#i sure hope that nothing bad happens after this

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @vgilantee

A/N: Thank you so much for your commission! This was so fun to write, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Request: may i please get a big big werewolf and fem!reader fucking big nasty style 🫣🤭 feral, animalistic, and nasty. maybe after some predator/prey rp in the woods, but honestly free reign. go crazy ^^

“Don’t run”

Werewolf x fem!reader || size kink, predator/prey, chasing, biting, knotting, lowkey breeding

You had been living with your werewolf boyfriend for a couple weeks when the first full moon arrives. In the two years you’ve been together, he always made plans with his pack during the full moon, of that’s what he told you. Apparently he didn’t trust himself around you, so he barricaded himself in his basement and waited it out. He built a werewolf-proof cage and tied himself with some big metal chains to keep himself on check.

You are sure it wouldn’t be that bad, there’s no way he would hurt you, even with the full moon. Or maybe you were wrong.

Now, when he insists on you tying him up and leaving some of your clothes with him, you comply. He says your scent calms his beast, and that way it would be harder for him to escape. You two are so sure everything would be okay that you don’t double check the restrains. First mistake of the night.

You are lazily lying around upstairs when you hear the first crack. It sounds like thunder, but the night outside is clear, not a single cloud in the sky. You get down to the first floor and look around, nothing seems out of place, maybe some animal outside broke some tree or something. You don’t question it too deeply. Second mistake of the night.

When you heard another crack, this time a lot louder, you decide to go inspect the basement. You to the door at the same time as he does.

The door is on the floor, completely broken, and his face is the one of a predator. Adrenaline and fear fuel your body as you move slowly to the door, feeling like the prey you just became. You two were so sure everything was going to be alright that you didn’t talk what to do if this happened. You are on your own, and he’s a full transformed werewolf looking at you like you are his next meal.Oh fuck.

“Don’t run,” he says, his voice too gravely, too deep, more monster than human. You breathe hard, looking between the door and him. He growls, a warning. But you were never the one to take good choices.

You know it’s not a good idea. You know it’s probably the worst idea ever, but you are scared and your heart is beating too fast and too loud for you to listen to whatever your brain is saying. You shouldn’t run, but your fear is louder than reason. You look at him, completely transformed, and turn on your heels, bolting for the forest.

You know you aren’t supposed to run away from a predator, but you do it either way. Probably the third mistake of the night and the one that condemns you.

You hear his howl behind you as you start to run, your body forcing itself to exhaustion really fast. But you don’t stop, you keep pushing yourself faster, trying to look for a place to hide. You can’t find any, but you are plenty aware that it wouldn’t matter. Once he catches you, he will be completely mad, feral. He will be too animalistic to understand who you are.

You ran and ran, your breathing fast and labored, taking too much of your already low energy. You don’t know what to do, where to go, you are lost in the forest and there’s a predator on your heels.

You can hear him behind you, following you, but not catching you just yet. He’s playing with you, he could catch you easily, you aren’t that fast or see that well in the dark. But he doesn’t want the fun to end, he’s enjoying the smell of your fear, the taste of your desire under it. He’s toying with you. He’s toying with his prey. And that makes your adrenaline to spike and your pussy to tingle.

Maybe you are a bit fucked up in the head, maybe you are enjoying it more than you should. You never knew you liked it a bit rough until you knew him, it shouldn’t be a surprise that you love him chasing you. You feel like red riding hood and he’s the wolf out to catch you… And that excites you.

You keep running as your pussy gets wetter. The noises and howls he makes behind you adding to the fire burning inside of you until you feel you were going to melt completely.

And then there’s silence…

Nothing around you, not a single sound apart from your breathing and rabbit-fast heart. And then you see a shadow in the corner of your eye. He throws you to the ground, face down, and covers your body with his. He’s so big and so heavy your breath escapes your lungs. You scream as he bites down on the side of your neck, right over your mating bond. He holds you down with his teeth as you struggle under him, unable to move more than a few millimeters.

He growls in warning and starts tearing your clothes. The air is cold against your heated skin, and his claws feel too sharp, but you can’t ignore the edge of pleasure as he touches your body. He doesn’t wait long, he licks at the new mark on your neck as he touches your soaking wet pussy, humming in contentment. He pinches your clit between his claws and you moan loudly, embarrassed that you make that unholy sound.

He pushes your head down with his other paw as you feel the tip of his dick against your pussy. He’s there for just a second before he’s all the way inside of you. He doesn't let you breathe, he fucks you like a piston, his dick caressing every part inside of you, so big he’s hitting your cervix as you scream with every thrust. The edge of pain is adding to your pleasure to the point of insanity.

You are drooling on the forest floor as a beast growls and fucks you raw. You don’t know how much of your boyfriend is aware of what it’s happening, of what he’s doing… He’s just a big monster and you are a hot hole to fill. In and out, in and out, the pace so fast and so savage that your body moves with his thrusts, your hands and knees getting scratched against the dirt. And you love it.

It feels depraved to be feeling so good being treated so roughly. But deep down you know your boyfriend is somewhere inside of the beast, there’s a part of him behind you. And a big part of him hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You reach down and touch your clit, rubbing frantically as he keeps fucking you. Your face is against the floor and your tongue tastes like grass, but the delicious friction of your fingers against your pussy make you see stars.

You feel your orgasm approaching as some of your juices gush around his dick. He stills for a second and then you feel the big engorgement at the base of his dick pushing against your stretched hole. You cry out as he pushed it in, zero caress, zero worries for your well-being, only the need to be inside of you. To breed you. And you are loving every single second of his feral side ravaging you.

His knot finally slips inside, stretching you so wide that it brings tears to your eyes as you orgasm once again. He doesn’t care what is happening with you, he keeps grinding his knot against your G-spot, milking his own pleasure and accidentally making yours ascend to the next plane. You orgasm again as he howls to the moon and fills you with rope after rope of warm come.

You feel every little twitch of his dick inside you as he keeps coming, and coming, and coming. And you keep gushing around him, completely spent. Your eyes are heavy and your body is limp, at his mercy. The last thought you have before you pass out is how dying like that would be a good way to go.

You wake up on a comfy bed with your werewolf boyfriend next to you. He’s back to human form, and your body feels like a big bruise. You wince when you try to face him and he grunts. “I told you not to run,” he tells you, worry written all over his face.

“I know…” You whisper, looking at him intensely. The images and pleasure from last night come back to you in waves, making you dizzy as you tell him: “I would do it again.” He smirks at you and kisses you until you forget all about the soreness of your body.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar su media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie and girls on pinterest

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ notes: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

♥ masterlist

You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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landonorris aftermath

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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yourusername @ landonorris

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @ user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar su media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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yourusername encontré a mi otra mitad

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar su media naranja? more like econtrar su media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

[kpop---scenarios]

Charmer (2)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader x Surprise!

Genre: FWB, EX FWB, Semi Enemies to Lovers

Warning: Smut, late night smut and hurt. [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1.7k

Taglist: @oddracha @iovecb97 @katsukis1wife @stay-tiny-things @rubytakemyhandx23 @hyunjinhoexxx @iikxstcenn @beebee18 @kissesmellow21 @skzooluvr @felixthemochicat @imperfectlyperfectprincess1

@gloriajovicc

One |

“Y/N!” Jihyo and Jeongin call out, chasing after you as you speed walk away from the bar, muttering to yourself so much that passerbys stare at you like you're crazy.

“Please stop, Y/N!” Jeongin calls out. You can hear him struggling to breathe as he and Jihyo chase you, and you feel bad. It wasn't them that you were angry at. It was Minho. You stop dead in your tracks, hanging your head down as you silently let your tears fall. You can feel a couple sets of hands on your back and they come around the front, pulling you into their two person hug.

“I'm so sorry Y/N.. I never wanted you to get hurt, I just needed you to know.” Jihyo whispers, holding you closer.

“None of us wanted this to happen.” Jeongin sighs. “I personally always thought that you and Minho were going to end up together.”

So did you, honestly but you didn't want to admit that. If you said it out loud, you were sure that it was going to make you cry and you did not want to waste anymore tears on him. He didn't deserve your tears or your love. And even though you knew that, you wanted him to reach out to you. You wanted him to call you a beg for you back, that he realized what a mistake it was to date her, that you were it all along.

So you waited.

Everyday for the next few weeks you checked your phone consistently, waiting for a call, maybe a text, an email.. something, really anything. But nothing came. For weeks it was radio silence on his end and you weren't about to go ahead and make the first move. He was the one who messed up, not you. So you continued to wait. You'd go out with your mutual friends, hoping to see him there, but he wasn't. Hell, even if he was there with whatever her name was, that would do because at this point you missed his face. You missed his voice, his touch, you missed the way you felt around him and you were desperately craving those feelings.

You had thought about moving on, trying to find someone new but you weren't sure if you were going to be able to do that. You wanted only one person and only that one person knew how to make you quiver in complete ecstasy, you knew it was likely no one else would compare.

That night, four weeks since you had said ‘fuck you’ to Minho, you went to bed, deciding that whether or not you'd ever be able to find someone to make you feel like him, you were going to try. It was time now for you to get out of the hole you were in because of him.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

You're startled awake by the sound of your phone. You look at the clock, 2:30am. Who was calling you so late? Without checking the caller ID, you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You tiredly groan.

“I miss you.” The voice whispers from the other end.

“Minho?” You ask.

“I'm sorry, baby girl. I'm sorry about all the shit I said and what I did that night.” He says. “I need you.” He groans.

“What about your girlfriend?” your voice shakes as you ask, nervous about the answer.

“It wasn't the same as you.” He sighs. “She can't make me feel like you can baby.”

Your heart and head start to race. You know you should hang up and block his number, but you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

“Did you end it?” You whisper.

He hums in response. That's a yes right? That means he ended things?

The line is silent for a moment before you speak again. “Come over.” You say.

“I'm already here.” He says. “Open up.” You crawl out of your bed, unlocking the door, seeing Minho standing there, leaning against the door frame.

“Hi.” You whisper.

“Hi.” He smiles, pushing his way in. He immediately leans in to kiss you, his mouth moving against yours as he slides his tongue down your throat. You can smell the familiar cologne as you breathe him in, it makes you feel like everything is gonna be okay. He moves the two of you back, towards the bedroom he knows so well. He strips your pj shirt from your body, throwing it wherever as you also take his shirt off, discarding it. He pulls away from you, pushing you down on the bed, a smirk appears on those lips you love so much as he crawls on after you, yanking your pj shorts off, throwing them behind him. He lays down, his face between your thighs, diving straight into sucking and flicking your clit. You cry out loudly, moaning his name. “Fuck, Minho.” You can hear him chuckle into your cunt before he licks a long strip up you, making you even more wet.

Minho shoves two fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out as he teases your clit making you twitch beneath him. He holds you down with his free hand as he devours you, making you run your hands through your hair before you grab a clump of his hair, pulling his face in closer while you grind on him.

“Fuck.. just like that.. just like that..” you cry out, releasing his hair. You were about to cum, you just needed one more thrust and one more suck to push you over the edge.. but then he sat up. Licking his lips, smiling at you.

“W-w-why? Why Why would you do that!?” You whine.

“That's what happens when you say ‘fuck you, Lee know.’ He smiles, mimicking you from last night.

“Oh my god, that's so not fair.” You whine.

“Don't worry, kitten. You'll get to cum. It's just gonna be on my cock.” He grins, taking his pants off, moving to the edge of the bed to sit against the headboard. His cock stands tall as he waits for you to sit on him and ride him.

Fuck you missed him and his cock.

You crawl over to him, ready to straddle him and sink yourself down onto his cock. But he looks at you seriously. “Beg.”

“What?” You ask.

“Beg for it.” He says again, cocking his head to the side. “You just have to say, ‘please Minho, please let me ride your cock.’ He smiles. “See, it's easy.”

You look him in the eyes, your brain knowing you should tell him to get out but the rest of you wanted him. “Please Minho. Please let me ride your cock.” You whisper.

He smiles at you, pulling you closer to straddle him. “Good girl.” He whispers, thrusting up inside of you, catching you off guard.

“Fuck!” You cry out. You lower yourself, pushing down to have him as far inside you as he could go before you start rocking back and forth, dragging your clit against him as your cum seeps out of you, coating his dick.

“Mhmm, you're so wet for me.” He pants, holding on your hips as he helps guide you between riding and bouncing on top of him. Minho watches the way your breasts bounce while you ride his cock, how you throw your head back, running your hands all over your body as your orgasm builds faster and faster.

Minho sits up a little more, grabbing your breast, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it, making you moan louder.

“Please.. fuck.. don't stop.” You cry out, you feel like you're about to explode on top of him. “Fuck.” You scream, riding him harder as his fingertips dig into your hips, breathlessly urging for you to cum so he can.

“I'm cum..I'm cumming.. fuck.” You scream out as it bursts through your body, making you slow down your movements as you come down from your high.

“I'm right there.” Minho grunts, holding you up slightly as he harshly rams his cock into you, desperate to cum now. “Fuck.” He yells, as he orgasms, shooting his cum inside of you.

You both sit there for a minute, his cock still buried inside you as you both try to catch your breath.

Once you finally roll off of him, you head straight to the bathroom. “I'm gonna take a quick shower.” You say, turning your head to look at him. He smiles at you as he lays in your bed. This was more like it.

You couldn't have been in the shower longer than 5 minutes before you were out and in your bedroom, and Minho was not in there. You dried yourself off, putting on your pj's again as you wander around your apartment and he's nowhere to be found. Fuck, he could have at least waited until you were sleeping.

You crawled into your bed, sadness washing over you as you closed your eyes, falling asleep quickly and dreaming of that man. The next evening, you were invited to a party by your best friend, Jihyo, who was celebrating the fact that she was failing most of her classes, while also celebrating that her boyfriend Daniel was doing extremely well in his.

“Woohoo.” You smile, hugging her. “You're failing!” You laugh.

“And you're passing! Yay.” You laugh again, hugging Daniel.

“How are you?” Jihyo asks, protruding his bottom lip slightly.

“Don't start.” You laugh. “Drinks, please.” You say, dragging her to the kitchen.

A while later, while the liquor is flowing nicely through your body, you and Jihyo head out to the living room to dance, where you happen to see someone you wanted to see but also didn't.

“Minho.” You sigh, staring at the sexy man, but your tune quickly changes as you see Jennie walking towards him, and he wraps his arm around her, pulling her closely.

“Hey, everyone!” He yells. His eyes lock in on yours. “This is my gorgeous girlfriend, Jennie.” He grins, breaking eye contact a few seconds later. You feel like your throat is going to close up as tears well in your eyes.

“I'm gonna go.” You say to Jihyo. You put your cup down, heading out of the house, feeling shattered. You went to bed that night feeling almost as bad as you did that first night. You tossed and turned until your phone dinged.

[From: XFWB 3:05am] u up?

[To: XFWB 3:05am]....

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[To: XFWB 3:07am] doors unlocked.

[cheri-2047]

Helloooo do you write for aventurine from hsr?

If you do, would it be possible to request an aventurine x gn reader where he tries to comfort the reader who has religious trauma? If that's a little too complicated then something like aven trying to comfort the reader when they were suddenly reminded about their trauma from parents.

I'm really just desperately trying to make myself feel better 😭 anw the decision is still up to you <3 I hope you have a wonderful day and I hope that you stay safe and healthy, take care!! 💞💐

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I LOST MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING 😞😞 I’d love to write this for you but I’m not so sure on what religious trauma is so I focused on reader getting triggered by their parents instead, I hope that’s okay. Please don’t hesitate to comment if I mischaracterized him, this is based off what I see online since I don’t play hsr, thank you!

Aventurine comfort:

TAGS: slight mentions of self harm, hair pulling (out of stress) angst, fluff and comfort at the end

CHARACTERS: Aventurine

You were on your way home after meeting up with your parents. It’s been awhile since you last saw them so you thought you’d pay them a visit.

They welcomed you with open arms and were very glad that you came over, your mother excitedly sharing new stories of what’s happened while you moved away and your father just simply listening to you two.

Everything was smooth sailing, you had fun with them, sharing laughs and all until it all went down the drain.

“haha…” you chuckled it off. You hated hearing about the incident that had happened. Your parents brushed it off by now as a joke, but to you it was anything BUT that.

you continued to catch up to them, holding up a smile to get away the memories that ran through your brain.

stop stop stop

You clenched your hands tightly, continuing to laugh along with the “jokes” your parents made. You couldn’t stop thinking about it now, everything that happened, everything that you worked so hard to forget, all of it GONE just because of a few simple words.

