I can’t really call it mythology anymore cause one of the main gods is in front of me.” She grunted.

The male only nodded along with what she was saying.

“Ah, well it’s good to see we’ve still somewhat influenced you guys..” He said.

Silence covered the two of them before he laughed slightly.

“Your not very talktative, are you?” He snickered.

The orange eyed girl only tensed slightly and raised an eyebrow.

“What has this got to do with hepheastus?” She questioned

The god infront of her only snickered before studying her a little more. She had formal fitting clothes, not expensive though. She had said she relized a lot of people wanted the job in her email, and wasn’t overly eager to get it.

She was also very curious, seeming to gravitate towards the listening type.

“Enough about them, you’ll do fine.” He brushed the clipboard back towards her.

She made a horrifed face. He wasn’t going to give her any more information?! But there were like four other gods!!

“Tell me about you..you didn’t say much in your application:” He spoke.

She didn’t mind how eager he was to get to know her.

“Well..I’m 22 and uhm..My full name is Every Ishto..I’m italian and Koeran..and..I grew up in New order.” She explained a little.

He hummed and squinted his eyes. He could defentily hear the tones of Koeran in her voice.

“You have a very..Koeran accent..?” He said.

The girl only flashed a nervous smile and looked down at her lap for a second.

“I actually learned most of my english while learning Italian aswell.” She answered.

Her eye seemed to twitch but Hades was none the wiser. He only raised an eyebrow and nudged his face in question.

“Oh? Well that’s good, Apollo and Atremis are koeran and talk in that language aswell.” He simply said.

She blinksd slowly a few times, now that was also surprisng. She wasn’t expecting apollo or ATREMIS of all people to only speak english.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair, fixing the cuff of his sleeve. She merly watched him.

“I can see your soul..all gods can, obviously. Your soul is really pretty.” He vaguely said, gazing at her upper chest.

She could’ve sworn her heart was speed up and imiedtaited a orange glow. There was a medium speick of black though.

“Of course, it has some corruption. Every person has corruption.” He said.

The female only flustered slightly and looked away. She knew it wasn’t met to be perverted, but still. A male shamelessy looking at her soul, wasn’t that ment to be intamieaite.

“Ah sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He apologized.

She only tensed at this and grimnaced.

“No it’s alright, I get it.”

A akward silence covered the two of them before he cleared his throat.

“Your hired, just so you know.” He said.

Every bounced her leg up and down in comfort to hype herself up. She couldn’t just get up and run around while squeeling which is what she wanted to do. A somewhat giddy smile covered her face.

“Thank you so much, sir-!” She started but was cut off.

“Please, just Hades is okay.” He smiled, standing up.

She nodded before clearing her throat and standing up aswell.

“Thank you, Hades. I’m assuming that I’ll get a start date?” She tilted her head while grabbing her clipboard and holding it close to her chest.

The man only chuckled slightly before sticking his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, I will send one of my escorts in a week to take you to the person your interviewings abode…” He answered before moving away from the table.

She smiled and also moved away from it. But she tensed when he reached to grab her hand and shake it. He was extremely warm, strange.

“만나서 반가웠어요, 예쁜 아가씨.” He said before letting go and walking away.

Every was stunned for a good minute or two.

“What the actual fuck.”

The girl, needless to say was nervous. It was her first day on the job and she was meeting Aethena-sorry Aethen.

“Miss Ishto??” A unfamilar voice knocked on her door.

She peaked through the crack and saw a majestic looking being. They didn’t have a mouth and their skin was entirely white. They also had their eyes closed.

“Yes..? Are you here to be my escort..?” She slowly asked.

The person seemed to smile, even though they didn’t have a mouth. Their eyes raised and squinted.

“Yep, please come..” They softly said.

She opened her door and blinked. A fancy looking brown car was parked on the side of the road.

She gawked when the white colored person simply closed their eyes like they were happy and walked across the busy street.

“Mortals-Besides you cannot see me..” They clarrifed.

She simply nodded stiffly before adjusting the bag she had on her hip. She quickly looked from side to side before having an opening to cross the street. She held a hand up as thanks towards the car who had stopped to let her stop.

Only for the car behind that car to agressivly honk..

She skipped onto the sidewalk and walked over to the side of the car.

“Assholes..” She muttered under her breath.

The escort only smiled again with their eyes and both of them entered the car. She glanced around, nothing seemed special.

“How are we going to get to Aethen??” She questioned.

The person only hummed before pressing a button. All of the sudden, a flash of white flashed before her eyes, blinding her.

