#“during ur adventure....did she talk about me”

[veggiecorner]

TP Zelda: my lover....left me to her realm. I can never communicate with her again. Yet I'm always reminded of her everywhere and feel my heart constantly long for her. I'm sure you dont know what i'm talking about since the heartbreak is indescribable

Oot Zelda: yeah thats crazy.

[belit0]

hiiii :) hope ur doing well !!

Can i get shisui with prompts 4 & 12 (separate pls)

thank u ☺️

Hi darling! Better late than never!!🥹❤️‍🩹 Dont get mad at me :(

(I've written number 12 so many times at this point that I can't even think of what to add🤣💕)

Im using what Sam provided the other day for this one😩🫱🏼‍🫲🏼

NSFW prompts!

4) READER is famous for faking all their orgasms and Shisui takes it as a challenge. Later Shisui is counting all reader’s orgasms during sex.

"You're disappointing me, (Y/N), especially after the things you said. Do you want to stop?" he asks with all the audacity in the world, a mischievous grin on his face as if he hadn't been fucking her for a full hour. He didn't even take care to finish, but made sure to make her feel for the first time in her life.

It is customary for (Y/N) to mention with all of her affairs the fact that none of them really manage to arouse pleasure between her legs, and she uses it as a pathetic fact when at the end of the night, the man in her bed accomplished nothing more than to make her pretend like a porn star.

There is wonderful satisfaction in destroying the heart of every person who passes by her bedroom, as though she collects them, and she believed that today's adventure would be no different than usual.

After a match on Tinder and a brief introduction to each other, it wasn't hard to arrange an evening time to meet. (Y/N) started the night talking about how she only gets satisfaction from her toys, and that no man is truly good in bed. Her intended victim, Shisui, according to his profile, nodded at every comment she made, smiling into his glass as if mocking the stories she told.

He even dared to ask sober questions "How do you like it?" "Where do you feel the most?" "What are the things you can't tolerate?" "Swallowing or spitting?", and she thought he was simply giving himself encouragement to try, do his best, and fail like everyone else.

It was outrageous and infuriating, making her even more eager to test him.

She closed her monologue with a "let's see what you have to offer, pretty boy", and didn't expect to scream the way she did when Shisui brought out what he was hiding.

For the first time in her whole damn life, someone touched her clit with precision, sending tickles all the way to the tip of her head and making her moan involuntarily. The man merely smiled, and when (Y/N) wanted to fire with her own heavy artillery, he silenced her with a rampant kiss.

He made her finish twice on his fingers before even removing his pants, and all pride went down the drain as she lost control over the tremors in her legs.

"Need a break, pretty girl?" the man comes up to her face level, crouching down on the floor next to her. His eyes are even sweet, but the constant smirk implanted on his face only tells of how inflated his ego is becoming.

"No... I don!-" Her sentence is interrupted by the head of his cock, and a prominent length burying itself carelessly in her throat. All the finesse Shisui presented at the beginning of the night now seems like a disguise he used to get into her bed, listening to her complaints about the sexual inability of any average man.

The problem is that this Uchiha is nothing of the sort, but rather a force to be reckoned with.

"Swallow it all then, and don't stop touching yourself love, we're not done with that pussy." He fucks her throat as if it were a random hole, holding her by the hair and making sharp movements with his hips. He doesn't slow down even when he feels her gagging, allowing her relief only when (Y/N) squeezes his leg.

They engage in that cycle a few more times until she runs out of oxygen, unable to think or process any more pleasure.

Shisui lifts her up by her arms and guides her to the bed, causing the girl to fall onto her back. He controls and moves her hands, making her hold her legs below her knees. Her cunt is completely exposed, and she only hears some spitting before she is filled.

(Y/N) screams out loud from the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation, pussy used like never before, and Shisui giving no slack with the pace he keeps up. The Uchiha looks like a well-oiled machine as he thrusts in and out, both hands on the side of her head and staring at her.

He holds her by the jaw as he kisses her with what seems like pure passion, all the fire one stranger can feel for another, and whispers "I thought you'd have more to offer, you said too many stupid things before you even saw me naked."

She can't reply to that, nor does she manage to analyze how the man can sustain such a violent rhythm and speak as if not agitated. Both hips collide again and again, as his balls slap against her buttocks. He forces one of her hands to release her leg and move towards that area, making her hold his sack in hand and squeeze.

"Just like that (Y/N), pull… good girl." He sounds a little more worked up, without lowering the level of seriousness of his thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl, and such a tight pussy, shit..."

She doesn't even register the force she puts into her grip, nor in how her other hand unthinkingly goes to her clit, finishing again over Shisui's penetrations. The man seems to approve of her action, and that's what sends him through his wonderful peak.

(Y/N) thinks about the fact that he wasn't even wearing a condom when she feels him come on her stomach, but doesn't have the heart or strength to worry about it.

12) Imagine that Shisui and READER lived together. Shisui comes home one day and hears loud moaning coming from their bedroom, recognizing reader’s voice. Shisui assumes, to their horror, that reader is cheating on them, and they rush to the bedroom and open the door. Instead of seeing a cheating partner, Shisui actually walks in on reader masturbating/using sex toys.

"(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH- oh" Is the intonation with which Shisui enters the room, determined to kill the man between his wife's legs and leave her as soon as the blood dries on his hands.

He is usually greeted from his missions with hot food and love, kisses, hugs, good sex, but today all he heard as he walked through the door were moans, merciless and familiar, (Y/N)'s sweet voice screaming to the four winds without a care.

He didn't even take the time to analyze the situation, to decide if it was worth listening or to look for another presence on the perimeter, his anger fueled by the weariness of coming home after days of killing people.

Life is hard, and Shisui just wanted to hug his wife.

When he finally walks through the door, he eats for breakfast the image of his frightened wife, and a vibrant pink toy he has never seen in her hands, attacking that spot only he knows how to work well. He doesn't know whether to feel jealous at being replaced by that vibrator, or happy that he (Y/N) isn't fucking anyone else.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, love, go on. Do you mind if I stay and watch?"

[sirensea14]

Oooooh Bendy's love triangle in the story between Alice and Siren sure is gonna be an interesting one 👀👀

Now, how her interaction with questers will go?? (Like cuphead, Holly, Mugman ect ect..) Will she even meet them?? Tell me!!

Yeps, she does meet them!

Holly bombarded her with so many questions like: How did you get those feet? Do you have powers? What powers do you have? Why does your eyes glow like cuphead's and bendy's? Can you dance and sing? Whats your Talent? Do you eat seafood? So you like soups or not? Girl tried to chill while being interrogated by the bookworm XD

Cuphead would flirt with her at first but eventually stopped because of her stone cold reactions (she likes bendy's puns better)

Mugman was sweet to her and was kind enough to introduce the other people in the house and calm her down because of Cuphead, Holly and the warners (but she's already calm tho lol)

Cala was kinda terrified of her at first but eventually they become good friends (Siren already knew she was a mermaid from first look)

Boris would call her "Ren" and sis cuz she acts like a chill big sister to him. He secretly cringes at bendy whenever he flirts with siren but he's also happy that he's just him.

Alice would be delighted to meet her, altho siren had a little precautions on her because she's an angel, and Alice knew that. Alice trying to sense her cloudy emotions made her first interactions with alice awkward. But eventually she accepted it, she can sometimes grasp her emotions but most of the times, its blocked by something

(edit: I FORGOT FELIX WHAHHAHA😭 thank u for noticing it @melody-starlight 🥰)

Felix would simply be chill about her. Tho she'd be curious how his magic bag works so he kinda shows it to her but not much. Felix likes the way she is quite chill with different situations, tho he does calm her down whenever she has a panic attack (mostly this happened during books 9-11) She sometimes reads his stories of adventure after meetinv the cat, she gained interest in his books lol (bendy would talk to her fanboying how much he loves felix's adventures)

She has a good relationship with all of them as the 9th quester of the group, just the most nonchalant and overreacting at the same time, no in between XD But she's also one of the most mysterious quester since she's secretive, that is before they went to the labyrinth...

I have a drafted answer ready to use if u ever ask what would she be in the story itself... 👀

Also if ur interested in knowing what her interactions will be with the other characters; villains, angels, demons, other toons, the house—just ask (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Ooooohhhh, theres also so many things i wanna tell ya like her powers and stuff but I'll save that for asks

[drawer-ghost]

tell me about ur papyton fankids. are they named after fonts? are they part ghost or part robot or both? what age do you typically imagine them at? who's more like Papyrus? who's more like Mettaton? how were they created/born? how do Papyrus and Mettaton feel about raising them, did they have any reservations before they were born? sorry for the barrage of questions, just wanted to give you some ideas in case you didn't know where to start :]

First of all: Anon I am giving you a big smooch on the forehead as a thank you cuz I needed to talk my ideas!

So, the children are three and all of them are adopted, so no ghost-robot-skeleton hybrid sadly (I wanted to do it but Mettaton doesn't strike me as someone that would want children at first, so all the kids are obtained through adventures and shenanigans and he decided to keep them)

They are from an AU I like to call "Monsterling AU" (basically my post pacifist+UT general headcanons but the characters have kids and there are new ocs)

Explanation of the children under the cut cuz the post would be hell to scroll down:

(if you have some criticism about the design or ideas for them please feel free to tell me about it I wanna get better at writing and designing characters)

The first is a robot that I haven't named yet. Their story is that they were a virus that infected one of the mini Box Mettaton he uses during the fights but became sentient and with a mentality of a 10 years old. Not wanting to get rid of it nor knowing what to do they just adopt them. They are the first of the bunch and have Mettaton's personality but cope by having Papyrus's fashion style. I see them being teenager, like, mentally 14 years old when they and their family find Jaine Doo.

