#and the obnoxious people behind us finally shut up and were like

[facefullofsadness]

Could you do a giselle dom pervy step sister(female reader) smut where they don’t like each other at first but ig giselle found a way to turn that hatred into them fucking in secret while their parents are in the house

ANONNNN!!! YOUR MIND!!!! I've been thinking ab this ask for WEEKS and I finally have time to write about it omg obsessed

content - stepcest, blackmail, smut (pervy!giselle, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, squirt, voyeurism/public(?) sex)

wc - 2739

a/n - catching up slowly but surely on asks, I have no school this week so imma try my best!

you never really warmed up to giselle.

you never really WANTED to ever warm up to her. she was mean, annoying, obnoxious, and greedy. I mean, how fucking self-centered do you have to be to make your baby stepsis call you by another name because she "doesn't deserve to call me by my real name" as giselle had said. what infuriated you was how pretty she was too. someone who was such a bitch shouldn't get the benefit of being attractive, especially since aeri knew and definitely used it to her advantage. whether it be to the people around her like friends, classmates, teachers, or even your parents, she finessed them like no one's business.

but she could never trick or fool you. you were a challenge to her, and it pissed her off not getting what she wanted. giselle HATED your guts. you were smart, sweet, cute, and generous, traits she simply was not. she hated how your guys' parents eyes' would light up in excitement when you came to them with an academic achievement, looking at you with admiration and love, eyes that would look at aeri with annoyance and disappointment.

aeri's not stupid, she knows why she's disliked, but she doesn't really care. it only really started to affect her seeing YOU be soooo liked by them. she simply hated you because you weren't easy, and you hated her because she saw everyone as easy. though, however much it upset you, it upset her to a degree you couldn't even imagine. she had to win the invisible game, and she was going to get her way with you, one way or another. so she devised a plan, which was to put simply, blackmail.

one day when you were gone at school, she set up a secret camera in your room facing your bed. she laid back on the living room couch in content, watching you come home from school, shooting each other a painfully fake greeting, before you ascended upstairs to your room. during nightfall, you would of course, fulfill your physical desires while everyone was asleep in the house, unaware of the recording device from across the room. and in the morning when you left, your wicked stepsis would sneak back in to retrieve the footage, playing it back and giggling to herself, knowing this would ruin you.

giselle's sweet baby stepsis, a sexual deviant during the after hours, shoving a huge dildo into her pussy to force multiple orgasms from her own body.

aeri was giddy with joy, now owning what single-handedly would win her the upper hand. the day continued as normal, but as you were about to go to sleep, there was a knock at your door. you rolled your eyes when you opened it to find a smug aeri, her phone in her hand with a play button over a still image of you in your room. your eyes shift between her and her phone confused before she pushes you inside and shutting the door behind her.

"what the fuck is that aeri?"

she huffs and sits comfortably at the end of your bed, "first of all, it's giselle to you, don't forget. second, how 'bout I show you?"

playing the video on max volume, your muffled moaning erupting from the small screen, watching a video of yourself masturbating. your ears ring and your cheeks flush, pouncing onto the older girl and trying to tear the phone away from her. your older stepsis is far stronger than you and easily you get overpowered, her hands pinning your wrists together and against the bed, her legs straddling either side of your lap.

with one large hand gripping your wrists together and the other hand hovering the still playing video against your face, she smirks, "what? shy? you weren't so shy last night when you were shamelessly fucking yourself, now were you? hm, y/n-ie? my sweet little sister?"

you grit your teeth and shake your head back and forth to deny the accusation, as if it weren't true. her dark chuckle fills your ears and the room, joined with the loud squelching of your pussy coming from the video. you feel tears start to well in your eyes and you plead with her.

"unnie, please... delete that!"

she coos at you, "awww sweetie, you think I'm that easy? not without a price, I won't."

you continue to plea in a desperate voice, "unnie please! I'll do anything! just please, delete it, or don't share it! anything you want!"

her lips curl into a sinister smirk that you can see even in the dark. you feel your heart drop to your stomach at the thought of what she must've suddenly imagined, immediately regretting your choice of words. before you could even consider opening your mouth to take back what you said, aeri drops the phone and covers your mouth.

"anything huh? will you behave for unnie and do anything I want?"

you debate shaking your head no, but when you hear a particularly loud moan come from the video playing next to your ear, you nod your head yes.

"good girl, you may be stubborn but you're not stupid. a little bit dumb for your choice of words though," she hums above you and trails the hand over your mouth downwards, dragging her long slim fingers across your sensitive body, jerking with every inch of contact she makes.

you whine as her fingers circle your hardening nipples and pinch them between her fingertips, giggling at how your body reacts to her touch.

"sensitive little baby, aren't you y/n-ie? fuck you're so cute, you shouldn't be so fucking cute."

aeri hated how much she was enjoying this almost as much as you did. she hated how cute her little sis was, writhing under her, eyes welling with tears in fear, body reacting to every subtle brush, thighs rubbing themselves together to suppress the ache at her core. and you hated it too, you hated that your older sister made you feel so fucking good, how her touch ignited flames in your stomach, how you panted into the air the more intimate her touch became, how you anticipated and needed more when you realized how disgusting this all was.

you both hated it, but you both couldn't get enough.

looking up into giselle's eyes at the same time she looked into yours, locking onto one another and gazing into lustfilled stares, the tension filling the air. the hatred boiled over and morphed into a new emotion, desire. a compromise emerged, and mentally, you both knew what it was. it all felt too good to want to stop, so you gave in.

leaning up and smashing your lips against aeri's, her immediately pushing back into you, pressing you down into your mattress. sloppy wet kisses loud and echoing through the room, both your moaning filling your ears and drowning out any possibility for moral dilemmas to pierce your mind. the hand pinning your wrists down, traveling up to hold your hand, interlacing her fingers through one and letting the other one go.

you let your free hand shoot into her hair, pulling her closer into you and shoving your tongue into her mouth, eliciting a whine to escape giselle's throat, accepting the intrusion. her other hand finds your thigh and brings it up, wrapping your leg around her waist and grinding her hips against your clothed core, making you both groan out into each other's mouths.

"fuck, you're good. why are you good?" she moans into your mouth.

"I'm not- a fucking- amateur." you pant out between kisses.

"yeah? then tell me, has anyone else made you feel this good?"

she questions, almost as a challenge, and you're scared to answer knowing it's just another piece of blackmail to hang over your head. you both already know the truth, obvious by your hips rutting back against her, your sweat dripping down your forehead, neck, and chest, your core aching with need, and your eyes blown to oblivion.

"fuck you," you answer instead.

she chuckles lowly again, the tone and vibration in your mouth when she does it making your pussy throb between your legs.

"not before I fuck you."

flipping you over and onto your hands and knees, tearing your shorts and panties off, throwing them to the ground. she wastes no time shoving your legs apart and licking along your leaking slit, making you moan out and bury your head into your pillows.

"you're so fucking sick, do you know that? being so wet and horny for your unnie like this, you disgusting little whore."

giselle says as if she's not soaked in her own clothes, nipples hard and hole clenching around air. she feels so powerful, so in control, and it feels so good to have you whining under her. sticking her tongue out and getting to work immediately, dragging her wet muscle greedily and swiftly against your pussy, drinking in all of your slick. muffling your moans into your pillows and clawing at your sheets hard enough to rip them.

her strong grip on both of your legs forcing you to keep them apart, slapping your ass every so often and making you scream out into the pillow. her tongue moves around your core so fucking good, alternating between sucking and flicking at your clit to thrusting and licking inside of your cunt, the sounds unbearably sinful and delightful to especially aeri's ears. she's drunk, on the taste and feel of your pussy, the way your body reacts, and the muffled cries being torn from your mouth.

she closes her eyes and relishes in your delicious juice swishing around her mouth, moaning into your pussy at how fucking good it feels to have you like this. her core aches and throbs so painfully, she clenches her thighs to hold it in. she lands another slap on your ass before shoving three fingers into you, already starting with an unforgivable pace, curling them and finding that spot in you easily. you scream and claw at the sheets, almost assuredly knowing your pillow wasn't muffling your cries anymore, not like either of you cared. aeri was going insane and felt herself becoming more and more addicted to you. addicted to ruining you, addicted to having power over you, addicted to owning you.

with the arch of your back and body stilling, you gush cum all over your stepsister's face, thighs trembling and chest heaving, moans slipping out of your mouth like a waterfall, your pussy mimicking the motions of one too. giselle drank all of it, everything, licking all over your leaking cunt and wiping her face of it too, sucking her fingers dry to not leave a single drop wasted.

she didn't even let you rest as she flipped you over onto your back, quickly stripping of her pajamas and lingerie, before climbing up to your face, her thighs resting on both sides of your head.

"use your tongue for something useful, pervy slut."

pfft, hypocrite.

she gives you no time to respond or think before shoving her fat pussy into your mouth which you immediately start to drag your tongue all over, coating it in her slick. your hands grip her juicy thighs and you dig your nails into them, her wincing above you and gripping the headboard with one hand, the other hand in her mouth to muffle her sounds.

you never rip your eyes away from her face for even a second, obsessed with how much sheer pleasure rests on giselle's face, her mouth biting down on her hand, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and eyes clamped shut. your nose hits her clit repeatedly with your tongue buried deep inside her cunt, flicking it to stimulate inside her tight walls. she tastes so fucking divine, cum directly entering your mouth and your spit drooling out the sides of your lips.

her hips quicken and she fully rests her weight on your face which makes you delighted, drinking her up and pulling her in, suffocating between her thighs. not that it mattered, you loved it. you couldn't breathe but you pushed through, thrusting your tongue in her and maneuvering her hips as her clit hit the tip of your nose.

"drink my squirt you little bitch, take it! don't waste a drop! fuck!"

she demands you as she cums in your mouth, her pussy squirting onto your tongue. her thighs shake in your hands and you close your eyes to avoid squirt getting in them. you feel like your drowning in the sheer amount of liquid coming from aeri's pussy, but you obey your sister, drinking everything that slides down your throat. she finally calms down and you tap on her thighs in a panic, literally not able to breathe. she laughs above you and stays there, watching color drain from your face before she lifts herself up, watching you cough and gasp for air.

"sick fuck," she says before smashing her lips against yours' and digging her tongue into your mouth again.

suddenly, she pulls away and gets dressed, picking up her phone and waving at you with that infuriating smirk on her face as she opens the door and leaves, "see you again, baby sis!"

and from then on that's when it started, fucking your step sister in secret. at first it was only at night, every night since the first time. then it progressed to whenever your parents were out of the house, fucking on the couch in the living room, on the kitchen island, in the shower, in each other's rooms. at some point, she started to get more flirty with you, her touches lingering for too long when she held your hips in the kitchen to move past you or sliding her hands up your shirt when she'd greet you with a hug when you came home from school, whispering an "I missed you" into your ear, her breath against it making a shiver go down your spine, which always drove you insane.

at some point though, giselle couldn't give less of a fuck if your parents were home or not, she just wanted to fuck you. your family would be having a movie night in the living room and you'd go to the kitchen to get more snacks, the older girl following you to "help." then she'd pin you to the kitchen counter and slip her fingers down your underwear, dipping them into your already wet pussy.

"really y/n-ie? you're fucking wet? were you eye fucking me all night that you couldn't help yourself get horny? let me help you with that baby."

she would whisper breathily into your ear before fingering you right then and there, you clutching the popcorn bag in your fingers and biting down on your lip, trying so hard not to moan and get caught, thankful the movie was loud enough.

or during a dinner party WITH YOUR RELATIVES, she would "accidentally" drop a spoon on the ground and go to retrieve it, only to separate your thighs and trail a long tortuous lick across your exposed pussy, aeri having demanded you to wear nothing under. you're suddenly gripping your utensils and coughing on the food in your mouth, acting like it went down your throat wrong. your sister climbing back up from under the table with a lost spoon and a smile.

and of course, she fingered you under the dining table that night too, your face red and physically incapable of eating for about twenty minutes, clutching her forearm as you came around her fingers in front of everyone. you had bit down on your lip so hard, blood had started dripping down your chin and onto your dress, excusing yourself to clean up. panting out of breath in your room and ripping the dress off of you, your sister following behind you and pinning you to your bed with a smirk.

"that was impressive baby, you were able to keep in all those delicious moans huh? well, don't you dare fucking keep them in now, they can't hear you from here, and we're not even close to finished."

smashing her lips against your blood stained ones, the taste of metal filling her mouth.

and while you're not sure if you're starting to like your sister or not, you definitely start getting used to it (maybe obsessed).

a/n - the other night when I was looking at this ask, I suddenly had the urge to write a "rich girl aeri x reader fic where they both fucking despise each other and are just rich bitches until one night they both break from all the sexual tension and fuck in the back of aeri's car" fic... I'll get to work-

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[officialabortive]

Barbarian!Bakugou x FoxHybrid!Reader

Barbarian!Bakugou had already set up camp for the night under a canopy of thick tree branches. Finally finding some semblance of relief within the cool shade, when he was disturbed by jingling of rusted bells and worn out wooden wheels clacking against rough terrain. Of course, he knows before even looking, that it was the tell tale clatter of a wandering merchant. Bakugou makes haste, jogging over to see the available merchandise. Opportunities like this are rare, as merchants who travel so far out are few and far between.

The stallions —who are surprisingly well kept and very clearly well groomed— hauling the small wooden caravan came to a halt as the man holding the reigns gave a tug upon noticing a blonde figure jogging up. Dropping the reigns, the man swiftly hoped to the ground, ready to offer a sales pitch. Clasping his hands together, the merchant gave his best smile. It was obviously forced, far to wide and toothy to be genuine. Katsuki already pinned him as an obnoxious asshole.

"Ah! Hello, hello, good sir! Would you be interested in making a purchase? You've come at a good time, I have quite the selection at the moment!"

Bakugou grunts "maybe. What'd you have?" The cart was ever so slightly too elevated to see inside without needing to jump to look in over the edge

"Oh please do come take a look!"

Bakugou trails behind him to the back of the caravan where they can see in through the open back. Several hybrids sat on the wooden flooring, all of which having their gaze pinned directly back on him.

"I only carry the cutest and most unique hybrids! Even some exotic breeds! Only the best of the best! And I can assure you they are all perfectly family friendly!" He started pointing to them individually. "Here we have a beautiful teddywidder rabbit! This is red tailed deer! Over here is one of my personal favorites, a rare spot-"

"Got any hunters?"

The man began stumbling over his words. Now one ever wanted something like that, a possible threat. People wanted a nice cute hybrid to have around the house and be loved by children.

"I- uh- well, I do have this exotic snowy fox, who I'm sure is an amazing hunter. Foxes are known for their incredible hearing, agility, and stealth! All amazing attribut-"

"I'll take 'em"

There was an audible ting, Bakugou having flicked something to the man who fumbled to catch it, even with using two hands. Greedy eyes bulge at the perfectly circular gold piece in his palm. Gluttony has evidently long had it's unshakable grasp on his soul.

—

You were fairly well behaved. Immediately inspecting the temporary camp, analyzing each item in the worn out bag that lay open on the dirt. Than coming to sniff at bakugou, poking and prodding, curiously tugging at each individual necklaces on his chest. He'd even noticed how you sat exclusively in shaded areas, and squinting whenever you weren't.

Yeah, he regrets not thinking further into the whole 'only liking dark areas' thing. Turns out foxes are fucking nocturnal.

Now, the sun had long gone in to hiding, yet here sits a very much wide awake, agitated barbarian. Slouched with arms crossed over his chest as he glares at nothing in particular.

"Can't believe I spent fuck'n money on this bullshit– QUIT IT!"

The sales basterd was right, you were definitely stealthy. And for Katsuki, it's annoying as shit. He can't even hear your approach when you pounce on him from behind, cackling when you successfully grab on to him mid-jump. Only after several hours worth of attempts to catch you, only for you to slip right out of his grasp, to have you apprehend and tired. Finaly he can get some damn shut ey- why the fuck are you burrowing under his cloak!?

Whatever. At least bakugou is confident in your skills required for hunting. Perfect.

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[moody4world]

ICE BOUND❄️

A/N: finally managed to finish this fic and i personally love it so i hope you guys do to!!

BEFORE READING: look up what a one handed biellman is. Personally for Michael i envisioned Michael B jordan but feel free to envision whoever you’d like🫶🏾

DISCLAIMER: apologies in advance for the angst

Jeremy x Plus size! figure skater! reader

Being an ice skater was always a big dream of yours from a very young age. It wasn’t always easy especially being a bigger size compared to the average ice skater but you worked hard everyday to be where you are now. You had met Imani in high school and the two of you have been like sisters ever since. You were there when she first met Kamal and that unfortunately means you know his obnoxious friends Renzo and Speedy too. You were there when she had her son aka your favorite and only nephew. Which means you spoiled him absolutely rotten whenever you could, especially on his birthday. You had organized a major birthday party for him in the park with large bouncy houses and barbecue.

You noticed Kamal and Imani talking to a tall white guy you had never seen before while you were fixing up the gift table and they walked over with a new one. “Yo y/n this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is y/n, Imani’s best friend” Before Imani and Kamal could say anything else, they were called over by another family member.

“It’s nice to meet you” “It’s very nice to meet you too, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you, how come i’ve never met you before Jeremy” “Oh Kamal and I met recently, we I mean I play basketball with Renzo and Speedy and he’s been giving me some advice and stuff on that” Jeremy was completely overexplaining himself but he couldn’t help it. He was very nervous because of how pretty he thought you were.

“So you’ve met dumb and dumber” You joked, referring to Renzo and Speedy. The two of you laughed together until Renzo came over to annoy you like he always does. “Look who it is, Chubby bunny and Justin Bieber” “Renzo can you shut the fuck up” You said while rolling your eyes at his childishness. “Yo white boy, you tell her you a G-league reject yet?” “I’m not a G-League reject. I’m an athlete on hiatus due to health reasons.” Renzo patted Jeremy’s chest and sarcastically said “Yeah right” You rolled your eyes at him again but luckily this time he left. Or so you thought, he wasn’t next to Jeremy anymore but he was behind you and you had no idea.

Ignoring Renzo’s unnecessary comments towards him you decided to bring up the only part that seemed relevant based off of Jeremy’s reply. “So you’re an athlete?” “Something like that, yeah” He suddenly became bashful and it was one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen.

“Well that’s great, I'm actually an athlete myself!”

*Cough*”Sure don't look like one” *cough* Renzo mumbles VERY indiscreetly behind you. You turned aggressively and glared at him, scaring him enough to finally walk away and leave you and Jeremy alone. Jeremy kisses his teeth in annoyance. “Don’t listen to him, he's always an asshole” he says, trying to comfort you at Renzo’s offensive comment. But unknowingly to him, you were already used to not just Renzo’s but other people’s rude and unnecessary comments. Especially being a plus sized girl in a sport where skinny is the norm.

Shaking your head you tell him “No it’s fine, most people have their own idea of what an athlete is supposed to look like anyway.” you shrug it off.

“Plus i’ve known Renzo for way too long. I’m used to it.”

“Why don’t I come to one of your games? What team do you play for?”

You looked at him super confused until it hit you that Jeremy must’ve thought you played basketball. Quickly correcting him you reply “Oh no no I don't play basketball..or any kind of ball actually..” as you laugh awkwardly.

“So you…..” “Skate…i’m a figure skater”

Jeremy’s eyes go wide with excitement “No way, that’s cool as fuck.” “You do those crazy spins and stuff then. That’s super impressive.”

“I mean I suppose it is..” “Don’t be humble about it, that takes a lot of talent y/n”

“Thanks Jeremy” “I’d love to come watch you perform some day actually” He suggested and took a step closer to you. At first you were hesitant but I mean…he’s cute and he seems nice so far, what harm could it cause? Plus those bright blue eyes were very mesmerizing in the sunlight, how could you possibly say no?

“Yeah sure we’ll make that happen then.” You shrugged calmly but on the inside you were freaking out.

