#or made her feel bad in any way. luckily nothing had happened. anyway after that she publicly announced (in our whattsapp group)

[katnisspeetaprim]

Bully Part 2 (Final)

Bang Chan/Reader

Summary: In the end, everything will work out.

Warnings: established relationship, idol!au, hitting, bullying mention, almost panic attack, swearing, angst

Word Count: 2308 M.list

It had been a few days since Felix drove you home. You had to beg him to not call Chan then and there to unload on him, knowing it would only make things worse. Felix had stayed with you that night, not wanting to leave you alone in your current state. You hadn’t really felt in the mood to talk when you got home, just went right to bed. Felix had tried to get you to eat something, but you had no appetite unsurprisingly.

Luckily, you hadn’t needed to be in work for a few days after what had happened, you didn’t think you could face going in anyway. Unfortunately your few days off were coming to an end.

Chan had text you a few times over the past couple days, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look, not wanting to face more abuse.

Han and Changbin had shown up a day after the fight to collect some of Chan’s belongings, since he was staying at the dorm.

You could tell by their sombre expressions that they knew something more than a petty fight was going on between the two of you.

‘Noona, we’re al really worried you know?’ Han spoke up as h threw some clothes into a bag with little care.

‘He’s right.’ Changbin chimed in. ‘ When Felix came back he said you were really upset and that Chan was an asshole.’ You couldn’t help but smile a little at how Felix had defended you.

‘Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back to work in a few days anyway.’ You tried to brush the two men off, but they just cast each other a side glance.

‘Noona, have you and Chan broke up?’ Han asked hesitantly. ‘It’s just that he’s been saying...things.’ Han trailed off, not wanting to repeat what his leader had said. You tried to smile while blinking back tears, heartbroken that Chan was apparently bad mouthing you behind your back.

‘No we’re fine! Just need a few days apart is all.’ They boys weren’t convinced by your answer.

‘Does this have anything to do with the new girl, Jia?’ You looked over to Changbin in shock when he mentioned Jia, your palms suddenly becoming sweaty.

‘What did Felix tell you?’

‘Nothing, but it wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from the room that day.’ Changbin explained with furrowed brows. You looked away from them, suddenly feeling self conscious.

‘Look, I don’t want to go into it again. Ask Felix to explain and he’ll tell you what I told him.’ You suddenly felt exhausted and just wanted to go back to bed for the whole day. ‘I’ll text him and tell him it’s ok.’ You rubbed your tired eyes, now feeling a headache coming on.

Han and Changbin were a bit slow to leave after that knowing you were upset, but they couldn’t delay any longer.

You paused for a second before typing the next message, but the intrusive part of your brain had to know.

Even though it had only been a few days, it felt weird to be walking back into the JYP building. You walked with your head held high, wanting to exude as much confidence as possible.

As you walked into your small office, you didn’t notice when someone followed you into the small room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Spinning round, you came face to face with Jia. She was scowling at you in a way that made you hunch over in fear.

‘You think I didn’t know it was you Y/N!? As if I could forget my little bitch.’ She smirked as she made her way over to you. You were frozen to the spot, unable to move until Jia roughly shoved you backwards, causing the corner of your desk to jab painfully into your hip. That had definitely caused a bruise.

‘What the fuck did you say to the guys huh!?’ She was now directly in front of you, practically snarling in your face. All you could do was cower away and try to stay calm.

‘The only one not avoiding me is Chan, so what is it? You fucking all of them behind his back? I always knew you were a slut.’ You vigorously shook your head as the tears began to fall. You wanted to defend yourself, but couldn’t form the words.

‘Fucking answer me bitch!’ She suddenly struck you across the face, causing you to scream out and topple over. You were in a panic. You hadn’t expected her to attack you in the workplace... You had to get out of there.

Before you could even begin to crawl away, she snatched up a fistful of your hair.

‘You aren’t going anywhere until you fix this! Tell them all that you are a lying leech!’

‘Y/N? Are you in here?’ You suddenly felt a wave of hope pass through you when you heard Felix’ voice. Jia was too pre-occupied with you to even notice the door opening.

‘I bought- what the fuck!?’ Within a second he was next to and ripping Jia away from you, causing you to slump to the floor.

Jia’s eyes were like circles as she tried to think of an excuse.

‘I- s-she attacked me first!’ Felix rolled his eyes and scoffed as he kneeled down next to your shaking form.

‘Save it. Y/N already told me everything and all the boys know too.’ She was stood in shock for a seconds before the act returned. The puppy dog eyes and the sickly voice that made you sick to your stomach.

‘You believe me? Right Chan?’ You felt all the blood drain from your face at the mention of his name. Slowly, you looked away from Felix and to the door, where Chan did in fact stand. He had a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher. He looked like a mix of sadness, confusion and maybe even anger.

Jia ran over to Chan and placed her hands on his biceps. Before she could even talk, he pushed her away and causing her to almost stumble over.

‘You think I’m stupid?’ Chan snarled out, taking a menacing step forwards.

‘We saw you.’ Jia was frantic, knowing that she’d been caught.

‘No-no it’s-‘

‘Tell you what. Grab your shit and quit. Then maybe we’ll think about not calling the police.’

‘Chan! We can’t just let her get away with what she’s done to Y/N!’ Felix piped up from beside you, angry that she would seemingly get off scot free.

‘All I want is to never see her again.’ You wheezed out. You’d calmed down enough to talk but you were still shaken up. Felix gave you a pointed look, as if to say ‘you sure?’ You just nodded. Jia stood up straight and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

‘And what if I don’t quit?’

‘Then we tell everyone about the bullying and the assault. Your reputation will be ruined and you probably wouldn’t ever be considered for a position in this industry again.’ Felix spat out with a light smirk. He’d definitely thought this over. ‘ And let’s face it, our word against yours? Who do you think people will believe?’ Jia just stood there, speechless and pale. She had nothing to say anymore.

‘Well? You heard him.’ Chan stood to the side and gestured to the door. Jia took one last look round the office, before quickly making herself scarce.

Felix was pulling you up as soon as she was out of the room, and Chan took short strides over to you. He reached out to stroke your cheek.

‘Baby, I-‘ You smacked his hand away before he could touch you.

‘Don’t touch me!’ Chan just stared at you with his mouth hung open.

‘You think I’m gonna let you back in after how you treated me? Well news flash, it’s not gonna happen!’ It felt good to finally stand up for yourself after the past days. You just never thought it would be Chan that you were yelling at.

The room was thick with tension. Neither Chan or Felix wanted to speak. The former had wide eyes with a hint of sadness behind them. You scoffed.

‘Whatever. I have work to do.’ Chan tried to follow as you left the room, only to be held back by a disgruntled Felix.

Chan had left you alone for the rest of the day at work. Probably less to do with his own self control and more to do with the 7 other boys keeping him grounded.

It had been a long day and you just wanted to go home. As you were packing up for the day, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

‘You have to be kidding me..’ You bought your hand up and tentatively touched the cheek that Jia had slapped and winced slightly. It was already starting to bruise and by tomorrow you knew you would most likely have a nice purple cheek. Even now that she was gone, she had still managed to leave you with a parting gift.

You stumbled over your feet as you stepped through the front door, cursing your heels as the day continued to get worse.

‘Y/N?’ You closed your eyes and sighed at the sound of the familiar voice. You weren’t in the mood to deal with this right now.

‘I’ve been waiting for you...’ You pushed past him when he met you in the hallway. Chan was perplexed when you ignored him. He knew he’d hurt you, but he wanted to make things right.

He followed you into the kitchen, where he watched you make yourself something to eat.

‘Please Y/N, I just want to talk.’ He pleaded, though still keeping his distance. He didn’t mention it, but he could see the bruise forming on your face and it only made him feel worse. It shouldn’t have gotten to this point. If he hadn’t been so blind then he would have been able to stop her from attacking you.

‘What is there to talk about Chan? You have been awful these past few days.’ You spat out, not even turning to face him as you roughly sliced the sandwich. Chan bit his lip as his eyebrows knitted together. In hindsight, he knew the way he had acted was incredibly childish and selfish. Jia really had managed to get him wrapped around her finger.

There manager had approached him earlier to enquire about Jia’s sudden resignation, since if anybody would know it would be him. Chan however didn’t disclose any information, just like you wanted. So he and the boys all played dumb even if they didn’t like the plan.

‘I think you should leave.’ You mumbled, brushing past him. Chan was fast to grab your wrist as you passed. You stopped and whipped round to glare at him.

‘Please. I know I don’t deserve your time right now, but I need to make it up to you!’ he pleaded with you, his voice getting progressively higher as he got more upset. When you said nothing, he kneeled on the ground, still holding your wrist, now in both his hands.

‘Please... I’m so sorry. I know sorry isn’t enough, but I’ll do anything. You name it and I’ll do it!’ He begged, having to choke back a sob as he did so.

You swallowed and blinked back your own tears that threatened to fall. You refused to cry over this anymore. You gently pulled yourself free from his grasp.

‘Get up Chan.’ He shot up and watched you sit down, though he wasn’t sure if you wanted him to follow or not.

‘Let’s go. If you want to talk then do it.’ He quickly nodded and sat on the opposite end of the sofa to you, still respecting your boundaries.

You tossed your plate onto the coffee table, unsurprisingly loosing your appetite.

‘You really hurt me.’ You spoke first, glum look on your face. Chan nodded and hung his head low, ashamed of himself. ‘I think I need some time apart from you. To think about all this.’ He slowly looked up to you, looking completely defeated.

‘I-I understand...’ Chan wiped his eyes, not having the energy to hide his tears. He wanted to argue with you, plead his case, but he knew that he had lost that right in this moment. As you looked over the man in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. He definitely didn’t deserve your pity right now after what he’d done... But you love him and turning away was something you couldn’t easily do.

‘We aren’t breaking up. I just need time.’ You whispered, sending only a little comfort his way. He nodded and forced a tearful smile.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too Chan.’ His heart sped up when he heard you say it back. You glanced at the time.

‘You should go back to the dorms before it get’s too late.’ You pushed lightly, hoping he would get the hint. ‘Are you gonna be ok to drive?’ You asked, worried when he stood up on shaky legs.

‘I’ll be fine.’ He trailed off, but made no move to leave. You swayed awkwardly.

‘Can... Can I hug you? Before I go?’ He asked cautiously, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You hesitated for a moment, before nodding softly.

Chan needed no more encouragement to step forwards and engulf you in his strong arms.

You circled your own arms around him to place your hands on his back, leaning your head on his firm chest.

You closed your eyes and tried to relax, just for the moment, taking in his scent. It might take you a little time...

But you would be alright.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #drabble #smut #fluff #angst #bang chan #changbin #lee know #jeongin #seungmin #han jisung #lee felix #yang jeongin #idol!au

[linphd]

They develop a crush on you | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> They didn’t plan on falling for some 1A student. Had to borrow a bit of my oc’s quirk for Shishida.

-> Shihai Kuroiri, Jurota Shishida, Juzo Honenuki.

Shihai Kuroiri

He had seen you before, and he had just noticed that you were good-looking… but many people in this school were, after all. So, it came as a surprise to him when he realized you had a bubbly personality during the Joint Training.

« Hey, Shihai, right ?! » you said, as both teams were walking towards the right spot. « Yeah, what ? » he asked, arching an eyebrow. « I heard your quirk kinda is like Tokoyami’s, that’s cool ! Mine isn’t that impressive. » you started. He scoffed, but seemed to be smiling a bit. « Yeah, I bet mine’s way better. »

That said, he understood why you had been recommended during the training. Nice quirk, rather clever despite how bubbly you seemed to be, and actually really nice and not judgemental for someone in 1A. Guess he only had an image of early Shoto or Bakugou in mind ?

As you seemed interesting to him, he walked to you after your fight was over. « So. I noticed you gasping when I arose from the shadows. » he stated, a bit grinning. You started giggling. Like a lot. « How Aoyama screamed ! It was so funny ! Your quirk is so practical ! » and you just couldn’t stop laughing at this point.

That’s when he realize he stared at you. And Kinoko got on his mind. He had a crush on her, right ? But couldn’t he have a crush in the other class ? Wasn’t it why high school was made for ? Have some silly little crushes ? Anyways, he was now eager to see more of 1A, if it meant he could see you.

Jurota Shishida

You never really noticed Shishida before. Seemed to have been invisible during the Sports Festival, and because of how extravagant Monoma is, you never really noticed anyone else in 1B whenever they were around.

That’s why you didn’t really expect him to shine that much during the Joint Training. His quirk was cool and purely physical strength, but his beast capacities were really impressive. Though you wouldn’t say it out loud.

On the other hand, he had noticed you. One of 1A’s big personalities. Sure, you weren’t like Bakugou, but your confidence was really overshadowing some of your classmates’. And you were good-looking. With a nice quirk. And you ended up 3rd at the sports festival.

It’s after his fight that you went to him, eager to learn more about his quirk. « Hey, Shishida ! If you can smell where everyone is, how can you do it if my tentacles go everywhere, hm ? » He started to think but you weren’t done. « Cause you thought there were three Tsuyus, right ? »

You continued. « I could beat you if we fought. » He looked at you. « Well… I’m twice your size. » you snorted. « Well, I might be twice your strength. » he smiled at your answer as you walked away, getting ready for your own fight. God, did his classmates make fun of this interaction during the whole week !

Juzo Honenuki

To him, it was very early. You were at the recommended students exam, just like him. There wasn’t any 1A and 1B back then, and that sort of rivality that seemed to have emerged as soon as the Sports Festival happened.

He liked your quirk, and then you had been nice to him, and then you had even asked about his own quirk. « Oh, so it has nothing to do with the skeleton face ? » you had asked, feeling a bit bad because he seemed to have been embarrassed after that. « No, not at all ! »

Sure, Juzo was insecure. Why did his face have nothing to do with his quirk ? But with you, it was different. It was purely a question, you didn’t have any resentment towards him and he had noticed how it embarrassed you when he became awkward about it.

No one knew about his crush on you since you guys never really talked and since 1A and 1B didn’t have any class together. So, he stressed a bit hearing about the Joint Training. But luckily, you weren’t against him.

You did walk to him after his fight, actually. « Juzo ! You got way stronger ! » you admitted. He smiled, happy to have kept his helmet on. « Thank you, you too ! I’m glad I didn’t have to fight you, to be honest. » Monoma heard that. All of 1B heard about it after it. Now everyone knew because of how awkward he had sound in only one sentence.

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #headcanons #shihai kuroiro #kuroiro shihai #shihai x reader #kuroiro x reader #shihai kuroiro x reader #kuroiro shihai x reader #juzo honenuki #honenuki juzo #juzo x reader #juzo honenuki x reader #honenuki juzo x reader #jurota shishida #shishida jurota #shishida x reader #jurota x reader #shishida jurota x reader #jurota shishida x reader #1B headcanons #1B x reader

[otakubimbo]

DOUBLE DATE

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Profanity, Established Relationship, Not a single OUNCE of fluff DID NOT PROOFREAD & may have been a bit tipsy

summary: Nanami invites you and your bf Gojo out on a double date to meet his girlfriend. Everything should go fine, right?

Day 1: Exhibitionism

GOJO NSFW WEEK 2K23

A/N: this is mild&late but i couldn't get into my account on my computer yesterday :/ but it was uploaded to ao3 yesterday so techinically im still on time

There was no way that Nanami or his date couldn’t tell that Gojo was finger fucking you under the table. You knew it was going to be a bad idea to go on this double date, an even worse idea when your lovely boyfriend Gojo set out a dress for you to wear for the night. A dress that left little to nothing to the imagination. The dress fit like it was made for you and knowing Gojo it probably was. Your measurements had been burned into his brain from his own hands on your body.

So now here you were, in a dress that barley passed your cunt getting finger fucked in a restraunt. This wasn’t the first time he’s pulled this shit either, but he is impressed by your current restraint. If he couldn’t feel for himself how your tight cunt was pulsating around his fingers, he wouldn’t have even known you were about to cum. Your face and body language were cool, calm, and collected but internally you were screaming. Screams of definite pleasure.

“So, how long have you all known each other?” The, from what you can tell so far, lovely woman Nanami wanted you to meet asked. You couldn’t really remember much about anything she’s said though because immediately when y’all sat down Gojos hand went straight up your dress.

You were doing your damn hardest thought to focus on her words and not sweat out your edges. It took forever for you to slick down your edges into this cute low puff you had going on. You were not going to let Satoru and his fingers ruin it, at least not yet.

“In high school” Your reply was cut short by a quick pinch that was placed on your clit, which you cry to cough your way through. You chug the rest of your wine pretending to clear your throat. A low chuckle comes from Gojo, and you step on his foot. “Sorry, I had a bit of a tickle in my throat. If you’ll excuse me right quick.” You politely excused yourself, knowing that you’re definitely leaving a trail of arousal behind you, but you couldn’t take it any longer.

When you’re finally in the bathroom, you can let yourself go for a second.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck” your breathes came out ragged.

Your panties were soaked, and you were leaking everywhere. Luckily, you had wipes in your purse. Always prepared. You calm your core down with some steady breathing and the lack of stimulation. After you’ve cleaned yourself, you get ready to leave but the door swings back towards you. Blocking your entrance is the villain himself, Satoru. He looks between your legs and sees that they are dry and pouts.

“Why would you clean up your mess when that’s my job” He stalks towards you, grabbing you by the back of your legs sitting you on the sink. There was not ever point of resisting him.

“Satoru” You plead knowing what’s going to happen next. “Nanami and his date are waiting. I’m sure.”

He moves himself to settle right between your legs, mouth licking your ear.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. You’ve almost gotten me there anyways.” He presses his bulge right against your core. You wanted him, badly.

“What if someone comes in” You gasp as his mouth makes his way along your neck.

“They won’t. Infinity up.” He says into your shoulder as he nips and sucks.

“Fuck. Fine” You relent. Before you can register his pants are dropped and he’s preparing to enter you.

“Just make sure you cum” He smirks at you before thrusting in, which brings an unholy sound from you.

“Fuck ‘Toru” you grasp at his back as he pounds roughly into you. His tip kisses your most sensitive parts.

“You knew I picked that dress out for a reason.” He grunts inside of you. “And you wore it knowing I was going to fuck you in this restaurant.”

You can’t help but clench around him because of course he was right. You moan his name loudly; he was hitting all the right spots. The build up in your core was about to explode but you knew he wasn’t even close, and you wanted him to cum with you.

“You really are the honored one, baby. The way you’re going to make me cum” You moan into his ear and the noise he makes in response is feral. He runts into you faster and harder, spurred on by your praise.

“Fuck, yeah, I am. And I alone will fill you up.” His hand is at your throat as he says this, pained expression on his face which you know means he’s going to cum. That makes you cum almost as his words finish. Your back arches and your cunt suck him in even more than what should be possible. The erotic noises coming from your mouth, doubled with the way your cunt was milking him had him spilling into you soon after your own release.

You’re both breathing entirely too hard as he slowly slides out of you. His dick still connected to you as he exists by your combined juices.

