#every day i wake up. and this plays in my head like a loop until the reality sets in that i did not make it up.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Just the thought of you writing prompt 15 is a good enough reason to wake up every morning so I humbly present this as a request

San has an Idea

Kinktober request: 15 boyfriend San, bestfriend Woo, threesome

Pairing: Pervy Boyfriend San x Fem reader x Bestfriend Wooyoung

Summary: After being left behind on a group trip, you, Woo and San hangout like normal in Sans room, that is until San makes a suggestion on a group activity.

Word Count: 3.6K

Kink: Threesome

Warning: Threesome, unprotected sex, mfm threesome, mxm interactions, double penetration, ass play (m receiving)

A/N: WooSan is my biases btw

Minors dni

“We should just have a threesome."

That was Sans first words in 10 minutes. Your boyfriend San was sat at his desk while you and both of your best friend Wooyoung was sat on Sans bed just hanging out in his room since the rest of the friend group took a 1 day trip to another haunted house out of town. You both looked up from your phone, the TikTok you were showing Wooyoung still playing on a loop.

"Did you guys hear me? I said we should have a-" San said but was interrupted.

"We- We heard you, where is that coming from though?" Wooyoung said holding up his hand to halt San from saying anymore vulgar words.

"I mean why not? Woo you're bi and have had threesomes before, I'm pretty open sexually, we're all attractive and find each other attractive. I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to fucking Y/N, it's not like you never seen us fuck before." It felt like San was going on and on with multiple points being made on why his suggestion made perfect sense.

"Hold on dude, rather I've caught you guys having sex or not doesn't really matter, this is something way different. You would honestly be completely fine with me... having sex with Y/N even if you're involved?" Wooyoung questioned.

"My sweet bunny's pretty pussy is a gift to earth, of course I don't mind sharing with my closest friend." San said, Wooyoung shook his head at San then turned to you.

"Y/N, please say something to your boyfriend." That's when Wooyoung noticed you with your knees up in the corner of the bed covering your face with your arms.

"See man you made Y/N embarrassed." Wooyoung yelled at San.

"No, she isn't." San got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed to sit next you. You and San were sat at the head of the bed while Wooyoung was at the foot of it, San spread his legs on the bed and patted his lap, you knew what that meant so you crawled into his lap while avoiding eye contact, you both were now facing Wooyoung but you still tried to look down to avoid eye contact.

"You see Woo I know my bunny well, really well. She has no problem voicing what she isn't interested in doing, so when she didn't respond when I asked, I already knew what she wanted." San placed his hands under your knees and lifted them to bend them for you and spread them nice and wide. The loose short shorts you were wearing already left 0 to the imagination but then San pulled them to the side to reveal your already wet pussy to Wooyoung whose face was turning red. San rubbed his fingers between your folds earning soft whimpers from you, you put your head back on his shoulder as he smiled watching you fall apart so easily. "See Woo, her pussy is already dripping at the thought of both of us fucking her, isn't that right baby?" San asked

You nodded your head as your body was heating up.

"Come on Bunny give Wooyoungie a proper response." San looked up at Wooyoung and noticed his eyes were glued to your core.

"Y-yes." you said in a low voice, San removed his hand from your core to remove your shorts. San placed his hands back over your pussy, this time focusing on rubbing your throbbing clit, you kept your mouth shut while you continued to moan, slightly feeling shy from Wooyoungs staring but turned on as well.

"Come on Woo, I know you've been wanting to touch her since I introduced you two, go ahead." San said, Wooyoung was a bit shocked that San noticed his crush on you, he moved a bit closer to the two of you.

"Are you okay with this Y/N? Do you want me to touch you?" Wooyoung asked you, he would never want to do anything you weren't comfortable with. You frantically nodded your head as San applied more pressure to your clitoris, causing you to throw your head back.

Wooyoung was still hesitant but in the back of his mind he always hoped this moment would come. You two always made Wooyoung go into Bi-panic, you and San were a hot couple, The many times he caught you two in the act he found himself not knowing if he wished he was you or San. He decided to not waste any more time and finally got closer, he sat on his knees in front of you and his eyes was glued to your core. He watched San rub circles on your clit and how you would jerk at the sensation. He stuck out his index finger and rubbed your hole to get his fingertip wet before gliding it into your dripping cunt, the feeling of both Woo and San touching you causing you to yell out a string of curse words, you didn't even notice him put his middle finger in as well until he started to pump them both in and out of you. You bit your bottom lip from the stimulation as Woo sped up his pace, your hips starting to move on Sans lap.

"Woo my bunny likes praise, tell her she's doing a good job." San said nonchalantly like he wasn't prepping his girlfriend to be fucked by himself and his best friend. Wooyoung was in somewhat of a trans feeling your gummy wet walls contract around his fingers and watching your hole gush while you moaned.

"You're taking my fingers so well Y/N, does it feel good to have me and San touching you like this?" He asked, your mind was blanking, and you could barely comprehend what was being said to you, your eyes rolled back from the praise, and you felt your climax rushing toward you.

"He asked you a question don't be rude Bunny, give him an answer." San said while lightly ripping your chin and throat.

"Yes, Woo ahh~ it feels so good, please fuck your fingers into me more." San smiled at you falling apart and started to kiss you while speeding up the pace of his fingers on your clit, even with his tongue in your mouth your muffled moans could be heard. Wooyoung felt his dick getting harder watching you two kiss, hearing you moan for San made him want to make you do the same for him, he drove his finger deeper and faster into your cunt, trying to navigate finding your spot. Your body jerked hard and you yelped when he hit it and he knew what he had to do, he leaned forward to hit even deeper into you and lifted the hoodie you had on with nothing underneath, Wooyoung had been slyly eyeing your hard nipples the entire time he was hanging out with you and San so naturally he wasted no time pressing his lips on one of them.

You were going insane, the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling between Woo and San was damn near unbearable. San finally pulled back from the kiss, his fingers going even faster on your clit because he knew you were at your peak from how loud your moans were and how he watched your body shake, Woo could feel your pussy squeezing his fingers so much that you barely had room to move. It only took a few more seconds of this before you erupted, your cum shot out of you like a hose in the summer as you soaked Wooyoung, yourself and some of the bed. Wooyoung continued to pump his fingers into you to help you ride out your high then finally pulled back, San also removed his fingers from your clit and peeked your fucked out face a few times while you heavily breathed and shook.

"Good job bunny, squirting for me and Woo like a good girl, but we aren't done yet." San grabbed the bottom of your hoodie to remove it, leaving you bare in front of them. They laid you flat on the bed, both the men ogling you like you were their last meal, they couldn't keep their hands off you, Wooyoung gently massaging your thighs while San rubbed your shoulders, the attention they were giving you made you whine from the heat that was pooling in your pussy.

San moved down your body to massage your breast and nipples, you felt so sensitive to their touch, he made eye contact with Wooyoung.

"Woo, I think my bunny wants to be stuffed in her pretty pussy, can you do that for her?" San asked, Wooyoung looked up at him.

"A-are you sure San? Do you really want me to fuck her first?" Wooyoung asked, San laughed at him then gripped your cheeks and made you face Wooyoung.

"Look at that needy face Woo, do you want her to beg for your cock?" San looked down at you. "Bunny Woo wants you to beg for him to fuck you." The way San spoke to you made your pussy throb more, truth be told you wanted nothing more but to be fucked wide open by Wooyoung, you always wanted to feel his dick inside of you. The times he caught you two having sex and Wooyoung trying to hide his obvious boners and lustful gaze or even when he would casually talk about his hook ups with various people, you couldn't help but wonder how good he fucked.

"I want it so bad Woo, I want to feel you dick so deep in me, please fuck me." you said even with San squeezing your face, Wooyoung looked at your face and met your gaze, he knew you meant every word you said.

...

Both men stripped down fully except San who still had on his boxers, though Wooyoung was a bit smaller in girth and length he still had a quite impressive member. Wooyoung was slotted between your legs with his arms on each side of your head and your legs pressing closer to your chest. San was watching you two as he stood off the bed, Wooyoung wasn't focused on San, he just wanted to make you feel good which is why San gave him permission to fuck you raw. He leaned forward more to kiss you, unlike San Woo's kisses we much steamier and more passionate, he was slower and sensual, as he kissed your lips, his tongue danced with yours, he slid his dick into your heat, he ate your moans as you felt him glide deeper and deeper into you. He released your lips, and a pop could be heard along with the wet slapping noises your pussy was making. His pace was moderate, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of your cunt.

"Your pussy feels so amazing Y/N." He said looking into your eyes, his blown out pupils looking directly into your before he locked lips with you briefly again, you could absolutely understand why so many people were in love with him after he fucked him, it was like he was snatching your soul.

"How cute, but don't get to cocky Woo." San said, the both of you almost forgetting he was there. San reached into his nightstand while you and Woo continued, Woo's pace was steady, San grabbed lube from the night stand and covered his two fingers in it. Woo was so focused on you he didn't notice San walk behind him begin to tease his hole. A cute moan fell from Wooyoungs lips as you smiled at him, his strokes became sloppy as his hips couldn't keep a consistent pace.

"Trying put the moves on my bunny while I'm letting you fuck her sweet pussy tsk tsk Woo, I guess I have to punish you both for enjoying your selves a bit too much." San said as he continued to play with the rim of Wooyoungs hole, Woo felt sensitive under Sans touch especially with him still inside of you, he just couldn't keep a good pace which started to make you feel like you were being edged, you guessed this is what San meant by punishing both of you. You and Woo moaned out of sync while San laughed at you two acting needy and fucked out. "You can't even fuck straight do you want my fingers that badly Youngie?" such a cute nickname for such a dirty moment, Wooyoungs bangs covered his blushed face as he breathed heavily barely able to contain himself.

"Y-yes, yes San..." He was shy to admit it, but he wanted his best friends fingers to fuck his hole while he fucked you, nothing sounded better.

San had such a devious smile sprawled on his face. "You're so cute Youngie of course I'll give you what you want." San plunged his two lubed finger into Wooyoung, Woo’s body collapsed on top on you causing him to drop his dick deep into you with no warning, both you cried out in pleasure. "Come on Youngie hold it together so you can fuck my bunny properly." San said into Woos ear while he slowly fucked him. Wooyoung tried getting his bearings even with San knuckles deep inside of him, he started to rut against you then gradually picked up his pace, the close proximity made his pelvis brush your clit as well, you moaned into Wooyoungs ear, causing him to moan more. Woo kept a good pace in you, but San would strongly push his fingers into Woo causing him to go deeper into you. Woo hit your spot like San was hitting his, you both let out helpless whimpers and was close to your climax.

"Woo I'm gonna cum." You mumbled out, Wooyoung nodded and pecked your lips a few more times.

"Let's cum together okay Y/N?" you nodded as well and kissed him, he last a few more seconds until San tapped his spot rapidly causing Woo to do the same to you, as you came you felt the feeling of hot cum filling your belly and it just made you want more. San slowly removed his fingers from Wooyoungs ass and Woo pulled out of you and rolled next to you, both of you were in a daze.

San removed his underwear and got a condom from his nightstand to roll down his shaft. You laid still until you felt San flip you on your side and put one of your legs on his shoulder. "Are you ready for me bunny?" San asked

"Sannie pleaseee~ I want to feel you like I felt Woo, I want your cum in me too." You whined, your bratty nature showing, which is why San smacked your ass loudly, causing Woo to look over.

"Bunny, you know the rules, both of us couldn't handle that." Before you could combat further San lined himself up with your cunt and was able to slide right in, he really did want to fuck you raw until his cum covered your walls but realistically he knew it would feel too good and he wouldn't be able to go 2 minutes without fucking you, he barely had a control on how often he fucks you now. He held your thigh while he drilled his cock deep into you, you couldn't control yourself from cursing and moaning, he pounded your cervix so good you started screaming.

"Poor Y/N you're so loud you wouldn't want to bother the neighbors, let me close your mouth for you." Wooyoung said springing into action after he got hard watching how San fucked you. He made his way up to your face sitting on his knees in front of you with his length in hand, you knew what was next and opened your mouth nice and wide for him. Woo gripped the back of your head with one hand and back of your neck with the other then eased your mouth onto his dick. Woo stuffing your mouth and San fucking your abused pussy was something you only saw in dreams, they both worked in tangent using you as a fuck toy for their pleasure and yours.

"Bunny Woo just fucked you and you're still so tight, I love this pussy." San said, his pace already showing that he was nearing his climax.

"Her mouth feels so fucking good too Sannie, you lucky bastard." Wooyoung also was reaching his end as he fucked your throat, your eyes rolled back and you gagged out moans on Woo's dick, you've never felt this much pleasure before and your mind was going blank, all you could think about is the way they were fucking you. Your pussy started to contract around Sans cock while you gagged and drooled on woo.

"I know I'm so lucky to have such a good cockslut to use and share when I want, I can feel her cumming again now." San said, and he wasn't wrong you lasted a few more strokes as you came on Sans Latex covered dick, San continued to fuck you, pushing you into over stimulation while Woo pumped his dick into you a few more times then finished in your throat, tears ran down your face as you swallowed his load. San came into the condom watching you drink Woo's cum, he pulled out and Woo did as well, San pulled you up and kissed you, his tongued explored every inch and corner of your mouth.

"You're so greedy bunny, drinking all of Woo's cum and not sharing." San said, it made Wooyoung blush. "Can you keep going bunny?"

"Yes Sannie, please, I want more, but please no condom this time." San sighed at your request. He removed the rubber from his dick as his cum slid down his shaft, Wooyoung was genuinely impressed by the amount of stamina you two had as he was still gasping from the last load.

"How about me and Youngie both fuck you Bunny, would you like that?" San asked.

"Please yes, I want you both please." San smiled at you cutely begging like a slut.

"Are you sure you can take both of us Y/N?" Wooyoung asked not wanting to push you too far, he obviously didn't understand just how much of a slut you were.

"Yes Woo, please, fill me up." You said eagerly. San didn't waste any more time discussing and laid back on his back, he pulled you on top and you sank down on his length, your eyes rolling back as you gripped his shoulders. Though your cunt was overstimulated you just wanted more and more you bounced on Sans length a few times then you felt Wooyoungs bare chest press against your back, you felt his hard dick on your ass while he kissed your neck a few times. You both slowly leaned toward San until you were pressed against his chest.

"Are you ready Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, you nodded again and Wooyoung slowly pressed his dick into your already occupied hole. The feeling was surreal, once Woo was fully inside, they both waited for your go ahead to move.

"Are you okay bunny?" San asked.

"Yes, please move, I want more." San started to buck his hips and so did Woo, when one pulled back the other moved deeper in, you've never felt so full.

"You're such a good little whore for us Bunny, taking both our cocks like this." San said rubbing your back.

"Do you like how well we’re stuffing your pussy Y/N? You're still so tight, squeezing me and Sannie like you want to milk us dry." Wooyoung said into your ear. You couldn't help the noises that filled the room from both your mouth and your cunt. Tears filled your eyes as you drooled a bit, your mind was empty, gone, completely fucked out.

"Oh no Youngie I think we fucked her dumb, little bunny can't even speak any more." San said laughing at you to taunt your fucked out state, he bucked his hips faster and so did Woo, though San loved fucking you stupid he did know that you were reaching your limit, so he had to finish soon. "Do you want both of our loads to fill your pussy bunny?"

"I bet she does Sannie, I bet she would love having our cum stuffed deep in her needy cunt, let's fill her up." Wooyoung said, both men’s pace became feral as they pounded into your fucked pussy. San brought you back down to earth as he brought you in for a kiss, his mouth now cold from the previous spit still on his lips. Once he finished kissing you Woo was right behind you to also kiss you, once he released you, he leaned up to grip your hips while San grabbed your thighs. They relentlessly fucked into you until you saw stars then felt both their loads filling your abused cunt, you yelled out a rush of curse words as their load seeped into your womb.

...

It took you an hour to finish in the bathroom after San had to literally carry you in so you could pee and shower. Once you were done you returned to Sans room, a new sheet set was put on the bed and San was back on his game while woo scrolled on his phone under the covers. They both looked up at you once you entered the room.

"Are you okay bunny? Want a snack?" San asked.

They just planned to go back to normal like they didn't just fuck your brains out?

"I- ya know what?

Yeah, I do actually." You said not even trying to put logic on those two.

San smiled at you warmly. "Okay, Woo can make us some food and we can go again a few more times!"

Of course this wasn't over.

[berryz-writes]

Forgive me?

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: You and Theo are in an argument and he tries multiple times to apologise (it works eventually)

I looked at Theo from the corner of my eye, hoping he didn't notice that every time he looked away I'd look at him, making sure his injuries weren't too serious. Just because I was angry at him and just because the reason he was injured was his own fault didn't mean I had stopped caring. Matheo who was explaining the next game's quidditch tactics to Theo punched him on the arm, grinning at something he said.

"Don't punch him so hardly! He's just had his arm fixed" As soon as the words were out of my mouth I couldn't help but regret them. I was supposed to be ignoring Theo not fucking defending him for no reason.

His eyes flicked from Matheo to me in an instant. His blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Stopped ignoring me, sweetheart?"

I clenched my jaw annoyed at myself for my stupidity and idiotic way of ruining things.

"I was talking to Matheo, not you" I tried to save myself. Well it was true. I may be talking about him but it wasn't to him.

His smirk dropped, sadness overtaking his expression "I've apologised. So many times y/n. What else do you want?" I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted everything to finally be ok but it wasn't. Not until I thought through everything.

I shook my head "It's been one day. When we decided on a break it was indefinitely" I was going to add a sorry at the end but I didn't. Because he didn't deserve a sorry right now.

I stood up leaving him to eat his breakfast in peace, finding comfort in the library with Pansy cheering me up.

*The next day*

"And will he make it?! YES! OF COURSE HE DOES! THEODORE NOTT OF SLYTHERIN FINISHING THE GAME WITH AN ASTONISHING GOAL. There you have it! Slytherin has won by one hundred and fifty points! Of course Hufflepuff stood no chance of winning when we look at the logistics-" Laughter rung out across the stadium at Lee Jordan's commentary but before he could carry on Professor McGonagall took the microphone away.

