#since the... you know... (whispers) the steak scene

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OPLA men - I licked it so it's mine

Shanks / Mihawk / Zoro / Sanji x Reader

this is @justnerdystuffs' fault idea with a little twist here and there and it has been sitting in my drafts for ages 🫣

Warnings: implied mutual pining, idiots (all of them), fluff, kissing, implied relationship afterwards and other stuff , height difference, not proofread (I just wanted to finish something finally 😭🤧)

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It's been weeks since you have had a decent meal.

After such a long time, you finally landed on an island with a nice-looking bar where the rest of the crew could celebrate whatever excuse they could come up with for drinking and partying. You couldn't care less at the moment.

You had half the menu ordered, knowing full well some of the guys would join in on the feast whether you invited them or not. And that was fine, really, until they tried to take a bite of your steak. Roux was indeed lucky not to lose a hand.

However, your dearest captain had no such self-preservation instincts. You were on very good terms with the man, Shanks was easy to get along with, but he could be such a child sometimes.

He was sitting right next to you and he moved in the moment you turned your head in the other direction to look at some stunt Yasopp was trying to pull. You turned back just in time at the sound of the fork being stabbed into meat.

You moved fast, but not fast enough. The red-haired manchild took the last piece of your steak and quickly licked it from bottom to top, grinning at you with sauce staining his cheek right from under his scars all the way to his chin.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I licked it so it's mine."

From the other side of the table Ben was watching the scene in morbid fascination, ready to save his captain from certain death once again and he didn't like the sinister grin slowly pulling at your lips.

"Hmm," you leaned closer as Shanks put down the food on his plate, reaching for a napkin to wipe his face before you grabbed his hand, yanked him closer, gripping his chin in your other hand, you slowly licked the sauce off the side of his face before you pulled away and smirked at him as you claimed, "I guess that means you are mine now."

The room turned silent, all eyes on you two, as Shanks regarded you with a strange expression, and Ben stood still right where he jumped up when you launched for the captain, while you just stared at the man before you with slowly widening eyes as you just realised what you have done.

Before you could pull further away, Shanks quickly lifted you from your chair, making it tumble back as he pulled you into his lap with his smile quickly returning but with a new warmth to it, and you already knew you were in trouble before you heard what he had to say.

"Yours, huh?" he asked, cupping your cheek gently as he leaned in impossibly close, playfully nudging your nose with his and whispered, "I think I like the sound of that."

Steak forgotten, the crew's cheering ignored, you kissed the grinning idiot and you could't help but smile into the kiss too.

Ben in the background collapsed back into his chair, grabbed a large bottle of rum, and took a big gulp, already dreading what these two will put him through together.

You didn't know how Shanks convinced the swordsman to stay for the celebration but you were having fun watching your captain get on his nerves and when you saw the opportunity to join in that fun, you just had to do it.

There was no shortage of alcohol but Dracule Mihawk has a certain taste and you knew he would go for the good stuff, so you acted as soon as he got up from his seat from next to Shanks.

You took your time to pour out the remaining wine from the last, almost empty bottle and waited until the warlord got close enough that you could tease him without too many witnesses.

He towered over you somewhat menacingly, slightly raising his eyebrows expectantly as his gaze travelled down to the glass in your hand and back to your face in a meaningful motion. You were not intimidated in the slightest though.

On the contrary, you faked innocence as you mimicked his gesture before locking your gaze with his and letting your lips pull up into a little smirk then you lifted the glass and slowly dragged your tongue around the edge of it.

"I licked it so it's mine." you stated cheerfully and shrugged at his almost unperceivable widened eyes that betrayed his surprise or anger. Definitely disbelief, you decided.

Following a tense silence, a rare smile graced his lips, and you stopped breathing for a moment as he leaned in closer. 

"Is that right?" he murmured. His usually bored tone a mix between amusement, mocking and challenge.

Mihawk didn’t wait for your response but took a hold of your chin and smashed his lips against yours just as you gasped, and he took the opportunity to immediately deepen the kiss and lick into your mouth, letting you taste the wine he has been drinking throughout the night and you had no opportunity to sample because you dropped the glass as soon as his lips touched yours.

He didn't seem bothered by the pricey drink going to waste or you knocking down his hat as you desperately reached out and hang onto him by his nape while you tried to keep up with his maddening, passionate, slow, seductive kiss that made you feel like the room was spinning around you.

He pulled away just as abruptly as he started the kiss but he didn't let you go while he regarded you with a smug expression.

"I believe that makes you mine." When you failed to reply, he faked thinking about it for a second, then his smirk returned and he added, “Hmm. Perhaps I’ll have to be more thorough with my claiming.” before capturing your lips again and lifting you up into his arms to take you away somewhere private to make good on his promise.

Luffy claimed most of the food as you sat down, and he did it in the most disgusting but interesting way possible. He stretched his tongue out and licked over all the plates at his half of the table, grinning as he yelled excitedly, "I licked it! So it's mine!"

A moment of horror passed then everyone dug into (the safe part of) the feast. Everyone, except the green haired menace next to you.

Zoro collected both bottles of wine to himself opening them and storing them on his other side, even though he knew that was the only drink you'd find acceptable and it was pretty much all the same to him as long as it had alcohol in it.

He didn't react to you theatrically clearing your throat as you turned to him so you kicked his leg with a force that made him jump up a little.

He looked at you with surprise that quickly turned into annoyance then a wordless challenge. When the silent staredown didn't end with his win he sighed and reached for both bottles, and he extended one of them towards you but pulled back before you could grab it and went to lick over that bottle opening and then the other. Smiling at you in triumph as he said,

"Heard the captain. Rules are rules!"

Huffing at the audacity, you waited until he raised a bottle to his lips and hit the bottom, tipping it so he would spill the wine on himself.

He stood abruptly, making the chair almost fall over as you laughed.

The others' only reaction was a look in your way, they were used to your antics by now, they expected a fight as soon as you sat down beside the ex pirate hunter.

What no one, including you saw coming was your next move. Your eyes followed the droplets of wine dripping down Zoro's neck as he tried to dry his shirt with a napkin. It was all in vain, the fabric was soaked through.

You blinked a few times, trying to gather some sense into you, and obviously failing as you batted away his hands, produced a knife and slit his shirt open in a flash. Then, as you stood up you licked over his toned abdomen and chest, all the way up to his jaw before biting him teasingly there.

He blinked rapidly, taking in a staggering breath as he looked down at you, fixing his gaze on your now wine red lips. You licked them to savour the taste then you took the other bottle, sauntered over to the door and paused, looking back at Zoro with a challenging eyebrow raise before you left.

"Huh," was all he said before he followed you to your room.

You narrowed your eyes at Sanji, eyeing him with growing annoyance as he ate the rare bite-sized food that was gifted to you as the last creation of the chef who the cook obsessed over for the entire week. He moaned and swooned over the taste as you clenched your teeth together, trying to come up with an appropriate revenge.

Sanji looked at you with innocent eyes, smiling sweetly as he ased, "What?"

You looked down at the empty plate pointedly and then back at the thief just in time to see him shrug. "You know the rule, I licked it so it's mine."

Your body moved before you could think it through, grasping his chin with one hand, brushing away his hair from his face and grabbing him by the back of his head with your other hand as you quickly licked the side of his face and pushed him back a little as you stepped back. There, the gesture says.

Waiting for his disgusted reaction, you started to grin, satisfied with your little revenge for now, at least for a moment or so because he didn't react how you thought at all.

He seemed to be frozen in place except for his slowly widening eyes, then he gasped, giggled, and turned to you with a grin, exclaiming loudly that, "I'm yours now, no takebacks!"

You huffed at the ridiculous train of thought and turned to leave but he hugged you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, arms circling around your waist and you couldn't help but smile as you sighed dramatically but placed your hands on his, letting him pull you into an even tighter embrace that you would be trapped in for a while.

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LOVE UR WORK for hyper & chill im thinking abt when hoon has to meet y/n’s parents in a short noticee !!

Hyper&Chill | psh

act 25: her family

previous

Sunghoon had no idea what he was walking into.

One moment, he was relaxing in his car, waiting for you to finish running errands. The next, you were climbing into the passenger seat, looking mildly stressed, and blurting out,

“Hey, change of plans. My mom invited me—us—over for dinner to celebrate my sister’s grades.”

Sunghoon blinked. “Us?”

“Yes, us.” You fastened your seatbelt, turning to him with an apologetic smile. “It’s last-minute, I know, but my mom really wants to meet you. And since we’re already out, we might as well go, right?”

Sunghoon, who had been mentally preparing for a casual night with just you, suddenly felt very underprepared.

“Wait—right now?”

You nodded.

“Like, I’m meeting your whole family?”

You nodded again.

He exhaled, gripping the steering wheel. “… Do I have time to rehearse a speech? Maybe draft a survival plan?”

You laughed. “Babe, it’s just dinner.”

“Just dinner? I’m meeting your parents and your three younger siblings—all at once. That’s basically a job interview, a social experiment, and a survival challenge combined.”

“You’ll be fine,” you reassured, patting his thigh. “They’re nice! Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

You grinned. “My dad might joke about being strict with you, though.”

Sunghoon groaned. “Great. I’m already stressed.”

The second you both walked in, chaos erupted.

Your 6-year-old brother, Jihoon, came bolting toward you, clinging to your leg.

“NOONA!” he squealed. “You’re home!”

You giggled, ruffling his hair. “Of course, I am, baby.”

Sunghoon watched in quiet awe as you effortlessly scooped up Jihoon, carrying him like it was second nature.

Then came your 15-year-old brother, Minjae, who gave you an acknowledging nod before eyeing Sunghoon like a detective analyzing a suspect.

“Is this the guy?” Minjae asked, arms crossed.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Minjae, this is the guy.”

Sunghoon cleared his throat, extending a hand. “Park Sunghoon. Nice to meet you.”

Minjae eyed him for another second before shaking his hand. “We’ll see if you’re cool.”

Sunghoon exhaled. Fantastic. A test.

Then, your 17-year-old sister, Yejin, emerged from the kitchen, excitedly grinning.

“Ooooh, so this is Sunghoon!” she teased. “You’re cuter in person.”

Sunghoon blinked. “Uh—thanks?”

“And polite! I approve.” She turned to you. “Nice catch, unnie.”

Sunghoon felt slightly relieved—until your dad entered the scene.

Your father, who had an impressive height and a naturally intimidating aura, gave Sunghoon a once-over before nodding stiffly.

“So, you’re the boyfriend.”

Sunghoon straightened, suddenly feeling like he was in the military. “Yes, sir.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow. “Sir? What, am I your superior officer?”

Sunghoon swallowed. “I—I just wanted to be respectful.”

Your dad hummed. “We’ll see if you deserve that respect.”

Sunghoon froze.

Then, you sighed dramatically, stepping in. “Dad, stop scaring him.”

Your mom suddenly peeked from the kitchen, beaming. “Oh, don’t listen to him, Sunghoon! We’re so happy to have you here.”

Sunghoon internally sighed in relief. At least one parent was on his side.

Dinner was… an experience.

Sunghoon watched in admiration as you navigated everything so smoothly—helping set the table, serving food, making sure Jihoon ate properly, and even scolding Minjae when he got too snarky.

You were effortlessly caring, balancing your role as a daughter and older sister with so much ease.

At one point, Jihoon sat on your lap, whining about something, and you just soothed him, whispering to him gently. Sunghoon had never seen you like this before—so soft, so natural in this role.

And… it made his heart ache a little.

Because wow.

He was so in love with you.

Of course, your family wasn’t going to let him have a moment of peace.

“So, Sunghoon,” your dad started, casually cutting his steak. “What are your intentions with my daughter?”

Sunghoon nearly choked.

You groaned. “Dad.”

“What? It’s a valid question!”

Sunghoon, regaining composure, sat up straight. “Serious ones, sir.”

Your dad stared at him for a long second before cracking a grin. “Good answer.”

Sunghoon exhaled. Crisis averted.

Just when Sunghoon thought he was in the clear, your dad suddenly stood up, went to the living room, and came back with a photo album.

“Let’s show him baby pictures,” your dad said with way too much glee.

Your soul left your body.

“NO. Dad, no—”

But it was too late.

Your dad opened the album, flipping through pages until he found the worst one possible—one of baby you, sitting in a bathtub with your chubby cheeks puffed out.

Sunghoon lit up.

“OMO,” he exclaimed. “LOLOVE.”

You groaned, hiding your face. “I hate this.”

Sunghoon beamed, poking at the picture. “You were so cute! Look at your little cheeks!”

Your mom giggled. “She used to throw tantrums if she didn’t get her favorite blanket.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Oh, so that’s where the bratty side comes from.”

You smacked his arm. “Shut up!”

Your siblings laughed. Your dad looked too pleased.

And Sunghoon?

He looked like he had never been happier in his life.

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫

As soon as you got into the car, you exhaled dramatically.

“That was horrible.”

Sunghoon grinned. “That was the best night of my life.”

You shot him a look. “You would think that.”

He chuckled before reaching over and squeezing your hand. “Your family is amazing, Lolove. And you?” He softened. “You’re even more amazing than I thought.”

You felt your face heat up. “… You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.” He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “You’re such a good big sister and daughter. Seeing you like that tonight just made me love you more.”

Your heart fluttered.

“You’re unfair,” you muttered. “Now I’m all flustered.”

Sunghoon smirked. “Good. Now you know how I feel all the time.”

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hiiii omg i was so excited when you posted another part of the bully eren series!! ive been keeping up with the series ever since 2021 and usually i hate bully fics but the way you write eren is just chefs kiss 🤌

i was even more excited when i saw requests are open!

**TW// i wanted to ask what would happen if eren either accidentally/purposely killed us? I thought of this based off the last line from the recent eren fic. would he be the type to commit suicide or try to move on with his life (id be surprised if this is the case based on the other asks sent in previously lol) reader can be any gender btw

tysm for your wonderful writing! i hope you’re doing well!

