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When you hate a character and stop to analyze WHY you hate them and realize it's a more complicated and deep reason tied to your past self and actions, so you end up not only accepting your past and move on from it, but also the character... you don't hate them. You don't condone or agree with their choices and how they treated others, but it's not hate anymore.
That's growing up for you... I guess???
#hate is stupid#when you feel that for some character just stop and think why you feel that way#you might find out it's YOU the problem and you need to work on yourself#hate goes away and you come out wiser#ramble#random#tbd
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https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/740429391926083584/right-where-you-left-me
How do they get back together? Please say it’s the model reader that goes after Mat instead of the other way around.
Lessons Learned
mat barzal x model!fem!reader
a visceral in doses fic
warnings: insecurities, mentions therapy, cursing, minor angst, slight mentions of blood, and I think that’s all
pt 2 of Right Where You Left Me
It’s been a lousy, dragged out month of self pity and anger. You’re upset with the way you handled things with Mat. You were proving your one sided point of you being too young right all because you couldn’t communicate with him. Why, you, thought breaking up with him rather than talking with him was a more beneficial idea? You have no clue. Mat is one of the most understanding people you’ve come to know. But because you’re you, you’ve also stayed clear of anything that has to do with Mat. Not that he was calling or texting you anyways. He is probably so done with you.
The day after everything went down, you realized your mistake but it was too late. Even if it wasn’t too late, you’re too stubborn to do anything about it. You don’t really deserve Mat, but you want him so bad.
During your flight back home from your latest photo shoot, you think over every little thing. You want to talk to Mat, but you can’t stop the thoughts of him not wanting you back, or worse, moving on from flooding your mind. You chew on your bottom lip until you taste blood and your leg hasn’t stopped shaking. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
Before you can overthink it, you get an uber to Mat’s place and hope that he’s home.
His front door looks daunting, but it also reminds you of all the good times you’ve had in his home. You shake out your nerves and knock on the door. You’re met with silence. A minute passes and you knock again. It’s followed by more silence. You lean your forehead on the cool wood, trying not to let yourself get discouraged.
“Y/n?” You hear his voice behind you.
You quickly look up, snapping your head over your shoulder to face him. His hair is longer than it was a month ago. His eyes are tired and so is his body. His large bags look extra heavy in his hands. All your thoughts disappear when you connect your eyes with his.
“Hi. I didn’t know you weren’t home,” you say.
“We just got back from a roadie,” he answers, a nervous hand going through his hair.
Your fingers fidget with a loose strand of thread from your tank top. You try to form the right words in your head, but you feel intimidated under his gaze.
“Oh. Well I should probably leave and let you get settled in. It was nice seeing you,” you say and move away from his door.
“Y/n, you’re here for a reason. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” You blurt out.
You watch him through squinted eyes, because not even you buy your lie. You bite down on your lips and throw your head back with a groan.
“Okay. Fuck, I’m not fine, but you just got home so I’m sure you don’t feel like talking right now,” you slap a hand on your forehead.
You’re frazzled, but then you hear a small giggle fall from Mat’s lips.
“We can talk, but first we have to go inside,” he gestures to his front door but you quickly shake your head.
“No. I can’t go inside. Besides, it’ll be quick. I just wanted to tell you that I fucked up. I’m insecure and I fucked up big time. I broke up with you because I hate the way people possibly perceive me when they find out we’re dating. You’re older than me and wiser, so I get intimidated by that. That other person from the party just made me really jealous, and I lost my cool which made me not communicate well with you. I became my worst insecurity. I became this little, naive girl who can’t display her emotions, who can’t communicate. I suck and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry,” you rant, voice thick but strong.
“You’re shaking” he reaches out a hand to place on your arm. It's an immediate warmth that you feel and you close your eyes to relish in it.
“Yeah, well I’m really scared right now,” you whisper.
“Why?” He asks back in a whisper.
“Because I love you, but I don’t know if you still love me or even want me,” you admit, taking a chance to peer up at him.
“Always. I always want you and I always love you, but I need there to be a change,” he says and you feel your heart fall.
He’s not being unreasonable, but you wish you could just automatically change. You’d put in the work anyways, especially for him.
“You’re right. I’m a sucky girlfriend and you deserve better, so I have been going to my therapist a lot more. I’m working on how to properly communicate. I’m also trying to remind myself that I’m enough for you and that I can handle your life and our life together. I’m trying,” you explain.
“I’m proud of you,” you smile at his statement.
“Thank you. I should probably get home and let you unpack. I’ll call you later and maybe we can go on a date,” you suggest, smiling shyly at him.
He stays silent which you take as his agreement. You squeeze his arm affectionately and start to walk away, but you feel him tug on your hand. He pulls you towards him and you spin into his arms, your hands subconsciously connecting behind his neck.
“What makes you think I want my girlfriend to leave? I haven’t seen or talked to you in a month. I want a kiss. I want to love you in my bed. I want you right here in my arms,” he secures his arms around your waist and whispers in your ear.
You can feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and your cheeks heat up.
“But you said that I needed to change, so I thought maybe we should have some space,” you explain.
“Well I know it’s going to take some time to make changes, and you’re not the only one who has to change. I also don’t want any more space. We went a month without each other, I want you with me at all times. I love you,” he assures you.
“I love you. I’m so sorry. I promise I’m going to change. I want to be the girl you deserve, the girl you need,” you cry, your tears finally breaking through. All your tension releases from your shoulders and you can’t help but shake in his arms.
“You’re my dream girl. Like I said, it’s only you. You’re the love of my life. Please come inside, take a shower with me,” he pleads, his large hands traveling down to squeeze at your ass.
“Fine. Kiss me first,” you tug on his shirt.
He leans down, sucking your top lip between his two lips. Your body melts into his- especially when his tongue dips into your mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he says into your mouth.
“No, you are,” you grab the keys from his front pocket, smiling at the way his breath hitches at your touch. You unlock his door and drag him in.
You were about to make up for all the lost time.
a/n: Enjoy bffs!!
#mat barzal#mat barzal fanfiction#mat barzal fluff#mat barzal angst#mat barzal blurb#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal smut#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal fic#nhl imagine#nhl fic#new york islanders#visceral in doses
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Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC V
Warnings: siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', stockholm syndrome, dealing with aftermath, mental trauma
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Oh you poor fool, did you really think Homelander would keep to his word? No, this only meant that he had to act under your radar. Stealth was required now to feed his desire to be close to you always.
He let you think that he was taking a step back. Grudgingly let you resume your previous life though you found little comfort in the family you once lived with. Time with HL changed you. Everything you'd known about your life was an utter lie manufactured by Vought. The hero you'd adored was. . . a complicated creature that wasn't like the golden man on the tv.
HL will draft thousands of texts to you but hesitate on sending them to you. He'll break and send you at least a text every other day. Tolerable, you think. You didn't know that he'd be using his enhanced vision to watch you read them and gauge your reaction.
Now is the time that stalker HL comes out to play since he can't be caught or you really would never forgive him. He didn't want another fight. He hated fighting you. It fought against his natural instinct to protect you. Plus you packed a punch that actually bruised his ribcage making it difficult for him to breathe for the next two days.
Often on his patrol breaks (and when he knows you aren't home) he'll fly by your apartment just to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. You know, checking your drawers just to reassure himself that you were taking care of yourself and doing your own laundry. Particularly your undergarments.
Careful not to leave a trace when he does these inspections. Never staying too long.
You're non the wiser when you return to your apartment although you do notice how you have to buy more underwear lately.
He likes to keep the clothes he's taken from you under his pillow. When he goes to bed he pulls them out from their hiding place and places it next to his face.
your absence in his own apartments is suffocatingly pronounce
he hates how quiet it is, hates how his room is so empty without you there
and grudgingly you miss his familiar presence too
Your bed is suddenly too large without Homelander laying next to you. You hated when he'd pull you close to his chest in the middle of the night, refusing to relinquish you even if you had to pee.
You find yourself actually missing him and fuck does that make you resent him more. He completely uprooted your life. Him and Vought.
When exactly did you starting hating him less to actual start contact with him? You hate that you cracked after three days of being away from Homelander. Three days and you missed him like you hadn't seen him in a week. Hell, you'd been stuck with him for close to two months before enough was enough. That time spent together, all that trauma bonding, was bound to leave it's mark on you.
Loathing the idea that you may have developed a degree of Stockholm Syndrome. You'd read about it in books and seen it played out hundreds of times on tv.
You're annoyed when you close your laptop after spending hours of research. Especially after encountering this little passage: "An alternative explanation suggests that being in a captive or abusive situation generates intense emotional dynamics. Over time, individuals may adapt their emotions and develop feelings of compassion towards their abuser, particularly when subjected to kindness."
For the most part, Homelander had been kind to you (except, ya'know the whole fucking kidnapping thing). There were definitely moments where he made you uncomfortable but overall his intentions weren't necessarily malicious.
You recall a few times when Homelander leaned in too close to you and you thought. . . well you thought he was going to kiss you. But wouldn't that be messed up? Why would he do that? You didn't quite understand those odd moments where it sounded- it sounded like he was in love with you. There was nothing familial about the way he'd eye you.
In a short amount of time Homelander had done so much damage to your mental health. You found yourself unable to be without him. Perhaps that was the cruelest thing he's done to you.
#reader insert fanfiction#reader insert#the boys series#the boys imagine#the boys#the boys x reader#the boys tv#the boys amazon#homelander#the boys homelander fanfic#the boys homelander#homelander headcanons
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talk about fatgum, Mint 🎤 tell us about how he yearns. tell us what goes through his head when he’s with her
cw: sex work mentioned, reader is bruised, implied abuse
He should be more concerned about you being seen coming to his apartment, especially when you're dressed like that.
"Mmm, I'm so glad you called." You gently close the door with your hip, hands full with a large brown bag and your purse. Your dress is short enough that he's afraid to see you bend over, tight enough that he can't help but watch. "Hope you like take out because I ordered a lot."
He's starving, of course. He's always this ravenous after a big fight, but he's been holding off for you. If he gains the weight and you end up figuring out who he is... he's not sure what the consequences will be. Nothing good could come from seeing an escort, but he can't keep you away.
You stride in like you belong here, placing your things on the coffee table before flashing him a smile. Then, you frown, comically big.
"Tai, baby, you look worse than ever." You reach over to his place on the couch and pinch his cheek. The little pressure aches, but not as badly as his chest does when you sound like that. "Is your nose broken?"
It's fractured up to the ridge, but it'll get healed tomorrow. "Just a little."
"Part of the job, I guess," you say, even though you don't sound convinced. You still think he's a boxer, spending his little winnings on nights with you.
"Don't worry about me." He reaches out and pats your side. "I'm just happy to see you."
You glow at that and Taishiro pretends it means something. He's not naive. He understands this is a business transaction to you, but he still lets himself pretend that this thing between you is something.
"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" You're already up and walking towards his bedroom. "This dress isn't comfortable."
"Second drawer down." You already know that. The real perk of being so tall and (normally) big is how cozy you look in his clothing. "I'll put on a movie."
"You're the best."
A couple minutes later, you're back, a comically oversized shirt acting as your new dress. Despite himself, he wonders if you're naked under there. He'll never act on it, he'll never expect or ask for sex from you during these little dates, but he can't pretend that his mind doesn't go there, especially when you bend down just like that and your neckline gaps-
A string of dark, uneven bruises trails down your bare chest. You're picking through the bag of food you ordered, none the wiser, but he's watching you, picking the spots that have been painted with concealer; the middle of your throat, a line straight under your jaw of both sides.
"You're bruised too."
You start at that.
"Yeah, well-" you inhale, then pop a dumpling into your mouth. You chew for a very long time, trying to postpone an answer. "Part of the job."
Again, he's not naive. He knows what men do to you, what you do to them. That doesn't bother him; what makes his skin crawl is the thought of their hands, closing a bit too tight, or coming down to make marks-
"It shouldn't be. If anyone's hurting you-"
"It's not like that." Suddenly, you settle down on his lap, feet tucked under one thigh. Your skin smells like saffron and sweetness, a hint of sweat underneath. Upclose, he can see your foundation is thicker than usual, poorly evened up over one cheek. "Here, say 'aw.'"
You hold a piece of food out by your fingers.
"I'm not hungry."
You sniff the air. "That's a lie-- come on, you're too skinny."
He hates and loves your little quirk, the ability to literally sniff out when something is wrong--
His lips close around your fingers for a moment longer than they need to.
"You're sweet." You say. "I wish all of my regulars are as sweet as you."
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can you please write hcs for ellie being jealous??🤭 like, reader is social and popular whilst ellie is an introvert, and she freaks out by the sight of reader talking with other people at parties and stuff😵💫😵💫😵💫
ooooo i love this idea !!! of course !!! :P
jealous!ellie headcannons.
pairing : ellie williams x reader
pov : second person , she/her pronouns & feminine terms
warnings : none i don’t think ??? insecure ellie might pull at your heart strings though
notes : ugh i love all your cute little requests !!!
you and ellie have been best friends since basically birth so, naturally, you go to the same school for college
with you being extroverted and pretty and sweet, every time there was a party you were invited
and, naturally, you bring your best friend ellie along
ellie hates going to parties
it’s too loud and too crowded and you always get dragged away by someone no matter how hard you try to convince her that you’ll stay right by her side
but she goes cause she loves you
 even though she would never admit it, seeing you in your little skirts and cropped tops for every party makes her sweat
and she would DEFINITELY never admit this, but she doesn’t like the idea of other people (men) being able to look at you the way that she does
other people can say that you’re pretty and call you beautiful, but they don’t understand or know you the way ellie does
if you get separated at a party, ellie is always going on a mission to find you
how can she make sure you’re safe if she just stays put in the living room?
one time she found you in the kitchen cuddled under some girl’s arm and she thought she was going to throw up
she tried to keep her composure and linger in the corner but she couldn’t watch
she all but ran out of there
another time she found you leaning against a wall, a boy from her math class brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear
you were giggling but she was seeing red
she tries so hard not to get jealous and especially not to get angry but sometimes it just comes
she understands that you are not her girlfriend so there’s no reason to be jealous but she just can help it
her breathing gets heavier and her hands start shaking and she has to look away before she throws up on the carpet
“you’re not hers, you’re not hers, you’re not hers” is just repeating in her brain over and over
she’ll go to the bathroom and sit on the closed toilet lid and sometimes she just kinda has to cry a little bit
she wants you SOOOO bad but she is not going to put your friendship at risk by telling you
other times thoughhhh she just gets so angry
angry at herself for not just sucking it up and telling you she’s in love with you
and angry at whoever’s around you for not knowing that you are her girl (her girl that doesn’t know she’s her girl)
when she’s got a little liquid courage, she’ll walk up and throw her arm around your shoulders and say something cheesy
“hey i was wondering where you went” “you left me all alone over there”
you’re always happy to see her, none the wiser about what her intentions were
she hopes and prays that the person you’re talking to will maybe come to the conclusion that you guys were together
most of the time it works and ellie’s hands can stop shaking
sometimes you find her outside on the front porch, head in her hands
“hey you okay?”
no, she wants to say. the words “i’m in love with you” are bouncing around in her brain
“yeah i’m good, just kinda tired”
(please say that you’re ready to go home. she doesn’t know how much more of this she can take.)
“we can go home if you want, i just need to say by to my friend !”
what the fuck 😭😭😭
#anon <3#ellie williams#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams smut#ellie x reader#ellie x dina#ellie smut#ellie williams blurb#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie williams the last of us#ellie williams oneshot#ellie williams angst#ellie williams imagines#joel miller#abby and ellie#abby anderson#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson smut#abby tlou#bella ramsey#bella ramsey fluff
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One patient bunny
Remus Lupin x fem! reader (sirius black x sister! reader)
Summary: Y/n and Remus have been in love with each other forever, but due to his condition he told her it could never be, so she told him she would wait. Now three years has past and Remus can only wonder if she's still waiting...or if he's too late
Warnings: swearing, best friends to lovers, kinda sunshine reader and opposites attract, mutual pinning, best friends little sister, mentions of food and eating, first (second) kisses, light angst, getting together, sirius being a protective older brother
A/n: 5k words, you can imagine yourself as Sirius' bio sister or adoptive but she is the middle child xx thank you for the request, enjoy!
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Remus swirled his tea, smiling to himself as James prattled on about some new muggle thing ‘his lilypad’ had introduced him to. His eyes flicked to the side, smile widening when he saw Sirius not trying to hide his boredom in the slightest, simply braiding the front of his hair for the umpteenth time
“I mean it was bigger on the inside Moony! Just like the way our stuff is…” his attention was brought back to James, realising quickly was his friend was on about and nodding in agreement before he goes off on some conspiracy about how the show was written by a wizard and how he would crack the code
Remus zoned out again after that, eyes fixated on how his now cold tea sloshed around the mug once more. Lily was in the kitchen preparing dinner, he would help except he had already been ushered out by the redhead to entertain his friends while she waited on you coming with the cake
The duo had passed their finals you see, and were officially aurors. Something Remus was incredibly proud yet also slightly terrified of, considering these were the same two he’d watched preform questionable acts that made Remus himself question his own sanity
Either way he was excited for the cake, well cakes most likely, one vanilla and the other chocolate. He knew the chocolate was for his sake, he loved that, yet at the same time, sadly hated it as well. The added effort made him feel guilty, even after all these years, you still went that extra mile just for him
“Hi!”
