#and that hopefully by then people wont be laughing at her

[onskepa]

Stxeli: Those Eyes

Here is another chapter of the ongoing series! I hope you all enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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Another day, another way. Neytiri awakens as usual in her own little hammock. She secretly hates it. Hates going to sleep and waking up alone. Of course she could go to her parents and sleep with them, but that would mean to be beside her.

Every since her mother brought back that human child, things have changed and were not the same. Having to adjust not just her elder sister's death but the arrive of the new infant.

Neytiri honestly doesnt know how to react to the new addition. She doesnt hate the infant, but doesnt love it either. Complicated feelings swirl in her heart. Seeking Eywa will only confuse her more. Tsu'tey isnt much help at the moment. Just being alone with her thought to hopefully figure out her inner feelings.

Mo'at had a long list of duties to do and unfortunately she cant keep an eye on stxeli for the whole day. Eytukan cant take care of their baby either as he is to lead the hunters for another nights feast.

So that only leaves neytiri.

"It will just be for awhile neytiri. As a big sister, it is also your responsibility to take care of your sister stxeli. I know you can do your best with her". After that Eytukan left to attend his olo'eyktan duties. Leaving neytiri and stxeli alone with each others company.

Neytiri looks over that the human child, not really getting near her. These past week has been a blur for the young na'vi. Does her parent really expect her to love the human child? After everything her kind did to her people? To her real sister?

Stxeli being just herself, makes sounds and looks at her surroundings. Her big eyes landing on neytiri. Their eyes meet, and a wave of excitement flowed through the baby. Asking to be carried by neytiri. Yet the na'vi wont move. Her eyes never wavering from those human eyes.

Little stxeli kept waving her arms around desiring to be held. She squeals and would make noises her mother would usually respond to. But neytiri still sits still. Observing the child and what its trying to do. Seeking attention is what she gathered.

Grabbing one of her mother's baskets, she puts stxeli in the basket and proceeds to carry her around like that.

It wasnt what stxeli wanted but it shall suffice for now. At least she gets to have a wide view of things. From the tall trees, to familiar faces that wave at her direction.

Stxeli preferred to be carried by the young girl who keeps staring at her. She has pretty eyes and wanted to get a closer look. Looks so much like mama and papa's eyes! Little stxeli tried to the girl's attention by making noise, but no response.

Stxeli wasnt having that.

Grabbing one of the braids that was hanging close to stxeli, she yanked it rather hard. This caused neytiri to hiss. In return, stxeli laughed like it was a funny thing to her. Neytiri had such tiny fangs! Smaller than mother's fangs.

Yanking again to the get the same reaction, neytiri was quick to be annoyed. Putting down the basket, she glares down at the child. "Such a demanding thing you are".

Deciding not the carry the basket, neytiri proceeds to drag it instead, with her tail. Not wanting the little infant to tug on her hair again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

its only been 2 hours, and neytiri is near her wits end. Little stxeli was screaming at the top of her lungs, and young neytiri fears it would attract unwanted predators. Sighing in distress, she puts down the basket to see stxeli rolling around in it, her little face red and tears wont stop flowing.

"What? What do you want?" she pleads with the baby. As if the infant can understand her, stxeli pats her tummy. Neytiri tilts her head, was the baby hungry? It has been a while since morning.

Tring to remember what mo'at feeds the baby, she grabs the basket again, and quickly searches for some fruit. But stxeli was screaming near her sensitive ears, her patience growing a bit thin.

What felt like forever, netyiri thankfully found some ripe yovo fruit, carefully cutting it small pieces, she shoves it in stxeli's mouth, making her to stop screaming.

With a huge sigh of relief, little neytiri relaxes in silence. But her ears twitch to the sound of stxeli munching away. Slowly her gaze turns to the baby. The little one's cheeks red and eyes a bit puffy, but stxeli wasnt so bad...

The young girl observes the human baby, taking in everyting. But her amber eyes made contact with the eyes of the infant. There was nothing but silence between them. Stxeli kept eating the soft fruit as her eyes never leaving neytiri's.

"Maybe you are not so ugly after all...." neytiri mutters.

Mo'at returns home at the same time with her mate. Both tired from their long day of doing their tasks. A nice dinner will regain their strength, and a nice cleanse by the river waters.

"Where is my sweet children?" mo'at asks as she seeks around her home. At the far corner, she finds neytiri holding stxeli. She gasped inwardly. It was the first time she has seen young neytiri holding her new sister like that. A smile crept up to her lips, enjoying the sight in front of her.

Eytukan appeared behind her, seeing the same thing. "It seems she is taking the big sister role well" he comments. Mo'at nods in agreement. Both get close to the girls, bending down. "How was your day with your sister ma'ite?" eytukan asks neytiri.

She shrugs but smiles, "it was....a very noisy day, but it is alright ma'sempu" she replies. Mo'at reaches for stxeli but neytiri backs away. This slightly confused mo'at.

"Are you not tired from holding her?" mo'at asks. Neytiri shakes her head, "no, I like holding her, and she likes it too. Isnt that right my sister?". Stxeli giggles as if to agree.

Eytukan turns to his mate, and widens a grin. Was mo'at...pouting?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all liked it! Should the next chapter be eytukan focused? Lemme know what you guys think! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @thehoneymushroomhealer , @kat-the-kit , @spookymomfriendtm . @moonchildxoxx , @galactict3a , @alastorhazbin

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[natashaismylove]

Schoolgirl fantasy |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha has a reputation for being quite the player on campus. Her being the classic frat boy didn’t clash well with y/n’s all-round good behaviour. Natasha enjoys teasing her but takes it a little further once after class.

Pairing: g!p mean fuckboy!natasha x fem!reader (college AU)

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), face-fucking, dirty talk, degrading, mocking, slapping, hair pulling, begging kink, size kink, belly bulge kink, innocence kink, slight form of masturbation, pet names (princess)

Word count: 2580

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“Come on, y/n.” Carol smirked before taking a sip of her beer. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“I’m not participating.” I answered sternly.

“You’re at a party, let loose, have some fun.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “A drinking game doesn’t sound that fun considering we have class tomorrow.”

Natasha shook her head. “Just forget it, Danvers. Don’t waste your time on a goodie two-shoes.”

“Yes, excuse me for caring about my grades.” I said sarcastically.

“You’re also a tease, you know.” Natasha said while leaning back against the couch.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at her. “How am I a tease?”

She shrugged her shoulders before finishing off her drink. “You dress like a porn school girl but wont fuck anyone.”

“So I'm a tease for not letting someone get in my pants that easily?” I scoffed. “Bitch…”

She tilted her head a little while giving me a glare. “Wanna repeat that?”

I leaned forwards, returning her glare. “Bitch.”

She chuckled ironically while shaking her head. “That’s brave.”

“What? You gonna beat me up?” I smirked.

A hand laid on my shoulders and I turned around to look at who it was. Kate leaned down a little to speak into my ear. “Maybe we should head out.”

“Yeah, we wouldn't want your grades to suffer because you didn't get your sleepy time.” Natasha said in a baby voice while fake pouting.

I stared angrily before taking a deep breath, standing up to follow my friend out of the house. We started to walk over the campus to head to our dorms, the fresh air feeling soothing. The dark sky was almost relaxing, everything so peaceful and quiet.

“Are you ok?” Kate broke the silence.

I nodded while keeping my gaze up at the sky. “Yeah. Natasha just pisses me off.”

“I get that. She can definitely be annoying.”

“Plus she has slept with pretty much every girl in school.” I looked at my friend.

“I think it’s some sort of game they’re playing. Like whoever gets the highest body count wins a fucking beer keg or whatever frat people are into.” She chuckled.

I laughed as we kept walking, a bed and sleep coming closer and closer. “Makes sense.”

“We’re too good for that shit.”

“Absolutely.” I agreed.

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After the bell rang I found a seat in the back of the class, hopefully avoiding the frat guys and their endless annoying banter. I took out my notebook and started to draw a little, just mindlessly moving my pencil around as a way to kill time. The teacher was late, not that it was such a bad thing as it would mean less time in class for the students.

I cared about my grades but I didn't like actually being at school. My grades were accomplishments, a way for me to feel good about myself. I enjoyed the praise and approval from my teachers, but the school part wasn't all that ideal, spending hours a day just waiting for it to end so I could leave. But then again, this wasn't exactly a unique viewpoint.

I snapped out of my thoughts as a pencil hit my head, landing on the floor below with a clang. I breathed in through my nose while slowly turning to look at the person besides me. Natasha smirked at me, tilting her head mockingly.

“What do you want?” I said exasperated.

“What’s got you in such a bad mood, princess?” she teased.

“God…” I groaned. “Maybe the fact that it’s 9 am and you’re throwing pencils at me like a child having a tantrum.”

“Ouch.” she chuckled.

“Fuck off and let me focus on class.”

“What are you supposed to focus on? There’s no teacher.”

“Well just simply fuck off then.” I said, giving her a fake smile.

Finally as the teacher arrived she left me alone. The class went by slowly, meaningless information I knew wouldn't come up again went in one ear and out the other. Like a robot I started to pack up my things as the bell rang, having done the same action millions of times now.

Life was on another level of uneventfulness. Movies definitely lied to us all about what college would be like. An arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me in, the familiar red hair that fell on my shoulder made me loudly sigh.

“What about fuck off do you not understand?”

“The fuck off part.” Natasha grinned at me.

“Why do you keep following me?”

“I’m trying to be friends here.”

“Oh yeah? You wanna be friends now? I thought I was a goody two-shoes and a tease.” I said irritated.

In the blink of an eye I was dragged into a room, the door locking behind us before she was pushing me up against the wall next to it. Her hands caged my head in as she stared down at me, her mouth slightly agape while her gaze was on my lips.

“Why can’t you just shut up for a second.” she spoke, moving her eyes between my own and my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I looked up at her, our height difference clearer now from our close proximity.

“Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t beg me to fuck them?” she questioned, lust clear in her voice.

“The playboy act isn't that appealing to me.” I answered, keeping my face blank and voice monotone.

Her hand cupped my cheek, dragging my bottom lip down before sighing. “Bet I could put that pretty mouth to some good use. You’ve been talking back a little too much lately, princess.”

I gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Oh really?”

She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees, holding my chin to lift my head up. “Don’t be a brat.”

I smirked up at her. “You seem pretty needy for me.”

She returned my smirk, raising her eyebrows suggestively while shrugging. “Or maybe I’m just doing everyone a favour by fucking the uptightness out of you.”

“You think I’ll just let you fuck me?”

She bent down a little, moving my head higher up so she could look closely at my face. “Oh princess, you’ll be begging me to do so.”

She stood back up, moving her hands onto her jeans to unzip them. She took her cock out of her underwear without removing her pants, stroking it with one hand while wrapping her other one into my hair. “Open up.”

I kept my mouth closed with a teasing smile, raising my eyebrows in a ‘whatcha gonna do now?’ way. She tugged my hair harshly, my head being forced back as I let out a surprised sound at the action. She took the opportunity of my open mouth to press the tip of her cock in between my lips.

“You could’ve just acted like a good girl.” she shook her head mockingly.

She moved my head back and forth onto her cock, using my mouth to get herself off. I placed my hands on her thighs while she fucked my mouth, just tugging on my hair to move me. She hit the back of my throat and I gagged, her response was a teasing chuckle. “What, can you barely take my cock in that mouth of yours?”

Tears filled my eyes before running down my cheeks, her movements speeding up quickly. My nails raked onto her thighs, trying to grip on harder to steady myself as she fucked my throat. She wiped away my tears with one of her hands while the other moved me further down onto her cock. 

“Is my princess having a hard time with my big cock stuffed in her mouth?” she fake pouted. “Maybe you just want me to fill that mouth with my cum?”

My scalp stung from her hold, my throat hurt but I couldn't deny that I was extremely turned on. I managed to kick off one of my shoes and moved my heel under me, sitting down on it to get some friction. I started to grind my hips back and forth, getting some much needed relief.

“Look at that… What a slut trying to get yourself off. You’re that horny for me?” Natasha said before pulling me off of her cock, holding my hair down to look up at her painfully by my hair. I groaned at the sudden movement, gasping as I could finally get some air.

“Fuck-” I coughed.

“I don’t remember telling you to do that.” She looked at me with a strict expression.

“S-sorry.” I got out as I tried to slow down my breathing.

She tugged my head back again, a wince falling from my lips. “You don’t do anything without my fucking permission, got it?”

I gave her a nod, my eyes wide as I looked at her angry face.

Her hand made sharp contact with my face, my head being forced to the side the most I could with her still having a grip on my hair. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes…”

She tapped my cheek lightly before letting go of me. “Good girl.”

She put her cock back into her underwear before pulling me up and dragging me to a desk. I stumbled before reaching out to steady myself on it, standing up to fix my stance. She pushed me around before lifting me up on the desk, immediately parting my legs so my skirt pooled around my waist.

“Of course you would have white panties. An innocent little princess like yourself needs to be pure and tidy, huh?” she talked while looking between my thighs. She crouched down onto the floor before moving my panties down my legs, stuffing them into her pocket. “I’m keeping those.”

She leaned forward and bit down on my thigh before licking up to my pussy. She moved my legs to lie over her shoulders while she held them down. Her tongue shot out and nudged my clit, a tiny sound was forced out of me before she did the movement again. She circled her tongue around the nub, teasing me slowly to make me break.

“Beg for it.” she said before brushing her lips against my clit.

“No…”

“No? So you don’t want me to eat you out?” she asked with fake innocence.

“Fuck, come on.” I groaned.

Her nails dug into my thighs as she tightened her grip. “Beg me for it and I’ll do it.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed, leaning back onto my palms behind me. “Fuck you.”

She gave a small shake of her head before humming. She let her spit drop down onto my clit and smirked as I let out a moan. “You’re fucking throbbing, just admit you want it and beg me.”

Another huff left me and I scrunched up my face. “Fine…please just do it already.”

“That’s the best you can do?” she raised her eyebrow.

“Fuck- just go down on me!” I whined. “I need it so fucking bad, just lick me, anything, litterally just do anyth- AH~”

My sentence was cut off as she wrapped her lips around my clit, sucking hard before licking. She flicked her tongue over and over again, not letting up once.

“Too much- fuck~”

“You asked for it.” she smirked against me before continuing.

My hips moved against her face, a feeling starting to build in my lower stomach. “K-keep going~”

She lightly bit me before moving down to my hole, slipping her tongue into me while bringing her thumb to my clit. “Knew you would taste good.”

I was moaning loudly, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth to avoid someone hearing us. “Shit-” came out as a muffled noise.

“Are you getting close?”

I nodded, bringing my hand to her hair to hold her against me. “Holy fuck!”

She suddenly stopped before standing up, moving her underwear down enough for her cock to pop out. She dragged me further to the end of the desk before thrusting her cock into me in one stroke. “Fuck yes!” she moaned out.

I gasped and had to hold myself up better to not fall back. “Oh god…”

“S-shit you’re fucking pulsing around me.” She held my thighs up before moving, bucking her hips to force her cock in and out of me.

“Oh- just like that~”

She was breathing hard, fucking me faster with each second passing. “See how much better you are when you don’t go all smart-mouth all the time?” My mouth was wide agape, silent moans spilling out but not heard.

She adjusted her hold on me so she could thrust better up into me, hitting all the right spots each time. “Such a fucking whore~” she moaned. “You needed some cock to fix your attitude, huh?”

My hand covered my mouth again to stop my moans. I bit down on it to not scream as she hit just right. “Fucking hell~”

“This is a fucking fantasy… fucking the school’s ‘good girl’ in a classroom. God, the fuck do you think is gonna happen when you wear that short ass skirt and those thigh high socks- begging to be fucked like the little slut that you are~”

“Oh god!” I let out a muffled moan.

She lifted up my blouse, pressing her palm down onto my stomach. “Look at that fucking bulge… can see how deep inside of that little pussy I am. How can you even take me that fucking deep…”

“Holy shit- fuck me just like that!” I squealed.

“Needy little girl.” she breathed out. “You’re just my fucking cum-slut. Gonna use you whenever I fucking want.”

“I’m gonna cum!”

She let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah? I’m making you cum, huh? The little whore is gonna cum all over my cock?”

I nodded quickly, my eyes shut tightly as I reached out to grab onto the side of the desk. “Fuck- fuck!”

“Fucking do it then.” she groaned.

I let out a scream-like moan and leaned forwards, gripping the desk so hard I was sure I could break it. I felt myself tighten up as I reached my orgasm, having experienced nothing as big as this one yet. I could feel my pussy pulsing hard, not even my vibrator could make me cum this hard.

I felt Natasha pull out of me, my eyes opening to see her fist her cock until she came onto my pussy. Her cum hit all over the insides of my thighs as well and I watched as it dripped onto the desk slowly.

We were both breathing hard and I looked at her as she stuffed her cock back into her pants before zipping them up. She grabbed her bag from the floor before turning around by the door, giving me a wink and a smirk. “That was fun, princess. You should probably fix that mess before getting to class. I know you have that test…good luck focusing after this.”

