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divinehedons · 1 year

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a madness all-consuming.

Pairing: dark!raider!Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: There's a few rules that aid one's survival in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Stealing from Joel Miller is, of course, the fool's road to hell. But you just couldn't resist it. Now you have to face the consequences.

Warnings: This is a dark fic, minors DO NOT interact! This fic contains explicit non-con, allusions to canon-typical violence, elements of torture (mostly psychological, slightly physical), explicit unprotected sex (wrap it up!), gun kink, hard dom!joel, angry sex, this version of Joel is a real meanie poopie head, biiiig legal age gap.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are much appreciated; requests welcome!

You figured it would be easy. He wasn't in the prime of life, after all. He couldn't even hear properly out of one ear. If you were going to steal from anyone at the end of the world, you'll take all the advantage you can get. So when you heard the clear sound of a gun's safety clicking off in the dead of night, you swore there was never a time you turned around faster.

That's how he found you, clutching a looted bottle of whisky, eyes wide and trembling. Joel Miller was many things. You heard whispers of that quiet man who spoke with his eyes. You knew people who fled from him, even in their sleep. Never look him in the eye, kiddo.

Was he some modern Titan, you wondered once, with his Medusean gaze and Midas touch? Whatever it was, you had tried so hard not to run in with him. And yet, here you lay, right in the belly of the goddamned beast.

You never should've taken the gig for some crumbs to live off of.

"Put it down, little lady," he mutters gruffly, motioning with the barrel of his gun as your breath hitches, the words escaping your throat as you slowly allowed yourself to place the bottle back on the floor. "Atta girl. Now, we can be civilised, can't we? You'll tell me what you're doin' here, and I won't shoot your pretty little head off."

You had begun to stammer out some semblance of an explanation. I was starving. I hadn't eaten for days. I'm trying to be good-

The cool metal barrel stares you down as the gruff man presses it against your forehead, finally shushing your panicked cries as the free hand cups your cheek, rough hands belonging to the much taller man, somewhat attempting to soothe and relax.

"Use that pretty li'l mouth of yours, sugar, c'mon."

"Th-they told me they'd give me more rations if I g-got something for you," you said between shaky tremors. "I don't have anywhere else to go, sir, please-"

"Are you gonna start being more specific or do i have to get it out of you myself?"

Perhaps it was the sobs that escaped you. Perhaps it was the sheer panic in your eyes. Either way, Joel Miller immediately knew you weren't going to be as easy to talk to as he thought. He sighs, returning the pistol to his holster as his large hand takes you by the scruff of your shirt- a grimy little thing, really, stolen from one body or another- dragging you to the rickety dining table, slamming your rigid frame, face up and floundering just as he tethers each limb to each wooden leg, leaving you spread eagle, the perfect little victim.

You try to peer at him from the darkness, squinting through the warm yellow light overhead. You barely make out his figure, the soft sound of tools clinking as you try, once more, to beg.

Argumentum ad miseracordiam. An appeal of misery. You try to tell him, in broken fragments. "The other raiders said they'd give me food- oh, God, please! I haven't eaten in days and I was desperate!" A cry escapes you as he returns with a knife in hand, looking to you with a gaze that you only understood for what it was: of a man without morals, stumbling upon a mode of release.

He moves closer, and you can feel his breath on your cheek as that cool blade presses against your exposed throat. You cry, you scream, you thrash, even when the rope on your limbs dig deeper into your aching skin.

"Give me a name, sugar. Wouldn't want to hurt your pretty little neck," he threatens, just as you feel that blade cut against your skin when your breath hitches.

"I-" you try and think, try and remember, try to shake off that looming cloud over her brain. The blade again, slicing as warm rivulets of blood stain his fingers. The answer never came faster. "I don't know!"

He stabs the stained knife right beside your left ear, so close you swore you could've heard your own hair tethered to the same table as you cry out from sheer panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry- Please, I won't come near you ever again, just... please don't kill me-"

"So fuckin' mouthy," Joel finally says, glaring up at you with those same relentless eyes, retrieving his gun from his holster, pressing it against your lips as you sob harder. "Open your fucking mouth before I shoot your brains out, sugar." You obey, the idea of death so foreign and terrifying that it shocks you to consciousness. Making you all the more aware of the hell that comes next.

