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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Charter ch. 3

Warnings: banter, toxicity, oral, protected sex, dirty talk, age gap, talk of drug use & addiction

Why did I always fucking do this? Why did I always get involved with the girls with the big fucking mouths? Sure she had a heart of gold and a laugh that had me dying to hear it at any moment and her body.. fuck. Plus she’s my employee and five years fucking younger than me.

I remember how stupid I was at her age. How I got someone pregnant from a one night stand. How she led me to believe it wasn’t mine even after the baby came out looking just fucking like me.

My gut churned at the thought of the worst nine months of my life. The not knowing. How I let her mother use me for money over and over again only to find out that she was doing drugs. It took months in the NICU on the mainland before Summer got to come home and another year to prove that her mother was unfit. Court systems tend to do everything they can to keep children with their mothers even with plenty of evidence against them.

How was I supposed to let someone else into Summer’s life when her own mother failed her? I refused to let it happen again. That’s why I didn’t date. That’s why my father didn’t know her. I knew a thing or two about absent parents and I wasn’t about to let it hurt my daughter the way it had me. She deserved happiness and that was all I was going to give her.

The Charter is closed on Sundays and Mondays so that gave me two full days with my girl. Those are always my favorite days. We spend it at the beach, at the Chateau, at the Wreck, and wherever else we can get into. All while singing every Disney song she’s ever heard.

When Tuesday rolled around, I was anxious. I wanted to see Y/N again but I couldn’t let it be known that there was anything between us to anyone else. People will take anything and run with it and I didn’t need Summer’s mother finding any ammunition against me. But seeing Y/N bent over at the counter, flipping through our supply magazine had me stiffening in my shorts. I wanted to take her right then and there.

Her eyes darted up at the sound of the bell from the door being opened but she quickly glanced away when she realized it was just me. I did a quick scan of the shelves to make sure no one else was in the store before stopping in front of her. She didn’t look up as she flipped the page.

“Do I pay you to read on the clock?”

“Yep. And you fuck me on it too.”

She didn’t look up at me and I was glad because I had to wipe the stupid grin off my face. I hated how hot she was when she was mad.

“Would you rather me make you clock out?”

“For thirty seconds? It wouldn’t be worth it.” She didn’t miss a fucking beat and I didn’t bother to stifle my laughter.

“It’s at least forty-five seconds.”

Silence.

Fine.

“Truck came today.” I change the subject to work and she nods.

“Yep and I put 90% of it away already. The rest is too heavy for me to put on the racks.” Which was fine. I did that part anyway.

“Have we been busy?”

“Check the register.”

“Y/N.”

“JJ.”

I sighed, pulling out my phone and going to my pictures. I turned my phone to face her, letting her see the picture I’d taken of Summer and I yesterday. Her blonde curls hung around her face in a happy smile, looking every bit my twin. She was in her pink princess dress and I was in my pink shirt. Her favorite shirt that I had to wear so we matched. Y/N’s eyes darted to my phone and she couldn’t fight off her beaming smile. Seconds passed before she straightened and took my phone. I let her flip through the pictures, mostly all Summer and me.

“She looks just like you.” Y/N cooed, pinching her fingers as she zoomed in. I wasn’t sure how far back she’d gotten in the albums but I could probably guess when her face fell.

“She was so tiny.” She whispered, no doubt looking at the picture of Summer in the NICU hooked up to wires and machines.

“She was nine weeks early.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding out my hand for my phone back. Her glassy eyes met mine and I knew she was fighting back tears as she handed me my phone back.

“What’s her name?”

“Summer Rain Maybank.”

The shop bell went off and the conversation ended. Back to work we went.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her tonight. Usually she was the one always watching me. My blood always ran hotter knowing she couldn’t take her eyes off me. Why did she think I wore these cutoffs everyday? I liked that she was constantly checking out my body and I wanted her to. Now she could hardly stand to glance in my direction. If this was a game of hard to get, she was fucking winning.

“I brought extra shrimp and grits if you want some.” I called around break time and she just waved me off.

“You can go ahead and head out if you want. I can close up.” I offered, thinking maybe she’d want to get home an hour or two earlier but she just shrugged and continued stocking shelves.

“How’s your dog?” I asked at one point and she grumbled a “fine” in response. I’d just about fucking had it when the sun was setting and we were going through our closing routine. I not so gently put the cash drawer down and stalked towards her as she made her way to the work bench. She didn’t see me coming, wasn’t even paying attention, until I fisted her shirt and yanked her against me. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before they narrowed to a glare.

“Out with it. You want me to apologize? Fine. I’m sorry. You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk to show you how sorry I am? Fine. But you will acknowledge me. You will look at me. You will say more than two words to me.” I bit out, my body shaking with something I didn’t quite recognize. My cock was so hard I could hardly breathe as those defiant eyes stared back up at me. She pressed her tits against my chest, her fingers hooking in my belt loops as she leaned in, her breath hitting my mouth.

“Or. What.”

I tore her shirt down the middle making her gasp in surprise before shoving her back against the work bench and ducking my head to suck her pierced nipple in my mouth.

“Oh god.” She moaned, yanking on my hair as she bowed over the work bench. I grabbed her ass with both hands after ripping her bra off next and throwing it behind me, her nipples at my mercy. When she was trembling and crying out, I pulled away and flipped her so she was face down on the work bench. I slapped her ass hard before yanking her shorts and panties down.

“You fucking caveman.” She bit out, arching her ass out for me anyway as I kneeled behind her.

“It’s your fault.” I snapped before burying my face in her dripping pussy. She cried out, lifting one leg up onto the work bench to give me better access. I licked and sucked like my life depended on it. She was moaning like crazy and trembling, her hand reached back to fist my hair. When I plunged my tongue deep inside her she all but screamed as she came on my tongue. I didn’t stop until she was whimpering and as I rose to my feet, she spun around and pushed me to sit at the desk chair.

I nearly came right there just from the pure hunger in her eyes as she tore open my shorts and freed my cock. I dug a condom from my pocket and she ripped it open with her teeth before rolling it on.

“I’m still mad at you.” She bit out, straddling my waist and positioning me at her entrance.

“That doesn’t go away.” I start to smirk but she sinks down on my cock and I throw my head back with a groan, her hands fisting my shirt as she starts to ride me.

My hands find her hips as I thrust up into her, hitting so deep our eyes nearly cross.

“God, it’s too deep.” She whines breathlessly, her lashes fluttering with every bounce of her hips.

“I can get deeper.” I taunt, lifting her in my arms and putting her back on the desk. Her legs find my shoulders then I’m fucking her like my life depends on it. My hips keep hitting the desk but I’m too fucking close to care. Her cries pierce my ears as she grips her own tits, pinching the piercing nipples as I tighten my grip on her waist. I move one hand to her stomach and push down, her entire body tightening as she bows off the desk with a choked scream.

I came right along with her, filling up the condom until I’m wrung dry and panting. I have to carefully pull out so she doesn’t rip the condom off inside her with the way she’s still clamped down. I can’t take my eyes off the way her body is shuddering as she comes down. Her flushed body and her raspy breathing. Her hard nipples begging for my mouth again. This girl was going to get me in trouble.

“I need more.” She whispers, finally opening her eyes to look at me. I smirk after throwing away the condom and fixing my shorts. I run my hands up her thighs and she shakes harder, her eyes pleading.

“Greedy.” My fingers glide over her glistening swollen clit making her jerk and whimper with need.

“That’s what happens when you piss me off. I need a way to release that pent up aggression.” She breathes, her hips bucking with every feather like touch to her clit.

“So I take it you don’t want me to be gentle when I finger fuck you?” My voice is lower and hungry as I tease her entrance with my finger. She growls in warning.

“No. Never.” She breathes, palming her gorgeous tits again.

“You don’t want me to ease in slowly as I fill you?” I murmur as I do just that, sliding two fingers inside her desperate cunt and she moans low and long.

“No.” She pants. I smirk as I start to pump my fingers slowly, too slowly for my own liking. I curl my fingers to find her G-spot and her eyes pop open, her hand reaching for me.

“Oh god.”

“You don’t like when I do that?” She only whimpers. I chuckle darkly as I give her what she wants. We don’t leave until she’s dripping on the floor and I’ve fucked her again.

We walk out together as usual, only she’s wearing a shirt from the shop instead of her own, a small smile on her face as she twirls her keys around her fingers. It’s not until we’re half way across the street that I stop dead in my tracks as I take in who’s leaning against my truck.

“How’s my daughter, JJ?” She calls, my good mood instantly fucking gone.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years

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Hello! I want some more angst so how about ROR characters trying to comfort reader whose boyfriend cheated on her?

-You sobbed into Randgriz’s lap, wrapped up like a burrito in a big blanket, having just found out that your boyfriend had been seeing another girl for almost the full two years you had been dating. You ran into the two of them by accident while out and about and the other girl had been just as hurt, dumping him on the spot and you did the same, running home.

-When you ran in, sobbing, you freaked out many members of your mismatched family as you ran upstairs, not wanting to face them before throwing yourself dramatically on your bed, Disney Princess style, and sobbed into your pillow.

-The valkyries were the ones to enter your room and after some coaxing and seeing your phone blowing up with messages from your boyfriend, they were easily able to put two-and-two together and let everyone else know that your boyfriend had cheated on you.

-Adam- Eve had joined you and Randgriz, wanting to calm you down, stroking your hair gently, trying not to mention anything about your ex as she didn’t want to upset you any more than you were. After a while you calmed down, hiccupping as the two nurturing women hugged you from each side. You were pouting, upset, before you spoke, “Where’s dad?” Eve smiled softly, “Adam said he was going out fishing for a bit.” Randgriz and I were a bit confused, sharing a look before Eve continued, “I’m not sure what kind of fishing can be done with a shotgun however.” She then froze and you and Randgriz froze before the three of you ran out of the room to chase after Adam before he did anything rash.

-Hercules- He came into your room after he found out, sitting beside you and you moved like a caterpillar, as you were a blanket burrito, into his arms, letting him hold you while you were glaring hard at nothing in particular. He held you close, you could feel the heat he was giving off from anger, but he was calm, for you, before he grinned down at you, “Do you want me to break his legs?” you bumped your head against his shoulder, giving him a soft glare, “No, I don’t want you going to jail over that prick.” He didn’t scold you over your language, instead grinning, “How about ice cream then?” Randgriz saw your eyes light up and he grinned before setting you on your bed, telling you to wash your face and he would take you to the fancy ice cream parlor.

-Jack- Hoo boy~ as soon as he learned of why you were crying, he was already heading to his room to get his hat and walking cane, looking through his array of blades, trying to decide which one was worthy of making a masterpiece out of your ex. As he was about to leave the house, he heard you call out for him and he turned, eyes wide, seeing your pitiful look, seeing the deep color of sadness upon you, one he despised to see on you. His hug was warm, and he felt you sag into his embrace, your hands clutching his coat, “Don’t kill him.” He looked almost offended that you wanted to spare the wretch that caused you such pain before you shook your head, “He’s not worth it.” he relented, patting your head gently before taking you to the kitchen to make you some tea. Jack went out that evening and didn’t return home until late, he didn’t kill your ex, but he was quick to learn the meaning of fear and was threatened to stay away from all women until he learned not to be a two-timing pig.

-Brunnhilde- She had to be held back by the other valkyries, minus Randgriz, as she tried to charge out the front door, fury on her face and ready to throw some hands. The other valkyries and gods wanted to do the same and many were less than enthusiastic in stopping the eldest of the valkyries, but some kept a cool head that rushing off while mad was a bad combination. She ended up eating almost twelve of her pies before she calmed down enough to listen to reason, from Loki of all people, “It’s still daylight out! Wait for it to be dark first!” she nodded, holding a hand to her mouth, “You’re right!” Odin bonked them both on the head, putting a stop to their plotting, even though he wanted to join them as well for making you cry. Once you were calmed down, she took you out herself to a bakery and let you get whatever you want, and you had a pastry party with her.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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A Date Gone Wrong

A little humor for you guys! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Eddie was never going to let Steve plan any of their dates ever again. He was having fun for a while, he would give him that. The hike was a little too much of a trek but the view, picnic, and company were amazing…

Until the squirrel came.

For the past couple of weeks that they’d been dating, Eddie had been the one making all of the plans. He arranged movie nights, smoke outs, and trips to the bowling alley. He liked planning things and focusing all of his attention into making the best plans he could, it was what made him such a good DM. But he could understand why Steve felt he himself wasn’t putting enough effort in. He showed his love through gifts and cuddled affection. However, Steve was not good at planning. He decided for his first date to take Eddie to do something requiring physical exertion, and not in a fun way. Also, he unknowingly took Eddie to a place where he was surrounded by things he didn’t like.

Fresh air, sunlight, mean and scary rodents with bushy tails, bugs, the list continues. But Eddie was doing a great job ignoring all of that by focusing on Steve. He looked amazing and his tan skin stretched over delicious muscles as he walked. Even the sun was focusing on how hot his boyfriend was. The beams of sunlight that fell on him made him look like an angel.

They sat down just past midday to eat the picnic Steve prepared for them and inside the little cooler was the best sandwich Eddie had ever tasted. He groaned in pleasure and sent Steve a thumbs up. He’d never experienced a grilled chicken sandwich with pesto mayonnaise as delicious as this one. Eddie was just starting to relax, to enjoy this outdoors date when it happened.

A small squirrel ran up to Steve and climbed into his lap, nibbling on the crumbs from his sandwich that rested there. The both paused, albeit for different reasons. Steve didn’t want to disrupt the little creature or scare it at all so he didn’t move a muscle. Eddie, though, was terrified and he couldn’t move out of fear. He’d been terrified of squirrels ever since he was a kid when he was chased, peed on, and climbed on in quick succession when he’d first moved in with Wayne. Now was no exception.

But he was also torn because he was dating a true life Disney princess and he couldn’t help but see the situation as unnecessarily adorable even despite his heart pounding in his chest. He enjoyed the view for another moment before the squirrel jumped off of Steve’s lap and took a tiny step towards him.

Then, all bets were off. Eddie screamed shrilly in terrified horror and threw the glorious sandwich at the rabid beast. It barely even paused its stride and skittered ever closer.

“Steve! It’s after me, ahhhhh!” He shrieked. Eddie stumbled to his feet and took off running down the trail they’d used to get to that spot. He kept running, wheezing and all, until he reached the Beemer. He put his hands on his knees and panted as he regained his breath. Eddie hadn’t had such a close encounter with death since the Upside Down a few months ago. It’s a wonder he could even outrun the bats then because his lungs right now felt like they could explode. He had to stop smoking so much, Jesus Christ.