Bully eren x G/N reader

What if he purposely k!lled reader?

Tw/ light non con, murdaaa, kn!fe, blood, clearly yandere , angst.

thank you sm whoever you are for keeping up with my posts even though i’m sooo inconstant<33

not proofread 🌝 as always lololol

There’s something so seeet and hypnotic about death. Some people say they see God, or a light. As your eyes daze and your pulse slows, you can hear wren cooing in your ear.

“ it’s okay baby. I know it’s hard but it’s okay. You don’t have to be scared i’m right behind you.”

Blood flows from your wounds, pulsing and flowing freely. There’s not enough time. There’s no way for you to call for help. There’s no way for you to fight, so you just lay back in erens arms and let him soothe you.

You should’ve known. You should’ve tried and fought harder to get away. You thought if you just ignored him he would go away but it just got worse and worse.

You’d come home from school and nothing particularly interesting happened that day but apparently it was the last straw for eren.

You didn’t answer his texts, you took a different route to class to avoid going past him. You even shut and lock the door behind you knowing he was calling your name.

He waited until nightfall to break in through your kitchen window. Mostly prepared, he’d already had a bag filled with ziplocks, and a box cutter. He knew he had the box cutter in his bag but yet he still grabbed a steak knife from your counter, testing it on his own skin to see if it was sharp enough before heading to your room.

He watched you sleep for hours, deliberately taking his time watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. He wasn’t deciding whether or not to let you live. Thjs had gone on long enough and he was sure this was the end, he just wanted to savor the moment.

He dumped out his container of items and went over to your sleeping body, gently tying your wrists and ankles to the bed posts.

He took his time and caressed your soft, warm skin. He stripped you from your clothes and ran his hands up and down your body.

He used duck tape to put over your mouth after kissing your soft lips.

He stripped himself of his own clothing and lied with you, tucking his face into your neck. He waited and waited before continuing. He kissed down your body before reaching your sex.

He licked and spit on you, devouring you knowing it would be the last time.

He moaned against you and sucked harder, exploring your body like never before.

You started to wake up, writhing at the pleasure but quickly that pleasure turned into fear and confusion.

You tried to say his name which only spurred him to continue fucking you with his mouth. The sound of you begging and whining through the tape just got him harder. He began to grind against your mattress trying to receive his own pleasure. He kept licking and sucking, sloppily making a scene out of eating you.

He abruptly stopped and started to kiss his way back up your trembling body. He whispered words you couldn’t understand as he kissed your ear.

“ Don’t be scared “

He said it so quietly and softly that you almost believed him.

But the sudden sharp pain in your right wrist brought numb tears to your eyes. You tried to scream but the fucking tape wouldn’t allow you to. You felt him cut across your left wrist.

He undid your zip ties but your wounded body wouldn’t move, you felt hopeless and paralyzed as your eyes went back and forth between your arms.

He scooped you up and laid you against his chest and turned thought it was all a mistake. Eren wasn’t here to kill you. It was just a big misunderstanding and he would explain everything.

But that only happens in fairytails. Eren was no prince, he was no hero here to save you.

You felt him wrap his arms around you tightly before puncturing you once again, this time in the chest. He let the knife sit there a moment before slowly removing it.

“ I’m not sorry baby. I told you this would happen. If I have to live without you in my life, then you don’t get to live at all.”

you felt tears against your neck as he whispered to you.

He took your duck tape off and let you take shallow breaths. Too weak to scream, you only slumped back against him. Heart slowly coming to stop, you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

No last words from you were said.

Eren grabbed the bloody knife once again and kissed your unmoving lips one last time before slitting his own throat.

Even after death, he wouldn’t let you go.

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guys pls make sure you telling someone if you’re being abused or harassed so this doesn’t happen to you lololol. This is just a fic don’t ever let it get to this point.

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i found you | rúben dias

💘 synopsis: it's rúben's and isabella's first valentine's day together. warnings: fluff and gratuitous valentine-cute-themed smut becasue why not. (can be read as x reader cause i forgot to mention the oc name in the story) (this is a sequel to between the lines, but can be read as a standalone; since there's no actual smut in the original story, i figured i should give my oc a nice epilogue) (W.C. 1.5K)

Once upon a time, I was convinced that romantic love was nothing more than an annoying distraction. It was like a stubborn pebble in my shoe, constantly irritating me and diverting my focus from what truly mattered.

With great ambitions driving me forward, I embraced the life of a workaholic sports journalist. I'd dreamed of this career for as long as I could remember, and I was determined to make it to the top. Nothing and no one could derail the carefully plotted course I had set for myself. Or so I thought.

But then, love snuck up on me when I least expected it, turning my world upside down. I found myself falling for someone who challenged my carefully constructed plans and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.

As Valentine's Day approached, I reflected on how much had changed since that time when I thought love was nothing but a nuisance. Now, it is the very thing that brings color to my life. 

And as I prepared for a romantic dinner with the person who had stolen my heart, I felt nothing but gratefulness for the delightful chaos he had brought into my life.

We stepped into a cozy restaurant, the aroma of delicious food enveloped us, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Valentine's Day dinner with Rúben – it is still surreal, like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

We plopped down at our table, and Rúben dove into the menu like it was a puzzle. Couldn't help but poke fun at him.

"Can't make up your mind, huh? Let me guess, torn between the steak and the seafood pasta." I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

He glanced up, "Actually, I was thinking of going all in and ordering the entire dessert menu. You know, for research." He joked, his laughter contagious.

After dinner and a couple drinks, we decided to head back to Rúben's place. As we walked out of the restaurant, the crisp evening air hit us. We strolled side by side, our steps matching in rhythm, exchanging playful banter along the way. 

Eventually, we reached Rúben's apartment building, and he held the door open for me with a charming smile. I followed him inside. As we stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere shifted, a sense of excitement mingled with nerves. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, we both knew what was coming next.

The elevator ride felt like it lasted an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing floor. And when we finally reached Rúben's floor, the door to his apartment swung open, and we stepped inside. 

We stood there for a moment, taking in the scene before us, the air thick with anticipation. And as Rúben turned to face me, his eyes sparkling with desire, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.

"I'm so happy." He whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah?" I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "Well, there are plenty of ways you can show me just how happy."

"I'll do my best." He answered, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging inside me. 

The atmosphere was charged with electricity, every glance and touch sending jolts of excitement through my veins. Rúben's eyes sparkled with desire as he guided me further into the room, his hand warm against mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire between us. We lost ourselves in each other's embrace. This was where I belonged – in Rúben's arms, surrounded by love and desire.

We surrendered to the intensity of our connection. Rúben's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of my body as if committing it to memory, each touch igniting a new wave of desire within me.

With practiced ease, he lifted me off my feet, his strong arms holding me close as he carried me towards the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the sensation of being so close to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

As he gently lowered me onto the bed, our eyes locked in a silent promise of passion and devotion.

His kisses became more intense, I could hear the rhythm of his breathing growing more rapid. His fingers curled around my hips, pulling me closer, pushing me further onto him. I whimpered as pleasure surged through me.

His hands continued their journey southward, tracing the curves of my body with skillful precision. The look in his eyes told me he was feeling the same wild need I was.

I arched my back, grinding my hips against him, letting him feel my desire. And the sensations only intensified as he teased my clit with his tongue, coaxing it into bloom. With every touch, with my body under his mercy, the room around me began to spin.

He parted my legs with his knee and buried his face between them, moaning as he kissed my inner thighs. In that moment I realized I could reach orgasm with just his lips caressing my most intimate flesh. I lost control. I cried out as ecstasy overwhelmed me.

Without warning, his mouth descended on mine again, seeking out the sweetness of my lips, inserting one finger inside of me. Then another one. I cried out in delight, pushing myself deeper onto his digits. His fingers worked relentlessly at their task. I let go of my inhibitions and gave myself over to his expert ministrations, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

Finally, after several moments of total bliss, I collapsed under him, breathless and spent.

He pulled away and smiled, cupping my cheek tenderly, gazing deeply into my eyes. 

My eyes were heavy as I stared into his; dark pools that bore an intensity I'd never seen before. There was a strange expression on his face, a combination of curiosity and wonder. It didn't take me long to realize that he was looking at me with complete adoration.

Cuddling with him, I could feel just how hard he was, laying on top of me. I smiled, still feeling a bit shaky after such a harsh orgasm, and placed my hand on his member. He looked at me with wonder.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Mmm, not really." I admitted, rubbing the bulge tentatively.

"Maybe I should give you a rest first." He leaned forward and licked my earlobe playfully.

"Oh, but I've been dreaming about this all day." I breathed into his ear.

He whispered back, "Well, who am I to deny you your dreams?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, turning my knees weak. I reached up to pull him closer, craving the feel of his skin against mine. Then, before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

It was like he possessed me. With just one swift motion, he pushed me backwards, then pressed himself firmly against me. He let out a low moan as he lifted my leg higher, curling me around his waist, penetrating me with one forceful thrust. The sensation was incredible. He reached behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

As he slowly moved in and out of me, I heard the same soft sound of pleasure escape from both of us. I found myself getting lost in his deep brown eyes, forgetting where I was and everything else around me. My head fell back against his shoulder as he moved ever so slightly faster. It wasn't long before I came again.

But instead of slowing down or stopping, he picked up speed even more.

My heart raced as I surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me. With each powerful thrust, I felt myself edging closer to the brink of losing my mind, my body trembling with ecstasy.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his breath hot against my ear as he drove me to the edge and beyond. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin as I rode the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

And then, in a crescendo of bliss, we reached the pinnacle together, our cries of release mingling in the air. 

We lay entwined in each other's arms, spent and breathless. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense connection between us, binding us together. With him by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way, knowing that our love would always be our guiding light.

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COD: Modern Warfare Reboot (Under Siege - Book 1)

The late afternoon sunlight gently heats the interior of Vivat Bacchus, where the blend of coziness and sophistication is highlighted by exposed brick walls and rustic wooden beams.

The soft pendant lighting adds to the ambiance, making it an ideal spot to relax after a busy day. The group sat at a round table near the window, taking in the lively scenes of Farringdon's streets. Soap reclined in his chair, resting his arm behind over Cam, while Gaz browsed the wine menu with keen interest.

Simon sat beside Soap and Cam, carefully observing the room with his typical attentiveness. He longed for Gabby's presence, but he had to be patient until his wife returned from Las Almas. Until then, he had to be present for Cameron.

When John's phone vibrated, he looked at the screen, and his expression shifted as he read the alert. Afterward, he placed his phone face down with a serious look on his face.

"You good?" Gaz asked, catching the change of his demeanor.

"Yeah," John said. "It's from Laswell. More intel on a case I’ve been looking over since then. Everything's cryptic for now."

Cam looked up from her menu. "What's it about?"

John adjusted his position in his chair as her voice lowered to almost a whisper. "There are illegal shipments passing through the ports. Laswell suspects it's beyond regular smuggling, but she hasn't pieced everything together yet."

"Weapons? Drugs?" Soap speculated. 

"Not sure," he responded, locking eyes with Soap. "Whatever it is, it's big enough to catch her attention." 

Gaz leaned in and remarked, "So, we're dealing with more than just a few shady crates?" 

"This isn't a minor operation. She wouldn't have flagged it otherwise," John replied casually. 

Before they could add further into their discussion, a middle-aged waiter approached them with a warm smile. "Good afternoon. Are you ready to order, or do you need a bit more time?" 

The group exchanged looks, and John motioned for Cam to start. 

"I'll have the grilled seabass, please," Cam said, passing her menu to Soap. 

"Ribeye, medium rare," Soap said with a grin, handing over his menu to the waiter. 

"The same for me, but well done." Gaz chimed in.

Simon glanced at the menu briefly before saying, "Lamb shank.”

"Steak, well done,” John said before returning the menu to the waiter. 

"Okay. I'll bring those out shortly," the waiter said, collecting their menus after he jotted their orders on his small pad and left their table.

Soap leaned back and continued, "Alright, about the case. Do you think this is bigger, if Laswell is concerned about unknown smugglers?" 

"Possibly," John replied, taking a small sip of his cold water before setting it down. "If these shipments are part of a larger network, we might uncover ties to past groups—or new players trying to establish themselves." 

"Wouldn't be the first time," Simon commented nonchalantly. 

"It could be anything—a smuggling operation or something worse,” John drummed his fingers on the table thoughtfully. “Either way, we need to stay vigilant." 

"Well," Soap said with a sly grin, "chasing smugglers at least gives us some exercise. Gabby would do a bit of undercover and we’ll know who is behind the operation." 

"As long as we don't end up in another freezing swamp," Gaz said, almost scowling at Soap. 

John chuckled. "If it comes to that, try to follow my orders, MacTavish." 

Soap rolled his eyes. "Come on, Cap'n, admit it—I keep things interesting." 

Cam shook her head, laughing softly. "Soapy. you make every bit of situation a bit too interesting."

The table erupted in laughter as Soap shot a mischievous glance at Gaz. 

"Speaking of interest," he started, "I think it's time we revisit that little incident in Ankara..." 

Gaz's laughter faded as he focused intently on Soap. "Oh no mate, don't even think about it—" 

But Soap was already diving into the tale, his Scottish accent growing stronger. "So, we're on a recon mission, right? Just Gaz and me, since Laswell sent us to check things out with your Dad and Ghost. Low profile, nothing fancy. Gaz is up on a rooftop, doing his usual expert surveillance..." 

Cam stifled a laugh, already finding it amusing.

"And then, over the comms, I hear frantic buzzing. Gaz starts muttering about a 'compromise.' I'm thinking, "‘oh shit, did someone catch us?’ So I rush over, ready for action."

Gaz clicked his tongue, crossing his arms and looking away. He was already dreading where this story ends.