Slowly, Joel fucks the barrel of his loaded pistol, in and out for a few times as he watches you struggle against the sheer size of it. Finally, he presses it deep, despite your gagging and whining. "That's it, baby. Keep that pistol warm for me." All at once, you feel the heat in your cheeks, the tears wetting your skin, spread wide open and weak. "The only time you should be talking to me is if you're gonna tell me who sent you, peach. Got it?"

You try your best to nod, horrified of how much further he could go. You whine when he tears your shirt, uses his knife to cut open your pants. Within minutes, he has you how he wants you: bare, trembling, and completely at his mercy. It is then that he takes the gun away, chuckling darkly at the string of spit that clings against the muzzle.

"Ready to give me a name, darlin'?"

You sob, and try again. Like a fool, you think. "I didn't know, I swear!"

You feel his fingers take one pert nipple, pinching so hard you squealed and swore you almost saw stars. You look down, seeing the reddish-purple marks of his fingers. "Such a waste, baby. We could be having fun by now, but you're so fuckin' stubborn."

There's something else. You feel the slightly warm sensation of metal drifting against your stomach, lower and lower until he reaches that sweet cunt of yours. He watches, mesmerized by that strip of flesh that had never looked more delectable. And his beloved pistol is there, finding your needy little clit with ease.

"Tell me, sugar. Or else, you're fuckin' my gun."

You looked to see his expression to see if he was joking. If this was his sick form of pleasure, watching the fear enter your gaze. Only when you look, his gaze only carries burning clarity.

You feel white-hot shame cover you, and you hear yourself saying the words. "There was a blond!"

He pauses, just enough to see if what you were saying had any relevance. "He said he... he said it would be funny if I succeeded-"

"Interesting," interjected your captor, pausing momentary as he positions his gun right at your entrance. "Interesting, but not good enough."

With that, you feel something fucking up into you as you screamed, thrashing against your bindings as he chuckles, first sinking his pistol's entire barrel, only to recede and fuck back into you at a much more brutal pace.

The agony was indescribable. The pistol helped with nothing but your spit, your body, at first resisting, only to keen when the metal brushes against somewhere so deep within you. Wetness secretes from your very essence and makes it easier. You fought again, knowing just how much sickening pleasure it would bring him to know his gun had gotten you wet.

But he knew. Of course he knew.

He knew from the way your body tenses, builds up, locks itself. He knew from the miniscule way your hips chased his motions, the way your lip trembles, your eyes closing, only for your orbs to roll back. Fight as you must, your body told him you wanted this too. And that was enough to make him smirk.

You hear it, despite your whimpers. The distinct click of the safety turning off as he focuses on your needy little cunt. "That's it, baby. That's fucking it-" He smirks up at you as you shake your head, begging him to stop as he continues.

"Fuck no, baby." He leans closer, free hand holding your face and making you look at him. "I want you to look me in the eye as you cum."

That was all you needed. Just as he says it, your hips tense, your cunt clenches, your scream echoing throughout the house as your orgasm takes over you so wholly and completely, your spend making it so much easier to fuck you through your peak.

It was utter humiliation, seeing Joel pull away the pistol for it to be soaking, the evidence of your arousal dripping directly from the end of the muzzle. You whine, shivering where you lay as your eyes water.

"I-it was a raider too," you try again, wracking your brain throughout the darkness in an attempt to remember.

That seemed to peak his interest, looking up to you again, hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He smirks again, as if pushing you to say more in the chance that he'd stop. You start panting, squirming, struggling once more as you tried to remember anything else.

"Please, I've given you everything!"

That made him chuckle. Smug, collected, cool. "I don't know 'bout that, darlin'," he says in that significant southern drawl, leaning down to spit directly on your fucked out cunt, climbing up on that same dining room table, taking his cockhead to spread his own spend. His last kindness. Carefully, smilingly, biding his time. Like the monster that plays with his meal, as if the fear would make you taste as sweet.

You will always remember those brief moments. Where everything falls silent and all you can hear is the soft pleads, your wit's end hanging on to the desperation in your voice. You remember those dark eyes glinting in the darkness, as if he's still waiting, eternally watching, just how far you'll be able to beg for your dignity.

Perhaps that was why he bit down on your shoulder when you screamed as his massive girth spread you wide open in one solid thrust. From then on, he doesn't wait anymore. He fucks you through your tears, your screams, your fingernails digging into the hard wood of the table as he takes his pleasure, methodic, repeatedly, without satisfaction in sight. When he fucks you, he does so in a way that seemed to claim, carving a home for himself within your walls. A home for his spend when, some time after, he kisses your mouth needingly as his hips stutter and fuck his orgasm right against the very entrance of your womb.