As agreed, Jeremy showed up to your next competition and the next…and the next and now he’d even show up to your practices. He found it mesmerizing how smooth you’d glide and how graceful you’d twirl. He was still getting over his fear of the big leaps and the jumps but he loved watching you do what you did best. After the second competition he attended he asked you out to dinner which led to the two of you laughing and conversing all night.

After the third competition you two shared your first kiss right outside your mom’s bakery. And yes your mom caught you two and she could not hide the excitement of finally meeting the boy you wouldn’t shut up about. Texts became daily and non stop between the two of you and so did casual drives and hangouts. Like right now you two were laying in his bed talking about his parents.

“So you’ve been living here since then all by your self?” “Uhm…not exactly. My ex, Tatiana lived with me for a while till we broke up.”

“Oh….you used to date Tati…..the ballerina?”

“The dancer, yeah. You know her?”

“Uhm no, not really.”

Now that was a lie. You and Tatiana went to the same elementary and dance classes when you were little. You even liked her a lot as a friend until she crushed your dreams of wanting to be an ice skater when you were 8. She even went as far as comparing you to a Chubby bunny, causing the nickname to stick around even after she switched schools.

You never saw Tatiana in person again but you definitely remember her.

“Are you guys still in touch?” “I mean we work at the same gym but we’re just civil now. Why?”

“Just wondering, Jer”

“Hmm. What about you then?” He asked you.

“What about me?”

“Who’s your ex? Is he some crazy ice skating olympian i gotta watch out for?” He said jokingly, making you both laugh.

“Not far off, he’s actually a crazy football player.”

Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. “Please don’t tell me he’s in the NFL y/n.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatics.

“Even if he was, I wouldn’t know Jer. He broke up with me a year before we graduated college and completely ghosted me so I have no idea.”

“Well that’s an asshole move.”

“Tell me about it.”

The mood in the room suddenly got sad and Jeremy wasn’t having it.

“Want me to order pizza? We can get your favorite toppings.”

If one thing made you happy aside from being on the ice it was food.

And just like that the mood was restored and the night went on perfectly.

It had been a couple days since youd seen Jeremy in person due to long practices while also helping your mom with her deliveries. Today you finished said deliveries a bit early and had a special batch that your mom had made specially for Jeremy. You knew these were the hours he was usually at the gym so you drove straight to there.

Walking into the gym with the tupperware and a big smile on your face excited to see your favorite basketball playing hippie. Your excitement decreased the moment you spotted him though. There he was, being a bit more than just civil with you guessed it, Tatiana. Her hand was on his arm and they were both laughing very amicably. A million thoughts started racing through your brain but before you could escape, Tati noticed you standing at the door and pointed you out to Jeremy.

Once he turned around to see you standing there his smile somehow grew even bigger than it already was. Jeremy started making his way towards you but felt like walking was taking too long so he did a little awkward jog.

“Hey pretty, I didn’t know you were coming” He wrapped his long arms around you in a crushing hug only to realize you weren’t squeezing him back like you normally would.

Pulling away he noticed the tupperware box in your hand. “I just wanted to bring you these vegan cookies my mom made, she wanted you to try them before she adds them to her inventory at the bakery” Is what you said as simple as possible while trying to hide your true feelings of what you saw when you walked in but your bluntness and lack of usual excitement was suspicious to Jeremy.

Regardless, he took the tupperware from your hands when you handed it to him but couldn’t help and double check on you.

“That’s so sweet of her, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah im totally cool but I gotta get going”

Rushing out of the gym you hear him yell “I’ll text you after your practice!!” without looking back so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes you yell back saying “No need, its gonna be a late one!”

It wasn’t a total lie, you did go to practice but it wasn’t a scheduled one. You just wanted to get your mind off of your own insecurities for a bit while also practicing a certain move you just couldn’t get down. Staying true to the distracting yourself part, hours had gone by and you didn’t even notice.

After trying the one-handed biellman for what felt like the thousandth time and failing, you frustratedly sat on the floor angrily. “Don’t beat yourself up too bad, you almost had it” You jumped a little because you were not expecting to see anyone else at the rink and you were also in your own world until he spoke. It was none other than your once skating partner, Michael. “I’m embarrassed you even saw that, how long have you been standing there?” You still didn’t even bother standing up from your slumped position on the cold ground. “I forgot my charger in the locker room so I came back to get it and then I saw you getting frustrated.” “Want some advice?” “I’ll take all the help I can get Mike” “Say less, c’mon get up” He put his ice skates on and joined you on the ice.

After four consistent tries with Michael’s advice you were finally able to do the spin successfully. Out of pure joy and excitement you both hugged each other with laughs of relief and pride.

“Ahem” The sudden sound made you both turn to the direction of its source to find Jeremy standing there looking quite upset. “So this is why you left in such a hurry and didn’t wanna text me back?” He had his arms spread out to really show you that he was angry. Michael immediately got the message and decided it was time for him to leave. Once Michael was finally away from both of you’s vicinity he repeated his question since you had yet to answer. “So this is what you’re doing now?” At this point you had skated closer to him and you were eye to..almos eye. “What are you even talking about?” Was all you could ask, what did he mean by ‘this’? “You get all weird from me talking to Tati but you’re allowed to be in a rink alone with some buff ass dude?” his voice was slowly raising and he was visibly turning pink.

How did he figure out it was about Tatiana, did she tell him that she knew me?

“Hello?” “That is not the same Jeremy” “HOW IS IT NOT THE SAME Y/N?” Him raising his voice was your final straw, the tears you had been holding back came flooding down along with your insecure thoughts.

“UNLIKE YOU, NOT ALL MEN THAT TRY TO TALK TO ME WANT ME JEREMY.” Jeremy the oh so clueless was oblivious to everything that you have noticed during the few months of you two being together.

“That’s not true” He shook his head in disagreement.

“YES IT IS TRUE, YOURE JUST TOO OBLIVIOUS TO NOTICE IT, EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU GO OUT WITH ME SOME GIRL BLATANTLY FLIRTS WITH YOU AS IF IM NOT THERE”

“PEOPLE DONT APPROACH ME THE WAY THEY DO YOU OKAY SO ITS NOT THE SAME”

“YOU COULD LEAVE ME FOR SOME BETTER LOOKING GIRL ANY MOMENT LIKE EVERY OTHER GUY HAS, SO FORGIVE ME FOR TRYING TO PROTECT MY OWN FEELINGS”

Even after months of knowing you and being with you Jeremy had never seen you this hurt and angry before. You are the most soft spoken and calmest person he had ever been close to so to say he was shocked was an understatement. Along with his shock came speechlessness. All he could do was stare at you apologetically, full of regret for not putting himself in your shoes. He thought that he could think of the right words to fix things and get your relationship back to where it was a few days ago but the next words that came out of your mouth felt like a knife being twisted into his chest. The tears in his eyes mirrored yours. “I think what we had was fun but I don’t think we should continue whatever this was” “y/n don’t say that” “I’m sorry Jeremy”

Without even giving him a chance to defend his case, you skated off to the locker rooms leaving him to sulk in his heartbreak.

While you cried in the locker room, Jeremy decided to leave and give you some space. Deciding against driving all the way home with how much he was crying, he went to the person he knew could help him get you back. After three knocks on the door Kamal opened it to find Jeremy. He was surprised at his sudden visit only to become worried once Jeremy looked up and he noticed the sniffling, red nose and face covered in tears. “Yo what are you doing here? wait are you crying?” Jeremy was already so exhausted from crying that he only felt like saying the minimum. “Can I please talk to Imani? y/n just broke up with me and I don’t even know how to fix this”

Noting Jeremy’s distress Kamal decided that he’d leave his curiosity for another time. “Yeah..yeah sure, come in, I'll get her.” After offering Jeremy a seat at the dinner table Imani decided it was best to help him calm down first. “Would you like some tea Jeremy?” “Uh yeah some tea would be nice” He replied. “Okay what kind of tea would you like?”

Jeremy thought about it then simply said “I’ll just take the hottest one”

To which Imani just stared blankly in confusion. She still questioned why you were so fascinated by this goofy white boy. “….Okay” shaking her head Imani left to make him some tea.

Once Jeremy took a couple sips of the tea and had calmed down quite a bit, Imani decided to initiate the conversation that Jeremy suddenly seemed to be avoiding.

“Okay so what’s up with you and y/n? I thought everything was cool with you two”

“i don't know what went wrong so fast, she saw me with Tati at work and started acting all reserved. She wouldn't text me back for hours so I went to the rink and that's when I found her with some buff ass guy” “You mean Michael?” “I don’t know his name” Jeremy shrugged “Was he fine as hell?”At Jeremy’s offended stare Imani confirmed that it indeed, was Michael. “Sorry, go on” “As I was saying, I saw her with some buff ass guy and I may or may not have shown some jealousy”

Knowing you,Imani had more than an inkling that there was more to the story. “And?” “And that's when she lost it. I mean I had no idea she felt that way Imani. I would've done anything to reassure her from those thoughts if I knew” Jeremy’s voice had gotten more trembly the more he thought about how hurt you were during the argument. He decided to end his story there, not wanting to cry his eyes out in front of your best friend at her dinner table.

Imani could see that you meant a lot to Jeremy. She may not understand your attraction to the guy but you meant a lot to her too and that is something that her and the curly headed white boy had in common. She couldn’t believe that she was about to help him get back in your good graces but here goes nothing. She took a deep sigh and repositioned herself. “Listen Jeremy it’s not your fault, y/n has a lot of insecurities she’s still working on that have nothing to do with you. However, I haven’t seen her this confident and happy in a minute so you must've been doing something right.” She encouraged him. But Jeremy was already wallowing in guilt. “Yeah well that didn’t last very long did it” “Look, what i'm saying is…you gotta be honest and straight up with y/n about your feelings. Tell her how you really feel and what you really think. Never leave anything up for assumption with y/n, that’s one advice i'll give you. You didn’t hear this from me but that girl loves your pale ass. So go get your girl NSYNC” “ I actually prefer Justin Timberlake” “Jeremy..” “Yes?” “Get the fuck out of my house and go get y/n back” “Yes ma’am”

#ice bound #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #jeremy x reader #jeremy wmcj #wmcj fanfic #moody fics #moody4world

[minawritesfanfic]

Backyard Boy Part 3

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: School is officially back in session and things are looking great, well we’re looking great. An unexpected reunion at the beginning of class is throwing you for a loop, and it seems you aren’t going to be able to avoid the impending confrontation. But hey pizza with your favorite drummer boy is bound to make you feel better, right..?

Part 3

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Summer came and went faster than I wanted it to but at least it was fun, I was able to split my time evenly between hanging out with Rodrick and Racrn. Racrn is the silly little acronym I came up with using the first letters of everyone's names: Renatta, Alejandro, Cecily, Reese, and Nolan. Apparently, they liked it too, and it ended up sticking as a nickname for the group. It was just an easier way to refer to the group compared to ‘insert someone's name and them’. Lame and obnoxiously wordy.

School finally started up again, in my senior year. In a sorta new town, new friends, new clothes, and a very new me. I walked into the school like I had months before during the last week of school, this was different though. No longer did tension hang heavy in the air from final exams, instead the air was full of life and excitement as students talked through the hallways buzzing with joy and telling their peers the glories or tragedies of their summer break.

I exhaled with a smile, very happy about the changed atmosphere, and made my way through the sea of people to my locker. It was in one of the main school hallways which thankfully wasn’t too crowded at the moment. I opened it and tucked my backpack neatly inside before pulling out some of the locker decorations I’d bought the week before. I lined the inner part of the door with taped-up pictures, one from hangouts with Racrn, pictures of me and Rodrick, and a few cute stickers. I smiled at the sight of my freshly customized locker then grabbed the stuff I’d need for class before shutting and locking my locker.

I headed towards the stairs hoping to make it to my first period in time when I spotted a certain black-haired dork standing off to the side. He talked animatedly to his friends as he twirled a drumstick idly in his hand, he glanced over at me when he presumably felt me staring. He flashed me a grin and I waved and mouthed a ‘Don’t be late to class’ before walking off. I didn’t manage to catch him rolling his eyes before I disappeared up the stairs though.

My first few classes weren’t that bad, it was a bunch of electives since I opted out of most of the classes I already had enough credits for. Except for math, for some stupid reason, I needed to take it. My old school was apparently weird and because I didn’t finish out the secound semester for math I didn’t get the full credit, why or how that is I have no clue. So I buckled in mentally to take another math class, which of course was pre-calculus and my next class.

I walked into the classroom and it was partially empty as there were still three minutes until the bell rang. I smiled seeing Renatta was in class with me nodding along as a blonde girl spoke to her. I waved as I walked over, she waved back and the blonde girl turned to look at me.

“O m g! If it isn’t little ole California Sunshine themself, what on Earth brings you to this side of the world?” Heather fucking Hills said with that same condescending tone and smile on her pretty face.

I forced a smile while sitting down behind Renatta who looked like a deer in headlights, her mouth agape and all, looking between the two of us. I knew I would have a lot of explaining to do later and I was not at all looking forward to it.

“Nice to see you’re still the Same Heather, never thought I’d see you again.”

‘More like I hoped I’d never see you again.’

“I know, but seriously what are you doing here? Didn’t you totally say you’d never leave California, like ever?” She asked, quaking her head to the side, her face etched with fake curiosity and a hint of unease.

“Yeah that was the plan, but there was a pretty bad earthquake that ended up splitting our home in half. My parents were tired of earthquakes and moved us out here to completely avoid them. What are you doing here? I thought you lived in Oregon?”

“Okay, I’m going to cut you guys off right there. How the hell do you two know each other?!” Renatta asked, flabbergasted as she looked back and forth between us, Heather glanced quickly over at me but I didn’t even have to look at her to know what she was feeling.

“We met on a family vacation, she was in the room next to mine and we just ended up.. hanging out,” I said with a shrug and Heather just looked me up and down before turning away.

“Hanging out is a bit of an overstatement, but whatever.”

Renatta looked ready to ask more questions but as the bell rang, Mr. Lanaski began class giving her no opportunity to. I knew that this would only be a temporary measure though, as I had lunch with the whole Racrcn group next period. I slumped back into my chair and absently listened to the teacher as he gave us a rundown of how his class would be, it was even worse with me receiving knowing looks from both Renatta and Heather. Who I would also probably have to talk too soon, and I had no idea how that conversation would go.

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The bell rings and both girls try and drag me away with them out of the class, they cast glares at each other while everyone else is quickly filling out of the classroom. I managed to break free from their grasp but the looks on both their faces told me that I’d regret even trying to leave, I just started to pack my things as they argued about who gets to talk to me first.

“They were my friend before they were yours!” Heather huffs crossing her arms.

“I thought you guys barely even hung out, besides don’t you have a class to go to? We’re headed to lunch.” Renatta snapped back flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Oh really? That’s perfect, we’re all friends, yeah, so I’ll join you at your lunch table.”

“Oh, absolutely not!-“ Renatta began but I immediately opted out of sitting with Heather AND Racrn at one lunch table, before either of them could react I grabbed my stuff and bolted out of the classroom.

Thankfully the hallway was still crowded so I could blend in and quickly get away, once I felt safe I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I headed to my locker ready to drop off my stuff and spend lunch anywhere but the library when I felt someone blow on the back of my neck and whisper.

“Boo.” I jumped and slammed my locker shut, I turned slowly praying it wasn’t Heather or Renatta but thankfully it was just Rodrick.

“Jeez Rodrick, don't do that! You scared the ever-loving shit outta me!” I said with a heavy sigh and leaned back against my locker while Rodrick stepped back his hands in the air to surrender.

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist, anyways where are you headed next?”

“I have lunch right now but I’m definitely not going to that cafeteria, for a number of reasons.”

“Perfect, cuz I was wondering if you would be down to skip the rest of school with me. It’s all just boring ass-“

I didn’t even let him finish trying to convince me, “Yes! I mean yeah, let’s cut school. Nothing important I’m going to miss out on, let’s go.”

He was a bit surprised by how readily I agreed but rolled with it, he led me out of the school to where his van was parked then we peeled out of the parking lot. I let out a relieved sigh as I watched the school grow smaller in the rearview mirror, though I could see Rodrick eyeing me curiously out of the corner of my eye.

“So… what do you want to go and do?”

“You asked me to ditch and didn’t even have a plan to do anything?”

“I didn’t expect to get that far okay! I figured you’d be a stick in the mud and I’d just have to ask Ben to skip with me.” I just laughed and shook my head.

“Fine, since I’m skipping lunch let’s go grab something to eat then we could hang out at my place. How’s that sound?”

“You had me at lunch.” He said with a grin speeding off to the nearest fast food joint.

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We ended up splitting a pizza, Rodrick ate on the floor while I sat in a bean bag chair I’d recently gotten. Rodrick talked on and on all, while he ate, I was perfectly content on just half listening and trying to be grossed out that he talked while he ate. I was kind of lost in my own head, trying to figure out what to do. I glanced over at my phone and sat on my bed, I was not looking forward to the dozens of calls I likely already had from Renatta.

“- and then he turned into an alien and kidnapped me… Dude, are you even listening?” Rodrick said and I snapped my gaze down to him, nodding quickly.

“Uh huh yeah, an alien guy kidnapped you- no I’m sorry I wasn’t at all. Just start again from the party I’m listening to now.” He shook his head and sat up, taking another slice of pizza.

“Nah it’s not that important, talk to me. You’ve seemed out of it since we left school, what’s up?” He took a bite out of his pizza and gestured for me to talk, I let out a heavy sigh and sunk deeper into the bean bag chair.

“My entire world kinda just flipped on its axis? I mean it’s not that huge of a deal but maybe I’m minimizing it cuz if I do start thinking it’s that big of a deal I might just die on the spot. But uh so you know how I lived in Cali, right? I was on vacation in a different town there and met this girl, we bonded over some stuff and became really close. Well turns out she goes to our school and is kind of friends with Renatta, both of whom really want to talk to me. And I’m just not ready for it.” I paused letting some of that sink in as I finished the rest of my slice of pizza before going for another one.

“When do you think you’ll be ready to talk to them?”

“I don’t really know to be honest, I don’t even know what to say to either of them. But I can’t talk to one without talking to the other, and I can’t even talk to anyone about what we need to talk about. Which would easily explain how we know each other, just ugh I might just drop out.” I groaned and angrily took a bite out of my pizza as I stared up at my ceiling, Rodrick stayed silent for a moment thinking about what I said.

“Well you have to talk to them eventually, but they’ll both have to accept that that will only happen on your own time. So just like let them know that and take it slow. If they’re even worth your time they’ll understand and wait until you’re ready, especially if it’s important.” He said in between mouthfuls, though his words resonated with me.

He was right, I didn’t have to explain and talk about everything right now. Heather’s cool but she knows how much I have at stake here too and should understand where I’m coming from, and Renatta is still a newish friend and shouldn’t expect me to relay every little detail of my life to her.

“Thanks, Rodrick, that was really helpful. I don’t owe either of them an explanation or my time right now. You really rock dude.” I said with a smile feeling a little bit better.

But then the doorbell rang, again and again and again. I jumped shocked by the incessant ringing, Rodrick looked as surprised as I was and got up. He went into the hallway and peered through the blinds out the window before coming back into the room.

“By any chance.. was that girl you met on vacation Heather Hills?” He asked wide-eyed as he held the door frame, I nodded and stood shakily.

I could tell her that we would talk later, it would be simple enough right? It’s not like we left off on bad terms, we left off on great ones, right? No amount of reassurance seemed to work as I descended the stairs and made my way to the front door, the doorbell still ringing loudly through the house. But the closer I got the more clearly I could hear her yelling, I took a deep breath and opened the door. She was mid-doorbell press and all of Racrn stood behind her, all of them equally confused and loving the drama.

“Uhm Hi…?”

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#reader insert #x reader #fluff #minawritesfanfic #my writing #rodrick heffley x reader #drama #doawk rodrick #doawk #fanfic #fanfiction #part 3

[allthingsfangirl101]

Standing Up For Her–Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

"Hey, can you still come by after school and help me with that essay?"

"Of course," Y/N smiled. She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

I loved when she did that.

"I thought we were going to. . ."