"Turns out, Gaz wasn't surrounded by enemies," Soap said, grinning widely. "He was stuck on that rooftop, fighting a bloody pigeon." 

Cam couldn't contain her laughter, imagining Gaz aiming his weapon at an innocent pigeon. The rest of the group joined in, and even Simon let out a rare chuckle and shook his head, adding to Gaz's embarrassment. 

"That thing came out of nowhere," Gaz protested. "Almost took my eye out!" 

"Kyle, you should’ve seen yourself,” Soap giggled, as his accent thickened “you were swatting at that bird like it was a threat. Poor pigeon had no idea what was happening."

Gaz sighed. "One day, it'll be your turn against a bird, and I’ll be there to witness it." 

"I'd pay to see that," Cam teased, nudging Soap. "Think you can fight the bird?" 

"Of course," Soap declared, puffing out his chest. "Unlike Gaz, I can handle a bird or two."

"Speaking of pigeons," Simon leaned forward, his tone casual and his eyes turned to John, "I don't think we've addressed Price's relationship with goats."

John scoffed before shaking his head with a quick smile.

"It's not a 'relationship,' Simon," he corrected before frowning. "I just don't like the damn things."

"Wait. Are we talking about actual goats here?" Cam questioned. Her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Soap and Gaz exchanged a knowing look, their grins widening like they'd been waiting for this. Soap leaned forward, practically glowing with excitement. "Oh, babe, we're talking real, live goats. And the fact that your Papa absolutely can't stand them."

John crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, staring at Soap with an expressionless face. "It's not that I'm against them," he clarified, although his annoyance was apparent. "I just don't want them near me."

"Sure," Simon replied, his grin widening as he looked over at Gaz. "Remember our trip to Syria?"

"Oh, I remember," Gaz nodded, smiling. "I've never seen a Captain retreat so quickly."

Cam chuckled and asked, "What happened? I need to hear this."

Simon adjusted his position in his seat, setting the scene as if he was about to share the most epic tale ever. "We were stationed at this small farm near a village, keeping things low-key and under the radar. While we were checking the area, a group of goats came out from behind one of the buildings. There were at least ten of them."

"And our fearless leader here, your father," Soap gestured toward John, "just froze. Total deer-in-the-headlights."

"They were in my way," John said, his glare not deterring them. "I didn't have a choice."

Simon raised an eyebrow, looking smug. "Sure. Instead of just going around them, you tried to shoo them away. But one of them wasn't having it."

"Next thing we know," Gaz continued, "he's face-to-face with this angry goat. And instead of backing down, it charged right at him!"

They watched as her eyes widened. Cam crossed her arms over her chest and asked, "What did you do to the poor goat, Dad?"

"I didn't do anything," John insisted, though his voice betrayed his own doubt. "It wasn't charging at me; it was just seeing how far it could go." 

Cam squinted suspiciously. "Liar." 

Soap burst into laughter, loud enough to draw attention. "Price, that goat had you running laps around the barn! Every time you turned, it was right there, ready to ram you across the field!" 

Cam couldn't stop laughing, holding her stomach as she imagined her father's predicament. "Seriously, Dad, how do you manage life-or-death situations when you can't even handle a goat you were backing away from?" 

"I call it personal preference," John replied sarcastically, still looking displeased. "When I say I don't like goats, I really mean it." 

"That's one way to put it," Simon remarked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. "I'd say the goat came out on top that time. Gabby had a big laugh on your demise, John. You made her day.”

John squinted at Simon. "Really? Next time you're up against a goat, Simon, let's see how you handle that. I’ll bet you Gabby won’t save you from this." 

Gaz shook his head, chuckling. "Honestly, we should consider pigeons and goats our worst foes from now on. They cause more damage than any insurgents could." 

Cam, her laughter finally fading, shook her head and gave John a playful, warm smile. "Don't worry, Dad. I promise no petting zoo trips are in the cards any time soon." 

John rolled his eyes, letting out a small laugh, until Cam took her phone out of her pocket, stood up, and stepped just a few inches away from the table.

"Come on, everyone, line up," she said, gesturing for them to gather around. "It’s time for a photo!" 

The men adjusted their chairs around the table, leaning closer to where her smartphone's camera was directed. Gaz and Soap exchanged a look, and then Soap leaned over with a cheeky grin, raising his middle finger. Gaz followed suit, flashing his middle finger with a serious glare at the camera. 

Simon caught on immediately and, without missing a beat, joined in by lifting his large hand to give the same salute. His deadpan expression made it all the more comical. 

Cam shook her head and laughed as she prepared the shot. "Oh, you’re all so mature, boys." 

Soap glanced over at John. "Come on, Cap’n. Don’t be shy." 

"You really want me to do this?" John asked, raising an eyebrow in skepticism. 

"Hell yeah," Gaz replied. "It’s her birthday, boss. That’s an order." 

John sighed and shook his head. 

Then, with a small defiant smile, he raised both his middle fingers and held his gaze on the camera—a clear message that anyone trying to mess with him would regret it. 

One of the men gasped while Soap cheered as Cam beamed and snapped the photo only onto to her father.

"Wow, Dad. I never thought you had it in you." 

"It's official," Gaz said with a smile. "Our boss is now one of us—living like we don't give a fuck." 

John scoffed and shook his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips. 

"Yeah, yeah. Happy birthday, Cami."

Cam quickly took a few more photos, then turned her phone to selfie mode. The camera caught her and the men in the background, still flipping the bird as they got up from the table. She gave one last smile, capturing the moments when their faces were full of humor and mischief, bonded by a connection that went deeper than duty.

✨Return to Masterlist (RTM)✨

✨Chapter 23✨

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[braveclementine]

All of Them

Warnings: 18+readersonly, could be uncomfortable for some readers since their are a lot of mentions and descriptions of an OC on her period. If you don't like blood or mentions of periods, perhaps skip the chapter.

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Elizabeth at her wedding. Violetta put a filter on the picture. 

🦢😡 𝐒Ⓣᵒя𝓨 🫓🦻

Elizabeth was pretty sure she was dying. She was curled up on the bathroom floor, a strange pain radiating in what felt like a circle just below her hips. She couldn't tell which side hurt more: her front or her back.

She was also bleeding from somewhere she had never bled from before so she was pretty sure she had some strange disease. It felt like she was being stabbed with tiny knives, but not in a hurtful way. It would fade and come, but it always came back so hard.

She felt the stab to her gut and she whimpered, curling up even more, but that seemed to hurt her back.

"Doll?" She heard a worried voice outside of the door. "Doll are you okay?"

"James." She cried out in a soft whisper.

Bucky came into the room and quickly surveyed the crime scene. He chuckled softly under his breath, kneeling down next to the bathtub and started to fill it with hot water. "Aww doll."

"It hurts. I'm dying." She pouted at him for laughing at her.

"You're not dying doll, though I'm sure you feel like it." Bucky said softly. "Let me help you out. Give me one second." Bucky said, turning off the faucet and then picked Elizabeth up in his arms. He put her down in the hot water and said, "I'll be right back."

He left the room and then he called Elijah while going over to the medicine cabinet and looking for Advil. "Hey, Elizabeth's on her period and she's in a lot of pain-"

"Don't give her any medicine." Elijah said quickly. "She never does medicine when she's on her period. She only does natural remedies."

"Okay." Bucky closed the medicine cabinet and then went ahead, searching for the heating pad. "What about heating pads?"

"Sparingly. She's read articles that says to much heat near a woman's ovaries can affect them. Women who are pregnant and go into hot springs consistently mis-carry and such. But she's not pregnant so if you use it for a couple of minutes every couple of hours I can't see it hurting. Though usually I just put my hand on her back." Elijah answered. "Don't let her have sugar. Just fruit and high protein like steak. I'll see if we have that in the kitchen. Oh, and hot water and I'll make tea."

"Got it." Bucky said, looking down at the heating pad. He hesitated, and then tossed it into the trash. No reason for any of them to use it then if it could affect their reproductive organs like that.

"Thanks for taking care of her. Let me know when she wants to eat. She gets really snippy and moody. Just be patient with her." Elijah chuckled.

"I will." Bucky smirked and then headed back to the bathroom. He knelt on the other side of the tub. Elizabeth still looked like she was in a lot of pain and he grabbed one of the washcloths off the counter.

"How are you feeling now doll?" He asked.

"It hurts. Why does it hurt?" Elizabeth asked.

He never thought in a million years that he would be explaining this to her. Or anyone.

"As a female, your body will shed your eggs every month to help um, drop the egg for fertilization for children?" Bucky said like a question. "It's usually five days long, but I've heard it's only really bad the first two days."

Elizabeth whimpered, "I don't want this."

"Sorry doll." Bucky said, almost habitually leaning forwards to kiss the side of her head. He jerked himself a little, heart pounding. Shit, he needed to be more careful.

"Is there no cure?" She asked.

"There are remedies. Elijah is making you fruit and protein. I'm going to get you some hot tea. You can soak in this hot water and relax. And then if you want, you can fall asleep in bed and sleep for most of the day." Bucky said.

"Will you stay with me?" Elizabeth asked, "You're kind've like a teddy bear."

Bucky chuckled, his heart going out to her, "You used to call me that you know. Your um Bucky Bear."

"Did you call me anything?" Elizabeth asked.

"Mostly just doll." Bucky admitted. "It was a common nickname for dames back in the forties. But uh, it's not really used anymore. But I can't break the habit and you like it anyways."

"I do." Elizabeth said softly with a slight blush. "It's a cute nickname. I like American girl dolls. I like being your doll I think."

Bucky willed his hard on to go down.

He chuckled. "Yeah?"

"Mm." She hummed, closing her eyes. "I'm kind've tired."

Bucky pulled the plug in the bathtub and grabbed one of the towels. He wrapped her in the towel tightly, smiling as she had already fallen asleep. He quickly carried her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed in there. Whose bedroom even was this? Vi's maybe? What was she even doing in here?

He quickly went to the bathroom cabinet and found the pads. He hesitated, looking at all the different types, then just went with the biggest for the safest bet. He struggled a little, but eventually got everything situated and then pulled back the covers to lay her down.

He wondered why women didn't just wear pullups or diapers. Wasn't that easier than trying to arrange these slender materials that ended up leaking through the underwear and jeans anyways?

Well, he was sure they had a reason for what they used.

Elijah called him, "Um, what room are you in?"

"We're in. . . I think it's Violetta's room." Bucky said. "I was looking for Vi cause Trang needed her. Long story short I was just on this floor and I heard Elizabeth whimper. But um its a lilac painted room with a Vampire Dairy calendar on the wall-"

"Katya." Elijah chuckled.

"Oh." Bucky said, then realized it made sense. Elizabeth and Katya's rooms were the only ones on this floor.

"Alright, I'll be there in a second." Elijah said.

Elijah came in soon after he hung up, with a bowl of fruit and a cup of red raspberry leaf tea that was steaming in spirals of gray whisps.

"She's asleep right now." Bucky said. "I can carry her down to her room-"

"Nah, it's fine. Kat hasn't stayed in this room since. . ." Elijah drifted off, putting the food down on the nightstand. "She won't care. Are you staying with her?"

"She asked me to." Bucky answered, "But maybe you should-"

"She asked for you." Elijah shrugged. "I'd say only leave if you have somewhere you need to be. She'll understand."

"Nah, I've got her." Bucky said. "I guess I'm just. . . a little nervous is all."

Elijah clapped him on the shoulder. "She's still the same. She's just a little bit more clueless."

Bucky chuckled and carefully climbed into the bed as Elijah left. He didn't touch Elizabeth as she was probably comfortable the way she was. He did hold her hand however, lifting it so he could kiss the back.

"I love you. And when you're ready, I'll say that to your face." Bucky whispered, and then fell asleep too.

💈🤬 𝓹ᗝש ℂᕼ𝔸几g𝔢 👩‍🍳🤯

Ghaida sighed as she woke up that morning, heading for the bathroom first thing to start getting ready for the day.

'So anything interesting or new that I should know?' She asked inside of her head.

'You're pregnant with twins. Congratulations!' Viden seemed to be smirking inside of her head. She, on the other hand, nearly swallowed her toothbrush.

"I'm Pregnant!" She shouted out loud, spitting toothpaste into the sink.

'With twins. That's what I said.' Viden gave her the sass now.

"Whose are they?" She continued to speak out loud, sitting down on the toilet. Her parents were going to kill her. She was pregnant with twins of some man that she wasn't married to. She was definitely disowned.

'Both of them are Thors, surprisingly, despite the fact that the night you conceived them you were also with Steve Rogers.' Viden answered.

"So before Penelope was kidnapped by Lucinda?" Ghaida asked, trying to breath.

'Precisely.'

"Is anyone else pregnant by any chance?" Ghaida asked, standing up. This was news she would have to share with the entire group very soon.

'Yes.'

Thank Allah. She wouldn't be the only one.

"Who else?" Ghaida asked, walking out to the bedroom to quickly throw on a pink sweater with bows at the elbows and wrists. She paired it with jeans and brown heel boots.

'Would you like a list?' Viden asked.

Ghaida frowned a little, 'What do you mean?'

'I mean, that every woman in the building except for Elizabeth is pregnant.' Viden answered.

Ghaida dropped her phone. "Pardon?"

'It's in the book.' Viden yawned.

Ghaida stopped talking to Viden, going over to the closet, kneeling down and unlocking the safe. She pulled the somewhat large book out and into her arms. She opened it up and flipped through the pages as she headed for the community room.

As she stood in the elevator by herself, she asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to ask the other Avengers to come to the community room so she could address them.

"How is everyone pregnant in the first place?" Ghaida asked out loud.

'Thor and Loki.' Viden replied smoothly. 'And some Asgardian magic.'

Ghaida snapped the book closed. Well, weren't they in trouble.

🦩🥪 ｐ𝐎v ᑕ𝓗αŇᎶє 🐇🅱️

"THOR! LOKI!" Ghaida shouted as she entered the community room. Steve glanced over at the Indian girl who seemed strangely angry. Which he almost never saw from her.

