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accihoe · 7 months

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Meeting The Family

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Turn of events, and Bucky is home after the war. He gets to meet Y/N's family, which happens to be his healing.

Warnings: none? Idk Lmk if there's any upsetting stuff that I didn't mention.

A/n: As always, please don't steal my work. Y'all have a nice day now. God bless.

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"Honey, I'm just popping down to the store for extra candles before my family arrives." Y/N tells her husband. Oh, right, her family is going to be in their home for two. Weeks. James remembers. And not even a small fraction of them.

"Alright, dollface. I'll be here." Bucky answers. Y/N kisses his cheek before leaving. Once she's back, Bucky is stuck between wearing the brown or the green tie. Y/N stands in the bedroom doorframe with a smile, watching her husband get frustrated at the ties. "The brown one is lovely. But green is my father's favorite color." She says.

Bucky decides on the green one with a smile. "You're positive they'll like me?" He asks, going to her. "Buck, I'm positive. Besides, if they want to stay here they'll have to like you." She says. Bucky chuckles. "I still don't know where everyone's going to sleep." Bucky says. "We'll figure that out when they arrive.".

Low and behold, when the family arrives, they're even more than what he expected. Kids, babies, teenagers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and parents. He stands shyly in the corner as they pile into him and his wife's newly bought lakehouse. Y/N decided that James needed a spot to recover after the war. He didn't mind living on the streets as long as she was by his side.

"Alright everybody gather round then you can go pick your rooms." Y/N claps her hands. Bucky's own hands get sweaty, and his stomach churns as all the people turn towards him. He takes ahold of Y/N's skirt and fiddles with it. "This," she takes ahold of Bucky, "is my husband. James.". Bucky's cheeks flush as they clap hands, and some males wolf whistle.

The people then scurry off to find a sleeping place. "And? By the way, this isn't even half, or a quarter of them." Y/N grins, hugging her husband tightly. "There's so many of them. Very loud. But I like them." Y/N laughs at her husband and kisses his cheek. In half an hour's time, the sleeping arrangements are sorted, and lots of the family have gone down to the lake.

"Think we should join them at some point, love." Y/N says as she finishes cutting the last slice of carrot for the copper penny salad. "I uh.. what about my scars, honey? Won't they upset the children?" Bucky asks. Y/N turns to him, and her heart aches for him. "Jamie," she takes his hands into hers, "no. They will not. They might ask questions, especially the adults, so be prepared. But I'll be there all the way.". Bucky smiles in relief and leans down to give his wife a sweet kiss.

After a while, Y/N and James join the members at the dam, giving James a chance to meet and greet those who aren't in the water. He looks dashing in his swim trunks and his terry cloth shirt (long sleeved to cover the arm). Once he's greeted all those on land, he stands on one side as Y/N chats to someone he assumes is her cousin.

"Hey, what you waiting for, my love? Go swim." Y/N startles James slightly, which makes her giggle, but her heart aches at the same time for him. "I don't feel like it sweets." He tries to lie, but Y/N gives him a pointed look. "Come on, my darling. Join me, please? I promise I'll make it worth your while." Y/N pleads, batting her lashes at Bucky.

Bucky put chuckles and nods, taking her hand. "Alright. Let's go.". At dinner time, after James said Grace, the family is all together (those who are there) and asking him questions. Bucky finds himself happier with each question asked. Although the war topic stings, their genuine care and respect, especially for those lost at war, soothes the sting when they ask questions related.

At the end of the night, as Bucky lays next to his wife in a spot he'd never thought he'd sleep in his own house, he feels contentment. "I like your family a lot." He whispers. "That's great, because they love you." She whispers back. "Perhaps we should have waited a while before marryin'. We could have had the fam there too." Bucky whispers. "We have them here now." Y/N says, kissing her husband's nose, that is tinted red from the sun.

"Would you do that thing you do, doll, where you tickle me a bear or something?" Bucky asks. Y/N giggles quietly, and to James's surprise, reaches for his left arm instead. Y/N traces her finger around his palm, saying some things Bucky can't hear over the pounding of his heart.

Y/N notices his discomfort and gets his attention by bringing the silver knuckles to her lips and kissing each one of them. Bucky's lips part in surprise. "When I say that I love you, I mean that about every inch of you." Y/N whispers. Before she knows it, her husband is pulling her into a tight hug and kissing feather light kisses all over her face.

Once they pull apart, Y/N cups James's cheek, swiping away a wet trail with her thumb. "Welcome to the family, honey.".

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Fin. As literally every other BB works, I want to make this a series. Should I?

#bucky barnes drabble #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes angst #40s!bucky

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theshifterbear · 3 months

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Cabins & Powers - Percy Jackson dr

These cabins aren't in order so please don't yell at me. Hestia is the #1 cabin tho.

Hestia - Induce serenity, the ability to conjure up food, doesn't get burned by fire

Zeus - Electrokinesis, nephelokinesis (clouds), ornithokinesis, can sense/predict the weather, whatever else Thalia or Jason can do

Hera - unknown cause she's childless with her bitch ass 🖕🏾

Poseidon (his name is spelled weird) - y'all know what the fuck is going on. Percy mf Jackson already made sure y'all know. Big waves big motion 🌊

Hades - Y'all know how Nico gets down. (This is me saying that he has a lot of powers and I wasn't able to script all that shit. I'm only just a girl)

Athena - Annabeth made sure you know what the Athena kids got. They hardly had anything good on fandom. Com so I just scripted capable to see through owls or serpents eyes and audiokinesis.

Ares - Control over weapons, can summon armor at will, Necromancy (limited to death to warfare), communicate with pigs/boars and vultures, can adapt to fighting styles faster then most Half-Bloods

Apollo - can touch a person and know their body is in (can use this to know their heart rate or blood type), can sing greek songs to inflict pain (depending on the song different things happen), can curse people to rhyme or constantly singing, can create shock waves, heliokinesis, can tell what certain light waves are, great healers, heal faster than most half-bloods

Demeter - Chlorokinesis, immune to poisonous plants, limited control over the climate, control over framing tools (kinda a boring power till they got a bronze rake), control over dead animals bones (Dinosaurs, mammoths, and dodo birds)

Hermes - Can steal anything without getting caught, faster than most Half-bloods, can sense traps, can understand all languages, can talk to snakes

Hephaestus - Technokinesis, pyrokinesis (rare(😏)), can create anything, manipulate smoke

Artemis - those hunters can beat your ass

Aphrodite - Can control make-up, perfume, clothing, and jewelry, can influence the feeling of love. can change hair color and eye color, can communicate with doves, geese, ducks, dolphins, and swans, (very rare) charm speak, enhanced eyesight and hearing

Dionysus - Can make alcohol out of nothing, can control vines and orchards, can control tigers and panthers

Hecate - Mystiokinesis, can make an animal their familiar, communicate with crows and ravens, can enchant objects

Iris - Have the ability to conjure a large orb made of pure rainbows around an opponent. The orb would successfully imprison an opponent for a short time. The orb is quite durable, but could be broken through with sufficient force. The orb cannot be teleported out of. The target cannot be attacked while the orb is in place, so the power is purely defensive. (Limited), can manifest wings, have the ability to focus an intense beam of prismatic light which will burn anything it touches, can use rainbows to show them directions, and can generate rainbows and colors.

Hypnos - Can induce sleep on anyone, manipulate dreams, can wake themselves up at will, cure insomnia

Nemesis - Can summon vengeful spirits to aid, can tell when someone's cheating, combat style mimicry, can bounce back power attacks, can see someone's weak spot

Nike - superspeed, can summon Nikes warriors, control Kinetic energy

Achlys - Can sense and follow poison, can make poison, immune by posion, can breath out poisonous gas

Aeolus - Control wind, can hold their breath for long periods of time, can hear anything the wind carries, can use the air to slice things

Hebe - Can curse people/things to age backwards or forwards for a limited time, can make ambrosia out of nothing.

