#i made myself queasy writing this

[demonpiratehuntress]

dreams

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - majority of your dreams seem to manifest in the real world somehow, so when you have one about your crush and your best friend...things get a little out of control.

warnings - heavy angst (im sorry), hurt to comfort

a/n: when i started writing for this fandom i PROMISED myself i would not make it all angst and no fun, but oh well :))))) idek where this idea came from, i need help

You woke up from a nap with the sickening urge to empty your stomach overboard. Nausea reared its ugly head, and before you could even try to tame the feeling, you were sprinting to the side of the ship to empty your stomach.

What exactly was the cause?

This would sound insanely ridiculous, and to you it really was, but you had a weird dream. And it didn't sit well with you. Most of the dreams you had often became a reality, albeit with slight changes. There were some that didn't, but almost all of them came true eventually or manifested in a similar way at some point.

And that's probably the reason you couldn't stop yourself from vomiting obscenely before your stunned - and confused - crew.

"(Name), are you okay?" Nami asked worriedly, coming over to you.

You flinched away from her, increasing her confusion, before turning and running off to the bathroom. She exchanged looks with the others who were out on deck - Usopp and Luffy - before shrugging it off and going back to mapping the ship's course.

The truth was, you had a completely unexpected yet maddening dream while napping, one that you prayed to any god who would listen would not come true. You had dreamed of Zoro - the man you had the biggest crush on - and Nami, which may seem an odd coupling and probably was but you couldn't control your dreams. Much like how you couldn't control how you felt about it, despite it only being a fictional idea your mind concocted.

You went straight to yours and Nami's room after cleaning yourself up, setting up the divider that separated your section from hers so you wouldn't have to deal with seeing her if she came in. Your behaviour was unfair to her, since you knew she would never do anything like that, nor did she have any romantic interest in Zoro. In fact, she barely had any interest in the swordsman at all. But according to your dream, that might change.

You curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket right up over your head to shield yourself from the real world. The familiar feeling of something wet running down your cheek informed you that you had started crying, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't move. You didn't have the energy to move, much less bring your hand up to wipe your tears away. So you just lay there, curled up in a foetal position, trying - and miserably failing - to get your mind off it.

A while later, a knock at your door caused you to jerk up in your bed, before you groaned and flopped back down.

"Go away!"

"Nami said you're sick," came Sanji's voice, "So I made you some soup. Please open the door."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't either of the two people you were currently trying to avoid. Slowly dragging yourself out of bed, you had to make even more effort to get yourself to the door. Forgetting that you had just been crying, you opened it and let the cook in, confused when his expression immediately grew alarmed.

"(Name), why are you crying??" He immediately set the soup down and pulled you into a comforting hug - one that seemed to be much warmer than usual right now.

"I-I'm fine," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Just not well."

He nodded, falling for your excuse, before pulling away to hand you the soup, "Here, this should help. If you need more, or if you need anything else, just let me know." He smiled at you, before leaving you alone once again.

You sat back down on your bed and ate the soup - because who can say no to Sanji's cooking, even if you're not really in the mood to eat? And it did help, the warmth helping to settle your queasy stomach and alleviate the nausea if only a little bit. Minutes after you finished it, there was another knock and you frowned, wondering who it was now.

You didn't answer, in fear of it being Zoro.

Just the thought of Zoro had you replaying that dream all over again, and before you could stop yourself or at least soften the sound, sobs were wracking your body and you were burying your face in your hands, crying into their warmth.

The door opened and a familiar set of heavy footsteps reached your ears before the bed dipped beside you. Your entire body froze up, tensing at the arrival of the green-haired swordsman. Your sobs fell silent, hiccups replacing them as you stilled and tried your best to quell your sadness - still keeping your face hidden.

"What happened?" Came that usually-comforting deep voice you loved so much, but that now caused your nausea to return. "What's wrong, (Name)?"

"Please go away," you found yourself speaking, not wanting to push him away but knowing you'd feel even more ridiculous if he found out how you felt about him while you were recounting a silly dream.

"No."

Usually the swordsman would leave without a word if you asked for space, or if you told him to go away, but this time he could see you were absolutely not okay and you needed someone. Luffy wouldn't be a good idea, Usopp wouldn't know what to do, and you seemed to be avoiding Nami. And he sure as hell did not want that stupid cook anywhere near you right now, in fear of him comforting you so well that the swordsman would lose you to him entirely.

You didn't respond to that, so Zoro brought his hands up to slowly and gently peel yours away from your face. You let him, shocking yourself, and the sight of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face caused his heart to constrict painfully.

"Tell me what's wrong."

He held your hands in his own, not wanting to let go. He had waited so long to be able to hold them, and he was glad for this excuse to. But he was heartbroken seeing you so upset and apparently sick over something he didn't know about yet. He gently squeezed your hands, silently encouraging you to speak. He wasn't good with words, but if comfort was what you needed he would do and say whatever he could to make your pain go away.

"It's you and Nami."

He stiffened. He didn't know what that meant, but just hearing he was part of the reason you were so upset made his heart sink.

"What did we do?"

"It's...um...it's silly," you replied quietly, voice low but pain still evident. "It doesn't matter." You tried pulling your hands away, but Zoro only gripped them tighter.

"It does, if it's making you this upset."

Reluctantly, you relayed to him what you had dreamed about, voice cracking halfway through as more tears fell. You felt even sillier saying it to someone else, especially him, and avoided making eye-contact throughout the entire explanation. When you finished, you shot him a small, brief glance - only to do a double take when you saw the absolutely horrified and disgusted look on his face.

"Me and the thief?" He questioned, distaste clear in his tone. "You've got to be kidding me." He sighed, sneakily shifting closer to you on the bed. "That can't be possible."

"But-"

"Some of your dreams don't come true," he reminded you, "This is definitely one of those. You want to know how I know?"

You nodded slowly, biting your lip.

You did not expect his next words.

"Because I already dream about doing that with you."

Your jaw dropped. If you were like Luffy, it would have probably dropped all the way to the floor, you were so stunned by his confession. Your formerly slowed heartbeat picked up speed again, heat filling your cheeks as you processed his words.

"Me?"

"Mhm. Only you. Been a recurring dream, actually."

As you stuttered out an incomplete sentence and then stammered through some nonsense, Zoro leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against yours, locking you in a slow but sweet kiss. His lips were warm and soft, inviting you to lean into him and return the kiss. The affectionate gesture had butterflies blooming in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whispered once you remembered how to speak.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you into a warm, comforting and secure embrace.

You sat like that quietly for a while, Zoro rubbing soothing circles onto your back while you clung to him, face buried in his neck. He kissed the top of your head every few minutes, in between mumbling sweet words of comfort into your ear - mainly "you're beautiful" and "i'm yours" because he didn't know what else to say. But it was enough for you.

Eventually, he spoke up.

"You should clear things up with Nami. She's upset because you're not talking to her."

"I know...later."

He chuckled and tightened his grip on you, keeping you warm and increasingly happy in his strong arms. He didn't intend on letting go, but that was good because you didn't want him to.

BONUS:

"STUPID MOSSHEAD!"

Loud banging and clanging jerked you awake the morning after your confessions, the sound of Sanji's loud exclamation having woken you - but not Zoro - up. He probably had woken up the others as well.

You tried to get up to see what was wrong, but Zoro refused to let go. He was still sleeping, but his arms wound around you even tighter, pulling you back against him. You sighed, knowing you could ask someone else later anyway.

Nami poked her head around the divider and smirked, "He's upset that Zoro finally confessed and ruined his chance to woo you."

You laughed at that, "Give him an hour, max. Then he'll try to woo you."

She groaned, "I'm already dreading it."

The two of you laughed, and it felt good to be back on speaking terms with her. Even though, strictly speaking, you hadn't had a reason not to be in the first place. But oh well.

The power of dreams...

#one piece #opla #one piece live action #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #opla x reader #zoro x you #opla zoro x reader #op #opla zoro x you

[wlntrsldler]

Three Hundred and Seventy-One Days | Luke Castellan

a/n: not canon-compliant! i hate this actually but i needed to write something to get me back in the zone! sunshine reader because i wanted a broody luke lol.

i. Three days.

Right before the sun sets behind the hill at Camp Half Blood, there's a chill in the air that hits Luke's skin in a way that makes him feel like he's back on the roof of his house in Connecticut. He found out about it when he returned from his failed quest when he was searching for a moment of solace, away from the pitiful eyes of the campers, away from the voice that haunted his dreams. Perched on a branch, hidden by the shade of the leaves, leaning against the bark of the tree with sticky amber clinging to the material of his orange shirt, Luke sits there until the sun disappears for the day.

It reminds him of the days he would crawl out of his bedroom window to escape the sounds of his mother's incoherent mumbling. He would sit there in nothing but a thin t-shirt and his cargo shorts, goosebumps rising on his skin, as he talked to himself. It was a bad habit he picked up in his younger years. He kept himself company at home because his mom didn't talk to him much, not really, and when she did, when her words made sense for once, all Luke could do was count down the minutes until he lost his mother again.

Before he was old enough to understand his heritage, who his father was, he used to pray to an entity he didn't believe in to give his mother moments of clarity, slivers of coherence so he at least knew something, anything, about the woman he called mom. But after the first time Luke's wishes were granted, he stopped praying. Somehow it was more painful watching his mother drift in and out of consciousness than it was living with a stranger he knew he loved, but knew nothing about.

For a year, that spot on the tree was a secret. Nobody knew that Luke would climb up there every day just to feel the breeze against his skin. Nobody questioned why the Hermes head counselor would disappear at the same time, until you came along.

"Whatcha doin' up there?"

Luke nearly lost his balance on the branch at the sound of your voice from under him. He looked down to see you smiling up at him, hands laced together behind your back. You were eighteen, the same as him, and when he first heard of your arrival, Luke was jealous. You got to have 18 years of childhood, while he was only granted half of that. It didn't seem fair.

"You should be at dinner," Luke replied, leaning back against the tree. The sun made the sky a soft orange color. The darkness of the night was creeping in through the corners of the sky, the chill he searches for each night engulfed him.

"To be fair, so should you, head counselor," You replied, analyzing the indents in the bark of the tree trunk that formed from Luke's constant climbing. You slotted your feet in the crevices, making your way to the tree branch beside Luke's. The two branches were close to each other, growing steadily until they almost touched at the tips. "Woah, this view is unreal."

"Be careful," He mumbled, clenching his jaw. "I'm not gonna take you to the infirmary if you fall and break a bone."

"Relax," You chuckled, situating yourself. "I can handle myself."

Luke nodded once and turned his attention back to the skyline. In this light, the scar across his cheek was prominent. It's healed well enough, but it still left a bump across his flesh that made Luke queasy every time he looked at it for too long. The two of you sat in silence as the sun disappeared. Luke tilted his head to look at you, only to find that you were already staring at him. He rubbed the side of his face against his shoulder as if trying to wipe away the scar on his shirt, "What are you doing here?"

You shrugged, "Not really into the whole offerings thing, to be honest."

"So you decided to wander into the woods alone?" Luke asked, "That's dangerous. There's a lot of things out here that you wouldn't believe. You can get hurt."

"But it's okay when you do it?"

"I know how to fight," Luke found himself taking on a defensive position. "You just got here."

"That doesn't mean I don't know how to fight," You replied. Your voice was calm, despite the slight bite to Luke's tone. "Just because I didn't spend my childhood playing with swords and bows and arrows doesn't mean I don't know how to fend for myself, y'know."

"The things out here are different from schoolyard bullies. I don't think you understand that."

"Are we going to ignore that I fought a hellhound on my way here or...?"

"You fought a hellhound?"

Luke wouldn't have guessed that by the way you walked into the Hermes cabin, all smiles and golden flecks of color in the irises of your eyes. You spoke in a preppy tone and he nearly had to grab his siblings by their ear to drag them away from you. If he was a betting man, he would bet that you were a child of Aphrodite.

"Mhm," You hummed, "See, I'm not so helpless."

"I didn't say you were."

"Yeah, but you implied it," You shrugged, not deterred by his tone. "Anyways, are you gonna tell me what you're doing here?"

"Well, I was trying to get some privacy," He replied. He should've been annoyed at the intrusion, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with you as much as he should've been. "But that didn't go as planned."

"Sorry, sorry," You chuckled, putting your hands up in defense. "Didn't know keeping you company was a no-no. Maybe I do have some things to learn about camp after all."

He scoffed, "Hanging out with me should be the least of your worries."

"I dunno, I always seem to gravitate towards the broody types."

"I'm not broody."

"Right," You laughed. You turned to look at him, jaw dropping when you realized he was serious. "When was the last time you smiled? And not those fake, polite smiles you give to strangers trying to make small talk in the grocery store line, you know?"

No, he didn't know. He didn't go out much, much less to the grocery store to have conversations about the rising prices of produce or the lack of real milk options due to the infiltration of the non-dairy industry.

"I smile all the time," Luke replied, eyebrows furrowing in thought as he tried to remember the last time he smiled at someone. "I smile at campers."

"That's because it's your job, silly!" You giggled, shaking your head. "When was the last time you smiled just because?"

Luke pursed his lips, countering, "When was the last time you didn't smile?"

"When I was fighting the hellhound."

Luke felt his lips quirk up at that. It was a quick-witted response, he'll give you that. He stopped it from becoming anything more and cleared his throat.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it," You sighed, carefully stretching your legs down to the first indent on the tree. You skillfully climbed down and landed on your feet with a thud, "See you around, Luke."

Luke's mouth felt dry at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He was never a fan of his name before. He thought it sounded generic and unoriginal, but when you said it, it didn't sound half as bad as he thought it was. His stomach churned in a way that was foreign to him.

"Hopefully, not here!" He called out, watching as your figure retreated back to the main grounds. "Privacy, remember that!"

"I like the broody types, remember that!" You called back, waving to him before you disappeared into the maze of trees.

ii. Twelve days.

"You lied."

You looked up from your book with an eyebrow raised as you stared at the counselor at the foot of your bed. Luke was standing there, the signature stern look etched on his face. You placed your bookmark in your book, sitting up on your bed as you smiled at him, "Excuse me?"

He had his arms crossed over his chest, the beads of his camp necklace resting on the tops of his knuckles, "You lied. You didn't fight a hellhound."

"Okay, so I didn't fight a hellhound," You said, dragging on the word 'fight' for emphasis. "But I encountered a hellhound."

"Which you befriended."

"Which I befriended," You confirmed, "I named him Stanley. Wanna meet him?"

"No," Luke replied quickly. "That shouldn't even be allowed in here."

"He's sweet," You tutted, slipping your feet into your shoes as you stood up. "Give him a chance, I swear you'll love him."

"You're keeping a hellhound as a pet?"

"He's just a baby," You cooed, jutting out your bottom lip.

Luke felt his face twitch in half-annoyance and half-fondness. He didn't know if he found your naivete dangerous or charming, or both, but he was scared for you. You were too trusting for your own good, "He is not a baby. He's a monster."

"Don't talk about Stanley like that."

Luke rolled his eyes, falling into the same rhythm as your steps, "You don't realize how dangerous this is, Y/N."

"Here you go with the danger thing again," You teased, nudging him. Luke's breath got caught in his chest. Your simple touch seemed to burn his skin. Sparks erupted across his entire body. "Told you, I'll be fine."

"Not every monster you encounter can be defeated by the power of friendship. You can't rely on some kumbaya shit."

"Kumbaya?" You snorted, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You scrunched your face up, a tiny smile tugging on your lips. "You're so...."

"I'm so what?" He questioned, planting his feet on the ground.

"Odd."

He tried not to take offense to that because while your words were like a dagger to his heart, the way you said it showed that you didn't mean it in a bad way. You seemed to be trying to figure him out, pressing his buttons, trying to see what made him tick. And you were succeeding. Luke never ventured to talk to new campers unless he was forced to by Chiron, but he couldn't fight the pull you had on him.

"Broody and odd," He said, resuming his steps, "I'm swooning."

The full belly laugh that escaped you made Luke's steps falter. Campers surrounding you looked at you, confused as to what Luke could've said that made you react that way. Surely, the Hermes Head Counselor wasn't that funny. He wasn't known to crack jokes, not since he returned. You couldn't help it, though. He said it in such a deadpan way that made your sides hurt from laughing so much.

"Just my type," You teased.

Luke didn't like how his cheeks were warming up at your comment. He's not one to flirt or be flirted with. He found girls attractive, sure, but most of them were too intimidated to talk to him so he never really had experience in that department. But he supposed since you grew up in the world, you were used to doing things like this. He wondered if you knew the effect you had on him.

"Dinner is supposed to be good tonight," He said, changing the subject. He was looking everywhere but you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks that seemed to not want to subside.

"Oh, no you don't," You shook your head. "You are not gonna tempt me into going to dinner just so you can hide away in your tree. I'll be there, Castellan."

He grimaced. He was hoping that you'd fall for the trap, but he was learning quickly that you weren't as gullible as he hoped you'd be. Luke sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine, but can you just be careful? You've been lucky that there weren't any creatures lurking around."

"Why don't we just go together?" You asked, "So you can stop worrying about my safety and all."

"I'm not worried about your safety," He lied through his teeth. The idea wasn't bad though. It would keep him from wondering if you were attacked on your way to meet him. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about it. He didn't like this weird protectiveness he had over you. He didn't even know you. "But fine. Meet me at the Hermes cabin after they ring for dinner."

"You got it," You saluted him playfully as you walked away, skipping to meet up with members of the Apollo cabin. How did you manage to make so many friends so quickly? And why did you insist on sticking with him when it's clear that you had other friends you could be bothering instead of him?