I watched as Theo flew around the pitch congratulating his team and doing a few loops in the air. He liked to show off and I didn't blame him. It was mostly due to him that we had won so greatly and of course this would mean another party in which I would wake up the next morning regretting my actions. Oh well. Who didn't love a party? Both teams were slowly descending down to where Madam Hooch stood with her arms crossed ready to shout at Malfoy who seemed to have not understood what it meant by "playing fairly". He had hit and injured a good few players in the process, even Matheo who he currently was annoyed at. Great person to have on a team.

I shifted my gaze back to where Theo was before but he was no longer there. I looked around and saw him talking to Professor McGonagall still on his broom. What was he doing? He took the microphone from her hand and turned to face me, the love with which he looked at me obvious however far he was.

He brushed a piece of hair away and spoke into the microphone, his deep voice amplified "Congratulations to Slytherin. I just wanted to make a quick announcement that I wanted you all to know. I am currently dating y/n who as you all know is the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. I haven't spoken to her in two fucking days and it's killing me so please, forgive me sweetheart." He gave the microphone back to McGonagall as she berated him for swearing. He shrugged innocently and flew toward me. My heartbeat increasing as the distance between us decreased. Half the crowd had already left, either to mope over their loss or to prepare for the party while the other half was whistling and cheering. Their voices were all a blur as I focused on one person only.

He finally reached me, hopping off his broom he stood in front of me, his eyes piercing me. "Forgive me?"

I smiled up at him. He was too perfect to deny. I nodded my head, he took this as a sign to lean down and place his perfect lips on mine, his hands coming to rest on my waist.

Stepping back, the crowds noise suddenly sounded ten times louder, everyone was cheering while Pansy and Astoria were grinning like crazy next to me.

"You better treat her right from now on" Pansy said, her smile dropping and her eyes suddenly turning icy.

"I will. I promise"

[kindagayfish]

I am also very obsessed with Babygirl Vash lol how about the classic sharing a bed trope with Vash? It can be swf or not! We just need more imagines of him!

Vash and sharing the bed trope

A/N: YES SHARING THE BED TROPE I LOVE IT SO MUCH HDJBSFHKSBFHKDBGHJB especially when its with bb girl vash *swoon* I’ve seen quite a few of these scenarios already but there will never be enough to satisfy me. I made this one sfw cause I really just wanted to write some fluff. Also, I finished the OG Trigun and I see some differences between OG Vash and Stampede Vash. I’ll be writing for the Stampede characters unless specified otherwise. We just haven’t seen him flirt with anyone yet, while in the OG he was very much a Chad lol. So sorry for the quality, and for taking so long. I haven’t written fanfiction in a LONG TIME. Seriously it’s been years but it feels nice to do it again. But how do people write these so quickly like damn.

Contains: fluff, Gender-neutral reader, And not really proof-read cause we die like men out here.

When you open your eyes again, it’s still dark. Your mouth cracks open in a yawn and you slowly become aware of someone pressed up against your back. 

Oh. Oh that’s right.

It had been an exhaustingly long day trekking through the desert, and an even longer evening trying to find a place to stay the night. You have no idea what possessed every abled body in Noman's Land to travel to the same town as you, but every room in the dusty motel next to the bar was taken. Even the porch swing had some poor soul wrapped up in his coat for the night.

You and Vash were about to call it and take turns sleeping in a nearby alley, when an old woman took pity on you and offered up her spare room. You were so excited to sleep in a real bed that you didn’t even think to ask about the size of the space.

It wasn’t until the both of you had finally gotten into the tiny, very much intended for one person or two people squished very close together bed, that you realized how incredibly awkward the whole situation is.

“Hey-”

“WELL GOODNIGHT” You had blurted out, turning so that your back was to Vash, hiding your flustered expression. He is a little too good at reading your face sometimes, and you didn’t need him asking questions.

He replied with a quiet goodnight, feeling him shift away as well.

Now, Vash’s breath is hot on the back of your neck as he snores lightly, his spiky hair tickling your skin. Sometime in the night, his arms found their way around your middle and pulled you flush against his chest, securing you in place.

This particular scenario had been one you’ve played in your head on loop anytime the two of you had slept close to one another. It’s like a dream come true. And any other time, you would have nestled back into his hold and fell back asleep, hoping that this action was intentional; but instead, you silently curse yourself for chugging a whole gallon of water after arriving in town. Because my god you have to pee.

He stirs slightly when you shift, hugging you closer and burying his face into your shoulder. You feel yourself growing hot as he lets out a content sigh, lips ghosting over your skin. It quickly becomes clear that you’re not escaping without waking him.

“Vash…” You whisper his name softly, not wanting to alarm him. “Vash?”

“Hmm?” he hums, breathing in deeply. Vash lifts his head and loosens his grip slightly. You take this opportunity to turn and meet his eyes. They’re droopy with sleep, blinking a bit. He gives you a lazy smile before whispering, “hi.”

“Uh hi.” Your heart rate picks up at the sight before you, and you swallow hard. “Could you um…”

“Hm?” It takes a moment for him to register the kind of position you are in. “Oh. OH SORRY.” Vash squeaks with wide eyes, releasing you quickly with a growing blush on his face. Getting out of the bed in a hurry as an attempt to hide your own flustered state, you almost miss the deflated look he gives when you’re no longer next to him. 

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah. Just ya know…bathroom.”

“Right right.”

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, making sure not to wake your host who slept soundly in the room next to yours. Part of you wanted to rush to get back, feeling chilly after leaving the warm bed and Vash’s arms. You hide your burning face in your hands as his smile flashes in your mind.

He’s just so…ATTRACTIVE. Ever since you realized you had fallen for him, it has been increasingly harder to hide your feelings. Any time he touches you (which is a considerable amount when running from danger) has your brain short-circuiting and your stomach doing flips. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if Vash is really this oblivious, or if he is ignoring it to save you both the embarrassment of a rejection. Either way, you aren’t sure if you’re ready to face the truth just yet.

Maybe if I take long enough he’ll fall back asleep and it won’t have to be weird.

After a considerable amount of time pacing the bathroom, you finally make the short walk back to the spare bedroom.

To your slight disappointment, Vash is asleep by the time you slip back into the bed next to him. His face is calm, a stark contrast to the way his brows furrow together during an intense confrontation, and you take a moment to admire his face in the moonlight. You brush a few hairs back from his forehead and immediately freeze when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi” he whispers a second time.

Pulling your hand back, you feel your face grow hot again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you twice.”

“It’s okay: Vash replies, smiling softly.

You continue to stare at each other, both unsure of what to say next. It’s subtle, but you start to see a blush creep up Vash’s neck and reach the tips of his ears.

“Um” Vash is the one to break the silence, reaching for you. “Can I…?”

“Yes” you answer immediately, scooting your body closer to his.

“Does that make this weird?”

You let out a laugh. "You just caught me watching you sleep and you think this is weird?"

“Fair enough" Vash laughs with you. "But are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh okay good” He breathes out a sigh in relief, pulling you completely into him. Feeling his body relax against yours, you tuck your head up under his chin, ear pressed against his chest. You swear his heart is pounding as intensely as your own.

“So warm” Vash mumbles into your hair. You let out a content hum, allowing sleep to overtake you once more.

BONUS

Some general headcanons:

Man sleeps like a ROCK with you

Very used to having to wake up and jet at any moment so I assume he’s a light sleeper. But with you next to him? His body finally allows him to get those good Zs.

Clingy af

Good luck escaping Vash’s arms in the middle of the night. Once he has latched on, you won’t be free until morning.

Will 110% snore lightly in your ear

mumbles in his sleep too. Usually you can’t make out what he is saying though.

Loves any cuddling positions, but his FAVORITES are any where you are the one holding him.

Vash always wants you to play with his hair. Legit will turn to putty in your hands if you scratch his scalp.

Sometimes will even nuzzle into your shoulder to get you to do it because he’s too embarrassed to ask

If you need some extra comforting at night, maybe you had a nightmare or something particularly scary happened that day, he will lay you on his chest and softly hum/sing until you fall asleep. (I honestly think Vash would have a really nice singing voice)

Usually the last one to fall asleep, and the first one to wake up. He really enjoys the quiet moments with you. It’s the way you softly smile at him in the dawning sunlight that makes him forget that he’s a wanted man.

[d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n]

Dirty Talk

Natasha x F!Reader

See, in my head, Nat is a big dirty talker. She loves to watch you squirm, clenching your thighs just from her words alone.

Sometimes she'll wake you up with her finger tapping gently on your clit, whispering in your ear how much of a slut you are for waking up this horny, "Honey, you just woke up! And you're already dripping? How pathetic!"

She'll leave you hornier and unsatisfied, "I'm sorry, baby, I have to go to work. But I know you won't touch yourself, right? Be a good little girl for me, hmm?"

You'll struggle all day, the horniness making it impossible for you to focus. More than once, someone will come up and ask you if you're okay and if you need to take the rest of the day off. You assure them, you are fine, and try to get back to your task. Your phone buzzes. It's from Nat. "I'm dying to touch you, baby girl. When you walk through that door, I'm gonna have you pushed up against the wall. You like that, don't you?" You can almost hear her smirking through the text. You cross your legs under the desk to hide the pooling arousal in your panties.

True to her word, when you return home later, she pins you to the wall and slips her hand into your underwear. "You're such a good girl for me, honey, so wet already." You moan into her passionate kisses as she sticks one finger into your begging cunt. "Do you like that? You like being taken wherever I want?" Your only answers are moans, too far gone to say anything else.

She'll pepper kisses down to your breasts, before sucking and nipping at your nipples. You might put a hand over your mouth to cover your moans - trying to keep some decency in front of your neighbours. Nat would grab your hand, "Don't hide your moans from me, pretty girl. Love all the filthy little sounds you make for me."

You know Nat's rules - you can't cum without her permission. So when your legs are shaking and your throat is raw from begging, Nat will utter your favourite words. "Cum for me."

Other times, Nat will start her mission in more inappropriate places. She'd stop by your desk and bend down to whisper in your ear. "Imagine me fucking you on this desk. Imagine everyone on the floor seeing just how much of a slut you are for me. Wouldn't that be fun?" You'd have to run to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

She'd send you a video of her playing with herself in the mirror on your lunch break, captioned: "Wish you were here." You'd squirm as you watched it over and over, brain caught in a mindless loop.

You'd walk into your shared apartment, eyes already glazed over in lust. Nat would be relaxing on the bed, feet propped up with a book in hand as you crawled over to her, tempted to rip every article of clothing off your body.

She'd laugh at you, "Dumb little baby, you got all horny at work? Such a little slut for me, huh?" You nod, pulling off your clothes until your just left in your underwear. Nat's gaze sets you on fire.

"So needy," she chuckles, turning back to her book, "so weak." You whine, stripping until you're bare and you straddle her hips. You wait for her permission though - no use in breaking her rules, no matter how horny you are. "Go on then. Use me to get yourself off. I know you can't do it yourself anyway."

As you dry hump her jeans, Nat's hand wraps around your throat. She leans in to kiss you but inches away from your lips she stops. "Mine." She utters, tone dangerous and commanding. You whimper pathetically, "All mine."

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Thirteen

 Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

WRIST/ARM RESTRAINTS / TRIPLE PENETRATION / PET PLAY

Summary: After noting how you like to use your hands, Santiago takes that away from you.

Day thirteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, restraints, semi-restricted movement, Dom!Santiago, teasing, whipping, biting, bruising, marking, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.2k

“This doesn’t seem fair.”

Santiago had laid you down on the bed, kissed you and wound you up tightly. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, he hopped off the mattress with a smirk plastered on his face. Now he was giving you the look that means you’re in trouble, hands on hips, head slightly dropped as he arches one eyebrow.

“Arms above your head.”

“Nooo,” you retort.

“Don’t moan, honey, you know exactly what you’ve done.”

You blink at him.

“I honestly don’t.”

“You found my weak spot.”

You’re thrown back to almost a month ago. You woke up in the middle of the night horny and Santiago was dead to the world. Shaking him didn’t work, calling his name didn’t work either so you decided to start roaming a hand around his body.

You ran your palm down his chest and over his stomach, drawing a line along the v of his hip. His cock reacted but Santiago, nothing.

You rubbed his thighs, his arms and then his neck, thumb light over his jaw. He exhaled loudly yet didn’t wake. Just as you were about to give up, your hand went behind his neck to the bottom of his hairline. Your fingertips grazed the raised skin of his scar and a shiver passed underneath your digits.

“What are you doing?” He asked groggily, not opening his eyes.

“Teasing.”

He scoffed, “Roll over.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you closer, grinding his cock against the crack of ass before slipping in from behind. He fucked you until you were exhausted and fell asleep, his softening cock inside you.

“But that was an accident.”

Your voice was timid, your eyes breaking away from his as they drilled into you.

“Hardly.”

He smiles, striding over to the wardrobe and dragging a box from the top shelf. They always look so ordinary, the boxes where he keeps his toys. Slipping the lid off, he finds what he’s searching for almost immediately.

You hear the buckle before you throw your head up to see.

“Please Santi, don’t. I’ll be good, I promise.”

He tuts, “I don’t believe you.”

You whimper.

He knew your love language was touch. You didn’t necessarily know what you were doing yet sometimes, it was clear as day. Frankie could turn to jelly if you stroked his arm the right way, Will blushes every time you brush his thigh and Benny practically moans when you run your hands down his chest.

Ever since his operation, Santiago hated having his neck touched, he never told anyone especially you. On that night it felt different and rather than flinching, he melted, he just didn’t let you in on that.

He crawls up to your hands, his black brief taut as his swelling bulge strains against the fabric.

The good thing about you is even as you moan and beg and protest, you let him do exactly what he wants to do. The leather was soft on your wrists as he tightened the strap with the teeniest amount of wiggle room. Dropping your hand, he took the other and put on the restraint. He attaches one side of the strap before looping it around the bed frame, hooking your wrists together.

Your reaction is like everyone else’s when they have their wrist tied to something, you jerk and the headboard shakes. He looks at you with low lids and a straight lip, you know he’s judging you, you pout.

He jumps off the bed and explores his bedroom. He knows he’s put it somewhere, it’s been a very long time since he’s used it. Pulling back the baseball bat next to a set of draws, the item he wanted falls out without making a sound. He plucks it from the floor and comes to the side of the bed, looming over you.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

The pole he holds is stick thin with a leather coil on the bottom, you swallow.

“Is that a riding crop?”

He hums, expression nonplus.

“You don’t need to use that,” you words are caught in a nervous giggle.

The leather runs along the line of your jaw until you tilt your chin up for him, breath hitching.

“Oh, honey, I really do.”

Your heart is already pounding, mouth parting as you look at him with doe eyes, your playing innocent.

Removing the end of the crop from your chin, he brings it down to the side and pokes at your hip until you roll over. The restraints pull a little, not in a painful way, they just have more bite and you kind of like that.

“Remember the safety word?”

“Yes, Santi,” you’re quick to reply.

How could you forget?

The safety word was birthed from the pair of you watching a spy film. You giggled to yourself when a stereotypical rooting, tooting cowboy spy brought out a lasso. When he asked what you found so funny, you said how you thought the actor playing him had an uncanny resemblance to Frankie.

He smiled to himself, that connection would probably make a word easier to remember.

Whiskey, you hadn’t said it yet.

“Good girl.”

You closed your eyes and patiently waited for him to start.

There were two factors in this game you were going to find annoying, one, you didn’t know what he was searching for and two, you weren’t looking at him. It’s why Santiago deemed it the right form of punishment.

The moment the crop touched your arm, you flinched.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

You thought the exact opposite as he ran the tip over your shoulders and back up the other arms. Your breathing was already shaky, hands balling into fists as you braced for impact but it never came. He followed the outline of your body, dropping from your arm, the crop travelled down your waist, your leg before teasing your wet pussy.

You shudder, you always do.

Continuing back down your other leg and up the side of your body, he returns his attention back to your left arm. The crop brushes up and down and across, ensuring he makes contact with every piece of skin. You give him nothing so he tries the other arm unsuccessfully.

The sensation of it along your back makes you tingle, the goosebumps prickling to the surface. Whatever he’s doing, it’s doing things that you can’t complain about. Your muscles relax, hands unfurling and a pleasured sigh falls out of your lips. He watches your body drop as you rest into the mattress.

The sting follows after the whipping crack.

“Ow,” your head snaps round like an owl’s. “What was that for?”

He’s smirking, “Just making sure you’re still with me.”

“Dick,” you turn away from him.

Your quiet tone doesn’t stop him from hearing it.

He hits the other ass cheek.

You squeak, body rigid before the riding crop comes back softly and you slump. The stings are replaced with heat, the type that comes when your skin becomes red and swollen, it’s strangely soothing in it’s own way.

Like most people, you squirm when the tip traces the soles of your feet when he moves onto your right leg, nothing happens.

Something is different with the left.

As he swipes over the outside nothing really happens but as he moves towards the inside, he catches it out of the corner of his eye. Three quarters of the way up your thigh, there’s a spasm, a tiny ripple of the muscle as the leather goes over. It’s not enough for you to notice, he notices, his eyebrows quirking. He brushes it again and is given the same reaction.

He carries on as if nothing has happened, he stows that nugget of information for later.

You realise when he’s stopped.

“Turn over.”

You follow his order.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

“No,” he said. “That’s why I need to do the front.”

Your eyes narrowed, he was too chill for something that wasn’t going his way.

Santiago started as he had previously, outlining your body before drawing up and down your arms, your fingers twitching as he forces your palms open. He swoops over your shoulders and up your neck which you stretch as he inspects.

It was so much hotter facing this way.

You watch him under hooded lids, eyelashes fluttering when his intense stare becomes too much, a curl on his lips an indication of his power. Your chest rises and falls with great exaggeration as the crop moves over your collar bones. He circles your breasts, your nipples growing as the leather licks them. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you muffle a cry.

Raising the crop, he brings it down on you little than before. You hum, back arching as the satisfaction rolls through you.

“Harder?”

“Please.”

He snaps the object in his hand and watches you wriggle.

He’s kind enough to give you a few more before giving the other a lashing. Glancing down, you saw your breast flaming a florescent pink and you could imagine the markings on your ass.

Continuing, he trails the crop over your stomach and you hold onto your breath as it slips closer to your pussy. He fans the flames that are underneath the skin, the desire that pools between your thighs, he won’t act upon it, not yet anyway.