Everyone’s head shoots up and Remus finds himself being the first...and only to stand, cheeks heating as he can feel James’ smirk from behind while your brother remains ever oblivious
“Hey lil sis” Sirius grins at you “Like my hair” he bobs his head from side to side, the braid in the centre falling back and forth
“Like it?” you grin back, letting out a laugh “You look like a depressed unicorn” you tease causing James and Remus to bark laughs
“Oh fuck off” Sirius laughs as well, starting to undo the braid
“Want me to help you with that?” James chips in, noticing the two bags your carrying and beginning to stand
Sirius seems like he’s ready to tell him no need and making some witty comment about you being a big girl just to tease before proceeding help you like he always did, but Remus speaks first
“I can help her, you two just relax” he says, walking up to you and taking one of the bags, soaking up the feeling of your softer fingers brushing against his own
“Thanks Rem” you smile up at him, hand finding his bicep and squeezing ever so gently
The act is small, friendly, yet his eyes flutter and as you turn away your scent engulfs the air and he feels light-headed. Following you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, whilst you’re none the wiser.
“No funny business” Sirius calls out as you and he leave, earning a cackle from James, a giggle from you and one nervous chuckle from Remus
Entering the kitchen, you both find it empty, figuring Lily must have gone outside to hang washing or to the loo. In her absence you and he float around the kitchen with ease, falling into comfortable silence that was filled with little sparks whenever your hands or shoulders brushed
There were many reasons why you and he weren’t together, but as he grew older only two remained yet even those were lacking in times like these.
The first, his lycanthropy. His self image had improved since Hogwarts, he’d never loved himself but he was as close as someone like him could get as the lingering fact that he would always be a monster remained. Not that you ever minded, you even helped like the others and your form beyond ironic, yet Remus couldn’t get over he could hurt you, potentially kill you if something ever went wrong.
The second was clear from Sirius' last comment. You were his best friend's little sister, merlin, his ex-first crush's little sister, and said friend was very protective over you. More so as you and he had a similar personality, confident, flirty, laughed without a care and loved openly, with everything you had
You were a little kinder than Sirius was in his youth though. A prankster? Yes. Marauder? Honorary but yes, however you were never cruel, nor showed hate towards your younger brother for following your parents, and it was that fact which allowed Regulus to even make it out of there at all, something Sirius could never thank you nor apologise to him enough for
You were a ray of sunshine, and still were. Humming to yourself as you put the little candles on the cake. You were Remus’ sunshine too, always had been and always would be. He was known as a bit of a grump sometimes, shy and allergic to sunlight, the opposite of you, and yet in a perfect world you both were that, perfect, complemented each other wonderfully
But sadly Remus didn’t live in a perfect world
“Should I put an extra candle on Prongs’ cake just to piss off Siri?” you turn to him, a cheeky smirk playing on those pretty lips of yours… “Rem?”
“Hmm?” he snaps out of it, registering what you said and letting out a small laugh “If you don’t mind a cake to the face”
That makes you giggle “You make a good point, wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes” you tell him before removing your long coat, revealing the cutest outfit but Remus’ eyes tracked to the necklace that was hidden just below the collar of your jumper, wondering if it was the one he gave you, the one you wore religiously throughout hogwarts
Just like everyone you never hide your affections towards him, that big heart of yours was placed safety in his hands by the time you were 15, and remain in them even after he rejected you. He still hated himself for it, the tear tracks he saw the following day on your smiling face was something he would never forgive himself for.
He did like you back then, loved you even, but with his condition and your brother he simply couldn’t, of course he never told you as much the first time. It was the second he let it all out
It was the evening prior to your 18th birthday, you confessed you hadn’t had your first kiss yet and wanted to have it before turning 18. You asked him to do it, sweetly of course, with no pressure nor strings attached and he told you then, all of his fears and why he said no and would most likely always do
He said he’d still be your first kiss, he just wanted you to know and to that you kissed him, mere minutes before the clock struck 12, and then cuddled with him until you fell asleep, telling him you would be here when he was ready, because you loved him
You’d wait for him
That was 3 years ago now. One kiss, two confessions and yet zero advances from Remus nor yourself. He wondered if you were still waiting, you hadn’t dated anyone he knew of, hell Sirius was even hinting for you to find someone at this point, and yet you just shrugged it off and laughed, often turning the joke around on your brother.
Remus found his heart ached if you were, feeling like he was dooming you, that you should be with someone that wasn’t a coward like him, wasn’t ill like him, wasn’t dangerous...yet he also terribly hoped you wouldn't, because it would simply destroy him
“You like it?” you ask, a bright smile on your face as you show off our outfit
His eyes drift over your appearance “It’s alright” he teases with a shrug
You gasp “No chocolate cake for you then Mr wolf” you point the serving utensil at him
“And if i said you looked as beautiful as always miss bunny?” he corrects, overjoyed at the huge smile you wear
“Then your bunny would be inclined to give you one slice” you quip back but are clearly a little flustered, something Remus couldn’t help but pride himself in, bringing y/n black, the most confident girl he knew into a bashful bunny was his highest achievement, more so as it seemed he was the only one who could do such a thing
“What do I need to do to get two?” he counters before he feels his cheeks heat, finally registering that you called yourself his bunny
And I'm your wolf
You lift your head back from the cakes to him, a pondering look on your face “It have to be something real good” you shrug, earning a chuckle from him
Lily came back moments later, once again shooing Remus from the kitchen while you and her lit the candles. James and Sirius adored the surprise, and after having cake for lunch James and Lily went for an afternoon nap leaving Remus listening to you and Sirius bicker
“You are such a baby!” You snatch the control to the tv back
“Am not!” Sirius tries to swipe it back but misses completely “Give. It. To. Me” he holds out his hand voice firm yet amused
“No” you giggle and put on the show you want
Remus chuckles at that, eyes focused on you and not the tv as he had the luxury of sitting in the armchair. Loving the smug and happy look on your face as you rolled your eyes and enjoyed your show
Sirius on the other hand slumps down on the couch next to you huffing as he crosses his arm “I’m older than you! I should get first dibs” he whinges
“Age is relative” you shrug
“It’s my day though! I passed a really hard test” he disputes trying to grab the controller again but misses and you lightly bonk him on the head with it “Ouch” he groans rubbing his head as if it actually hurt
“And you got cake” you hold your head high, loving the look on your brothers face without even needing to look at him, like you can just see the angsty pout
“Sis!” he whines like a little kid
“Siri!” you match his tone finally turning to him with the same energy yet yours is teasing
Remus’ laugh is louder this time attracting your brother's attention, who snaps his head towards him “Moony stop laughing and tell her!” he points at you, pleading to his friend
“Y/n” Remus looks at you, heart skipping as your eyes meet his, almost losing himself and would have if your brother wasn’t also watching
“Yes Rem?” you tilt your head, already smiling
“Good job” he can’t help the wink that follows, nor stop the smile as your eyes light up
Sirius however doesn’t notice the obvious tension and instead flips his friend off “Oh fuck you!” he excalims “You’re supposed to be on my side, bros before hoes and all that…wait…” as soon as it escapes his mouth he’s already bracing himself
“Ugh excuse me?!” you gasp, not mad but pretending you are, picking up the pillow behind you and hitting him with it
“Bros before sisters…oi…I’m sorry!” Sirius corrects and apologies whilst taking the hits, laughing the entire time while Remus just watches the scene amused
“You better be” you say mildly threatening as you begin to tuck the pillow back behind your back
“She’s scar-hey!” Sirius starts whispering towards Remus but earns one final blow
You roll your eyes afterwards, throwing the control into your brother's lap “Here” you say and Sirius lets out a little yip in excitement “I need to go to the loo” you shrug, most likely knowing Sirius would steal it and change it anyway, and you weren’t feeling petty enough to bring the controller with you, so standing you head to the door but stop just before and turn back to ask “Rem? I’m not scary right?” you wonder, voice like you’re trying to score points against Sirius but Remus can see in your eyes you need some kind of assurance
“Course not” he says with the right about of playfulness and firmness, heart soaring when you give him the sweetest look and mouth ‘thank you’ before leaving
“Remus” his friend tries to get his attention,
Remus does hear him but chooses to still look out of the doorway you just left from
“Moony!” Sirius nudges him, foot moving over the armrest to do so
“Wha-hey” he pushes the foot away “Yeah pads?” his eyebrows furrow
“You good?”
“Yeah. Grand” he nods a little quickly but Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, just smiles and picks up the control to change the tv to the channel he wanted
“You know...” Sirius starts and Remus is already eyeing him, he knows that you know “There’s this auror I met during training” oh maybe he’s met someone… “I think they’d be good for you” …for me
Shit
“Pads” he shakes his head, about to come up with some excuse when Sirius cuts him off
“No here me out” he shifts on the couch, hands up as to stop Remus from talking “Before you go off about hurting them or having to tell them, they’ve got lycanthropy just like you-”
“Pads” he shakes his head harder, voice a little hasher, sure he appreciated the effort but he loved you, and if he was honest, one depressed werewolf was bad enough, two together was just sad
“Come on moony” Sirius bounces up and down on the couch “Give him a chance he’s your type” he pleads
“Pads I’m flattered, really. I’m just not interested” he says softer, leaning down to lean his on his knees
“Why?”
“Why?” Remus repeats, a little confused
“Yeah” Sirius nods, looking oddly serious…sirius, not now moony “Give me one good reason not to set you up. And. I’ll give you this. If it’s really fucking good I’ll never try it again for the rest of our lives and I’ll drop the whole love life thing forever. You can die an old maid in peace”
“Really?” Remus tilts his head, surprised though be it mildly offended at being an old maid…gardening granny hermit was more fitting
“I give you my word” Sirius says completely earnest
Remus stares at him for a moment, unsure what to do “If I tell you you have to promise not to punch me” he finally says and Sirius gives him a quizzical look
And then he chuckles “You know I can’t promise that but I will try to refrain from violence as best I can” Sirius assures, hand to his heart yet still eyes him, clearly confused over that it could possibly be...or how bad it could be that would cause him to hit his best friend
Remus takes a deep breath, needing a second to gather his courage, he’d never pictured he actually tell Sirius but maybe it might feel nice to say it out loud. He also knew one of two things would happen, he’d get his arse kicked and told never to make a move or else he’d be dead, or he’d get his arse kicked and encouraged to make a move.
And yes, there was no world Remus didn't believe Sirius would kick his arse
“I’m in love with someone and that’s why you can’t set me up” he tells him, deciding not to say it’s you because baby steps were easier
“Who?!” Sirius’ eyes light up, his confused and serious demeanour replayed with unbridled joy
“Well…” Remus cringes, heart heavy that his friend is so happy yet will turn murderous any second
Sirius seems to notice his hesitance, smile faltering to almost sadness as he says “Not me again, right?” he asks a little wary, in his right of course but clearly feeling bad if it is
Remus lets out a small laugh, shaking his head “Not you…” he starts and Sirius relaxes “...but...you’re close”
Sirius’ head moves back almost like a fly is in his face out of thought before his mouth drops “Reg!?” he asks, exclaims, screams, with every emotion related to shock and near horror
“Wha-no…no sirius no” he has to repeat just to assure his friend, who nods, letting out the biggest sigh in relief
“Thank fuck cause Reg is way to too similar to you and it just be weird you too together, like honestly so weird if you loved my brother” he makes a disgusted face, one that makes Remus’ stomach drop a little but then Sirius asks “Wait! Is it James?” in an almost hushed whisper
“Really?” Remus deadpans, blinking at his friend but really he should have guessed it would go like this
“Well he's the only other person like…oh hey sis” Sirius throws his hands up before his eyes double back on you re-entering the room, smiling away and Remus has to refriend from throwing his head back and actually screaming ‘are you serious!’
“Hi” your voice dips, knowing you interrupted something “What are you two girls gossiping about?” you start smiling, looking interested and Remus’ wants to make up some absurd lie but Sirius could never hold his water
“Moony’s love life” he answers simply, near excitedly actually but only Remus’ registers the way your happy interest sinks to shock and even hurt for a brief moment
“Oh…well I’ll leave you to it then” you recover quickly though your voice wavers “Don’t want to interrupt the girls talk!” you joke backing out of the room earning a ‘ha ha’ from Sirius before he turns back to Remus again
“So! Who is it then?” Sirius asks while Remus returns his attention he can’t help but want to get this over with, heart heavy you might be thinking he moved on and never told you “They’re the only people like me” Sirius adds with a pout
“How are you an auror?” Remus asks almost genuinely, like how can someone not connect those dots
“Rude” Sirius bobs his head, scrunching up his face “Just tell me who is it? I feel like it’s obvious…don’t scoff” he points “...stop beating around the bush Remus who is it?”
“It’s…” he almost blurts it out but refrains, voice much gentler when he reveals “It’s your sister”
Sirius stares at him blankly “Y/n?” he wears a funny smile as he confirms
“Yes” Remus nods
“Y/n?” he somehow needs further confirmation but he’s no longer smiling
“Yes” Remus nods again but his voice is much less confident
“My baby sister, y/n? The one that was just here?” he motions to the door
“What other one do you have?” Remus says out loud but it’s really to himself, floating between astonishment and gearing himself for an arse whooping
Sirius still looks like he doesn’t know how to react though, and instead asks “How long?”
“Since…” Remus himself has to think, a part of him was always soft on you “End of fifth year?” he guesses
That unleashes the fury in his friends eyes, and Remus literally jumps back in his seat, feet on the cushions as Sirius half launches to the end of the couch “You’ve been dating her since fifth year!” he points, eyeing him like he better be joking
“No!” Remus shakes his head “We aren’t dating Sirius…we’ve never dat-dated” his words slow down in the end, chest aching at the thing he was responsible for not being true
Sirius settles back on the couch, sitting on his knees “Wait. So you’re in love with her but never made a move because…” his tone goes up at the end but seeing Remus expression as he slowly sit back down properly in the chair tells him everything “Me?” Sirius points to himself
“You were a major player yeah” he confesses
Sirius looks sad at that, almost guilty “Oh…and she hasn’t dated anyone either because she’s also in love with you and you’ve got…some Romeo…Juliet forbidden pinning thing going on over here?”
“Kind of?” Remus shrugs, honestly he didn’t know how to define it but Sirius’ version was as good a way as any
“Mate this is gonna sound weird coming from me but why didn’t the two of you sneak around or confess or something?” he asks, and he’s right it is weird but still a valid question
“She did ask me out when we were younger but…” Remus closes his eyes about to say he rejected you but as he opens them Sirius is throwing a pillow at him “What the-! Sirius!” he groans as the pillow’s zip hits him square in the face
“You said no!” Sirius slaps the arm rest of couch, looking both shocked and annoyed to which Remus looks at him baffled jumping back onto the chair, squatting
“You were angry a minute ago at the idea of me dating her!”
“And I still am but I'm more pissed that you rejected her!” he admits like it’s obvious
“You’re confusing as all hell ya know that?”
“Yes” again obvious “But you’re a complete knob moony! Utter idiot. She’s perfect. Why would you say no? Serious-me moony I can’t fathom why you could even-” he’s cut off
“For the same reasons you thought I didn’t want set up” Remus counters
Sirius’ face softens immediately, the realisation taking over “Moons”
“Don’t moons me" Remus drops back into the seat but Sirius is already standing and making his way over "I don’t want your pity”
“Well you’re getting it prick” Sirius argues as he trys to plop himself beside him on the chair
“Wank” Remus grumbles letting Sirius join him before trying to resist the embrace “Pads no”
“Pads yes” Sirius eventually wraps his arms around him “Take the hug you silly wolf”
It doesn’t take much for Remus to melt into it, the sides of their heads leaning on the other and the hug last a few minutes before Remus speak up “Thanks” he says, earning a chaste kiss to the temple from Sirius before he pulls back
“You should tell her” Sirius states while Remus just looks at him in shock “Tell her”
“Pads, I’m a…”
Nope not this time
“Don’t give me that bullshit” he scolds “She knows what you are and she loves you. I might have been blind as a bat but I know my little sister and she would never judge you. She can look after herself and boy will she take pride in looking after you even when you don’t want it”
Remus knows he's right, of course he is, you're perfect in everyday and he's be a liar if he's never imagined you caring for him every full moon...merlin who was he kidding, every night he imagined you beside him, he even had a designated y/n pillow he hugged into
“I know. But...Sirius if I did and she said yes I'd feel like I’m depriving her of something” he sighs, thinking about all you would have to give up
“You already are” Sirius gives him a sad smile “Actually” his head tilts “You’re depriving yourself too” his nose crunches in a you know I’m right kinda way
“Of what?” he asks even if he knows the answer
“Love” he says simply “The kind those two idiots have upstairs, the kind our girls Marlene and Dorcas have…the kind even a playboy like me is looking for” he admits and Remus chuckles in a surprised yet happy shock “Moons?”