Luke tried not to think about it too much as he continued on with his day, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept pulling him back to you. During his lessons with other campers, he took mental notes of what moves he should teach you, just in case anything happened so you'd be prepared. During arts and crafts, he found himself reaching for the gold glitter because it reminded him of your eyes. This caused raised eyebrows from other campers since it was well-known that the counselor didn't like glitter post-Glitter Gate where he was shaking out glitter from his curls for days.

By the time dinner rolled around, he was thankful he stopped thinking about you, but soon realized that it was worse now that you were in front of him, all smiles and banter as you always were. It was getting harder to contain the redness of his cheeks as you complimented him in your own way.

"Lead the way, Castellan," You grinned.

Luke couldn't help but return your smile.

iii. Sixty-six days.

"Stanley, down," You instructed, leaning over to scratch the hellhound behind its ears. "Good boy."

Luke's sword was raised in a fighting stance as he watched you giggle as the hellhound nuzzled into your touch. You somehow managed to make him agree to meet the monster. Pathetically, it didn't take much for Luke to agree. It took you batting your eyelashes at him with a small pout and he reluctantly agreed to meet Stanley.

"Luke," You called him over, still petting the hellhound. "Come on, he won't do anything to you."

"I'm good right here," He grunted, holding onto his sword. "If he tries anything, one of us should be ready and you obviously have your guard down."

"He won't," You assured, "He's sweet."

"Nothing from the underworld is sweet, Y/N."

"You don't think I'm sweet?"

Luke rolled his eyes. You'd been claimed by your father, Hades, a few days ago. It made sense the more he thought about it. The hellhound wasn't sent to attack you, but to protect you. It was sent by your father to guide you to Camp Half Blood. "You're not technically from there."

"Same shit," You shrugged, patting the spot next to you on the grass for him to join you. "Come on, Luke. Come meet Stanley."

It was against everything he believed in. He shouldn't walk over to you to pet a monster like it was a stray dog on the side of the road, waiting to be rescued. But his feet seemed to have a mind of their own because before he knew it, he was walking over to you, sword tossed somewhere beside him to keep his hands free to touch the surprisingly soft fur of the hellhound.

The hellhound purred under Luke's touch, gentle and loving. If Luke ignored the scary color of its eyes, he would confidently say that it was just a dog. Luke's shoulders relaxed, "Okay, he's not half bad."

"Told you," You said, leaning against him. Luke's hands froze for a second, making the hellhound whine. He resumed his scratches, not wanting to take his chances and angering the dog. "See? Not all of us from the underworld are scary monsters."

"You're not from there," He repeated, "Stop saying that you are."

"Hades is my dad, Luke," You whispered. "So I am. I am a part of him."

"You're nothing like the gods."

There was something in his voice that made your heart pound in your chest. It was no secret that Luke's relationship with his father, and all of the gods for that matter, was strained. Luke saying that you were nothing like them with such sincerity made your head spin. It felt definite. It felt like a fact that he could never think of you as that.

"Could be nice though," You joked, trying to cover up the swell in your chest with humor. "Immortality and all."

"Nah, this one life is enough for me, I think."

"What? You're not shooting for rebirth?"

If anyone else would've asked him the same question a year ago, even a few weeks ago, he would've said no. If any of his other lives were like this one, he would decline the request if he could. All that he'd gone through in this lifetime was enough.

But now you were asking him that question with a twinkle of hope in your eyes that made him wonder if he'd judged this life too soon. Maybe there was more to life than fighting and running. Maybe the moments of life when he sits on a tree branch watching the sunset, or when he's yelling at his siblings to stop running in the cabin, or hell, even when he was petting a goddamn hellhound, were enough to make him wish for another shot at this life thing.

Maybe he just needed to learn a thing or two from you. If he could continue to know you in each lifetime, maybe he'll turn out fine.

"Maybe," Luke poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth. He blinked, "I don't know."

"Keep an open mind to it, is all I ask," You said. "I wanna find you in every universe just so I can annoy the shit out of you in each one."

He chuckled softly, not missing the smile that widened on your face as you watched him crack. "I changed my mind. No rebirth for me. I can only handle you in so many lifetimes."

"You'll grow to love me."

I know, Luke wanted to say, and that's the part that scares me the most. Throughout his years at Camp Half Blood, Luke prided himself in knowing that when push comes to shove, he can do what's necessary to succeed. It's what made him the perfect Head Counselor, the best swordsman that Camp Half Blood has seen in years. It's what made him a hero.

But now he didn't feel like that was the case anymore. He was growing soft, weak. He'd spent so much time trying to protect you and keep you from danger that he forgot about protecting himself. You found his Achilles heel and well, Luke was just waiting until he surrendered to you.

He opened his mouth to speak, "If Stanley doesn't kill me first."

If Luke could bottle up the sound of your laughter, he would.

iv. Three hundred and sixty-five days.

"Who is that?"

Luke followed Percy's eyes to the other side of the field. His lips turned up at the corners as he saw you waving at him with a smile on your face. Luke waved back with the same enthusiasm, confusing the boy beside him.

"That's Y/N," Luke responded, picking up his steps to meet you halfway. "That's my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"I know, shocker!" You teased, placing a kiss on Luke's cheek. Luke wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you closer, completely oblivious to the grimace that graced Percy's face. "Mr. Stick-in-the-mud head counselor has a girlfriend."

"Hey!"

Percy scrunched his face up, "You kinda are a stick-in-the-mud. No offense."

"Offense taken," Luke scoffed, poking your side. "Y/N, this is Percy. He's new here."

You stretched out a hand in greeting, "Nice to meet ya, Percy. Welcome to Camp Half Blood."

"Are you always this preppy?"

"She is," Luke said, shrugging. "Nice change of pace from the rest of us, don't you think?"

"Sure," He nodded, eyeing the both of you. Luke's arm didn't move from your waist and you didn't seem to mind. He was too young to understand why you and Luke didn't want to have any personal space. "Are you joining us on the tour that Luke is giving me of Camp Half Blood?"

"Wish I could, but the Stolls are planning to TP the Ares cabin as a prank and I should probably stop them before someone gets maimed at Capture the Flag tomorrow," You cringed.

Luke sighed, dropping his head to your shoulder. You tangled your fingers through his curls, trying to offer some comfort, "I told them not to do that."

"When have your siblings ever listened to you?"

"They used to before you came along!" Luke groaned, "But now they only listen to the pretty counselor."

"Must run in the family," You teased.

"Shut up," Luke grumbled, lifting his head up. Percy could see the blush on Luke's cheeks and he cringed. He hoped he'd never end up like this when he became a teenager. It was obvious you had Luke wrapped around your finger. "Go stop them before Lee gives us a lecture on the dangers of resorting to violence. Again."

"I'm going, I'm going," You laughed. You placed a quick kiss to Luke's lips before waving goodbye to the two boys. Before you were out of earshot, you turned around, "Tree later?"

"See you there!" Luke replied, grinning at you until you made it across the field. He turned to Percy, scratching the back of his neck, "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

"Archery."

"Ah, right! Archery," Luke nodded, continuing his steps, "It's down this way."

Percy followed Luke through the field, staring at the signs that pointed in different directions. Camp Half Blood was huge. This tour was definitely going to take longer than he anticipated. Not wanting to continue with a lull in the conversation, Percy spoke up, "How long have you and Y/N been together?"

Percy figured that Luke would have a lot to say about you which would fill the silence. He was right. Luke smiled at the boy, "A few months. She got here last year and it's been us two ever since. Took me a minute to ask her out, though."

"Well if you liked her, why did you wait? That doesn't make much sense."

"It was complicated," He replied, "I didn't really accept that I liked her until way later. Kinda kept my feelings to myself for a while."

"Is this what being a teenager is like?" Percy asked, cringing at Luke's words. He always imagined that falling in love with someone was easy. If two people liked each other, they should be together, right?

"Yeah," Luke laughed, patting Percy on the back. "Enjoy your early years, Perce. It gets worse from here."

"Geez, you really know how to inspire confidence in someone."

The laugh that escaped Luke reminded him too much of you. There were parts of you that weaseled their way into him. He didn't understand why you laughed so hard at his deadpan comments before, but now that he was on the receiving end of it with Percy, he saw why.

Percy reminded Luke a lot of himself, back when he was younger. It was a weird thing to meet a foil of yourself, someone who you could've been if things had been different. Luke wondered if he'd be like Percy if his life hadn't been so cruel. Not that Percy's life was all sunshine and rainbows, either. Luke heard through the grapevine that Percy lost his mom during the battle with the minotaur, but at least he had a mom that he knew. He had a mom that cared for him.

Luke was dreading the day Percy got claimed. Something told him that it would cause a ripple effect. Start things that Luke wasn't ready for, not yet. Maybe he'll never be ready for it. Had he known that he'd meet you, maybe he wouldn't have said yes to it. Maybe if you had stumbled into Camp Half Blood a day earlier, he wouldn't be facing this.

Luke faked a smile, shaking away those thoughts, "Come on, archery's just around the corner."

v. Three hundred and seventy-one days.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Luke closed his eyes at the familiar voice that joined him on the tree branch. The separate branch that you used to it on morphed into his own. Two branches intertwined, a simple work of nature, but it felt like a symbol. An omen.

The fireworks illuminated the night sky. Luke had never been up here this late before. The air was cold.

"What are you doing here?"

You let out a dry chuckle, "Dejavu for a second there."

"Y/N."

You gulped, slowly inching towards him. There was a crease between his eyebrows as he stared ahead. You sighed, "I came looking for you."

"Why?"

"Luke, don't do this."

He sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his balled-up fists. He winced as he put too much pressure on his cheek, his scar stinging at the contact. It's been more sensitive lately the more he spoke to Kronos. He shook his head, "I have to."

"No, you don't," You pleaded, placing a hand on his arm. "It's not too late."

"It is. Don't you understand?" He sobbed, "It's too late."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to break your heart," He whispered. He felt silly saying it out loud, but it made sense to him at the time. He couldn't bare to see your face when he told you about everything. That's why he was going to leave without saying goodbye.

"How's that going for you?"

How you managed to make him laugh even during this, even during the end, was beyond Luke's understanding. He wished you didn't have an effect on him like this. It would make things so much easier.

"I'm sorry."

"For breaking my heart or for betraying all of us?"

Luke licked his lips, "Both."

You removed your hand from his arm. Luke shivered without your touch. "I'll see you again, yeah?"

"I don't know."

"I know," Tears pricked your eyes. Maybe it was the shock of it all, but you were calm. Too calm. It didn't feel real that just a few steps away, camp was in disarray because of the boy beside you. "Rebirth, remember? In every lifetime."

"Sure," He said. Maybe the hope of it all will be enough to get him through this. "I love you."

"I love you, too," You said, leaning over to place a last kiss on his lips. You pulled away as you felt your tears mixing with his, "Go, they'll come looking here soon."

Luke nodded and made his way down the tree. You watched him fade away in the distance.

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I’m finally home after lectures and can write oh em gee…</3

Leon and his wife definitely met through Claire or Rebecca. I don’t wanna go too into depth because the note I typed out was way too long to submit and I didn’t wanna make people mad with scrolling. </3

You had been working at Terrasave for a couple months now, you were running tests on a sample that was deemed to have a new strain of the T-virus. The door to the lab suddenly opened, and there you saw him.

The man of your dreams. You swore your entire world stopped spinning as soon as he stepped into the room, hell, there were probably little hearts in your eyes. He came over and greeted both Claire and Rebecca, offering you a small wave and smile, which made you feel all queasy and sick.

The butterflies in your tummy were going wild, having to excuse yourself to do something entirely different o distract your mind. After about an hour or so, Claire finally finds you sitting at your desk, sorting through a couples files and so. She inquires as to why you bailed on them like that in a teasing manner, you just brushed it off and said you needed to turn in something before a deadline. (Completely lying.)

Claire already knew what the hell was going on, she decided to tease you by asking if it was because Leon was handsome, which you immediately shut down, becoming all red and shy almost immediately.

From then on—everytime Leon came to the lab, both Claire and Rebecca would purposefully leave and make excuses so the two of you could be alone. Safe to say, it worked. 🥹

- Anon! 🎀

(I'll say they probably met after Infinite Darkness So like 2007?)

Claire would be coming in strong every time he showed up. Immediately starts introducing you the second time he comes around, starts talking you up.

"Y'know Leon, she has a PhD in Molecular Biology."

"And a bachelor's in Neuroscience!" Rebecca adds, leaning over the lab table. You look up from your microscope glancing between the two women, smelling their bullshit from a mile away. You know exactly what they're doing.

"That's impressive, you must have been in school for a while to do that." You shrug, trying to downplay your accomplishments.

"8 years..." You meekly answer, trying to go back to your work as Rebecca taps the table, clearing her throat.

Her and Claire make up some kind of half assed excuse about needed to check up on further test results in another room and leave.

The silence in the room is deafening. You could hear a pin drop as your stomach was in massive knots. Until Leon's stomach growls, making you sit up straight and give him side eye.

"Are you hungry, or starving?" You smirk watching him side step around the lab table and grab Rebecca's stool. Sitting on the hard metal stool next to you.

"Ah, starving. Haven't eaten since breakfast. Probably should get myself dinner." You nod, looking back into the sample you're studying and take notes.

"Probably... grab something from that new Korean restaurant down town." You glance up from your work seeing the sheepish smile he's giving.

"I... Heard it was pretty good?" You add, staring with an unsure smile. His stomach growls again making your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"You should probably go get food before you start feeling nauseous." That was already happening with you. God forbid it be the both of you.

Leon nods, looking a little disappointed as he stands from the stool, putting it back in front of Rebecca's spot.

"Yeah, tell them I said I'll see them around. And you too." You nod, looking back to your work again before turning back to Leon as he opens the door.

"Leon." He freezes, head swiveling back with a half smile. "It was nice getting to talk to you this time. Be safe out there."

"Thanks Doc, you too." You roll your eyes as he steps out into the hall. Yelling to him as the door closes slowly.

"Don't make a habit out of the nickname!"

"We'll see!"

The next few times he comes around the same routine happens, Claire and Rebecca talk you up, leave, you two talk little by little and eventually he leaves for dinner. The same exact conversation every time...

After a few months of this Leon comes in again, you're alone for once and Leon wasn't scheduled for anything according to your paperwork.

"Hey, what're you doing here?"

"Just in the area." He leans against the lab table on his elbows, not scared to get close to you now. Your hips are nearly touching by how you're seated.

"So you came to see me." You scoff, looking at him with a tilt of the head. "Or are you looking for one of the others."

"No, just you. It's nice with just the two of us." Your heart nearly stales in your chest.

"Really?" Your eyes light up looking up at him. He chuckles with a nod. You go back to your work as he watches silently.

His smile never falling until he speaks up after a short while.

"So..." You look at him as he looks like he's pondering something. He looks oddly nervous for Leon of all people. "That Korean place is running a special this weekend..."

"Oh? Was it good the last time you went?" His face falls, shaking his head.

"I didn't end up going." You stare for a moment, confused.

"Why not?"

"Kinda weird going out to eat by myself to a nice restaurant."

"But you... You said you were gonna eat there?"

"With you. If you came."

"When did you ask me to come?!" Now it's Leon's turn to look confused, standing up straight, his mouth opens for a second to stutter.

"I-I told you I wanted to get dinner..."

"But when did you say 'Hey, you wanna go to dinner with me?'"

"It was implied... Usually when I ask straight forward I get shot down immediately."

Who the hell would shoot this man down? Was your first question.

"You... You wanted me to go to dinner with you, all this time? Oh my God we're both stupid." Your head sinks into your hands as her leans forward, looking you in the eyes.

"Sweetheart, you have a PhD. You're the farthest thing from stupid. I could have just asked normally." You rub your face with your hands, looking back at him.

"You wanna take me to dinner?"

"Yes... Very badly. Because I think you're pretty and smart. I'd be dumb to not at least try." You chuckle at his compliments as you nod, finally agreeing to go to dinner with him.

An from that day forward you two were each other's.

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New Life

Demetri x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were new to this life. A life sustained on blood. There were only two rules you had been taught: 1. Don't expose your kind. 2. Never attract the attention of the Volturi.

Warnings:

Kinda-sorta-fluff?

Angsty-ish

Word Count: 1400+

Requested?:Yes! @pooka167 I hope you like it!

Heya, thanks for adding me to your taglist! Could I please request a demetri fic (he currently has a chokehold on me, and I blame my adhd brain for picking the most random things to fixate on🤣) where he meets them by chance while on his way back from a mission for the volturi and the reader is a newborn vampire who's very confused about being a vampire but also a little nervous as the person who turned them had explained the volturi and stuff and they freak out thinking they broke a rule without realising it and Demetri reassures them and takes them back to volterra with him to be a part of the volturi? Thank you 💖💖

A/N: This was fun to write.

I was a mistake, he told me. He thought I was gifted. He thought I would make an excellent addition to his coven. The only thing, he said to me, was that at least I was pretty. And even then I was rather mediocre-looking by vampire standards.

I had wanted to cry then. But vampires can't cry of course. This- this man, had cursed me with an immortal life, only sustained by drinking the blood of others. I couldn't even kill myself if I wanted to. So now I was stuck. Forever nineteen and cursed with a burning in my throat that would never subside.

All because he thought I had been gifted.

Instead, I was about as ordinary as one could be. He had wasted his time seducing me. But I suppose time wasn't really relevant for someone who lived for eternity. And for someone who never slept.

That's what I missed the most from my old life. Sleep. I missed being able to turn off my brain. To dream. That and food. Sadly the smell of human food made me gag now. But the thought of taking a human life also made me queasy.