The second is Jaine Doo, a zombie of a young sick girl that centuries ago was buried in the dump of Waterfall when humans lived in the Underground too. During Asriel's fight he also stole her soul and when he broke the barrier he basically created a loophole reviving her as a memory-less zombie (there's a deeper reason behind why she has no memory but I need it to cook it more). I need to cook her story more but I wanna make it happen in some Big City For Rich people just for fun. Papyton found her while she was hiding in a garbage can and saved her. She is the "sane man" (I put it in brackets cuz she is also goofy, just not in the same way her family is) of the situation. She also stays "silent" most of the time for comedic reasons (think about Erma). She is technically older than Robot Dude but she has the Curse Of The Middle Child. I would say that she was the one most similar to Papyrus mostly for her perfectionism and desire to befriend everyone but it's a big stretch.

Ivy is kinda the newbie both in the story and in irl so her story isn't very cooked. She is a cursed puppet that took Life out of nowhere. Her backstory will mostly depend about how much tear-jerking or "what the frick-ery" I want it to be but at some point she was one of the puppets of a famous puppeteer friend that secretly hated Mettaton's guts for his popularity. So he gifted her knowing it was alive and very angry with humanity and monsterkind but thought the power of friendship and love she just gave up at killing them and just became one of their kids. She is like Damian from Batman Wayne Family Adventures: can kill you but wouldn't like to do that and develop social skills instead.

[petrichorium]

Pluvi i’d love to hear about readers four other husbands!! Rip yanqing he’s so confused

WELL SINCE U ASKED

husband #1 — the guard in the drabble! as I said in the tags he’s reader’s childhood friend. Swore himself to her Long before they got married lmfaooooo and part of that oath actually means that he can’t talk to anyone except her and her husbands 🫣 He’s the most physically intimidating of all the husbands, genuinely massive man lmfaooooo but honestly fairly reserved, frankly shy but it comes across as stoic more than anything. Wicked smart and very devoted to reader (obvi) so he’s def kinda her main confidant but she’s v close w all of them

husband #2 — was a political marriage!!! Offered himself in exchange for the continued support of reader’s people. She accepted and they genuinely intended for it to be platonic but he ends up falling for her eventually. He’s actually kinda nerdy LMFAOOOO a historian turned military strategist on his homeworld, now retired from said military and working part-time as a professor at a university on reader’s planet

husband #3 — an admiral; old military family type, kinda a stick in the mud. But he was actually very persistent in pursuing the reader and won her over eventually even tho they rlly butted heads at first (came from a v patriarchal homeworld so it was inevitable tbh). Was kinda arrogant and assumed she was into him and then realized he was kinda into the dismissive thing…….. this one was a VERY slow burn she left and came back to his planet many times before he finally literally begged her to give him the time of day

husband #4 — the problem child…… a rebellion leader on his homeworld who did NOT get along with reader or her three husbands when they first met despite the fact that they were allies. And then all four of them got stuck on a remote moon for a year annnnnnnd the rest is history. Definitely a spitfire, v much a street dog type of guy, and very charismatic. The only one who had a partner before reader; another rebel who died in the battle before reader showed up. He’s still a little hung up on it but happy to have something to dedicate himself to that doesn’t make him think of them

All of them rlly like Jing Yuan LMFAOOOOO and as I say in the tags she’s only married to #1 when she meets him so she marries the other three during this “once every few years I make a trip to the luofu and try to convince the general to marry me” stage pfft. But he actually met #1 before her!!! Jy saved him from an enemy camp and he’s been a lil infatuated ever since 🫣 reader thinks it’s the cutest thing. Jy is also the first person she introduces a new husband to which he always says isn’t necessary but she’s just like :) I mean I gotta make sure ur compatible :) like introducing a new cat yk JDNDKDN

While their home is on her planet w her they’re often offworld doing their own thing!!! #2 is usually off on his own on mostly educational trips, #3 and #4 bicker a lot bc of personality differences (and the difference in their upbringing—they’re from different worlds but remind each other of respective opposing bodies) but honestly spend much of their time together. They’re kinda traveling adventurers and tbh I imagine Jing Yuan just kinda slotting in with them mostly bc he says in canon that when he retires he’d like to travel around 🥺 but also playing diplomat w reader a lot bc they r v much two of a kind jdnfkenr #1 is always with her bc of his position but they all travel together a lot too esp when it’s beneficial politically to portray themselves as a solidified unit

Anyway there u go ty for asking 😌

[atanx]

Just finished Yakuza 3 so here's some of my thoughts:

BEAUTIFUL EYES

Richardson and Kiryu talking at each other in different languages was so funny to me. Like they don't understand each other yet stubbornly keep talking as if they did XD

RIKIYA DYING WAS SO UNNECESSARY FOR THE PLOT WHYY like Kiryu has GOT to get rid of his stupid habit of leaving defeated enemies to their devices around various lethal objects (especially guns). Because they always, ALWAYS get back up. I'm not saying he should kill them. But like secure them in SOME way. Start carrying around some rope or something. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried.

Damn, Mine, babygirl, you are so beyond fucked up you need therapy BAD

Poor Daigo like imagine getting shot, being in a coma and you wake up on a rooftop in fucking december, toes freezing off, falling off of a hospital bed and immediately being greeted with the sight of several gun wielding assholes. You shoot them, still confused about what's going on (why tf is your father-figure of sorts there? Why is the dude u wished was ir boyfriend there? WHY ARE THEY SHIRTLESS AND BLOODY). Then ur crush starts spouting cryptic shit, the dude you shot somehow still has fight in him and to save you, your crush charges at him, getting shot multiple times and then tells you that he doesnt deserve to live before throwing himself off the roof. You've been awake for three minutes.

Also Haruka slapping Mine was EPIC. She should have kept going, kicked Mine in the shin, bitten his arm etc all feral foaming-at-the-mouth chihuahua mode

Also Mine feeling good about himself for having slapped a teen back. A grown ass adult. Like damn dude has issues

I'm stilk very upset about Rikiya. Like one moment I would run away from him in the Kamurocho streets and giggle with a warm feeling in my chest when he'd scream "ANIKII!!" and then the next he fell victim to this stupid gimmick of defeated opponents not being taken care of properly

I honestly feel like that gimmick is so overdone at this point

I think I did something wrong during the final boss battle because Mine was constantly going into this Jojo's bizarre adventure pose and regenerating health AND I had to do like the exact same QTE cutscene like four times even though I never failed it (besides the first time)

RIGHT I ALMOST FORGOT my steam screenshot folder is prob like 90% just various Majima facial expressions because I enjoyed them so much. Reminds me of that post going like "while older character models are kinda eh Majima's crowfeet in them slap!" and I really agree. I'm playing the games chronologically and when I got to YK2 something about Majima just looked extremely off but I couldn't put my finger on it. I think that's it tho they ironed him out and took away his wrinkles :(. Like obvs the model is still good it was just a weird change that I'm not sure why they implemented it. Anyway the Y3 Majima expressions are fucking precious especially the grins

Also pink truck scene probably best scene in the game it was so cute the way Majima was worried that he accidentally ran over Kiryu <3

I took way too long to finish this game because the old graphics are kind of jarring especially considering I played Judgement and Lost Judgement at the same time, but it was still a pretty good game. (another contributing factor was that for some reason the game doesn't allow me to do anything else on my PC besides access the taskbar while I'm playing it so taking short breaks is harder. The game literally does not allow for any apps to show up on screen) I'd really like a YK3 I think that would be epic especially to get an updated Rikiya model (I think there's an updated Mine model in Ishin? Idk anyway just more modern graphics would be really cool)

I can continue with Y4 now, which I'm really excited for because I've hears quite a bit of stuff about Akiyama and Saejima and this will be like the first proper contact with them and their storylines. I've actually started Y4 already and Akiyama has major cat energy to me

[didhewinkback]

Reread something old (again oops) and can't find the birthday boy blurb, the link gets me out of the app and if I search directly on your blog it doesn't appear. Anyway, was YN the first call Harry made to announce the big 1D break? How did she get along with the boys when she was on tour during the summers? Would she hang out with Gemma too when both of them were in London getting closer over their shared love of Harry/missing him?

omg thank u for rereading !! the link is still working for me ? so idk whats happening with that. i'll tag it as birthday boy also so hopefully it appears then ! ill answer your questions after the jump to not clog the dash however one thing i need to say here and now is that mc and gemma have been family friends since they were kids and their friendship and lives do not revolve around harry pls enjoy my LONG answers to ur questions below:

1d break: they had been having a lot of late night phone calls across the pond about the state of the band since zayn left / talked about it in person whenever he was home and she was on break from uni, so she knew he was making moves and things were on the horizon and he was feeling so overworked, tired and creatively stuck, in need of something new. when it was officially officially announced, he gave his family the heads up first and then let her know with a "looks like we're both graduating this year" text and she went to their london show and obvi she was at the last show in that act my age conga

the boys: she wouldn't be at the tours for more than 2 weeks at most during the summer, and usually was with gemma or johnny hanging out with them or members of the crew. she got along with all of them quite well, they were very familiar with her and comfortable around her but got along best with niall, he'd join them on some late night adventures sometimes, always up for a laugh. there was one year she flew over by herself & harry was poorly one night but he refused to let her stay in with him, so she and niall hit up the bars together even though neither of them were legally allowed to drink in the us yet, sending selfies to harry with every new drink they had much to his annoyance. they don't really keep in touch anymore apart from the occasional instagram story reply, but he did make a point to message her after he and harry hung out 2 years ago saying he was buzzing that they were finally together and he hopes he can see her soon

gemma: she and gemma have been family friends since they were neighbors when she was 6, though she was always closer to harry obviously, she and gemma grew closer as they got older and the gap between their ages felt much less significant than it had at 11 and 15. they both went to uni in london and would meet up every few months to catch up. their lives and friendship don't revolve around harry though he comes up in conversation, but they're never hanging out because he's not there and they've got nothing better to do. she was quite nervous to see gemma for their first solo hang since the wedding, harry really wanted to come with but she knew she had to do this bit on her own. it was several months after the wedding was called off, just after christmas time when they told their families they were together and she was bloody nervous about it, prepared to get reamed only for gemma to hug her the second she saw her saying "i always, always wanted it to be you" before doing the classic styles smirk, "i just figured you two stubborn bozos would never get your shit together." and now gemma is very much in the loop with the engagement, she's harrys right hand woman, but she's the best secret keeper in the family and you haven't a clue

[thebadtimewolf]

hey

do yall know any genuine rose tyler stans that are actually upset about how s1 rose was treated as an equal AND a love interest but as soon as s2-s4 rose was treated more as a equal BECAUSE of her being pideonholed as only a 'i can do things too! see!' archetype of love interests that it took two other characters to be treated as an actual equal? like why did ten thru donna said that he needs an equal and that what the dr needs an equal??

rose was already an equal in season 1. its established bts that rose was an equal to ninth doctor? but now why didn't that sentiment continued on with ten? what happened?

like martha is treated like an actual equal because the dr in the past have always hated themselves, reflected back at them, but still shared the joy and comradarie during a joint adventure with said version of self. like even the time lord victorious two parter book - 8 was flirting and 10 flirted back but at the end of the day - both of em can carry themselves without the arrival of the other, leaving the eyerolling and mild disgust or disinterest aspect to ninth dr when he shared a room with them. like the dr not wanting to "date" martha even though he literally in text trying real hard to pull the wool in both ur qnd his own eyes is essentially him trying not to fuck himself.

donna is - in an almost wish-fufilled in what the dr missed from the master - considered an equal preestablished since season 3 guest appeared and fully in season 4. shes seen as a pea in the pod like the dr master rani and romana - keeping up with that specific lot of em without going thru the 'but im better than you' alien egoist rhetoric that the time lords fall to in times of upper handedness. she can manipulate she talk fast she tech-savvy yet people-grounded BUT she makes sure the respect isnt temporary and doesnt lord it over people because everyone is great and without that person, the whole system can fall apart.

because so far, it doesnt feel that way. like are yall not mad that tenth doctor gave rose up?

after seasons of build up and getting shot and everything? the funky alien eldritch being in a mask of an earth lookin boy that had a chance to man up and show feelings when the opportunity is very in your face given to him to do so in a space where he could do so and — he just gave her up? all that moping and whining and when given what he wanted, he just went: no. here. i need an equal and i have donna so im giving you what i TEN think you want as an equal in me and thats him. BUT NINEROSE ARE EQUALS SHE NEVER SAID SHE WANTED HIM HUMAN BUT RATHER HIMSELF AS HE IS.

its like fridging rose but worse. in s2-4 you made her in memory of someone else that ALWAYS treated her as an equal instead of actually continuing on with that with the next face. death wouldve been more forgiving and thats not a great thing to come to a conclusion to. The one that really treated you as both a love interest AND equal is dead, and now you're married to the discarded imitation of the one that only typecasted you as a love interest.

tentoo should be mad abt this too but this aint about him, this is about yall and the rose tyler connundrum.

i wouldve settled for her having the hand - settling for the hand if that hand turned into ninth doctor (like full on christopher eccleston doing donna impression everything) instead of what we got - which was dust. it made more sense that way. because then the dialogue narrative - the doctor's excuse - wouldve been more well recieved. Does it need saying would have more weight if Eccleston played a NineToo whispered i love you because you know it was well meant. Genuine. Its coming from someone that always treated you as an equal and also getting that i love you and not just - oh the human i love. i miss them not because i treated them on equal terms, its strictly because i only love them - no equality at all

like yeah chris wasnt going to return but hes a movie actor - hes used to green screen. he couldve sent a video message in a leather jacket and let it be done. like we couldve had nine saying i love you to rose on doomsday like do you get what im trying to say like. like tooth and claw if it was nine and rose both wouldve been like 'oh look at that a werewolf transformation!' And not what. we got. LIKE DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN

[welcome-to-soupbowl]

💖💢💪 for any of ur characters? :)

⭐️ - ooh i was hoping someone would ask for 8 and/or 27 hehe

gonna be talking about flynn as usual because they’re the only one here i have posted publicly so far

(💖)i’ve actually had their living preferences thought out for a while!! it also serves as sort of a relationship chart for them and the npcs i guess ,, it goes like this:

loves - brian (guide), they claim he’s the first person they felt they could actually trust since in like a decade ,, of course they’ve met more people they trust since then but they still hold him in very high regard because of that and something else i’ll get to

likes - candy (party girl) and hayley (zoologist), they have a group chat where they talk about cartoons and stuff :] also both flynn and candy are transfem so i imagine candy giving them some insight on that sort of thing, especially since they started their transition later than she did … they’re also fond of emerenta (dryad) because of her wisdom and momo (princess) because … i mean everyone loves the princess lol (also because she was just really nice to them), and their favorite biome is the forest because it’s just where they feel the most comfortable

they dislike the tax collector (haven’t decided on a name for him :[ ) because he reminds them of people from their hometown and the wizard (also haven’t decided on a name for him …) because of this whooole thing that happened not long after the wall of flesh fight

basically because of how highly they thought of brian they were fucking devastated when they found out he died after fighting the wof and just fell into a really depressive and irritable state because of his death (and they didn’t meet up again for at least a couple months because Plot™️) so candy and hayley, not being able to think of a better solution, tried to find them someone new to talk to to cheer them up and thought the wizard would be the perfect for them because they’re a mage the wizard knows magic yadda yadda yadda

so they introduce flynn to the wizard and he shows them some magic techniques he knows and asks flynn why they don’t use them as any experienced mage would and they were like “well i mean brian didn’t teach me any of that” and the wizard was like “well you should only listen to me because he’s not a magician and i am” or something like that and flynn got really angry at that and kindaaa lost their mind at him... violently...

they've made up since then but would still rather not talk that much ...

aaand their least favorite biome is the caverns because the concept of living underground is weird to them

(💢)if they had a boss fight i think they'd kindaaa ... idk be zipping around everywhere and just aimlessly shooting projectiles ... maybe kinda like eol but faster and with less specific patterns or whatever? idk idk lol

(💪)they have 97 mental illnesses and are banned from most public spaces /silly /ref

for real though they've always had it kinda rough like the main reason their whole adventure started in the first place was because they hated living in their hometown so much and ran away one night while barely being prepared ... they seriously feel like they would've died in the middle of the woods on the night they ran away if it weren't for the fact that brian found them the next morning (which is the other reason they hold him in such high regard!)

then there's the whole thing about how poorly they handled brian's death and a lot of things that came after it ... and they didn't recover right away when he came back because that probably wouldn't be that realistic but yk ... they were just really susceptible to being angry and pushed people away often and just kinda continuously pushed people away and shit ...

and during the twins fight they were fighting them but in kind of a brute force-ish way and ended up damaging their vision, which is why the mid-late hard mode version of them wears glasses

while their eyes were recovering they sorta reflected on how they acted those past few months and felt bad and tried to make amends with anyone they've lashed out on and improve their mood and shit, also brian's death wasn't permanent so that helped the process go by a bit quicker than it would have without him i think

they're still not completely immune to anger though ... like they can get frustrated easily if something they're trying to do doesn't work right away or something or if someone says something about brian being the guy that opens doors for monsters at night for the 893523th time (totally not me projecting my frustration with terrar youtube and r/terraria onto them what are you talking about /s)

tl;dr they are doing better by the end of their journey but they've still had it very rough and are still not totally perfect, but that's okay i think because nobody really is ..!