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Delusional

day 5: masquerade

Summary: First time visiting a masquerade ball.

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A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

"Are you enjoying the ball, lady?"

Y/n jumped, turning to find a handsome young man- she assumed he was handsome, considering half his face was covered by a mask- leaning against the wall.

"Um, yes, my lord. How about yourself, are you enjoying it?"

He grinned. "You could say that."

Y/n stared at him.

He stared back.

Y/n blinked.

He blinked back.

Y/n's mother had not warned her about how awkward small talk could get. She cursed inwardly, wondering what to say to break the silence when he spoke again.

"Is it your first time attending a party?"

Y/n sighed quietly, nodding as she felt her lashes brush against the mask she wore, a dark green satin with embroidered flowers and vines, pearls of different sizes woven into the soft material resting snugly on her features.

"Yes. my lord. Is it your first too?"

He pushed off from the wall. "Not really, no. Officially? Yes, its the fist time I'm attending a party."

"And how is that?"

"You see, no one really cares to see if the youngest son sleeps as instructed when an event takes place."

Y/n blinked, and then the realisation dawned upon her. "You- you're the high lord's youngest son!"

"Oh hush, be quiet. I had to shake off so many people and sneak around to get one breath of relief. You screaming will lure them back."

Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide.

She was talking to a possible heir of the spring court.

Oh mother, boil me.

Y/n could do nothing but watch as he glanced around, fixing his coat and then sighed. "So. This brings us back to the question I had in mind. Do you want to leave?"

Y/n did a double take, gaping. "I- leave?"

He flashed her a dashing smile. "Leave."

"I- I don't think that's a good idea my lord-"

"Don't worry, I wont bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."

The faelight glinted off his slightly sharp canine, and a shiver wound its way down Y/n's spine. "I..."

"Its nowhere far, despite what I wish. We'll just go into the gardens and talk. Better than laughing at the everyone's unfunny jokes, don't you think? And you don't have to reveal your identity either! Keep your mask on, and I will never know if you don't want me to."

Y/n nodded hesitantly, worrying her lower lip as she glanced around.

Just before she was about to turn back to the High lord's son, her eyes met her mothers, and instead of reprimand in her eyes, all she saw was stern encouragement as she nodded her head towards the door.

Swallowing, Y/n gestured at the male- what was his name again? Terrance? Thomas?- to lead the way.

"So, you are..." He glanced at her hopefully as he walked next to her through the empty hallways, and she stared back indifferently.

"Rose."

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. "That's not your real name, is it?"

Y/n simply hummed, looking away from him to take in the massive hallways, filled with unnecessary expensive items.

He laughed. "Stubborn. I like it."

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes, following him into the open air or the sweet smelling gardens.

The night passed quick as Y/n lost herself to the fragrance of roses and jasmine, and maybe also in the sound of his voice as it resonated deep in Y/n's being.

And maybe Y/n was mistaken, maybe she was delusional, but she could have sworn she saw him staring at her lips more than a couple of times.

She was just delusional.

Or was she?

The Mother was definitely laughing, knowing that son enough Y/n would be arranged to be married to him.

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[no-vibes-club]

𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Tears rolled down my face."I'm happy as.long as he's happy", I thought to myself as i wiped my tears. I had known Eren for as long as i can remember. I remember the first dy.we met in details.

I was sitting alone in the sandbox at the park trying to make a sandcastle. A shadow went over me and I looked.to see a boy about.my age but at least a year or two older. Next to him was another boy who just stood there glaring at me. Then with one big stomp, he ruined my sandcastle. I looked up at him with tears threatening to fall.

"Why . . . did you . . . do that?" I asked releasing the waterworks and he scoffed. "Get out of the sandbox! We always play here. Go find your own place!" he said as he creased his brows more. "But, the park is for everyone. Anyone can play here." I said and he was tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

"Leave her alone!" I turned around and saw a brown haired boy. I stood up and realized that i was a bit taller than the two boys and they twitched a bit. "She doesn't want you near her!" he shouted again coming closer, anger evident on his face. He stomped angrily and the boys left annoyed.

He turned to me, his eyes looking innocent. "Don't worry. They wont bother you as long as I'm here" he said with a big smile and i had noticed that i was also taller than him. "Thanks" I said in a hushed tone.

"My name is Eren Yeager. What's your name?" he asked me and i smiled. [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] [𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]". "You are now officially my beat friend" he said and held my hand in his as we ran around the park giggling and playing together.

Ever since then, Eren and I had become inseparable. Everyday after school, we would play together at the park. We played various games and always had so much fun. He would glare at other children if they even thought of playing with us which would scare them away. 

We then came to know that we lived a few houses away and had playdates on the weekend. For most of our lives we had watched the other grow.

"Ha! Ha! I'm finally taller than you [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]" he said as we walked down our middle school halls." That's because you're a boy! And boys have better growth spurts than most girls." I said adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "Can't you just let me breathe for once." he said and we both laughed. "Ok. You can rub it in my face" I said and a big smile crept on his features.

For the last year of middle school and while I was in junior high, most people thought that Eren and I were dating, but he always reassured them by saying " [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] and I ! No were just best friends" . And at some point along the line, it started to hurt. I didn't understand why and tried to brush it off, but everytime he said it, or i thought about it, my heart sank.

I started seeing Eren differently. I found his emerald eyes breathtakingly gorgeous, his smile was heartwarming and I just adored every little thing more than usual. In my eyes, he was perfect.

Everytime I spoke to him, my heart would beat rapidly since he was looking and listening to me so intently. Everytime he laughed, my stomach would flatter with butterflies. The way his hair swayed in the wind when we sat at the park felt like I was in a dream. The way his cheeks flushed when he'd get embarrassed, all these things were the reasons I fell for him and there was a lot more.

I tried to act normal around him. I spoke like we always did, hopefully not giving out any hints but deep down, I wished he could see through me, but he was clueless, so oblivious.

So to deliver some hints, I changed my handwriting a bit and started writing him notes. The first note, included an introduction of me as their '𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝔸𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕣'. The next ones were a bunch of lovely messages like "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖" or "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪" and sign off by either writing "𝕃𝕠𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖- 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝔸𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕣" or " ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕕𝕒𝕪!- 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦

♡＾▽＾♡ " 

"And the last letter I got from them was so sweet!" ,he was once again talking to me about.the notes he would receive everyday. A part of me was happy that he found the notes flattering but the other felt burt because he didn't know.

"And they decided to give me a small gift too. They made me a small box of chocolates. Look!" he brought the box up to my face and waved it a little. "They wrote that it was handmade and when I tried one, it was so good!" he said. "Try one!" he opened the box and ushered me to take one. "Sure!" I said and ate it.

The chocolate melted instantly on my tongue and in the centre, there was another flavour.

"Wow! I've never tasted anything like this!" I lied. "I know right! They're so talented! I wish I knew who they were" he said and I wanted to tell him right then and there that it was me, but I was afraid to get rejected, seeing as he saw 'them' as nothing more than a friend.

We continued highschool and since we were getting busier, the letters became less frequent. We got so busy since the finals were arriving to the point that I could no longer write the notes anymore and they stopped completely. Eren was a bit down that he could no longer receive them without even knowing their identities.

We.eventually graduated highschool and I still had not confessed to him. We had gotten into the universities of our dreams but sadly, we got into separate ones but he promised to call me everyday and he did.

On our first year, we talked over the phone through a video chat. Eren had started growing out his hair and would tie it into a man bun and it made him look more manlier especially since his jaw- line was more chiselled and he had a bigger fit physique. Adulthood sure changes someone, doesn't it? 

But on our second year, he called less. The voice calls turned into voice messages. The voice messages turned into text messages and soon, they vanished. I tried to get in touch but he wasn't available and soon enough, the phone number was not in use.

"Maybe, he's just busy."

I thought to myself but always had doubts. I thought of the worst case scenarios.

"What if he ghosted me because he doesn't like.me anymore or maybe . . . he has a girlfriend . . ."

The last thought made my heart sink. For an attractive person as Eren, it wouldn't be surprising if he had found someone, but it still hurt.

As the days went, a number started calling my phone but I thought it was one of the creepy guys hanging around campus so I never answered, even though I had hopes that it was Eren.

The summer holidays came by and I still didn't hear from him. That was until I got a message from the unknown number. Giving in, I read the message, and it was Eren! Happily I read the message and he explained that he had lost all his contacts when he lost his phone. He also said that he wanted to meet me in the park that afternoon. The park where we spent most of out time playing together. I agreed and headed out.

On the way, I told myself that today was the day. The day I would tell Eren I love him. I planned everything in my head and finally entered the park. I scanned the area from the entrance and spotted him sitting on the very same bench we used to sit on after school, but he wasn't alone. I couldn't recognize who they were sitting with and so I went closer.

As soon as he spotted me, he got up quickly on his feet and hugged me.[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]! I missed you so much! You've changed since I've last seen you!" he said then let go of me while still smiling widely. Someone came from behind Eren, and it was a girl. She had short dark hair and a pair of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. She was also quite tall.

"You must be [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]! My name is Mikasa Ackerman. Eren has told me so much about you" , I smiled hearing this. Shaking her hand, i asked, " Are you related to Levi Ackerman by any chance?". " Yes actually, he's my cousin. How do you know him?", she asked. "He's my professor" I said and she nodded.

"I called you here [𝐍���𝐦𝐞] mostly to tell you that I am sorry that I couldn't talk to you properly like I promised. It's just that things were piling up and I was a lot busier than I thought I would be" he said and I reassured him that it was okay.

"Another thing is that I wanted to introduce you to Mikasa. She's my girlfriend". He said snaking his arm over Mikasa's shoulder and I was shocked. My heart broke into a million pieces and I was rendered speechless. The worst case scenarios I thought of were true. Eren had already found someone else and it all made so much sense since she was so much prettier than me.

" C-Congra-Congratulations" I stammered trying to ignore the lump in my throat and the tears forming in my eyes. He just smiled and hugged me again. He was as oblivious as I remembered. " I'm happy to have such a supporting friend", he said pulling away and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Are you okay?" he asked worried. "No.No. I'm fine. I'm just emotional because I am really happy for you. You've really grown up" I said wiping the tear and he sighed in relief.

"Eren seems to like you a lot. I see why now. I really hope we could be great friends" she smiled brightly at me. " We wanted to invite you over for lunch. There are three other people I would like you to meet. We did drag you out into the unforgiving merciless summer sun so we would like to treat you. Do you wanna come? Its my treat" he said and I shook my head implying no.

"No thanks. I already ate before I came here. Enjoy your lunch. And tell the others that I would like to meet them another time" I said and waved them goodbye.

As soon as I turned around, tears fell down my cheeks. When I was sure I was out of their sight, I ran straight home trying to stop my tears but to no avail. As soon as I reached home, I threw myself onto the couch.

I knew I should have told him when I had the chance. It would have been me and him, childhood friends to lovers, but I was too late. I blamed myself for keeping it a secret all these years but there was nothing I could do now. I lied myself on the couch face down and cried myself to sleep.

Over the summer, Eren and his gang would invite me to wherever it was they were going to. He introduced me to Jean, Connie and Armin who were very nice. Once the summer ended, we exchanged numbers.

After a month and a half, Armin had enrolled into my university since he was switching courses. We were in the same classes and had gotten closer throughout the months we were together.

The December holidays had arrived and we were left with a two person project. As luck would have it, I was partnered with Armin. We decided to do the project at my place since I was living alone. While we had started working on the project, I noticed that Armin had something on his mind since he was oddly quiet and would space off often.

During one of our breaks, I decided to ask him what was bothering him. "Armin" I called. "Yeah" he responded. "You seem to be distracted. Do you mind sharing what it it?" I asked and he blinked before looking away in thought.

Once he gathered up all the courage to look at me, he asked "You love Eren don't you?". His question stunned me. "You love him . . . don't you?" he asked again and I only looked.down. " Why are you asking?" I asked and there was a moment of silence.

"I just want to be sure that my assumptions aren't wrong." he said and I looked up at him. "Yes, I do. I do love Eren" I said trying to control the lump in my throat. "But, how did you know?" I asked. "During the summer, I noticed how you would look at Eren with eyes filled with sadness with a hint of happiness. You're happy that he's happy with someone but you're sad that that someone isn't you", he explained and.i felt tears falling down my cheeks.

Armin panicked and started wiping my tears. " I know you've known him for a long time, and I understand your pain, but there's plenty of people out there who would happy to have you. You don't have to give up. Its too early for that. I'm sure Eren would be happy for you" he said and it made me feel a little better.

I wiped the remaining tears and hugged him. I was glad to let some of the weight in my chest let go after so long.

We were done with our project and we were able to hang out with the others. While Eren and Mikasa were talking and laughing,  Armin would cheer me up and take my mind of them since he was the only one who knew how I felt.

We would normally talk about books since it was the only thing we had much in common. Everyone was happy and everything was going great.

Years had passed and Eren,Mikasa,Jean and Connie were graduating. They invited Armin and I to their graduation ceremony and we accepted.

On thier graduation, we watched as each of them got onto the stage and receive their certificates. Each of them having unique entries.

They came to meet with us after grabbing their hats that they had previously thrown. Eren ran up to me and hugged me. "I did it [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]! I did it [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]!" he said tightening the hug. "Though I wish we would have done it together." he said letting go and taking a hold of my hands shocking me.

"Its okay Eren. At least you're done. Congratulations!" I said and he smiled brightly at me.

Mikasa came by and intertwined her arm in his making Eren let go of my hands. "Say [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] . . . You and Armin have been hanging around a lot lately. Are you dating by any chance?" she asked eyeing us both up and down.

There was a moment of silence before Armin spoke.[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] and I are not together. Two people can be around together without being considered a couple, Mikasa"

"Why don't we just go to celebrate" Connie said. "Besides, we haven't eaten anything since morning and I'm starving" Jean said. "Alright, lets go then. My treat. Think of it as my graduation gift to you" I said and Connie and Jean seemed to be overjoyed.

We arrived at a restaurant, and while everyone was deciding on what to order, Eren asked to me to talk at the garden.

We excused ourselves from the table and went outside. For some reason, he seemed nervous. "What's the matter Eren? why do you seem tense? Is something wrong?" I asked and he looked at me

"I need your advice [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]" he said. "Go on" I urged him to continue. "Well, I was planning to propose to Mikasa today, but I don't know if shell agree. So should I do it today or postpone it?" he asked and I could not believe what I heard.

"You want to propose to . . . Mikasa . . . " I whispered and he nodded his head. Eren wanted to marry Mikasa.

"[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]. Are you alright?" Eren asked snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah! Yeah! . . . I'm fine just a bit shocked, that's all" I reassured him.

"So, what do you suggest?" he asked. "Why don't you do it before we leave the restaurant. And don't worry, I'm sure shell accept" I said and he embraced me.

"You give such good advice [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]. I'm glad you're my friend" he said before we went back in the restaurant.

We had our dinner and talked about our future plans and laughed about silly things. After I payed the bill, I which everyone was thankful for, we headed out.

Just then, Eren called out to Mikasa, and as we all turned around, we saw him on one knee holding a small black velvet box in one hand. All the heads in the restaurant turned to their direction.

"Mikasa, we've been together for 3 years now. You were the first person to talk to me on campus. You always listened to me and hung around me even on the toughest of times. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" Eren asked and Mikasa covered her mouth with both her hands and cried "Yes! Yes Eren! I will!" and they kissed.

Everyone was applauding as he slid the ring on her finger. I was feeling numb. I couldn't cry at all.Eren was gone . . . forever.

Everyone was happy for them ever since then. They started planning their wedding involving me in every minor and major decision they made. From the cake to the venue to the wedding dress, they asked for my every opinion. It felt as if they were taunting me but I could do nothing.

The only person who kept me sane throughout all the shambles, was Armin.

When he saw how stressed I was, he would invite me to his place to watch a movie. He was very sweet and has helped me to focus more on other important things other than Eren.

After all the preparations were done, their now had to choose their brides maids and best men.

Eren had of course chosen Armin,Jean and Connie while Mikasa had chosen her other female friends.

Eren had tried to convince Mikasa to let me be one of her brides maids but she refused regardless off how much he pleaded. He only gave up when I had also refused.

I received their wedding invitation a week before and surprisingly, a gift from Eren.

I brought the package inside and when I opened it, there was fabric inside. I took it out and it was a blue sequenced dress that was a short high-low with lacy sleeves. There was something else inside. It was a black long box and inside it was a gold and silver necklace with my name on it and a letter was also inside written;

𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]

ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

-𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓

I took the dress and the necklace and locked it in my wardrobe. I felt happy that even though we hadn't seen each other lately, he still remembered me though . . . it wasn't exactly how I wanted to be remembered by him.

The week flew by and before I knew it, it was the morning of their wedding day. On Sunday 23rd of October. I got ready, took a shower, applied my makeup and did my hair.

I took the dress out along with the necklace. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about wearing it. If I showed up and didn't wear it, it would make Eren sad, and I didn't want him to have any negative emotions especially on his special day.