Tyche - Universal luck

Aetna - Can turns things to stone. Must be touching it (Limited. Only last for about 30 minutes but the stronger the being less amount of time). Have Ash Manipulation or the user can generate and manipulate ash, defined as the solid remains of fires which, as already burnt matter, cannot be burned again. Can generate and manipulate liquid fire.

As you can see I might have gone overboard. Tyche children are the only ones with only one power cause I got lazy.

Master list

#pjo dr #pjo shifting #percy jackson dr #percy jackson shifting #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting #reality shift #desired reality #shifter #black shifters #shifting community #shiftblr #shifting to pjo

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ornii · 1 year

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My Better Bitter Half, Part 10

Chapter 10: Dance Dance!

“Dr. Kinbott tells me I should get out more. Says I need to open my mind to new people and experiences. Who am I to argue with her professional clichés?”

The Jericho Morgue houses the corpses of those lost in the town. The security system was tough but, effortlessly disposed of by black gum. Thing coats it, which allows the twins to sneak in undetected by the Camera. They slip into the Morgues chambers and Wednesday turns to her brother as they approach the containers.

“While I do the autopsy, you find the files of the monster's other victims and make copies.”

“Seriously?” (Y/n) said.

“Don't pout. Your scalpel skills are questionable. Do you remember my 13th birthday, when Uncle Fester gave me that cadaver?”

“First of it, our 13th birthday. And no I don’t.”

“You sliced right through that man's carotid.” She said, he scoffs.

“Because you decided to steal my embalming tools. But fine, I’ll make sure we get what we need.” (Y/n) walks into the other room across the hall. The twins separate and begin preparations, (Y/n) and Thing head inside the office and search cabinets for the lastest date. Finding one a day or two ago of this year, he grabs what he can and begins to print it off. He checks the papers and an odd coincidence begins to form.

“Lost hand… head? Eyeball?… they all seem to have some form of dismemberment.. but why would a wild monster do that?” He says, he finishes the printing just in time for car lights to catch his eye. He dashed into the autopsy room.

“Wednesday! Someone’s here!” He yells

“Calm down. Who's coming?” She said, the twins come up with a plan and execute it. The Sheriff and the Doctor who oversees autopsies enter

“Appreciate you coming back to the office, Doc.”

“No problem, Sheriff. Whatever I can do to help. Whatever or whoever is responsible for these killings... In all my years, I've never seen injuries like them. I thought you should see this before I issued my report on the latest victim. It's a real noodle-scratcher. The killer cut off two toes from the victim's left foot. Best guess, they used a surgical saw. The final autopsy report's still pending.”

“Minute you're done, send it straight to my desk.” The sheriff responds.

“Happy retirement, Doc.” The sheriff leaves as the doctor nods. He turns and notices on the table, a covered body. He approaches and pulls back the cover to (Y/n), dead. The doctor sighs. He pulls further back to see his body, with off scars and bruises, many healed.

“Hm.. many broken bones, scars.. you went though a lot. I suppose you can wait—“ he notices a chill in the air, and looks to the fridges As one is open, the slowly walks over towards it. He opens it and pulls the corpse back, and it’s Wednesday.

“I don't remember this one coming in. Full rigor. You've been dead a while. Guess you won't mind waiting another day for me to cut you open.” He smiles and locks her inside, and finally takes his leave. Thing, hiding in the fake skull pops out and heads to Wednesday. He pulls her from the fridge.

“Five more minutes. I was just getting comfortable.” She says, Thing angrily prances around, and Wednesday rolls her undead eyes.

“Fine. You know he won’t stay dead.” She says and gets out of the fridge and approaches her brothers corpse. She calmly looks over him.

“My Brother, for all his dreadful Traits, is annoyingly resilient. He’s cheated death more times than one can count, and his ability to seemingly resurrect himself from death is impressive, so long as he can get a jumpstart.” Wednesday thinks, and a small creepy smirk creeps along her face as she draws a taser.

“Luckily, I have just the thing.” She jams the taser into his chest, shooting lighting though him, and like Frankenstien, he rose up gasping for air. The once dead look in his eyes was full of life now.

“Never… Again.” He says growling.

“Not unless I want to, now put your clothes on.” She said, leaving the Morgue, (Y/n) grumbled as he stood off the table and grabbed his clothes in the corner.

The next morning, Wednesday had the files; everything printed out upon a plaster, analyzing the information, Enid approached, obviously concerned.

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover, I did not have Ted Bundy's Pinterest in mind.”

“Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.”

“Is this why you snuck out last night?” Enid asks. L

“My Brother and I made an unsanctioned trip to the morgue to copy the files of the monster's victims.”

“Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement, I don't know where to begin.”

“I need to get inside its head. Discover any patterns or anomalies. I've already made a big discovery. Turns out all of the monster's victims have had body parts surgically removed. The first one a kidney, the second a finger...” Wednesday shows Enid the graphic photos.

“Wednesday, I don't feel...”

“Third a gall bladder. And the bearded man from the meeting house, two toes. Do you understand what this means? These murders aren't mindless. He's collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It's impressive, actually.—“ Wednesday hears a thud, and she turns around to Enid on the floor. Suddenly, (Y/n) enters with his backpack.

“Enid, Wednesday, Pardon the intrusion I found—“ (Y/n) stops talking as he sees Enid on the floor.

“… what did you do?” (Y/n) asks In his sister’s deadpanned voice

“I did not do anything to your pet.” Wednesday said.

“I Did nOt dO aNyThInG—“ (Y/n) says mocking his sister. “If you were literally anyone else I’d believe that.” He says, he kneels down at Enid and picks her up.

“Fetch the smelling salts, she’s going to be late for class.” He says and walks to her side of the Dorm. Wednesday stares with an off sensation, another girl has her older brothers attention besides Her, perhaps this is what we call, Jealousy.

In Ms Thornhills Herbology Class, the lesson continues as planned. Thornhill showing off a particularly evil looking plant.

“While most plants reward their pollinators with sweet nectar, many carnivorous varieties turn to sеxual trickery or deception. The orchid produces a pheromone that mimics a female insect, luring the males in. Now, once the plant is pollinated, what do the male insects get in exchange?”

“Nada. Just like all the guys at the Rave'N.” Bianca says out loud, which gets a few laughs from the student body.

“Okay, okay. I know you're all excited about Saturday, which is why I haven't assigned any homework. But I do still need volunteers for the decorating committee. Anyone interested, come and see me up here.” Thornhill says, Xavier turns to Wednesday.

“You're not gonna volunteer? Aren't you pumped about disco balls and spiked punch?There's even a DJ. MC Blood Suckaz.”

“I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. I'll probably do that anyway.”

“Or you could invite someone and have a little fun.” Xavier replies, he gets up to leave and Wednesday can notice his lack of limber, something is wrong.

Inside the local Coffee spot, (Y/n) sat gingerly, reading the Autopsy reports.

“Severed Limbs and Organs, none the same.. like they’re building a.. body.” (Y/n) begins to piece everything together. His eyes catch from the corner, his Sister and Enid walking past, going somewhere. “Hmm..” he said, but didn’t think too much of it, as he begins to wrap up, Enid enters and spots him.

“(Y/n)!” She says walking over so giddy. (Y/n) prepares mentally for what he’s about to hear. And hides the autopsy reports.

“Enid… how are you?”

“It’s going to such a Hot girl summer!”

“It’s.. August..” he replies, She scoffs and sits next to him, getting a bit close to him, the sudden flourish of blonde hair and beauty in his face cause him to be a bit lost for words.

“Okay.. what is it?” He says, and she grabs his hand to share her excitement.