“I might be home a bit late sweetheart, please don’t stay up waiting for me. Love you”

Your phone buzzed, a message from your boyfriend, Aventurine.

perfect.

You took this to your advantage, deciding it was a good excuse.

“Ah I need to go home, sorry mama, urgent things at work.”

You made a white lie. You knew it was a bad thing to lie, it would make you a sinner, but you would do anything right now to get away from that so called ‘home’

“I hope you visit again, we love you”

Your father kissed you on the forehead, before both waving off.

You quickly shuffled to your car, driving as fast as you can away from your parent’s home. You were thankful for your boyfriend’s text, not only can you have alone time but you also were able to lie with getting home.

You drove faster, the music louder, anything to try and get the flooding memories away. You clenched the wheel tightly, taking rough turns, completely ignoring your surroundings.

shut up shut up shut up shut up

please.

You reached your home, running to your bedroom, your safe place.

You opened the television, had your snacks around you and all but for some reason, nothing would work. The thoughts still lingered at the back of your mind, the unspoken memories, the things you’ve tried to hard to forget.

Little did you know, you ended up spiraling. Your eyes on the TV, your mind elsewhere. It all came back too quickly, too much for you, the way you were treated, the rules you were forced to have, the life you so desperately wanted to escape, and it felt like you were back. “…y/n… y/n? Hey hey-“

you got started by the sound, only to realize you had been pulling your hair a lot,

“ah- y-you’re back earl-“

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, Aventurine pulled your hands away from your hair,

“Shh, shh… there there”

he rubbed his hand on your back, you leaned into his touch, before looking down to see blood on your fingernails. “What happened?”

Aventurine pulled away, cupping your cheeks and rubbing your hand, careful not to touch the skin you picked.

You didn’t even notice it, but you were crying. You had tears run down your face as if your eyes were waterfalls.

“I visited my parents today”

“mh…did they do anything?”

“they just…mentioned something and I got triggered and started spiraling I guess…”

as you spoke, aventurine started to wrap some bandages around your fingers.

“What did they say?”

(cutting this part off here so you can like…. Explain to him ykyk. He doesn’t know much of your trauma so u explain that you went through that before)

“Oh sweetheart…”

he wiped your tears and kissed you on the cheek, before hugging you and hurrying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know that’s ever happened, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to remember…”

he frowned and pulled you closer,

“I’m sorry…. If you’re up to going to your parents again, I’ll be here to accompany you. If you don’t, then that’s alright, I understand.”

he kisses the top of your head multiple times, hoping to sooth you with his affection.

He intertwined his hand with yours as he continues to speak reassuring words. “I am always here for you, alright my dearest? If you feel triggered by anything ever again, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I’m never ‘too busy’ for you or any of that. I love you”

you smile as he tells you how he has your back and how he will never leave and swear to always protect you. As you stop crying, he starts to clean up the snacks you left and comes back with more of your favorite foods.

“I got some before I left work”

he chuckles, lying next to you on the bed as you two stayed in the comfort of each others arms.

“I love you, I always will and I will never stop.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away to see your smile, which makes him smile as well.

A/N: OKAY… so I tried to make it like him as much as I could, I think he’s the type to gen take things seriously in scenarios like this, and the part where he like… pushes(?) your head to his neck for comfort, that means a lot since I hc him to not like being touched there or anyone touching him there either, so yeah. Thanks for requesting and I hope this is ok!! Comments are appreciated (for tips, if I mischaracterized or just to say hi) I hope ure okay dude, if you want more of these feel free to request

[chaniceroses]

Bad Boys Ride or Die (Armando x Reader) Part FOUR

You pulled up into the driveway after following Mike and Marcus from seeing Armando.

“I’m guessing this is where Kelly and Dorn are.”, you whispered, looking around to make sure nothing looks suspicious. Getting out of the car, you walked up to Marcus and Mike to see them having an intense conversation. Something must’ve happened.

“Is everything alright?”you asked, looking at both Marcus and Mike.

“Yeah everything is good y/n. Marcus is just trippin.”

“I just don’t think it’s best for y/n to go over and be on the bus by herself. I mean something doesn’t feel right. That is all that I am saying.”

“Look Marcus, I know you’re on this whole spiritual journey with God but we don’t have time for all of that right now.”, Mike sighed walking towards the van. 

You looked at Marcus with a small smile so he knows that you appreciate his worriedness about you. You weren’t scared and you figured that there will be guards there to watch everything, plus you know what you are capable of so if anything was to go down between you and Armando, you’ll be straight.

Walking into the van, you were greeted by Dorn and Kelly at the computers looking at live footage of the precinct and files. 

“This is y/n. Y/n this is Dorn and Kelly.”Mike said, standing over them.

You nodded your head in response as they looked back at you. You watched as they turned around and gave you a small smile. At least they were friendly.

“Who is she?”Kelly asked, looking back at her computer.

“Somebody that is with us now.”

“I thought you rode as a duo.”, Dom replied, spinning his chair around to face Mike and Marcus.

“They do, I’m just here for support.”, you added folding your arm and walking up between Mike and Marcus.

“Well…she’s our partner too but that’s not the point. What do you have to show us?”Marcus replied pointing at the computers.

You watched as Dom looked at you, and then turned around to face his computer.

“We went through all of Captain Conrad Howard's old files and found this video of him. It sounded urgent and we felt it would be important for you guys to watch.” Dom explained searching through his files. Soon a video popped up and it showed Howard at his desk, wearing thick black glasses and looking into the camera.

“ If you are seeing this then I am probably dead. Which I figured may happen. This video is important so I need you boys and y/n to listen. To the boys, I am being framed. All of those operations in the past with the Cubans, Jamaicans and the Cartel were set-ups. I didn’t know. The millions of dollars from all three of those operations were smuggled, I tried to solve the case before it got thrown to you however, obviously I failed and now which it may seems, they are pinning it all on me. I didn’t mean to die and to leave all of the dirty work onto you guys and I apologize for that but I do need you guys to make it right. Go to Fletcher, he has all of the information to help you. He is the only person besides y/n that I trust so make sure you trust no one else. AT ALL. At some point they will try to frame you guys, even y/n”, he explained, taking off the glasses while leaning towards the camera.

The room was tense, you could feel Marcus and Mike intensely stare at you but you never looked their way. Instead you kept your eyes on the screen hoping that Howard would give you the answer to everything that is happening.

“And to y/n. I’m sorry that I got you pulled into this. It wasn’t meant to be this way, especially knowing what you are going through in your personal life and the choices you’ll have to make with your career. Remember our last conversation, I promise it’ll help you out,

You stared at the computer intensively hoping that he wouldn’t slip up and say anything about your career. You haven’t decided on what you wanted to do. Your past sometimes comes back and hunts you and you have people in your world right now that are starting to grow on you.

“What is he talking about?”Mike asked, turning his focus towards you.

You didn’t say anything, instead you kept your attention on the screen. You weren't here for dramatics or for a “kumbaya” , you were here to help out Howard and to be a support to Mike and Marcus.

“Whatever decision that you choose, I hope that it is for the best. I trust you. So remember to watch your back and be sure that you keep your eyes open. Trust absolutely no one but each other…” 

The video went off. There was a huge feeling in your stomach, hearing his voice again but knowing that it’s not for anything good. You scanned over to see everyone looking at you.

“What?”you asked bewildered.

“What was he talking about?”Marcus interrogated, turning towards you.

“Yeah, what did he mean by “decisions”?”

“It’s personal so forget it… He mentioned Fletcher.”, you responded, trying to flip the conversation to what’s important. You could tell that Marcus and Mike wanted to keep asking you questions but you also knew that they knew the time wasn’t right.

“We’ll talk about it later.”, Mike whispered

“Sure.”, you sarcastically responded. Like hell we will. It wasn’t that you don’t trust them, it was just certain people that you like to confide in. You are a private person, never really like expressing your emotions because it always leads to you either getting hurt or crying. Maybe at some point you will.

“Fletcher..”, Dom  stated.

“Yeah let's go find him.”Mike responded, heading towards the door. You and Marcus followed suit and left the van, you could feel the aura from the way he was looking at you.

“Are you riding with us?”he asked, stopping you in your tracks. You thought about it for a second. It would be either: follow them to wherever Fletcher is in peace and silence or ride with Marcus and Mike and be interrogated the whole time. You looked at him and walked up to his car. He followed behind you, opened your door and closed it for you once you were in.

“So what the hell was Captain talking about, are you okay?”Marcus asked, turning around in the passenger seat.

“I’m okay.”, you responded looking at Mike as he got in the car.

“Sure.”

“You know Mike, if she doesn’t want to talk about it. She doesn’t have to.”, Mike shrugged, turning around in his seat. “Just know that we’re always here. Especially me because I'm not a motherfucking pushover like Mike here.”

“Do you plan on leaving? Are you sick? I’m not trying to be a pushover but just know I’m here”Mike asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You looked up to make eye-contact with him and then turned away. You didn’t know what you wanted to do right now. All you know is that you want to enjoy the moments that you have right now with them until that time comes to choose. Hopefully it won’t run out.

The entire ride was Marcus scheduling the transportation for Armando and finding Fletcher. Eventually you were led to a random, art-museum club style building. It was nice inside, neon lights and glass sculptures everywhere. You found it fascinating. You didn’t know who Fletcher was so you allowed Marcus and Mike to do all of the talking.

“Fletch, my man!” Mike yelled, walking up towards him to give him dab. You stood back and watched. 

“Hey, Mike…Marcus.”, he replied, smiling at Mike and then giving Marcus a mean stare. Probably bad blood.

“We need information on Howard. He’s being framed and we need your help.”, Marcus said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah I heard about him. He told me everything that you guys need to know so I can most definitely help you. However, what is the secret word?” 

You watched as Mike and Marcus stared at each other confusingly. Secret Word? What secret word?

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Bad Boys?”

“Nada.”

“Man. Cmon, we're in a hurry! This is urgent and important.”, Marcus shouted looking up at him. 

You watched as Fletch scanned around the room, at different arts. What is he trying to say?

“It’s a nice place isn't it? Look around.” You examined the area and saw nothing. Fletcher was pointing his head towards a certain area, however you weren’t able to pick up on it.

“Look Right the-” right before he was about to tell you, you heard a  gunshot go off which led to Fletcher being laid across the ground.

“Oh my gosh.”, you whispered. You ran up to him to see if you could feel any pulse, however there was nothing. You looked at where he was shot to see a clean hole through his head. You stood up to see everyone running and screaming. 

“Y/N!”Marcus yelled, pointing towards something behind you. You turned to see a man racing towards you at full speed. 

“Oh shit.”, you thought. He grabbed you by your neck with one hand and threw you against a wall. Punching you in your face and your stomach. You winced in pain. You turned your head to see Mike running towards you and Marcus shooting at others. Kicking him in the balls, you wrapped your legs around his torso while gauging at his eyes. Blood started trailing down which led to the man finally  letting go.

“HELP MARCUS!”, you yelled running up to the man that strangled you, pulling the gun from your bra and shooting him. You watched as the man's body went limp. Running over to Marcus and Mike, you saw a man in a dark lighted area, leaving the building. When you turn to notify Mike, he was already on it.

You and Marcus followed after him and ended up splitting ways onto the road that was in front of the building.

You ran as hard as you could until you spotted the man that shot Fletcher. You watched as he got onto the door that was open in the back of the van and turned around. Your heart stopped and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You ended up stopping in your tracks from running after him.

“Y/n.”, he said while looking at you. A small vicious smile appeared across his face and his eyes stared into your soul.  You felt there was nothing that you could do, your body tensed up while you watched as he sped off.

“He’s still alive?”, you whispered to yourself. You started running out towards the van that was now driving in the middle of the road, when you noticed the van coming full speed at Mike while he was on the ground. He was grabbing his heart.

“Mike!”, you yelled running towards him while shooting at the van. It wouldn’t have made any difference since you were behind the van but at least you could shoot a tire out so it wouldn’t run him over. You watched as Mike was pushed over while Marcus was on top, right before the vehicle could run Mike over. What the hell happened. You watched as they got up and started looking around in a worried manner. Once they spotted you, they sighed as if they were holding in their breath the whole time. You ran up to them, while holding your side due to the pain that was happening. 

“Are yall okay?”, you asked, looking at the direction the van went. You didn’t know that he was alive, you thought that he was dead. What the hell is he doing and who were those people he was with. A million questions started sprinting through your mind and your heart felt that it was about to come out of your chest.

“Who the hell were those people.”, Marcus asked, looking in the same direction you were looking at. Mike followed suit.

“Who was that guy that shot Fletcher.”, Mike added, still holding on to his chest. You continued to look down the road, at this point, you didn’t know what you were searching for. You just knew that things just became extremely difficult, especially between you, Mike and Marcus. You weren’t sure whether or not to say anything so you allowed silence to be your answer. As it always is.

“Let’s go back to Fletcher.”, Mike responded. You grabbed his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders so that he could have support. Mike followed after you and held onto his side. The walk back was extremely dreadful but the pieces were slowly coming together. 

Eventually, the three of you made it back to the building to see it completely destroyed. Dead bodies everywhere, people hurt, broken art, cops and the medics everywhere.

“Someone check Mike now.”, you demanded removing his arm from around you while guiding him to sit at the nearest chair. 

“I think he was shot.”, Marcus added, waving someone over. You watched as someone came over and started analyzing him. You cleared your throat due to the uncomfortable feeling that was occurring.

“I’m going to have bruises all over me tomorrow.”, you thought. 

“He’s all fine. He had a panic attack. Which can happen in these kind of…moments.”, the man replied, moving his stethoscope from Mike’s chest.

“Panic Attack? No. I didn’t. I’m fine.”, Mike replied, moving the guy out of his way.

“Mike, it's fine if you had one…we're all human.”, Marcus smiled following behind him. 

You whispered to the guy and thanked him, then trailed behind Marcus and Mike. You needed to get home and get cleaned up. 

“Guys drop me off.”

“We need to head over to the precinct and explain to Rita what just happened and allow Kelly and Dom to scan the code.”, Mike explained as he was getting into the car.

“I know but this is extremely urgent. Especially after what had just occurred. We are all probably marked, which means they probably know where we live.”, you explained shutting your door. “I’ll call and come to you guys.”

 You were terrified. You weren’t anywhere close to your house since Fletcher’s place was on the other side of the city. Which means by the time you get home and get the things you need. It’ll be dark and hard to see.

Marcus and Mike replied in agreement and took you home. You were silent the whole drive. Things have fallen out of place and now you and the boys are being targeted. You didn’t know what to think anymore and by the looks of it, a direct “plan” wouldn’t help. All you could think about was what Howard said in the video…

“Keep your eyes open…”

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 15 - Hit me on the head

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Some angst!

Hi again! Sorry a bit of a shorter chapter as the next one is quite long and I'm still fiddling around with the dialogue. Also...sorry for making Peter Q the bad guy...I don't know why that happens often in my fics hehe.

You sat in the car considering your options. Too far to walk home, especially at night by yourself. Too far to walk back to Peter’s – not that you’d want to, anyway. God, no.

You caught yourself replaying the events of what had happened with him and screwed your eyes shut. Not now. Leave that in a box for the time being, concentrate on getting home first.

You tried to pull up a mental map of the area in your mind, but you didn’t really know it well enough beyond the way back to Granny’s place and the fuzzy outline of everything else. You were pretty sure there was a gas station not too far from here that would surely let you call a tow or Wanda, but you weren’t sure of the exact direction it was in, and you didn’t want to set off the wrong way in the dark by yourself.

You got out of the car and popped the hood, trying to use the dim light of the nearby streetlamp to illuminate the inside. You attempted to fiddle with a few things, but the poor visibility and your limited knowledge of engines meant you didn’t get far. Everything ‘looked’ as it should…in the dark at least...so you sighed heavily as you admitted defeat and slumped back inside.

After running through every possibility, including hitchhiking (too murdery) and trying to push Sally a little to see if that nudged the engine (too superheroy), you got out of the car briefly and wandered down the road in both directions to see if you could find any signs of life – but there was only the occasional car in the distance, too far away to notice you, and the sounds of the interstate nearby.

Sally’s digital radio said it was 11pm and you accepted the best option you had was to camp out here for the night, then regroup when the sun came up. You would set off to find the gas station, maybe try flag a passing car to use their phone. It wasn’t ideal, but it was all you had.