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the youngest Scamander sibling

Newt/Theseus Scamander x sibling!reader

warnings: fb3 spoilers! mainly takes place during the movie! also death/fighting

a/n: god i have been so excited to write this dhsbsghs. and i love u anon ur so sweet.

prompt: anonymous: “OMG I JUST WATCHED FB3 and it was such a fun ride!! may i request a headcanon for being the youngest scamander who's still in hogwarts? thank you very much! your works are always lovely ♡”

yes, you were quite younger than your brothers

but that didn’t change the fact that they loved you and you loved them

it was a shame you couldn’t get in on the action with them, whether that be magizoology or ministry happenings (or adventures they found themselves in)

dumbledore swore to keep his eye on you

made sure you didn’t get kicked out like *someone* in your family

“you’re so close to graduating, y/n. please take it seriously” -dumbledore

“fifty-fifty chance i do” -you

you don’t typically see theseus and newt at the same time, but whoever is closest for the holidays will pick you up

leta adored you, you’d talk to her every chance you got

“how’s school going, y/n? get yourself into any trouble lately?” -leta

“why does everyone keep asking me that?” -you

“why do you think?” -theseus

he always squeezes the crap out of you when he sends you back to school

and sends you off with a gift or two

“be good” -theseus

“you really don’t trust me, huh?” -you

“force of habit. i’m gonna miss you” -theseus

“right, right. i’ll miss you, too” -you

newt had told you all about how he got into all sorts of trouble at hogwarts

gave you a ton of pointers over the years. where to hide mostly

and he told you to speak your mind, even if it gets you into trouble

but he warned against taking the fall for others, he learned that the hard way

“i’d like to see you graduate here, do some good.” -newt

“wanna hear what i did last week?” -you

“oh, dear…go ahead” -newt

you always had fun telling newt your stories

the few times you get to see him

you missed your brothers often

when leta died, you were shaken to your core

the funeral was a drag

you practically clung to newt and theseus as you parted once more, you worried deeply for their lives

they felt you’d be safest at hogwarts and encouraged you to enjoy it while you could

“i really wish i could be out there with them” -you

“i know you do, but think about your education for a moment” -dumbledore

“mm, okay, still want to help” -you

“why can’t you be a cheeky hermit like newt was your age?” -dumbledore

“because i’m not newt” -you “or theseus, before you go there”

“you’re funny like them, though” -dumbledore

you really did remind him of newt and theseus, but your dynamic also reminded him of him, aberforth, and ariana

when newt’s friend, jacob, showed up to hogwarts, you were so excited

“hello! you must be jacob!” -you

“hey, yeah, that’s me. you, uh, you a psychic or something?” -jacob

“i’m something, y/n scamander” -you

“oh! oh, you’re the little sibling! look at you in your funny little uniform. wow, another scamander. you uptight or an animal lover?” -jacob

“just me, thank you” -you

giving jacob the tour

“do you fly around this place on those broomsticks, too?” -jacob

“i did once or twice” -you, laughing “got kicked off the quidditch team, though. i had my fair streak of trouble”

“quidditch? what’s that?” -jacob

“it’s the sport that they’re playing” -you

“like…like baseball?” -jacob

“sure, like baseball” -you

when your brothers got back to hogwarts, you were ecstatic (and desperate to get in on it all)

“y/n, don’t you have studies?” -theseus

“shhh, just let me have this” -you

“hi there, y/n, missed you” -newt

“where’s the case?” -you

“oh, i dont have it at the moment” -newt

“what? where is it?” -you

“bunty has it” -newt

“and where is she?” -you

you were highly intrigued by the issue at hand

well, not so much intrigued as you were desperate to know what was going on

any detail left out would make you lose sleep

“where are you staying tonight?” -you

“they’ll be staying at the hog’s head inn” -dumbledore

“may i come, too? just for tonight?” -you

“ah, i don’t know if that’s appropriate—” -dumbledore

“we’ll sign off on it” -newt

*theseus side eyes*

you brought some of your homework along and did it at the bar, just wanting to be near

newt helped you out with it for a bit

“hey, i remember this. you need a hand? or another head?” -newt

“sure, that’d be great” -you

you told him how you’d gone through the boggart lesson recently

“oh! oh…oh, how was that?” -newt

“not too bad, we all had a few laughs” -you

“yours wasn’t too scary?” -newt

“no, not any worse than a desk” -you, making fun of him

newt had noticed writing on the mirror across from him and left you a moment

and lally wanted to get to know the youngest scamander

“why hello there, dear. we haven’t had a moment to ourselves yet. what are you up to?” -lally

“just some homework brought from hogwarts. they excused me from curfew tonight as long as i proved i’d still be productive” -you

“a unique situation you’re in, aren’t you?” -lally

“you could say that” -you, laughing “i’m always being expected to act up thanks to newt, but they always want me to go above and beyond like theseus. i love my brothers, i’d just like to be me”

“oh, i see. well, i see you as you. tell me about you” -lally

you and lally had a long conversation while newt and dumbledore did the same

“you know, y/n carries a copy of fantastic beasts wherever they go. i think they miss you” -dumbledore

“they do? how do you know?” -newt

“i see them read it all the time. they even catch some unsuspecting students to ramble to about it from time to time” -dumbledore

“are you saying they’re starting to…to turn out like me?” -newt

“i’m saying they miss you. don’t take that for granted, newt. not after what i just told you” -dumbledore, glancing at the painting of ariana

when they came back downstairs, you were playing with the newest addition to the magical briefcase

where teddy the niffler was getting jealous and stealing coins from your pocket

you made the most of this time with your brothers and their friends, knowing that danger loomed over them

and there was nothing that you could do

but you could dance and talk and laugh and mingle until the sun came up

you followed them to the room of requirement and gave them hugs goodbye

“what is this place?” -jacob

“the room we require” -newt

“y/n, why didn’t you show me this?” -jacob

*magic users chuckling*

“be safe. please” -you

“you’re worried about us? that’s adorable” -theseus, hugging you as hard as he could

“oh, sorry. i hope you get cursed” -you, sarcastically

“i’ll see you soon, don’t worry. just focus on your classes” -newt

“why can’t i come with you? i want to help!” -you

“because dumbledore doesn’t need any children fighting his battles” -theseus

^(a/n: *spongebob narrator voice* “sixty years later”)

anyways

you were on edge all day, watching the election for supreme mugwump with your classmates

your brothers appeared before the wizarding world and you hid behind your hands as your classmates turned to you

“are you alright, y/n?” -professor mcgonnagal

“that depends on what happens in the next few minutes” -you

fortunately, your brothers came home

and you were invited to jacob and queenie’s wedding in new york!

“really?!” -you

“yes, really, kid! you’re gonna love new york, i’ll even give you a tour! least i can do for you showing me your school” -jacob

you went to new york and absolutely loved it, it was your new favorite place

and these wedding guests, your new favorite people

“you’re my new favorite, too!” -queenie

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[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

bro, writing this gave me such nostalgia. you’ll notice some similar stuff from the original fic in this one— but i wanted to have more background in it.

Naruto’s Mother Figure! Reader x Kakashi

reminder that reader was a child when they ‘adopted’ Naruto. during the Nine Tails attack Kakashi was 13-14 (if I remember correctly) so reader would be about 10-11. which means that at the start of the story, Kakashi is 26 and reader 23.

there are also hints that the reader's family weren’t part of the picture during their childhood, but you can decide what happened to them.

⚠️: reader struggles with anxiety about her kid and being a single parent (reader has a nervous tic of picking at their fingernails), naruto is an angel— but only to reader, slight corruption (reader has had a few experiences with men, but none like Kakashi), the headband stays ON during sex, use of harsh language (i be cussin), reader is an over dramatic jerk, there be graphic fuckin’ in dis b so don’t read if u aren’t down, minors— avert ur gaze or i will manifest and steal ur eyes

your nerves were shot— but that was your normal. Naruto kept you on your toes— kept you guessing. each day with him was a new adventure, but this had to be the biggest one you’d shared with him yet.

your gaze flickered from the back of his head, to the looming gates of the school, and you could practically taste the nervousness rolling off of him.

it made your throat burn— the very thought that the fearless, kind boy you called your own was anxiety ridden at taking the first step towards the dream he had since he was big enough to talk.

it made you itch— instincts craving to comfort him, so you started hesitantly, stepping close enough to lay a hand between his shoulder blades, not wanting him to feel like you were being pushy, “trouble..” you paused, waiting for confirmation that he was listening, “you’ll be alright.”

he turned, hand moving to fiddle with his head band, which never seemed to fit right no matter how tight you tied it— a habit he had picked up since the day he had finally received it, “I know, ma. today is the first day of me becoming the most awesomest ninja in the history of the leaf— no, wait— the world!”

your anxiety vanished— there he was, your boy.

“I know, honey. I know.”

————

maybe you were projecting— and you were the nervous one.

you’d accomplished nothing but fucking worrying about Naruto all day, and by the time you’d got home— you were sure you had no nails left.

you had the habit of picking at them while under pressure— something you hadn’t been able to shake since your, admittedly, short childhood.

you began to pace through your dinky, one bedroom apartment, absentmindedly stroking at the pictures of a young you, and an even younger Naruto, your mind bouncing from one topic to another.

it was times like this— times when you didn’t feel nearly good enough to be raising Naruto— times where you felt you couldn’t give him what he deserved— that you wished you had someone to talk to, someone that understood.

all you wanted was for him to have everything you didn't. a fulfilling life— one where all his dreams came true— one full of laughter and all the love he could ever hope for.

thoughtlessly, you began to pick at your nails again.

fuck— being a single parent was hard.