He goes for the right leg first, travelling from the tips of your toes to the crease where you meet your pelvis. On the inside, he purposefully flicks towards your folds, smirking as your pussy clenches.

You notice how he slows his movements on your left leg.

His eyes grow hungry, dark as he gets closer to the spot from earlier, he meets your face and your cheeks flush. Your body sinks back, your hands pulling against the restraints as if your desperate to cover yourself.

And there it was, that little spasm.

He pretends not to notice until it happens again.

The leather hovers above the twitch, “There.”

Your brows knot, “What?”

Pushing the tip into the plump of your thigh, you attempt to draw back, legs snapping shut. He grabs your knee and shoves them apart, pining your right one down with his own. You hear the riding crop slip through the air, the light snap as it hits the spot, the sting. The tears pricked in the corner of your eyes.

Then you feel his fingertips.

They’re so gentle in comparison, alleviating the pain.

“Your weak spot.”

He throws the riding crop to the floor.

Climbing onto the mattress, he takes hold of your ankles and pulls you down the bed, spreading your legs wide enough to allow him to fit in between. The restraints sink into your wrists, the pins and needles going through your digits.

“No, please, don’t.”

Your eyes are wide, glossy but you still won’t say the word.

“Honey,” he says in a hushed tone. “You don’t even know what I’m going to do yet.”

You swallow thickly.

He leans to your left knee and presses three kisses up your leg before pressing a fourth on your so called weak spot. His palm stroking the other side relieves your tension, your body softening, sinking into the sheets. He licks your wound and kisses it over and over again until you release your bated breath.

When the timings right, he grazes you with his teeth. You shiver, eyelids falling shut as a sigh leaves your lips.

He soothes the spot one more time before taking a proper bite.

It’s weighted, not sharp enough to pierce the skin but enough to leave a bruise, he makes sure of that. He’s happy to not hear yelling at him to stop instead he feels the rock as your hips curve your back, the extended groan.

“Fuck, Santi.”

He growls, sending vibrations through to your pussy.

You choke, your hands instinctively wanting to reach for his hair. The headboard quakes with the force of your motion. He removes his mouth sloppily and he smiles as you grumble at your loss and the restraints.

“Do you want your reward?”

You stop, looking at him with a wide smile on your face.

He settles between your thighs, glimpsing at you from your mound, his hot breath teasing your pussy.

You whine.

“I never said I’d let you go.”

—

Santiago drew circles over your blemished skin, admiring his work.

“Is it going to hurt?”

“No,” he shook his head, searching for your eyes in the darkness.

He loved how enthusiastic, how obedient you were but to inflict real damage? A part of him couldn’t do that to you. It’s a reason why he doesn’t degrade you, call you his fuck toy because you were more than that.

“I’m just making sure you know.”

You’re his, you’re theirs.

You hum, “So you’re not going to say it?”

The corner of his lips curled as he stared up at the ceiling, moving his hand away as he lay on his back. You shuffle closer to him and he lifts an arm to let you in, your palm warm against his chest as your fingers dance along his collarbone.

“Love you, Santi.”

He turns his head and presses his lips to the crown of your head. Your fingers coil around his neck yet he doesn’t stop you.

You touch just the right spot and he melts.

[mastermindmiko]

The Malfoy Sister (Part 6) the final part

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 6136 (get yourself a cup of tea cause this one's gonna be a long one)

Summary: The events of your relationship up until the end of the war, and a bit after.

Trigger warnings: fighting, death, kissing, battle

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Requests are open

Apologizing to madame Pomfrey was the first thing you and Harry did back together as a couple. She looked traumatized and you were both guilty and embarrassed. She promised not to tell anyone, but she also vowed not to let both of you in the hospital wing at the same time together anymore, unless both of you are bleeding. She had informed you that you have been studying too hard and waking up late which caused you to miss meals. Which is the reason why you were unconscious for three days. You also had a minor concussion from falling to the ground with shock after seeing your brother. You kept glaring at Harry the entire time. He kissed you and apologized. You said he would still get his punishment.

You had spent the next few days soley hanging out with Harry in the room of requirement, which had turned into an apartment for some reason. Harry suggested that it’s telling them to get married and live together while wiggling his eyebrows. You punched him in the shoulder while flushing at the thought. It had a muggle apartement. You knew that because there were so many objects that you didn’t know, and that Harry had to explain to you; like a fridge, and TV.

You stayed there all throughout the day, you didn’t even go out of the room, except when you visited Draco. He went out of the hospital wing this morning. You had the fridge so you had food and water. You also had everything else you could need. You slept there with Harry every night with your bodies intertwined. You were laying there right now. You looped your leg through his and you shifted on top of his chest as you tried to put your face in the crook of his neck. “What were you up to?” You asked him.

Your breath tickled his neck and he chuckled. “Nothing much, just sulking mostly. I’ve helpling Dumbledore with stuff, I haven’t been successful really.” He pulled you closer to him by your waist. Since he got you back, he’s been doing anything not to lose you again. It felt to him that if you were far away from him, your heart would be far away from him too. He didn’t know how wrong he was. You pressed a kiss to his neck and he shuddered. You laughed slightly and you replied, “Maybe you just have to try it in a different way. Try looking at it through a different perspective. Maybe use something personal to them as black mailing.”

You kept pressing soft kisses on his neck. You avoided the exact place where his sweet spot was because you weren’t in the mood for sex right now. “How very Slytherin of you?” You buried your head into his neck and you inhaled his scent. It brought you a sense of comfort you missed the past months. “Just try it.” You said then added, “Maybe even use that liquid luck of yours.”

You could feel the heat rush up to his neck when he cleared his throat and said, “I was saving it for something else.” you felt his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt. He was nervous. You lifted your head to look at his face and he was looking at you with a soft smile. Your expression matched his and he pressed a kiss on your lips. The quality of it wasn’t that good because of him smiling like an idiot for a reason you did not know and you smiling back because of his goofy smile. “What are you saving it for?”

He started stuttering and tumbling over his words. His cheeks were getting more red by the second. He’s so cute, you thought. You bit your lip to try to contain the huge idiotic smile that would’ve graced your face. He saw your expression and he stopped talking. He pulled away the hand that was over your waist but tightened the one under it. He leaned backwards slightly and since you had your leg wrapped around his, you leaned as well. You saw him fumble with the drawer of the night stand and he took out a small box. Your breath got caught in your throat.

“I don’t have the liquid luck and I was going to do this in the astronomy tower because you like stars-” He cut himself off as he noticed the beginning of one of his rambles. “I wanted to give this to you.” He opened the box and your mouth went open, you heard Harry chuckle but you didn’t pay mind to it as you looked at the ring. It was rose gold and at the top it had a circle. Inside the circle there was a purple diamond and it was perfectly in the center of the circle. “It’s not a wedding ring cause I know you wouldn’t want to get married at sixteen but uh-um I just it’s a promise ring and um- It’s a promise that I’ll be with you forever, and as soon as Voldemort is in his grave I’ll marry you.”

He took the ring out of the box and he put it on your right hand. You chuckled slightly and you whispered, “Wrong hand, Harry.” He laughed at his own obliviousness and he put it on your left hand on your ring finger. “You didn’t need liquid luck or anything.” You laughed and he kissed you softly. He hugged you tightly and you resumed back to your original position. Your head was on his chest this time, you could faintly hear his heart beat clearly and it was very quick. “You were that nervous for me, huh?”

He rolled his eyes but his cheeks went red again. He kissed the top of your head and he said “I didn’t want to mess this up, I love you.” You replied with the same words of affection and you held it up in front of you both. “It’s really pretty.” You said as you tilted your hand to the side.

“I’m glad you like it. I wanted to get you something, considering that I have this.” He put his own hand text to yours and you saw the ring you gave him. When they were next to each other, you realized something, “They kind of match.” You said and Harry replied, “They more than kind of match, Look on the inside of the diamond.” You took it off and you looked on the underside of the diamond and you saw his initials engraved in it along with the words “I love you.” Just like he had on his ring. “It’s perfect.” You whispered and you kissed him.

“Draco won’t be happy about this.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

***

Draco was in fact very mad. You both had a shared room, you and Draco. Your parents didn’t want you to share rooms with other people. They bribed Filch and talked to Snape about it, so you both had this room since first year. People didn’t ask you why, but now when they did, you said it was because you were both excellent prefects. No one believed you two, but they couldn’t say that; so they acted satisfied with the answer.

You took him there and you made sure to put a silencing charm on the door. You knew he was going to shout, but what you weren’t sure of is that he’d run out of the room in search of Harry. He was seated in the Great Hall with Weasley and Granger. His face brightened when he saw you, but his expression went dark when he saw Draco’s furious face. You motioned for him to run but he kept looking at you blankly. That stupid pride of his. Didn’t he know that he just put Draco in the hospital wing and now he is giving promise rings to his sister? Draco is definitely not in the mood to play. Draco took out his wand and started marching towards Harry. Harry took out his own wand and it reminded you of the duel from second year.

They started shouting spells and it led them out into the corridors where they kept running after each other throwing spells. Professor McGonnigal tried to get them to stop, but she couldn’t. She asked for Professor Dumbledore’s help, but he couldn’t care less. In fact, he was highly amused by the situation. They both started getting gashes on their bodies, while still continuing the fight. You were honestly fed up by both their childish behavior, so like Dumbledore you were amused by the situation. Theo gave you some popcorn and you started walking behind them. Mcgonnagal let you, but she kept all the students in the Great Hall. The last thing she needed is one of Harry or Draco’s spells misfiring and heading towards a first year.

Once they were away enough from the Great Hall, they started shouting at each other knowing that no one who shouldn’t hear them would. There shouts mostly consisted of ‘you murderer’ and a reply ‘says the wannabe death eater’. It was really enjoyable, watching it from afar. Unknowingly they headed towards the hospital wing where madame Pomfrey heard the commotion and out to see what all the noise was about. She also tried to get them to stop, but once again they wouldn’t. So an Idea popped into her head.

“Mr. Potter! If you don’t stop this instant, I will tell Mr. Malfoy about your encounter with Ms. Malfoy in the hospital wing.” He hesitated, but he didn’t stop. In his head, Draco was already firing curses at him, finding out that his sister was cockwarming him wouldn’t make much of a difference. “In the bed right next to him.” She added and Harry stopped firing spells. He was still angry. You quickly shoot an expelliarmus at Draco to make sure that he doesn’t curse Harry with a full body-binding curse to beat him up.

Professor McGonagall gave both of them detention. Recalling the forbidden forest from their first year, she thought that a worse punishment would be letting them sit down and talk about their feelings to tidy up this mess. They will also clean up all the damage they made across the hallways. You would only be there when they are going to be sorting out their feelings.

After a lot of screaming and cursing they had come to an almost agreement. You will both date in secret for your safety and he’d only be allowed to marry you if Voldemort was defeated. You knew this was hard for Draco considering the mark on his arm. You made them both swear not to kill, or maim, or chock, or cut, or punch, or kick each other. You also told them that they weren’t allowed to cut each other’s cocks off. They had begrudgingly agreed.

***

All had been well, you had been more in love with Harry and he felt the same. You almost never spent a moment apart. Even in classes, you would both just stare at each other. You wondered how no one else discovered your secret yet. It is painfully obvious how much you and Harry love each other. The people who knew however could not be more sick of it. You both agreed that they were mad because of how single they are.

It was way after curfew, you were walking around doing your rounds, when you were stopped by Harry. You gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. “It worked, the thing with Dumbledore.” You smiled and you said, “Congratulations, that’s great!”

“I’m leaving and I don’t know if I’ll come back.” Your smile faded and you asked, “Not come back as in, I’ll see you next year or not come back as in I’ll never see you.” You started to tighten your grip on him and he looked at you with saddened eyes. “It could be either one.” You started to shake your head and you said, “No, no, no. You won’t go.”

“I have to go-” He grabbed your hands and tried to meet your gaze, but you were looking at the floor. “No you don’t. You helped enough. You’re just a kid, Harry, you shouldn’t be saving anyone. Certainly not the world. Let Dumbledore do it. He’s already a thousand and something, and he defeated Grindelwald-” He held your hands more tightly, and he said, “This is not up for negotiation, I’m going. The prophecy said-”

“The prophecy that’s made by Trelawny! Do you believe yourself right now?” you screamed at him and he hugged you closer not even caring about your shouts. He smoothed his hand over your head and he kept whispering ‘I love you.’ You couldn’t hear what he was saying, you were too busy trying to convince him not to go. “I promised you that I’ll be with you forever-” He pulled away and took your left hand. He placed it on his heart and he said, “I intend to keep that promise.”

He kissed your hand and then your head, then he was off. In hindsight, the exit he gave was much too dramatic for what you saw. He came back in only a few hours and you were waiting in the astronomy tower. It was the Malfoy place for comfort. He and Dumbledore appareted in the tower and as soon as you saw him you punched him in the face. You then saw the scratches that he had all over his body and you immediately started tending to them with simple healing charms. You and Draco were raised by Lucious Malfoy, of course you had injuries all the time. You had to know how to tend to them because like hell was your father going to help you.

Dumbledore told Harry to go wait and not interfere under any circumstances and he told you to leave. Like hell you’re leaving without Harry. Harry told you to go and you called him an idiot. He told you again and you called him an even bigger idiot. He begged and pleaded for you to go, but you stood your ground. He asked you again and his eyes started to tear up. You called him dramatic, but you accepted.

You waited outside the tower out on the courtyard. A few minutes later, you heard the shrill laugh of your aunt and a shiver ran down your spine. You saw Dumbledore falling to the ground and you heard screams. You looked around and you realised that the death eaters were at Hogwarts. You also realized that it must’ve been your brother’s doing. You ran up to the tower and Draco’s had immediately caught your’s. Alecto Carrow was near you both and she apparated you both back to the manor.

You stayed behind that year, seventh year. You were going to be trained to be a perfect pureblood wife for Theo. In all the ways this situation could have turned out, you were grateful that you were marrying Theo and not Flint. Those were your two options when you were born. Bellatrix taught you some curses and your mother taught you how to dine like a lady. You wouldn’t go to school until your engagement was set in place. Draco went to school, but only for a short while. He had better things to do than waste his time learning when he could be helping the Dark Lord. You and Draco slept together. No one knew this of course. You couldn’t sleep without the comfort of your brother and neither could he.

Sometime during Easter, you were both called downstairs by the new house elf. You didn’t like him so you never learned his name, you were sad that Dobby was no longer your house elf so you never bothered with any of the others. You went downstairs and you saw Weasley and Granger. Your eyes widened and your aunt asked, “Is this boy Harry Potter?”

It was Harry, it definitely was Harry. Draco asked why he looked like that and you didn’t care to hear the answer. You asked for the name that was given to them. “Dudley”, they said. Harry’s cousin, only he was stupid enough to use that name. It’s definitely Harry. “I can’t be sure.” You said. Bellatrix hooked her hand into your hair and yanked you closer to his face. “You were with him in school for six years! Focus!” She screamed into your ear, and you cringed slightly.

Your face was closer to his and it smelled like Harry too. His scent was mixed with dirt, but it was still him. You looked down to his hand and there was your ring still on his finger. If there was any doubt in your mind before, there wasn’t any now. That was Harry Potter. You saw his eyes trail down to your hand, and you could see his eyes sadden. You weren’t wearing his ring. His eyes went to your other hand and they widened. You had your engagement ring. His eyes were now cold.

That was Harry Potter.

“It’s not him.” You said confidently. Bellatrix took her hand off your head and he pushed you to the side. You stumbled but you couldn’t care less. Harry just needed to pull off one of his stunts and to get out of there. Your father raised his hands towards you and he motioned for Theo. “Nott, come get your wife back upstairs.” No one even bothered to call you anything else other than Mrs. Nott. You weren’t married yet. The ring was still on your right hand.

He took your hand and he led you upstairs to your room. He locked the door. He pressed a kiss to your head and he said, “I’ll go back down and I’ll tell you what happens to him, alright?” You nodded and you smiled at him gratefully. “You’re very foolish, you know.” He laughed fondly at you and he added, “I didn’t know you loved him enough to put your life out on the line for him. Lying to Bellatrix. You might as well be a lion!”

He went downstairs and you didn’t see Harry until May. All the students were in the Great Hall as per Mcgonagall’s orders. You were there along with your Slytherin house mates and Theo was right beside you. Harry was there and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and he kissed you passionately. There were gasps, and you couldn’t care less. “I could die tonight.” He whispered and you chuckled, “Yeah, so could all of us.”

“Are you still attracted to me?” He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” You replied and he asked again, but not before giving you a peck on the lips, “When I had my face all weird and you knew it was me, did you stop being attracted to me?”

“I would punch you right now, but you’re probably going to get hurt enough tonight. That’s the first thing you ask me! It’s honestly incredible how you do it.” You chuckled and he hugged you tightly. He was saying goodbye because it might be. You didn’t know how many goodbyes you could take. “Win this thing for me, alright? I don’t think I could stand another goodbye.”

Suddenly Voldemort’s voice rang through the halls and Harry grabbed your hand tightly. When he was done, half of Slytherin house was out to get Harry. McGonagall told them to leave with the small children through Hogshead. No more Slytherins were left, except you. “You should leave.” Harry told you.

“Like Hell, I’m leaving.” You said, “I don’t know where Draco is and this could very much be the last time I see you, so no. I won’t go.” He shook his head and he held your hands tighter. No matter how much begging he does, you won’t leave. “I can’t fight with you in danger. I won’t focus-”

“Then get your straight on! I’m not leaving.” He opened his mouth to argue with you but you gave him a stern look. He pecked your lips and said, “Don’t die.”

“Only if you do the same.” You said. The next part of the battle was a blur of so many things. The first thing you did was help evacuate the younger students and the Slytherins with Madame Pomfrey and Filch. “Nigel, Colin, Romilda. You need to leave, you’re all underage.” They shook their heads and you said, “For goodness sake Nigel at least you leave, you’re thirteen.”

They were the most stubborn Gryffindors you’ve ever met and you’ve spent too much time with Harry Potter. “You’re all sure about this.” You said and they nodded their heads too eagerly, saying that they were in Dumbledore’s Army. You finally caved and you said, “Fine, but stay with older students. Colin, I’m taking your brother, okay? He’ll be safe. If you need to go back home, tell me and I’ll take you.” They nodded their heads and you assigned an older Ravenclaw to each of them.