He recognized that Steve wasn’t beside him but he was only slightly worried. He saw him rip a demobat in half before so he would be fine… probably.

Just a few minutes later, he heard a throat clear above him. He looked up to find Steve wearing the most unimpressed look he’s ever seen from him. “What the hell, Eddie?! It was a squirrel!”

“I have a deathly squirrel of fears! Fuck- no, I mean I have a deathly fear of squirrels! I feel like I’ve mentioned it before.”

“You definitely have not! I would’ve remembered that, for sure.” Steve accentuated his words with jerks of his head full of judgment.

Deciding to be a little shit for the afternoon, Eddie decided to mess with him. “Stevie, I am positive that I told you. We had a whole conversation about it, you were very understanding.”

“Oh, no, no!” Steve pointed an accusing finger at him. “Do not turn this around on me! Robin told you not to use my head trauma to your advantage, you manipulative bastard. I will call her!”

“Okay, okay, Big Boy, calm down. Jesus Christ, I’m just messing around. Please don’t sic your lesbian guard dog on me!” Eddie pleaded with him, laughter in his chest.

“My god Munson, get in the car.”

“This stays between us though, right? Because Buckley threatened to shave my eyebrows off the next time I did that and I’m pretty sure you’re a fan of my eyebrows. They really bring my face together,” Eddie asked him over the hood of the car.

“Fine but you owe me,” Steve said humorously pointing a finger at him.

“Oh Stevie, don’t you know already that everything of mine is already yours?”

Steve’s face flushed red and he grumbled once more before ducking into his car. Eddie wouldn’t let him hide that adorable little blush though and he climbed in right after him. He grabbed his free hand in his and brought it up to his lips for a kiss, pulling out all of the romantic movies he could before Steve could make a move of his own. He loved this guy and if an outdoor excursion, squirrel attacks, and threats from Robin Buckley were conditions to keep him happy, Eddie would handle them in stride.

Steve drove them back to the Munson trailer where they smoked a little, cuddled, and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It was one of the best days of Eddie's life and by far the best date he'd ever been on. With an ending like this, it wasn’t such a bad date after all.

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m-jelly · 1 year

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I love your fanfics about strong female leads, and I was thinking if that could be involved in any element. Also maybe a sprinkle of demi-sexual Levi because I’m pretty sure that man is sex-repulsed if it isn’t with someone he loves. The main story idea I think would be cool is “Pet Rescue Owner” x “kinda gangster Yandere Levi.” The reader could be like a badass disney princess lol

I've always seen Levi this way. He won't have sex with someone unless he loves them.

@kenkopanda-art <3

I want you. I need you

Pairing: Levi x Fem! Reader

Tags and warnings: Modern AU, fluff, romance, gangster Levi, slight yandere Levi, becoming a couple.

Levi meets you kicking all kinds of ass in an alley so you can save a box of kittens. He is instantly smitten and grants you and your animal shelter protection. Levi becomes a little bit obsessed with you.

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It was like the heavens had opened and gifted him the most perfect woman in the world. Your body was divine, your strength and ferocity arousing, and that sexy smile you had on your face as you slammed your foot into a low-ranking gangster was incredible.

Levi was walking the streets near the edge of Erwin's zone to see if scumbags were running around. He came to an alley and heard some shouting about someone being a bitch and a whore. When he looked down he saw you and got ready to save the day, but you surprised him.

You kicked one man in the balls making him double over allowing you to kick him across the face. Once he was taken care of you grabbed the other's head and slammed it against the brick wall. The last got a fist to the face and then a firm kick.

Levi was in love. He needed you, wanted you.

He moved closer to you as his heart compelled him. "Impressive."

You panted a bit. "You want your shit kicked in too?"

Levi put his hands up. "No, I'm good. Tch, these lot aren't. You in a gang?"

You turned and walked away. "Nope, just really passionate about animals." You picked up a box with five kittens in it. "Worry not little ones, I've got you now."

Levi stared at the cats. "What are you?"

You gazed at Levi. "Animal rescue."

"Animal rescue who knows self-defence?"

"You never know when you need to kick someone's head in."

Levi hummed a little. "You're right." He stepped on one man waking up. "I have a proposition for you. I work for the scout gang."

You walked past him. "Good for you."

"I can provide help and get a few scouts to assist you."

You stopped by your car and stared at Levi. "What's the catch?"

He opened your car door. "Spend time with me."

You stared at him for a while before checking him out. "Like a date?"

"Yes."

You put the kittens in your car and stood up and eyed him. "Sure."

Levi's heart raced. "Really? Perfect. We'll move your business and home to scout region so you can be safe."

You smiled. "You're cute. What's your name."

"Levi."

You gave your name. "Nice to meet you."

Levi released a long love filled sigh and watched you drive off. He placed his hand on his heart and knew he was hooked. He wanted to see you again. He wanted to have you. He craved your touch, your voice and your smile.

He did everything he could to be near you and see you. He watched you from a distance and any man that got close to you, he scared away. You were his. He wanted you all to himself and he would do anything to keep you. You were his perfect dream.

He would watch your home and your new shop in the scout region. He would actively go with you to rescue animals just so he could be at your side and see you smile. He knew he shouldn't, but he would take some of your things just so he could have a piece of you always with him.

It all came to head one night inside your rescue shop.

Levi was watching you from his car making sure no one touched you. He relaxed a little and glanced over at the flowers next to him as he debated about handing them over. He wasn't the best at romance or getting his feelings out, but with you he was in deep.

"Hey Levi!"

Levi flinched and looked at his open window to see you leaning in. "H-Hi."

You smiled at him. "You know, this could be classed as stalking."

He gulped hard. "I-I know, b-but I'm ch-checking on you. I-I'm making s-sure you're safe."

You leaned on the door. "That's so cute." You looked at the passenger seat. "Those for me?"

"Y-Yes."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "Thank you."

He blushed hard. "I uh...you're welcome."

You pulled back and opened his door and got in. You straddled Levi and closed the door. "Much better."

Levi gulped hard. "This is a dream come true."

You giggled. "Same. I've liked you for a long time and I've been trying to hint to you I want you because I know you want me. However, my flirting skills are lacking so I'll do this." You tangled your fingers in Levi's hair as he grabbed your ass. You kissed each other with deep loving passion. "I want to be yours."

Levi panted a little as he felt many deep desires inside him. "I want you to be mine. I'll spoil you all the time. I'll shower you in love. I need you."

You ran your hands down Levi's chest. "I'm all yours."

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essaysbyciara · 11 days

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princess treatment.

peace. likes, comments and reblogs are cool. you can read the rest of my essayist work here.

"You deserve princess treatment."

Do I?

I barely know how to advocate for myself. I take a lot of what is handed to me. I’m not sure that I have a fighting gene inside of my body. Maybe that’s why I’ve been taking all of this pain and torment in my life like a champ.

I’m really a mass of soft and gooey stuff. I can’t take too much of a pounding. Talk shit, get hit. I remember my homegirl checking me for “coming off like I wanted to fight everybody.” I realize now that I used fake aggression as a defense mechanism. You can’t fuck with someone who appears ‘unfuckwittable.’ The fake thug veneer wore off years ago. If you hit me, I run away and go cry.

I just want to cry while in the arms of someone. The person who scolded me for thinking that I didn’t deserve that good-good love and affection sadly didn’t get that far with me. I did feel safe around him.

Until I couldn’t.

I’m really a sweetheart. I’m as cul-de-sac, HOA as they come. I fold like church pamphlets. I’ve been hit with a hailstorm of fire and brimstone and still think that I’m not built for war. Life should’ve been took me out. I woke up yesterday in gratitude for God advocating for me when I couldn’t speak up for myself. God made the calls that I couldn’t. God aligns the stars that my eyes, too flooded with tears, couldn’t see. God cleared the pathways that my feet, heavy with guilt and shame, couldn’t traverse. And carried me. I’m an example of provision and miracle.

I’m the strong soldier that God gave those toughest battles to.

I still want to feel safe enough to say that I can be weak. Early-20th-century-Disney princess-weak. “Damn, I really want to save this girl” weak.

In reality, I don’t. I just want to feel like I can honor my weakness in front of a man. I can truly fall apart. I’ve fallen apart at the hands of men for most of my life. One that’s kin to me feels like he can talk to me however he wants to because “I need to hear about myself.” I need to know that I’m this “failure” of a person who squandered her collegiate dreams away only to find herself working retail because she’s a “13 year-old in an adult’s body” who “can’t tell anyone about anything.” That I need to “eat” my failures.

Some men feel so comfortable calling me weak, treating me as if I’m weak. I still remember the first man to call me a “bitch.” I still remember the first man who touched me when I didn’t ask to be. Disregarding my safety for their own ego. To prove that they are big and bad enough. That they are somebody. To themselves. Somebody to themselves.

In college, I was a girl on her way to doing the thing she always wanted to do but I was so crippled by feelings of loneliness and sadness that all I wanted to do was crash and burn. But a man saved me from turning into dust. My Dad saw that I wasn’t okay. I never learned how to speak up for myself but my Dad could hear every thought and fear I had. He came and got me.

I think that’s why I miss him so much. He treated me like his princess. He wanted to make sure I was safe. He got upset when I would put myself in situations where my personhood was in jeopardy. He cared about me. I knew that if something was wrong, I could go home.

He set this standard that most haven’t kept.

Yet, I know they’re out there.

I know it when I get those texts asking me if I’m good. I know it when I get prodded to go outside and take a walk because I’m punishing myself inside these four walls of my bedroom and my damn mind. I know it when I get DMs reminding me that I’m seen and felt and heard.

Those things keep me safe.

My Dad wanted to name me ‘Princess.’ My Mom vetoed it. She did like a “tiara” and added a “c”. Maybe they knew I would be one of those 21st-century Disney princesses: strong, capable, determined and predestined to help save the world around her.

And herself.

#i'm an essayist on the other side of the internet #i write sometimes

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 2 years

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Once Upon A Dream

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> warnings: none

> note: i based your family [Prince Phillip, King Hubert, etc.] on Disney's Sleeping Beauty.

> most characters came from different series related to the Grimm Brothers stories.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream”

“Oh it's so nice watching them find their happy ever afters!” Dovey gushed at you.

Humming, you nodded and stayed silent. It was a known fact that you, the sister of Prince Philip, has not yet found her own happy ever after. And now, it's most likely that your niece is going to find hers before you.

Speaking of the ever, you heard a squeal and then a body collided with yours. “Aunt Y/N!”

“Careful now, Beatrix.” You held her by the arms and smiled at her. “You wouldn't want your aunt to fall over, would you?”

Beatrix laughed and twirled. “Never!”

“But, I'm here to tell you...” Beatrix leaned and whispered. “Neal kissed me!” Dovey gasped, overhearing the conversation and clapped.

“Oh I'm so happy for you, Beatrix!”

Smiling, Beatrix replied. “Thank you Professor. Now I do believe that a certain prince is waiting for me.” Beatrix winked at you and left.

“Have fun!” You called. “But not too much fun!” You laughed as Beatrix tripped because of embarrassment.

“Oh don't be so strict, Y/N.” Professor Emma Anemone poked your side, causing you to flinch.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “I can't have a new Bellerose running around before my niece even gets to the middle of her story.”

“Bellerose?” Dovey and Anemone asked simultaneously.

“Our surname.”

Professor Anemone nodded and pursed her lips. “I always forget your last name.”

“Well, don't bother memorizing it. King Hubert's last name isn't that special.” You gave a shrug and took a wine glass from a server's tray.

“Yes it is! Don't you remember? You brother slayed–” As Dovey started to narrate the story of your families life, you tuned her out and looked at the window. It was pitch black outside, yet all of you inside were covered by the brightest lights ever imagined.

You only left your reverie when someone knocked the wine glass out of your hands.

“Oh dear! My apologies! I'm so sorry!” You looked down and saw a man's back, he was picking up the shards of the broken glass. Deciding to help, you crouched down and picked up a piece.

“I am really sorry–” The man was cut off as he saw your face.

“Y/N.” You said with a smile, before snapping your finger and all the shards were gone.

Shaking his head, the man stood up and helped you up. “Well, Y/N. I'm really sorry, it's not normal for a prince to bump into princesses.” He shrugged and scratched his nape. “But hey, not everyone needs to be normal.”

You smiled at him and raised you eyebrow. “What's your name? You keep rambling but you never say your name... Prince?”

“Oh! It's Prince James.”

“Prince Charming's brother?”

Prince James gave a chuckle and glanced behind you. “Well, there's my date. I'll see you later Princess Y/N.”

Dovey and Emma crowded around you as Prince James left.

“Not a catch?”

“Too princey?”

Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “More like too occupied with his date.” You pointed to another teacher and Prince James talking.

Dovey and Emma nodded in understanding and left you, again. ‘They really like leaving me alone and then coming back to pester me for some reason.’

Sighing, you grabbed another wine glass and wandered outside. Walking through the corridors of the school, you suddenly remembered what it was like being a student. What is was like being with her–

Huffing, you shook your head and pushed the castle door open. “No, you will not think of her.”

Welcomed by the gentle yet cold breeze of the night, you shivered and regretted not wearing a sleeved gown. You rubbed your palms together and walked towards the side of the bridge.

Leaning against the concrete, you closed your eyes and exhaled. After 18 years, you finally had a moment in silence. Ever since Beatrix was born, you were always beside her, not even having a time for yourself. Although you loved your niece, it was time for her to distance herself from you to finally start her own story.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

Singing your sister-in-laws song, you started to dance by yourself. Basking yourself in the moonlight, you didn't even notice a figure looking and watching you dance on the other side of the bridge.

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”

Clapping was all you heard as you finished your song. After a few moments, you opened your eyes and whirled around, only to see the dean of the school for evil, Lady Lesso.

“Such a marvelous performance, dear.”

“Lesso.”

“What? No thank yous? And I thought Evers were polite.”

“Well spare me from your stereotyping, Lesso.” You huffed and looked away.

Lesso raised her eyebrow and walked towards you, once in front of you, she put her finger under your chin and guided you to look at her. “Look at me when we're talking.”

Narrowing your eyes, you pushed her hands and turned to leave but she caught your wrist and tugged you towards her. “Now now, don't be disrespectful, princess.” she whispered, you felt her presence so close to you that it didn't take you enough strength to lean against her. After all, she was the one tou considered your ‘happy ever after’.

“That's right.” Lesso gripped your waist and put her chin on your shoulder, lightly kissing the bridge between your neck and shoulders.

“This isn't a dream, right?” You whispered, fearing that this was only an illusion made by your own mind.