————

like clockwork— Naruto burst through the door, looking worse for wear, and your heart plummeted to your toes. you didn’t rush him— waiting for him to speak first, and when he did, you realized that you had been worried for nothing.

a mile a minute, he spoke about his day, how he’d fought his sensei— how Sasuke was kind of cool, but you couldn’t tell anyone he thought that— how Sakura wasn’t very brave, but she tried her best. he also mentioned that she was in love with Sasuke— but it wouldn’t last long, because she’d see how cool Naruto was, and fall in love with him instead.

a smile broke onto your features, your mind easing, worries quieting— until midway through the story he began to tell you how his sensei— a man named Kakashi— wouldn’t let them eat, and then tied your son to a stump when he tried.

your smile dropped, anger blooming hot in your throat— your temper another thing you’d brought with you from childhood— and the moment that Naruto picked up on your change of mood— he scrambled to calm the storm brewing inside of you, “mom.. don’t get mad! it was just a test to make sure we were good enough for him to teach us.”

that didn’t help your irritation at all, the very thought of a man telling your son he wasn’t good enough to teach made your cheeks burn hot.

you didn’t like this Kakashi. you didn’t like him one fucking bit.

————

Naruto was awake the next morning before you— which was the strangest thing you had ever witnessed. normally, you’d drag him out of bed by his feet, jokes about him being lazy falling from your mouth like second nature.

but not today— today he was awake, and already ready to leave.

you were nothing if not surprised when he insisted you walk together, like you did every morning— but only because he didn’t want you to be lonely. if anything, your mind mocked, you were sure he would be the lonely one.

the walk to the training grounds was longer than your normal one to his school, and you knew Naruto wanted to speak— to tell you something or ask a question, but he was hesitant, and also just blatantly staring at the side of your head— as if you couldn’t notice he had something on his mind.

when he spoke however, it was something you hadn’t expected from him,“ma... if you meet Kakashi-Sensei.. will you be nice?”

your steps halted, mind running through possible answers to his question, but you continued to end up at the only logical one—no. absolutely not.

but you persisted, attempting to ease the frustration between your brows, and you gave him a tight lipped grin, hand moving to pinch at the chub on his cheek, “of course, trouble.”

you ushered him to keep moving— your ears burning hot at the thought of lying to him— but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

you could be, at the least, civil with this man, right?

————

wrong. you were wrong.

Kakashi-Sensei wasn’t much older than you, and you were more than happy you had never been in his presence before now. he was a bastard— and as you stood toe to toe with him— fire licking the rage that smoldered low in your gut— you wished you didn’t think he was fucking handsome. especially when he was determined to scare you off, voice lowering to sound more stern— like he was scolding a child— like you hadn't heard him the first fucking time, “i said this is a closed training. you aren’t permitted to be here.”

you could see Naruto’s expression from your peripheral— and he looked every bit terrified that you would maime his sensei before he even had the chance to learn anything.

“momma…” your gaze flickered from Kakashi’s uncovered eye to Naruto, your body language remaining guarded— mouth pulling into a sharp smile— as you prepared to spit something back in Kakashi’s dumb, unusually attractive face.

Kakashi’s mask shifted and you could almost imagine the mocking grin splitting his face. your eyebrow twitched in irritation— before you took a breath, holding it in to calm yourself down, “I wasn’t planning on staying. not that that’s even any of your fucking buisness anyways.” you didn’t sound as level as you had hoped you would, words coming out with the venom you had spent years mastering.

Naruto was grasping at your arm in a second, the pressure grounding you before you could attempt to lay out the man standing in front of you, who was currently looking at you like he hadn’t expected the harshness of your tone to fall from such honeyed lips.

your hand moved to grab at where Naruto’s was placed on your arm, fingers brushing his knuckles affectionately— assuring him you weren’t about to make an ass of yourself in front of his teacher.

“you must be Naruto’s guardian.” Kakashi’s words were slow, like he had the realization you weren’t trying to intrude on their training after all.

“I’m his mother.” you shot the words back quickly, like you were used to correcting people about this matter— but this time Kakashi noted, there was significantly less poison in your words. Kakashi hummed— the tone of it making your guard lock back into place, your gaze moving from the sunshine in Naruto’s eyes, to the thunderclouds in his.

“your reputation precedes you.”

your teeth grated together in vexation— pretty features morphing into something Kakashi couldn’t pinpoint— but could possibly describe as terrifying.

that temper of yours truly wasn’t just village chatter, and apparently neither were your looks. before he could stop himself— he was admiring the way your waist turned into your hips. you were easy on the eyes, or in his case, eye.

after his observation of you, his keen eye caught on to the flex of your fingers as your hand tightened around Naruto’s, and when you spoke again— your sweet lips pulling back into a smile that could almost be described as a snarl— your voice impossibly haughty, “good,” you’d have to apologize to Naruto for this later, “can’t say I’ve ever heard of you though.”

Kakashi seemed to size you up, darkened gaze trailing the length of you until you felt like you could flush under the attention— but your face remained impassive— not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing you waver.

when Kakashi didn’t speak further, you bid goodbye to Naruto— handing over his freshly packed lunch, venom returning in full force when you reminded him that it was important for growing boys to eat.

————

the next time you and Kakashi met— he could hear you before he saw you. voice traveling as you laid into two men— two men that he currently felt very sorry for, “let me tell you something, you jackasses,” a pause in the lashing you were handing out like second nature, “if i ever catch you calling my son a monster again— I’ll fucking show you one.” Kakashi turned the corner just to see your profile turn impossibly angrier, but still beautiful enough to make his chest ache.

you noticed the audience almost instantly— tongue moving to swipe at your honeyed lips in a way that made heat bloom in Kakashi’s stomach— then you turned your attention over to him fully, “what are you looking at?”

Kakashi shrugged easily— giving you, hands down, the most attractive two fingered wave you’d ever seen, “just passing through.”

your blood boiled as he continued on his way, gaze not leaving his back until he vanished from sight— why were you so entranced by him? what a fucking asshole.

that same night, as you settled down to eat with Naruto— he was staring at you again, like he did when he wanted to question you but didn’t know how to word it.

you were patient, watching him with warm eyes as you waited for him to gather his thoughts, “ma.. why don’t you like Kakashi-Sensei?” you stiffened instantly, willing away the suffocating anger in your throat, “he messed with you, trouble. i don’t like anyone that messes with you.”

Naruto grinned at your answer, “you must not like a whole lot of people then.”

your face mirrored his as you leaned across the table, drawing him closer like you had a big secret to share, your eyes twinkling with mirth, “you know i don’t like anyone but you.”

————

the Chuunin exams were literally your worst fucking nightmare— because your son got hurt, but also because you’d also managed to pull out what was truly bothering him. something you had spent forever mastering was your ability to question Naruto so thoroughly that he couldn’t even think to lie. when he had spilled that, Kakashi, the man who was supposed to be teaching him— had begun to focus all his attention on Sasuke, you figured that there was a reason. a logical one.

before you knew it however, you were running with the idea that Naruto was being treated differently for the things he had suffered through— the horror a newborn shouldn’t have had to face. they all did it eventually, treated him differently, like he didn’t deserve nice things, or to have a normal life.

you weren’t upset about Sasuke, you were sure that he was promising— but the very fact that Kakashi wasn’t giving any advice to Naruto about his upcoming face off with various other young, and upcoming ninja— now that, that was enough to make your hands quake, but in your defense— you’d always been quick to anger.

Naruto deserved to be taught the same way everyone else did. he deserved more, if you were honest— but that was your bias talking. either way, the emotions bubbling through your system demanded that you put a stop to this— quickly.

————

it was late afternoon when you showed up on Kakashi’s doorstep— your fist hovering in front of his door, preparing to knock. you felt foolish— what would you say? what would you do? you decided quickly that you were here for Naruto— so it didn’t fucking matter.

three quick knocks was all it took before the man of the hour himself, looking tireder than you’d seen him, made an appearance. his eye widened almost comically large at the sight of your lovely face— marred with anger.

“can i help you?“

“yes,” you bulldozed your way into his apartment, already starting to badger him with questions— that in hindsight— you should have thought about before marching your way over here, “why are you not teaching Naruto? do you think he’s not good enough for you to teach? what about Sakura? are you teaching her? or is your focus now just solely on Sasuke? do you think he’s better than Naruto? huh, do you? i thought the three of them were a team, and you were their leader? what kind of fucking leader chooses favorites?”

you paused— gaze flickering through the small space he called his own, before landing on him— still stationary by the door.

“is this what you came here for? to bother me?”

your chest heaved— hearing tunneling, “what the fuck did you just say? I’m bothering you?” you paused, fingers fiddling with each other in search of a spare edge you could pull at— trying desperately to pull yourself together before you really lost your head. it was short lived— the impassive expression you imagined under his mask sending you spiraling over the edge, “I never ask for anything from anyone! all I want is for my son to live out his goddamn dreams, and be a normal fucking kid,” you pause, mind scrabbling to find the right words, before picking up your rant with more ferocity, “there are always the people like you though— the ones that treat him like the dirt on the bottom of their fucking shoe! he didn’t ask for this— he was a baby when it fucking happened! everyone in this village treats him like he’s less! well he isn’t. he’s more. you fucking hear me? he deserves better. fuck! I’m so sick of this.”

your hands moved to tug at the roots of your hair, before your wild gaze locked back on Kakashi— who was chuckling to himself, leaning easily against his door frame— like you were an old friend that told him a funny joke. your teeth ground together hard enough you thought your jaw would lock, “what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“I would never treat Naruto that way.”

your eyes widened— body moving to invade his personal space, until you were chest to chest— squaring up to him evenly, “what would you call what you’re doing now, then?”