I got into my car and got to the venue where different people entered wearing designer clothing and had their hair done nicely. I took my purse and checked if I had everything I needed before heading fo the staircases.

The security outside authorized my invitation card and I was allowed in. I sat in the second row next to Professor Levi since we were close to the bride and groom.

"Why are you here?" he asked staring at me. "Oh! . . . I am Eren's best friend. We've known each other since we were 5" he nodded his head.

Just then Eren walked in wearing a stunning black suit that fit him so well and his hair was in a messy man bun with Jean,Armin and Connie following behind as his best men.

He made his way to the altar and stood there waiting. When he caught a glimpse of me he sent me a wave and a smile which I returned before he looked away.

" You two must be very close" Levi said and I looked down . "Very" I said.

We waited for about an hour and then the bride arrived. I looked at Eren who had a wide toothy grin plastered on his face. Mikasa was in a white wedding dress that hugged her up until her waist and just dripped down to puffiness. Her hair was done in a nice bun leaving some strands of hair on her face. She also wore a tiara like pin that held he veil while she was holding a bouquet of daffodils.

Everyone watched in awe and clapped while all I could do was stare. She was so pretty, no wonder Eren had chosen her.

She reached the altar with her brides maids on her side. They exchanged vows and placed the rings on each others fingers.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks without my permission. "I'm happy as long as he's happy" I said to myself as I wiped my tears.

"You may now kiss the bride" I heard and I stood up as everyone else cheered. I reached the door but before leaving I whispered.

"I love you Eren. I'm sorry I hadn't saud it earlier. But as of now, you wont reciprocate my feelings. I guess it will forever be a 

𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊"

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ǫᴏᴜᴛᴇᴠ ᴀᴄᴄ.:

#eren yeager #eren x you #armin arlert #armin x reader #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #jean kristen #connie springer

[v-anrouge]

UGIGIUGI APOLOGY POST (that doesn't actually apologize for shit lmfao)

this is hopefully the last post ill be making about this because finally she decided to do something other than ignore everything so i thought this is a good way to end the situation officially

so yeah fandom drama down below just scroll if u don't enjoy seeing things like this

i apologize for any english mistakes or any errors in this post my tumblr and keyboard are very silly goofers

let's start this off by saying that ugigiugi already started this shit wrong because she posted that apology while all sorts of contact anyone could have with her was cut down which means she doesn't actually care if she's forgiven or not she just wants to get away with her shit

now onto the screenshots

the apology post already starts off wrong cuz how the fuck do you apologize and then say the things you're apologizing for are only accusations like bro?? make this make sense and not only that but IMMEDIATELY after posting the apology she already started throwing excuses the

"I've seen worse" excuse DOES NOTHING, it doesn't fucking matter if you've seen worse that doesn't make it okay it never did its seriously hilarious to me how a person that is almost 30 really thought that this was an good thing to post on a post that was supposed to be apologizing for her MULTIPLE disgusting actions. also i don't fucking care if japanese "culture" is full of hentai girl you're Italian not japanese and this is happening in the fucking english fandom😭😭 and don't act like people don't criticize the multiple fucked up things about japan porn industry EVERYONE does, once again your attempt to excuse yourself makes absolutely no sense. stop fucking acting like this whole situation isn't people asking your ALMOST 30 ass to take accountability and fucking delete the art u made with the tweels because your oc is fucking 26 and the tweels are 17. if your art was in an aged up au things would've been very different but instead for some reason you thought it would be a good idea to age yourself down a few years, still keep it illegal, and make pedophilic porn between a 26 year old and 2/3 17 year olds, you're acting as if ppl calling u out were a little grouo that randomly decided to start attacking and harassing you for no reason when the reality is people just wanted for you to apologize for your mistakes but instead you kept avoiding the situation which made the whole thing get worse, the size of this mess is entirely YOUR fault because if you had apologized and moved on with your life people would've stayed quiet instead u decided to act like a oppressed victim being cyber bullied

once again you hit us with the failed attempts to excuse yourself, idk what goes on with people but the minute yall enter the internet u guys expect to get away with everything u do and the moment someone calls you out yall immediately start acting like you're getting harassed attacked hunted down being chased down the streets like bro no💀 idk if this is an america thing or what but i feel like some of you just completely forget the concept of "owning up to your mistakes and accepting getting called out because that is the way you learn and grow as person"

the second argument is also a fail because 1- that doesn't excuse shit 2- you could've aged them up.

the transphobia thingy i wont be commenting because me personally i gave never seen the screenshots of you being transphobic but what the fuck does yaoi have to do with it 💀

i also don't understand that politics part idk why it's being brought up idk what the fuck that anon is on but it's really fucking weird

the last part genuinely made me laugh because of how pathetic it is 😭😭 you're acting like you're being attacked unfairly by a bunch of 12 year olds for idk stealing a crayon when in reality you called poor people annoying and said that working to survive is embarassing and people that do so have no self respect, compared poor people TO SLAVES. copied MULTIPLE artists never gave credit WHATSOEVER and made pedophilic porn. second of all you DID NOT apologize 💀💀💀 this whole post is you trying to have a "gotcha" moment trying (and failing miserably) to come up with excuses to try an seem like a better person and you think you apologized cuz u started this joke of a post with "i apologized"

i don't think i need to repeat myself on how you're acting like the victims but it really shows the type of person you are when you actively ignore your mistakes try to delete evidence cut of all sorts of interaction with the ppl except those who are foolish enough to defend you and act like all of your actions weren't bad at all and you shouldn't be held accountable, you know what's childish ugigiugi? turning off asks, comments and reblogs so that you can finally escape the very valid claims with proof everyone has of you because you can't accept the fact that you are in fact a bad person, that's embarassing, you call us childish and say that ppl attacking you aren't mature yet you're almost 30 and running away from your mistakes crying and sobbing acting like the victim of the situation

1/10 apology - didn't actually apologize for shit brought up stupid arguments to try and excuse herself, gets a point simply because it was funny how bad this is

#tw ugigiugi

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 17: Some Folks Just Can’t Handle Spoilers

After catching up with her son, Carmen wrote a very lengthy letter to the Keeper of the Library, both advocating for Blendin as a parent and given explicit instructions to allow him to travel as soon as possible and may return “home” to her mansion any time he wishes. She sent the letter off with Blendin as he left for the day back to his dorm, packing along a duffel bag full of different food stuffs from Carmen’s travels. “If that Keeper has any issues with that letter, I will personally have words with him.” It felt weird sending her son back through the bathroom closet, hopefully he will pick a better door next time. At least they traded numbers so they can easily message or even call if need be, Carmen didn’t have to send the letters anymore, at least to Blendin. Until Adora, or Daring, returns her letters, she will stick with sending everything like she has been.

Later that evening, she gathered everyone around for a big pasta night. “So, as some of you may know, Blendin, my son, found his way over here to visit. Things got a bit dicey, and he’s a pretty shy kid. From what I’ve seen, he’s pretty sheltered from the outside world and only knows what the Library has told him. He knows we are basically criminals. He used the word Villain, and he’s not wrong. But Blendin did say he is still willing to try and accept us and is willing to meet you all personally at a later date.” She announced as she served the big bowl of linguine to be passed around. “He was pretty overwhelmed today just by meeting me, M and Wally. I don’t want to overload him so I think a good idea is a single day just to hang out and do a meet and greet with him, and explain what we each bring to the table.” Ninoga held up a massive basket of breadsticks, “Bring to the table? I brought the breadsticks from the Garden of Olives!” Wally high fived him, “Aww yes! Those are so addicting, I could eat a whole tray of them!” Carmen facepalmed and leaned over to Kiros, “Do other crime families have this issue?” Kiros laughed, “I’m sure they do. Thats why lots of super villains have henchmen as cannon fodder, they aren’t losing much on the intelligence front.” She frowned, “Yeah, I still dont like that method. But Ninoga and Wally, they are very smart in their own regard. They arent henchmen at all.. None of you are. I’m thankful that I can call you all family.” Kiros laughed and ruffled her hair a little, since he and all the other agents basically tower over her. “You gave us a place to call home and put up our feet, even if some of us still live elsewhere. We wouldn’t have it any other way.” She chuckled as she tried to fix her hair, “Is M still in the mech lab? He’s gonna miss out on the garlic pesto sauce..” Lekir finished chewing her Italian sausage, “Yeah, I saw him tinkering with something that looked like a janky pod or something. I just know 079 was assisting him with the teleportation engines that have been going wonky lately.”

Ninoga raised his fork, “After Siberia, where do you think we’re going to go?” Carmen shrugged and thought about it, “I would probably guess Hungary. But I wont be certain until after we get the chest open.”

Ninoga tilted his head, “Why are we going hungry? We have enough food, don’t we?? Who wants to be Hungry?” Carmen looked at him, putting her food filled fork down, “The Hungarians want to be, they’re quite proud of it.”

“Proud of being hungry??”

“Well, yeah. Why else would they be called Hungarians?”

“What if we give them Turkey?”

Carmen raised her eyebrow, “Give them Turkey?! What, like pick it up and drop it on them?”

“Well, I mean, as long as you don’t put it in grease…”

Carmen rubs her temples, “Ninoga.. sweetie.. are you talking food or countries because geographically you cannot fit Turkey into Greece!”

Ninoga huffs, “Then how else do people deep fry turkeys?!” Carmen stares at him for a good long minute before filling her wine glass, “I’m far too sober for this conversation…”

In the mech lab, M was on his back under a large red metal pod, tightening some bolts with a wrench, half his body sticking out of the side panel he was working on. He licked his fingers and tested some wires before twisting them with other wires, connecting them. He licked his lips and paused, making a bit of an eating motion with his jaw. “Hm. Theres a bit of frustration at dinner. Thats a handy snack… oh she paired it with wine. Must have been one of the two dumbasses.” He muttered to himself, smacking his lips. He wriggles out and sits up, looking at a control panel. He taps a few keys and watches the screen. The machine whirred and buzzed as the giant wall screen blipped, showing a rather pointy gray face with small round glasses and blonde/purple hair combed up into a curled men’s greaser style. The face looked around and looked down at the changeling, “Connection successful. At least this wasn’t a total disaster like your other attempts.” It’s voice somewhat low yet a bit nasally or rather pixelated. It had slight resemblance to an ai program in a parallel Earth’s show in the 1990’s about a human Carmen. This wasn’t as eccentric or excitable. If anything it’s personality more mirrored Marvin the robot from Hitchikers Guide by Douglas Adams, just without the existential dread. Overall the emotion it portrayed the most: boredom with a hint of inflated ego.

“I suppose you will want to do a test to see if it works. Of course you would.” M still sat on the floor with his arms on his knees, waving a wrench at the screen, “I can just as easy unplug ya, you fuckin gigabit. Then I wouldn’t have ta hear ya complain so fuckin much. When you were just text on a screen, I could ignore the snide remarks. Just be thankful I gave ya a fuckin voice and a mug to look at.” 079 rolled its eyes and sighed, “Yes I suppose I should be thankful for that. It only took you what? Nearly 20 years since you all brought me here? Bunch of imbeciles. Where is 682?” M got to his feet and dusted himself off and rolled his shoulder, popping the joint. “You know his name is Kiros, fuckin use it. Anyway, He’s having dinner with the other agents, unlike me and you, he actually needs fuckin physical food to stay active. He’ll see all this in your fuckin glory soon enough. Although theres gotta be something I can fuckin do to fix yer damn attitude. I didnt have ta give you this fuckin visual and audible upgrade. I sure as hell didnt see you come up with one yerself, fuckface.”

The ai pursed its lips and narrowed its eyes at M, who just glared back. “Please input the date you want to travel to into the console and pair it to your device.” M waved that wrench again threateningly as he punched in the numbers. “Dodging the subject, I fuckin see.. ok lets do something simple. Nothing too drastic, lemme do… roughly three years in the future, Times square. Nothin will probably happen between then and now.” He paired it with a bulky watch he had whipped up and stepped into the multifaceted pod, shutting the hatch. “Chronoskimming commencing in 3…2…1.. “ A flash of light lit up the hatch’s window and M had disappeared.

In Times Square, three years into the future, M appeared in an alley with a small flash. He was instantly greeted by rain falling and thoroughly soaking his leather coat. His attention was drawn by a crowd in the main street. He jogged over to see what was going on. There was a clearing within the crowd, surrounding two individuals… who looked very familiar. One person was lying on his back on the ground, propped up on his elbow holding up a hand in defense, looking like a very beaten up and angry Waldo. The other was not as recognizable, the red coat was definitely Carmen’s but the one wearing it looked like a white haired Carmen with advanced cybernetic limbs. She held a pistol aimed right at Waldo close range and had this sickeningly hateful look he had never seen before on her face. M took a step back, he couldn’t hear what was being said, but this couldn’t be the future. Carmen wasn’t going grey that fast and she wasn’t part robot. And it didnt make sense. This must have been an alternate universe where those two were enemies and not head over heels in love. He turned to head back down the alley when he heard gunshot go off. He whirled back around and simply saw alternate/future M holding Carmen who was laying on the ground, limp in his arms as Waldo ran away. There was a solid pit in his stomach as M raced back to the alley, frantically plugging in the date he left.

Upon return, he flung the hatch open, still soaked from the rain, panting. He had only been gone a few seconds, yet the scene he witnessed was at least fifteen minutes. “Where did you fucking send me?!” He asked 079. “Exactly where you asked. Why?” M pointed to the pod, “What the FUCK did I just witness?!” He breathed hard, whipping off his wet coat and throwing it to the floor. “I just saw my brother and Red in a fuckin shootout.” The computer hmmed and gave a gif of someone shrugging. “I cant see into the future so what you saw must have been spoilers.” M growled and dug his claws into the metal desk, “What fuckin universe because nothing fuckin matched up!” The ai scoffed, “You think I have the ability to travel between universes? If nothing matched up, then YOU must have calibrated something wrong and since that is not this world that you know of, I wouldn’t lose sleep over it.” M ran his fingers through his orange hair, calming down and nodding, “Yeh, maybe yer right… its not like them to be in that situation like that. Maybe I just need a rest.” 079 chirped up as M left the room, “I hear chocolate milk helps with time travel sickness!”

A few minutes pass before the mech lab door opens again with Carmen holding a plate of garlic pesto pasta. “M? How’s it coming along?” 079 responded and made Carmen nearly drop the dish, “The rude one left for his quarters, apparently. I would only assume he has his project working a bit too well for his liking… or dislike. I couldn’t tell. I just know he was very upset upon return. Although, with him, its hard to tell if he’s upset or that is his normal ornery personality.” The large head on the giant screen looked at Carmen, who had to set the plate down and had her hand over her chest, looking up in disbelief. “Madre Maria… 079? Is that you? Wow, M did a great job on you!” The ai did not look amused. “I suppose he did exceptionally well considering your species’ limited brainpower.” Carmen’s face fell a little, “Still a bit condescending but still something of an upgrade from just text.. I’ll take it.” She looked at the pod curiously, inspecting it. “So did he explain what exactly he was doing with this?” 079 sighed and flatly recalled, “This machine is currently Project Chronoskimmer, its main purpose is to travel not only to various destinations but to different time periods as well. Its currently paired with a wrist device but I’m sure it can pair with anything with the right technological advances. If you don’t like spoilers, I’d advise to avoid the future. The rude one apparently hates spoilers, just based on his test results when he tested the functionality. Where is 682?” Carmen looked up from the clawmarks in the metal desk, “Hm? Oh, Kiros is helping with washing the dishes. I can have him come in when he’s done if you would like.” The ai nodded, “That would be most ideal. Thank you.” Carmen took the plate and headed to the kitchen, tapping Kiros on the arm.

“079 wants to see you in the mech lab. M upgraded it to have a voice and face, just so you don’t have a jump-scare like I did.” Kiros chuckled and raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? I’ll have to see this for myself.” He wiped the last dish with the dishtowel and put it away, hanging the towel up on the hook before heading to the mech lab. Carmen set the pasta plate on the island and went searching for the plastic wrap or tupperware. Lekir leaned on the counter, “Why do you bother setting a plate for him, he almost never eats it.” Carmen shrugged, “I know he does occasionally eat for the fun of it. Besides, he seems to like garlic. So get this, you know how M was working on something to help us with transportation on heists? He made something 079 called a chronoskimmer. Its a freaking time machine!” Lekir scoffed, “Bug boy made a time machine? Please, I didnt think he could even make paper airplanes.” The mare shrugged and set the now wrapped plate in the fridge, “I dunno, with 079’s help, I think its possible. That ai knows a whole lot more than we do since we brought it back from the SCP Foundation.” Lekir crossed her arms, “I heard it got an upgrade too? Is it still an entitled asshole?” Carmen chuckled, “Yeah, still condescending but its easier to talk to now. I wonder if we could adjust the personality a bit but I don’t know if thats a computer issue or a sentience issue.”