“Ack-!” She felt insane turbalance as her body was guled to the back of her seat.

Silence greeted her until..she opened her eyes..

“Miss Ishto?? We have arrived.” The escort said.

She made a sound of confusion before looking around. She was still inside the car, but now she was on a different street.

There was a extremely large looking white palace infront of her. There were gold accents and horse statues right infront of the doors. And a tone of steps leading up to the door.

The girl flinched slightly when ladies in white, silk and dress attire laughed and walked together.

“There’s no need to worry..they don’t bite.” The white colored person waved their hand and the door unlocked and unbuckled Every on its own.

She yelped when her body was gently levitated and placed on the first step of the many leading to the palace. She made a face and glanced behind her, hands clutching onto her thick bag strap, only to see no car or person behind her.

She flinched when some girls and people passing by a gave her an odd glance. Well, she wasn’t wearing simaliar clothes. Or atleast, simaliar clothes to them.

She was wearing a simple form fitting red blouse shirt that had lace around the drop that showed her collar bones. Two buttons were also below that in the middle. The sleeves started right below her shoulders and flared out polietly.

She was also wearing a red, long skirt. Not extremely long, mid-calf. Finally, she had a peral necklace on and black and brown flats.

She made a grimnace before slowly walking up the stairs. It was kind of daunting-to be seeing a god. Of course, Hades was extremely nice to her.

A girl in a group, out of the corner of her eye she could see point at her. Eve only looked down and went quicker.

There was a line of people outside the doors, pretty long. The girl who had pointed at her was now ahead of her.

“Hey, you.” The girl, who had now turned around gave her a quick once over.

“Hello, may I help you?” She tried to poletiely said.

The taller girl scowled and glowered at her further. She was geniuley confused, what? Did she not like humans or anything?

“Why are you, as a mortal, here? I mean, out of all the places and you pick Aethen??” She tried to stress.

Every only glanced at the emptyiness on stage. It was bassicly like a menu.

“I work for hades.” She blurted.

The female seemed to blink a few times before gawking. She completly stopped, making the other halt aswell.

“YOU-A MORTAL WORKS FOR HADES?!” She leaned closer.

Unfourtnately, her outburst caused multiple to look over. They all gasped and a few other females crowded around.

“Hades?! Isn’t he scary?!” One asked.

Every only leaned away and sweat-dropped.

“Uh-? No not uhm..really?” She said.

She flinched when someone ran their hands through her hair. It was a taller girl with brunette and golden eyes.

“Your hair is so pretty! How did you get it this color, mortal?” She adimired.

“Oooo! And look at her eyes!!-~” Another leaned surprisingly close to her face and stared at her orange hues.

She had enough and quickly tore herself away and fit through the crowd. Smiling nervously, she made a waving gesture and said something before running away.

“Thanks! And uhm..my Name’s Every Ishto..!” She said before scampering away.

She sighed as she finally looked at the large door infront of her. She grunted and pushed it open with a good amount of effort in it.

She blinked a few times as she took a few steps inside. There was a garden, past the door, odd layout. She noticed there was a heart shaped bush and multiple more white statues throughout the garden.

She grunted again when someone bumped into her.

“Excuse me.” It was a male.

He had fancy clothes on, and a otherwordly apperance. Sure, everyone here looked angeliec but this guy..

He noticed she was staring at him and he gave her a quick tilt of the head and up and down. He blinked a few times when he relized something..

“Hold on a second- Your a mortal.” He blurted.

Was this suposed to be Aethena-Aethen?? He could’ve fit the bill.

“Are you..?”

He only spared her a somewhat amused look. He came a little closer and she moved further back, to move away from him and the door.

“The greek god, Aethen? Yes, that’s me.” He smiled.

She squinted, wasn’t this a little odd?? She ment, Aethena was suposed to be a woman and almost a femanist. She was the god of justice.

He only squinted back at her and she noticed something..

‘Are those fucking dimples..?’ She gaped, how cute!

“So, how can I help you? It’s very rare a mortal chooses to meet with me, they usually pick eros or aphordite..” He curiously questioned.

Every glanced down towards her bag before tensing. Right! The interview!

“Right, uhm- I’m here for an interview..uhm-with you..I’m with Hades- as in..I work..for him..” She tried her best to explain.

Aethen blinked a few times before gawking slightly.

“Hades?! You work for that old man?” He questioned.

She only laughed nervously and glanced around, not many people were here. Most of them cut straight through the garden and towards the door that was on the opposite side.