“And now we can go finish dinner.” He smirks at you as he puts his wet dick back into his pants. Leaving you with just a kiss on the forehead, still on the sink exiting the bathroom. You go about cleaning yourself up, again, as you prepare to go back to the table. Fixing yourself up in the mirror before you leave but as you go to open the door again another disturbance, Nanamis date. The expression she held made you think she may have heard you and Gojos encounter.

“Oh uhm, my bad excuse me” You blush trying to move out of her way.

“Actually, I was coming to make sure you were okay because Gojo took so long to come back with” She said avoiding eye contact with you. That bastard.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just heading back now.” You knew even with your darker complexion there was no way you weren’t red. You move past her to exit the bathroom.

“I can just hope Nanami is only half as good.” She whispered behind you, which just made you squeeze your eyes closed in embarrassment. Because yes, his infinity was up but that didn’t make it soundproof.

“But don’t worry, I won’t tell. Your secret rendezvous is safe with me. “ She nudges you in a friendly manner.

“Thanks” is all you could get out because what a first impression on your double date.

#gojonsfwweek2023 #smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #female reader #drabble #fem reader

[cowboy-like-mee]

i wish i could change

summary: depressed! reader and boyfriend! harry

warnings: depression, mentions of wanting to d word

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hello. i am ending my year and a half long hiatus. i am writing this in the midst of a depressive episode, so it is based off real life me rn! it was kinda therapeutic tbh. i feel a lot better after getting this out.  i listened moon song by phoebe bridgers, my tears ricochet by taylor swift, and a different age by current joys on repeat while writing this. have fun!

p.s. i kind hate this :/ i feel like the end is rushed but whatev. i hope you enjoy. i feel like i might want to write more about this couple. i have many ideas also! if you have any requests let me know! or i can post what my ideas are and yall can tell me what you want first!

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Sitting in the filth of your room never made it any better. But you just couldn’t help it. There were empty bags of chips and dirty clothes everywhere. The floors need vacuuming. The bed hasn't been made in weeks- the fitted sheet isn't even on the bed anymore. You've just been lying on the bare mattress with a blanket covering you that doesn't even reach your feet. The smell of old food and dirty laundry stings your nose every time you breathe in a little too deeply. You needed a shower. There were clumps of your hair sitting next to a pair of scissors on your desk from where you had decided it was a good idea to chop a few inches off at 3 am yesterday. 

You're pretty sure you hadn't been to a single class in at least a month. You were failing only two at the moment, luckily. Last semester it was three. Emails and text messages were piling up in your inboxes. There was no point in setting alarms anymore. You knew you weren't going to wake up anyway. 

You really just missed your mom. You missed her encouraging words and her hugs. Her hugs. Any of your problems were made to be nothing with just one of her hugs. You know she would be beyond disappointed to see the state of your life right now. 

Nothing even happened to make you feel this way. It's just a part of that never-ending cycle of depression that seems to hinder everything you try to do. There are no words to describe what happens in your head when you get like this. No therapist or medication could ever stop this feeling. It's like the weight of the world sits on your chest. You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't move. You can't even provide yourself with the basic necessities one needs to survive. 

You try to tell yourself to get out of this funk, but nothing will help. Nothing has ever helped. 

Well...maybe one thing has.

Harry.

Your boyfriend on two years. The man who has helped you out of funk numerous amounts of times throughout the last couple of years. Of course, you don't always feel like this. It comes and goes. It seems nowadays it mostly comes. It never seems to go. But when it has come, Harry has been there for you. He has fed you and showered you and loved you and kissed you and never ever judged you. 

You feel like a burden. 

No matter how many times he tells you he does it because he loves you. He hates seeing you like that. He wishes he could take all of your pain away. You mean everything to him. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

You don't know why. What kind of man wants a girl who goes four days without showering at times. Or a girl who wakes up at 3 pm because at night her thoughts wander so far she has to hit herself in the head to stop them. A girl who can't just...be normal. 

Either way, you know one thing is for certain. You love Harry. You really do. You probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. He has changed your life. There have been more good moments with him than bad. He kisses you just to kiss you. He watches your favorite movie with you weekly (even though you know he despises it.) He goes out to brunch with your parents because he loves talking to the people who created you. He buys you flowers every time he goes to the market just because he loves to see you smile every time he gives them to you. 

He really was made for you. Nevertheless, you felt like you didn't deserve him. 

You wish you could change. You wish you could change for him. You wish it was easier to be alive. You wish you didn't want to die. For him. Not for yourself. You wish you could be the perfect girlfriend. The girlfriend he deserved, not one that rots away in her room.

Harry walks in. You hear the door to your apartment creak open and gently shut. Footsteps lead into the kitchen, probably putting down the food you know he probably bought for you. You sit up and try to put on your most neutral face. You sniff your armpits and wince a little. It's only been since yesterday morning you showered, but a little deodorant wouldn't hurt. Your door opens letting in light, making your eyes squint and your hand instinctively come up to block it. 

"Y/N?" Harry says. You smile for the first time since you saw him last a few days ago. "Hey, baby." He gives you the softest, pure smile you've ever seen in your whole life. He tilts his head at you with a concerned look on his face. 

"Hi." You croak out, using your voice for the first time in a while. He walks up to your bed and pulls the blanket down to lie with you. You scoot over to make room for him. He climbs in and immediately wraps his hands around you. His face buries into your neck and plants soft kisses along your throat. Your hand goes into his hair and softly brushes through his soft curls. 

He hums. "Mmm, I love you." He kisses you again right on your jawline. "I've missed you, baby. How has my girl been?" Your throat tightens. You're regretting not answering his texts. He's probably been worried. 

You smile sadly. "I love you more, angel. I-" You pause to think of an adequate answer to your disappearance the past few days. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't answered your texts. I've just been...not feeling well. I've missed you too. So much." Your eyes are welling with tears, but your room is dark so maybe he won't notice. 

He pulls back a little to look at your face. His heart breaks. His girl has been feeling bad and he hasn't been here for her. "Oh, honey. It's okay. You know I just want to make sure you're okay." He kisses you sweetly. Your heart swells. He really is perfect. "I brought you dinner. I hope you haven't eaten." He smiles at you.

You laugh wetly. " Eating hasn't really been my number one priority today." 

He frowns, "Y/N, you have to eat, love. It's important to take care of your body." He sits up and grabs your hand. "Come one. Let's go eat and watch Silver Linings Playbook." He pulls you up from your nest. He wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a hug. Your head rests on his chest and you just breathe in. 

You reach up and kiss him. You will never understand how this man can be so selfless. He really has changed your life. You will love him at your highs, and you will love him at your lows.

#harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfic #boyfriend!harry

[alienguts]

Burn (Ash Williams x f!Reader)

Summary: Ash tries to make dinner for Y/N. Extra emphasis on tries.

Warnings: none

Request?: No

A/N: This one's a little short but that's okay.

Leaving Ash alone in the kitchen was a disaster waiting to happen, and Y/N found that out the hard way. Having her entire apartment building evacuated because he’d managed to set the fire alarm off with a couple of slices of bacon was enough to ban him from using anything other than the microwave for life. He was just trying to help and take some of her workload off her, but she would rather have edible food that didn’t make the fire alarm blare.

After that incident, it was decided that Y/N would take care of the cooking and Ash would do the dishes afterwards. Ash didn’t always follow that and it just so happened that on a rare occasion that he was off work while Y/N was out, he would try to surprise her with a meal he cooked himself. Or at least tried to cook.

Luckily, Y/N had gotten home before the smoke detector woke up, but to an apartment full of steam and the distinctive smell of burnt beef. She sighed as she took her coat off and hung it up before making her way to the kitchen. Ash was standing at the stove, trying to fry two steaks in a pan that was too small, completely oblivious to the disaster waiting to happen.

“Hey, baby,” he said to Y/N as she grabbed a towel and stretched up to waft it against the smoke detector. “I made dinner.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Y/N said and reached around Ash to turn the burner off. Steam billowed off the pan and she was glad to see that Ash was holding it with his right hand, saving her from doing any first aid. “I don’t think we can eat it, though.”

“Why not?” Ash asked, moving away from the stove and letting her take the pan from him. “You like your steak well done, right?”

“Well done and charred are not the same thing, honey.” Y/N set the pan aside and turned around to face Ash. “Ash, what did I tell you about cooking?”

“Hey, I’m not as bad a cook as you think I am,” Ash said, his voice taking on a slightly defensive tone. “I want to get better at it, and I can’t do that if you won’t let me.”

Y/N sighed and reached up to take Ash’s face in her hands, her skin still warm from moving the pan. 

“I know you want to help and learn but you could at least let me teach you,” she said gently. “And not almost start a fire in the kitchen while I’m out.”

Ash let his face lean into her touch before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her. “I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he said. “You always work so hard.”

“You don’t need to do anything nice for me, just not destroying my kitchen or getting me evicted is enough,” Y/N said as Ash rested his head on her shoulder. “What’s the occasion, anyway? There’s been nothing going on recently.”

“Well, I did forget Valentine’s Day.”

“Ash, that was a month ago, I don’t care about that anymore.”

“I still wanted to do something special,” Ash said, his voice muffled by Y/N’s shoulder. “They told me those were the best steaks in the store, I got a huge discount on them.”

“We could always order in,” Y/N suggested as she nudged his head off of her. “I got paid so we can afford it.”

“No, I’ll pay,” he said firmly. “If we’re gonna make this to be like a date, I should pay. I’m the man, after all.”

“But you spent the last of your paycheck on those steaks, Mr Man,” Y/N teased. She giggled when Ash visibly deflated, remembering that he was, in fact now, broke.

“Damn, guess you will have to pay then,” he said as he let Y/N guide him over to the sofa so they could sit down together.

“Don’t worry, honey, your manly ego will recover,” Y/N said and cuddled up to him. “And I’ll help you the next time you want to cook something, you don’t need to do it yourself.”

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re waiting on me, that’s all.”

“I understand completely, but I would need a functioning kitchen in order to do that.”

“So you’re not mad that I burned dinner?” Ash asked sheepishly.

Y/N tipped her head up and leaned in to softly kiss him. He returned her kiss, feeling her warm face against his, their noses brushing against one another as he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She broke away for air briefly before letting him kiss her again and again as he stroked her back and she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I’ll take that as you not being mad,” he mumbled against her mouth before she fully pulled away from him, still seated on his lap.

“Of course not,” Y/N said and stroked his cheek with her fingers. “I could never be mad at you for wanting to help, you know that.”

Ash smiled warmly at her before leaving one last kiss on her lips.

“So, what’re we gonna eat tonight? Lady’s choice.”

#ash williams x reader #ash williams x you #ash williams imagine #evil dead x reader #evil dead x you #evil dead imagine #horror x reader #horror x you #x reader #x you #reader insert #female reader #*my writing

[beeindaclouds]

Attending Hogwarts w/ the DSMP: Year 5

Includes: Georgenotfound, Badboyhalo & Skeppy, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Foolish

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Hogwarts Series || Previous Part

*Disclaimer: some characters appear in some years and some don't. Also, I made some changes to Eret's original story

There will be a part 2 for Year 5, which will talk more about everyone's Patronus

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

"Before we start our usual first year sortings, we would like to welcome our recently transferred students" McGonagall stated, her hand pointing towards the two males standing tall over the first years

"From Beauxbatons, please come up, Mr. George-"

You cancelled out every noise after you heard that name, staring at your former Yule Ball date as he sat down on the stool

His eyes scanned the hall, past the frantically waving Dream, Sapnap, Quackity and Karl, and only stopping once he saw you

He smiled widely, his eyes twinkling with happiness, while the sorting hat kept on talking

A loud 'Ravenclaw' awoke him from his trance and he got up to join Quackity at his table

Once he was sat, his eyes quickly went back on you

He mouthed a 'hi', to which you reciprocated with a shy smile

You thought that a chance was given to you. One that you wouldn't let slip by easily

So, you spent another year with the cat animagus

George, even if he knew his way around the castle because of all the exploring you did the year prior, seemed to have forgotten where all the classes were

Which caused you two to walk to class togheter everyday; luckily you both had the same classes

After a month he couldn't keep up the lie, but you two kept on walking to class togheter anyway

Half way through the school year, everybody thought that you were dating

You'd admit that you really did look like a couple, but nothing was official

Yes, you walked to class togheter, had study and hogsmade dates, cuddled up at the astronomy tower and in the forest, even shared a few kisses here and there

And yet you weren't "officially" togheter, because you liked it that way

There was no rush

You both would rather keep the relationship as it is now, everything feeling like a dream come true

❝ Badboyhalo & Skeppy ❞

This year was mainly a blur for you three

You and Bad started spending much more time togheter since the Yule Ball

And Skeppy was mainly gone with the Weasley twins or in detention because of a certain pink toad (Umbridge)

Bad and you had tried to communicate with Skeppy, but he always seemed to go out of his way to not talk to you two

At first you thought it was because of the change in you guys relationship, but he was the one who planned most of it

One thing that caught your eye one day was how Skeppy would always hold onto his long sleeves, like he was hiding something

So, after talking to Bad, you decided to confront Skeppy

After a DA meeting, you two stopped the boy before he could get in his dorm

"We need to talk" Bad mumbled, stepping in front of Skeppy to not let him escape; you did the same behind him

"Can we do it tomorrow? I'm like death hah" he tried to pass through, but Bad held onto his wrist making him hiss

You ran to them and uncovered Skeppy's arm, a phrase scarred into his wrist

'I must learn to be mature'

You and Bad looked at Skeppy "What happened?" You asked worried, Skeppy sighed

"Umbridge. She has this quill that basically scars what your writing into your skin...I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to ruin your year. You two seemed so happy" he mumbled quietly

You all group hugged, promising to never keep things hidden away from one another ever again

It didn't matter what relationship you guys were in, your friendship was way more important then any of that

After a good talk, and a few trips to Hogsmeade, you three were back to normal

Skeppy had also confided his plans to leave with the twins and work at their shop, to which you and Bad were exited about

Seeing Umbridge get was she deserved after the firework dragon chased her out, causing all of her stupid rules to be pushed down and get destroyed, was satisfying to say the least

And even if waving bye to your best friend, as he flew away from the castle with the ginger twins, was hard, you and Bad had eachother for comfort

But, at the end of the day, it wasn't a goodbye; just a see you later

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

[Reader doesn't appear in this, but it is to give more explanation for what's gonna happen in year 6]

The boggart that Wilbur had seen last year tormented him every night

The sight of the lifeless bodies of his own family sent shiver down his spine and made him sick to his stomach

He knew it wasn't true, but he couldn't get the image out of his mind

Kind of like someone was repeating the images over and over again in his mind

*wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Unfortunately the nightmares weren't gonna end there

Because one harmless Hogsmade trip had turned into a meeting with a death eater

Specifically, Lucius Malfoy

The man warned Wilbur about the future of the wizarding world

Wilbur wouldn't have cared much about anything a wizard like him would say

But when Tommy's name slipped out of his mouth, he couldn't help but give him all the attention

"You little brother...Tommy, was it?" He said, his eyes sparking with interest as Wilbur gave him his ful attention

"He's very close to Potter...it would be a shame if something were to happened to him-" "Leave him out of this!" Wilbur interupted, pointing his wand at Malfoy's throat

The blonde could only laugh "Let's make a deal then. As requested by our Lord...you help us get closer to Harry Potter and we keep you anf your family put of the war"

Wilbur could have asked for help

Wilbur should have asked for help

But the only thoughts running through his mind were about his family and keeping them safe.

And as he thought back to his nightmares, he shook Malfoys hand

He could only look disgustingly at the tattoo placed on his forearm

No matter how much he covered it up or tried to ignored it, he knew it was there

But this is what he had to do....to protect his family

❝ Technoblade ❞

Your summer was mostly spent fantasizing over the pink haired man

I mean, how could you not?

He had left you with a smile and a fluttering heart

Knowing that you would most likely never see him again made you sad, but you hung onto your false hope as much as you could

Well, the hope wasn't so false anymore, because here he was at Hogwarts

He graduated at the end of the Tournament and was hired by his father, Professor Phil, as an apprentice

So, every quidditch practice, you got to see him

You could confidently say that you were a good chaser for you team, having practiced the sport since a young age

But now that a pair of blood red lingering eyes followed your every move, you weren't that confident

The amout of times you ran into one of the quidditch stands couldn't be counted on both of your hands

Which led you to be taken care of by the one that was distracting you in the first place

Not that you were complaining tho

He was always so gentle and caring whenever he took care of you, and every time you wished that the time would just stop so you could keep on being close to him

What you didn't know is that Techno wished the same

He spent his entire life worrying about quidditch and school, that he barely knows how to properly socialize

Especially with someone he liked

Yeah, he likes you and has for a while

But his awkwardness and internal voice talked him into not making a move, too worried about scaring you off

So he just looked at you from the side

The way the wind blew your hair, the way you smiled everytime you scored, the swiftness of your movements. He watched and loved them all

He couldn't help but fall more and more with you. A person so different yet similar...

The entire team, and his own dad, had by now caught on to what was happening

The lingering glances and subtle blushes gave everything away pretty easily

The only ones who were oblivious to this were you two

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

Your friends elbowed you in the arm as Foolish walked up to the sorting hat

Unfortunately, even after Foolish' departure, the rumors kept on going

So, now that he was here permanently, you would never hear the end of it

On one side you didn't mind being his "fake partner"

He was pretty chill, very kind and hilarious. He had the looks and the attitude of a perfect boyfriend

But, you had spent your whole summer trying to get him out of your head so you could move on from this silly crush

Only to be met with him again

You did everything you could to ignore him

Keeping up the lie that you were dating someone you have feelings for wasn't really what you wanted to do this year

You thought you were doing him a favor by not telling him the truth

But that didn't really go how you planned

The once cheerful boy had turned into a very melancholic one

His eyes were always focused on you, no matter where you were or what you were doing

He had completely stopped hanging out with friends and, at one point, even showing up in the classes you had in common

The fact that you had somehow caused this made you feel guilty

And after a week of this, and some his friends coming up to you for help, you were finally ready to confront him

Finding him wasn't easy, he mostly spent his time in his room, but Punz managed to trick him into meeting at the black lake

He was surprised to see you there instead of his friend, him stopping a few steps from you

"I thought this day would never come" he muttered, a bit bitterly, which made you nervous to even talk

But, you had caused this so it's the least you could do "Let me explain...please"

He sat down away from you, but listened to what you had to say

You told him everything that had happened, and that you had felt, since he transferred here

In return, he told you everything that he went through while you kept on acting like he didn't exist

After the long talk, you both burst into tears and hugged eachother for dear life

You never realized how much you missed him until you had seen him walk towards you

It was silly, falling for someone in a year and pretending to ignore their existence the next

It was also pretty stupid

Things would have probably gone so much easier if you two had just talked things through

But now here you were, with the boy you were avoiding, crying in his arms like a crybaby

You spent the whole day talking about your feelings and planning your next move

For now things had to go slow, no matter what you obviously felt for eachother

But it didn't matter how much time that would take, because you were just happy to have back the energetic Foolish

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #georgenotfound x reader #badboyhalo x reader #technoblade x reader #foolishxreader #dsmp hogwarts au #beescenarios

[ourvanishingghosts]

Could I possibly get some gordie content. I'll take any fluff you can come up with ♡

Okay sure. I also couldn’t find the gif that I previously used for Gordie and I couldn’t find any gifs of him on the gif keyboard that’s on my phone. Which makes me sad because just look at his fashion. Such an icon! Anyways, I made the reader gender neutral and from Paldea. The Pokémon team I came up with for this one consists of Dachsbun, Houndstone, Shiny Mabosstiff, Farigiraf, Annihilape, and Skeledirge. I had a hard time picking one of the new starters. They’re all cute. And the reader is above the age of 20.