Once madam Pomfrey told you that all the students were evacuated. You went in search of your brother, you searched the entire castle to no avail. You saw Lupin and who you assumed was your cousin of some sort standing on guard. Dolohov was just about to shoot a spell on Lupin when you shot Stupefy because of the high distance he fell from the ledge and he went tumbling to the ground. They both looked at you astounded. “You have to be more careful next time.” You scolded them. Lupin looked at you and said, “you’re Y/n Malfoy.” He exaggerated your name, and you didn’t have time to lecture people so you said, “No Shit.”

You turned to the girl and you said, “Are we related in some way?” You motioned your pointer finger between the both of you. She nodded and said, “My mum is Andromeda Black.” You nodded and you tilted your head to the side, “The blood traitor?” You saw her lift your wand and you realised your mistake. “Sorry old habits die hard. My mother is Narcissa.” She nodded and you remembered that there is still so much to do, “Well don’t die cousin.”

She’s interesting, you thought. You decided to get to know her when this is over and hopefully over the way you want it to. You decided that Draco must be outside. You searched everywhere you could think of inside and you couldn’t find me. Your thoughts filled with the worst but you didn’t let that stop you. You were just walking outside into the courtyard. When you heard laughing. You snapped your head to the obnoxious annoying person who would be laughing in the middle of a battle. Weasleys. You rolled your eyes and then you started to walk when you heard the sound of rubble. A wall was falling on top of one of the Weasley twins so you simply lifted it up with a stupid first year spell. Both the Weasleys looked at you gratefully, but you just rolled your eyes. You marched towards them and you poked your finger into Percy Weasley’s chest. “You honestly are a pathetic dumbo. You could’ve saved him with a bloody first year spell.”

You turned to the Weasley twin and you said, “What the fuck are you doing laughing in the middle of a battle?!” You scolded them both then you marched away still in search of Draco. “What is up with everyone being careless it’s a fucking battle. You’d think people would actually care more.” You muttered to yourself.

A while later you were back in the castle. You helped people along the way and you still couldn’t find Draco. For a moment there was silence and you assumed the war was over whether for good or for bad. You heard Voldemort laugh and your heart sank. “HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!” He shouted. You screamed loudly. Your agony filled with the strength of your magic amplified the sound. You fell to your knees. You didn’t know how long it took, how long you were crying, but for a second you heard some cheering. You thought it would be the death eaters, but you specifically heard Seamus Finnigan’s loud cheers. You knew them because of how loud he screams during Quidditch matches.

You heard more noise and spells being fired. There was still hope. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you assumed that everyone was still fighting even without Harry. You started to run across the castle trying to reach the place where you heard the sound. You cursed multiple times for not passing the apparition test. When you reached there, everyone was silent. You couldn’t see anyone, so you went to the Great Hall to see the casualties.

There was your Aunt’s body and you did a tiny cheer inside your body. Your eyes carefully skimmed the Hall, you were scared of what you could find. “Y/n…” You heard Harry’s voice. You turned around quicker than lightning, and your breath got caught in your throat. You didn’t even get the chance to see him, he had his arms around you already. You stayed that until Harry pulled away from you and he opened his mouth. You were pulled from the back into a very tight hug. You could barely lift your face to see who it was that was hugging you. “Y/n dear. Fred told me what happened. I can’t be more grateful. Why don’t you come to the burrow sometime? hm”

You lifted your head enough to see a ginger woman. Judging by the size of her breasts that you were squished into and her voice you assumed it’s Mrs. Weasley. “I hope it doesn’t matter that I killed your aunt.” You pulled away from her with an unreadable expression. “You killed my aunt?” You asked her, and she looked slightly nervous. You quickly wrapped your arms around her tightly. You mumbled, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, dear.” She replied and when you left to talk to Harry, she whispered to Ron, “Quite a weird girl that one.” You hooked your hand through Harry’s and you said, “I thought you died.”

“I did.” He replied and you looked at him questioningly. You pressed your ear to his chest and surely enough you heard his heart beating. He chuckled slightly and said, “I’ll tell you the story later. For now…” He started to get down on one knee, but you quickly lifted him up. You hit his shoulder roughly, and you said, “You’re not fucking proposing to me surrounded by dead bodies.”

He rolled his eyes and then dragged you outside into a weird looking bridge that was almost completely away from Hogwarts. He let go of your hand and he put both of his arms spread wide in the air, “Happy?” He asked you sarcastically and you smiled, “Very.” He started to go back on one knee and you lifted him up again. “Did you ask Draco?” He rolled his eyes and said, “Yes I did.” You let go of his hand and you took a step backwards. He was once again about to go on one knee when you pulled him back up. “Did you ask my parents because you at least have to ask one parent?” He was completely frustrated now and he replied, “Yes, I asked your mother.” You nodded and said, “Okay propose now. I won’t interrupt. I promise.”

“I suppose you expect a big speech coming from me, but I uh I was too busy hiding in a forest to think of anything grand. So uh-” You started to open your mouth and he lifted his hand into the air. “Let me propose to you, Merlin!” You chuckled slightly and you motioned for him to continue. “I have no speech prepared but all I can say is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I love you. So will you marry me Y/n Malfoy?” You nodded with tears in your eyes and he hugged you tightly.

He took the ring out of the box and he saw another ring in place of the one he was going to give you. He angrily took that one off your hand and he threw it in the water. You looked at him with your mouth open and he placed the ring onto your right hand. He quickly pushed his lips onto yours and you pressed your lips back together to kiss him properly. After a few seconds you pushed him away slightly, “Did you go ring shopping in the middle of a battle while snatchers were after you?”

***

Harry did in fact go ring shopping. He told you he was subtle, you doubted that. The casualties of the war made everyone want to move on even quicker. Not everyone did, so many people were lost like Tonks, both of them. The one that hurt you the most was Colin. He shouldn’t have even been there, he should’ve been evacuated with the rest of the underage students, but you let him stay. Now he’s dead. You couldn’t even tell Dennis. You’re still getting over the guilt.

Harry told you that he wasn’t mad at Draco for being a death eater. He wasn’t mad at you either for not telling him. He told you that he would’ve done the same if your life was on the line, you asked him what he meant. He told you that the reason why Draco went on with the death eater stuff was that if he didn’t Voldemort would’ve killed you and your mother. You went to the manor immediately to see Draco even though you had seen him that morning. You hugged him tightly and you called him the best brother you could ever have. Harry also watched the scene considering that you once again failed your apparition test. Before you entered the manor, Harry said, “In our house, I’ll make sure to hook up a floo network to here.”

He didn’t notice what he said, but you did. “Our house?” You questioned, and you saw his movements to the door falter. His face flushed and he said, “well, yeah. You know we’re engaged and stuff so it’s only fair that we also get our own house. If you want to of course, if you don’t-”

You placed a kiss on his lips and you could feel him literally melt against you. “Whipped.” You whispered. “Only for you.” He replied and he leaned back down to kiss you when the door opened. “So you came to my door step to snog in front of the door.” Your arms flung around your brother and he was once again surprised. You wondered how many hugs it would take to make him used to it. You were also conscious that being with Harry made you a lot more mushy than you were. “Thank you for protecting me even though you didn’t have to.”

Draco’s eyes went to Harry and Harry tapped his forearm with his wand. Draco nodded his head in understanding and he hugged you back. “Anything for you little sis.” He whispered and you hit his back. He groaned loudly on the impact. “Just because I’m shorter than you doesn’t mean that I’m younger. In fact Mother told me that I was 2.6738 seconds older than you.”

Harry watched you argue with Draco with a fond look on his face. You memorized the decimals in a second to prove that you are older than your brother. A smile graced his face and his eyes went to your hand where an engagement ring sat on your hand. He couldn’t believe that this was real, that you were real. You’d think that after getting engaged to someone they’d stop being completely head over heels in love with them and start getting used to the fact that they do in fact exist. Harry felt like he could faint every time he kissed your lips. He would still have that childish look on his face every time you entered a room. He always opened the door for you and he still got nervous whenever complimenting you as if he had some sort of secret crush on you, he wanted to hide. There was no way that Harry James Potter would stop loving Y/n Narcissa Malfoy, unless he was no longer himself.

You headed inside and Harry followed. Your father was once again back in Azkaban and your mother was back here with Draco. You occasionally stayed at the manor, but you were staying with Harry most of the time at Grimmauld Place 12. He needed a place to get his head sorted out and he thought it was the perfect place. The place wasn’t perfect without you, so he invited you to stay there with him. You didn’t know this but Harry had revisited the magazine he got from Mrs. Weasley to find a home for you two.

Your mother was waiting in the sitting room and you greeted her kindly. Draco and Harry followed. Draco sat on one of the arm chairs and you sat beside Harry on one of the couches. You intertwined your hand with Harry and you rested them on his knee. “Is that a ring on your finger?” Your mother asked and Harry looked at you accusingly. You looked at Draco and you said, “I thought you told her.”

He shrugged his shoulders and drank from his cup. You could see a smirk behind his face. He tried to get you in trouble whenever he could and you did the same. You were still siblings after all. “I’m sorry, Mother. I thought Draco would tell you. I’m engaged to Harry.” She nodded with a smile and then her head turned to Harry. “I thought I told you to tell me as soon as you proposed.”

“I thought y/n was going to tell you.” He said with a sheepish smile on his face. His other hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “How did he ask you for your blessing?” You asked the question to both Draco and your mother then you directed the question to Draco, “and how did you say yes?”

“I was hanging above fire. I couldn’t say no.” Draco said, with an emotionless expression. You turned your head to Harry with your mouth opened and he was even more embarrassed and shy now. “You threatened my brother!” You said. Your voice was between a shout and a scream. “No, I simply asked him while he was hanging and I was on a broom able to help him. It’s a complete coincidence.”

“I’m talking to you about this when we get back.” You told him and it was your mother’s turn to speak. “And how did he ask me? Oh yes. He was lying on the floor supposedly dead, and I asked him if both of you were okay and he said, ‘I’ll tell you where your kids are if you let me marry y/n’ He was very charming about it, so I agreed. I also saved him from the Dark Lord.”

Your mouth was agape and Draco tried to keep him laughs in. “I was desperate.” He said, trying to defend himself. “I didn’t notice. The times are all coincidences.” He said and he looked towards you with a smile that could be interpreted as guilty, shy, or embarrassed; but mostly desperate. “You need to work on your timing boy.” Your mother said.

a/n: omg, it's done. I originally wrote this fic all in one go, all of the parts in one sitting, it was a boring day, if you couldn't tell. I can't believe it took me this long to post all of the parts. I hope you guys liked it, and if you forgot, I have a draco fic with the same arc as this one (ish) with Draco dating Harry's sister. I still haven't posted it yet, but if you want it quickly go vote for it in the poll I made. It's the one with the 'too many' parts

[milfswriter]

So i heard you want alma peregrine requests -well ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!

fem!reader doing ALL alma's work for her so she can get a day/s off. pls mommy bird NEEDS it.

Prompt, fluff; “i want to spend the day with you doing nothing.”

Alma is my baby. I'll never not write for her, reading the books hurt me so bad cause her brothers are fucking dicks :(

Day Off

Alma Peregrine x Telekinetic!reader

Summary: Alma is taking the day off, according to you.

Notes and warnings: this takes place before jake comes into the loop.

You woke up unnaturally early that day, stretching your arms before seeing Alma sleeping soundly next to you. She looked so exhausted as you watched her face contort as a result of whatever dream she was having.

You sneaked out of bed, quickly did your morning routine, and went downstairs to start breakfast. You took out the pans and the cutting board and used your powers to make the scrambled eggs and cut the salad while you set up the table.

You saw a book flying in the air, approaching the living room, and sighed. "Millard, Clothes. now!" you ordered and saw the book fall.

"Miss Y/n? Why are you up so early? this is my reading hour" he asked, you couldn't see where he was at this point.

You told him about giving Alma a break and that he should wake the others now for breakfast. He gave you a hum and you heard his footsteps as he walked away.

In turn, you followed him after making sure everything was set up and went to your and Alma's shared bedroom. You approached her slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder to gently wake her up.

The Ymbrine stirred before opening her eyes to see you smiling down at her. "Hm?..did I sleep too long? are the children okay?" you nodded.

"Everyone is okay, it's actually pretty early. I made breakfast" She raised a skeptical eyebrow at you before getting out of bed and checking her pocket watch.

You let her get dressed before going back downstairs to see the children sitting at the dining table sleepily.

"What's this about?" Enoch asked grumpily and you turned to face him with a questioning look.

"It's earlier than usual..what happened?" You shrugged, "nothing happened. Miss Peregrine needs the day off..I want each and every one of you to behave yourself today. And Enoch, if I see you in Victor's room again, I won't be answerable for my actions"

You felt soft hands on your waist with a tutting voice. "Threatening the children now, are we?" Your wife husked in your ear with a chuckle.

"more like warning them" you pulled out her chair for her and let her before sitting next to her and eating.

After they all finished eating, you asked Emma and Bronwyn to clean up and took Alma's hand before she went to the kitchen.

"No work for you today, Birdie" you crossed your arms as you sat her on the big couch, levitating her favorite book to her and lighting up her pipe.

She raised a brow. "Darling? what's up with you today? you woke us up early and now I can't do anything?"

You hummed in agreement. "Even ymbrines need some time off, no?" she was going to fight you off but decided that you were right.

She took your hand in hers, kissing it softly in gratitude. "I want to spend the day with you doing nothing. Which I know you'll be struggling to do but try not to worry about anything until reset" she gave in and nodded, knowing nothing will change your mind when it comes to her rest.

You laid next to her with your head in her lap, her fingers running through your hair as you looked up at her with a smile as she read her book.

Later, you were called to the garden by Millard to referee while they played and help the children with their daily work. Getting the ball from the tree every time Hugh kicks it too hard.

Little did you know, Alma was watching you from the window with a smile as you tackled Hugh playfully for cheating with his bees. "

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[simplesoup]

Friends don’t know the way you taste

Eijirou kirishima/blood riot x GN y/n

kidnapping it’s sad I think idk? Wrote if to read on my podcast enjoy simps lol

Red Riot a name that brings back sweet memories butterflies the fill your stomach and threaten to leave if you blink to fast

the red spiked hair and sharp toothed grin those red velvet eyes that look nothing but innocent

he’s sweet gentle just with a rough exterior and a good personality

who could ask for a better friend?….

wake up….

WAKE UP!

you sit up looking around in a panic tears almost filling your eyes…. Why… why had the world been so cruel you could only dream about your best friend god you missed him the two of you did everything together well until…

that day…

A day that made you wish you had been stronger more ‘manly’ you should have been there for him! Caught that damn building sure you would have been crushed just like him but at least you wouldn’t be here crying and masking your pain

everyday was like a reminder of what you had lost seeing the people hugging holding hands and laughing genuinely made your blood boil

Ejijrou’s death had broken you and the hero commission had done nothing to heal your wounds

they probably wouldn’t have even given you the time off if you hadn’t made such a huge fuss about it

how could you not? You watched your best friend die! Get crushed by that building you spent hours kicking rocks throwing rubble trying desperately to find his body

you held out hope… hope he was still alive…hope not even the others had…

A sob broke you from your trance reaching to your face you wiped tears from your eyes and sighed getting changed into you hero costume

you wanted to get away from this life… flee from this sick society we’re your only famous if your dead or number one…. What a joke…

who were you? A nobody… a hero who lost a friend and can’t get over them self

you brushed out your H/L hair and looked in the mirror wiping the newly formed tears away and getting yourself ready trying to appear as if you hadn’t been crying as if you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep every night since the incident….

How long had it been? How long has it been since you’ve had a good nights rest without tears? You couldn’t remember… everything felt like a blur. It felt like just yesterday that whole incident had happened.

You wish it would stop playing on loop the world would just go silent and you could finally rest easy.

you walked out of your apartment and into the night of the city heading towards the place you called heavens corner of hell… aka the alleys

Ever since that day you stopped doing day shifts, you didn’t want to be in the public eye no more avoiding people seemed like a great idea.

you walked down the dimly lit alleys it was boring but when wasn’t it boring? It’s not like you actually did anything…. You didn’t care.. you weren’t gonna step in stop a villain… no why should you? The heroes didn’t do their job and safe kiri so why should you do yours?

The dirt and cement was the only sound you heard every time you took a step it was a rythum one that you had grown more then accustomed too.

the chilly night air caused you to shiver as you turned into a new alley not quite prepared for what you had stumbled into

the newest and most dangerous villain on the list Blood Riot

you stopped in your tracks looking at him but before you could back away tucking yourself back into the safety of the dark alleys he noticed you showing off a sharp toothy grin you knew all to well

“E-Ejijrou?…” the world felt like it was spinning were you finally going crazy? Is this what death feels like?…. It all suddenly went black

‘If this is really the end…. Then show me to the door take me and let me fly…. I don’t wanna be here anymore…’

when had the world stopped making sense?….

I woke up gasping for air looking around in a panic this wasn’t my bed… that’s when my eyes landed on him “Kiri…” I started crying immediately

He walked closer to me! He was real! He’s alive!

“Y/N…. Your a mess baby… but it’s gonna be alright your safe..”

safe?.. what’s he talking about what’s happening am I dreaming… no if this is another dream it’s truly sick and twisted

“B-Baby..? Ejijrou your alive!- I god I’m so glad you’re ok!- I’ve bee-..” he cut me off

“No no there’s no need to speak darling daddy’s here and I promise no one will ever EVER even breathe on you~”

what the hell is happening!? This isn’t kiri!? Why is he talking like that saying that!? We… we were just friends right…. Best friends nothing more

“W-what are you saying…” you muttered you voice just barely above a whisper

“I love you and your mine Y/n never gonna let you go again…”

“What?… no Red!- we’re just friends!-…”

without missing a beat he walked closer chucking like a maniac “Oh pebble~ friends don’t know the way you taste~” with that he roughly brought you into a kiss one that soon turned sloppy

“You taste so sweet baby~”

[lunar-years]

Tell us about the Time Loop lad?

the full note for it in my Notes app is "time loop but its going from established rjk to Jamie traveling back to s2 roykeeley at their peak relationship, reliving man city over and over" which I vaguely remember dreaming up and then dismissing soon after as being too depressing even for me lol.