“Yeah?”
“Go get her”
And he does, or at least heads out to find you with the intention of doing so…baby steps remember?
He finds you sitting on one of the swings in the garden, gently swaying back and forth as you stare up at the canopy above. He takes a moment of shameless admiration, adoring the way the golden tones from the sinking sun hit your skin, bringing an almost ethereal glow to someone he already deemed an angel
Just as he was about to gain your attention one of your hands leave the rope, moving to fiddle with your necklace. Remus’ eyes hone in on the pendant, wearing a thankful smile as he realises it’s the one he gifted you. You still wore it, and if you still wore it then his chances were much better
“Hey” he says softly, drawing your attention
“Hi Rem” you greet, smiling a little funny while you slip the necklace back beneath your jumper
He walks up to the swing that was big enough for two, in fact, four could squeeze on it if they tried hard enough…yes, it was trailed and tested resulting in two broken arms yet no broken swing deeming it an absolute win by James and Marlene...and yes they were the two with the broken arms
“Scoot” he shoos you over, earning a cute huff from you but you do as he says “Why you out here?” he wonders sitting down, your thighs touching “Aren't you cold?”
You shake your head “Not cold” you say just as a gust of wind comes and you hug yourself “Okay maybe a little bit” you admit with a small giggle
He chuckles, he was a tad cold himself, should have brought a jacket and definitely should have brought one for you...though it did give him the excuse to do this
“Here” his arm comes around your shoulders, encouraging you to lean into him but really it doesn’t take much, in fact he’s sure you were already doing so “Better?”
“Yeah” you hum
“So what are you doing out here?” he asks again, leaning forward to see you, heart fluttering as you meet his eyes looking through your eyelashes
“Needed some air” you shrug gifting him a quick smile
He doesn’t buy it, you sound and look too sad, but he accepts it for now, not pushing as his gut tells him it has something to do with earlier “Would you like me to go? Or do you want company?” he checks, praying for the latter
“No please stay” your hand finds his as your head turns into his chest “You’re warm” you add, he can feel the smirk and finds himself smiling
“That all I am?” he inquires
“No but for now you are” you answer simply, both of you knowing those words most likely have deeper meaning
“If I'm warm then what does that make you bun?” he asks in a semi teasing tone yet your answer is anything but that
“I’m yours” you tell him, meeting his eyes and looking right into what feels like his soul, your voice unlike anything he’s heard
“And I’m yours” he finds himself saying, a warm smile on his face as he sees your eyes widen and light up, it turns a little sceptical though, a funny kind as you eye him and so he repeats it “I’m all yours bunny”
“Really?” you bite your lip
“Really” he nods, hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb flicking gently over it
"For real?" you continue to check
"For real"
"Like..." you begin but he cuts you off with a chuckle
"Yes"
“But Siri said you were talking about your love life?” you wince a little and he can’t blame you, the thought of you moving on would kill him too
He shakes his head “I told him” he says, hand slipping from your cheek to take yours
“About…” your head tilts before you slowly point to yourself mouthing ‘me?’
He nods
“And you’re alive?” you laugh, joking but also a little serious
“Well he was a tad upset when he thought we were dating…then got way more upset and threw a pillow at me when he realised I…well…rejected you” he whispers the last part, looking down and feeling stupid for ever doing so now
Yet you giggle a little at it, shifting around on the swing to straddle it instead to look at him and he copies “Remus?” your other hand cups over your intertwined ones
“Yeah?”
“If I asked again would you say yes now?”
His heart bursts, suppressing his smile and urge to kiss you in order to counter you with “If I asked would you say yes?”
“Maybe” you shrug, smile turning cheeky before you slip your hands out of his and cup both of his cheeks “It’s always been a yes” you confirm
“I’m sorry I made you wait” he apologies, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes, only opening them again as he feels you gently pull him towards you
“Remus, you were always worth the wait. I’ve loved you since we were teens...” you lean in and kiss his nose “...I love you now...” you kiss both of his cheeks “and I will…mhm”
He cuts you off, unable to wait any longer as he attaches his lips to yours. It’s not harsh, or rushed, it’s soft, sweet, your lips moving in time with one another. It's the perfect…second kiss
“Impatient wolf” you say when you part
“Good thing I’ve got one patient bunny” his hand cups your cheek, thumb moving over your lips, pulling down the bottom just a bit before it returns to your cheek “I love you”
Your eyebrows raise, features softening as you close your eyes, the biggest smile creeping across your face
“Still with me bunny?” he kisses your temple, hand moving back to your hair line, fingers sweeping softly across it
“Yeah” you open your eyes, your hand comes up to cup over his “Just happy”
“Me too” he says before leaning on once more but you stop him, finger to his lips breifly before you grin at him "What?" he asks, chuckling a little before letting out a hearty laugh at your answer
"You've earned all the slices of cake now"
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Can you made one where Y/n and jj never got a long because both of them liked each other so they fight because they have no idea that they liked each other and day jj gets in trouble and is running away from the cops and John be and y/n picks him up and he's mad that y/n is there and he started fighting with her and she get frustrated so looks to see if John b is looking in the back and he isn't so she moves to jj and he starts to tell her that the cops chasing him is her fault so she sits on his lap and starts to rock her hips then she goes down and pulls down his pants and boxers and gives him a blow job and he eats her out(you can made it where Jonh b Catches them or where he doesn't catch them in the back of his car) Jj asks y/n what the hell was that and she tells him that she likes him and she tells her he likes her and they get together
Perfect Princess
Author's Note: I hope you like this! I had fun writing it! Thank you for requesting!
Summary: (Y/N) can’t stand JJ. The feeling is mutual. 18+ Only.
Warnings: Stealing, swearing, hate fuck, oral sex (both fem and male receiving), fingering, squirting, public sex/exhibitionism
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JJ was always getting into trouble, and it infuriated you. How could he always weasel his way out of any repercussions while you got caught for every little thing?
It wouldn’t make you quite so angry if he didn’t go around bragging about how he stole a Kook’s wallet or went out to surf in the middle of a storm. He was just reckless, but things just always worked out for him.
Like the time he took Topper’s WaveRunner for a joy ride and had it back before anyone was the wiser. Or when he skipped too many days of school but he somehow changed the record, so he didn’t get detention.
Or when he pretended to be an EMT to steal an ambulance, prompting John B and you to make a mad dash to where he was hiding out from the cops. Which is what he did this time.
As you and John B pulled up, JJ had his usual smirk plastered across his face, and he walked to the car with that loose swagger that had all of the girls flocking to him. That was until he saw you sitting beside John B.
His face morphed into a nasty scowl. “Why the hell did you bring her?” he shouted, uncaring that you could hear. JJ disliked you just as much as you disliked him, and he didn’t care about hiding it.
John B scowled right back at JJ, hating when he and you couldn’t get along. “If you guys are gonna act like that, you can both sit in the back. I want to smoke a joint and listen to some music in peace for once.”
You rolled your eyes but complied, making your way to the back of the Twinkie, but JJ, of course, had to be difficult. “Well, why can’t I sit shotgun? Wouldn’t it be better if we were separated?” he asked as he reached for the passenger’s side door.
John B held it closed, however, thwarting JJ’s attempt at getting in the car. “No, cause then you will just shout at each other from across the van. Get in the back.”
JJ huffed. “Fine, but when your plan still goes south, I want my objection noted.”
John B just rolled his eyes. “Okay, man, just get in,” he sighed, knowing he was in to hear more bickering whether he liked it or not.
When JJ finally made his way to the back of the van, he plopped down beside you. Right beside you. You rolled your eyes, saying, “Out of all the seats, you had to sit right beside me, didn’t you?”
His smirk returned at your words, and you felt your stomach do a flip, but you ignored it. “I’m just following orders, princess. Just like you always do.”
You narrowed your eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”
He sat back and rested his head against the seat, closing his eyes. “That you’re a goody two-shoes.”
You swore you felt steam coming out of your ears. “I’m a what?” you practically screamed.
He popped one eye open, lips curling in pleasure at getting a rise out of you. “You heard me. You’re a goody two-shoes; didn’t you see how fast you scrambled to obey John B just now?” His voice was silky, deep, and highly aggravating.
“Well, you listened to him too, so what does that make you?” you rebutted.
“You forget the key difference, princess, I put up a fight.”
“Well, maybe I just didn’t want to fight with John B about it, so I didn’t.” You stuck your nose in the air, your eyebrow raising in challenge.
“Yeah, right, (Y/N), keep telling yourself that. You just never do anything wrong, always so fucking perfect,” JJ scoffed.
The next thing JJ knew was that he was being pushed further into the seat, and he felt a weight on top of him. His eyes popped open when he felt movement immediately after.
You were sitting on top of him. Grinding down on him, making him harder than he always got when he fought with you.
“(Y/N), what are you doing?” he said through clenched teeth even as he gripped your hips to guide your movements.
“Showing you I don’t always follow the rules,” you quipped, making sure John B couldn’t hear you over the blasting music. “No Pogue on Pogue macking, remember?”
Your eyes lit with a fire that called to JJ to answer. “Well, this is hardly macking. Even when you try to break the rules, you still can’t do it properly,” he taunted.
“Oh, yeah?” you growled.
“Yeah,” JJ said through his smirk.
You stopped your movement and got off of his lap, leaving JJ bereft and needy, but not for long. He watched as you knelt on the floor of the van, working to unzip his shorts. He looked up to see if John B was looking before he helped you as you pushed his shorts and his boxers down far enough so that his cock was free. He watched your eyes widen and you lick your lips at the sight of him, and he preened with male pride.
“Are you just gonna look at it, princess?”
JJ’s eyes were blown wide with lust, and for a split second, you considered leaving him hard and leaking, but you knew he would find a way to twist that to win the fight. So you did the only thing you could.
You took him into your mouth and deep into your throat on the first try, willing your gag reflex to shut down. A surprised little noise came out of JJ’s mouth at your bold actions; no girl had ever taken him like that, in one go. To be quite honest, you were surprised at yourself.
He couldn’t focus on that for long, however, because you started to bob your head, adding little twisting motions to cover every possible angle. JJ gripped your hair as he felt himself nearing his climax way too soon. He couldn’t let you have the satisfaction of making him cum so soon, so he tried to pull you off of him, but you only sucked harder, hollowing out your cheeks. JJ threw his head back with a moan, trying to fend off his coming climax for as long as he could.
You knew he was close so you bobbed your head faster, taking time to lick and suck on his tip each time, knowing it would drive him crazy. You had heard him talking to John B and Pope when they thought you were asleep; you knew everything he liked.
You could feel him twitching in your mouth, and he was trying to muffle his whimpers as much as he could by biting his knuckles. He couldn’t hold off any longer when you reached up to cradle his balls, and he shot his load into your throat. There was so much of it, you could feel a few drops trickle down your chin before you could catch them.
JJ’s chest was heaving as he looked down at you, something wild and dangerous in his eyes. “Your turn, princess,” he growled.
The next thing you knew, he had maneuvered you so that you were lying on the back seat, JJ kneeling between your legs. You had opted for a dress that morning, so all JJ had to do was push it up and you were on full display. The only barrier was your underwear which JJ lost no time in ripping in half and stuffing in his pocket. “Gonna save those for later,” he said, making your pussy clench at the thought of him using them to get himself off later.
JJ pushed your arms above your head, keeping them there with one hand. You were still too stunned to speak, not sure if this was a dream or not. JJ ran his free hand, roughened from hard work, from your breasts down over your thighs in a slow, sensual slide. You could feel yourself dripping onto the seats, desperate for him to touch you where you needed it most.
“J-” you pleaded, making him smirk.
“Not so tough now are you, princess?”
Your reply was lost in a moan as JJ licked a stripe up your slit. He did this again and again, flicking his tongue on your clit each time. He was a god, meeting and exceeding all of the rumours you had heard about him from other girls on the island.
After a few minutes of him eating you out, JJ switched gears slightly, slipping two fingers into your weeping pussy. You cried out at the stretch, but JJ didn’t stop. In fact, he was pumping his fingers in and out at an alarming speed, using his whole arm, hitting a spot you didn’t know existed.
It had you hurtling towards your climax, and you couldn’t hide the fact from JJ. “You gonna cum? Bet I can make you cum faster than you made me.”
“Shut up, Maybank,” you spat, your toes curling and your legs coming up to clench around JJ’s head. JJ moaned into your pussy at the feeling, and the vibration made you moan at a volume you knew John B could hear, but you didn’t care. There was a feeling building inside that you needed to chase.
JJ continued to hit that spot inside you, and you felt something more than just your climax building now. You tried to buck out of his grasp, the feeling too intense. “JJ, stop, I think I’m gonna p-”
You cut yourself off with a loud scream, your climax hitting you with an intensity you had never felt before. Your vision blacking out and your body convulsing uncontrollably. You vaguely felt JJ holding your hips down so you didn’t fall off the seat.
When you finally opened your eyes, you saw JJ, his face and hair soaked in what you could only assume was your cum. JJ kissed your thigh, suddenly tender in a state of post-orgasmic bliss before smirking. “Told you I’d make you cum harder. Bet you’ve never squirted before, princess.”
You pushed him away, fixing your dress to cover yourself once more, taking a moment to compose yourself. You fixed your gaze out the dirty window, refusing to look at JJ for the rest of the way to the Chateau.
You jumped up the second John B stopped the van, wanting to disappear. You had made it to the sliding door before you heard a voice behind you.
“Y'all better clean up that seat,” John B called, climbing out of the front seat and slamming the door. “And don’t let me hear you fucking next time.”
Maybe you didn’t hate JJ as much as you thought.
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As Good a Reason - three
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
summary: when Brock Rumlow picks a fight he can’t win with the White Wolf, he drags his Snake back. Six years after she ran away, Y/N Rumlow is faced with a choice to make; do as she’s told and kill the White Wolf or overtake her father instead because spite’s as good a reason to take his power?
warnings: cursing, violence, weapons, mentions of past abuse, people getting hurt, Bucky being too hot to handle
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Jasmine liked to use a boar bristle brush and oil to style Y/N’s hair when she was growing up. It started as a daily ritual with Y/N sitting between her legs while she worked the oil into her ends and brushed it into a braid. Sometimes if Victoria was nearby, Jasmine would do hers too but as Brock became more “present” he made her stop. He hated the smell of the oils and complained about how greasy it made his daughters look. As time passed and he became more harsh with his words (and fists), Jasmine started to only do it at night before they all went to bed. When the girls awoke in the morning, the oil wouldn’t be as noticeable, and thus Brock became none the wiser.
Now without her mother’s gentle singing and tender hands, Y/N does the ritual on her own with her boar bristle brush in hand and oil in the other. She hums the songs Jasmine would sing as she slicks back her hair into a braided ponytail. The oil causes the light to reflect off and blind those who look at her the wrong way while the sleek manner doesn’t leave room for mistakes. Brock, the ever controlling man he is, demanded that she wear jewelry to make her appear more “girly and less threatening.” She wanted to roll her eyes at his appraisal of her normal appearance but decided that that was not the battle she wanted to fight for the moment.
Victoria lended her a pair of tiered gold hoops and tried to get her to take more but Y/N refused. The years of training that their father had put them through stayed carved into her brain and she couldn’t shake the voice that screamed at her “Anything that isn’t essential to the mission will hold you back.”
After she ties an elastic on the end of her braid, she grips the edge of the bathroom counter and stares at her reflection. Before her is a woman that she barely recognizes not because her makeup or hair is different. The woman looking back is full of malice and misery, ready to explode on the next person who wrongs her. Granted she had been hiding in Phoenix but she was healing and felt like she might find inner peace soon. The moment she stepped foot in New York, she had been transported back to the teenager she had been before she left and it pained her to feel that way again.
Rather than feeling sorry for herself anymore, Y/N tears her eyes away and looks at the dress he gave her laying in her bed. No one knew that he had even been there, let alone left behind something akin to a gift. It shocked her that not even John noticed the blacked out car but then again, he seems more focused on watching her than the outside of the house.
Her alarm rings, letting her know that she needs to be downstairs in the next 15 minutes or John will banging on her door.
And 15 minutes on the dot, he is doing just that. She finishes putting on her heels and stands, brushing off her dress before opening the door. John goes to say something probably snarky and rude about keeping him waiting but he stands there with his mouth open, no words coming out.