“Only if you want it to be.”

Lesso brought your hands up and kissed the back of your palms. She closed her eyes and whispered,

“But I have to tell you. For me, this isn't just a once upon a dream.”

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Meeting - J.Q

hello my loves, i hope you’re all well! so. i’m sorry this has such a shitty ending but i wanted it to be out so i hope you all enjoy this because i’ve been working really hard, thank you for your patience my loves! series masterlist

you had a 2 year old daughter, Lizzie, and she was the light of your life. you weren't going to lie being a single mum of a two year old was hard. some days you wanted to give up but you knew you couldn't because you loved her so much. you'd recently started looking at different nurseries for Lizzie. nursery meant you wouldn't have to pay for baby sitters every day and it meant she would start making friends and interacting with other kids her own age.

Lizzie was a very shy little girl and hated when she had to spend the day with her baby sitter so that thought was always in the back of your mind, would she even enjoy school? today you'd taken the day off work so you could go look at a nursery with Lizzie for the first time. you wanted her to see where she would be going so she could get used to it and hopefully not be as shy as she normally is.

"you excited to see your new nursery love?" you asked her as you glanced at her in the rear view mirror. she was the most beautiful child in the entire world and yes people may call you biased because she was yours but you didn't care, she was beautiful. now Lizzie could say phrases like 'thank you' which always came out as 'tank you', she would always say 'peas' which was 'please', 'juice' and so many others. the whole way to the nursery Lizzie was 'singing' along to songs from 'The Princess and the Frog' which was always so sweet to hear.

that was by far her favourite Disney film and it was also yours too. you didn't wanna overwhelm Lizzie by taking her to more than two nurseries. if this one perfect for her she would hopefully be going there. you arrived at the nursery 15 minutes later and you were honestly very nervous. starting nursery was a big thing and with her being so young you were worried she may not make friends or she'll be to shy to go. you just prayed her teacher was nice.

having a nice teacher always made school somewhat bearable and all you wanted for Lizzie was for her to enjoy herself. you and Lizzie walked hand-in-hand to the entrance and you were welcomed in with all different pieces of art work which the children had obviously made and then there was pictures of some of the staff. the head teacher, the deputy head and then a few others for the older years.

you were greeted by the the receptionist who led you to through the school to where the nursery room was. Lizzie's grip on your hand tightened as she got more and more nervous. the receptionist opened the door for you and you saw about 15 children who were sat at different tables playing with finger paints, all the children had different colours on their hands from blues to reds to greens. they all ranged from ages 2-4.

you looked around to find the teacher and you saw him kneeling down with a few children, complimenting their work. you heard a little "wow that's beautiful. is that for your mummy?" from him then a small "yes" from the little girl next to him. the receptionist coughed and this pulled the teacher out of his 'teaching' and he looked up from the small desk. "Mr.Quinn, this is Miss.Y/L/N. she's here for the tour and meeting about her daughter joining your class. i hope you didn't forget Mr.Quinn"

he stood up and walked over to you, as he got closer he stuck out his hand so you could shake it. "hi nice to meet you, i'm Mr.Quinn. of course i didn't forget Miss.Philips, i'd never forget." he smiled brightly at you, "nice to meet you, i'm y/n" you shook hands and smiled before looking down and Lizzie. Joseph bent down so he was now eye level with her. "you must be Lizzie, pretty name for a pretty girl" he said, sending her a small smile. she dug her face into your leg and blushed brightly, her shyness completely taking over her.

you let your hand run through her hair as you smiled down at her. "you gonna say hello to Mr.Quinn sweetheart" you whispered to her, hoping that she would at least say hello. "hi" she whispered to him as she dug her face into your leg. "she's quite shy, it takes time for her to get used to people" you watched as he stood back up to make eye contact with you and smiled so you knew he understood. Miss.Philips had not long left so now it was time for the tour of the nursery room. it was pretty big, filled with toys and different equipment for the children to play with.

you followed Joseph around the nursery and listened as he spoke about the different things he would do when Lizzie was at school. their day would consist of listening to Joseph as he read a few books to the class after registration, then they would play some games to develop their speaking and listening skills and then they could play with the toys that were scattered around the room. as you listened to Joseph speak you could hear how much he loved his job. he seemed so interested and passionate about teaching and that's all you wanted for Lizzie. a teacher who cared.

Lizzie also listened to Joseph as he spoke and started to come out of her shell a little bit. she wasn't cowering behind you as much as before and she didn't hold onto your leg now, she was holding your hand and walking beside you instead of behind you. "now i understand Lizzie here is quite shy and most kids are but i assure you if you decide to put her in this nursery she'll be fine. i'll be here every day and if she needs you i can call you." he said, easing your worries about her being shy.

being shy wasn't a bad thing but when it was practically taking over her life to where she didn't befriend any of your friends kids who were her age you worried a lot. she only ever really spoke to you and when she was comfortable enough some of your family members but that was it. you wanted her to have a bit more confidence and putting her in this nursery seemed like the best option. it was sanitary, it was filled with what seemed like loving children who were happy to make friends and she would have an amazing teacher who would look after her.

you turned back to him after looking around the room once more. just because you liked it didn't mean Lizzie did and you wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. "would it be okay if you gave us a few minutes? i don't wanna push her into anything and i'd rather ask her how she feels about-" "that's fine, take all the time you need. i'll come over in a bit when you're ready" he smiled, walking back over to the children who were getting exited over their paintings and drawings.

you kneeled down to be eye level with Lizzie and smiled softly. "how are you feeling about here Liz?" you asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear and stroking her cheek softly. she leaned into your touch and smiled at you. "don't know" she whispered, her eyes darting around the room as she took it all in. "okay sweetheart. we can think about it over the next couple of days and let them know soon?" you questioned, not wanting to overwhelm her into making a decision today. she simply nodded and put her arms out so you could pick her up.

you smiled and then picked her up, walking over to Joseph who noticed you were leaving. "thank you for everything Mr.Quinn. i'll be in touch" you said, shaking his hand one more time. "it was lovely to meet you, i hope to be seeing you soon Lizzie" he said, sending her a gentle smile. she waved at him and with that you walked out of the classroom, back to the entrance of the school.

over the next couple of days you asked Lizzie if she liked that one school and she nodded her head every time. you knew she meant it so this meant you didn't have to look around any other nurseries, she wanted to go to that one and that was perfect. it was the closest one to your work and the hours were very flexible, meaning you could drop her off and pick her up at any time (within reason).

you had told the school that you wanted to enrol Lizzie into Mr.Quinn's class and they said she could start on Monday. that gave you 2 days to prepare as it was a Saturday. you were nervous but also exited to see Lizzie finally start nursery but again the nervousness of her being lonely was always there. you knew Mr.Quinn would take care of her but you always worried, no matter where you were, if you were away from her you worried.

Monday morning rolled around a lot quicker then you'd hoped and today was the day Lizzie would be starting nursery. you woke her up at 7:30 and she had to be there for 8:30. the nursery itself opened at 7:30 but they could arrive from anytime between 7:30 and 9. you had work at nine so 8:30 was the best time.

you walked into her bedroom and walked towards her bed, seeing her snuggled up with the toy rabbit she'd had since she was a baby. it was a gift from your mum and dad and it was her favourite toy ever. she couldn't sleep without it. you gently pushed the hair that had fallen on her face off and kissed her forehead. "Lizzie, you have to get up sweetheart" you whispered, stroking her cheek softly. she stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes, it was obvious she was still asleep.

"baby you have to get up." you whispered again, this time she opened her eyes, groaning as she stretched her muscles awake. "morning Liz, you sleep okay love?" you asked, the stroking on her cheek not stopping. "was okay mama" she replied, her lips pouting as she started sitting up. "i know it's early but you have nursery sweetheart and we have to get you ready" you smiled. she got out of bed and put her arms up so you could pick her up. you abided and picked her up, hugging her close to you.

you walked out of her room and into the kitchen which was just down the hallway from her bedroom. you lived in a two bedroom flat which was perfect for the two of you. it was homely and it was decorated to fit your style and you just loved it. you worked as an estate agent which wasn't too bad and you only had 3 clients today and a few meetings meaning you didn't have to work late. you usually finished around 5 but today you would finish around 3 so that wasn't to bad. the nursery closed at 6:30pm so even if you did have to work till 5, Lizzie would be safe at nursery still.

you set her down in her chair at the table which was in the kitchen, with the table being in the kitchen it meant you could keep an eye on her. you already had her breakfast ready and on the kitchen counter so you brought it to her and she immediately started eating. slowly, because of how early it was, Lizzie finished her breakfast and was finally starting to wake up.

once she had fully finished her breakfast, you picked her back up and walked to the bathroom. you brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and then put her on the floor so she could walk to her room. you were luckily already dressed and had your hair and makeup done so you didn't have to do much except grab your bag and put on your shoes.

you had about twenty minutes before you had to leave so you decided to get her dressed and let her watch a bit of Bluey before leaving for nursery. you dressed her in leggings and a jumper with some converse, it was a simple but comfortable outfit. you didn't want her to be uncomfortable on her first day of nursery so this was definitely the right outfit choice.

"come on sweetheart, you can go watch Bluey before we leave" you said, standing up from your kneeling position before putting your hand out to she could grab it. she took ahold of your hand and you both walked to the living room, your nerves were growing by the second. you didn't know why but you felt like an awful mum. putting her in a nursery just felt weird, maybe it was because it was the first time she'd be in an environment with a teacher and other students but you couldn't put your finger on it.

after about 15 minutes you decided it was best to leave now to avoid the traffic so you quickly slipped on your heels and grabbed both your handbag and Lizzie's small back pack before walking back into the living room where she was practically in a trance from the show playing on the Tv.

"Liz sweetheart, it's time to go" you said, running a hand through her hair. she turned to look at you before nodding, pushing herself off of the sofa. you switched off the tv and took ahold of her hand, grabbing your keys as you passed the bowl which was by the front door. "you excited for nursery baby?" you got into the lift and clicked the floor to the car park.

"mhm" even though you were her mum she still got a little shy when she was around you. you thought maybe she was getting nervous as well, she would be in a completely different environment from what she was used to. "it'll be great sweetheart. you're gonna make so many friends" you were trying to lighten the mood. you didn't want her to be nervous because you knew if she begged you not to go in when you were at the door you would instantly break.

once the lift had come to a stop and the door opened showing the car park. you and Lizzie walked hand in hand to your car which wasn't to far away from the lift. you strapped Lizzie into her car seat then walked round to the drivers side of the car.

as you were driving to the nursery your nerves grew. you really didn't want her to go. so many thoughts were running through your mind as you tried to concentrate on getting her there safely. what if the kids there didn't like her and she was all alone the whole time she was there? what is she's to shy to talk to anyone? the negative thoughts didn't stop until you got to the nursery and that's when you started to worry.

you parked in the nursery car park and took a deep breath before walking around to Lizzie who was sat quietly in her car seat. you unclipped if before helping her out, placing her gently on the floor as she immediately grabbed ahold of your hand. it was a tight grip, like you were going to disappear any second and leave her.

"come on sweetheart, we don't want you to be late" you gently pulled her along as you made her way to her classroom. you saw Mr.Quinn standing at the door, greeting all the other nursery kids and their parents and it looked like it was only Lizzie they were waiting for. once you approached the classroom you felt emotional. you couldn't help it, you were leaving your two year old with a stranger (a teacher but for the moment he was still a stranger).

you reached the classroom door, Mr.Quinn noticing your apprehensive attitude. "good morning" you said, sending him a nervous smile. "morning" he replied, giving you a small, closed mouth smile back. you knelt down and ran your hand through her hair and then stroked her cheek softly. "okay, mummy has to go now sweetheart but, Mr.Quinn is gonna look after you and you're gonna make so many friends. remember to be good and use your manner baby"

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you watched her face change in confusion. she still didn't really understand that you weren't going to be there with her. she carefully wrapped her small arms around your neck and dug her head into your neck. you wrapped your arms around her small waist and pulled her into you.

"okay sweetheart, it's time for you to go in. have a lovely day and i'll pick you up later" you kissed her on her forehead before pulling away from the hug. you quickly wiped under your eyes, hoping she didn't see the tears almost falling down your face. "i love you sweetheart, have a good day"

you stood up from your kneeling position and watched as Joseph ushered her inside the nursery room, as she was walking in she turned back you you and waved as she walked making your heart melt. once she was inside with the teaching assistant who was showing her where to put her bag, Joseph turned to you. you didn't wanna leave, you kept standing there watching her as she totted around the room.

"hey, i promise it will be okay. the first day is always the hardest but she will be fine." he placed his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. "i just feel bad. she's only two and i feel like i'm already pushing her away from me. i don't wanna leave her". Joseph understood you entirely. he watched so many parents in the same situation as you and every single time he felt bad.

"look, it's only for a couple of hours and then you will be with her again. i promise i won't let anything happen to her" his words sounded meaningful and not sarcastic at all. you looked at him and saw truth and reassurance in his eyes. you nodded, turning your head to try and find Lizzie one last time before you went to work and you found her with another girl who looked around her age, playing with the small fake kitchen making you smile at her finally coming out of her shell.

"thank you. i really appreciate it. i've gotta go to work so i'll see you later" after he sent you another small smile you left, finally leaving your baby girl. you made it to your car, still worrying but not as much after Mr.Quinn’s reassurance. you knew your baby girl was in safe hands and you couldn’t wait to pick her up and hear all about her day.

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Genderbend Villainous Disney Princesses x Yandere reader

Chapter 7 Husband Knows Best

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It's been a week since you found Adrian and Elson and they've been paying you some extra bit of attention. Whether or not it Elson getting extra playtime with you or Adrian purring into you neck leaving sucking on or leaving love bites. You were not neglected on any level in fact that's what your doing now, You were sitting on your couch letting Elson kiss your face while Adrian was squeezing your thighs and leaving bites on them.

They both had Heart eyes on you because they Seem to love you so much, but what you didn't know was that The two were glaring at each other for, their was an unspoken war between the two on who gets to be your baby boy and one is not about to lose to the other not without a fight at least. Which led up to here you being loved on by the two littles, one Sunday morning just when you Start to return there affections it when a loud noise was heard Loud Noise infront of the treehouse.

Three of you became alert and got up from you spots. You grabbed various sharp knifes, some sleep darts and a mace. Elson activated his Ice magic and Adrian had a list of spell attacks to use on who ever is Invading their home. You then turn to the two boys...

(Y/N) you.........stay.......together....protect......each.......other....... Guard........Home

That was all you told then before stepping on the Lift before running off into the woods. Elson and Adrian watch as you went on Surveillance patrol.