Fortunately, you had a blanket and old hoody stashed in the trunk, so you splayed across the backseat and attempted to get yourself as comfortable as you could. You kicked off your heels and wrapped yourself up. You laid in the dark, stifling a derisive chuckle as you thought about how ridiculous this all was. Your body already pulsed from the discomfort of your position and the dinner from earlier felt heavy and acidic in your stomach. But you did your best to ignore it all, closing your eyes and hoping to catch at least a few hours of sleep.

*

You must’ve somehow drifted off as sometime later you were awoken by something. Your eyes blearily focused as your initial confusion cleared and you grimly remembered where you were. You couldn’t see the car’s clock from this angle, clueless as to what time it was.

You heard a noise, a loud hum that seemed to be getting closer. That must’ve been what woke you.

You sat up, groaning at the stiffness of your limbs as you wiped the condensation from the back passenger window and peered outside – finding nothing but darkness. It was still nighttime, you leaned over the seat and saw on the radio it was a little after midnight.

The humming noise was getting louder and louder, it sounded like a lawn mower…or a chainsaw. You couldn’t make sense of it. It felt familiar but you couldn’t place it in your sleepy haze. Groggily, you pressed your face to the glass as your brain caught up.

You saw it then, the bright light that illuminated the road and Sally as the noise became deafening, and you suddenly understood.

A headlight.

A motorcycle.

The bike came to a sudden stop in front of the car and the noise ceased, causing you to sit up sharply and check the doors were locked. You unsteadily shrank back under the blanket as a figure approached the car. Was that…?

“Sugar?” called the voice as the figure moved around the car, muffled through the window glass but still unmistakeable. “Is that you?”

“B-Bucky?” you croaked in surprise as he came into view, squinting as he shined his phone torch through the windows at you.

Relief flooded you as you saw him lean over and squint as he looked in, his face concerned and confused.

Thank God for that!

But your feeling of respite soured as embarrassment surged. As grateful as you were…why did it have to be him of all people? Even another member of the MC would’ve been fine, although you knew beggars couldn’t be choosers. You were still furious with him, still wounded by his earlier betrayal, and now here you were – intensely vulnerable and desperate for his help. You hated that he would now have this over you, that you had no choice but to lean on him.

But you did have a choice, even if it wasn’t the right one.

He knocked on the window, “Sugar? I was just passing saw Sally parked up. What’s going on? Are you alright? Did you break down?”

You turned away, mortified.

“Sug? Open up. I can help”.

“No…” you said quietly.

“What?”

“No!” you snapped, loud enough for him to hear. “Leave me alone, Bucky. I don’t want your help…”

“Sug…”

“No!” you shouted again, unable to stop the tears from falling. “I said no! I’d rather take my chances by myself”, your voice was shaky.

You knew you were being wholly unreasonable. But you couldn’t help it. After the night you’d had, how tired you were, you simply didn’t have the bandwidth to add him to the mix and ‘owe’ him this favour.

“You’re being ridiculous…this is stubborn even for you,” he chastised, “C’mon. You’re sleeping in your car on the side of a road miles from home, for fuck’s sake. Just open up. And what’s happened to your face…?” He paused, softening as he watched you through the glass, “Look…it’s not safe out here, let me help you”.

You frowned at his admonishment despite knowing he was right. You could go home! Help was right there! You were being a stubborn baby! You were drowning at sea, and someone had thrown you a life preserver!

But why did it have to be that person who found you, of all the 7.9 billion human beings on the planet?

Even in your worked up state you knew full well you were acting insanely, logic was not winning out.

“No! I’m still mad at you, and I’m always gonna be mad at you…” you scoffed childishly.

He exhaled in frustration, pressing his hand against the glass as he looked at you defeatedly. “Sug…”

You turned away from him fully, burying yourself under the blanket and trying to stifle your sobs.

“Okay…” he sighed, “Have it your way”.

You laid perfectly still, keeping your eyes shut and hoping to somehow skip all of this and get straight to morning. After a few minutes you peeked out, but Bucky was gone. You weren’t sure why you felt a faint glimmer of disappointment, as he’d done exactly what you asked him to, but today wasn’t a day of rational emotions. Thankfully, tomorrow would bring a new day. Maybe you’d be a little more sane by then.

Your eyelids weighed heavily as you settled back across the seats, and rest finally came.

[lionhanie]

han taesan ; end up here

maybe a tad angsty (taesan is an overthinker), fluff at end!, campus crush (he's literally in love with you), college au, reader is a baddie mhm yep yep

word count: 2.2k wtf

warnings: cursing, implied insecurity (taesan), alcohol usage, alcohol + weed mention, party setting, i'm literally so cliche but idgaf

this work is part of my boynextdoor as old 5sos songs series! ↳ if you want to listen to the song, here u go!

a/n: everyone rejoice... other members are mentioned >:D ok i lied. i tried to fit everyone in but it's mainly riwoo & leehan. and it felt wrong to find a way to include woonhak in a college party where there are Drugs and Alcohol buttttt hope u enjoy mwuwhuwhuh

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

taesan really didn’t want to go to this party, but riwoo and leehan had insisted it would be more fun than staying in his dorm room writing song lyrics the third weekend in a row. not that he doesn’t want to party, but he’d rather spend his time doing something he’s /actually/ interested in-- and right now, it doesn’t include making awkward small talk with strangers he will probably never see again in a sweaty led-lit room with mediocre music in the background. 

“taesan… come on! i understand that you love making music, but don’t you think it’s time to come out with us? just this once?” riwoo pleads with him, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. reluctantly, taesan spins around in his chair, turning to face his friend properly. 

“ah, i knew i shouldn’t have turned around. it’s so much easier to say no to you when i’m not looking at your face. put those puppy eyes away, i’ll go change.” he gives in a bit easier than he initially intended to, unable to hide his smile at the way riwoo does a dance of celebration at his successful convincing. 

leehan, currently leaning on the doorframe, chuckles at the sight. “i don’t think it’d be bad for you to go out with us from time to time,” he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before continuing his thought, “maybe you’ll find some more song inspiration while we're out.”

taesan rolls his eyes and ushers the two out of his room, quickly changing into one of his favorite shirts and fixing his hair in the mirror. after grabbing a couple of accessories and checking himself out in the mirror one last time, the trio make their way to the house in question. it’s only a party, it shouldn't be too bad... 

“wow, the weather’s perfect tonight.” leehan admires, hands in his pockets as they walk through campus, warmly lit by the streetlights scattered around. the crisp night air only seems to give taesan cold feet, as he feels the sudden urge to turn around and walk back to the laptop waiting for him in his dorm (despite being only a couple seconds away from their destination). almost expecting this to happen, riwoo stops in his tracks, causing taesan to bump into him.

riwoo crosses his arms, ready to give the best pep talk of his life. “i swear i can hear your thoughts. dude, don’t overthink this! it’s just another one of jaehyun’s parties, nothing crazy. we’re gonna have fun tonight!" riwoo frowns at taesan's doubtful expression. "leehan, help me out here.”

“i’m sure you’ll recognize at least half the people there. plus, you look cool.” leehan pats him on the back as a means of reassurance before putting his arm around taesan, practically dragging him through the door. 

upon entering, taesan is immediately reminded of the last time his two friends convinced him to go out with them-- it reeked of cheap weed, the music absolutely sucked, and to top it all off, someone spilled their mystery drink (?) all over his shirt. never again, he told himself that night.

but here he was, red solo cup in hand as he followed his two friends around while they greeted various people around the room. taesan actually could not recognize anyone else except his classmates, sungho and jaehyun, who were sitting on the couch against the wall. the concoction in his cup was barely touched, disgustingly sweet because of the various juices in it, and alcohol too strong to enjoy it in the slightest. maybe he should’ve stayed home.

“you walked in, everyone was asking for your name / you just smiled and told them trouble” 

“no way…is that y/n? y’know, i was convinced you’d never show up to one of my parties, but here you are!” jaehyun nearly jumps up from his place on the couch, hugging you at the entrance before shoving a cup full of who-knows-what into your hand. no way, indeed.

never did taesan think he would end up seeing his campus crush as close as he is now. this is crazy. he finds himself straightening his posture suddenly, even going as far as taking a big gulp of the drink in his hand, despite its unappealing taste. he'd noticed you early into the semester, finding you sitting with your friends out in one of the common areas outside his classes. he didn’t think much of it-- that is, until he kept seeing you. like, everywhere. he'd never admit it to himself, but he soon found himself looking forward to seeing you around. eventually, it got to the point where he started dressing a little nicer on the days he knew you’d be there, in hopes that you might notice him too. 

“i think some of your friends are here already, y/n. oh, a few of my friends from class came too, you'll love them!” jaehyun encourages you to introduce yourself on the spot. while slightly flustered, you look around the room with a smile as you wave to the various people.

“shit, how many friends do you have?” you joke, taking a sip from your cup before properly introducing yourself to a room full of, well, strangers. “nice to meet you everyone, i’m y/n!” you do a little twirl, which earns a couple whistles from around the room. taesan swore he felt the room brighten up with your arrival. your presence felt like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room full of people. he moves to take another gulp of his drink as the two of you lock eyes briefly, making him cough before he could properly swallow. 

“y/n…who’s that? you know them?” leehan questions from next to him, pointing his cup in the direction of the front door. taesan only hums and shakes his head ‘no’ in response, his eyes glued to you as you dance along with the friends you’d just greeted. 

“my head spins / i’m pressed against the wall just watching your every move / you’re way too cool / now you’re coming this way” 

despite his sudden reluctance to drink when he first got there, taesan found himself with a freshly replenished cup planted in his hand as he leaned against the wall. the alcohol was starting to get to him; he could definitely feel the buzz with the way the room felt like it got a couple degrees hotter. or maybe it was just you being there that was making him warmer than he was ten minutes ago. he was vaguely listening to the conversation his classmates were having next to him, but his eyes always found their way back to you. he’s seeing you in a completely different light. normally, he’d be one to briefly admire from afar as he walked out of his lecture hall; now, you’re here. 

and all of a sudden it’s a little too real, because what do you mean he gets to see you laugh and dance around with your friends…? you’re just supposed to be the campus crush he never gets the chance to make a move on. wait. this is his chance to make a move, isn’t it? oh god, what if he doesn’t get another opportunity like this to talk to you without looking like some weird dude who’s been looking at you across campus-

“how did we end up talking in the first place? / you said you liked my cobain shirt”

“cool shirt. kurt cobain, yeah?” oh shit. and now you’re in front of him. riwoo elbows taesan, which was his way of telling him ‘good luck.’ the action snaps him out of his thoughts, eyes widening ever so slightly before he clears his throat.

“yeah, it is. you know nirvana then?” he scratches the back of his head, noticing his friends moving their conversation away from the two of you out of his peripheral vision. he mentally curses them out, because now this conversation feels like he needs to make sure he doesn’t make a fool out of himself, and now there’s no one there to butt in and save him. 

“obviously! you can’t say you know kurt cobain if you don’t know who nirvana is.” you beam at him as you finish the drink you were holding in your hand. his campus crush listens to one of his favorite artists, surely this isn’t real.

“taesan,” he blurts out, “i’m taesan, by the way. and you are..?” he waits for your response, as if your name wasn’t the only thing floating in his mind the second jaehyun welcomed you inside. (this is his attempt of being nonchalant btw)

“i’m y/n!” you look down at your empty cup briefly before looking around the room aimlessly. “do you want to get out of here?”

“what? you want to… leave?” with him? like this? now he’s almost sure this is some sort of prank or something. he’s taken aback at the bold request, clearly confused at what the hell is going on.

“it’s hot in here. and loud. you don’t want to step outside for a minute?” you placed your cup down on a random table, already making your way towards the door. you look at taesan, extending out your hand for him to grab so you can drag him through the crowd. 

oh, you just want to get some fresh air. okay. that makes a lot more sense. he’s glad the lighting is so bad in there, as he’s almost certain his ears are red as he looks at your waiting hand. he mimics your actions, putting his cup down on the counter before finally placing his hand in yours and letting you lead the way. 

“now we’re walking back to your place / you’re telling me how you love that song about living on a prayer” 

the two of you sit side by side on the curb outside the house, slowly getting more used to each other as you go on about random topics-- first, it was music... then clothes... eventually turning into a never-ending stream of conversation topics neither of you wanted to put an end to. he’s in awe of the situation he’s currently in: you look so beautiful under the streetlights, and you keep laughing at his jokes, and maybe the weather really is perfect tonight, just as leehan said earlier.

...taesan doesn’t exactly know how he finds himself sitting on your living room floor, but he vaguely remembers you complaining about how your outfit was too uncomfortable and you desperately needed to change. he instinctively offers to walk you back to your apartment to get some comfier clothes on; you even offer him one of your bigger hoodies for him to change into. it was still a little small for his liking, but he accepts your kind gesture happily.

much to his satisfaction, the conversation never dies. hours pass as you two continue talking about anything and everything. the things you miss from your hometowns, embarrassing childhood stories, outrageous things you've witnessed at past parties you've been to-- and it all flows so naturally. taesan swears he is in love, because even though he was lucky enough to find a great group of friends at uni, he’d never clicked with someone like this so fast, let alone the person he's been crushing on for weeks now. 

“my friends say i should lock you down / before you figure me out and you run away / but you don’t and you won’t / as you kiss me and you tell me that you’re here to stay” 

taesan is disappointed when he wakes up. damn it, he knew it was a dream. he blinks a couple times before reaching for his phone on his nightstand, only to be met with… carpet? and you, his campus crush, the person he spent the entire night talking to until you both eventually fell asleep on the apartment floor next to each other, laying on the carpet two feet away from him. sitting up almost immediately, he covers his mouth in disbelief as he takes in the situation, desperately looking for where his phone is without making too much noise.

→ 6 missed texts from The Boyz groupchat! riwoo: taesanieeee did u go back to the dorm without telling us :(  leehan: Wasn’t he talking to y/n? leehan: Check outside sungho: yeah, he’s still out there talking to them sungho: leave him be lmao jaehyun: actually? this isn’t really y/n’s type of crowd jaehyun: i’m surprised they haven’t gone home yet LOL keep up the good work taesan ;)

he puts his phone down on the floor, letting out a sigh as he places his head in his hands. oh god, and they’re already on him about this. he can’t help but let the last message jaehyun sent get to his head. not your crowd, huh? yeah, makes sense. after all, you shone so bright last night, it’s only reasonable for them to think that you probably wouldn’t get along with a guy who practically hugged the wall the whole time.

“he’s just trying to psych you out, you know.” you ran your hands through your hair as you stretch, taesan’s phone in hand. he shoots up immediately, in shock at the realization that you were awake and that you read the texts on his phone. “sorry for taking a peek at your groupchat, was just curious about what had you sulking so early in the morning.” you pass it back to him, his cheeks visibly flushed in embarrassment; the sunlight shining through the blinds only illuminating his current flustered state further. 

“i wasn’t planning on coming to the party last night, by the way. i only showed up because he told me you’d be there. you think i haven’t noticed you around campus too?” you smile at him from your place on the floor, moving over to give him a peck on the cheek. he thinks it’s insane how charming you can get, even if you just woke up. “stop worrying so much-- i’m here to stay, taesan. only if you treat me to breakfast though.” 

taesan doesn’t exactly know how he ended up here, but he was almost certain he'd found his new muse.