I had a rather substantial amount of control as a newborn. At least that's what I had been told. But in the 5 months I had been a vampire, I'd had my fair share of slip-ups.

Three weeks ago, Nathan finally decided I was useless and left me with one warning. Don't expose yourself or attract the attention of the Volturi.

He had made the consequences very clear if I were to do either.

Since then it had been a struggle. Finding a place to hide and keeping myself in check. I had a hard time taking the lives of innocents, so instead I turned to looking for criminals, which is easier than anyone would think.

But I had lost control twice. I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. A had wiped out a whole family the second time. I wanted to gag as venom filled my mouth at the thought. I'd had a sense of mind to make it look like a house fire in the end and then fled the area.

I was in a new town now and had holed up in a warehouse for the night, the sounds of the water of the empty harbor lulled me into a sense of peace.

Until I heard footsteps.

My eyes popped open and my nose flared in alarm. If they were a human they would be dead. The burning in my throat was too much. My control was this close to snapping. I was suddenly on my haunches, hissing softly.

But... it wasn't a human, although whatever it was... smelled absolutely divine. I couldn't put my finger on the exact smell. Only that I really liked it. Pine mixed with... amber, maybe?

It had to be another vampire.

And it was.

"Well, what do we have here?"

My eyes widened at the sight of him. Outside of Nathan, I had never met another vampire. This man was beautiful, with dirty blonde hair, thin lips, and rather angular face. And his eyes were a stunning red.

And his voice...

I met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through me. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt warmth.

I stood slowly, watching as he gazed at me, mouth slightly agape.

"I have waited centuries for you." He whispered, stunned.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I felt both flustered and confused. Then I caught sight of the necklace around his neck. An intricate 'V' crest.

If I had a beating heart I'm sure it would have slammed out of my chest. I flew backward into the wall, creating a human-shaped imprint before causing it to crumble around me.

The man looked shocked, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I- I promise I haven't done anything. I haven't exposed our kind- I burned- I made it look like a house fire. I promise there was nothing left."

He just gave me a confused look, approaching me cautiously, his hands still out until he was right before me. He squatted down next to me and I cringed away.

"You're not in trouble, love." His voice drifted over me soothingly.

I stared at him warily, despite my body's protests to relax.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

"But- but." My eyes glanced back down to the crest around his neck and he took notice. "Aren't you a part of the Volturi? Aren't you here about the family I killed last week? I'm so sorry-"

"Please relax. I'm not here to punish you for anything. I don't even know what you're talking about, love."

When I still wouldn't relax he held his hand out to me.

"I am Demetri. It is lovely to meet you...?"

I reluctantly took his hand, and if I had still been human I would have blushed violently when he kissed my hand.

"Y- Y/N." I stuttered.

"Y/N."

I really liked the way he said my name.

"Demetri?" A new, deeper voice sounded from behind this… Demetri.

I jumped and cursed myself for not being more aware.

"Just a moment, Felix. I have found something- someone extraordinary."

"Oh?"

Felix came into sight and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. He was huge. Easily the biggest man I had ever seen. And my eyes didn't miss the golden crest hanging from his neck.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned me. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"I mean in vampiric years. When were you changed?"

I paused, still eyeing him warily. Demetri gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Five months. I was changed five months ago,"

"Five months??" Demetri's mouth dropped open in surprise before snapping shut angrily.

I flinched backwards, taking my hand back. He caught himself and relaxed.

"I'm sorry, love. You have done nothing wrong. But why are you on your own? Where is your sire?"

"He left me."

"Left you?" Felix asked.

"Yes. Three weeks ago."

Demetri looked absolutely livid.

"He left you, a newborn, on their own?"

I chewed my lip and his eyes zeroed in on them, his beautiful red eyes darkening a little.

"Who is your sire? Why did he leave?" Felix murmured.

I looked down at my knees guiltily, picking at my worn jeans. Suddenly I was very aware of how disgusting I must appear to them. To Demetri. I shook my head, warmth filling me again at just the thought of him.

"Y/N?"

Demetri's hand appeared over my own, stopping my fidgeting.

"His name is Nathan. I'm not sure where he is now. He- he changed me because he thought I had a gift, but when- when it turned out I didn't…" I blinked harshly at the venom pooling in my eyes. "He left me. He only allows those that are gifted in his coven."

Demetri hissed angrily before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He clasped my hand and lifted it to his lips again. I sucked in a surprised breath myself.

"Why don't you come with Felix and me back to Volterra? We will welcome you with open arms, gift or not."

I looked at Demetri, his pleading eyes staring into my own. I had been warned about the Volturi, but here were two members of the coven who had shown me the most kindness since I had awoken into this new life.

"And it would mean the world to me. To have you there with me."

"You- you said that you had been waiting centuries for me." My voice was barely a whisper. "What does- what does that mean? What did you mean?"

Demetri and Felix shared a look before the latter began to walk away, perhaps to give us a semblance of privacy.

"What did your sire tell you about vampires? About our world?"

His thumb rubbed circles into my now open palm, a gentle caress that helped me finally relax.

"He explained the basics, like feeding and staying inconspicuous. He mentioned that some vampires have gifts… and about the Volturi." I met his eyes then.

"Nothing else?"

I shook my head and in a surprise move, he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead. I felt my body begin to heat up a little.

"Then I have much to teach you, if you'll come back with me that is."

He was pleading. How could I say no? I thought of them leaving me here- of him leaving me and I couldn't stand the thought of it.

"Okay. I think I would like that."

Demetri grinned, and it was like my whole world was shining.

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just saw your post and i’m excited. can you please write a taehyung x reader one. pseudo incest and dubcon and manipulation <3

lmao I'm so sorry everyone

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: intoxication, dub con, soft manipulation + corruption, pseudo incest, praise, degradation (only a little), creampie, tae is basically an angel (with horns)

"Easy there, baby."

You breathed in and out slowly, leaning on Taehyung while he sat you on the edge of the bathtub. He crouched down in front of you, searching your glassy, unfocused eyes with concern.

"How much did you have to drink?"

A few seconds passed. His expression darkened into disapproval as he watched you struggle to remember the answer to his question.

"A- a bit too much," you concluded at last.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go to that party."

"Taehyung, stop," you protested weakly. "You're not my father."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Then how about I go and get your father? I'm sure he'll be delighted to know that while he's working his ass off to get his daughter through college, she's busy sneaking out and drinking."

"That's not true," you whispered, but you were starting to feel queasy and it had nothing to do with the alcohol in your system.

"So I can tell him, then?" Taehyung asked. The tone of his voice was innocent, but there was a wicked gleam in his eyes, like toying with you brought him some sick sense of satisfaction.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, capable of doing nothing more than shaking your head in answer.

Taehyung sighed. He reached out to stroke your hair, running his fingers through the soft strands.

"I just worry about you. I want what's best for you. You know that, right?"

He pressed a kiss into your cheek when you nodded and straightened up, proceeding to unbutton his black shirt. Your heart flipped in your chest. All of a sudden the spell broke, and you found the ability to voice your thoughts again.

"What are you doing?"

He slipped the silky material off his toned shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

"You need to wash up, baby," he said simply, leaning down to wrap an arm around you. "Here, let me help you."

Confusion made you feel so small next to him. You didn't protest when he lifted you up. But when his fingers grazed your thighs and he began lifting the hem of your dress, you squirmed, placing your hands on his chest.

"I can do it myself, Tae."

You tried to push him off you, though it was clear you were in no state to fight him. He arched an elegant brow.

"You can barely stand right now."

You shook your head, clumsily trying to stop his hands from reaching your dress again.

"Stop, you shouldn't-"

"I shouldn't what?" Taehyung questioned. His dark eyes burned into yours, his hands giving your thighs a squeeze, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I just want to take care of you, baby," he said, his voice so soothing it was almost hypnotic. "Isn't that what brothers do? Take care of their little sisters?"

You didn't understand why, but you froze. It might have been the tenderness in his voice, or the way his touch spread a wave of heat through your core. Either way, this time when he lifted your dress, you didn't try to stop him, and he rewarded your compliance with a kiss to your neck. It made your knees buckle.

He wrapped an arm around your waist again and pulled you close.

"Good girl."

You let him unclasp your bra. It joined his shirt on the floor, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable to the hunger in his eyes. At the very back of your mind, even with the liquor buzzing through you, you knew he should have looked away. But he stared openly as he pulled down your underwear, drinking in every new inch of uncovered skin like it was his holy grail.

You had no choice but to let him lead you into the shower. He was right; your knees felt too weak to hold up the weight of your own body, although you weren't quite sure if that could be blamed on the alcohol alone. The pressure of the water streaming down your skin was a pleasant rush. You closed your eyes, letting it wash over you. It was easier to bear the touch of Taehyung's hands in complete darkness. Like you could hide away from the mortification that came with getting wet as he held you against him. You couldn't help it; you were pressed together too intimately in the rising steam of the shower. His jeans did little to hide the hard on you could feel pressing into your lower back.

His breathing grew shallow by your ear as he poured soap onto your shoulders. He massaged it into your arms with great care, moving towards your neck softly.

"Good girl," he whispered again, wrapping his fingers around the column of your throat. He stroked it a few times, applying light pressure. The sensation made your pussy throb with an intense heat. It felt like he was rewarding you for being compliant in something so deviant; thanking you for letting him take advantage of you, so sweetly, fine hands wrapping around your breasts to touch them and knead them.

"Taehyung," you moaned, "I don't think-"

"You don't need to think," he tsked, biting on your earlobe. You shivered. "Just let me take care of you, yeah?"

His hand began a slow descent down your stomach. You clenched your thighs, a gush of wetness flowing down the flushed skin. He parted your swollen lips and found your clit, rubbing into it immediately with the pad of his finger.

You flinched in response to the touch, but Taehyung tightened his arm around you, trying not to groan at how wet you were for him.

"I'm just making sure you're clean, baby," he murmured hotly against your skin. Your hips buckled, the speed of his fingers increasing as he continued to rub you, relishing in the soft whines that were leaving your throat.

"Such a good girl," he praised, his voice low and raspy. "Take it just like that. Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to protest, shaking your head weakly, but your pussy dripped under his sinful ministrations, your spine tingling as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Almost done, baby," Taehyung reassured. "Almost done. Gotta make sure you're all nice and clean."

Your knees knocked against each other when your thighs shuddered, the tension in your stomach snapping and making you gush. He finally let himself groan into your ear, watching your pussy tremble under his fingers intently.

"Good girl."

He kissed your shoulders, then turned to grab some shampoo, taking his time to wash your hair. The feeling of his fingertips on your scalp could have lulled you to sleep, especially after he's just made you come. You sighed, all previous tension in your body gone, replaced by the warmth of his touch. It reminded you of your childhood, when he would wipe your tears away and kiss your skinned knees. With the way he was acting, you would have wondered if everything that happened moments ago was nothing more than a screwed up dream; but the pulsing in between your thighs was a real enough reminder. He must have sank all the way into your bones, because you could feel him everywhere, your skin tight with the heat he consumed you with.

He led you out of the shower and dried you first, not paying attention to his wet hair or jeans. He probably didn't even realize how good he looked, down on one knee, muscles on display as he rubbed your calf gently with a soft towel. For the first time in your life you found yourself admitting to wishing that his mum had never met your father, for the simple, selfish reason of being able to feel freely now, without guilt or doubt lurking in your ribs.

Taehyung didn't have such an issue. It didn't bother him in the slightest what title or whose surname you carried. What did it matter? You were happy being close to each other, and he made sure to keep an eye on anyone that had anything to say about it. No person, law or god was going to get in the way of this for him. Whether he had to get rid of a random stranger, your best friend, or take you far away from your parents never to be seen again. He's loved you for as long as he could remember.

You let him dress you and put you to bed, like a little girl. The strangest thing was that it didn't feel out of place at all. And when he left your side to turn off the light, you couldn't stand the aching longing that drummed in your chest. You fell apart under his touch like a house of cards; and now when his hands weren't on you something felt missing. You wondered when he managed to sneak this deep into your heart.

You knew he would probably be coming into bed with you. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but it certainly was for how he crawled underneath the covers right on top of you, settling himself in between your thighs. Now clad in just a white, cotton shirt and briefs, his hair already dry, he looked so soft. You didn't get to admire it, though, because your stomach was dropping rapidly, your breath caught in your throat. You could feel him resting against your core; thick, heavy and rock hard.

You were so damn cute to think that the night was over.

Your hands reached to steady themselves over his shoulders. You pushed at them, all to no avail. Might as well have been pushing a boulder. Unmovable.

"Taehyung-"

He shushed you, covering you both up with the sheets, like that made what was going on underneath all okay. A burst of warmth flooded through your system when he pressed his lips to yours, July fireworks exploding behind your eyelids.

"Don't you trust me, baby?" He whispered. "I took care of you, didn't I?"

The experimental thrust that followed was deliciously sinful. His bulge rubbing up against you made your stomach jolt.

"You'll take care of me too, won't you?"

"Taehyung-"

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you again. This time his tongue invaded your mouth to taste you. He moaned into the kiss, like he just got something he's been waiting for longer than you could have imagined.

You melted under him, and as soon as you did his hips started rutting into you, his clothed cock twitching against your cunt. You mewled, the heat in your body becoming too overbearing when he pulled away to slide his briefs down in a hurry.

"Wait, wait!" You cried. Might as well have been talking to a boulder. He couldn't hear you at all.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down your thighs, wasting no time in chasing the long awaited skin to skin contact. His eyes were stuck on your pink, glistening cunt as he palmed his cock. You placed your hand on your chest, willing to calm the erratic pounding of your heart. He was so pretty, but so thick.

With a hiss, he placed his shaft against your bare, swollen lips, sticky with arousal.

"You're so fucking tiny," he gritted. His cock jumped at the observation, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. You whimpered, your fingers curling around his biceps, like you still wanted to push him away despite how much you ached for his touch. This was so wrong in so many ways.

"Baby," he pleaded raspily, sucking a pretty bruise into your neck, a mess of teeth and tongue. "Let me put it in, yeah? Just the tip, I promise. Just the tip."

The constant pulsing in your core increased in intensity, arousal flowing out of you and covering Taehyung's cock all over. You could feel him twitch in response. He wrapped his fingers around it, pushing it against your clenching hole. The pressure felt divine.

"I just want to feel you, I promise."

He was breathless, his brows furrowed in concentration. He slid a few inches forward, the heat of your cunt enveloping the flushed, leaking tip snugly.  He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. Despite the fact that he continued to hump you, he never dared to slide in deeper, teasing you with a taste of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back.

"Mm, doesn't that feel good, baby?" He inquired. "Imagine how good it would feel if I slid all the way in. You'd be so full."

You moaned into his neck, shaking your head but spreading your thighs wide open, making him gasp above you.

"Good girl. I'll just - fuck," he swore, pushing himself deeper into you. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.

Taehyung bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. His strokes were soft, like those of a lover. So soft they didn't match the dirtiness of his actions.

"Not... Not fucking you, baby," he stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure. "Just- just need some relief. I'm not gonna come," he groaned. "Fuck, yeah," the words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. "F-fuck, I promise, baby. I won't come."

You whined, your head almost hitting the headboard as his thrusts sped up, rocking you deep into the mattress. You had given up in your attempts to stop him, only one thing stuck on your mind besides the pleasure shooting through you.

"Don't- don't come inside," you stammered, arching your back to let him hit you deeper. But combined with the request that only made Taehyung groan again. He leaned his forehead on yours, entwining your fingers. With his free hand he held on to your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

"I know you want me to fill you up," he whispered in between rushed, shallow breaths. "Gonna make you all mine, angel. And you'll take it all."

You tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.

"Oh f-fuck," he grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release years of pent up tension all down your tiny pussy, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.

"Come for me," he breathed out unsteadily, his hand slipping in between your bodies so he could start rubbing your clit again. "Be a good, little fuck toy. I know you want to."

He muffled your cries with a messy kiss, the thumping of the headboard against the wall growing frantic as you tightened around his cock. From the moment he sank inside you, he knew; nothing could ever compare to the wet, heavenly heat of your cunt, gushing and spent, all because of him. He followed you into oblivion with a deep, drawn out groan let out into your mouth. Releasing inside you felt even better; his cock twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body like he has spent years engraving himself into your soul.

He slipped out of you with a wince, sensitive but missing your warmth so much already. His chest heaved, hot breath washing over your face as he examined it.

"Good?" He asked.

You were so starry eyed, your cheeks flushed, but only an affirmative, incoherent mumble left your lips. Taehyung smiled, humming, pressing sweet kisses into your sweaty face.

"You're all mine now."

You sighed, your eyes shutting. You were already floating somewhere in between reality and dreams. It felt like he had hold on both dimensions, seeping into every corner your existence had even so much as ghosted with its presence.

You felt him cuddle up to you, wrapping both arms around your waist. You never felt as secure as you did when Taehyung held you; and if he got up and left after what just happened, you didn't think you could bear it. It was too late to feel guilty; you had fallen right into his trap some time ago, so steadily and slowly you didn't even notice. There was no denying these facts now, or the call of his heart to yours. A full moon that awakened all of his senses and gave him purpose, the only thing that has ever blessed his unholy soul.

In the morning he'd kiss your shame and worries away until you'd cry and beg him to fuck you again. He'd start taking you out on secret dates, making plans to pull you closer, step by step, until you were addicted to his mere presence. Just like he was to yours. Why still live with your parents, baby? Just move in with me. Don't you want more freedom? I'll take care of everything.

And you trusted him to do so. In the end, Taehyung always wanted what was best for you. And who'd know better than an older brother?