He stays there, collecting himself as you wince, sniffle, turn your face away out of embarrassment, humiliation, feeling that finally, despite surviving another night in your post-apocalyptic reality, that you lost something anyway. That you weren't human anymore, anyway. Just a ghost inhabiting the body that was once your own.

"Blond, you said?" he asked, brows furrowed as he pulls himself out of you, tucking himself back into his pants. When you nod, you hear him depart into that darkness.

The peace felt jarring, silent, without a threat to the warm evening. But as soon as it started, so soon too, did it break.

All you hear is the clatter a few rooms away from you. Incomprehensible yelling from Joel and someone else, and, soon too, the rhythmic sound of pounding, grunting, the second voice falling silent.

Joel takes you again when he returns, turning you over and gripping you with sticky fingers. You shut your eyes and cry. You do not want to ask. You do not want to know.

But when he forces two fingers past your lips, the heavy taste of blood settle on your tongue. It tells you enough.

Was it madness if you felt relieved?

#joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #raider!joel #joel miller #joel miller dark fic #dark fic

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novelcain · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me again, I had a couple of ideas, a couple are about possible bard reader, another is a musing for any reader, and the last is a general question.

1. Bards aren’t solely musicians, (from my dnd experience,) they also recite poems, ballads, and stories. So what if Reader tries to keep some of the more prone to boredom pilgrims by talking about various other myths and stories she might know? For example, she might’ve had an ancient Egypt or Greek mythology phase and still remembers a lot of those stories and when things are getting dull, she just goes like “Hey, wanna hear a funny story?” And then talk about Midas getting cursed with donkey ears. It manages to occupy the silence with something more interesting.

2. I’ve seen the Ruan being suggested as Reader’s instrument, but I wonder if anyone has considered the Xun. A xun is basically a small ceramic or wood instrument in the same family as the ocarina, but played slightly differently. They’re quite portable, and they could also make for a convenient “which one of these identical monkeys is Six Eared Macaque,” test. Nothing against the Ruan, just wanted to share. (Bonus: if the Reader likes the Zelda games, she could play some of those songs and most of them are either soothing or fun to dance to.)

2.5. Personally, I am an edgy girl, so if I chose to sing, it’d be like the early 2000s nu-metal songs from groups like Evanescence, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, and all of that other stuff, so that’d be embarrassing.

3. How are she and Tripitaka going to stay warm in the winter? There were points in the book where it was stated to be snowing or at least very cold, and idk if Guanyin would give them coats or if they’d have to get one of the other pilgrims to beg for a couple of used old coats. If Guanyin did give them some, it’d be neat to see like a feather cloak or something along those lines as feathers (down) are very good at insulating and keeping one warm.

4. Given all of the times when Tripitaka either punishes Monkey too severely and/or kicks him out, I can imagine the Six Eared Macaque arc being the one where reader genuinely loses her patience and slaps the monk across the face. She doesn’t really even say anything, just turns to leave and if they say anything about how they need her to guide them, “well, you can figure it out for yourself, because I’m done putting up with your ‘holier than thou’ bullshit.” Then goes to find Wukong. Depends on if you want the one she finds to be the real one, trying not to cry, or if she runs into his doppelgänger. (Suppose we’ll have to wait and see.)

Have a good Sunday, Skittle!

-🌺 Anon

Hello again~

ok soooo i'm gonna admit that at first I had no idea what you were talking about but then I remembered that one of my followers did fanart with their version of Reader using a Ruan and I just wanna say that isn't canon it was just someone's art. anything that i post about ittw on here should be considered specifically not canon just for fun. i also won't answer any questions about what will happen in the future of any of my fics or au's (i know i'm a meanie😋). you can find all my ask rules on my pinned post 😊 (tho i might update them soon)

also everything about ittw was set in stone before i even began writing. nothing will change the plot even if i find an idea that i like (there was one idea from someone's fanart that i liked and i was thinking about using since it wouldn't effect the plot [after getting their permission] but i won't be doing that now because i don't want anyone to think i'm playing favorites or have a bunch of people try to get me to add their ideas as well. i've already had a bunch of people try to do that and it really stresses me out cause it's hard to stay nice in those situations) because of that (and i mean this in the nicest way possible i promise i'm not trying to sound like a jerk) i won't be taking any suggestions for plots unless i specifically ask for them🤗

I hope you have a great Sunday too, 🌺 Anon!