“Are my brother and sister ready?” Y/N asks, mildly annoyed at the way he obviously looks her up and down.
“Wha…what?” he stutters, shaking his head to himself.
She repeats her question as she pushes him back and closes the door behind her. He doesn’t get time to answer before Victoria and Niklaus call out to her from the foyer. Both are dressed to the nines with Niklaus in an all black suit and Victoria in a deep purple corset dress. She eyes Y/N and huffs for a moment as she crosses her arms.
“Well that’s rude. You’re not wearing the dress I picked out for you AND you didn’t even tell me that you were going to match with Niklaus.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t even told that we were going to be matching,” Niklaus pipes up as he tries to hide his smirk.
Y/N gives her sister a bored look, “I’m sorry I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb wearing a bright green dress.”
“It was emerald with a shimmery overlay. Excuse me if I wanted you to look like a model for once,” Victoria shoots back as she further inspects Y/N’s dress, “Where did you get this? I don’t remember it.”
“Oh,” she freezes for a second and meets Nikalus’ watchful gray eyes, “I packed it. I figured I was going to need something fancy.”
“How is a plain black dress ‘fancy?’”
Niklaus saves her and speaks for her, “Black dresses are timeless, Vic. Now let’s go. I’d rather not listen to our father complain about us being late.”
Victoria loops her arm in Y/N and whispers more about how the green dress was her favorite but this one is good too. They chuckle with each other and Y/N catches John’s eye for a second. A wave of unease washes over her but she shakes it off.
Now is not the time to worry about other people’s emotions. Right now she needs to focus on the plan that Niklaus put together to kill the White Wolf and where to hide the weapons that he’s handing out in the car.
Ear piece in place, Y/N has to endure the sounds of Victoria laughing and flirting with every man who looks her way. Niklaus occasionally begs her to shut up so they can focus but to no avail. She keeps up her charade of an interested party goer and gets some of the men to tell her where their target is. Those poor souls who give her what she wants are left wanting more as she blows them kisses and winks as she disappears into the crowd.
She slides next to Y/N at the bar with an empty martini glass in hand, “He’s upstairs.”
Y?n glances at her before following her eyes to the staircase where at least ten men are guarding the upper level.
“We have ear transmitters for a reason,” she says without taking her eyes off of the men.
“I know but I like talking to people. It’s weird talking to myself.”
Niklaus’ voice crackles into their ears, “Victoria, find Y/N a way upstairs and past the guards. I won’t be far behind but please for the love of god don’t stand right next to each other.”
“Nic, they already know who we are and what we’re here to do probably so why does it matter?” Victoria shoots back.
“Because we need to at least make an attempt before getting killed ourselves.”
“Fine,” she says with a flare of drama like normal as she pushes off of the bar and sneaks back into the crowd. Y/N goes to do the same but Steve appears at her side with a hand wrapped around her bicep and stops her.
“Excuse me,” she sneers before she looks up to see who it is.
“Hello again, Ms. Juárez,” he smiles down at her, “Rumlow, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That hasn’t be my name for years.”
“I don’t think your father would agree.”
“My father can shove it.”
With his hand still on her arm, he pulls her closer to him as he says, “Your sister was right.”
“About?” she says back, hiding the underlying fear that is starting to boil up.
“We know that you’re here and why.”
“Oh?”
“Ear transmitters are so 1990s,” he says as he plucks it from her ear and crushes it between his fingers.
She nods, desperately trying to search for Niklaus or Victoria in the crowd but comes up empty handed. Steve sees this and directs her attention to the staircase where they’re being led up by a group of men.
“I have to admit, I’m disappointed that there wasn’t any fighting before we caught you three with you being the Snake after all,” he whispers into her ear as he tugs her along in the same direction, “Your father made it sound like you were going to be the end of all his enemies if they crossed him but you know, I don’t see that.”
“There’s something to being patient.”
“Patient or killing time so you don’t have to do this? Maybe you don’t have what it takes?”
“People die everyday, all I do is speed up the process.”
Steve chuckles as he drags her up the stairs, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say your little phone call with Boss made things complicated.”
“Good thing you don’t know shit,” she hisses and tries to jerk her arm away but he grips it even tighter and presses a gun to her lower back.
“You’re wearing the dress he gave you, I think that’s evidence of some complication. Too bad your father is a fucking dumbass. Maybe things would’ve ended up differently.”
“Are you implying he would’ve arranged some bull shit political marriage with your boss and me? I’m not some mob princess. I don’t submit to men like you two.”
“Id love the chance to try but boss on the other hand. He loves fiery girls like you.”
Y/N takes a deep breath before spinning around, gripping the gun and turning it so it’s pointed at Steve, “Too bad we’re not in some teenage girl’s fantasy land and he won’t get a chance. Where are Niklaus and Victoria? We’re leaving now and you will not follow us.”
Steve leans down so he’s inches from her face with a wolfish grin on his own, “You’re not in a position to be negotiating, little snake.”
With that he shoves her through a door and she stumbles into a room full of men armed to the t. The siblings in question are tied to chairs in the center with fully automatic guns trained on them. The man she saw drop the gift box stands between them wearing a quite bored expression. Steve closes the door and shoves her shoulder again further into the room before forcing her to sit in her own chair that faces her siblings.
His hot breath fans over the side of her face as he leans down, “Play nice.”
Y/N spits in his face and he drags a hand down to wipe it away as he lets out a terrifying belly laugh. The other man produces a pocket knife and swiftly brings it down on Victoria’s hand. She lets out a wail of pain and screams for them to be let go while Y/N looks at her with no emotion.
“Are you going to behave now?” Steve asks her and she nods slightly, “Good I would hate to ruin her pretty face.”
“That’s enough,” another male voice calls from behind her. It feels familiar but in a way that makes her skin crawl and her flight or fight response activate. The harsh and thick weight of it forces her lungs to expel their air but that undertone she couldn’t place reveals itself; there’s a sense of chaos that lives in the deep baritones of his voice. She shutters briefly when she hears his shoes hit the hard wood as he walks up to her. He sets his cold hands on her shoulders, chilling her to her core but she straightens up and keeps her head held high.
“I see you’re wearing my dress,” he whispers to her and her only, “You look gorgeous in it, dragă, far more beautiful than I could’ve imagined.”
She wants to shake his hands off and forget the compliments but she can’t. His hands squeeze her shoulders as if he’s going to let go but he doesn’t and instead he starts to speak to her siblings.
“Niklaus,” he says in a condescending tone, “I’m disappointed in you. Of all the plans that you could’ve come up with, this one is the one you went with?”
Niklaus casts his eyes to the ground in shame because he knew better, he knew this would end badly but still he went through with it.
“And Victoria, ever the minx. You weren’t even subtle with it, asking anyone who would listen where I was,” Y/N can feel his gaze shift to her, “and you, my little snake. You were a breath of fresh air albeit underwhelming. Given all of the stories your father has told me, I expected far more than this half assed attempt. I’m tempted to let you all go and make you fight for the excitement.”
Victoria cries harder at his words and everyone can feel the White Wolf roll his eyes at her weak try at gaining sympathy. Steven even yawns at how bored he is while the other man between them shifts on his feet.
“Sam,” the White Wolf says to that man, “take the knife out.”
He does as he’s told and unceremoniously rips the knife out, causing Victoria to crumble forward as much as her binds will allow and sob even louder.
The White Wolf lets out a disapproving sigh and grips at Y/N’s shoulders again to get her attention.
“I’ll let your brother and sister go,” he starts as he lets her go and circles so that she can finally see him up close, “if you agree to help me kill your father.”
“Careful boss, she likes to spit,” Steve piped up but it falls on deaf ears.
The man crouching before her is striking in an unsettling way and that feeling increases tenfold with the way he’s solely focused on her. She finds it in herself to speak and in the meantime she prays that her voice isn’t shaking when she asks about what more he wants from her.
“That’s all.”
“That can’t be all. There’s always more.”
“No really that’s all; I’ll let them go on the condition that you help me kill Brock but if you try to pull one over on me, I will make their deaths long and painful. I might even have you do it, depends on how I feel that day,” he says with a smile and a casual tone that makes her want to punch him.
Y/N scoffs at his proposal, “i can’t believe you.”
He furrows his thick brows at her.
“You already lied to me. You said there was nothing else but then proceeded to add that you’d kill my brother and sister if I don’t help you.”
His tongue pokes at the inside of his lower lip before it darts out and wets his lips, “Well you caught me there but that doesn’t change my deal; help me and they live or don’t and they die.”
“Y/N don’t do it,” Niklaus shouts from behind them, “Please don’t do it.”
An annoyed look takes over the White Wolf’s face and he says something to Sam in another language. Exactly what was said doesn’t matter because Sam slams the butt of a gun into Niklau’s temple and renders him unconscious. Victoria chokes on another cry and Sam does the same to her. Y/N’s nose flares in anger and she tries to jump forward but Steve holds her in place.
The White Wolf grips her chin and forces her attention back to him, “Deal or no deal, little snake?”
“I don’t do business with fucking pricks like you,” she spits out and his grip gets tighter.
“Your future won’t be too bright if you don’t lower your business standards. I’ll ask again and if I have to ask a third time, I’ll just shoot them.”
Y/N stares into his soulless blue eyes and searches for any hint of humanity left.
She finds nothing.
“Deal.”
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He Who Comes from Under the Water
Chapter 7 - The Knife
Monster!König X she/her afab Reader
CN Pressure of having children, emotional midlife crisis of a dead woman (it sounds funny, but I made myself cry writing that part), grieving dead family members. Discussions of female* relationship issues in hetero relationships, implied talk of rape, implied forced pregnancy, talk of sexual assault and rape in relationships, talk of forced marriage, mentions of drowning and past trauma, pregnancy as body horror. Implications of potential abortions using herbs (don’t try this at home).
eventual smut.
Notes for better understanding at the bottom!
Beta-read by @queenquazar. thanks having me despite my extreme questioning if this is actually good. I wrote half of this while having a slight fever and it shows.
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You remembered your mother as a beautiful woman. The edge of life and age had polished her, making her shine brighter year by year, until the day she died. With her back to you, she stood in the kitchen, working on something as you entered the room as you had so many times before.
“Is it you, daughter?”
You missed her voice. She sounded so real, the memories coming back as those words rang bright and happy, while she turned to greet you.
“Dear, we haven’t seen each other for too long.”
Her face was like you remembered it. Maybe.
“Let me look at you. Are you eating well? Sleeping well? You need to take breaks in the sun. Soon, it will be too cold to stay out again.”
You nodded to the beautiful, kind, stranger called mother.
“Sit down, daughter. Tell me, have you found a husband? Is he treating you well? A good young man from the village or maybe from a bit further away?”
You let yourself get pushed onto one of the familiar chairs, the wood of the rest pushing into your back, and a cup of tea being placed before you.
“I’m about to be married. I… he… he is good to me.”
“And what does he do?” A friendly but practical look danced over ‘Mothers’ face.
Nervously, you fumbled with the tablecloth before placing your hands flat on the table, “Uhm- he is really good at fishing, and currently he is building a new home.”
'Mother' nodded.
“A fisherman and carpenter. Hm. Hm. It’s good to have a capable man in the family. He better give you beautiful children or I’ll haunt him.”
“Uhm- I’m not sure that will happen.”
“Of course, it will. You will love it,” The stranger chuckled. “Or more like you will be loved. For a while at least.”
“And then what?”
The stranger shrugged her shoulders.
“Then you turn older. And wiser, so you will know what you want. And stronger, so you will ask for it. And then you know how to move or dress to feel beautiful. And he will hate it. You will be loved no more, except by your children and the other women. So have children. And friends.” ‘Mother’ nodded. “That’s how it goes, daughter. You say he is a good man?”
“Yes?” A strange feeling weighed you down deep in your stomach. A feeling of doubt, despite your decision to stay with König. “Are you saying he isn’t?”
“How should I know? I am dead. Just do what I did. It wasn’t too bad. Right? I had you. And I loved you until I died.”
You looked across the table. ‘Mother’ smiled softly, looking down at her hands like a shy girl admitting a secret. She was a stranger. She had lived with you in this house, every day you could recall. And yet you had hardly known her. Was that what she had wanted? Staying in the house and watching her children grow, only to have them leave one day when they did not need her anymore? Or had she stayed because she could not imagine anything else? Because she did not dare to leave?
You could not help but reach over the table, taking your mothers’ hands.
There was not a thing in the world you would back down from to protect the woman that had given you a life. And your heart ached with the realisation that it was too late for her.
But maybe not for you.
“Right, mother. I love you too.”
You opened your eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling. Getting up was out of the question. Instead you laid there, tears filling up your eyes before slowly running down to the side of your face.
The dream felt too real to simply brush it aside. Instead, you wanted nothing more than to have your mother back, hold her, talk to her, and give her all the things she had ever wanted from life. It was unfair how she had given you so much and all you could give her was … what exactly? Your mother was dead. It mattered little what she had expected of you, wished for you… or herself. You could do how you pleased; the villagers had shunned you anyways. That freedom however, felt hollow without the woman who had sacrificed so much for you.
And was it wise to use that freedom for König?
Doubt crept up in you, the possibility of death and sadness, present once more.
Was there a life without marriage?
Where you could leave, live, and maybe love, how you wanted, without fear or fighting to survive?
A knock woke you from your melancholy thoughts.
“Who is it?” You called as you sat up and wiped away your tears while turning to the door.
“Wrong direction, darling. Check the window!” A stranger’s voice called out.
Confused, your head whipped around. A woman was before your window, staring directly at you.
How is that possible? You could not help yourself but wonder at the sight of someone peeking through your upstairs window.
The woman waved at you.
“Hi, People call me Baba Yaga but I prefer Farah. That no-good-wet-little-king-and-fiancé-of-yours asked me to come here to help.”
You rushed to get dressed while König, always on guard these days, waited for you downstairs. As you finished braiding your hair, you stumbled downwards. You knew of Baba Yaga. She was no one to anger or to leave waiting. There were guards and gods out there in the world, elders to be respected and traditions to be followed. And then there was her, putting all of them to shame.
She was the maiden, the mother, the old one to turn to when cursing a former lover or in need of help when slaying a monster. Baba Yaga was the knife - ready to make a pleasant meal or spill blood.
You did not know what to make of Königs decision to call Baba Yaga for help. Was it wise? Or was the price for her help higher than you could afford?
“I’m ready,” You called out as you entered the kitchen. “Oh, wait!” You grabbed a bowl of collected berries, “Can’t go into a house without a present,” You explained.
That would be rude. No one gets away with being rude to Baba Yaga.
König nodded before getting up from his seat, a chair this time.
For a brief moment you saw his eyes wander to his axe leaning at the wall, before he moved on.
He is nervous too.
“It’s gonna be fine.” You tried to reassure him. Or yourself.
König managed a smile before reaching for your hand and holding it, his large clawed hands clasping carefully around yours.
“I know, Bride. We can do this.”
Together, you stepped out of your home only to see a wooden house on chicken legs in your garden trampling over your sorry attempts of growing buckwheat.
“Great,” You could not help but comment dryly. “How do we move it?”
“Allow me,” König declared before loudly calling out to the house. “Избушка, избушка, повернись ко мне передом, к лесу — задом!”
The house stilled in its light swaying, like a cat that got reprimanded for what it planned on doing.
“Пожалуйста!” König added pleadingly and the house trotted around and tilted forward, appearing oddly unwilling about it.
“Thank you for moving from the field,” you mumbled.
König stepped up to the Chicken-legged-house and knocked on the door while you lingered beside him.
“Honourable Elder, please let us in and hear our words.”
“You made it,” Was all the answer you got before the door flung open. “Finally. I hate waiting.”
In the doorway before you stood Baba Yaga, the woman who had waved at you in the window. Now you knew she had done it from her unusually high and walking house.
“Honourable Elder sounds lovely, but Farah is enough,” She noted and stepped aside. “Come on in. I made tea.”
Carefully you followed König’s soft tug as he helped you up to the high door, lifting you like you weighed as little as the logs he brought you.
Inside, it was just like any other house you had seen. There was a large oven, a table, jars with pickled contents and marmalade everywhere, and a beautiful tapestry with symmetrical flowers on the wall.
“Welcome to my home,” Farah declared and motioned to the table and a few chairs for you to sit.
“Thank you for having us,” You replied politely and passed her the bowl of berries. “I am sorry. It’s not much. But I hope our little gift pleases you.”
“It does. Sit, sister.” Farah gave you an approving nod.
And so you did, taking a spot next to König, who had chosen one of the chairs which protested loudly, with troubling creaks as he sat down.
Waiting for Farah to finish setting the table, you studied her. She was beautiful and carried herself with confidence. Farah appeared maybe a bit older than you. But you felt like a child getting a visit from an aunt, not some years, but centuries between you two.
“Thank you for having us,” You said with a timid nod as Farah finally sat, intimidated by the powerful stranger. It had been so long since someone new was barely passing the threshold of being just nice to you.