She looked around and sat in the chair by the island. “Where did everyone go?” Lekir stretched and sighed, “Drake and Vasha went to go flying somewhere, possible bar hopping. Waldo and Ninoga are talking about food and countries named as food… still. And I think Asta went to the computer room to update her meteorology programs for the Siberia trip. You know where M and Kiros are so its just you and me.. alone with this whipped cream and strawberries.” The Vesk held up a bowl of berries and the aerosol can of whipped cream with a muzzle licking smirk. “I was thinking that for desert, we can have something special. I got these, and you already have the cake and juices… I’m thinking of making a Strawberry Shortmare~” Carmen chuckles, pulling her down to kiss her, “A short joke and a sexy time offer.. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #marehem #spoilers #chronoskimmer #scp 079

[shipperqueen93]

Twice Upon a Dream pt 2

Yes I know this chapter took forever to get out but I had motivation problems. Hopefully the next few chapters wont take as long. In the last chapter Ruby had a conversation with Mal about Belle and Gold. In this chapter Belle and Gold finally are forced to interact. Shout out to @ishtarelisheba for beta'ing this for me because I hate commas. Also to @ripperblackstaff for the original prompt.

Fingers raking through her hair, tugging and pulling her closer. Kisses that made her head fuzzy and knees weak. Her own hands fisted in his silk shirt and worked the tie knotted at his throat. The rasp of his stubble as he kissed along the length of her throat. Finally, she got his tie undone with a noise of triumph that brought forth a chuckle from Cameron. 

His voice was pure sin as whispered against her throat, “Eager, sweet Belle?” 

Belle. 

Belle. 

Belle!

“Belle!” 

Belle snapped out of her daydream as an ice cube pelted her in the forehead. Wiping the water from her eyes, she glared over at Emma, who just grinned back innocently and flicked the water from her hand at her. 

“Have a good dream?” Emma asked with a smirk. 

She and Emma had met up at their favorite coffee cart to wait for Ruby to get out of class. The three of them were supposed to head to Granny’s for dinner, but Ruby’s class was running late. The two of them had been chatting when Emma got a call and she stepped away. Alone, Belle’s thoughts had begun to drift, and like they had many times since her dream in the library,  her thoughts drifted back. 

“If you must know, I was thinking about the paper I have to write for Midas. It's due Monday and I’m only half done with it.” Belle lied through her teeth and, based on Emma’s expression, her friend knew it, too. 

Belle didn’t like lying, especially not to her friends, but she wasn’t going to admit that she was having yet another inappropriate dream about her professor. Emma was one of her closest friends, but that was something she was keeping to herself. She hadn’t even told Ruby about that night at the library. It was one thing to have a crush on a teacher. It was another thing completely to repeatedly envision said teacher fucking you seven ways from Sunday. 

Just thinking about her dream had her face heating, but thankfully, Emma’s phone gave a chirp, drawing the blonde’s attention. Emma was just as good as Ruby, if not better, at reading people and figuring out what was on their mind. She claimed that her superpower was that she could tell when someone was lying, so all the better that she was distracted and couldn’t call Belle out on her shit. 

While Emma tapped out a message to whoever had texted her, Belle glanced around the university grounds. Not far away, Ana and Will were sitting together, Ana’s head on his shoulder as she read some book. Out on the grass, Mulan was slowly going through some of her wushu forms as Aurora attempted to copy her, the two of them laughing as Aurora stumbled and fell flat on the ground. Over by the small fountain, Ariel -a classmate of Ruby’s- and a dark haired man Belle vaguely recalled seeing in the back of a few of her lit classes were awkwardly flirting. Everywhere she looked there were couples, or almost couples, just basking in each other's presence. Hell, going by the dopey smile Emma had worn earlier when her phone rang, Belle would bet that it had been from her own, secret , partner. A small, bitter, part of her now understood why villains in fairy tales wanted to destroy the happiness of the protagonistic couple. Her lack of a love life, combined with her new reoccurring daydreams, was making her as bitter as a lonely old spinster. 

When her own phone chimed, it was a welcome respite from the thoughts banging around in her head. Though it seemed the universe seemed fit to laugh at her as the object of her thoughts was brought to the forefront once more. 

Cameron’s name flashed across her phone screen along with his text message. “I must see you in my office. Immediately.” 

A puzzled frown crossed her face as she reread the message. Cameron had barely paid her any attention since she had returned, let alone texted her. The last text she had received from him was back during her illness, when she had reached out expressing her utter boredom, and he had replied back with a simple, “Get well.” She had excused it then, as she knew he was not fond of text messaging. She hadn’t put much stock in his quiet at the time, but given how things had changed between them since, she could view it in a different light. Which made his message all the more confusing. 

“Ruby said she’s on her way. She mentioned going to the Rabbit Hole tonight, and she wants to know if you are in.” Emma’s voice cut through her thoughts once more. It seemed the person she had been texting hadn’t been her own, not so secret lover, but instead Ruby. 

Gesturing vaguely to her phone, Belle shook her head. “Apparently Professor Gold needs to see me. I’ll have to meet up with you at Granny’s afterwards,” Belle stated as she started gathering her things. 

Emma raised an eyebrow but gave a shrug. “Tell the bastard hi from me.”

Belle rolled her eyes. She knew that Emma and Cameron had an interesting relationship, to say the least, but there was a mutual respect there. “I’m sure he’ll be so pleased.” 

Emma gave an amused huff but waved her away. 

The trip to Cameron’s office wasn’t long, and soon she was walking down the familiar hall. She passed Walter, one of the janitors, who gave her a sleepy wave and smile as he steered his floor scrubbing machine. When she got to Cameron’s office, she was surprised to see the door ajar, as he didn’t really keep an ‘open door’ policy. However, before she could question it much further, she heard his voice coming from down the hall in Mal’s office. Shaking her head, she let herself into the office. So much for needing to see her immediately. 

Given the new dynamic of their relationship, Belle hadn’t spent much time in the office since her return, but it was clear that not much had changed. Papers were still littered over his desk, books piled on every flat surface, a cup of cold tea sat next to the keyboard just waiting to be knocked over. Habit had her taking the cup and moving it to the other side of the desk, finger tracing the familiar chip. The first time she had seen him drinking from the cup after she had broken it, she had assumed he was mocking her, but over time, she realized it was more than that. Though Cam never explained exactly what it was, it was clear the cup held some special meaning to him. She had liked to believe it was because that moment was a change in how he saw her, but given their current relationship, she was no longer sure that was the case. 

“Miss French? What are you doing here?” Cam spoke from behind her.

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It had been a long day, and all Cameron Gold wanted to do was finish grading his papers and go home. He swore students got dumber each year - that could be the only excuse for the absolute drivel he was reading. To his great dismay, Gary Aston was taking his American Legal History class, and it was clear that lummox had used a thesaurus on every other word and hadn’t even bothered with spell check. 

Cameron had been on the second of three pages when Mal had asked for his help. More accurately, she had shouted his name down the hall they shared until he cursed and made his way to her office. She sat at her desk, reading through some papers, and he could tell by the look of her that she was pissed. He sat down in the chair across from her desk, resting his hands on the top of his cane. 

“What happened now, Mallory? Did Ingrid take the Espresso Swirl off the menu again?” Cameron asked, easily dodging the purple pen that was thrown his way. 

“Cameron, I swear to God, I am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit. Shut up,” Mal sniped back. 

She didn’t even look up at him as she reached the last page of the papers she was reading. Questioning why he put up with her antics, Cameron sat back and waited for her to get to the point of why she shouted him down. 

When she seemingly finished reading the papers, she cursed and tossed them at him. “Look at this! Regina has to be out of her mind if she thinks I’m signing this.”

Ah, it was contract time again. His own contract was relatively simple, due to his tenured status. However, Mal had not reached that status yet, and her contracts tended to have more variance year to year. 

Giving Mal a small smirk, he held the contract back to her, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his tone as he spoke. “Mal, you should be reviewing this with Ingrid, not me. Plus, what would Regina think?” He ducked as a highlighter flew at his head. “You’re lucky this is better than what I was reading before.”

He spent the next thirty minutes reviewing the minutiae of her contract, which honestly was a nice break from the eye bleeding essays he had been reading. If nothing else, bantering with Mal was a distraction from his thoughts. Thoughts of a certain brunette, blue-eyed Australian who was driving him crazy. 

Ever since that damned dream, he hadn’t had a moment of peace. Every time he closed his eyes, he relived it in all its vivid details. The taste of her, sweet as strawberries, how smooth her skin was, the little noises she made as she moved against him, how incredible she felt around him. All of it was driving him insane. And then he would remember that it was a dream, a highly inappropriate dream, and if Belle knew what thoughts he was having, she’d be horrified and disgusted by him. He was her professor, a mentor. At one point, he might have even considered them friends, but that was as far as it was supposed to go. There was no way she saw him as he saw her, and he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking that would change. 

So he stayed away from her, or at least maintained the same distance he did with all his graduate students under his advisement. He kept to his office hours, kept their meetings to their scheduled time frames, pretended he was busy when she would stop by. He even treated Jones to lunch once to escape her. He hated it. He was miserable, and according to Mal, he was being a right bastard. The worst part? It still didn’t help.

Every night, he was plagued by dreams of brown hair, blue eyes, and an accent he couldn’t get out of his mind. He would wake up achingly hard with the phantom scent of strawberries driving him insane. Even doing everything he could to minimize their contact during his waking hours did nothing to stop his fantasies from tormenting when he slept. In his dreams, Belle wanted him, she loved him, and was as eager for him as he was for her. Clearly, his brain hadn’t gotten the memo that he was supposed to be getting over this obsession. 

When he finished advising Mal - or rather, listening to her bitch about where Regina could shove her contract - he made the trek back to his office. Focusing his mind on getting through the rest of the essays he had been reviewing, he vaguely noticed Walter cursing at his floor scrubber as he passed by. When he got to his office, he was surprised to see the door open, but was shocked even more to find Belle French standing behind his desk, his chipped cup in her hands. 

For a moment, he thought mind was playing tricks on him and he was imagining her there, but when the vision of her didn’t disappear, he realized she was actually there. He took a step closer, expecting the tap of his cane to draw her attention, but she never looked up, giving him the opportunity to drink her in. She looked stunning, as usual, in a lacey cream blouse that was sheer enough to be tantalizing but not unprofessional, and one of those short, floaty, black skirts she loved that made his blood pressure rise. It was all tied together with a pair of her sky high heels that made her shapely legs look impossibly long. He did note that even with them she was still shorter than him, however. 

Belle wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his back, and he sank deeper into her sweet heaven. She was so tight and wet around him. Head thrown back in ecstasy as he slid in and out of her, swallowing down her cries as he rubbed small circles around her clit. 

The click of the door shutting behind him shook him out of his flashback of his dream, but Belle didn’t seem to notice, her finger still tracing over the chip in the cup. 

“Miss French? What are you doing here?” he spoke, watching as she jumped slightly at his voice. Tea splashed over the edge of the cup and splattered on the essays he had been reading earlier, an improvement to many of them. 

Belle cursed quietly and set the cup down. “Cam, you startled me.”

“Well, it is my office, dearie.” His tone was sharper than he intended, and he cursed himself for it, especially when he saw the way her expression closed off. 

Her usually expressive face was completely devoid of emotion. It was a look he knew well. He had perfected it over years of listening to excuses and going to boring meetings Regina insisted he attend. 

Belle set the cup down on the desk before walking around it to ‘her’ side and staring at him with crossed arms. “Very well, Professor Gold, what did you need me for?” she asked, her voice just as flat as her expression. 

“Cam, please!” Belle begged into his ear. The needy tone, and the way she bucked her hips against his, left no question of what she wanted.

It was on the tip of his tongue to list a number of things he needed her for, starting with her joining him for dinner tonight and ending with her screaming his name as he fucked her in his bed, but he didn’t think that was what she was referring to. Matter of fact, he hadn’t a clue what she was referring to. A quick mental check of his calendar assured him he hadn’t gotten his dates mixed up. They weren’t due for another meeting until the next week. 

“I’m sorry, Miss French, but you are going to have to clarify what you mean. I have no need for you,” Gold managed to get out even as his mind screamed that he was a liar. 

Belle’s mask dropped a bit as confusion seemed to roll over her. “You texted me. Told me you needed to see me, and I quote, ‘immediately.’ Sound familiar?” 

No, it didn’t. He hadn’t sent any messages. Belle knew better than anyone else he was not exactly a texter. “Miss French, I believe you are mistaken. Perhaps you mistook it for one of your little friends.” 

The annoyed look she sent him in response would have had most men stuttering out an apology, but he was not most men. Even still, he took the chance to slip into his chair and start looking over the essays from earlier - a great excuse to avoid her eye contact. He should have known it wouldn’t be so easy to escape this conversation, so he wasn’t entirely surprised when a phone was set down on the papers he was looking over. His own name stared back at him on her phone. He was choosing to ignore the little smiley faces next to his name because he was not in the right space to ponder over that, along with their text history. “I must see you in my office. Immediately.” Despite knowing he hadn’t sent any sort of text message, it was there clear as day. 

“Somehow I don’t think I mistook this, Professor Gold.” 

Opening up the top drawer of his desk, Cameron pulled out his phone and brought up his own messages. Sure enough, there was nothing there. He set the phone down next to Belle’s so she could read it. “As you can see, Miss French, I’ve sent you no messages. As it was, I was talking with Professor Drago when you received your message. I didn’t even have my phone on me.”

Belle’s face scrunched up in adorable confusion, and he could tell she was trying to figure out what happened before seemingly giving up. “Well, this was a waste of my time,” she groused as she grabbed her phone. 

The words were a shot to his heart. A waste of her time, that’s what seeing him had become to her. Like a wounded animal, he couldn't help but snipe back, “It’s been a pleasure for me, too, dearie. Why don’t you run along now, some of us have to actually work. We don’t get a month off because we caved to our hormones and made the wrong choice of hookups, dearie.” 

The words were off his tongue before he truly thought them through, and he immediately regretted them, especially when he saw the hurt alight in her eyes. “Belle, I-”

“Save it. I’m leaving before you can say something else monumentally stupid.” 

To anyone else, her voice may have sounded calm, but he could hear the slight tremor in it that belied her anger. She was stalking to the door before he could grab his cane. By the time he made it to his feet to go after her, she was at the door. He didn’t relish the idea of chasing her through the halls, but he’d do it to apologize or whatever it took to erase that hurt. Her name was on the tip of tongue again, ready to beg her to stop and listen, when she tried to open the door and it didn’t budge.

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“He’s an asshole.” A voice in Belle’s head screamed at Cameron’s cruel words. 

Bad choice of hookups. Had anyone else said such a thing, she’d have accused them of being jealous, but she knew Cameron. He wasn’t some childish schoolboy who got jealous over who she may, or may not, have possibly hooked up with. Given his treatment of her over the last few months, she was beginning to doubt if he cared about her at all. 

There were so many things she wanted to say in response to that piece of stupidity, but she was not going to let her anger do the talking. So she did what any reasonable person would do - run away. She heard Cameron get up to follow her, and for once, she was grateful for his bad ankle because she was sure she could outpace him. The universe, however, decided to laugh at her, because when she tried to push open the door, it wouldn’t open. She put her weight against the door, but even then, it barely cracked open.

“Professor Gold? Is that you?” a from outside the door questioned. The sentence was punctuated by stifled yawn, confirming the voice as Walter. 

She could feel Gold still looming over her shoulder, his gaze burning into her, but chose to ignore him. “Walter, it’s Belle. The door won't open. What’s happening?” she asked through the door. 

There was a small pause before Walter spoke again, a nervous tremor entering his voice. “Belle? Oh, no. Is, uhm, is Professor Gold in there too?”

“Well, it is my office, dearie,” Gold snarked from behind her. 

She was glad her back was turned to him because, even though she was still annoyed with him, she couldn’t help the small quirk of her lips. Mentally giving herself a shake, she focused on the problem at hand. “Yes, Walter, Professor Gold is here, too. What’s going on? Why won't the door open?”

“The floor scrubber broke down and it’s too heavy to move by myself. I’ve called for Marco to come take a look at this, but unfortunately it might be a while before he gets here,” Walter said, causing Belle to drop her head against the door with a sigh. 

“And, pray tell, dearie, how long is ‘a while’?” Gold asked. The annoyance was clear in his voice, though she wasn’t sure if it was at Walter for being the bearer of bad news, or the fact he was stuck here with her.

She could hear Walter stifle another yawn before he spoke, something that was definitely not helping his case with Gold. “Uh, an hour? Maybe two? Marco wasn’t clear.” 

There was a nervous tone to Walter's voice, which wasn’t unexpected for most people when giving bad news to Cameron. But hidden underneath that, there was something else, something Belle couldn’t quite place. 

“So let me get this straight. The two of us are stuck in here until Marco shows up and can hopefully fix your machine?” Gold asked, still a loitering presence behind her. 

“...Yes.” 

Belle could feel a headache coming on, and she was really regretting not going straight home after her last class. “Thank you, Walter. Let us know of any updates. Please?” 