“Your sister is going to The Rav’N!” She says, which makes (Y/n) stare for a moment in literal disbelief.

“You… you mean Wednesday, right?”

“Duh, who else?”

“… We’re talking about the same person right? She isn’t the social butterfly, more like a death hornet.. that’s besides the point who would go out with my sister?”

“Well wouldn’t you?” Enid asks, which just confuses him even more.

“You’d take your sister to the dance, because that’s what family is for. Plus she’s going with Xavier anyway, so I was going to help her Shop but she doesn’t need it.” Enid explains.

“Well.. what about you?” (Y/n) asks, and She sighs.

“Ajax and I aren’t.. working out.” She admits; which was a good thing from (Y/n).

“Well… I can offer a counter suggestion.” (Y/n) said, but their conversation was interrupted by a young man, who approached.

“Is it okay if I talk to Enid?” He asks, and (Y/n) immediately cuts him off

“Anything you can say, you can say to me as well.” He said, the man awkwardly sat across from them

“Thanks. I'm—“

“Lucas Walker, mayor's son. Recently split from cheer captain, Chrissy Smothers. Cute brunette who needs to rethink her spray tan.” Enid said

“That's kinda scary.”

“I think it’s pretty cool.” (Y/n) chimes in.

“I have a nose for gossip and I follow half your grade on TikTok. Also my roommate scares you.”

“Wednesday Addams is your roommate? And you—“

“The bother.” (Y/n) says, and Lucas awkwardly nods

“The resemblance is—“ he begins.

“Off putting? Uncanny? Absolutely Terrifying?” (Y/n) says, staring right into Lucas’ eyes. Lucas tries not to look into the eyes of the abyss.

“Sure is. I know this isn't a random encounter. So, why are you sitting here, Lucas Walker?

You must want something.” Enid asks.

“I've got a friend who works at Hawte Kewture.

She overheard you're on the hunt for a date to the Rave'N. Maybe we can help each other out.” Lucas begins, (Y/n) realizes what’s about to happen, and takes the biggest leap in his life, he puts his hand on Enids and she looks a bit, taken aback.

“Apologies, but I’m taking this lovely Wolf out on the Rav’N.” He says, with a growing confidence, he turns to Enid who was getting more and more red.

“Y-yeah, I’d like to go with you too…” Enid could barely form a coherent sentence, (Y/n) turns to Lucas.

“Apologies, but it’s a no.”

“That’s fine, I have another plan. The relationship between Nevermore and Jericho is.. not the best, so if it’s cool with you, can we bring a few Jericho students to the dance? A show of good faith.” Lucas asks, (Y/n) and Enid share a glance.

Later in the day, the twins look at The Billboard Wednesday put together. This time inside the Bee hive.

“But why Dismemberment?” Wednesday asks.

“I’ve yet to figure that out either Wednesday.. but the cuts were clean, no monster could do something that complicated…”

“So we’re dealing with a Serial Killer… but no motive.

“It’s possible, no motive as you said, the victims seem sporadic. No connecting traits, attributes…” (Y/n) rubs his chin, and Wednesday taps her foot. Eugene enters the Bee hive.

“Enid wouldn't let me keep this in our dorm.” Wednesday said.

“No worries. Mi colmena es su colmena. I assume this is the creature that's been rampaging in the woods.”

“You've heard about it before?” (Y/n) and Wednesday ask.

“Rumors. Mr. Fitts banned me from bug-hunting until further notice. Claimed a bear was on the loose, which I knew was a lie. Didn't match their hibernation schedules. Speaking of monsters with sharp claws, could you give this to your roomie?” Eugene shows her a letter, (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“Put in a good word for me? I hear she's still sans date for the Rave'N.” Eugene says.

“Sorry to Break your heart..” (Y/n) said, “Enid and I are going together.” (Y/n) said, and Wednesdays attention turns to her brother.

“You didn’t inform me of this.”

“Because I didn’t have to?” (Y/n) said, “I dork have to inform you what I’m doing, you never told me you were going with Xavier.”

“That was a preservation of my status, I couldn’t let him know I was on to him. You are taking Enid on some fabricated “Date.” For no reason; it’s counter productive.

“You think everyone and everything that doesn’t work for you is counterproductive.”

Because Brother, We're original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don't need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are.” Wednesday said.

“So you're not going to the Rave'N with Xavier?” He asks smugly, She glares at him as Eugene slowly backs away.

“It's not like I like Xavier. I just have ulterior motives. Sketches are the closest thing I have to a lead to try and stop this thing.” She says, the twins turn back to the board.

“These drawings are… odd. I’ve known Xavier, but his artistic skill eludes me.” (Y/n) said.

“That circle...I think I know where that is.” Eugene pipes up, the Twins turn to him.

“Show us.”

Eugene takes the twins deep into the forest, and specifically to a cave with the same spiraling formation seen. They look at the drawing and confirm.

“It Matches..What were you doing out here?” Wednesday asks Eugene.

“Collecting specimens. This place is ground zero for hоrny gypsy moths…You think it's in there?”

“Only one way to find out.” (Y/n) walks forward first, slowly peering into the darkness of the cave.

“I'm not a huge fan of enclosed spaces. I'm claustrophobic…” Eugene backs away, and Wednesday follows her brother.

“If you hear me screaming bloody murder, there's a good chance I'm just enjoying myself.” She says, before heading inside. She creeps in and finds (Y/n) kneeling at something, looking at the ground. It’s deeply scared for rock. “This is definitely its lair, the claw marks on the ground suggest it holes itself inside.” (Y/n) explains. He shows his sister a bone.

“Venison…”

“Nothing human… It doesn’t eat them.” He says, from the corner of his eye he sees Wednesday pick up a claw.

“What is that?”

“Concrete proof. I just need to find something to match against the claw's DNA.”

“And I assume you have a suspect..”

Night falls, and it was the perfect moonlight for the Rav’N. Tyler and Enid accidentally bump into each other.

“My bad, i was waiting for Wednesday.”

“I’m waiting for (Y/n).” Enid replies, the two didn’t have to wait long, they soon looked upward to the stairs and the twins descend, Wednesday in a gorgeous black Aliana dress, adorned with jewelers to boot. Her brother matching Black pinstripe suit, gothic tailcoat and blood red vest and brooch to combo. They descend down and the two are at a loss for words.

“Wow, you look...” Tyler begins

“Unrecognizable? Ridiculous? A classic example of female objectification for the male gaze?” Wednesday says, (Y/n) scoffs.

“Ignore her pestering. She’s just being stubborn.” (Y/n) says, and looks at Enid.

(This woman has no Right being this beautiful someone help me—)

“Enid how are—“ He said, getting a much closer look at her, absolutely taken aback by her beauty. The fluent fur dress, the perfectly pink hair and her adorable smile.

“You… you look..” he says, but she grabs his hand smiling.

“You look great! Cmon we have to show you off!” Enid happily takes him away as he grins ear to ear, leaving Tyler and Wednesday alone. Enid shows (Y/n) the theme, which was mostly white.

“Is that an abominable snowman?” He asks, looking at the statue.

“(Y/n)! You can't say that, it's offensive! The correct name is Yeti.” Enid said.

“Uh.. okay? They've been extinct since the 1950s. I doubt they’d want to draw and quarter me for it.”

“Ms. Thornhill chaired the dance committee this year. She wanted the Rave'N to feel relevant. So our theme is climate crisis meets extinction event. But in a fun way!” Enid explains

“Oh, so Hell frozen over.” He says, he looks at her with a soft smirk.

“A fitting theme.”

“Enid?” A voice called out, the two turn to see Ajax with his date.

“I thought that was you. Is that your date?” He asks. And Enid sternly grabs (Y/n)‘s arm..