König looked stoically like nothing was out of the ordinary, the little cup of tea looking ridiculously tiny in his massive hands. Being in the presence of powerful beings was nothing unusual for him, you reminded yourself, no matter what - he was one of them.
Farah tugged at her scarf as she sipped from her tea while eyeing the berries before finally releasing you from the awkward silence your words had left in the air.
“You are welcome. It’s a pleasure meeting you.” She reached for a spoon to casually stir her tea, while avoiding your careful yet curious gaze. “So, you are König’s fiancé? The rumoured Bride of the Vodyanoy?”
“Yes,” You answered plainly.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
She looked up from her cup, her dark eyes finding yours and pinning you to your seat with unforgiving kindness before switching over to König, like a blade slashing around.
“Lovely. What business do I have with that?”
“Oh, none at all,” König interjected smoothly like an eel slipping over wet stones. “We want no trouble with you. Just your blessings.”
Farah leaned back and put down her cup, her eyes piercing through the air like you and König were made out of nothing but thin skin and brittle bone, ready to be dissected and studied. Under her gaze, that likely was true.
“Don’t waste daylight, slime king. I could have spent my time other than coming here.”
“My utmost apologies, honourable Farah,” König continued with a most charming smile. “There is just the issue of my bride's possible death by drowning when she becomes my wife and queen. Do you, by any chance, maybe, possibly-”
“Cut it, König. You want me to waterproof your bride like she is some kind of unsinkable boat. Got it.”
He stilled in his movements before replying, “Yes. Can you do that?”
The honourable Farah sighed as if she had heard that request several times this morning already.
“Is that all? What else do you want me to do, hm? Make the fish sing and dance at your wedding? Build that new palace of yours in one night? Make her a wedding dress while I’m at it?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” König snapped back, his charming smile now more frozen than friendly in his face.
“Listen, König. I never took you as wanting to marry. You always looked so content with splashing around the ponds on your own. You did not even care much for the company of your own kin. Why not marry a rusalka? At least they can not drown.”
Uncomfortably, you looked at the cup in your hands, trying to be as invisible from the conversation as possible while gathering as much as you could. The idea of König being with someone else, a beautiful watery creature like himself, shifted something inside you and you did not know where to put it.
“No. I want to marry her. She is my Bride. I promised it.”
His words pearled down like warm summer rain.
He was so sure of it.
“To whom did you promise that?” Farah inquired further.
“Her grandfather. He used to fish at my pond.”
For a brief moment it was silent as you stared into the dark liquid in your cup as if it held the secrets of the universe.
Then Farah broke out laughing.
“That sounds more like you, König.” She gasped. “Acquiring a bride from a fisherman. Alright, that sounds precisely how the King of everything From Under the Water would get married.”
Amused, Farah looked back at you. “Are you happy with that, dear?”
You blinked, like a deer that got stuck between two rivalling wolves. Your eyes wandered to König who had the most trying neutral expression on his face somewhere under all that tangled hair.
“Uhm. I suppose,” You answered, dumbfoundedly. Since when did your happiness and not just your survival matter?
Farah raised one of her eyebrows.
“You suppose…” She repeated and grabbed her cup and spoon. “Get out.”
It was on you to raise your eyebrows.
“I’m sorry?” You questioned, a little fire in you giving you strength. You might have been just a tiny little human with brittle bones and thin skin, but you had tasted kindness again and you weren’t ready to give up on that yet.
“Not you.” Farah waved at you dismissively, “You, yes you heard me, König. Get out before I turn you into a frog. I need to talk to her alone.”
For a moment König stared angrily at Farah to be kicked out of the house like an unwelcome guest.
Then he turned his head and looked at you.
It was terrifying to be alone with Baba Yaga, may she call herself Farah and talk like a pleasant relative coming by for a visit, or not. The woman was powerful. But she had treated you kindly so far. And you needed her. Maybe this was for the better? Perhaps you could convince the powerful Baba Yaga to help you on your own, where König was failing. You could do this.
Smiling the most reassuring smile you could muster, you nodded.
“I will be fine, König. Can you stay close please?”
König grumbled a ‘of course’ before getting up and exiting the house, leaving you and the Baba Yaga alone.
“They say it’s magic what I do, but most of my craft is giving stern looks and straight words,” Farah smiled deviously.
“Tell you what, sister,” She paused. “You don’t sound unsure about this marriage. König might be a king, but I never paid attention to titles anyway. They are all the same sorry puffed up men to me. If you want to get away from him, I can help you. It would be fun to have someone willing to learn the craft from me. You could be like a sister to me. I will not do that unkempt king's bidding, enable or convince you to marry, if you don’t want to.”
You looked away. An offering to stay by the Baba Yaga herself.
She is a knife, you remembered, she cares but she cuts too. I do not want to be cut no more.
“That is kind of you, Farah. I am humbled by your offering. But even if it’s complicated, I want to stay.”
“Foolish girl,” She said with a tone that did not mean it. “How is it complicated, sister? Do you not love him then?”
You took a sip from the cup. The tea tasted like nothing in your mouth, but you hardly paid attention.
Would there be a point in lying? You knew the stories of the powerful and clever Baba Yaga. And you had met speaking animals and beings you only knew from tales. Farah would have her ways to find out if she truly wanted the truth. And she likely would not appreciate being lied to.
You swallowed and decided to play it safe.
“My family is dead. All of them. The village shunned me because they thought I was cursed, and one of them repeatedly berated and even attacked me,” You explained. “König is fine. I don’t know him very well, yet. But he looks out for me, he really does. And he does not expect me to do anything more … physically - He promised. And he never forced himself closer to me even if he certainly had the chance and strength to do so. He just needs a queen to show around. And I need a protector. It is … okay. I have made my peace with it… so I thought. But … I had a bad dream. And it confused me. And König told me I might be in danger from drowning because I am human, and he is not. I nearly drowned already. I fear the water since I know him. Can’t stand being deeper in it than to my ankles. That’s why he sent out for you to maybe help with that. So that I will not die in the water by being with him.”
Farah slowly blinked, inhaling and exhaling before leading back in her chair.
“That’s a lot,” Farah finally spoke. “And they say a maiden’s life is light.”
You huffed. “Do they?”
“Older men in taverns do - talk like they know of the world while sitting around.”
“If you say so. I have never been to a tavern. Never left the village.” You answered, feeling foolish now like you knew nothing of the world.
Farah only hummed, closing her eyes as if in deep thought.
“Tell you what, sister,” She opened her eyes. “I will give you knowledge to protect yourself from death by that wet boy of yours.”
Farah got up and started cutting and mixing dried herbs in a large mortar.
“Like most men out there, he probably never even considered that a suffering. Acting like his presence is a gift to the world. You say he does not touch you? Fine. Here, take this.”
You stretched out your hands over the table and she passed you a pouch of the herbal mixture.
“Have you paid attention to what and how much I put in it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. As long as you want, you shall be barren. There will be no child coming from your womb. Just drink a cup of tea made from this mixture every day. Even if that wet-rag-king breaks his promise or you two might change your mind, you shall choose your fate. Quite frankly, without some intervention and knowledge, his dick is more likely to cause you harm than any water ever could. Drowning is faster than carrying a child you don’t want. If your mother were still alive, I’m sure she would tell her beloved daughter all her secrets.”
You looked at the pouch in your hands.
A knife, you thought, a knife to care and cut. Is that a betrayal? To König? To my family? To Mother?
“I don’t know if my mother would have ever told me.”
Farah crossed her arms, grumbling disapprovingly.
“Who knows. But I did. Your choice now. You can always just not drink the tea, right?”
You thought about it. Your mother haunting your dreams and speaking as if having children was the only path to happiness out there. And then you thought of König, his careful act towards you, his hand holding yours, his chest pressing against you, and how observant he was of what you need. How he asked and listened to you. How he would be towards a child. And then you thought of his size and what kind of child from him could grow in your tiny body. If that even was possible. Instinctively your hand closed around the little pouch.
Maybe no one but me is truly looking out for me. Maybe that’s all I am doing? Since when is that a betrayal?
“Right. Thank you,” You mumbled.
“If he ever does break his promise, you are welcome to live with me, and I will boil that fishy king in one of his ponds,” Farah continued as she returned to her seat at the table, sipping from her tea and smiling with glee, “As a little sign of gratitude for my wisdom, entertain me and tell me all about that village of yours and what gossip came from it. I want to know about those who think they can recognize a curse where there is none.”
A knife to cut and care. But not me. Not today.
You leaned back and started telling the stories and lies about you.
And Baba Yaga listened.
You stepped out of Baba Yaga's door and the chicken legged house titled forward to help you walk down the steps to the ground. König was sitting there in the grass, waiting for you.
“Is everything alright, Bride?” He asked while he got up and helped you down.
“Yes.”
You nodded, the herbal pouch hidden between your fingers. It felt exciting to have it there, hold it in your fingers, scary to go against what you had been taught since you were a little girl, mischievous, guilty, fun, safe.
You did not know exactly how to feel about it yet, but you did not let go either. Farah might not have turned you into an unsinkable boat, but she did give you an anchor.
“Hey, walking puddle!” Farah called out behind you from her house. It straightened up again as you reached the grass, acting like a proud pet imitating its keeper.
“I gave your problem a bit of thought and I think you yourself can solve it, oh mighty king of smelly bogs.” She declared. “Sacrifice something you hold dear. Give it to your bride. Coming from a being so tied to the waters should do the job better than any curse or wisdom I could come up with.”
“And what exactly should that sacrifice be?” König grumbled.
“How should I know what you care about?” Farah hit back as her house started to turn away and back to the forest. “Give her your favourite frog? Share an algae salad? But be nice. I like her well enough to return and teach you a lesson if you are not, fish head.”
“That’s it!” König called over to Baba Yaga and her chicken legged house. “You are not invited to the wedding. What kind of help is that? And will you stop it with the names?!”
Farah laughed. “Now I definitely will show up. You will repay me for my wisdom then and give my home a good bath. So long!”
And with her house having finally turned away from you, it started walking off into the forest under Königs loud protests.
Finally, he gave up and sighed.
“Well, at least we have a clue now. Even if it is a riddle.” He turned to you. “Are you sure you are alright? She is a dangerous woman.”
“I am,” You grinned. “We talked about the villagers. I told her everything.”
Königs concerned look turned into a grin as well.
“You are a dangerous woman too, dear Bride.” He nodded approvingly while he giggled. “She hates people who lie and they tell a lot of lies about you.”
“They sure do.”
“I don’t even want to imagine what she will do to them.”
“I do.”
König laughed and took you by the hand. Quickly you hid the pouch in the other behind your back.
“Good thing I am not planning on getting on your bad side, Bride.”
A strange kind of relief washed over you, taking away a tension you did not know you had held. Baba Yaga had given you as many fears as she had given you assurances.
A knife. A knife. A knife.
“Are you afraid I will tell Farah if you did?” You teased, stepping closer into his reach and decided to leave all worry behind you for now.
“No.” He paused, his watery eyes wandering over your form and you suddenly felt very aware that no one, not even the Fox or Heron, was around. Just you and your fiancé. And day time left to explore what that could mean.
“Alright, maybe. A little bit. She is terrifying,” König admitted, breaking the spell that had captured you.
You smiled and stepped away from him. “She is. Next time, please tell me who you invite over so I can brace myself. I like her but she is a force to be reckoned with. Can’t wait for the wedding to see her again.”
“Can’t wait for the wedding too, my beloved Bride.”
You paused, considering telling König about the pouch in your fingers and what that could mean for you - both of you - on your wedding night.
He probably does not even want me like that. I am no powerful being, no rusalka, no Baba Yaga with eyes that pierce everything. Just me. You thought to yourself. Why even give me the pouch when it will never be used? I was foolish enough for a day. No more of it.
“When will we marry, König?” you asked instead.
“When the palace is finished,” He replied. “Come. There is much to be done today. While you tell me what you need, we can think of what Baba Yaga had meant by sacrifice.”
“Good idea. But for today, a sacrifice of fish for lunch will do it for me.”
König chuckled.
“Of course, dear.”
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Cultural Context Notes
Maybe this is a very personal observation but the relationships and friendships among eastern European women* or the dynamic between mothers and daughters is much more important and closer than it is in central Europe or the US. Correct me if I am wrong.
Another more personal observation: I am very cut off from my Russian roots basically since the annexation of Crimea and lost on how queer joy and life can look like ‘back home’. This bleeds into the text, reading very hetero. Since queerphobia is rampant in Russia where my family is from, I’m lost on how to depict eastern european/slavic queerness in my stories. I did not want to replace those gaps by just making a central european take on queerness so this is how it is. But I am a queer writer. And the lack of queerness in my story steeped in eastern european/slavic culture in itself feels like an accidental metaphor and I wish I could change that.
Many are somewhat familiar with Baba Yaga as a powerful evil witch since that is her most present depiction in international media post-Christianisation. But that simplifies her complex character. Some stories hint at her being a goddess of the earth or a similarly powerful being. Other stories describe her as one of three immortal sisters: the maid, the mother, and the crone in which Baba Yaga tends to be the crone. That too makes her an immensely powerful sorceress who reigns over death, life, and rebirth. Depicting her as just an evil witch in the western-European tradition clashes with stories about her being wise and helpful even if she is dangerous and unpredictable. And unlike many classical images of witches from more western parts of Europe Baba Yaga originally had no pointy hat, no black cat, or a broom to ride on. Instead, Baba Yaga appears to have no unusual dress from her peers. Nor does she have a side-kick except for maybe the woodhouse on chicken legs she lives in. And depending on the story Baba Yaga rides an oven, a large mortar, or just walks incredibly fast, which stresses that she is not an old hag in all her depictions but can be of different age and agility depending on the story. Baba Yaga is also associated with bones and death. In some stories she is the mother of the царь кощей / кощей Бессмертный - (Translation from russian) “undead king”/ “The one of bones and who can not die”. I decided to place Farah in the story as Baba Yaga because (I can and) Farah comes off as a reasonable wild card in the CoD franchise which is parallel enough to some Baba Yaga interpretations. Since the character Farah and the creation of a fake middle eastern country just to have that Orientalist theme in the CoD MW plot reads incredibly insensitive and racist to me, I’m making Farah the most powerful being in my story just out of spite. Also, Eastern Europe and Russia is not just Christians but has a lot of other religious influences too, the biggest one being Islam. Farah my beloved and everyone who identifies with her, this is for you. <3
Baba Yaga’s house in many tales is a wooden house on chicken legs that can walk wherever it wishes. To enter the house one needs to call out for it and ask it to turn around. There are several versions on what to say and I’m sure there are other variants in other languages. I used this one because I grew up with it: “Избушка, избушка, повернись ко мне передом, к лесу — задом” - translation from Russian: “Hut, dear hut. Please turn around towards me and with your back to the forest.” The added “Пожалуйста” is also Russian and means “Please”. I wanted to write this phrase in Old Church Slavonic but could not find the right words for it in the dictionaries so I had to stick with what I could execute, sorry. If there is a motivated linguist out there to research this, I’m absolutely willing to edit it and learn more about Old Church Slavonic or other fitting phrases. The origin of this house tale might come from the practice of building stilted houses in swampy regions. To keep the houses from rotting they were built on stilts, which got charred to avoid mould and rot. In some tales Baba Yaga is bound to the house and can not leave. In others she is not. Obviously, I understand staying in such a cool house forever anyway.
Is it possible to use herbs as contraception and abortion remedies? Likely. And there is historical evidence that several remedies had been used in the past to do so with differing success. HOWEVER! Do not try to replicate this at home. This is a fictional story and not medical advice. I know abortion and access to contraceptives are under attack in several parts of the world. It’s important to fight that and guarantee everyone dignity and bodily autonomy. But playing around with herbs you just googled or heard from a friend, is not the solution and can kill you. This part of the story is vague for a reason.
Buckwheat grows in colder climates and on poor soils. It’s a staple food in many eastern European and central Asian regions.
Rusalka (singular), rusalki (Plural) don’t have a good translations. In some sense they are mermaids but for inland water, since there are a handful of stories that describe them as having fish tales. But I think the best translation to give a picture of the rusalki is that they are more akin to nymphs like those from Greek myths. Rusalkis are female. In some regions they are supposed to look like old women, in others they are tall and stern looking. I grew up with the Russian tales of Rusalkis being pretty girls or women, playing in or around the water. They can be benevolent, especially to kids and women by helping out with washing clothes, playing or just friendly chatting. But they also can be a threat, predominantly for men whom they trick, drown and eat. It’s fascinating how gendered that image of the rusalka is, as if it fits the same entity but from two binary gendered points of view with the “female” one seeing the rusalka as a free spirit who does as she pleases, and the patriarchal “male” being threatened by that. The stories I know of the rusalka associate her with maidenhood or at least younger women, which ties to the idea that rusalkis are young women who committed suicide by drowning due to being pregnant out wedlock, dying before / around her wedding night or while giving birth. Essentially there is a lot of sexuality coded in the figure of the rusalka. If anyone knows or writes a queer take on it, please tag me. I need a break from those harsh binaries. Also, in some stories Rusalkis serve the Vodyanoy. I don’t really buy that and interpret it as a possible later addition to the fairy tale canon to depict the rusalka as subservient to at least one male master to be honest. Rusalkis are as governable as a storm.