"Nope," I cut Tommy off. "Y/N's helping me with homework."

Tommy glared at me and I glared back. The bell rang, ending lunch, but we didn't move.

"Umm. . . Steve?"

I finally looked over to see Y/N looking up at me with soft eyes. "We don't want to be late for science."

I grabbed her hand and sent her a nice smile. I couldn't help but glare at Tommy as Y/N pulled me away. Ever since I introduced Y/N to Carol and Tommy, they've been horribly judgmental of her. Tommy more than Carol. He refused to accept her and Carol just went along with it.

He never quite caught on to the fact that if he asked, I'd drop him for her in a minute.

"I don't understand," Y/N sighed as we sat at our two desks in the back.

"What don't you understand, beautiful?" I asked as I reached over and grabbed her hand. She looked down at our hands, intertwining them.

"Why don't they like me?" She asked, barely audible.

"Tommy and Carol," I said more like a statement than a question. "Baby, please don't be worried about their opinion of you. It doesn't matter. What matters is what I think of you, and I think you're great."

She smiled before leaning over and pressing her lips gently to mine. We pulled apart when Mr. Stevenson obnoxiously cleared his throat.

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"Where's your precious girlfriend?" Tommy taunted the second I got out of my car.

"She's at home studying."

"For what?" Carol scoffed.

"The science test we have on Friday."

"You mean the test that we were just told about? The one that's four days away?" Carol rolled her eyes. "She's literally the smartest person in our class. Why the hell does she need to study? She'll ace the test and ruin the curve for the rest of us normal people."

"Carol," I cut her off, "for once in your life, shut your damn mouth."

"What's your problem, man?" Tommy scoffed.

"You're both assholes, that's my problem."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah," I scoffed. "I'm serious."

"Why do you even like to spend so much time with her?" Tommy scoffed.

"Because she's real," I said through my teeth. "I don't have to put on a facade around her."

"Do you hear yourself?" Tommy scoffed.

"Neither one of you ever cared about her," I said, my anger showing through in my voice. "You never even liked her because she's not miserable like you two! She actually cares about other people."

"She's a freak!" Carol laughed.

"Watch your damn mouth!"

"Hey!" Tommy said, pushing me. "I don't know what's gotten into you, man, but you don't talk to her that way."

"But you're allowed to talk to my girl that way?" I scoffed.

"It's Y/N," Tommy said as he rolled his eyes.

That comment deserved him a punch to the jaw. It took him a second to respond. When he did, I didn't hold back. The only thing that stopped the fight was Carol pulling us apart.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harrington?" He yelled as he try to charge me, but Carol stopped him again. "What? Are you like in love with her or something?"

"Holy shit!" Carol laughed. "You're in love with Y/N."

"So what if I am?!" I scoffed. "Why is it so weird? I've known her since we were little. I've known her longer than I've known you."

"It's wimpy," Tommy scoffed.

"What's wimpy about a guy loving a girl?" Carol asked in a tone that would ultimately end in Tommy taking care of himself for a couple of days.

"It's just. . . I thought. . ."

"Go be with Y/N," Carol cut off Tommy without looking away from him. She finally looked at me and smiled. "And tell her what you just told us."

"Thank you," I whispered before turning on my heel and jogging to my car.

As I drove to her house, I nervously drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. Ever since Tommy made a comment about my feelings for Y/N, I have had this weird feeling. It was almost like my stomach was jumping around and it wouldn't settle down. As I pulled in front of her house, my heart was skipping so many beats I was surprised I was still alive.

I took a shaky breath, gathering my courage to get out of the car. When I finally did, I went around the house to Y/N's bedroom window. I instantly started climbing on their trash can, onto their roof, and over to Y/N's room. I knelt down and knocked on the window.

My heart jumped into my throat when Y/N moved her curtains aside. Her eyes widened. That's when I remembered my fight with Tommy.

"Steve!" She gasped as soon as she opened the window. "What happened to you?"

I couldn't help but smile as she grabbed my hand and helped me into her room. She didn't let go of me as she led me over to her bed. She sat me down and ran to her bathroom. She came back with a small first aid kit in her hand. I watched as she quickly and instantly started cleaning my cuts. As she did this, my eyes never left hers.

She finally broke the silence when she was done cleaning me up. "What happened?" She asked.

"It was nothing."

"Steve," she sighed, her voice breaking. "It doesn't look like nothing. You show up at my window, covered in bruises. It's not nothing. Please tell me what happened."

I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on her face.

"I got into a fight with Tommy," I whispered.

"What?" She gasped, moving her head so my hand fell away from her.

"It's not a big deal," I said quickly. "It was just a stupid fight."

"Why?"

"What?" I stuttered.

"Why did you guys fight?" She clarified. When I didn't answer her, she continued, "Steve, you and Tommy don't just fight. Something started it. Now, tell me what it was."

"It was you," I whispered. The look in her eyes dropped.

"Me?" She asked, her voice getting caught in her throat as she took a step away from me.

"He made some comments," I stood up as I tried to explain. "I stood up for you."

"Wait," she cut me off. "Are you saying. . . I'm the reason you and your best friend fought?"

"You're my best friend, Y/N," I corrected. "And no one gets away with insulting you in front of me."

"Steve," she stuttered.

"I love you," I cut her off. I heard her suck in a breath. I used her shock to my advantage. I grabbed her hands in mine as gently as I could.

"I'm madly, crazily, perfectly in love with you."

I laughed as Y/N quickly closed the gap between us by practically tackling me into a hug. We fell back on her bed as she pressed her lips to mine. We moved our lips messily in sync until neither one of us could breathe. She broke the kiss, hovering over me.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #joe #keery #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

[ortegaversesimp]

Enid had been in New York for a couple of days now, It was so Similar but so different from San Francisco. People Just seemed to be in such a God damn hurry all the time.

It was supposed to be a relaxing trip for her first break of the semester of her senior year. Well as relaxing as it can be when surrounded by drunken college kids already wearing their kooky Halloween costumes days in advance.

Wednesday had offered for Enid to join her in Jersey for the break, Thing in rapid agreement, but Enid knew her beautiful roomate had been looking forward to going on a probably highly illegal and dangerous trip with her uncle Fester when she got home. She almost heard a slither of excitement enter her roomies usual monotone voice when Wednesday had told her about her beloved Uncles letter. It came through the window by a freaking hawk like she was living in some fucked up Harry Potter shit.

Anyway It was Senior year, she had to start planning for what she would do after graduation. The whole reason why she was currently in New York in the first place was to look at courses at an impressive looking Blackmore University and searching for apartments that may be available next semester.

No time to waste on pretty girls....or so she thought.

One persistent creep annoying and following a short college age girl, plus Enid trying to be helpful plus one angry misplaced punch on the blondes nose by said college girl equals Enid sitting across from said pretty girl  making plans for a guided tour around New York from an apologetic Tara Carpenter.

"I can't believe you got us lost in Central Park" laughed Enid as Tara struggled with the second lock on her apartment door.

The heavy door finally opened, Tara rushed inside dragging the laughing werewolf by her obnoxious I heart NYC shirt in behind her.

Enid watched the girl she had grown to care for, rush past her while hiding rosie colored cheeks to switch on the lamp next to a well loved couch that looked like it belonged in a college kids first apartment away from home...or a crackden, but who was Enid to judge? She was still sharing a communal fridge with 5 other teenage girls. One who takes a full shelf with her O positive blood bags (Yoko really needs her own mini fridge for Christmas)

"Oh Shut up blondie" Tara snarked with an embarrassed grin, pulling a smiling Enid on top of her on Enids new favorite couch.

"Why I never!" gasped Enid in overdramatic horror. One hand cluching her chest in mock offense while her other kept her from crushing the gorgeous girl beneath her.

"I thought you found me hilarious and charming?! Enid pouted looking into mirthfilled chocolate orbs.

"I can think of a much better use for your hilarious and charming mouth" Tara said while tugging the hovering blonde closer.

"As you wish" Enid smiled, Tara's eyes brightening even further that Enid had remembered a passing comment on the young Carpenters favorite childhood movie.

Their lips met surprisingly softly. As if they were two young teenagers finally having their first kiss.

Quickly soft pecks turned more passionate. Enid hands respectfully on slender hips, in a slightly bruising grip. Doing her best not to let little growls of pleasure exit her lips. 'That might be a bit much for a first make out session with a normie' thought Enid as she felt Tara's hands slide under her shirt.

Tara's warm hands freezing on Enids stomach. Slowly pulling away from the whimpering outcast.

Enid opened her eyes in a daze and looked into confused and slightly worried ones staring back at her.

" Are you ok?" whispered Enid. Hands immediately leaving hips.

" Was that too much" worry poured from Enids mouth as she shifted her weight off the smaller woman.

Tara stared at Enid in shocked confusion. A thousand questions flickering in her eyes as Enid patiently waited for her to gather her thoughts.

"Wha..what happend?" Tara finally spoke out.

Enid tilted her head to the side looking every bit the confused pup Wednesday always playfully called her.

" The scars Enid" Tara said quietly, as if afraid she would push Enid into a breakdown.

To Tara's surprise, Enid let out a small sigh of relief, shoulders no longer hunched in anxious worry.

Enid allowed her weight to return to her partners body, hands returning to hips, soothingly rubbing in gentle circles.

"Oh yeah! I fought something" Enid said with a proud grin stretching her mouth. Looking now like a puppy waiting for a treat (huh maybe Wednesday had a point with the puppy comparisons thought Enid, pushing the thought to the back of her mind).

"You fought -WHAT DID YOU FIGHT A LION?!" Tara exclaimed in disbelief, looking at Enid as if she grew an extra head on her shoulders.

Enid couldn't help but laugh, a lion would have been child's play compared to Tyler and his giant ugly ass head.

"Just a monster" Enid shrugged. Not particularly wanting to talk about it, she afterall never escaped unscathed.

Enid now had a slight moment of worry and heartbreak that maybe the scars on her body to go along with her face might be too much for the normie girl.

Tara freezes as those words leave Enids mouth. Sam, Mindy and Chad's voices shouting in her head. Telling her she doesn't know this girl. She's obviously been involved in some danger. Telling her to ask Enid to leave and not to come back.

Looking into the deep worry ridden ocean eyes surprisingly silenced all those trusted voices.

Tara took Enid trembling hand with her own scarred hand and took it  softly off her waist, sliding it up her loose fitting top urging enids hand around her back to where various healed stab wounds lay.

Enids horrified eyes met Tara's.

" I fought one too."

#enid sinclair #ortegaverse #Enid x Tara #tara carpenter #Enid in her NY era #fanfiction

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Golden hour - Tom Riddle x Reader

Chubby, she/her, afab, Hufflepuff, shorter than Tom, glasses wearing reader!

I spent more time writing this out on c.ai instead of actually writing this lol. also i borrowed stuff from other Tom/reader fics that i read on ao3

Warning; Smut, fingering- Idk, body worship and lots of touching. Oh and OOC Tom because canon him would never act like this at all. We’re all delulu~

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Why was he even here? He hated parties!

He barely tolerated the Slug club parties, so how had his followers convinced him to come to this party with loud music, drinking, dancing, and other obnoxious things? He kept to himself for nearly the entire party-declining any invitations to dance or drink.

He was bored, and starting to feel that buzz as he drank his alcoholic butterbeer. He was very much a lightweight as he learned thanks to this stupid party-he was only his 2nd drink and it had barely any alcohol in it. “let's play a truth game!” someone called over the music and a few people cheered and soon there was a pretty big group of people in a semi-circle in front of the Slytherin fireplace-Tom had somehow been dragged into this with Abraxas and Nott sitting next to him.

There was a vile of truth potion being passed around and Tom was bored enough to take a sip-hoping he didn’t regret this.

There were tame questions like ‘when’s the last time you cheated on a test?’ and ‘what’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleeping?’ or more embarrassing things like ‘have you ever shit your pants after the age of 5’ or ‘what’s your most embarrassing story?’

All well and fine, until it was Tom’s turn and the universe decided to torture him. “Hey, Tom,” A very drunk Slytherin 7th year asked, Tom barely remembered his name-Alvin Zabini if he did remember correctly. Tom hummed, swirling what was left of his butterbeer in the glass he held. “who do you have a crush on? Like-wanna snog em crush?”

Tom flushed like a Gryffindor scarf, his jaw dropping. What kinda question was that?! But the words slipped out of his mouth before he could shut himself up. “(y/n),” Tom slapped his hand over his mouth and mentally screamed.

Oh Salazar-he did NOT just say that!!!

He did.

His answer seemed to sober up a lot of the group-some of his followers looking at him in utter shock. “-as in-(y/n) (l/n)? the muggleborn…the Hufflepuff?” one of the other boys asked, blinking in surprise. Tom had never shown any interest in anyone, much less (y/n)-so…it was quite a shock. Tom groaned into his hand and slowly nodded, still being influenced by the truth potion.

“Holy shit, you like (y/n)?” Abraxas asked, his eyes wide and Tom was already sick of these questions. “Yes-I like her, now fuck off-go embarrass someone else.” Tom hissed, crossing his arms-suddenly feeling very sober as the group went quiet for a few moments and then finally moved on with the game.

The party dies out soon after that and everyone goes back to their rooms, Tom grabs a shower to get rid of that sticky feeling he’s had for nearly an hour now and goes to bed with a small headache, hoping everyone was far too drunk to remember anything in the morning.

His reputation depended on it.

-

Oh.dear.god.

His followers remembered, and they were using the fact that Tom wouldn’t do anything bad in public to their full advantage.

“heeey (y/nn)~” Lestrange sang as (y/n) walked up behind Tom intending to move around him to get to her next class. She furrowed her brows in confusion as Tom full-on smacked Lestrange for doing that, his ears a deep pink.

“Hi?” (y/n) said, fully confused, Lestrange-or any of the pureblood boys- had never called her by her name before-it was usually mudblood or her last name. Tom made a face at his giggling followers that made them all shut up and Tom sighed.

“Ignore them, please.” Tom nearly stressed the last word as he glared at his followers and (y/n) slowly nodded, rearranging her books as she went to move on, confused by this new behavior from the pureblood boys. Tom had always been civil-even with people he didn’t like-so he didn’t confuse her.

Malfoy on the other hand, was. he was glancing between Tom and her with a stupid grin and Tom clearly wanted to smack it off. “Oookay, then, see you in defense,” (y/n) muttered, waving to Tom as she hurried to herbology.

“Bye, (y/n)~!” Malfoy sang, laughing as Tom smacked him over and over again with his bag-the red starting to spread across his face. (y/n) just shook her head and went on to class, weirdos.

Later Tom sat down next to her in defense class and buried his face in his arms, his ears bright red. He looked utterly…embarrassed? (y/n) had never seen that expression on his face before. “You okay?” (y/n) asked quietly as class began and Tom groaned into his arms, all day his followers had just been teasing him non-stop about his crush on (y/n)

“…I’ll take that as a no,” (y/n) chuckled and Tom felt his stone-cold heart flutter with warmth at the sound of it and he groaned again. All his life he thought he wouldn’t ever fall in love or have a crush-or even be attracted to anyone. He never understood what the boys his age were talking about when they said a girl was cute or how they would get all flustered and nervous when the girl they liked walked over.

But now he got it-he understood.

And he almost hated it.

Because (y/n) made him fumble, (y/n) made him stutter and lose focus, (y/n) made him want to ignore all his plans and obligations to just stare at her forever, (y/n) made him want her. He nearly died during the first month of 6th year and it was too damn hot-leading everyone with a free period to go to the black lake to cool off. Tom had been dragged by his friends and he ended up looking like a tomato under one of the trees as he watched (y/n) wear nothing but a swimsuit, hugging all of her curves and chub so perfectly he was bloody drooling at it.

He had decided to try and study while his friends were goofing off at the lake-but he ended up getting nothing done as he stared at (y/n), his brain supplying him with many thoughts; none of them innocent.

She had caught him staring and Tom nearly broke his neck looking away-his face bright red as she got dressed, hiding her body behind her clothes again, and Tom wanted nothing more to see below the swimsuit, to claim the Hufflepuff girl as his own.

At the time-he thought he had gone mad, maybe he was sick-a fever making him act and think in such a crude way! He was the bloody heir of Slytherin and he shouldn’t, couldn’t, think of someone that way-much less a mud….muggleborn Hufflepuff.

God he couldn't even call her that name, she had taken over his brain and made butterflies swarm his stomach.

He was utterly doomed when Professor Slughorn partnered them up for a potions assignment, and Tom was standing stiffly next to his crush(that was turning to full-blown obsession) as she diligently worked. That was another thing he liked about her-she was serious when it came to her studies. She was very quirky and goofy with her friends, and he…adored her laugh(goddamn her loved her laugh, it made him feel lightheaded and he finally understood what it meant to look at someone and smile unknowingly). But during class, she was straightforward and kept focused-though sometimes she had to pause and fiddle with something so she could regain that focus.

(if he remembered correctly, sometimes she couldn’t sit still and would be tapping her fingers, or her legs, or making sounds with her mouth to burn energy. Stimming? He think she called it? he had no clue what that was about)

But as they were working-(y/n) reached across the table to grab something and her chest brushed his arm-and he had a small mental reboot at the small feeling. His mind going haywire as (y/n) apologized quietly and went back to work-unable to focus on anything as the moment replayed in his mind-supplying filthy fantasies and desires of the just older Hufflepuff girl.

“-om…Tom? Did you hear what I said?” Tom snapped back to reality and he snapped his head down to look at (y/n), his brow raised. “Hmm? Sorry,” Tom muttered, having not listened to a word she said. “Could you repeat that?”

(y/n) smiled a bit and Tom couldn’t help but stare at her lips-just wanting to take her face and-(y/n) held up the glass bowl of Sopophorous beans. “Could you juice these, please?” (y/n) asked and Tom nodded, taking the bowl-a jolt of electricity flowing down his arm as his fingers brushed (y/n)’s.

Bloody hell he was so doomed.

He could hardly focus on juicing the beans-the classroom fading out of sight as the girl beside him took all his attention, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. Tom swallows as she adjusts her glasses, her lashes gently brushing against the lens and her cheeks as she blinks.

He pushes down the sudden need to touch (y/n), his fingers burning with the want as (y/n) takes the bean juice and pours it carefully into the potion, her lips parted slightly in concentration and Tom wants to kiss her and-god what was wrong with him?!

His breath stutters faintly as (y/n) looks at him and nods towards the end of the table-she didn’t want to lean across and make his arm touch her chest again. “Could you grab the powdered fairy wings, please?” (y/n) asks, her shoulder brushing against Tom’s arm and another jolt of lightning runs through his body.

“Of course,” Tom mutters, his face cool and calm-the opposite of his mind as he grabs the jar and hands it to (y/n), their fingers touching again and sending another jolt down his arm, watching as she does exactly as the book says and puts a few teaspoons of the powdered wings into the cauldron.

She stirs the potion and it turns a different color-just as described in the book. Tom turns his attention to (y/n), his lips parted slightly. Brilliant.

He notices her lip quirk a bit and her eyes flickering about the table-she was missing something. “Is something missing?” Tom asks quietly and (y/n) taps the book for the missing ingredient.

“Cobra snake venom, it’s the last ingredient and I forgot it-could you grab it please?” (y/n) asks and Tom doesn’t even wait for her to finish as he turns on his heel and goes over to the cabinet holding the venom, taking the vile and walking back over to (y/n).

(y/n) takes the vile with a smile and pours exactly two tablespoons of it into the cauldron, stirring three times counterclockwise and then turning the heat down so the potion would simmer for three minutes. “Now we wait, and hope it doesn’t blow up.” (y/n) mutters, cleaning up their station while they waited. Tom helped of course-for once, he didn’t do most of the work and felt he should do something.

(y/n) reached across the table again and some of her scent flooded his senses. His eyes fluttered a bit as he smelled her by accident-coconut shampoo, vanilla and strawberry perfume, and caramel.

Fuck.

By some stupid power that takes over him, Tom reaches out and brushes his fingers into (y/n)’s hair, wanting to touch her, feel her.