(Adrian) she's making us stay here while she goes towards the danger?!

(Elson) Yeah but Don't worry 🧊 mommy has got this

(Adrian) But what of she doesn't we need to go after her!

(Elson) she's Done this multiple times Already she'll be fine

(Adrian) Well I don't think so we need to follow her

(Elson) first of all with what legs? And second of all she told us to stay and watch the treehouse.

(Adrian) Excuse me human?!

Just then a loud thud was heard from inside the treehouse. The two turn their heads and raise their guards.

(Adrian) (whisper shout) How did they get in the house?

(Elson) (whisper) just stay back I'll check it out

Elson left Adrian to check the hallway he had a sheild up to block any on coming attack then he heard rattling in the cabinet. Elson continued to walk slowly making ice in his hands ready to swing until the cabinet open and he saw

Elson paused and Sighed in relief

(Elson) oh you gave me quite a Fright little one

The little Chameleon smiled at Elson before he felt a Hard metal smack on the back of his head. The Last thing Elson heard was

(???) Great work Parasol (fem Pascal)

Meanwhile Adrian sat in the kitty pool, he was hyper aware and Elson hasn't come back yet. Now Adrian can care less about Elson but he was important to you so he called out in the hallway

(Adrian) oi Ice human you there?

Then a shadow was Approaching

(Adrian) oh good did you find out what was making that noise yet?

(???) Oh he did

Then out came the unknown figure dragging the unconscious Elson with a Case iron pan and alot of hair

(???) Now if you want to keep that stupid tail attached to your skinny little body you will tell me ALL ABOUT HER.

³You were majorly confused like there was clearly a loud noise, but you didn't find anything. You thought you may have took a wrong turn except you lived here for years, so you know these woods like the back of your hand. Their was no way you were lost you didn't find anything unusual so you went back to the house still checking your Surroundings until you heard a

(Y/N)!!!!

Your eyes widened fully Understanding exactly what has happened. One things for sure Adrian never ever EVER call you by your name. You ran as fast as you could speeding back to your home and quickly getting on the Lift and pulled yourself up. You where about to run into the living room when you stopped in the hallway. You stalked slowly behind the Couch when you saw the boys. Adrian face was red with tears he was clearly getting tortured a bit as he had cuts on his arms and bruises on his face and Elson was unconscious with a lump forming on his head. You were now hoping he didn't get a Concussion and finally you looked to see a man. He wore purple everything and was barefoot and boy let me tell you, you had never seen a man with hair that can go for miles in fact you never seen anybody with that much blonde hair before in fact you barely had seen anybody other then The boys and Jasmir and now this guy.

(???) You know this would be easier for you if you tell me all I want to know about her

(Adrian)(in pain) and you know I'll say the same thing Screw you human!

Just then he the taller man jab a Fork in Adrian's tail

(???) Last chance little fish boy

The Male put out what appeared to be a Bucher's Knife

(???) TELL ME WE'RE IS SHE?!?!?!

You were Flattered that Adrian was Refraining from telling the taller male about you. He was such a sweet baby boy. You reminded yourself to reward him later for his loyalty to you❤️❤️❤️ but for now the taller male was about to kill one of your special boys. You snapped your fingers to get his attention. The male turned around to see you and his eyes turned into glowing red Hearts as he gets a eye full of you.

(???) Oh there you are

(Adrian) Y/N Get out of here this human guy is Crazy!!!

(???) Oh Y/N is that your Name my love?

The male got up and slowly approached you

(???) Oh my sweet sweet wife what have they done to you

You blankly stared at the blonde wondering what he was talking

(???) Wife you went out into the cold Cruel world and not you hurt

(???) But Don't worry your Big stronge loving husband is here to take care of you

(???) Your husband will do everything he can to protect you and shower you with love and affection.

(???) I will cook and clean and care for our children and you won't have to lift a finger

(???) And all you have to do is stay inside the house and never leave again. We will be together until the day we DIE.

Adrian was looking at the human male with serious concern like he thought Elson was mentally ill this guys seem to have lost almost all his screws. He's shocked this guy is still functioning.

(???) So forget all those Scrubies Stay inside with Hubby.

Husband knows best🎵🎶🎵

Ok Now Adrian was actually scared and especially scared for you. This guy's is delusional and unhinged I mean so are you and you kinda trapped him here too but you wanted to to release him and He wanted to stay. This guy's not only thinks you two are married by he wants to shelter to in your own home forever?!

Now as for you, you just stared at him and listened to his rant. The blonde had a disturbing and deranged smile on is face. You found it attractive and exciting and if it wasn't for the situation you would be so turned on and be making out with him and possibly ruin each other for anybody ever again. Except he just had to hurt you other boys and you have to punish him for That.

You one again pointed at the picture on the main wall and he saw a picture of you in between to corpses one body had a dress and pearls and the other had a dress shirt and slacks. the male wanted to take You right then and their in his broken little mind this proves his point you need to be protected and preserved and most of all you needed to be loved.

(???) My sweet Y/N I Rasputin will forever be by your side FOREVER AS YOUR HUSBAND.

Now was your chance you were so turned on right now and you ran at him. Rasputin thought you wanted to hug and kiss him. Which you did so you can stab him with a tranquilizer

(Rasputin) I LOVE YOU Y/N💜💜💜

Rasputin then passed out infront of you and Adrian. Adrian look at you and then at Rasputin and then back at you. Their was no telling how he feels about this so he didn't say anything. Then the two of you heard a groan on the couch

(Elson) (soar) Ug what happened? Ow! 🧊 mommy my head hurts!

A few hours later you all were sitting at the table ready for dinner. As you feared Elson had a minor Concussion but the swelling on his head went down. Adrian was once again covered in bandages and had some of Elson's ice over his eye along with a eyepatch. Then on the other side of the table was a Rasputin who was tied up in his own hair arms and legs firmly tied together. Rasputin was not disappointed as he knew his so called wife was smart you have served Chicken, Mash potatoes, steamed vegetables and freshly sqeeze orange juice.

(Adrian) silent Mommy are you sure you want to keep him? because in case you forget he almost killed us.

(Elson) I agree is this even a good idea?

You stared at the boys as you were feeding Rasputin and lelf a bowl of crickets for Parasol. You got along with the little Chameleon and became fast friends maybe it's because your girls. You cuddle close to Rasputin

(Y/N) Always.........Wanted.......A.......Husband

(Both)(whining) But what about us

(Y/N) Baby...............Boys

(Both)(blushing) We're Not Babies?!

You actually smiled and giggle softly wining the hearts of the boys even though you had their hearts for the beginning. Before you guys can continued

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?! (Y/N) WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!

Everyone turned their heads to see a very jealous and very pissed Jasmir.

With the horny break-ins and the sexy death treats. You forgot Jasmir was coming home tonight.

You now got some explaining to do.

OK CHAPTER 7 FINISHED

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crappymixtape · 2 years

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something infinite • part eight

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART EIGHT S A Y Y O U ‘ L L S T A Y

part eight of something infinite – steve did what he thought was right and you're giving him a second chance, but can you both finally open up and be honest with one another? *18+ only | ( 6k, smut, a little angst, a little fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

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But not everybody knows that, huh?

Hop’s words echoed in Steve’s head as he began to cry quietly there on the park bench. He’d tried so hard to swallow it, to keep it all locked away, but it was all crumbling now. What if Hop was right? And then you were there asking him to let you in. Despite everything he’d done and said, you were there offering forgiveness.

You gotta tell me what’s going on. Tell me.

He knew if he cracked his chest open, reached in and took his heart out for you he wouldn’t be able to put it back, but the longer you looked at him the more it didn’t matter.

“I–I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying,” Steve hastily wiped an arm over his face, breath hitching as he tried to catch it.

“It’s okay,” you didn’t know what else to say. Even if it wasn’t okay you wanted him to know you were there. You wished you could pull him into you, wrap around each other and plant yourselves deep in the sea of wildflowers and dandelions that swam across the field.

“Yeah,” he huffed a laugh and drew in one big deep breath before looking up at you, trying a smile. Even then, eyes bleary and tears clinging to the long sweep of his lashes, he was still so pretty.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but everyone’s got shit,” fell out and surprised you. You weren't one to just offer yourself up to others and yet here you were, spilling kept secrets to this boy. “My mom’s never home and my dad was basically a sperm donor so. Bonafide Disney princess over here,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and when he laughed again through the last of his tears you felt like your heart was going to burst.

“I’m not any better, my dad only gives a shit if I’m not around to take the trash out. Does that make me Cinderella?”

You grinned at him, but when he looked up at you it softened. His eyes. Warm honey. Burnt caramel. Tentatively you lifted a hand, brushing your thumb across his cheek to swipe away lingering tears, and your grin came back gently teasing, “You’d make a good Cinderella.”

“Mmm, gonna put that on my resume and see how many interviews I get.”

“Clean a few more chimneys and it’s in the bag,” you smiled and he hummed at your joke. You were funny. But even then, even with you trying to make it lighter, he couldn’t shake it. The pressing weight, the feeling of carrying it around with him day in and day out. The way you were looking at him.

“Listen, my dad, he’s not–” Steve stumbled over his words, uncomfortable with how his chest ached at being opened.

“Steve, if you don’t want to tell me, I get it–”

“No, no. It’s okay. Just give me a second,” he roughed his hands over his face and sucked in a breath before it all came tumbling out. “I just–he’s such an asshole. I don’t even think he’d want me if he didn’t need someone to take over his stupid firm. ‘The Harrington legacy’. I don’t want it, I don’t want any of it and–and I’m just one big disappointment,” his voice was muffled against his palms and without hesitation you reached up to take hold of each, pulling them away gently.

He didn’t resist and even though he wanted to run, wanted to hide away, he tried. For you. Met your gaze, tangled his fingers with yours as they fell between you. “No you’re not,” you said and he knew you meant it.

“Thanks,” Steve murmured, voice low and thick as he dropped his gaze down to his lap where your fingers twisted together. You watched him withdraw as he heard your words. Words you meant, but he didn’t believe them himself and something in you opened up.

Uncrossing your legs you planted your feet on the bench on either side of Steve, pressed them in against his thighs and dropped his hands in favor of his face. Settling them along his jawline you looked at him, really looked, and you voice came out in a murmur, “You know, you’re not his to keep.”

The look he gave you then was bewildered, confused at the tiny flicker of hope kindling in his chest. He was used to hearing people give him their sympathies.

If you need anything let me know.

I’m so sorry, Steve.

He shouldn’t say that to you.

But you. You were the first to tell him there was an out. That it was okay to say no. That he didn’t belong to anyone and holy shit.

You’re not his to keep.

Looking back up at you he shook his head and put his hands over the tops of yours. “Who are you?”

“A stupid city kid,” you shrugged, gave him a lopsided smile and he gave one back.

“Not stupid,” he said softly, all joking aside and then he asked, “Can I give you a ride home?”

“Only if you promise not to sing,” you felt a blush creeping across your cheeks as he disagreed with you and Steve tried a laugh, but it fell short as he sobered and squeezed your hands again.

“Is that a second chance?”

You hummed in thought, hands still pressed against each other as they rested on Steve’s cheeks. “Yes, just–” you paused, eyes searching his, “–don’t hide from me. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Let me make it right.

Steve had kept his word and you were slowly starting to see what everyone else saw. The boy that cared, the one that he kept buried away, hiding to save what little of him there was left. And you were angry. Angry at a father you didn’t even know. Angry at Tommy for pushing him too far. There were no specifics, Steve hadn’t elaborated and you didn’t expect him to, but it had to be bad. Bad enough to make him prop up a version of Steve that he hated. A version of Steve that wasn’t at all who he really wanted to be and––

“What d’you think, pineapple or not?”

“What?” you looked up from the magazine you weren’t reading and Jonathan was staring at you, phone in hand ordering the pizza you’d just talked about. “Oh. Uh, sure. Is it good?”

“Is it good,” Jonathan laughed to himself and nodded, “You’ll see.”

Nancy shook her head and rolled her eyes as she glanced over at you, boys, but then it softened. She’d seen you not reading the magazine. You’d been staring off into space for a while and there was really only one thing that could be holding you up like that.

“So,” she started, treading gently, “How’s…everything?”

“You mean with Steve?” you quirked a brow at her, telling her you knew what she was really asking and her cheeks flushed.

“Sure! If, you know, that’s everything.”

You flipped the pages of the magazine idly between your fingers, but could feel Nancy still looking at you. “Yeah, it’s better. He told me. About his dad and–” you huffed a sigh and tossed the magazine down on the kitchen counter. “He didn’t tell me exact details, but I hate the guy and I don’t even know him.”

Nancy bit her bottom lip in, debating on how much she should tell you, but when you looked up at her she cracked, “I mean, they’re never around so I don’t think anything’s happened lately, but anytime Gary’s home they fight.”

“Why doesn’t he leave? Move out?” you felt yourself bristling at the thought of anyone hurting him.

“I think he’s trying. It just–it takes a while to save up and with the whole community service thing…”

Jonathan hung the phone up and glanced over at the two of you, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. He didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it was hard when you were right there at the counter.

“Listen, I’ve never seen Steve like that. A-after the fourth,” Jonathan leaned on the back of Nancy’s chair, her hand covering his as he rested it softly on her shoulder. “I mean, I really think he’s done with Tommy, don’t you?” he asked Nance.

She let out a sigh and shook her head, “Yeah. I don’t think he’s ever talked to Tommy like that before. Sure, he’s told him to shut up or whatever, but they’ve never hit each other.” Her eyes flicked to look out the window, thinking, then back at you, “Tommy can be a jerk, but it’s always been about Gary.”

Nancy would’ve told you more, wanted to tell you things she knew, but it wasn’t her place and Steve was one of her best friends. She couldn’t betray him like that. Besides, Jonathan was right. Steve had never been so torn up about something, someone, like he’d been after you. They knew it, Robin and Eddie knew it, there was a shift happening and they were all holding their breath. Hoping Steve would finally let it all go.

“Nance! We need a ride to the arcade!” Mike and the kids all fell through the front door into the Byers’ living room, a tornado of voices arguing over who was better at Dig Dug.

“We just ordered pizza,” Jonathan groaned and he immediately regretted his words.

“Pizza??”

“Shit, we should just stay then.”

“Language!”

“Will, go get your NES, we can hook it up out here.”

Nancy shot Jonathan a look and he shrugged, guilty, a silent sorry. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the magazine you’d tossed down earlier, “Guess we’re here for a while.”

“Only til the bonfire later,” Jonathan quickly reminded her, trying to make up for his flub.