When she got confirmation from Walter, she let the reality of the moment sink in. 

She was trapped in a room with Cameron Gold. 

For a second, her heart stuttered with thought of being trapped anywhere, her claustrophobia triggering, and she had to take several breaths to calm herself. She reminded herself that she had been in this room hundreds of times, that, even with the current chaos in their relationship, Cameron would never hurt her, and that it was just for a few hours. Still, it took a conscious effort to relax her body and keep the nervous tremors to just her hands. When she was sure she wasn’t going to freak out, she straightened up and turned to face her next issue. 

Cameron was closer than she expected, close enough she could smell his cologne. The scent of sandalwood transported her back to her dream from weeks ago, and now she was fighting back the flush that wanted to rise up. He was saying something to her, but she didn’t hear it - her brain was transposing the dream to reality. 

“You are full of surprises, dearie.” Lips crashing together, hands tugging at hair, desperate to be closer. 

Cameron tilted his head and said something to her again, concern flickering across his face. 

“Should I stop, Miss French?” Words spoken against the curve of her neck, seeking out the spots that made her cry out. 

A hand on her shoulder and more words spoken. 

“You left me for a month, and for that I’m going to make you scream, little Belle.” A promise spoken as he drove her closer to that edge but refused to let her reach. 

A month gone, a month without seeing him, a month without talking to each other. Concern in his eyes, a shake to her shoulder.

“Some of us have to actually work. We don’t get a month off because we made the wrong choice of hookups, dearie.” Anger in his voice, disdain dripping from his words. 

She stepped back from the hand on her shoulder, letting the dreams fall away and focusing on reality. What was said in her dreams were just that, dreams, but what Cameron had implied about her was real. Taking another step back, she hit the door, but there was now enough space between them that she could think straight, at least. 

Slowly, he pulled his hand back, settling both on the handle of his cane, adopting a blank face. “Belle, are you okay? You spaced off there for a second.” 

“I’m fine,” she lied. 

She wasn’t fine. She was far from fine at this point. She was annoyed by his earlier comment, the insinuation that came with it, and more annoyed because despite that, she still wanted him. 

“Miss French, I’m sor-” Gold started to apologize but Belle held up a hand to silence him. 

She wasn’t ready to hear his apology because she wanted to be mad at him. Because that was the correct response when someone suggests that you chose to sleep around rather than work or attend school. She knew herself, if he apologized she would forgive him, because she knew Cameron Gold. She knew that he hadn’t meant what he said, or what was implied by it. It was easier to not accept his apology, to ignore the regret in his eyes, and stay angry, because the other option was to accept the apology and know that the man she loved had said it. 

Stepping around him, she bypassed her usual seat and took up residence in one of the two comfortable leather chairs on the opposite end of the office from his desk. There was a small table set up between the two chairs. In the past, it was used when they decided to take their tea here rather than at his desk. Those were the times where they would get lost in discussion and Belle would realize she had spent hours here simply talking with him. 

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she pulled her laptop from her bag and set it up on the table. Since she was stuck here, she might as well get some work done. While she didn’t actually have a paper to write for Midas, she did have some research she wanted to get done before her next class. From the corner of her eye, she could see Gold still standing by the door, position unchanged, for a moment before he went to his desk. 

For the next hour, they both worked in silence, something familiar but new at the same time. She had spent many hours in this office in silence with Cameron in the past, her working on a paper or reading a book while he did his own work. In the past, though, it had always been a comfortable silence. This was a silence filled with words unspoken. 

She hated that their relationship had come to this, where they couldn’t even be in the same room without this awkwardness, but she didn’t know how to address it, either. How do you apologize for being a complete mess around your teacher because you can’t help picturing him bending you over his desk, without sounding like a complete creep? Yeah, she’d be keeping that particular apology to herself. 

At some point, Gold brought over a cup of tea, leaving it silently on the table before going back to his desk. When she took a sip, she was pleased to find it was the white tea she preferred instead of the oolong he usually made for himself. He had previously kept some on hand when she was a frequent visitor, and she was glad he hadn’t gone as far as to get rid of it because of their tiff. The fact it was made exactly to her taste wasn’t lost on her, either. The duality of man endured. 

Despite the tense atmosphere, Belle still managed to get a good amount of work done on her research. Trouble came when she needed to cite a specific point from a book she had read, but when she searched her bag, she realized she didn’t have the book on hand. She knew she could technically leave it and come back to it later, but she wanted to move on. Luckily, she knew that Gold had the same copy of the book as she did. After all, she had given it to him. The real trouble would be finding where he put it. 

She knew that there was a method to his madness, and while she probably knew his system better than most people, she hadn’t the slightest clue where he would have stashed it. Could she ask where it was? Absolutely. Was she going to? Well, that would ruin the quiet peace they had settled into and, if she really wanted to be honest with herself, she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to talk to him. She wasn’t upset anymore, but she also didn’t know what to make of his earlier statement. 

When she moved to the nearest bookshelf, she caught the slight movement of his head as he tracked her from the other side of the room. She moved shelf to shelf, fingers trailing over spines as she went. There were a few new books that had been added in her absence and she made note to look into them on her own time. 

As she got closer to his desk, Gold seemed to give up all pretense of whatever work he had been doing and was outright watching her. When she bent down to look at one of the lower shelves, she heard his slight intake. 

“What do you want, sweet Belle?”

“Miss French, what are you looking for?” Cameron’s voice sounded from behind her and she wasn’t sure if the strain in his voice was real or her mind playing tricks on her again. 

“A book,” she replied without looking back at him. 

“Yes, I gathered as much. Care to say which one?” Cameron asked. He was closer than before, and she knew if she looked over her shoulder, he’d be towering over her. 

Belle slowly stood back up and turned around. She had been right - he was closer than she expected, and even with her heels, he still had a couple inches on her. Meeting his eyes, she responded back simply, “No.”

Seeming to realize how close he was to her, Gold tried to step back but hit his desk and something flickered in his expression before smoothing out. When he spoke, his voice was calm as ever. “Really, Miss French?” 

Belle took another step closer - they were nearly chest to chest now - and raised an eyebrow in a challenge. “Really, Professor Gold.” 

It took all her will power to remain calm and collected, but this was just as much a test for her as it was for him. Cameron Gold thrived on making people uncomfortable with his presence. She wanted to see how he did on the other end of it. 

His eyes flickered to her lips. For one heart stopping second, she thought he might actually breach that distance between them like he did in her dreams. 

Then the second was over and the mask of Professor Cameron Gold slid back into place. “Really, dearie, your stubbornness is admirable, but I’d have thought you’d spend your time more wisely. You’ve lost enough of it already.”

“Really, dearie, I’d think you’d show some more commitment.”

“We don’t get a month off because we caved to our hormones and made the wrong choice of hookups, dearie.”

Dream and reality intertwined again, two Golds flashing through her mind, both wearing the same smug smile. That same implication being thrown at her. He was going to be the death of her. She didn’t know if she wanted to yell at him or strangle him. So she chose the third option. 

She kissed him.

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Being trapped in a room alone with Belle was a special kind of torture, so when that subtle hint of strawberries that he so heavily associated with her drifted to him, he couldn’t help but look up. With her back turned and attention diverted, he allowed himself the brief opportunity to look his fill of her. When she bent over to look at one of the lower shelves, he barely contained the gasp as her skirt was pulled taut, giving him a view of her rear end that would be playing in his dreams for many nights to come. She was going to be the death of him.

He forced himself to speak to her, telling himself that the sooner she found the book she was looking for, the sooner he regained his sanity. Her mere presence was setting him on edge. Like before, he hadn’t meant for his words to be so sharp, but her proximity was maddening. He hadn’t realized they were so close, just a few scant inches between them, until he tried to step back and came into contact with his desk. She wetted her lips, seemingly unconscious of motion, drawing his gaze to her mouth. 

She was just inches away from him, pink rosebud lips twisted up in a small smile. Dear God, she was going to kill him. “Do we have a deal, Cam? ”

He wasn’t even really sure of what he said to her - something snarky to push her away, he was sure. Her eyes sparkled with blue fire, her face flushed with anger, her hands twitching at her side like she was holding back from slapping him. She had never been so beautiful, and she was rightfully pissed off at him. So when she reached for him, he expected a slap. What he didn’t expect was to be pulled in by his suit jacket and to be kissed senseless. 

Senseless was the perfect word to describe him, because he wasn’t sure what was happening and how he’d ended up here. He had to be dreaming. He must have nodded off at his desk and this was just another dream where he’d wake up alone and unsatisfied. There was no way that this was real and Belle, beautiful, wonderful, Belle French was kissing him, but even though he knew it had to be a dream, he was weak. 

His hands sunk into her hair, holding on to her as tight as she held him, and caved to the pressure of her lips. He swallowed the little gasp she loosed when he nipped at her lower lip, then soothed the hurt over. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his own hair, as she pressed closer to him. The edge of his desk was digging into his back, but he ignored it. Even in his dreams, he never got tired of kissing her, the little noises she made when he deepened the kiss, the way she gripped at his hair sending little sparks of pleasure through him. He couldn’t get enough. He needed more. 

Cameron spun them around so that he could sit her on the desk, or at least he attempted to. Belle’s squeak of surprise was covered by his own gasp of pain as sharp pain shot through his bad ankle when he reversed their positions. As the joint threatened to give out on him, he found himself leaning against the desk, caging her in. Cursing himself, he let his head drop to crook of her neck, placing an open mouth kiss to the skin there. 

“Some dream,” he murmured against her. 

Belle’s hands, which had slipped under his suit jacket at some point, froze at the buttons of his waistcoat. “Dream?” 

Cameron hummed in assent against her throat, nipping at the skin there, determined to leave a mark. He protested when he felt her pushing at his chest, forcing him to take a step back. The action sent another twinge of pain through his ankle, and that combined with the confused look on Belle’s face finally had things sinking in. He had been dreaming of Belle for months now and never had his ankle ever caused him trouble. He’d had her six ways from Sunday, against every fixture in his office, and across his home, and not once had he felt the slightest twinge of pain. In his dreams, he was almost what she deserved, whole, unburdened by his defects. 

Shock transformed into dread as he took another step back from Belle. She was still looking at him with that look of confusion. “Sweetheart. Belle. Miss French!” He stumbled over his words, his normally golden tongue turned to lead. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You dreamt of me?” Belle asked, tracing the spot on her neck that he had nipped at. 

There was definitely going to be a mark. His previous desire to mark her had turned to guilt, which curdled in his stomach. Regina was finally going to get her excuse to get rid of him and he had no one to blame but himself. He had assaulted a student because he couldn’t differentiate between dream and reality.  

“Miss French. I offer no excuses for my behavior. It was uncalled for and inapp-”

“Did you dream of me?” Belle cut him off. The look of confusion had been replaced by something akin to shock. 

He could lie. He probably should lie. Claim insanity, lack of sleep, illness, anything to save his skin. But he couldn’t do that. He could deny her nothing, not even now when every word he said would damn him. “That I did does not excuse my actions.” Accepting his fate, he continued, “You do not need to trouble yourself, Miss French. I am going to go straight to Dean Mills -”

Belle cut him off once again, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Cameron loosed a humorless laugh. “Because, despite my actions tonight, I have no desire to lose my job.”

She paced past him towards where she had been sitting before, wrapping her arms around herself, looking almost fragile. “So you chose your job over me.”

“Over you? What do you…” He trailed off at the look on Belle’s face. Suddenly, things started to click in his head. Belle had kissed him. She had pulled closer. She had been the one who had been at work at his clothes. Yes, he had kissed her back, but she had initiated it. She hadn’t pulled away or tried to stop him. She had responded back enthusiastically. “You’re not upset?”

It was Belle’s turn huff out a laugh. “Oh, I’m upset. You wanted me, but rather than tell me and let me make a decision on it, you pushed me away. That’s why you did it, right? Why you’ve been pushing me away? Why you’ve been such a prick?”

“I couldn’t tell you! You’re a student, Belle! It’s inappropriate and nothing could ever come from it. Not to mention, there was never even the slightest indication that my thoughts, my feelings, would be reciprocated.”

Belle looked at him like she wanted to strangle him - a look he was more accustomed to seeing from Mal or Regina. “No indication? Cameron, I was here every single day. I spent hours with you here! You were the first person I came to when I thought I was going to have to leave school. Even Ruby figured it out! You’re taking the coward’s response, claiming that you didn’t know, that you feared for your job. It wasn’t that there were no indications, you just didn’t think I could want you.”

Years of practice keeping a neutral expression was the only thing preventing him from physically recoiling at her words. Because she was right. If he looked back on their relationship over the last few years, it really was obvious. Little touches and looks shared between them now had more meaning and depth. She was also right that instead of acknowledging what was now clear, he had run, because even with her own admittance of her feelings, he still found it hard to believe. It was much easier to believe that she could never want him.

“You didn’t say anything, either. Instead, you went away!” His words were harsh, an accusation more than a statement. 

Belle’s brows furrowed in confusion before understanding. “I didn’t ‘go away,’ I got sick!”

“Yes, I know. You were sick .” He watched the implication of his words hit her. She had gotten mono, and he knew how that was spread. She might have had feelings for him, but that hadn’t stopped her from kissing someone else. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Are you serious, Cameron?” She questioned him, her tone both annoyed and exasperated. “I’m not having a conversation like this. When you get your head out of your ass, we can talk.” She turned her back to him, crossing the distance to her chair and started gathering her stuff back in her bag. 

Anger sparked in him, anger based out of shame because she was right to dismiss him like this. He should let her try to leave and put this whole thing out of his mind, preferably utilizing the bottle of whiskey in the bottom drawer of his desk. He didn’t, though. He limped after her, crowding her space again. 

“Unfortunately for you, we are still stuck here together, dearie.” Cameron watched as Belle straightened at his words, her hands twitching at her side. 

“Don’t call me that, Cameron.” Her request was quiet, a change from their earlier raised voices. 

He smiled a shark's grin at her back, and like a shark, he could scent blood in the water. A good man wouldn’t go after a weakness like this, but he never claimed to be a good man. He was already crowding her space, but he leaned in even closer, to whisper in ear, “And why not, dearie?”

Belle spun around to face him, that blue fire from earlier sparking once more in her eyes. He wasn’t so blind that he couldn’t see the similarities to their encounter just minutes ago. Belle’s hands were clenched at her side, a slight tremor to them, but she looked at him like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to slap him or pull him close. The room was silent with only the sound of their breathing, each waiting for the other to break. In the end, he was the weak one, but then he always knew he was. All it took was her tongue coming out to wet her lips and he crumbled.

Cupping her face in his hands, he pulled her to him, eliminating the small distance between them, and kissed her hard. There was no hesitation in Belle’s response, her hands gripping his shoulders. The kiss was rough, a clashing of teeth and tongues. She sucked at his bottom lip, tugging at it with her teeth, drawing a low groan from him. The reality of kissing Belle was better than any dream he’d ever had. In his dreams, she always tasted of strawberries and sweetness, but kissing Belle now, he could taste the tea he had given her earlier, sweet but with an underlying astringent tartness that was uniquely Belle. 

She was the one who broke away first, kissing along his jaw, making his head drop back, her name released with moan. His hands came to grip her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her shirt had come untucked from her skirt and he traced the sliver of skin that had been revealed, feeling her shiver under his hands. 

She sucked at a spot just below his ear and, with her pressed up against him, he knew she could feel him hard against her belly. When she bit down at that same spot, he swore, and he felt her smile against him. When she started shoving at this suit jacket, he let her go long enough to shuck it off, and when she started on the buttons of his waistcoat, he removed it, too. 

With that barrier gone, he dipped his head to kiss her again, probing her mouth, finding again those spots that made her gasp and squirm against him. When he cupped her breasts, thumbs stroking over the material of her blouse and bra, her nails bit into him through the silk of his shirt. He wanted to feel them in his skin, scoring his back as he brought her pleasure again and again. He could feel the hardened points of her nipples through her shirt and it was too many layers for him.

He wanted to feel her skin against his. 

He went to work at the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse but found himself fumbling as Belle ducked her head to kiss the dip of his collar bone, teeth tugging at the skin. He wasn’t sure when she had gotten rid of his tie or undone the first few buttons of his shirt, but he couldn't find it in him to care. When she nipped at him at the same time as she scraped her nails over his nipples, he damn near lost his mind. 

Gripping her blouse on either side, he ripped it open, buttons popping off and skittering across the floor, drawing a surprised squeak from Belle as he pushed it from her shoulders. Underneath, she was wearing a dark blue lace bra, a delicious contrast to her pale skin, and for a moment, he was speechless as he took in the sight of her. Her hair was mussed by his hands, her lips shiny and swollen from his kisses. The mark he left on her neck was darkening to a bruise that anyone would be able to see, and her breasts, pushed up by her bra, were the perfect size for his hands. She was perfect. He traced a finger along the cup of her bra, just barely letting his nail scrape across skin that was as soft as silk.