True Loves Gym Leader

Gordie never believed in true love because of how much time he spent working as a Gym Leader and spending some of that with his mother Melony. He wasn’t the type of guy to settle down with someone unless he had to.

That was until a new challenger passed his gym test. They used Pokémon that he has never seen before. They didn’t beat him. The challenger and himself met in the middle of the battlefield and shook hands.

“I hope that you come back to challenge me again sometime.”

He say’s trying to sound cool and confident. Alas, the challenger chortled at his attempt.

“I would love nothing more than to face off against the suave rock gym leader.”

They retaliated and they exited the building to go heal their team. Gordie was left standing in the battlefield stunned and feeling his face reddening. Luckily that was his last battle of the day and so he went to the one person who he talk to about his situation. Melony.

He was sitting on the couch in his mothers house trying to the best of his capabilities to describe what had happened.

“They made me feel like there were Butterfrees in my gut after they said that and left. Like I don’t know what to do because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Melony just chuckled at her son

“You’re in love, Sweetheart. And that’s not a bad thing either. If you’re happy then I’m happy.”

He looks at his mother and smiles

“Thanks mom. You’re the best.”

~Flash forward to about a year after you finally beat Gordie~

You and Gordie were wandering around Circhester. Gordie was asking questions about your team and your hometown.

“Well, Dachsbun has always been the gentle boy of the group. Houndstone is the one who everyone goes to since she’s always relaxing. Mabosstiff on the other hand is always on the lookout. She wants to protect everyone from danger. You better watch out for Farigiraf or he will try and take your food. Especially if it’s one of his favorites. Annihilape and Skeledirge are inseparable from each other since most are either scared or unnerved by how intense they look. But I love all of them equally.”

He smiles while he listens intently to what you’re saying. Not realizing he’s basically staring at you.

“Gordie, are you alright? You’ve been staring at me for three minutes now.”

He shakes his head

“Oh yeah I’m fine. Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.”

“Haha. Very funny. But can I though?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Will you be my partner? Like romantically?”

Both of your faces are now as red as your Skeledirge. Then you smile so big that your face might hurt later.

“I’d love too. I’ve actually had a crush on you since the first day we met.”

“Really? I had a crush on you since then too.”

You two share your first kiss and then head back to his place. After a month of dating, he introduces you to Melony and she thinks you are amazing. She loves you and Gordie together. She will spoil your Pokémon every time she watches them while you two are out.

#Pokémon Gordie #pokemon gordie #pokemon fluff #gordie x reader #Pokémon gordie x reader #pokemon gordie x reader #gordie fluff #gordie x reader fluff #gordie pokemon #Pokémon fluff

[moonlit-validation]

Hi! I saw your amazing drawings of your spiderverse sona Webweaver and was wondering if you could tell me more about her because she looks awesome!

Thank you so much!!! Of course i will tell you more about her.

So first of all, in her universe New York and Seattle basically switch! She was born around the Washington-Montana border, and moved to Seattle entirely with her parents total permission at 17!

Got an apartment, and lived there for a few months before she got the whole spiderman thing.

She was relaxing, saw the radioactive spider, and picked it up to put it outside. Just casually carrying a pretty spider in the elevator. Well, when she got outside it bit her and she flung it off, it landed somewhere in the alley. She didn't look for it.

Anyway, she started feeling bad, and fell asleep on her couch. When she woke up, she went to open her fridge, but when she tried to open it she actually just ripped the door off. Then she was stuck to it, and couldn't get it off of her hand for hours. It was a mess, and thats how she found out the spider thing.

She generates her webs naturally, not needing any web shooters!

At the point of joining the Spider-society, she only went through one of her canon events. Her best friend went out, and she had a worried feeling about that night so she followed him as Webweaver. Little did she know, she was being followed and had accidentally led danger to them. She wasn't able to save them in time, and she entirely blamed herself for their fate. She took the time to reach out to her family and talk to them as much as she could without revealing her identity as Webweaver. She took a break for one year, which luckily nothing major happened during that time.

And in smaller, fun facts about her:

She had a red handprint on her back for MMIW! She regularly visits protests and meetups for natives, both as webweaver and not.

When she was very young her auntie taught her how to make dreamcatchers, and she entirely fell in love. Could not stop making them whenever she could. When she found out she could make webs she could not restrain herself. When shes not on missions or at some other universe she can and will be found around the spider-society making absolutely giant dreamcatchers on the ceiling.

She does not believe in canon events! When she was introduced she immediately felt that things being entirely written in stone was ridiculous, anything can be changed if it needs to be. She believes that if anybody has a chance to be saved by ANYONE they should be saved. She also has a lot of theories on the multiverse in general. Shes very curious.

One of her favorite things to do is to weave, it was her favorite before the spider, and it was especially her favorite after. A common technique she uses is that she'll fling herself up really high, and as shes falling she'll weave together multiple strands of her webs to make nets, stronger strands, and tighter holds.

The spider bite enhanced her speed and made her significantly more light on her feet, both things she uses every day in multiple things. While fighting though, she likes using these to disorient and confuse whoever shes fighting.

Her biggest way of fighting is with her feet and legs, she has most practice with hitting spots and times specifically from her dancing, so she uses that practice to her advantage and hits who shes fighting hard at the times she needs to. She uses her pattern recognition for this also. Super spontaneous enemies are a weak point for her, but she still really tries.

She is very open about issues in Seattle, and the US. She finds that her openness causes strong opinions among the people of Seattle. She doesn't really care about it though, shes going to speak for what's right no matter what and no matter who doesn't like it.

She made an entirely separate pair of leggings for her spider suit. Thats all. They stay intact really well, considering that her legs are what she hits most with.

She also loves making jokes in any situation. Moods tend to be happier when shes around, and thats how she likes it. She of course knows when its really not appropriate though.

Dude shes also pretty clumsy. Her 'leap of faith' moment was an accident. She climbed to the top of the space needle and relaxed when she got to the top and fell. She was absolutely terrified, but she got control of her abilities in time. She was still scared, she was hanging onto a web she shot at the space needle for a solid 10 minutes calming down. She also often runs into buildings while swinging. She gets lost in thought and just runs into them sometimes.

And in general about her, she really tries to help people as much as she can both in and out of her spider suit. It doesn't always go well but she keeps doing it.

I have so much more, i love her so much. Thank you for asking about her! Im cutting it off at this point cause i dont want it going too long y'know.

I will answer literally any questions about her i swear.

Have a great day!

#indigenous #native #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spidersona #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spider #oc art #art #oc artwork

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Beneath The Skin

Relationship: Remus Lupin x OFC

Summary: This is the story of one young woman's struggle with pain, inner pain, mental pain, physical pain, psychological pain, every kind of pain you can imagine. Remus Lupin understands pain, he wants her to understand that it doesn't mean you can't feel anything else, he wants her to understand that pain has absolutely nothing on love.  

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING, heavy mentions of self-harm and suicidal tendencies, pain, angst, loss of parents, trust issues. 18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 22 - In Need

Over the weeks leading up to Christmas, Remus didn’t have much time to see Rosaline, but things were getting better, she wasn’t avoiding him unless she was having a bad day, but even then she was responsive. He thought a lot about a Christmas present for her and remembered her joy at him wanting to share something he enjoyed with her, maybe he could have gotten her something he loved and hoped that she loved it as well.

He’d heard early in December that Rosaline had both been on regular patrols for the Order and the ministry, often being sent to Knockturn Alley or to the Department of Mysteries. He’d also heard that she had sustained a couple of minor injuries, but it worried him immensely; given her circumstance a small injury could feel like an agonising one.

Remus went to her room after a meeting with the Order to find she was lying on her bed, eyes closed, taking a deep, steady breaths. He was in two minds about whether to alert her to his presence, but they both needed the company.

‘Rosaline?’ He gently knocked on the half open door. She opened her eyes and her could see they were red again. ‘Are you alright? Do you need anything?’

‘I’m okay.’ She croaked.

‘No, you’re not, you’re in agony.’ Remus stepped into her room and gently let the door close behind him, before sitting on the edge of her bed. ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’

Rosaline swallowed, taking a deep breath and Remus gently held her hand, the simple contact was helping. Remus watched her eyes close as he began running his hands softly over hers, occasionally taking a chance and moving a little further up her arm, but only as much as she felt comfortable with.

After a while, he noticed that she had fallen asleep and it warmed him to think that he’d helped her get some rest.

Her assignments didn’t get easier and there was one that had Remus rushing back to Grimmauld Place to see her.

A few Death Eaters were lurking down Knockturn Alley and spotted Rosaline and Tonks, recognising them immediately. Tonks made it out with some chest pains from a stunner, but Rosaline had been caught by the Cruciatis Curse and let out a terrifying scream, before passing out. Remus heard that she had yet to regain consciousness and he knew that it was a very bad situation.

He arrived just as Molly was leaving her room, she was a little startled to see him, but he got the words out to ask how Rosaline was doing.

‘She’s sleeping, Remus.’ Molly said calmly. ‘It’s best to leave her to recover for a while, she’s had quite the ordeal.’

It took a little encouragement to get Remus to go downstairs to the kitchen, he wanted to see her, to let her know that she was okay, she would survive this, but he also didn’t want her to be overwhelmed, there was only so much he could do anyway. No one was really talking about what happened and Remus was getting desperate for any information on what happened. Luckily Sirius had noted his concern and decided to help him get up to the room without anyone seeing.

Finally, his opportunity came when Molly was being distracted by Sirius, he took the stairs two at a time all the way to her room, before opening it slowly to see Rosaline lying in her bed, sweating heavily and entirely uncomfortable. It was like her clothes were scratching her and every so often she would let out a sob. She must have been able to focus her mind enough to tell Molly she was fine, enough to convince everyone to leave her alone while she recovered in the only way she knew how.

‘Rosaline.’ Remus said quietly, unsure if the noise would disturb her too much. Remus tried to tread quietly as he approached the bed, her breathing was still stuttered and out of sync, like she was barely able to hang onto a single breath. Remus carefully sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of if he should have touched her. ‘Rosaline, I want to help.’

Rosaline’s hand was placed on her stomach, holding the material as if that was the place she had been hit. Remus wanted to cry, no, he didn’t, he wanted to hold her. Remus wanted to help her feel better for a while, even if it was just for a while.

‘Rosaline, it’s okay, just breathe,’ Remus said. ‘Deep breaths and try to relax.’

To his surprise, she did just that, her eyes were closed and she forced a breath into her lungs. At least she recognised that he was trying to help, at least she could breathe, but it still wasn’t enough.

‘Please.’ She breathed, begging him for something.

For a moment, Remus wasn’t sure what it was she wanted from him, so he did the only thing Remus felt he could do that would help. He gently slid his hand beneath hers and let his thumb drift across the skin. Rosaline turned her head towards her hand and he could tell she was trying hard to focus on the movement.

He eventually brought his other hand to place on top and allowed the tips of his fingers to drift over the skin as softly as he could.

‘Does it help?’ Remus asked.

‘Yes.’ She breathed again, but Remus wasn’t completely convinced. Rosaline lost control of her breathing for a moment and let out a sob. ‘It hurts so much.’ She cried and Remus swallowed the lump in his throat.

‘I know, I know it does.’ He said, moving closer and stroking his hand through her hair. ‘But I’m here to make it better, I’m here to help, just tell me what you need.’

Rosaline leaned into his touch and carefully opened her eyes, it was only then that he noticed the darkened circles around her eyes making her skin look especially pale, her eyes were almost pure red around the green iris. The tears flowed freely, but she did everything she could to focus on his touch. Remus tried to remember, he tried to think about anything she had told him about how she handled pain, one of the things she mentioned helped was taking a shower, but she wasn’t in any condition to do that just yet.

‘What if I run you a bath?’ Remus offered. ‘No irritations for your skin and you can be alone for a while without people rushing to see if you’re okay.’ Remus tried to joke, but he could suddenly see the panic in her eyes.

‘Don’t leave me.’ She whispered.

‘I won’t, I won’t.’ Remus immediately responded, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. He didn’t really take in what it was he was saying, he just didn’t want her to panic anymore.

Remus let his lips linger just a little longer against her damp skin, she needed a bath and she needed to sleep for a while.

‘Rosaline, I’m not leaving you, but I really think a bath would help.’ Remus tried to smile and stroked her hair. ‘I’ll just get it running and be right back. Okay? Just breathe for me and think about what music you’d like to listen to.’

Remus waited until he could see her thinking about something that wasn’t the pain, before heading into the bathroom and starting to fill the free standing tub. All the bathrooms were similar in Grimmauld Place, black tiled with white tubs, it wasn’t exactly homely, but then neither was Grimmauld Place. He decided that a hot bath would only irritate her further and made sure that he ran the cold tap for a little longer than he usually would.

Before it was finished running, Remus quickly went to the door to check that Rosaline was still breathing and thinking about music. Her fist was clenched as she struggled to think, but she was keeping her breathing steady and that was all he wanted her to do.

Remus eventually went back into the bedroom after deciding that the bath was warm enough for her and placed his hands back to the previous position, holding her hand and stroking her hair softly. He didn’t make her move straight away, but the bath would go cold if he put it off much longer.

‘Rosaline,’ he whispered, watching her eyes flutter open. ‘The bath is ready for you.’

‘Stay.’ She breathed and Remus was almost sure of what she was really asking, but he needed to be exactly sure before he did anything.

Remus cleared his throat. ‘You want me to stay with you, while you’re in the bath?’

Suddenly a wave of pain overtook her starting at her clenched fist and seemingly moving outwards to the rest of her body. Remus did his part and encouraged her to breathe and try to focus on his movements over her skin, she managed to find her focus for long enough for Remus to help her sit up. He quickly manoeuvred himself behind her, letting her head rest back against his shoulder, the position was one that relaxed her immediately as Remus was able to wrap his arms around her small frame, keeping her safe in his embrace.

‘We need to get you into the bathroom.’ Remus softly kissed the top of her head. ‘I won’t leave you, I’ll be right here to help.’ He promised.

The tears began falling again and Remus knew it was because she needed to move from the comfortable position she’d found, but if he could just get her to the bath, everything would be better, she would feel so much better.

Rosaline’s whole body was rigid, any movement was difficult for her to make. Remus helped her stand up, but she desperately needed him for support, he didn’t mind taking her weight, any of it, all of it if that helped her.

They eventually got to the bathroom and Rosaline took a moment to lean on the sink and catch her breath. Remus could see her trying so hard to remain calm, but the pain continued to bubble just beneath the surface. He decided to act in her best interest and put all of his worry and hesitation to one side.

Remus rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, letting her lean back against him again. ‘You need to get undressed, I can help you if you need me to?’

‘Please.’ It seemed her desire to be pain free was outweighing her embarrassment of being naked in front of him.

Remus gently helped her take her jumper off, lifting it delicately over her head, next her t-shirt, before moving down to her jeans. Remus tried so hard to distract his mind from how he felt about her body, she had more scars than even he did and probably more of them were self-inflicted. Granted, a few looked as if they were from somewhat natural causes, but the rest of her body was about as beautiful as Remus imagined it would be, possibly more so. Her skin was smooth in between the scars, cool and milky. Rosaline didn’t spend much time outside and when she did, it probably wasn’t to get a tan, so it wasn’t surprising that her body looked like it had never seen sunlight before.

Remus refocussed on her jeans, unzipping them, before gently helping each leg out, trying hard not to irritate her skin, though he found her instinct was to move towards his hands and not away. It suddenly dawned on him that she was resisting her feelings towards him again.

‘Rosaline,’ he manoeuvred her back against his chest and kissed her temple. ‘You’re already struggling, I’m here to give you what you need… anything you need.’

She was still sweating and Remus was trying hard not to focus on her full chest, he closed his eyes and tried to find a new train of thought, unclasping her bra and looking away before letting fall to the floor, he did the same with her underwear, before gently wrapping his arms around her, keeping her shivering body warm.

Remus could feel her head turning slightly, she was giving up her resistance and allowing him to help her in the way she clearly needed. He helped her into the bath, finding it was just on the colder side and bringing out his wand to heat it up a little. The water immediately seemed to help her calm down, it didn’t irritate her skin and she was able to curl up against the side of the bath and let Remus stroke through her hair.

Rosaline kept her eyes closed as she relaxed into his touch, she shifted a few times against the rim of the tub and Remus reached for a soft towel for her to rest her head on. Finally, she let out a deep breath and Remus half smiled down at her fragile figure. He’d put in an oil that turned the water white, while she was trusting him to take care of her, he didn’t want her to feel she was losing any dignity.

‘Does that feel better?’ Remus asked and watched her slowly nod. ‘Good, just try to relax and I’ll take care of you.’

Remus flicked his wand towards her record player, letting whatever was last playing echo through her room. He wasn’t sure how he felt about her listening to his old album From Her To Eternity, but if it made her remember happier times then he wouldn’t complain. He gently scooped up a handful of water and poured it over her hair, reaching for her shampoo and carefully massaging it in.

Rosaline hummed softly while he worked to make her feel relaxed, he didn’t need her to move or adjust herself, if she was comfortable then that was fine, he would continue to take care of her however she wanted him too. Remus couldn’t help but let his eyes drift over the skin on her neck and shoulder, it looked so smooth and soft, he wanted to trace his hand over it, but he needed to focus on the task at hand.

Remus gently scooped up the water to rinse out the jasmine shampoo, it invaded his senses and made him remember all the times he held her and that was all he could smell in her hair. He loved those moments, she just felt so right in his arms, her skin made his feel warm beneath the surface.

‘Is this okay?’ Remus asked, gently moving her hair from her shoulder to the back of her neck, his fingers drifted over her skin, noting how she instinctively moved towards him.

‘Don’t stop.’ She whispered and Remus heard his heart pumping louder and louder.

He didn’t hesitate for long and dragged his slender fingers over her neck and shoulder, tracing the line of her collarbone, Rosaline turned her head so that she was leaning back against the tub, the top of her head, gently pressing against Remus’s chest while he continued to trace his hand over her skin. He leaned down to kiss her temple and again noted how she once again leaned into his touch, he let his lips drift over her cheek and listened to the soft sigh she let out.

Remus felt something warm shoot through him and decided not to push his luck any further, this was about her and what she needed, not him and his desires.

‘Is that good?’ He whispered next to her.

‘Yes.’ Rosaline breathed and it made Remus smile.