“Oh,” Nancy had a moment of realization and looked up from the magazine, “That’s right.” She turned to her brother and the rest of the kids. “You’ve got like two hours until we’re all leaving and Joyce is working late so–” she fixed Mike with a look.

“Fine, we’ll go back to our house. Jeez, Nancy, what crawled up your ass?”

“Mike! Nothing crawled up my ass. Douchebag,” she hit the back of his head with her rolled up magazine and the siblings glared daggers at each other until Will came running back down the hallway with the NES.

“Bonfire?” you asked once the kids were all crammed in front of the TV.

“Yeah, just down by the quarry. We do it every summer,” Jonathan said, leaning back against the counter close to Nancy as she unrolled the magazine and flipped through the pages again.

“It’ll be fun,” Nancy said sensing your hesitation and she gave you a grin, “Steve’ll be there. Eddie, Robin, a few friends home on summer break.”

Steve’ll be there.

Your stomach flipped over. The last time you’d talked was at the park and while you’d definitely managed to get on the same page it still didn’t feel anything like the ferris wheel.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Jonathan gave you a reassuring smile and you tried to give one back.

“Okay yeah, fun. Can’t wait.”

The warm glow of the street lights faded away as you, Nancy and Jonathan rolled down the road out of town. The windows were all open, air catching your hair as it swept through the car, and for some reason the potential of the night had you holding your breath.

Everything that had happened on the Fourth of July felt lightyears away and as much as Steve had apologized, and as much as you both had tried to go back to bickering and teasing, it all just felt different now. It felt like you had to start over. Like you had both gone through some transformation, shedding whatever false images you’d been projecting, and were standing now in front of one another vulnerable and raw.

The station wagon bumped over the shoulder as Nancy turned off the main drag onto a dirt road, and it shook you back to reality. The glow of a fire down at the edge of the quarry flickered and cracked against the dark summer night and your heart began to race.

Steve.

The car slowed and Nance threw it into park, both she and Jonathan quick to get out as a few people you didn’t know approached excitedly in greeting, but you hesitated. Stuck on all the what ifs and whys and you squeezed your eyes shut tight, trying to push through it. The tinny sound of music coming from a stereo echoed along the rock of the quarry and you could hear Eddie all the way from where you were still sitting. A small smile tugged at your lips. It would be okay.

“Coming?” Jonathan leaned over the hood of the car to peek at you, trying to give you a reassuring smile, and you nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah, coming.”

You kicked your door shut behind you and slowly trailed after your cousin, eyes flicking back and forth between the fire, all the people, and the stars that hung lazy and bright overhead.

“Sweetheart, you made it!” Eddie jogged in his goofy way past Nance and Jonathan to grab your hand in his, the cool feeling of his rings pressing into your palm, and the look he gave you brought your smile back again.

“Made it,” you tried to sound excited, but he caught the nerves in your tone and took a tiny sip of the beer he was holding.

“Okay. Here. You need this more than I do. Promise I opened it and I haven’t dropped dead so it isn’t poisoned,” he teased, wiggling his brows playfully and pulling a laugh from you.

“That bad?” you asked with a grimace, grabbing the can and taking a long pull. Beer always helped.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’d say bad,” Eddie hummed, his smile shifting to a grin and he squeezed your hand, “You’ll be fine. Okay? We’re just stupid kids and it’s a Friday night and damn if we’re not gonna have a good time.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” and you took another drink and squeezed his hand back as he pulled you over toward the fire and everyone else.

Making sure to tell you he’d be back, Eddie left you to settle down on a makeshift bench made from pallets and tree trunks, laughter and conversation swirling around you. The air was thick and full of the sounds of frogs and crickets as the heat of the bonfire mingled with the beer you were drinking and you felt like you were floating. Hazy and losing yourself in it all until a familiar voice swam into your ear.

“Hi.”

You didn’t need to look to know who it was and you could hear the smirk on his lips, shaking your head, biting back a smile of your own. Finishing off the beer in your hand you put the can on the ground and tilted your head back to look at him.

“Hi.”

“Come here often?” Steve gave you a small grin, pulling his lower lip in with his teeth and you shot him a look.

“Shut up,” you teased.

He laughed and took a drink of his beer. “Empty already, need another one?”

“Please.”

Leaning over to the cooler on his left he grabbed another can and cracked it open for you with a satisfied pshhh. He scooted closer to you on the bench, pressing your thighs together as he held the beer out for you with a lopsided grin, and you fixed him with a look.

This wasn’t anything special, just a bunch of kids doing things they shouldn’t, but the glow of the fire cast Steve in half shadow, half light and the sight of him made your stomach flip over. He was so damn pretty. The long sweep of his lashes, soft pink lips, deep maple colored eyes that swam with flecks of gold and the strong line of his jaw as it sloped down to his chin.

He caught you staring and nudged you with the beer, “Think you can drink and look at the same time?”

Heat rose in your cheeks, but you couldn’t help laughing, the beer helping you dodge feeling any bit embarrassed, “Haven’t tried it.”

Steve wiggled his brows at you. “First time for everything,” and you punched his arm.

The night spun on in a blur of crackling firelight, warm laughter, cold beer and the smoky haze of Eddie’s weed. Steve never left your side, not once, and finally it felt like the fourth of July. Felt like a second chance. And while you couldn’t feel the significance of it right then, the potential you’d wondered about at the beginning of the night was slowly fulfilling itself.

You talked about everything and nothing all at once. About how neither of you had gotten into college, how you both wanted to get the hell out of Indiana, how scooping ice cream isn’t the worst job on the planet, how you wondered what the ocean looked like in real life. Talked about the first time you got on a skateboard, the first time he picked up a baseball, your first kiss.

Eddie, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan all watched you in your little bubble from afar, silently celebrating the two of you falling into each other again, and they shared looks and grins from across the fire. Finally. But there was one thing they wanted to make sure happened tonight and Nance had been the one to suggest it.

“Hey! Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt,” Nancy sat down next to you on the bench with a coy smile, “Jonathan and I are probably gonna stay late, so…” She gave you a look, a look that said ‘stay late’ meant something else and your eyes widened and you shot her a grin.

“Oh,” you winked. “You should. You never get alone time with–” but you stopped short as Nancy blushed and dropped her gaze to smile down into her lap. And just like she thought he would, Steve took the bait.

“Well, I can give you a ride?” Steve offered, glancing from Nancy to you and your grin fell. “Yeah, I mean we live so close, not a big deal.”

It was Nancy’s turn to wink at you. “Great! Thanks, Steve. Just make sure to leave the key out for Jonathan,” she gave your arm squeeze and practically skipped back over to your cousin, snuggling into his side, still grinning over at you.

“We can go whenever you’re ready,” Steve said, pulling your focus back to him and you suddenly felt the three beers swimming around in your head.

“Yeah, maybe now’s good,” you murmured.

“Oh, uh yeah, sure. Now’s great. Let's giddy up,” he took your hand in his and you both said your goodbyes before piling into Steve’s BMW and heading back into Hawkins.

The entire drive back was quiet. Both of you trying to decide if you wanted to let loose what you were thinking, what you feeling. Holding back a wall of words. Holding back admissions and confessions, but neither of you cracked. Maybe you were scared, maybe you thought it would be like the fourth all over again and instead you settled on listening to Hall and Oates until Steve pulled into your driveway.

“Okay, well. G’night,” Steve murmured, fingers tapping on the gear shift, doing anything to keep himself from reaching out to grab your hand like he’d wanted to do all the way back into town.

The tension was thick, thicker than the warm summer air and loaded and you bit the inside of your cheek to shake yourself out of it, pull yourself out of wading through Steve.

“Yeah, thanks for the ride,” you unbuckled yourself and quickly fumbled with the handle on the car door, half-stepping half-stumbling out of the BMW. Closing it behind you, you turned to see Steve giving you a half wave, a lopsided smile on his lips and you lifted your hand to give back the same awkward wave before he rumbled out of the driveway to pull into his a few doors down.

When you went inside, the only light on in the house was the lamp next to Hop’s chair, a note on the kitchen counter for you:

Out with Hop for our anniversary, Jonathan’s in charge! Will staying at Mike’s for the night, see you kids in the morning, xoxo – Mom.

Will wouldn’t be home til the morning and by the sounds of it neither would your aunt and Hopper and there was no way Jonathan and Nancy would leave the bonfire anytime soon. It was much too early.

So, you were alone.

Your head started to spin, hazy with beer and the lingering memory of Steve in the half light of the bonfire. Steve and how close he’d been pressed to you on the bench. Steve and his spearmint gum and the citrusy, cedar smell of boy. As you walked down the hallway to your room you felt your heart racing in your chest, thoughts wandering around the idea that was slowly blooming from all the little memories swirling around in your mind.

Leaning against your door frame your eyes flicked up to look at the clock on your nightstand.

10:49pm.

There was no way he was asleep yet.

You chewed on your lower lip, fingernails pressing half moons into your palms as you hesitated for only a split second and then your feet and a little liquid courage made your decision for you.

Walking down the street, you felt your heart thudding heavy in your chest as you went, the lamps overhead casting shadows to dance along the sidewalk. What in the hell were you thinking? Doubt and second guesses wrapped tightly around you, but you kept going until you finally reached your destination. Walking up the driveway, up the front steps, up to the door, hand balled in a fist, hovering over the intricately carved wood. C’mon, you told yourself.

Knock, knock, knock.

No taking it back. You felt like you might pass out as the seconds ticked by painfully slow. Did he not hear it? Maybe he knew it was you and didn’t want to answer it. You shouldn’t have come. Turning to leave you almost took the first step down, but stopped at the sound of the door opening.

“Oh hey, everything okay?” Steve’s voice was scratchy, a little tired, but his tone had immediately shifted into worry as he stepped out onto the front stoop.

Turning back around you took Steve in. Shoulders carrying a pale yellow tank top, a pair of faded Hawkins High issued basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. He could be wearing anything and still look so good and your cheeks flushed deeply as you dropped your eyes to the ground.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally fine.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Silence.

“Actually, you know what? It’s nothing, I shouldn’t have–” you didn’t finish your sentence, too embarrassed to admit why you were there, too scared to ask if he wanted it too, but before you could go you felt his hand take yours.

“Wait,” and he gently pulled you back around to face him, slowly brought you in, in close enough you could feel the heat from his chest, close enough to see all the little flecks of gold that swam in the deep hazel of his eyes and your breath caught in your throat.

“Steve…” your voice was barely above a whisper as his hand tightened on yours.

His touch was electric, your palms pressed together, standing so close your toes were almost touching. You caught the minty scent of toothpaste, lingering coconut sunscreen, the heady scent of bonfire smoke. The way he was looking at you made you dizzy as his tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip, trying hard to piece together a coherent thought.

“I–” he started, but it cut short as he swallowed the rest of his sentence. His lips parted as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide, dark and edged in amber as he worked through the thought of why you were there and the little spark in your chest flickered to life. A flame burning bright, his hesitation becoming your motivation.

Dropping his hand you pressed both of yours into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him down into you, needy lips meeting his and god the way he kissed you back told you he wanted it just as badly.

Stumbling backwards into the entryway you breathed each other like air, his hands holding tight at your waist, kisses falling messy on each other. Pressed at the corner of your mouth, the line of his jaw, your neck, catching his bottom lip and tugging just enough to pull a groan from him.

“Shit,” Steve hissed as he tripped back into the bottom step of the staircase, instinctively tightening his grip to keep you from falling and you laughed softly into each other, but it stopped as soon as your eyes met again.

Taking hold of your hand, Steve pulled you up the stairs and down the hallway into his room, foot kicking the door shut behind him as your lips found each other once more. It was hurried, open mouthed kisses cutting through the dark of his room as your arms snaked around his neck. The feeling of his hands on you sent goosebumps trailing across your skin as he grabbed at your waist, your hips. Slid down the soft slope of your back and over the curve of your ass pulling a gasp from you that made him hesitate.

Chest heaving, heart racing, Steve screwed his eyes shut trying to ground himself for a moment and you could feel the heat radiating from him as you pressed tight into each other. Finally he opened them again, his eyes searching yours, hair messed and lips kiss bitten and swollen, “Is…is this what you want?”

“I want you,” there was no hesitation in your voice as you lifted a hand to the line of his jaw, not shying away from his gaze, and the look he gave you then made you weak in the knees.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His hands left your waist to cup your face softly and he held you for a moment. Looking at you, really looking, and despite the dress that still clung to your body you felt so bare, so vulnerable as the vice that had been clamped tight around your heart slowly spun loose to let Steve in.

��Kiss me,” you whispered and when he leaned down to press his lips against yours you felt yourself leap off the cliff you’d been lingering on, trusting him to catch you, and he did.

Everything was dizzy, kisses pressed to bare skin, fingers trailing along the lengths of each other, the fan spinning overhead pushing warm air around his room as you fell against the soft sheets on his bed. Your shoes dropped to the floor as Steve stepped into the V of your legs, dipping down to press kisses to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders.

Whispers of your name falling into your ear.

Hovering just above you Steve gently pushed stray locks of hair out of your face, waiting just a moment longer to take you in and a flush rose in your cheeks under his gaze. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, brows knitted together, disbelieving. How were you real? How were you here?

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth you breathed in deep and softly ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, “So are you.” Tucking your hand around the back of his neck you pulled him down into you and your lips met again with a heat and intensity that hadn’t been there before.

Steve trailed impatient kisses along your jaw, sucked pretty little marks against the sensitive skin on your neck and ran his hands down your waist. Over your hips. Played with the hem of your dress before pulling it up your thighs to expose your legs and stomach, goosebumps rising there at the sudden feeling of cool air. His hand moved on your stomach, fingers splayed out across your skin as he pushed it higher and higher, feeling you under him.

Brushing his thumb across the delicate lace of your bra just under your breast, he pulled a gasp from you that melted into a whimper and you felt his lips slow as they reached your ear.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, m’okay, you just–” it felt like Steve had literally taken your breath away, scattering your thoughts off into the dark of his room, “–just making me feel so good.”

You felt him press a grin against your skin and he pushed his hand up to brush a thumb over your nipple through your bra, a small moan falling from your parted lips. “Want me to keep going?” he asked, voice low and rough against the shell of your ear and you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Please,” you practically pleaded, fingernails pressing needy into his back against the fabric of his shirt and he didn’t hesitate, reaching a hand up to tug it off and throw it carelessly to the floor before moving back down into you.

You could feel heat pooling between your legs as his lips dragged along your skin, hand massaging your breast, working you up into a frenzy until you finally grabbed his hand with yours.