“Yes, and he's having the best time with me.’We are both loving this dance... together.” She says

“Sweet.” Ajax murmurs before leaving. (Y/n) turns to Enid, and notices her dismayed face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, she snaps out of it and nods.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine! I’ll go get us punch.” Enid awkwardly scampers over to Wednesday.

“Hey, Interesting choice of date.” Enid says, peering over to Tyler.

“I could say the same.” Wednesday replies, Enid couldn’t hide her blush.

“Your brothers great! He’s just like you… Look, at first I thought it was a good idea since I'm trying to make Ajax jealous. But now, i realize your brother is, like the perfect present wrapped up in a box!”

“Or a casket..” Wednesday replies, and Enid laughs. “As much joy as i find out of the pain and suffering he endures, I’d be a “Bad sister.” If I allowed you to toy with his heart.” She said, and Enid nods.

“You’re right, Everything he does for me, I can’t do him like that! Alright! Cmon, at least have some fun!” She says and Leads Wednesday away, the party continues, until a certain song begins to play

When the sun goes down And the moon comes up.

Goo Goo Muck By the Cramps begins to play, and Wednesday, for her all gothic melodramatic attitude, begins her own off putting dance.,

 I turn into a teenage goo goo muck

 Yeah, I cruise through the city And I roam the streets

 Looking for something That is nice to eat

You better duck

 When I show up

 The goo goo muck

 I'm the night headhunter Looking for some head

 With a way-out body Underneath that head

 Yeah, I'll get you, baby With a little luck

 'Cause I'm a teenage tiger And a goo goo muck

 You better duck

 When I show up

 The goo goo muck

(Y/n) and Enid dance together, elated, his eyes waver only for a moment to see his sister, somewhat enjoying herself, which brings a bit of joy to himself.

Most have calmed down after the dance, and Wednesday exits the dance floor to the side rooms, as Bianca sits

“Whoever invented high heels clearly had a side hustle as a torturer.”

“As my dear mother always says, "Fire tests gold, suffering tests a woman." Bianca said

“Speaking of suffering, where's your date? I didn't see you and Xavier on the dance floor.”

“We had a little tiff. About you, actually.

You don't know what it's like.”

“Being beautiful and popular?”

“Never knowing people's true feelings. If someone likes me for me.”

“What about your amulet?”

“It's not foolproof. It's a mild prophylactic, so to speak. That's why Xavier broke up with me.

He could never fully trust me. The worst part is I could never trust his feelings either. I never knew if they were real or not. You're lucky.You don't care what people think of you.”

“Honestly, I wish I cared a little more…” Wednesday replies, “My brother is the sympathetic one.

“He also has quite the looks..” Bianca chimes in.

“I can barely handle Enid drooling over him I don’t need another. His happiness makes me life sick.”

“I’m just saying your brother is.. a thriller.” Bianca says, and if on queue, a familiar song begins to play. (Y/n)s body moves almost like a zombie, perfectly mimicking a dance

It's close to midnight

And something evil's lurking in the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between the eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller, thriller night

You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight, yeah

Ooh, ooh

You hear the door slam

And realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

And hope that this is just imagination

Girl, but all the while

You hear a creature creepin' up behind

You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night!

There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl

Thriller, thriller night

You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Students begin to chime in, dancing as well, like an army of the undead. A hallowing voice begins to speak, emulating though the world as the song reaches its climax, (Y/n) drops down, slowly crawling towards Enid, like a zombie, until he gets on one knee, and takes her hand, looking lovingly into her eyes.

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grizzly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller!

(Y/n) slowly stood up, and took Enids hands, looking into her eyes, and for a moment.

“Enid.. I—“ he says stammering, but she takes the moment for herself, because this is her moment and she gives him the softest kiss on the lips. (Y/n) stares in disbelief.

“I’m sorry!” Enid begins “I wanted to make Ajax jealous cause I knew he’d be coming here with another girl, but I couldn’t do that to you. And Wednesday talked me into telling you the truth and I just can’t lie anymore.. do you, forgive me?” She asks, he continues to stare, before his hands awkwardly wrap around her.

“I do… it’s just..” he lets go, and tries to speak, before noticing something, red.

“Enid? Are you okay? You’re blessing.”

“What?” Enid feels something rush down here face as she sees red. Soon the room begins to pour red, seemingly blood, which grossly stains the white themed party. (y/n) looks around At everyone panicking, and Enid spots Lucas leaving and follows.

“Enid? Enid!” He says, “They couldn't even spring for real pigs' blood. It's only paint.” He turns to his sister, who’s smirking.

“…. Wednesday..” he says.

“No. I had nothing to do with this.” She says

“This time, I actually believe you.. give me a moment.” He walks off to chase after Enid, as she spots Lucas with other Jericho boys, laughing as they poured the red ink into the schools water supply.

“You did this?” Enid said, holding back tears, “I can't believe I fell for your crap. Enid, after Crackstone's statue... I thought you were different.”

The Malicious laughter of the boys echo in the night, “Wolf out! Wolf out! Wolf out!” They chant, before (Y/n) exits. He see Enid on the verge of tears and the bullying monsters, he storms over.

“Get away from her, now.” He says, Lucas looks around, seeing the situation slowly rise in tension, the three other boys surround (Y/n).

“Or what? You gonna cry to your Mommy? Freak.”

“I bet his moms an ugly ghoul or something.”

“Ha! Is he right? I bet your dad is just as gross.”

“You’re gonna look like it when we’re through with you.”

(Y/n) said nothing for the moment. He calmly took the blood on his face and combed his hair back with it.

“You are Hopelessly outnumbered..” he says, the boys chuckle.

“Really? Just you, Asshat.”

“No, it isn’t.” He takes a deep breath, and looks down. They look down as well, as if the bowels of hell opened up, glowing hands slowly begin to erupt from the ground, swiping at boys. They scream and scamper about to abound being dragged to hell. But hands grab them, ghosts and ghouls alike hold them in place, ready to drag them to the underworld. (Y/n) calmly turns to Lucas.

“Take your friends, and never come back here. Or I will drag you to hell personally.” With a snap of his fingers, the hands let them go and scurry off. He looks down at the hands.

“I thank you for your assistance, and yours mister Poe.” He says to a ghostly man. Who resembles the fallen poet, he nods

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary” the ghost says.

“... Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.” (Y/n) replies, and the ghosts fade. (Y/n) turns to Enid and rushes to her side.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and she hugs him with no hesitation. He gladly accepts her affection, until her claws accidentally come out, poking his back

“Ow ow Enid! Claws!” He says and she lets go.

“I’m sorry! Sorry..” the two stand there, “I.. I’ve never gotten this far with a woman.” He admits. “What is, the next step?” He asks

“Oh. We should, uh...We should probably take it slow.” Enid says, and offers her hand, and he holds it.

“I can do.. slow.” He says with a smile, it quickly fades though, as Bianca comes in, spotting him.

“(Y/n)!” She says

“Yes? We Found the fools behind the prank..”

“No it’s not that!”

“What is it?”

“It’s your sister.. and Eugene.”

#netflix #wednesday #male reader #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x male reader #enid is too pure #siblings #twins #the addams family #mybitterhalf

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suiana · 1 year

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Tw: rape, assault, a gun, fighting, yelling, and just overall a traumatic experience

Oh by the way all the diologs are translated from Spanish :]

Ok it was a normal tuesday, I was happily at work fixing up a small gift of flowers we weren't gonna use , and give it to someone v e r y special when all of a sudden, 3 men come RUSHING into the store.

I of course get starteled and let out a yelp. Then they hear me and start trying to make small talk with me all about how "The plushes and whatches here are so expensive that they probably cost half your salary!"

Cue weird ass laughter from them.

So I'm starting to get really uncomfortable because I was alone with these weird people. That's when the first one breaks and gets a (fake) lilac tulip from the gift I had almost finished.