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[swappingforgood]

Missing it Already part 2

Still enjoying the effects of my orgasm, I go to Larry’s bedroom to see his large mattress and lay down. Letting my hands explore every inch of my new form. I’m still in shock, and honestly, being Larry for a week is not the worst thing ever. Day Three was not bad as I went to work and saw Larry in my body who was wearing gym clothes. "Oh, hey Boss,” Larry said as he greets me. I couldn’t help but notice how clean my house was, but I mean it would make sense since Larry is a cleaner. “Did…you clean this up by yourself?” I asked as I sit my larger frame on the couch. “I sure did. I had time after work and honestly figured you could use the break, so I decided to do both of our jobs,” Larry said as he walks around in my body. It’s kinda weird to hear my body sound so happy and cheery and full of energy. He then joins me on the couch and holds my hand. “Boss, you have been so kind to me that I really hope you get to relax in my body. Take the next few days off. I’ll see you on day 7; where will we swap back, okay?” Larry said as he ushered me outside my own home, but I didn’t think too hard about it. Honestly, he is right; I deserve a break. After going to my apartment and feeding my hungry body, I used my typical gay dating apps, but the only people who were interested were guys who looked like me, well, Larry. Bummed out, I didn’t let that stop me as I met up with this one twinkling only for him to ghost me and call me a fat slob. It made me upset because obviously I’m not a fat slob; Larry’s body is fat, not me. However, I find personal pleasure with myself, and on day 7, I go to my mansion and I’m greeted by Larry, who was wearing a robe and underwear. Showing off my hard-worked body and salt and pepper hair. “Hey boss, come on in, let’s celebrate,” Larry said as we share some drinks and discuss our weeks. I couldn’t help but let the alcohol talk for me as I mentioned his choice of attire. “Larry, why do you have my body dressed like that?” I said with a drunken slur as he moves closer to me and puts his hands on my belly. “I’m going to miss this body, so I figured, why not, and plus, you like what you see?” Larry said with my voice, which turned me the heck on, and he noticed it. Next thing I know, he is between my larger legs and we are grinding our cocks together as he whispers, “Do you miss this body?”. I moan in response, “I do; I missed it every day. I loved being in your body, but I miss mine,” Larry chuckles as he lowers our underwear and places his cock against my fat ass. “Let’s have sex as each other, please?” He said with a grin that I didn’t notice due to being drunk. I moaned as I felt my fat ass getting fucked by my former cock and Larry moans. “Can I call you Larry while I fuck you?” He says, and I nod in approval, giving into my desires. “Oh yes boss, fuck my fat body,” I say in a desperate tone as Larry grins and whispers into my ear. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Larry,” and it drives me over the edge. I feel my small cock spurt all over my stomach as I feel the warmth of the seed of my former cock filling my ass. As we lay down together and catch our breath, I ask. “That was amazing; you did good using my body like that, but can we swap back now?” Larry stays quiet as he gets up and grabs the amulet he kept by the bedside, and in a dark tone, he told me to touch it just like before, but nothing happened. I looked in utter shock as I noticed Larry had a massive grin on his face. "Whoops, did I forget to mention? If the swapped people have sex, then the swap would be permanent." I hold onto the amulet tightly and plea. “No, this can’t be happening. Larry, why didn’t you tell me?” “My name is not Larry anymore, you fat loser. It’s Michael, but to you, it’s sir. Now put on your clothes and get to work.” 

[dearsnow]

I’D HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT

- you still think about the man that broke your heart years later. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x gn!/fem!reader, pure angst (sorry))

word count: 719

a/n - writing angst scratches a part of my writing urges that nothing else can fill lol. i prefer reading fluff, but writing is another story- funny, huh? anyways, enjoy. here’s to writing that doesn’t have a happy ending <3

When your boyfriend was deployed the first time, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. It was just a few months, right?

You wrote letters, and you sent emails, and you called just enough to whet your taste for his voice before he was pulled away. You’d do anything for Bradley Bradshaw, and he knew it.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” His words fell from his mouth and shattered on your floor like broken glass. You felt a lump form in your throat, choking you. He was saying the one thing you never wanted to hear. “You know how my job is. I’d never be able to treat you like you deserve. I’m sorry, but we have to break it off.”

A stinging set off behind your eyes, clouding your vision and pulling your eyes down to the floor. You could wait. You would take the crumbs of him that he offered like a starved animal, no matter how long you went without food. Didn’t he understand that you’d have waited lifetimes? That you loved him more than you’ve loved anything? You needed him like air, but he needed you like solid ground; if he was in the water, he could survive without you.

“But I love you,” you protested, “I’d wait.”

He shook his head. He loved you too, and that’s why he left you to fend for yourself.

It took three years for you to find someone else, two years for you to marry them, and one more before you had your first child. She was four when you had your second, a boy. He’s three now.

Twelve years. It took twelve years for Bradley to finally leave your mind. You’re reorganizing your old things, discarding everything from your life before your family. That’s when you happen upon a letter you wrote so long ago it seems like a distant dream, yet so fresh in your mind that you can recite a few lines by memory.

Dear Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,

I will always love you.

You’re my Achilles heel. I want you so desperately it burns, it burns my throat and my eyes and my heart. I don’t think I can get over that kind of burn.

I’ll move on, though, as I’m sure that’s what you wanted for me. I’ll marry someone. I’ll have children. I’ll have that white picket fence suburban dream, the one where your new neighbors bake you brownies and the sun is just a little too hot all the time. I’ll have a stable life, a nice one. I’ll have a pool and a two-story house. I might even get a dog or three for my kids to play with– a golden retriever trio that came from the same stray litter.

But if you came to me, walked up to my home, and smiled at me through the window, it would be like nothing ever changed. I’m terrified even now that I’ll say your name when my boyfriend wraps his arms around my waist. If you asked me to leave with you, to turn in my divorce papers and lose custody of the children I’ll eventually have, I’d have to think about it. I would have to think about leaving everything I’ve built to elope with you.

What scares me is that I would probably end up doing it.

So, I hope I never see you again, because I don’t want to have to break the hearts of those who love me. And I also hope that if you knock on my door, I’ll have the strength to close it.

Yours truly,

The One Who Would Have Waited.

You set the envelope down on your desk with watery eyes. The worst part about finding the slightly crumpled letter is that it still rings true after all this time, even after you told yourself it held no weight. You’ll forget about the letter eventually, you tell yourself. You’ll forget about the person written in black ink, too.

You have a good life, no one can doubt that. You tell yourself that nothing could be better. But when you think about the love of your life, you don’t think about the person you married.

You think about the man with a mustache who broke your heart so many years ago.

[lovezbrownies]

I will literally run over my dog (no I won’t I love her too much) for some more Lauren writing.

I NEED IT!!!!! 😭😭

-poopyhead🤪

Confessions after aggressions (Yan!Bully x GN!Reader.)

Hello dear poopyhead! hope you enjoy :3 this fic is almost 2.3k words! Sorry it took me a week to get this out! Blew my money on legos and I can only write when I have a drink in hand ;;

Masterlist

Synopsis: What happens when your lifetime bully who is madly in love with you catches someone trying to hit on you?

Bully Lauren McCanister x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Bullying, verbal harassment, darling being hit on by a third party, threats, physical fight kinda!, darling's scared of Lauren, Lauren goes off, Lauren kisses darling without consent smh Lauren, fuck used a lot, degrading words against women used by Lauren, again smh Lauren, mildly cute at the end, No use of y/n

“Hey, if you don’t come to my game today I’ll make sure you regret it, and wear this. And you better fucking wear it. Either wear it once today or I’ll force it on you this entire month. Fucking weirdo.”

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation, out in the cold night, wearing your bully's jersey jacket she insists you wear, and watching that same bully carry her team to a win. It’s been going on for a while, you don’t know what the rules of football are, and you’ve never really been into many sports. Sure maybe you’ve watched a few games or liked a certain team but you never truly got into it, and you don’t think you ever will.

Lauren reserved you a seat at the very front of the school’s stadium, next to the team’s benches or whatever they call them. So whenever there’s a pause to the game Lauren can easily go up to the benches, rest, and talk with you. More like constantly begging you for praise.

“Look at that, the loser came, what did you think? Obviously, you thought I was cool, right? Well, that’s a no-brainer, you don’t know anything about football so you’d think anything I did was cool. Oh, you’re such a fucking freak! You want me so bad it makes you look stupid! You were staring at me sweating and heaving the entire time right you, weirdo?”

It’s always the same, she’s been participating in more sports lately since it’s her senior year but it was torture to attend every game of hers so she doesn’t give you hell later on. Lauren’s games never ceased to bore you, constantly watching her carry her team to a win every single damn game gets tiring fast. And if you dare look away to entertain yourself Lauren will purposefully fumble the game just so she can confront you for not paying attention to her faster. 

So when Lauren finally had the chance to take a break and take a sip from her water bottle you told her you’d be going to the bathroom, and her one response was “Don’t take too long.” Thank heavens. You couldn’t hold it anymore, and again if you left without telling her she would leave the field herself and chase after you, her team either winning by an inch or losing wholeheartedly.

Along the way, you saw many people skirt away from the stadium's seats to get food, and beverages, or to go to the bathroom. It was half-time, or whatever they call their little break, after all. You felt someone watch you as you walked to the bathrooms, but every time you looked around there wasn’t a single person looking in your direction, though your guts told you not to, you brushed it off and continued heading towards the gender-neutral bathroom the school’s stadium has. They mostly made it to save costs on individual bathrooms for specific genders.

You finished with your business in the stall, the moment you stepped out of said stall however a tall woman wearing the rival school’s merch stood right in front of you, blocking the way and effectively stopping you from moving anywhere.

You look up at the woman, she looks about your age with brown hair and eyes, nothing of note in her appearance. She looked down at you, smirking as if she were an almighty god. You raise a brow, trying to seem as uninterested as possible, to avoid giving her the wrong idea, “Can I help you?” Somehow the woman’s cocky smirk only widened as she reached a hand out to you, going out to grab your face.

“Was watchin’ ya earlier, wanted to ask if you’re singl-” Just as her hand grazed your chin you harshly slapped it away, grabbing a few people’s attention but no one wanted to anger the tall brunette. Yet the woman seemed to take your slap as an invitation, moving even closer almost pushing you back into the stall. And move back you did, trapping you with the woman in the cramped stall, with your legs pressing harshly onto the toilet seat and the woman’s arms reaching out to the stall’s walls.

She smiled so wide it resembled a horror character, her eyes filled with lust, the woman leaned down towards you, she was drunk you could tell from the overwhelming smell of her breath, “Hey! Back off! Get the fuck away from me!” You pushed and pushed as much as you could but that only enticed her, “Nah, need a cutie like you to hang off ma arm~” 

Just then the smell of alcohol and sweat disappeared and a loud crash was heard, “YOU GOT A DEATH WISH FRESHMAN?!?!” Is that Lauren? Oh, that definitely is Lauren, You peek out the stall to find the woman lying on the floor, looking up at Lauren, face full of fear, “Who the fuck are yo-” The lady couldn’t even finish her sentence as Lauren grabbed her by the hair, easily lifting the woman off the floor just by pulling at the hair of her scalp.

You couldn’t predict what had happened then, you heard Lauren threaten the woman, cussing her out in the most colorful ways with a low voice, “I’m going to fucking end your life, you fucking dickwad. You are nothing but a pile of shit compared to my baby, you don’t touch my sweetheart and think you can get away with it, fucking slut! You will pay for what you did. Keep one eye open when you’re sleeping, you dirty whore!” And much more that you missed. Lauren looked beyond angry, she looked like a feral rabid dog.

It was completely horrifying to witness the unbridled rage of Lauren McCanister. Your entire life you thought you’d been the only one to be relentlessly bullied by her, the only one who truly witnessed how insane she can get. But you were entirely incorrect, watching how tight Lauren’s grip is with the woman’s hair, how she yelled and spit on the woman, how she harshly pushed the woman against the floor, a loud crack came from the woman’s head making you cringe from how painful it sounded.

Lauren shifted her head towards you, staring at you like she was a predator in a horror movie before swiftly moving to you, taking two long strides to finally reach you, grabbing your hand she growled, “Good fucking thing you’re smart enough not to accept her shit. Else I’d make sure you never think of another woman ever again. Let’s get out of here, this place is full of morons anyway.” Lauren, with no regard to your own personal wishes, proceeded to pull you out of the bathrooms, people stared at the both of you as she led you to the underground car park.

You could barely breathe, fearful of what the monster would do to you. Will she hurt you? Are you done for? Should you quickly send a text to everyone you love? Was all that studying in vain? Are you already dead? Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a cushy seat beneath you, the sound of a car door slamming, and then the roar of a car engine. Snapping out of your daydreams you look to the side, at Lauren. She still looked furious, though calmer than before. She was still muttering under her breath, her hands gripped at the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were entirely white.

“...ng loser, fucking idiot, fucking whore… Going after what’s mine? I’ll show her… my poor baby…” McCanister wouldn’t stop muttering, and you couldn’t stop shaking, she then drove the car off, you have no clue where you’re going. Maybe she’s already dug up your grave? Today really is your last day as a living person, maybe you can haunt this asshole in the afterlife? If there is one at least. It hit you that she will make sure you'll be in pain when she does kill you, there is no quick and painless with Lauren, only slow and torturous.

Suddenly you flinch at the hand that had grabbed your thigh, damn near screaming out in fear, “The fuck are you shivering for? Did that hillbilly bitch scare you that bad? God damn, I’m going to kill her for doing all that to you, my angel…” Angel? What the hell is up with her today? First she ‘defends’ you from that woman, and now that you think of it, all she’s been calling you so far are very affectionate pet names. Sure, she’s called you these types of nicknames before but in a more degrading form, hearing it now… It felt much more intimate than before.

You stare at her from the corner of your eyes, not daring to move a single muscle, hoping she somehow forgets your existence if you don’t move. Lauren had calmed down quite a bit now, it’s been a while on the road and you still had no idea where she was taking you, the roads were unfamiliar to you and even if you wanted to you couldn’t tell which road you’d know due to the fear overcoming your body. You decided to look down for the rest of the ride to not incur her wrath anymore.

It then clicks. The game’s still not over, they’re still playing, and the team’s golden ticket was driving a car to your grave. Lauren was still wearing her uniform and all, her headgear haphazardly thrown to the back of her expensive car, she even still has her team’s colors painted on her face. You don’t know the consequences of her bailing on the game, but you know she’ll be able to get out of it one way or another. Either by bringing her mom up or by bribing the coach into forgiving her. But all in all Lauren seemed more upset about what happened in the bathroom than her bailing on her game.

“Hey. Come on, stop daydreaming and get out.” Lauren’s voice was rough after she screamed at that woman. Turning towards the driver’s seat you didn’t see her there, the hell? Where did she go? Wait was it all a drea- “Over here, moron, god you’re so stupid. Or is it because that bitch rattled you to stupidity? Don’t worry, I’ll gut her soon.” Lauren said again, but this time you could tell she was speaking from your side, you looked over to find the door to the passenger’s seat was open and Lauren stood firm, her arms crossed and her face unreadable. Lauren reached a hand out to you, “Come on.” She said.

You didn’t want to grab her hand, who knows what she’d do to you if you did, so you tried to leave the car without her help, but before you could even put one foot out the door, Lauren pushed you back down, “Take my hand.” And you did, although hesitantly. Lauren, like some gentleman, pulled you up, helping you out of her ridiculously expensive car. You heard her mutter something for what felt like the 50th time this night, “God... still shivering.. to kill that freak…” Why in god’s name do you only manage to hear her murder plots when she mutters.

You look at the house Lauren parked at, it had the normal suburban house structure but was surrounded by much richer, fancier houses. Was it Lauren’s house? Knowing Lauren you’d thought she’d have a bigger, grander, fancier house. Your thoughts and speculations didn’t have to go on for long since Lauren spoke up as if she’d heard your every thought. “This is my house, from now on you’re going to come over every weekend, got it?” You turned to her, face full of disbelief. That ridiculous sentence completely woke you up from your fear, is she kidding? As if you’d spend two days and two nights trapped in her house, with satan and its spawn.

It all felt like a joke really, none of it felt real, so you laughed like anyone in this situation would. “Y-you’re kidding, right? You hate me! I hate you! We shouldn’t even be near each other for an hour, no less two days!”And you kept laughing, damn near falling to the floor from how stupid this situation is. A slow chuckle came out of the lady in front of you, looking back up at her you wiped away the fake tears, but oh how fast your smile fell. Lauren wasn’t chuckling because she realized how ridiculous she was being, she chuckled to get your attention. She looked beyond pissed, as if she’d strangle you if she so wished.

Lauren walked closer to you and you walked back until your back unfortunately met with the car behind you. Lauren placed one hand on your hip, and the other took hold of your chin, “H-Hey I-I was j-just kiddi-” You were silenced. Lauren crashed her lips into yours before you could utter another word. Shock filled every part of your body, you were frozen still. Unable to react to this sudden change of events, one moment she was openly threatening death on one person, and the next she’s passionately kissing the person she’s been relentlessly bullying. The strangest part is you could see her blushing, her eyes squeezed shut, while yours were still wide open.