He abruptly pulls back as (y/n) looks up at him, shocked to feel his fingers in her hair-luckily he has an excuse, but he stumbles through it-something he only does around (y/n). “uh-just…feather. Sorry, you had a feather in your hair.” Tom mutters, flicking away the small blue feather (y/n) had in her hair only a moment before.

(y/n) watches it float to the floor and slowly nods, turning back to the potion-which changes to a different color-and turning the burner off and letting it rest so they can safely pour it into a vile and hand it to Slughorn.

Tom stares at her-an ache in his chest for the girl before him-yearning to touch her, hold her, for her to be his. But in what world would it happen? How could he ever tell her about his feelings?

He comes up with the brilliant idea of secret admirer notes-letters to (y/n) telling her of his feelings so that she might know of them but not know it was him. It’s a bit sad, but he can’t keep it inside anymore-besides, his followers already know, maybe they’ll stop teasing him if someone starts sending her notes.

-

He has no idea how to write love letters he realizes; he agonizes over maybe 100 drafts that don’t even come close to good enough-let alone perfect. His waste basket is covered and filled with the tossed drafts and he sighs over his desk, glad he had a private room thanks to being head boy so none of his followers could see him like this-so…frustrated over not being able to write a love letter.

He didn’t know how to do any of this, he hardly knew how to act around (y/n), not when she made him lighthearted and dizzy, not when her laughter made him want to grin, not when her smile made his heart flutter like it never had before.

Finally he settled on just sending her short love poems instead of love letters-that way it was kind’ve pre-written for him at least. He goes over several romantic poem books and settles on a handful to write down and send to (y/n).

He sends the first during breakfast, waving his wand under the table and sending the small folded crane to (y/n) at the Hufflepuff table. It lands right in front of her and she frowns a bit, curiously picking the crane up and twisting it about. It unfolds in her palm and as soon as she reads what Tom had written-her expression turns to flustered surprise as her jaw drops-one of her friends seeing what Tom had written and squealing.

“You have a secret admirer! (y/n)!!” (y/n) sputters and shakes her head, trying to deny this and handing it off to one of her friends.

“i-no, it can't be for me-Sarah, it’s for you. It must be.” (y/n) attempts to hand it off to Sarah, a pretty Hufflepuff that had gained a lot of attention within the last year. She grins and shakes her head-pushing the note back to (y/n).

“It landed in front of you, (y/n). It’s for you.” (y/n) sputtered a bit at her friend's insistence that someone liked her enough to write and send a love poem-her face hot and her lips pressed tightly together as she looked back down at the note-whoever had written it had very pretty handwriting.

‘'Anything Else- I want to plant a seed in your mind, some tiny particle of thought that bears a remnant of me. So little by little, day by day, you find yourself thinking of me, until one morning, you will wake up and realize you can’t think of anything else. - your secret admirer’

Tom very much enjoys (y/n)’s reaction, watching from across the hall, his chin in his palm and his fingers splayed across his face. This reaction was exactly what he was hoping for-and he found it so cute that she denied it was for her. His insecure little flower.

Yes. She was his now. He couldn't deny it anymore, she would be his and he was never going to let her go once she allowed herself to be his.

But for now-until then-he would send the little love poems.

The next was during defense class, and he watched amused as the little crane landed in front of her and unfolded in her palm again-a small squeak escaping (y/n) as she read the note.

‘Eros- If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you. – your secret admirer’

(y/n) hid the note before the professor could see it and she kept glancing at it through class, a small grin peaking at her lips. She liked that one then, good. One note at a time-he’ll have (y/n) fall for him and soon, she would be his.

All his.

He sends another the next day, during charms class-watching amused from the other side of the room as (y/n) smacks her hands over her face and silently screams as her friend giggles at the note-putting it in (y/n)’s pocket before the professor can see them squealing over a little love note.

Tom smirks at (y/n)’s expression, which is soft and crunched, quirking her lip at the note that she snuck back out of her pocket.

‘A Timeline.

You and I

against a rule, set for us by time. A marker drawn to show our end, etched into its line. The briefest moment shared with you— the longest on my mind.-your secret admirer’

(y/n) shoves her friend away playfully as they tease (y/n). “Someone must be smitten with you to write all these (y/n), seriously, I’m a bit jealous.” The friend laughs and (y/n) pouts a bit, shoving them one last time and pocketing the note again, turning her attention back to class as she tries to force her cheeks to cool back down.

Tom is smitten, and he was going to make (y/n) so flustered she was going to explode.

He sends more and more little love poems throughout the next month, watching with a hidden grin as she stares intently at each one-her face steaming and her eyes soft, having to steal the notes back from her friends and then putting them in the book she had started collecting/keeping the notes in.

During this month-(y/n) asks to borrow Tom’s transfiguration notes during class, having forgotten her own. He easily hands them off-not thinking of how distinct his handwriting was. But (y/n) instantly sees the connection and her eyes widen slightly-somehow keeping her cool as she quickly copies Tom’s notes and hands them back, her face getting warm as their fingers brush against each other.

Tom was her secret admirer.

Tom. Marvolo. Riddle, liked her.

Tom-the head boy, proclaimed Prince of Slytherin-liked her.

He sent her love poems-hand written love poems, one-maybe five-a day for the last month.

….welp! Time for a breakdown~!

(y/n) rants to her friends as soon as they’re back in the dorms, pacing their room as they all stare in shock. “I mean-it’s Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle! Mr. untouchable!!! I mean-have any of you seen him even look at anyone in any way that isn’t absolute boredom or charm so he can-I don’t know-shmooze something out of them!? Out of everyone-he likes me?! The chubby Hufflepuff with the nerd glasses?!”

(y/n)’s friends all look at each other like this :|, and Sarah stands, grabbing (y/n)’s shoulder to stop her from self-destruction.

“(y/n),” Sarah starts seriously, moving her hands down to hold (y/n)’s hands tightly. “you are smart, pretty, with a damn hot body and a wonderful personality-he would be an idiot to not like you. And I am going to jinx you if you keep talking about yourself like that. Now. You’re going to write a little note back to Tom as revenge-then we’ll see if he means it all, okay?”

(y/n) takes a few deep breaths and nods, and with the help of her friends-makes a perfect note to send back to Tom, charmed to fold like a little crane like Tom had been doing and planning to send it during the potions study group the next day.

(y/n) is practically freaking out as she sits with her friends during study group the next day, her face hot and her leg bouncing anxiously as she charms the note and sends it over to Tom, quickly looking down at her books as Tom jolts a bit at the sudden appearance of the crane.

Tom blinks-very surprised to see such a thing. He glances up at (y/n), who is looking down at her work and he picks up the crane, which unfolds in his palm. He can’t help the surprised cough that escapes him as he reads the love poem sent to him-the handwriting so very much (y/n)’s that he can't think straight.

‘What Does Love Feel Like? One day you will meet someone who will see the universe that was knitted into your bones, and the embers of galaxies glow to life in your eyes. And you will finally know what love is supposed to feel like. -your secret admirer.’

Tom is so glad he’s sitting by himself because he is definitely blushing-his ears and cheeks bright red as he looks down at the note, (y/n) had to be the one who wrote this-he knows her handwriting, she must’ve figured out who her secret admirer is-she must be teasing him or something.

Tom licks his lips, looking back up at (y/n), and she ducks her head quickly, her friends giggling quietly as they glance between her and Tom.

She knows.

Tom can’t tell if it’s excitement or dread that sits in his chest, (y/n) knows. She knows. She knows it’s him, she knows he likes her. And she sent him a love poem right back-just before he was about to send another one.

Tom swallows, looking back down at the note-his breath catching in his chest and his heart stuttering.

This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming.

(y/n), his crush for nearly five years now(however, he had only accepted it the previous year.), had written him a love poem in (theorized) response to his love poems. He was going to fucking die.

Tom pinched his nose a bit and took a long shaky breath-standing from the table and collecting his things-staring at the love poem from his crush before carefully folding it and pocketing it-keeping it as a new treasure. He spotted (y/n) across the room and took another long breath, crossing the room with perfect posture and his usual confidence(which was nearly fake right now).

(y/n) curled up a bit as he came close, his deep brown eyes staring into her soul. “(y/n), can we…talk?” Tom says, his voice deep and quiet-and slightly raspy which sent a shiver down (y/n)’s spine.

(y/n) nods and leaves her books behind with her friends, following Tom just outside of the great hall where he turns to face her, far enough from the doors to have some privacy.

“How did you know?” Tom asks before anything else-assuming (y/n) did figure out it was him sending the notes. (y/n) gives a sheepish grin and rubs her arm as she tilts her head.

“Just a hunch…your uh, class notes…the handwriting matched.” (y/n) says and Tom lets out a long sigh-of course, something so simple is what gave him away. Tom is surprised by what she says next. “Did you mean them?...the poems?” (y/n) asks, biting the inside of her lips as she glances off to the side-showing Tom a side of her he hadn’t seen before-insecure and unsure of herself.

“Every word,” Tom says softly, unable to help the way the ice around his heart and soul melts at (y/n)’s presence. He matches some of her expression-biting the inside of his cheek. “Did...did you mean yours?”

“Every word.” (y/n) echoes, staring up at Tom through her lashes-her glasses reflecting the lights illuminating the hall-making her eyes look even prettier. He cannot resist anymore, and they are alone. Tom takes her hand and pulls (y/n) close, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his breath catching in anticipation. (y/n) meets him halfway, her hand catching his cheek and pulling herself closer to him, her other hand squeezing his as Tom hums and kisses her softly, months of yearning concluding with a simple gesture.

There he was, Tom Riddle, heir of Slytherin-kissing a muggleborn Hufflepuff just outside the great hall, and he didn’t give a fuck. His hands found (y/n)’s face and held her gently, pressing more into the kiss before they both pulled away, panting slightly as they stared at each other.

“Can I kiss you again?” Tom asks and (y/n) nods, before she could even get a word out Tom is kissing her again, with more passion, licking her lips and holding her close, smirking into the kiss as (y/n)’s hands grab at his shoulders and hold him tight, her feet lifting off the floor slightly as he pulls her into him. He could do this for hours, kissing her like he had been in his daydreams and actual dreams, tasting her over and over again until it was burned into his memory.

They pull away for only a moment and then they’re back on each other, months and weeks of yearning and pining clashing into a hot mess, (y/n) holds Tom’s neck as he runs his nimble fingers through her hair, breathing her in and kissing her with all his pent-up energy.

He lets (y/n) catch her breath as his hands go down to hold her waist, kissing her neck and tasting her skin, closing his eyes as (y/n) lets out a small breath, not expecting him to go this far this quickly-but he was pent up from months of fantasies and yearning-he was going to go as far as (y/n) would allow him.

He went down to attempt to undo her shirt buttons and tie but (y/n) pushed his face up suddenly, her eyes wide. “We’re in public! I don’t mind making out-but snogging?!” (y/n) said quietly in a panicked tone and Tom sighed, nodding. She was right-he had gotten carried away.

“I wish to ravish you, (y/n),” Tom said into (y/n)’s ear, smirking as he felt heat come off (y/n)’s face in waves. “but that can wait until we know each other better. Until then,” Tom muttered, kissing (y/n)’s cheek and then her hands. “I shall wait patiently to see every inch of your wonderful form.” (y/n) looked surprised to hear such a thing, not expecting Tom to be into her body. She was chubby and-different-not skinny like most girls at Hogwarts. But it seemed Tom preferred her body and was smirking at her like a devil.

“…Cheeky.” (y/n) muttered, gently pulling her hands away from Tom’s as he chuckled, stepping close again and kissing her cheek. “You’re mine now,” Tom whispered against her skin and (y/n) nodded, giving herself to him, Tom smirked devilishly; his eyes flashing with something odd but (y/n) didn’t notice it.

Tom flaunts their new relationship, and his followers just go ‘FINALLY’ as Tom makes (y/n) sit with him at dinner, her Hufflepuff robes stark against the green of Slytherin. “Bloody hell, I was wondering when you would stop pining and confess,” Abraxas teases, quickly shutting up as Tom glares at him, but it quickly softens when he looks back at (y/n), who is slightly leaning into him-doing her best to ignore the jealous stares of the other girls in the great hall.

Tom is all too proud to show her off, walking up to her between classes and kissing her hand or cheek as he passes by-and if he has extra time, he pulls his Hufflepuff into a full kiss, his arm around her waist as he moves them to the side, making out with her for a short moment before he sends her on her way, chuckling at the look of surprise and ‘that happened’ look on (y/n)’s face, but she never looked like she didn’t want it, and she never told him to stop.

Tom finally has the girl he’s had his eye on for a long time, and it did not matter to him that she was not of pure blood or of wizard descent. She was his and she would be by his side when he rose to power, whether she liked it or not.

He cannot help but tease her at every opportunity, grazing his hand under her skirt and feeling her inner thigh with his fingers, smiling innocently as she smacks his sneaky hand away, glaring at him playfully as he looks as if she smacked him for no reason. There’s no rhyme or reason to it but he wants to see her, to see her curves and perfections like he had during that hot September day when he saw her in that swimsuit that made him fantasize for the first time.

But he’ll wait till she’s ready, though he does voice this desire to her. He doesn’t even want to have sex with her-he simply wants to worship her, to see her beauty in all its divinity. She looks almost appalled by this desire but she also looks very intrigued and bites her lip, glancing around. “You…you want to, see me?” (y/n) asks, almost uncharacteristically shy as Tom nods, kissing her jaw softly.

They were in a small window alcove-just the two of them-Tom liked their private moments; where he could shower (y/n) in his sensual affection while she blushed. Tom had one of his arms tossed over her lap, his fingers gently caressing her thigh. “More than anything, but if you’re not ready, I can wait however long,” Tom whispered, grazing his teeth against the curve of her jaw and neck.

(y/n) bit her lip, gripping the fabric of Tom’s robe that was draped over his leg. She…she wanted him to see her, that way-if he was disappointed- she would know now and possibly work on herself before they went any further-that is if Tom didn’t break up with her before then. She didn’t know Tom thought she was a goddess, her curves and body reminding him of those Greek goddess statues that were carved of marble and stone-with belly pouches and back rolls, hip dips, round jaws, and touching thighs. He thought his girlfriend was beautiful and he wanted to show her she deserved to be worshiped.

(y/n) grazed her thumb against Tom’s jaw until he looked up at her, his deep brown eyes looking at her through his lashes, his lips on her shoulder. “Okay,” (y/n) whispered and Tom’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he sat up, pressing his forehead to hers, his bangs brushing her skin. “you…you can see me, but-where would we even go?” (y/n) asks, and Tom has an idea, leaning down to whisper into (y/n)’s ear-he would love to use his dorm but he shared it with the other head boys.

“Meet me just before curfew on the fifth floor, by the statue of Boris the Bewildered; I have the perfect spot for us.” Tom said with a sly grin and (y/n) nodded, looking away from Tom as the class bell rang and students began to flood the halls. Her free period was over and she would have to get to her next class. Tom kissed her cheek and then her knuckles, holding her hand as she walked away from him. “See you tonight, my dear,” Tom said his eyes dark and his smirk soft as (y/n) walked away, Tom holding her hand for as long as he could before it slipped out naturally.

He sighed, biting his lip for a split moment, the fantasy he’s had for over a year would finally be fulfilled tonight. And if it went no further than him looking at her-he would be satisfied.

-

(y/n) stands beside the statue, only five minutes to curfew as she waits for her boyfriend of four months. Nerves ate at her gut and fingers as she tapped her leg, wondering when Tom would arrive. She gasps as she feels a now familiar pair of arms wrap around her waist and Tom’s face goes into her neck, breathing her in as she hums. “There you are my dear,” Tom whispers, taking (y/n)’s hands and twirling her around to face him. “let’s go before curfew starts, shall we?” Tom asked gently, having planned this so he and (y/n) wouldn’t be interrupted by those who also wished to use the space Tom had chosen for this occasion.

(y/n) nodded and followed Tom to the fourth door on the left. Tom smirked at her and gave the password, opening the door as the lock clicked open and he pulled (y/n) into the perfect bathroom. It was quite grand, and large; everything was white marble that was almost iridescent with a very big pool-like bathtub in the middle of the room that had taps surrounding it. There was also a stained glass on the wall that was illuminated by the moon outside.

(y/n) swallowed nervously, knowing why she was in here. She turned, tilting her head as she watched Tom begin to strip, laying his clothes folded on a bench. “Tom?” (y/n) asked, her heart stuttering as Tom undid his tie(quite, sexually, might she add), smirking at her. “It’s quite unfair if you’re the only one getting undressed,” Tom said, folding his tie and putting it with his vest and robe, undoing his belt to the flustered surprise of (y/n), who turned her back to Tom, willing her heart to calm down-she never thought it would come to this.

(y/n) glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as she saw the pale skin of Tom’s upper body, watching from the corner of her eye as he took off his shirt and set it with his other clothes. He sat down to take off his shoes and (y/n) took a deep breath, shrugging off her Hufflepuff robes-letting them fall to the ground in a pile of marigold and black.

Tom perked up, his mouth going dry and his mind enchanted as (y/n) began to strip. He licked his lips, leaving his pants on for now as he finished taking off his socks-sticking them in his shoes, and going to turn on all the taps so the bath would be filled by the time (y/n) was ready.

(y/n) turned to watch Tom as he was doing this, fiddling with the end of her vest as Tom walked around topless, her eyes glued to his back as he leaned over and turned on a tap. He wasn’t built, but he wasn’t skinny, he was…lean and lanky, and kinda…perfect. (y/n) swallowed and quickly pulled off her vest before she could get too distracted.

She was nervous, but she wanted to do this. She slipped off her tie and then undid her skirt, feeling Tom’s eyes on her as her skirt dropped to the floor. she glances at him and he’s staring, his eyes hungrily taking her body in, his mouth open slightly as he looks at her.

(y/n) takes off her tights and shirt, biting the inside of her lip as she stands in her underwear. “You,” Tom breathes as he walks over to her, looking at her like she was a dammed goddess. “are…breathtaking,” Tom whispers, stopping just before her, his hands reaching out to touch her arm, but not going far enough to actually touch her-in case she didn’t want him to.

(y/n) bites her lip and looks up at Tom, reaching behind her and unclipping her bra and Tom’s eyes move to her chest, his mouth going dry as (y/n) starts to slip off her bra. To make them even, Tom takes off his pants and he stands in his underwear before the girl he’s sure he’s falling in love with, his cheeks pink and (y/n)’s breathing stuttering at the sight.

They both stand there for a long moment before (y/n) takes her bra off, revealing her chest to Tom, who thinks she has the most perfect pair of breasts he has ever seen(he’s never seen another pair, but he’s sure if he ever did, (y/n)’s would still be the best) Tom takes a small step closer, his eyes glued to (y/n) as she glances away and takes off her underwear, leaving her bare in front of her boyfriend.

Tom’s mouth goes dry again and he wants to drop to his knees and worship his girl, his perfect chubby Hufflepuff girl. Instead, he takes off his underwear and matches her nudity, taking her hands and guiding her towards the now full bathtub that is steaming from the heat of the water. He cannot keep his eyes off her, the only desire he feels is to worship her, to show her how beautiful and divine he thought she was. His body is the first to disappear below the bubbly water and (y/n) follows close behind. She sinks down until she sits on the steps that lead into the bath, the water sitting just above her chest, bubbles obscuring her body.

“I, cannot stop looking at you,” Tom whispers, moving closer to her, his arms caging her-his eyes burning into her soul. “my goddess.” (y/n) swallowed and glanced away, her eyes closing as Tom leaned down and pressed his lips to her jaw, gently kissing her and going across to the other side of her face. His hands traveled up and down her arms, his palm grazing her collarbone before they rested on her neck. He took his time on her face, kissing every inch of her face and then kissing her for a few long moments, humming into her as he kissed her softly yet passionately.

(y/n) didn’t know what to do other than let Tom do as he wished, almost trembling as Tom moved down to kiss every part of her jaw and then her neck-taking care to stop and graze his teeth against her sweet spot before he moved down, licking into the slight dip of her collar bone and shoulders, his hands moving further down her arms and then back up. He kissed each arm to her wrist and then back down to her shoulder where it connected with her torso, kissing her palms and fingers tenderly before he kissed down her arms again and moved to just above her chest.