"What'd I do?" Thor asked confused, looking like a puppy with his tail trapped in a door.

Ghaida slammed something that Steve couldn't see, down on the table and he knew that she had her book on her. "Really? A pregnancy spell?"

"Oh." Thor said, glancing over at Tony, "Well Stark wanted to see if Trang could find a way to have children and Loki and our mother helped us fix it up. . ."

"Do you know what your spell did?" Ghaida sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Am I pregnant?" Trang asked immediately.

Ghaida looked down at her book and then said, "Yes."

"YES!" Tony shouted, scooping Trang up into his arms and kissed her passionately right then and there. "Fuck yes."

"The thing is. . ." Ghaida said and Tony and Trang broke apart, looking at her apprehensively. "Trang isn't the only one pregnant."

"Who else?" Nat asked in curiosity.

Ghaida was silent for a moment, running her finger down something in her book. Then she addressed the rest of the group. "Every single female in this building except for Elizabeth is pregnant."

The room was silent for a moment and then everyone turned to look at Thor and Loki.

"It's not that bad." Thor protested. "Is it?"

"Well, no." Ghaida answered. "Most of everyone is probably impregnated by their soulmates anyways. . . but there still will remain those who. . . well um Sharon is-"

"Oh fuck that." Sam growled. "Whose child?"

"Scotts." Ghaida answered.

"Well, I'm happy for all of you." Nat said, looking a little sad. Steve just wanted to hug her tightly, but knew she wouldn't appreciate it.

"You're pregnant too." Ghaida answered.

The room was silent again and then Natasha almost collapsed. Bruce managed to catch her quickly and helped her into her seat. "Nat?"

"W-who is the father?" Nat whispered.

"Vision is." Ghaida answered. "The night of the um. . ." Here she blushed darkly. "The night we showed off the pole dancing was the night that it happened." She looked over at Thor. "I know you know-"

"We're having twins." Thor said happily, hugging Ghaida.

"Wow, congratulations." Penny said in excitement.

The only people, Steve noticed, that didn't look thrilled were Katya and Elijah. Elijah stepped forward for a moment and everyone look at him, "Who was Elizabeth with that night?"

"She was with Bucky and me." Sam said quietly.

Elijah nodded, but said nothing, instead glancing over at Katya, "Who were you with?"

"Lan and-"

"It's Lan's child." Ghaida answered softly.

Katya sunk into the couch, crying. Clint immediately joined her side.

"Does that mean Vision is the father of my children too?" Wanda asked, "Because Vision was the only male that we spent the night with."

"Yes." Ghaida and Thor answered at the same time and they both also continued in unison, "Twins."

"And me?" Vi asked hesitantly.

"Bruce." Ghaida answered.

The two of them looked at each other in surprise and both of them blushed as well.

"Oh damn." Trang groaned, "If we're all pregnant at the same time, then we're all giving birth at the same time too."

Penny smiled a little, knowing that she was a few months ahead of them all, looking over at Steve who smirked back.

Elizabeth and Bucky came in at that moment. Bucky was carrying Elizabeth in his arms and they went to sit down on the couch. But Elizabeth came out of his arms suddenly, rounding to stand next to Ghaida. "Whoa, this is such a cool book. Where did you get it? Why are all of the names. . . my name isn't in here."

Everyone stared at her. Even Ghaida stared at her in shock.

"You can see the book?" Tony finally blurted out.

Elizabeth gave him a confused look. "Huh? This book? Yes. It's glowing. I think it would be pretty hard not to see."

Clint looked over at Thor and said, "Maybe you should see if she can lift your hammer too."

"She already can." Loki, Thor, and Elijah all answered together without looking at Clint.

Steve threw his hands up in the air, "Why do we never know this stuff?"

"Because I didn't think it mattered that much." Elijah answered. "She doesn't really like electricity so she was never going to touch Thor's hammer. It comes with the water persona."

"When did she lift it? I feel like this is stuff I would've remembered seeing." T'Challa said.

"Oh, well when Fury was trying to figure out whether or not to trust us, Loki said he'd help if she could pick up Thor's hammer. She didn't know what it meant, of course, because she didn't have any recollections of Thor's hammer. So she just reached over and plucked it off the table. And Fury trusted her immediately." Elijah shrugged.

Elizabeth winced, holding her hand to her lower abdomen and then went back to Bucky, crawling into his lap, snuggling into him. Bucky looked right pleased with himself and when he caught Steve's eye, he smirked, taunting him by raising his eyebrows. Steve gave him the finger.

"So everyone but Elizabeth is pregnant? Even the staff and Agents?" Tony asked.

Bucky looked bewildered and Steve mouthed 'I'll fill you in later' to him.

"Yes." Ghaida said. "Everyone except. . . ya know."

"Why can she see the book? This isn't freaking anyone else out?" Clint asked.

"Does Viden know?" Trang asked, putting a hand on Ghaida's shoulder.

Ghaida paused, her eyes flashing the normal golden colour as she talked to him. Then Thor lunged and caught her as she fainted.

🦝👃 𝐩𝐨𝔳 ᶜⒽ𝔸𝓝𝕘𝑒 🫀🦨

When Ghaida was three, she met her soulmate. He lived across the house from her and was only a year older. He was also of Indian descent and his name was Navi. They were playing tag one day and he touched her skin as he caught her and their tattoos appeared. There was a small ladybug that sat behind her ear. There was an Eagle across Navi's back, but also an Okapi on his chest.

Their parents went looking for answers of the two tattoos, while also celebrating that their families would be family one day.

When Ghaida was five, she was hit in the street by a car as she chased her ball. Navi screamed and ran to her side, putting his hands on her.

His parents and her parents couldn't pull Navi away from her, for when they touched either of them they felt pain. Navi screamed and screamed until Ghaida awoke suddenly, and Navi fell to his side- dead.

When the parents realized what had happened, they called to the Gods. Calling to Yama and Vishnu, the Gods of death and life, afraid that the transfer would bring down vengeance upon them.

Navi's parents moved away after that, full of sorrow. Ghaida had forgotten everything and being so young, she wouldn't have remembered that bit of her life anyways.

When she showed up on the doorstep of Navi's parents, they recognized her immediately and knew she had forgotten when she asked about her soulmate.

And that was why Elizabeth could see the book now.

They had both been marked by death.

And that was what an Auraling was.

A reader, of death.

🆎🥾 ρ𝕆ν c𝔥𝔸η𝐠𝐞 🦡🦫

"Are you feeling better doll?" Bucky asked as he cuddled with Elizabeth in bed. His heart was a little heavy, knowing she had been pregnant with either his or Sam's child when she had died. Part of him wanted to know whose child it had been, part of him never wanted to know.

"It still hurts but these really warm blankets make it better." She said happily, though she was moving slightly unconsciously against his leg. He was honestly starting to get turned on as she continued to rut against him. She pouted up at him through her long lashes, "I don't like the. . . the thing. . ."

"The pad?" He asked gently.

"Yes. It's giving me a rash." She dipped her head in embarrassment, but he wasn't uncomfortable.

"Well," Bucky answered, "Let me go and see if there's another solution, okay?"

He went to the bathroom and searched and found a box of tampons shoved in the back of the cupboard. These would be better, right?

"Do you want to try this doll?" He asked, showing her one.

Elizabeth eyed it warily. "I don't know. Will it feel better?"

"I don't know doll. I'm not a woman." Bucky grinned a little. "You'd have to ask one of your friends. But I know it won't give you a rash."

Elizabeth whimpered a little, burying deeper into the blankets. "Don't wanna move."

"You're a little baby today aren't you." Bucky cooed, wrapping the blankets tightly around her in a little nest. She was reminding him a lot like a cat. He gently kissed her forehead, making sure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries, but she pretty much just purred, "I'll be right back."

He went ahead and downstairs to find Violetta and told her of Elizabeth's predicament.

"Hold on." Vi said, disappearing into her room and then coming back with a package of what looked like normal underwear. "These are basically what you were thinking about with diapers, but they're much more comfortable."

"Thanks." Bucky answered and went to go back upstairs.

"Who are those for?" Steve asked, looking over as he and Sam were standing in the elevator, heading up to their floor.

"Himself of course." Sam smirked and Bucky smirked back.

"Nah, they're for Elizabeth." Bucky said, shrugging. "It's just that time of the month." He glanced side-eyed at Steve to see his blonde soulmates' face had gone slack, his eyes glazed over in fantasy.

He clicked his tongue in faux disappointment, "Stevie."

"Sorry." Steve blushed, casually running a hand through his hair.

Of all the people in the world to have a blood kink, Bucky wasn't quite sure how it ended up with Steve. Of course, Loki, Thor, and Stephen both had it as well and Bucky wasn't to shy to admit he had a small one. But Steve's was huge.

"You're so cute." Bucky kissed his cheek and chuckled. Steve blushed darker. "Take care of him tonight Sam." He kissed Sam on the lips and then headed back to Elizabeth's room. He snickered quietly to himself when he heard Sam groan behind him as Steve immediately took over right then and there.

Bucky was a little worried when he saw that Elizabeth was asleep. She normally wouldn't mind if he changed her when she was asleep, but as she couldn't remember. . .

He didn't want to wake her up though, she was finding it hard to sleep today. . .

He sighed, shaking her shoulder lightly. "Elizabeth? Doll? I need you to wake up baby."

Elizabeth grumbled, curling up in the way that she did when her back was in pain. He opened up the package and pulled out the first pair. "Elizabeth sweetheart?"

"I'm sleeping." She whined.

"I need you to put these on for me." Bucky said softly. "It'll stop the rash from growing."

Elizabeth flickered open her eyes and then rolled onto her back. "You."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm." she said, drifting off to sleep.

Bucky hesitated for a second, then took care of everything. Once he was done, he turned out the light and climbed into bed with her again, pulling her into his arms. "Sweet dreams doll." 

Sorry if this was a little uncomfortable to read. I was on my own period writing this and I just wanted to write some fluff about how I would want to be taken care of. I did delete some details that I thought were more TMI and tried to make it more vague. 

[hiraya-rawr]

lover from another nation ~ hcs .

characters !! all the genshin men i could think of rn...

note !! it's been a while since i've written hcs for a lot! aaaah just some thoughts i had today (i had a few culture shocks here and there when i met up with new friends hahahah)

~ m o n d s t a d t ~

grabbing zhongli by the hand to dance and sing in the middle of the square because mondstadters live for the festivities! he quickly learns to freestyle dance along with you, moving with the crowd and cheers and wine. (remember that Tangled scene? yes)

kaveh wasn't sure how to react the day you ordered hard liquor on your first date. sure, your freedom and love for a good drink is one of the things which made him fall for you but wow– are you really gonna down that many glasses on a date? what do you mean you're still sober?

ayato finds himself in love with the way you sing. it doesn't follow the rules of inazuman opera at all; it's much more freeing (much like how his house help sings as he does chores) and you'd tell him stories and the history of your homeland in the form of songs. no mondstadter could ever forget the songs they grew up listening to!

heizou being almost appalled by your rather... robust and reckless nature. you don't have any backup plans whenever a situation goes south, you simply hold his hand, smile, and say "we go where the wind blows!"

~ l i y u e ~

diluc having chopsticks as part of your dining utensils because sometimes, you're more comfortable eating with it (let's not forget often having rice on the table! he must learn the joys of garlic rice with his steak <3)

dainsleif stays by your side as you offer incense and fruits to your ancestors. he whispers quiet prayers, bows when you do, and helps you clean their altars. he finds solace in the familial piety of liyuens– it makes him wish he could honor his ancestors with the same kind of peace as you do.

kazuha getting tongue tied over the language being so similar to inazuman but also so different– why are some of the characters the same? why are the meanings different? there's a bit of miscommunication in the start, but you both find your own ways to understand each other when words fail.

we all know gorou has always wanted to climb the mountains of liyue and you made it possible! meeting him by the docks and touring him around your home nation, you made sure to pick hiking routes with the most scenic spots, even managing to tour him around the jade palace and the floating lone island.

~ i n a z u m a ~

kaeya has no idea how you sit on the floor while being comfortable. you've made him sit with you once while reading a book, after that, his bones ached for days! shaking every time he stood back up!

albedo met you in the irodori festival- he painted you for practice and spark between you started. the long distance was difficult at first, but his long letters always had a little drawing of you and you'd send back the scent of cherry blossoms. klee would also send you letters, asking you to come visit soon!

childe loves a new fighting style; like most sword users in inazuma, you followed the raiden shogun's teachings– swift, efficient, and at one with the sword. he loves how you fight and it's often how you end your dates!

cyno was almost confident that you were playing a prank the day you said you'll make him your specialty and you showed him a platter of raw seafood. it's "sashimi and ngiri" you say, and he waited for you to explain the pun of your joke. it wasn't a joke.

~ s u m e r u ~

thoma is quite used to mondstadters and inazumans, two very different cultures, then he meets you and your sumeru upbringing! you show him how to cook foods that can be eaten with hands, and your menu is often so colorful he can't help but admire it!

itto doesn't really understand the study culture of sumeru, but he totally supports whatever it is you're talking about and tries to add in comments (his comments don't exactly make sense though...)

scaramouche, in his "path of redemption and healing", unwillingly gets involved with you as you show him around the beautiful parts of sumeru! you argue that he needs a different, better outfit with a color scheme that matches his vision. he insists that the hat stays. you tell him he looks like an aranara.

~ s n e z h n a y a ~

al haitham was almost concerned the day you got a heatstroke after being in the desert for no more than a few minutes. snezhnaya has prepared you for harsh weather, but never the heat. soon enough your lover is carrying around heatstroke-first aid packs just for you.

bundling up tighnari's fluffy ears before setting foot in snezhnaya because you just know the cold would practically freeze them off. his tail also gets wrapped and bundled warm in the large coats you wear, protection from the harsh snow. he says he looks like a big lummox.

note !! alright, choose your favorite dynamic! i personally think mondstadters with liyue/inazuma would be interesting maybe because i want to force feed them the joys of rice...