Just as you were about to pull away she beat you to it, she was looking down at you all flustered, face so red it made a mockery of tomatoes, and her face paint was smudged. “You better know what this means. You’re mine from now on, you will be mine until we both die. I-I’ve never lov… Fuck, whatever let’s get in the house a-and makeout or something…” 

The rest of the night was fuzzy, but all you know for sure is that Lauren never let you leave her side.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey, like your story. Can you do a story about the reader is a gardener in the mansion. Donna has been observing her for years and has developed a romantic feelings for her. Inorder to get her closed and win her love, she promoted her to be her maid, an excuse to get close to her. The reader is oblivious and thinks that her mistress is being really kind to her so in turn she gave her, her loyalty. Donna is upset that she doesn't get the idea so she started to flirt with her. The reader felt uncomfortable and one time she asked her mistress on why she's acting this way. Donna got embarrassed then confessed her feelings to the reader then kisses her. Reader is surprised and kisses back, then she told her that she feels the same way. Donna wanted to know when she started to develop feelings for her, READER said it's when she was promoted to being a maid. After that they started their relationship and lived with each other happily. Reader still continues to work at the mansion but Donna helps her around the house as an excuse to spend some time with her.

Yess!!! Here it is!!! Thank you for your request, I hope you like it (And I hope you don't mind I wrote it with Donna's POV, I thought it was interesting) Sorry about the language mistakes :)))

I need you to love me

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Gardener! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mental health issues, slightly dark themes, Donna’s POV, Donna being Donna, insecurities

Word count: 5,946

Summary:  I didn’t believe in love, but your smile made me think otherwise

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

My steps were slow, but determined, my breathing was still normal, I could control it. I don't know when I got used to leaving the house every afternoon. As I walked around the grounds, I couldn't stop smiling. I was shaking, not because of the cold, but because of the excitement of reaching that place, of stopping imagining you and being able to see you.

I have been serving Mother Miranda for so many years that to remember my life before that was difficult for me. I guess that's because I've always been like that, with, or without Cadou. Nothing had changed. Nothing had made me stop seeing my house as a safe place, and solitude as my most faithful ally.

Maybe getting rid of Josef was a bad idea, or maybe it was the best idea ever. I couldn't say it. I just wanted to know if I was as powerful as my siblings said. But fate is capricious and the lack of a gardener was a problem for my experiments. At least that's what I used to say to calm myself down. It was better not to think of flowers as a silent company, it was better not to think that their colors, their smells, were the only thing that prevented me from seeing everything gray.

I shouldn't care, I didn't have to care. I’m a Lord, I’m the story that a mother tells her child to make it fall asleep. I’m the terror that waits in the darkness, I’m... I’m a monster.

But even a horrible monster like me needed some help. I didn't want an army of maids, or a test subject. I was always quite simple. Power was never one of my ambitions, at least until I met you.

(Y/N), that was your name. You came of your own, without being afraid of what I could do. I know you knew it. I know you knew what happened to the poor unfortunate souls who dared to disturb my solitude. You knew it, but you came, sure of yourself, saying you had something that I needed, that I wanted.

No human being had anything I wanted, you should have known, (Y/N).

You said you knew how to take care of flowers, you knew how to make the garden shine. Did you want to be like Josef? Poor and innocent (Y/N), you just didn't know how he ended up.

No, you didn't know, or you didn't care.

I fought with all my might to be rational, to not take out all my frustrations on you. If you only knew the pleasure that to see you in my mind, rushing down the waterfall, gave me. Surely you would have fled, you would never have returned.

I would have liked to tell you that I didn't need you but... For some reason, I started to think otherwise. Your ability was quite curious, as was your appearance. Curiosity was the only word that came to my mind when I was looking at you.

Over time, I became fond of getting closer to where you were. I was looking for an excuse, a reason to make you disappear. I wanted my solitude, I wanted it back. I didn't need to see your stupid smile, even if I was the one who started looking for it.

But joy is a contagious emotion. You smiled at me, and I smiled back. You couldn't see me, but I saw you, I couldn't stop seeing you. Day, night, summer, winter…

Time passed and your smile didn't disappear, neither did mine. What was happening to me? Why after so many years I had a reason to smile? I tried to ignore it, really, (Y/N), I tried.

I tried to ignore the fact that my mind stopped tormenting me for a few moments, just to draw your smile, your beauty.

Love is an artificial construction, an invention of human beings to have something to fight for. I used to think that way. I used to think love wasn't real, that it was just a trick of the subconscious and that it confused people to make them believe that their loved one had something they needed.

Eat, drink, sleep... Those were the true needs of a human being. Loving was not necessary, you could not die for lack of love. I was sure of that, until I met you.

Tachycardia, discomfort, confused mind... It seemed like an illness, a serious one. Every time I saw you, my soul seemed to want to leave my body. Was it love?

I looked for a remedy. I swear I looked for a remedy to make that tremor, to make that pain disappear. None of the plants you cared for were of any use to me. Only you managed to appease my spirit. I wish I could have avoided it, I wish, after so many years my heart would stop beating so hard when I look at you.

All the times I think about you, the times I dream that you hug me at night, the feeling of imagining your gaze very close to mine, your lips very close to mine, so close that they almost seemed to collide… Oh, Gods, I wanted them to collide. Why, when my mind abandoned its sanity, I could only sob your name? I didn't need you. I didn't need your arms surrounding my body. I didn't need your voice calming my demons. I didn't need it, you didn't have something my body craved. You didn't have it.

“Oh, wow, hi, Donna,” you said, scared when you saw me behind you. I couldn't tell how long I had been staring at you, lost in thought.

“Hello,” I said, clearing my throat, noticing that cold sweat running down my forehead. At least you couldn't look at me. You couldn't see my stupid smile.

You stood up from the ground, shaking the dirt off your hands. My presence should be disturbing to you, you should fear my presence.

“Look, I've taken care of all those weeds,” you told me, pointing to a pile of plants in the corner.

You always do it. You always make the bad things disappear. You always make the thorns not eclipse the beauty of a rose, could you do the same with me? Could you be able to take away my darkness? To tear it from my body like those weeds?

“Good job,” I said quietly. Normally a random girl like you wouldn't have the right to hear my voice, you should consider yourself privileged, (Y/N), or at least realize that it means you're important to me. Are you?

“Ugh, it's been a crazy day,” you sighed, taking off your gloves and leaving them on a pile of firewood. You're not even terrified of turning your back on me. Don't you know how dangerous I am? “I have taken care of the gardenias, apparently they were sick with aphids, and when I thought it couldn't get worse, it turns out that...”

I wasn't listening to you, (Y/N), I didn't care about gardenias. I couldn't do anything but get lost in your voice, to study each of your movements to remember them when the nightmares torment me, to be able to see your hand reaching out to me to take me out of hell.

“But hey, it doesn't matter, how about you?” You asked, like every day.

What did you want me to tell you? Did you want to know I spent the day thinking about you? You wouldn't want to hear that.

I shrugged. You should be used to it.

“Wait, where’s Angie?” You asked, looking around for any sign of my doll.

At what point did I forget about Angie?

I couldn't live without that doll. I needed to feel that I was protected in some way, that Angie would come to my aid if the words refused to come out of my mouth. I needed her, but I forgot about her. Your smile made me forget about Angie. I hope you were proud.

“She's at home,” I said in a low voice, wiping the sweat from my hands on my dress. If you thought I would tell you that I forgot about her because I wanted to be with you, you could sit and wait, (Y/N).

“I see. This cold is even unbearable for her, right?” You joked, with a polite smile. Are you questioning me? No I don’t think so. “Would you like some tea?”

Before she could say anything, my body moved on its own, making me nod slowly. Your smile graced your face again, pleased by my silent response.

“Sorry about the mess,” you said nervously, removing a pile of junk from the table before elegantly offering me a chair. Oh, right, I forgot that I was your lady, a Lord, a dangerous one.

I sat slowly, looking at the old cabin. I asked myself in which corner you would spend the time when I was not with you. Did you like to read? What did you occupy your thoughts when the flowers were already taken care of? I wanted to know so many things... And at the same time I wished I didn't want to know them. I didn't want more reasons, more imaginary scenarios in my head.

“Here, it's hot,” you said kindly, placing a small cup in front of me. I recognized that cup. Josef also used to offer me some tea. Thinking that you could end up like him didn't sound so fun anymore, it stopped doing a long time ago.

I shook my head to thank you while you searched the small kitchen for something. It looked like a tray.

“Look, I made cookies. Well, I tried to,” you commented amused, showing me that kind of strange, deformed things. “They look horrible, but I promise you they are good.”

Oh, I understood instantly, did you want to poison me?

“I didn't know you cooked,” I whispered, taking one of those cookies and observing it, looking for the trace of the poison you had put in them. You were an idiot, (Y/N), you couldn't fool me.

“Well, saying that I cook is perhaps exaggerating…. I survive,” you joked again, sitting in front of me and eating one of those... Things.

Assuring you that you didn't want to kill me, I bit into one. Vanilla, did you like vanilla?

“You haven't sifted the flour,” I said, crumbling the rest to check its texture, still suspicious. It was nothing personal, (Y/N). I couldn't trust anyone, not even you.

“Sorry, sif... What?” You asked curious. Great, now I had to explain something as basic as that to you.

“The flour must be sifted, (Y/N). If not, it clumps together and spoils the dough,” I explained, with your eyes looking at me attentively. Sometimes I could feel them piercing my veil, could they really do that?

“Oh really? Wait, I'll write it down,” you said hastily, taking notes in a small notebook.

Not knowing what I was looking at gave me an advantage, I could know what you had written. I could see what your handwriting was like. Just as I thought, a disaster.

“Sift the flour... Okay,” you said satisfied, leaving the pen on the table and looking at me embarrassed. As time went by I began to understand your looks, you still hid so many secrets from me. I wanted to know them all.

“You don't know how to do it, do you?” I asked, smiling involuntarily again.

“I have no idea,” you said, hiding your blush behind the cup of tea.

“Do you have a strainer?” I asked getting up from the chair, passing by you. I didn't need to explain it to you, that cabin was still mine. Everything was mine, even you, even if you didn't know it.

“I think, I think so,” you stammered, searching through the drawers of the old kitchen. “This?”

I nodded, taking the metal object and a small bowl that was nearby.

“Wait,” you said, putting a hand on my shoulder when I was about to add the flour. I was doing you a favor and you were protesting. I didn't understand you. I didn't understand why I even bothered to help you. Maybe if I was useful to you maybe you could... Love me? I think I was rambling.

From a nearby hook, you grabbed an apron, and without even asking me, fastened it around my waist. I couldn't describe the feeling I felt when you were so close, when your hands surrounded my waist without touching it. I started to think you were torture. You came closer and I couldn't touch you.

I wanted to scream, to grab your hands so you could hug me. I had to fight with that stupid impulse.

“That way you don't get stained,” you said, with your hands on your hips. You must have seen something strange in my body, maybe you noticed my heavy breathing, maybe my heart was beating so hard that even you could hear it. “Well, you know… The flour is white, your dress is black and…”

I nodded so you would stop babbling, staring at me. Please stop looking at me... Wanting to forget the air that moved your body was so close to mine, I began to manipulate the flour under your attentive gaze. You even seemed innocent, it seemed like you weren't breaking my heart without even realizing it.

“Okay...” You said nodding, approaching me again. “It seems easy.”

“It's easy, (Y/N),” I said, shaking the flour from my hands. Sometimes I believed that fate was against me. That white powder reached your face, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Achoo!” You sneezed, raising a white cloud around us. “Oh, wow, I…”

Your look was worried, but it wasn't hard to see the amusement in your eyes. Naturally, my entire body was covered in flour. I knew you were laughing at me, but in such a shameless way. Embarrassed and confused, I brushed off what I could of my dress. I should have gotten angry, punished you, but I didn't, I just stared at you, I wanted... I wanted to know what your laugh sounded like.

“I'm sorry,” you said, lowering your head and gently patting my dress. “I have made a mess on your dress.”

That damn white powder got through the little holes in my veil, making me cough too. Maybe it wasn't an accident. Maybe that was your intention.

Wanting to be free of that discomfort, I moved the black cloth away from my face. Your smile, your presence made me forget about something as important as Angie, and also, also my wish to you never be able to see my face. That was the last thing I wanted. You would never love me if you saw how I look. Never, never, never…

When I realized that the black cloth was in my hands, my entire body tensed. I was about to panic. I noticed how my sanity was slipping through my fingers, how the voices in my head began to whisper horrible things to me, things that I didn't want to do.

Finish her, she hates you, Donna, everyone hates you, Donna, you're a monster...

“Wait, let me help you,” you said with a soft voice, not being able to take your eyes off me. Help me to what? To kill you?

The voices faded when I felt something warm in my hand, yours, holding it, preventing my desire to kill you from overpowering the desire to love you. You were a gardener, why was your skin so damn soft?

My gaze slowly rose to yours, knowing that this was the last thing I needed to make a decision, to make you disappear from my life, although my heart was screaming at me not to do it, to look into your eyes.

Your other hand rose to my face and I stepped back reflexively. I couldn't run away from you, your soft and warm hand made me stay in the same place, made me want to stay in the same place.

“That's it, that's it,” you whispered, running a hand through the bangs that hid my deformity. “You know what? I imagined you differently.”

Those words caused my mind to echo those voices again. I played with the veil in my hand, not knowing if I should put it back on, or on the contrary, strangle you with it. Just thinking about it made my stomach turn.

“What did you imagine?” I asked abruptly, bringing my panic attack to light. You smiled, unfazed by my nervous state.

“Well, I thought you were blonde,” you said calmly, taking the veil from my hand and putting it on my head again. Your hands weren't shaking, your eyes weren't terrified. You were hiding very well, huh?

“Blonde?” I asked confused. Didn't you think I was horrible? Did you think I was blonde? What kind of macabre joke made me love you so much?

You nodded with a sigh, brushing some flour off my shoulder.

“I...” I whispered, moving away from you, moving away for my own sake, and yours. “Tha, thanks for the tea,” I said, leaving the cabin almost running, wanting to disappear as soon as possible.

“You're welcome...” I heard you sigh when I cowardly ran away.

“Angie, I think I'm going crazy,” I said, sitting on the couch, already in the safety of my house.

“You mean even crazier?” The doll asked, climbing onto my lap. I shook my head, sobbing out of helplessness. Not for thinking that you would never love me, but for knowing that you were not there with me.

“You're not helping me,” I protested, bringing my hands to my face, feeling that horrible deformity that separated me from normality, that separated me from you...

“What should I do? I... I love her...” I said, letting out my frustration, being aware of what my feelings were, of what the reason was for not being able to stop seeing your smile.

“I don't know, I'm just a doll,” the puppet said, shrugging her shoulders. “Why don't you ask the girls? Maybe they know what to do.”

“Yes, they'll tell me to forcibly kidnap her and...” I said pushing Angie away from my body, shaking my head as an idea began to resonate among all my torments. “Wait, that's...”

“Oh...” Angie hummed. “Are you going to kidnap her? Sounds funny.”

“No, Angie,” I said sharply. The thought of seeing suffering overshadowing your beauty turned my stomach again.

“Are you going to force her? Drug her? Hmm, maybe undress her and put her in your bed? I know you want to do it, you forget that I know your thoughts,” the puppet continued. I never wanted to throw her into the fireplace so much.

“Stai zitto!” I screamed, overwhelmed by those horrible proposals. I couldn't deny that sometimes, just sometimes, to commit such an atrocity crossed my mind, but always, always your smile kept me from the wrong path, like you did with weeds, keeping them away from those beautiful flowers.

Angie covered her mouth with her hands and laughed sinisterly. It wasn't Angie, it was me, and I knew it.

“Then, what are you going to do?” She asked, offended because it had been a long time since she had fun with the suffering of others. I must have been an even more horrible person on the inside than on the outside.

“Maybe if she could live here... With me...” I said, thinking about how wonderful it would be to have you within these walls, how wonderful it would be to be able to see you every day, to know that you were here, with me. “But I don’t know how…”

“I got it!” The doll squealed, climbing back into my lap. I nodded nervously for her to speak, for that part of me to give me the solution to the pain that your absence caused me. “Alcina has maids, right? You know, girls who do all their boring chores.”

“You know what she does to the maids...” I whispered, thinking about that idea.

“She is a Lord, right? Just like you, Donna, why can't you have a maid?”

“Well, I...” I stammered, blinking quickly. It was the best idea I could have had. “Do you think (Y/N) would want…?”

“I don't know, I’ve already told you that I'm just a doll.”

Yes, (Y/N), you would be my maid, you would live with me, you would be close to me, I would be close to you…

“Maid?” You asked, pouring me a cup of tea, confused by my request.

I nodded, crumbling another of your cookies. You sifted the flour, you listened to me. Gods, I love you, (Y/N)...