#goodnight yall #dhshdh #bts x reader #yandere bts #taehyung x reader #bts imagines #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts reactions

[bubblybloob]

I hope this is the final part of this weird thing I’ve made. Originally based on this art post and then expanded in this short write and followed up by another art post

Edit: I linked them incorrectly, shit. I’m not fixing it, deal with it

Now we’re here

It would be incorrect to say Hero was angry, because he wasn’t, he was furious.

It took only a few hours for Cheated to sound the alarm when he couldn’t find Paranoid. Then Contrarian pointed out that Broken wasn’t around either and everyone’s concern doubled.

Paranoid being missing was one thing, at worst he passed out from exhaustion somewhere they hadn’t thought to check, now Broken being missing meant he might be trying to hurt himself.

Everyone was rushing around, Hero remembered hearing the utter storm of swears from Cheated as Smitten tried to calm him. Stubborn irately stomped about as he called out for their two missing members, and Skeptic was pulling an indifferent Cold to his feet to get him moving. Contrarian muttered words of encouragement to Hero, who had placed his face in his hands, stressed.

Weirdly enough, Opportunist hung back, rubbing his talons together in a repeated, nervous motion. He only sprung to action once Cheated snapped at him a loud “Get moving!”

At one point they saw Hunted, who looked out of his element with the chaos surrounding him, he clutched a few bowls of food in his arms, feathers puffed out in mild alarm.

Contrarian perked up. “Hunted! I know you said you’d get all loopy during winter, and all of this usually makes you…” he gestured vaguely to the discord of avians running about. “…queasy, but do you think you could lend us a hand? You’ve got a strong sense of smell, yeah? Think you can sniff those voices out?”

Hunted curled in on himself, instead of responding he scuttled backward into the dim hallway where their rooms were.

“Strange, generally he’s pretty protective of us all, I thought he’d be the most active in this. The cold weather must really be getting to the guy.” Contrarian scratched the back of his neck, Hero hummed in agreement.

The search eventually expanded outwards of their home once they realized there was nowhere left for Broken or Paranoid to be inside, and then further out when they couldn’t find them in the front or backyard.

They eventually had to call it quits, as their energy left them, made quickly evident once Smitten conked out the second he hit the couch. They’d all have to give in and rest before continuing.

By then it was morning, Hero was rubbing his eyes, bloodshot and tired from the day spent running around, but too drowned in worry to rest. A twitchy Opportunist was wide awake, the bags under his eyes made it apparent he had also failed to find sleep. He was still twiddling his fingers away with hiked shoulders. Both sat against one of the couches in the lounge, where the others were strewn about, snoring away their sleepiness.

“Got knots in your neck?” Hero mumbled out, unconsciously pressing into the sore spots on his back, sighing with minor relief.

Opportunist jumped, ears pinned as he looked up at Hero. He was uncharacteristically anxious, or at least being more obvious about it, less able to put on his mask when wrung so thin.

“I- well yes, but no. That’s not why I’m so…”

“Tense?” Hero provided.

Opportunist sighed, “Yes, tense.”

“What’s up then? You can be honest with me.” For once, the bitter part of Hero’s mind thought. He waved it away.

“Oh! Well um-“ Opportunist looked back and forth, as if waiting for something to pounce on him. “I may have… kept something from everyone.”

Hero squinted, trying to see more than just the blurry shape of his fellow bird folk through his groggy vision. “Go on.”

Opportunist pursed his lip, looking nearly as jumpy as Paranoid, a far cry from his relaxed form. “Look I wanted to tell you guys, but Hunted caught me every time he left his room and glared so harshly I near convinced myself that beastly form of the princess was in front of me, it was like-“

“Hey, calm down!” Hero scooted forward, placing a reassuring hand on Opportunist’s shoulder. “She went with Quiet, remember? Now what’s this about Hunted?”

Opportunist forced himself to breathe in, Hero wondered if this is how he prepared himself to put his false act on. “You remember how Hunted said he was going to sleep most of the cold away?”

“Mmhm. What about it?”

“Well earlier today he started a rampage in the lounge, I asked him what he was looking for and he didn’t respond. I was about to go grab Stubborn or Smitten or maybe even you! To, you know, wrangle the guy under control. Obviously something was up and he wasn’t making a peep! Plus, I wasn’t really one for him tearing apart all of our furniture. However, I didn’t get the chance to before he lifts up the couch, and what do you know, there behind it is Paranoid!”

Hero blinks, brows slowly furrowing. “Say that again?”

“Paranoid was hiding behind the couch, from Hunted himself it seemed. Hunted throws the poor guy over his shoulder and scurries out of lounge, sending me the most chilling look when I tried to intervene.”

Hero blinks, slowly, vision clouding with red.

“But that’s not all! I go in his room to see what’s up, and Hunted’s… uh… nest thing, has two of the guys in it. I didn’t get to see all of their body behind his wings, and he basically pushes me out with his voice alone, but I think it’s them! I just uh- uh…” Opportunist slowly shrank under Hero’s gaze, never before, not even at the Narrator, had Hero been so vexed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” The sheer pointlessness of their search crashed onto him like the weight of a thousand bricks. All of the concern and confusion and cursing could’ve been so easily avoided if Opportunist had just said something, but the one time he doesn’t run his mouth is when-!

“Hey- hey! Look- I thought he’d go all creature like and start- well I don’t know, doing whatever creatures do. Like hissing or climbing on the ceiling!”

Hero resisted the urge to bury his fist in the frazzled bird’s beak and instead took a sharp breath. “You know what, no. I’m not going to be mad at you. I’m angry at you often enough as it is, I need to channel this newfound rage at the real problem here.”

Opportunist flinched as Hero stood up, before scrambling to his feet. “Yes! Do that! I’ll even come with you. I’m good at picking locks you see.” Hero didn’t even question it.

And all of that led to now. They came to Hunted’s door, Opportunist got on one of his knees and stuck a clawed talon into the keyhole. The second Opportunist was done, Hero burst through the door, glaring holes into the puffed up form of- “Hunted!”

The avian shot to his feet, his ire fixated on Hero’s. From the mound of what looked like randomly placed pillows and blankets out popped the heads of Paranoid and Broken. Hero couldn’t prevent the small wave of relief that hit him; after searching for hours and hours and assuming the worst, seeing the two alright made it feel like he could finally breathe again. They looked well preened, a sight Hero thought he’d never see on the two, yet somehow they looked more tired than Hero was. Paranoid squinted through the darkness and dazedly looked upon Hero and Opportunist.

“Guys…? That you?” He slurred, looking like he was about to fall over immediately after he sat up. Broken wasn’t fairing much better, his blinks slow and fluttering.

Hero turned his gaze back to the prickly, instinctual bird, who looked near ready to pounce.

“We’ve been worried sick looking for Paranoid and Broken for the past day and a half, only to learn from this one-!” he pointed and accusing finger at Opportunist, who let out a timid “Eheh, hey…”, at the attention, “-you’ve had them holed up in here!”

“Day and a half…?” Broken croaked out, voice layered in sleep.

“It can’t have been that long… right? All I remember is being led to and from the bathroom, like a… a royal and his guard.” Paranoid provides, trying and failing to rub the drowsiness from his eyes.

“I remember Hunted bringing us food, but it’s all vague and fuzzy.” Broken adds, running a hand through the feathers on his head, letting out a deep hum of surprise when he found them soft and straightened out.

The hell was wrong with them? “You’ve turned their brains to mush,” Hero gawked, turning to Hunted once more, “you little shit.”

“It’s called hibernation and it’s perfectly natural.” Hunted proclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Hero.

“Don’t try me right now, I’m utterly livid over being worried for nothing.” Hero returned the pointing gesture.

“Okay! While you two argue this out, I’ll go grab the others to help solve this, yeah?” Opportunist says, clapping his hands together. “We’re all agreeing I’m being incredibly useful right now, hah… right?”

No one answers him.

“Right, right…” Opportunist sucks in a breath, “I’ll be back.”

—

It took the combined strength of Stubborn, Smitten, and Contrarian to hold Hunted down. He had stopped thrashing at some point, but Hero could still hear the foam hissing out of his mouth as he laid prone on the soft lounge carpet they had to drag him onto.

“What’s wrong with you two? None of us got a full eight hours and yet you’re the only ones that can barely keep their eyes open.” Skeptic prods, staring with obvious concern at the two other voices, who had to be held up by Cold and Cheated so they wouldn’t fall over.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? Usually yours is out seeking attention in the dead of night.” Cold says in a wispy voice, looking at Cheated and Broken. “And this one is too fearful to get any sleep.” He continues, looking down at Paranoid, who was mostly limp in his grasp.

“It’s coming back to me now, slowly. Still I can’t remember why… why we were in there.” Paranoid speaks out, struggling to stand to his full height. Cold eventually adjusted his grip to where Paranoid couldn’t move as easily, so he’d stop squirming.

“He wanted us to hibernate with him I think.” Broken mumbles, not even trying to stand, instead allowing Cheated to hold him however he pleased.

“Hibernate? I thought birds didn’t do that?” Cheated’s ears pin to the back of his head as he pulls Broken further up, inching himself and the dozing avian slightly away from Hunted, despite his less than mobile state.

“They don’t.” Stubborn grunts out.

“One species does I think, but as far as I know, birds won’t if they don’t have to. Oh give him to me Cold, you’ll hurt him like that.” Opportunist rounds the corner, taking his ponytail out. He reaches for Paranoid, who is given to him by Cold without fuss.

Skeptic snaps his fingers. “Ah, I get it. Hunted is most of our survival instinct. When winter was coming and we weren’t migrating somewhere more warm, he dug in. His instincts probably told him our weaker members couldn’t stand the cold, so he brought them to his room. If I had to guess, he’d eventually have us all in there as winter progressed.”

“But we’re not that much like wild animals, we can’t actually hibernate, right?” Contrarian said, looking at the others in the room with an unsure smile on his face.

“I’m not so sure about that. Our friends seem quite out of sorts.” Smitten counters, looking at the two troubled avians with a gentle, worried frown. “They’ve done nothing but sleep and yet can hardly stand!”

“Might be because hibernation isn’t truly sleep, even if it seems similar. I’d say Hunted succeeded, he somehow got them to start hibernation.” Skeptic says, putting a contemplative hand under his chin.

“How though? How is that possible?” Hero says, looking at the two main subjects of their conversation.

Skeptic shrugged. “Beats me, you’ll have to ask him, and he doesn’t seem up for a nice chat at the moment.” He jutted a thumb in Hunted’s direction, the feral bird was still growling beneath the dog pile holding him down.

“Huh, didn’t know he could make that noise. How agitated do you think he’ll get if we tease him with his charges?” Cold remarks, reaching over and plucking a feather from Broken, making him let out a surprised chirp that transitioned into a pained keen. Hunted froze at Broken’s faint cry, before resuming his struggle with double the effort, snarling at Cold like a bear that just had its cub taken away. Smitten and Stubborn are quick to up the pressure, while Contrarian flails to quickly get Hunted’s legs back under control.

Hero pushes Cold back. “Nope, bad, bad idea. You’ve lost speaking and doing privileges this discussion.”

Cold sits down on one of the chairs. “Pity.”

“Now what?” Stubborn huffs.

“What do you mean ‘now what?’” Hero questions.

Stubborn snorts impatiently. “Exactly what I said, now what? What are we going to do with him-“ he looks down at Hunted, “-and them?” then Broken and Paranoid.

Hero brings a hand to his eyes and drags it down his face, his head was killing him, and the adrenaline from the fight with Hunted was wearing off.

“Just-! Okay. Stubborn, Smitten, and Contrarian, you three are on Hunted watch duty. Lock him in his room and don’t let him out, he’s slippery so keep your eyes peeled. Skeptic and Cheated, you two are going to try waking Paranoid and Broken up some, until they’re back to normal if you can, they can’t stay like that. Cold, warm up the house, gather more wood for the fireplace and make sure the windows are closed, we need Hunted’s instincts to calm down.”

“What about me?” Opportunist says as Paranoid is passed off once more, this time to Skeptic.

“Me and you haven’t slept, so we’re going the fuck to bed.” Hero finishes, whipping around and trudging to his room. He’ll tell Opportunist and Hunted off later, right now, he needed some shut eye.

#slay the princess #stp the voices #voice of the hero #voice of the opportunist #voice of the hunted #voice of the paranoid #voice of the broken #writing #I’m not tagging all the voices I used #because I used all of them

[frenshushutoast]

Hi lovely! I recently found your blog and I adore your fics!<3 I am currently sick with the worst fever ever, and I was wondering if you could write smt soft abt Shua (or another member if you’d prefer that!) taking care of his s/o when they are sick?:) It is totally okay if you don’t want to! Have a lovely day!<3

hi anon! i hope you feel better soon & hope you enjoy this :] thank you for loving my works and i hope you have a lovely day/night!

joshua taking care of you when you're sick

tags: fluff (like, tooth-rotting fluff), ultimate boyfriend!joshua, gn!reader word count: 974 words notes about the writing: he takes care of them when they're sick, he uses a lot of petnames, nothing too graphic about the actual sickness in case you get queasy about that sort of thing, they are very in love

"are you sure you're feeling okay, my love? you sound sick." he fussed worriedly, voice muffled by the sounds of the members talking over each other in the background.

you were currently on the phone with your boyfriend, joshua, who had called you several times throughout the day for several reasons. the first was that he missed you, and the next three (spread throughout the hours due to the long, busy schedule he had) were because you sounded unnaturally exhausted and he just wanted to be there with you.

no, you wanted to answer. but the last thing you wanted was to worry the poor man, so you settled for a simple, "yes. for the fourth time, i'm okay, shua. thank you for worrying about me. 'm just feeling a little tired."

with a soft, mumbled okay, he hung up. but something about the slightly rushed (and very much skeptical) tone of his voice told you that he was going to do something. you wanted to groan in annoyance, but secretly wanted him to come home and take care of you. he just did it so well, always paying attention to your needs. he was so incredibly in tune with you that thinking about it sort of made your eyes water.

or maybe that was just the loud coughing fit you just had.

oh well.

you were curled up on the couch, a box of tissues next to you, wearing joshua's biggest sweatshirt with matching sweatpants. you knew you probably should get up and make yourself something hot, or just, you know, take your meds, but it was too far.

you settled for watching some shitty rom-com on netflix and hoping some warm soup could magically float towards you.

that was when you heard the door open slowly, and the familiar sound of keys dropping onto the counter and the door shut gently.

"shua?" you croaked out, head shooting up in confusion (bad idea, you thought, touching your head that felt like it was spinning).

he came into sight, plastic bag in hand with eyes worried. you saw his bottom lip jut out in worry when he finally saw you.

his heart sunk seeing you so sick– he knew how bad it got every time and how much you insisted you were okay. your red nose and bloodshot eyes had him rushing towards you, dropping the plastic bag next to him in favour of holding your face.

"sweetheart," his voice was so, so soft, genuine concern laced into the whispered syllable as he knelt in front of you. he examined your features, the crease between his eyebrows only deepening as he looked over you.

"hi," you whispered, guilt evident in your tone. you felt like melting under his attentive gaze, unable to hold eye contact for more than just a few seconds.

"hi, love," he said, his eyes softening upon hearing the hoarseness of your voice. he presses the back of his hand against your forehead, then your cheek. "why didn't you tell me it was this bad? you know i would've came home for you..."

his voice lacked any real bite as he reached down to hold your hands. they were so warm that you squeezed them, intertwining your fingers together.

"didn't want to interrupt your work," you pouted, knowing how weak he was for those. "i can take care of myself, you know."

the smallest hint of a smile graced his features, and he raised both of your hands to kiss yours. "i know you can, baby. but let me take care of you, anyway. i want to. hate seeing you like this."

you immediately softened at that, heart warming at his words as you surrendered. like you were ever strong enough to resist joshua's endless capacity for love. "'kay, shua. you can take care of me. but... like, from a couple feet away. i don't want you getting sick."

his face quickly turned mischievous, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your giggling face. "and deprive myself of your sweet little giggled whenever i kiss you?"

you smiled up at him, unable to help the giddy feeling in your chest despite your pounding headache and significantly weakened limbs. "mmh, shut up. what'd you bring?"

he looks down at the plastic bag he brought, the one you were currently gesturing toward. "ah, ingredients for soup. mingyu helped me buy them."

you look in between the soup and his face, fond and attentive gaze directed towards you, and you smiled at him.

"i love you, shua," you say, squeezing his hand once more. "my personal soup fairy."

he chuckles at your comment, lowering his voice to a whisper. "and i love you, my (y/n). now let me go make you your soup and then i'll come back and we can cuddle, 'kay?"

you nod happily, watching him breeze through the kitchen and make you warm soup.

after he makes it, he gives you your meds after seeing that you didn't take them ("sweetheart, please take your meds next time. i want you to stay healthy, okay?"), then feeds you mouthfuls of soup after blowing on every sip for you.

(the action is so considerate it makes you tear up a little bit. when he asks, you blame how emotional you're getting on the fever. even though you both know that's not a symptom. he lets it slide.)

you spend the rest of your night curled up in his arms, falling asleep to the sound of his low voice telling you about his day.

the last words you hear from him are a quiet i love you and a kiss to your forehead and the last thoughts you have are that joshua feels a lot like home and a silent wish to whoever grants them that you would like to have this forever.