// if i misinterpreted a culture then umm... just know it wasn't intentional and let's consider it a real thing in teyvats culture 🫣😎

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[harrystylesslutt]

harry in his subspace while him and the reader are out doing something!! <3

warnings: fluff, jealous subrry.

sry for any typos!

Harry was feeling subby lately. He'd tag along wherever you go, not wanting to seperate from you. You usually spent most nights like that sitting in front of the fire place while harry is on top of you hugging himself to your chest, you'd stay like that for a while before he eventually pulled your tank top up to suck on your breasts claiming it brings him comfort.

Tonight was different, it was one of your closest friend's birthday party, so you couldn't make an excuse to stay home.

"I just don't get why you need to go" he kept pouting and repeating until you finally told him "you know what, I have a plus one so how about you come along" to which he was excited about at first and then started saying that it would be more fun if you both stayed home.

After a long talk he finally agreed to tag along, that's how you found yourself walking in the place with harry clung to your side.

"Baby can you get us some drinks while I go say hi?" You leaned in and whispered in his ear. "But I don't want to leave you" he said with a frown on his face.

"Love, it'll be a minute okay?" You kissed him on the cheek and let go of his hand, walking away, and then turning around to blow him a kiss seeing as he was still standing in the doorway pouting.

He smiled a bit, pretending to catch your kiss and putting it in his pocket, before making his way over to the bartender.

You were in the middle of a conversation with your friends when you felt someone touch your shoulder. You turned around, only to find a smiling harry with two drinks in his hands.

"Thanks babe" you said before quickly pecking his lips. After that, you introduced him to your friends, and was interrupted when an old friend of yours, Tyler came to talk to you.

All of you sat down in a booth with harry clinging to your side. You swore that everytime Tyler talked to you, you could feel harry shifting in his seat and trying to get closer to you if that was even possible.

"So y/n, it was great seeing you here tonight, we should go out sometime, you know to catch up for old time's sake!" "Yeah sure that'd be great ty we'll talk about it" you said while smiling.

Harry was pouting now, he kept watching you interact with the other man, obviously jealous. You both seemed to get along so well and it was bothering him.

Whenever he was in his subspace he was overly sensitive, so it annoyed him more than it would have under normal circumstances.

Usually when you'd be out together, you were both very touchy, you'd hold hands under the table, you'd interwine your legs, you'd wrap a hand around eachother, either of you resting their head on the other's shoulder.

But you got so distracted with your conversation with tyler that you accidentally let go of harry's hand. That was all it took for his eyes to get teary.

He suddenly felt like he was too clingy and needy and that maybe, just maybe, you liked tyler. You were laughing at his jokes, which weren't even funny, but harry didn't know that it was just because you didn't want it to get silent and awkward.

He quickly grabbed his drink, taking a sip, trying to keep his tears at bay. He shifted away from you a bit not wanting to annoy you.

When the food arrived, you cut your steak and brought the fork to harry's mouth wanting him to taste it, knowing that even though he always orders the chicken he'd rather have the steak. But you were surprised when he turned his head away from you muttering a low "no thanks".

You frowned, and put a hand on his thigh, squeezing it to ask if everything was okay. Which he simply ignored.

You heard your name being called, so you turned your head away from harry and looked at tyler, seeing him holding a shrimp for you to taste.

Harry watched the whole scene, you took the shrimp from his hand taking a bite of it before offering some of your steak to him. That was it. Harry felt like he was definitely going to cry.

You were taking care of someone else, you were giving your attention to someone who wasn't him, you were sharing food with someone else. It all overwhelmed him. He knew that he was probably overreacting, but he couldn't help it.

He needed your attention on him, he wanted to feel taken care of. He then quickly excused himself saying that he wanted another drink from the bar.

You were stunned, knowing he wouldn't want to leave your side on purpose, so after he got up, you said that you needed a refill and followed him.

You tapped his shoulder grabbing his attention, and when he turned around your heart broke. He looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"Baby? what's wrong? why are you crying?" You whispered, slowly moving your hand up to his face, stroking his cheeks.

"nothing it's stupid" he mumbled and closed his eyes taking in your touch. "no don't do that it's obviously not, c'mon it's me you can tell me everything".

"just a bit jealous" he quickly whispered, you frowned at his words "jealous? of what, love?".

"that guy, tyler, he seemed to have your attention on him, and he wasn't clinging to you and bugging you, unlike me, you two were getting along so well".

Then you realized that you didn't give harry the attention and care he needed tonight. You didn't do it on purpose, you were just focused on talking to your friends.

"oh baby, I'm so sorry, I don't want you feeling like that, you're not bugging me love, I was just talking to tyler to catch up with him, cause it's been years since I last saw him, but I love you, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make you cry angel" You said while wiping his tears away with your thumb.

"Look at me angel, let me see your pretty eyes" He smiles at your words and opens his eyes, while wrapping his hands around your waist.

"I love you more, sorry if I ruined your night, just wanted your eyes and hands on me" he mutters. "no don't apologise, I'm the one in the wrong here, now how about we leave these snobs and go home, and take a nice long bath? yeah?".

He nods quickly, smiling before dipping his head down to place a kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, you grab his head and bring his lips back to yours, pecking them a couple of times, making him laugh.

"c'mon love let's go". He puts his hand in yours and you both walk over to the table, excusing yourselves, before making your way to the exit.

You hear someone calling your name and turn around to see tyler following you out "y/n wait! here's my number! call me yeah?" You let go of harry's hand feeling him squeeze yours, before wrapping your hand around his waist pulling him closer. "yeah sure" you flash the man a fake smile and turn away.

Once you spot a trash can, you make sure he went back inside before you throw the paper that had his number written on it, in the trash.

Harry chuckles at your act and whispers a low "I love you" kissing your cheek. "I love you more, now c'mon let's go home baby".

A/N: so this was kind of longer than expected, idk why. anw i hope you liked it!!! <3

[ramzawrites]

Ok I have coffeed up 🦀🦀🦀

Could I request a fic about a Male Reader Border Collie Hybridbeing hired to look after the pets of the Syndicate while theyre at a meeting? Having to feed every single dog, Ranboos cat, Carl, the parrots, Steve the bear, etc? Trying to wrangle the foxes because theyre trying to eat poison potatoes, shooing zombies off the turtle eggs? -🌱🌟

The Syndicate’s Pet Sitter - BorderCollie!Hybrid!Reader

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Nihachu

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request for my beloved 🌱🌟<3

Summary: The Syndicate is meeting up early in the morning and didn’t have the chance to feed their pets yet. Luckily Y/N who lives there as well but isn’t part of the Syndicate can take care of them. And no that is totally not because Border Collies are good herding dogs.

Words count: 4732

Authors Note: I just noticed I missed the foxes oh no ;_; Why do the Syndicate have so many pets I swear! I hope you guys enjoy this! Esp you 🌱🌟 since you requested it! I also haven’t had the chance to properly look over it look for typos, I apologize! I’ll deal with that as soon as I can! Also thanks for the prompt 😌 I have a weakness for animals and dogs

The chest let out a strained creak as Technoblade closed it for what felt like the hundredth time. He was preparing for the next meeting of the Syndicate and this time he, as well as Phil, had actually planned a few things other than just showing the newest members where the headquarters were and setting up the rules for the organization.

While both men were busy running from chest to chest collecting materials and writing down information into books, they were accompanied by a soft rhythmic thud as well.

That sound came from Y/N. More specifically his tail swishing up and down as he was sitting in front of a window on the windowsill. Watching peacefully as the two went about their business.

Y/N was a Dog Hybrid. A Border Collie Hybrid to be specific. He has been technically living with Techno and Philza for a while now but Techno liked to act as if he was just some stranger to him.

When Y/N first came to the SMP Philza and Techno were the first people he met and ever since then he has gotten quite attached to them.

At first Techno tried to get rid off him, especially since he always gave him wishy washy answers concerning his opinions on governments but Y/N wouldn’t let himself get spooked off that easily and even begun building his own little home close to them without asking. At that point Techno had to accept defeat and let him begrudgingly stay.

Philza liked to poke fun at that fact but he also understood Techno’s caution. Though over time Y/N has shown to be a trusty ally that could keep secrets, even once leading people astray since they became dangerously close to their home. Because of that Philza brought once the idea up that maybe they should let Y/N join the Syndicate after all as well.

Of course Techno immediately shut down the idea for the simple fact that not once has Y/N ever clearly stated that he was against any kind of government. There was no point in arguing with the Pig Hybrid about this particular topic so Philza just dropped the issue altogether.

That said after Niki came over to join the Syndicate and Ranboo got roped in it as well, Y/N managed to at least learn of the name of the organization.

He even asked to join to which Techno just said “Prove to us you are an anarchist and maybe I will think about it.”

“So you are saying you just want me to tell you the things you want to hear in order to get in? Doesn’t seem that smart to me.”

Y/N would always pull out these snide remarks whenever that topic came up.

For some reason Y/N woke up early and found that both Philza and Techno got up early as well so he just let himself in, sat down next to the window and begun happily munching on some cold steak for breakfast.

Techno made a point of ignoring him only muttering something about a “damn mutt” under his breath while Philza was chuckling to himself. Y/N’s fluffy dog ears obviously picked up on it but the happy swags of his tail continued on, knowing that if Techno really was annoyed by him, he would have already intervened way back when he begun building his home.

Phil was rummaging through a chest, trying to find some extra paper only to suddenly stop moving and turn around to look at Y/N, his arms still in the chest.

“Y/N?” adding a whistle to ensure that he would gain his attention.

As a response the Dog Hybrid looked absolutely aghast “Did you just-? Did you just whistle at me? Did you, Philza, just whistle at me to get my attention? Like a dog?”

“Sorry, just kind of happened but since you are here I have a request for you.”

Now Technoblade stopped whatever he was doing as well to observe what was happening in front of him, curious what he was proposing. A smirk adorning his features knowing full well that Philza probably whistled on purpose seeing how Y/N was kind of an unwelcome guest right now.

“You can request but no guarantee I will fulfill your request, old man.” Y/N spoke through an exaggerated pout.

This only earned him a tired sigh from Philza “Yeah, Yeah. As you can see we are up early for a reason but this also means we didn’t have the chance yet to feed the animals. Could you feed them all and make sure they’ll be alright while we are gone? You know how this place can get with pets.”

“All? Like all the pets? Like you want me to feed all the pets and take care of them?” Y/N was obviously intimated by the idea of the task judging with how his voice jumped up an octave to the end of the question. But who could blame him. Over time the group managed to amass a comical amount of pets which included a full hound army, polar bears, turtles, cows, Carl the Horse and in Ranboo’s case even parrots.

That reminded him.

“Does that include Ranboo’s bird and cat?”

“Does what include my bird and cat?” Suddenly the door swung open as Ranboo stepped inside Techno’s home. Cramping up the small cabin even more. The cold winter air only managing to sneak in for a short moment before he made sure to close the wooden door again.

Techno chuckled “We are asking Y/N here to feed our pets while we are busy at our meeting and to make sure they are safe while we are gone. He has time after all.”

Y/N’s shocked expression turned to a frown. Oh they did that deliberately alright.

Ranboo took a moment to take in the scene before he slowly nodded “Oh, if that is the case then I would actually really appreciate it if you could take a look at my parrot and cat. I haven’t had the chance to feed them yet since I ran out of seeds for the bird. Actually the reason I came over here was because I wanted to ask you guys if you had some extra.”

Techno’s smirk was ever present on his face as he motioned with his hand towards his mass of chests “Somewhere in there we have some but I’m sure Y/N will find them and take care of your pets as well.”

“Would you?”

Ranboo sounded so genuine and almost surprised by this that Y/N couldn’t come up with a snarky response but instead he looked defeated.

“I- alright. I will take care of your pets while you do your stupid Syndicate meeting.”

“We trained him well, Techno.”

“That we did, old friend.”

Now Y/N’s happy tail wagging did finally stop and he jumped up away from the window, surprising Ranboo in the process “You didn’t train me! I’m not one of your dogs!”

He knew they were joking but he still couldn’t let that stand.

Philza stepped closer to Y/N and put one of his hands on his head between his ears. Giving a short pat only to remove his hand again “Yes, we know. If that was true you would be listening to us at all times. Anyways, I spotted Niki outside and we are ready, so, we’ll be going. Make sure nothing happens to the animals! We are putting our trust in you!”

Before Y/N could protest or retract his agreement the group made sure to leave the little hut as fast as possible. Ranboo was very confused but still followed the others outside to loudly greet Niki.

Y/N himself was so bewildered by this whole situation he didn’t even make the effort to run out to greet Niki as well. Instead his thoughts begun to swirl around his new responsibilities.

What do Polar Bears eat? How is he going to feed all of the dogs? By Ender he hoped that Techno had all the necessary things in one of his chests.

That’s when a stray thought hit him “Did they hire me as pet sitter because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid? Did they seriously make me the pet sitter because Border Collie’s are stereotypically good herding dogs?”

That thought had to set in for a moment as he was asking himself if this seriously could be the case and knowing them that might have very well been a thought that crossed their minds. They all joked around about their hybrid parts but this was just ridiculous.

He didn’t know how yet but somehow he will make sure that the damn Pig and the Birdbrain will get this back tenfold. Ranboo was okay in Y/N’s book since he mostly got pulled into this by the others but even then he was still on thin ice.

“I better get going.” He whispered in order to try to pull himself out of his thoughts.

First on the agenda were the Polar Bears. Mostly since he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and just wanted to get it over with but also one of the Bears was laying inside the hut. Snuggling close to the fire place.

That polar bear was Steve and Techno often made comments of him being his emotional support animal and at this point Y/N just believed him. With Techno who knew at this point.