“Well I... I don't know. I have never been a maid,” you said doubtfully. My fist crushed another cookie, rage began to consume me.

“It's easy, silly, you just have to clean the dust, cook, prepare hot baths for Donna...” Angie added. That time I didn't forget  about her, I needed her.

“Angie,” I whispered, blushing at the doll's lack of shame. I should have taught her manners, they should have taught me manners.

“Well, that's easy, I guess,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I'll pay you better, (Y/N)” I whispered, almost pleading. I didn't want to beg you, but I couldn't help it. “And, and, you would live with, with me.”

“Wait, at your house? Could I live in your house?” You asked surprised, leaning towards me. What did you expect?

“Yes,” I answered, shaking the crumbs from my hands. “It's what maids do.”

“Wow... I'm not complaining about this cabin but... I think I could sift flour with these walls, I don't know if you know what I mean...” You joked, pointing to the holes in one of the windows.

“You'll be better off at home, silly,” the doll emphasized, looking at me for my approval.

“Well then it's like a promotion, right?” You asked, a smile growing on your face.

“Yes, it is,” I said dryly.

“Wow, I... Thank you, Donna, it's, it's an honor,” you said excitedly, getting up from the chair and committing something stupid, something that would cost me too many sleepless nights.

Without shame, or any qualms, you hugged me, you did it, damn it, you surrounded me with your arms. The aroma of the flowers you cared for was impregnated in your clothes. I couldn't help but close my eyes to enjoy it, to enjoy you.

“I will be the best maid you have ever had, I promise,” you said with a smile, moving away, leaving a horrible empty space between the two of us.

Everything I imagined, what I thought it would be like to have you close to me, fell weak, too weak. I could finally have you. I could enjoy your company, your smile. You were not the best maid in the world, but you were mine.

You were happy, or so you told me. The trust I had placed in you was enough for you to swear loyalty to me. I didn't need your loyalty. I needed your love and you… You were incapable of realizing it.

I didn’t know the ways, the methods that people followed to win the love of their peers. I was so lost and confused, even being close to you, my patience ran out and the frustration of not being able to love you took its toll even on my work, even on my dolls.

“I can't tell her that, Angie,” I said, crossing my arms, waiting patiently for you to serve me dinner. I hoped that my advices would be enough to not get poisoned, again.

“You'll have to tell her something,” the doll told me, extending her arms as if she were saying something obvious. Angie, you were me, you knew I couldn't just…I couldn't.

“I don't know what,” I murmured, playing with the fork while resting my head on my hand.

“You rely too much on luck, Donna. If you don't tell (Y/N) you love her, she will never know.”

“What if she doesn't love me? What nonsense, of course she doesn't love me, no one could ever...”

“Stop, stop, stop,” the doll said, putting a hand on my mouth, a hand that I pushed away unpleasantly. I hated when Angie did that, I hated that she considered herself superior to me. “You don't know that.”

“I know, Angie,” I murmured, sighing.

“Have you ever heard about the fine art of seduction?” She asked, making comical gestures with her hands, bringing them together in a romantic pose.

“Seduction?” I asked curious.

“Yes, you know... Basic flirting: how beautiful you are, what beautiful hands you have, your smile makes me forget about the bad things in life... You know, that knd of stupid and cheesy things,” she responded, walking on top of the table. I hated when she did that, when my conscience did that.

“I don't see myself capable of doing that,” I admitted, huffing, looking from time to time at the elevator hallway.

“Well, you'll have to do it if you want her to notice,” Angie said, sitting on the table, swinging her legs. “A caress, a whisper… Hands that rest on her waist…”

I shook my head but couldn't help but ponder that idea. To seduce someone? No, it didn't seem possible.

“I'm getting better, huh?” You joked, already with dinner served. I nodded nervously. In those moments I would have liked to continue wearing the veil to hide my shame.

“Yes, I...” I stammered, seeking the confidence I needed in a glass of wine. “I, I like everything you make.”

“Wow, thanks for the compliment,” ​​you said with that smile, with that stupid… Beautiful smile.

“You're welcome...” I whispered, looking at the soup, thinking about Angie's words, about my words. “You are, you are beautiful…”

“What?” You asked due to my eternal clumsiness, due to those words that came out of my mouth on their own.

“I say, I say that... Well, you are beautiful and... Sure, that's probably why you cook so well... I... Your, your hands are soft and...”  I said, making the situation much worse.

“Donna, are you okay? You seem a bit little nervous,” you asked worried. I nodded immediately, with the wine as the only excuse for my idiocy.

At least you didn't seem angry at my words. That was… Fine, I guessed. Angie's strategy was absurd, but putting it into practice with you began to become a real hobby on my part.

Little by little, my hands began to touch you, to rub your back when I walked next to you. I don't know if you realized it, but I did, I enjoyed it every time I touched you, smiled at you and you smiled back.

Sometimes I would whisper something in your ear, “Italian is a sexy language,” Angie said. It was absurd for that to work, you didn't understand a word. Your waist began to be my playground, the place where my hands traveled unintentionally. I spent the day near you. I spent the day wanting to be even closer to you. But something, something in your eyes told me that I was making a mistake.

Your body separated from mine, you told me that you had things to do not to read, not to even have tea with me. Why were you doing this to me? Were my suspicions true? Didn't you love me?

“I like your hair... It's soft,” I whispered, running a hand through your hair while you were dusting. My hands traveled along your back and my body took the liberty of being closer and closer to yours.

You sighed. You looked tired, were you tired of me? Were you unable to see the love I felt for you?

“Donna,” you said with a serious voice, turning around and taking my hands, stopping their desire to travel to your waist. “I think, I think we have to talk.”

I nodded, grabbing your hands when they wanted to let go. You looked at me strangely again, you closed your eyes, as if you were suffering, did my love make you suffer?

“Hey, I'm happy here and... Well, I like working for you but...” You murmured, avoiding my gaze. My body started to shake immediately, something gave me a bad feeling.

“But,” I said with the serious tone I couldn't help but have when I was this nervous, when you were about to stick a dagger right in my heart.

“I don't know what's wrong with you lately, I...” You said, now, definitely moving away from me, as if you were afraid of me, were you afraid of me? “You…. You are always close to me, too close and... You touch me, you caress me... You whisper things to me that I don't understand...”

“I only say nice things to you,” I protested, frowning and feeling my eye water.

“Why, Donna?” You asked, with a cold, annoyed, offended look. You were scared. I could feel it in the trembling of your hands. “You've been... Harassing me for weeks and... I'm sorry, but I'm starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

“Why? Don't you like me telling you that you're beautiful?” I asked, with my nerves on edge, with those voices starting to sound in my head. “Do you think I’m harassing you?”

“Well, no...Maybe harassment isn't the word, I...” You said, sighing to let out some air, relaxing your expression. “Something's wrong with you, Donna... Tell me, tell me why you're behaving that way.”

“I... I...” I stammered as I saw how you walked towards me again, slowly, with a disturbed look, but with your hands traveling to mine again. “Don’t, don't come any closer,” I asked you, I begged you.

It had been too long, too long until your closeness became an addiction to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I would become everything I hate if I let my body speak for itself. I didn't want to be Alcina, I didn't want to harass you, was it so difficult for you to see that what I wanted was to love you?

But it was too late. My head leaned to yours, my hands gently grasping your face, pulling you towards me, letting my lips taste yours for the first time. I kissed you, (Y/N), kissing you was the most extraordinary thing my horrible life had ever experienced. You stayed still, you didn't move, you didn't kiss me, you simply let me do it, let my lack of experience dominate that clumsy, unexpected kiss, the kiss that you didn't want to give me.

You pulled away slowly, opening your eyes and looking at me, not scared, but confused. My shame and my tears were no longer a secret from you. I had already gone too far, there was no longer any reason to remain silent.

“I love you, (Y/N),” I said with a sob, feeling how your body was moving away from me again, how my hands abandoned the soft touch of your skin. “I love you since, since I met you. I didn't, I didn't know what to do for you to know...”

You looked at me with amazement, with surprise, not with fear, not with terror.

“I brought you to my house so I could have you close to me because, because I am not able to let my mind imagine nothing but your smile and...”

I couldn't finish speaking. Your hand on my cheek cut off my words and your lips, your lips returned to mine, kissing me for real kiss. Your mouth on mine, the salty taste of my tears running across your lips, lips that caressed mine, that were not clumsy, that knew how to kiss, that taught me how to kiss.

“I love you too, Donna...” You murmured, still on my lips, still close to me. My reaction was not what I intended, I’m still unable to control myself. I turned away from you abruptly. Now I was the one who was scared.

“What? You? But, but...” I said, confused, looking everywhere except at your sincere gaze.

“I know, I know it's stupid but... Well, I guess it's okay to admit it. I'm in love with you,” you said, stopping me from going further away, putting your hands on my waist. If you knew how to have your hands holding me made me feel...

“But, but no, I don't believe you,” I said confused, trying to think clearly. “Since when?”

“Well, the day you named me your maid I... I started to see you in a different way. You know, the things I had heard about you, maybe they were preventing me from realizing the wonderful woman I had in front of me,” you explained, bringing one of your hands to my chest, approaching me again, as if you didn't want to let me go. I wasn't going to let you go, (Y/N), ever.

“You said you were uncomfortable,” I said with a suspicious tone. I found hard to believe you, really.

“Yes, I... I didn't know why you did those strange things. The last thing I thought was that you had feelings for me, that you felt the same as me.”

“If I didn't feel it, why would I do those things? It doesn't make sense,” I said, frowning even more. You smiled embarrassed.

“Maybe it was because of that or because... Well... Because...” You said, now more embarrassed. I knew you, (Y/N), I knew what you were thinking, the things you had heard about me.

“Because I'm sick in the head,” I whispered, terribly humiliated by that thought. It was a reality that made me complex, but that you thought I wanted, I don't know, to hurt you just for... For not being able to control my emotions... That hurt me.

“But, but I don't think about it anymore, Donna...” You said hastily, cupping my deformed face in your hands, keeping my gaze on yours. “You are very sweet, you know that? And very clumsy, too,” you joked, making me want to smile, blushing.

“I'm sorry, I don't... I didn't know what love was until I met you. I didn't know what to do,”  I apologized, hugging you, feeling the heat of your body against mine, protecting me from my demons.

“Let me show you what love is... Let's try to love each other... What do you think?” You asked, again on my lips.

“Please...” I sobbed, this time with joy.

Love, that artificial need of the human being... I didn't understand why it was so addictive, why the people I loved were so happy. Now I do.

Your kisses are a necessity for my body. Your caresses are like kisses on my soul, like massages to my heart. Everything I live with you is different, my world stopped being gray, I didn't need flowers to admire the beauty of life nor their colors. Your smile was something I had, something that could make the Sun come out on a cloudy day.

You were still my maid, that's what you wanted. I don't know why, but I didn't refuse. What I refused to do was spend more than half an hour without you. I cleaned with you, I cooked with you. I did everything with you so I could enjoy your caresses and your body snuggled up next to mine on a rainy day.

Over time, I stopped believing that I needed love to live. I only needed you.

[spacebobastories]

Something Real

Chapter 1 - Wake Up

Summary: Louis didn’t know what he was getting himself into. Sure, he *knew* but didn’t think it would be that bad. Boy, how wrong he was. Everything hurts now…and what’s with these people wanting to take him in? What happened? Pairing: Poly 141 x OC

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, scenting, I'm not a military expert so there will be inaccuracies, some panicked flashbacks from Louis, mentions of experiments.

Author's Note: I reeealllllyyy wanted to start writing again. So, Call Of Duty is one of my fascinations right now. I also have been reading Cherry Red, Crimson Blood by Soaps-mohawk which you should check out because their story is freaking amazing! I have gotten inspired to write again because of them and their amazing work!

When Louis was a boy, he always dreamed of being a soldier, a doctor, hell even an astronaut. Anything so he wouldn't just be an Omega.

"Stop! It burns!!"

He never wanted to be an omega. Never wanted to just be something to bring children into the world and nothing else. It was depressing to be born an omega. You're treated like some kind of birthing machine. Always lusted after by Alphas who don't treat you right. Always looked down at because of the status you're born. Oh how he hated the looks he got as a child, those lingering looks from Alphas. It made his skin crawl.

"He's flat lining! We need a defibrillator shock now!"

Growing up, it got worse. He couldn't do certain things, couldn't go anywhere without someone telling him he couldn't do it or go there. Alphas breathing down his neck, always crowding him...always touching.

"Louis, I know it hurts. But it will be for the good of the country."

Well, he proved them all wrong by joining the military. Something that an Omega should never do. Or in his case, they weren't allowed to. He fought tooth and nail to become a soldier, to claw his way up the ranks. His parents were proud of him. Proud that an Omega and a person of color could do what he did. Oh how he was hated by Alphas because he wouldn't roll over for them. Even in his heat, he wouldn't go to them. But he was also loved by many, even something to look up to. But then, there was a new project that opened up. The Shadow Project. The name of the project was obvious to the man. Make the subject a shadow so enemies can't spot you.

It would make the perfect soldier. The perfect killing machine to help in the wars over seas and on missions. He didn't have to do it. Didn't have to volunteer. But he wanted to. He needed to prove a point. If he could, he would have gone back in time and slapped his past self. What an idiot.

Louis didn't want this anymore. He didn't want to be in pain, the burning sensation of chemicals going through his veins. The feeling of his body breaking down and regenerating. It was mind numbingly painful. He hated it. He hated what his country was turning him into. He saw what the others had turned into. Monsters. Misshapen things that were once human. Their bodies mangled, skin an entirely different color, faces warped into something horrific.

Louis hoped he didn't turn into that, hoped that his body didn't morph into something monstrous. But with the chemicals that were pumped into his body and the pain he felt, he wished he did. He wished he did turn into that monster so he could die and be done with the pain. The was his body tore itself apart and came back together was excruciating. But, as time went on, as the months passed by, maybe even years, he learned to get used to the pain. He learned to push it down, deep down in the back of his head. He learned to be numb.

His lungs were constantly breaking down and regenerating, to the point it was hard for him to breath. They made him a special gas mask that used his own smoke- the way his body broke down looked like smoke- to have him breath properly. It didn't stop the way his lungs kept dying inside of him, but, it at least made it easier to breath. He didn't know a lot about The Shadow Project but he wished he had asked questions because he didn't know that they were going to make him into a literal shadow. A wraith if you want to be more specific. He didn't know how they did it. He didn't know what type of chemicals and cybernetics they put into his body. He should have cared, should have been worried. But, at this point, he just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to end.

He remembered walking down the long hall to one of the testing chambers, eyes dull and staring straight ahead. He had two soldiers on either side of him, Alphas he thinks. He was supposed to test out his shadow step to see if there needed to be improvements done. But the alarms started blaring and he heard the scientists yelling. He saw some running back and forth in the hall ahead of him. There was a large explosion that shook the place, making Louis and the guards stumble in place.

"What the hell is going on?!" He rasped out, voice muffled by the gas mask.

The explosion was muffled and sounded like it was coming from above. Soon, there were more explosions and the head scientist's voice came on "Everyone! Get to the bomb shelters! Get the experiments into the cryo pods! Quickly!"

It was all a blur as Louis was suddenly dragged down the many hall ways of the facility. The alarms were still blaring as Louis got dragged into the main Cryo Chamber room, scientists were quickly putting the 'perfect' subjects into the cryo pod. But he was put into the main one, at the end of the room. Like he would be watching over the others. The head scientist was standing in front of Louis as he was placed in the cryo pod.

"Everything will be okay. You will wake up soon and fight for this country."

Louis didn't fight back, glad this was happening so he wouldn't go through with the experiments. The thick glass door began to slowly close. The explosions became more intense, some rubble was beginning to fall from, the ceilings and yet the alarms kept going on. It seemed they were getting louder and louder. But the door finally closed with a hiss, everything was muffled. Hardly any sound was heard coming through. Only the blaring of the alarm could still be heard.

"The freezing process will start in 3..."

Louis felt his breathing begin to pick up, the wheezing and rasping of his breathing echoed loudly in the pod.

"2."

He saw the edges of the door begin to freeze over, the crystalized ice spiderwebbing across the glass. His body, which was was always so hot, began to cool down. He felt himself become cold. The temperature began to slowly drop.

And as the countdown came to an end, Louis closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He would be able to sleep without pain.

"1."

"The cryo pod will be opening in 3...2...1..."