#svt writers #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #joshua hong #joshua x reader #joshua seventeen #frenshushutoast writes

[gayerthanevertbh]

mystery of love.

your teacher has an affair with you, until it grows so much deeper than just doing it for the grades. but sometimes, nothing lasts forever. or does it?

pairings | teacher!natasha x young!fem!reader

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI! teacher/student relationship, taking reader’s virginity, innocent!naive!reader, fingerfucking, oral sex (r receiving), strap-on used, oral on strap-on (n receiving), sex on the couch, sex in the classroom, pet names, praise kink, and heavy angst. 

notes | while i was listening to “mystery of love” i decided to write a short fic. this took hours, but i hope you guys like it! get ready though because... it’s going to get rough.

word count | 7k

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“It looks like you’re failing Ms. Romanoff’s class.”

I lifted an eyebrow at my principal’s stern and solemn voice, telling me that I was failing Ms. Romanoff’s class when, in fact, I was an ace in that subject. But I can say that Russian is my weakest subject, but I hardly fail at anything. I was aiming for a scholarship, I’m very well gifted–I do sound like I’m bragging, but it’s true.

“How could that be?” I asked. “I don’t know how I’m failing a class like Ms. Romanoff’s–”

“She has a note that you failed her two quizzes and the exam you took today,” she responded, looking up and down at me with a questionable look that made me feel queasy. “All your subjects are 90%, your Russian class is… 70%.”

What?

Could this be a misunderstanding? Has someone raided through my exams and decided: I’m going to make the top student in this school fail, nothing, I just decided to and removed my original score into a fake one. They were clearly doing a fantastic job to convince Ms. Romanoff into thinking I did fail. Unless, oh unless, I’m failing. Maybe I’m not so good at that subject, after all. And what did I do to deserve this malicious act? Perhaps I’m being too vague and noble, perhaps I’m also probably being a bitch as I find that world too vulgar for my own liking. Either way, maybe I’m thinking way too much on this because I have a slight infatuation with my teacher or maybe I find her too intimidating that could easily scare me off the roof.

“I don’t want to inform your parents about this,” please, don’t. They’d be screeching my name and say how I’m deliberating this family. “Just go to her class right now and talk about it, maybe she’ll give you another exam. And then, you could get your scholarship.”

“But Russian isn’t even my major subject.”

“It could be added to your portfolio soon,” she sighs, pressing two of her fingers on her nose bridge to keep the blood flow going. “Ms. Romanoff says you’re her favorite student, she wouldn’t want you to fail her class.”

I nodded and stood up from my chair, walking out of the office with an exhausted look on my face, looking haunted as usual. It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, perhaps I have more time to have a few conversations with Ms. Romanoff about my failing Russian class. Again, I wasn’t the best, but I admit that I can pass at anything. Apparently not, I find myself a failure for that.

When I knocked on the door to push myself in, I saw her grading papers with her coat on the ramp of her chair, her blouse was a bit open and I could see her pale chest that was almost looking like it was panting. She lifts her head and gives me a tight smile, meaningless to say she was disappointed in me. Usually, she would always greet me with a simple good morning or have a nice day today, Y/N and when I didn’t receive any of that–I realize that I may have screwed things up.

“Ms. Romanoff, is there something I need to do?”

“Yes,” she leans on her chair and hikes up her leg, the pleated pants of hers are being crumpled painfully. She motioned her hand to the empty seat and I quickly sat on it, not making her wait. “You do know why you’re here, yes?”

I nodded, biting my inner cheek with a nervous feeling–it’s like prickling against my skin.

“Good,” her voice was huskier than before, not like it’s always been husky, it’s just huskier now. She clears her throat and shows me my exam paper, with a hiss look on her face–as if feeling bad for me. “See that? You’ve failed my class.”

“I understand.” do I, really?

“Do you, sunshine?”

With the sudden nickname, I felt my bottoms squirming a little. Was that intentional? Or it may have just slipped out of her mouth casually? Or maybe, she was flirting with me? Oh, horrendous, why would you think such a thing like that? With all the rumors about a student having an affair with their teacher, it couldn’t be possibly right to assume that way. I gave her a winced face and looked down on my paper, sixty out of one hundred fifteen. God, I was, in fact, failing her class.

“Now I do understand,” I murmured, looking at her eyes with an apologetic look on my face. “I...I’m sorry about this, Ms. Romanoff–I probably didn’t understand a few of your lessons. I was just afraid to say something and I can admit that it was my fault. I don’t–”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” she interrupts me with a deep chuckle as she waves her hand to calm me down. With that pet name, I wouldn’t. If you could call me like that again, I think I’d faint. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not like you’re always failing in my class, hm?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” she says quietly, almost as if she’s saying it in secret, and leans closer to her table that I could see the color of her bra: black, it’s probably her favorite color. “Listen, you’re one of the best students in my class. I can hardly blame you for failing this, knowing that it’s quite hard for your age.”

“I’m eighteen–”

“Maturity then,” she says. “I understand if this lesson was your weakness, but I cannot allow this score to be your passing grade. I’m sure there are plenty of ways to ace my test, right dorogoya?”

That new nickname felt so artificial, I could hardly believe she was calling me that. I knew what it meant, of course, I did. She was calling me darling with that hazy, glazed, Russian gaze that I always find myself being so–immersed if that’s the right term. She looks at me too deeply, almost as if she’s looking at her first love and I know that’s not me. I was far off her age, I looked too young to be her–

Why am I thinking like this?

“R-Right.”

“You’re stuttering,” she says, sounding almost like she’s fond of it. “What are you feeling right now, kotenok?”

“I don’t think this is appropriate.”

“What is?” she furrows her eyebrows with a sly smirk, stop doing wonders to my stomach. She stands up and grabs a chair, placing it next to mine so she could sit on it. Now, we are close. I could see her chest much more, it was close to mine. “We’re just talking about your grades, Y/N.”

“Why are you calling me those nicknames?” I asked curiously. I was, in fact, curious myself. Why was she calling me those undying pet names that would make me dream about it when I go to sleep, how her hands are on my biceps as she leans in to kiss me. No, you can’t think like that.

“Why not?”

“I’m your student,” I said, affirming that word. Student. “And you’re my teacher. Don’t you think it’s way pass over civilization to be called someone… dorogoya?”

“And what if I call you that again?” she says, already taunting me. I felt her breath trickling against my lower lip but we weren’t close yet–at least not to my liking. “You could always say you’re uncomfortable, you could always speak loudly about it. Because you’re entitled to your own opinion, you have the right to say what you want to say it’s because you’re human.”

“Are you giving me a lesson?”

“Am I?”

I need her away far as possible so that I could be able to breathe, to take in everything she is saying. If she’s close, too close, I know myself that I’d let her do whatever she wanted to do with me. She’s mature enough to know that doing something so scandalous as this, would harm her career as well as my school. My parents would never approve of something like this. But I needed her close to me because I know she’s the only person I’d run to if I was in any trouble, and she showed me less in five minutes that I could trust her by that fucking voice that is making my cunt pump with juices. Could she tell? Would she touch me? Would her lips stain all over my lips as well as my skin? Touch me, Ms. Romanoff. You know how badly you want to touch me.

“I know what you want.” I stated, breathing hard. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!

She tilts her head, looking confused when she knows what she’s doing. Her face is closer now, we were inches apart.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Then kiss me,” I whimpered quietly, squeezing my legs together. “Kiss me.”

“You’re so innocent, aren’t you? So naive,” she leans so much closer that our lips are meters apart and I wanted her so bad to just close our lips together. I want her to breathe me in, to touch my cheek, and just let her tongue do its work. “I love it.”

“Ms. Romanoff…”

“Kotenok,” she whispers dangerously close to me, placing her hand on my right cheek–slightly squeezing it as if denying that I was real to her. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this to happen.”

“Is that why you deliberately failed me? So you could still have this opportunity?”

“Perhaps,” she hums out, her hand now going down to my neck. She felt warm. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

She leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips. It took me some time to process that this was happening to me, that I was having my first kiss with my teacher who I think about constantly, who I want to see whenever I go to my school with my skirt that she likes; I know what she likes. I felt naked as if I was born with nudity. She pulls away with the taste of my lips on hers, and asked: “Did you like that?” I nodded, trying to catch her lips because I wanted her so much, but she gives a tad chuckle and pulls me closer with her other hand on my hip.

“Kiss me again,” I asked politely and quietly. “Please, kiss me again.”

“You’re pretty when you beg.”

I bit my lower lip when her hands cupped my face, slowly leaning in, and pecked my lips twice. Then, once I was desperate enough, she gave me a small smirk and we began to kiss passionately. It was all tongue, all gnarly but felt amazing on my behalf. My hands didn’t know what else to do with them, so I decided to put them in her hair and I clung to it. My mouth was starting to hurt from the kiss, she was giving me a make-out session and I think of it as two human beings being passionate with each other. Not just some professor and a student scandal, just us beings.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” she murmurs, still kissing my lips with her two fingers holding my chin up. “If you want to pass my test, you have to let me eat your tiny pussy.”

My legs squeezed shut once again when she gave me the offer to pass a test. That is, she is eating me out. I’ve seen them on porn sites, sometimes in movies too. And I always find it very attractive, especially when an older woman goes down on you with her hazed look on her face that screams: I’m eating the best fruit in the world, and no one can stop me. I wanted to tell her and say that I wasn’t experiencing myself, that I’m a virgin. Oh god, it makes my stomach hurt whenever I think about the word virgin. She might even have to stop what we’re doing since I have no experience, who knows? Should I tell her? Go on, tell her.

“I’m a virgin.”

She pauses for a second and looks down at me with her eyebrows scrunched a little, this is it. She’s going to let go of me and kick me out of the classroom and tells me to never speak about this again–as if nothing happened. I’m scared and nervous for that to happen, it can’t happen. We’re already here, I wanted her badly enough for her to slip her tongue inside of me.

“I understand,” Ms. Romanoff responded with a small grin, slowly bringing both of her hands to my waist to pull me much closer to her. “Do you have… a boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

“N…No.”

She smiles and kisses my lips, pulling away with a wet substance lingering on my lower lip. “Good. Wouldn’t have to break a poor boy’s heart.”

I love how she touches me without even thinking about it, the way her body wouldn’t flinch when her skin made contact with mine. It’s like she’s been preparing herself to be in this position, to take me, as if I was born to be hers. And perhaps, I was in fact, born to be really hers. Although we do dream, don’t we? We all hope and manifest for someone in our life to swoop us in, take care of us, and love us as we wanted. And somehow, maybe, she could be that person despite our age difference. And while we kissed more passionately, I felt her hands under my shirt. She pulled away from my mouth and then began to pepper the wet kisses on my jaw, I could tell she was restraining a moan to herself at how warm I was to her.

“You’re so beautiful,” she says; hazed. She touches me again, but this time her hands are now cupping my bra. “And your boobies are perfect, would you take this shirt off for me, princess?”

“What if someone could see?”

“No one would,” she reassures, looking at me intently, almost as if she’s asking me to give in. Give in, dorogoya. I’ll make you pass your grade. “It’s just us, I promise, malyshka.”

Malyshka, little girl. It slips out of her tongue so easily that I could barely catch it, her voice sounded so deep and quiet to the point that you could never understand what she was trying to say. But her hands, her lips, were everywhere like spreading fire. When her other hand slipped under my skirt, I knew what she was looking for. Although I didn’t know how to propose to it, should I say it aloud? Adjoin our hands together once more?

“Can I touch you there?” her voice sounded like a plea with a murmur, and I couldn’t care less. I wanted her to ravish me until I was a bare fruit.

“Y-Yes.”

She grins and gives me a searing kiss while her hand inches closer to my white cotton panties. I never pulled away, and neither did she. We kept kissing and kissing until I was moaning in her mouth like I’m in heat. I don’t ever want you to stop kissing me, Ms. Romanoff. I want your hands all over my body, to my ribs, and to my neck. Take me, take me, take me, take me.

“Can I remove your skirt?”

You don’t even have to ask.

She kneels in between my legs and kisses my chest, her tongue lapping on my cleavage. My other hand was threaded through the back of her silk hair as my head was thrown back with such pleasure that she was giving me. If she goes further, I cannot be the same again. If she fucks me on this chair, going to this classroom would never be the same again. It would fill my head with naughty images of us fucking, of her fucking me. She opens her eyes and watches as I try to arch my hips to get more of that addictive feeling.

“You like that?” she taunts, her breath hovering over my lips.

I nodded furiously, moaning with a higher tone. “Uh-huh.”

“Really?” she asked again, with more teasing. If she would speak to me like this again, I don’t think I could ever function. Her thumb swiped across my covered folds as I jolted my hips back up with the friction that had caused. “Oh, you like that. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

Say pussy again, say it. You’re turning me on so much, Ms. Romanoff.

“Yes!” I squealed, shutting my eyes tight. It’s getting all too much, especially if she keeps flicking my covered clit with her thumb. “I-I want you–so much…”

“Calm down darling,” Ms. Romanoff whispers sweetly, chuckling to herself at how desperate and needy I was. You can’t blame me, though. You’re too close. She brings my thighs closer until her mouth is on top of my panties, almost in awe when she sees a little ribbon on the cloth. “You’re a good girl, right baby?”

“I try,” I responded, looking down and watching as she pulled down my panties, her eyes glimmering with my swollen clit, begging for it to be touched. “I-I’ll be good for you!”

“I know baby,” she whispers again and kisses my pelvis, trailing her lips down until her mouth was breathing into my folds. “You’re so pretty, pretty, pretty baby…”

Ms. Romanoff’s tongue swiped across my folds, moaning deeply to herself about how delicious I tasted. She even whispers it like a prayer, you fucking taste so good, so pure. And while she was going down on me, I wondered why she wanted to do this. Why would she, in a world, pick a girl like me? Did she have an interest in me for a long time? Impossible, she could never even look at me as much as I look at her. There were glances, but they were brief, and never meant anything. So why on earth was she going down on me?

“M-Ms. Romanoff?”

“Mmph?” she doesn’t pull away from my vagina but opened her eyes, furrowing to look at me. I gulped when her tongue was still lapping on my folds, the tip of it sometimes poking on my virgin hole. If you push that inside of me, I promise you I’d die.

“Why are you doing this?”

She pulls away with a smack of her lips and kisses my clit, responding quietly as if it’s a secret.

“I like you.”

“When?”

“Ever since I’ve become your teacher,” she says, chuckling. “When you flash your legs to me, or even with your hair that is tied up or even sprawled all over your shoulders, I get wet. Sometimes, I think about you when I fuck other women–wondering what you would taste like, thinking about you falling apart beneath me. Does it excite you when you have no idea what I’ll do to your pretty body?”

Yes, yes it does frankly excite me. So do it then, what are you waiting for?

I could never begin to fathom how much she attracts me, how she would touch my shoulder whenever I’d ask for help. Sometimes, I’d do it on purpose to catch her attention. Was I ever a bad person to think about her making love to me in a janitor’s closet? Or even in this classroom, where it’s happening, have I become this bad? I’ve become this unabashed reckless girl who I need to be touched.

“You do turn me on,” I say, somehow reassuring. She smiles, not a flirtatious smile, but a genuine smile. She could see my blushed cheeks, now I’m just ruining the sex. “I’m sorry, you could keep licking me now.”

“It will hurt once I push my fingers inside of you,” she warns while peppering more kisses onto my clit, her tongue flicking its bud. It’s sensitive, which makes my head roll back again. “That’s it, whine for me baby, tell me that no one else would fuck you like this.”

“No one will,” I responded, chanting even. “No one, I promise Ms. Romanoff, I don’t care if it would hurt–I want you to fuck me, now.”

“Easy there, dorogoy,” she brings herself up again and kisses my lips. I could taste myself and I moan because of it. It turns me severely on to think about when she could only fuck me and no other girls would fall apart except me. Except for me. “You’re my pretty little girl, I love you. I love everything about you, baby. I love these tits of yours, those eyes of yours, and your body. I want to get to know my baby, I want to love you.”

When I felt two of her fingers slip inside of me, all I could remember was my face twitching as my breath trembled. It felt irritating, especially on the inside of my walls when she didn’t stop pushing. She asked, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” and she wasn’t some asshole who would keep going, she kept asking for assurance if I was okay. I whimpered with a tiny voice, nodding relentlessly when I felt her fingers curling up.

“Oh god…”

“It’s okay,” she murmurs, smiling faintly. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Do you want me to keep pushing further?”

Push me in, let me feel the tip of your fingers that would rattle my skin, come closer. I need to breathe in you, please let me be your muse.

“Please.”

“I got you, my little girl.”

Her face nuzzled against my neck as her free arm wrapped around my torso. I could feel her panting, and I noticed I was too. We were both in so much heat that my eyes have gone blurry from the feeling of her fingers pumping inside of me. I could almost feel like passing out if that would ever happen. She moans deeply when I start to clench around her thick fingers, wondering to herself if her strap-on would ever fit inside of me. The thought turns her on, especially when an image of me lying on her bed with my legs spread wide open–needing to be fucked. She would slip her dick in no time and fuck out of my mercy, grabbing on my breast and telling me how beautiful I am.

“I bet no one else could make you fall apart, none other than me,” she says; smugly. She pumps into me hard, you could see my breasts bouncing because of it, the chair squeaks under me as she does so. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, all submissive and needy. Such a desperate young girl, my good girl.”

When I came around her fingers, all I could remember was her head buried into my shoulder blade as we moan in synchronization. She had her eyes shut tightly, having an orgasm in her panties at how much I was clenching her fingers. She loves it, she lives for it. And her lips wouldn’t stop kissing my skin, whispering endless: you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen when, myself, I try to believe that.

Since after that day, we started a relationship that no one else can relate to.

A few months later, we were staying in her trailer. For some reason, she gives off these vibes to Derek Shepherd. He’s a rich guy that lives inside a trailer, in the middle of a big land. She’s that type of person, Natasha is exactly like Derek. At first, when I saw the trailer, I was giggling loudly. She turned around and quirked, “Something wrong with my house?”