He asks me "How much for this?"

To which I tell him "Oh these flowers are not for sale, they are apart of an arreglo for someone"

He gets visibly frustrated and says "Well I want it so how much for it"

I state again "It is not for sale sir, so please choose something else"

He then tells me "I want the flower and your number"

The others chime in saying stuff like "You're so lucky he likes you" "She's so cute we could just take her out right how" "She seems really weak" "she won't put up a fight"

I begin to become a bit afraid so I write down my old number (that's no longer in use) on one of the buisness cards we have on display at the front desk to slide to him and procede tell them "If you're not going to buy something that is for sale or place an order please leave sir"

The man then takes the card, shoves it in his pocket, and walks around the desk to my side. Keep in mind thoughout all of this I have a pair of scissors at arms reach and a pen in my hand.

He yanks me by my hair and covers my mouth, and begins undoing his pants while the other two guys start to grab some stuff.

I let out a blood curduling scream and start trying to fight back, but it all happened so fast that before I knew it he was moving onto my shirt trying to cut it open with a little navajita that he had. He did manage to rip it half way and cut me a little in the process

I stab his arm with the pen and rush to grab the scissors. He grabs his arm and yells to the men to get me.

They had their hands full with stuff so they (thankfully) couldn't grab me then and there.

I run out to the street screaming for help. Out there are a total of like 15 people out and about. The cowboy next door hears this comotion and grabs his gun and comes out to see people recording me getting beat up by 3 men and them cuting my clothes off.

I am FIGHTING for my LIFE whilst everyone aroynd is on their phones telling the men to either stop or hit me harder. I am in the process of being draged back into the store all bloody, bruised, crying, and squirming to get out of their grip.

The cowboy shoots one of the men in the leg who was trying (and failing miserably) to remove my binder he beings shouting and screaming in pain, and afterwards the cowboy starts fighting to other two.

I grab the shop's phone and call the police. It takes them like 2 minutes to respond (wow thanks athorities) and another 30 minutes to get there when the station is like 10 MINUTES WAY MAX!!

Though out all of this, one of the men escapes the cowboy, stealing his gun and running to me, he grabs my and points the gun at me.

The yells "O TE VAS O LA MATO ALA VERGA"

Which is just saying "or you leave or im fucking killing her"

The cowboy says "Dont hurt her!"

I'm trying to escape this man's horrifingly strong grasp, and in the mist of this I bite his chest man titties. He yelps shock. (I did make him bleed a little at the cost of losing two braces)

I get shoved to the ground and hit my head on some broken glass that was caused by the men droping shit.

I'm bleeding from my head and he grabs his navaja and slices my binder off bit by bit whilst the cowboy is forced to whatch this go down finnaly being restrained by the other two.

We're all yelling, I'm overwhelmed, my top half is out in the open for anyone to see, there's a man ontop of my trying to rape me, a random ass cowboy is trying to save me, my makeup is absolutly ruined, my head is spinning and driping with even more blood, and the police are taking forever to get here.

This mother fucker then moves onto my hands and tying them up with his belt so I stop hitting him.

I at this point almost accept defeat. But no I couldn't just let him get his way!!

I'm far too stuborn for this!

I CAN'T let him!

No!!!

And I didn't.

I kicked.

I screamed.

I hit him with my elbows.

I did everything in my power to stop him.

Until the police arived at last.

And with all my might, I kicked him in this crotch once again. That was until they pulled him off me.

They rushed me and the cowboy to the hospital and kept us there for idk how long anymore. I was close to dying. Having lost so much blood

My mum was called, and my sister took them to see me.

They were hysterical.

I had to tell them to be quiet. Everything hurt by that point.

The doctor said I was almost ok. Nothing serius go damaged. But I needed a blood transfer. My boss was also called by my mum and she said she would pay for everything.

The police had to remove my family from the room so they could question me before everything. And I told them everything.

The doctors were outside telling my family about the blood and how they could not find anyone to donate at the moment so I was probably not going to make it unless one of them did.

So while my family was deciding who, my sister stood up and said she would. She was taken to be tested to see if she would be able to. And she was. So they drew the blood and the rest is a blur.

When I woke up I was so afraid. I yelled my Lex's name. I screamed for my mum.

And with teary eyes they rushed into the room. My mum cried, and thanked god as my sister just stared.

She just look at my body. At the buised. The cuts. My face. She didn't say anything. She just cried. So that caused my to also cry.

She told my mother while I wad asleep that she could not bear the thought of her little sister going through this. Seeing me in a hospital bed a few steps fron death's door. It broke her.

We both knew in our hearts. That she was worried every second since that phone call. She would not say it to me. It is unusual for us to show afection to eachother. My mum always hated that. But that night I spent in the hospital, she never left my bedside.

When I said I couldn't sleep she c r a w l e d on the bed and joined me. I said "Ew wtf [insert her name] get off 👺" anf she didnt. She just huged me. And we fell asleep like that.

My mum even got a photo the next morning of us there XD

And yeah, that's the story of how I almost got raped and was a couple steps from death's door 😃👍

-De anon

bro that must be so traumatising are you okay now??? wtf those passerbys are shit why didn't they try to help??? bro if you ever want to talk or smth just message me because that must be fucking traumatic. I'm glad you're alright now though

#dev anon

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inlemoons · 2 years

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whumptober day 3

prompt no. 3-- hair’s breadth from death

pairing: f!sheik/link universe: Ocarina of Time rating: M

The Gerudo guard’s hair smells like clove and hangs over her shoulder like a winner’s red flag. Long fingers grip the dagger’s pommel and twist--at least twice around--and scrape down to the bone.

“Ugh, you bitch,” the guard hisses, “You got a hit on me!”

And if the blade wasn’t lodged in Sheik’s hip, if the excruciating turn of it didn’t steal her breath and erase all thought, she could have detected the gashes on the Gerudo's arms and belly, or the slashed veil hanging askew from cheek. But Sheik is blind to everything but dark yellow eyes boring right into her own, can feel nothing but the steel that will surely slash her in half.

“I’ll kill you,” Sheik whispers, on some instinct, and the gold eyes crinkle into pained laughter. “I’ll never die--”

“Yeah, you will. Now, even!” But as the dagger pulls out and slices down towards heart and lung, a shower of blood patters on the floor. The guard’s body slumps and the shine of metal glitters with the hall’s scant light. A younger guard-- garbed in a different ranking color -- holds her own blade above her head.

“You--” Gods, all Sheik knows is blood loss and nerve-fire licking at her skin. She would die if she moved. “You’re in Hyrule, not--”

“Except I am here.” The rebel wiped her blade off on the ground. “Our enemies are our sisters and our sisters are our enemies.” Her eyes, her unreadable eyes, are the same yellow as the other. She stoops down and unwraps Sheik’s turban, pressing the cloth to the largest wound.

“Die in the desert, Sheikah. I don’t want your stink.”

It’s a new desert moon and it is dark as ink.

Sheik reaches an abandoned outpost and collapses beneath the doorway, the usefulness of the makeshift dressings long lost. A few fairies once lived here, their pretty colors and chimes flitting through the harsh night, but they must have moved on, leaving Sheik with her red fingers and her red wraps and her split-open body.

Always carry a potion, she told Link once, and take the whole thing. Once the delirium sets in, you’ll be dead. He’d looked at her, impatient, blue eyes fighting the urge to roll, which was somehow more infuriating than just doing it. Seriously, Hero, always keep a bottle…Sheik often gave advice she didn’t follow. At present, she could use a bottle of something, potion or liquor or something else, if it helps her die faster.

Maybe the fairies moved to the next one…She should go. She should keep fighting.

Who would find her here?