The pod door hissed loudly, freezing cold carbon dioxide smoke creeped out of the bottom as the door began to slowly open.

"Please stand back."

Louis' eyes slowly fluttered open and he took a raspy breath, breathing in deeply. Louis fell forward and his body naturally turned into a thick cloud of bitch black smoke.

"Holy shit, L.T. You see what I'm seein'?"

His smoke felt hot to the touch and he groaned gently in discomfort as his body quickly formed back on the floor. Louis was on his hands and knees on the floor, panting softly. But with the gas mask he had on, it sounded like he was taking labored breaths.

"We have eyes on the target, Captain." Louis twitched lightly as he was finally becoming aware of his surroundings and heard people talking. He blinked his eyes a few times and with some effort, lifted his head from the floor. His eyes saw four pairs of feet standing in front of him, the glow from the pod making it easier to see. He blinked slowly as he mode his gaze up their bodies, seeing that they were men. One had a mohawk, tan skin with facial hair and beautiful blue eyes. They were wide with concern and awe. Louis looked at the other man and was surprised to see a skull looking back at him. But his brain was still foggy so he eventually realized that it wasn't an actual skull, but a mask.

Louis couldn't see any skin from him, he was fully covered up. From what Louis could see, the man in the skull mask had some kind of black paint around his eyes, making his blue eyes stand out more. Both men were large, but the one in the Ghost mask was massive and if Louis wasn't still out of it, he was be a little intimidated.

"Can you stand?" The one with the mohawk spoke and he had an odd accent. Sounding like Scottish. Louis glanced over at the man before slowly sitting back on his knees. "What...year is it?" He managed to get out, wincing as he cleared his throat, his lungs were dying and regenerating. It felt like he was breathing in shards of glass each second.

The one with the mohawk blinked in surprise "3055." Louis looked at the man in shock.

"W-what?" He rasped out and the one with the mohawk shifted in place, reaching up to rub a hand on his neck.

*That means I was in there for 33 years....!* He thought in shock as he breathed in sharply only to go into a coughing fit and hunched over on the floor. He heard shuffling before one of the guys kneeled down, placing a hand on Louis's back. Louis quickly reached up to take off his mask, still coughing and hacked up a glob of blood and a piece of his lung. He groaned in disgust as he took in deep breaths, feeling the hand slowly rubbing up and down his back.

"Fuck." He breathed out as he leaned back on his knees, letting his head fall back. His eyes were unfocused as he was still trying to come out of his stupor. He took a few more wheezing breaths and placed his mask back on, taking deep breaths of his own smoke. It helped a little with the pain.

"We need to go. Soap, carry him out of here." The skull man's voice was deep yet muffled by his mask and Soap, who was still kneeling beside Louis, nodded his head.

"Let's get you out of here." He muttered as he reached over to help Louis up and the redhead let him. He was tired and basically melted in the man's arms as he was carried out. As they moved down the halls, Louis could see that the once bright and clean facility was dark and dirty. There were cracks in the walls, rubble on the floor and he swore he saw a skeleton's hand underneath the caved in roof.

The two men were quiet as they moved down the halls and Louis couldn't help but relax in Soap's arms. It felt...nice to be carried. It felt nice to finally be awake again. But he knew the feeling wouldn't last long. The feeling of peace that he felt. His body was still waking up and once it was fully awake. He would be in constant pain. But for now, he enjoyed the peace.

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https://youtube.com/shorts/OxGop4mPTy0?si=Ickmihh8jBWb6C6E

Maybe Steve once made fun of how Honey is too slow while she's pregnant (not in an offensive way offcourse, but just in a funny way)

And now she makes him do this to teach him a lesson! Everyone in the compound is having the time of their life watching Steve struggle 😂😭it is a struggle even though he's a super soldier.

And now he feels terrible at how his Honey is in constant pain and carries her everywhere and doesn't let her get at her feet at all!

Hahahahahahahaha I love that!!! Honey would for sure make him do this too! Steve is as helpful as possible but he’d find it cute until he has to go through it himself.

Watermelon baby

Warning: talks of pregnancy

Sam and Bucky were bickering like they always did. The only thing they ever agreed on was teasing Steve. Which they started to do the minute Steve walked into the gym.

“What the hell happened to you?” Bucky asks

“I didn’t know Y/N had it in her to knock you up.” Sam says before him and Bucky start laughing.

Steve was standing at the entrance with a huge watermelon stuck to his midsection with so much plastic wrap. It didn’t stop at the fake pregnant belly, no you also added two cantaloupes on his chest so that he could get the full effect.

“Shut up.” Steve huffs, finally taking a seat, with a bit of difficulty, on a bench.

“Seriously what’s going on?”

“I may have pointed out to Y/N that she was moving a bit slower lately. Nothing bad she looked cute.”

“Wrong thing to say.” Bucky shakes his head but he’s all smiles.

“No shit. I woke up and she immediately told me that I had to go through what she was going through and see if I still found it cute.” Steve complains while rubbing his lower back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You say from the door.

“I uh- I was just going to do some exercise.”

“You have to follow my routine which means no weightlifting. Not the amount you do at least.”

“But I can lift with no issues.”

“Would you want me lifting those weights?” You cross your arms over your chest and Steve sighs.

“You’re right. I’ll be right there.”

He tries to get up but struggles a bit. Finally Bucky stops laughing long enough to help Steve up.

“It took me twenty minutes to get my shoes on and another ten to get up from the couch. I dropped a piece of paper in my office and it's still on the floor because I couldn't get it.”

“Wait until you have to get the out of bed by yourself. Now come on, slow poke.” You call out from the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Is your back hurting yet?" You ask as you waddle your way through the compound.

Steve groans as he slows his walk down, both of his hands on his lower back. "It's killing me. Can I take this off already, Honey? I'm sorry I made that comment and I promise to give you all the back and foot rubs you want."

Steve reaches out with the intention of pulling you in for a kiss but due to his watermelon belly and your actual swollen belly he can't reach. You start to laugh as he tries to find a way to give you a kiss but doesn't succeed.

"Alright, let's get this off of you, big guy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Nice melons." You wiggle your eyebrows as Steve undoes the plastic wrap.

Steve huffs a laugh before finally getting rid of the weight from the melons. After putting them on the table he finally pulls you closer and gives you all the kisses he wasn't able to give through out the day.

"Thank you for everything you're doing to bring our girl into this world. "

"I hope you learned your lesson."

"I did. I love you, Honey. You can walk as slow as you want for the rest of our lives and I will never comment on it ever again.

You laugh and smack his chest. "I love you too. Now c'mon melon man, let's cut these up."

[rose-of-the-grave]

The Great War: Chapter 2

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Here's chapter two, I solemnly swear that Y/N and Mattheo will actually interact soon. I hope you all enjoy! As always, I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Chapter 1 Read on Ao3

Warnings: quidditch, Dumbledore, manipulation, Cormac McClaggen, crying in the bathroom, idk what else to add

Word Count: 3126

Description: Y/N receives her mission, runs into an unexpected help, and tries out for the quidditch team.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover

Y/N raised her hand, knocking on the door to Dumbledore’s office.

“Come in.”

She opened the door, walking in. Y/N hadn't been in his office since the year before since everything with Umbridge and dUmbledore’s Army. It hadn’t changed one bit. Except for a shelf covered in vials. She wondered what that was about.

“Ah, Y/L/N. You got my message.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” She asked, wondering why.

“Yes. I have a favor to ask of you. One last mission if you will.”

She approached his desk, “What do you need me to do?”

“I need more eyes on the students. One in particular in fact. Mr. Riddle.”

“Why not have Professor Snape look after him?” She asked, questioning Dumbledore’s thought process.

“I require his services elsewhere. You, however, I would like for you to watch over Mr. Riddle and report back to me about any suspicious activities.”

“Of course. Whatever is needed.”

“Good.” She started to walk away when he said one more parting word.

“And one last thing, Miss Y/L/N. If you could refrain from mentioning this task to anyone, that would be much appreciated.”

“Even Harry?”

“Especially Mr. Potter. I have a separate task for him that he needs to be focused on. It is imperative that no one suspects what you are doing.”

“Of course, Professor.”

She walked out of the room and down towards the Great Hall, hoping to get some food. Some students were roaming the halls but most of them were probably eating so there were few people around to see her duck into the abandoned girls' lavatory.

She looked around at the very place that she had spent months of time with Harry, Ron, and Hermione back in second year. Y/N hadn’t been back since then. For once Moaning Myrtle wasn’t to be seen. Odd. How on earth was she going to do this? Even if she managed to find a way to watch the Slytherin’s without making them suspicious, her friends would ask questions about her sudden interest in the enemy.

Hearing someone run into the bathroom, she hid in one of the stalls. It was someone crying, loudly. Slowly opening the stall door she came up behind the girl. A Slytherin by the looks of her green accented robes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/N asked softly, trying not to startle the girl.

She whirled around, it was Pansy Parkinson. Her tearstained face became apprehensive, suspicious almost immediately.

Wiping away at her tears, smudging her mascara, she asked, “What do you care?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t like seeing people cry. Even you.”

“How big of you.” She sneered.

Well, this wasn’t going well. If Y/N was going to spy on Riddle it would make more sense for her to befriend his social circle. She had to at least try to find an in and Pansy seemed like the best option. Draco would bite her head off, Theodore Nott didn’t talk to anybody outside his friends, and Blaise Zabini didn’t exactly have a favorable impression of her after she got him detention in fourth year. Suffice it to say, they all hated her.

“I’m being serious. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Y/N gave her a look.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Look, I get it. You have no reason to trust me but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“What would your precious friends think about you associating with the enemy?” Pansy spat.

“Probably the same as Malfoy would if he knew you were talking with a Gryffindor.” Y/N shot back.

She huffed a watery laugh. “We’re not all that bad.”

“Oh, you are. And worse.”

They stood there in silence for a heartbeat before Pansy spoke, breaking the silence.

“I told someone I liked them and they told me that they didn’t like me back. I put my heart out there for the first time in my life and it got stomped on. “ She said, bitterly.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it was their loss.”

Pansy gave her a look of doubt.

“I mean it. You may be a Slytherin and you might not exactly be nice to everyone but you’re pretty and from what I can tell, you are also really smart even though you try to hide it. I saw how well you did on your OWLs, it wasn’t that different from what I got.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

Y/N nudged Pansy’s shoulder, “You’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

“Neither are you.”

They shared a smile before leaving the lavatory. The two girls went their opposite ways and Y/N grinned. She had found a way in. Maybe this task of Dumbledore’s wouldn’t be as hard as she thought it was going to be.

On her walk back to the common room she did her best to avoid others, knowing that it was close to curfew. She passed near an area of the castle that was very familiar after all of the time she and the rest of them had spent there last year. After sneaking into the Room of Requirement almost daily, it was no surprise that she had managed to arrive back there, her feet carrying her there due to muscle memory.

She had almost passed by when she heard footsteps echoing through the halls. Nervous, she ducked behind a corner to keep out of view. Curious, Y/N peeked around the corner, wondering who could possibly be walking around at this hour towards the Room of Requirement. Then, moving into view, was Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?

Suddenly the conversation on the train came to mind. Was he really a Death Eater? If so, what was he up to? She waited and watched as he disappeared into the room before continuing on her way.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Today was quidditch tryouts. She had spent all summer practicing in her backyard so hopefully she would make it. Y/N spent the entire day feeling like she was walking on clouds, a bounce in her step as she went from class to class.

Everyone had remarked on how energetic she seemed. Even her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class couldn’t undermine her good mood. It wasn’t until her last class of the day finished and she started walking over to the quidditch pitch when the jitters started to set in.

“Hey Y/N!” Ron greeted.

“Hey.”

“You ready?”

She shrugged, grimacing slightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’ll get on the team. I’ve seen the way you can fly.”

“Thanks.”

“Shut it!” Ginny yelled from her place next to Harry.

They all quieted, turning to look at her.

Harry then spoke up, “Thanks. All right. Now, if you had a spot last year that does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?”

There were a few scattered nods from the group.

“Good.”

Another Gryffindor who was also trying out approached them. Cormac McClaggen.

“No hard feelings, eh Weasley?”

Ron looked puzzled. “Hard feelings?”

“Yeah. I’ll be going after keeper myself. It's nothing personal really.”

“Really, a strapping guy like you? You’ve got more of a beater’s build don’t you? Keepers need to be quick, agile.”

A fly started to buzz around them, its humming loud in Y/N’s ear before it flew towards McClaggen who seemingly managed to crush it between his fingers without even looking.

Ron’s face turned worried.

“I like my chances.”

“Show off.” Y/N muttered, unimpressed.

Cormac glanced over at her as if it was the first time he’d noticed she was standing there in the whole time he had been talking.

“Say, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldn’t mind getting a first name basis with her, know what I mean?” He nudged Ron, a suggestive look on his face. He clapped him on the shoulder and walked away.

Drifting closer to Ron, Y/N said, “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” Ron said, unenthused.

“Right. So I’m going to run you through a few drills to assess your strengths.” Harry called out now that everybody had settled down. He went on to detail the first drill but Y/N wasn’t paying attention.

Glancing up into the stands she saw Hermione with the other handful of spectators. Raising her hand, she waved. Hermione smiled and waved back. Good luck, she mouthed.

Y/N mouthed back, Thanks!

Out of their friend group, Hermione was probably the one she was closest with. She loved all three of her friends but Hermione was the first of them to reach out and befriend her. It was towards the start of their first year before she had become friends with Harry and Ron. Y/N hadn’t had the best time with making friends because all of the people she knew were pure-bloods. Her parents were only friends with others like them with few exceptions so all of the kids her age that she grew up with were sorted into Slytherin.

They had started to ignore her once she was put in Gryffindor, saying that she couldn’t hang out with them anymore. Hermione had heard her crying herself to bed one night and the very next day wouldn’t leave her side. Despite everything she had been taught about muggle-borns she couldn’t help but see that Hermione was the nicest person she knew. Their friendship was the final straw for her old friends though. From then on most of them would ignore her but some of them would insult her right alongside her new friends.

Hopefully this history wouldn’t present a problem for her mission. After all, it was six years ago. Then again, Slytherins never forget a slight. Being friends with the chosen one, a blood traitor, and a muggle-born was a pretty big offense.

Oh, well. She would worry about that later. For now her main focus was on the tryouts. Everybody was put into two teams. Y/N and Ron were on one team with Harry, Ginny, and a few others while Cormac and the rest were on the other team.

The quaffle was tossed and they were off, Y/N passed it to a teammate, a fourth year she didn't know that well, only for the other team to steal it. She was in the perfect position to steal it back, and she did. Flying straight into Katie, feinting to the side just in time so she could grab the ball without colliding into her.

She raced over to the other side, wind whipping in her face and people from the other team on her heels. As Y/N neared the goal, she pretended to go for one goal, only to go for the other one, barely managing to get it past Cormac.

A few onlookers cheered and Ginny yelled, “Nice one, Y/N!”

She felt a surge of happiness, a grin on her face. Maybe she had a shot.

The scrimmage continued on, the two teams practically tied. The other team was in the lead by a few points, thanks to one of their chasers being really good at getting by Ron. Y/N could tell he was getting disheartened, feeling like he was letting them down with every lost point. Then something odd happened.

Ginny had the quaffle and was being chased by the other team. She soared through the air and slammed it into the goal. McClaggen was right there, in the perfect position to stop it when he suddenly swerved out of the way. A teammate of his asked him what happened but he just looked confused. Weird.

On the next point, Ron surprised everyone by flipping upside down on his broom, using his head to block the ball. Onlookers started to applaud and everybody looked on incredulously, wondering how that actually worked. From that point on it seemed as if he had regained his confidence and all of a sudden they started to catch up to the other team, scoring goal after goal.

In the end they won.

“Okay everybody, the team lineup will be posted in the common room tomorrow morning. Good job, everyone!” Harry announced.

They all walked over to the locker rooms to change out of their quidditch robes.

“Nice playing Y/N! I had no idea you were that good!” Katie said.

“Thanks! I’ve been practicing.”

“Well, it paid off.”

Y/N smiled. Hearing that from Katie Bell, one of the seventh years on the team, who had been playing for Gryffindor for years meant a lot.

Ginny chimed in, “Yeah, you looked good out there.”

“Thanks, you too. You played really well!”

“You’re going to make the team for sure, then all three of us can play together!” Katie exclaimed.

“I hope so.”

The three of them got dressed and headed out, walking out together.