“Wait,” you gasped breathlessly and he stopped.

“Sorry, do you want me to–”

“Shh, just a minute,” you hushed, pressing your fingers gently against his lips. There was entirely too much clothing between the two of you.

Gathering up the fabric of your dress you awkwardly pulled it up over your head and a quick twist of your fingers saw your bra unhooked and thrown into the dark. When you laid back down you draped an arm over your chest, self-conscious for a second, but as you slowly pulled it away the look on Steve’s face was more than enough to cast off your doubt.

“Damn,” he murmured, voice reverent, lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’ and eyes alight with all of you and it was your turn to grin.

“Yeah? What’re you waiting for, hot shot?” you teased, looping your legs around his waist, a silent invitation, and all that existed for him in that moment was you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on it at the feeling of his teeth on your skin and he groaned, chest rumbling against yours. You could feel him pressed into your leg, hard and wanting through the thin fabric of his gym shorts.

“Steve–shit,” you hissed as he nipped at your neck, but it slipped into a moan as he covered the spot in open mouthed kisses. Your back arched at the feeling, hips rutting into his. “Jesus, just—,” you breathed, tightening your thighs at his waist as your fingers fumbled at the waistband of his shorts and he got your hint, pulling his lips away from you.

Taking your hand in his he slid it heavy down your body, nested it between your legs and pressed it into you so your fingers could feel just how wet you were for him. “Keep going,” he said, voice wrecked at the sight of you and the thought of what came next. Leaning over he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and ripped the foil between his teeth and thumb before sitting back to ease his shorts down and slip it on.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched him, your fingers messy against you in your slick. He pumped his hand over himself once, twice, three times, sucking a breath in through gritted teeth as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.

And God were you a sight. Pupils blown wide, dark and needy, lips parted and panting while you fingered yourself and Steve swore under his breath. He reached a hand out to stop your from running tight circles on your clit and leaned down, pressing his body against yours.

For a second you just held each other’s gaze, breathing hitched, a soft dewy sheen of sweat gathering on your skin, lingering in the moment between everything.

“Steve,” you whispered, bringing a hand to his cheek, “It’s okay. I want this. I want you.”

“Want you too,” he murmured back, brushing the pad of his thumb along your chin as he dipped down to press a kiss to your lips, soft and tender and sweet.

Then he pushed away a little, the muscles in his arms and back tensing at the effort of holding himself up. He moved a hand down between your legs and took hold of himself, gently pressing against you and your eyes slipped shut at the pressure. Slowly pushing into you he dropped his forehead to rest against yours and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you up.

He hesitated for just a second and you opened your eyes again to look at him, your hand pressed into his cheek, “Don’t stop.” Letting go of him you reached above your head to tangle your fingers with his, squeezing his hand in yours, “Here, look at me.”

Steve pulled his gaze away from the navy blue of his sheets and looked into your eyes, a flicker of uncertainty flashing for just a moment and you felt a smile tug at your lips.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered, scattering your words down into the very center of him. Planting them there in his chest to bloom within his ribcage and quickly he blinked away the smallest of tears that had gathered in the long sweep of his lashes.

He couldn’t speak, but you didn’t let him. Instead you squeezed his hand again and started to rock your hips into him, encouraging him to move, and as he regained his confidence he met you in perfect rhythm. It was slow at first, your foreheads still pressed together, but as his thrusts began to pull sweet sounds from your lips he picked up the pace.

It was like you were pushing yourselves, hurtling toward the edge of a cliff together, clinging tight to each other in the dark. All those months of tension, looks carrying heat, loaded conversations and sweet, restrained kisses melted away with the heat of what you had finally surrendered to.

“Jesus, feel so good,” he whined, pressing his mouth into yours again to catch your moans, both of you panting and gasping with the effort of it all. Your back arched as he bottomed out, your head falling onto the bed as he rocked his hips into you again and again and when you opened your eyes to look up at him, his pretty lips were parted as he sucked in each breath.

Untangling his fingers from yours he slipped them back down between your legs to find your clit and began to move them in slick, heavy circles, wanting you to come before he did. Wanting you to have everything. Wanting nothing more than to give this to you and the moan you loosed as his fingers pressed into you nearly shattered him.

“Shit–Steve,” you stuttered, gasping for air, “I’m s-so close. Faster, go faster.”

“Faster,” he groaned and pressed his face into your neck, sucking pretty little marks there on your skin and the movements of his fingers grew messy and blurred as he did as you asked, pushing you further and further until finally something in you snapped. You cried out, hips bucking heavy into his and your hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets like a lifeline as each wave of your climax washed over you.

“So good for me Steve, make me feel so good,” you gasped, trying to pull him with you and his expression shifted almost painful, brows knitting together as his movements grew hurried and uneven before finally his rhythm broke too. Mouth dropping open, his breath hitching in his throat as he finished fast, your name falling from his lips over and over again like a prayer.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington stranger things #steve stranger things #steve x you #steve fanfic #steve x reader #steve x fem #steve harrington series #steve harrington fic

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Sleep paralysis demon : dark!Morpheus x f!reader

Request from the prompt list : How about 139-142 of your prompt list with Dream of the Endless and Reader, please

139: This place gives me creeps, 140: I swear my house is haunted

141: Did you hear that? 142: It’s just your imagination

warning: this ain't no fluff :D :D and it's a bit short, since I'm lacking time lately

During my relatively not-so-long life I’ve read a lot of stories, myths and legends. I guess that was why my imagination and creativity was something I valued most about myself. I used to daydream a lot and create hypothetical situations in my mind. Those always seemed nicer and better than mundane, day-to-day life. It always started with a single though “How crazy would it be if …..” and then just went on and on, sometimes influencing my sleeping hours. Sometimes I woke up remembering exactly what I was dreaming about, some other I had no time to dwell on it, consumed by all the duties and things to do, wishing it was all more colorful. Let me add the fact that November aura was not really helpful with keeping good, dreamy attitude. Or maybe it was quite the opposite since for the last couple days I felt like I could sleep all the time. Almost like some Disney princess….. Ugh! I truly hated the thought that I would be so helpless and lifeless. I was rather a fighting, fierce type.

During one particularly boring Monday, dealing with all the paperwork and excel spreadsheets a sudden idea came into my mind. Lucid dreaming. I’ve heard about it before, but never really tried it. Could a person really learn how to do it, safely? I would not like to risk sleepwalking and doing something crazy and/or dangerous like walking (or rather falling from) the rooftop or calling someone in the middle of the night, spilling my most shameful, dark secrets. I did not know that, but it was my best intend to try it. I checked some information on the Internet and even tried to trick one of my friends, who was a doctor into helping me understand this procedure. For research purpose and out-of-curiosity of course. My best excuse was that I was writing an article about it and needed some professional advice on which angle approach it. I also might have mentioned something about dealing with nightmares and my inability to sleep, since allegedly lucid dreaming was quite a cure for it. He was suspicious at first, but finally gave up and told me what I came from.

When the darkness fell (and may I remind you it was November so the sun was setting at like 4 p.m) I started getting ready, airing my bedroom, setting the alarm clock on particular hours which were supposed to keep me in the right state, putting on my sleeping mask and chanting some suggestive mantras. After what seemed like an eternity I got a bit frustrated. Why was it not working? How long have I been laying like this? An hour, two? Fifteen minutes. Fifteen freaking minutes and I was already going crazy. “Maybe this was stupid idea after all” I though kicking the blanket and getting up ready to make myself some herbal tea instead. This was actually proven to be working and if not, at least it will calm my nerves.

The moment I put my feet on the ground something felt terribly, terribly wrong and I could not figure out why. I was still in my apartment, familiar and safe place I designed and decorated by myself. I knew like the back of my hand and therefore it should not feel so… cold. And dark. My own place gave me creeps and I could not help shuddering. Cold sweat run down my spine as I grabbed something for protection and slowly, carefully descended the steps acting paranoid and looking out for any threats or a mere signal of danger. My vocal cords were ready to scream my lungs out for help if the need arose.

“Who is there?” I asked, but it came more of a whisper. Right, I was only so scary in my own mind while in reality, standing in the middle of the stairs with back plastered to the wall and being dressed in pajama with cartoon characters wouldn’t scare a five year old. Another step, two, three and I was in the kitchen. If anything at least I had some knifes there. AH! Maybe they would be of use faster then I remember. I swear I saw a shadow on the wall. I could not even comprehend and recognize the shape, but it faintly reminded me of the raven. The Death’s bird a terrifying voice whispered in my mind. I swear my house is haunted! I laid down in normal world and woke up in the out-of-horror-movie one ….. Wait, woke up? Did I…..?

“Oh, fuck!” the curse came out of my mind involuntarily and I immediately covered my mouth, dropping the knife in the process and causing even more noise. “Fuck!” my little experiment worked, just not really in the way I wanted it to. Ok, breathe, breathe, if it’s just a dream nothing wrong can happen to you, right? RIGHT? But what if Freddy Krueger or Jack Torrance came out of the corner? What if chucky or Pennywise will come to life? God! My mind was not playing tricks on me, projecting all the horror movies I knew. What’s next? A lighting for an effect? A wind? Some other supernatural phenomena? And speaking of supernatural maybe Winchesters brothers will come to the rescue? I wouldn’t mind a bit of Dean’s help and …. “oh, just shut up, shut up!” I hissed at my restless brain which I started to hate at the moment. Panting, wet with fear, scared to move I was just standing in place, my eyes scanning the whole place frantically. Suddenly the sound of the creeping floor came from my right side.

“Did you hear that?” that little voice inside my head came back to life again and I was now shuddering uncontrollably, almost sobbing and putting all my effort not to sob and whimper. “It’s coming for you….. You’re punishment. You have been a bad, bad girl…..” all the demons dominated my mind and I fell to the floor being a mess of a person, fully aware I had no place to run and completely unaware who was he. Well, I was about to find it out soon as the room became even darker, if that was even possible but when you are scared you exaggerate everything. Fear is not rational. Then the air became freezing to the point where I saw cold steam coming from my mouth and my hands and feet became instantly cold. I was about to die out of fear or out of cold, didn’t know which option was worse. I closed my eyes frantically repeating that this was just a dream, just a dream, nothing more. Well, I did not know that back at the moment, but I was just so, so right about this one.

Sadly, holding my knees close to the chest, embracing myself and shutting eyes did not make me invisible which I was assured of, as sudden cawing came from above my head and talons painfully scratched my head. Not to the bleeding point but leaving marks there and most likely ripping some of the hair.

“Please, please, go away….” I sobbed with shaking voice.

“Open your eyes.” Deep, dark, soft voice said with the tone warning me not to object this command but I just could not listen, shaking my head, shutting eyes even more.

“Open them or I’ll make you.” the voice became darker and the temperature fell a few more degrees so I listened….. automatically regretting that. This time I could not hold the scream rising in me at the sight of a pair of two, yellowy glowing eyes in front of me. A devil came for me. And if not a devil then certainly a demon. Bare handed, dressed in black coat, almost confluent with the surroundings. I could not clearly see the features of this being but messy hair and fearful expression was shown for a second as the light came on his face. That was clearly a man, but demons are known for their shapeshifting abilities. And the raven, the messenger of death. It all would make sense.

“Please don’t hurt me” I begged on my knees “I did nothing wrong.”

“didn’t you? Didn’t you try to lucid dream?”

“Yes, but….” I whimpered

“Didn’t you try to mess with the natural order of things?” this creature cold gaze was fixed on me and it was extremely uncomfortable, making me feel guily

“I did not mean to….” I tried again and once more was cut out

“Didn’t you try to enter my realm without permission?” he raised and walked towards me, eyes throwing daggers and glistening in the darkness. “Didn’t you get another dreamers involved in your scheming? Didn’t you try to get power of dreams for yourself?”

“I…. I…..” he lift me up from the floor with tight grip that would definitely left bruised and if I thought I was scared before than I did not know the meaning of the word.

“ You shall be punished.”

“Please, I was just trying to….”

“Silence! You deserve nightmares and darkness and void for trying to circumvent the rules I oversee. No reason or inducement is an excuse for such action. I shall condemn you.”

“Please, please, I beg you. I won’t ever do this again!” I cried because of fear and pain combined “I was just trying to escape my boring life, that’s all. Never planned to disobey or go against you… Please, please, let me go…..”

“You shall remember well not to interfere with my affairs in the future, rogue dreamer. Keep it in your mind or I shall come for you and I won’t be so lenient. For now, this dream is over” he spoke coldly and disappeared in the cloud of something that reminded sand.

And that was when I woke up, screaming and springing from the bed, frantically touching every part of my body to make sure nothing happened to me and I was unharmed. Shit!

“It was just your imagination.” I told myself trying to calm the breathing and rapidly beating heart. “No more experiments with sleeping. Just imagination……”

But if truly was a dream why was there a scar on my forehead at the hairline, barely visible, looking like a mark from a claw of a bird?

@pinksirensong @somest1

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timothylawrence · 1 year

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Hey wanted to tell you I love seeing Rana on my dash! Can you tell little bit more about Rana? How does she view her relationship with her teammates? Does she have any family? What drew her towards Wyll?

oh stop this is so sweet omg 😭😭😭 Im glad you all like to see her bcus i love to show her off!! she's my little angel and the only tav i've had break past act 1!

I'll put most of this under the cut but I wanna put out a disclaimer that I came up with her background before learning abt anyone elses backstories so if she seems very similar to an origin character i swear its on accident 😭😭!!!!!!

Rana is a tiefling rogue assassin :)! Her backstory is that of a street urchin and after her mother died when she was very young, she spent a lot of time outside of her home. Her father wasn't very good at fathering and oftentimes they didn't even speak with one another despite living together in the same home. At the age of 12, she ends up stealing a little more than something that can be unnoticed and gets arrested. Upon her father hearing out her year-long sentence and hefty bail, he decides it's better to let her rot in prison for her sentence than to spend his little money on bailing her out.

Of course, Rana breaks herself out after 3 weeks and never returns to Baldur's Gate until the fateful day of the Nautiloid! She spends a lot of her time traveling the coast, running through different guilds and vowing to never rely on anyone.

With her backstory out of the way, she has a very interesting relationship with everyone! 😭 So for those who don't know, I played this story with my darling dearest bestie @katagawajr who has her own character Vaeril. To put her in Jordan's words, Vaeril's very much a disney princess-esque, think Anna from Frozen or Rapunzel, or if you're familiar with Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle!! (where as you have Rana who despite being fire coded is very much Elsa-like)

(and sometimes she teams up in a detective noir episode alongside Private Wyll Ravengard to uncover the mysterious explosive toys of Baldur's Gate.... but thats a side quest) (yes it's chaos).