Kakashi moved to stand at his full height, leveling with you, his chest brushing your heaving one until your brain fogged with arousal— fucking attractive jackass, “Naruto is perfectly fine without my guidance for now— Sasuke needs the attention more.”

your brain chugged to a halt— rage and arousal fogging your mind— making you process his words slowly. when Kakashi noticed you were actually paying attention to what he was saying— he continued to speak, “if you hadn’t come in here determined to eat me alive— i could have explained sooner. i trust that Naruto will do just fine. Sasuke has some,” you could see his eyebrow furrow as he thought about the best word to use, “complications.. he needs me now more than Naruto does.”

you gulped air into your lungs, catching your breath, hands moving to smooth down the hairs you’d mused in the act of making a fool of yourself, “you said my reputation preceded me.. i guess you were right?”

in that moment— Kakashi seemed to realize how close you were to him— close enough that the scent of the shampoo you’d used on your hair fogged up his senses. you seemed to realize how close he was at the same moment, your impassive demeanor breaking as you flushed at the look he was giving you.

“i think you owe me an apology.”

————

your temperament has always gotten you in trouble— but nothing like this. nothing like the trouble that you feel when Kakashi’s hand moves to grasp at the back of your head, and pull you into a searing kiss that makes your knees knock.

“ ‘m sorry,” you mutter sharply into his mouth, hands groping at any part of him you can reach, to somehow get him closer to you. your body heats up to an impossible temperature when Kakashi’s tongue laps at the inside of your mouth, one of his hands moving to grasp at your jaw, opening you up so he can kiss you deeper, and your breath stutters when his fingers dig into the fat on your waist, kneading the softness there.

when he pulls back, and you get a glance at the lower half of his face for the first time— it feels like your heart will patter out of your chest. it should be illegal to look as sinful as he does. his mouth pulls into a small smile, and your gaze locks on the mole on his chin, your own lips mirroring his expression, “ ‘s okay.” your heart soars in a way it never has before at the sound of his forgiveness.

when he descends back towards you— you quiver, but meet him fully, eagerly, as he tugs your shirt over your head— mouth falling to kiss at where your breasts spill out of their covering. some of the kisses are soft, and make you giggle at the featheriness of them— others are feverish and wet as his tongue laps at you to find the spots that will make you keen for him. when he finds the ones that make you claw at him, quiet noises for more pulling from your sweet mouth— he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh sharply enough you squeal for him, and hard enough to make your skin bloom purple, “sensitive here, huh pretty?”

you want to fire something back at him— something sharp, but you can’t bring yourself to speak. not when he’s back to lapping at you like you're the sweetest treat he’s ever had. not when he’s tugging at the latch of your bra, trying to free you of your clothing— so he can see you fully. your nerves flutter, but are quickly soothed by the tickle of his free hand against the softness of the skin around your hips and the sweet promises of pleasure he mutters against the skin of your breasts.

before you know it— he has you delirious— drowning with pleasure, and placed precariously on his nightstand— your soft thighs spread open for his wandering fingers. he pets at the stickiness glueing your underwear to your sweet cunt— eyes tracing the path his fingers take, until he’s tugging at the puffiness of your clit, and you’re grabbing at his wrist, whining for him to be gentle—but your hips still jump at the contact.

“thought i was supposed to be apologizing to you..” Kakashi’s gaze flickers to your face— his one dark eye reminding you, again, of the darkness of a thundercloud, and before you can speak again— he’s sunk to his knees, mouthing at the confection of you through the only piece of clothing remaining on your body. at the feeling of him suckling at you through the thinness of your underwear, you clam up— mind whirling, “ ‘ashi! wait,” your thighs close around him, fingers tugging at the silver on his head desperately, and he pauses instantly, giving you a small amount of space,“ ‘s okay, pretty. ‘s okay.”

his fingers draw soothing circles into your thighs— mouth pressing a sweet kiss to your swollen sex, “tell me what’s wrong, yeah? doesn't feel good?”

your chest heaves at the sugariness of his tone, “never— never had,” you trail off, suddenly feeling much more bashful than you should have, and you can feel the shame creeping into your bones as he finishes your sentence, voice suddenly airyer, “never had someone put their mouth here before?” you’re suddenly very quiet, nervous that he’ll stop if you come clean, “never had anyone want to do it ‘efore.” Kakashi’s cock jumps in his pants at the thought of being your first something— his eye peering up at you through his lashes, slick stained mouth parting to assure you that it’s okay— he’ll gladly be your first.

————

it doesn’t take much longer for him to be level with you again. the tang of your arousal— heavy on his breath as he bares down on you is dizzying— and before you know it, you’re tugging his tank top over his head, stopping to admire the flex of his biceps as he helps you— but you’re far too determined to kiss the new skin he’s baring to you to let it deter you for long.

when his shirt is finally gone— you scrap the idea of kissing at his chest— instantly more interested in what the pewter dusting of hair on his abdomen leads to, and with a quiet noise of approval— you tug him closer, hands fiddling with the waist of his pants, spine bending to press your face against his stomach, candied lips that haunt Kakashi’s every dream pressing hot kisses to every bare spot they can reach.

“you walk around here acting all mean, but you’re really just a sweet little thing, huh?” you hum in agreement, determined to get what you want from him— what you need.

you’ve figured out the secret to his pants, after what feels like forever, but before you have the chance to grab at his cock, Kakashi has your hands— his sweet mouth pressing back against yours, and you swear you could find salvation in the feeling.

“ ‘ana put my mouth on it— please, please,” it’s more of a hushed whisper against his lips, a complete switch from when you’d practically broken into his house— voice loud and accusing. it’s almost laughable, but looming over your flushed form, looking down at you— tears threatening to fall from your lash line, your sugary lips swollen, your syrupy sweet cunt dripping slick all over the cheap wood of his nightstand— Kakashi finds himself unable to fulfill your request. you look far too inviting.

he brings your hands to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to your fingers, “some other time, ‘kay?” you nod hesitantly— heat blooming in your abdomen again when he presses two of his fingers into your gummy cunt, opening you up, rooting around your insides until you hiccup his name. his words are hazy, your mind processing them slowly, but you still understand the question he asks, as his free hand rubs figure eights into the skin of your back, “you’ve had a man before?”

you nod hastily, spilling a secret you’ve never thought of sharing before, “ ‘ever made me come though..”

Kakashi swears he can hear the blood rushing to his cock at your confession, and before you can speak another hushed word, he has your back flush to the wall behind the nightstand. his hands grip tightly at the plush of your thighs— practically splitting you in half.

it’s doesn’t take long for him to start bullying his fat cock head into you, and not long after that— he’s battering up your insides, shaping your pliable cunt to fit his cock.

his hands grip tighter at your hips, breath coming in short pants against where he’s tucked his face against you to bite at your throat, “gonna come for me, huh? gonna be the first man to give you it good enough, yeah?”

you claw at him, answering his questions with sweet babbles, because he’s right— you can feel it, the rush in your ears that only happens when you touch yourself. his fingers dance over your slick, rubbing at the most desperate part until your babbling turns into soft cries of his name that cling to your throat, until you’re heaving quietly into the skin on his chest— your body stuck in limbo as he continues to fuck you— your mind so high it scares you a little, you’ll never have anything like this again— never have anything like him, again.

Kakashi pulls your face from his chest, cradling you like a lover would, “wanna look at you, ‘kay? wanna see you all pretty and dumb for me, sweet thing.”

your honeyed lips are parted, slicked with his spit— cheeks flushed from the assault he’s launched on your poor pussy— doe-eyed and thoughtless as you begin to mindlessly beg, “ ‘s okay— ‘s okay ‘ashi— you can come, want you to— please, come for me.”

Kakashi doesn’t have the willpower to resist such cloying requests— especially with how satisfying you look on his cock.

————

you’re standing at his door now, after you somehow managed to put yourself back together, but you’re nervous— so nervous Kakashi can taste it.

you feel more vulnerable than ever, and you’re desperate to take back some control. your hands move to smooth the rumpled hairs on your head, voice carrying the air of sureness it always did, “i have to go.”

Kakashi nods along to your statement, arms folding over his chest in the way that makes your heart skip.

you feel sure of yourself now, “and… and we shouldn’t,” you pause, motioning between the two of you, “you know.. do that again.. feels kinda unprofessional.”

Kakashi watches you for a second, remaining immobile, before agreeing with a nod of his head.

your heart drops to your stomach at the thought of him not wanting you again— but you persist, eyes lighting back up with the same determination you normally wore everywhere.

he was just a man.

you didn’t need a fucking man. you had more important things to worry about.

like Naruto.

shit— Naruto was probably worried. with a final nod in Kakashi’s direction, you bulldozed your way out of his apartment— the same hurry in your step as when you’d showed up, determined to confirm your son was safe at home.