“Hey, Y/N, nice job!” Hermione said, standing up from where she had been sitting, waiting for them to come out.

“Thanks!”

The four girls walked back to the castle, the sky darkening overhead. Some rain started to sprinkle down on them, the breeze suddenly feeling a bit cold. Once they all made it back to the castle, they all hurried up to Gryffindor tower where Ron sat on a couch, Harry on the ground by the fire.

Katie and Ginny went to find their respective friends while Y/N plopped down on the chair next to the couch. Hermione took a seat between the chair and the couch.

“I thought I was for sure going to miss that last one.” Ron mused. “I hope Cormac isn’t taking it too hard.”

Hermione made a sound, drawing all of their eyes onto her.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

The boys returned to staring at the fireplace, the light of the flames flickering brightly. Y/N however, kept her gaze on Hermione, thinking through everything that happened. Cormac’s sudden movement out of the way had seemed unnatural. Almost as if he had been influenced.

Her friend looked up at her, feeling her gaze. Hermione raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her.

Did you? Y/N mouthed.

Hermione’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment before she nodded.

Y/N chuckled quietly, amused. She knew her best friend could be a bit diabolical but she never expected her to break the rules like this.

“He’s got a bit of a thing for you ‘Mione. Cormac.” Ron said.

Hermione shook her head, picking up a newspaper. “He’s vile.”

They sat there in silence, Ron looking at the flames, Hermione reading the newspaper, Harry reading a book, and Y/N mulling over her plans.

Harry leaned over to show his book to Hermione. “Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra?”

She sighed, exasperated. “No, I haven’t. And if you had any common sense you would turn it into Professor McGonanagall.”

“Not bloody likely. Why would he?” Ron asked. “He’s top of the class. Slughorn thinks he’s a genius. He’s even better than you Hermione.”

“I wonder whose it is.” Y/N pondered.

“Yeah, is it signed? Can I look?” Hermione asked, grabbing at Harry’s potions book. He snatched it away, standing up.

“No, the binding is fragile.”

Hermione also got up, the newspaper forgotten. “The binding is fragile?” She asked in an incredulous tone.

“Yeah.” Harry kept on backing up, away from her. Y/N watched as Ginny, who had been listening in from where she stood talking with Dean, walked over and grabbed it out of Harry’s unsuspecting grasp. Staying just out of reach of him trying to get his book back, she opened the book.

“The Half-Blood Prince. Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?” She asked.

“Who?” Hermione questioned.

“That’s what it says. Property of the Half-Blood Prince.”

Harry seized the opportunity to get his book back. “No clue.”

They all exchanged puzzled glances while he walked away towards the staircase that led to the boys’ dorms, wondering who that could possibly be. Hermione was probably already planning to head to the library first thing in the morning to figure it out.

Y/N and Hermione said goodnight to Ron and Ginny before walking up the spiral staircase to their dorm. Once inside they walked over to their beds, both of which were on the far end next to each other. The rest of the girls in their year were already getting ready for bed. The two of them never really paid attention to them though. Parvati and Lavender mainly hung out with the Ravenclaws, ignoring the rest of them. Especially after fourth year when Parvati and her sister, Padma, had gone to the Yule Ball with Harry and Ron only to end up ignored.

The only other Gryffindor girl in their year was Lily Moon. Lily was nice, a red-head who was sometimes mistaken for being yet another addition to the Weasleys. She mainly hung out with Neville, the two of them sharing a love for Herbology. While they did sometimes hang out together during class, outside of that they didn’t have much in common with her.

There used to also be one other girl, Sally-Anne Perks, but she left after Cedric’s death in fourth year, never to be heard from again. Her bed remained empty, devoid of any personal touches, unlike the rest of them with their pictures of family, books, jewelry, etc.

Taking a seat on her bed, she looked over at Hermione. “Did you seriously use the Confundus Charm on Cormac so he’d miss that shot?”

“Yeah.” She admitted, sheepishly.

“Wicked!”

Lavender looked over at them, a bit judgemental. Y/N smirked. She still remembered how annoying she had become last year, gushing over Ron. Surprising really, considering how he had acted when he took Padma to the Yule Ball. All three girls had given him dirty looks, along with Y/N and Hermione by association.

After getting dressed for bed, she lay on her mattress waiting for everyone else to be ready so they could turn off the lights. Soon, the only light illuminating the room was from the moon shining through the window. She was feeling a bit anxious, wondering if this was the year that she would finally make it onto the team. After spending the last five years watching Harry play from the stands along with the rest of the team had been fun but she longed to be a part of it. She had always loved flying but, outside of learning how to in first year there hadn’t been many chances except for during the summer when she visited the Weasleys.

Chapter 3>>

[fict1onallyobsessed]

can you please write a vi x firelight! reader?: when caitlyn goes to trade in her gun to help an injured vi, !Firelight reader, even though advised not to, rushes down to where vi is laying injured and hallucinating, and cups her face and cooes her into a state of calm because she missed her so so much, mission to spy on her to see if she was working with silco be damned. bonus points if caitlyn comes back by the time reader is gently stitching vi's wounds after they hugged and cried as much as they could before vi cried out in pain. BONUS BONUS if reader, who already dislikes caitlyn for being a cop, takes the shimmer from her, and gently feeds it to Vi, herself, ty! ♡

Always

Vi x Firelight!Reader

She was barely conscious as it was, hand clutching her side as it bled through the cracks of her fingers. She was seeing her mother call out her name, her blue hair cascading down her shoulders as she leaned forward to grab at her. It almost felt as if she was truly dying this time, and there was nothing that could be done to fix it.

Then she saw you, a much older version of you. She tried to focus as much as she could through the tears in her eyes and the pain in her ribs, but she just simply couldn't. A part of her cursed that she would never be able to see what you'd look like much older, how she would never get to hug you again after a bad attempt at stealing things from Piltover or hear your laugh when she told you a stupid joke. She focused her head again, trying to sharpen the imagine she could see of you but you felt...too far away.

Until you started walking closer, slow steady steps as you approached her to make sure you didn't startle her. She thought you were dead after all.

Slowly, you became more visible to her.

Your hand reached for her knee and she flinched, wondering how badly she was hallucinating to be able to feel you. It wasn't even until you kneeled beside her, your body leaning over her to inspect her injuries without touching her that she truly opened her eyes.

"Hey, Violet." You whispered, your hand finally met the side of her torso that wasn't bleeding, your thumb comfortably running along her clothes to sooth her. "Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay."

You had to fight your own tears. Touching her felt surreal, like a answered dream from the Gods above. Like her, you thought she was dead after everything that happened, but nothing stopped you from secretly hoping she was okay.

She looked up at you with wide eyes, a whimper falling from her lips as she held her injured side. Even through the pain, she focused on you, how much she missed your touch, your voice, your face.

"Are you real?" She whispered, her hand reaching for you just to ground herself and to make sure she wasn't going crazy. The tightness in her throat finally let go and she sobbed before you could even answer, her hand still reaching out to feel more of you, to pull you closer.

You lifted your hands to cup her jaw, felt her melt into your touch and let her cry it out. She wasn't even worried about her side anymore. She could die now. She could die because she got to see your face. She could die because she felt your touch. She could die now, only if it were in your hands.

"Yes. I'm real, Vi." You felt your own tears drag down your face but you literally couldn't care less. All that mattered now was her. "I missed you so much."

"-missed you." She tried through her sobs. "I thought- you died..."

You shook your head, leaning forwards to kiss her forehead gently, still soothing her skin. You would have stayed like that forever, cherishing the moment but a harsh hiss came from the woman under you causing you to pull away.

"Can I see?"

She pulled up her shirt just enough to be able to see the deep wound. This would need more that just stitches, and all you had on you was a few gauzes from a fight you were in earlier. You took it out of your pocket, feeling Vi's hand grip your forearm as you did so.

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

She seemed to relax but her hand remained on you just to make sure. She didn't want you going anywhere again, not away from her at least. Her side stung as you pushed the gauze into the wound, the blood immediately seeping into the material.

Apart of her still thought it was her mind playing tricks on her while she was dying from blood loss. But even so, at least she could do it in your imaginary presence rather than alone, again.

Your head snapped towards the door when it creaked open, the blue-haired girl that you'd been following per Echo's request walked in and reached behind her. A sour expression found itself on her face when she realised she just traded her gun for the little vial in her hand.

"Who are you?"

"Give me that." You reached out for the vial she was holding, knowing Vi didn't have long before she passed out from the sheer amount of blood she was losing. You saw her hesitate, eyes scanning Vi who nodded at her tiredly.

If looks could kill, Caitlyn would fall victim to yours.

Hesitantly, she handed you the vial which you promptly snatched from her, opening it and instantly the noticeable smell of shimmer filled your nostrils.

"You have to drink quite fast, okay?" You whispered, reaching to cup her jaw with one hand and the other held the vial close to her lips. She let you guide her head upwards so it was easier for her to drink, her lips connecting to the vial as she began to drink the content.

For a moment she went silent when she finished drinking, her body seemingly not reacting to the drug. Then, a bloodcurdling scream sounded through the hollow and decaying building, making her body jerk forwards as chills ran down her spine.

You caught her just in time, letting her lean her body weight on you for a moment before she leaned back and opened her eyes. Another, much smaller, chill ran through her body, a small whimper leaving her lips as she tried to get used to the feeling of the drug travelling through her to get to her injury.

"Shh, I got you." You whispered to her, stroking her face with your thumbs. You could see the colour come back to her face and you sighed thankfully. It only took her a few second to get back on her feet, Caitlyn awkwardly standing there a little unsure on what to do or say.

"We're going to have to be more careful now. Silco will be watching." She said, walking backwards and into the very unstable pillar holding up the entire build. The cracking was expected but the rustling that came from outside was not.

Carefully, Caitlyn opened the door to see Silco already there. Vi turned to you, smirked and nodded.

"You ready?"

"Always."

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So we've already seen the reactions that could be provoked by Killer if Color was kidnapped... But I'm wondering just how bad it could be if Killer had to witness Color die right in front of him, helpless, unable to do anything.

I have no idea if this has been talked about before or not but I'd really like to hear your thoughts!!!

Like imagine if Color had made him a promise once before, saying that he promises that he'll never leave him no matter what happens.

And well, now that the promise is broken... Yeah

TW: talk of death and suicide and suicidal ideation, plus past suicide attempt. Stage 1 view death as freedom and rest, and Stage 2 not caring if he lives or dies so longs as he’s useful. Plus Killer being codependent on Color for purpose.

To be honest, I don’t think Killer would think much of promises. While in Stage 1, he’d have a more emotional connection to the idea of course, but I doubt Stage 2 genuinely cares or connects with such concepts. If it’s an emotionally charged moment, he’d probably make a joke or something a blow of the encounter as nothing much.

If we’re going by my little headcanons about Chara and Killer having a scared pinky swear system, where the other is allowed punished with death should the pinky swear ever be broken, Stage 2 would probably take a pinky swear in this context to mean, “If Color swears to never leave me, pinky swears on it, and then leaves me; then I am allowed to kill him.”

Color’s promise would be “I pinky swear not to leave you,” but Killer’s would be, “If you leave me, I am allowed to kill you.”

And I feel that..that idea would seem off to him, which has never happened before. He does not want to kill Color (and Color tells him that’s important, what Killer wants). So I don’t think Killer would offer him a pinky swear, regardless of the sense of security it’d bring him, but as a result he wouldn’t take Color’s promise that seriously. Death and violence is an inevitable part of life to Killer, but he still grieves them all so much in Stage 1.

(Back when he was with Chara and not out in the real world, he could just write the deaths off as not mattering while in Stage 2. Chara can Reset, they’ll come back, it’s fine. It’s different now that death is more permanent and sure, but still, it’s normal.)

Ultimately, I think Color’s death is going to be one of those things he doesn’t remember clearly. He will probably finds pieces of Color in the mundane aspects of life (the little romantic he is)—he’ll see Color in the flames of candlelight, and Color in the cameras he would’ve loved, and Color in the quotes about hope and change. Color in the warmth of heat and the light of the sun. The vibrant colors of rainbows after a rainy day.

If Killer remains with Nightmare, there’s an extreme possibility that he’ll eventually become unable to tell if any of it ever actually happened while in Stage 1. If Color was real, or just a figment the sputtering ashes of Sans conjured up in a desperate attempt to believe that freedom and hope is possible for something like Killer. Especially if Nightmare or any of the other Gang members reinforce this belief, and either don’t allow or get rid of any signs that Color existed.

He likely won’t trust any attempts of people like Dream or Swap, trying to reach out.

I doubt there’d be any chance of convincing Killer to leave Nightmare in this timeline. Hope and light died with Color, and so did the warmth. Nightmare would probably replace him with another Killer soon, whenever Killer’s determination fades away and leaves him a husk.

This type of Killer realizes that peace was possible in a way that wasn’t just death, but that was taken away. He realized what he was missing, what he was being denied, unlike other Killers who haven’t or won’t meet Color or someone like him. He’ll serve Nightmare until he becomes obsolete.

I’m sure he’ll consider ending himself in Stage 1. He did it after he killed Chara. If he has any responsibilities or people to say goodbye to, such as his cats or Swap or the rest of the Epic and Star Sanses, then I’m sure he’ll do that. With plans to off himself as soon as possible if no one stops him; because Killer doesn’t live for himself. Hasn’t for a long time. He practically begs both Color and Swap to put him out of his misery.

He lives either out of spite and Determination, or because there’s still a use someone can make of him; because others want him to.

So in the case where he’s with Nightmare, his Stage 2 self will live out of spite, because he’s still useful, because the Player wants him alive. His Stage 1 self will probably try to take care of his cats. Once his use is up he won’t fight death.

If he’s free of Nightmare, I think this will probably be when the Epic Sanses and Dream and Swap all attempt to keep a close eye on him. I don’t think he’ll like it, he probably doesn’t feel like they’re doing it out of concern for him, but simply because of pity or because they cared about Color and Color cared about him.

I think he’ll spend a lot of time in Stage 2, and as a result, I think he’ll probably just leave the Omega Timeline for a while. It’s too full of memories of Color, of things that won’t happen again, and people looking at him with pity or disgust that are an inconvenience.

He probably won’t take his cats with him; just make sure they’re safe with Ccino or the other Epic Sanses. He won’t ask Delta to come with him (he has Beta to provide stability for, and running away with Nightmare’s pet is just asking to be called a traitor), and neither will he ask Epic or Cross. On some level, Stage 2 Killer probably always just assumed that they all only tolerated him because of Color.

I’m seeing a possibility where Stage 2 packs his bags, drops his cats and their care stuff off with Ccino or at a cat daycare in the Omega Timeline, and attempts to secretly leave some time at night. But maybe he’s headed off by Dream, Core Frisk, Epic, Cross and Delta + Beta.

They’re all here to make sure Killer isn’t attempting to run off to off himself or trying to go back to Nightmare, which, no. He isn’t. Color wouldn’t want that for him.

And besides that, Epic and Cross and XChara are possibly wanting to go with him; wherever Killer is journeying off to. Killer has no idea why the fuck they want to, but he doesn’t care if they come or not. (They’re claim it’s because Killer is their bro (Epic’s words), but he thinks it’s because they don’t want him changing his mind as soon as he slips into Stage 1 and brings out a dagger.)

Delta and Beta would go with them, but as always, Delta won’t risk Beta’s health and safety. So they’re to say goodbye and make sure Killer stays in touch and visits. It’s the same for Dream and Core, but Core is also there to find Killer a safe place to stop at.

They’ll probably attempt to drop him and the others off in an AU that has enough positivity that Nightmare won’t think to look, but also has a place and precautions in place should Killer become a safety risk.

That was the deal when Killer first joined the Omega Timeline—no killing, no harming, no negativity. No going back to Nightmare and risking the Omega Timeline and its residents.

So what I’m saying is they’ll probably plop him into some sort of rehabilitation center, and if he has a therapist in the Omega Timeline (which I doubt), he’ll probably either do online sessions as mandatory or be required to find one in this AU.

Because although he seems fine and perfectly put together in Stage 2 (he’s still not, given how he avoids and dodges any topic discussing Color), everyone knows it’s a different story in every other Stage. Either way, I feel like Color’s death will leave him feeling once again hopeless and trapped—that it’s pointless to want for anything—and that death is the only rest.

(I also wouldn’t be surprised if he starts hearing Color’s voice in his head and seeing his shadowy figure of the corner of his eye eventually, too.)