#🌺 anon #skittle answers

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aequitas-herbergier · 1 year

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↻ 𝕷𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌…

༒ Character profile: Karla Kurayami𓂅

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Aequitas Herbergier | Harbinger of Justice

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❝𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨?❞

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⎯⎯ ୨ General information ୧ ⎯⎯

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𒆜 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

➥ Karla Kurayami

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𒆜 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 | 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢

➥ くらやみカルラ | Kurayami Karura

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𒆜 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

➥ Karla is a name of German origin and it means "free woman".

➥ Kurayami is a name of Japanese origin and it means "darkness".

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𒆜 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬

➥ Lala (ララ) by Josephine Asano, Kou Mukami

➥ Bothersome person (面倒くさい人 — Mendōkusai hito) by Subaru Sakamaki, Shu Sakamaki

➥ Dimwit (まぬけ — Ma nuke) by Subaru Sakamaki

➥ Creeper (きもい人 — Ki mo i hito) by Ayato Sakamaki

➥ Meanie (ケチ — Kéchi) by Kou Mukami

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𒆜 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞

➥ 17 years old at the start of the story | approximately 300 years old

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𒆜 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

➥ 31th of October | Tourmaline

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𒆜 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

➥ Scorpio Sun — People with the Sun in Scorpio are intense, determined and passionate individuals. They are often times guarded and secretive about their personal life, with an air of mystery around them. However, they are trustful and loyal to their close ones. Scorpio Suns are honest people with a sharp sense of humor. They are creative and usually have inclinations towards arts but darker subjects too, magic, occult and anything mysterious.

➥ Aquarius Moon — Aquarius moons are known for their intelligence and individualism, they are often times egalitarians and freedom-seeking individuals. They are curious, progressive and sociable people, but they need a lot of space in relationships. Aquarius moons feel more at ease with fact and concept, due to their detached nature and inclination towards objectivity in their emotional responses emotional intricacies are not their forte.

➥ Virgo Ascendant — Virgo Ascendant natives are practical, calm and detail-oriented. They often times notice the tiniest details that others might overlook and are highly perfectionists. People with Ascendant in Virgo tackle problems with a flexible and practical approach. They are caring towards their family and friends, however, they take their time to analyze and warm up to people and situations. Virgo Ascendant individuals have sharp and analytical minds and they don't open up easily, especially where their emotions are concerned. They don't like to reveal their vulnerabilities, lest these be exploited.

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𒆜 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞

➥ Raivofe'ra

➥ Anomalous blood base

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𒆜 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

➥ Japanese

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𒆜 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬

➥ Female | She/Her

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𒆜 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➥ ‎Bisexual | Demiromantic

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𒆜 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

➥ 166cm

➥ 5 feet 5.5 inches

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𒆜 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

➥ 51 kg

➥ 112.44 lbs

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𒆜 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞

➥ AB negative — Those with blood type AB are thought to be intelligent and capable individuals with unique and enigmatic personalities. While they are often admired for their quick thinking and ability to make good decisions, they can also be seen as unpredictable and unreliable.

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𒆜 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 | 𝐄𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞

➥ INTJ 5w4 — INTJ 5w4s are deep intellectual people. They have an incredible curiosity for the world around them. This often makes them passionate readers and researchers. INTJ 5w4 will also love aesthetics and will have an eye for taste and fashion.

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𒆜 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➥ 2nd year high school student at Ryoutei High School Academy

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𒆜 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

➥ Alive

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𒆜 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

➥ Midas Kurayami (father)

➥ Kioko Kurayami (mother)

➥ Efraín Aguilar (adoptive father)

➥ Esmeralda Aguilar (adoptive mother)

➥ Isabella Aguilar (adoptive younger sister - deceased)

#₊ ⚜️ Karla Kurayami ·˚ ༘ ꒱#₊ 📜 Character Profile ·˚ ༘ ꒱#Diabolik Lovers OC #₊ 🗡️ 𝐀𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐫 ·˚ ༘ ꒱#₊ 🔗 General Info ·˚ ༘ ꒱#Spotify

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ask-reluctant-nightshade · 4 years

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“ONLY THE FINEST SILKS FROM MY REALM!” “MIDAS NO-!”

And that’s how Midas ruined the shower with a ton of blankets.

@askthetraveller Congrats on the party tho!