Moving onto Origins, She's got a very funny raport with Gale. He's an obvious know-it-all but unlike most egotistical men Rana's run into, he has the facts to prove it. For my Blands mutuals, she's got a very Fiona and Rhys type of dynamic where they do get along but you wouldn't believe it from the amount they bicker. Vaeril also romanced Gale in this playthru so she's very much >:( hurt my best friend and ill kill you wizard boy.

Karlach is Rana's best friend. They have very similar backstories and although they didn't know one another as kids, they're very protective of one another. Lae'zel is also one of Rana's closest friends even though she's obviously more reserved, they get along very well on the battlefield and rely on one another. Halsin makes Rana nervous because he's just So Sweet and Asty is pretty much entertaining (they argue abt the best techniques to take people down quietly ofc). Shadowheart and her also get along albeit it's a bit more reserved because of Rana's intrinsic and initial mistrust of familal figures.

haha. onto Wyll. Which is probably the funniest of funniest stories. Originally, Rana was... very put off. On one hand, she's heard of the blade of frontiers and genuinely thinks what he does is great, but on the other hand... Wyll has a heart of gold and it scares her. When they have their talk on the beach in Act One, Rana sees that he's not this 'perfect hero' and that he has doubts just like anyone else- he put on a front just like she did. Keeping people at arms length was just... natural.

So yea, they develop from their as they do in canon and albeit his sweet nature, Rana's incredibly shy abt their relationship and answers virtually no questions unless pestered by Vaeril :). They wear Lover's Caress rings to protect one another, and once they get to Baldur's Gate, Rana is quite... stand offish with Ulder and anyone else who dares to be rude to Wyll.

Ok i'll cut my essay short but THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!I love talking abt her im just . so incredibly shy. but i truly appreciate anyone who made it this far down the ask ily!! 😭😭😭😭

#asks #me when the challenge is not to make an oc thats very older-sister coded #for those who get the reference she's like if Naoko and Fiona fused and got a lot more edgier. LMFAO #BUT THANK YOU ANON!!! THIS WAS VERY SWEET TO ASK!!!! <333

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 17: Choices

Welcome back! My life's been a little odd lately but I'm finally ready to get back to this project. There's gonna be spoilers for the whole damn series (you remember that, don't you? from back when I did this thing kinda consistently?). Don't keep reading if you don't wanna know em!

This chapter starts with a portal stone icon because we're in a mirror world. It's that simple!

“We’ll run for it,” Rand said. “Hurin, can you gallop and still follow the trail?”

Don't remember where we left off? It's with Rand, Hurin, and Loial about to be killed by frog bears owned by the mysterious woman in white.

“They don’t give up, not ever. Once they have your scent, grolm keep coming, day and night, until they run you down.

Not gonna lie, I feel like she must be exaggerating to make Rand feel desperate.

“I will stop them.” Hastily Rand counted the arrows remaining in his quiver. Eighteen, each as long as his arm, ten of them with points like chisels, designed to drive through Trolloc armor.

We need more ammo counts in fiction. They're usually, even in this series I think, a relatively inexhaustible supply until it's dramatic to be out.

Also, Rand's refusal to obey Selene must be pissing her off so much. This is the price of loving powerful people, honey. They do stuff.

The grolm came on, overreaching one another in their leaps, five great, leathery shapes, triple-eyed, with horny maws gaping. Their grunting calls rebounded from the void, barely heard.

This is a lot like Witcher Vision and what not from video games. Wheel really deserves a good triple A game with all the modern mechanics. They'd be pretty justified in this setting. (Have I already said this before? It's been so long.)

The first grolm died; one of its companions leaped on it as it fell, beak of a mouth ripping gobbets of flesh. It snarled at the others, and they circled wide. But they came on, and as if compelled, it abandoned its meal and leaped after them, its horny maw already bloody.

You really gotta wonder what kinda fucked up world these dudes came from that opportunistic cannibalism is such an easy choice for what should be apex predators.

“It grows easier each time you do it, I’ve heard,” Selene said. “The more you live in the Oneness, the easier.”

Average reader: This is clearly her trying to mask the fact that she knows all of this stuff very well and knows it by heart. She clearly was trained in the Oneness!

Me: Lanfear is so power hungry she can never be in the Onenness without immediately grabbing as much saidar as she can stomach, so the idea of it being easier to resist it with time is in fact something she's only ever heard about.

A coughing bark, all too familiar, sounded beyond the dead grolm, beyond the next hill, and others answered it. Still more came, from the east, from the west.

I think that Selene is actually out of grolm at this point and just using tricks to make the noises of them. Rand was absolutely not supposed to kill the five already deployed and we never actually see one again in this chapter.

The barks of grolm pursued them, hundreds it seemed. It sounded as if the grolm were ranged in a semicircle around them, closing in from every direction but the front.

See what I mean? Which is more likely, that Lanfear is a death metal version of a Disney princess or that she's absolutely fucking with these guys because they're off-script?

Loial threw his quarterstaff aside; it would be of no use against grolm, and it only slowed him. The Ogier had given up riding; he used one hand to haul himself up, and pulled his tall horse behind him with the other.

Oh so that's why I didn't remember the quarterstaff, it was tossed aside almost instantly. That's kind of a shame. This land wanted to be useful but it can't be.

Also the image of Loial having to lead his horse is great. Poor guy. Poor horse.

She spread her hands as if unsure exactly what it was he was supposed to do.

Sure is nice of Lanfear not to try and out him in front of his men. Isolating them from him would be to her advantage, but I guess she knows he's freaking out about his power anyway. But how could she possibly understand a motivation that was against having power?

The symbol was a live coal under his hand; he drank in the light. The world flickered. Flickered. It made him sick, that light; it was water to a man dying of thirst. Flicker. He sucked at it. It made him want to vomit; he wanted it all. Flicker. The triangle-and-circle seared him; he could feel it charring his hand. Flicker. He wanted it all! He screamed, howling with pain, howling with wanting.

This sequence feels a lot as if Rand is being pushed well past his expected limits as a beginning channeler. I wonder if moving around via Portal Stone is, like Traveling, something reserved only for the very powerful. It would help explain why they fell out of common knowledge.

“Remarkable,” Selene said slowly. She glanced at Loial and Hurin. The Ogier looked stunned, his eyes as big as plates; the sniffer was squatting with one hand on the ground, as if unsure he could support himself else. “All of us here, and all of our horses. And you do not even know what you did. Remarkable.”

More evidence for my thoughts on Rand being pushed beyond his limit. If Selene hadn't done this, would Rand have been ready to do the stuff he has to do in the next few books?

The hollow surrounded them without any stairs, though here and there lay a suspiciously smooth piece of stone, colored red, or blue. The column lay against the mountainside, half buried in the loose rock of a fall. The symbols were unclear, here; wind and water had worked long on them.

Funny that the Portal Stones can be so easily destroyed by wind and water when you consider some of the other wonders of the AoL. Maybe the hollows are meant to be the protective wards of some kind or another and once they're gone, the Stones are easily wrecked? Maybe there used to be a shitton more of them and only the lucky few survived? I guess they all have to disappear somehow, even though they feel very embedded into the fabric of reality.

Rand glanced at her, and cleared his throat again. Is she angry with me? She’d certainly be angry if I had tried to kiss her. I think.

No Rand, she'd love that. Feet would pop and everything. But asking her not to brag about how powerful her boyfriend is makes her wonder what the point of having a boyfriend is at all.

“You may not have lost the Horn of Valere yet,” Selene said slowly. “As you know, I do know a few things about those worlds.”

You can really feel her mounting frustration with how Rand keeps going off script and with how Rand doesn't even know he's doing it.

You mean to say, my Lady, I’ve been smelling where those Darkfriends are going to be? The Light help me, I wouldn’t like that. It’s bad enough smelling where violence has been, without smelling where it will be, too. There can’t be many spots where there won’t be some kind of violence, some time. It would drive me crazy, like as not. That place we just left nearly did. I could smell it all the time, there, killing and hurting, and the vilest evil you could think of. I could even smell it on us. On all of us. Even on you, my Lady, if you’ll forgive me for saying so.

Hurin's being the practical smallfolk type means that he's got it exactly right about how awful these modifications to his power would be. It's a shame he doesn't still smell all that Vileness on Lanfear. I suppose the passage of time means that all of her actual atrocities are quite faint.

It's an even bigger shame we won't be keeping him around. I'll miss you, Hurin.

“A wise decision, Rand,” Selene said, “and well thought out.” She touched his arm and smiled, and he found himself again thinking of kissing her.

He really is the Roadrunner to her Wile E Coyote romantic compellings, huh?

Egwene wouldn’t have said I was wise. Egwene would have called me a woolhead.

Well sure Rand, but that's because back when Egwene wanted a romantic relationship with you, she didn't want you to be her enslaved thrall to earn her glory points. If anything, it's probably your lifelong exposure to proper Two Rivers insanity that protects you from Selene.

Welp. That's another chapter done. I hope to have another chapter up tomorrow but we will see. If we're lucky I just might finish this book before season 3!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #hurin #lanfear #loial

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artzychic27 · 2 years

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Alright, you've heard of "Royal Boyfriends", which I am glad to see people like, but may I propose a sequel. "Evil Girlfriends?"

Once again from your Disney AU, but this time with Juleka as Malificent and Rose as Queen Candy?

Got any headcanons and story?

Juleka was never really “evil,” just a girl who put her trust in the wrong people

Some jackass, (Canon Gabriel) befriended her, acted as a father figure, only to cut off her beautiful purple wings just so he could become king

It also stung that she wasn’t invited to his son’s Christening. Now that’s a bull move! Everyone was invited!

So, of course, she cursed the baby with eternal sleep if he pricked his finger on the needle of a spinning wheel when he turned sixteen

Because that’s how pissed she was at the king, don’t judge her

It doesn’t help Juleka feel justified when the baby is just so damn cute! He doesn’t even cry when she shows him her fangs

After the three good fairies brought Adrien to safety, Juleka had her brother Luka, a shapeshifter follow them in the form of a crow

He’s bitter about Gabriel, too

So now, they watch over Adrien when the fairies aren’t around. Then Adrien turns sixteen and it’s time to meet his fate

Figuring out a way to piss off Gabriel ever further, Juleka has Luka pose as the Princess fated to wake Adrien up with a kiss… And then shift back to himself right in front of Gabriel

So now, unfortunately for Gabriel, he’s in-laws with Juleka, and Adrien and Luka have biological kids because shapeshifters are intersex

Meanwhile in the future

Rose is the greatest racers of all time… In a video game.

She loves winning, beating the CPUs, and life couldn’t get any better… Until the dreaded year, 1985

New games came along, her console remained untouched, and she became insanely bitter, so much that she glitched into some modern games just to get noticed, breaking many video game laws and getting games unplugged

Soon, she found the most popular game to inhabit, Miraculous Rush, a racing game. She hacked the game’s system and took on a new identity as Princess Pigella (Alliteration)

No one remembers the game prior to her hacking it

She spends the rest of her days winning every single game using her own sequence of cheat codes

And, as a result of her hacking the system, she turned a previous character into a glitching outcast, Zoé

Anyway, a video game character (Ivan) travels into Miraculous Rush, meets Zoé, blah blah blah, helps her compete in a race, and she would’ve won if not for Princess Pigella sabotaging her with each lap, becoming more deranged as Zoé bests her

Oh, and earlier, Ivan accidentally led a parasitic antagonist from another game into Miraculous Rush, it laid eggs, merged their code with some of the code in Miraculous Rush, and now they’re running all over the game

Back to the present- One of the Parasites attacks Princess Pigella while she’s racing, and merges with her code while also exposing herself as Rose

Now, she would’ve taken over the entire gaming worked, killed Ivan, and destroyed Zoé’s code if not for some weird purple light pulling her and the rest of her minions into some weird technology-barren world

There, she meets the new Queen of what was once Gabriel’s kingdom, Juleka

Apparently, Juleka messed up a spell, and summoned Rose, so… Now she’s stuck there. Now that she minds since Juleka is pretty

Rose tells her everything there is to know about the future and Juleka’s excited to try out soda

Occasionally, they play darts using some of Gabriel’s portraits as target practice

Rose’s parasite minions listen to Juleka as much as they do to her, so she has the target Gabriel

Rose likes to decorate Juleka’a horns with any jewelry she can find

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #lukadrien #maleficent #king candy #evil royal girlfriend #evil royal boyfriends au

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 year

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Hi, can I have a fic where r has been working out all day because she has a photo shoot in 2 weeks and has to lose a couple pounds so she's been overwhelmed and over working herself and Rebecca is worried so she plans a all girls day with r to get her hair done, nails done and buy skincare products and makes r feel loved, oh and can it be black reader plz!thank you!!

All the enjoyment

Rebecca Welton x black!fem! Reader

Warning: stress,overthinking, negative thoughts, and pure fluff!, and money spending😌, princess treatment also⭐️

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You had gotten up early just to hit the gym. You worked as a model for a modeling agency and there was an upcoming photoshoot you had to plan for. There was a specific dress you had to wear because of the theme, 'game of thrones' but the only problem was, it was too tight. It was your size, but the material of the dress was tight. You had 2 weeks to plan for the photoshoot which was a small amount of time to lose weight but you decided to try anyway.

You woke up at 3:00 am to get some work in before you got ready to go to work. You stretched as you sat up against the head board and sighed. You truly hated being away from Rebecca, even if it means just going to the gym. That's why you were happy when Rebecca installed a gym to your home, a huge mansion you didn't even know she could buy. When you first met Rebecca you didn't even know she was smoking rich and when you found out you didn't care, you just loved her for who she was and how she treated you. Rebecca was a billionaire and spent every penny on you.

You kissed Rebecca's forehead as she slowly stirred, sighing before chapping her lips in her sleep. You smiled softly down at her as you removed yourself from the bed making sure not to wake her up. You pushed your feet in your fluffy pink slippers that had your name on them that Rebecca had bought for your birthday. You wrapped your robe around your body and walked into your walking closet. You looked around and saw that Rebecca had already picked out her outfit of the day clothes.

A pink tight, above knee skirt, white blouse with a white fluffy vouis Vuitton jacket with Paris Hilton black bow heels. You liked the outfit choice but you wanted to see it on her. How the skirt took up her curves, the way she would strunt in her heels effortlessly, it was a heavenly site. You picked out your work out outfit, wearing a sports bra and black Nike leggings with platform filla shoes to make doing planks easier.