‘Do you want me to keep going?’ Remus felt the stillness of her body momentarily. ‘This about you Rosaline and what you need right now. It’s okay to be selfish for a while.’

She let out a breath and nodded, allowing Remus to move his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, the skin was so smooth and impossibly soft, he didn’t dare move to any other part of her body.

Remus continued his movements over her skin for a while, occasionally kissing her cheek and listening to her sigh into his touch. He could have done this for the rest of his life, feeling her soft, milky skin, listening to her body respond to him, wanting him and what he could give. It was perfect.

‘Remus.’ She whispered.

‘Yes?’ Remus kissed her temple.

‘Your shirt,’ she swallowed her discomfort. ‘It’s hurting me.’

Remus noticed that the damp sleeves of his shirt were tracing her skin following his hands. He quickly unbuttoned it, debating whether to take his t-shirt off as well and deciding it was best, before stroking her hair and resuming his tender, strokes over her skin.

‘Is that better?’ Remus whispered.

‘It’s good.’

It was the whisper of a smile that had Remus swallowing the lump in his throat. She was okay, she may not have been well again or even recovered, but as long as he was gentle with her and treated her body with delicacy, she would be okay.

‘Are you hungry?’ Remus asked grabbing his wand and reheating the water again. Rosaline shook her head, she probably couldn’t stomach anything substantial, but he wanted her to eat something, at least have a cup of tea. ‘What about some chocolate then?’

‘Okay.’ She said, letting her head fall to one side, exposing more of her neck.

Remus placed a small kiss there, before slowly heading back into the bedroom to get her some chocolate to eat. When he returned she had turned her whole body to one side and was watching a point on the wall next to the door, her eyes were still red and green, with dark circles around them, but she didn’t look in as much pain anymore.

Rosaline’s gaze flickered to Remus who hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on and just stood in his usual brown trousers. He suddenly realised that she was looking at every one of his scars, her cheeks were reddening, but there seemed to be an understanding there.

When her gaze dropped away, Remus sat on the cold floor next to her, breaking off a piece of chocolate and handing to her. Rosaline tentatively took it and placed the square on her tongue, closing her eyes against the soft towel on the edge of the bath and just absorbed the warmth that presumably was now running through her body.

‘Looks like that helped a little.’ Remus shifted closer to rest on top of his arm on the side of the tub and stroke her hair as gently as he could. ‘Do you feel warmer?’ Rosaline nodded. ‘Good, it’s a step in the right direction… I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, I came as soon as I heard, but Molly thought it best to let you rest on your own.’

Her green eyes half opened and she watched him lazily with a twitch of a smile forming. ‘So, why are you here?’ Her voice was soft and croaky, like she wasn’t quite equipped to use it properly just yet.

‘Because I wanted to help,’ Remus let his gaze drift over her pretty features. ‘And I know that you feel better when I’m around… even if the reasoning upsets you.’

It was a long time before Rosaline responded, she was thinking very hard about what she wanted to say, conserving her energy while did.

‘It’s not that it upsets me exactly,’ she said. ‘I… never needed anyone before you… never wanted anyone… you make me feel like… why do I need you so much?’ Rosaline let her tears go, Remus could see this was a struggle for her, that she didn’t quite have the words to express the way she felt, possibly she didn’t even have the ability to figure out how she did feel.

‘It’s okay,’ Remus shifted closer, gently wiping her tears away. ‘It’s alright… you’re allowed to need things, you’re most certainly allowed to want things. Maybe you feel you need me because I need you too… being around you, taking care of you, making you happy, it’s all I want really.’

‘But why?’

Remus half laughed. ‘Because when you love someone, you want them to have everything. Because seeing you smile is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Because you deserve to be happy.’

Rosaline sniffed and moved her hand towards his on the side of the tub, Remus immediately placed his on top of hers and ran his thumb over the skin.

‘Why did you leave me?’ She whispered. ‘You promised you wouldn’t leave of your own accord… and then you did.’

Remus closed his eyes and sighed. ‘Because I sincerely believed that you would lead a better life without me, I thought that with my condition going public that anyone associated with me would be compromised as a result, I couldn’t do that to someone I feel this strongly for… some days I think I might have been right if this war hadn’t started, others I think what an idiot I was.’

‘You should have said something,’ Rosaline agreed. ‘At least you shouldn’t have promised me that you’d stay.’

‘I didn’t know at that point that I would leave,’ Remus defended. ‘But I suppose I should have at least talked to you about what I thought would have been best for both of us. Even if I was wrong.’

Rosaline just watched him for a moment, it was clear that she was still in pain, probably exhausted, still feeling ashamed of herself for what happened, but he could also see that she didn’t mind him seeing those things and it gave Remus so much hope.

‘I’m glad you let me help you, Rosaline.’ Remus admitted, watching her eyes snap up to his and her cheeks redden. ‘I hope I didn’t step over any lines, but if I did, please tell me?’

Her green orbs began filling with tears and it had Remus’s flicker of hope fading. ‘I feel better,’ she said and took a moment to tear her gaze away. ‘I just never wanted anyone to see me like this.’ The floodgates opened and Remus immediately wrapped his arms around her frail body beneath the water line, kissing her forehead and allowing her to sob for a while.

‘You don’t need to feel ashamed,’ he told her. ‘Rosaline, you are so much more beautiful to me now than you were before.’ He felt her sobs lessen. ‘To allow yourself to be seen like this and be a little selfish for a while… well, I think you’re the most beautiful thing I have seen.’

Remus didn’t let her go, he held onto her for as long as she needed, but eventually the water began to get cold and Rosaline began shivering again.

‘I think some sleep would do you good,’ Remus kissed her forehead again. ‘You want me to take you to bed?’

Rosaline nodded, but didn’t let go of his arm just yet. ‘Will you stay?’ She whispered, Remus could feel the warmth coming from her cheeks as the reddened again.

‘Of course, I’ll stay.’ Remus promised.

He helped her slowly get out of the bathtub and wrapped a warm fluffy towel around her body, again doing his best not to stare at her body too much. The bath definitely helped as she seemed more capable of moving alone, but Remus still wanted to support her as he led her back into the bedroom.

Remus quickly her dried her hair and peeled the sheets back for her to climb into bed. Everything about her bed was soft and perfectly suited to her needs, Rosaline took a deep breath and relaxed into the fluffy pillow. He knelt beside the bed and ran his hands through her hair.

‘Rosaline, I’m so sorry that this happened to you,’ Remus whispered. ‘If I had been there to-

‘If you had been there it would have happened to you.’ She interrupted, taking a deep, slow breath. ‘What makes you think I’d feel any better about that?’

Remus smiled. ‘I think that might mean you care for me, as much as I care for you?’

Rosaline smiled and Remus could have kissed her there and then. ‘Maybe it does.’ She said, her eyes were still dark, but it didn’t seem to affect how wonderful she looked when she smiled. Remus could tell she wanted to ask him something, but she hesitated, biting gently on her lip. He couldn’t help himself, Remus dragged his thumb across her jaw and slowly pulled her lip away from her teeth, watching how the soft flesh moved easily for him. He could feel her warm breath against the tip of his thumb, before suddenly remembering she needed to sleep.

‘Do you need anything else from me?’ He asked, hearing the slight crack in his own voice.

‘Sleep with me.’ She breathed, her eyes suddenly widened and her cheeks burnt red. ‘I’m sorry,’ she stuttered. ‘You don’t… I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry.’

Remus took a long steady breath, moving his hand back to her hair. ‘I’m worried my trousers will irritate your skin,’ Remus frowned, brushing the back of his fingers against her red, hot cheek. ‘If you don’t mind me taking them off, I’ll gladly sleep with you.’ Rosaline looked up at him, surprised at his response and not quite understanding why he would want to sleep with her. ‘I told you this is about you, I want you to be selfish, I want to give you everything Rosaline… this seems like such a small thing to give.’

Remus placed another kiss to her forehead before standing up to remove his trousers, he figured his briefs were soft enough that they wouldn’t irritate her and he wasn’t quite ready for her to feel that much of him just yet.

Rosaline’s eyes drifted over his torso, taking all of him in, she once again showed no sign of judging him for his scars or average body, she just seemed to enjoy watching him. Remus rounded the bed and slipped in behind her, carefully sliding his hand under the pillow and around her waist, cradling her whole body in his.

Remus kissed her shoulder and breathed in the smell of jasmine which had his head dizzying a little. ‘Goodnight Rosaline.’ Remus whispered into her hair.

‘Thank you.’ Rosaline breathed and finally she was able to get some rest.

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[3laxx]

Noble Pursuit - Chapter 7

On a nightly heist, Luz stumbles into a situation that quickly bears an unexpected outcome for her.

I have been away for... A very long time...

Actually, I have some really cool news! I got into my dream job and am moving to Munich for that! And I printed my very first book (which is fanfiction so not available to the public, Breeze) and it felt amazing to hold it ;-; Anyway, I had a lot to do, moving out of my parents' house and coordinating all that...

Truth be told, the bad news is that I haven't written in months because I have a lot of anxiety and some discussions on the internet have made it hard to muster the courage to share my work, or even write at all. The writer's block is still holding me tightly, so I'm not sure when I'll muster the courage again to upload but be at ease - I've already written 90k words for Noble Pursuit. If I can't write at all anymore, there's at least a little more of this story, we're only at half of what's already finished xD

I'd love any and all encouraging comments. And maybe a few tips on how to beat writer's block? If you guys have any suggestions I could try, please do tell me!

I hope I'll find the passion for writing again once I feel less stressed and once the excitement of moving out and the anxiety of the internet has subsided x)

Love, 3laxx

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda didn’t come home that night.

Lilith said that it was completely normal, even when her sister didn’t return after dinner. Luz and Gus were sent to their room without anyone tucking them in, and the girl had waited for exactly that. She made sure her brother had changed into the pajamas Lilith’s servants had put on their beds, and tucked him into bed, before pretending to lie down to sleep as well. Little did Gus know that she had kept her clothes on, and waited for him to fall asleep.

Luckily, they had gotten one room for both of them, because if they had two separate rooms, Gus would have come over to sleep with Luz in one bed, as he was used to on their travels.

If that had happened, Luz couldn’t have snuck out without waking him up and having to take him with her.

Upon lying down, the girl sighed, though.

This bed was as heavenly soft as she couldn’t have ever imagined. It was so soft she sunk into the sheets and threatened to fall asleep like Gus. But, the heavenly bed was as much her disadvantage as it was luck.

Gus had fallen asleep immediately when his head had hit the pillows, and Luz didn’t have to wait long until his breaths had evened out and he had been sleeping soundly. Finally, after just a few minutes and just before she would’ve fallen asleep as well, she got up and snuck to the window.

She had prepared to climb out since they were only on the first floor, so climbing down shouldn’t be a big issue. After finding their window this afternoon, she had mapped out a way she could climb out of and back into the room without being seen or heard, and had even tried it out when Lilith and Gus had already gone inside for lunch.

Opening the window, she looked back to Gus and nodded when he kept sleeping, then she feathery climbed atop the windowsill and climbed down until her feet touched the damp grass below. It was her luck that the house was so decorated and full of rims and gargoyles and bars so she could just climb her way down. Sneaking off through the now quiet, dark gardens, she took care that Lilith wasn’t sitting in the glass room, before making her way through the undergrowth and reaching the fence.

She could still turn back now and not steal from their neighbors, but their wealth made her angry. She had nothing as an orphan, and Eda had to struggle to feed them all. She didn’t want Eda to go through such hardships just to keep them.

Determined, she grabbed for the fence and pulled herself up, swinging herself over the fence and taking care to utilize the stone pillar at the corner of Lilith’s grounds, so as not to rip her clothes on the spikes of the iron fence.

Finally, she jumped down and her boots touched the ground in the park of the other mansion. For a second, she hesitated and waited if there was some sort of alarm or guards that would be notified of her trespassing, but nothing happened. Even when she did a few quick steps into the park around the giant mansion, nothing happened, no alarmed voices started up and nothing of the sort came to her ears. There were no demon wolves around nothing that served as an alarm.

She continued through the dark gardens, keeping in the shadows and taking care not to stumble upon any guards or anything of the sort, but there was nothing. She supposed the family living here didn’t fear any robberies because their house was intimidatingly big and any sketchy folks weren’t allowed into these streets anyway. Besides, they probably didn’t anticipate anyone coming from the back, from the garden of another wealthy mansion.

Luz snuck up to the corner after checking that there was nobody on the back porch which was really as big as the theater ruins she had been visiting, maybe even bigger.

Luckily for her, the mansion had big stones on its corner as well, which served as a ladder for her. She could easily climb up to the first-floor window and onto the windowsill, peering inside. There was no light, which was why she had picked this room, and nobody seemed to be inside. From the light shining in from the hallway, she could determine that it was a room of a kid like her, with a bed and some toys, but the bed was empty.

Using a trick Eda showed her, which was to open the locks of the windows with a very thin metal card that she always carried with her, she opened the window and quietly climbed inside, after taking off her boots and leaving them on the windowsill. If she didn’t want to leave behind any traces, she’d better leave the dirt outside, because she doubted that the other kid living here regularly went in here with dirty boots.

Quietly making her way towards the drawer, she kept her eyes open for anything that looked like a jewelry box. If she couldn’t find anything here, she would climb out the window again and try another one, until she would find something she could take with her. It didn’t even have to be as big, it just had to be expensive, so Eda wouldn’t have to struggle anymore.

Luz tried to quietly rummage through the drawer, coming across more toys and some clothes, as well as books and papers and quills, but nothing that looked like a jewelry box.

Moving to the next cabinet, she was just about to open the first drawer, when she suddenly heard voices.

It was the voices of children, a girl that sounded about her age, and two older voices, racing up the stairs and making her freeze.

Her eyes started flickering around the room to search for a hiding place and the best one she could find was next to the cabinet that she had just wanted to open up, cowering in the corner in fear of getting caught.

She pressed herself against the wood of the cabinet, trying not to make a sound, as a girl came running down the hallway directly towards her, seemingly upset, before entering the room.

“You’re so mean!”, she cried and slammed the door, turning something that sounded like a lock, before the voices outside came closer as well, calling through the door.

“Aw, mittens! We just wanted you to relax a little bit!”, a big boy voice sounded, and Luz felt her heart racing in her throat, squinting her eyes.

She never should’ve come here. She never should’ve set foot in here. Just because this room had been dark hadn’t meant she was safe to come in here!

Her breath hitching, she listened to the kids arguing through the door, something about mittens having to relax and loosen up and mittens calling back that she didn’t want to be pranked.

Finally, the siblings let off and the girl with her in the room sighed, walking into the room. Luz tried not to make a sound as she waited for the girl to leave again, but it didn’t seem like she would.

Opening her eyes again, she leaned forwards and peeked around the corner to see a little girl with brown hair sitting in the middle of the bed, pressing a pillow to her face and seemingly sniffling.

Immediately, Luz felt bad for sitting here.

Aside from the fact that she had broken in, the girl seemed upset. Discovering a thief was in her room with her, the room where she felt safe from the other kids, wouldn’t be nice to her.

Slanting her lips, Luz leaned back against the cabinet and tried thinking about what to do now.

The girl could see all of her room except for the little corner where Luz was sitting. She couldn’t cross through the room and go back to the window where she had come from. The girl would hear and see her, and she would begin screaming and Luz would be discovered and caught. She shuddered.

Maybe she should just wait until the girl would go to bed.

The room was already dark, anyways, and children her age would sleep soon. The girl hadn’t bothered igniting a candle and Luz doubted she would, still. Maybe she could just wait it out like she had waited for Gus to fall asleep, and be able to sneak out when the girl was fast asleep. She wouldn’t even take anything with her, she just wanted to go back to Lilith’s mansion again.

Cowering, even more, she tried to keep as still as possible, but when the girl groaned and a little light started flickering, Luz knew she was in deep trouble now.

The light bounced a bit up and down and she heard the girl getting up, jumping off the bed, and walking back to the door. For a moment, Luz couldn’t hear anything anymore and hoped the girl had left, but just before she moved, the girl turned again and walked to the middle of the room, kicking something. The plush toy flew across the room and bounced off the wall, to come to a stop just a few paces away from Luz. She held her breath and squinted her eyes again.

The girl in the middle of the room hesitated, suddenly. She had seen the open window. The open window that Luz could see as well.

The light bopped through the room as it followed the girl to the open window, and she finally came into view for Luz.

She was as old as her and had brown hair that was tied up in a half ponytail. She was wearing a dress in the style that Luz had only seen here in Bonesborough, and was washed and properly styled with a little bow in her hair and ballerina flats with some high socks.

Luz would’ve almost been jealous of that expensive dress if she wasn’t so scared to be discovered now.

Her heart beat up to her throat and she felt her palms getting sweaty and cold as the girl leaned outside, discovering her boots.

“… Hello?”, she timidly called, outside, before scowling, “Ed, Em, if that is a prank again, I will-”

She turned and her golden eyes landed on Luz.

Something inside her sunk low, deeper and deeper, until she hit rock bottom. Her breath stopped, her eyes widened, and suddenly, she felt sick.

She was discovered.

That had never happened before. She had never been discovered before, she had always either stayed hidden or gotten away. She had never felt the gravid feeling of locking eyes with someone who lived where she trespassed and felt everything crumbling.

She couldn’t even describe the feeling. Of course, she had that feeling before, whenever Gus and she played hide and seek and he found her. It had been thrilling, though, and she had giggled and run away. Right now, it was so scary.

Knowing exactly that this was it, she could very well be arrested and punished for her crimes. She had seen other orphans being punished for crimes like these, sitting in metal cages high above the heads of the passing crowds, starving for stealing and getting caught. Eda had always used them as examples to demand the utmost caution from her daughter. Threatening her that she would end up like them if she was caught.

The girl stared at her as if she was a ghost, and Luz felt like one, empty and weirdly light while observing the girl closely.

She needed a moment to come to terms with what she was seeing here, which was a possibly dangerous stranger in her room, and with her breath hitching, she opened her mouth, pointing at Luz, her face whiter than before even.

“Please don’t scream!”, Luz blurted out in a whisper, her voice failing her, but much to her surprise, the girl obliged. She closed her mouth, still in shock, but she didn’t scream and didn’t say anything, just stared at Luz and pointed at her.

Slowly, Luz felt herself getting up and approaching the girl, now seeing that the light source she had been carrying around was actually one of those small light balls Eda liked to make sometimes. Holding out her hands, she tried to keep the girl calm and quiet.

“I-I’ll leave, I promise.”, Luz mumbled and was surprised by her own courage. She hadn’t planned any of this, and she certainly hadn’t planned on talking to the girl.

Her expectation was more like, running like hell, but apparently, she could talk the girl down and maybe just leave. Maybe.

“I’ll leave, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”, she came to a stop in front of the girl, still two paces away from her, and glanced to the window in front of which she was still standing. She would somehow need to get past the girl, but she didn’t want to come too close to her, the shock could be broken and she could start screaming, then, if Luz came too close.

She bit her lip.