“Ahaha..yeah..hey..uhm do you have somewhere we could sit down for the interview.?” She nervously asked.

The male only grinned again and nodded.

“Of course, come!” He said.

He lead her to the middle of the garden where there was a small gazebo. Both of them entered it and flowers surrounded the area. There was a small table and multiple chairs around it.

He quickly took a seat down and she followed, taking one across from him.

She took a good look at him before getting her question notes. He had dark brunette hair, straight. Sort of styled simaliar to Hades.

But his eyes were a dark blue, understanding. But if annoyed, they could quickly turn to ice.

“So..uhm I must ask..how old are you in god years?” She inquired.

He only smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, well..I would say around maybe..uhhhhh..20 centuries??” He didn’t seem completly sure.

She shot him a look but didn’t say anything else.

“Right, so..not many mortals vist you?” She went slightly off the script.

The male only sighed and leaned back on the bench. His arms wrapped around the back of it and she tried not to gawk.

‘Holy shit.’ Her mind freaked out.

“Yes, not many mortals vist. And if they do, it’s usually on accident. They’re always looking for some other god..not you, though!” He mummbled before beaming at her.

She couldn’t help but feel a little weak at that saying. She really wasn’t that special, did he already forget this was suposed to be bussiness related??

“Right..and uhm..do you know anything about the modern world?” She scribbled something down before asking.

Aethen only grunted and looked away for a second. God he was ho-!

‘STOP IT.’ She breathed in and out.

“A little bit, I prefer to be social with people, you know? Plus we can’t really get our hands on that stuff.”. He said.

“But I can get my hands on you, can’t I?” He said.

She gawked at him, eyes wide. Excuse you?! She blinked a few times in surprise, making him snicker.

“Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to see how you would react.” He apologized.

She only scowled slightly before leaning back in her chair. She lifted her clipboard with the notes again close to her face and squinted.

When she grunted and lowered it, he was closer then she would of liked. But not wanting to give him a reaction, she only cringed for a second.

“Right. Who would you say your closetest to among the gods?” She inquired, shifting slightly.

Aethen only raised an eyebrow at her indifference but looked away. It looked like he was pondering the question actually.

“Uhhhh..maybe Eros? He’s a little shit though.” He huffed.

The red-nette tried not to gawk again. Cursing?! She wasn’t heavily religous but she certianely didn’t expect that.

But it did make sense, if he did favor Eros. It would make sense because he was so flirty towards her.

“Honestly, Hades barely tells us anything anymore! Or I’m out of the loop, one or the other!” The brunette whined.

She glanced down at her notes again, some of them were filled out. She had a place for extras and she decided to write down something.

‘Way too flirty and actually childish.’ Was what it said.

Every looked up again when he started speaking again;

“Either way, it’s odd he hired a mortal. Speaking of, I never did get your name.” He looked away before finally snapping his eyes back to her.

The female only nodded before answering.

“It’s Every, just call me Eve though.” She said.

The man only smiled, his dimples everso present. He also seemed amused.

“Like, garden of Eve? You look the part to be a godess.” He smoothly said.

Her orange eye twitched twice. Honestly, why did everyone compare her name to that?! Was it really that intresting?

“Funny, your older said that too.” She hissed with a sharp smile on her face.

The blue eyed male only made a fast smirk expression, one she almost didn’t catch. What a little shit.

“Anyways, I’ve heard that Greek gods don’t have much luck in the love area of things..care to forward me?” She settled for a more bold question.

He seemed slightly surprised at this, making her grin for a second.

“Are you asking or telling?” His expression went netural.

It was sort of scary, seeing him drop his smile and beaming personality. His eyes were dark now, no light in them. This is what a greek god looked like when you ticked them off.

“Asking..?” She trailed off, seeming hestiant.

“Yes, it’s true that we don’t have alot of luck with love. Hell, just ask Apollo. His lovers turned into fucking plants or something.” He snickered slightly.

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly at this. Was he seriously laughing at someones misery??

“Don’t you feel bad for him..?” She leaned forward a little.

He glanced into her eyes before looking away and scoffing. He treated the question like it was a stupid one.

“Of course I don’t. It’s his fault for falling in love with a mortal anyways.” He huffed.

Her expression shifted into something bitter for a second. He didn’t seem to notice though.

She wasn’t a romantic, but she didn’t blame people for falling in love. Wait a second-

“Didn’t your buddy Eros fall in love with a mortal too??” She raised an eyebrow.

Aethen only scowled slightly and scoffed again.