#askreluctantnightshade #shayrai nightshade #meanie midas #travellersbabyshower #I definitely didn’t forget to color this until today-

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bee0bub · 2 years

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・꒷꒦︶ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 / HQ 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : tendou satori x fem!reader (no pronouns but reader calls herself mommy [not nsfw])

‿︵ 649 words (this one's short !! ) + childhood friends + tendou develops a teeny tiny crush for reader awie + smol tendou

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : repost of my old works :] also i think the title is different on my wattpad but im not sure HSHAUSDA

The first time Tendou saw you, his shirt was covered in mud. Words like “freak” and “monster” were written on the back of his shirt. Dirt was scattered across his face and he looked like he was about to burst into tears. A bunch of children his age, some with globs of dirt and mud ensnared in their grubby little hands, surrounded him. To make matters worse, all of them were laughing.

Elementary truly was a cruel time for Tendou Satori.

He wanted to burst into tears, to cry so hard that his eyes fall off his sockets and everything around him would disappear. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die — no, he would much rather die. Right there.

He remembers the times his classmates isolated him because he looked like a ‘monster’. He remembers the times he overheard the parents of his classmates call him ‘weird-looking’ or even ‘ugly’. He remembers the time he overheard his grandma — his own grandma — suggest to Tendou’s parents that they should ‘put a bag over his head’.

He was reminded that he is ugly, every single day. Tendou thought that it’ll never stop. That everyone he meets will think he’s ugly. That no one will truly love him because of his looks. That the bullying will never stop and he’ll be reminded that he is a monster forever.

That is, until you came in.

The first time Tendou laid his eyes on you, he thought that you were beautiful. A lot of elementary boys would be too prideful to admit their crush, but Tendou would gladly tell everyone how beautiful you are.

You were wearing an adorable shirt with a smiley-face plastered on the front and polka-dot leggings. You had sparkly hair clips that kept your unruly hair in place and a Loom Band wrapped around your wrist to complete your look. From a teen and older’s perspective, that outfit would look like shit. But from a 10-year-old’s perspective, that outfit is the shit.

You were popular amongst your classmates, not only because of your outfit but because of your looks, and Tendou could see that. You were the cause for every bashful boy to blush during recess and every girl in the classroom to fight over who gets to play on the monkey bars with you.

Tendou expected you to join in on the bullying and laugh at him hysterically, but what he didn’t expect is for you to stomp in anger, stick out your tongue at the crowd and yell out the words, “Leave him alone, you bunch of meanies!” You cross your arms over your chest to establish dominance. “Or else I’m telling teacher!”

It was almost like wizardry how the group went silent and scattered across the playground over the word “teacher”.

You pout at the dissipating crowd before turning over to the dirt-covered boy. “Are you okay?”

His small eyes were still wide, in shock. No one ever stood up to him like that. He was so used to people looking at him in pity and passing by like they didn’t just see an elementary student getting beat up for his looks. The world is a cruel place.

“What’s your name?” Your question interrupts his small reverie. He looked up to search your eyes for any hint of mockery or fake compassion; but alas, he found nothing but genuine curiousness.

“Tendou...Satori.” “Hi, Satori! You can call me [Y/N]!” God, why were you so cute? “Come on, let’s play house. You’ll be the daddy and I’ll be the mommy.”

He vividly remembered that moment. That was the exact moment when the skies took pity on the dirt-faced boy, and sent an angel — one with nonpareil features and a heart so golden that even King Midas won’t be able to get his hands on — to be his first best friend in forever.

#𓆩 beebub fics .ᐟ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა #IM CRYING I LOVE TENDOU SM #ITS ON SIGHT #I WILL FIGHT HIS BULLIES #tendou satori x reader #tendou x reader #tendou satori x you #tendou satori #smol tendou #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x me #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you

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uarmyhusband · 3 years

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So what do the birds do? Like what are there hobbies, work, and free time?

Deville Twins: Howdy! Thanks for the question friend! 👋🏻

Elizabeth: My brother and I both work as medical personnel on Apollo. I specialize in collecting herbs and mushrooms to produce natural health items.

Vaude: And I usually help the patients with basic first aid and cheering them up. (Whispers) Lizzy doesn’t really trust me with any sharp objects to do surgical stuff.

Elizabeth: 😑 For good reason, clutzo. As for hobbies, I sometimes like to sketch or bake sweets.

Vaude: And I love eating them 😋! But other than that, I’ve been playing the guitar since I was about 16 years old. My favorite genre to play is rock. Ouh! And I consider annoying my sister and lovely boyfriend, Midas, a hobby too!