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i need a jealous ross fic or blurb desperately😭
asjkdjsjd this is shitty, evidently i do not know how to write jealousy </3
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so ross makes it a point to pick you up from work as often as he can. whenever he can get away from his own job, he's there outside your building with flowers, or coffee and donuts, or food and a warm hug. and today's no different as he waits eagerly outside your building with some delicious hot chocolate. he hasn't seen much of you this week because you've both been busy but it's a Friday and he's got a very free weekend that he's looking forward to spending in bed with you (cuddling, doing...other things, the works). he's used to seeing you come out chatting and laughing with your group of friends, he's met them on many occasions and he's also quite fond of them but something's off today. that's not the case today. he feels the smile slipping off his face when you step out of the front door with some man he's never seen before. it's not like him to be seething at the sight of you talking to other men, it's never been like him. but this is different. this man is standing too close, heads bent together as you look at something on his phone. suddenly you laugh like he's just said the funniest thing in the world. he stands up straighter, makes himself look taller. not like he needs to but hey, it can't hurt. you still haven't spotted him, haven't even looked around yet as you nod at the other man, eyes moving over his face and a near-constant smile on your face. is he really that fucking funny? ross's jaw ticks at the sound of your shared laughs. he's not jealous, no he's not jealous at all, just annoyed at being ignored, just mildly irritated. he'll call your name and you'll smile at him the way you only smile at him and the other guy will be forgotten. he knows it. and then you go in for a hug.
his fingers dent the disposable cups, a little spills over from the side but he doesn't care. his tone is clipped when he finally calls your name. and then once more till you actually look at him. he brightens a little when you positively beam at him, the familiar special smile that's only reserved for him but all of it goes down the drain when you grab the other guy's hand and bring him over.
'who's this then,' ross tries to sound conversational and very casual. he knows you'll be very mad if he went caveman and he actually wants to have a nice weekend with you. you're none the wiser...yet. you introduce him, it's your coworker ben, he just moved, just started the job and you showed him around a bit which is how you got to know each other. but ross also notices how ben leans towards you and tries to be all familiar and joke-y after TWO days of knowing you. once the introductions are done, you say bye to ben, tell him you'll see him on Monday and he tries to be all cheeky with the "bye sweetheart" which ross DOES NOT LIKE. you're HIS sweetheart, not this stupid coworker's. and ben doesn't even say bye to him, just does the weird lil bro head nod thing (it's so stupid, i hate it)
once he's gone, you jump on ross and kiss his face and tell him how happy you are to see him, how you were actually craving some hot chocolate and he melts a bit but he's still all "oh so you've been hanging out with this new guy all day huh?" and also "you two seemed pretty friendly" at which point you roll your eyes at him because you're not stupid and you can see right through him. you're like "baby, he's not even a friend yet, i met him two days ago" and ross just mutters darkly, "trust me he doesn't wanna be your friend" to which you sigh and mumble about men having one thing on their mind. he's a bit pouty after that, muttering to himself occasionally like an old witch in the forest while you're busy practically inhaling the hot chocolate. you do feel slightly amused tho because he's so cute when he gets like this and it's not often he gets like this; he's all handsy and clingy but in a cute way, touching your butt at every chance he gets and pressing a kiss to your cheek. he also uses sweetheart at the end of every sentence which you find hilarious.
it's only after you pull him close for one deep, long kiss that he shuts up and promises to not bring up ben for the rest of the night (ben will be long gone from both your memories well before the night truly ends 👀)
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Ready to Run
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Breakups, Brief Heartbreak, Blasphemy 💋
It was a beautiful Summer's day, the kind that comes as the season begins its slow blend into Fall. Birds were singing songs of cheer, while children's laughter blended in to fill the streets of Manhattan, but Natasha was none the wiser. No—the redhead was currently lying face down on her couch with her face smushed against the cushions of the faux leather muffling her voice as she spoke to the black cat who was purring beneath her lazy hand., "Can you believe it Liho? She's actually doing it."
Liho tenses as her tone wasn't the usual soft one she took up with him., "I mean, what was so wrong with how we had things?," she scoffs., "Privacy is crucial.," she goes on halfheartedly as she tried to convince herself that your time together was fair as she only loved you behind closed doors., "She doesn't even love her...," her lip began to tremble, and the cat knew it was time to bolt before he became a tissue.
"Great, even you don't want me anymore...," she cries out pitifully., "You always liked her more, my rescue cat, but you love Y/N more..."
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"We all do.," Yelena says as an announcement of her arrival, not that Natasha didn't already know she was here, she just didn't care at all., "Go away Yelena, you don't want to be late for the wedding of the season..."
Yelena rolled her eyes at her sisters pointless pity party, she's caused all of her own turmoil here, and as much as she wanted to relentlessly taunt her for that and the disarray of her apartment she knew she was on borrowed time here., "Yeah, the one you could've prevented.," Natasha looked backwards to glare up at her sister, but she was quickly squealing and looking instead at the ceiling of her apartment.
"Yelena! в чем, черт возьми, твоя проблема?" The blonde assassin laughed humorlessly, "прямо сейчас? Это был бы ты идиот!"
(What the fuck is your problem? / Right now? That would be you idiot)
Natasha was furious, partly because her sister just rolled her off of her own couch, but more so that she was right, and she always hated whenever that happened., "Fix this Natalia."
Natasha sighed, rubbing at her temples., "There's nothing to fix Lena, she's moved on, and you know, maybe she's better off for it.," Tears began to well up in the redheads eyes as she tried to come to terms with never having you again but she failed miserably. This last year and a half without you has been torture, but today marks a permanence that even she can't dismiss away, you were about to be irrevocably Carol's and it made her fucking sick to have inadvertently caused this.
You'd given her four of your best years to make her mind up, then another year before you even got with Carol for her to atone for her previous shortcomings. She'd always been too stubborn though, and you were simply tired of being her hideaway so you went on the date. Then the date turned plural, and before she knew it you were planning the wedding that should've always been hers to plan with you.
Natasha gasped when a harsh slap was delivered to her cheek., "Quit the pitying and do something about it Natalia.," she lifted her head to lock eyes with her sister, a subtle fury there but it was quickly masked by the hurt., "No, I can't... She's happy, and I can't give her what she wants."
Yelena was growing agitated the longer Natasha wasted the time her and Wanda have graciously created for her to fix things. The narrow window was only growing more so, and her stubbornness was becoming overplayed., "Natalia, you could easily give her what she wants, give up the need for control, and let her love you on a fucking beach or at the Denny's.." Yelena's fingers gripped the collar of Natasha's shirt to hold her in place while she scolded her.
The older widow was taken aback by the way her younger sister spoke to her, but she wasn't too shocked, Lena loved you tremendously, and she never shied away from reminding Natasha of the mistake losing you was., "Seriously Natasha, if I can let Kate Bishop take me to the carnival, and make me play those silly games that are rigged for a cheap stuffed animal then so can you with Y/N—the women of your heart deserves better, and quite frankly so do you."
Natasha sobbed as her sister's words echoed in her mind., "I-I'm scared.," Natasha finally quietly admits and the blondes resolve softens as she loosens her grip on her sisters collar and leans her forehead to hers., "Я знаю, ты должен быть, теперь иди, не дай ей уйти."
(I know, you're supposed to be, now go, don't let her get away.)
"It's probably too late, I'll never make it on time.," Natasha humorlessly chuckles while wiping her own tears from her cheeks, and her brows furrow at the sight of her sister's sudden smile., "Never say never.," the grin leaves the redhead unnerved but she wastes no time grabbing her helmet from her sister's hands followed up by her leather jacket and keys.
"Your mommy's such an idiot.," Yelena coos to the cat circling her legs in obvious thanks., "It's okay little one, soon you'll have Y/N back.," Liho purrs rather loudly in response as he burrows into the blondes arms.
Natasha paid no mind to the traffic laws as she made her way to the church—really, who's going to pull over an Avenger in a hurry? Only an idiotic rookie would do such a silly thing...
"License and registration ma'—.," the officer's words died on his tongue when the helmet was taken off to reveal the redhead Avenger with a scowl on her face that dared him to continue., "I-I'm terribly sorry ma'am. You're free to go.," she scoffed but chose to move on, his badge number will just have to come in handy for later she supposes as she races off, her speed now even faster than before as she did her best to beat the metaphorical clock that taunted her.
She skidded to a stop just outside of the church, nearly tripping over her own feet as she rushes up the stairs, yanking her helmet off just as she pushed through the wooden doors., "Stop the wedding! Please, don't do it Y/N.," the pit in her stomach only becomes heavier at the sounds of the unfamiliar gasping., "Mama, it's the Black Widow.," a teen shrieks, and it's then that the trained spy notices the all black attire fitted to the strangers bodies, then the blown up photos of an elderly couple up front.
"Иисус Христос, это не может происходить со мной." She grumbled under her breath before smiling painfully as the child lifted their phone up before her face., "I'm so sorry.," she mutters to the shocked family, running out as fast as she can with the knowledge that this will likely be in the news by tonight, but she can't bother to care as she runs across the street., "Why are there two churches here anyways?!," she grumbles to herself disbelievingly as she's hopefully entering the correct venue.
(Jesus Christ, this can not be happening to me.)
With a heavy heart you slid the ring onto the blonde's finger, sending a sad smile over to your best friend in thanks for at least trying. You'd really been holding out hope that the actual love of your life would take the bait, even Carol knew you were settling for her, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't doing the same.
You zoned out as the Priest read out the sermon., "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.," and just as she went to make her final announcements a loud thudding was heard causing you to turn to face the doors., "Stop the wedding! Please, I fucking object.," you bit back a triumphant smile as her words ring within your mind like a forbidden prayer.
Natasha stumbled over her feet once more as she approached the altar, never in her life had she been more nervous for what's to come., "You know it wouldn't be right if you did!," you and Carol shared a knowing look—this was it., "I love you Y/N, and I know how late I am with my public proclamation but please don't get married to Carol to spite me.," she didn't even flinch when you glared at her in true offense., "I'm just being honest here Y/N..."
Your silence filled her with dread, maybe she read it all wrong, Lena and Wanda too, it's a genuine possibility that you've moved on., "Fine... Just say it then Y/N, tell me that you don't love me—set me free, I'll walk back out those doors...," she tries to keep it together, but tears befall her cheeks as she continues., "All I ever wanted is for you to be happy lyubov'.," she held her breath as she waited on your response., "Even if that's not with me."
"No.," your voice came out a bit hoarse, and it broke the redhead to know she'd had you on the verge of tears once again., "Don't go.," you looked over to her with a frown., "остаться.," the redhead nodded, the silent communication you shared with just a stare settling her.
(Stay)
You looked up to Carol who wore a smile, albeit sad, you could tell she was truly happy for you., "At least one of us gets to be with our person.," she acknowledges in a whisper against your cheek, her arms were tightly wrapped around you as you'd pulled her in for a bittersweet embrace, one that was always going to come with the message of goodbye., "I'm sorry.," she shook her head as she pulled back., "Don't be."
You shared one final smile with Carol as you were slipping the rings back into her hands. You nodded, then with a shaky hand you reached out for Natasha. The redhead kept her face stoic, not wanting to add insult to injury with the triumphant smile hiding beneath the surface as she intertwined her fingers with yours she she could pull you out of the church.
As soon as she pulled you through the door she spun you around, pulling you into her embrace, and her face immediately nuzzled into your neck., "God detka, I've missed you so much.," she whimpers, and you're absolutely stunned as tears get caught in the crook of your neck., "Promise I'm done running, I'm going to love you openly from this point on.," her arms tightening around you giving way to the truth in her choked out words.
"Natty, it's about damn time.," she chuckled against your chest., "Seriously, you waited until the nth hour to get me back, I'd started to wonder if you ever really loved me.," the sad tone you suddenly took up spurred more tears to leave her as she pulled back to look you in the eyes, her hands settling on your cheeks., "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, I have never loved anyone as much as I have been blessed to have loved you.," she sighed as she laid her forehead to yours., "and I promise to love you outwardly until the day I die, because you're everything I have ever wanted, I'm sorry that it took me so damn long to realize I can't live without you."
Without any warning you tilted your head, causing your lips to graze hers, and she wasted no time meeting your advances as she kissed you with intent, hands falling to your hips as she lightly pushed you into the churches pillar., "God, I've missed your lips so much Natty.," you whimpered and she smirked into the kiss., "The feelings mutual detka.," she whispered, her tone raspy and that alone made you dizzy.
"Let's go before I allow you to have your way with me outside of a church." You boldly instructed the far too eager woman., "I wouldn't have been mad, open loving and all." She teases while escorting you across the road to her bike where she places another kiss to your lips before settling her helmet over you., "Where to?," you smirked, and though she couldn't see it she could hear it., "Vegas."
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Crescent City - Ithan Holstrom NSFW
this is kind of old ,I am now wiser and actually want to top this man
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): very very attentive, will ask you what you need, carry you to the bathroom to wash up even if you are literally fine, bring you water everything you need he'll prepare it
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): i am a firm believer that he is an ass guy, he would never say it out loud ,but his eyes always travel down your body when you walk away from him
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is a wolf shifter, some interest in breeding comes with the territory, he is still very stressed about kids and bringing one into the world, he is too young for that but he can't deny himself the appeal of watching him cum leak out of you when he pulls out
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): its something he doesn't think he'd have the nerve to go through, because he is relatively possessive ,but he has thought of the possibility of a threesome with certain people, it gets him as angry and embarrassed as it gets him horny, he’d be hurt at first if you ever suggested it, but eventually his own curiosity would have him saying yes, it’d need to be someone you both know and are comfortable with though and he’d spend most of the time trying to prove himself to you, but eventually he’d relax and simply enjoy the experience
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): very little experience, just didn't have enough time , with all that was going on in his life, plus the fact he is more of a relationship guy, rather than a one night stand guy
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): the basics, they work just fine for him, he does also like reverse cowgirl
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he tends to get lost in his head a lot, so he is more serious, very focused on bringing you pleasure, but he does love when you laugh during sex, it pulls him out of his head and into the moment ,watching you be this comfortable with him is enough to make his knees buckle
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): tried to shave the first few times he knew he was going to see you, couldn't handle the itchiness and now just tries to keep things tame by trimming
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he tries to do romance, but it doesn’t come naturally, he is very sweet, but his idea of romance is googling how to be romantic and doing everything a top 10 list says, its cute, but wine and roses just aren’t so much his thing
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): the amount of times he has jacked off to the thought of you is embarrassing , he wants to seem mature and responsible and not scare you off ,so he hates how much you affect him ,how everything, from your perfume ,to the clothes you wear ,to simply the idea of a date with you later during the day will get him excited, totally the type of keep a shirt of yours or something to hold onto while he strokes himself
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): more on the vanilla side
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he needs his privacy, locks and double locks every door in his or your room
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): just about anything, accidentally catching a glimpse of your ass in some pants he likes, whispering in his ear seductively, wearing a perfume he likes ,he just can't help himself, his body is always ready for you
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurting you, he can't bring himself to actually hurt you, physically or verbally, even if you ask him for it, he just can't do it
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves 69ing, isn't really good at it because he gets distracted with your mouth on him but gods ,the view and feel of your thighs around his head as well as the feeling of your mouth on him, its so overwhelming in the best way, give him some time to find his pace and he gets really good
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he tries to hold himself back and its always a battle between letting himself go entirely and trying not to hurt you
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he will never say no ,but honestly it just doesn't work for him, he needs the time after sex to cool down with you in his arms, he needs to take his time with you and enjoy your presence, also it just makes him want you more, you can't just pull him in the middle of the day to quickly try something and then go about your day expecting him to not be distracted
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is kind of on the vanilla side , he sticks to whatever works right now, but with some good communication and a bit of , lets say, motivation he is game with trying out a lot of things
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): both as an ex athlete and a wolf, lets just say, his stamina is over the moon ,haha get it
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he would be a bit weird about it at first ,kind of getting it in his head that he isn't doing a good enough job thats why you need them, but the more he thinks about it, you in your room possibly thinking of him, using a toy on yourself, legs spread open ,biting your lip as you make those sweet sounds he loves, he warms up to them, might eventually get the guts to ask you to show him exactly how you use them
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a tease this man can NOT deny you, if you said crawl he would without a second thought
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he tries to muffle himself but it doesn't really work, he groans and curses and swears against you, he really isn’t aware how loud he can get
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): big on phone sex, sexting or calling him in the middle of the night so he can listen to you get off, he could be dead asleep when you ring him, his voice still groggy and gruff from when he woke up, but the second you imply what you are doing he is scrambling to lock his bedroom door and get himself comfortable
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): a grower for sure, its very smooth and on the thicker side
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very very high, especially in the earlier stages of your situationship/relationship whatever you want to call it, he thought he was going insane with how much he was thinking of you, how much he wanted and needed you, it hasn't gotten any better but he is used to it now
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps like a dad, he is too young to be snoring that loudly, but when he is comfortable all wrapped up with you next to him ,its almost endearing, he also likes being a little spoon even if he'd be embarrassed to admit so
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TUA IMAGINES:
yes I'm back at it again.