“Your asking these questions like your intrested in me or something.” He placed a sarcastic smile on his face.

Every only hummed and made a ‘woah’ expression.

“Nope! I’m gonna’ ask everyone these questions.” She smiled with her eyes closed.

The god only ran a hand through his hair while her eyes were closed. Well, here goes nothing.

The girl flinched and yelped when a hand grabbed her rather roughly. She tumbled onto his lap and immeditally stiffened, almost as hard as a rock. His hands moved to her hips and she scowled.

“What are you doing?!” She veomonsly asked.

He only had a shit-eating grin on his face with his fingers practically digging into her hips.

“Don’t you wanna’ see a god up close and personal?” He tilted his head slightly.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and digging into them aswell. Sparks went off in between them; irratated ones.

“No.” She bluntly answered.

He would’ve adimitted, it was a good front. She didn’t look flustered at all, almost bored.

But you couldn’t fool the god of justice and wisdom, nice try Ishto. She was practically crystal clear to him. Every mortal was.

“Are you stupid or something?” He blurted out.

The red haired girl blinked a few times before her eyes returned to their hodded nature.

“Huh.” It wasn’t really a sound of confusion, more of a breathy scoff.

“I mean, lying to a god of justice? Do you relize that your in for it now?” He mockingly said, grin coming back.

She looked actually confused this time before making a face when he grabbed her face with one hand. His right kept her stable on him.

“But don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll help you..” He cooed.

She tensed stiffly when his one hand teasingly crawled up higher to her ribcage.

“Unless you don’t want me?” He tilted his head.

The red-nette couldn’t help it, her stomach was turning. But not with dread, but with anxiety.

The orange eyed girl only scowled before leaning closer to him. In a swift motion, she connected their lips.

“Mm!..” He seemed somewhat surprised and she only dug her hands further into his clothes.

The male quickly softened and tugged her closer, making them press aganist each other. His hands carefully slid up to her collar bones and rubbed the skin.

His hands were cold, and practically froze her own burning skin. It was like she had just downed a shot of vodka, that’s how knocked up she was.

“Closer..” He accritvely mummbled aganist her lips and did exactly that.

There was no way she could come any closer. They breathed the same air.

His hand that had placed itself on her hip moved to her jaw. It basically held it in place so she couldn’t move away.

“Ack!-!” She flinched when he bit harshly down on her lip.

The girl hissed when he slid his tongue into her mouth. He was gentle at first, but now he was back to being harsh.

Both of them grunted when they switched positions.

Aethen was ontop of her when they were still on the bench. He somehow fitted onto the medium sized surface.

She was practically fitted together, her shoulders being forced together. Not actually together mind you, just so close to her frame that it shrunk.

Of course, the position wasn’t overly comfortable but she was too focused. She was only focused on everything and any movememt he did.

He leaned into her and his hands trailed away again, one of them moving extremely low and one at a medium area on her stomach.

He pulled away for a second to let her breath. Oddly enough, the sky was darker now. Considering she could see shades of almost black looking at her.

“Odd, right? I don’t control it..�� He laughed softly as his lower had crept closer and brushed aganist her thighs.

Every loved the stars, and was somewhat happy her first was happening under them.

“Aw, I don’t want the stars to steal your attention away form me..” He complained softly.

Every grunted when his hand brushed aganist her clothed clit. His fingers were long and bony and pressed harder. Out of the corner of her vision, she could see him grin slightly.

“Am I your first, Eve?” He teasingly whispered.

She only grunted but hissed when he moved his left hand to pinch her hip. She grunted as he moved her underwear aside and kissed her roughly.

In all honesty, she should’ve probably expected something like this. Wait-should she have?! Where did that thought even come from?!

“Ngh!..” She was muffled when his hand gently touched her own bare private.

It was embrassing, how senstive she was. She only touched by someone before-herself. And she had never gone too far.

Aethen broke her train of thought by pressing impossibly closer. He had already smoothly entricted his fingers and hadn’t moved them yet.

Like said before, his fingers were impossibly large. Yet they weren’t hard to fit around, because they were light.

“Your so cute..” He whispered.

Every whined slightly at that, was he teasing? You see, whenever Every blushed or turned the slighest bit hot, her face would burn.

Just like now, her face was burning. It burned with heat and almost stung. And Aethen’s face barely even looked red.

“I’m not even touching you that much, baby..~” He snickered, very lightly.

It was strange, she thought the greek gods would talk alot more proper. Or maybe it was just this guy..