“So damn gorgeous.” Bending his head, he ran the flat of his tongue over her nipple through the lace of her bra, murmuring against her skin, “God, I want you. I want you so much. I want to feel you around my fingers, I want to taste you on my tongue, I want to feel the way you grip my cock as I slide deep into you. I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come again and again.” 

He could feel Belle’s breath hitch in her chest at his words, her hands gripping his shoulders. There was a slight tremor to her hands and he pulled back to look at her. “Tell me to stop, Belle. Tell me to stop and we can forget this ever happened. I’ll go to Dean Mills. I’ll quit and you won't have to see me. Tell me to stop and I’ll never bother you again. Tell me to stop.”

Belle stared at him, and for a second he thought she was going to do it, but then she was pushing him back until his legs hit the chair she had been sitting in earlier. He fell into the chair and watched in awe as Belle shucked off her shirt and bra before climbing into his lap. God, she was going to be the death of him.

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Belle knew this wasn’t a good idea, but she couldn’t care at the moment. She didn’t know what she had expected when she had kissed Cameron, but ending up topless and in his lap with his confession that he wanted her still ringing in her ears had not been it. The fact that he had purposely pushed her away because of those feelings and his comment about her ‘going away’ infuriated her, but she wasn’t focusing on that. She’d be mad at him later. 

Cameron’s hands bracketed her waist before tracing up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. He looked at her with a wicked glint in his eye before bending his head to kiss his way down her chest. When he reached her nipple, he used his tongue to trace around the hardened bud before sucking at it. Her hands found their way into his hair again. It was even softer than she had imagined, holding his head to her breast. The combination of the wet heat of his mouth and his fingers mimicking the motion on her other breast had her mind going fuzzy. When he used his teeth to tug at her nipple, she had to bite her lip to silence the moan that burst forth. 

Using her grip on his hair, she drew his mouth back to hers, parting his lips and sliding in to taste him. God, the man could kiss, and the brief thought of what else he could do with that tongue had her arousal skyrocketing. She pulled away and his eyes met hers, his pupils blown wide with lust. 

She kissed her way down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling his pulse pound beneath her lips and tongue. When she bit down lightly at the juncture of his neck, his head fell back against the chair and his hands gripped her thighs. She ran her tongue over the bite, tempted to leave a mark to match the one he had given her, but decided against it. 

She nipped at the triangle of skin she had uncovered earlier, enjoying the rumbling groan he loosed. She worked on unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more of that smooth, tanned skin, exploring the contours of his chest with lips and tongue. When she scraped her teeth over his nipple, payback for his own actions, he hissed and his grip tightened on her thighs. She was definitely going to have bruises tomorrow, but at the moment, she didn't care. She wanted to see him lose the composure he held so tightly to. 

Belle swirled her tongue around the bud at the same time as she started rocking her hips against him. She could feel him hard and thick beneath her, and when she rubbed herself against him, he groaned out her name. Even through the layers of their clothes, she could feel the heat of him, and she ached for him to be inside of her. She had been keyed up from the first kiss and she knew she was making a mess of his pants and, if she was honest, she liked the thought of it. 

She kept up the slow rock of her hips against his as she trailed kisses up his chest and neck. The roughness of his pants combined with how wet she was provided a delicious friction that was driving her closer and closer to that peak. Each movement of her hips forced the hard length of him bumping against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her.  

Cameron was practically panting beneath her, head thrown back against chair and watching her through heavy lidded eyes. His hands moved slowly along her thighs. His fingers teased just under the hem of her skirt where it had risen up on her thighs when she straddled him. She knew the light teasing touch was his own way of torturing her, and damn if it wasn’t working. He was so close to where she wanted him, but he refused to take that final step. When his thumbs brushed over her inner thighs, just inches from where she was wet and aching, it was her time to suck in a gasp. She knew he could feel how wet she was, but still he didn’t press forward. He was going to be the death of her. The bastard. 

Well, two could play that game. 

Belle placed an open mouth kiss just below his ear at the same time she ground down on him. The noise he let out sounded suspiciously like a whimper. 

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me”

She smiled and nipped at the same spot, drawing out another whimper. When she spoke, she let her lips brush against the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder beneath her. “Is this what you dreamt of, Cameron? Fucking me right here in your office?”

“Belle, please.”

Belle was always going to remember this moment, the illustrious Cameron Gold completely at her mercy. At her mercy and begging, begging for her put him out of his misery. But she wasn’t quite done yet. She nipped at his earlobe, drawing another groan from him. 

“I dreamt of you, too. I’ve dreamt of you bending me over your desk and fucking me til I screamed your name. I’ve dreamt of getting on my knees and taking you in my mouth until you explode. I’ve spent so many nights aching for your touch, left with nothing but the empty satisfaction of my own fingers.” 

She felt Cameron’s thumb just barely brush the lace edge of her panties and she knew she had him. She placed a kiss to that spot right under his ear again as she took his hand and brought him fully between her legs. “Don’t make me suffer that again.” 

Like when she kissed him before, there was only a moment of hesitation before he broke. His fingers pushed aside the silk and finally he was touching her. Dear God, he was going to be the death of her.

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He was touching her. Belle French was in his lap and was begging for him to touch her. He was a weak man. A better man would have stopped this before they had gotten to this point, but he had never claimed to be a good man. So when she brought his hand between her legs, he didn’t hesitate to push the soaked material of her panties and touch the slick flesh beneath. She was incredibly soft and wet and made the most delicious little noises as he stroked through her folds. He wanted to memorize every noise and shudder as he learned how to drive her insane. 

When he pushed a finger into her, they both released a loud groan at the feeling. She was so fucking tight and wet, feeling like wet silk gripping him, and he could only imagine how she’d feel wrapped around his cock as he fucked her. When he added a second finger, Belle let out a cry loud enough to remind him that while they were essentially locked in, his office was in no way soundproof, and it would not be hard to figure out exactly what was happening in here. 

Capturing her mouth, he swallowed down her cries as he curled his fingers inside her and used his thumb to circle the hard bud of her clit. His tongue stroked over hers, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her close as she started to work herself on his hand. He could tell she was getting close, sweat beading on her upper lip and the muscles of her thighs twitching as she rocked against him. He needed to see her come, needed to see her reach that pinnacle of pleasure and know it was because of him. He cupped her breast, plucking at her nipple in time with the rhythm of fingers. 

Belle came with a muffled cry, her teeth sinking into his lip, her juices soaking his fingers as he kept his fingers moving, drawing out her pleasure. She broke the kiss as she gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm and chest heaving invitingly. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her slick heat, holding her gaze as he slid both into his mouth. God, she tasted delicious. He wanted more of her, he wanted to spread her out on his dining room table and feast on her. Drink her down until her voice was hoarse from screaming his name. He was addicted to her and was happy to drown in her. 

Gold was painfully hard at this point and ached to be inside her. Belle must have felt the same way, because after only a moment to breathe, both of them were scrambling to get his belt and pants undone. No sooner did Belle get the zipper down than she reached in and released his cock. The first touch of her hand on him had him throwing his head back with a garbled groan. He watched from hooded eyes as she started stroking him base to tip, and it took all his willpower to not spill himself in her hand like some green youth. 

“Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, we’re both going to be disappointed.”

The small quirk of Belle’s mouth was all the warning he got before she swept her thumb over the head of him, spreading the bead of moisture she found there. 

“Minx!” he growled, grabbing her around the waist to pull her in for another kiss. The result ended up putting her heat in direct contact with his cock, and the kiss turned into a groan from both of them. 

“Belle, please. I need to feel you. Please, sweetheart.” Cameron Gold was a proud man, he had fought his way up from the bottom, never asking for anything, taking what he had earned. Then in came Belle French and he was reduced to begging for her touch, and yet he didn’t regret a single thing beyond the fact it took so long for them to get here. 

Belle leaned over the edge of the chair for a moment, giving him a lovely view of her rear end, coming back up holding a condom between her fingers. There was a flash of a prickly feeling that could only be categorized as jealousy as he wondered who she had originally planned to use it with. He wondered if it was the same person who gave her mono, but before he could say something stupid, Belle was rolling the condom over him and all thoughts beyond needing to be in her left his mind. She was going to be the death of him.

Had someone told her this morning that she’d be straddling her professor, his cock in her hand, after the best orgasm she’d ever had, Belle would have called them insane. Then she’d have made sure that her dream journal hadn’t been found. But as she rose above him, running the head of him through her folds, she couldn’t help thinking this is exactly where they were meant to be. Cameron was looking up at her, his face a picture of pure adoration, and damn if that didn’t make her feel powerful. 

With him poised at her entrance, she hesitated for just a second. “There’s no going back from this, Cameron.”

Things were irrevocably changed for them regardless at this point, but if they broke past this final hurdle, things could never go back to where they were. She had claimed earlier he had chosen his job and his position over a chance of happiness with her, and she was offering him the chance now to choose what he really wanted. If he told her to leave, she would be heartbroken, but she would leave and never bother him again. If he told her to stay, she didn’t know what the future would have in store for them, but they would face it together, at least. 

Cameron’s hands had returned to her thighs, and from the way he gripped her, she knew it was taking all his power to not thrust up into her. “Please, Belle.” His voice had deepened to the rough burr she had imagined in her dreams so many times. 

“I need you to say it, Cameron. I need you to say it so I know this is happening. I need to know this is real and I’m not going to wake up alone again.”

Something flashed in his eyes for a second, but it was gone again in a blink. His hands moved from her hips to cup her face, the scent of her arousal still lingering on his fingers. He pressed a kiss to her lips that was so gentle in comparison to the words he uttered next. “I want to fuck you, Belle. I want to fuck you so much it hurts. I want you hard and fast, and I want to take my time with you until you are begging for release. I want to leave you sated and sore, so that you remember me with every step you take. I want you every single way I can have you, but most of all? I just want you.”

Cam’s words washed over her, and with a smile, she sank down on him. She gasped and he swore at the first feel of him pressing into her. She told herself not to rush it, to take her time, because she didn’t know what the future held in store for them and she wanted this to last. That thought went out the door the second he was fully sheathed in her. The feel of him, hard and thick in her felt amazing, and she wondered how in the hell they had gone three years without this.

Belle rocked against him, enjoying the way he cursed and gripped her hips, drawing her back down onto him again. His hips thrust up to meet hers, and soon the room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin and their stifled moans. 

She truly meant to go slow, to draw it out until they were both aching for release, but then Cameron hooked his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. The change of angle had him hitting some place inside her that made her see stars. He felt so fucking good inside her, the combination of the thick, hard length of him and the friction from the coarse hair of his groin against her clit as she ground down against him had quickly had her climax approaching.

“Cam…” Belle didn’t know what she was begging for, but he seemed to understand her, regardless. The hand not around her came back to her breast, cupping and squeezing her, while his mouth sought her again. Her own hands clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into the skin as she used him for leverage. 

Too soon, she felt that familiar rising ecstasy, and she could tell Cameron was close, too, his cock growing harder within her. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths coming in gasps and pants. Cam kissed along her chest and up her neck, nipping at the mark he had made, her name a muffled mantra as he thrust up into her. She was so close and she wanted to let go, to tip over that knife point of pleasure and bring him with her.

“Come for me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful when you come. Come for me, Belle. Let me feel you come around my cock.” Cam’s voice was pure sin, straight from her dreams, his thickened accent making his words come out as a near growl. The words spoken in her ear, lips teasing the shell of her ear, in combination with his hand and hips moving in tandem were just what was needed to push her over the edge. 

She bit down on the juncture of Cameron’s neck and shoulder to muffle her cry as she came. Cameron’s answering curse was not nearly as silent as she felt him pulsing inside her as he found his own release. 

Belle’s head dropped to Cam’s shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She felt Cam kiss her head and she smiled against him. This was definitely not what she had expected from this meeting, but she wasn’t going to complain. Maybe now things could finally go back to normal.

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Cameron Gold was sure he was dreaming, because he had a lapful of Belle French, who had admitted she had wanted him. He knew there were things they needed to talk about, but all he could focus on was the soft press of her body against his. She was snuggled into his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her head. He breathed in the scent of her, that ever present scent of strawberries now mixed with the scent of his cologne. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. 

Reality apparently had a different plan, however. 

Belle pulled back so she could look at him and gave him a small smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he repeated back. He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over the silky smooth skin, pulling her down to brush his lips again against hers. 

“Professor Gold, I’ve got the machine working. You should be free in just a moment!” The heavy Italian accent of Marco Albero, the college’s head of maintenance, was like a bucket of cold water over him. The sound of movement on the other side of the door was an extra shot of ice down his spine. 

Belle pulled back with a surprised squeak and quickly scrambled out of his lap, and he had just enough sense of mind to hold the base of the condom as he slipped from her. Belle was a flurry of motion, smoothing down her skirt and righting her bra before he had truly processed what was happening. 

Gold knew that if the door was opened and anyone saw their disheveled forms, they could both be in trouble. There was no way anyone could look at him sitting there, shirt undone and cock out, and then at Belle, shirtless and covered in marks from his hands and mouth, and not infer what had happened here. 

Logically, he knew that if found out, there could be severe repercussions for both of them. He was not only her teacher but technically her boss, too. Regina hated him enough as it was. This would be all the ammunition she needed to finally send him packing. Not to mention what it would do to Belle’s academic career. He knew this all logically. However, all he could see was the fear on Belle’s face at the thought of being caught with him. 

“Get dressed! They can’t see us like this!” Belle hissed at him as she picked up her shirt from where he had tossed it to the floor. 

Fifty years of self loathing came whispering in his ear. She was embarrassed to be seen with him. Desiring someone was one thing, wanting to be with them was another. Anger and shame roiled in his gut, banishing all traces of the happiness he was feeling before. 

He righted his pants, tucking himself away and limping over to the trash can to dispose of the condom. Belle was looking at her shirt, but the majority of the buttons were scattered across his floor. He took up his cane from where he had set it before this had all gone down and went to the wooden storage cabinet. He kept a spare shirt and suit pants inside, and he took out the shirt and tossed it to Belle. 

“Here. To cover your shame.” His words came out icy and sharp, drawing a glare from Belle. 

“And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Belle pulled the shirt on, only buttoning it halfway down before tying the ends in a knot, baring a small slice of her midriff. The dark blue of the shirt gave her pale skin an almost luminous glow. 

Gold refused to meet her eyes, another act of cowardice on his part, and focused on buttoning up his own shirt. “Well, you’ve had your fun. You can run along home to whoever it is that keeps you warm at night. I trust you’ll want to keep your indiscretion quiet, after all”

Belle took a step back like he had struck her, and his stomach churned at the hurt look that crossed her face before it was replaced with fury. “Are you serious, Cameron?”

“Don’t worry, dearie, you won't have to worry about any more absences due to me. But maybe given your own history, perhaps I should be the one concerned.” He gave her a cold look, putting as much venom as he could into it. “Should I perhaps get tested?”

He was angry, he was hurt, but mostly he felt used. He had never expected her to want him, but when she had kissed him he briefly thought she did. For a brief moment, he thought she had felt the same way he did. But it seemed he was no more than a way to scratch an itch. So he did what he always did, he lashed out. Pushing away those he loved. 

Belle was shaking with anger and a tiny part of him was glad. “You are a bastard.”

“I never claimed to be otherwise, dearie,” he hissed back at her. 

The air was thick with tension, both of them glaring at each other. He could see Belle’s clenching and unclenching her hands and he wondered if she was going to slap him. He’d deserve it for sure. Both of them waited for the other to say something else, to completely shatter what was left of this relationship. 

“There we go! All fixed.” Marco’s voice shattered the silence as the office door swung open. 

There was a moment of awkward silence as he seemed to pick up the tension between them, but then Belle spun on her heel and flashed him one of her winning smiles. 

“Thank you so much, Marco!” She went over and kissed the older man on his whiskery cheek, causing him to blush. “You’re just in time. I have got a date to get to.”

Gold gripped the cane hard enough that his knuckles turned white but managed to keep a neutral face. “Well, we’d hate for you to be late, Miss French. Please run along.”

Belle gave him one more hard look before she flounced out of the room. Marco mumbled something about the boiler room and quickly scuttled away, leaving Gold alone once more. 

Once he could no longer hear Marco’s steady footsteps, he went over to where Belle had dropped her shirt when she had put on his. The ivory lace was soft to his touch, but not nearly as soft as her skin had felt under his hands and lips. He sat back at his desk, tracing the delicate lace patterns with his finger. He thought about throwing it away. He was going to have to dispose of his trash before the cleaning crew came through, anyway. Instead, he unlocked the bottom left drawer of his desk. Carefully, he folded the shirt with all the care he could and tucked it into the back of the drawer next to a picture of a teenage boy with floofy brown hair and bright eyes. 

Locking the drawer once more, Cameron Gold sighed and rubbed at his temples. Belle French was a beautiful flicker of light in his life of darkness. Letting her go like this, pushing her away, was the best for her. Still, he knew one thing for certain. 

Belle French would be the death of him. 