Her mind screams at her body to move and her body screams at her mind to shut…the…fuck… The star-peppered sky illuminates the sand, and she’s crying, just a little, because even the moon won’t come out to wish her farewell--the tears flow freely, soaking the veil around her nose and mouth. And when Death’s leather hand cups her head and lifts her from the stone, the golden light of whatever-comes-next bobbing about her vision, she doesn’t fight it, for once, only tilts her head back and falls deep into the black.

Link licks his finger and threads a silver horsehair through the needle. Epona is angry, which is understandable. He wouldn’t like it if someone cut wefts of hair from his head.

But he’s never seen Sheik so bloodied. Her clothes are torn and her skin is laced with angry black bruises, to say nothing of the blade wounds on her hip and stomach. He’d tipped his last potion into her mouth right when he’d found her, but it would take several more for her to recover, plus weeks of rest. And, stitches.

At least she’d stayed unconscious through the wound cleaning. He didn’t want a knife in his neck.

Firelight glints off the needle. He stares at the freshly-washed skin beneath his hands, already reddening with blood.

Well, he might get stabbed yet.

As gently as he can, he presses his weight to her body, to hold her down if she wakes, before inserting the sharp tip and pulling the thread through flesh.

He’s never heard a gasp so violent. “It’s me, it’s me.”

“The fuck--!”

“You need stitches!” He looks over his shoulder, stares into feral red eyes. “It’s me!” her muscles are wound up tighter than any string.

“Shut up and let me finish.”

Any other time, Sheik would have clobbered him for that, but she relaxes, slightly, still no less incredulous. Link fishes a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to her.

“Bite.” Sheik eyes him. “For fuck’s sake, it’s clean.”

She bites down. His work is silent, informed by his own (smaller) injuries. It takes a godawful number of sutures and the handkerchief is wet with drool by the time he ties the knot.

Link slides Sheik onto his bedroll and adjusts her legs as carefully as he can. She winces, but mumbles a small thank you, anyway. And then it’s silent for a long time. Navi crawls up his ear and into his hat, warming his scalp just a little as her wings still and she falls asleep. Link watches his guide as she watches the sky, the quiet blowing around them like a sandstorm, and he absolutely can’t stand it. It’s what the Sheikah wants, though.

“Okay.” Sheik lets out an almost imperceptible groan when Link finally speaks. He’s facing away, knees pulled to his chest. “What the hell happened? Why did you follow me? Why didn’t you have a potion? If I would have known you were there, I wouldn’t have--”

“How did you find me?”

He clicks his tongue. “I--I don’t know. You were humming the royal lullaby when I found you. I just knew.”

“You just knew.”

“I must have heard you singing. Like a delirious idiot,” he adds.

“And the rebel who saved me, somehow still at the Fortress.” Sheik glares at his neck. She hopes it burns. “Yet Hyrule is the rebel outpost.”

“Well, she’s at the Fortress--”

“She’s not a rebel, is she?”

“You told me we weren’t together.” The words tumble from Link’s mouth before he can stop them, falling out like the Goron’s most stupid rock rolling onto the world’s most stupid village. He snaps around and meets Sheik’s gaze.

Sheik inhales sharply, the pieces quickly falling into place. She’d followed Link to the Valley, knowing it was foolhardy to enter alone but also knowing he could be a fool. She’d given him distance, like he’d requested, staying out of the Fortress as he found the necessary ice weapons. And then she found him, nuzzled in the warm den of some Gerudo bitch, golden hair splayed out onto a cushion, girl trailing kisses down his bare chest and hips….

Link shifts closer.

“ She loves you.” Gods, why was Sheik whispering like that? “Why else would she kill her sister-guard--”

“She is a rebel. She loves the cause.” Link places one hand on the edge of the bedroll but does not dare touch. “And she knows you are my shadow.”

Fuck. Why does that hurt?

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #legend of zelda #writing #zelink #shink #sheik #link #ocarina of time #inlemoon writes #little shadow #i guess

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 1?)

Not me getting another AU idea while I need to finish Phyto's Guide and wanting to expand on my Werewolf/Assistant!Reader story for Alcina 😭😭😭

(Please, don’t steal any of this.)

But anyway. . . here's Modern!AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader that I need to get out of my head and share:

Alcina Dimitrescu is the CEO/president/top dog of some sort of business (wine? real estate? record label? IDK I don't do business people), and has been so for the past decade or so.

She's a mixture of Miranda Presley (The Devil Wears Prada) and Cat Grant (Supergirl)-- some would say an absolute demon, others would say a big ole bitch, but there's no doubt she gets her job done and done right the first time. Very high standards, very efficient.

She's also 6'5"-- 6'9" in heels, which intimidates the fuck out of her insecure male coworkers all the time.

She also goes through assistants like bubblegum, not in the sexual sense, but in the incredibly demanding and near-impossible boss way. The longest someone has lasted with Alcina was five months. The shortest = 1 1/2 months. Her standards are that high. (As you can see I drew a lot from Cat Grant because I was in the Supergirl fandom for a while don't shame me)

She is also an incredibly devoted mother to her 3 daughters, aged 12 to 16 (ages pending) and she somehow balances work-life very well. And those who can look Alcina in the eye can tell her family means the world to her and it's likely the only time she genuinely smiles and laughs when her daughters are in the office or she tells a story about them.

Not that those in the office would know-- they don't meet her gaze lest they chance being turned to stone.

(There are also rumors she's related to Countess Elizabeth Báthory or even Vlad the Impaler himself, what with her Romanian ancestry)

Anyways, she has the world in her palms, uber-rich, super fucking hot, and could get anyone and anything with a flick of her wrist. Top of the line style. Heels and eyes that could slice. And yet, in desperate need of a competent assistant that'll last more than 3 months.

On the other hand, you are quite the opposite of Miss Alcina Dimitrescu: practicality over panache for fashion, rather wear pants and loafers than skirts and heels (more for efficiency and comfort than anything else), not really into flaunting what you got. You come from a simple background, never really had money, just enough that it kept food on the table-- especially when you had a falling out with your parents.

You’re frugal as well. Your clothes are at least two years old, you dare not to shop too much for yourself, as you’ve been insecure with money before because of your parent’s kicking you out. Your phone is too many years out of date. A small one bedroom apartment. You prefer glasses over contacts because contacts are too expensive and its cheaper to just wear glasses everyday.

And yet, you’re whip smart. Efficient, stubborn, and determined to boot if you have the resources. You managed to make your way through college despite your parents not helping and you managed to land a good jig as the assistant to Nepotism Junior, one where you can afford a good, single, albeit small apartment, and you have at least a comma to your name when it comes to savings.

But it’s hard-- especially when you’ve been doing Nepotism Junior’s job for over a year during the year and half stint at the company. Long arduous hours where you are not only doing your job but also his while he does god knows what. It keeps you busy yes, but it also keeps his grubby hands and prepubescent one-liners away from you. So you can’t complain that it is all that bad.

(There is other things that may bring Alcina and the Reader first together, but I don’t want to divulge it here) It comes to a head one day when some misadventures and drunkenness leaves Nepotism Junior down for the count for an important meeting with some head honchos at the company. So you stand before them, giving them a presentation on the work he’s (read: you’ve) been doing for the past month. And frankly, it is some of your best work.

There are little hiccups, mostly just reanswering questions that some old geezers missed the first time. And Alcina has been quiet, for the most part as well, only sounding when she wants you to clarify somethings in “Nepotism Junior’s” presentation.

Somehow you don’t turn to stone when you meet her gaze at the head of table. Somehow your voice doesn’t waver like it would normally do. You know what you’re talking about.

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” She says, eyes on you the whole time. You can’t help how your mouth twitches at it.

And they leave. You go back to your desk and continue with your work, while Junior sleeps off his hangover. And that’s that.

Until it isn’t.