————

Naruto was fine. lounging on the couch, eating from a family sized bag of chips he had snagged from the shelf of the cabinet you swore he was too small to reach yesterday. you felt relieved that he was safe— but that didn’t help the guilt you felt for not being there to welcome him home, no matter how many times he told you that it was okay, he was just glad you were back now.

after a short contemplation between the two of you, you both decided that Ramen Ichiraku would be the best option for dinner. you were far too tired to cook, and Naruto complained he hadn’t been there in so long— even if it was less than a week ago.

you made commendable timing, and were there within an hour— settled into your chairs as Naruto started his order, “i want an order of that.. and that! oh— wait, ma— can i get miso pork too?” debt. you were going to go into debt— but you quickly agreed anyways, “get whatever you want, trouble.”

from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the familiar silver hair settling across from a man in a green jumpsuit, and your heart skipped. you recuperated quickly, bringing your attention back to ordering your meal— but that didn’t stop you from noticing Kakashi’s gaze was already pointed in your direction.

more determined than ever, you turned your nose up— opting to turn your full attention to Naruto and the newly seated Iruka— who always joined in on the ritual of going broke for Naruto in the ramen shop.

your mind wandered back to the way Kakashi’s lips felt against your throat, and fuck— you just had to go and make things weird, didn’t you?

[julsvu]

teen romance — camilo madrigal

synopsis : how i imagine dating camilo would be like <3 also my 1st post :o

contains : camilo having identity issues, some cuss words

the fluff :D

oh boy, the moment u agreed for him to be ur boyfriend, ya better be ready for an adventure.

camilo would be smiling so hard once u accept his confession skfbske, like the mf just won the lottery. (i mean he kinda did but yk /hj)

ok so like

i feel like he would smother u in affection everytime he sees u

but he'll respect it if u aren't comfy w that

he would be lowkey nervous abt pda but at the same time he has u as an s/o now, he has a good reason to flex and shower u in affection 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

mf was whipped and will always be whipped for u

ure prob just as whipped as him tho

maybe more than him /j

ANYWAYS

he would def like dancing with u, just jamming to random music in his room or dancing in the town, not caring if a ton of ppl r watching u guys 😍😍😍

literally hes so romantic and such a gentleman during ur relationship :((

felíx raised him well

constant cuddling sessions w him :((

also a warning; just bcs u guys r dating doesnt mean he would stop pranking u LMAOOO

during dates, he would literally make u go to his room and have a romantic ass date there by him shifting the room into a romantic theme or sumth

like OMG??

he would be such a gentleman bruh :((

also when you meet his family or when he introduces u to them, they would accept you immediately.

they would tell u embarrassing childhood stories abt him

and how annoying camilo was gushing about u when u two werent dating (dolores def said that as revenge when camilo was teasing her for mariano LMAOO)

pepa and felíx would be vv happy that u make their son happy

literally a bit of rain would drop on u bcs of pepa's tear's of joy, but felíx would ofc calm her down

they're so proud that camilo found the love of his life :((

they also sometimes see themselves in u guys when they were younger

and alma would prob be hesitant, but she will accept u after sometime, dont worry :D

overall his family would accept u, and would see u as their family as well 2!

the angst D:

when he is experiencing identity issues, he most likely wouldn't be that open abt it, like he would lock himself in his room, wondering if the reflection he's looking at the mirror is rlly him or not :(

and u would wonder where did camilo go throughout the day, cuz usually u guys hangout w eachother after chores.

so u go to casita, and went to his room, finding himself staring at the mirror and tears in his eyes.

the sight broke you.

and once camilo heard his room door open, he looks at u with a shocked face, tears still in his eyes

and you didn't hesitate to run to him and hug him, rubbing his back, asking him whats wrong.

"why do you love me, (name)? when I don't even know who am i.."

"camilo, i love you because of the way you smile, the way your eyes brighten up when you see something you like, the way you're so brave, not hesitating to do anything risky, the way you let me out of my shell, the way you make people laugh — the way you do everything. you're camilo madrigal. the boy i fell inlove with, the boy who makes me happy, and my first and forever love."

yeah he cried more after that,,

he was just so glad he has a partner like u :((

ok anyways moving on for the arguments

i actually dont know what u guys would be arguing abt but ig imagine u guys argue and yk big fight and stuff sad

fortunately, the both of u prob wouldn't stay mad for eachother that long

the only thing unfortunate was for dolores, she heard the sad ass argument while she was just trying to talk to mariano ☹️☹️

OK ANYWAYS

so like camilo would prob try making up to u by forcing u to talk to him once he sees u in town again, he does not care if ure talking to someone else or sumth

so like u guys go to somewhere private, and a silence fills the air until u say: "what do you want, camilo."

ouch

but, camilo was determined to apologize and fix everything alright?

he looked at you, and said sorry about the argument and how he wasn't really thinking about what he was saying, and promised to do better and be much more aware next time, instead of being careless.

ofc, u apologized as well and accepted his apology :D

the end !! hope ya enjoyed it hehe <3

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[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[aroaceconfessions]

cw // alcohol mention also this is very long im sorry in advance

as an aroace i tried to be straight for a day and i have concluded it did not work. ‘proper’ (???) kissing was fun, but i think that’s because i was drunk and everything is fun when i’m drunk.

i also put on my Extra Straight Girl hat and tried to like this one guy, but that also didn’t work because i like him, just in no alloromantic or allosexual way at all. he’s a really good cuddler, and it’s really nice to be held by him though, but that also might be because i have realized lately i am very touch starved. but i think it is not entirely that because i feel like i liked being with him More than i would someone else.

he is also the one guy i would like, idk,, i used to be rather sex-repulsed, but personally a lot of that was because of underlying issues for me and now that i have gotten over a few, i think i’m more sex-ambivalent, or like sex-indifferent. in my Trying on Being a Straight Girl episode, i have mentally thought about Things, and honestly if he wanted to i wouldn’t mind trying i think, so there’s that. and i don’t really hold that same perspective with anyone else.

during my adventures of Straightness, it felt nice for my silly little brain to think ‘wow i’m like the other girls now!’ because if we just ignore how it’s nothing like a crush at all, it’s almost like i have a crush on him! and that’s kind of fun hahah i can do all that texting ur best friend like ‘omg what do i say’ thing even if i don’t actually care that much. it’s kind of like when u type LMAO IM CRYING but u’re just sitting there not even smiling, but instead it’s everything and it’s the depth of emotion im not feeling.

idk it’s been very interesting for me this past year about my identity. i’ve identified as ace much longer than i have aro, and it used to be the only thing i was sure of, but it feels like recently i’ve been feeling much much more connected to my aromanticism. because sex is a bit of a… maybe sometimes, most of the time no but i think one day i could, maybe. and my feelings towards it are like, well i have a high libido so idk i’d be more willing than if not. but the point is my feelings have shifted from ‘no never not under any circumstances’ to ‘i mean in another world very similar to this one but not, i could’ so i guess you could describe it that i’m more flippant about it these days. but romance? romantic relationships?

okay, take Object of my Fake Straight Affections. i have considered i would be okay doing Things with him, in an ideal world, if we ever got to that point. but being in a romantic relationship with him? i can think of netflix and chill vibes and it’s like ‘shrug, sure’ but texting him all day and going to him first about the random stuff in my life and seeing him regularly and idk whatever else people do in romantic relationships? i am writing this hungover right now and im going to stop thinking about that, because the discomfort might cause a physical reaction 💀

idk it’s just strange to think about how my identity has become what it is and how i’ve grown since then. i find it really fun though, i like learning more about myself. yknow vaguely offtopic but it occurred to me the other day that all the time i spend introspecting anout myself, people might spend that time daydreaming about being in a relationship. a classmate a few years ago was talking about her future and she was like ‘of course i’ve thought about what my kids would be called! i want 4, 2 boys and 2 girls!’ and i’m now realizing people just. sit there and think about that stuff unprompted. like what. my brain is a test lab where i spend hours litmus testing myself on everything, and some people’s are a perfect sim world of their hopeful future. wild.

even if i did really like that guy though nothing can ever come of it and it makes me a bit sad. because he’s a very much straight cis guy, and he would likely not understand anything aspec. and also my only connection to him is liking being close to him physically, because i am extremely, extremely aroace and despite my best efforts i cannot magically conjure up any attraction, so it’s like. ah. can’t really make an intimate committed relationship out of ‘hey i like your cuddles.’ i mean you could, but not with the straight cis guy who thinks in girlfriend, yknow? like for cishetallo people who don’t even know what the word ‘cis’ means, it’s either date or idk fwb, and i am not looking to go down either path…

it’s kinda weird how i mirror some of the stuff people do when they Like someone tho. cuz i dont wanna ruin our friendship and i dont wanna be just another girl to him. but it’s like, ok so what do you actually want then. and i just dial up tone into the void. which is not very fair were i to get to that point with him. but also it’s unlikely i’d ever get to that point because i don’t think he finds me pretty and i’m probably not his type and i’m very inexperienced but i want him to like me still and see, these are common worries when people have a crush right? but i don’t have a crush??? my brain just looks at it all and cherry picks the randomest of stuff apparently.

man i think i’m just a mess 😭 im all over the place. i really am just treating this like some confession box i’m pretty sure nobody cares about this but i’m glad i can come here and say it all anyway. this is one of my favorite blogs ans im happy it exists

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

ahh i’ve read all ur childe fics and they are absolutely amazing 🥺 i also live for angst and the way you portray ur characters emotions is emasculate *chefs kiss* is it possible if i may request an angsty childe fic where his s/o feels betrayed after finding out hes only been with her as part of the fatui’s plans but throughout the process childe actually falls in love and never meant to hurt them? and pls a fluffy ending bc my heart can’t take angst 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing - Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax x Reader

Warnings - Spoilers for Childe’s background.