“I-… I just need to get to the window…”, she tried, but finally, the girl found her voice again, and even if it wasn’t more than a whisper, Luz could feel the panic that someone would hear her rising up in her throat.

“… Who-… Who are you?!”, she asked, in an equally hushed tone, probably because Luz was speaking so quietly, and she found herself grimacing.

“I-… I can’t tell, I’m sorry.”, she excused herself, before looking at the window again, “I-… I just gotta get to the window… Can-… Can you step aside?”

The girl still seemed shell-shocked and finally managed to ask another question.

“What are you doing here?!”, she bit out, now a little louder, and Luz shrank, wincing.

“I-… I just wanna leave, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, really! I didn’t take anything!”, she promised and the girl squinted her eyes, before crossing her arms.

“You tell me your name first.”, she demanded and Luz pouted, her heart beating faster. Eda had made her swear to never, ever give people her name if she was at risk to be caught. It was harder to catch a thief without a name.

“I-… If I tell you my name, will you let me go?”, she tried and the girl furrowed her eyebrows, huffing.

“… Maybe.”, she gave the cryptid answer and Luz felt herself pouting.

“Fine, then. If I give you my name, will you give me yours?”, she asked, feeling like that was a justified deal. The girl seemed to ponder at that and finally nodded.

“Deal. Now tell me your name.”, she said and Luz had to grin a little,

“Sorry, mittens, but I already know yours. That breaks the deal.”, she felt herself grinning smugly and the girl in front of her suddenly turned red in her face.

“I’m not. Mittens.”, she pressed out and Luz took a little step back.

“O-Okay, I’m sorry. I’m Luz. What’s your name?”, she asked, trying to keep the girl calm, and as it turned out, apologizing helped.

“… I’m Amity.”, the girl finally answered and squinted her eyes again, eyeing Luz, “If you tell me what you were doing here, I might let you go.”

The pressure was too much for Luz. She finally broke, all the suave behavior Eda had trained her to use when in a situation like this falling off of her.

“I-… I just wanna help my mentor. She took me in as an orphan and now she’s struggling to keep me because she doesn’t have enough money.”, she sniffled, rubbing her palms on her pants, “I-I just don’t wanna go back to the orphanage. I don’t know how else I could-… I just want her to keep me. She said the inn was too expensive and that we had to leave and-…”

That seemed to take Amity off guard. Luz rubbed her eyes and tried to will the tears back, but they just kept coming. Soon, her shoulders began shaking and she felt all the tension of getting caught catching up to her.

“I-I-… I just don’t wanna be an orphan again-… And-… And I don’t wanna take money from people who need it, I-… I just wanna stay with my mom.”, she sniffled, rubbing over her face before hugging herself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll leave, I promise, I didn’t take anything.”

She tried getting to the window, but Amity didn’t move away, making Luz cry harder. She didn’t even know why she was crying right now, she had just started at the thought of being an orphan again and now she couldn’t stop.

“Please, please let me go, I just wanna go back to my mom, I didn’t take anything!”, she sobbed and hiccupped, yet the girl wouldn’t move away. Instead, she began approaching Luz, and she stumbled back, shaking her head, but the girl, Amity, wouldn’t let off, now holding her hands the same way as Luz had when she had done the same just a few minutes ago. That made her stop.

“It’s-… It’s okay.”, she tried speaking lowly, just so Luz would hear her over her sniffling, and eventually put her hands on Luz’s arm. The warmth somewhat made her hesitate, and Amity continued talking, “It’s okay. I-… I was just scared. Usually, I’m alone in my room.”

She tried an experimental chuckle and Luz joined in, albeit still wetly and very pathetically.

“Y-You’re not mad?”, she tried and Amity shrugged, shaking her head.

“I was just scared for a moment, but it’s okay now.”, she caught Luz’s gaze again and pulled her eyebrows together in sympathy, softly squeezing Luz’s arm, “You-… You’re a little young to be a thief, aren’t you?”

Luz sniffled and nodded at that, but managed a small smile.

“I’m really good at it, though.”, she hiccupped, but slowly, the tears subsided and she was able to rub her cheeks dry, “But I have to steal. My mentor can’t feed me otherwise. She barely has enough for herself. And I have a little brother, too.”

The girl softly tugged on her arm and Luz felt safe enough to be guided to the bed, sitting down on the edge and wiping over her eyes a final time, while Amity sat down next to her.

“You don’t have enough to eat?”, she asked in a concerned voice and Luz managed a nod, staring down at her lap.

“We eat some dried meat and bread most of the time. In the orphanage we just had apples and some round bread, so eating with my mentor is better already. Today I had a warm meal for lunch, though, because her sister is caring for us now.”, she explained and Amity seemed troubled by that.

“You-… You don’t have a warm meal every day?”, she asked and Luz looked at her quizzically, almost laughing.

“No, of course not. Do you?”, she asked and shook her head in disbelief at Amity’s ridiculous question, yet the girl didn’t seem like she was willing to laugh about that.

“Yeah.”, she replied and Luz’s head shot up, her stomach grumbling right on cue.

“You have a warm meal every day?!”, she asked disbelievingly and Amity slowly nodded, making both girls look at each other in shock. After they both made sure the other wasn’t joking, Amity smoothed her dress and took a minute before speaking up again, seemingly collecting herself.

“… You need money so your mom can keep you?”, she asked quietly and Luz grimaced, shrugging.

“I-… I don’t know about her being my mom, but-…”, she began and Amity protested that she had called her mentor her mom when crying earlier, before Luz could continue, “Yeah… If she can’t care for me anymore, she has to bring me to an orphanage again and I’ll have to go begging again.”

Amity seemed shell-shocked at that as if she had never thought about that. Luz was actually pretty sure that she hadn’t thought about that before because she had a warm meal every day and had parents that could care for her.

“You went begging before?”, she asked and Luz grimaced.

“Well, yeah, the orphanage was in a pretty small village and they didn’t have enough supplies to feed all of us. We all went begging.”, she said as if it was completely normal, and to her it was, but Amity was hearing about something like that for the first time.

She pondered on that again, before suddenly jumping off the bed and furrowing her eyebrows at that, softly stomping her foot.

“That’s not fair.”, she decided and Luz looked at her surprised, tilting her head, “Come with me. You’ll get food now.”

At the demanding tone, Luz couldn’t help but slip off the bed, perplexed, and take Amity’s hand that she offered to her, letting her unlock the door and drag her along the hallway.

Instead of being scared about being out in the open in a house in which she shouldn’t be, though, Luz merely looked around in awe. It was gigantic. She would’ve lost her way in here pretty quickly, but luckily for her, Amity knew exactly where she was going. Luz couldn’t believe how much stuff people could stash in one single gigantic house. She looked around and saw cabinets, drawers, tables, and statues everywhere. There were big carpets on the floor and the walls were decorated with carved poles and white pillars. There were golden accents everywhere, on corners and sometimes even as the wall decoration, along with polished metal plates for mirrors, reaching from top to bottom and shining with its smooth surface. Luz could see herself in those reflecting walls, and she didn’t think she could remember the last time she had seen herself clearly. Her brown hair stuck out in every direction, short but still wild, and her face was brown as well. She had never thought about the color of her face before, especially not when observing Amity’s white face in front of her.

She had brown eyes and her clothes were simple but she knew they were comfortable. With her jaw hanging open, she let Amity drag her along, down some stairs and through long hallways. There were things everywhere. Goblets standing on tables that weren’t used by anyone, statues that were never looked at twice, some busts of important-looking people, and flower pots. She saw golden carpets that hung in front of windows, and some even on the wall, where they served no purpose at all.

And there were a lot of rooms. She could see at least a handful of rooms that were closed, and she couldn’t imagine what was hidden behind those doors.

Some were opened and she could spot a library and a big empty room with nothing inside but a few chandeliers from above and mirrors on one side while there were windows on the other.

She even saw some paintings on walls, some framed and some just on the wall somewhere. For example, a big tree on one wall, made her furrow her eyebrows, because instead of fruits, it grew faces. Disgusted, she continued stumbling after Amity who was now crossing through the gigantic entrance area, leading her to a back door that seemed very inconspicuous.

When she looked up to the ceiling that was so high above that she had to put her head in her neck, she could see a painting on the ceiling as well and asked herself how someone could reach up so high and paint so intricately and with so many details and colors.

Amity led her to a room that looked weird, with long tables to either side, and finally, they entered the kitchen. There, Luz saw the first people during their whole tour through the house, and immediately, she froze up again. The feeling of getting caught bubbled up in her throat and she almost believed Amity had led her right into a trap but the girl did nothing to alert the kitchen staff.

She merely approached a big female demon and smiled sweetly.

“Can I get a little dessert?”, she asked and the demon smiled back, putting one of her four hands on her chest, cooing.

“Oh, the little Miss Blight asks for a dessert? That rarely happens! Of course, child, I will make sure to get you a sweet snack right away.”, she cheerily replied, before her gaze wandered along Amity’s and Luz’s joined hands over to the small demon next to her patron’s daughter, making her pull up her eyebrows.

“But Miss Blight, is that a guest? After bedtime?”, she now sounded slightly chastising and Luz froze up, feeling very cold and hot at the same time. The demon looked at her as if she wasn’t supposed to be here, not even as a guest, and suddenly, Luz knew she was in trouble.

Yet, Amity reacted very sweetly and leaned in, whispering to the big woman.

“Noo, Fina, you can’t know!”, she sang in a conspiratorial way and Luz practically felt the big demon melting, “She’s not even here, you can’t see her.”

The grin of the small witch made the demon chuckle so much her whole body wobbled and Luz saw her waving it off, shrugging.

“I don’t see anyone but you, Miss Blight. But you do seem double hungry, don’t you?”, she conspiratorially asked back and Luz furrowed her eyebrows, staring at Amity in confusion. She seemed like she had the staff wrapped around her finger because even if the demon seemed to not approve before, she was laughing now.

“Very hungry, at least double!”, Amity grinned, before looking back to Luz in thought, “Actually, I’m triple hungry.”

The demon merely laughed and did something on the counter that Luz couldn’t see because she was too small, then the demon leaned down with a tray that showed three treats that Luz had only seen in passing some years ago in Latissa, behind a window. She didn’t know what Eda had called these treats, but they were brown and had pink and blue cream and sprinkles on top. If Luz didn’t know better, she would have believed the treat to be a toy instead.

“There you go, little Miss Blight. I haven’t seen anyone but you.”, she promised with a wink and Amity took one of the treats, before nudging Luz to take the other two, grinning up to the demon.

“Thank you so much, Fina!”, she exclaimed before leading Luz out of the kitchen again and giggling to herself.

“Fina is our nanny, too.”, she explained and Luz gave a nod, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Why… Why did she let me go?”, she asked and Amity gave her a smile, before biting into her treat. The pink and blue cream stuck to her nose and upper lip when she chewed on her bite, and she waited until she had swallowed the portion before answering.

“Because I asked her to.”, she triumphantly beamed, already crossing the entrance area again and walking up the stairs while Luz followed her, holding the treats like two treasures, walking extra slowly because she feared they could break.

“What are you waiting for?”, Amity suddenly asked and Luz looked up to her, furrowing her eyebrows.

“You-… You want me to eat these?”, she asked quizzically and Amity grinned. A shade of violet, a mixture of pink and blue, decorated her teeth.

“One of them. The other is for your little brother.”, she explained and Luz had to blink very fast not to cry. She followed Amity up the stairs and gulped, before speaking up again, concentrating really hard on her voice coming out the right way, but she still sounded forced.

“… Th-Thank you…”, she mumbled and Amity stopped, waiting for Luz to catch up. “I hope you like it.”, the girl softly replied, encouraging her with a nod to take a bite. Luz looked down at her hands, still blinking the moistness away, before choosing one of the treats and biting into the side of it.

A sweet, sugary taste exploded on her tongue and she almost coughed. She had never ever eaten anything as intense or sweet as this. She stared at Amity while the cake dissolved on her tongue and the sugary cream stuck to her teeth. She could have cried.

The taste was so much it short-circuited her brain and she hiccupped, really trying not to show any exaggerated reaction, but she couldn’t help it. A new tear rolled down her cheek and she stared at Amity in bliss and shock, while she tried chewing her bite.

The other girl quickly moved to take Gus’ treat from her and allowed her to wipe the tear away, before grimacing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it, you don’t have to eat it!”, Amity tried apologizing but Luz managed to hold the treat away from her to protect it at all cost. She would not give away that heavenly piece of luxury that she had just received.

“No!”, she quietly cried with a full mouth, desperately shaking her head as she managed to swallow the wonderful taste, “I-I like it! I like it a lot, I-…”

Staring back at the colorful treat, she took another bite and almost sunk to her knees at how good it was, humming.

Amity looked at her irritated, before slowly nodding and eating the last bite of her treat so she could lick her fingers clean and guide Luz back to her room, trying not to be too confused at her behavior. She couldn’t understand how someone would start crying because of a cupcake.

The two girls made their way back upstairs unseen and quickly snuck back into Amity’s room. She wouldn’t say why but Luz suspected her siblings that called her mittens had something to do with that.

Amity closed the door behind her and set the cupcake for Luz’s brother on her bedside table, before sitting down on the floor with the other girl, watching her with furrowed eyebrows. Luz loved the treat so much, that she was fully immersed in it and ate as if her life depended on it. When she had finally savored every little crumb of the treat, she was almost disappointed and looked back up to Amity.

“I never knew something could taste so good. Especially bread.”, she mumbled and Amity giggled at her obliviousness.

“It’s not bread, it’s cake!”, she corrected the other girl and Luz grinned as if someone had just told her that it's trees that grow the leaves on the ground.

“Oh! So that’s cake! I only ever heard of that from my mentor. I didn’t know that was cake.”, she giggled along with Amity, then she looked around.

“Woah, you got a big room… And so entirely without tents.”, she remarked and Amity giggled again, shaking her head at Luz, deciding it’d be better to leave that be instead of asking.

“You’re odd.”, she said and Luz grinned at her.

“Eda says that, too.”

They sat for a while and Luz asked all sorts of questions she had about Amity’s life, like if she was used to having so many toys, and if she sometimes rode a hell horse and other things. The girl next to her happily answered all her questions and had just as many to shoot back to Luz, making sure they understood each other’s lives since they were so vastly different.

“Do you have treats like this every day?”, Luz asked and Amity shook her head.

“Only on special occasions.”, she replied and Luz tilted her head.

“Is today a special occasion?”

The girl proudly puffed out her chest and declared the vent of today.

“I made a friend today.”, she importantly stated, and the little demon had to giggle at that, making Amity grin as well, “And that’s why we’re having cupcakes because you’re my friend now. If you wanna be.”

At Amity’s shy question, Luz quickly nodded and they both grinned.

“I made a friend yesterday and today! That means I can have two treats!”, Luz boasted but Amity held her back from stealing the third.

“That one is for your brother. You have to let him have one, too.”, she reminded the girl and she nodded, pouting.

“Right…”, after a moment of sulking, she looked up again, “You have siblings, too, right? What are their names? You said Ed and Em but-…”

While Luz shrugged, Amity rolled her eyes, not exactly liking being reminded of them. Today, they had been especially mean, causing her to cry in front of Fina. She wouldn’t forgive them as easily.

“I have older siblings, yeah… Edric and Emira, they’re twins. And they’re mean.”, she pouted and Luz scooted closer, awkwardly patting her shoulder.

“What do they do that makes them mean?”, she asked timidly, fearing that Amity wouldn’t want to talk about that, but her new friend didn’t even hesitate. She supposed she had needed someone to listen for a long time now.

“They always pull pranks on me!”, she complained and Luz continued patting her shoulder, squeezing comfortingly when she felt it fit, “They make me cry a lot because I get so angry when they do pranks on me. And-… And I don’t wanna be angry at them, because they were my only friends…”

“Until now!”, Luz held up a finger and Amity could smile again, “Because now I can climb over the fence every single day to come play with you!”

Amity really smiled now, a bright, happy smile, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“I’d like that! My parents are rarely home, so you can come over whenever you want.”, she rubbed her hands in pleasant anticipation, until she finally tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows, “Wait, climb over the fence? Where do you come from?”

Luz grimaced at that.

“Uh, actually, Eda is Lilith’s sister. You know, the knight who came home a few weeks ago, who lives in the Clawthorne mansion just across your garden.”, she pointed her finger in the general direction when Amity got up and peered out the window that pointed to the back of their house. Luz followed her and showed her the ignited windows from where they were, one of the two mansions sitting right in the Blight backyard.

“You actually live in a mansion?”, Amity skeptically asked and Luz shook her head.

“Normally, Eda travels around with us, but she has to complete a special mission for her sister, to get some money. Until then, Lilith cares for us.”, she explained and Amity nodded.

“And why did you wanna steal from us, then, if your mentor is earning money right now?”, she asked, more curious than accusing and Luz shrank.

“She-… She told me that the inn was too expensive yesterday… And, I, I feel guilty about that. I didn’t want her to earn money alone, so I tried to help.”

Amity slowly nodded, looking over to the mansion again, then she got a mischievous gleam in her eyes that Luz had the chance to see once already when she had gotten her that treat.

“I can help you.”, she finally declared and Luz gulped, before following the little witch out of her room, her eyes blown wide.

“W-Wait, how do you wanna help me?”, she asked but Amity shook her head and motioned her to be quiet, before sneaking along the railing while keeping a look out downstairs so no servant would see them. Luz instinctively bent down and kept quiet, until Amity reached a door to her side. It was across the stairwell from her room and she grinned at Luz.

Pushing the door open, they entered the relatively small room, which was really just small for a mansion, not for Luz, and her jaw promptly fell.

They were in a jewelry room of sorts, necklaces and bracelets and earrings as far as Luz could see. There were some pieces presented on open vitrines and in the middle on a table, and she gulped.

“Wow… I’ve never seen that much jewelry in one place.”, she mumbled. Ducking, she followed Amity to a wooden cabinet, a vanity of sorts, and watched her open a door there. Grimacing, she shuffled closer to Amity, very much intimidated by all the wealth around her, while the witch didn’t really mind.

“Are you allowed to be in here?”, the seven-year-old asked and she shushed her, only to rummage around all the boxes in there, making Luz look to the door anxiously, “Can-… Can we go?”

Amity gave her a sign to wait just a little longer, then she finally straightened up again, holding a simple necklace in her hands, grinning. It was made from red pearls, something very valuable, Luz had heard from Eda, and had a big pendant that looked like it was made from glass.

“This should help out a little.”, Amity whispered and nudged Luz to turn around and leave again, following her after making sure that the vanity looked just as it had before, and that nothing was out of place in the room. The two girls snuck back to Amity’s room and she giggled when she closed the door again, encouraging Luz to relax some more.

“Okay, here you go.”, she pushed the necklace with the pendant in Luz’s hands and she looked back at her, shocked.

“W-Wait, you can’t just-… Give this to me! This is really expensive! Won’t your parents find out?!”, she exclaimed in a hushed tone, which made her sound even more panicked than she had felt in this room. Trying to give Amity the necklace back, she shook her head, horrified at taking this from her now friend, “Take it back, take it back! I don’t want your parents finding out and punishing us!”