You grabbed your gym bag and filled it with a towel, water bottle and chocolate. You came out of the closet and looked at Rebecca who had manged to take up all the space on the bed not knowing you were gone since you placed both your pillows on your side to make it seem like you were still there. You smiled at the adorable sight and gently opened the door closing in behind you as you walked downstairs. Since the house was huge it was a long walk to the gym. Walking there was an entire workout by its self.

You opened the door and turned on the lights. You got started on your work out starting with a 30 minute warm up. You didn't even know how much time had gone by it was now 4:30 am which meant Rebecca was getting up soon or already up.

♠︎

Rebecca groaned as she felt the absence of your body against hers. She got up and adjusted to the darkness in the room, rubbing her eyes of the sleep. She sighed as she stretched over and grabbed her phone. She checked the time and groaned even louder. She wasn't supposed to be up til 5, so what were you doing up? Plus you weren't the best morning lover. She got up and walked out of the bed room. She turn on some hallway lights to see where she was going and went downstairs.

She cursed herself in her mind for buying a house as big as Disney land and not being able to find you now. She was worried, scared and confused.

She heard you running from the gym and she opened the door to see you on the treadmill. As you heard the door open you looked up at the big wall mirror. You smiled softly at her and stopped the machine.

" did I wake you?" You asked turning around and smiling at her baby sleepy face. She walked up towards you and hugged you regardless of your sweaty body.

" it's hard for you to wake me in a house twice as big as America. I mean if you were screaming for help I don't even think I'd hear you" she spoke rolling her eyes dramatically. She looked up and you and pouted tucking a strand of sweaty hair from your face.

" I missed you in bed" she whispered in a baby tone.

" I know and I'm sorry but remember I told you I have this photoshoot next week?" You asked and she nodded folding her arms listening attentively.

" Well there's this dress I have to wear because of the theme but the material makes a tight for me, so I have to lose a couple pounds...... in 2 weeks maximum" you spoke, Rebecca's eyebrows furrowed at the last words standing up straight, she placed her arms on her hips.

" That's ridiculous" she spoke half angrily half confused.

" that I can't lose weight in 2 weeks?" You asked smiling but it wasn't genuine. You had a lot of pressure on you and you needed Rebecca's support.

" no, baby what ever you put your mind to you can accomplish I believe in you but what their doing is ridiculous, if the fucking dress can't fit get a you a new one " you could see the anger in Rebecca's eyes, if she found out who the photographer was she'd kill him or her. You sighed as you stretched your muscles feeling sore and your body limp from the tiredness and unnecessary work.

" you know what your not going to work today, neither am I" she spoke walking out of the gym room and over to the kitchen. You followed behind her confused but happy.

" why?"

" because I want you to enjoy yourself, what ever you want to do we'll do it" she spoke standing around the counter, you smiled at her and quickly went around to give her the biggest hug.

" so what do you want to do?" She asked turning on the coffee machine. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through your list of stuff you had planned for the end of the month.

" ok so, I'm gonna get my hair,nails, toes done and get some skincare products also I want us to make Italian lasagna tonight so yeah" you spoke happily.

" Your wish is my command my love" Rebecca spoke smiling as she handed you a cup of coffee. You both had breakfast and had a decent conversation, about plans for the day, social media and your life in general. Rebecca got a phone call about the office and a up coming game offer so turns out she did have to go to work. After you both got dressed Rebecca gaved you her credit card and dropped you off at your hair appointment.

" when your finished with everything I'll come pick you up, or maybe when I have lunch break I'll come see you" she spoke before giving you a soft kiss on the lips then leaving. You waved her goodbye before entering the building.

" hi! Good morning! Are you y/n?" The front desk lady asked.

"Good morning! Yes i am,I'm here for a hair appointment down stairs in room 24 then a nails and toes upstairs in room 36" you spoke showing the lady your confirmation codes from the stylists on Instagram. She wrote down your name and made a call to the stylists to confirm that you had arrived, after she showed you where you had to walk to get to your hair appointment and for your nails and toes you had to take a elevator then turn left and straight down to the right.

You smiled and thanked her before walking down to your hair stylists, turns out you and her went way back since high-school and she was a good friend of yours.

" hi girlfriend it's been way to long, I haven't seen you and your bird nest since like forever" she chuckled, you rolled your eyes at her and sat in the chair.

" so what are we doing today" she asked looking at you through the mirror. You showed her two hairstyles on your phone and you both picked between French canerows or goddess box braids so you ended up going with both. She took off your bonnet almost cried when she saw how much hair you had.

" y/n why couldn't you just relax your hair instead" she said frustrated.

" because I don't want to sammy plus god knows in not consistent enough for that" you said with sass laughing at her face.

" this is going to take forever" she mumbled. She turned on the TV and put on a good netflix show and brought out some snacks and drinks. You both had good conversations catching up on stuff and laughing at old jokes. After 2 hours she was finished and you thanked her and gaved her a hug. You gaved her a tip before leaving.

After you came out you saw the lady at the front desk eating lunch so you checked the time, it was 11: 30 which meant Rebecca was already on her lunch break.

" you hair looks nice by the way" the lady said, you turned around and smiled at her.

" thank you!" You responded before entering the elevator.

My wife😌💍💞: hey babe, how are things going

You: hi, my love ! I just finished my hair, so I'm going to my nails and toes appointment now.

My wife😌💍💞: oh that's nice! I'm at the grocery store with Keely I got the stuff to make the lasagna are you hungry? do you need me to bring you something to eat?

You: actually Sammy, gaved my snacks while she was braiding my hair so I'm not that hungry but I will order something and let them deliver it so don't worry about me, also tell Keely I said hi!.

My wife😌💍💞: oh ok! will do! Also what style did you go with?

You: you'll see when I get home ;)

You got out the elevator and walked straight down to you next appointment. The lady was really nice and welcoming. You showed her your nails inspo and toes inspo . After 4 hours of endless work you were finally finished. It was now 3:30 which meant Rebecca doesn't get off work till another 30 minutes. You texted her you were finished, so she got her driver to take you home with the groceries so you could get started on dinner.

After you got home you decided to change into something more comfortable and wear Rebecca's fluffy bunny slippers. You oiled your hair and got started on dinner. You were almost finished with everything when you heard the front door open. Loui your dog started barking and you smiled because you already knew who it was.

You peaked around the corner to see Rebecca slipping out of her heels and into her house slippers as she placed her bag and keys on top of the door table. She sighed as she smiled softly smelling the delicious food coming from the kitchen. As she was about to enter the kitchen you jumped out infront of her screaming. She flinched a little but didn't scream.

She shook her head and smiled. She gasped as she saw your hair.

" You look so pretty baby!" She exclaimed hugging you. You did a 360 spin so she could she everything and she was in awe.

" so you got the French canrows and the goddess mixed together! This is so cute my love" she spoke stroking a braid.

" yep and it's called the heart freestyle braid. Oh and look at my nails" you spoke extending both hands for her to see. She gasped loudly as she saw the design.

" theses are so cute! There better than mine, I gotta get a refill, your stylist is so creative" she said playing with a charm on the nail. She looked down and spotted your toes. Rebecca was like a little kid on Christmas getting all the presents they asked for but didn't know they were actually going to get them.

" theses! oh my gosh!!! Babe you've got style!" She shouted bending down to see the design on the toes. After she gaved you a soft kiss on the lips before heading to the kitchen with you. You both ate dinner and talked about your day before watching a TV series that had just aired. After you both took a shower together and went to bed, cuddlingin eachothes embrace.

" I love you" was the last word you both said to eachother beforedriftingoff to sleep.

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On the Other Side of the Screen (part 1)

You were surprised when you heard from Nahida that he left for Inazuma a while back. Thanking the young Archon by giving her some modern sweets, you teleport to the land of eternity.

A.K.A in which a little wanderer and an administrator have some milk tea while looking at comments about him

(written before 3.3 hits, probably ooc)

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You were surprised when you heard from Nahida that he left for Inazuma a while back. Thanking the young Archon by giving her some modern sweets, you teleport to the land of eternity.

It took you a good while to find him in Inazuma. If he's in Tatarasuna, then it's not a good time to disturb him. If he's in Tenshukaku, then you don't want to be in his way. Even though you want to hear his conversations with Ei... But who are you to disturb their privacy?

Luckily, you finally found him on Seirai instead. He was idling at Asase Shrine, petting the cats and even feeding some of them, with a few birds perched on his hat and shoulders. You secretly took a few pics before greeting him.

"Hey, Raiden!"

He flinched when he heard your voice, scurrying to get up and tried to shoo the cats and birds away to make him look more intimidating in front of you. Unfortunately for him, you already adjusted the system so that the cats and birds never left him until sunset.

Now he really looks like a Disney Princess! You internally laughed maniacally. Oh, if only those diehard fans could see him in this state...

"Having fun with your friends, Raiden?"

"... Don't call me that." He glared at you.

"But aren't you the one who allows me to name you whatever I want?"

He then scoffed. "Just call me Jun."

"Okay, Raiden Jun!"

Ah, now he looks like he wants to conjure a tornado and blow you to kingdom come. You'll get revived anyway, so you're not exactly worried.

You sat by him and placed the plastic cups in front of you, ignoring his sigh. One of the cats - Meshi, if you recall, got onto your lap and sat while purring. You resist the urge to scream because of the ticklish sensation. You instead took the boba tea you ordered, taro cheesecake with extra sugar out of the plastic bag, piercing the cup with extra precision.

"How can you even enjoy something that can give you diabetes?" He asked with a revolted tone.

"Well, I've drunk worse." You take a sip of what you considered liquid gold. "And I concentrate more when I drink sweets! Can you fault me, someone who has to focus to keep this world up and running from taking a rest that she oh so needs?"

He went silent at that, probably giving up on trying to bicker with you. Though you can sense some form of worry from his tone.

You did look into the mirror before you came here. Your training in the police station has been rough, forming eye bags and creases on your beautiful, youthful face. Thankfully, it's December, and your training is finally over. So now you get to enjoy a month of vacation and witness one of the major events in the history of this game.

"It's been a long time coming, 2 years in the making, but your banner will finally be here! Tomorrow, I'll perform some maintenance and change the banner. Your and Itto's banners will be the first phase, while Ei and Ayato's will be second.”

"Heh, didn't think you'd take my request seriously." He took his straw and poke the top of his boba cup, leaving trails all over the thin plastic.

"I'm more surprised that you'd rather be with Mr. Redhorn Himbo than with her." You playfully wag your finger near his face. "Or could it be that you took interest in Itto?"

He swatted your finger away with an annoyed look, tipping his hat slowly so as to not alarm the birds perched on it.

"He's not a puny mortal, even if he really is an idiot. That oni is at least worthy of my presence."

And yet he has been secretly praising Kazuha about his entire achievement against Musou no Hitotachi...

Ladies and gentlemen, if you were to search for 'tsundere' in the urban dictionary, this man's face would surely appear!

"... Aren't you excited?"

"About what?"

"About the many people that will wish for you? Oh, I bet your banner will landslide even Nahida's banner!"

"Hmph, as if they'll even pull for me."

You stopped drinking at that, trying to get a good look at his face. His eyes are closed and he has his arms crossed, and his breath is almost even. Almost.

"... Jun, wanna hear a story?"

While he didn’t respond, you continued, petting Meshi in your lap.

"I actually have a friend who saved up just for you."

He moved a bit in the corner of your eyes.

"Of course, he did pull for other characters. But he had a golden rule to keep 10 wishes on his savings from last month. For example, if he got around 70 Fates in the last month, he will only spend 60 and nothing more. He already accumulated 240 Fates for you in the past two years, and an extra 110 since last month and anniversary reset." You shake your head. "Of course, because of that, he only got a few characters doubled by his shit luck. Can you believe he almost got all of Diluc and Qiqi’s constellation? He also only buys genesis when the thing refreshes, which only happened 2 times."

“Really? Someone as pathetic as him trying to get his hands on me? He wish.”

“That’s what he thought at first, too. He was like ‘’I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who wants this guy.’’ and got a little insecure.”

You waved your hand, summoning a hologram screen for the two of you. As the Administrator, it’s your job to collect thoughts and reviews of fans to find out what they want. What they think of certain gameplay, world building, and other such things. Thoughts about characters aren’t an exception.

"But then many people appear. A lot of them are interested in you. They don’t even want you to change, just being yourself is enough for them to like you.”

On the monitor, comments about him pass by like a river. Some comments show disdain of him - as he expected. Some show curiosity about his past, some show even infatuation and interest.

"I do admit that some of them are... Well, masochist who wants you to step all over them." He snorted when he saw the comments that implied so. "But some of them genuinely want you to be a part of their team."

He then saw it. Many wished him to have a happy life, to befriend other Vision Holders, to be freed from his past that deeply troubles him. Some even thought about putting him in the same team as Kazuha and Ei.

"Venturing the woods, eating under the stars, meeting new people... Being truly free. It's what they want for you." You continue drinking again for a while, leaving him with his thoughts as he looks up to the azure sky.

"Freedom? Heh, funny that it came in the form of being bound to them."

"Without love, freedom is empty. And without freedom, love is just another word for shackles."

After looking at the comments together for a while, you eventually dispel the monitor, glancing at his drink that must have gone bland since most of the ice has melted.

"... You're not drinking your tea?"

"You really know how to spite me, don't you?"

I laughed. "Well, I'm the Administrator, after all. I know a lot about you." You ripped the cup open and slid the remaining pearls to your mouth. “The stall ran out of boba, by the way. Yours didn’t have any.” But in reality, you asked Tomoki not to give his milk tea pearls.

“Must be my lucky day.” He finally stabbed his cup and took a sip on his milk tea. There was less sugar and milk this time, so the taste of the tea was more prominent, leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.

"Disgusting." He sniffed, wiping his tears away.

You patted him on the back and took another sip, and then another, and then another one, until the entire thing was empty, making you smile wholeheartedly.

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Author's notes:

Me: I'm not writing a sagau until we reach Khaenri'ah

Also me: Wrote a 1.3k sagau for a character I'm initially indifferent about

I'm not interested Scaramouche back when I met him in Unreconciled Stars (other than the fact he looks like Raiden Mei), but he recently grow on me.

I named him "Jun" because it means "pure, innocent", which is what he was back then, and probably still is deep down. I'm not a character analysis expert, so idk. I just think it clicks with him and roll with it.

I've saved up 70 pulls for him, but have no guaranteed. Maybe this will help me drag him home by the collar? We'll see.

I hope all Scaramouche/Wanderer/what you want to name him become havers!

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #scaramouche #idk if this counts as Scaramouche x reader #since the reader is her own character #but that will be a mystery for another day #genshin administrator au

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