Her breath was coming out in shallow pants now, her eyes glued to her boyfriend who was now undoubtedly worshipping her. His hair was damp from when she ran her water-soaked fingers through it-his front cowlick brushing her skin once in a while.

His lips graze over and between her breasts as he goes lower, his mouth below the water as he kisses her sternum and stomach, his fingers gripping her sides as he licks her belly. He comes back up for a breath and before (y/n) can stop him, he’s back under and kissing and licking every part of her stomach, pausing at her belly pouch and giving that extra attention-it was one of his favorite parts of her and he would pay proper attention to it before he had to take another breath of air.

When he comes back up, (y/n) is gripping the golden rail that leads the bathtub stairs, panting heavily as Tom keeps his eyes on her skin. “You are, ravishing.” Tom says lowly, closing his eyes as he lifts her legs out of the pool and kisses her thighs, his hand running up and down her inner thigh as the other holds her knee over his shoulder.

He gives the same attention to (y/n)’s other leg, going back underneath the water as he leads down to her upper thigh, gently biting the curve and fold of her hips as (y/n) sighed, her cheeks burning as her boyfriend kissed her all over except in that one spot where she was now aching.

Tom comes back up after kissing the middle of her pelvis and takes a few deep breaths, flinging his soaked bangs out of his eyes with his fingers-his eyes dark and half-lidded, his lips pink and open. “Fuck.” Tom groans and (y/n)’s stomach does a flip at the sound.

He looks up at her face and smirks, leaning forward until he was kissing her again, softly moving his lips against hers. His hands are all over her once again and she moves her legs to be on either side of his legs, her eyes closing as Tom kisses her softly. She shakily grabs his hand and puts it on her thigh, his thumb pressing against the crease where her thigh met her hips.

Tom seems to know exactly what she wants and he pulls back, staring deep into her eyes, his eyes almost black. “Are you sure?” he whispers, slowly drawing his thin and perfect fingers towards her center-where she was aching and feeling so hot. (y/n) nodded and kissed Tom with a moan as he drew his fingers over her cunt, Tom moaning quietly with her as he felt her heat-which, even under the water, felt soaked and needy for him.

He pets her gently at first, planning to worship this part as softly as he did the rest of his girlfriend's body. but as she softly says her name, his fingers find her entrance and dip inside, testing the waters as this other hand goes to her clit. He pulls back to look down at his hands-which are mostly obscured by the bubbles-and smirks, biting his lip as he watches his fingers disappear into his girlfriend.

Was it weird that he was a bit jealous of his fingers right now? Probably, but he didn’t care. (y/n) was panting and holding his bicep with a tight grip, her cheeks blazing hot as she felt Tom’s fingers curl inside her and his thumb on her clit, gently rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“T-Tom,” (y/n) breathes out his name and Tom groans, leaning in to kiss her again, his fingers going a bit faster as he carefully ats a second finger inside her, feeling her tight and hot around him. he worshiped her with his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, bringing her to ecstasy as she trembled, her head falling back as his lips simply repositioned to her neck, muttering something under his breath as she came.

Her ears were ringing and her vision was black but she was sure-she would think of this in an hour when she was back In bed-but she was sure, her Tom Riddle; said ‘I love you, my goddess.’

-end-

Idk, the beginning and last half doesn’t match the c.ai ver of this fic, but the body worshiping and the vibes are the same-hope yall liked it, and I have a lot of ideas for this mf who im very delulu for <3

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #smut fic #body worship #ooc Tom #very fluff with smut at the end/lots of yearning and pining from Tom

[platrom]

Nadir Night

NOTE: Hi everyone, I’m sorry for the terribly long wait! I was a bit clueless on how to continue the story, but I hope this will suffice! Please take the note that Venom speaks in Eddie’s head and his text is italicized. However, there are times when certain words are italicized to symbolize Venom or Venom’s emotions.

This is part 2 of “Forgotten Feelings!” There may be another part, who knows?

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Eddie had never crossed as many red lights as he did that morning. He had never been so forgetful.

Careless- he was.

Reckless- he was.

Inconsiderate- he could admit that at times he checked that box. But forgetful?

Never. Not until now.

He had missed his anniversary with his loving partner who had been waiting for him to notice them all day. For him to remember them. For him to be a decent partner.

He had failed them.

That’s not shocking, Eddie.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, tightening his grip on the handles of his motorcycle.

He hated that voice in his head sometimes. That voice (Venom) found it entertaining to make his life even more difficult. He loved to nag him over and over again about his minuscule and gargantuan mistakes. It was always a habit of Venom’s, even when they both first “met.”

Nonetheless, Eddie slowly learned to withstand the taunts. He had to, or else he would lose Venom.

At one point, maybe he did want Venom gone. However, with time and growth he realized he needed him as much as the air he breathed.

So, he taught himself for the better. He learned to become patient and understanding; understanding that Venom was not used to the norms of the human world and needed someone to guide him. He learned more about his emotions, too. He took the time to understand who he wanted to be and didn’t want to be. He finally recognized that in this journey of life, there were paths he should and shouldn’t take. Now, he knew which he wanted to pursue.

This was not one of them.

He didn’t expect to see a handful of people walking at this time. Though, it made sense. The city was beginning to awake. Birds were chirping mellifluous tunes and obnoxious engines were being revved. People filled the streets, rushing towards cars and to the nearest bus and train stations. Albeit, it was all background noise to Eddie. All he could think about was you.

You, his unfortunate partner.

How did someone like you end up with him? How did someone so loving end up with him?

Why did he even pursue you?

He loved you, right?

You love Anne. It’s always been Anne, Eddie. It was never _____.

Was that true? Eddie was never a vocal type of person. He preferred to speak through his actions.

Did his actions prove that to be true?

Most of his nights were spent with Anne after he got off work. He would always call her to help him with Venom. He and Anne would eat dinner and go out for drinks together. They would walk around New York together. Eddie had been at Anne’s place a couple of times when Dan was out.

But he spent time with you occasionally, right? That was better than nothing!

If you believe doing less than the bare minimum is a good thing, I think I’ve chosen the wrong host.

Eddie sighed, slowing his motorcycle down as he neared towards your shared apartment. “You’re right.”

Stepping off his motorcycle and into the building, he eyed your apartment window.

What do you plan on doing, Eddie?

There’s movement behind the curtains, your beautiful figure walking past the window. He couldn’t tell what you were doing, but hoped you weren’t pacing. When you paced, it meant you were stressed, worried, or overwhelmed. Or all three. He couldn’t always tell. He didn’t want this to be the end. He didn’t want to hurt you.

But he had. It was time he faced the consequences.

Finally, he entered the building. “I don’t know, Venom. I really don’t.”

——

It hurt.

It hurt more than you ever wanted to admit. Your partner, your one and only, your other half completely forgetting about you on your anniversary?

That stung like a bitch.

You had done everything imaginable for Eddie. You had poured your life and soul into him- impacting him in every way possible.

You were there for every step of the way.

You held him the nights he sobbed uncontrollably.

You dragged him home when he was black out drunk.

You took care of him when he was sick or hungover.

When success struck, you congratulated him. Truly, you got Eddie back on his feet. You knew that; he knew that.

No one could deny the truth. Yet, this was how he treated you?

You couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t be treated like the gum on the bottom of his shoe anymore. All you did was give and all he did was take.

It was toxic. You had to admit that now.

Maybe that’s why you were currently packing your bags. Two suitcases were filled to the brim with all of your clothing, makeup, skincare, belongings, and jewelry. You would come back for your furniture, cooking utensils, books, and other miscellaneous objects later. For now, all that mattered was that you left.

Maybe that’s why when you heard a motorcycle drive to your apartment, you grabbed your suitcases, keys and wallet, and sprinted down the steps and to the back of the building. You threw the door open and tumbled into your friend’s arms, panting.

Maybe that was why after holding each other for what felt like hours (but not enough hours), you threw your stuff in the back and sunk into the seat, whispering a broken and tired “drive, please” as tears slipped down your face.

Maybe that was why you shut off your phone to ignore every single one of Eddie’s attempts at reaching out to you in hopes of finding your location.

Maybe that was why you laid on your best friend’s couch, head in hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Did I really deserve this?” you cried, body stiff and eyes tired. A pair of warm arms wrapped around your torso, cradling you into their chest. Your face was smushed into their body, wide eyes staring up at their kind and tender ones.

“You didn’t deserve this, honey,” they cooed, rubbing soft circles into your shoulders. “He’s just a dumb boy who doesn’t know when he struck gold even when it flashed him in the face.”

You snorted, a thin smile growing. “If anything, I’m the idiot. Loving a man whose heart was never mine in the first place.”

Their fingers glided along your skin, fingertips brushing with the smallest strokes. Each touch left you sighing in content, sated by their touch. The same type of touch Eddie never gave you.

It was touch of love- albeit not the romantic kind, but nonetheless, love. It rotted your teeth and sent endorphins gushing through your bloodstream. You felt yourself become lighter and your heart loosen. The fog that once covered your mind dissolved.

Slowly, the exhaustion of heartbreak, worry, and trouble settled upon you. It crept into your bones and brain, letting your eyelids flutter shut and body melt into the warm embrace of arms cuddling you.

You didn’t recognize the feeling of a warm cotton blanket falling over your body, a gentle hand stroking your hair, and chaste kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Goodnight, ________.”

Maybe this was your happy ending.

#female reader #eddie brock x reader #eddie x reader #venom angst #venom x reader #venom fic #x reader #anne weying #eddie x anne #venom #heartbreak #venom 2 #venom movie

[fabraies]

inconvenient

jock!gojo x fem!cheerleader!reader, fluff, a twinge of angst, repost from @ningningification

Fuck.

You had been standing behind a library book shelf for the past 20 minutes, your fingers lightly tracing each and every book spine, in hopes to finally find what you were looking for.

Your teacher had given you an extension to hand in your already late homework. Your little sob story had worked the first time, but you knew it wouldn't last. Mr Gakuganji wasn't known for his leniency, so your only option was to ditch Utahimes afterparty for the tokyo vs kyoto high school game you had spent weeks gushing about and spend your evening sitting on the cheap plastic chairs figuring out math problems instead. Definitely not ideal.

At this point, anyone would have already thought about just using a simple app to figure the answers out without using their own brain. Which, truthfully, would have been a great idea, had your phone not been dead. A sigh escaped your lips. You were doomed.

You tapped your chin with your index in thought. That is, unless you ended up finding something to help you out in the library itself! It sounded so obvious, yet you felt like that was one of the best ideas your tiny pea brain had had in your few years of living.

Okay, you were definitely not the brightest of the bunch.

And this not-so-good idea, is exactly what lead you to stand dumbly in front of the same, dumb, shelf for the past 20 minutes.

But you weren’t here to complain. You couldn’t afford to. Your eyes went back to the shelf, determined to end this once and for all, when they suddenly landed on a green, wretched binder. No, you told yourself after close examination. Then, a red, seemingly new one caught your eye. Again, no…. Finally, you settled on a thick, blue one. No! God, could this get any worse? I wish I could just ditch this and go have fun. Isn't this what a teenager is supposed to do anyways? But again, your homework was due a week ago, so what choice did you have? You sighed and got back to work, letting yourself fall back on the flimsy chair and picking up your pen. That was, until a loud, obnoxious group of people barged in. Panick took over your body as you left your original seat. Why was anyone here? You could never stand it if someone were to find you in a library of all places instead of Utahimes party. You'd be viewed as lame by the entire student body, and that, in your opinion, was around a thousand times worse than being scolded by that old sack of bones Gakuganji.

“Hey, Satoru, catch that!" Satoru? Tokyo students? What on earth were they doing here? And why Satoru Gojo out every single breathing being on this planet? You couldn't believe your luck. First the book situation and now the Tokyo school jocks? And your childhood enemy no less! There had to be some entities out there that absolutely hated your guts. Your train of thought was however soon interrupted, when you hear snickers coming from behind you.

Satoru, who had somehow managed to snag pretty much all the hearts of both schools, and you, your school's cheerleader captain, had never gotten along. But despite the obvious animosity between the two of you, the entire school population of both Tokyo and Kyoto thinks you're dating.

"There's such an overwhelming sexual tension between the two of you, it's crazy! If you ask me, you should just get it over with. It's really exhausting, you know, having to watch you guys go back and forth constantly when all know what you both want is to-" you quickly shut your eyes at the memory of what Momo had told you the other day. While you were willing to admit Gojo was somewhat easy on the eyes, you would never ever think of you two as a couple. Your body shuddered at the thought. "Would you look at that! Y/n? In a library? Never thought I’d see the day.” Gojo’s feeble attempt at mocking you doesn’t even phase you, but his little minions seemed to think this was the funniest thing they’d heard in their lives.

“Wow. So incredibly original, really. I wonder what your mother would say if she knew you forgot all your manners as soon as you leave your house.” At this Gojo tenses up. You admit, it was a low blow. Gojo had always been a mama’s boy. However, he doesn’t let the snide remark affect for long, as he quickly gets back on his feet. “I would have asked you how you are, but, you see, a little birdie told me you're having some trouble with the homework Mr Gakuganji gave you" The tall boy sneered. You grit your teeth. "Well, for someone who claims to hate me you sure do pay a lot of attention to me" you pushed past him without another word. Tonight was not the night for his bullshit.

"I could help you, you know" Gojo called out. At these words, stopped walking. Could he? After all, he wasn't stupid. Far from it, actually, and you knew that. Besides, if you solved the problems quickly enough, you'd still have enough time left to get to Utahimes house. He slowly approaches you, and you quickly found yourself stuckbetween the shelf and his chest. "Now that got your attention, didn't it? Well, I wasn't totally honest with you. I could help you, by all means, I'd love to, but, you see, I don't do charity work.” Your heart rate picks up from the proximity between you and your archenemy. You try to calm yourself down before answering. *Act cool. Act cool, act cool act co-*

"What do you want from me?"

Your question sounds more aggressive than what you intended, but you can't help it. Gojo shrugs in response. "Oh nothing. Just your number"

You feel your stomach do a flip and you can't help but feel defensive. What if it this was all for some cruel entertainment? Just to get a rise out of you? You let out a laugh, point a finger to his chest accusingly, and answer, "What, you so can treat me like your average side whore? Sorry to disappoint, but I've got self respect and am not interested." Gojo doesn't seem all that phased however as he smoothly retorts "Hm. I guess you didn't want to go to Utahimes party as much as I thought you did then. Well, that's fine by me! Best of luck with these little equations, I'm sure you'll figure it out one day!" He gets off you, and you feel like you can breathe again.

You take his wrist and pull him back. It was severely damaging your ego, and you were well aware of it, but you didn't have a choice. You needed to get this done asap. ”I'll give it. Just help me out first and I'll give it. Pinky promise." Obviously, the man notices the dash of desperation in your voice as he grins.

"You've got yourself a deal then."

—

You've been proven wrong.

As much as you despised Gojo Satoru, he was actually... okay. Decent. He'd managed to get a few laughs out of you and you'd solved your equations. Unfortunately, this all meant you had to come to terms with two things: 1) you quite enjoyed civil conversations with him, and 2) giving him your number didn't sound so bad after all. "So.. I'm hoping you didn't forget about our agreement?" Gojo asked as he leans back.

"Give me your phone."

You say in fake annoyance. He watches as you punch the numbers in, grinning.

"What are you grinning at?", you ask, your eyes still set on the phone. He responds with a single head shake "Nothing. It's, just.. kind of.. it’s funny, don’t you think?" You raise a brow in question. "How so?” "I never thought I'd get this far with you. You were always so, untouchable. And then, we started to hate each other. Do you actually remember why we hated each other ? I know I hated you because my mom liked you better than me. But I was like, 6, so can you really blame me?” You look at him, confused, indirectly telling him to get to the point. Noticing your stare, Gojo opens his mouth again, toying with the ends of his varsity jacket. “Look, what I’m trying to tell you, is that.. Would this be a good moment to tell you I don't actually hate you?" You felt your head spinning. Every thing felt like it was going too fast and you couldn't get yourself to answer him. "I-i"

'Ma'am? Ma'am?" A faraway voice attempts to catch your attention. "Ma'am? The library is closing in a few minutes, we're asking the students to leave" Your head shots up and you look around you. Where were the Tokyo jocks? Satoru? Why were there so many people? "Huh?" You ask dumbly. The kind librarian repeats herself, showing no signs of impatience "You've been sleeping here for quite some time… I'm very sorry to disturb your sleep but we're gonna need you to leave. We're closing up in 5minutes." You feel your body growing hotter as you mutter apologies and gather your ustensils and get ready to leave.

Once you feel the cold summer night wind hit your face, you realize you've been dreaming about it again. The day you and your boyfriend met. It's been a while since you've last seen each other as you live in different cities, and you've been missing him terribly, albeit texting and FaceTiming everyday.

Thankfully, the Japanese high school basket nationals start tomorrow, so it won't be long until you can find an excuse to go see gojo again.

Then, it hits you like a truck. Mr Gakuganjis homework!!

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[pandoraimperatrix]

Wandering Worlds

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

The story begins with the death of Dick Grayson. His life taken by his own brother, Jason. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be? The Titans, and especially Kory has to mourn their fallen leader and deal with this stranger with a lot of issues of his own. After that, when everything seem to be settling, Kory is forced to return to Tamaran, but she wasn't as alone in her destiny as she thought, neither her family of choice was willing to let her go that easily. But politics in Tamaran can be as complicated as travelling across universes.

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Part Four – Voyagers

Chapter Twenty-tree – I will not tolerate a world emptied of you

She nuzzled her face against the curve of his neck, Dick sighed, his hand reaching behind them for her waist, to pull her just a little closer, his fingers found warm flesh and once again he felt blessed by her superior alien physique and fashion sense, that, combined, always gave him such amazing opportunities for touching. Even then, he wished he couldn’t remember how it felt, the despair, the starvation for love, but he did. He did too well, and it was because of that, that he didn’t  care if people saw, if the children whistled and teased them from the upper sits of the Ferris Wheel, trying to throw popcorn on their heads an missing every time. They needed more training...

Life, he thought at the time, didn’t  get better than this. His children safe and thriving, the hand of woman of his dreams, whom he thought he had lost forever, holding his tight, around them a fortitude of promises of a shared future, of finally settling, of following the path they fought so hard to have the pleasure of taking, together, despite fate or logic or even the universe.

Fools rush in, an although he couldn’t say he had rushed into anything, he has been a fool nonetheless to think that was real. People like him didn’t get perfection, only glimpses that shone as brightly as they cut deep.

“I hate this place, I hate this place, I hat-“

“Gar, can you shut up?”

Dick massaged his temples and tried to ignore the two bickering siblings, he had let his mind float to the past again. It would be always like this for him, wouldn’t  it?

Starting, knowing in his marrow how his story always ended where love was regarded was the rock he would be always pushing up the proverbial hill. The number of promising futures he had were the same as of the tragic pasts.

And still...

Here he was again.

“Yes I can, but I won’t. The only thing I can do over this whole mess is complain and I will keep doing it, thank you very much.”

The plane landed and  Dick gritted his teeth. Bruce had seen on television, the battle, the way Starfire had abandoned her team after murdering Blackfire. It was a mess. The Titans had lost a lot of the approval and some instigators were using the whole situation to justify attacks against the legitimacy of superheroes, masked vigilantes and alien immigrants. And, although confirmation was yet to arrive, Dick had no illusion of escaping some sort of penalty by the Justice League. Justice League that he wasn’t sure if they were fully informed of his own sort of alien status...

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“Well, since we are doing things we can despite them being useful or even charitable to other people I can, for example, make your mouth disappear.”

Gar snorted obnoxiously.

“You’re bluffing.”

“Try me.”

“Nobody,” Dick started on a firm tone, “is making anyone’s mouth disappear. And Gar I have a massive headache and I’d really appreciate if you’d shut the hell up.”