The girl merely laughed and shook her head, lifting her hands so Luz had to keep the necklace.

“My mom and dad never wear that. They only wear the newest jewelry on the shelves and push everything else into that vanity. I took it from far back, they’ve forgotten it’s there.”, putting on a more serious face, she finally clasped Luz’s hands in hers and caught her panicked gaze, “Luz, you need this more than my parents. You wanna help out your mom to keep you and your brother. I think that makes the necklace worth something, at least.”

Luz had stopped trying to push the necklace back in Amity’s hands and felt tears starting to well up as she listened, then she let her hands sink again, the necklace hanging from her fingers.

“But-… But What if they find out I took it? They would never let us be friends, then.”, she gulped and rubbed her neck, knowing exactly what happened to thieves that were caught, “I don’t think they’ll spare us the punishment, either.”

Again, Amity shook her head and this time, grabbed for Luz’s shoulders.

“Trust me. They won’t find out that thing is missing. They never open these doors, except to shove things they don’t want in there.”, she squeezed Luz’s shoulders, “You should have it. I don’t want you to go back to an orphanage, because we wouldn’t be able to see each other again, then.”

Wiping her eyes, Luz sniffled, before managing a shaky smile.

“O-Okay, thank you…”, she mumbled and stuffed the necklace into her pockets, before pouting, “But I still wanna be your friend. Without stuff like necklaces, too.”

Giddily grinning, Amity nodded at that, before getting an idea.

“Hey, wait! Can you read?”, she asked and Luz nodded wildly, squaring her shoulders in pride.

“Yeah! Eda says I can read better than anyone else!”, she said and Amity giggled, finding the other girl’s antics endearing.

“I want you to read something if you like stories!”, she already ran to her bookshelf and Luz interestedly followed, already having forgotten the weight of the expensive jewelry in her pants, “Because I read a book that I like a lot and I wanna do a book club! But I don’t have anyone else who would want to read that book.”

She climbed the lowest shelf and Luz jumped to hold her waist, looking up to where Amity was grabbing.

“I do like stories a lot! Eda wrote down a few stories for me and I sometimes got to read tales in bookstores when I had some free time!”, she helpfully answered and Amity nodded, finally having reached the book she wanted to find.

Luz let her down to the floor again and Amity handed it to her. On the cover, she could see a witch with green hair, holding up a sword, and another female demon was holding the hilt of the sword a little lower.

“The good witch Azura?”, Luz asked and Amity nodded excitedly, grinning.

“Yeah! Do you wanna read it?”, she excitedly asked and Luz wholeheartedly smiled back.

“I do wanna read it!”, she giggled and Amity clasped her hands around hers holding the book.

“I hope you like it as much as I do because then we can talk about it all the time and play Azura’s and Hecate’s adventures!”

Luz blanked out at that. This was her dream coming true. Reading more stories that she craved, playing pretend with a real friend that she could see every day from now on, and having someone to talk to. She couldn’t help but feel her lips stretch into a big smile, and relished in the feeling of Amity’s warm hands pressed against hers. This was perfect. The sugary sweet treat still lingered in her mouth, she had pockets full of jewelry to help Eda and she had just been given a recommended story by her friend that she made. A friend she made.

Her breath hitching, she finally broke from Amity’s grasp and before the girl could say anything, Luz hugged her tightly. Amity froze at first, but she soon relaxed and melted in her hug, before slinging her arms tightly around her back and nuzzling her face into Luz’s neck.

“Thank you…”, Luz mumbled and Amity nodded, pressing herself against the other girl.

“… Thank you for being my friend…”, the witch mumbled back and Luz gave a little chuckle at that, before hearing a weird noise over the city outside. It almost sounded like a scream, but as if that scream was interrupted again and again, with a slamming noise in between. In an instant, Amity parted from her.

“Oh no, it’s already midnight!”, she exclaimed and Luz tilted her head.

“How did you know?”, she asked and Amity pointed outside, towards the city center.

“That’s the sign the Bonesborough clock gives when it’s midnight. It’s so late already, I should’ve been in bed for so long.”, grimacing, she hugged Luz again, almost too quickly because Luz had no chance to hug her back, “You gotta go now! I’m sure your guardian is already worried!”

Slapping her forehead, Luz stared at Amity and grimaced.

“Oh right! Eda wanted to come back tonight and look after us! What if she already did and sees that I’m missing?!”, moving quickly, she ran to the window and climbed to the windowsill, before pushing the book into her pants’ hem and slipping on her boots again. Amity turned and grabbed the treat from her nightstand, to give it to her.

“Give this to your brother!”, she hurriedly pushed the cupcake into Luz’s hands and smiled at her, “Can we meet at the fence right after lunch?”

Taking a moment to smile, Luz finally nodded and grinned at her newly made friend.

“Yes! I’ll be there after lunch and wait for you. And then we can play!”, she waved to Amity with a quick goodbye, before climbing down the corner of the house, using the protruding stones as a ladder and taking care the treat wouldn’t touch the walls, then she waved to Amity again who was looking after her and ran towards Lilith’s mansion.

She protected the book and the treat from the undergrowth as she made her way back the way she had snuck in here, through the forest and shrubbery until she reached the fence. Climbing over the fence wasn’t as difficult as she would’ve thought, especially since the iron decorations served as steps for her, then she ran back to her room and climbed the mansion the same way as she had done up to Amity’s room. Making her way back into the room proved more difficult since she had to transfer herself to the windowsill and almost squished the treat, but she was able to preserve it and open the window, before slipping inside. Luckily, nobody but a sleeping Gus was in here and she put the treat on his nightstand, before pulling out the necklace.

Looking around, she finally opened her nightstand and was about to put it in there, when she heard a hollow noise when the pendant hit the floor of the drawer. Furrowing her eyebrows, she pressed her nails into the tiny gap by the sides of the drawer, and, to her surprise, she could take the floor out to reveal a secret department. Finally, after stashing away her treasure and taking off her boots and clothes, she cuddled herself into the fluffy bed with her new pajamas, pressing the book to her chest.

Dreamily, she looked up to the ceiling and smiled to herself. This had gone better than she had thought. She had made another friend, two in a row, and had a book now that she could read!

The necklace was safely hidden on a secret floor in her nightstand drawer, something Eda must’ve owned she was sure, and there was no way this night was going to be forgotten.

After putting the book away, she turned to the side and curled up, kind of missing Gus’ and Eda’s warmth since they were used to sleeping together, but soon, she felt herself slipping away to sleep.

Her eyes drooped and she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so content with herself. She just hoped Amity wouldn’t think she only wanted to be friends with her to get more expensive stuff from her parents.

But she had told her, it would be okay, she believed.

Tomorrow Lilith would give them some lessons again, her in fighting and Gus in magic, and she would be able to see Amity again soon. After dinner, they had agreed, and Luz was already so excited. She would make sure to read a little bit in the book Amity had given her, and maybe she would even be willing to read some with her!

Smiling, Luz cuddled into her sheets. She couldn’t understand why Eda didn’t like being in Bonesborough. For her, it had just begun and she had already made two friends, started knight training, and would get warm meals for now. She felt content here, and maybe she could stay for a little while. She had nothing against their original lifestyle, but she had so many possibilities here!

Since she was already dreaming about her day, it didn’t take her long to slip into a well-deserved sleep, continuing to dream of her achievements and possibilities.

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MLWTBB: This Isn't Goodbye

Part 12 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”

rated: M warnings: drowning, discussions of sex, implied character death, attempted suicide, implied sex relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 2000+ words

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summary: Hannah is confronted by a long-kept secret of hers that she refuses to bring to light. and after the Bad Batch take on a mission that goes horribly wrong, Hannah experiences one of her worst fears imaginable, bringing her to a breaking point of seemingly no return. everything that she’s faced up until this point will culminate into a life-changing moment that will affect the future for her and the group of Clones that she’s adopted as her new family.

notes: so I actually wrote this chapter shortly before the Coruscant arc in season 2. which made the stuff with Echo hit even harder for me rereading it 🥺 also, I will not budge on my headcanon about certain members of TBB enjoying 79s more than the others 😉

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

previous chapter

Chapter 1: A Sensitive Subject

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Mornings were the worst. Not a single day had gone by where Hannah thought it was a good thing to be awake before the sun was high in the sky. She’d always been that way, even as a child. And yet, for most of her life, it seemed like getting up in the morning was the norm, per society’s standards.

Some days were harder than others, of course. Especially if she hadn’t slept well the night before.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright, master?” Clank asked Hannah with concern in his tone. “I could take over for you today if you need me to.”

“I told you before,” Hannah answered matter-of-factly. “I’ll be fine. If I need help, I’ll let you know.”

Clank let out a small sigh and replied with a “roger, roger”. He knew better than to press his master too hard, lest she get unnecessarily but understandably aggravated.

Hannah honestly wasn’t too concerned for herself. Ever since her Battle Droid companion had come into the picture, she’d found it much easier to deal with whatever problems she was facing in the day. Her apartment had never been cleaner, and her days working in Cid’s Parlor were always pleasant. And although she still often got visits from the rest of her family, having Clank constantly around meant she never had to be on her own. It was a welcome feeling. Hannah never truly felt alone anymore.

Perhaps that’s why she felt such a need to hide her true feelings about what had happened the night before. Even when Clank had found her in her shaken state that morning, she’d brushed it off and reassured him that it was just a simple nightmare, nothing to be concerned about. Clank didn’t even understand the idea of dreams in general, so it wasn’t worth spending any time fussing over. Besides, Hannah never liked to be fussed over, period.

So she was going to do what she always did whenever something inconvenienced her: act like nothing was wrong and hope that no one noticed.

Which rarely ever worked on her adopted family of enhanced Clones.

But she was going to try anyway.

Luckily for her, the first ones to visit the parlor that day weren’t any of them. Bolo and Ketch were always the first ones in, and they rarely bothered Hannah outside of their usual greetings and drink orders. But not too long after they’d come in, the familiar loud footsteps of Wrecker came in through the door, followed by the softer but still recognizable footsteps of Echo and Tech.

Hannah braced for impact as soon as she heard them.

“Mornin’, Hannah!” Wrecker exclaimed as he made his way over to the bar. The loudness of his voice made Hannah’s ears ring, and she cringed a bit at the brief ringing in her head.

“Easy, Wrecker,” Tech chimed in, noticing Hannah’s reaction. “You know how she is in the morning.”

“Ahh, right, sorry,” Wrecker continued in a much more hushed tone.

Hannah let out a chuckle and patted Wrecker’s arm from across the counter. “That’s alright, Big Guy. I appreciate it.”

“Are we the only ones here?” Echo asked as he took a seat at the bar.

“Aside from Bolo and Ketch, yeah,” Hannah answered, gesturing to the two in question, who were hunched over one of the game machines.

“Heh, Hunter finally givin’ ya some space?” Wrecker teased as he took the seat next to Echo.

Hannah’s face scrunched up and she let out an amused scoff. “Not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but whatever.”

“Didn’t you two spend the night together?” Wrecker continued to prod in a playful manner.

Hannah couldn’t stop a tickled smile from spreading onto her face. “Most of it, yes.”

“Yeahhhhh, I bet you did!” Wrecker apparently had no intention of letting up his jesting and nodded at her knowingly with a wide grin.

A snort erupted from Hannah, and she covered her mouth as she shook her head. “It’s not what you think, ok, my gosh.”

“Suuuuuure it isn’t.” Wrecker gave her an exaggerated wink, which made Hannah break out into snickers.

“Yeah, I’m with Wrecker on this one,” Echo chimed in. “You don’t have to hide it, we all know. Kinda obvious when Hunter doesn’t come back to the ship some nights, just sayin’.”

Hannah rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, both from embarrassment and frustration. “That’s not an indication of anything, thank you very much.”

“Aww, quit bein’ shy, Hannah!” Wrecker continued to tease, going so far as to poke her from across the counter.

“We’re only teasing cause we care,” Echo added. “And cause it’s fun. No need to be so serious about it.”

“Well, I am serious about it!” Hannah retorted. Her tone was clearly aggravated, and it surprised Wrecker and Echo to hear. “Legitimately, nothing happened last night, ok!” She let out a small huff and turned away from them with her arms crossed, hoping they wouldn’t prod her any further.

A moment of silence passed, then Tech decided to speak up. “In Hannah’s defense, Hunter did in fact return to the ship last night, albeit it was well past the time you all had gone to sleep. He also left early this morning to take his daily jog, before any of you woke up.”

Echo and Wrecker contemplated this for a moment before Wrecker finally asked, “did somethin’ happen between you two? Are ya in a fight or somethin’?”

Hannah remained turned away and shook her head. “No, we’re fine. There’s nothing wrong. I just wish you guys would stop assuming so much about us all the time, it’s annoying.”

“What do ya mean?” Echo asked curiously.

After letting out a sigh, Hannah faced the others again. She looked over to make sure Bolo and Ketch weren’t paying attention, then leaned in closer, speaking in a quieter tone. “Believe it or not, Hunter and I are taking our time with... certain things. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it anymore.”

It seemed like Wrecker was having a hard time getting the memo, but Echo understood immediately and looked back at Hannah in shock. “Oh... I’m... I’m genuinely surprised to hear that. I mean, with the way you two act, I assumed you were--”

“Well, we’re not!” Hannah exclaimed as quietly as she could. Her face was quickly starting to heat up again and was definitely turning red.

A look of realization crossed Wrecker’s face, and he let out a long gasp. “Wait... you mean... you’re not...”

“No, Wrecker,” Tech interjected, very matter-of-factly. “They are not sleeping together.”

Wrecker’s jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out from pure shock. “Wha... no way! Why not?”

Hannah had dropped her head on the counter by this point to hide her growing embarrassment and said nothing, only letting out small annoyed groans in response.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate to ask, Wrecker,” Tech answered in Hannah’s place.

“Well, I wanna know!” Wrecker sounded almost annoyed, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He continued to address Hannah, saying, “Has he not asked ya yet? He has to’ve! I mean, he had no problem askin’ those girls back at 79s when we used to go there! Why wouldn’t he ask you?”

Hannah remained flopped over the counter, although her body language indicated she was clearly tensing up.

“Can it, Wrecker,” Echo said, giving Wrecker a shove for emphasis. “She doesn’t wanna talk about it. And you mentioning that is only makin’ it worse!”

“What, about 79s?”

“Yes!”

“Oh... I uhh... didn’t think about that...”

“Clearly!!”

Tech once again butted in, adding, “I would assume having that information is crucial, all things considered.”

Finally, unable to handle the conversation any longer, Hannah’s head jolted up, and she practically shouted, “I already know!!”

The sudden outburst surprised everyone in the room; even Bolo and Ketch had their attention briefly drawn to it. Hannah’s face had grown incredibly red and a few beads of sweat coalesced on her hairline. She let out a long sigh through her nose before slowly lifting herself off the counter to address the Clones, trying her hardest to keep calm as she spoke.

“I know all about the types of… things you guys used to do before leaving the army. Hunter already told me. And I’m actually ok with it. In fact, I have no problem with it. In fact, I’m glad he’s more experienced than me in that area!”

The brief pause Hannah gave allowed Wrecker to ask yet again, “so, why haven’t ya done it yet?”

Hannah pursed her lips tightly before responding. “Because... I... I’m not...” She let out a small sigh and looked away again, keeping herself leaned on the counter against her hands. Her words were mostly mumbled as she spoke again. “It’s not like he hasn’t asked me, ok; we’ve already talked about it. I’m the one who isn’t ready yet.”

It went silent again as each of the boys looked at each other, contemplating Hannah’s words.

“We... already agreed about it,” Hannah eventually continued, still mumbling a bit. “He said he wouldn’t bring it up or ask me about it. I have to be the one to initiate it, basically.” She began to wring her hands together and tilted her face to the floor. “Which means it’ll probably never happen...”

She wasn’t looking at them, but Hannah could tell Echo and Tech were looking at her sympathetically. And Wrecker had grown almost downright worried, especially judging by his tone of voice. “Why do ya say that?” he asked.

Hannah just gave a shrug in response, her face still aimed at the ground. She knew the answer, but didn’t want to say it. Although she trusted the boys and had already been quite open with them, the particular subject was a sensitive one for her. It was hard enough admitting to still being a virgin in her mid 30s, but also being unable to bring herself to letting Hunter change that for her. And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust Hunter, either; it was quite the opposite. And she definitely wasn’t averse to the idea of sleeping with him in general judging by how many times she’d fantasized about it already.

The simple answer? She was scared. And she didn’t even know why. She’d admitted as much to Hunter before. Even after all his reassurances, she’d still been too nervous to do it. Thank the stars he’d been so understanding. But also, if he wasn’t going to bring it up again, would it ever actually happen? Or would her fear continue to overtake her like it usually did whenever she was confronted with something unknown or difficult?

How much longer were her fears going to control her life?

Time and time again, she’d been proven wrong. Volruna. Her first meeting with The Krag. Hosnian Prime. Chaze. The dark alley with Clank. She was much more capable than she believed.

Then why?

Why?

Why was she so afraid?

“She doesn’t have to say it.” Echo’s voice snapped Hannah out of her thoughts. “It’s not our business. And she already asked us not to talk about it. So let’s just leave it at that.”

A grateful smile crept onto Hannah’s face. Maker, was she thankful for Echo. Despite all his teasing, he’d more than shown why Hannah had chosen him as her best friend. If it were just him there, maybe she would’ve had the courage to actually talk about her feelings. She might’ve even shared about her nightmare with him.

He was more than a friend. He was a brother to her.

He was still Echo, though. And like a brother, he couldn’t help but tease her some more.

“Besides, I guarantee we’ll know when it actually happens. She won’t be able to hide it.” 

A smirk spread on Echo’s face, and he crossed his arms smugly. Hannah looked at him and shook her head, unable to hide the smirk that was spreading on her own face.

“You’re on thin ice, Handy Man,” she teased, clearly trying to hold back a laugh.

[next chapter]

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #self-insert #selfshipping #if you've read my TBB headcanons then you know exactly what I'm talking about here #and that's all I'll say LOL #star warz #my storiez

[thegirlwiththestrangereality]

It All Began With the Backwards Hat

The day started like any day I've had recently. I didn't sleep well, I was asleep but my mind wandered all night to different timelines and different realities and yet none that were memorable. The only memorable aspect was feeling how complicated those worlds actually were, complicated for no other reason than the fact that *I* made them complicated. I woke up later than I really needed and I decided I would just throw a hat on. Normally when I throw my hat on at work it is for the sole purpose of remaining incognito; however, this was solely because I didn't wash my hair and it was looking oily. I left the house, ate my captain crunch while driving to work, and began my work day.