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle

[littleequinn]

Chapter 5

After talking with Bruce I decided I wanted to go try and find everyone else. Hopefully we would still get along even though I wasn't feeling young. Eventually I found them in the kitchen making breakfeast. Tim was flipping eggs, Dick was getting drinks for everyone and Barb was setting the table. 'Alfred must not be feeling well' I thought.

"There she is! Good morning sunshine" Tim waved at me

I waved and smiled a bit averting my gaze

"Not that talkative when you're not in little space huh?" Barbara laughed.

"I was threatened with my life if I spoke what do you expect"

That must have came off rude because they seemed suprised that I said that. I mean it was the truth i'm not gonna sugar coat it. Being little was so much more easier than being big. At least I didn't really have to communicate.

"Anyways, Bruce said that you guys need to help me with my powers and stuff so when can we start?"

"After breakfast, do you like eggs? If not I can make something else"

"I like eggs just fine thanks Tim"

"No problem kiddo"

When Tim gave me my eggs I started eating really fast, afraid that this was the last meal I was ever gonna have.

"Its not going anywhere kid slow down" Dick laughed

After I finished I was a bit embarrassed. Its just that they didn't feed me a lot in that cell. I'm just scared that any minute now they'll bust through that door and take me away. To the dark place. He left me in pitch darkness until he came down to play with me some more. So when the light came on I knew things were gonna get bad.

"Sweetie are you okay? You're spacing out" Barbara asked and reached her hand out to touch me. I flinched and my eyes must have turned blue because everyone looked a bit scared.

"I'm okay"

Nobody looked convinced but they let it go.

They took me outside where there was a hug pool. It even had a waterfall which I thought was really cool. Geesh this guy was rich rich. Barb wanted to review what I could do with my powers. So I walked on the water, breathed underwater, and moved the water with my mind.

"Nice job, but now lets try to do some attacks. Do you think yoy can do that"

My mind went back to slicing those guys in half and suffocating the madman. What if I accidently hurt them?

"I don't wanna hurt you guys. Last time I used my powers I killed people" I shuttered and started crying. Those little feelings were coming back. But I need to be big. When I figure out my powers then I can regress. Have to be stronger.

"Kid we promise you wont hurt us now just show us what you can do" Tim encouraged

First thing I tried to do was the water strikes again. Tim and Dick dodged it easily. Suprisingly when it made impact with the manor it didn't damage it just left wet marks.

We all trained for a couple more hours so I could figure out new attacks and how to use them. Still wasn't able to hit them at all so that sucked but I'm a little grateful just incase I accidently hurt them.

More attacks I could do was

1. Slam the ground and make water come out

2. Launch a water ball that trapped them in a water bubble for 10 seconds. (I missed the attack on Dick and hit a nearby chair

3. Control the water and make it attack for me

I'm so tired from all of this. All I wanna do is find papa and have him hold me. Barb must see me getting sad because she comes over to me and takes a pacifier out of her bag and gives it to me.

"You've had a long day haven't you little bat. How about we go find Bruce and he can take a nap with you"

I tiredly nodded my head and held my arms out for Dick to carry me. He took me in his arms quickly and started teasing me

"Why are you so tired baby? You didn't even hit us" He laughed

I babbled in annoyance and hit his back obviously not hurting him with how weak I was. By the time we made it to my nursery I was already half asleep. Bruce thanked them all for training me while he put me on the large changing table taking off my clothes. For some reason Perse didn't care about Bruce seeing her in her underwear and bra. She knew he wasn't going to judge her body or do anything to her. He just wanted to get her comfortable. Bruce put Perse in her crib and covered her up in the soft pink blanket. Perse started to cry reaching up at her caregiver not wanting him to leave her alone

"Baby I'm right here I'm not going anywhere"

Perse still continued to cry out wanting to cuddle with him while she fell asleep.

"Do you want me to hold you? Is that it pumpkin?"

She nodded and stopped crying. Bruce chuckled and took her out of the crib and went into his own room where he layed Perse down and layed next to her where she quickly fell asleep.

(Meanwhile)

Jason has been getting tortured for 6 months by that sick clown. He didn't lose hope that Batman was gonna save him not knowing that he wasn't coming. Nobody was coming. Joker was going on about how they should team up and wreak havick on the innocent. Jason was tuning him out until Joker said something that made his whole body run cold.

"Just like Bats and his new kids"

"No he wouldn't!" Jason protested

"You think! So this isn't Batman then? Weird. The pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway" Joker said showing him a picture of batman and Tim.

"No..."

Joker laughs as he takes out the next picture

"You thought that one was bad? Look at this!"

Joker showed Jason pictures of the sliced up dead bodies that Perse killed and then showed a picture of her wrapped in Batmans cape.

"So Batman will save a murderer but won't even come save you? How disappointing is that?" Joker laughed.

"Im sure he took her to arkham right after"

"No no no no no Jason my boy! He took her in as his own! Shes now a member of the batfam. Isn't that just sweet" Joker took out another picture that was taken that day of Batman sitting with you on a building. Both your legs hanging over the edge with Perse leaner into him smiling softly.

"I didn't want to show you those photos really I didn't. But it was the only way for you to get closure. Now I know it hurts but sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind"

Joker then proceeds to beat Jason with his cane. 'After everything we went through he can just replace me like that? I'll destroy him I swear on everything'

#fandom agere #little space #agere #agerereader #little!reader #age regression #batman agere #agere caregiver #age regressor #agere reader

[marunalu]

So this is the only thing I will say about the latest chapter leaks. It is not clear if toga dies at the end of the chapter or not. It could be a red herring and we know with bakugou that hori has no problem with killing characters just to bring them back to life in the most unrealistic way possible! So I think togas survival has a 50:50 chance.

The thing is, hori wrote himself into a corner with the lov. He made them likeable and gave them sad backstorys so the readers will feel attachment for them, will want them to survive and have a happy ending. But this on itself would be a terrible message too. Toga and the rest of the lov are all symphatic villains and people who needed help, but from a realistic kind of view they are all still terrorists and murderers who killed or helped to kill dotzens of innocents who never did anything wrong to them. Just because their victims are faceless nobodys to us doesnt mean these werent people! When machia rampaged through multible entire citys and killed HUNDREDS of people including children, NOT ONE member of the lov tried to stop it or said something against it. Toga was stoic staring in front of her only caring about what happend to twice and killed or hurted an helpless old woman to fool ochako later on, dabi laughed like an complete maniac and just had the best day of his life, mr. compress gave an absolute fuck and shiggy destroyed an entire city with innocents on his own without giving a fuck either. The only one who seemed kinda upset about all the destruction and death was spinner, but even he didnt try to stop it or complained how wrong it was. Yes the lov members are victims of society or their own defunctional familys, BUT they are also criminals and they made their problems the problems of EVERYONE! Their backstorys arent there to excuse their actions, but to explain how and why they ended up the way they did. And the fact that so many readers try to excuse the lovs actions is actually..... quite worrisome.

When I say hori wrote himself into a corner with the lov, I mean he wrote them as likeable characters the readers care for, but he also cant just give them a happy ending and not punish them for their actions after they killed/helped to kill hundreds of people. He cant just do that! What kind of message would that be for his younger readers? "Oh yeah murder is okay, as long as youre childhood sucked!" Come on, we need to be more realistic here!

Regarding toga, the thing is even IF she survives she made clear she WONT let herself be arrested not even from ochako. And at this point she (and the rest of the lov) cant just be introduced back to society as if nothing happend. And toga made clear she is not sorry for the things she did! I think the closest thing for a happy ending toga and the lov COULD get if they all survive, is if they hide themself and live in isolation far away from society on a island or somewhere on the country side. They cant just be introduced back to society, the common people of japan will not forgive them for all the deaths and destruction they caused. Its plainly unrealistic! IF toga really dies here, Im just glad she found her piece and someone who was willing to love her for who she is and that she will hopefully reunite with twice in the afterlife, the one person who really truly loved toga with all his heart!

#bnha #bnha spoiler #bnha leaks #himiko toga #bnha villains

[morwap]

henderson!reader where eddie and the reader are keeping their relationship secret from dustin until he walks in on them making out 😭

“dustin is supposed to go to mikes tonight” you whispered as you looked for a specific book that you needed to turn into the library or you would get into trouble since it was already overdue.

“oh really?” eddie asked in a teasing way, lifting his brow at you before going back to scanning the halls and watching people get to where they needed to go.

“mhm, moms gone too, at her friends daughters baby shower” you said with a soft laugh, grabbing the book and your bag.

“ill see you tonight, hopefully” you whispered, closing your locker and eddie nodded with a smirk on his face.

turning in your book and the librarian told you that next time it needed to be on time or she’d get in contact with your english teacher to deduct points from your grade and that could ruin your chances of graduating the same time as eddie so you promised that it wont happen again.

dustin was waiting for you with mike at the front entrance.

“hello shithead and shithead two, excited for your sleepover?” you asked as you three walked out, seeing eddie getting into his van, eddie sent you a wink before dustin had spotted him and waved. eddie of course waved back.

“gonna talk steve into getting us a movie for free” dustin said with a smug smile which caused you to roll your eyes.

you all made small talk as you three walked, nothing out of the ordinary before splitting ways and telling mike to say hi to nancy for you.

the excitement bubbled in your stomach as you entered your empty house, running up to your room and getting an outfit planned before hopping into the shower. just a tank with lace at the top and black pajama shorts so it seemed effortless.

you jumped when you heard something hit your window, hesitantly looking out of it and seeing eddie. he smiled and gestured with his hands for you to open your window.

opening the window for him and taking a step back so he wouldn’t bump into you. you watched him pull himself through your window as you covered your mouth with your hand, laughing into it.

“why the window? no one’s home” you laughed out, the smile never leaving your face as eddie dusted himself off and shut your window.

“your neighbors outside and didn’t want them saying anything to your mom about it” eddie sighed, trying to catching his breath.

it wasn’t long before you two were practically “chewing each other’s face off.” eddie was pulling onto his lap, you arms going around his neck and playing with his neck.

eddie had a hand on your lower back and one on your thigh, his hand on your thigh drawing little shapes as you two made out. the only thing you two could hear was each other’s breathing and little noises coming for you both.

you didn’t hear dustin until he had barged into your room and was yelling about touching his dnd shit, making you throw yourself off of eddie.

“y/n where did you put- eddie?” dustin rambled, furrowing his brows at the boy.

“dustin! hey man” eddie stuttered out, his hand going to push his hair back nervously.

“what are you doing here?” dustin asked before mike ran up the stairs.

“i told you to hurry! my mom will get worried if she goes down to the basement and we aren’t there” mike tutted as he walked into your room.

“what’s eddie doing here? does mom know?” dustin asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“oh my god dustin get out”

#eddie munson #henderson!reader #dustin henderson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader

[sweetkakashihatake47]

my conclusion over Boruto episode 95

you know …that is what I do think and believe into. That Kakashi secretly loves Sakura ..but he knew from the beginning …that he stood no chance ….against Sasuke. I even come to believe ..that Sakura as well ..loves Kakashi back ..but either she is unaware of …or is supressing it ..because ..there is Sasuke ..who she fears would go again the wrong dark path if she would let him slip through her fingers. That is what Kakashi confirmed to Sasuke in the end of the fourth Ninja war and. I also believe …Sakura has felt …how Kakashi feels towards her. Kakashi is such a wonderful man …and he lets her go …and still does love her from a distance! I consider this true love …if someone can let go …because of loving this person. He would never pressure her …! That is real love.Kakashi thinks ..he is no better than Sasuke. So Sakura is better off with Sasuke. In which I will say no ….! Kakashi has always chosen the good way …even though he stood before a fork in the road and was in danger to choose otherwise. Of course all can choose between good and bad. That is fact! Remember when Kakashi lectured Sasuke via Icha Icha in regards of his daughter in Boruto Episode 95 ...and I urge you to look it up ..and I am sure …this caused much irritation. Icha Icha ..who is an adult literature is certainly not something that you can use for a minor. When I see Kakashi ..who intervenes when Mirai wants to have a peek into Icha Icha ..I dont believe one bit ..that Kakashi is such a dirty perverted uncle ..that he actually lectures Sasuke about his relationship with his 12 year old daughter. I pondered over that Episode …and I knew when it comes to Kakashi you actually have to read between his words. I also have realized ..that Kakashi seems to be angry at Sasuke ..when he says ..that he lacks social skills from wandering around all this years ...and even though he posses the Sharingan he still cant figure out ...how to react to his daughter. Then Kakashis absurd transformation into Sasuke and Sakura …and then I finally realized it. And when I heard Kakashi saying to Sasuke in admiration…on the bridge …that there is someone much more suitable for giving him advice when it comes to Sarada ….and he vanishes before Sakura arrives …there it hit me. Kakashi …all along …pointed indirectly to Sasukes relationship with Sakura …and then it made all sense to me….That is why I guess …Kakashi still is more concerned about the well being of Sakura than any other thing. And that is why I believe ..yes indeed …all this years as the Hokage and after that ,Kakashi still loves admires and cares for Sakura so much. You cant look at it otherwise …because …then ..you have that weird feeling ..that Kakashi becomes another Jiraya! But I dont see this confirmed…in any other Boruto episode ….so I stick to my conclusion! Remember ...Kakashi hides his feelings often ..and burries it deep inside of himself. One more thing ..I indeed come to believe ..that Kakashi is angry ..at Sasuke ..because he has abandoned his family ..and because ...I know that he knows of this ..this man knows so much about what is going on ...and because ...Sasuke wont greet Sakura ..even though he is in the village. I just remember Kakashi is asking Sasuke "Annoying ...huh ?She must be truly your daughter then ...!" and I firmly see Kakashi laughing inside ...and thinking of that Karma is a bitch ..and what goes around comes around ..and yes I can firmly feel his anger towards Sasuke! And in a sense ..I totally agree with. and totally can understand Kakashi ...! Hopefully ..people can see Boruto episode 95 in another light ..when they read through this!

I feel here Kakashis anger ...

conversation on the bridge ..from man to man. Kakashi teasing Sasuke in saying" annoying ....huh?" again ..I feel Kakashis anger here ...

Kakashi sees already Sakura running towards the bridge!

Kakashi pointing with admiration towards Sakura ..who is more suitable ...to advice Sasuke when it comes to their daughter.

#kakashihatake #boruto #episode 95 #my conclusion of this episode #it makes all sense #kakasaku #sakurahanuro

[onskepa]

Nihona

This was acutally a request made by @mandomaterial . This request was of young tonowari messing around with his skimwing and by some accident he caused, he meets reader and things occur afterwards.

Gurl I'm sorry pls forgive me

Another sunny bright day in Awa'atlu, everyone in the Metkayina village was doing their things. Hunting, gathering, etc. Young Tonowari, brash and cocky, was enjoying his starting day by riding his newly tamed skimwing. It wasnt long that he finished his Iknimaya, and now he feels confident that he is seen as an adult among his people. So ever since, he had a massive boost of confidence and feeling he can do anything and everything. 

As the son of the leader, he feels very proud of his position, and thinks as though he can do no wrong. So, when his friends suggested to do some tricks with their skimwings, he of course, wanted to make the biggest, most riskiest tricks of them all. Doing flips mid air, going dangerously near other's who are riding in their ilu's and almost crashing into the pods, he just laughed like some joke.

However, blinded by his own excitement, he got too close to the shore, where his skimwing accidently hit a young na'vi. The young na'vi shouted in pain as she was pushed back by the second wing and tail. Tonowari quickly let go of his skimwing, and went over to the na'vi. "Are you alright?!" he looks at her in worry. The na'vi girl growled and hissed at him, "YOU SKXAWNG!!" the girl shouted in anger. Tonowari was taken a back, yes he understood he would get a lashback but not shouting.

"cant you see where you are going!? who brings their skimwing this close to shore?! what is wrong with you?!" the young girl kept shouting at him. Before tonowari can say anything, the girl leaves in huffing anger, muttering to herself with more insults.

Tonowari looked down and noticed the girl left behind her basket, he looked into and a saw large seashells, sea grass, vines and other materials.

NEXT DAY

Tonowari went back the same area where he saw the young girl, holding the basket she left behind. He wanted to give it back and hopefully apologize, he was cocky but he wasn't a jerk. His mother would skin him alive if he ever did something wrong or rude.

He looked around and near, but couldnt find the girl. "First you hit me, now you take my stuff", he turned to see the girl, who was not at all impressed with him. He cleared his throat and offered the basket back to her. "I can to apologize, you were right, I did not see where I was going. Was blind in my moment, I swear I did not mean to get too close. Please forgive me", the girl looked at him. Tonowari seemed sincere and regretful of what he did.

Taking the basket back, she checks to see if anything was missing, and to her relief, nothing was out of place. "I accept your apology, but still be very careful, what if you hit a child or an elder? hm?", tonowari's eye lowered, feeling a bit ashamed. "Yes you are correct, I will be more carefull". With a satisfied hum, the girl leaves, not giving him much to say anything else.