He almost regretted his words when he saw Rachel supress a hurt look.

“Fine,” said Gar, relenting with a heavy exhale, “I still hate this place, though.”

“Noted,” ended Dick between tight teeth.

After all, annoyed as he was, it was a feeling he definitely could understand.

 Sometimes Dick felt so old, the thread of his life pulled too far, abnormality so. What relation had the man he was now to the circus boy? And Robin? And the man he was before the apocalypse? The man he was after...

Gotham, had been home to a Dick Grayson once. His place of birth, in another world. In this one... it felt like a graveyard.

“Why did he ask us to come, anyway? He couldn’t just send the ship.”

“Nothing is “just” with Bruce. Listen the both of you, I need the best behaviour if we want to make him cooperate. No stupid fights, no using powers for nonsense. But also, do not get too close and don’t  indulge his questions if you can’t  see his intentions. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” they said in uneven unison after exchanging a look. Dick envied them a little, never haven had the opportunity to grow up with a sibling, he had a similar bond with Donna but was not the same. Donna had more sisters than he could name, Gar and Rachel only had each other, and there was strength in that.

*

He had no hopes of this trip to Gotham going too well, any trip to Gotham really, but he knew something was wrong as soon as they stepped off the plane and found Bruce alone at the hangar. He was holding Alfred’s cane tightly, chin glued to his chest and the stared at them over his thick eyebrows.

No sign of Selina anywhere.

Fuck.

But to Dick’s surprise and terror, the old man approached them, and held Dick in an awkward one armed hug before acknowledging the children and telling them to follow.

Never before the Wayne Manor had looked so much like a crypt, with dust and cobwebs. He half expected the eyes of the paintings to move as they walked across the long dark corridors or to find a massive wedding cake rotting on the diner table Dickens style.

“I believe you can find the rooms you used the last time.”

Behind him, Dick could feel Gar and Rachel loud internal conversation although they were, finally, silent.

“Bruce-“

“You must be tired from the trip,” and for a moment Dick noticed how fragile the man in front of him looked, the bluish veins, and thin paper skin, the ever-present bags under his eyes deeper than pits, “we talk tomorrow, in the cave.”

His first instinct before Bruce turns his back at him was to call Donna. She was already heading to San Francisco when he told her over the phone that they were boarding the plane to go to Gotham and, after a string of insults, – which were unfair since she had not told him she was coming despite her allegations that he was stupid and ridiculous and of course she was coming who the hell he thought she were yadda yadda.

He loved Donna, to his bones, but Jesus fucking Christ sometimes the way she showed love drove him out of his wits, and he didn’t think he had that many wits left to spare.

He had been happily surprised to find Selina’s number on Koriand'r’s contacts after his legs drove him automatically to the room that had never been really his.

It went straight to voicemail.

He let a sardonic bitter laugh after that. It was just so like her, to make a lot of promises and then take off the moment things get hard and Bruce say or do something she doesn’t like, which he always does, because he’s Bruce. Rinse and repeat over and over again.

Dick haven’t enabled himself to miss Alfred in decades. When losses piles up, it’s easy to forget how far away from the ground one stands. He indulges himself now. He wishes he could run down the stairs and pour his heart over a cuppa, even if at the end all he would get for comfort was an encouragement to keep a stiff upper lip and, more rarely, an awkward pat on the head.

The next morning Dick intends to make breakfast but find the Wayne pantry, that has space to feed a standard size army, completely barren.

Maybe, he thought looking through the fogged window of the kitchen, that let him discern the contours of the gravestones far into the once perfectly manicured garden. Coming to this place, so full of heartbreak had been a mistake.

That feeling was confirmed as he descended down through the Grandfather Clock secret passage into the Batcave.

It looked as it always did, but instead of the strange comforting feeling he had as a kid when he entered the place, all Dick felt was uncanniness. On his right he found the body of the woman he loved frozen and lifeless. On his left, he stomped to death the only father he really met for killing her, and further down, taking the corner to the med bay, was the place he was held bound in pain and confusion while de corpse of a luckier version of himself laid dead.

Dick tasted bile, and swallowed hard.

“Bruce,” he called, and just like a dramatic supervillain in a cartoon, Batman turned his chair around. Dick frowned.

“Put your mask, we will be in a videoconference with the League in a few minutes.”

“With the League? Why?”

Even through the mask, Dick could feel the unmistakable steel cold batglare he was receiving.

“What you mean why? Do you have any idea of how that showdown in San Francisco costed us in PR? Diana is doing her best to keep the government and the UN at bay but not even her is that wonderful.”

Incredulity took over Dick’s whole body as if someone had physically shoved him, hard.

“PR?” he asked, his voice rising an octave. “That was really what is concerning you? After everything you saw that happened?” He swallowed, finding himself panting although he had barely moved his feet. “You know, I thought I was angry at Selina for always leaving you, but I think her real problem is that she keeps coming back.”

“What comes between me and Selina is none of your concern.”

“I wish, or no, maybe you’re right. This conversation, this whole ridiculous situation doesn’t make any sense. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m stupid for believing in anything you said to me in Metropolis-“

“I stand by each and every single word I said to you in Metropolis. You are my son. Why do you think I’m going through all this work to shield you from the repercussions of what happened? The things I had to do to keep your real identity a secret? Do you know what I have been doing to protect you? To keep you safe?”

Dick felt his entire body sag in defeat, it was a wonder that he didn’t fall on the floor like a sack of bones, so old and tired of having the same argument across time, space and now, realities.

“I can’t take care of myself, I don’t need you to protect me-“

“You died!” Bruce shouted.

“I didn’t!” Dick replied, and for a moment they remained in silence. The Dick took a few calming, bitter breaths. “You are trying to somehow correct your mistakes, what you think, at least, that were your mistakes with your son. Listen, I tried to do something similar and... There’s no going back. He is gone, like my world is also gone…” He sighed. “I thought, after all you said in Metropolis, that you had that figured out, somehow. I always think you know everything… I came here for help, I came here because I thought you’d understand. I was wrong.”

“Even if the situation wasn’t as hopeless it is. Even if get you, Mr Logan and Miss Roth on some spaceship to the Vegan System wasn’t a stupid idea, I’d not do it. I’d not help it. And I’d do everything in my power to stop it.” Was he even listening? It felt, not for the first time, that Bruce was replying to an entire different argument than the one Dick was having with him. “I wouldn’t and will not risk your and your kids life by aiding you in this pursuit of some alien woman. You are far too precious. Either way, the message is clear, son, she doesn't want you."

Some alien woman...

Too precious...

He couldn’t fathom the absurdities one after another. Such was his dissonance of emotions that Dick was overcome with the maniac urge to laugh. And so he did, his sad dark laughter echoing through the cave’s humid walls, bothering the bats, he laughed in spite of Bruce’s perplexed look and the annoying beeping sound the Batcomputer was doing to get the call started.

When he finally, got himself together, wiping roughly the tears away from his face, he stared down at Bruce’s small figure and saw him, maybe for the first time, as what he really was. Powerless. All money, all advantages, all brilliancy in the world wouldn’t change that. He wanted to pity that man, but right now, same as in that nightmare night an entire reality apart, all he could urge himself to do was stomp him down.

“You have to be joking. And since when you care about my kids? Did you ever have a real conversation with them?” Without waiting for a response, Dick turned around and started walking away. “God you are pathetic all over the multiverse,” he glance behind to say that, pointing at Bruce who looked even weaker as he struggled to follow Dick’s large strides, Alfred’s cane making a horrible scratching sound against the rock flooring, “call that consistency of character if you want. I just find it hilariously sad.”

“Dick, come back, Dick!”

“Fuck you, Bruce,” he muttered as the elevator doors slid open.

"THE ALIEN DOESN'T WANT YOU! ANY OF YOU! I DO. WE CAN BE A FAMILY!"

Dick turned again at that, now, finally, he could feel some sort of pity for that man.

“We are a family. Me and my kids, and their mother. You are the one who was never part of it. I'm not 12 anymore Bruce, I don't need you to want me anymore."

And with those last words, he took his tired looking and famished kids out that overbuilt mausoleum of a house with no intention of ever coming back.

“Why we are leaving already?” asked Rachel scratching her eye, head pillowing on Gar’s shoulder as Dick signed at them to buckle up.

“Did you get the spaceship?” the boy asked.

“No. We’ll find another way.”

He turned back from the wheel of the car he stole from oversupplied Wayne garage and held a firm look at his children.

Gar was frowning, Rachel biting her bottom lip. No more words were exchanged and somehow, Dick knew they understood.

And as long as they continued choosing each other, they always would.

*

Much later, at a motel room, Dick heard a knock on his door.

Lying on his bed, fully clothed in the dark, Dick covered his eyes with the heels of his hands. He just couldn’t handle with the obviously underage reception girl hitting on him right now.

“Dick, it’s me,” Rachel’s sweet voice announced beyond the cheap door of his room.

He let his breath float out of his body, the migraine making his eyes ache more insistently than his heart.

“Come on in,” his voice cracked like wet wood in the fire.

He felt her move in the dark, any other person would have asked about the absence of light, many would have turned it on without a single care. Not Rachel.

She sat beside him.

Dick covered his eyes with his forearm to free one hand to reach out for her. Rachel took it, holding it firmly with both of her smaller and so much more powerful hands.

“I’m sorry things did go well with Bruce.”

Dick snorted.

“I’m sorry I ever thought it would.”

He heard her sigh.

“Dick...”

“We’ll find another way, Rach.” He kept repeating that as if to make himself believe.

“About that...”

“Hmm?”

“Gar and I have been talking and you know... When I went to Themyscira...”

Dick took his arm off his face and squinted to see her in the penumbra.

“No.”

“Yeah, of course. It was the other... Well, I had gone there to try to bring Donna back, but... My point is, I didn’t accomplished that, right? Donna came back on her on, what I did do, and even though it was after, I think the training I got at Themyscira might have something to do with it, was bringing you to us.”

“Rach, I’m not following.”

“I couldn’t bring him back. I couldn’t bring Donna back, but… Dick, what if we don’t need a spaceship after all? What if, I can take us to Kory or bring her back?”

He let her word sink in and then, sat up.

“You think you can really do that?”

“I mean, it’s great that I can sometimes heal people and control dark matter, but when you think of it, my purpose was to open a portal to bring Trigon to this world, right? And when you really, really think of it… that’s how you are here.”

He considered her words, and before he could help himself something started growing in his pit of his chest. Something small, yet strong, something that thrived even all he wanted was to get rid of it for once, but it wouldn’t let go. And thank God for that.

“But that and what you did to me was dimension travel, the Vegan System is in this dimension.”

“Shouldn’t it be easier then?”

“I suppose so, but-“

“Dick…”

He stared at her eyes so full of hope and despair. Not for the first time, Dick wished there was a way to shield her from harm forever, he understood now, why in fairy tales, princesses and treasures were hid away in high towers and protected by dragons. But Rachel would hate to be locked in a Tower and the closest to a dragon they had was Gar if he could turn into a very big lizard.

“Rach…” He breathed in, trying to say in a way that wouldn’t hurt as much, but failing. “What if... What if she doesn’t want to come back?”

Even with his eyes hurting and the darkness he could see her lip trembling. She crushed his hand between hers.

“We have to try.”

*

“And how does she plans to accomplish that?” asked Donna over the phone when he finally picked one of her calls the next morning. He felt raw all over, and the blinding glare of the white morning wasn’t really helping although his headache was not even close to the torment from when he left Gotham, that time, he swore, forever.

“I’m not sure… You know magic isn’t exactly my forte, and Rachel’s powers are still mostly a mystery… We’ll need help.”

“Don’t you always?” but her tone was far from accusatory, Dick could even see the little smirk through her words. “You want to send her to Themyscira again? Mother might not object, but Diana called me, and lemme just tell you, I’m not on her best side right now…”

Dick cringed, the fight with Bruce coming back and making his head ache.

“No, not that. But I was thinking, do you know where Lilith is?”

There was a long silence, and started to rain, Dick, ducked under the roof of the motel. He had come outside to see if the fresh air did him some good.

“The Talmud?” She finally answered in a small uncertain voice.

“What?”

He heard an annoyed ruff.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, Dick.”

He frowned.

“Red hair, a bit dramatic, daughter of an actual Titan, kinda like your sister is half-goddess?”

“The only dramatic ginger I know is Roy, and I don’t think he knows anything about opening portals.”

Oh no…

“Damn. There’s no Lilith in this world,” of course, of fucking course, he wanted to crush something with his own hands.

“I didn’t say that,” said Donna after a while. “I said I don’t know any Lilith. You know, this different universes shit is complicated. But… we could look for her. And if she doesn’t exist, we’ll find another witch to help Rach, hell, she might not even need anyone to guide her.”

“Donna, have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

“What? Sorry, I didn’t hear you, you need to repeat it, louder.”

And for the first time in days, Dick felt a spark of joy. What would he do without Donna?

“Don’t tell Rachel, I don’t want to give her any false hopes.”

“I think the lot of you need any hope you can get. One more thing, when you see your Koriand’r again, tell her, I’m gonna kick her ass.”

*

Once again I say: I wrote the script for this story WAY before season 3 was done, nevermind season 4, so, if some coincidences occur like, talking about teleportation, it is the HBO Max probing into my head LMAO. Now, seriously, Raven teleports all the time in the comics and the cartoon I’m not inventing the wheel here. I'm just making a complicated wheel for fun and laughs.

Nobody is more sorry than me for how long this story is taking to get finished, I just have been adulting a lot. And been meh in the head. And the thing about writing switching POVs is that my brain wants to continue telling the story from the last person I was writing instead of going to the other and that makes getting in the mood hard. Dick and Kory are very different people and now they are in literal different planets, it’s… Hard. But it’s also a labour of love. I want to tell this story till the end, and I will, if I don’t like, die tomorrow getting distracted by a kitten crossing the street or something.

PLEASE leave a comment and reblog, I’m fucking begging you to, because I have no shame.

Bye.

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[alwaysaskerurihan]

If you could bring three people back from the grave, who would you choose and why?

Sat on Erwin's couch, Levi's brow suddenly furrows intensely. His hands go still mid-cleaning his blade. One leg lays across his knee. The smell of the cleaning liquid is obnoxiously stinging although Levi shows no signs of being bothered by it. "What kind of question is that? Do you want us to rank the most important people in our lives or something? Tch."

Hange, who has been inspecting one of Erwin's books also goes still although their body is now entirely stiff. Even their gaze is frozen on the page.

Erwin watches the anon with a considered smile from behind his desk, his hands steepled in front of his face. "That's an interesting question."

"Tch., that's one word for it." Levi grumbles.

"It's worth contemplating if bringing anyone back would truly be a service considering the dangers our world faces." Erwin continues.

"You could just be bringing them back to be titan food."

"Alternatively," Hange interrupts and they are surprisingly quiet, "you could be bringing them back in time for us to finally triumph against the titans."

"Someone's optimistic," Levi resumes his cleaning. "Why don't you answer first then, four-eyes?"

Hange nods briefly. "Mine is surprisingly easy. Holly from the first squad I joined."

"She was your first squad leader." Erwin recalls.

"Yes." Hange's voice lowers with every statement. "Even when people decided that I was crazy for my fascination with titans, Holly encouraged me to learn more. She gave me opportunities where it was safer to do so and yet I repaid her poorly in the end."

"What happened?" Levi has stopped cleaning. He gazes across at Hange, his eyes narrowed but his lips have turned down into a softer kind of frown as he watches his partner.

Hange brings a fist up to their mouth for a moment then lowers it. "My fascination and my new recruit status took over me and I risked myself by getting too close to a titan. One of my blades stuck in the box and a titan grabbed me. I would have been eaten if Holly hadn't saved me. However, in coming after me, the titan she was originally fighting came back after her. Caught her from behind."

"These things happen. It was a horrible accident." Erwin rises from his desk and moves to stand behind Hange, hands on their shoulders. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Especially rookies," Levi adds. "It's part of the learning process," he tells them. "And you had fucking balls in getting so close to the brute in the first place."

"He's right, Hange. Many recruits are too nervous to get so close." Erwin adds. "Holly was extremely unlucky. If we hadn't run into such a big group, someone could have dealt with either one of those titans."

Hange leans back into Erwin's hands as they rub their shoulders deeper. "Even so. She would be my first choice." They are blinking a lot and closing the book with their head bowed. "Followed by Caitlin and Alex from my first squad as a leader. They were so talented as cadets but they got unlucky when three 6-metres came out of the woods at them."

Erwin nods. "We've lost too many talented soldiers that way."

Hange sniffs once. "Yeah. Can one of you go next?" they ask, their voice sounds cracked.

"Of course," Erwin says. "There are too many people I'd like to bring back. But my first choice would be my father. I would want him to learn that he was right about the world... and ask for his forgiveness."

"What happened to him wasn't on you," Levi declares as he puts the newly cleaned blade away. "You were just a kid. Kids don't know the consequences of not keeping their mouths shut. Don't take away the blame from the shitheads who actually took him out."

Erwin smiles gratefully towards Levi. "I appreciate that."

"You need to forgive yourself," Hange murmurs. "What is it you keep telling us to do? Move forward?"

"Yeah, some crap like that. Real motivational." Levi agrees as he steps up beside Erwin, a hand moving to the small of the taller man's back.

Erwin chuckles quietly. "Using my own advice against me then."

"It's about time you got a taste of your own medicine, Eyebrows."

Hange turns around, a smile growing on their face again. "Anyway you need to tell us your other two choices."

"I'm not sure I can pick any two out of all the soldiers we've lost," Erwin admits. "Perhaps I'll save them for future use. Our guest did not specify that they would need to be people who are already dead."

Hange's gaze turns incredulous. "It was implied. That's cheating, Erwin." They lightly thwack his bicep then they suddenly clutch it with an admiring gaze, snuggling into it. "You scoundrel," they add with a grin.

Levi rolls his eyes. "Should have known Commander Eyebrows would find a way around that."

"So you two wouldn't like me to bring you both back if something were to happen to the two of you?"

Erwin's words are met with silence.

For a few seconds anyway since Hange quickly regains the power of speech, snuggling into Erwin's arm even more. "Awwww Er-bear, you are the sweetest." They are rewarded with the tiniest blush appearing in Erwin's cheeks in response.

Levi doesn't even disguise his snort which only draws Hange's focus to him.

"Well, who are your choices, Shorty?"

"Since I don't plan on allowing either you or Erwin to die," Levi began with folded, defiant arms. "I'd choose Farlan and Isabel to come back." He then pauses. "And my mother. She deserves to enjoy some time on the surface."

Hange's gaze turns watery. "That is so sweet of you....." they beam although some nostalgia flashes through their face. "Ahhh Farlan and Isabel... god that seems so long ago. I particularly miss Isabel. She was so full of energy. I think we would have been great friends."

Levi's lips slowly turn into a pained smile although his gaze quickly turns neutral out of habit. Still, he knows that his lovers would have noticed.

"Fine choices." Erwin remarks as one of his hands finds Levi's shoulder.

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[an-emotional-blender]

Calum Hood - Make Me Feel Okay

This is the first smut I've ever written so please tell me if it's shit. This is also the longest one I've ever written so hopefully you enjoy xx

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God. Do they ever shut up? All I hear all day, every day is their loud, obnoxious fucking voices. I can't stand them.

"Y/N!" Ignore him. "Y/NNNNN"

"Oh my gosh what do you want?" I rush out, probably a little more aggressively than I should have but he just gets on my nerves.

"Woah. Calm down, sunshine. " Ryan walks over to me, standing behind as he leans down and puts his hands on the table either side of me, trapping me against him. "I just want to ask what you think."

"About what, Ryan?"

"Were you really not listening?"

"I try not to. Your voice gives me migraines." He now leans down lower, so his mouth is hovering over my ear, his voice low as he whispers.

"Ouch. You wound me. Kinda hot." I shiver with disgust as he stands up and winks at me before sitting down next to Stacey. "We were talking about what we're gonna do to that weird Asian kid today."