Well what would Steve eat? Just some meat?

“Fish!”

How he didn’t immediately come to that conclusion he didn’t know but better late than never.

Y/N excitedly rubbed his hands together. Time to snoop through Techno’s things. No way in hell is he going to use his own resources to feed their pets. Hence why he begun looking through Techno’s chests. Taking note of things like stray armor, golden apples and enchantment books.

Somewhere in a corner he found some cooked fish. Should be fine, right?

Taking a couple of fish he moved over to Steve who was still lazily draped on the ground enjoying the heat from the fire. Carefully and slowly Y/N put down a couple of fish in front of his big snout. His dog ears pressed down on his head as he stared rigidly at the bear. Hoping for the best.

Steve’s black nose begun to twitch. He slowly opened up his eyes and lazily begun nudging the food closer to his snout with his big paw. Snacking on the pile of fish.

“Okay? I’m guessing that’s fine? I think?”

Just to make sure he still threw more fish towards him and then made his way with a second pile outside where Ed was waiting for his food as well. Ed was way more active and often enough obstructs the way up the stairs that lead to both Philza’s and Techno’s house.

Philza was always annoyed at Ed because of that particular reason. Though today he was a good Polar Bear that was sitting next to the stairs staring at Ender knows what.

Y/N threw him his pile of fish and watched for a second as he happily begun munching on them.

“Guess I’m doing alright after all.”

Almost as if to answer the bear suddenly begun to move towards Y/N which made him panic. Stepping back, trying to understand what he was doing now. Sure the bears are cute but also big and dangerous if they wanted to be.

But Ed bowed his head down and softly pressed his head against Y/N’s chest.

“Is this a thanks, buddy? Aw, no problem.”

Tentatively Y/N placed his hand on the bear’s head to give him one or two scritches. To which Ed then let out a deep puff of air through his nose and immediately moved back to his food to continue his breakfast.

All the Polar Bears are fed. Now only the whole hound army, cows, parrot, Carl the Horse, Turtles and Enderchest the Cat were left. Oh by Ender. That is still a lot.

Y/N immediately ran back into Techno’s hut and begun to search through his chests again. Grabbing things like Seeds, Sea Grass, more fish and some steak.

The parrot and cat were the easiest to deal with first so he decided to run into Ranboo’s house. Even if just to avoid the cold outside for a tiny bit longer.

He climbed down the ladder and found the parrot patiently waiting for him. Excitedly squawking as soon as he saw him.

Placing the seeds in front of the animal Y/N took a good look at the colorful bird.

“How are you doing? Keeping Ranboo company? Making sure he isn’t feeling too lonely?”

“Company! Company!” Ranbird answered in a shrill voice only to continue picking up the seeds off the ground.

Y/N liked spending time with Ranboo. He was a bit of an enigma with his memory issues and interesting behavior at points but Y/N loved hanging out with him. He would always try to offer to play pranks on Techno but Ranboo was too apprehensive about it, not wanting to make the scary Pig Hybrid mad at him.

The two had a bit of a running joke going on where both Ranboo and Y/N would call the other weird. Ranboo for his weird behavior and Y/N for the simple fact that he apparently didn’t fear Techno at all. Philza and Ranboo having to mostly hold him back before he could seriously upset Techno.

“Enderchest? Come here!” Y/N called out and continued to do the typical mouth noises to attract cats. Luckily he did come around a corner.

Happily meowing when Enderchest saw Y/N. Chirping as he pressed his body against Y/N’s legs.

“See, you are a kitty and I am a dog hybrid but we like each other.” Was he still a bit salty about the fact that they most certainly chose him to take care of the pets due to his Hybrid side?

Yes. Definitely.

Sure, no one else was there who could deal with it but on the other hand normally they were always so prepared for everything so this must have been planned beforehand. They didn’t feed the animals on purpose because obviously he was there and had time.

A loud meow pulled Y/N back out of his thoughts again.

“Sorry, Enderchest. You are right it’s food time.”

He then took out two fish and placed it in front of the cat who immediately put them in his mouth and ran off with them. Probably to eat in peace.

Next on the list was Carl. If Y/N didn’t make sure that Carl was absolutely doing alright and was fed Techno would kill him. And while Y/N liked to joke with Techno and pretend that he wasn’t as dangerous as everyone else is treating him like, he also knew that Carl is so important to him that Techno let him get himself kidnapped by the Butcher Army for the horse’s safety.

Technoblade hid his horse behind a wall but Philza one day accidentally found it. Y/N immediately took the chance to build an actual hidden entrance. He liked being a bit of an annoyance for Techno but if he can somehow help out, he will.

Pressing a button on the stone wall gave away to the little stable he and Philza made for Carl.

“Breakfast!”

Some Hay and other food was always ready for Carl so all Y/N had to do was put some of it in the tray and make sure he still had water. Everything seemed fine so Y/N took a second to pet him.

“No idea why Techno is so attached to you but you do seem like a good one. He protects you so you better make sure to not disappoint him as well.”

Carl neighed and nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s shoulder. Softly nabbing on the clothes which made the man laugh in return and softly shoved Carl’s face away from him.

“My clothes aren’t food, buddy!”

Luckily Carl didn’t continue to screw around and instead concentrated on his actual food.

The next pit stop were the turtles and cows. It was easy feeding them since you just placed down the food and then let them go about their day. No, the dog army would be a problem later. They might be war dogs but they were still playful dogs.

Y/N closed up the stable for Carl and made his way through the snow towards the cows first. Opening up a chest that stood close by. He placed it there a few days back with a ton of wheat. It was meant as way to help with the feeding. It was meant for the others since these cows didn’t belong to him but now he was stuck with the responsibility after all.

The cows were happily chewing on the food that Y/N threw into their enclosure and seemed to be doing alright as well so he moved on to the turtles.

For the turtles he actually had to get into the enclosure. Putting the kelp down near the water so the turtles inside the water could see him placing the food down as well. All the while he had to make sure to not accidentally walk on top of the eggs that some of these turtles have laid.

The animals themselves seemed to ignore Y/N. Just slowly crawling along the coarse sand or floating inside the water.

That’s when Y/N heard a groan from behind him. A groan he knew too well.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Y/N swiveled around and pulled out his netherite sword. A sword he made with the help of Philza. During his travels in the nether he found some ancient debris but since he never worked with that material he asked Phil for help. Which was also the reason why the purple sword was called Swordza.

“You helped me make it, I’m naming it after you.” He said to Philza’s dismay.

Right now though the reason why he turned around so fast was that he heard the familiar retching sound of a zombie. It was still early in the morning no surprise there that a loose zombie might be around the place.

Also no surprise that the zombie appeared around the turtle enclosure. For some reason they loved trampling down turtle eggs which was really just barbaric if you really thought about it. Beings that seemingly just wandered around the overworld with no goal but as soon as they spot turtle eggs they suddenly know exactly where to go. Well, besides when they find a human to attack.

The zombie limped towards the turtles.

Y/N didn’t wait long to react. He immediately took a running start and jumped over the fence. Striking down with his sword while he was landing, giving the attack a little more oomph. Together with the enchantments on the sword the zombie fell down into a burning mess. Gurgling sounds escaping it only to die down. A growl escaped Y/N’s throat as he stared at the dead mob.

“Nothing will happen to the little ones while I have anything to say about it!”

He took another sweeping look around the place but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a relieved sigh he put his sword back. The turtles were fed and safe.

Though as he looked around his eyes fell unto the hoard of dogs. All fenced in under a self-made roof. Most of the dogs were laying around either in a small pile or alone. Some were trotting around or even playing but it seemed like the dogs were still tired.

It was time to deal with them.

Y/N walked over to the dogs and as he stepped closer the animals immediately took notice of him. A few running over to him while others just patiently stared. As he got closer to the fence the nearest dogs put their front paws on the fence. Barking excitedly.

If Y/N went in like this some will run out and that was not something he wanted to deal with. There was still some adrenaline pumping through his veins from back when he spotted the zombie but he was still slowly beginning to freeze. Honestly he wanted to get through this fast so he can go back into his cabin and enjoy the warmth of his hearth.

Maybe even begin to plot on how to get back at the Syndicate for doing this to him.

But this wasn’t important right now.

Y/N let out a sharp and loud whistle “Away! Come one! Move out of the way!” He pointed to a corner and surprisingly the dogs seemed to understand that he wanted them away from the gates.

When he opened said gate the dogs patiently waited for him to move in and close it again before they suddenly begun to swarm him. Jumping up trying to lick his face or they began sniffing him out.

“Hey! Stop! I can’t feed you like that!”

He had a frown on his face but his tail was happily swinging from side to side as the dogs greeted him.

“Okay, stop! Sit!”

Luckily the dogs were well trained since they immediately sat down. Still panting in excitement and whining but now they weren’t trying to pull Y/N down to play with him.

In return Y/N got out the steaks out of his inventory and walked past the dogs. Giving each one of them their share. Whenever some dogs begun to scuffle over the food all Y/N had to do was to whistle or yell “Stop!” and they would listen.

Truthfully he feared that feeding the dogs would be the most difficult task of all the animals but as it turned out they listened to him rather well. It’s probably only because Techno trained them so well but still, maybe there is a way Y/N could use this power for himself.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to feed all the dogs but once he reached the last one the first dogs were already done eating and happily following Y/N around the fenced off area. Sometimes barking, hoping to get his attention. While his ears would always move in the direction of the barking dogs, he made ��appoint to concentrate on the dogs that he was actually interacting with.

Though when he was done he finally turned around to look at the happy dogs “You guys are needy, did you know that?”

As if to answer a dog right in front of him sat down and woofed at him.

Y/N rolled his eyes and knelt down, scratching that one particular dog behind his ear “You little pooch.”

That was a mistake. A huge mistake.

As he went down and balanced on the front of his feet the other dogs saw their chance as he went down to their height, practically jumping on.

Startled the Hybrid let out a yelp as the dogs pushed him on his back. Licking his face or tugging on his clothes.

He tried pushing the dogs away from his face but it he was unsuccessful. For every dog he pushed away two new dogs would try to jump into that new space. Sadly also pushing the dogs away seemed to be something fun for them.

At some point Y/N managed to get back up but still got swarmed by the dogs. All the dogs now in a happy playful mood after having eaten. Y/N could just tell them off but everyone on the outside could see that he had fun as well playing and tussling with the dogs.

Over time that tussling just became the dogs jumping into Y/N arms so he could throw them a few feet away while simultaneously trying to not fall down as some dogs begun tugging on his clothes again. The longer it kept going the more tired he got which was hi downfall. Quite literally.

He fell over again and while the dogs swarmed around him they too were getting tired and just laid down next to him. Framing his body or just straight up laying on top of him, one dog even snuggled up to his head, ending up more as a pillow for him.

At first Y/N tried to struggle against being buried alive by the animals but as soon as he noticed the warmth engulfing his body instead of the cold harsh wind he accepted his fate.

After all he was done with feeding the pets.

“Horrible. Techno would be proud with how relentless you all are.” A yawn escaped his lips which seemed to infect a few of the dogs as well.

It really didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It was warm, soft and he felt safe.

The meeting for the Syndicate took longer than expected. They spent way too much time trying to find a common goal to start with. They didn’t want to do something huge at the beginning but start small, something that would test their cooperation and teamwork.

Though after they finally found something and started planning a few hours had past and since both Ranboo and Niki apparently had people to meet they had to stop the meeting early.

“You think the animals will be fine?” Ranboo asked Philza as they stepped out of their hidden headquarters.

The older man just waved off his question “Ah, they will be fine! We rag on Y/N often but we can trust him with things like these. He’s a good one even if he absolutely refuses to give Techno a straight answer when it comes to governments. I do believe he is only doing that to annoy him though.”

As the group approached their home again everyone took a good look around.

“Well, everything seems normal.” Techno noted.

Niki scowled “Aw I had hoped to see him. I couldn’t even say hello when I got here.”

That’s when Ranboo stopped dead in his track. He wanted to go home to get ready for Snowchester but something inside the dog pen caught his attention “Oh by Ender! There is an arm! The dogs have an arm!”

The other three ran over, confused with what the hell he was talking about only to see he was right. There was an arm sticking outside of the dogpile. Why did the dogs pile up in the first place though?

Out of nowhere Phil snorted and pressed his hand against his chest and mouth. Trying to stifle a laugh.

Niki still looked shocked and worried, confused with Phil’s reaction “What? Philza, why are you laughing?”

“Let me show you. Y/N! Are you awake, mate?”

At first nothing happened but then suddenly the arm moved and retreated back inside the dogpile. Now the others understood what happened.

Both Niki and Ranboo looked a bit embarrassed that they genuinely thought that these dogs might have ripped off an arm and were now cuddling with it.

Techno stayed stoic as always. Folding his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Y/N to properly react.

“Y/N, come on!” Phil called out again.

A muffled groan came from the pile of dogs and Y/N’s head appeared as he sat up “What?” He whined “I was having such a nice dream!”

“Oh my- Y/N! Good morning!” Niki greeted the Hybrid happily.

In response Y/N got a bit out of his furry burial but still pulled one of the ferocious war dogs closer to himself, hugging it. His tail now out as well showing the others his happy mood as he slowly drifted off again.

“Hello, Niki.” He sounded still half asleep. At least the others assumed since his face was buried in the dogs grey fur.

“Y/N please get away from my hound army. They are bred to fight and kill not for hugs and naps.” Techno grumbled.

“Then why are they so comfy and love me so much. They love me so much more than you” He made sure to drawl out the word “love” to really hammer that fact in.

“Let’s make Y/N then our go to pet sitter.” Phil noted.

This seemed to wake up Y/N, he immediately looked up with a scowl “No! I am not going to be your pet sitter! You put me in that role in the first place because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid, or am I wrong? If it’s true that’s seriously screwed up, by the way!”