Because next week, you’re suddenly transferred to the Alcina Dimitrescu’s floor and you’re now her assistant. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

To say you hit the ground running would be an understatement. It’s more like dropped in the middle of the ocean and expected to get to land miles way by a deadline, no boat or raft in sight.

The first week is hell. Week two and three is practically purgatory. And week four is back down to hell (you swear Miss Dimitrescu was testing you that week and expecting you to break under the strain, however, you’re fucking stubborn like a bull and won’t be pushed around by this entitled, snobbish, egotistical--)

The money is far better than before (like nearly double) and you actually do things in your job description (and then some). And you don’t have to deal with Nepotism Junior’s remarks and alcohol breath at 10am. So frankly, it’s a pretty damn good upgrade.

Week 5 is marginally better, things start to settle. Week 6 is when you begin to get Miss Dimitrescu’s temperament and routine predicted and you start to notice things you didn’t before.

She likes her coffee with two creams and one sugar one lighter days. One cream and no sugar on harder days. On Wednesdays she’s noticeably happier and more relaxed as you’ve learned that it’s her and her girls game night. Her brow creases in a particular way when she’s reading business jargon. It furrows in a different way when she has to read horrible drivel. She likes talking to herself through problems. She likes that you know what she’s talking about and sometimes bounces ideas off of you. When she likes your ideas she hums and follows up with it. If she doesn’t she sends you on a fetch quest.

Alcina Dimitrescu also has a horrible sweet tooth, especially when she’s stressed, and there’s a secret cabinet, you learned, where she keeps her stash. You walked in on her stuffing her face with chocolate one time and was nearly impaled with a fountain pen. (You make sure to keep it well stocked after that)

She’s a stern, but predictable woman. With moods you’re slowly starting to foresee even before 9:30am, before she’s half-way through her morning latte.

By week 8, you got the hang of it and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. All you had to be was adaptable and resourceful. She can still be snippy, even unfathomably demanding, and yet you’ve also learned she tends to appreciate when you snap back (albeit in a more light hearted manner).

The first time it was a mistake, you happened to be drifting away with your thoughts about the day’s schedule and Alcina made a comment on something she received the other night. You replied with a bit of snark and the silence that followed nearly had you retch in fear. Her brow quirked. Her lips twinged. And her breath catch in her chest. She dismissed you soon after that.

(Holy shit, you nearly made the Alcina Dimitrescu laugh.... holy fucking shit.)

And to be honest, some of the verbal take downs she does to some of the other board members and peers is worthy of being quoted. You manage to stop yourself from giggling at the meetings, but you are near certain when you do Alcina Dimitrescu almost looks proud of herself. Like she did that just to see the mirth in your eyes.

The turning point of your relationship was about 2 and a half months into the new stint as her assistant. And it involved her three daughters. You’ve seen them before, in the large picture frame on Alcina’s desk and when you walk her down to her driver and hear the squeals of “Mother!” from the back of the car. But you’ve never properly met them.

There was an emergency with the board and the girls had a half-day for school so they’ll be at the building by noon. Alcina knew the meeting would be far longer than it should be, and the look (desperation? fear?) on her face told you all you needed to know. You placed a hand on her forearm, a sure, confident touch. “I’ll stay with them. You deal with this. They’ll be with me until you get done.”

Perhaps it was your tone or her lack of options, but she agreed.

Hours later, she found you and the girls in an unused conference room, where you set up a makeshift movie theater, projector showing a recently released movie, vending machines thoroughly raided, and girls sated, happy, and alive. Bela was napping on your thigh with your cardigan over her frame, Cassandra leaned against your shoulder and munched on left over snacks, while Daniela was between your legs and relaxing against your front. Cuddle bugs, you mentally called them.

(Alcina heart thawed just a bit when she snuck up on you four, too engrossed in the movie to notice her presence. The girls looked . . . happy and content, despite the situation at hand. Other assistants would have secluded them in a room and just ignored them in favor of work. But you? You didn’t make them feel like an afterthought. For that, Alcina had a profound respect for you in that regard. Plus, it’s not every day the girls are so . . . calm.)

(I’m a firm believer that a sure way to Alcina’s heart is by her daughters. Do good by her girls, you get along with them and foster a good, strong relationship . . . that’s a sure fire way to get Alcina to develop feelings for someone. Her girls come first. If a potential lover gave them the effort they deserve, well . . . Alcina would definitely take notice of them. Sue me for the softness, okay?)

Something shifted into place after that day. You two were a fairly well honed machine for the most part. Sure there were hiccups, typical of the workload, but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. You wouldn’t say you two were peers or partners by any means, yet Alcina included you a bit more into the business side of things at times-- a second, competent opinion she would call it. Nothing game changing or revolutionary, just asking for your thoughts and perspective on some avenues.

The girls also came by the office slightly more after the impromptu movie day. Mostly to say hi and keep you up to date with school drama when their mother was wrapping up for the day. They also confided in you to some degree on some things they didn’t know how their mother would react to. Some anxieties and second thoughts typical of growing teenage girls. You, of course, keep their secrets, but informed Alcina that one of them may need some one-on-one time in the future. The single mother appreciated it.

She, dare you say, trusted you, to some extent. And for some reason that accomplishment meant a lot.

Next thing you know, it’s been nearly eight months and you’ve blown passed the last record for the longest assistant retention of Alcina Dimitrescu. The office floor has since shifted the when-you-will-be-fired pot to when-you-will-quit-or-be-promoted pot. To say they were surprised you lasted as long would be an understatement.

There are now sly smiles and inside jokes you and Alcina had. You two had a language that only you two could interpret. She would catch your eye across the ball room, where you stood off to the side to let her mingle and make more connections, and would give you a secretive, carmine smile-- a real smile, not those necessary, polite ones for business meetings. Real ones, that crinkled her eyes and deepened her laugh lines and made her gaze soft and bright all the same.

She told stories of her childhood and barely there parents and cute stories about her girls and their misadventures. You gave up some of your own, when the office was quiet and the dusk turned to night on a particularly long day.

Nine months. There’s a mishap in the dressing room and your boss needs help with one of her gowns she is trying on. You enter the space and nearly pass out with the full display of Alcina Dimitrescu’s back. She explains that the she can’t quite reach the back zipper and it takes all your might and will power not let your hands and fingers tremble. It takes a few tries, everything suddenly becoming Alcina and only Alcina, but you managed to zip her up. You still think about that dark look she gave you when you left the dressing room.

Ten months. Alcina adores the opera. She made sure that when business needed to take place in Italy, she invited you over the the centuries old opera house for your first ever live performance. You were mesmerized and were slack jawed the entire time. Alcina teased you that you looked like a goldfish throughout the night. It wasn’t until you’re in the hotel that you question why was she watching your stupid face instead of the opera.

Eleven months. She has tried to quit smoking multiple times. So far she has cut down to two a day and she’s real ecstatic about it because her daughters are. You’re happy for her and it takes you a few weeks to get used to the lack of smoke smell around her. You hate to admit this, especially with such an accomplishment, but you kinda missed it.

Twelve months. Cassandra is in the hospital, a sickness that needed such a drastic medical intervention. You taxi Alcina, Bela, and Daniella back and forth from their house to the hospital whenever they want. It breaks your heart each time to see how frail Cassandra has gotten in the near two weeks she’s been admitted. Alcina looks so tired. Exhausted. There’s a stoop to her shoulders not there months ago. She breaks down one night in your car. It’s the first time you’ve seen her cry and it shatters your heart and you desperately want to make it stop. She’s crying and apologizing, and crying and apologizing for her mask falling. You take her into your arms and hold her tight until the sobs stop raking her body. She clutches you like a lifeline. You two don’t speak about it the next day when you visit Cassandra again.