The full idea I think was that Jamie gets sent back to a bit earlier in the s2 timeline and tries to get Roy and Keeley to remember that like, in the "real" current timeline they're all together and happy!! But Roy and Keeley don't remember anything and Roy is still in his #1 Jamie Hater era, so Roy gets pissed that Jamie is talking to Keeley again and accuses him of trying to get back together with her, which makes roy hate jamie even more, etc. Still, Jamie is trying to slowly win them over when Man City approaches. Jamie in the current day has come a long way in terms of healing and distancing himself from his father, so he's like fuck this i don't need this and tells security before the game that if his dad tries to come into the locker room he's not allowed. So the confrontation never happens, but then neither does Roy comforting him of course, and nothing changes, and then Jamie wakes up and he's back to where he started in s2.

Repeat cycle, and Jamie has to keep reliving man city in different ways whilst trying to find a way to both stop his dad from abusing him at wembley AND get roykeeley to believe him about the time loop and help him. Nothing seems to work. For example, one time he tries not giving his dad tickets at all, and then Bug and Denbo come and beat him up so badly he can't play at all. He wakes up in the hospital and Roy and Keeley are there, but Jamie's so out of it on drugs he can't stay awake long enough to talk to them, and by the time he wakes up--bam he's back to the start again. Another time he has a heart to heart with Sam and gets Sam to believe him about the time loop, and he's feeling so good about at least winning his friend back that he forgets about his dad until he's in the locker room, only this time Sam steps in first and shields then hugs Jamie, so he again never has that moment with Roy.

Eventually this culminates in Jamie deciding Roy never would have warmed up to him if he hadn't witnessed Jamie being abused and then "felt so sorry for him" that he took him home afterwards. Like, he gets in his head that Roy pitying him is the only way to get Roy to eventually love him (obviously this isn't actually true, but it's very heartbreaking in jamie's head for a bit). anyway, there's lots of angst and jamie has to decide whether it's worth letting his dad mock him exactly how he did in canon, even though every instinct inside him is screaming at him to prevent that from happening again, if there's a chance it will jolt him back to the present. Because nothing else he does seems to get Roy to CARE. and then he has to reckon with why he even wants that relationship back when he thinks it's just built off his trauma.

I have about a 95% chance of never writing this tbh because 1) the wonky timeline/time travel/time loop combo is too wonky for my pea brain to keep track of 2) i have zero clue how this would end??? 3) truly idk what i was on when I thought this one up because??? damn. that's depressing as shit.

but anyway there you have it!

[bi-bard]

Making a Home on a Foundation of Sand - Hannibal Lecter Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Making a Home on a Foundation of Sand

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter X Reader

Word Count: 1,138 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, manipulation, GRAPHIC violence (choking), death

Summary: How does one survive when the man that they thought they loved turns out to be more monster than man?

Author's Note: Don't mind the dramatic as fuck summary.

THIS IS PART TWO TO THIS IMAGINE

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I learned quickly that with Hannibal, soft touches could scare me more than being grabbed hard enough to leave bruises.

At least when the rough moments happened, I could see the anger and rage so clearly. Nothing to hide the monster.

When he was sweet, I thought that I saw parts of the man that I knew before all of this. But through the cracks, the monster was still there. Waiting. And it broke my heart.

I missed not seeing the monster.

Every morning became the same thing.

I would wake up to find the other side of the bed empty. I would pull myself out of bed before walking into the main room. He would usually be cooking or setting the table.

He would grin at me, grab my arm, press a kiss to my head, and tell me to eat.

It made me feel silly every time I flinched in response to his touch.

How could I fear someone being so gentle?

Hannibal did that a lot.

Through any sense of darkness and fear, there was this... respect. He was holding me hostage but acted like he truly cared about my boundaries. He never did anything without my permission beyond what I had been comfortable with before he brought me to Florence.

Another kind of sweetness that made me feel silly for being scared.

I thought it was going to be a constant loop for as long as I was stuck there. Waking up, eating breakfast with Hannibal, spending most of my day alone, eating dinner with Hannibal when he returned home, and then lying next to him and letting him hold me like nothing about our situation was wrong.

The only interruption to that cycle occurred when Hannibal told me that he was inviting a "colleague" over for dinner.

I didn't think much of it.

I played kind and happy.

I didn't want this man to be a consequence of my actions. If anyone had to deal with Hannibal, it needed to be me.

Hannibal had gone to finish preparing dinner. I was standing near the table as the guest looked around the room. I was holding a drink in my hand, but I hadn't taken a sip of it.

"Dr. Fell has very interesting lectures," he explained. "How many times do you have to listen to him practice them?"

I chuckled. "Rarely ever. It's almost like they're instinctual. As rehearsed as they appear."

"Instinctual," he repeated. That one word made a wave of uneasiness cover the room. "Dr. Fell and I had an interesting conversation about instincts as well. What are the odds of that?"

"I would like to think that it's not all that surprising," I shrugged. "Instincts are a common conversation. We all crave a reason for our actions or the actions of others. A conversation about instincts is as natural as a conversation about closure."

The guest didn't answer. He simply set his drink on a small table next to him before starting to walk over.

I forced a grin, setting my drink down and going to take a few steps back.

"Our conversation was different," he continued.

"Oh?"

"We discussed giving into instincts that could be seen as distasteful."

I took a deep breath, taking a few more steps back.

"He encouraged me to entertain such instincts."

I felt like I was going to be sick.

"I do find that my instincts tend to be more murderous than most."

That was all the confirmation I needed. "Hannibal-"

I tried to turn and run only to have my arm grabbed. I was yanked back toward the guest. My feet came out from under me as he did. His arm wrapped around my throat and his other hand covered my mouth to keep me from yelling.

I was kicking and scratching. All of it powered by pure panic.

It wasn't until I saw Hannibal walk in that my thoughts seemed to align. I managed to pull my head back enough to bite the guest's hand. He yelled, letting go of me. I dropped to the ground as Hannibal stormed to the guest.

My back hit the doorway between rooms as I tried to push myself away from the scene. I couldn't get my breathing back. All I could do was try to breathe while watching Hannibal strangle the guest.

The guest was on the ground on his stomach. Hannibal dragged him up, choking him just as the guest had tried to choke me.

Any sound was drowned out by the ringing in my ears.

The man slowly stopped moving.

The first sound to cut through the ringing was a distinctive snap.

I tried to stop myself from shaking when Hannibal stood up straight again. He slowly turned to look at me over his shoulder. I felt my stomach drop as he turned to face me completely.

He walked over slowly.

It was like he was testing me. Daring me to make a run for it. There it was: the monster on full display. He wanted to see if I would try to escape now that his true nature was shown to me with no filter over it. I didn't. I knew very well that if I did, he would catch me. I didn't want to think about what would happen if he did. I would rather be certain that I was going to survive.

He held out his hand once he was standing in front of me.

I slowly reached out and grabbed his hand, letting him pull me off the ground.

His other hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. His thumb ran along the skin gently, wiping away tears that I hadn't even processed were falling.

"Can you see now that all I am doing is protecting you," he asked softly. "It's safer for you to stay with me."

I don't know if my mind had turned foggy because of the attack itself or because of how he spoke to me. Hannibal had always been entrancing, but this felt like magic. Like it was true control over my thoughts.

Regardless of what had caused it, I found myself nodding with little thought.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine.

For the first time since arriving in Europe, I kissed him back. It was slow and almost lazy. He was gently guiding me.

I found myself feeling disappointed as he pulled away from me.

"We need to get you cleaned up," he mumbled, stepping back.

He kept my hand in his as he guided me through the apartment.

I knew that I wasn't physically dirty. Hannibal knew that too.

But I found myself following him anyways.

Because I trusted him. He was keeping me safe like he always had.

That's all he was doing.

Protecting me.

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Robb thinking his husband is cheating

Lady Margaery and Olenna of House Tyrell arrive in Kings Landing on a beautiful summer afternoon, and every ounce of assurance of your marriage Robb had shriveled when he noted how familiar you and Lady Margaery were. Viserys finds him glaring daggers from a balcony overlooking the courtyard; the bastard laughs when he notes how tightly Robb grips the railing as you and Margaery exchange pleasantries over tea. 

“My, my, this look of jealousy is quite attractive on you,” Viserys comments, Robb sneers at the man. “Calm yourself; I’m not foolish enough to attempt and take you a few feet from my brother.” He ran his hand around the base of his neck, “He’d have my head for that.”

“Good, then you should stop bothering me.”

Viserys mock pouted, “I only came to see how you felt knowing your husband’s ex-lover was in town.”

“Ex-lover?”

The bastard gasps mockingly, “Don’t you know, before you, hundreds if not thousands lined the streets,” he remarks, gazing up dreamily as if remembering, “Cersei Lannister and Margarey were high contenders, constantly vying for my brother’s hand.” Viserys glanced down, you looped your arm in hers, and you both laughed as you waltzed away, “But I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Robb spends hours after spiraling, watching your interactions with Lady Tyrell; his mind plays scenario after scenario incessantly, as Viserys’ mockery does the same. His panic draws your attention, but he ignores you when you speak and shrugs off your affection. He wanders the halls, hands shaking as he fiddles with his wedding band at every waking moment.

Viserys enjoys his turmoil. “If you’re that upset, then why not find your own comfort in another?” Robb cusses him out, storming off before he does anything irrational, wandering the halls aimlessly until he stumbles across Lady Olenna enjoying her wine. He turns to leave but is beckoned by her.

“Come on; I don’t have all day.” A handmaiden pours him his own cup, and he downs half of it without hesitation, “Do you know of Old Valyrian customs, Lord Stark?”

“What?”

“In Old Valyria, love was a bloody conquest; dedication was shown by impaling your lover’s enemies for all to see,” she replies, nursing her drink. “It was said that their bloodlust made them dangerous and volatile creatures to love.”

Robb blinks slowly, mind swimming to understand what he’s been told; she stands, “Walk with me.” The terrace edge overlooks Traitor’s Walk on one side, “Do you recognize any of the people there?”

At first, he doesn’t, but then he does - the head at the center is covered in blood, bruising around its face, and a jagged haphazard cut from ear to ear - he recognizes it as Lord Stuar, who’d taken to tormenting Robb alongside Viserys months back. Lord Stuar, who’d been declared missing soon after, “How….”

“Your husband,” Lady Olenna supplies, “He’s been filling Margaery in on his bloody conquests; she enjoys the details, as do I, I suppose.”

“What are you trying to say, Lady Olenna?” He asks.

“Don’t you understand?” she turns to him now, “Your husband, like all Valyrians, is a dangerous and volatile creature, willing to spill blood for you without so much as a thought. Believe me when I say, he wasn’t quite this,” she searches for the word, pursing her lip, “murderous for my granddaughter.” She parts from him with words of wisdom, “Use it to your advantage.”

His mind is buzzing from both the wine and the knowledge now bestowed upon him; your chambers are empty, and he’s thankful, needing the space and time to sort through his thoughts. He dozes off and wakes to the sound of light murmuring, your at the door, back to him; the conversation ends, and then the door is closed again. Robb doesn’t face you when he stands, unsure of how to broach anything; he instead focuses on shedding his heavier clothing, unbuckling his belt when your arms draw around him.

“I’ve been told you doubt my loyalty,” you whisper by his ear, hands settling on his, “Why is that?” He mumbles a half-hearted response, and you hmm, “Silly wolf,” you kiss his temple, turning him to face you, “I’d rather burn in dragon’s fire than break our vows.”

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what to expect (when you’re expecting) (ccg universe)

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When you became pregnant, you promised yourself that you were never going to become one of those women that just sat around and waited, becoming a couch potato or prepping the nest or whatever it’s called to just hang out in the apartment all day. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, it’s just not who you are. While you enjoy a good home day like the next person, you’ve always been pretty active—especially when it’s come to your job. Opportunities don’t just stumble upon people, you’ve learned that, so being pregnant is not going to stop you from living out goals you’ve made for yourself. Maybe that sounds harsh to some people but there’s nothing that says women can’t have it all—a family, a career, a doting relationship. There’s no reason you have to choose.

Austin’s been very supportive in that sense, since day one, since your relationship began to form on the set of Elvis. It’s been a few years now, which is kinda hard to imagine, but that bond of love and unwavering support hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s grown and adapted. You know how lucky you are every day that you have a boyfriend who encourages you and your career in every way as he nurtures his own, but things definitely begin to slow down during your second trimester. You suppose that’s not bad, one of the great things about being a script writer is that you don’t have to be on set of a film every single day (you just want to be).

You trust the people you work with, you’ve had the pleasure of developing a film with them in the past and they’re always open with communication and keeping you in the loop. It’s just…by missing days? You feel like something is slipping through your fingers, even though you know that doesn’t quite make sense. It’s a difficult balance you’re still struggling with—becoming a mother and having a career.

But you’re determined to do both.

Sighing softly in the early hours of the morning, you run your fingers through Austin’s hair, playing with a few gentle curls near his forehead. This has become quite the routine since you became pregnant, waking up together, slow moving, Austin shifting in bed until he’s pressed against you—head sometimes directly on your stomach. You smile a little, tracing a circle along his hairline with your thumb.

“She’s as big as a grapefruit today.”

Austin hums, tipping his head just slightly so that he can see your face, “She’s a girl today?”

You smile, shrugging your one shoulder, “Feels like a girl to me most days.”

“I don’t think I can take two of you troublemakers, bein’ outnumbered and all that.”

There’s an amused eyeroll before you gently tug on some of his hair, “Girls are supposed to be troublemakers.”

Austin chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to your stomach before sitting up. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He moves to sit on the bed, drawing back one of the curtains behind the nightstand to let a bit more light in. Your eyes dance over his face, how easily handsome he is, even upon first waking up…which shouldn’t be fair at all.

He looks back over at you, a soft smile on his face as one of his hands moves to push your hair behind your shoulder. You know what he’s going to say before it even comes out of his mouth, “I gotta get goin’.”

While Austin doesn’t have a current film that he’s working on, he’s been having weekly meetings with his agent, planning out something bigger down the pipeline. You’re ninety percent sure it’s some sort of TV series but he’s keeping it pretty under wraps, even from you, until some things are set in place. You don’t mind the suspense, you’ve always been a big fan of surprises. You just hope it’s…nothing too hectic with a baby on the way.

You know Austin, trust him to make decisions that not only account for his own future but also take you into consideration as well and the life you’re building together. He’s not going to be taking trips that put him in other countries for months at a time. It’s not going to be easy, mapping out how it all works—a family, a baby, two blooming careers. But that’s the point, right? To figure it out together?

He cups the side of your head and leans forward to press a series of kisses to your face—your forehead, the bridge of your nose and finally your lips. “Take it easy today, alright?���

You huff out a bit dramatically but nod, watching as Austin’s other hand slides over the small swell of your belly. As he stands from the bed, you watch him wander over towards the bathroom to take a shower. Yawning, you run a hand over your face and turn to gather some pillows closer to you, pressing your face into the one that smells like Austin’s cologne and fall back asleep.

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A buzzing noise wakes you up and as you turn, disoriented, you bring your hand down on your nightstand to make it stop. It’s then you realize it’s your phone—squinting at the screen, it’s Ronald, a guy you worked with on your last film that transferred to your new one. He’s really nice, thoughtful, tends to lights and sound on set (Austin insists the guy has a crush on you, but that feels a little silly). Regardless, you let the ringing go to voicemail.

He doesn’t leave a message but he does send a few texts shortly after,

Ronald: you wanted me to tell you if and when there was drama on set? Ronald: think Marissa is close to quitting

A soft groan leaves your lips, running a hand over your face. You don’t even need to text back to know what Ronald is talking about. You knew it was going to be an issue to hire exes as the leads in your movie but your casting director assured you there wouldn’t be any problems and that their chemistry on screen was worthwhile when it came to drama.

Doesn’t seem like it’s paying off. At all.

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Despite not wanting to go anywhere today, you pull on a yellow sundress that’s easy to move in and drive to set. You’re hoping you can offer a little assistance to the producer and director, who don’t exactly have the most comforting way of speaking to people. They’re wonderful and patient when it comes to the craft of movie making but…this needs to be handled with a little more finesse. Sometimes the drama of actors is more than something other people are willing to put up with.

You’ve learned that you get a hell of a lot more with honey than you do vinegar.

Pulling into the lot and using your badge to bypass security, you park your car and slowly pull yourself out. You skipped breakfast, which you already know is a bad look but…you figure you can grab something from the food tent before heading back home. Or maybe even visit the bistro down the street from your apartment to get one of those extra-large cinnamon rolls you love. Checking your phone, your thumb hovers over the text message thread with Austin…debating whether you should just send a quick text to check in.

You already know he’s not going to be thrilled that you’ve made your way to set when he’s told you to take it easy but…this is totally going to be a quick visit, here and back, just a few words of confidence and comfort to your actors and then heading back home. Not worth the worry and aggravation of letting him know you’re even out of bed.

You’re not about to make statements about how you’re saving the film, either, even though you spend about a half n hour talking down your female lead so she doesn’t abandon the project altogether. There’s drama between her and her ex (meaning there’s tension…in your opinion sexual tension, but) and she just needed someone to hear her out. To understand what she’s going through.

She’s grateful for the venting session and you talk to your male lead as well to hopefully get everything on the same page. Everyone could do with a dosage of taking a deep breath so that not each conversation is reactionary and listening.

Crisis averted, right?

Moving towards the food tent, you pause by the coffee cart and smile a little as past experiences and memories come flushing back—sometimes it’s hard to believe that’s how the bulk of your career actually started. You wonder if you’d be in the same place you are today if you hadn’t managed a coffee cart on the set of Elvis…you suppose a lot of things happen for a reason.

Feeling slightly dizzy, you reach for a cup to fill up with water, turning when you see Ronald approach to your right. He gives you a small smile,

“Pretty sure that would have gone nuclear without you.”  

A soft laugh leaves your lips, “You’re just lying so I still feel like I have a spot on this set,” You shake your head, knowing deep down that no one can take that away from you given that you’ve written the script but… You have to admit you feel a bit disconnected given the space you’ve taken with your pregnancy.

“Well, you look great.” He adds, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“Now I know you’re lying,” You smile, running a hand through your hair.