Elizabeth: Unfortunately 😒. So yes, in our free time we engage in our hobbies, or even go on walks around the island. We both love nature, and hanging out with friends on our walks. You never know what adventures we’ll go on with this one. (Elbows Vaude)

Vaude: (Holds ribs) Hey! Meanie 🥺.

Deville Twins: Anyway, we hope this answers your inquiries! Please come back any time, friend 🖤

#my asks #thanks for the questions!#this was fun!#vaude deville #vaude oc #elizabeth deville #elizabeth oc #deville twins #ask the birbs #fortnite plague #fortnite scourge #tag: character convos #ask: fortnite-rosso-and-company

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wrap-it-in-gold · 4 years

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hey!! i noticed u say that shadow midas is a big meanie. how do u think ghost midas acts? ((OOC or IC is fine :D))

♚ Like a pU-

||*busts in, knocking Midas down with my hands on his mouth* Ahem.. I don’t think he’d act like my Midas. Probably nicer, more empathetic? He’d be less likely to throw someone out a window and be more likely to talk them down from a fight. I don’t know I’ve not really thought about it.

#fortnite #fortnite blog #fortnite midas #midas fortnite #midas #fortnite battle royale #shadow midas #ask blog #fortnite ask blog #ask #linabeaan #ooc

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cappurrccino · 7 years

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Devrim & Hawthorne are both meanies and they made me be a meanie and yeah sure I might have a mini-mida now but at what cost

#juri plays #destiny2 #spoilers #d2 spoilers #let the bugs have their snacks #let them be #don't make me be mean

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badwolf1988-blog · 7 years

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Once Upon a Different Time: Chapter One

Disclaimer: Once upon a time...I had to write a stupid disclaimer so the meanies at Disney wouldn't sue me. I don’t own Once Upon a Time. And I lived disgruntledly ever after.

Author’s Note: This story is a little alternate universe. In this story, Regina meets Prince James (David) shortly after killing her husband, the King and not long after Snow White has gone on the run from her step-mother.

“Your Majesty, I must insist that you consider King George’s offer.” Henry trailed the Evil Queen as she stalked the halls of the castle on her way to her private quarters.

Why did her snivelling coward of a father insist on addressing her by her title? Yes, she was the Queen but she was still his daughter for goodness sakes.

“Why should I?” She raised her eyebrow as she stopped abruptly. “This is my kingdom...and I won’t share it with some pampered daddy’s boy prince.”

“Regina,” Henry sighed. “Your throne is at stake. Already there is talk of Midas raising forces against you. If you ally yourself with King George you shall have two armies at your disposal should any other kingdom declare war.”

From political and military standpoints, she knew her father had a very good point. But there was one thing Dear Old Daddy had forgotten. She had something on her side that no other kingdom had.

“Have you forgotten what I can do?” She raised her hand and - just because she could - she turned the nearest guard into a rather cuddly looking sable ferret. “No would dare challenge me.”

“I insist you meet with King George and his son...for me. They’ve traveled a long way.” He pleaded.

She hated it when the old man did that.

“Fine!” She huffed as she magically lifted the ferret and hurled it out the nearest window to vent her frustration. “I will meet the King but I am NOT marrying his son! Tell them I will entertain them in the throne room in half an hour.”

She stalked off to her chambers and slammed the door.

“Well, you seem like you’re in a cheerful mood.”

The unknown male voice had Regina spinning around in alarm at the thought of an intruder in her personal space.

What she found was a tall, athletically built man with dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and an amused smirk on his handsome face.

“Who are you?” She hissed as she slowly advanced on him, intent on making him pay for invading her privacy.

“Prince James...but my friends call me David.” He leaned back against the stone wall and folded his arms over his chest.

Wonderful. He was King George’s precious son. Well, lucky for him she didn’t want any trouble with his daddy. The prince would get to live another day.

“Why...are...you...in...my...chambers?” She spoke to him slowly as though were a small child who didn’t understand something.

“Because...this,” He pointed towards the ground and spoke to her just as slowly as she had spoken to him. “Is...where...Sir...Henry...put...me.”

Of course, it was. Her meddling father just could not leave well enough alone. Her soul couldn’t be fixed by True Love’s Kiss. Her True Love was long dead...all because of that simpering little girl she called a stepdaughter. Try all he liked, he was never going to find anyone she would love as much as she had loved Daniel.

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#once upon a time #evil charming fanfiction

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