Techno sighed “Yep, there he is. Now he is awake alright.”

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I’m Yours

(Technoblade x Reader)

Request:  Alright I have a request, so like monarch techno is pretty cool but what if he had a royal guard and asked them to taste test the food and it practically turned into a date because he just keeps feeding them.

A/N: I had a hard time writing this one, but I hope you like it all the same!

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You did your duty, protecting your lord, the King of the Nether… The one and only Blood God. He didn’t need you by a long shot, he could protect himself, but he chose you as his head knight, his bodyguard. You had come to accept that you would probably just serve as a meat shield to him when the time came and nothing more. This was one of his sleepless nights, and you had to stay by his side. Being head knight meant more responsibilities… And very little sleep.

 You stood by the door of the dining hall, as your king waited for his food. Parts of the blackstone floor were shining red from the light the windows let in. That light shone over the king, as he seemed to be in thought. He held his chin in his hand as he stared off into space. Nights like these weren’t too bad, the King was always quiet… Always in his own head… He intrigued you.

Well… He did more than intrigue you… You spent many overworld moons pining after the hybrid King. He treated you like a dear friend, speaking to you as an ally not as a servant. But that could always be your mind playing tricks on you. So… You settled for servant, ready to lay your life down for him always.

 You tensed, your hand on the hilt of your sword as the doors opened revealing a maid with a silver platter in her hands. Her heels clacked on the blackstone, as she made her way over to the king. Setting the platter in front of him. She curtsied, a blush forming on her face. She was one of the new maids of the castle. His bored eyes settled on her as he waved her off, dismissing her.

 You kept your eyes forward as she left. The sound of her heels receding into the depths of the castle. The king looked at the dome that covered the food on the platter and he removed it, revealing his steaming hot supper. Your body straightened as he called your name.

 “Will you please test this for me?” His golden eyes sought you out and you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “You never know when someone… wants to poison the king.” So… you were now… a taste tester?

 “My lord?” You were confused. “Isn’t that the chef’s job?” You questioned. Oh, to be reduced to nothing more than a… poison detector…

 “I don’t see him out here.” The king kept his eyes on you, as he waved you over.

 “At your command… Sire.” Your words were almost bitter. You wanted to lay your life down for him but dying to poison was not an honorable way to die for your king… Making your way to the table he motions for you to sit down, and you do. He sat at the head of the long dining room table and you sat at his right side. You lean forward, grabbing his utensils, you start carving off a piece of the steak that lay on the platter. You take your bite of his steak, feeling his eyes watching you. You swallow, enjoying the taste. Nothing seemed amiss, so you put his utensils down next to the plate.

 “What about the rest of the meal?” His words were soft, as he motioned toward the bread, the potatoes, and the carrots on his plate. “Can’t afford to have the King die now, can we?” You deadpanned, was he… taunting you? You weren’t sure you appreciated that… You looked down at the seemingly harmless food in front of the both of you.

 “No, my lord…” You grumbled taking his fork in hand once again. Stabbing the fork into the carrot, the king’s eyes stayed on you as you raised the carrot to your mouth, you were starting to feel self-conscious… But this was for the safety of the king, it was your duty to protect him. When you had tasted everything that was left on his plate you pushed the plate back to him, standing up from your chair.

 “Did I dismiss you?” Your king's voice rang out in the dining hall and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You had heard that tone of voice from him before and while you were glad it was never directed at you, well… before now… Why in the hell were you so aroused when it was??? You shook your head sitting back down in your chair slowly. He rang a bell signaling the maid from before, asking her to bring another platter of food. He watches her leave before his eyes slide over to you.

 “Now…” His eyes settled on you, almost in a demanding way. “Since it seems that you do not like the food that I have to offer you… I’ll let you off easy. Your punishment shall be you finishing that plate of food since you don’t seem to like it.” You looked up at him quizzically, questioning him. His cheeks burned a deep red, and you let out a laugh, falling back in your chair.

 “Forgive me my lord but… Did you plan this?” The way the King looked away told you, yes… This was exactly what he was trying for. He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes eventually meeting yours.

 “…It’s been on my mind for a while… I just… couldn’t find the time to ask you. I couldn’t get you alone to ask you…” The king looked away, embarrassed. “Being king is busy enough, but you’re always workin’ on ways to protect the castle, I chose you for that reason… You are an amazin’ fighter, fightin’ by your side has and always will be a pleasure.” Your heart pounded, and butterflies made their rounds in your stomach.

 “You couldn’t have just requested an audience with me?” Techno shook his head, as he leaned up onto the table, his eyes leveling with yours.

 “Too many pryin’ eyes.” He looked down at his hands. “The… voices quiet down when I’m with you…” His cheeks burned as he took to studying his hands too closely, long nails tapping at the mahogany table. “I feel at peace with you.” The voices… He told you about his voices, made you swore not to tell anyone, for only you and Phil knew about them. It could be used as a weakness against the Nether King. You felt honored that he would even tell you.

 “My lord?” You bent forward trying to catch his eyes.

 “It is a knight’s duty to die for their king…” He didn’t meet your gaze, “I don’t want that for you.” Heartrate rising, you grip the arms of the chair you sat in. “The king isn’t supposed to want to die for the knight should the time ever rise...” It seemed like Techno had a lot of inner turmoil he was working through. “I don’t want to lose you.”

 With that, Techno stood abruptly, the chair letting out a groan against the blackstone flooring as he stands, he quickly kneels in front of you, just like you knelt in front of him when you were knighted. His pink hair and red cape pooling around him as he bows his head to you. You… were stunned. How were you supposed to react to this? Gods forbid anyone see this right now.

 “I may be a king, but that doesn’t mean anythin’, not when it comes to provin’ my worth to you.” Techno let out a shaky breath. “I pledge myself to you, mind, body and soul… If you’ll have me?” His eyes flit to your sword that hung on your hip. “Strike me down if I am unworthy.” You swore you could melt at this scene.

 “Techno…” The word felt strange on your tongue, you had never called him by his name before, well, not to his face anyway. Your hands slowly make their way to his face, the pads of your fingers swiping over his scarred face, as you lift his chin to look in his eyes. Without a word, you lean forward in your chair, the creak of the wood echoing out through the room as you did so. You pressed your lips to his, letting out a soft groan. This felt amazing, like the two of you were made for each other.

 You went forward off of the chair, your knees hitting the floor as you pressed yourself deeper into him and his kiss, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, the size of his body enveloping you. Tangling your fingers into his hair you felt tears springing forth. This man, who had pulled you out of battles to heal you with the finest potions, who treated you as an equal rather than a peasant, really thought he was unworthy of you. Your head spun at the thought.

 You pulled back for air, leaning your forehead against his. Eyes locked as the two of you regained your breath, your fingers still entangled in his locks. You loved the way his hands felt as they glided over your form. You were sure it would feel better once your armor was off, but for now this would have to do.

 “Be mine?” Techno looked for confirmation, and when you nodded his grip tightened on you. “Even with a whole kingdom to take care of?”

 “I’m yours,” You whispered it in his ear as you rested your head on his chest, taking in his scent. He was everything you wanted and more. The door of the dining hall opened once more and that was when the two of you split from each other standing from your position on the floor. The maid from before, taking note of both your hands intertwined in the others. The both of you were nothing but shy smiles as you moved your seat closer to his and you both ate the meal in front of you. Random conversation playing in the wind.

 There were preparations to be made. Changes to be had, but that was fine, just as long as you stood by your king… Technoblade.

[sepulchralblues]

Cheer For The Bad Side

So I watched The Amazing Spider-Man a while back, and last night this scene popped in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone, so really, I didn’t have a choice but to write a Spiderman AU.

Title - I’m Yours by Alessia Cara

The rusty door to the roof opened with a groan. Andrew stalked to the ledge and pressed his palms against the rough concrete of the low-lying wall lining the edge. Neil was silent behind him.

Dinner had been a bomb, in all the wrong ways. Aaron had spent the entire time antagonising Neil, who had somehow held his tongue. Andrew was pretty sure there was a fork somewhere in his house that was dented from how hard Neil was squeezing it throughout the meal.

Really, though, why was he feeling so disappointed? It wasn’t like this was a date, no matter how much he wanted it to be. This was just a guy inviting his friend over for dinner with his family.

Never mind that said guy had an enormous crush on his friend.

“I’m sorry about dinner,” Neil said, stepping up to him. He rested his elbows on the wall, tilting his head to face Andrew.

They were close enough for Andrew to study the bright cerulean blue of Neil's eyes. He tore his gaze away before it got weird.

“Don’t be. This one was on Aaron.”

Neil shrugged. “Still. I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up. You had to intervene.”

Andrew snorted. Intervene was a nice way of saying Aaron’s fingers were slowly creeping towards the steak knife. Andrew really didn’t want blood on his chicken and Nicky's frantic attempts at derailing the conversation were proving futile, leaving him with no choice but to drag the two of them out to the roof to get a breather.

“I have to tell you something,” Neil said, cutting through Andrew's thoughts. He was picking at a skin peel near his thumb. His teeth dug into his bottom lip and, annoyingly, warmed up something in Andrew.

Andrew raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s—don’t be mad at me.”

Andrew's other eyebrow joined the first. What could he be mad about?

“I’m—” Neil broke off again. He expelled a harsh breath. “Christ, this is hard to say.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Andrew offered.

The corner of Neil's lips curved up. “I feel like you really deserve to know.”

Andrew waited patiently. Several minutes passed in silence. He could feel the tension radiating off of Neil. Whatever this was, he really didn’t seem like he wanted to tell Andrew.

“Leave it.” Andrew turned around to head back downstairs, his mind whirling with the possibilities of what Neil was about to tell him.

A soft snick sounded behind him. Something hit the side of his jacket. Before he could see what it was, there was a tug, and he was spinning.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Andrew's mouth dropped open in surprise as he titled his head up to meet Neil's eyes. He glanced back down at his jacket.

A patch of something white and sticky was gleaming over the dark leather. Andrew ran a finger over it, marvelling at the shiny smoothness of the material.

Spider silk.

Wait. That meant—

Andrew looked back at Neil, questions burning on the tip of his tongue. Before he could get a hold of his voice, he saw where Neil's gaze was fixed—on his lips.

Andrew was suddenly incredibly aware of their position, pressed up against one another. Neil's arms were holding him in place, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that one word from him and Neil would let go of him immediately.

He really didn’t want Neil to let go.

Neil was slow to lean in. Anticipation lit a fire that scorched through Andrew's veins. Their lips were millimetres apart when Neil murmured, “Can I?”

Breaths mingling, Andrew whispered, “Yes.”

Unlike everything else about him, Neil Josten’s kiss was soft. It was chaste, little more than a press of lips against his own. Neil began pulling away, but Andrew wasn’t done with him.

He twisted his fingers around the fabric of Neil's hoodie and tugged him in again, kissing him like he’d wanted to since they day they’d met, and Neil had roasted Riko in front of the whole school.

Neil made a low sound against his mouth that sent a pulse of heat through Andrew's body.

He pulled away because he had to ask, had to know if what he saw with his own eyes was the truth or not.

“You’re Spiderman,” Andrew breathed into the space between their mouths.

“Shut up,” Neil said, and kissed him again, wiping out any remaining coherent thoughts in Andrew's head.

Time was an immeasurable quantity when it came to them. Seconds bled into minutes, into hours and Andrew's world narrowed down to the slide of Neil's tongue against his own.

The roof door groaned open, and a voice called out, “Andrew?” Then, “Oh.”

Andrew sprang away from Neil like he’d been burned, turning to face Aaron, who was scowling.

Andrew glared at him. “What?”

“Nicky wants to talk to you.”

“Okay,” Andrew said, turning back to Neil.

Aaron heaved a sigh. “Are you coming or not?”

“I’ll be down in a minute.”

Satisfied, Aaron left Neil and Andrew alone.

When Andrew dared to glance at Neil again, he found Neil staring at him already.

“I have to go,” he said, reluctantly.

Neil nodded. “Text me?”

Andrew agreed, walking to the door even though all he really wanted to do was spend more time with Neil. Preferably making out with him.

He looked over his shoulder at the threshold, and saw Neil climb up onto the ledge. Irrationally, his heart rose into his throat.

Neil sent him a smirk and tipped backwards off the building.

Andrew closed the door to the roof and sighed. I am in so much trouble.

[landothemuppet]

Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this ! 

N/A:  First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of ​​the last two weeks of August.

 This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

 There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

 "Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

 You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

 “My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

 You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

 And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

 So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

 "Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

 Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

 May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

 "What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

 Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

 "What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

 You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

 "You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

 And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

 The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

 But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

 Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

 From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

 "Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

 You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

 “I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

  A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

 "Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

 He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

 "Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

 You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

 "Do you want to bet, knothead?"

 He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

 But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

 "Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

 But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

 "Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

 After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

 Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

 Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

 But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

 And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

 And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

 The first one: He was Spider-Man.

 It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

 You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

 "What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

 You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

 "What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

 For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

 "But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

 Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

 "Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

  And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

 "Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

 You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

 "Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

 You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

 “Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

 Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

 Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

 "You..you should rest ..."

 You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

 Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

 But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

 When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

 To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

 Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

 Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

  It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

 You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

 "Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

 Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

 "But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

 You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

 "Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

 You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

 "Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

 He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

 "Y/N?"

 You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

 "I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

 Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

 “There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

 You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

 "I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

 He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

 "Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

 You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

 This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

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If your request are open, vouldd you then make something where reader is thicc and is scared to sit on Tom's lap, but Tom doesn't mind at all, he just adores you no matter what.

a/n just a friendly remind EVERYONE is the best version of themselves no matter what, you do you, for you <33

I hope this is okay anon, sorry don't feel like this is v good so im sorry x

warnings: body image/weight issues / low self esteem / implied SMUT

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Awkward. That’s what it was. You didn’t intend for it to be this way… god you hated it so much and even if you somewhat blamed yourself- nothing could diffuse the awkward air in the room. It was stupid too, you had been with Tom for a month now. And it wasn’t like your whole evening had been this awkward and hellish, in fact, quite the opposite.