While you appreciate the sentiment, you’re definitely not feeling your best. That wave of dizziness isn’t dissipating like you’d hoped and when you reach for one of the chocolate chip muffins that are on the table next to the coffee cart, you nearly stumble from leaning forward too far.

“Whoa,” Ronald says quickly, reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”

You’re about to wave off his concern and assure him that you’re fine, just the spins or something from moving too fast? Or maybe that whole skipping breakfast thing. But then you realize how wobbly your legs feel and there’s a cold sweat on the back of your neck—something doesn’t feel right.

“I don’t know.” You mumble and Ronald grabs a chair for you to sit in before you can fall down.

It doesn’t stop you from dropping your cup, however, as your vision swarms black.

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There’s a soft series of beeping that you hear before you even open your eyes, your forehead crinkling in confusion because it sounds nothing like the alarm you have on your phone. Lifting your hand to your face, a wild headache appears, throbbing along your temples when you manage to pry your eyes open.

You’re disoriented, attempting to figure out what’s going on, where you are, why everything feels so foggy and sluggish.

“There you are.”

Frowning, you move your hand and your vision focuses on…Ronald and the background opens up to inform you that you’re in the hospital. Your stomach dips—oh no. Everything comes rushing back, being on set and feeling dizzy and faint.

“Please don’t tell me an ambulance came to get me.” Your voice cracks, throat dry.

Ronald winces, “Uh…alright, I won’t tell you.”

A groan, your head tipping back against the pillows. Great—sure that was amazing for the film set. Odds are it’s going to be plastered all over the internet and social media thanks to paps who like to hang around the perimeter for any breadcrumbs of things to report. Bringing your hand up to your head again, your massage your temples and realize you’re hooked up to a few monitors, an IV.

Then, suddenly— “Austin.” You state, like it might be the most important thought you can state. You have no idea what’s going on or…if you’re okay and the baby—your heartrate skyrockets on the monitor, the beeping becoming more insistent.

“It’s okay,” Ronald tries to comfort, but that’s not what you need right now. You want Austin. “The hospital called him, he should be here soon. I didn’t want to leave you with no one.”

And you appreciate that? But it does nothing to quell your overpowering nerves. Tipping your head back, you attempt to breathe slowly, you know that being worried isn’t going to help anything right now—for you or your baby. Your gaze draws towards the door to the room opening, Austin coming in looking more frazzled than you were aware he was capable of. He always approaches things with such confidence, a cool demeanor, a willingness to problem solve…he’s definitely overwhelmed, worried. You feel instantly guilty for causing it.

“Hey,” He says quickly, eyes darting over to Ronald and causing a momentary pause because he didn’t know he was in here.

“I uh,” Ronald stutters over his words, standing from the chair he was sitting on, “I didn’t want her to be alone.”

There’s this muscle working in Austin’s jaw and before he can say anything, you interrupt, “I went to set to prevent a crisis.” Your hand reaching for his when he comes over to the side of the bed.

He gives you a once over, squeezing your hand, “What happened?” Ronald begins to fill in the blanks before you can answer the question and Austin definitely doesn’t like that, “I’m talkin’ to my girlfriend.”

You wince, your other hand traveling over your stomach, “Austin,” You chide gently and to Ronald’s credit, he doesn’t appear to be insulted—your boyfriend is clearly rattled. “I just—I got dizzy, fainted I think. Ronald helped get me here.”

Austin takes in a breath, mostly through his nose, seemingly trying to calm himself down so he doesn’t snap at Ronald anymore. You can understand how worried he is, to get that call in the middle of lunch with his agent, to rush all the way here with no information about what’s going on or how you were.

“Thanks for lookin’ out for her.”

Ronald gives a small smile before nodding, offering a small wave in your direction before he makes his way towards the door, “Don’t even sweat it. I’ll see you.”

As Ronald leaves, your OBGYN, Rachelle, makes her way in. She doesn’t look overly concerned, giving a small smile in your and Austin’s direction as she writes some things down on her patient chart. So…that’s not terrible, right? That’s a good sign?

“Okay, how we feelin’ Y/N?”

Straightening up in bed, the only question on your mind flies from your lips, “Is the baby okay?”

Rachelle draws her hand up and down, signaling for you to take a deep breath, which…you kinda do, it’s difficult. “Your baby’s fine.” She smiles a bit, her eyes passing between Austin and you. “I’m more concerned about you right now.”

Austin seems to visibly relax, moving his hand that was holding yours to stretch across your shoulders, rubbing gently as he goes. It definitely helps with tension in your muscles—you’re really doing your best to try and relax. While today definitely wasn’t ideal? The point is that your baby is fine and you’re fine too, despite the slight dizziness and now nausea that are lingering.

You refocus yourself, moving back to Rachelle’s original question, “I’m alright, I think. I’m…feeling a little off.”

She hums, moving closer to the bed to hook the chart on the end of it. “That’ll happen with low blood sugar.”

A soft blush kisses your cheeks out of embarrassment than anything else—you got so wrapped up in heading to the set that you didn’t eat and…turns out it was too late to reverse it once you tried. You gotta remember that you’ve got more than just yourself to worry about now.

“I can appreciate that both of you have busy schedules, but Y/N, you gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself. You’re into your second trimester and it’s only going to get busier from here. I know you’ve cut back on work but you also have to remember that stress is not your friend.”

You nod softly, glancing down at the bedsheets to play with the fabric between your fingers. You know that she’s not chastising you and that today was probably a bit out of the ordinary when it comes to stress, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re here. You’ve done more than enough reading on how stress is bad not only for you—in making pregnancy symptoms worse, but also for the baby, extreme conditions ending in things like premature labor.

You shake those thoughts right out of your head.

“We’re gonna keep you for a few more hours, just on a monitor but then send you on home, okay?” She clasps her hands together, “With this additional ultrasound we took when you first got here, we also know the sex of your baby.” She smiles, “Did you want to know or be surprised? I can go get the envelope.”

You glance up at Austin, who gives you a small smile. He then nods, “I think I’d like to know before the reveal party that Ashley is undoubtedly going to insist she host.”

You laugh a little and nod, Rachelle smirking before she turns to head out the door and grab the envelope that’s probably in your patient file. Running a hand over your face, you pinch the bridge of your nose and feel Austin sit down on the bed next to you, the silence of the room settling over your shoulders. This is the last place you thought you’d be ending up in today when you woke up this morning.

There’s guilt, of course, but also like…this weird bout of shame that licks at raw nerve endings, like you should have known better than to go to set in the first place. You try to rationalize with yourself, the perfect storm of not eating breakfast mixed with stress but at the same time—

“I’m sorry,” You say suddenly, pulling your hands away from your face. Emotion sits heavily in your throat, hard to swallow over.

“Shh,” Austin shakes his head, “Hey, it’s okay.” He inches closer on the bed, smoothing his hand through your hair and resting his palm on your shoulder. “You’re okay.”

You quickly wipe away the big, fat tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Your emotions are kicking into high-gear given hormones and the way this day has gone when it started out so perfectly. Sniffling, you let out a soft, aggravated sigh as Austin cups your cheek and wipes some tears away,

“I never meant to worry you like that, I’m sure it was—” You shake your head.

Austin nods slowly, chewing on his lower lip, “You definitely had me worried but…you and the baby are fine, that’s all that matters.” He tips your chin with his thumb, making sure your gaze meets his. “Okay?”

You nod softly, closing your eyes as he leans forward to plant a long kiss to your forehead. You want to say a handful of other things about how he doesn’t have to stay here once the envelope comes back, that you can hang out and probably eat horrible hospital food as you sit on the monitor for a few hours. That he can try to salvage more of his lunch date with his agent. But you already know the answer, can even hear it in Austin’s voice—he’s not gonna go anywhere.

When Rachelle comes in with the envelope, you can’t help but take a nervous breath in even though there’s nothing to be anxious about. No matter what you’re having? You’re going to be happy, grateful, excited, terrified, everything in-between. She hands you the paper and you squeeze it between your fingers as you look over at Austin, wanting to somehow open it yourself and have him read it first all at the same time.

Pulling the envelope flap aside, you quickly pull the paper out and close your eyes, almost like you might lose your nerve otherwise. One, two, three—and then it’s over.

A laugh leaves your lips and you can’t stop the smile from pulling on your lips, “A girl,” You show him the paper, “We’re having a girl.”

And Austin looks touched, his eyes a little brighter blue than they were before, licking his lips and nodding before a warm laugh empties from his chest. “A girl,” He repeats before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

Grinning, you press your face into his shoulder and neck, squeezing onto him so tight—like a lifeline. You breathe him in, stomach fluttering, fingers gathering up the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself in this moment. You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy in your life.

“Knew I was gonna have a set of troublemakers on my hands.” Austin teases as he cups your face, leaning down to kiss you.

You giggle a little against his lips but you’re not about to disagree with that.

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Calendar Girl - June

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

June

Nightmares plagued him.

Played non-stop in his head, like a macabre movie that presented the highlights of his worst fears, biggest mistakes, and deepest regrets. Sarah. Tess. Ellie. Their faces were featured all too frequently in an endless loop of horror and heartbreak. Most nights, he’d wake up in a cold sweat and shake it off.

On the nights he couldn’t? A copious amount of booze usually did the trick.

But then, the dreams of you – once a blissful respite – had also morphed into night terrors.

You – tortured or dead at the hands of a QZ guard, bandits, or Fireflies. You – beaten and raped by Wesley. You – bloodied, broken, and lifeless in his arms. In his nightmares, Joel failed to protect you, and the pervasive helplessness paralyzed him until he’d wake himself up screaming, often with Ellie at his bedside, looking as terrified as he felt.

Then, he started sleepwalking.

He’d come to one night in the foyer – propped up against the front door fully dressed, with no recollection of having gotten out of bed. Another night, Joel had woken up outside Ellie’s room, stood like a sentry just beyond the threshold. When he returned to consciousness on your back porch, with a stolen gun from the armory across his lap, he knew he’d fucked up. The idea that he’d jeopardized your safety, that he could’ve hurt you, Ellie, or some innocent bystander – that had kept him out of bed entirely.  

Just past sunrise, on day three of no sleep. He’d been at the barn for a few hours already when his little brother decided to pester him.

“You’re wound tighter than an eight-day clock,” Tommy observed, head tilted curiously. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Joel grunted and kept on shoveling the shit pile in front of him, “M’fine.”

Tommy lifted his hat and ran a hand through his hair, “You sure? Haven’t seen you at mess in a couple weeks. Hank says you’ve been doin’ double-duty here, and I found out this morning you’ve signed up for night patrols?”

“Just makin’ myself useful,” he insisted.

“Look, Joel, I’m not trying to mother hen you,” Tommy replied as he shuffled his feet. “But you look like shit. And you don’t need more work – in fact, I think you need a break.”

Joel jerked his chin up, “You ain’t my keeper, Tommy. And you sure as hell ain’t the one to tell me what I do or don’t need. So, just mind your fuckin’ business, alright?”

Tommy snapped. He snapped back. They both shouted about forbidden topics and things best left unsaid. Harsh words turned into flying fists that attracted a crowd of onlookers. Joel had been running on fumes, but still managed to put his little brother flat on his ass more than once. Tommy – younger and a bit less sleep deprived – had always been a scrapper, and popped back up on his feet each time like a damn clown bop bag.

Joel reared his fist back, “Self-righteous-dickhead!”

Tommy ducked, “Stubborn-fuckin’-asshole!”

Blood flowed from Joel’s mouth and nose, and his knuckles screamed in protest with every hit that connected. A cut above Tommy’s eye trickled down his cheek, and even his sloppiest swings managed to land and hurt like hell. The number of spectators grew and got louder – as if the fight was for their entertainment and not something to be concerned about.

It ended when someone broke through the throng and sprayed them with ice-cold water from the very same hose Joel had used to fill the troughs not ten minutes before the brawl had started. Ellie had doused them, and after he and Tommy were separated, Joel noticed she hadn’t arrived alone. You, a few other town leaders, and a very harried Maria, with a yowling toddler on her hip, had flanked her. After the mob had quieted down and been dispersed, an explanation was demanded of them.

Tommy shrugged and shook his head, “Just a disagreement.”

“Brothers fight sometimes,” Joel volunteered just as nonchalantly.

Maria scoffed and stomped away. The other leaders followed. Tommy trailed after them. Ellie seemed both bemused and mollified, and after she turned off the hose, she gave a thumbs-up and declared she was headed back to bed.

You – all bleary-eyed, in your raggedy pajamas and unlaced boots, sporting some serious bedhead. You hadn’t said anything – just rubbed your eyes and motioned for him to follow you, and he did without hesitation or backtalk. It wasn’t until Joel was hunched over your kitchen table, a glass of preferred numbing juice in hand, that you finally spoke.

“Eat,” you grumbled as you placed a plateful of food down in front of him. “All of it.”

Chicken sandwich. Homemade chips. Fresh apple. It had all gone down like sandpaper, but it filled his too-long empty stomach, and he supposed that was good enough. When he finished, you put the plate in the sink and jerked your thumb toward the stairs. Joel limped along, with you right behind him, and you herded him into the bathroom for a long overdue shower. He emerged ten minutes later – stench-and-blood free, with a towel cinched tight around his waist.  You muffled a yawn, pointed to a bedroom across the hall, and he knew by the state of the rumpled sheets that it was your bed he was being directed to get into.

You kicked off your boots. Closed the curtains. Shut the door. Climbed in and patted the space next to you, and if he’d been in any other state of mind, he would’ve balked. He also had plenty of reasons to be wary – his sour mood, the nightmares, his nakedness. You’d ensconced him in your home, and though he’d willingly and silently obeyed your every reasonable request, it somehow felt as if he’d been put in some sort of timeout.

Joel should’ve been insulted. Pissed off. But the room was quiet and dark, the pillows and blankets smelled like you, and when you tucked yourself up against his back and made him the little spoon, he just fucking caved and melted into the mattress.

“Don’t deserve you,” he slurred.

You kissed the nape of his neck, “Ya’ got that right.”

No chastisement. No questions. Just your soft voice and gentle touch. Joel closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he discovered he hadn’t moved an inch, and his stiff muscles indicated he’d gotten quite a bit of uninterrupted shuteye. He rolled onto his back and there you were – aglow in the lamplight and sat up against the headboard with your nose in a book.

“Time is it?” he rasped as he stretched.

You glanced up from the page, “Late.”

“Ellie?”

“At Maria and Tommy’s. She’ll stay with them while you stay here for a few days.”   

Joel acknowledged your answer with a squeeze of your knee. He had no doubt that you’d run interference for him with Tommy, Maria, and the other town leaders. He also bet you’d cajoled an undoubtedly disagreeable Ellie into staying at their place simply for his peace of mind. He wanted to thank you for everything, but you spoke up before he could.

“So, I hear you’ve been dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight?”

He chuckled lowly and stared at the ceiling, “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

You closed your book and placed your hand on his chest, “Look, I know you’re not one for talking about how you feel –”

“That’s for damn sure.”

“But short of tying you to the bed –”

“Ooo, kinky.”

You laughed and whacked him on the chest, “Seriously, Joel.”

He grunted. Threw an arm around your waist. You let out one of your infamous, long-suffering sighs and changed the subject. You asked him if he was hungry, and when Joel petulantly answered, “yeah,” you snorted, and offered to make him something.

He burrowed his face against your stomach, “Just wanna hold you.”

“Alright, ya’ big baby,” you muttered playfully.

You shifted, and Joel cracked an eye open to watch you place your book on the nightstand. Once you got comfortable, he rested his head on your chest, and soaked up the warmth of your touch as it moved along his head, neck, and shoulders. You both hummed at the exact, same time, and when you giggled, he grinned, and squeezed you tighter.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you whispered. “No pressure. No judgment.”

Joel nodded slightly, “I know.”

A stretch of contented silence. His uninjured hand, unable or unwilling to remain idle, moved all on its own. Delved beneath your shirt and cupped your breasts. Mapped your waist and hip. Spanned the plush flesh of your tummy. Roamed over the outside of your thigh. Strayed and squeezed and caressed aimlessly until you whimpered and breathed his name.

“Please,” you begged lowly. “Please, don’t stop this time.”

Joel propped himself up on his elbow and grasped your chin, “I won’t.”

He pressed his mouth to yours. Parted your lips with his own. Deepened the kiss and tugged your lower lip with his teeth. The threadbare elastic of your pajama pants was a godsend – it gave way easily to his impatience – and it wasn’t until he shoved them and your underwear past your knees that he slowed down and searched your eyes.

“Show me, sweetheart,” he murmured, mouth pressed tight to your ear. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

You let out a ragged breath. Guided his unworthy hand between your legs. Dipped his fingers into your arousal, and then, maneuvered them up to your clit. Soft and slow at first, and then, firm, until your hips moved in tandem. Joel was so fucking turned on by the sound of your pleasure that his cock dripped onto the sheet like a leaky faucet. You eventually directed his fingers down, and Joel watched as they disappeared inside of you.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as you rocked yourself against his hand. “I could come right now just lookin’ at you. God damn.”

You moaned. Kicked your pants away. Spread your thighs wider and took his fingers to the second knuckle. A steady, in-and-out glide, and Joel followed your lead – swiped his thumb over your clit and brushed his fingertips against the soft, spongy spot deep inside of you that made all those soft noises you’d expelled morph into telling cries.

Joel licked into your slack mouth, “Feel good?”

You nodded frantically, “M’gonna come.”

“Look at me, sweetheart. Show me your eyes.”

Half-mast and pupils blown – you looked at him beneath your lashes as you fluttered and clenched. Joel encouraged you as you reached your peak. Soothed you as you came down from the high. He’d always found you breathtaking, but post-orgasm? You stunned him, and he stared at you in wonder as he slipped his fingers from you and sucked them into his mouth.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he growled.

You cursed. Pushed him onto his back. The taste of you lingered on his tongue, and he felt so fucking alive as he watched you peel your shirt over your head and straddle his waist.

“I want you, Joel,” you insisted.   

Joel sat up and grasped the back of your neck, “You got me, sweetheart.”

You took him in hand. Guided him inside. Joel had fantasized endlessly about what it would be like to finally have you, just like this, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the reality of it.

His face, cradled in your hands. Your eyes, bright and focused on his. The roll-and-sway of your hips and the tight, wet clutch of your sex, and the way you twined your arms around him so possessively. You made love to him as if he weren’t some broken, old man, and that was it.