“Have you ever watched this show Grey’s Anatomy?”

She shook her head as she understood what I was trying to say, and began to remove her coat and place it on a hanger that was on the door. She responded, “You’re cute, you know that?”

“You’ve said that plenty of times today.”

“That’s because it’s true, my kotenok,” she turns around and swiftly brings me to her bedroom, pulling me to her mattress until my head was laying on her chest. She hums quietly, like a lullaby, and trails her fingers up and down on my naked arm. We stared at each other for a bit, admiring the presence until I asked about something in a quiet voice.

“Nat?”

“What is it, little girl?”

I hesitated for a bit, should I ask about that? Would it be too condescending of me? The thought of it could not stop rattling in my brain, to the point it was starting to hurt. They say in all relationships, there’s this word called trust. Lying to your individual would break that trust, and I need to trust Natasha. Because, knowing how innocent I can be, I also don’t want to be hurt by an older woman who could possibly manipulate me. But she never did, she was very open-minded with everything as well. So I could ask this, right?

“Are you married?”

She tensed a bit, almost thinking of another option to take away from this conversation. But she looked at me, solemnly but with anxiety. Her hand places on my cheek and squeezes it with care as if she’s apologizing to me. Could this be true? Is she married? Tell me lies instead, Natasha. Because if you tell me now, I don’t think I could bear it. I would rip my heart out and give it to you instead, do whatever you want with it.

“I’m going through a divorce.”

I’m going to be sick. My face says so, and she could see it very clearly. I felt nauseous, the thought of being a homewrecker scares me. Heck, she has never told me her age! She could be in her forties for Christ’s sake, why do I even care? It was sex at first, right? To only pass a grade. And now, I find myself falling in love with her.

This can’t be real.

“Oh god.”

“Sunshine…”

“I think I have to go,” I murmured and stood up quickly, not caring if I left my jacket on the ramp of her chair in her bedroom. I needed to stay away from her before it was all too late before I could let her in me. I needed to run away, never search for her again, and hope for the best. But her arms were linked around my body as she pulled me to her chest, her chin resting on my shoulders. “Ms. Romanoff–”

“I don’t love my wife, okay? I don’t. We don’t live together anymore,” she reasons, an evident crack of her voice in her throat–my heart aches. “I love you. You’re all I could think about, you know that. My wife doesn’t mean anything in our relationship, we are getting a divorce.”

“I can’t let myself be a homewrecker, Natasha.”

“You aren’t,” she responded, I could tell that she was about to cry. I was slipping away in just a minute. “Please don’t go, you have to stay. Please, look at me. You know how much I love you.”

“I don’t even know how old you are,” I say with a turn, my eyes glistening with tears, how badly she wanted to kiss my eyes. She shakes her head and cups my cheeks, slightly pulling me in until my head was on her chest, her hands on the back of my waist as she swayed me slowly, like a dance. “I-I don’t know anything about you…”

“All you know now is this, here,” she says with a point, kissing my head. “If I tell you how old I am, you’d slip away.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“It seems like you were going to leave me the minute I told you I’m still married.”

“It’s because you are in fact married,” I sniffed on her shirt, feeling more vulnerable than I was when I got up from her bed. “What if your wife knows about us? What could happen?”

“You know I’ll protect you, you know that.”

“But what if you can’t?” I asked, not trying to sound a prude but it was a mere question. She hugs me tighter, bringing her lips back to my head. “What if… you can’t?”

“You’re my little sunshine,” she says like a dream, smiling down at me with tears shedding from her eyes. I nodded on her chest, wrapping my arms around her muscular body. She felt nice. “I will always protect you.”

“Tell me how old you are before I could give myself to you.”

Her body stills and this was life and death for Natasha, I could make myself dust away once she confesses. If she lies, it would make no sense. Because she knows I’m smart, how tactical I can be. There was no point in running now, everything had to be laid out; it had to be done, or else when she woke up, none of this existed.

“I’m forty, baby.”

She’s two decades older than me.

She could be my mother at this point.

Did I care? No, not really. At least she was open and honest about it, she wouldn’t hide anything from me. And if she did, sooner or later I’d find out. I know I will, again, be tactical like that. Instead of being upset–which I’m not–I hugged her tighter as well as she did, whimpering under my head as she whispers: “I thought I’d lose you.”

“You could never lose me,” I responded quietly, kissing her chest and her little arrow necklace. “I’m your girl, remember?”

“You’re my girl,” she repeats faintly, looking down at me with loving eyes as if she’s in her teenage years again. “My little girl.”

I was now kneeling on the floor with my mouth wrapped around her thick strap-on, her eyes intently looking at every movement I make. Even the sounds that I made fell into Natasha’s ears, finding it really beautiful. Her hands gripped the back of my hair, pushing me further to her cock. The sight makes her squirm, the sweatiness on my temple gets her hips driving up to my mouth until you can hear me gagging loudly in the middle of her trailer. She gasps for air, her eyes shut tight when the dildo inside of her would hit her spot, it’s almost like she could feel your mouth wrapping around her dick; she was in heaven.

“Go deeper,” she softly demands with a heaving chest. “Get that cock ready for your pussy, Mommy is going to take care of you.”

Once her cock was coated with the spit of my saliva, I was on her couch while she jerks herself off, admiring the way the tip of her cock hits on my clit repeatedly. It makes her insane, oblivious, and very aroused by the sight. She looks back up at me and asked with a croaked voice: “Do you love me? Do you live in me?”

How could she ask such a question like that when she knows that I do love her? That I do live for her?

“I love you.” it almost sounded so faint, so quiet that you could barely hear me. But she heard those three words very clearly, it made her fall apart. Her thrusts became more violent and more passionate, and my nails were scratching her tattooed back with my head thrown back at the edge of the couch. Hers were buried into the crook of my neck, moaning and grunting each time she forced a thrust. I could assume that we’re making love, or maybe this is just some fuck. But it’s more than just a fuck or getting good grades, it’s just two individuals falling in love with each other.

“My dorogoya,” Natasha says with a hushed whisper, almost sounding like she’s telling you a secret. My hips were meeting hers while the couch was creaking from our sex, the air thickening between us. I could feel the sweat on her back and saw how focused she was in order to just come. “I’m gonna cum soon… you have to cum with me. I-I love you too, I love you more.”

Both of you came but she was the first one who initiated it first. She bites into my neck, her back hunching as she twitches above me, I could feel her nipples poking on my chest. I clenched around her dick and came twice, my lips reaching for hers as I tried to find comfort. I could remember saying, please don’t stop loving me, I could never stop loving you.

She said the same, and we both held on to each other.

This has to be the worst thing that is about to happen in my life, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Neither Natasha can.

I got accepted to Italy, where I could learn more about the historic architecture in Sicily. I didn’t mean to apply, I just kind of “wanted” to, somehow test my intelligence. And a few weeks later, I got accepted. I was only supposed to go to Standford University so that I could be closer to Natasha, but this only made it worse. Why did I have to apply to a university where I’m a thousand miles away from her? What could go wrong? Absolutely everything, she would hate me for it. I knew she would, she’d be heartbroken.

I didn’t get accepted to Stanford.

That was the worst part, I only got to choose one school. And to my hopes and dreams, to my future, Sicily would be the best choice. Sicily is my only hope. If I want a better life, a better future, Sicily is there. My relationship with Natasha was probably temporary, she still hasn't divorced her wife. Somehow, I think she’s lying to my face. She tries to convince me that she will, in fact, get divorced when nothing even happens. I wait for a: I’m finally a free woman and I get to marry you! But that’s such a dream other than being realistic. We all hope and dream sometimes.

When I showed her the acceptance letter; her face fell, just as well as her heart.

“Nat?” I placed my hand on her lap and tried to catch a glance at her, but she never looked back at me. She just stared at the wall for the longest time, which makes my blood cold.

“Natty, say something please.”

“You’re leaving me.”

The way she said it with such a broken voice but nonchalant makes me even want to stay longer, that I don’t have to do college so that I get to be with her. And maybe, just maybe, that would be the plan. I get to be with her other than meeting stupid people who could never see me the way she does. By the time I held her hand, she looked at me with a loud sob as she wrapped her arm around me, kissing the side of my head.

“I love you,” she says, my heart breaking more. She wipes the tears from her eyes and kisses my lips; it feels like a goodbye. “You should do it, go chase your dreams because you still have more time.”

“What do you mean?”

Natasha shakes her head as I don’t understand what she’s saying, but by heart I do. Clearly, I do. I just don’t accept what she’s telling me to do, I can’t do it. I shake my head just as well as she does, and I’ve gone furious. Why is she pushing me away? Why isn’t she fighting for me? Slap me, choke me, tell me that I don’t have to go so that I get to be with you. Go on, do what you want. I want you to hurt me, do it. Please?

“You have to go,” She repeats under her breath and kisses my lips, this time it was longer. I held onto her with my hand cupping her cheeks hard, kissing her much deeper. I don’t know if I could forget her lips, her hands, and her scent. I felt vulnerable, anxious, and eager to stay with her. Just stay, I thought. But I couldn’t, knowing how much I’ll regret it once I do. “I love you, remember that. One day when you get back, I’ll marry you. We’ll have a farmhouse in Ohio and stay there forever, okay? No one will ever understand how much I love you, no one.”

“I love you too, Nat.”

I hate you, Natasha. I hate you to my guts, to my loins, and to my chest. I envy you, I envy you for pushing me away. This is all your fault, you’re going to make me forget you. You know that; you know that well enough.

For the next few weeks, I never saw her again. I decided to lose contact with her so everything–well at least for the both of us–would be a lot easier. She would never have to see me again, think about me again, and reminisce about the times we had again. It’s better to leave her heartbroken than to remember what we shared, how we made love every time I see her, and how much we both cared whenever we would be alone. And now that it’s gone, all I have to do is move on.

Hey, it’s Y/N! Leave me a message if you’re not able to contact me, thanks!

“Y/N? It’s Tasha,” I took a deep breath and played with my fingers instead of saying what I have to say. I know she won’t be able to get this, possibly never, but it’s better to say something than nothing. It’s been approximately two years since the last time I saw her, the last time I touched her face and kissed her lips. And with those two years, I’ve talked to my wife. Perhaps I felt guilty when I slept with her again, when she was the only person I could run to because she was no longer with me. Perhaps I am an asshole for sleeping with someone who I wanted to have a divorce with, and that’s the reason why I’m calling the young girl to let her know that I will never have a divorce, to let her know that I’m trapped.

I love my wife deeply, I do. But with Y/N, it’s a whole different scenario. It’s not because my wife isn’t there when I fell in love with her, it’s because of how she can be so pure with me that nothing else matters other than us, other than our love. And now that she’s gone, there’s no reassurance that she’ll be back. She’s probably out there dreaming, meeting a girl who’s for her age, being happier with her than she was with me.

“I just want to tell you that I’m getting married again,” I say with a regretful whisper, I felt so quiet. I gripped the telephone and let out a small tear, knowing how everything will be over once I say these things that needs to be said. “Yeah, I’m marrying Wanda again. And I know you’ll call me a traitor for this, perhaps I am. But just know that if you were here–” Breathe. “If you were here, you know I’d wait for you. But you left me with no call, with no last goodbye. You left, and I waited for you. And after a year of waiting, I realized how I’m going to feel after a while.”

Say something, please Y/N. Say something.

Were my words coming out of nowhere? Or did it have a purpose? Was I hurting her? I think I was, more than she did to me. I licked my lips twice and played my thumb against the wooden table, trying to hold a sob.

The die is cast.

“Remember that lullaby I made for you?” I asked, smiling to myself with tears flowing down from my eyes freely, wiping them away with a puffed face. Please call me again once you hear this, please tell me how much you still love me. “That lullaby will always be for you, it will never be for Wanda. I love you, okay? I love you so much more, I love you more than her. I loved you until my last breath, I loved you until I could kill myself and die alone. I’d rather be with you than Wanda, you know that. But you’re not here, baby. You left me without a goodbye.”

I knew this feeling wasn’t going to last long and that I’d be with Wanda again, working on our relationship whilst still being married to her. And that my stupidity that thought of marrying her again was like a frozen time, I don’t know how to explain it. But I think I’m lying to myself, I think I’ll love Y/N until my last breath. I know that myself, I just keep denying it.

Come back to me, pretty baby. Come back, be with me.

“Anyway,” I let out a shaky breath and smiled once more, this time it felt too surreal. “I’m proud of you, okay? I’m proud of what you’re about to achieve. I know you’ll be the best history teacher out there. Good luck, my love. I wish I could come and see you, I wish I could kiss you. I love you.”

YA lyublyu vas.

The truth is that Y/N never received that voicemail. She only received it when Natasha had a baby with Wanda and they were living off on a farm together, just as she thought they would do. But in reality, it was never her.

It will never be her.

And perhaps this was on her behalf, for leaving Natasha without saying anything. If she would just kiss her goodbye or even tell her, they would never depart. Maybe they can still work it out. But this was mostly her fault, she knows that it’s all her fault. She regrets going to the airport, instead of being with Natasha. She also regrets meeting her for the first time, which was bound to never happen, yet it still did. Maybe it was only “Right person, wrong timing” and she hardly believes in that. Maybe this was in another reality where they don’t happen, and in some other universe that they do.

She’s now thirty years old with a husband, alone in a trailer. She never achieved her dreams, she was taken advantage of her money and her power by men who were severely manipulative. If she heard that voicemail sooner, she would’ve come back home into Natasha’s arms. But if she calls her now, she’ll ruin that stupid marriage.

Nothing lasts forever, most certainly to a person who you think would be the one for you.

how are we all feeling? what are your thoughts on this one?

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha angst #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader #black widow x you #a's oneshots!

[high-functioning-fang1rl]

Well I’m already exhausted and it’s only Monday, and there are NO WORDS to describe how TERRIFIED I am of what’s to come on Wednesday, so what better thing to distract myself with than some writing? So here’s Part 2 of my AU, where Chucky manipulates Nica into thinking she’s his daughter at the end of Cult!

One Side of the Knife! AU PART TWO!

The sound of a drill and cackling laughter pierced the air eerily as Nica rolled her chair through the empty asylum hallway. Not sure she wanted to know what she’d find, she hesitated before she rounded the corner, stopping at the bizarre scene before her.

The one-armed Good Guy was holding a drill that she noted was shiny with blood, laughing shrilly with the other doll she had followed. Malcolm lay on the ground beside them, blood pouring from the fresh hole through his head, his face frozen and blank with death.

Dizzy and queasy, Nica spotted yet another body, her heart sinking when she recognized that it was Nurse Ashley.

She’d had kids, Nica thought with a pang. Kids who wouldn’t ever know what happened to their mother.

Unable to stop her gasp of horror, the two dolls turned their attention on her.

“I knew you’d make the right choice!” The Chucky she’d followed crowed, his arms spreading robotically in victory.

But she leaned back, recoiling. “What did you do?” She demanded anxiously.

The doll holding the drill shrugged, lowering the weapon to his side. “The guy was certifiable! He killed the nurse pretending to be me and got himself killed for it! He was on borrowed time anyway.”

Nica recalled Malcolm claiming to be “Charles” the last time she’d spoken, but she couldn’t stop the pang of regret coursing through her as she remembered the relief she’d felt meeting him, the feeling that she finally had an ally again when she’d felt so alone and helpless in the cursed walls of Harrogate.

“It couldn’t be helped, kid!” Chucky tried to assure her. “Now we can get out of here no problem!”

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Nica nodded, rolling the chair after him, doing her best to ignore the bodies and how they basically made a trail toward the office she’d been in as she passed. The two dolls split up, Nica immediately following the intact doll down the longer hallway toward what she knew was the exit. She only paused when he did, looking into an empty room.

A young man, his back toward her, stared down at what she guessed could only be the third Good Guy doll Nica had seen in Dr. Foley’s office, though it was so smashed under the person’s boot that she couldn’t be sure.

As if sensing he wasn’t alone, the figure turned, immediately pointing a gun in their direction.

It felt like a jolt of electricity ran through her as she faintly recognized that the man in front of her must be Andy Barclay, all grown up.

For a brief second he seemed just as surprised by Nica’s presence, his lips parting slightly and eyes widening a fraction. Then his eyes went to the doll and without hesitation, his handsome features determined, grim, he trained the gun forward the doll and pulled the trigger, and Nica tensed in her chair as an empty click indicated he was out of bullets.

“Tag you’re it, Pal!” Cackling, Chucky suddenly swung the door shut. “Lock it!” He barked at her as Andy ran to the door.

Only hesitating for a brief moment, Nica obeyed, her wrist flicking out quickly to shut the young man in.

“NO!” Fists pounded on the door, Andy howling and cursing Chucky behind the door.

Against her better judgement, Nica looked at Chucky, hoping to assuage the guilt she felt at leaving the attractive stranger locked in Harrogate. “Why is he here?”

Chucky awkwardly clambered up onto her lap, his eyes big blue and earnest. “The kid’s got issues! He’s stalked me for years- he heard I was coming here to free you and thought you were working with me. He wanted to keep us both locked in here, but the joke is on him! Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

With one last glance to the locked door, still unsure she was doing the right thing, she continued toward the exit obediently.

*****

The cold was the first thing she noticed, and she began shivering immediately as the air hit her.

Snow was falling gently, and despite the circumstances Nica couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it, couldn’t stop herself from taking a deep breath of fresh air, the feeling of freedom making her body sing.

Carefully wheeling around the steps, she made her way toward the gates, where a red car sat waiting for them.

The gorgeous blonde- Tiffany Valentine, she recalled- stood waiting beside the car patiently, her eyes fixed on the doll in Nica’s lap, a smile fixed on her expertly painted red lips.