Trying to hide a new relationship with your TUA S/O:
Luther:
This boy has ZERO subtlety. Thankfully, his behavior doesn't change much from before you were together. Everyone already knew he had the biggest, dumbest crush on you, and he was always staring after you and following you around. You try to give him subtle glances to stop, but it just makes him look sad and confused, and eventually, you give up. The two of you go on secret dates and at first no one is the wiser, but then Five notices that the two of you are always suspiciously missing at the same time and Luther always comes back extra happy. One day, Viktor sees the two of you holding hands at the park, and then the secret is out. Nothing much changes after that but now they're much more likely to see the two of you attached at the hip while in the academy.
Diego:
The two of you like to pretend to not get along, constantly snipping at each other in public. Klaus always whines that the two of you act like an old married couple and should just fuck already to get it out of your system. The two of you always share secret glances at that because you probably did exactly that last night. It eventually gets out when someone starts flirting with you, and Diego instigates an angry argument out of jealousy. He gets all riled up and angry, and you realize the quickest way to calm him down is to kiss him, and you do, and he just deflates. Everyone is a little surprised but also not because the UST between you guys has always been crazy.
Allison:
You guys agree to keep it a secret as it's new to both of you, and you just don't want the siblings butting in. Allison is surprisingly possessive of you and doesn't like it when you spend too much time with her siblings. But she's a good actress and can put on a believable front. What eventually gives you away is when Claire visits, and she is overly excited to see you, which makes the siblings suspicious. Then she innocently asks why you haven't slept over in forever and you share a look with Allison, knowing the cat's out the bag.
Klaus:
Klaus isn't happy about keeping it a secret, but he tries his best. At first, it's a little exciting, but he's such a tactile person, and it's so hard not to be touching you all the time. And like at first you try to stop him but he gets so sad when you push him away that eventually you just let him and everyone knows because you hate it when people touch you.
Five:
The funny thing is, even though you guys are together, you and Five just constantly argue. About everything. And that doesn't change so no one really suspects everything. And Five still constantly grumbles about how annoying you're being and you still roll your eyes at him. His teleportation really helps you both sneak around and you never get caught. It all goes to shit when you go out with them one night and some guy tries to hit on you and Five gets irrationally jealous and storms up and tells him to fuck off before kissing you possessively, to the surprise and shock of his siblings.
Ben:
Ben's always been quiet and the two of you were always spending time together already so that really didn't change much when you started dating. The two of you just wanted to keep it to yourselves for a while, so didn't bother telling anyone but it wasn't like it was really a secret. The siblings find out because one day the two of you are doing your usual, snuggling up and reading together and Ben brings you a mug of tea and kisses you on the forehead and you smile softly at him and it kind of dawns upon the siblings that maybe it's become something more.
Viktor:
Viktor doesn't tell anyone, not because they're ashamed brut because they can't really believe that YOU are dating them. He feels like if he starts telling people it will ruin everything so he keeps it a big secret. The siblings are used to seeing you around so they don't question anything. It all comes out the bag one day after a performance when you thrust a big bouquet into Viktor's arms and plant a kiss on their lips, making them blush and stutter as the siblings look on in shock.
BONUS!
Lila:
Lila just thinks sneaking around is exciting and the two of you have a bet to see who'll realise it first. It's a bet neither of you win because the person who finds out is Claire who then tells literally everyone.
SparrowBen:
This Ben is a possessive jealous bastard so keeping it a secret doesn't last very long (if at all) because he gets annoyed anytime someone gets close to you, even if it's just Klaus. He will literally hover next to you all the damn time with zero subtlety. He's also just so proud of himself for bagging you that he can't even contain how pleased he is with himself.
#the umbrella academy#tua#klaus hargreeves#ben hargreeves#five hargreeves#tua imagines#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#allison hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#lila pitts#secret relationship#sparrow ben#all of you are terrible at keeping shit secret
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She comes to him during her first break up and he’s ready to beat up this 16 year old high schooler for her.
Terms of Endearment Masterlist & Terms of Endearment // Natasha x Rhett
Oh. It’s one of those times when Rhett’s actually in North Island for a while. He comes and goes. He’s got shared custody of the twins and this time it just seemed easier to come to them and Phoenix than it did to ship em off to Wabang.
Co-parenting is easy when the love of your life is the mother of your children. But don’t tell Phoenix Rhett said that. He’ll deny deny deny.
“Hey Ace—“ Rhett’s smiling that signature half smile of his as he comes through the back door like he owns the place, two ratbag twelve year olds run in and past you straight into the living room. That’s where your little ratbag can be found—like Nicky Bradshaw, playing his Xbox.
“Hey Cowboy.” It’s the all consuming scent of sandalwood and cedar that encompass you in Rhett’s warm embrace. “What are you doing here? Nix didn’t mention you were gonna be in town?” Rhett just grumbles into your neck all the while he rolls his eyes.
“Oh I wasn’t holding my breath she would—“ It’s the slight rose tint that creeps across Rhett’s stubbled cheeks that gives him away without a single word. “Is she ever happy to see me?” You can’t help but to chuckle as you pat his chest three time sympathetically. Phoenix and Rhett were complicated to say the very least. But their love was undeniable and unapologetic.
“No comment—“ Is all you reply before Rhett’s taking off down the hall. He’s in search of a particular soul, an extension of you that Rhett just adores like she was his own. “She’s down at the beach Rhett.” You don’t even need to say her name because Rhett knows you know who he’s looking for. “Her and Nathan broke up on Tuesday so she’s been a little off this past few days.”
Rhett froze in his tracks, that’s probably why Riley asked if he’d be over anytime soon. That’s probably why he missed a random call on Wednesday night while he was out trying to forget about the fight he and Nix had over her Dads birthday party Rhett wasn’t sure he could make it to this year.
“Can I take the Bronco real quick?” You didn’t have to ask where Rhett was going or why he needed the Bronco. You already knew—he was going to go see Riley down at the beach. For a guy who couldn’t swim Rhett Abbott sure loved to watch Riley Bradshaw surf.
“Sure thing, it’s in the garage.” With that, Rhett’s setting off on a little mission of his own. He has this thing where he gets older but just never wiser, so he would with ease punch a sixteen year old kid in the throat if it meant Riley felt some sort of relief for the pain that filled her chest. Bradley Jake and little Odette who wasn’t so little anymore we’re all on separate deployments.
Jake was down under stationed in Townsville, Riley’s breakup with her first real boyfriend (or the love of her damn life as she claimed) happened smack bang in the middle of his three month stint. Bradley was overseeing a strike force in the North Atlantic and Odette was on her first major deployment…. In Bosnia of all places. Something told you her uncle Pete had something to do with that.
So, Rhett took it upon himself to wait on the dunes. He knew that Riley had spotted him a few waves back but she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the water anytime soon. She was raised in a family that lived and breathed the U.S Navy. Her mother, her father, her uncles and aunts were all Navy. It only made sense that whenever they were a million miles away she felt closest to them in the ocean.
“Hey kiddo.” Rhett smiled a half crooked grin Riley’s way as he watched her place her surf board down. “Saw you catch some pretty big waves out there.” Rhett hated the ocean, you’d never catch him in it unless it was life and death and even then he’d probably be drowning.
“Yeah, I thought maybe one of them would take me out and put me outta my misery—“ It’s the nonchalant shrug that had Rhett raising an eyebrow at your middle child’s mental stability. “But I guess I’ve gotta tough this one out.”
“What did the two of you break up over exactly?” Rhett’s asking as cautiously as he can. He doesn’t know what raising a girl is like—a boy world is the only world that he knows.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Riley sighs a little deeper than normal as she picks her board back up and makes her way back over to where Rhett had parked her dads old Bronco.
“You sound like your sister Rils.” Riley just freezes. Her and Odette couldn’t have been more similar yet so different. Riley hated being compared to Dot, she was her own person with her own feelings. “C’mon, talk to me.”
“Oh my gosh, fine!” Riley doesn’t mean to, but her heart hurts too much for her to keep her emotions regulated and in check. She drops her surfboard down onto the sand and turns back to Rhett. “I got dumped because I wouldn’t put out alright!” It ignites a fire in Rhett’s chest that he won’t ever be able to extinguish. Riley was only sixteen. “And now all the guys in my drama class call me Sanda D because our film assignment is Grease this semester and I don’t understand how any of that means anything because I thought he really liked me but I guess I just—“
“The guys in your drama class are giving you shit?” Rhett frowns like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He’s bending down to pick up the surfboard, making sure there’s no damage from the sudden fit of adolescent female rage. If Riley was anything like you there was a fire simmering on the inside. She just had more control.
“That’s what you took from that?”
“Yeah well it’s just high-school clearly changed a hell of a lot since I was there.” Rhett, in that very moment was thinking back to the time he had fished Bob out of the trash can near D block after some idiots on the football team turned Bob on his head for being in the schools production of The Importance of Being Earnest.
“Mum said you didn’t even finish high school?” Riley rolls her eyes as she continues on her path towards the Bronco. It’s now Rhett who’s glued in his place. How in the ever living fuck?
“How the fuck does she know that?” It’s the fast pace hop, skip and jog Rhett does with Riley’s surfboard under his arm that has her chuckling.
“I dunno?” She shrugs. “But the point is, I got dumped for having self respect.”
“Look Riley—“ Rhett doesn’t know how to parent girls, hell he doesn’t even really know how to parents his own kids let’s alone give parental advice. But he does know how to be a friend. “I know it probably feels like to world is ending but I can assure you it’ll keep spinning.”
“Gee thanks, I’ll log that one away for when I feel like jumping out of he nearest second story window.” Rhett doesn’t know how to compute what Riley just said. He knows she’s kidding—but at the same him he feels like taking her to the hospital for a involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward. “I know, guys are dumb.”
“We are.” Rhett knows he probably isn’t the best role model when it comes to relationships. “But most importantly that Nathan guys a dickhead if he thinks he’ll get far going around degrading young girls like that.”
“It’s fine—“ Riley’s trying to shrug it off. “I just thought I meant more to him than I did, that’s why I’m so frustrated.” Rhett knew exactly what Riley meant when she said that. “It’s hard having perfect parents with a perfect fairy tale relationship, makes you just want to mimic that.” You had always been very vocal about instilling self worth on your girls. They deserved to know how valued they truly were, to never settle for anyone less than, for anyone who wouldn’t treat them with respect. “I thought he was the one—“
“You’re sixteen—go egg that guy’s house or something.” Rhett chuckled to himself as he placed Riley’s surfboard on the racks on the top of Bradley’s prized Bronco. “Or give me his address and I’ll go egg his house myself.” Riley, even if she was only sixteen, could appreciate her uncles recklessness and zero to death row attitude about her ex boyfriend. She knew that if her dad were here he’d be livid, irate if she told him the truth about her breakup, what had been the foundation of the relationship ending. She was his little girl, his princess. “No daughter of Y/n Bradshaw is gonna go about her life thinking she deserves that kind of treatment.”
But to Rhett Abbott, Riley Carole Bradshaw wasn’t just a princess who needed to be reminded of her own self worth. She was as feisty and as fearless as her mother was. Rhett saw a hell of a lot of you in little Riley. Maybe even more than he saw in Odette nowadays. She was off flying multimillion dollar fight jets, so it was just Nicky and Riley.
“We can’t egg his house Rhett, mum would kill us both.”
“You tell your mother why you got dumped?” Rhett’s raising his brow curiously and when Riley shook her head no, he smirked. “If she knew I can assure you it wouldn’t be eggs being thrown kid—it would be bloody rocks.” He just stops and sighs and looks at Riley with all her heartbreak and all her rage. “C’mon get in the truck.” And that’s exactly what Riley does. Wrapped in a towel she sits in the passengers seat of her dads trusted Bronco she knows he will be pissed about Rhett driving around town without a care in the world.
“Hey Rhett?” Riley’s asking as the old radio played. She wanted to change the subject. Riley was already in the process of excepting her fate for when you found out you’d egged your ex’s house with dear old Uncle Rhett.
“Yeah?”
“If you and Nix love each other so much, how come you guys aren’t together anymore?”
“It’s completely kid.” There was a time where Rhett was pretty convinced that it was better to live together than to die alone, but in the years he’d fallen in and out of love with Natasha Trace, he came to trust in the ideology that love is without boarders or bounds. For him and Phoenix, their love was as unambiguous a sign of true love that any of you had ever seen.
It just wasn’t cookie cutter clean. “It’s just complicated.”
“She used to fly with your brother, didn’t she?” Riley never really asked about anything, she was somewhat of a wallflower. But she was sixteen now, a teenager with questions and queries about the past present and future. “Is that how you guys met?” And there’s always been a part of Rhett that was too stubborn to believe he could ever really find a women like Natasha. It’s part of the reason why he didn’t have her now.
“Sure is, before Rob died, I came out here to help your ma with a couple of issues she was having.” Rhett still to this day couldn’t really talk about Bob without wanted to throw his first into the nearest wall. “He asked me to come help, and that’s when I met Nixy.” Rhett had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t ever let go of. He was afraid—afraid that it had never actually been Rhett Phoenix was in love with, but that it had always been Bob.
“If we asked, do you think she’d come egg Nathan’s house with us?” Riley asked as cautiously as she could, she saw Rhett’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. She saw his jaw clench back a few tears as he cleared his throat.
“She’d want her own damn carton Rils.” And he was just the consolation trauma prize.
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#terms of endearment // Natasha Trance x Rhett Abbott#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#natasha trace#top gun phoenix#top gun maverick imagine#top gun fanfic#top gun maverick fanfiction
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cris watches dr. who: s03e08 - "Human Nature"
"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Has it made you better? Richer? Wiser? Then let's see you answer this: Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid, or matron? Your friend, or your lover? Your choice!"
In media res! Gotta be one of my favorite tropes, makes you feel so in the middle of everything
Stolen vortex manipulator? What?! Maybe try looking next to your flux capacitator
Martha in a period appropriate outfit?! She has done away with the leather jacket! My gosh, they must really be in it now
John Smith is always his alias? Is that why it crops up everywhere in human history
Ugh, racist boarding school boys
But Martha has all her knowledge, no? Hmmmmmm
Hey! It's Jojen Reed/the drummer kid from Love Actually/that cowboy chess player from the Queen's Gambit. Is he, like, an unaging elf?
Oh hey, Baines (who is later the Son of Mine) is also from Game of Thrones! He is Viserys! That explains why his eyes are so intense yet kind of hot
Ah poor Jeremy Baines. Too dumb yet hot to survive. But, come on, you dumb school kid: when you can't see that invisible space Ship, you run!
Oh no! Jojen, don't touch that! Doesn't anyone here -- except Martha -- have basic survival skills?
Damn: ex-Jeremy Baines is really rocking that serial killer look
Creepy scarecrows!
Martha is really good at spotting the thread. I'd do escape rooms with her
And at the end, the Dr is presented with the traditional Catwoman/Robin choice! Are you saving the sidekick or the girlfriend? Oof, Martha hates being the Robin in that scenario
6 out of 8 Tardes. Did not expect this to be a double whammy, but excited to see where this goes
#cris watches#cris watches dr who#doctor who#dr who#the tenth doctor#tenth doctor#10th doctor#david tennant#martha jones#freema agyeman#s03e08#human nature#6 out of 8 tardes
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Ghost party ; Mack & Lil
PARTIES:@the-lil-exorcist and @realmackross
TIME: Halloween
WHERE: Eluria Cemetery
SUMMARY: Lil goes to stop some ghost nonsense, unfortunately Mackenzie gets caught up in it. Fortunately, Sarah seems to like Lil.
WARNINGS: None!
Mackenzie had always enjoyed Halloween. It had been one of her favorite times of the year, but being a zombie just somehow made it feel different. Well, that and having to work, but she did get to dress up, and it was pretty fun seeing all the little goth and emo kids rocking out anything but goth and emo. The Barbie goths dressed in pink were her favorite. She had decided to go for a classic - Carrie after being covered in blood. Fake blood of course. She may have eaten human brains, but there was no way she was using real pig's blood just for the aesthetic. She wasn’t that kind of girly.