He was yours.

Next Chapter: June - Part 2

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heartsease | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you’re new to Hawkins and you’ve been having a rough time, you find a friendship and feeling blooming between you and your dealer eddie. (4.7k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort + angst (kind of a lot sorry), mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to friends to potential lovers, idiots in love!!!, negative thoughts/use of weed&alcohol tw!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! possible pt2 coming!

It was a distraction. 

Truth be told, you confuse it all, all the time. 

Days bleed into each other, and you can’t really recall when something did or did not happen. 

But it usually started in the same way. 

You’d wake up, and as soon as your eyes opened, you were stuck in a loop. You’d squeeze your eyes, and scratch them, begging for sleep to leave them, your face puffy on the mirror reflection, sun hitting your face since your blinds were still broken. You’d play with the end of the shirt you had felt asleep the night before while you’d walk to the bathroom, still half asleep, daze evident on the way your body stumbles in every step you take. 

You always try to clean after yourself the best you could, but the thing is, you always seem to miss the same spot near the couch, or beside the table. 

Might be for the constant reminders of how it all used to be, and how they all seemed to come back on the front of your mind in the early hours of your day, freezing you on the spot as it all replayed. Over and over again in your head. 

Music or the T.V could be playing in the background but it didn’t really matter, you’d remain there, standing up looking into nothing, with everything on your head. Killing time with anything, reading or scribbling down on your journal, going out for a walk or most recently, laying on the floor until sundown. Sure, you’d go to work every time they’d call you, every time they needed you to cover somebodies’ else's shift, or they were short staffed, you made a living, not a comfortable one, but a reasonable one. 

Usually, when nightfall came, you’d stumble out of your apartment, always stopping for a second to let your body rest against the door, taking a deep breath before stepping away, down the stairs. You always had to catch your breath when you saw how the sky looked as the sun went down, orange and pink tones invading it all, making you feel small and insignificant in comparison. 

You walk. Aimesley at first, not really paying attention to where you were going first, and embarrassed when you’d realise that once again you were down the same road, close to his house. The first few times you ended up there it had been awkward, a bit of small talk and that would be it, you’d go back to your couch as soon as you could, but lately, he had grown fond of you, he’d let you stay as long as you’d like. So it came as no surprise that he was already waiting for you, a smile on his face as he heard your steps up to his door, recognising the way you knock. Two taps followed by the sound of your nails playing with the door rhythmically, waiting for him to open the door. 

His smile always seemed to illuminate the room he was in, and it did as soon as he opened the door, his head tilting ever so slightly down to look at you, lips curved upwards as he saw you, looking up at him, your eyes turning from numbness to something he can’t quiet identify, as you purse your lips together. 

“Can I come in?” You ask, your voice soft and low. 

“Was already waiting for you.” He teases as he steps away from the door, gesturing you to come in. 

You look down as you cross the door, heading straight for the familiar couch. Looking around as you hear Eddie’s steps following you close. 

“How’d you know I’d come?” Your voice comes out smaller than you intended it to. 

“It's Wednesday, and I haven’t seen you since Sunday, I dunno,  lucky guess.” He stumbles through his words, not in a shy manner, Eddie was never shy with you. 

“Mmmh.” You let out as your eyes follow him to the couch, sitting down, leaving you plenty of space wherever you choose. 

You circle the little coffee table, choosing the little loveseat across him, your legs kicking up, resting them both up high, crossed, so they don’t touch the floor. 

“So, the usual?” He asks, with the same charming smile he always uses when you are around. 

“Yeah.” You let out, you hadn’t realized how tired you were until you were sitting down again, looking at him, lost in his presence. 

He stands up, walking down the little hallway to his room, the mystery that you have never seen, though everytime he opens the door, a strong smell comes out, like incense, maybe sandalwood, you’re not sure. You like looking at Eddie. Maybe it’s just the fact that you miss having company, that staying isolated for so long is messing with your head, and coming here makes you remember that there are still good people you can be with, or maybe it’s the fact that Eddie is good-looking. Maybe it's the way his curls bounce every time he takes a step, how his shirt russells against his belt, how he always emerges back from the room, with a half smile and shaking the bag where he keeps it, proud of himself. 

“There you go.” He says, as he hands it out to you, fingers relaxed, the bag filled with your escape ticket. You pressed your lips, as anxious as you were the first day, but this time it became a upside-down smile, he seemed pleased to see you smile finally. 

“Thanks Eddie.” You mutter, as you reach for it, gracing his skin for a second too long, warm and soft to the touch. You place it on the inside of your jacket fastly, as you take out the exact quantity you knew he was going to ask. 

“Thank you” He said as he grabbed the bills away from you, putting them away in his back pocket. As he starts to turn around so he can find his spot on the couch, he speaks again, avoiding eye contact as he does, darting around the room. “Y’know, you can smoke it here.” 

“I usually go down to the lake.” 

“Wayne’s not around, so the smell won’t bother him.” He tries to negotiate with you, that stupid grin that he had on his face made you nod, as you shrug your shoulders. 

“Okay.” 

You can tell how pleased he is with himself as he bites his lower lip with excitement. You shake your head in an attempt to hide a coy smile that your lips now had. Emptying your pockets, leaving everything you needed neatly on your thighs. Even if you don’t realise it, Eddie stares at every movement you do meticulously, memorizing how your fingers rotate the grinder not with pressure but with softness, everything about you seemed to be soft, how you placed the compressed weed into it, measuring how much you wanted, how your teeth bitted your lower lip as you concentrated. He started to roll his own too, the room still quiet, only hearing the movements that you made. Some paper rustling as you dumped the mixture of weed and tobacco on it, with a rolled up filter, you started to roll it up towards you, and as you licked the sticky part of the paper your eyes looked up, tongue touching the paper as you looked at him, pink cheeks as he stared, waiting for you to finish to do the exact same thing. You smile somehow embarrassed once you’re done, waiting for him to hand you the lighter. 

“Yours looks prettier than mine.” He says, lifting the one he made up, smirking at you. 

“Mmh, guess I’m better than you.” You tease a little, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He throws you his lighter, watching you closely as he awaits. You place the spliff on your lips, parted slightly, inhaling as soon as the fire sparks it up, once the warmth hits your tongue you smile slightly, letting the smoke out into the lighted part of the joint. “Thanks.” You whisper to him as you toss the Zippo back. 

“No problem.” He replays. Your eyes dart, from the spliff to him, as you see how his lips let out smoke slowly, almost as if he’s playing with it. 

You look at him for a bit, grateful that smoking makes you even more comfortable around him. 

“Y’know, it’s the polite thing to do, right?” He starts, out of nowhere. 

“What is?” 

“Letting you light it up first.” He starts, trying to explain himself, but you cut him off. 

“Only because it wasn’t matches.” You replay, he seems confused by that, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face, as if asking or saying, please, tell me more. “When someone smokes with you, and you’re the one that invites them to, you need to let them light it up first if you have a lighter, but, if you have matches on the other hand…” You pause for a moment, as you inhale again, keeping his attention. “It’s only polite that you light up first, so you inhale whatever toxic shit they have and your guest doesn’t.” You finish explaining, a gratified look on your face as you look back at him through the smoke. 

“Wow.” He mutters. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk that long” He teases, and he finally manages to make you laugh, and he doesn’t have to mention it, but it is the first time he hears you laugh, and it sounds angelic to him. “I knew about the lighter, but not about the matches.” 

“Well, the more you know I guess.” You joke, you were joking with him now, feeling like a pressure is being lifted as you sink down further into the loveseat. 

He doesn’t say anything else for a while. And neither do you. 

Your legs come up, your knees up to your chest, arm resting on top of them, and your head just kind of finds comfort on top of them, you're curled up, and you seem more comfortable than ever. He smiles down at you, softly, at the image of you smoking slowly, he hasn’t told you anything at all, but he enjoys you more than he knows he should. He’s lost on you, and the way that your hair falls away from your face. He likes the way your eyes seem to have closed down a bit more, the droopiness of the weed has made your eyelids feel heavier, and you let them fall more closed than before, making you look even more approachable than ever. 

“You doing okay over there?” He asks, a husky tone in his voice now, makes you blush unconsciously. 

“Myeah.” You mutter. “S’just, hitting now.” You let out, eyes fixated on the consuming end of the joint burning in between your fingers, playing with the smoke that comes out of it, moving it in short small circles. “So I usually put on music.” 

“I’ve got music.” He says as he stands up, you can’t help but laugh as a thought crosses your brain. 

“No screaming.” You demand, and you can hear how he chuckles, even if he’s standing with his back facing you, you can tell that he’s got a big smile on now. 

When you hear his steps coming back from his room you chuckle as he drops a tape into your lap, waiting for you to examine it. You look up at him for a second, hands on his hips as he awaits for you, nodding with his head as he purses his lips together, holding the spliff in between them. 

As you turn it around you see a little note on the back no screaming for eds in delicate lettering, you smile, but truth be told it becomes a sad smirk, as you realise that’s a woman's handwriting, and get confused at the jump that your heart seems to make as the realisation hits you. 

“The smiths?” You ask looking up at him. 

“Robin made it, for when they come and we have a…uh… in sort of night.” He tries to over explain himself, your head falls to your side as you look up at him. 

“Robin?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Like, your girlfriend?” You ask before realising why or what you’re asking, he laughs as he shakes his head. 

“No, no… Not even close, she uhh… Not her type.” He’s not only stumbling through his words, as he points at himself, but he chuckles as he explains it all to you, his tone has changed now, throatly as he hides a cough. “Besides, I think she is kinda like my best friend, more like uh…an annoying cousin.” 

“Oh, okay.” You feel yourself blushing, as a small relief invades you slowly. “You’ve got more annoying cousins?” You ask as you hand him the tape back, nodding as you do so. 

“Oh yeah.” You’re not sure how, but everytime he laughs something deep in you warms up to him even more. “There’s Nancy, uh she’s way too passionate over every single thing she deems unfair…” He begins to explain as he fumbles with the tape player. “She used to date this dude named Jonathan, but uh… He decided he was happier in California so… He broke things off.” He said, crouching down now, your eyes can’t help but travel down for a moment, as his jeans seem to hug his waist better now. “Pitty, I liked Jonathan. But yeah, and then there’s Steve.” He adds, as he hits play, standing up quickly. 

Back to the old house, starts to fill the room. 

“Steve?” 

“Yeah, he’s this really… well, he looks like your typical jock but… honestly he’s not mean, or stupid or anything like that, he’s… nice.” He chuckles as he plops down on the couch. 

“You seem to have a good friend group.” Even if you don’t intend to come across as jealous, your toneless voice doesn’t help you. 

“Yeah, well, I’ve also got the Party, y’know, my D&D group.” He adds, happy, he sounds happy to talk about his friends, and his stupid smile doesn’t help you from copying the way his lips curve upwards. 

“So you’re a nerd.” You tease him, your head now laid back, resting on the back of the loveseat, and even if you don’t see it, Eddie takes a moment to look at you, and the way your neck is exposed now, skin soft and naked. 

“And a freak!” He adds, making you both chuckle. “What about you, who do you hang out with?” 

“No one.” You admit, a bit too fast. You realise now, as you look back into his eyes, that yours are starting to sting, you know that if you hold his stare you won’t be able to stop tears from falling from them, so you look away, vision lost into nothing. 

“What- uh- Whatduyoumean?” He asks now, low, you feel his stare on you. 

“I hang out with you…” You try to convince him, but your brittle voice doesn’t do much for you. 

“You don’t..?” 

“No, I don’t have anyone else.” You admit, your eyes looking softly at him, as you see him. Compassion in his expression, not the pity you were expecting. 

“Well then, you do now.” Even if it wasn’t his intention, even if he didn’t mean to, those five words make you tear up for a second, gratitude. 

“Thank you Eddie.” 

-

“You’ll be okay” You had been repeating it to yourself since you had left. 

When you left last night Eddie had muttered an invitation, he wanted you to come over, he actually said it like that, he didn’t make you feel obligated to come, or like you were an afterthought, or that you would be an inconvenience. He actually said the words i want you to come. And as ridiculous as that was, it had made you feel special, it had made you feel appreciated, wanted. 

Though, now, walking through the cold sun deprived Hawkins to reach Eddie’s trailer it all felt a bit too overwhelming. Your fingers were tangled with a loose threat that the end of your sweater had, you had been anxiously playing with it for the whole walk, and you only had realized now that you were in front of his trailer that your hands felt cramped, and your throat dry. 

What was weird, and somehow off putting, was the way your shoulders dropped once you saw him sitting on the porch, smoking away as he stared at nothing. You did notice the way his ears seemed to move upwards as his smile appeared as soon as he saw you, and how he nodded with glee as you approached. 

“You came.” His husky voice made you smile downwards as you were now standing right infront of him. 

“You said I could come.” 

“No, I said I wanted you to come.” He reassures you once again with a sweet fond look, offering you the rest of his half smoked joint. You nod in agreement as you sit down next to him. 

What you liked best about hanging out with Eddie was the fact that you didn’t feel the need to keep talking. Silence with him felt just as good as a conversation, it was comfortable, it felt good. Not the usual sense of being overwhelmed, but a sense of calmness, and heartsease. 

“Heads up.” He whispered, his breath down your neck as he came close to your ear. “Steve and Robin are already inside cooking or well, I don’t really know what they’re doing, Nance will come any second now with the movie, and she’s not too… um fond- of uh… Well, pot.” He always seemed to mumble his words even more so when he was in such close distance to you, and if you were honest, the fact that you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to didn’t really help your heart from returning to its normal rhythm. 

“Um, yeah. Okay.” 

“Okay.” He said as his eyes glared down for a second, you’re unsure if he looked at the ground or your lips, so the tingling sense of electricity between the both of you only had you have to take a deep breath, before even attempting to get another hit at the spliff on the end of your fingers. 

“Edds?” 

His eyes brightened up at the sound of your voice calling his name. 

“Yeah?” 

“What movie?” 

He laughed, as he playfully bumped your arm with his shoulder. 

“You’ll like it. Come on.” 

You took his extended hand as he offered it, walking inside as you left the remains of the joint burn up on the ground. 

-

“Oh I love this scene.” Robin whispered as the ball sequence started.  

“Why?” Steve answered with his mouth full of popcorn. 

“What do you mean why?” She pointed out, staring at the T.V in awe. 

“I mean I don’t get it.” He teased back. 

“Just look at it!” She said in a frustrated laugh, as Nancy gleamed at them. 

You enjoyed looking at them. 

  Steve was sat down on the ground, with his back on the foot rest of the loveseat, who was invaded by Robin, who had her legs crossed so they wouldn’t bother his friend. Steve seemed to enjoy this kind of contact, resting his head lazily into Robin’s leg, as she petted his hair without really thinking about it. You're not sure why, but this, that ridiculous touch of kindness, that act of friendship warmed you, even if it wasn’t happening to you, it felt good seeing that two people could care about each other and know one another so deeply that they felt comfortable enough. You smirk, looking over at them, before turning your attention back to the T.V you realise that Nancy, who’s sitting down on one of the extra chairs, is also aware of the touch between them, though in her eyes melancholy seems to be more present, as she stares at the way Robin seems lost into the movie while mindlessly playing with Steve’s hair. 

You can’t help your fingers from tapping away as the rhythm of Bowie’s song accompanies the scene of the  movie, your attention focused again onto the movie, as you feel the weight of your left change as Eddie readjusts himself, his leg closer to yours, his head closing distance to you so he could whisper into your ear. 

“You’re liking the movie?” You inhale softly as you turn your head to look at him, and your head backs up when you realise that once you had turned your noses where almost touching, you see that your breaths were mixing and that your cheeks were warm, you needed to get some separation to not stumble through your words. 

“It’s my favourite one, actually.” You whisper back. A fond smile invading your lips, not really knowing why, not caring about it really. 

“I guessed it right, then.” He teases as he winks at you, a soft chuckle escaping your lips, as you both look back at the T.V.

“You’re a lucky guy.” You tease him back. As you feel him nudging his shoulder into you playfully, your memory of last night makes you giggle as you whisper once again, but this time it’s you who whispers into his ear, your breath tickling down his neck, you’re unaware of the goosebumps you’re creating. “You should add some David Bowie onto that tape.” 

He nods before speaking, his arm now pressing against you. 

“Maybe I will.”

-

They had all left once the movie had finished, begging Eddie to remember to actually return it the next day, you stood up, trying to leave without anyone seeing you, but as soon as he looks at you, he shows you a little green bag, mouthing the words on me. You just nodded and walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. 

That had been a couple of hours ago, and now you were both sitting down on the sofa, facing each other. Your back rested on the outside arm, and so did his, faceing you, he hadn’t been able to stop looking at you. The no screaming for eds cassette was playing quietly in the background while he talked animatedly about his last campaign, and his band, really everything that came to his mind. 

Now one of those moments of silence was in action, and for once you decided to move your head and look at him, really look at him. 

The way his hair fell away from his eyes, tangled, messy but perfectly placed. Every curl intact. The T-shirt he was now wearing, since he left his jacket lazily placed against the back pillows of the couch, was faded, though an old or incredibly worn out DIO logo could be seen. The way that he had placed himself left his lower abdomen exposed, a small trail of hair seemed to connect his belly button to somewhere under his pants that you were really trying not to eye. 

“Hey, hey… Are you listening, bud?” His voice, or rather concern, snaps you back, away from your thoughts. 

“Mmmh?” Your eyes travel back to his, they seem locked into you, and for some reason that makes you slightly uncomfortable, your body hugging itself a bit more. “Yeah, yeah sorry, was just thinking.” He nods, as he readjusts his body closer to you. 

“Do you uh… need to talk about something?” 

“Something?” 

“Anything” 

Your head falls to your right, looking back at the ground, trying not to respond before being sure you could be candid, you could be true and not do what you always did. Lie and say that everything’s fine. Because truth be told, everything is not fine, not at all. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Your voice is now closer to a whisper, fragile, might be a good way to describe it. 

“Hey… If you need to let something out, just… I’m here, okay?” 

You’re not sure why, and you don’t care. That made your eyes well up with tears, and your lower lip started shaking as your eyes looked away at him, knowing that as soon as you make eye contact you won’t be able to stop yourself from crumbling down. 