Date night had consisted of Tom cooking attempting a fancy steak and homemade fries meal for you both. While it had looked a lot less impressive than Tom’s plans (a sad looking lump of meat)- it had still been the perfect evening. Especially since given Tom’s public persona, neither of you dared to go out for dinner together - arguably a shitty attempt at cooking was more fun though.

You’d honestly never felt more special, more free or at ease than this evening. Until you and Tom had both moved to the sitting room (which he’d forced a stubborn Harry out of) for a movie night. He had gone to the loo whilst you prepared for the movie, only re-entering the room when your back was turned to read the back of the old DVD case. Seizing his opportunity with a mischievous smirk, Tom crept up behind you, wrapping his arms round your waist and then pulling the two of you down to the sofa- both your bodies spinning in an uncoordinated manner as your shrieked.

You’d landed on top of him, your chest and belly pressed up against his and you instantly hated it.

Your relationship with your own body image was possibly the most complicated and toxic relationship you’d had in your life. To be honest, you’d never felt super comfortable in his own skin; but last year after you’d put on a little extra weight, the nagging voice in your head became impossible to ignore. And it made everything more difficult. It ruled out half the fashionable high street shops- who seem to only cater to people of a certain build. It meant you would much rather sweat your ass off in boiling heat, than dare to take your jacket off and expose what you thought to be ‘far from the ideal’ body type.

But worst off it made intimacy impossible.

Just like now, as you felt your were crushing Tom’s chest, quickly scrambling upwards and landing on the opposite side of the sofa. Tom wasn’t blind or ignorant, he’d seen the flash of fear as you’d desperately climbed away from him; he saw the defeated look as you sat dead ahead, refusing to look at him and awaiting him to start the movie. What he was less sure on though, was how to handle it. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable and question you. Which is why he quickly leaned over and grabbed the remote to hit play.

Thats how the opening scenes of ‘Crazy, stupid, love’ started. Both of you sitting awkwardly upright, like you were in school, eyes solely looking straight ahead. The atmosphere was tense to say the least, your breath hitching at the slightest movement Tom made- from what you could see out the corner of your eye. Which of course, he noticed.

So, without much pre-planning in his head, Tom hit pause on the remote and instantly turned to you, seeing your confused gaze. He neeeded to say this.

“You know you’re so beautiful.” He said it so astutely, so point-blanc and so seriously you had a harder time than normal brushing it off.

“Tom no I-“

“No I’m serious. You are so beautiful and it hurts me that you don’t see what I see. Alright?”

“no I-“ You were gulping like a fish, stammering between the two words before Tom cut you off again, voicce louder this time.

“I said alright? As in do you understand?” He sighed, tone softening as the confusion and embarrassment on your face said it all. “I’m serious Y/n. I get that you have issues with some parts of yourself and I’m not going to cure that in one night but… I want, no, I need you to know how beautiful I think you are.”

“It’s not your fault.” Rather you answered a different question entirely, one you had made up in your head.

“But I want it to be my business to help you fix. I know its your journey but I want to be there. Will you let me?”

“You’re getting all this because of one rugby tackle awkward moment?”

“No, but I do want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but Tom heard and replied with a breathy laugh, which made you pull your gaze up from picking at your fingers. And sure enough, he was sporting the warmest and kindest smile, the type that gave you no choice but to return, like it was infectious.

“How about we start…” He held his hands out which you took, eyebrows furrowing as he pulled you further and further towards him. “-with me showing you just how beautiful you are.” His voice was intoxicating, almost distracting you from the fact he kept pulling you over him on the sofa, to the point you had to move your knees and kneel eitherside of his legs to keep balance. Once your face was barely centimetres from his, both your eyes flitting between eyes and lips - Tom shifted his hands to your waist and slowly applied a downward pressure.

Your breath hitched because you knew what he was asking you to do. He wanted you to sit completely on his lap, which terrified you.

But then he whispered a ‘dont worry’ and hooked his lips against yours. The movements slow and sensual, as you got lost in the moment, lost in the warmth that radiated from the boy.

Too lost to notice, to care, or to be conscious of your weight against his legs. Because really… did it matter? When you had a boy in front of you who liked loved every single part of you.

Your worth wasn’t defined by Tom, but he did do a hell of a lot to see you for what you really were.

~~~~~~~let me know what u think <33 ~~~~~~~~~

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 | 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

Prologue.

tw: nothing yet.

A LATE EVENING DINNER

My Parents insisted on bringing me to a fancy place to spend some time together talking about our lives and what's been going on. I loved going out to restaurant's- God just the food...but with my parent sit was a different story, you'll see.

I was sitting across from the two while they handed the menus off to the waiter waiting for them to say something first.

Did I forget to mention that I haven't seen them since they sent me out to college? That was when I was 18. I'm 26 now.

"So, tell me what has my precious daugther been up to these last few years?" Mom asked grabbing her glass of expensive red wine taking a sip eyeing me down while I try to come up with the right words to tell her.

Meanwhile my father has just been sitting there looking at his phone not paying any mind to us.

"Well, Recently I've gotten a new job" I lifted my glass of water to my lips looking into the glass as her face lights up with a smile.

"That's wonderful! Isn't it James?" Mom looks over to her side looking at dad, but he was still stuck on the phone.

She tapped his shoulder while saying his name again to get his attention and he looked up at her putting away the phone quickly into his suit jacket agreeing with my mom even though he had no idea what she was talking about.

She rolled her eyes and focused back on me- "Now, did you get a nice office? You at least need to be comfortable in your new workplace as a lawyer!"

This is what I was talking about when I said it was a different story...

God here comes the judgmental looks.

"Mom I'm not a lawyer, I work for the FBI as a Criminal Behavior Analyst." I said clearing my throat fidgeting with my hands looking back and forth between her and my fingers as I wait for her dramatic reaction.

She's never approved of my interests, I grew up on crime podcasts and documentaries while my older sister jenny went to med school and became a doctor like my parents wanted her too, they also wanted that for me but after I rejected it the first few times, they had just assumed I wanted to be a lawyer instead.

Yeah, me being a lawyer was not happening, I had to deal with enough from my rich egotistical parents and I was and still am not up for dealing with a random client's attitude because they gave all their money to an ex-girlfriend.

It just wasn't for me, but they wouldn't understand that.

Her smile dropped immediately, and she just stared at me for a moment giving me a disappointed look, she put her wine glass down and sighed- "Luci, you know that wasn't the career choice we had in mind for you."  

Dad decided to also cut in adding "We have never judged you for your hobbies Lucinda but really? You can't be serious!" He whispered to avoid causing a scene.

"Yeah, never judged at all" I muttered, taking another sip of my water. So, the multiple times you've told me to stop listening to those "stupid videos" telling me it's a waste of time must've never happened?

In his eyes I must be crazy to go against what they claim to be "my real future" so I can keep the family successful and full of doctors, lawyers and accountants.

While dad keeps trying to change my mind, Mom sits there with her thoughts probably thinking on ways she could still get me to be a lawyer and possibly make me quit my job even though I haven't even worked a single night yet.

She stops my dad from telling me whatever nonsense he was saying that I wasn't even paying any attention to and says "Fine. You don't want to be a lawyer? That's okay." I just stop doing whatever I was doing and shoot her a confused look.

The waiter finally arrives with the food and places our dishes Infront of us, she waits for him to leave to speak up again.

"You want to work there then you're going to be working in a town where I have eyes and ears." She says as she grabs the knife and fork on the side to cut into her steak.

"Excuse me?"-

"You're an adult I know, but I want you to be safe. I want you to take your grandmothers house in Roseville. Since Grandma Millie has passed, I think you should have the house, you were always her favorite anyways..." She takes a bite of the meat on her fork, and I just smile to myself.

Well, that wasn't expected.

My grandma was the best. She always supported me and my interest...I was glad to live in that house. I always loved visiting her when she was there anyways, so this was a positive thing.

I'm still a bit worried about why she's not being unsupportive and furious about this but I'm just going to take it as a win for today and not question it, so she doesn't change her mind.

I smile at her.

"Thank you, mom."

"Don't mention it sweetheart."

After we all finish dinner and my dad pays for the bill, my mom tells me to drive up to the house in the morning and to pack my things tonight, it wasn't so late so I agreed. I said goodbye to them at the restaurant and left.

The drive home wasn't so long, and surprisingly the roads were empty which I was so thankful for because I did not want to sit there for 2 hours waiting on a busy highway.

I got home around 8pm and decided to just get started packing.

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I opened the front door, dropping my keys in a basket on the side table and started taking off my jacket as I walked over to my room, I put my jacket on my desk chair and sat down. First, I just needed to email my employer about the location change.

"Hey I wanted to notify you that I will be taking a position in Roseville instead of here in the city, I hope you don't mind the sudden change, if anything ill be willing to talk about it.

Thank you."

-Lucinda Sidney Williams

I hit send and sigh, leaning back into my chair closing my eyes for a moment. Tomorrow I'm going to move into the house and start my first shift at my new job after a few nights.

It shouldn't be too bad right?

Whenever I visited Roseville, it was always a nice and safe place, I never really paid any attention to any crimes that had happen over there because I was a little kid, and my focus was spending time with Grandma Millie.

Even if anything did happen to us, she would always be there to protect me and my sister.

At least I won't have to deal with any case that's too crazy, living in Roseville will just be like old times.

What's the worse that could happen in a town like Roseville?

-an

AHH I'm so excited to start this book, and I know this doesn't even have a mention of the killer you all came for but just realize this is the introduction, and please tell me if this sucks or not I need feedback or I'm gonna keep unknowingly writing a terrible book that non of you enjoy. :(

also 1209 words is pretty short so I might work on longer chapters.

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BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT

I'VE BEEN HAVING SO MUCH BRAIN ROT 😭

SO WARNING BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO GET NASTY-

Like listen:

Toby's pounding you down on his bed, his parents are out of town and his sister is hanging out at a friend's house. So it's just you and him, the perfect situation.

Your jumping up and down on his dick, the sound of skin slapping and bed creaking filling the room, his hands holding you in shape as he forces you to keep up the rhythm with his own, bucking up against you to make you whine.

He could help it, your face so close to his, tearful doe eyes staring into his lustful ones, of course he was enjoying this.

The head-board is smashing so hard against the wall that you would think it would Crack at any second, it's a miracle none of the neighbors have heard you yet.

And out of no-where, your phone starts ringing.

Normally, Toby would dismiss it, and keep on with his ministries.

But he wanted to play with you a little bit.

God he almost shivered at the fear and shock in your face when he reached for the phone, and pressed the answer button.

You tried to reach for the phone, only to be thrown back by him hitting your g-spot, trying your best to bite down your moans while he smirks at you.

So there he is, talking to some random girl who calls herself your "study partner", blatantly try to flirt with him and throwing you under the bus with horrible insults, while fucking you so hard that your eyes are crossed and drool is dripping down your chin.

The situation was almost laughable, if it weren't for the fact that soon, Toby's sadistic glee at the sight of her death will be the last thing that girl sees.

And you would be sleeping from the back-to-back orgasms he gave you.

BUT ALSO CONSIDER:

You just came to this party for your friend, he wanted to fit in with the "cool guys", so he basically ditched you to go hang out with the jocks. You two hadn't been on good terms lately, so he barely gave you a minute before leaving you.

Which left you in this current predicament, with Brian Thomas, the college's dreamboat, feeling your body up and grinding against you with a malicious grin on his face.

You didn't know what to do, nobody would believe you if you tried to cause a scene, and Brian's grip was getting tighter by the minute, he made it seem like you two were dancing rather than what was actually going on.

But at the same time, his touch felt so good, with his hands guiding your hips to rub on his clothed dick, is mouth leaving hot kisses over your neck, his hand gripping your ass like his life depended on it, and the soft whispers he gave in your ear about how you were all his.

You couldn't help but give him soft moans, letting him use you like a rag-doll in the corner of this party, hidden away from the drunk college people on the dance floor.

You wished it was wasn't like this, maybe if he had courted you like a normal guy, maybe if he wasn't such a player, you could have given him a chance into this relationship.

But ever since he threatened you with hurting those you love, and revoking your scholarship, you felt yourself cornered. All while covered in blood of some random guy who you were spending some time with.

You saw his true colors, and there was no going back.

A gasp left your throat as you shot up to cling to his neck, his teeth digging into your neck as he rubbed on a sensitive spot, this man was going feral over you, he looked like a hound slobbering over a piece of steak.

That was all he needed to start dragging you out of the house and into his car, itching to yank those clothes over you and mark you with every sign of him.

All while your so called friend was too busy drinking to notice.

AND LASTLY

Jeff hated when you talked to other people, because it meant that you would be spending time with them and not him.

So here he was, rolling his eyes as you blabber on and on with your so called "best friends" on the computer. Even the video-camera was on so that meant he had to stay hidden, which made it worse.

But you told him that they were your only friends, so he would have to deal with it if he didn't want to hear your whining about how horrible he was for killing them.

Jeff honestly wasn't that patient, if he had to hear those assholes spout one more story about "who said this to who" and "oh my god did you hear what so and so did", he was going to personally go to their houses and kill them himself.

So he did what was most rational to relieve stress.

Eat you out from under the desk, propping your legs on his shoulder and going to town.

It was hilarious how you were trying to keep your cool and not start moaning right then and there, tugging on his hair whenever he did something to rough, which just only encouraged him more honestly.

It wasn't until he started to kiss your clit where you shot up from the chair with a gasp and said you had an emergency, before dropping out of the call and covering the camera again.

Teasing you was always one of his favorite activities.

WHEN I SAW THISS OMFG I AM ON MY KNEESSS IVE REREAD IT SO MANY TIMES I LSOT COUNT

i cant even add on to this its just perfect im literally