Work is very slow right now. There is no freight, and when there is no freight, it means overstaff. When we send the kids (associates, but I refer to them as my kids) to overstaff, it costs the building anyways, so there isn't a real need to care about hours, volume, nothing. They make us do pointless tasks that don't matter but it keeps them occupied. Now that I think about it, if you let the busy bees *think* long enough, they might realize they're NPCs. ANYWHO, so the day was already expected to be slow, and on these days I try to keep myself occupied so as to avoid thinking about how long my day actually is. Luckily for me I had to take an HR call regarding my sweet assistant manager, Kirstin. She has been bullied by several people for over a year now and finally took it upon herself to go to HR and make SHIT happen. They called to ask for my input as a witness and I shared the whole truth about her misfortune. Without a doubt he will be getting fired. Having such a birds eye view of the situation, I can see this is God's way of forcing him out, because I know he has settled, given up on life, and made Amazon his forever. And that is not where his story ends. He will think it's a bad thing, as we all do, but hopefully he sees it is for his benefit.

Right before this I got an email that I had won a scholarship to go to Washington D.C. for Latino Advocacy Week. I had applied a few weeks back not giving it much thought and would you look at God! It's an all expense paid trip, and fingers crossed this is the door into my new career.

After the first hour and a half of my day, my hat started to bother me. It often does because it makes my forehead itchy, but I can generally get through 3/4 of my day before this starts to really bother me. It started at 9:00am and I really was not about it. I couldn't see everything, my forehead itched, and I just wanted to cover my oily hair, so I did something I have never done at work, I put my hat backwards. I am not sure what this did or even why it did but it feels as though I entered a different reality.

Brandon came up to me and I believe we were continuing the conversation about NPCs and who they are and what they do. Brandon talked about the different layers of characters: main character, main side character, side character, non-killable NPCs, and NPCs. As we started talking, it became very apparent how much of a simulation we are actually in. It seemed as though I was on the verge of exiting the matrix. But what is on the other side? Is there another side?

Our conversation was interrupted and I went up to the front of the building for unimportant work stuff, when my sister called me. I went into the new 2 person zen booth my building had installed and took her call. She told me about the dream she had of a woman who was brutally killing everything and everyone after she had been sexually abused. We talked for about an hour and basically came to the realization Alyssa had traveled through the timelines and came to the source of her trauma in a dream. We discovered that she is the creator of her own trauma, but aren't we all? I could go into detail of how that realization came to be but that is a story for another time. I talked to her for about an hour, bouncing from her, to my dad, to my mom, to my papa and then to me and back to her. After my conversation with my sister, I walked back to the floor and continued my conversation about the hierarchy of characters with Brandon and suprisingly Joe.

As Brandon and I started talking again, Joe also happened to be there. I have always been the type to only discuss in deep conversations with those I've felt comfortable with. And by comfortable I mean allowing my intuition to decide who's drinking the spiritual juice and who isn't. However, Joe has always been a special one. I knew when he first got to my job, I would have to be his friend. He desperately craved companionship and yet the desperation completely turned me off from him. And yet, there was something special about him. I did not know what, but there were moments I found myself thinking about him differently.

As the conversation developed, Joe talked about how he was a side character, but a side character that knew exactly who he was. He lived out of the matrix in a way that allowed him to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He lived in such a way that allowed him to fly under the radar and yet also exist in a brilliant way. So to the world he was just Joe, and yet all of a sudden i could see Joe. I kid you not, I saw exactly what I knew always existed, this confidence, this authenticity, this knowing of self. And THAT right there people is what lights me up. Joe talked about life as a side character and how it allowed him to exist so freely. We talked about how his life is better that he is not the main character because he is able to get so much more done. We talked about how he is everywhere and he is nowhere and how he can enjoy life without having to be so involved. He said he doesn't mind being a side character because he finds other things to keep him busy. But the moral of the story is he is aware but not disconnected. So basically, Joe is Joe.

The day continues and by this point 2 people have said, Alexa I didn't recognize you, I thought we got a new manager. This made me question how this was possible but it made me wonder, if I challenge the perception people have of me just enough, does this allow me to challenge the matrix and see people differently and reach those I wouldn't normally have these discussions with? Or could it just be something in the air the Universe was carrying throughout the collective?

I found myself everywhere and nowhere all day but it wasn't until I entered back into the 2 person zen booth for my 1:1 with Mona that I finally entered back into the matrix. I took care of some more work stuff and was brought back to reality. As much as I tried to go back in, it was as though God had said that is enough for one day. I challenged it time and time again, but the conversation continued to be interrupted for anything other than work talk. LOL I guess if you spend your day high you have to come back down at some point. For the record I was high on life. :)

By the time my day was complete 5 people had no clue who I was with my backwards hat and it was the most fun I had had at work in a while. I think what this is trying to teach me is that in my next career journey, the matrix will be even stronger but it is up to me to live within the timelines and recognize where I end and where the work begins. I don't share this depth with many people, mostly out of fear of looking strange, but that is what I am here for: to sound strange, to challenge the collective, and help them see the world as it is for me, and how it could be for you. Until next time.

#the matrix #spirituality #liminal space #alternate dimension #npc #work

[xieula]

Bruno and Camilo's reaction after making you cry.

Part Two !

Chosen Pronouns: Y/N = She/Her | Bruno = He/Him | Camilo = He/They

Summary: You have an arguement with them and ended up making you cry due to the exhaustion eating them up.

Warning: Screaming, Mentions of trauma, spoilers, extreme angst & arguements

Bruno

you always hated arguements due to the fact that your parents used to have arguements frequently when you were only seven.

But it just had to happen again, but this time with your boyfriend, huh?

You were at the bakery, just helping out your family.

You liked making donuts there while in the bakery though.

But, Bruno?

He's struggling with a lot of things.

First, someone requested Bruno to see their future, Bruno warned them for what was going to happen next. Either a bad luck or worse.

The person of course, as usual,said that they're not going to get mad at Bruno just to see a stupid vision of their own future.

But alas, they did get mad. They said how they never should've requested a vision in the first place and tried attacking Bruno. Luckily, Bruno had the confidence to push them out.

Bruno has had the worst day. Now, he has to deal with the gossips, he just wants to buy something for his fellow rats. But, people would stay away from him.. especially after that *ahem* goldfish incident.

Bruno was absolutely overwhelmed. He just wanted to be in your.. arms.

He wanted you to comfort him.

To make him feel special.

But he had no time for that right now.

He strolled around Encanto and spotted you, just finished helping around the family at the bakery.

He wanted to just run up to you and hug you tight, like really tight.

But he also still had to help around his family too, (because this was after Abuela and the Madrigal family welcomed him back to the family.)

While he was in the middle of his work, it has been 5 hours now. You want to hug him already! You haven't seen him since morning..

As you caught him just trying to sweep some dust out, you ran up to him and hugged him like it was the last time you'd ever hug someone.

"Bruno!! I missed you dearly."

"Y/N, not now..." Bruno said, with his annoyed tone.

"Wha- Uhh, excuse me? I haven't seen you since morning! What do you mean not now?!" You replied in an instant.

"Y/N, not. now."

"*sigh* whatever bruno. i'll see you after another five hours, I guess." You lowered your head down, if you had the power to control the weather- then some little raining clouds will appear up above your head, and create a thunder storm, that's how sad you are.

After 5 hours, you just took a little nap. There was nothing to do anyway.

When you've realized 5 hours have passed by, your mood brightened up in hopes that Bruno may be done with his chores now.

You ran your way towards there, only to see him with another.. woman.

"eh?" You whispered to yourself.

"Bruno? Is that Bruno?" You thought to yourself.

Seeing him with another girl doesn't make you jealous at all. You know Bruno loves you and you love Bruno.

But thing is, that woman was absolutely stunning. Big chest, her hair styled, dress fancy.. like she came from a modern place.

While you..? You're just.. another ordinary human. White top, some accessories on, and a skirt. That's it, just like any other people.

And you wouldn't be jealous at all.. if he wasn't blushing right now.

Why is there some sort of red in his face? You've never made him blush like that before..

You waited in his home, your feet constantly tapping the floor. In fear that he may have been.. cheating on you.

Bruno opened his door to see you.

"It's you, mi vida." Bruno spoke.

"Yeah, aha. It's me." You replied in a quite cold tone.

"What's with the cold expression?" Bruno stammered.

"Oh nothing.. just that i saw you with another woman and you were blushing.. what was wrong, mi amor? Why were you blushing?" You got to the point right away, also trying to prevent an arguement just by asking a simple question is all.

"You.. saw that? Hey! Were you stalking us..?"

"Of course not. I told you I'd come back to you in five hours, remember..?"

"Right.."

You didn't know what was going through Bruno's mind, but all you know is that you suspect him of cheating.

"Have you been.. cheating, on me Bruno?"

That was when Bruno snapped.

"C- Cheat? Do you seriously think I would cheat? Do you really think I'm THAT type of person?!"

"N- No, Bruno, I didnt mean it that wa-"

Bruno's hand smacked the door to keep it tightly shut.

"If you really think I would cheat, then what type of girlfriend are you?"

"Bruno."

"If you really think of me that way.. maybe I should cheat on yo-"

"BRUNO!"

Bruno's voice went quiet.

Only to see your eyes tearing up.

What has he done now?

"W- Why would you? Did you seriously just say that you should just maybe cheat on me?"

"I- I.. y/n, I didnt think before I say, I swear-"

You pushed Bruno out of the way and opened the door.

Bruno watched as you just.. left him like that.. so easily.

All because of him.

Camilo

This one might hurt a lot- but Camilo never showed a slight interest in you.

Not even a tiny bit.

Now you were wondering what got you guys together if Camilo never liked you.

Out of pity, perhaps?

He'll think guilt will eat him alive if he rejected you?

Because he doesn't want to see your sad face ?

Whatever it is, you don't know the answer to that.

Camilo has only shown interest of the new girl in town.

Brown hair.. butterfly hair clip... green eyes.. modern dress.. and so on.

She had everything you wanted.

Which made you jealous.

It made you seem selfish, i know, but wouldn't you also be jealous if Camilo showed interest in this new girl ?

Who's a pick-me.

She knows Camilo has a s/o, but she didn't even care at all. That's when Camilo started falling in love with her. He fell right onto that girl's trap.

It was a regular day, as usual. Until there has been a new gossip around town.

Such things as, "Camilo may have a little crush on the new girl, what will his s/o think of this?.." and "the new girl in town said that Camilo is her future husband."

Pfft.. future husband? You got to be kidding me.

You approached the new girl and told her how Camilo is YOUR boyfriend and hes taken already.

"Puh-leeze. I wouldn't even give a single damn if he's taken or not, honey. He'll be the happist man alive when we get married." Was all she replied with, shes rich with money.

"Now who are you to say that? And.. Married?! Camilo would never marry a stubborn, selfish, BRAT like you!"

"Uh- SELFISH? Aren't YOU the one interrupting our little happy relationship together?! And excuse me- my name is Veronica, not stubborn, selfish, brat!"

"Well, Ve-ro-ni-ca, you guys don't have a happy little relationship together, while you guys have this so called, "little" relationship I and Camilo own a big relationship, thank you."

"Ugh. Just accept that me and Camilo are happy in our relationship and Camilo is not happy being in yours."

That's when Camilo jumped into the scene,

"Veronica? ..And Y/N? Just as I was supposed to introduce Veronica to you, Y/N! Haha! Guess I was a little bit late to the party, no?"

"Camilo-"

"Anyway, my sugar plum honey Camilo- Y/N is a mess. We shall stay away from her for a while.. "

"Camilo..?"

"I'll wait for you at my house, honeyyy!~"

"Y/N.. hah, sorry about that.. she's from another country called America."

"I can tell."

"Well-"

"Camilo.. why is she calling you "honey"? "Sugar plum" ?.."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that-"

"That you guys are together in a relationship?"

"Y/N.."

"What? That you never even loved me from the start of our relationship? Hm?"

"Y/N, I love you and you know that."

"You never did!"

"Y/N! LOOK, THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SHOULD'VE JUST REJECTED YOU!"

"Wha..?"

"I NEVER LOVED YOU. I NEVER DID!"

"..."

"Veronica is way more better than you, anyway. Hmph."

"Camilo, what on earth are you talking about?" You felt your blood rush through your veins.

"Goodbye, Y/N. I'm breaking up with you. Thanks anyway, I really needed to let all those out.. hope we can still be friends , though."

"Never. At this point, don't even look me in the eye."

Hello yall, and yes, this is original. I went, "what?! Cmon, theres barely even angst here on the Encanto fandom!!"

Should I do another part but with a happy ending? I got a bit mad at Camilo's part, so instead of y/n staying silent as the coward she is, she got the courage to be a #girlboss !!!

#aesthetic #my writing #camilo x reader #gaming #camilo my beloved #camilo madrigal #bruno x reader #bruno my beloved #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #encanto disney #encanto x reader #encanto #mirabel x reader #x reader #dolores x reader #angst to fluff #encanto angst #fluff to angst #flufftober2021 #encanto fluff #camilo encanto #bruno encanto #disney #camilo angst #imagine #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #encanto fanfic

[starryhyuck]

pretty girl. (m)

pairing: alpha!jaemin x reader

words: 4.3k+

summary: you hate that jaemin follows you around every full moon. you’re determined to know the reason why, but you end up getting more than you asked for.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: large amounts of cum, manhandling, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, fingering, hair pulling, rough sex, oral sex

“It’s dangerous for you to be out here.”

You blink twice at Jaemin, who is hovering protectively over your form. As your best friend, Jaemin’s always been cautious of you because of his alpha instincts. This oddly includes finding him in your apartment on random days, cooking you dinner because you ‘can’t make it yourself,’ walking you around campus and glaring at anyone who glances your way, and finally, following you to places he should never be at anyways. Tonight falls under the last category, where you were itching to have a nice time with some of your group partners in your Economics class. You all collectively agreed that grabbing drinks at the nearby bar on campus was a good idea. Everything was going perfectly until Jaemin came storming into the bar, almost pushing one of your friends from his spot next to you.

You awkwardly clear your throat, laughing breathily as you stand, trying to move Jaemin away from the table. You can feel the heavy stares of your classmates on your back, and you try your best to ignore it. Once you’re out of earshot, you mumble lowly to him.

“Uh, Jaem, why are you here?”

He frowns at you. The expression on his face is clearly one of disappointment. “It’s a full moon. You shouldn’t be out here, especially if there are other alphas lurking around.”

You tend to frequently forget that Jaemin gets extremely clingy when the full moon rises, and he often perceives most of the population as a threat to your life. In fact, you’re both very good friends with Jeno, another fellow alpha on campus. Jeno’s shown time after time that he has absolutely no interest in you, but when the full moon appears, Jaemin’s convinced that Jeno wants to kidnap you and keep you locked in his dorm forever.

You sigh. “Jaemin, I’m fine. I’m just hanging out with my friends. There are no alphas around, I promise.”

His frown grows deeper. “I passed two of them on the way here. They could have easily hurt you.”

“How about you have a drink with us?” You offer, knowing his worries aren’t subsiding anytime soon. “You can relax and make sure I’m safe.”

The tension in his shoulders loosen at your suggestion, and he hesitantly agrees. You order a beer for him and he reluctantly follows you back to the table. Your friends are eyeing him warily.

“Everyone, this is Jaemin,” you introduce awkwardly. “Is it okay if he joins us?”

Jeongyeon is the first to speak, despite everyone’s reluctance. “Sure, the more the merrier!”

You toss her a grateful smile and Jaemin slides in next to you, unaware of the looks he’s receiving. Luckily, Seulgi launches into a discussion about her day before anyone else can comment. It isn’t long before Chanwoo leans over to whisper in your ear, causing Jaemin to stiffen beside you.

“Is your friend okay? He looks like he hates all of us.”

You brush off Chanwoo’s question. “He’s fine, just tense. Rough time in the semester, you know?”

Chanwoo nods but doesn’t seem convinced by your answer. No one else approaches you about Jaemin for the rest of the time, and the boy next to you chooses to remain silent. You bid goodbye to the group at the end of the night with Jaemin giving subtle nods to each of them. He still hovers protectively over you on the walk back to the campus dorms.

“You really didn’t have to come out tonight,” you mumble to your best friend as he walks alongside you. “I was fine on my own.”

“You’re not fine on nights like these,” he responds, and you can hear the frustration in his tone. “You don’t know what’s out there.”

You huff and stop in your tracks, turning around to face him. You cross your arms over your chest.

“No one is going to hurt me! No one has ever tried to hurt me on a full moon, it’s just your imagination! It’s annoying how much you follow me around, Jaemin, seriously.”

He’s visibly hurt by your outburst and you instantly feel regret. You can almost feel him shutting you away, and it pulls at your chest. He motions to your dorm, which is only a few feet away from where you’re standing.

“Good night. I hope you sleep well.”

“Jaemin-“

You watch as your best friend scurries down the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance back at you.

—

You startle Jeno the next day, pounding on his door and ignoring the glares you’re receiving in his hallway. The boy sleepily opens the door up for you, hair sticking out in multiple directions. He mumbles something under his breath and you ignore him, pushing through and entering his room.

“Well, come on in,” he hisses sarcastically.

You have no time to humor him. “Are alphas usually super clingy and annoying?”

He pauses at the question, closing the door slowly. You raise an eyebrow at his hesitation.

“Um, is this about Jaemin?”

“Maybe,” you drawl, watching Jeno carefully. He definitely knows something he’s not telling you about. “And what if it was?”

“Then I would say you need to talk to Jaemin.”

You roll your eyes. “Jeno!”

“What?” He retorts, avoiding your eyes as much as possible. “It’s not my place to say.”

“I don’t care if it’s your place or not,” you say, frustrated by your lack of alpha knowledge. You’ve tried to learn more since Jaemin presented himself, but it was difficult since many alpha secrets were kept between alphas only. “I need to know what’s going on with him. He’s been following me around every full moon like he’s expecting me to get mugged or something!”

Jeno exhales loudly. “He hasn’t talked to you? About anything?”

You huff. “Jeno, if I needed answers, I wouldn’t be standing here with you.”

The more you talk, the more Jeno grows uncomfortable. It almost seems like it pains him to say anything about Jaemin without him present, and it’s getting on your nerves. Jaemin usually never keeps secrets from you and it must be pretty big if Jeno is barely holding himself together.

Jeno finally speaks after you watch him run circles in his head. “What do you know about mates? Alpha mates?”

You frown, tilting your head to the side. “Mates? I didn’t even know alphas had mates.”

“They’re chosen specifically by an alpha. Someone the alpha has a connection to, someone they would like to spend the rest of their life with.”

He’s still not making any sense to you. Does Jaemin have a mate? Is it someone you know?

Jeno can see the gears spinning and he scoffs. He whispers something under his breath that you can’t hear.

“You need to talk to Jaemin about this. I really can’t say any more.”

You spare Jeno the interrogation and leave his room, thoughts swirling in your head. He’s given you everything and nothing at once, and you don’t even know if Jaemin will offer anything better. You trek over to his dorm anyways, on a mission.

His eyes soften when he sees you behind the door. It tugs at your heartstrings and he motions for you to come inside. The awkward tension drowns the room and you sway on your feet.

“I’m sorry,” he says first. “I know I made you uncomfortable by being with your friends last night, and I should’ve stayed away. I just get very worried around the full moon because-“

“What are alpha mates?”