She addressed Chucky, her voice as distinctive and unforgettable as it had been when she’d met with Nica to tell her about Alice and leave Chucky with her. “Hey, Sweetface. ‘S good to see you.” She said playfully.

Nica was surprised, however, when the doll replied, a fondness she’d never heard before evident in his voice. “You look great, Tiff.”

Tiffany smirked, her big eyes moving up to regard Nica curiously.

Chucky read the question in her eyes and quickly offered “I believe you’ve already met but, Tiff, may I properly introduce Nica Pierce? Nica, meet my wife; Tiffany.”

“Hi.” Nica shifted shyly, uncomfortably, trying for a smile.

It felt like there was fire in her gaze as Tiffany smiled back, offering a pleasant “Hello.” in return, and Nica got the impression Tiffany was not thrilled by her presence.

“Nica here decided she wanted to know more about where she came from, so she’ll be joining us, just like we hoped!” Charles said authoritatively, reaching up for Tiffany.

Seemingly more pleased when holding him in her arms, Tiffany grinned. “Let’s go, SweetFace!” She cooed, bringing him around and placing him in the passenger seat. Then she returned to the driver’s side, opening the door to the backseat and opening her arms. “Nica…” she politely waited for permission before lifting Nica out of the chair, carefully putting her in the backseat and helping her buckle.

Nica noticed the car wasn’t big enough to fit the wheelchair, and she paused, her body going tense.

“I…um, I’ll need my chair…” she told them apologetically, embarrassed, years of conditioning making her cheeks heat red.

But Chucky looked back at her from the front seat as Tiffany slid into the driver’s seat, his voice gravely but unbothered. “Not a problem! We have a chair at home for ya- I told ya, we planned on this! Well, hoped on it, at least!”

Despite herself, something small fluttered inside of her chest; the ease of her disability being accepted foreign to her, a tiny part of her preening, grateful for the kind treatment.

“Thanks.” She said softly.

In the driver’s seat, Tiffany sighed.

“What.” Chucky demanded.

Meeting Nica’s eyes in the rearview mirror, Tiffany said with a pout. “I was just thinking about Alice...”

Nica’s heart constricted, tears immediately burning behind her eyes as she looked away, pain lancing through her heart.

The blonde continued, “And how much I miss her and how sorry I am that she’s gone… but maybe having you here will help us all feel close to her.”

Sniffling, Nica nodded, wiping at her eyes as she attempted to swallow the grief. “Yeah…yeah, maybe it will.”

“Good point, Tiff. Now let’s get the hell out of here!” Chucky waved his arm.

Smiling, Tiffany turned the engine on, and settling back into the seat as the car started, Nica finally saw the blonde, female doll in the seat beside her, jumping in shock when it turned to return her curious look with one of it’s own.

Seeing her surprise and momentary fear, the doll laughed, the shrill sound unmistakably a duplicate of Tiffany’s. From the front of the car, the human Tiffany and Chucky joined in the laughter, as if sharing an inside joke.

In between bouts of uninhibited cackling Chucky apologized for the surprise. “Boy, do we have a lot to catch up on!” He told her as the car pulled away.

Feeling lighter as the car left the facility she’d been contained in for too long, a place of nightmares, Nica began chuckling at herself too, the car growing loud with the sound of their mirth.

She didn't even notice the body left discarded on the pavement, the red blood soaking into the white blanket of snow around it.

*****

Well, we’re on our way now! Thanks for reading!

When it comes to future installments, there are MANY ways this could go, and I’m curious what you all would like to see/read! How dark should Nica go/how deep into Chucky and Tiff’s claws should she get? I’ve got a few ideas for many scenarios, so I’d be happy to hear what you all want to read!

I’m slowly loving this AU more and more so I’d love to hear any input/thoughts you may have! :)

*Hope you all are having a great week already! 🥰*

#chucky 2021 #nica pierce #andy barclay #brad dourif #chucky series #chucky syfy #fiona dourif #jennifer tilly #tiffany valentine #chucky #jevon #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #lexy cross #devon evans

[marveinator]

Afraid- Ellie Williams (4)

Afraid- Ellie Williams (Part 4)

part 3 -> masterlist

Summary: You decide to make the deal a real thing and go over to Ellie´s house...

A/N: I listened to girl in red while writing this. FINALLY STH IS HAPPENING! It´s short but the next chapter will be out tmrw or the day after tmrw, I´ll see how much time I will have to write. BYE!

Chapter warnings: flirting, fighting, idk... LMAO

I turned around and slowly opened my eyes. It was hot and I immediately decided to get rid of the sweater I was wearing. As I sat upright in my bed I noticed how my head began to hurt. I looked down at myself. A gray sweater. Definitely not mine, but the one from-.

"Fuck."

Ellie. I was wearing Ellie's sweater.

As if in one fell swoop, I remembered everything that had happened yesterday. Ellie. Me. Together. Kiss. Well, almost a kiss. But still. Just the thought that I had considered kissing her made me shiver. And then also that smoking had been my idea and I had thus caused everything, didn't make the whole situation any better.

On the contrary, I felt like shit. Sure, it had been nice with her, but where would a kiss have led? She would never talk about it again anyway and… how did I even know I liked girls in that way?

Ellie Williams POV I woke up with rays of sunshine on my face, which surprised me because it was usually really cold, it was winter after all. Slowly I moved from my bed and went to the window, I had forgotten to close the curtains. Today I had no patrol, which is why I actually wanted to sleep in. However, I could only sleep fragilely tonight.

I remembered only a part of what had happened yesterday, so I decided not to write any details in my diary. I opened the book that was placed on my bedside table, dug for a pen and began.

With a sigh I closed the book again. No chance that after last night things between me and her would ever be good again (they never really were, but still). A pickup line was not exactly the best way to settle a murder. Well, looking at it that way, could a murder even be settled at all? Probably not.

I shook my aching head and, to my disappointment, made myself take off her shirt.

Then I remembered something. We had a deal. A date, almost. Today, with me, a duel. Funny way to hang out, but it had been her idea after all, so the only question was whether she even remembered it and if yes, if she would come over...

your POV I had to go to Ellie. Well, I had suggested the "duel" after all. And besides, deep inside I wanted to go to her, too. I wanted to prove to her that I could fight (and I was sure I would do and say stuff that I would probably regret but fuck it, you only live once, right?).

When I stood in front of the big brown door in front of Ellie's house, I felt queasy. Was this really a good idea? Overthinking everything. Like I always did. Now I was already here and I would go through it.

Cautiously I knocked on the door. As if in one fell swoop, it was torn open and Ellie was standing in front of me.

"Oh. Hi," she said shyly. I smiled and returned a soft "Hey."

Cautiously, I stepped inside and Ellie moved aside to let me go through the entrance. "Uh- where do I put my shoes?", I asked and Ellie pointed to the floor under the coat rack where two jackets were hanging.

Carefully, I put my shoes down there and followed Ellie, who was on her way to the living room. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean-isn't it a little… I don´t know- childish?", Ellie asked.

I shook my head. "It was a deal, wasn't it? Besides, the idea that you think I'm weak bothers me quite a bit." Ellie's eyes widened and she had that grin on her face again, as if in an instant. "Oh, and why does that bother you so much?" She moved a little closer and stood in front of me. She was tall and I felt a little intimidated, but tried not to let it show.

"Are we going to start or not?", I interrupted her, "Any rules?" The girl in front of me thought for a while before replying, "Well, no one should die, but it won't come to that anyway. And maybe not break any bones?" I giggled and nodded, so Ellie was scared after all? "But- I won't go easy on you." Yeah right. She should probably be more afraid of ME. I mean I would already have a reason to want to kill her. But to my surprise I didn't want to do that at all right now, I just wanted to prove something to Ellie.

"Well, Els, let's get started then?"

Ellie Williams POV Els. She had given me a nickname… cute. Before I could answer anything, I felt my arm being twisted behind my back and suddenly my front was pressed firmly against the wall. "Woah, woah, slow there babe." The girl behind me just laughed and tried to trip me up. This time, however, I was faster and managed to turn around. With full force I let my leg slide under hers and so managed to make her fall down. Now she was lying on her back and I quickly crawled on top of her so that I was sitting on her in the area of her hip. I took both her arms with one hand and pressed them above her head so that she could not fight back. "That's unfair, I wanted to kick your ass all week," sighed the girl under me. "Well, this whole situation just shows that I'm stronger," I replied and had to grin.

your POV "Move your hands, Ellie." The brunette on top of me immediately let go of my arms and sat up a little straighter (still on top of me).

"Always on top huh?" The words left my mouth without me even thinking about it. Ellie's facial expression changed abruptly, almost as if she was in a state of shock. She didn't seem to know what to say now, so I said "Would you also get yourself off of me again sometime?" to distract from my previous question. Ellie got off of me and sat on the floor next to me. I sat upright as well, so I was back across from her. "I'm never going to stop talking about this" Ellie giggled. "What?", I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She leaned in closer and I felt that weird feeling in my stomach again. This couldn't be happening…. and this time I wasn't even high-

"I'm better than you at fighting," she whispered. I felt warmth shoot into my cheeks and I suddenly I forgot everything around me. There was just Ellie again. Only her.

"Really good for you Els, but I think there are a lot of things that I am better at than YOU…", I explained to her. She grinned again and leaned even closer to me, almost as if she was going to-

"Shut up for once, babe."

Ellie Williams POV It's Now or Never. I leaned in further and felt our lips touch. A comforting warmth shot through my body, one I hadn't felt in a long time. I carefully put my hand on her cheek and also noticed how she leaned in closer.

After a while we let go of each other and looked into each other's eyes. A smile formed, to my satisfaction, on her lips. "Yeah, Liam definitely wasn't a good kisser-" I had to laugh now as well, finally feeling complete again. That one kiss had healed so much that was broken inside of me. This girl could fix me, I just knew it.

"You should go now, babe, Maria and Tommy are probably wondering where you are…", I said as I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She nodded in an understanding way and stood up.

Before she walked out the door she turned around and stared at me.

"Ellie," her soft voice said. "Yes?" She looked down at the floor and began to play nervously with her fingers. "Don't make me regret this." I sighed and nodded.

"I'll do my best."

#ellie williams angst #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #fireflies #fanfic #flirting #female #fanfiction #lesbian #the last of us spoilers #the last of us #lgbtq #the last of us 2 #last of us

[bloomsberries]

you have some time to write, I tell myself, why don’t we open up the old Ulysses and try and do something short, no big deal…

reader, when I tell you that the very notion made me physically ill. literally, queasy.

#wtf it’s never been this bad

[rkmoon]

[In answer to your post:)]

What's the scariest thing you've ever written? Body horror or psychological. I'm in the mood for spooks >:)

Ha! My secret to writing horror: I don't actually write horror that I MYSELF am scared of. Just for my own mental health's sake. But I've been told this passage from Project Heartless is pretty good:

It was almost majestic if one ignored the horror of it. Rain didn't know where to look. As he walked closer to the viewing glass he noted absently that it was enormous, the ground beneath him at least a hundred feet below. It laid there still, but every now and again it moved, barely, as if the thing was softly breathing. Rain forced himself to comprehend it, forced himself to process, but when he finally did, it didn't still seem to quite make sense.

There were eyes. And hands and feet and legs and arms and mouths and ears and— Rain felt sick. It was a mess of body parts, all mangled together in one big mass of flesh that was both disturbing and fascinating. There were eyeballs on legs and ears growing in between fingers and necks leading to hips and in some places there was hair— looking at it too long made Rain queasy, wondering what it was, and how it turned out this way.

#projectheartless #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writblr #writers #horror #body horror

[super-unpredictable98]

Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

(Masterlist)

Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Oh, I haven't really thought about it," Klaus teased. "I might just want to keep my body clean."

"Nooooo I miss them..." she whined. "It's only five of them!"

"Six actually, I had the umbrella on my wrist, the tiger, the skull, the palm tattoos, and Dave's temple."

Victoria sat up with the most confused look on her face. What did he just say?

"Did I hear it right? Dave's temple? What do you mean?"

"It's Thai I think, I got it done when I was with him."

"And what does it say?" She asked, suddenly very queasy.

"Um... it says Klaus loves Dave," he admitted, thinking it would be better she heard from him than googling it later and finding out he lied.

Victoria stared at him agape, seething with anger that raised up her chest. Her husband immediately noticed and winced, scared of her reaction.

"What the FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her voice was raised along the sentence until she was screaming. "KLAUS, HOW COULD YOU? AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

"To be very honest, I don't even remember getting this tattoo at all, I don't remember if I asked for the writing or if Dave did... I was so drunk," Klaus chuckled, not really understanding the severity of the can or worms he just opened. He thought laughing it off would make it better, as it usually does.

Victoria felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She was there too, she was in Vietnam for 10 months stripping to have a roof over her head and he didn't seem to miss her enough to want anything to remember her by.

It felt like a betrayal not only because he had an ex's name on his body, but also because this ex had treated Klaus like shit the last time they met and that was something she could never forgive.

"And in all this time you couldn't have made a tattoo for me? Guess you don't love me that much after all," she murmured.

"We're married, we have a baby on the way! I've been pining after you since we were little kids. How can I not love you?" Klaus clutched his chest, feeling quite hurt by her doubt, but knowing her pregnancy hormones certainly played a big role in how this discussion was progressing.

"Right? I thought you did too, crazy how wrong we can be sometimes..."

"I never got a tattoo of your name because you always told me you thought it was lame! I wanted to when we moved out, remember?"

It was true, he asked her what she'd think of him tattooing her name on his forearm along with his in a heart like a carving on a tree two lovers would do as children.

She refused and said that was incredibly tacky, he disagreed, but never brought it up again.

"That doesn't mean you can just go and get someone else's name!" She screamed, leaving him behind while caressing her stomach.

"Liebchen, falls ich wissen sollte was Liebe bedeutet, liegt es an dir*," Klaus followed as he whispered in her ear. "Ich will für immer bei dir sein**."

"Stop it!" Vicky whined. "I don't wanna be charmed right now!"

"Do you want me to get a tattoo for you?" He finally asked, maybe she would finally agree to the carved heart idea.

"No! Nothing you can get will ever top this massive temple on your stomach! It's huge and you've done it first. I can't believe I had sex with you looking at that!"

"I will close my back with your face if that makes you happy, I'll get your name in bold letters on my forehead, I'll get a 'property of Victoria Maria Hargreeves' on my ass! Just please tell me how to make you happy? I wanna fix this."

"Well too bad, you can't make me happy, Klaus!"

That was a first, not once had Vicky been so unforgiving. He was somewhat used to getting away with everything when it came to her, she would make excuses even for his stupidest behaviors.

It was a punch in the gut to hear that, especially being so full of trauma as he was. She had left him once back when they were younger, what would stop her from taking a job in another country and taking their child away? Maybe she was done with him and he would once again lose someone he loved more than himself.

That idea brought tears to his eyes and an almost unbearable pain to his chest. He wanted to drink, he wanted to smoke, he wanted to get his hands on any sort of drug he could find and get high enough to forget everything, but he couldn't. He was a father now.

"I did love Dave, but you know there wasn't a single moment I didn't think of you back then," Klaus dropped to his knees in front of her. "Yeah, he made me see I could be brave and strong. You were always brave for me and much stronger, you were my shield and he showed me I could stand on my own and maybe even protect you someday."

"That man punched you in the face, he came by just to tell you off! How can you see someone like that as anything more than a bigot?" Victoria cried, turning away, not wanting to face him.

"Not everyone has the privilege of knowing who they are and being able to express it like me," he shrugged. "I'm not angry at him as much as I'm angry at the world that made him feel like that's how he should treat me."

"I'm mad at him, it was his fist on your face, not anyone else's."

Klaus nodded, she had all the right to feel this way. He understood and wanted to say that, but he was terrified of saying the wrong thing and prompting her to leave again. He couldn't stand losing her a fifth time.

"Victoria, I'm sorry," he took her hand and kissed it repeatedly. "I know I hurt your feelings and I don't deserve it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you're probably the reason why I'm even alive. I'd never be able to take all the abuse without you there. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed.

Vicky couldn't help how misty-eyed she got as well, the first memory she had of him came into her mind.

They were probably around three or four, they were playing with paper dolls they drew themselves while Grace watched from her charging station.

"I wanna marry a big strong man and have two babies, a boy and a girl," she said.

"I'll be a big strong man!" Klaus pouted, his lip quivering with jealousy at the idea she might be imagining someone else.

"What? Who do you wanna marry?" She asked.

Klaus took their dolls and made them kiss, imitating the noise with his mouth. "I wanna marry a Vicky!"

Pulled back to the present, Victoria looked down at the pitiful look on her husband's face and pulled him into her arms.

He sighed, crying even harder and placing his hand on her stomach. "Do you forgive me?" He asked.

"When have I ever been able to stay angry at you? It hurts so bad that you didn't do anything for me, but-"

"If I knew for a second that's what you wanted, I would have! I swear!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "If you wanna get the temple again with the rest of your tattoos, that's okay."

"No, I won't do that," Klaus shook his head, the idea of hurting her again was too painful. "The past is in the past. I'm forever grateful for him and what he did for me, but you and Fortune are my future."

That night Klaus went out to get dinner, hoping some junk food would cheer Vicky up. On the way, he stopped by a beautiful garden in the park and sat down.

He carefully took off Dave's dog tags and held them close to his heart once more. He then dug a hole among the flowers with his fingers and placed the necklace there, covering it as best as he could.

"I think this is a nice spot for you to rest," Klaus smiled to himself. "Thank you, Dave, for everything. I'm sorry I couldn't save you, but you saved me."