As she walked out into the brisk night air after her shift at Dance Macabre, Mack took in the sights and sounds around her. People seemed to still be out in full force, despite it being a Tuesday night, and she couldn’t help but laugh enjoying the festivities of it all. The one person she had longed to see though, that night, had been Elora, and the thought had crossed her mind to go see the woman who she already deemed as her girlfriend in her mind. But with it being already so late, she had opted to end her night with a haunted stroll through Eluria Cemetery - nevermind the fact that it was the preferred hangout spot for vampires. But she was already dead and none-the-wiser about what she was about to walk into. Plus, it was still Halloween for at least another thirty minutes.
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Lil hated halloween, and it wasn’t really for the decorations or atmosphere. In fact, she liked the idea of halloween a lot - but execution of it usually meant that the exorcist was dealing with calls all night. She had tried to stop it, insisting that she wasn’t going to take any calls until November second - but she always ended up caving.
So, in spite of herself and dressed in a suit instead of her regular attire she was again called out to deal with a haunting. Pulling her hair back she muttered under her breath for a moment ducking at the gates so the ghost couldn’t see her. They were already throwing things - and she had a feeling a lot of ghosts got pissed at teenagers again. She should get a hold of some before they started body hopping again.
God she hated Halloween.
“Hey - you - you’re not going to want to go in there. Ghosts are trying to throw anything that’s not too heavy -” Lil said, calling to Mack who seemed to not have seen the swirling. “I wouldn’t go in there tonight.”
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As she stood at the gates of the cemetery, her mind quickly shot to Winter. This would have been somewhere that she knew her ex-best friend would have loved. Well, maybe now that the seeing ghosts thing was actually real. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure how Winter had been doing with all of that. It had become a sort of whirlwind after the sleepover and then when Mackenzie confessed her secret about Brody to Winter, all bets were called off. Two months without her best friend had been hard, and she had even missed Henry.
With her mind preoccupied, she had failed to hear the person calling out to her. And instead, continued on her trek into the cemetery. It was somewhat ironic though that the thing distracting her was about to be the thing that–
Before Mackenzie could go any further, she had noticed a bouquet, no, several bouquets of fake flowers coming her way, “Hey! What the fuck? Who threw those?!” Looking around, she finally realized what the woman had been trying to warn her about. With wide eyes, she slowly looked around to find more than enough transparent looking people staring back at her, and without any hesitation, the young zombie took off running further into the cemetery to get away from the spirits that were now chasing her.
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Lil sighed as the other wasn’t really paying attention to her as she tried to grab her attention, the ghosts rather pissed off at the intrusion of the corporeal in their space. Usually an upset ghost or two would be outmatched by the rest trying to calm them down but the teens this year had really messed up the balance.
So now the reaper had to step into the fray again. Calling out again to the other woman she yelled, “Ghost - Hey come back here. You’re about to enter a really bad time. - Fuck,” Lil managed before the flowers were thrown at her. “Hey Jean - that was fucked up and you know it. Come on man, you remember me. I’m the one with the brother - pink - okay - yeah they aren’t going to listen to me please come back over here Lady.” She said ducking behind a tree. “They are pissed today. I’m hoping you aren’t one of the people who has been trying to summon them yeah? ”
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Mackenzie frantically ran around the graveyard dodging headstones left and right, even managing to leap over a few like they were hurdles with a tuck and roll on occasion. She had trained for this for nearly all of her life, and it could have easily been something that looked like it was straight out of a movie. However, every hero must have their downfall, and Mack’s suddenly came as her toe caught on the top of a headstone; her dead body starting to tire out. As she went down, the ghost that had decided to try and scare her from the front had suddenly found itself in a new home – Mackenzie’s body.
Moaning, the twenty-five year old, slowly climbed back to her feet, but something was different. It felt…off. Mack didn’t feel like herself. In fact, this wasn’t Mack at all, “What…where…” The current inhabitant took control of Mack’s hands and began feeling all over. Legs, arms, torso, face…And soon they pulled out Mackenzie’s phone making an effort to find the camera. With selfie mode intact, they let out an excited scream, “I AM BEAUTIFUL!!!! Look at me?! Just look at me!!!” Without hesitating the ghost began snapping pictures of herself making duck lips and flirty eyes.
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Lil stalled realizing that the - “Oh fuck you weren’t human were you.” She climbed over to where the person who was absolutely being possessed now. She ducked trying to think of a plan. It usually didn’t happen like this, usually there was a struggle and a fight, which only meant that the Lady who had run in was probably not a human. Probably - it would come to her eventually. What mattered now was she had to get that ghost out of her.
Standing up and thinking Lil sighed and decided this might work. Pulling up her hair and trying to make herself look - less annoyed she ducked and did a double take going up to the woman.
Moving closer Lil put her hands behind her back smiling as she approached trying to get the ghost not to bolt possessing someone. “Hey - I know this is sudden but could I get your number, Gorgeous?” Lil said moving closer looking friendly. “I was just walking by and I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you. I’d really like to take you out on a date.”
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“Just call me Sarah from now on boys.” Sarah, with a very suppressed and struggling Mackenzie, turned off the phone and shoved it back in her pocket. As she walked forward, she made sure to keep a little wiggle in her step to impress all the other ghosties who were watching in awe of how she had so easily possessed Mackenzie in the first place. But the voice behind her, made Sarah jump.
Quickly turning on her heels, she noticed the shorter woman slowly approaching her. Sarah was cautious, her eyes narrowed. It was as if this…human? Had just appeared out of nowhere, but it didn’t take long for Sarah to realize she could now be seen. She was solid, after all, and wearing this meat suite meant she had a connection back to the human world. Which also meant she could have fun as long as she kept her new body in good condition, “Oh, really…you think I’m gorgeous? How come I’ve never seen you around here…” She kept her eyes trained on the woman, cautiously stepping backwards as Lil stepped forwards, however, unable to hide the smile spreading across her face.
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“Oh I’m new in town,” Lil said lightly, looking the other up and down promising she would absolutely say sorry to the person whose body this was. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind, as Lil was pretty sure she was older than her. “I’m actually an artist who’s just passing through town and I was just sketching over there.”
Lil pointed to a bench awhile away. “You looked really pretty standing in the moonlight so I had to come talk to you. Names Laura by the way. Sorry if my approach was too strong.” Lil said chuckling,holding her hands up to show she wasn’t going to move closer. “What’s your name Gorgeous? Why are you out here in a cemetery?”
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It was like having a front row seat to a trainwreck, and Mackenzie couldn’t stop watching. Whatever Sarah did or said, Mack did or said. And right now, Sarah was being oddly turned on by this stranger who was trying to act all coy and innocent. Oh come on. Do you really believe she’s telling the truth? You’re in my body…use my brain! I’ve been acting a lot longer. I actually know how all of this works, ya dipshit. Mackenzie wanted to growl in frustration, but couldn’t. Instead, all she could do was watch Sarah approach the stranger, err, “Laura…That’s a lovely name. My name’s Sarah.”
The ghost bit at her bottom lip, “You really think I’m pretty.” She kicked at some gravel, before looking back up. Her modest flirting game was strong. “Well, I was just drawn here…by the pull of…the spirits…” The pull of the spirits?! I would say fucking kill me, but I’m already dead. “They just had this…hold on me…you know?” Sarah continued to let Laura flatter her. “Do you think you could maybe draw me? Something like one of Jack’s French girls in Titanic?” You’re aging yourself, Sarah…
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“Aw you think?” Lil said, smiling brightly, and not at all like herself. She wasn’t a particularly strong actress, but she’d gotten out of enough trouble with police that she was good on the spot. Keeping her eyes on the ghost in the human she nodded. “Sarah - I like that. It’s a great name for you.”
Lil nodded softly not lowering her gaze, being more confident then she would actually be. “Yes you really are pretty.” The person was clearly was but well Lil was just trying to get her to come closer. She really didn’t like making personal statements like this usually.
“Oh? Spirits?” Lil said looking around like she didn’t see ghosts. “You think there are some here? I’ve always wanted to talk to one. Oh I understand I love spending time in cemeteries for the same thing.” Lil said looking sheepish as she lifted her hand to scratch her neck slightly wanting to see how Sarah would react. “ Oh - I mean I’d love to draw you.” Lil said, her eyes looking calmly at Sarah. “I - kinda left my sketch pad over there but um - maybe just a portrait for now?” Lil said with a wink. “I don’t know if I could quite paint you like one of Jack’s girls, but I’d like to do this at least.”
Lil watched hoping Sarah would come closer holding out her hand as if she was a little shy.
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Sarah had been a ghost since the 90s. For lack of a better term, she was horny. And if Laura needed some lovin’ in her life, then Sarah would be that - Dear God. Help me. Please help me. Somebody. Anybody! Can anybody hear- “Thank you. It’s like Sarah Jessica Parker, you know? She played this really hot witch in this movie, and I just think it’s so cool that my parents did something right.” She rolled her eyes laughing.
“Duh, I know there are spirits here. I can feel it, like, in my bones.” The more comfortable Sarah got, the closer she moved towards Laura. “Have you ever played with a Ouija Board? We could try that sometime.” Yeah, go ahead. Why don’t you tell her you’re a spirit! Let her know who you really are! Then maybe she can get- “But first, um, I would totally love to be drawn by you. I bet you’re so talented.”
Seeing Laura stick out her hand, Sarah reached out to grab it, “Then maybe we can get pizza and go back to your place?”
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“Oh yeah I think I’ve seen that,” Lil said pretending not knowing that movie as Sarah came closer she smiled encouragingly. “Oh really? Yeah - I did hear something about ghosts around here.” Lil hated Ouija Boards, but widened her eyes, “Oh no I haven’t - maybe we could do that later. If you think it won't be too scary. I know how I look but, I’m actually a scaredy cat.”
Jonas was absolutely going to lose it later, but she somehow managed to keep her composure as the ghost got close. Not wanting to scare the person the ghost was in she thought on her feet knowing she didn’t want to end up having to actually take Sarah to a secondary location. She was pretty sure the other was already scared.
So Lil took her hand gently and said softly, “Yeah that would be nice although I am staying in a hotel right now. Could you do a favor for me before though. Just a tiny one. You look really pretty in the moonlight and I want to take a picture. I think you’d be perfect for one of my pieces - It would only take a second.” Lil said, tilting her head innocently looking hopeful. “If you could stand still for me with your eyes closed, I think it would look just perfect.”
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“Really? Who’s your favorite character? Mine’s Sarah of course.” She giggled and let out a snort on accident when Laura mentioned ghosts. “You want to know a secret?” Oh seriously? You’re gonna listen to me? Go ahead. TELL HER what you are. Besides the aforementioned dipshit. I’m sure she’ll love hearing you’re a ghost. Dumbass. “I’m an expert at them. I’ll keep you safe.” Expert my possessed ass.
Sarah continued to move forward. At this point it was more of a shitshow than a horror show, and if Mackenzie could laugh, she would. But it was so odd. It was as if the longer this went on the weaker she could feel herself becoming, and she didn’t like it. But she could tell that this Laura person had a plan. She had been warning Mack not to go into the cemetery after all. Sarah just needed to keep believing the lie.
Following Laura’s lead, Sarah stepped forward, “I mean lots of things happen in hotels. Doesn’t mean it’s bad.” She wiggled her eyebrows hoping Laura caught on. Like OMG, gag me with a spoon and then shove it down my throat the rest of the way. God, I wish I could roll my eyes right now. Stupid ghost. “Totally.” Once she was in the perfect spot, she wiggled just a little getting comfortable, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Like this?”
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“Sarah Jessica Parkers Character” Lil said lightly hoping that the ghost wasn’t really going to push her on that. “Oh yeah I love secrets,” Lil said with a smile leaning in and nodding. “Okay. I mean I don’t have a reason to think you're not an expert.”
Lil internally was happy that the ghost fell for it, hoping not to scare the girl who might be watching as she slipped her hand out of hers and nodded. “Oh - Fantastic. I’m sure you’re going to love the piece.” She grabbed her phone out of her bag palming the small bag of salt she needed in her other hand easily.
“Yes, perfect. Hold still, Gorgeous,” Lil said softly, her hand getting out salt as she slowly went around her making sure not to touch the other. “Perfect. Just perfect.” She said the line was closing as she stepped back.
“Okay you can open your eyes now - although you might want to keep them closed.” Lil said as she grabbed onto her necklace her voice going back to her normal register as she dropped the act. “Sorry, Sarah. I know what you are and you can’t stay in that body.”
Lil was a little sorry at least, but not enough to not exorcize the ghost to give the other back her body. “I’m just going to push you out okay? You can try to go on peacefully after this. Now don’t move or the salt might be uncomfortable.”
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Sarah absolutely loved this new life she was living. She had found a hot girl in 0.2 seconds of being in some random hot girl’s body. That hot girl has a name, and it’s MACKENZIE. Bitch. She was going to be the muse to someone’s masterpiece and even star in her own photoshoot. And as she stood with her eyes closed, she continued to listen to Laura’s instructions until she realized the tone of her voice had changed.
Quickly opening her eyes, Sarah looked down to find the salt circle, “What the fuck?! YOU BITCH! You lied to me?! I thought we had something special! I was going to rock your world!” Yeah, more like she rocked yours…with rock salt. But enough with the chit-chat, can you please just get this thing out of me!? I’m getting so tired.
Ignoring the warning about the salt, Sarah headed straight towards the drawn out circle, until she felt a strong barrier send her backwards, and one that Mackenzie had felt too. Fuck me! Uh, let's not do that again! Please! “Why are you doing this to me? It’s not like I’m hurting anybody! Besides, I deserve to have a body too!”
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“Yeah, I did. Sorry about that. I’m sure it would be fun, but what can I say I don’t like spectators. Bum bum tiss,” Lil said, going to sit down in front of the circle. She looked a little concerned as the ghost tried to pass through the salt. Starting to murmur the ritual of removal she started to ignore the other as the words started her hand on her necklace, the locket smooth in her hand.
She would respond, telling her that she wasn’t trying to be mean. She just knew that the girl that body deserved to have a body too. It was as simple as that. Honestly, she wished she couldn’t hear ghosts in bodies too. It always seemed to make this more complicated than when she couldn’t hear them. Closing her eyes she continued her hand on the ground as she did so her voice getting a little louder when she finished the chant standing up.
Surging forward she went to make sure the girl didn’t move. “Hey - hey Lady. Don’t move okay? From the circle until I get a pouch out of my pocket. You’re not human right? You’re uh one of them - undead?” Lil said, trying to figure out the word as she went to her pocket. “Ghosts really like your kind and you have to be careful. I have a pouch of a thing that will help you not get possessed again, it won’t be for long but it’ll get you out of here. Also - names Lil. Sarah’s going to be pissed but she can’t possess you again if you keep this bag with you leaving.”
Moving her hand to the bag Lil murmured a ritual the feeling of a ritual jolting through her hand as she got it the other. She could also sense that Sarah was right there pissed, but she couldn’t hear her anymore.
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Hearing the chant, Sarah could feel herself getting weaker. She didn’t like it. She liked having a hold over this human’s body; though she didn’t enjoy the smell of rotting flesh that she caught a whiff of every now and then. But the woman was still hot and would have made Sarah an absolute babe back when she had still been alive. And as much as she wanted to protest it all, she just didn’t have the strength.
But on the flip side, Mackenzie could feel herself getting stronger. It was nice starting to have her decaying body back. And the closer she got to being herself again, the better she was able to listen to, “It’s nice to meet you, Lil. Officially and not via Sarah. I’m Mackenzie.” At this point she didn’t care if Lil knew her secret. The woman had helped to save her from disappearing, and the most she could do was oblige in what was being asked of her, “Yeah, zombie. And I will gladly stay here, until it’s safe to go.”
Looking around, she could see the other members of the cemetery keeping their distance. And once Mack was free to leave, she’d be moving a little bit faster than how she had entered.
When Lil was finished, Mackenzie looked down to see the bag, “I’d say you’re a lifesaver, but you know.” She laughed softly.
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Lil chuckled at that, “Nice to meet you Mackenzie. And that��s what it is - yeah you should be careful around ghosts.” She now recalled her dad’s information on that, and while he was annoying he usually wasn’t wrong about things like this.
Giving the pouch she let go of the other letting her stand up and situate herself a smile on her face. “Hey, no worries. Also - I am sorry I was flirting, I just didn’t want to freak you out by you know grabbing you. I hope you’re not insulted. Let's get out of here before I have to exorcize a whole cemetery.``
Lil looped her bag back onto her shoulder, and ignored Sarah who was in fact still trying to get her attention as she nodded towards the exit. “Just keep that pouch in your hand and - well I hope next time we meet you aren’t possessed.”
#para: Mack#all that is shown to me; paras#rip to sarah you were funny#this was a lot of fun to do thank u Sunny#Lil: I can flirt my way out of this I know I can
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