Other Comments - Hello!! I am so glad that you are enjoying my stuff! I never would have imagined that I would receive so much positive feedback as I just started doing this but everyone has welcomed me with open arms hehe!!  (//▽//) Anyway you are in luck because I absolutely love writing angst so lets go! Also these are heavily inspired by the songs Decode and All I Wanted by Paramore so I kinda recommend listening to them while you read. (๑˘︶˘๑)

      Everyone you have encountered along your journey have been so friendly; all of them going out of their way to assist you. You have gained many friends along your way which have caused you to become quite a trusting person, to a fault at this point. Every person you have met with try their best to help you with your journey and leave a lingering friendship which you are incredibly grateful for. When you first decided you wanted to become an adventurer, your parents were extremely apprehensive, not trusting the world around you. You were determined to prove them wrong, and so far you have. 

      You had decided you wanted to settle down in Liyue for a while, exhausted from the constant traveling. This way you were always able to stay close around the Adventurers Guild. Along your journey of living in Liyue you had continued to meet many lovely and helpful people; one being a tall copper headed man. 

      During your travel and adventuring you had started to become a fairly big name, as you were incredibly skilled and managed to help save Mondstadt on a variety of occasions; even getting to know the grand master of the Knights of Favonius. So when a tall young man approached you, already knowing your name you weren’t all too surprised. You had already settled down into your small cozy apartment when he had come up to you.

      “Excuse me, you don’t happen to be (y/n) do you?” You looked up, your eyes meeting bright blue ones as you found the owner of the soothing voice.

      “Oh uh, yes that’s me. Is there something I can help you with?” A pleasant smile graced your face as the tall man gave a polite smile back before continuing. 

      “I was wondering if you could assist me with a domain, I seem to be having a bit more trouble with it than I had expected. I’ve heard you’re one of the best out there right now.” Your face flushed, something about this man was so endearing, and helping him out couldn’t be too hard, you had been able to defeat most of the domains in the area anyway so why not?

      “Sure, I’d be more than happy to help you out! Are you an adventurer like I am?” You heard Childe let out a low chuckle.

      “Oh no I am a Fatui Harbinger.” Wait- did he just say he was a Harbinger? You didn’t know much about the Fatui, but what you did know and have heard from other people was that the Fatui were always bad news. He didn’t seem like what everyone was saying though.

      “Well then, when would you like to go?”

      That was the beginning of your relationship with the Harbinger. After that you two both seemed to get along surprisingly well, and you found yourself struggling to stop seeing him. He was always on your mind, and with him almost always being around you that wasn’t helping either.

      “So, where shall we go today darling?” Childe had decided to take up space in your already cramped apartment, not that you were complaining. It had been about six months since you had settled down in Liyue and you decided it was finally time to start traveling again. You had formed a really close connection with Childe, he always seemed to be your savior in situations that you needed it. You hoped that Childe would come along with you, but part of you had a feeling that he had to stay here for some reason.

      “Well I was thinking I would go back to traveling again, I have stayed for about half a year so I think it’s time.” The smile that always seemed to find its place on Childe face quickly dropped, and you saw something change for a split second before returning back to normal.

      “Oh well if that’s what you want then I am not going to stop you, but I can no longer accompany you, you better leave as soon as possible though.” Now what could he have said that for. 

      “So you can cover as much ground of course!” Childe must’ve picked up on your questioning gaze when he said that, as a reassuring smile found its way back to his face.

      “I suppose you’re right, I need to say goodbye to the friends that I’ve made here though. Could you help me pack my things while I go do that?” A strong nod came from Childe before you granted yourself permission to leave.

      It took you longer than you had anticipated to track down and say goodbye to all of the friends you had made here and Liyue, which you could blame Xiangling for as she made sure to make plenty of your favourite dishes for your trip.

      As you approached your building you saw the back of the boy you knew so well, duck into a dark alley. Something could’ve been wrong, so to make sure he was okay you quietly followed a little ways behind. 

      “Are you deaf or just stupid? Your job was to get close to the dumb bitch and then bring them in. What is taking so long are you kidding?” A shorter man with a large hat was currently talking to Childe, surely they couldn’t be talking about you.

      “Listen I know what my orders were, I was just waiting for a good time.” Childe’s voice was quite and his eyes were focused on the ground.

      “If they’re leaving today, you better hope that they are still in Liyue for your own well being.” With that the shorter man quickly turned away and stormed off. So it was all a setup. Everything they did and talked about... All the things he told you... You as you were backing away in disbelief your shoe scuffed against the ground, causing Childe to whip around, those once familiar blue eyes meeting yours blowing out wide.

      “(Y/n) wait-” You didn’t let him finish before you took off sprinting up to your apartment, hoping to get up there and lock yourself in. Was he going to kill you for over hearing?

      You tripped a couple times going up the stairs hoping to the gods that you would still have enough time to shut and lock your door, all the while Childe was behind you begging for you to stop, for you to come back. Relief washed over you as your eyes found your door, adrenaline still pumping wildly through you. 

      “Please please please gods let me in!” You franticly attempted to unlock your door, the adrenaline making you shaky causing you to miss the keyhole. Your feverish prayers were answered when you flung the front door open, Childe’s loud footsteps pounding against the floor behind you. Right as you were slamming the door closed Childe’s body flew against the door, causing it to swing back open, hitting you in the process and tossing you to the ground; knocking the wind out of you.

      Childe stood over you, panting as he tried to catch his breath. Was this the end? Were you going to die? Your wild eyes found his, the fear in them causing him to falter. He never wanted to see fear in your eyes, especially not because of him. The darkness of the night made it hard to see, the only light spilling in from the hallway through your open front door, spotlighting your face and the tears you had falling down your cheeks. You don’t remember when you started crying but it was obvious now. Neither of you spoke for a while, not knowing what to say. It was clear that Childe wasn’t going to kill you, but that still left a plethora of issues.

      “You...” You began to speak, your voice shaky and uncertain. Childe’s eyes silently begged for you to stop.

      “You took advantage of me. Everything was a lie. Was anything that came out of your mouth true?!” Sadness and anger flushed your face and you slowly rose to your feet.

      “(Y/n) please... I never meant for it to go on this long.” That didn’t help his situation, that sentence having the same effect of putting water on an oil fire. Anger bloomed from your chest, almost making it hard to breathe.

      “I trusted you! I guess this is all my fault for putting my trust into a Fatui Harbinger! Childe’s not even your real name! I know NOTHING about you!! And... and I let you stay with me! Keep me company! I let you put your filthy hands on me! You kissed me!!” Tears began to spill faster, but not just from you this time.

      “(Y/n) please my feelings and actions towards you were no lies!! I admit this was all set up, but then I began to truly fall in love with you!! You have to believe me!” A loud broken laugh escaped your lips, almost like a bark.

      “Believe you?! Again I don’t even know your real name-”

      “Tartaglia.” This stopped you in your tracks, you couldn’t quite make sense of what he said.

      “What?” Your words were barely above a whisper.

      “My name. It’s Tartaglia. My family calls me Ajax. I am the 11th Harbinger of the Fatui. I moved to Liyue as a debt collector. I don’t want to be in the Fatui, not ever since I met you. You knew who the Fatui were and still chose to trust me. No one except my family has ever looked at me the way you do. I am from Snezhnaya. My birthday is July 20th. I enjoy ice fishing and combat. I have many siblings, a couple younger brothers named Teucer and Anthony and I have a sister named Tonia. See? You know so much more now!” You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just stared at him. Childe or Tartaglia rather, was clearly getting anxious at your silence, as he shifted around more or fiddled with his gloves. He was normally so confident, so seeing him like this was shocking.

      “(Y/n) please, say something; anything.” The desperation in his voice made your chest tighten. What could you say? On one hand you wanted to just forgive him and fall into his arms, on the other hand he had completely destroyed your trust; were you really willing on forgiving him that easily?

      “Childe... I...” You could see Tartaglia flinch, not used to the tone of his code name on you tongue. He wanted so desperately for you to just say his real name. He wanted to embrace you, for you to forgive him. He would find a way out of this for the both of you. 

      “(Y/n) I will help you. I fell in love with you. I knew the second I set my eyes on you that I say going to fall for you. I will get you out of this situation, I have to. I know it’s stupid to say this now, but you have to trust me on this. After I get you out of here is when you can hit me scream at me and tell me never to see you again. I just need to make sure you’re safe.” You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore as you began to cry again. Tartaglia stepped close to you, slowly to make sure that you had a way to back up if you didn’t want him to get closer. When you didn’t move he took that as an ‘okay’ to get close, and that’s what he did.

      Slowly the distance between the two of you closed as Tartaglia sunk to his knees and clung to you. His hold on you was iron tight, as he waited and hoped for you to return the hold; which much to his surprise you did. You clung to him and cried. 

      “I will make you trust me again (y/n). I will make you trust me and I will keep you safe. You have my word. I love you.”

[choiwrites]

kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k  Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary:  During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?" 

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you,  freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves.. 

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that. 

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds. 

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier. 

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest. 

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven. 

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories." 

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff." 

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing." 

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long." 

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

 You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin. 

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit. 

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!" 

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes." 

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all!