I roll my eyes at him and take a bite of my sandwich as anger boils up inside me. "Why don't you just leave the poor kid alone?" The whole table erupts in fits of laughter and I just stare at them, waiting for them to stop. "I'm serious! What did he ever do to you? He actually seems like a really cool kid." Stacey snickers before turning to me, popping her gum and sticking it underneath the table. Gross.

"Do you like your spot on the dance team?" Fuck, here we go.

"Yes, Stacey. I do." I reply with annoyance evident in my tone.

"Well then I suggest you shut your stupid little mouth before it gets you kicked out. I will not have someone on my team that thinks people like him are "really cool". Understand?"

"Whatever." With that, I walk away to my next class.

They're a bunch of low life assholes who need to get a fucking life. They make everyone miserable. Including me.

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The final bell goes, signalling the end of the day, but I stay in my seat because my teacher is a bitch and gave me detention for no apparent reason.

Did I mention she's a bitch?

Luckily, I'm able to use my immaculate grades against her and she releases me after 15 minutes. By now most people have left the grounds so the halls are empty as I walk to my locker. As I walk closer, I start to hear yelling and what sounds like…sobbing? What the fuck?

As I turn the corner, I see my 'friends' surrounding someone, as they crouch on the floor sobbing. I get closer to them and see it's Calum, the 'weird Asian kid' they were talking about earlier.

Those fuckers.

"Hey! Leave him alone!"

They all turn and look at me. Shocked.

"Why do you care so much?" Stacey asks in her usual annoying, high pitched voice.

"Cause he's a human being and quite frankly I am so fucking sick of you lot walking around like you're top shit. You are a self intitled douche bags that are going to be very fucking lonely in life. Now walk away before I break your stupid fucking faces."

They're scared. They should be. They better fucking run. And they did.

Good.

Crouching down to Calum's height, I move his hair away from his face and wince when I see the damage they've done.

"It's okay. I'm gonna help you."

He looks at me. There are tears in his big, beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm gonna make you feel okay."

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I brought Calum to my house so he could shower and I could clean him up. He was a little bit hesitant but I kept reassuring him that I'm not like others. I want to help him.

I hear the water turn off as I enter my bedroom with clothes for him to change into.

Knocking on the bathroom door, I call out to him. "Hey, I got you some of my brothers clothes since yours have blood on them." I wait a few seconds before the door opens slightly and his arms comes out, taking the clothes, and I hear a faint thankyou as he closes the door again. "Once you're done, let me know and I'll have a look at those cuts on your face." I wait a few moments and get no response so I keep talking to fill the silence. "Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened. I tried to get them to stop but they're assholes and I didn't kn-"

"It's fine. It's not the first time they've done it." The bathroom door flies open and I see Calum standing there, less bloody and his head towards the ground.

"How bad is it?" I try to keep my voice level and calm as to not scare him, but when I don't get a response, I put a finger under his chin and lift his head up, cringing at the cuts, grazes and bruises all over his tan skin. "Shit, Cal. I'm so sorry. Here sit on the edge of the bathtub and I'll clean these up properly so they don't get worse." He remains silent as he sits down and I start to rummage through the cupboards looking for rubbing alcohol and patches to keep his wounds together. "This is going to sting."

"I know. My sister normally does it for me." I don't say anything, in fear that my voice would fail me, and continue to patch him up. For the first time since I brought him here, his eyes meet mine and I halt my movements. "Why are you helping me? I mean I know you don't like the people that did this to me but surely you have something better to do than patch up the 'weirdo Asian kid' as they so eloquently call me." He chuckles quietly and my heart breaks. "I'm not even Asian but I mean why would such a pretty, popular person like you even wanna be seen with me?" His eyes fill with sadness as he speaks and it takes me a moment to find the words to reply to him.

"Well, I feel as though I have an obligation to help you so you don't think I'm a total monster." I pause and look directly into his eyes and lose all ability to think. "You have really pretty eyes holy shit."

He laughs and looks at the ground again before look back at me. "Well, you have really pretty everything." I feel my cheeks start to blush and see the pink tinge on his face start to match mine as well. I become extremely aware of how close our faces are and decide to do something about the tension that is currently building in the room.

"Calum?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" His eyes widen slightly and I see his adams apple bob before he nods.

Not wanting to scare him, I softly put my hands on either side of his face before leaning in to close the gap between us. His lips are soft against my own and he quickly melts into the kiss. Wanting to deepen it a little bit more, I slide my hands up to his hair, tangling my fingers in his soft locks, causing a soft moan to escape his lips. Taking this as a sign to try and deepen the kiss even further, I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. He parts his lips enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth, moaning in the process at how good his mouth feels against mine.

Much to my dismay, he pulls away and looks at me almost panicked, breathing heavily. "I- I've never done this." His voice is weak and almost embarrassed at the confession, as he drops his head. It makes me giggle and I lift his head to meet my eyes once again.

"I kinda figured that much. But that's okay. I can help you, if you want." I can feel my heart start to beat faster as I start to think about what I just said. Who tf offers to take someone's virginity after their ex-friend group beats the shit out of him? "I'm sorry. That was a stupid suggestion. You can go if you w-" I'm cut off again by Calum standing up from the edge of the bathtub and smashing his lips against mine. I'm taken off guard by his sudden height change, since he's quite a bit taller than me.

"I want to. Please." I can't form words as he continues to kiss my lips and pulls away to elaborate. "Make me feel okay."

We start making out again as we make our way to my bedroom and I silently thank the fact that my family decided to go on holiday without me. As we reach the bedroom, I gently push Calum on the bed, climbing onto his lap after he situates himself against the headboard. "What do you wanna do?" I speak softly against his lips, wanting to give him the choice of what we do.

"C-can you…" he hesitates but looks down at his lap so I get the idea of what he wants.

"You want me to suck you off, Cal?" I only get a small nod and 'mhm' in response. "M'kay, baby." I press my lips to his and start to trail down to his jawline, pressing light kisses against his tan skin as I play with the hem of the shirt he borrowed from my brother, pulling it up over his head, and throwing it to the floor. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning as my eyes fall on his toned abdomen.

I press light kisses down his body, paying extra attention to his abs, drawing a moan out of his mouth as I reach the top of his pants. His breath hitches as I pop the button of his skinny jeans and pulling them down his long legs. I start to palm him through his boxers, making him let out a loud moan. Palming him makes me realise how big he is and I suddenly become very eager to see him. Pulling down his boxers, his dick springs up against his stomach, making him hiss at the sudden cold air. Fuck he's even bigger than I thought. I start to palm him again, making sure he's fully hard before he stops my actions.

"Y-You have too many clothes on." Sitting up properly, he puts his hands under my shirt, pulling it over my head and going straight to undoing my bra. "Fuck. You're so beautiful, holy shit." He mumbles under his breath, pressing light kisses along my collarbone. I start stroking his dick again and his head falls back, hitting against the headboard, as moans fall from his mouth.

Bringing my head down, I suck gently on his tip before taking all of him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down at a steady pace. I moan around his cock as he lets out a loud, pornographic moan and the vibrations go through him, making him buck his hips up, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

"Shit sorry. I-I didn't mean to do that. It just felt so good that-fuuuuck." His rant is cut short by me deepthroating him so that my nose is against his pelvis. "Shit, Y/N. I'm gonna cum." I quickly pull off of him, making him whine and swear at me.

"I don't want you cumming until you're inside me, Cal." He looks at me and gulps as he processes my words but doesn't respond to me. "Are you ready for that or do you want something else?"

"I-I wanna taste you." Without hesitation, I lay down next to Cal on the bed as he gets between my legs. "What do I do?" He looks shyly at me as he asks and I can’t help but giggle at how cute he is. Grabbing a hold of his hands, I bring them to each of my thighs.

"Whatever you think will make feel good, baby." His hands start caressing my thighs, his thumb rubbing circles into my skin with just the right amount of pressure. He leans forward and starts kissing at my neck, sucking and biting as he makes his way down my body, leaving hickies here and there. He then starts kissing up and down my thighs, getting agonisingly close to my heat before moving back up. "Cal you are really driving me insane here, holy shit."

"In a good way?" He mumbles against my skin, hands getting closer and closer to where I need him most.

"In an amazing fucking way." I'm caught off guard as I suddenly feel his thumb run through my slit, brushing against my clit. I moan his name and he looks at me with a smug look on his face and does it again. I start to whine as he takes his hand away only to replace it with his tongue. "Holy fuck, Cal that feels so good." He continues licking stipes up and down my slit then starts flicking his tongue on my clit, sending me into a frenzy.

He drags his index finger along my entrance and, while still going ham on my clit, looks up at me to get my permission. I quickly nod at him wanting nothing more than to feel his fingers inside me. He slowly pushes his finger inside me and sets a fast pace. Feeling me clench around his one finger, he adds a second, making my back arch off the bed. I then start to feel that blissful feeling bubble inside my stomach. "Calum, I'm gonna cum, fuck I'm gonna cum so hard." His fingers start going faster inside of me and he starts sucking even harder on my clit.

Just before I let go, he stops. Pulling his fingers out of me and stopping the movements of his mouth, he sits up and kisses me sloppily as I whine at him for stopping when I was so close. He looks at me and chuckles before mocking me with my own words from earlier. "I don't want you cumming until I'm inside you, baby." I roll my eyes at him before flipping us over so I'm straddling his waist again.

"What happened to Mr Shy Virgin Guy?"

"He's long gone baby." He still has that stupid smug smirk on his face and he looks at me and I see nothing but adoration and lust in his once sad eyes.

"Not yet he's not." He looks at me slightly confused, until I start stroking his cock and rubbing it against my folds. "He's still a virgin."

"Well, we better fix that shall we." I look him directly in the eyes and sink down onto him as we both let out loud moans. My hands are on his shoulders and his on my hips as I start bouncing up and down on him, my boobs bouncing in his face. He takes advantage of this position and takes one nipple in his mouth, then switches to the other.

Due to this being his first time and him teasing me, we are both very close to reaching our highs already. I clench around him and he bucks his hips making me moan against his skin as I lay my head on his shoulder. "Do that again. That felt so good." He thrusts his hips up again repeatedly, matching my rhythm and soon we're both moaning messes, riding out our highs together as I fall limp against his glistening body.

After getting cleaned up, we lay in my bed, my head against chest and his arm around my waist. We both stare at each other, content, then suddenly I hear my doorbell ring. I get up, putting my dress back on and go and see who's at the door. Standing there is the douchiest douchebag ever to exist in douchville, Ryan Ascot. I scowl at him as he just invites himself into my house turning around and looking at me expectantly.

"What do you want, Ryan." Annoyance and anger is evident in my voice and I hope he picks up on the fact that I don't want him here.

"I came to see what that little show was about earlier. Why were you sticking up for that weirdo?" His voice just makes me wanna punch him in the face.

"It wasn't a 'show', dickface. You are just an entitled prick. He has never once done anything to you. Has he?" I look at him waiting for an answer and, surprise surprise, he can’t give me one. "He is a nice person and doesn't deserve anything you guys have done to him. Now please leave." I step to the side and wait for him to leave but instead he just walks up to me and stands super close to me, leaning down so he's close to my face.

"I don't think you actually want me to leave, Sweetheart. You know I can make you feel good. Make you forget this ever happened." I'm just about to say something as I hear a deep voice emerge from behind Ryan, making me smile.

"I think she asked you to leave mate." Calum stands at the top of the stairs, with no shirt on, looking incredibly hot and smug.

"Oh really. What are you gonna do about it weirdo?" Calum walks up to us and I realise for the first time that Calum is actually taller than Ryan and now that he's found his confidence, he looks like he could actually take on Ryan.

"I'm not gonna fight you. I'm just gonna make you sit there and listen to me absolutely destroying her the way you wish you could and the way I was 10 minutes ago." He has a smirk on his face and I can tell that he means every word he says. "So you gonna leave now?" Ryan doesn't move. "Righto well we're gonna go back upstairs. You can either make yourself at home and listen or you can get lost. Your choice." With that, Cal grabs my arm and pulls me back upstairs.

I have no clue if Ryan left or not but I do know that we went two more rounds and Calum did in fact absolutely destroy me.

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[daedalusdavinci]

"Everytime you walk away you take another piece of me with you" for bruce and harvey

might be bending it a little lol. thanks for the ask!

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Gotham was always cold at night. But Arkham was a cesspool of warm bodies, all packed together in a building that was built to keep people in, rather than to keep people comfortable. It left Harvey tying his jumpsuit around his waist in an attempt to stay cool, sitting pressed against the concrete wall like he could extract some kind of chill from it, head tipped back and one arm hooked lazily over his knee.

There wasn't much light, down in the priority level. What little there was came from the flickering bulbs in the hallway, leaking through the bars in the door at all hours. Harvey could see it from behind his eyelids, constant and obnoxious.

Then, suddenly, it was gone. Like a cloud passing over the sun, darkness fell over the thin slats in Harvey's door.

Harvey sighed deeply. Awareness prickled at his skin, even as exhaustion took hold in his head. Fondness and apprehension warred with each other in his mind. "There you are," he said softly, ignoring the itch to get up, to reach out, to flinch away.

"Harvey." Batman's voice was a familiar gravel, a low rumble that struck up against Harvey's spine.

"It's been a long time, old friend."

"Not so long."

Harvey hummed, readjusting his estimate for how long he'd been in for. "It always feels longer."

The lock clicked open. Batman moved into the cell like a ghost, sliding silently across the floor. The door shut again behind him. "You were there at the theater. You saw Clayface."

"If I was, I can't remember it. You'll have to talk to Two Face."

"I see." Batman didn't move.

Harvey sighed. "You know, you could just say hi."

He paused. "...Hi."

Harvey tipped his head, offering him a tired smile. "There you go."

Bruce hesitated, then moved forward. He sunk into a crouch by Harvey, reaching out carefully to trace the shadow under Harvey's eye with his thumb. "You look tired, Harv."

Stupidly, Harvey tilted his head into it, letting his eyes close. "The heat's keeping me up."

"I'll look into it."

Harvey bit back a fond smile. That was Bruce. Always trying to help. "I'll live. If you really want to do something, you should check the guards again."

"Again?"

"Again."

Bruce sighed. "This city breeds corruption like it's its one mission in life. It was so much easier when it was the two of us. You could still do so much good, Harvey."

"You know that's not going to happen."

Bruce's hand dropped. "Because of Two Face? You know as well as I do he's not in charge all the time. You choose this just as much as he does."

"I'm not going to argue with you about this right now. It's too damn hot for that." Harvey rubbed his face, pushing himself up straighter. "Go figure out your Clayface problem. Do it without me."

There was a pause. Then, Batman sighed. He stood, returning to the door. "Every time you walk away from this, I swear..." He shook his head.

"What?" Harvey demanded.

"...It feels like losing a piece of myself, all over again," Bruce said, finally. He slid out the door, as silent as he'd entered.

Harvey heaved a sigh, tipping over onto the floor and lying there. It wasn't any colder, but maybe, with enough time, he'd manage to get over it.

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Elder Vampire! Seokjin x Newborn Vampire! Reader: Blood is Red

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Part iii

A/n:

(In this AU just the bute doesn't change you, it kills you untill you are provided the blood of an pure blood vampire within a certain time to get turned... my au my rules 😛) There are gonna be mentions of blood and almost death so read with caution.

Summary: Namu clan has always been very strict and secretive as to whom they let into their clan. And go strictly by the rules of the Vampire Community as to never put a threat to their identity. What happens when Jimin finds a girl on the verge of death in an abandoned street.

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You're eyes went wide in shock, an attack.

"Jihyo grab Yn and step into the sanctum, if things go bad then leave for the be lift house. But at all cost donot let her out of your sight" Seokjin spoke in a hurry.

"No Jin I don't wanna go! No!" Jihyo tried to pull you away.

"It's okay Yn-ah, I'll cime find you its not much people. Don't worry" and with that he kissed you forehead.

"Lets go!" Jihyo said and the two of you sped to through different corridors.

"Who do you think attacked? Could it be the Argon clan?" You asked a shiver running down your spine as you spat the name

"No, they wouldn't be that stupid to attack us directly, and it smells different" she said taking a sharp turn "sniff the air" she said.

"It smells different. Human" you said and suddenly you heard some voices. You stopped at you place on hearing them. And within seconds you rushed to where you heard them from not caring of Jihyo shouting and rushed. You stopped behind a wall and stopped to hear what was being spoken. As soon as you noticed Jihyo reach back you signalled her to keep quiet.

"How dare you walk into your territory unannounced! You mutt" You heard Jungkook speak, hatred laced in his words.

"Careful with what you say if you don't want this silver through your heart" you heard one of the intruders say.

"Now now, Jungkook don't be rude" You heard Jin say.

"We traced that you have captured and are holding our friend hostage. My kin" The second intruder said, putting a stress on the phrase 'my kin' what did he mean by that, you wondered.

Jin chuckled and said "Capturing and holding hostages is not done in this house. Perhaps you have the wrong house Min Yoongi." Jin said and your eyes went wide at the name.

"I swear I'll-" the other started to charge but you ran out and stood guard infront of the now shocked intruder and Jin.

"Hosu" you said and looked at your childhood friend whom you thought you knew fully, but now his demeanor changed.

"Ciel" you said, to the other seemingly childhood bestfriend of yours. You knew he was killer but never thought you'd see him like this, gun in his hand.

The two of them went oale as soon as they took in your figure, your skin, your demeanor and you fangs, almost threatening them. That was when you realised, Hosu's eyes got glassy and his legs were almost quivering and even Ciel had the same expression.

"What have they done to you!" Hosu tried to run to you but Jihyo and Jimin blocked their path.

"What do you mean! And why do you have guns and uh what's that obnoxious smell" you said.

"That's the smell of the mutts" Jungkook said, chuckling.

"I am confused abd what name did you just call Ciel with Jin?" You asked finally looking at him

"So these are your Hosu and Ciel. No doubt Namjoon never found them" Jin said with a smirk.

You looked at the duo as they looked and you and said "Yn we can explain, but please don't drive is away" Hosu said.

"You guys go back to the base" Yoongi said sternly and the group of about ten people that were standing behind them, equally armed, left.

"Let's sit and talk" you said and sat on the ground.

"Wah! So hospitable" Hosu scoffed.

But you gave him a stern look that made him shut up and sit on the ground.

"What happened to you Yn. We've been searching for you but you were no where!" Ciel said

You then conveyed the whole story of what happened that night and how you were actually saved. Hosu almost seemed he could cry.

"But your cafe owner called us and said that you spilled hot coffee over you and were admitted on in the hospital and our car got jumped on in an alley and then we couldn't find the cafe owner either" Yoongi said "By the time we shook them off and went to the hospital she had told her it was past midnight and we got to know you never went to that hospital and we've been searching since then"

"But why would Ms. Lee do that?" You asked

"What's her full name?" Namjoon asked "Let me look her up"

"Lee Jieun", you said and they all froze"

"You worked for Lee Jieun? Yn!" Hosu shouted "You always called her Ms. Lee" he freaked out

"I don't understand why is that a big deal? And it didn't come up" you said.

"Lee Jieun is the leader of Argon clan" Jihyo said.

"Not just that they killed yours and my parents" Hosu said.

"But-but my parents died in a car accident and you said you never knew yours!" You said.

"That's not true, Yn, you think you know us from the orphanage where you went when you were 10, but you have known the two of us all your life" Ciel said.

Suddenly, Jin shouted out "Yoongi! No!"

"She deserves to know Kim, no matter what her Mr. Ln had wanted it doesn't matter cause its her life that is on the line and she deserves the truth" Ciel no Yoongi said.

But you could hear him, you couldn't hear all their banters and arguments, you felt as if a rush of memories suddenly entered your head like a stream. Memories of two boys and grown ups, you parents.

(italics is flash back)

"Hobi! Pass me the ball" you shouted at the child with a bright smile. "Yoongi come play" you shouted at the sleeping child

"No I'm too tired for this" he said.