Jaemin chokes, not expecting your question. You watch as he gathers himself again, and this time, he can’t bear to look at you.

“Where did you hear that from?”

“Jeno.”

Jaemin curses lowly. You frown, your gaze never faltering. You can practically see him trying to come up with some type of excuse.

“Jaemin, I want the truth.”

He sighs. “Can you sit down? Please?”

You reluctantly follow his request, taking a seat on his bed. He paces around the room, looking more nervous than you’ve ever seen him before. You begin to grow antsy while watching him.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

His head snaps up to look at you, heart breaking at the dejected look on your face. He shakes his head and takes a seat next to you.

“I do, I want to tell you everything. I just want you to have a choice first,” he states, staring at you as if you hold all the answers.

You frown and shake your head. “What choice? You’re not making any sense.”

“I, uh, I unknowingly bonded myself to you. You became my mate, and I realized it too late. We spent too much time together and I should have taken a step back before it got too serious. I was just- I’m never in the correct headspace when I’m around you, and it causes me to impulsively make decisions. I can’t break the bond unless I wish to die a slow death, but if you want me to, I can try.”

You’re spiraling. Your brain is short circuiting, and you’re unsure of what to say in response. Your best friend has just confessed that he bonded himself to you for life, which probably runs deeper than marriage. If you reject him, he’ll die a painful death.

Wonderful.

Jaemin starts freaking out, standing back up and resuming his pacing. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have left weeks ago, I shouldn’t even be bothering you with this. Listen, we can forget this ever happened. I’ll just- I’ll figure something out. Surely, I can break the bond-“

“Jaemin,” you say timidly. He stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. “I think I’m okay with being your mate. I mean, I’d rather have it be you than anyone else. Not like you’re my second choice or anything! I just-“

He kneels down, his hands resting on the expanse of your thighs, causing you to jolt at the contact. His hands feel oddly warm, and it’s sending a plethora of dirty thoughts to your head.

“I don’t want you to do this because you feel bad,” he speaks softly. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it. It’s my fault, and I’ll pay the price.”

You protest. “No, I’m doing this because I want to-“

“It’s a big decision-“

“I know that, and I-“

“I hardly think you’ve thought through this carefully-“

“Don’t tell me what I haven’t done-“

“I’ll just move away. It’ll be easier for the both of us that way.”

“Jaemin,” you hiss, placing your hands on his shoulders to stop him. “Can you quit being so difficult? I’m telling you I want to be with you and your rejection is making me feel upset.”

His expression falls. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I don’t want to cage you in, that’s all.”

“You aren’t caging me in,” you promise him. “Can you tell me what being a mate entails?”

He flushes deep red, and you grow anxious once again. He removes his hands from your thighs and you silently wish he kept them there. He stands again, avoiding your questioning gaze.

“Um, well, technically- I mean, it’s just-“

“Jaemin,” you say sternly. “Stop dancing around the subject.”

He clears his throat. “Technically, we’re not fully mated yet. In order to complete the bonding process, we need to- um, well, we need to-“

“Jaemin!”

“We need to fuck!”

That definitely floors you. You blink at him, not believing what he said. You haven’t slept with anyone in months. You’re not going to lie — you’ve thought about Jaemin in that way a handful of times, mostly when it’s late at night and you’re left with an imaginative mind. You didn’t realize it could ever become a reality.

He starts rambling again. “Of course, I don’t want to make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I can’t imagine me putting my dick anywhere near you is appealing at the moment, so we can probably just forget it and-“

You say his name again to bring him out of his thoughts. “Can we try?”

He sputters, more than the last time. “W-What?”

“I mean, it can’t hurt, right? I trust you.”

“U-Uh, um, uh, I-“ He short circuits in front of you, struggling to find coherent words.

You don’t give him time to second guess again, immediately falling to your knees and reaching for the band of his sweatpants.

“Woah, woah, wait, let me just-“

Your mouth waters when you pull his cock out from his briefs, the tip already red and leaking. You don’t know if it’s because he’s an alpha, but his cock is absurdly large and thick. You can barely wrap your hand around the base and the thought of taking him into your mouth is daunting, but you would regret it if you didn’t try. You take an experimental lick, watching the way Jaemin struggles above you.

“Slow down, we don’t have to do this now-“

You ignore him again, enveloping the tip in your mouth as he releases a long groan. Your eyes flutter shut, pushing him deeper and deeper into your throat. You run your tongue along the base of his cock, licking and swallowing him. He’s barely holding on to the last string of his control, and you can tell by the way his hands are clenched at his sides.

You decide to push him further, casually deepthroating him and locking your gaze with his. The sound of you choking on him snaps him awake, and it isn’t long before he’s gripping your hair and throwing you on his bed. You squeal at the force of his movements. He pushes you on your stomach, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass.

He hisses in your ear. “You’re going to be a good girl for your alpha, aren’t you?”

“I’ll be good, alpha,” you keen. “I’m good for you.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, watching as you arch your back. “You’ve been waiting a long time for me, haven’t you?”

“So long,” you practically sob. “Just want my alpha to make me feel good.”

You hear the rip of your skirt and he tears the fabric of your top, tossing both items across the room. He’s feral at this point and you have no intention of stopping him. It feels electrifying to have him this close to you, touching you in all the places you never thought before.

Even though he’s your best friend, it feels as if he’s been doing this with you for years. He doesn’t feel like a stranger as he grabs your waist, finger running up and down your clothed slit.

“Aw, pretty girl, look at how wet you are for me,” he muses, pulling your underwear down to fully see you. “So beautiful. Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “All for you, just for you.”

You see stars when he sinks his finger into you, moaning at his touch. You hear him murmur behind you.

“So so perfect, so pretty and wet. You’re so good for your alpha.”

You flourish under Jaemin’s praises, his eyes observing as you submit further to him. You wish you read more on the subject of alphas and their mates. The way Jaemin’s touching you is sending your mind into overdrive, and you’re not even sure what to do when you hear the slick of your cunt as he slides another finger into you. He’s cooing at you, chanting how you’re such a ‘good girl’ for him.

You shut your eyes as he builds a steady pace with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. You moan loudly, not registering the volume of your voice. He doesn’t seem to mind you being loud either.

“Such pretty noises,” he hums, digging his other hand into your side and picking up the pace inside of you. You cry and squirm away from him, but he holds you in place. “I imagined for so long what you would sound like. Full moons were the worst. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else being able to see you like this, touch you like this. You drove me insane.”

“J-Jaemin,” you whimper, getting closer and closer to snapping.

He hums again in response. “Almost there, sweet girl? You’re so pliant for me, so easy to fuck. But it’s all for me and only me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes, only for you, alpha,” you whisper, fingers gripping the sheets as you near the edge.

“Pretty little pussy you have, I can’t wait to knot you. You’re going to take my knot so well, aren’t you? I chose you to take it, and to stuff your cunt full of my cum. I wonder how I could fit my cock into you, you seem too small to take it, pretty girl.”

“I-I can t-take it,” you struggle to get the words out, your brain turning a bit fuzzy. Once he brushes your sweet spot again, your body explodes and you sob loudly at the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin praises you throughout it, eyes locked on your cunt gushing into his palm.

“So pretty, such a pretty girl. You came so much for me.”

As you float down from your high, you can hear the sound of Jaemin greedily licking his fingers. You nearly scream when you feel his tongue prod at your pussy.

“No, n-no, Jaem, please-“ you begin to beg, squeamish from the overstimulation, but it’s useless. He loves the taste of your cunt already, digging in like it’s his last meal.

Your body begins to ache and you slowly sink down on the bed, tired of arching your back. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, following you down as he slurps up your cunt. You’re mumbling incoherent noises as he sucks on your folds, and you can feel his smile when he plays with your clit.

“Alpha,” you whisper breathlessly. “Alpha, I can’t.”

He clicks his tongue. “I know you can. I chose you because you can. Take what I give you, pretty girl. I know you can be good for me.”

You lay there, boneless, as he dips his tongue into your entrance. You barely scream when your second orgasm rolls over you, the sound catching in your throat. He licks up the evidence and you try to wave your hand back to stop him. He gets the message, pulling back and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“You taste so sweet, pretty girl. I’ve never tasted a cunt that good before. All for me, right?”

“Yes,” you answer. “All for you, alpha.”

You hear him shifting behind you, and you see him toss his clothes over his shoulder. He picks you up and adjusts you until you’re seated on his lap, hovering just above his cock. He takes note of your sleepy gaze and smiles, kissing down your neck.

“Tired, sweet girl? Don’t want to take my cock anymore?”

You blearily blink. “No, no, I want to take your cock, alpha. Please give it to me.”

He chuckles at your compliance, eyes zeroing in on your glistening pussy. “You’ve been so good for me. Want your reward now?”

“Yes, yes, alpha.”

He suddenly turns serious, brushing your hair away and cupping your cheeks.

“This means forever. I want you to understand that.”

It’s a little frightening — the thought of being bound to someone forever. However, you’re willing to do anything for Jaemin, and you know he loves you. You’re blissfully happy at the thought of forever.

You nod, smiling. “Want to be with you, Jaem.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

Your smile quickly turns into a gasp as he pushes you down on his cock. You scramble in his hold, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He shushes you softly. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, trust me.”

Head thrown back and lips parted, you feel utterly fucked as Jaemin impales you. You weren’t even aware your cunt could stretch this far for him, taking him in. The stretch doesn’t hurt like you think it will, it feels surprisingly satisfying. You feel whole like this, finally connecting him to you.

Once he bottoms out, he gives you time to adjust. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes stray tears from your cheek.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Took my cock so well. I know you’ll take my knot like a champ too.”

You feel drunk on him despite the fact that his cock could split you in half. You take a few more seconds to yourself before you nod, giving him the okay to move.

He starts out gently, even though you can see him clenching his teeth trying to control himself. You decide to push him.

You lean in and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me good, alpha. Show me I’m yours, and yours only.”

He throws you back down onto the bed, growling at your submission. You cry when he drills into you, showing no mercy any longer. His cock is tearing you apart and you welcome it with open arms. His fingers dig roughly into your scalp, his other hand groping your breast.

“You like it when your alpha fucks you like this? You like it when I have control of you?” He practically growls at you, hips snapping into your thighs roughly. Your mouth hangs open, and if you were lucid, you would be embarrassed by the drool pooling at the side of your lips. He continues muttering obscenities at you, fueled by the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around his cock. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t think of anyone else. Every time you touch yourself, you’re going to think about me. Only me. I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine, make sure you’re pretty and pregnant for me.”

His fingers move from your breast into your mouth, and you subconsciously suck on the digits.

He snickers. “Look at you. Such a pretty fuck toy for me, taking my cock so well. You were made to be fucked, sweet girl. Made to take my cock and my cock only.”

You’re definitely out of coherent thoughts at this point. Jaemin flips you again, arching your back and you whimper at the ache. He drives into you harder and faster from behind, his balls slapping against your cunt in the most unholy way.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” you groan. “My alpha. So good, my alpha, so good. So big.”

“Need you to cum, sweet girl. Want to feel it. Give it to me, pretty girl.”

“Alpha, alpha,” you whimper, the coil in your stomach building and building. You soar when it snaps, and you swear you see white clouding your vision. You cry and cry, tears freely falling down your face as you clench around Jaemin.

You think you pass out for a few seconds. When you regain your strength, he’s flipped you on your side, gripping your ankle as he throws your foot over his shoulder. You let him do whatever he wants at this point, enjoying the way he presses against your clit every time he pushes in.

You can only hear parts of what he’s saying, a ringing sound still echoing in your ears.

“So good- such a pretty cunt- want to fuck you forever- going to show you off- beautiful- fucking pretty pussy- such a good girl for me.”

“J-Jaem,” you say, but you know he can’t hear you anymore. You think you have another orgasm, but the pleasure is mixing together too fast. You blackout again, waking up moments later to find Jaemin still fucking you senseless.

You’re on your back again with Jaemin hovering over you, pressing kisses down your neck. He’s muttering praises still, hands digging into your sides.

“Want to feel you forever. So good for me, pretty girl. You ready to take my knot?”

You lazily comb your fingers through his hair, feeling exhausted. “Please, alpha, give it to me.”

“Yeah?” He groans, pressing harder into you. “Want me?”

“I want you, I want you,” you echo, the familiar sensation pulsing through your veins.

He’s drilling faster now, pumping furiously into you as he chases his high. You think you’re screaming, but you can’t be entirely sure. You feel bad for whoever lives on Jaemin’s floor.

When he cums, you swear he’s been holding it in for years. His cum splashes against your walls as he empties himself inside of you. You squeeze around him again, finishing another orgasm.

It’s a few minutes later when you think it’s finally over. You start to relax, but the feeling is short lived. You sob when the base of Jaemin’s cock begins to swell, growing bigger and bigger.

“N-No, no, no, no-“

He shushes you. “It’s okay, pretty girl. You take my knot so well, I have so much cum for you.”

You swear you’ve lost your mind when Jaemin does, in fact, give you even more of his cum. It starts to leak out of your cunt because of the sheer amount, and he urges you through it with soft kisses. When he’s finally done, you feel like you’ve been fucked into the next century.

The only thing you can manage to say is, “You can’t fuck me again for three months, at least.”

He laughs at you and you try to throw him a serious look. He kisses your cheek.

“Oh, silly girl. What did I tell you before? I chose you because you’re made for me. You honestly don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you now, do you?”

Your eyes widen at his confession, and you shriek when he thrusts into you, his cock still hard.

“Such a pretty girl.”

#nct smut #jaemin #jaemin smut

[unnerving-presence]

Psssssst, can we have frank , Herman , Michael , and maybe Danny with a female survivor they have sex with as a one night stand thing - they both agreed on it - while she’s the last survivor / outside of the trial your choice and they develop this massive crush on her after ?

i can do that for you!

i literally didn’t see franks name until i posted this so please forgive me for not doing him 😶

suggestive themes below ^^

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Herman Carter:

Herman developing any type of crush is very uncommon. He would always tell himself that he was way too busy to be attracted to anybody or form any type of relationship. Why was he all of a sudden attracted to you? You were just like any other survivor he had ‘met’. Surely you were some type of witch of you had managed to make him have something as childish as a crush.

Surprisingly enough, you came to him when a trial wasn’t even in play, which made him question why you asked him of all people. Herman hasn’t had the chance to relieve some stress in a while, and you did look very stunning in that outfit, so he agreed. What he didn’t agree on were these sudden feelings of love towards you >:( how rude of you to invade his mind like that.

Herman doesn’t really try getting rid of the feelings, but rather comes to accept them. He’s just attracted to you and that’s the way things are in his mind. Herman will definitely invite you into his institute if you happen to stop by again. You seem so kind and caring unlike his sadistic and brutal nature. It almost makes him want to break you, to make you submit and to know that there is no escape from his loving grasp. However that little part of his brain that is all over the place about this crush convinces him otherwise. How lucky you are that you have unlocked nice Herman.

Herman tries not to be too immature about these new feelings. He’s always been focused on his work and new experiments so he’s never really had to time to really be interested in anybody. He genuinely wants you to like him, and he wants to know more about you. And he definitely wants to fuck you again but he won’t tell you that while he’s trying to get you to trust him. What can he say? The moment you both had sex was when the horny in him awakened.

Herman won’t let these feelings get in the way of him killing you in trials. He will do so and he will enjoy it. He’ll keep you alive longer than the others, driving you insane the longer you stay in the trial with him. You’ll eventually learn to understand that it is because he loves seeing you in pain, and his sick mind wants to watch as you suffer. Don’t get me wrong, he likes you and everything, but he isn’t going to be sparing you, and he wants you to know that.

Michael Myers:

Never in his 21 years of living has he ever been so attracted to anybody like you. He doesn’t really like the feeling either. Why does he feel such a need to protect you from everybody else? Why does he feel so angry at the thought of anybody but him being near you? These emotions are ones Michael has never had much experience with and he is very confused on why he feels so attracted to you.

You had been the last survivor in the trial. You couldn’t survive another hook even if you tried, and The Shape was quick to spot you and make his way towards you. You didn’t have many options left, and you didn’t have much strength left in you to run. Luckily for you, Michael stops right in front of you, probably feeding on your fear, making sure you know that there’s no escape for you. What surprised Michael next was when you offered him sex in return for the hatch. And what surprised you was that he actually agreed, not knowing just what he would get himself into.

Unfortunately for this mans lack of knowledge for simple feelings such as love, he had become obsessed with you after. Not in the sense that he wants nothing but to end your life time and time again, but he wants to mark you as his and make sure you know that you belong to him. He absolutely hates these feelings that he’s having, and he hates you for it too. How dare you make him fall in love. He’ll make you pay, and these emotions better be gone with this silly little obsession.

Michael’s tiny ass brain cant seem to comprehend the fact that no matter how much he kills you, no matter how badly he mutilates your body, he only becomes more obsessed, more in love. He sometimes gets distracted at the sight of you while stalking the other survivors at the campfire. You just look so adorable. Like a little bunny that doesn’t know about the big bad wolf hiding in the bushes, waiting for the right time to strike. He’s stuck between wanting to kill you and simply wanting to admire you.

Was it because he had sex with you that he’s feeling like this? I mean, he did leave that trial feeling better than he was before, you did make him feel pretty good. Or was it just because he’s possessive? Probably, but Michael doesn’t know that. He just knows that he’s obsessed with you and there’s nothing he or you can do about it now.

Danny Johnson:

My boy knows what he’s getting into. He’s been in situations like this before when he was a teenager so it’s nothing new for him. However he didn’t expect to actually be attracted to you for more than a week, however long that is in The Entity’s realm. It’s just a new thing for him to actually like someone for more than their body, and that’s surprising for him considering that he doesn’t even know you that well.

He actually came to you first. He had thought you were pretty hot and honestly he just wanted a good fuck. He figured you weren’t going to just agree to have sex with a killer without some sort of trade, so he offered you a guaranteed escape the next trial you had with him. You had some pretty bad trials before so you agreed, much to his surprise. He didn’t really think you would even with his offer but he wasn’t complaining when you said yes.

Does not like admitting that he’s really into you now, not that he ever will. Danny will probably try to distance himself like Evan. He doesn’t really like relationships nor does he want to get into one. He tells himself that and then wonders why he wants to be by your side making you laugh. Why does he want to make you feel like you’re the most important person in the world? What the hell is wrong with him?? Are you okay in the head Danny? Are you sick?He thinks he’s sick.

He’ll keep his end of the deal and let you live the next time he sees you in a trial. He probably wont even touch you if he feels like that’s too much for these wildly confusing feelings. Why is he acting so childish? He should be trying to talk to you as much as possible! He should be getting closer to you! He’ll get over this little freak out when the trial is over and feels confident enough in talking to you.

Danny betrays the part of his mind that tells him getting into a relationship isn’t worth it and tries to anyways. Flirty Danny? Get ready to blush like never before. Come on over to Danny’s realm! You’ll have a great time there with your favorite killer! Yeah this man is full on in love and nothing is stopping him from trying to make you his.

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader

[cjsinkythoughts]

Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes. 

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

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The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow. 

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh. 

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing.  So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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