“Thanks Ed…” 

And it was in that moment, when he placed his hand on your knee and gave you a small squeeze that you felt how your shoulders dropped as a tear escaped your eyes, leaving a salty trail on your cheek. You wipe it away, but not fast enough so he wouldn’t see it. 

“I’m sorry…” Your brittle voice gives you away even if he hadn’t seen the tear, he would know just by the way you sound. 

“Don’t be.” He reassures you, the grip on your knee now stronger and deeper.

“I just… I’m so empty all the time.” You confess, as your breath starts to accelerate, and you try to look at anywhere else that wasn’t him, the palm of your hand glued to your cheek now, dabbing away the tears. “I feel like it doesn’t matter what I do, or don’t do it doesn’t matter ‘cause I always fuck everything up, and nobody’s there anymore and that’s good, because if there’s nobody, nobody will be hurt by anything I do or don’t do and I just…” You stop, trying to catch your breath, and as you sniffle he comes a bit closer. “I’m sorry… that you had to um… sorry.” 

“Please don’t be, I’m here. Anything you need okay?” You smile weakly as you finally look at him, feeling like you’re really tired of holding back all of the tears, and the sorrow that deepens your chest and makes it harder to breathe on a regular basis. “Can I do anything for you?” 

“Can you… Can you just lie to me? Tell me everything’s gonna be okay?” You finally break as you crumble down. Even if he panics briefly he doesn’t show it, he shows no hesitations as he dips down, embracing you softly as he strokes your back, letting you cry as much as you need to, his fingers get lost in your hair as he plays with it, calming you down. 

“It’s not a lie, because it will be okay. I’m here okay?” He knows better than to expect a response, so he smiles when he feels you nod. His smile deepens as he hears how you slowly stop crying, and you stop shaking. 

It takes time, but as you calm down, and he lets go, you sit up again. His hands travels to your face, pushing your hair out of your face, whipping away the last tear. 

“I’ll tell you what.” He starts as his thumb strokes your chin with an incredible amount of care. “I’ll go make you some tea, and then I’ll drive you home if you want.” 

You nod, and stay in the couch, watching him walk all the way to the kitchen, you realise you feel safe for once, and not scared or vulnerable. It makes you see that you don’t want to leave, that you would rather stay here and not  go back to your cold and empty flat. 

   And for once, you decide to say something, not ashamed, but calm, knowing that he won’t judge you. 

“Eds?” You ask as soon as he is once again beside you, hot cup of tea in his hands, leaving it in your hands. 

“Yes bud?” 

“Can I stay here?” You see how his eyes shine as soon as he registers your question. 

He gives you an upside down smile as he looks at you, deep in the eyes. 

“I’m happy sleeping on the couch.” You try to negotiate. 

“You’ll take the bed.” He says, his eyes darting around between your eyes and your lips. “You can stay as long as you like.” 

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[unluckyhoneybee]

hello hello im back with my marcus requests :) feel like im a regular at this point (though its been a while) i would love cherry with dialogue 12 and 24! so i was thinking: fwb and marcus doesnt know, and one morning she hastily leaves when marcus is still half asleep bc of something with her kid (could be having to pick them up, take them to school or something else, nothing serious) 

maybe they later have a talk where she mentions having a kid and how it prevented her for going into a serious relationship, but she feels like a bad mum sometimes having a fuckbuddy (shes not!!!) i hope you can make something nice out of this :) - your regular marcus anon💆🏻‍♀️

Random prompt list.

Cherry: Single mum.

12. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Shh"

24. "You must be his/her favourite person in the world."

"Oh fuck" You checked the time and got up from the bed, waking a half asleep Marcus.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said taking his hand to his chest. "You scared me"

"Shh. G-go back to sleep. I-I have to leave. I'm sorry. Uuuh... See you?"

He frowned. What was going on?

"Yes?"

You leaned over him and kissed his lips. "I'll text you"

"Cool"

And like that you ran to pick Roy up from his friend's house.

Days passed and you hadn't seen Marcus. Nor texted him. You were fully avoiding every contact with him because you had been late to pick your boy. The other kids parents weren't so happy and had definitely judged you a lot. And it had made you spiral down into a loop of anxiety and fears. Until Marcus texted asking if he had done something wrong. He had been feeling quite the same. You had left his apartment in a rush and he hadn't heard from you since then. He was thinking he had done something wrong and he didn't want to fuck things up. You were too special.

You: do you want to come over? There is something I want to talk about.

He showed up on time, biting his nails and feeling more nervous than ever. And when you opened the door and he saw SpongeBob on the TV and little cars around the floor, he only grew more confused.

"Are you babysitting?" He asked.

You shook your head and let him in.

"This is what I want you to talk about."

"What?"

"Mum!"

"Mum?"

Marcus looking at you and you wanted to cry.

"Come here, Roy."

He watched the little boy, who had your eyes and nose, walk to you. You picked him and kissed his cheek. You had a son? Since when?

"Roy, honey. This is Marcus. Can you say hi to him?"

"Hi, Marcus" He sweetly said.

Marcus heart beated so fast. The toddler was definitely cute. So cute. And you... Oh you were perfect.

"Hi, Roy. Nice to meet you"

Marcus shook Roy's hand and the boy giggled. For the first time, you smiled.

"I'm sorry" You said looking at Marcus.

"No, no. Um... It's fine"

And it was. He was strangely fine. He wasn't bothered at all. He was 22 and his fuck buddy had a hidden son. And somehow, he didn't care. Probably all of his friends would be bothered by this. Past him would be bothered by this.

"Can we talk about it?" You said with sad eyes. He nodded.

You left Roy playing with his cars and dinosaurs in the living room and took Marcus to the kitchen.

"Why didn't you told me?" He softly asked and grabbed your hand. His thumb brushed your knuckles and you lowered your head.

"I... I have been ditched before. Guys don't want to mess with a girl who has a son." You confessed. "But... You are so nice and I have so much fun with you... I was selfish the first time and didn't told you. Then the second time I was too scared and then... Then I simply couldn't..."

"The other day..."

"He had a play date and I was late to pick him. I lost the track of time with you and... Fuck... I feel like a horrible mum sometimes"

"Why?"

"I went to fuck someone while my son was at his friend's house."

Marcus shrugged. "Is it such a big deal?"

"Kind of? I don't know"

Marcus swallowed the lump on his throat and cupped your chin. You let a shaky breath out and he pressed a kiss to your lips. "Would it be such a big deal if instead of your fuck buddy I was your boyfriend?"

Your eyes opened like plates. You had just introduced him to the son you had hidden from him and he was (somehow) asking you to be his girlfriend.

"What?"

"Answer"

"No"

"Then... Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Your grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.

"A-are you serious?" You struggled to say. "And sure? Are you sure? I-I have a son..."

"I am"

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him deep and slow. "Yes, yes. I want to" You said between kisses."

Marcus smiled on your lips and pulled you for another kiss.

"Marcus! Look! My stegosaurus!"

Marcus pulled back and licked his lips. He didn't let go of your cheeks.

"Wow mate, that's so cool" He told Roy.

The boy happily ran back to the living room.

"Did he just perfectly pronounced Stegosaurus?"

"Um... Yes." You answered with a smile. "My boy is really clever, Marcus."

"I wasn't expecting less"

You both laughed.

"Marcus!"

"On my way"

You gasped when Marcus went, without doubt, to the living room and sat with Roy.

Soon they were both playing together with the little cars.

"I drive cars, Roy"

"No!"

"Mhm. Really fast"

"ON RACES?!"

"Yes, buddy"

You sat with them and kissed Marcus cheek.

"Mum! Is true?"

"It is"

Roy jumped and grabbed Marcus hoodie.

"I want to go"

You both laughed.

"You must be his new favorite person in the world"

Marcus chuckled and looked at you with a smile.

"I love you"

You blushed and smiled.

"I love you too, Marcus."

"Thank you for telling me."

"Even if it's late?"

"It's not late. It's the right moment"

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Marcus! Let's race. You are the blue and I'm the green"

"Okay mate, come here"

Heeey, I changed it a bit. I hope you liked it!

[house-of-slayterr]

What’s Eating You?:

Tw: Eating Disorder and other mentally Ill thingz™️

It had been two days, two painfully long days since I woke up. Everything felt like the crescendo of a symphony, but instead of a mellow and bittersweet end, it crashes like a grand piano being throw from a rooftop. The sun was too bright, my skin was too cold, the silence was too loud. The earth smelt like Petrichor and iron and sickly sweet flowers and smog. But the taste, taste was what I was scared of.

It hurt, in every way imaginable. There was no time to sleep anymore. No more being blissfully unaware of my problems while my brain thought up puppies and movie nights and first kisses. No more turning off my brain for hours to espace the reality of my situation. Everything was painfully vivid now. Every memory of my life playing over and over on loop, every waking second of everyday, seemingly, now, until the rest of forever.

I never asked for this. No, I’m fact, I begged for the opposite. I begged to be let go, forgotten, hurled violently to the past, pushed to the back of your mind, in the deepest, darkest corner. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Ironic right? Since you used to be able to hear my heart beat from a mile away, you could pick it out in the crowed and focus in on the sound. The way it made you feel, almost as if yours would beat again.

I was your obsession, and of course you were mine. Swapping one drug for another, replacing the hole in your heart, with the one I had still beating. Drinking in my scent as I drowned in your cologne. Tasting the sweat on my skin, as I craved your stone cold touch. It always cooled my fevered head, my flushed skin memorising the delicate touch of your fingertips. You trusted me with your biggest secret, so I shared with you mine.

We were so different back then. Some thought that was why we worked so well. But they didn’t really know, did they? They only saw us on the surface, the painstaking performance we put on every morning to satiate our primal need to fit in. To be normal… to be perfect at it. But the harder we tried, the stranger we seem. All eyes were on us. It was uncomfortable but we grew used to it back then.

But now the only eyes I could see were yours. Everyone else was off limits, taken away until I learned to behave. Your family’s fear of me lashing out in the ways that you sometimes do. They pity you, don’t you understand? They can’t seem to comprehend how hard it must be for you, to be you. They’ve never felt your hunger.

And not just in the literal sense. They’ve never witnessed the way you used to devour me with your eyes. Despite your lack of human reactions, your pupils would still dilate vastly. I never noticed it at first. Why would the hottest guy in school look at me? I was nothing special. I wasn’t pretty like other girls, with their tiny waists and sharp cheekbones. I didn’t have flawless hair, in fact mine was thin and shedding. My nails weren’t manicured, instead torn and bloody. And my clothes hide my body, as far away from peeping eyes as physically possible.

The skin beneath my eyes was a dark purple. The flesh their sunken in slightly, making my eyes look tired and devoid of consciousness. My lips were cracked, so dry they sometimes bled. And my teeth were yellow, despite the obscene amount of time I spent scrubbing them each day. Nobody else dared give me a second glance, so why would you.

But then you said hi. That two letter word that hardly showed of your sweet southern accent. And I said it back, with less conviction, but a strange interest. But I grew to love that accent, the one that whispered sweet nothings in my ear at the most inopportune times. Behind me in class, on the couch with your siblings, in my bed at night when my parents where just downstairs. Making me blush like a foolish woman. And I fell for it, hook, like and sinker. Bite on the hook, and being violently ripped from the world I knew. The world I was comfortable in.

I remember last summer. We spent most of it, just the two of us. We hung out with your siblings more at first, your parents concerned you couldn’t control yourself. Of course, I didn’t know that at the time. That’s when we shared our souls, you told me about your curse and how it made you suffer, and I explained my affliction. Opposites. You, the vampire with binge eating disorder, and I, the human with anorexia.

What an odd pair we were. But we figured we could help each other. At least that’s what we tried to do at first. I held your hand at school and kept your mind from wandering to those nasty thoughts. The ones you had of tearing into the throats off half the school and not being able to stop yourself. And you held mine back, keeping me distracted while I tried to eat my lunch. And things were good for a while, until the pressure got to much.

You couldn’t stand Carlisle and Esme always on your case about your diet. It was driving you insane how little faith they had in you. And it hurt. But you couldn’t tell them that, they wouldn’t understand. And I got more sick, skipping lunches when you stopped showing up cause you couldn’t handle your hunger. You all but disappeared. I asked Bella about it, and she said it was because you nearly attacked her at her party. And I hated her for it, blamed her for you leaving me, but that wasn’t fair.

But then you came back. And seeing your face made my stomach flip. You’d snuck into my room that night, having to see me after you came back home. And I should have screamed, any girl would have. But I wasn’t any girl, and you weren’t any boy. The first half of the night you stayed on the other side of the room, trying to control your hunger. But I could see how much pain it was causing you, and I wouldn’t allow it. So I coaxed you near, hushed your worries and offered you a solution.

“Drink from me.”

You objected at first, insisting I’d gone insane. Lost my mind, that I needed help, and maybe I did. But I was so damn in love with you, that nothing else mattered. I needed you to be ok Jasper. I promised you it would be ok, and with hungry eyes you watched as I cut my palm. It didn’t hurt, cause you didn’t bite me. You couldn’t, you insisted it would change me and I was perfect just how I was.

So that’s how it went for a while. You’d sneak into my room late at night and we’d have our little feeding sessions. Something you would never tell your family about. But as your hunger grew, you began to forget mine. It was so easy to slip into old habits. To distract you from my plight by giving you what you wanted, what you needed. You were addicted to the feeling of my blood sliding down your throat. And I was addicted to the feeling of losing it.

It made me feel light. Both physically and mentally. I couldn’t explain it, but our feeding sessions made me feel thin. They made me feel beautiful, the way that you could crave me so much. So deliciously, it was like an aphrodisiac. And it quieted my brain for a whole, making me feel all fuzzy. I’d fall asleep in your arms, and everything was perfect.

Until you snapped out of you. As we got more intimate you saw more of me. Keeping the lights off never helped. You were a vampire, you thrives in the darkness, and you could see everything. You could see my bones, and feel them beneath your cold, dead fingertips. And my skin didn’t hold the same warmth anymore. I insisted I was fine and that I’d try tomorrow. But tomorrow turned into next week, and next week turned into next month.

And next month, was it. You found me, in my room that day, when you snuck in as usual. I wasn’t on the bed and you came around the side. And panic flooded your system when you saw me on the floor. There was no time for ambulances, no time to get better. That should have been it, I could have gone happy, knowing that you loved me in a way nobody else ever could. But just like me, you were an addict. Only your drug was me.

So you bit into my skin, somewhere no one would see. And you made the decision for me. You threw my lamp to the ground near me, knowing the noise would draw in my parents, and you hid just outside the window. Watching as my parents discovered my “dead” body. You convinced them to hold the funeral the very next day, knowing there wouldn’t be much time before I woke up again. But they had to believe it, you had no other choice. It wouldn’t be safe for a fledgling to be near their family.

And the very next day you dug me up. You had asked my parents if you could have some of my things. And they agreed because you were my loving and respectful boyfriend, who was grieving me just as much as they were. You wanted me to feel comfortable, and safe, surrounded by a few familiar things. You were the first thing I saw when I woke up, and the only thing I wanted.

But as I began to understand my situation, it all became overwhelming. I was a vampire now. My parents and everyone I knew thought I was dead, and we all had to leave forks. I’d have to stay hidden inside until Edward could Marry Bella, and the family would have a proper excuse to move away. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that yet again, she was coming first. And I was petty, stubborn. Your family kept trying to convince me to hunt, learn how to do things their way, but I refused.

Eating was always something I could control. It was a constant in my life, that felt comfortable and safe. I needed it, I was nothing without that unhealthy obsession. And it felt different now. Of course I couldn’t gain wait, I was a vampire, I was stuck how I am for the rest of forever. During the transition I had plumped up a little, as Carlisle explained it was my body trying to correct itself to be in its most “healthy” form. Despite now never being able to get sick, vampirism sadly didn’t cure the brain.

I was still just as sick as I was before, but now there’s nothing I could do about it. I was stuck. And the longer I went without blood, the more I felt. The intense hunger I hadn’t felt in so long, I almost forgotten what it felt like. Of course I wanted the blood, every cell in my body now craved it more than anything else in the world. But I didn’t want to give in. And it was driving you crazy. There was a knock at the door.

“Sugar, Can I come in?”

“It’s your room Jasper, you don’t have to ask.”

You walked through the door, sitting next to me on the floor as I looked out the window.

“It’s our room.” You corrected.

I smiled at that, a real genuine smile.

“Darlin’ you have to-“

“Feed, I know. I know. Just give me one more day.”

I could feel you tense next to me.

“That’s what you said last time.”

I felt awful. God I wish I could cry, but that was another thing that was no longer in my control.

“Jasper, I never meant to hurt you. You know that.”

You nodded.

“But you’re stronger than me, you always have been. I always believed in you.”

You stopped my rambling, turning my head to look at you. Your hand gently cradling my skin. Your touch still so soft, despite me being sturdier now. You couldn’t break me like you used to be so afraid of.

“I won’t watch you make yourself sick again. I can’t. If you’re not ready to do it for you, could you perhaps do it for me? For us? I have the woman I’m so insanely in love with, say before me, looking stunning as ever. Yet she has a perpetual frown on her face. I can feel her every emotion, yet she constantly tries to hide from me. I know your desires, and your fears, I know you. And I know that you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You, Darlin’, are a force to be recon with. And I want nothing more than to spend eternity by your side.”

If I could blush, my cheeks would have been bright red. You always knew what to say, even if maybe you were saying it a tad late. But I suppose you said it with your actions first. I was mad of course, but now I saw it for what it was. A desperate plea from a lover. My lover. My beautiful Jasper.

“Will you come with me?” I asked.

“I would follow you anywhere.”

Maybe drinking blood wouldn’t be all that bad. If I meant I had forever with you. To learn and understand every part of you. To help each other like we originally planned, and do it right this time. Besides, I had a new family to get to know. To learn to trust, and to confide in. And a new town wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was the perfect time to start over. To recover. Most people didn’t get a second chance, and I would be foolish to waste it. I wanted it. I wanted to to taste Happiness.

An: Sorry for the major angst post lol. I haven’t written for twilight in a while and I wanted to write something. But I’ve been in my feels all night, hence this disaster. Gotta love edgy vampire teen romance. Anyways, don’t be like the person in my story. Get up and eat something, even if it’s just one bite, you’ve got this! I believe in you! Stay safe y’all, love you ❤️