Yes, you knew these two kids. The scene changes to when the three of you kids where put in a vehicle, and your parents told you from the window that they'll come and get you that you'll be fine. You cried so hard, that was the first time you saw Yoongi cry as well, but Hoseok held the both of you on his two sides securely and Yoongi's mother drove and tried to say soothing words. You remembered you you spent a week in a house in the middle of the forest with Yoongi's mom at Hoseok's grandparents' home, from where you had almost gotten kidnapped, and Hoseok had gone through his first even transformation to save you from those vampires.

The scenes changed again as you saw a very familiar face who soothed you as you cried. You remember seeing him before many times as he visited your house and spoilt you with gifts. Who held you in his arms when you were crying from the pain of the loss of your parents and told you that everything will be fine and then his eyes turned a blue color.

You remembered how you forgot so many important parts of your life and him.

(end of flash back)

You felt e every childhood memory surface and coursed through your mind and you called out.

"Hobi? Yoongi? Jinnie?" The sound if those familiar names in your mouth sounded like homey to the eyes of the three respective boys. And Hoseok literally ran past a of the vampires and engulfed you in a tight hug. You melted in the embrace of your best friend, you missed him. Yes, growing up was difficult for you three but jt was more difficult for these two and you realised that now.

"You're cold" he mumbled.

"You stink" you said.

"That's the mutt" Jungkook saud shrugging.

"Stop calling the wolf a mutt" you said.

"You remember?" You heard Jin ask.

"Everything Jinnie" you said as you watched the older man's ear turn red at the sound of the name you used to call him when you were a child.

"I am still sitting here" you heard Yoongi sigh. You just walked up and tackled in down in a hug. You heard him whimper, and say "I thought we had lost you. We looked through the whole city"

"Of course you did, I left no trace" Jimin said scoffing.

"That's good though, but I know as a fact that they know Yn is alive and they have been sniffing around" Hobi said.

"Then we need to be prepared" Jihyo declared.

"I think its time we take matters in our hands as the Lords have been turning a blind eye to their deeds" Jin said

"But why?" you asked wondering.

"Because the leader of the clan is one if the Lord's niece" Jungkook said.

"But why is the leader after me and why were only my memories taken away?" You said.

"Be-" hobi was interrupted by Jin who said "Let me explain that" he continued to say "Yn, you and Yoongi are the descendants of famous hunter families. While Yoongi's grandfather and father died in a raid when you were very small. Yn your grandfather and parents ran loads of missions helping the soldiers of the Lords capture rogue and human hunting vampires. A huge amount of them belonged from the Argon clan. In one such mission you killed her Mother" he said and you were shocked.

"I? Wasn't I small?" You said.

"You were but you've aways had impenetrable targets, and even at the age of eight. I know its all hazy but the memories will get back to you. Her mother had attacked your mother and in order to save your own you threw a silver dager at her immediately paralyzing her and your mother killed her. So the leader Lee Jieun, holds you responsible. And regarding your memories, you see a lot of factors and elements come together and make up the scent of any being. Masking his scent was easy for Hoseok as he is a were wolf, but you and Yoongi needed monthly dose of potions, that I used to make. But your grandfather had told me, if something bad were to happen to him or your family, I mist wipe and lock away all your abilities so that you are kept safe and away from this world. You spend ages in that orphanage in Busan and then came back to Seoul, you were somehow tracked" Jin ended.

"Jin has always protected you from the shadows" Jihyo said.

"That piece of information was unnecessary" Jin scoffed

"You knew!" Namjoon and Taehyung spoke at once.

"Yeah only Jin and I knew" Jihyo said.

You just smiled and went and embraced the older Vampire. You didn't know why but you always felt a warmth from Jin. Jihyo said it could be due to a slight bond that might have been created due to the fact that he gave you his blood. But, you couldn't help but feel it only that made you all these stuff towards him.

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The dinner plans had changed slightly as Jin invited your two friends to the dinner as well.

Yoongi had helped Jin into making a decent meal and all the 10 of you loved it. You discussed that it was time that the vampires and werewolfs joined hands in getting the Argon clan to stay in the line.

"I'll speak to the pack leader and arrange a meeting as soon as possible, hyung"

"Hey Hoseok" Jungkook suddenly called and you hit his arm accross the table

"Ouch what?" He said glaring at you

"He's older call him hyung, both of them" you said

"What do you mean he's older no he's not" Jimin said

"I am considering the biological age which is more for him and I wont repeat myself" you said sternly knowing that the boys already loved you enough to not be able to disobey you.

"Okay, Hoseok hyung" Jungkook said deadpanning.

The whole time Jin just stared at you, marvelling the way you spoke and handled his brothers. You didn't notice that but he was smiling to himself and had eyes full of adoration which didn't go unnoticed by Taehyung and Yoongi.

You exchanged numbers with your friends before they left and gave each of them a hug.

"Be safe, please" you told the both of them as you watched them drive off.

"Okay, now who will fix the door that they broke?" Jihyo muttered as soon as their car was seen to drive off.

"I'll get the tool box" Taehyung said "Yn take Namjoon hyung away"

"Hey!" Namjoon protested.

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[queen-haq]

Fic: Alive [Chapter 2]

Summary: Aidan traced the thin chain around his neck, rubbing the infinity pendant between his fingers. No longer a symbol of their everlasting love, it was something he touched in anger when he thought of Sage. It was the only thing of hers that still remained with him after eight years, the last possession which still connected them together. When he did find Sage again, and he would no matter how long it took, he planned to destroy the pendant - and her.

Taking place across two timelines, Alive tells the story of Aidan and Sage, high school sweethearts driven apart by who they are and where they come from. Once enemies then lovers, their relationship runs full circle when they meet again in the present, now prepared to destroy each other.

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It took Sage a few weeks to start adjusting to her new life and surroundings. While not any closer to the Woods than before, she had learned to tolerate them and had even exchanged friendly conversations with Theo – which Cat was not the least bit pleased about if her scornful glances were any indication.

Sage also had to admit she had been too quick to judge the students at Belleville. Although Cat and her group of friends were still obnoxious, not everyone was as narrow-minded as them. There was Tara, who was one of the smartest students in the school and had quite a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and Anna, a film geek who had aspirations to be a famous director one day. David was one of the most beautiful people she had ever met and flamboyantly gay, which unfortunately meant he was picked on at times but somehow he never let it affect him. 

At first Sage had been determined to not make any friends - not like she was planning to be in LA for long - but Tara’s increasing stubbornness in forging a friendship with her finally broke down her resolve. Grateful to be part of the group now, she actually looked forward to school some days.

Other days she wanted to run and leave everything behind, and it was usually because of Aidan. She had heard through the grapevine the reason he seemed to have it out for her had more to do with reconciling with Cat than actual hatred for her. Apparently they were always on-again, off-again and because their recent status was off he was trying to get back into Cat’s good books. Whatever his reasons, he was an absolute jackass and Sage hated him in a way she had never despised anyone before. He tried her patience a lot; like it wasn’t bad enough she had to see him in school he was also over at the house practically everyday. She didn’t understand why; it’s not like he didn’t have a home. He was filthy rich being the only child of a mega Hollywood producer and some famous ballerina. Maybe they couldn’t stand being around him either.

The thought made her snort as she cleaned up the counter after making a sandwich, only to look up to find Aidan leaning on the kitchen doorframe. He’d been outside playing basketball with Theo a few minutes earlier; unfortunately it looked like the game was finished which meant he was here to mess with her now. Like always he was glaring at her, his usual smirk in place. Oh, how she wanted to smack that goddamn smile off his face. 

“Maid work, huh? Looks like they’re finally putting you to use.”

“Fuck off.”

“Why don’t you shut that filthy mouth and make me a sandwich?”

“Why don’t you jump off a bridge and die?”

“You should be nicer to me. One word from me and these guys will throw your chunky ass out on the street.”

You scoffed at him. “Oh, please. Like anybody listens to you.”

“Saw you eyeing me down when we were playin’ outside. You have no shot, you know. You’re not my type.”

“I was watching ‘cause it was funny. You can’t play. You suck at basketball.”

He sneered. “Like you’re some kind of star athlete?” 

“Don’t need to be one. I have eyes. I can see when someone sucks.” She tilted her head, flashing him a cold smile. “But I guess you don’t need to worry about all that. You always have daddy’s trust fund to fall back on, right?”

His jaw clenched, her words must have hit a nerve. Normally she’d feel guilty about being such a bitch to someone but this was Aidan. As far as she was concerned, he deserved far worse than what she was dishing out.

She grabbed the plate of sandwich and moved to exit the kitchen, already anticipating trouble as she she had to walk past him to leave. As expected he reached out to grab the doorframe, blocking her way. Leveling him with a hostile stare, she stared up at him. He was tall, over six feet to her five feet three inches, and that automatically made her feel defensive. If he was trying to intimidate her, it was working – not that she would ever admit it. “Move.”

The smirk on his face dissolved. He stared at her intently, his hazel eyes spewing venom. “You think you know me, Sage? You don’t. You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re an insecure little prick who’s acting like an asshole just to impress his ex.  Even you have to admit that’s pathetic.” His piercing glare was nerve-wracking but she refused to look away, knowing he would use any sign of weakness to taunt her further. “Get out of my way.” She wasn’t sure what to expect next but relief surged through her when he lowered his arm a second later. With her head held high, and heart pounding in her chest, she walked away.

***

Sage shut the door behind her, and entered the security code in the alarm panel. It was a Saturday night, everyone was out. She always liked it when the house was empty because no one was judging her, or throwing daggers at her with their eyes (as Stacey often did), and she felt free to be herself.

Her stomach growled, and she headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat. She was inspecting the contents of the fridge when the landline started ringing. She ignored it at first, figuring they would reach whoever they needed on their cell, but as it kept ringing continuously, she finally answered it. “Hello?”

“Is Cat home?”

It was Aidan, just her luck.

“Obviously not or she would have answered already.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Try her cell.”

“I already did, she’s not picking up.”

“Maybe she’s out on a date and doesn’t want to be bothered by you.”

“I need to talk to her.”

The fact Aidan didn’t rise to her taunts was concerning enough, but the desperation in his voice was doubly so. She was used to him sounding cocky and smug, not frantic like he was now. “Why don’t you come over and wait here? I’m sure she’ll be home soon.”

“I’ll be there in five,” he said and hung up.

Shoot. She was hoping he would turn down her offer. What the hell was she thinking? It was too late to change her mind, considering he would be here soon. Almost on cue the bell rang followed by a knock on the door. She took a deep breath and went to answer it.

Aidan was waiting for her on the porch, his hair messy and free of its usual gel, t-shirt half-tucked into a pair of scuffed jeans. The black puffer jacket he was holding was the only thing that looked clean. Before she could say anything, he stepped inside.

Aidan never just walked, he swaggered, his every step reflective of his superior attitude and designed to bring attention to his good looks. Tonight, however, there was stiffness in his gait. He forged ahead of her, dragging his jacket on the floor. She closed the door and followed behind him, wondering if he hurt his back.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, after noticing him wince with pain when he tried to sit down.

“None of your fucking business.”

“It will be if you pass out in front of me.”

“Your concern’s touching.”

“Don’t mistake self-preservation for concern.”

He waived her away. “Why don’t you go back to the servant’s quarters and leave me the fuck alone?” 

God, she hated him, and now she was angry at herself for inviting him to come over. No wonder he was being an ass, he probably figured he could walk all over her because she’d been nice to him. She stormed out of the den and exited the house through the back door.

Shortly after, back in the comfort of the pool house, she changed into her pajamas before climbing into bed. When she tried to sleep, however, all she could think about was how hungry she was. She hadn’t eaten anything in the last few hours, just to see if she could go on a diet if she really needed to, but apparently she lacked the will power. Oh well. So she was never going to be skinny. Whatever. 

Throwing the covers aside, she slipped out of bed and went outside. Once inside the main house, she was making her way to the kitchen when the sound of a frustrated groan stopped her in her tracks. It was Aidan. She contemplated staying put, but after she heard him cry out again she couldn’t ignore his voice. Reluctantly she walked to the bathroom and found him clad in his jeans, facing away from her. She froze, catching sight of his naked back; it was covered in bruises and cuts, some of the wounds still bloody. Like someone had whipped him.

“What? This turning you on?”

He met her gaze in the mirror. Despite his angry expression, his voice lacked its usual vitriol; she realised he was embarrassed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Aidan,” she said is a brisk tone. Being hostile to him was much easier than showing compassion, and she had a feeling he would appreciate it more.

“A strip show from me is gonna cost you. Hope you have a stack of hundreds.”

“No, but I have a first aid kit in my room. I’ll even help you with your back as long as you shut up and don’t irritate me.”

He hesitated for a second, as if contemplating the sincerity of her offer. Finally he pantomimed zipping his mouth shut, and she had to force herself not to smile at his dramatics. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

After grabbing the first aid kit, she returned to the bathroom. His eyes followed her reflection in the mirror until she came closer, relieved that his back was now blocking the mirror from her line of sight. There was something disturbing about being the focus of his attention when he was studying her so intently without a hint of sneer or smirk on his face.

With a gentle touch, she cleaned his wounds and applied the bandages. He still winced once in a while, and her stomach clenched with anxiety just thinking about the pain he was in. After finishing, she shifted back to give him space to turn. “All done.” His gaze centered on her again, the awkward tension returning between them. Avoiding his eyes, she stepped around him to wash her hands. “Try not to get in anymore trouble,” she said before rushing out of the bathroom.

***

Sage was heating up leftover pizza when Aidan popped into the kitchen, wearing one of Theo’s shirts. He didn’t look very pleased to find her in there, which was somewhat comforting; at least she wasn’t the only one who felt strange about the whole night.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he said. He appeared unusually nervous as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Why would I? You’re the last person I want to talk about.”

“And don’t start thinking we’re friends or something. We’re not.”

“I know that. I don’t make friends with assholes.” 

“Good. Keep it that way.”

She grabbed the plate from the microwave, moving to leave when he spoke up again.

“Thanks for… everything.”

Gratitude did not suit him; she much preferred it when he was being obnoxious. “Whatever,” she replied without bothering to look at him and exited the main house.

Later that night she was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep, when her thoughts turned to Aidan. She wondered why his back was covered with faded scars, if he’d been involved in a fight. She hadn’t seen any bruises on his hands which led her to think he hadn’t defended himself, but he wasn’t the type of guy that didn’t fight back. If anything, he was always the aggressive one, instigating confrontations. After several minutes of wracking her brain trying to come up with a plausible explanation, she forced herself to stop thinking about him. Whatever he was involved in, she didn’t want to be a part of it. At all. And she was sure he preferred that as well.

Besides, she had her own life to worry about.

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[maddiem4-writes]

Reposado - Chapter 11

I shut the door to the supply closet. With clothes under one arm, and a heavy tank of flammable propellant dragging behind me with the other arm, we were ready to rock. If I didn’t pass out from all this exercise, maybe we’d be alright. And thankfully, the noise of the tank was only mildly obnoxious against linoleum, where it would have been an unstealthy shriek on some other surfaces.

Citrine trotted not too far ahead, scouting, but not trying to show off. She looked back at me. “The halls are deserted between the hours. Very useful for us. I do have a question about it, though.”

I chuckled between huffs. “You have a question for me? Well damn, little witch cat, go for it.”

Citrine rolled her eyes. “I’m not a witch, I am a familiar. Cassiopeia is my witch.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Wait, Cassie’s a witch now? I thought she was a priestess? Of something?”

“Yes! Of witches, kitten! Sheesh. What do they teach you in these schools?”

“Not a lotta witchcraft, fam.”

She put her paw over her eyes. “Clearly. I’m her familiar, she’s my witch, which means we’re heartbound to each other. Some witches have a tremendous amount of power, so they are given more of a burden to shoulder, and Cassiopeia is just such a priestess. Got it?”

I pondered. “Makes sense. Like Spider-Man.”

Citrine stared at me dumbfounded.

“You know, with great power…”

“Yes, I know who Spider-Man is. Sure. Like Spider-Man.” I’d caught up, finally, and she resumed trotting ahead. “Just do not get confused and think I am a sidekick. Remember? One person in two parts. We are equals.”

I thought about that. “So what happens if she dies? You said… that’s happened to you before. What happens when you’re one soul and half of you dies?”

She stared at me with a harshness that made me briefly stop walking. “…You grieve, kitten. For a very, very long time.” She turned forward and started walking again, and I followed. “You forget some pieces of yourself. Others hurt to think about. It is half your arteries being cauterized and ripped out, but as long as those gaps don’t heal closed, you can at least remember the shape of what was stolen from you. The absence becomes the closest approximation you can find to presence, but it is still hollow and agonizing, a pain savored and held onto in desperation. It… is grief. And I have felt it three times.”

“That’s…. awful. I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

She said nothing.

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions.”

“It is natural.” Could cats grit their teeth through words?

I thought for a few steps. “You said you had a question for me, earlier. And I got us distracted. I’m sorry. I know it was something about the halls being empty, or…” I looked around, trying to find words for some vague thing in someone else’s head. “…or… something. I don’t know. But like… fire away.”

Citrine stopped and looked down at the ground for a few seconds. “When I found you, you were alone in the hallway. No one else around, and I think you had maybe been there for awhile. I just wonder to myself. I have heard that these years were… hard for you. I should just like a clearer picture of that, if you don’t mind.”

I shrugged. “Why’s everything gotta be a big deal? I laughed too hard at something funny and got sent to the nurse. Before she exploded, obviously, but I’m like 95% confident I didn’t do that. Why’s everybody gotta worry if I’m doing okay, all the time?”

I dragged the tank quietly for awhile, collecting my thoughts.

“… I can’t be around people all the time. It’s a lot for me. I like being alone, I feel like I can breathe when I’m alone. But like… what would my life be without my friends? Because I do have fun with them. They give me a lot of reason to be around. I dunno. It feels like… having to pick between having water and having air. And yeah, when you examine that, it’s kinda fucked up.”

We’d arrived. I hadn’t even realized. I just stood there, with the ingredients du crime, like a dumbass. Just kinda… not looking at anything, really. Just kinda looking off into nothing. Citrine said nothing, just… watched me, and waited.

“… and I don’t like when people ask about it, because… I don’t think I can be examined, and have the things I’m hanging onto for dear life, at the same time. I hang onto like, the normal friend shit. Every time someone asks if I’m doing alright, I… I panic. Like oh here we go, we’re pathologizing me now, bye-bye normal life I was surviving by. For who knows how long, behind who knows what kind of lock. I can’t live like that, cat. Not when your life can just get… fucking revoked indefinitely.”

I realized I was crying a little. Guess I finally figured that shit out.

“Yeah. That’s what it boils down to. You can ask if I’m okay, or I can be okay, but you can’t have both. Fuckin’… yeah. That’s what it is.”

Citrine walked close to me, paused, and then rubbed on my leg, putting her weight into it. She didn’t say anything for awhile. Just… comforted me and thought about it. And I just stood there. I let the tank rest upright and I wiped my face with my sleeve, avoiding the bloodstains on the cuffs. Fuckin’ feelings. Some impractical shit.

The familiar looked up at me after awhile. “You know… kitten… you will not always need to face your fear of loneliness, by hiding it in lonely places.”

I laughed bitterly. “What, it’s in my stars? Oh no no, the future. You guys are from the future right? Well tell, me, the future changes every time you go back, right? Like that’s her biiiiig special priestess power, isn’t it? You mess with time and everybody’s gotta pick up the pieces afterwards?”

Citrine stared at me and bristled warily. “You… are not as slow as you pretend to be. Human.”

I shook my head. “Exactly. I knew it. So you talk big about the future you came from, but you don’t really know, do you? The second you get here, the future’s up for grabs all over again. You don’t know shit, jack shit.”

Citrine backed away a few steps. “Analisa, what are you about to do?”

I rested my hands on the knees of my jeans. “That’s the thing. You don’t know. I could do anything, couldn’t I? Join a buddhist commune and find nirvana. Lick an outlet and kill myself. I could do anything and you just don’t know. So don’t… fucking tell me I’m gonna be fine, okay? I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do.” I walked into the room with the clothes, and stared back at Citrine. Her eyes never left mine as I slammed the door.

“I’m gonna do the fucking plan.”

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