——————————————————

That week Klaus tried to be extra loving, he did everything to show Vicky she meant the world to him and he loved her with all his heart and soul. He cooked (badly, but still), cleaned, took every chance to compliment her, kiss her, cuddle her...

When his tattoo appointment finally came, he had already decided he wanted to make a nice surprise for his wife. Or two.

So on the first day, he got the tiger on his back, the Sky Soldiers skull on his arm, the hello and goodbye on his palms, and even the umbrella on his wrist (something he really wanted, as to never forget where he came from and the pain he endured).

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Vicky thought that was it. Only a couple of weeks after, Klaus went back for his second appointment while his wife worked on her new business. She had been very busy with everything regarding the bakery she was planning to open, something she wanted since she was 12.

"Hey, Liebling! How are we doing today?" He came back a few hours later with the biggest smile on his face.

"Great, can you try this?" She offered him a cinnamon roll from the tray she had just pulled out of the oven.

"It'll be my pleasure," Klaus took a large bite and moaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, my God! This is so good, you haven't lost your touch."

"Thank you, but you're not just saying that? It needs to be good enough to sell," Victoria asked hesitantly.

"I promise you, it's perfect. I'd buy a dozen right now," he insisted, taking another bite. "It's really buttery, the perfect amount of cinnamon, so soft.."

"Aww I'm glad! You can eat as many as you want, just save some space for dinner," she winked at him as she washed her hands. " What would you like, by the way?"

"Oh well, anything that isn't too greasy, also no pork for me," Klaus smirked. "Not until I heal."

"Heal? What did you do?" She asked.

He simply unbuttoned his flowy blouse and exposed his back where he had now a tarot card.

"The Wheel of Fortune," Vicky murmured with a soft chuckle. "That is so sweet! I bet she'll love it and I do too."

"Oh but that's not all," he pulled the sleeve to expose his forearm.

Klaus had a pretty big tattoo of a rectangular window, the window from their first flat which went from floor to ceiling. He also had the skyline that was visible from their living room and in front of it, his silhouette dancing with Victoria's just like they used to do when they were kids.

"Klausie! This is... this is so beautiful," Vicky choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotion. "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not? I love you," he giggled. "See? They are dancing together forever, they'll never ever be apart, just like I wish we never had."

Without another word, she jumped into his arms capturing his lips passionately. That was so much better than anything she could've come up with, it was the most romantic thing he had ever done. Declaring his love and saying so much without even needing words.

"So I take it you liked it?" Klaus grinned, wrapping his arms around her.

"I love it... You're a big strong man, Klausie. You're my dream come true."

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @seanfalco @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

*I only know what love is because of you

** I want to be with you forever

#umbrella academy fanfic #umbrella academy imagine #umbrella academy klaus #the umbrella academy #fanfic #klaus hargreeves x oc #klaus hargreeves #tua fanfic #tua imagine #tua klaus #tua #the eighth child #drabble

[damon-loves-pie]

You’ll Always Have Me. Part 2.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count is about 1,900 words.

Warnings: 18+, character is 18+, abuse mention, crying.

Summary: (Y/N) wants to get her items from the apartment but needs help so she goes to find the boys to ask for some assistance. 

Author’s note: This is kind of a filler chapter, I’m sorry that it kind of sucks in comparison to the next chapter I’ll publish. I just wanted to get something posted before I go on vacation tomorrow. I already started the next chapter though and I’m really excited to finish and post it! Defiantly has a cute side to Eddie! As always please comment and heart letting me know what you think! 

I promise the next chapter will be better! 

You’ll Always Have Me Masterlist

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Two weeks, you though as the celling above you catches your eye allowing for your daydreaming. Two weeks since you arrived home at your mom's. Studying the fan above you, thinking back to the events of that first night. The events being Brandon smacking you like a rag doll, Eddie standing up for your honor, and you having to tell your mother everything. The thought of it making you feel queasy like you were reliving the moment again.

Dustin had helped you bring the kids in that night, laying them down in your room while you went to find your mom who was sound asleep. Your mom was confused to see you waking her up so late in the night, worried something horrible had happened to one of the kids. Turns out she was right, something bad did happen to a kid, her own.

You cried so hard in her arms that night, feeling like a little girl again as she held you. This pain was worse than when you would scape your knee outside, and unlike then she couldn't just put on a Band-Aid on this. This pain felt like you swallowed a match and set your insides on fire. Your mom cried with you, knowing her little girl was hurt and had been hurt by the hands of another.

Your mom rubbed your hair, fingers against your scalp, just letting you let it all out. She never liked Brandon either just like Dustin but both of them wanted you to be happy. In her opinion he never seemed man enough for you, and always seemed to be quick tempered even back then. She wasn't going to let her little girl feel stranded though because of his mistake, plus she loved having the babies around. So she made sure you knew you could stay there however long needed, hell you could stay there forever if you wanted because she too didn't want to be alone.

You wipe your eyes, cleaning the tears that had formed while you were thinking. You still haven't been back to the apartment since leaving that night. All of your things,  and the kids things still there in the apartment that gave you nothing but trauma. You needed to go back, you managed to grab the kids a decent amount of clothes but only a few items for yourself that night.

I can't get everything by myself, nor do I want to, you thought sitting up. Your hands run though your hair pulling slightly, stressing about how you should go about this. Maybe the boys could help you? If they won't then you would have to get your items slowly since you started working last week down at your local grocery store as a closing stocker. Your mom claimed you didn't have to and could just focus on finishing this semester, but you refused. Your kids were your responsibility to provide for.

Glanding over at the sleeping angels next to you, you smiled softly before getting up to find your mother. The smell of food cooking filled up your nostrils, letting you know where she was. "Morning (Y/N), coffee is made." She smiles, hearing you walk into the kitchen. Shaking your head no, you lean against the counter before speaking. "I'm good mom, I was actually wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

"Anything sweetheart, what is it?" She turns towards you, ignoring the meal she's cooking. You know your mom would do anything for you and the kids. Hell your mom would keep the kids and claim them as her own if you asked her to, she loved  the little babies. But it still made you nervous asking her for help, you wanted to be able to do this all by yourself. You sigh, reminding yourself it's okay to ask for help.

"I want to get my stuff from the apartment before work on Monday and I was wondering if you would be okay with watching the kids while I go ask for some help today to get my things tomorrow." You tell her, grabbing a piece of bacon off the plate next to her. "(Y/N) you know I would watch the kids anytime, go see about getting your things." She shoos, moving her spatula at you, motioning you out of the kitchen. "I love you mom," you smile kissing her head. "I love you too baby, more than anything." She smiles as you leave to get changed.

The clock read a quarter before 12, lunch has always started at 12 you remembered. You have a little time to make it there, starting your engine and pulling out of the drive towards the high school. You hate to ask Dustin and his friends for help, but if you're being honest you don't have many friends who live in Hawkins anymore. They all spread out across the Midwest leaving this little town as soon as they could.

You found out how Dustin knew Eddie within the first few days of being home. Turns out that was because he's been held back since your class graduated. You wanted to say you were surprised, but knowing how he was when you would spend time with him you weren't. You two weren't ever close but defiantly had smoked together a few times since middle school. It has been nice seeing him around with Dustin actually, other than being around Brandon you haven't been around people your own age since graduation. You had only been gradated for a month when you found out you were pregnant and kind of separated yourself from everyone.

If you're being honest you don't even know why you got with Brandon in the first place. Yeah he was cute, and was sweet at first but that quickly changed.  You should of left before you ever became pregnant. He himself was also an outcast like Eddie, not really fitting into anywhere. But he was also the bad-boy that everyone wanted, another dealer in your school when you guys were in high school. 16 year old you loved that, that the hot older senior wanted you.

You sighed, pulling into the school parking lot, bringing back memories. The days of volleyball practices, skipping school, and the times you would come out for a smoke. You spot Eddie's van, making yourself smile slightly. Yeah it's a little weird he's still in school, but at least he's wanting his degree. Brandon dropped out before graduation because he knew he wasn't going to pass and hasn't done anything since then. That's one of the few many differences they had. You pull up next to the van, 11:55 the clock reads letting  you still have 5 minutes till lunch starts.

Lighting a cigarette you step out of your vehicle, leaning against it's frame. What if the boys say no? It's not like any of them owe you anything, and it's not like you can afford to pay them anything or much if they help you. You are only working 4 days a week, 5pm to 11pm till you get your degree. Having weekends to do school work and spend time with your babies since you in class Monday through Thursday.

"Henderson, you stalking me?" Eddie shouts, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to him, seeing him smile, blowing smoke out of his mouth. God she looks beautiful he thinks, seeing your hair shine as the sun reflects off it. "I just couldn't get enough Munson." You smile, taking another drag as he approaches you, shaking his head. "What actually brings you here (Y/N)?" He asks curiously, leaning against your vehicle. Your eyes wonder at him in all of glory. Hell fire shirt and black pants, just looking unapologetically himself making you blush as your eyes meet his.

"Uh, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?" You ask shyly, scratching the back of your neck. The boy smirks, having just noticed you checking him out. Messing with you he comments, "Ahh, you were hoping you could hop aboard the shaggin' wagon huh? Look there's no shame-" You laugh pushing him lightly, "No, Munson that's not why I'm here." Both of you grinning as you shake your head, taking another drag. "Then why else would you be here, next to my van?" He jokes, placing a hand over his heart. His eyes shining as he smiles at you, happy with your presence.

"I was wondering if you and the boys could help me tomorrow morning to grab my things from the apartment? I-I- understand-" Eddie cut's you off placing a hand in front of you, "(Y/N) I was wondering when you were gonna ask." The boy had been waiting for you to pop the question the last two weeks. Actually it was something him and the boys already discussed not long after you had gone inside that night. He pulls his cigarette to his lips, "I'll talk to the boys, we'll be there for you." He speaks, exhaling as you watch his lips.

"Thank you so much Eddie," You sigh in relief taking one last drag of your cigarette. "It's no problem, really (Y/N)." He assures you, watching as you put your cigarette out on your vehicle before shoving it into your pocket. This little action causing his lips to pull up into a smile slightly, realizing there was so much more to you than he knew. You hated to litter, you knew it would end up in a landfill anyway but it made you feel better to know you weren't the reason the roads were littered with debris. Watching you do so sparked Eddie's interest in you more as he puts his cigarette out, tossing the butt into his pocket as well.

"You don't like littering either?" You question, smiling slightly. Eddie nods, knowing damn well he did it just because you did. "Yeah, we only have one Earth right?" He shrugs coolly. "Yeah we do," You nod, staring at the boy not really believing a guy like Eddie would care. He seemed to fidget under your gaze. "You've never done that before, haven't you?" You raise your eyebrow, as red glow comes across the rocker's cheeks. "Uh-yeah-no. No I haven't, but if I'm being honest I never thought about it till now." He admits, circling one of his many rings around his knuckle. You shake your head, bumping your shoulder with his as the bell in the school rings letting both of you know lunch was over.

"I should let you get back to class huh?" You sigh, turning back towards the boy. Both of you glace at the school, not ready for the conversation to be over. "Yeah, I should get going if I plan on actually graduating this year." Eddie agrees shyly, adjusting his jacket. Hoping you didn't view it as lame or weird that someone you guys age was still in high school. "No shame in it Munson, I'll see you later." You assure him opening your door.

"See you later Henderson," Eddie beams happy with your response, watching as you close your door. He waves you off, pulling another cigarette out not quite ready to head back to class. Inhaling he realizes he will probably never toss a cigarette on the ground again.

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[harlowhockeystick]

Hello! Could you please write something for Dougie Hamilton & labyrinth; "oh no, i'm falling in love again"?

meet me at midnight | contains: gn!reader

there was something about him. you couldn't pin point it, but he never left you with a queasy feeling. he always left you wanting more. he left you wanting more interactions, more hugs, more laughs, more smiles, more talks- more. it wasn't like anything you had before. he left you with this light and fluffy feeling in your stomach, like you had just gotten off a roller coaster and the adrenaline was starting to slow down.

there was something in him that was different. something good, fun, nice. something there that makes you want to be around him. there was never a time around dougie where you wanted to leave early, no, you wanted to stay around him as long as you could. as many seconds, minutes, hours with him you could soak in you would. it never got old, and you didn't want it to.

since day one that you met him there was a seed of interest planted in you and ever since it just kept growing and growing. he watered the seed with every word he spoke and look he gave you. everything that dougie hamilton did, you loved.

loved. that's the word, loved. everything he did, everything he talked about, texted about, posted about you loved and adored right alongside him. prior to dougie, you had never even listened to a single weezer song, but now it's on every single playlist of yours. you hadn't watched a single lord of the rings movie, but now you'd seen them all twice. it's safe to say that you were falling in love, and it was a terrifying realization.

dougie noticed. he noticed on game nights you didn't sit next to him like you always did like the last times before. he noticed you weren't texting him back right away, you weren't always responding to his stories, you weren't wishing him good luck on game days as consistently. he noticed that you were slowly slipping away, and he began to grow worried.

so dougie did what he's not afraid to do, and that as confront you about it. he showed up at your door at random, not letting you know beforehand. he knocks on your door until you answer, then walks in right past you once you finally open the door. he can tell that you had been having a hard day, and he hoped that his interrogation wouldn't make it even harder. but he went forth with his intentions anyway.

"why have you been avoiding me?"

you crossed your arms, folding your hands within your cardigan, looking up at him in confusion. he repeated himself and let out a huffing breath, standing in your living room with an expression you couldn't really understand.

"you've been avoiding me, it's obvious. you're not doing the things with me, with the group, lately and it's starting to worry me." dougie explained, "is everything okay? i meant it, are you like okay? do we need to talk about-"

"i'm in love with you dougie, that's the problem." you blurted out the words before you could drag them back in. they were out there. you had spoken them, they were out, and there was nothing that could undo it.

"wha-what do you mean?" he sat down on the edge of your coffee table and looked up at you. his face had softened; he made his body smaller and less intimidating to look at while you confessed your feelings. "why is it a problem?"

"c'mon dougie, you know what happened last time i fell in love with someone. it got handed back to me in the worst way and i...i'm terrified of that happening again." you looked down at the floor beneath you, slowly wrapping your arms around yourself and taking your time in speaking your words.

"i've been slowly falling for you, and while i tried to keep myself from it, it happened." dougie stood up and slowly took a few steps toward you. gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder and then when he felt you relax he took you into a warm embrace.

you were taking deep breaths as you rested your head against his chest. dougie felt comfortable enough to rest his head on top of yours, "you know i'm not like him." he mumbled. you took a sigh and felt a few tears slip out of your eyes. he could never be like him.

"i know, doug." he tightened his grip on you just a little bit before taking a brave step and kissing the top of your head. you took your arms and then wrapped them around his torso to complete the hug.

"i'm falling in love with you too."

those were the words that you needed to hear, to then confirm that there was something worth it about him.

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[suzyq31]

Found Update and Note

I updated Found with the last bit of writing I did on this story. I've also included a note that I'll copy at the bottom of this post. The image below is from one of the films that has inspired me (Aftersun, cannot recommend it enough, but be prepared to sob). So this story is now officerly on hiatus, and I have no plans to share publicly moving forward. If we are mutuals on here, please don't fret. I'll find a way to share with you when it's done ❤️

Hi,

I’ve been posting a note with my updates. If you’ve missed it, you can read it here. This update and this note are a little different.

Back in August a reader reached out to me on tumblr and shared some of what was being said about this story on discord. Since then I’ve done my best to ignore the queasy feeling whenever I update. Sharing your work can feel daunting, especially when you know that people are waiting to find plot holes, criticize your character's choices to the point of making fun of it etc. There’s no joy when you have that hanging over your head. I started this story solely for my own enjoyment, and to challenge myself, and I miss that.

I want to listen to my gut feeling—which is that I won’t finish this story unless I take it back for myself. And I really want to finish it. I’ve watched some amazing films recently with 11 year old protagonists, and it’s stirred up my desire to reconnect with this story. But in order to do this I have to pull back from sharing, which is why I have decided I won’t be continuing on Ao3. I didn't want to just leave a note, which is why I have included the first half of Chapter 18, the rest is still in draft form as I've lost all momentum and the negativity just made me doubt every choice/idea.

I’m aware that there are far more lovely readers than those who like to tear apart others' work in public spaces, which is why I wanted to take my time with this decision. Also it’s not about punishing anyone and I don’t want this to come across as being done in anger. There are more important causes to focus that energy on. Instead this is about being honest. Words shared in those spaces do impact writers, and from what I’ve been hearing from readers, it affects them too. I don’t have power over how people choose to show up and engage in this fandom. What I can control is my own actions and decisions. I’m working hard on trusting myself more, now and in the future. So I give myself grace if future me ever feels differently, I trust her. For now, this is what feels right.

For those readers I've connected with over the years, I hope that I’ll find a way to share this privately whenever it’s done, even if it’s missing some scenes and not as polished as I normally aim for. I have as much desire to start a discord group, as I do having my soul sucked out by a dementor, so I really haven’t come up with a solution on how to share this other than maybe through DMs at some point in the (likely far) future.

Alright, this is kind of a bummer of a post, and I’m sorry to let anyone down. But I’m no longer prioritizing other people’s feelings over my own needs. Something that is hard when you’ve been a lifelong people pleaser.

I hope this can leave on a more positive note. If you want fandom to feel like a kinder place, make it one! The smallest step but also the most meaningful is commenting on more stories. Especially if they don’t have many comments, or if it’s an author’s first story and you want to encourage them. I know it would probably make their day. I’ll link the Harmony Directory as there are so many great stories to choose from.

All the best, Suzy

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