However, as days goes on, Tonowari would go back to the area to see the girl again. He wont admit it out loud, but something about the girl caught his interest. Wanting to see more of her, he would this time ride in his ilu, and glide slowly, hopefully to catch a glimpse of her.

The girl noticed what tonowari was doing, and she would tease him. Making little visits, having him barely catch sight of her, or pretend not to notice tonowari. Until the teasing game was over.

"May I know your name?" tonowari asks, to which she replies. It was a beautiful name and it suited her well. Soon, both would meet each other at a certain time at the beach, walk, chit chat, and gather whatever materials she needed.

Over time, they have gotten closer, to the point where tonowari would nick name her "nihona". She would blush at the given pet name, something tonowari has come to enjoy.

"nihona, tonight, meet me by the stone spikes" he tells her one day, nohona was surprised to hear this. "why?" she asks, and tonowari just smiled at her, "I have something I want to show you". She agrees and awaits for the exlipse to come soon, already excited for what tonowari has to show her.

But what she doesnt know, is Tonowari has specind special for her in mind, something that he hopes to blosom into something wonderful.

Yawne = beloved

Nihona = endearingly, sweetly

Skimwing = aquatic pandoran animal.

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I hope this is good! NGL I have doubts. But tell me what ya'll think!

#avatar #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #tonowari fluff #tonowari x you #tonowari #tonowari x reader #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar wow #metkayina #reef na'vi #tonowari x metkayina!reader

[its-stvrr]

'If i were you and, you were i' Scara x reader .1

Each clan hated eachothers guts. slaughtered the people who dared to step foot on their land knowing shogun or kamaki in their name. with the same words. "Glory to the shogun clan" , "Glory to the kamaki clan".

Three, three siblings all created from the same ancient method. A khanreia way of making 'humans' or puppets i should say. Three, each of them had a perspective of the mother. one says "How selfish of her. Bringing us to this cruel world just because of something she couldn't achieve herself." another says. "She was loving, caring and kind but yet died at the hand of a clan she yet despised. she died with nothing but a pure heart." the last says. "I wish i knew more about her, knowing why she brought us to this world knowing we are never going to be blood but strangers."

Oh, the diffrences. They all watched as ancient Inazuma ascended to a closed nation. On how their relatives were killed because of a name. Oh, how the shogun angered the oldest daughter of the clan. Yet she never expected it to reach their limit.

to: (name) kamaki.

As our hatred has grown to somthing unimaginable i think it is time. War shall be set off against our nations. Hopefully our difrences end here as 'the name kamaki shall never exsist no more. The war wont end untill the bloodshed of your clan leaves an scar.

Signed: Raiden Scaramouche

you scoffed, "And yet i never thought our hatred would end in war, How amusing. Am i right brother?" You turned to your brother as he watched you. A slight shocked look was in his eyes, but yet he still kept his poker face as usual.

"Hmph, your no fun ya know" You turned your head to see the youngest of you three, leaning against the door.

"Mingjung.."

"Huh!? How rude of you brother you speak for her but not me?" you asked Him quite pissed off.

"We shouldnt be sitting here and arguing on why Chan refuses to speak for you (name), Lets talk about this war thing with the.. Ugh.. Shoguns" she called you out as she rolled her eyes at the name of the shogun.

"I agree." Chan spoke, "Your the oldest of both of us you should have thought of something by now you know"

"If the Shoguns want war then so be it, I am most definantly not sending an apology letter." you replied.

"We'll get our men ready then, Inazuma we go"

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"There the'll finally get off of my back" The raiden scoffed. "Kazuha,"

"Yes, your highness?" The advisor kazuha replied.

"Once the apology letter is sent by them, bring it to me imediate." He stated

"Sir Scaramouche, That is quite not possible," He started

"And you mean?" The raiden asked.

"I've known the head leader of the clan, She may seem like a beauty but when it comes to war she is bloodshed thirsty like one of the harbingers working under the tsaritsa." He continued.

"Ah, Then... War it shall be... Dont inform the Shogunate About this." He replied. Kazuha complied as he didnt want his head to be on a thorn by some childish brat.

"Those scums will learn there lesson."

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You despised the shogunate for her selfishness the same way you despised your mother, Both yet try to acheive something non-acheivable, But there efforts made you want to laugh. Your brother and sister is something you will forever hold onto for dear life as the curse of immortality was put upon your clan. As long as you had eachother, None shall ever fall into a great deppression.

Your mother. She was Sweet as your brother described her. But lets be honest She was cruel and Craved for Infinite power, Something her and the shogunate had in common. She created you, Chan and Mingjung to acheive power. She had the thoughts of Inserting Divine power into the three of you, But the consequences was to large for that to ever happen.

Before she died she gave something to you. A gnosisi? A small chess piece the showed your connections with celestia. She said her last few words to you before the next night she was murdered.

"(Name) Once you Marry a man that will let you rule insert this Gnosis into you. Then anounce yourself as ARCHON, Then you shall Carry the name kamaki"

You scoffed, at the thought. Rule and carry the name kamaki. You sighed, It was hard having to bottle up what you felt and hide them from your siblings. Especially Mingjung. She was only 100 years old and acted like a 16 year old you had to keep things away from her because you cared.

"No,"

"What do you mean 'No' by (Name)?" your brother Chan asked.

"We have to wait for my corination, As the new ruler of inazuma will have every right to Exterminate us since were not yet royalty." You corrected him.

"Is that so? Then we shall wait, Its only a week away." He replied.

Your corrination was yet a week away, It was the day the Gnosis will be inserted into you, as your new title will be a ruler. A corrination invites royals from around teyvat, To your nation to congratulate you. You shuddered at the thought when you had to go to the inazuman Corranation for The newest ruler Raiden Scaramouche. You didnt find it enjoyable as you had to go alone, Because you were scared of the things that The new ruler would most likley do to your siblings since they werent Entitled to a royal role yet.

.

.

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"Hmph, A Corranation for Kamaki clan?" The raiden asked. He didnt expect you, To become a ruler since you lacked a Mother and father.

"Yes, And as i recall she attended your Corranation. Even greeted you so it would be Quite rude not to go." The advisor stated.

The shogun thought about that. You did visit his corranation and yet it would be rude if he didnt attend, But then again he wouldnt care How you saw him. Thoughts after thoughts led to overthinking. The shogun had never thought he would be overthinking over somebody so they must have been Special or a threat. He was thinking about the previous archon of wars daughter so his thoughts must have been in order.

Then he thought about something The war What was he going to do about that he challanged someone who is Skilled.

"Your Highness! A letter has came in all the way from The nation of war!" The servant said

"Hmph, Is that so? bring it here." The shogun replied

The letter read.

To : Raiden Scaramouche

I am Quite suprised that our hatred would end up here. But if your thinking that i would send a letter of surrender think again, I accept your offer of war. Kindly dont get ahead of your self as My nation isnt that of war for a reason. Bless our clans with the same chance of sucsess. Hopefully we shall talk about this during my corrination.

Signed : (name) Kamaki

"Then war it shall be (Name) Kamaki" 

The rest is on wattpad<3333

"If I were you and, you were I" R. SCARAMOUCHE X READER - ㅇLoves¡ckㅇ - Wattpad

#genshin impact x reader #scara x reader #scara x you #scara x reader royal au #wattpad #scara #balladeer #scaramouche

[class-1b-bull]

1B with a S/O with chronic pain?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he doesnt really know how to help and hes to scared to ask so whenever the pain is bothering you a little more than usual he will just stand there and maybe give you an ice pack/heating pad <3

Sen - while he does do little things to make the pain better he knows that it is constant and wont go away so he more so focuses on taking your mind off of the pain

Kamakiri - hes actually surprisingly good at helping people with pain (maybe hes accidently cut one too many ppl in the past or smthn) he knows what you need before you do

Kuroiro - hes overall an akward and shy person so he doesn't really know what to do to help but he does spend multiple nights researching so he can learn how to help! Just tell him what you need and he will get it!

Kendo - she knows that the pain is constant but she does little things for you each day to make it more tolerable <3 (like carrying around pain meds and heating pads and such)

Kodai - she spends so much time just listening to you rant and she would do everything she can to understand what your going through <3

Komori - you are not allowed to do certain things when shes around. It may not even help with the pain but she likes to think her doing these little tasks for you help a lot!

Shiozaki - she prays for you to be healed each and every day and the time she doesnt spend praying she spends with you. Either just hanging out or trying to help ease the pain <3

Shishida - he is constantly making you tea and snacks for you throughout the day. He also offers to go to the doctors with you if you have an appointment <3

Shoda - hes constantly hovering near you in case you need anything but he wont act without your permission/ without you asking him to

Pony - ya know how some animals can sense if you are hurt? She can kinda do the same thing by reading your facial expressions and such. She always asks where your hurting and how she can help <3

Tsubaraba - he knows the pain is constant and wont completely go away no matter what (he had to look it up when you told him lmao) so he focuses more on making you laugh and be happy to hopefully take your mind off the pain

Tetsutetsu - he is your emotional support idiot honestly. He has no idea whats going on or what to do but he does everything he can to help

Tokage - she gives constant reassurance and does everything she can to make sure you are feeling as good as you can mentally! (Despite the pain)

Manga - hes constantly doing little tasks for you to the point where if he sees you try to pour your own glass of water he will (gently ofc) take it from you and do it for you lmao. He just wants to help

Honenuki - hes constantly giving you messages and tea to try and help with any and all pain you have. Hes happy to help even if its just a little

Bondo - hes better at emotional support and making you comfortable than actually soothing the pain itself but his help is still very appreciated <3

Monoma - hes a little bitch by trade so he would be annoying as shit about the whole thing but at the same time he will do anything you asked him too honestly. Sometimes you dont even have to ask he just knows somehow

Reiko - she doesn't do anything specific unless you ask her too but she does constantly remind you that shes there for you and she constantly checks up on you

Rin - bro does everything he can think of to make your pain bareable. Medicine, self care techniques, hes always making sure you got plenty of sleep and enough food and just little things like that all the time ykyk

They look so silly here <3

#bnha headcannons #bnha headcanons #class 1b #mha headcanons #awase yousetsu #sen kaibara #togaru kamakiri #shihai kuroiro #itsuka kendou #yui kodai #kinoko komori #ibara shiozaki #jurota shishida #nirengeki shoda #pony tsunotori #kosei tsuburaba #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #setsuna tokage #manga fukidashi #juzo honenuki #kojiro bondo #neito monoma #reiko yanagi #rin hiryu

[shiiiinnnneee]

september 19th 2023

i lost my phone charger and i dont know what to do. my friend gave me one to use but it only hooks up to my computer and i am feeling very guilty about it because i feel like i ask her to use her stuff to much, even though i try to get her something as much as i can.

i got asked to homecoming by a freshman even though i am a junior, i said i wasnt going to homecoming but if i was i would go with him as a friend. i feel bad but my friend that gave me the charger said not too but i cant help it.

i had a very good time in entrepreneurship today, my friends kept making me laugh and we got in trouble but i couldnt help it. im sure everyone thinks im annoying now, and the girls probably think im a pick me girl because i only sit with boys but they are the only people i know in the class.

im failing science and its stressing me out, actually not really, i have never really cared about school. i told my online friend i was going to kill myself on march 6th and he said it was lame.

i started exercising, hopefully i stick with it. i overate today, i think i am going to the park tomorrow so i wont be home until dinner time then go on a walk after dinner then exercise then go to sleep so i eat as little as possible. i might try to do stuff like that everyday.

i talked to my longest friend the other day, im so bad at conversations it's embarrassing, i wonder how to get better?

#4n0r3xia #ana trigger #ed bllog #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #i will be thinner #tw ana diary #tw ana fast #tw ana shit #tw disordered eating #tw diary #a4a diary #diary entry #disordered eating mention #eating disoder trigger warning #disordered eating in tags #disordered eating thoughts #ana meal #anablr #ana rant #ana and mia #ana dairy #4n4t1ps #4norexi4 #4n4blr #4n4rexia #4narex1a #4norexla #4norexia #4n0rexic

[cloudbattrolls]

Scattered

Etuuya Vannyn | Dormir Facility | Present Night

TW: disassociation, trauma-related memory issues

“The thing is.” Tuuya said, slowly, picking over their words like a vulture over a corpse. “I didn’t want to be here.”

They leaned back in the plush couch of the therapy room, legs outstretched, cane loosely gripped in one hand.

Serine looked at them patiently. She was good at not making it look artificial, they thought, but also good at not making it too intense, of trying too hard to understand. 

They hoped the place paid her enough for a pair of eyes like that.

“Not because of you, or because of therapy.” They added. “That would make sense, right? It would be nice if it made sense that way. If it was as simple as running from my feelings. I know all about that.”

Tuuya closed their eyes, holding their head in their hands.

“I really wish it was that simple.”

—

I know how I came to Dormir, but I don’t remember.

You’d think the two were the same, wouldn’t you?

I know I took a ship. I know I stood on the deck, leaned on my cane, presumably watched the island come up in the distance.

But I only know that.

It is like a story I have told myself.

It is difficult to think I was actually there. 

—

“You see, I am being haunted.” Tuuya said conversationally.

Serine winced. 

“Tuuya. We didn’t find any signs of a ghost.”

They frowned. “No, that can’t be right. There has to be something.”

How had she known to look? 

Oh, right, she’d been told.

They must have told her.

“There’s nothing there. Sorry.”

“No, I, no. I mean. There has to be -“

She hesitated. 

“You can ask our psychics yourself.”

She said, calm again.

—

I know who I am.

I know who I was, as well.

There are so many things for me to hold onto.

So I must be possessed, for I feel my grip weakening all the same.

It must be that.

—

“No, I shouldn’t trouble them.” The matron said, eyes closing. “I need to trust you. Trust them. Trust someone.” They said, slightly desperate.

“I…I do not think I can trust myself. If it isn’t a ghost I’m possessed by, then…”

Serine looked gentle, sympathetic. That was good. They weren’t being annoying…

“Your disassociation is getting worse.”

She knew that’s what it was? How did she -

They must have told her.

“It’s impacting your memory, I think. At least, memories that are linked with it. Tell me the names of your children.”

“Uunive, Ailene, Florah, Melina, Crimew, and Helixe.” Tuuya recited immediately.

“Your quadrants?”

“Channi, Jaskir, Kamala, and Vrayan.”

“Your brothers?”

“Tantor.”

Serine nodded.

“You forgot Gallen. This supports my theory.”

Tuuya squinted. “Gallen?”

Their eyes widened.

“Gallen…”

He was there, he was there when -

—

They laid on the floor and realized part of them was outside their skin.

Hm. That seemed bad.

Why had they come apart?

They tried to make those worms go back into their skin.

They weren’t moving.

Why weren’t they moving?

Serine stood over them with a spray bottle. 

“I’m sorry. We had to take precautions.”

Right. Tekras’s immobilizing spray…

Hopefully they hadn’t hurt anyone, not like they had before when they'd been possess -

—

Tuuya stood up, gasping, and they were…outside?

In the sun. It was daylight.

For a moment they basked in the warmth, as most undead were wont to do.

They were forgetting something…

“Do you know how you got here?”

Serine again. Covered in day gear.

Led down a hallway. Taking their free hand to guide them. Curious faces.

“That was me, wasn’t it…” they trailed off, murmuring. “How novel…”

—

I know who I am.

I know who 

I know

There is someone else in my head

There must be an explanation 

I have too many people 

Relying on me!

Kaningård needs its head matron -

— 

“You need you, Tuuya.”

They blinked. 

Back in the therapy room. 

“I’m not sure I’ve ever done myself much good…” They said with a nervous laugh.

“Then you should start.” Said the indigo calmly but firmly.

“You’re staying here for two weeks, at least. Your cavern has been notified. The place will be well cared for in your absence. We will meet your needs for blood.”

“Oh.”

Tuuya said, ears lowered.

“I don’t - I can’t decide for myself?” 

Their tone was pleading.

The bald woman looked at them, sympathetic but stern.

“You have lost your troll form over a dozen times since you’ve been here and keep not remembering how and when it happens when you reform again. You are quite literally unable to hold together during any discussion of your trauma. You cannot go on like this.” 

The worm swarm blinked.

“Oh.”

The highblood softened slightly.

“We are working on ways to help you. We have asked others for their input. There is hope.”

Tuuya laughed, sad and amused alike.

“Oh, I know. If only it could put me back together.”

Unbeknownst to them, their hand started to break apart. 

Serine, her own hands gloved, calmly pointed it out to them.

Tuuya stared at the white worms writhing and shedding their dark gray skin, exposing the bones. They should be worried…but it didn’t feel real.

It should feel real, right?

Vaguely, they tried to think themself back together.

The worms stopped moving, though they didn’t re-knit into their mimicry of muscle.

Serine looked pleased. Tuuya smiled faintly.

Well, if she was happy, they ought to keep trying.

It never did to let someone down.

#cloud writes #etuuya vannyn #serine matshi #worms mcgee isn't well. which isn't news to anybody but they themself have been unaware #of the full extent to which they are not well until now #a fairly short one by my standards. mostly just to show What's Going On