“Ack!-!” She moaned when he started moving his fingers at a medium pace inside and out of her.

Looking despreate to try and cover up the noise, she grabbed him closer and kissed him again. Of course, she was much more softer then him.

It was stupid, in his mind. Sleeping around with mortals, Eros did it all the time. He cracked an eye open to get a good look at her face.

She was shaking, poor thing..it was like she had never even been touched, sexually or not.

He went faster with his fingers, as his other hand trailed up to her jaw again. It really didn’t make sense as to why exactly he would do this..he was suposed to be the god of justice!

But there was a certian allure about her..something otherworldly.

No way she was mortal, he almost scoffed. His hand on her jaw tightened, making her almost flinch back and whine.

No mortal would be acting like this..no mortal would work for hades.

His fingers pumped in and out of her, almost at a thinking pace. Sometimes, they would go agonzingly slow, or harsher when something seemed to annoy him. It was like he wasn’t fully there, with the way his eyes clouded over.

The female was actually that loud, only soft grunts and babbling was heard. The occasnily call of his name made him snap out of it and harshly kiss her, how mean.

Could Aethena be so sadistic, so cruel? Sure. Did she ever expect it?? Hell fucking no! She also didn’t expect the cord in her stomach to already tighten and sit there uncomfortablly.

No one else could hear them, propely something he did. After all, he probably made it night aswell.

“Will you do with this all the other gods, hm?” He skeptically questioned, moving slightly to her neck.

She only muffled a moan in response, her one hand covering her mouth. The male only tsked in response and moved one of his hands so that it held her wrist, while his fingers fit into her mouth.

She made a yelping sound around them and almost bit them but didn’t. His blue eyes narrowed.

“Don’t bite.” He simply hissed out.

The girl only peeked an eye open and nodded. The chrod in her stomach was building and she could feel him slow down slightly.

“Ngh! Please..please..” She begged around his fingers.

This seemed to peak his intrest as he made an amused expression.

“Please? Please what?” He mockingly said.

“Release..please..” She begged.

Ah, she was so cute. He really ment it. Her face was all red and he wanted so badly to be rougher with her. But was midly concerned if he was too rough she would litterally die?!

“Fine, pretty..” He softly agreed before speeding up his fingers again and working softly on her neck.

He was being slightly gentler now, atleast compared to his fingers. The nickname was also nice.

“Ngh!” She moaned when the chord in her stomach came back.

In all honesty, Aethen could probably dick-her down right now, but her body seemed exhausted from all the edging. It earned this atleast.

“Come on, baby.” He hissed.

She got louder as he bit down on a part of her neck. Her skin was sweet, odd for a mortal. Not that he was complaning though.

“Hngh!..” She panted when her body seized up and she finally released.

Oddly enough, it didn’t come out as rushed as she thought it would. Every had every climaxed before in her life. It just came in stronger to mild waves.

Aethen smiled and pulled away from her neck, also carefully removing his fingers. Her body peived in exhaustion.

“I think this interview is over, don’t you?” He added on, jokingly.

The red-nette only frowned and tiredly peeked an eye open.

“Fuck you..” She breathed before closing them again.

The next week was easy going, each week the mortal girl spent time with each of the gods. Of course, he still teased her but didn’t fuck her again..he seemed satisfied enough. He also didn’t seem intrested in keeping connections towards her.

Maybe he did that with all mortals, and the thought distruped her a little.

“Did you have a good interview week with him, Miss Ishto?” A random cocubine asked the girl as she was packing her things.

She had dark skin and black hair. She also had pitch black eyes but a small smile on her face.

“Yep. Thanks for the help.” She blandly replied.

What was she suposed to say?! Thanks for not pestering me about my bussiness like all your friends did?!

Which is exactly what they did, actually. People flocked around her everytime she exited the area with Aethen and pestered her. Apprently not many peopld got one on one time with him.

“Most would think your lucky, you know. Not alot of people get to meet Aethen face to face.” She reminded.

The girl placed a sharp, thin lipped smile on her face. How many people were gonna’ say that?!

“Oh yeah? Thanks.” She blandly replied.

The concubine only laughed slightly and shook her head. She must have relized she took it the wrong way.

“No, I ment it in a postive way!” She quickly said.

Every only lifted the filled up bag and adjusted her clothes.

“Oh, alright then..” She replied.

Honestly, it was kind of akward. Everyone who had tried to talk to her was so formal, and offputting.

“Well, I hope the rest of your interviews go well!” She said, before leaving the other.

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lol i scraped this

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