Thirteen months. She’s chatting with a beautiful woman, who is clearly flirting with your boss. She comes from a good family and is successful with several tens of millions under her belt. She’s a philanthropist and started multiple charities to help people. She’s kind and charming and down to earth. You hate her. And you hate Alcina more for not going back to her room with that woman. It’s stupid. This whole situation is stupid. Alcina can tell something is off with you but you feign exhaustion and retire to your hotel room. She makes sure to walk you to your door. You hate yourself more for letting you feelings go this far.

Fourteen months. An asshole accuses you and Alcina of sleeping together in the most sexist and homophobic way possible. You go off on him and he looks absolutely terrified of the look in your eye. By the time Alcina comes into the room to see what the ruckus is about he looks to her like she’ll save him from you. “Go on,” You say, voice dripping with venom. “Repeat what you said.” He nearly pisses himself doing so. Surprisingly, Alcina is calm. The asshole’s desk is empty by the end of the day and everyone in the office is giving you a wide berth. For the rest of the day, Alcina is looking at you with this strange glint of being surprised, proud, and . . . turned on? No, no that’s not right. Can’t be. She probably thinks you’ve lost your mind. That’s it.

Fifteen months. Alcina tries to kiss you. But she’s fucking drunk. And you’re certain she’s just vulnerable, you’re her only option, and the alcohol is making her do it. (It has to be) You push her away before anything really happens. She pouts in that adorable way unbecoming of a woman of her station. She’s confused as to why you don’t want her like she wants you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh crossed with a sob. “If you even wanted me for half as long as I wanted you, you would’ve have tried to kiss me sober.” It’s cruel to say, dismissive. And it shows in her glossy eyes. You sigh and lead her to her room, it’s the very least you can do. An aspirin and some water is beside her when she wakes. But not you.

Sixteen months. Things are wrong. So very wrong. Alcina is cold and so are you. Keeping things professional, you think, like it always should have been. It was a mistake to let things progress the way they did. There’s a reason why these types of relationships don’t last, you think. And it fucking hurts. Each time you enter the office and let the unsaid words hang in the air. Sometimes you find yourself glancing after her, like a lovesick puppy and you hate yourself more for it.

Sixteen months and ten days. You hand in your two weeks notice.

Let me know what you think! I had to write this out because it was killing me! Hope you enjoyed!

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gardenerian · 2 years

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Just came across this anon ask about Ian and breakfast. You have thesis level ideas for Ian making breakfast? Well. How about:

5 times Ian made breakfast (in various emotional states? Or not. Your thesis) +1 time someone made him breakfast 😁

cw for bipolar mania, reference to domestic abuse, mild blood and injury

also posted here here

It’s even colder somehow; colder still than it was yesterday morning. At this point in the winter, Ian thinks he should be used to it by now. But it’s still somehow colder this morning.

The heat’s been out all week.

Ian pulls on extra layers before creeping down the stairs, not wanting to visibly shiver under Fiona’s guilty gaze. It’s not her fault. She’s doing everything she can.

Including, it seems, working another overnight shift at that seedy motel a few miles from the house. She’s nowhere to be found when he reaches the bottom of the back staircase - the kitchen is quiet and still in the pale, thin light of the morning.

Ian grabs his hat from the kitchen table and pushes his stiff limbs towards the coffeemaker. There’s only a scoopful of grounds left in the tin - he uses just half of it to get the coffee going.

It’ll be watered down and unsatisfying, but it’ll be hot enough. They can make do again tomorrow.

And maybe he’ll lift a new tin when he stops by the Kash and Grab again after school today.

Linda Karib turned him down for a job yesterday, arching an eyebrow and telling him to come back next year when he’s old enough to work. Kash stood behind her, eyes wide and jaw slack.

Ian thinks he might have more luck if he goes back today and talks to him.

He has to start earning.

Lip stumbles down the stairs as the coffee starts brewing, grunting at Ian in greeting and rubbing sleep from his eyes. He grabs a poptart from the cabinet and raises it to his temple in salute before disappearing out the door for a tutoring session.

Lip’s bringing in cash, Fiona’s hurtling from gig to gig like a pinball shot by the force of their poverty. And Ian’s standing quietly in the kitchen, thinking through which foodbanks to hit this weekend.

The kids will be scrambling downstairs soon, in search of breakfast and warmer clothes. Ian eyes the clock; Fiona’s not back yet.

He pours himself a mug of coffee water and hunts through the cabinets. Lip took the last poptart and there’s maybe half a bowl of cereal. They’ll need the rest of the milk for Liam, anyways.

They ran out of eggs earlier in the week. Ian adds them to his list of items to steal.

There’s enough oatmeal left for a small pot, and Ian’s stirring in an old, hardened clump of brown sugar when Debbie and Carl trudge downstairs, Liam in tow.

“Fuckin’ freezing in here,” Carl groans, handing Liam to Debbie, whose hands shake as she settles him into the highchair.

“Put on your hats,” Ian tells them. “Scarves, too.”

He ladles some oatmeal in bowls, saving some for Fiona in case she comes back in time. There’s a single, browning banana on the counter - Ian slices it up for Liam.

“Grab him some milk, will ya, Debs?” he asks, setting their bowls on the table. Carl looks down at the thick, lumpy oatmeal, rightfully unimpressed. But it’s the best he’s got.

It’s cold in here. It’s cold outside. Ian can’t get the heat turned back on. The best he can do is fill their bellies with something warm.

Fiona rushes through the back door then, freezing air whipping in behind her.

“Sorry,” she breathes, running a hand down her tired face. She moves to unzip her coat before thinking better of it, zipping it up further as she closes the door.

“I got off late, missed my bus,” she explains. “I think there’s enough breakfast, I can make something - ”

She cuts herself off when Ian hands her a cup of watered down coffee, shrugging in apology at the lack of milk or sugar.

Fiona takes the mug with a sigh. She brings it to her face and presses the ceramic to her cheek. Ian hopes, at least, that the heat is warming her hands through those threadbare gloves.

She sits down across from Liam, running a hand over his curls.

Ian sets a bowl in front of her. His sister looks down at it through watering eyes: the chipped rim, the pathetic serving of hardening breakfast at the bottom.

She looks to Liam, Debbie, Carl. Checks to see that they’ve eaten at least some of their meal. Her body goes slack when she notes that they’ve made it through another morning.

The day can begin, they can fight their way to the next one.

“You get any?” she asks Ian, spoon halted above her bowl.

“All good,” he lies through his teeth. The warm coffee in his belly will hold him over until -

Oh shit.

“We got anything to make for lunches?”

The world is glowing this morning.

Chicago is alive and the bass from the club is still thumping in his skull as his feet pound the pavement.

The sun roars over Lake Michigan, sending the skyline up in flames as it rises. The grainy photos on his phone don’t do it justice, this feeling. The crackling wonder in his skin as he watches the city burst forth into a new day.

But he can’t wait to show Mickey.

He was asleep when Ian crept out into the dark morning, breath even and deep at last after tossing and turning for most of the night. His body was tense in sleep, tight under the weight of his worries.

Mandy slept in Lip’s room, battered and bruised and just out of reach.

Ian’s not sure if she actually slept last night. He hovered in front of the door when he got back from work and again before heading out for his run, knocking lightly just once.

If she heard him, she didn’t make a sound.

The world feels massive as Ian moves through it, making his way back home. Unknowable, but conquerable. His for the fucking taking.

He wonders if Mandy and Mickey ever got to feel like this. Powerful - like even if the threads of their lives are frayed and splitting, they have the power to reknot them into something unbreakable.

There’s something waiting for him. Something fucking huge. It’s just on the edge of his mind, right at his fingertips, waiting to be known. He can just feel the shape of it.

And when he’s able to make that surge forward — when he’s able to pull it close and make it his — he’s going to give it to them.

To Mandy, to Mickey. His family. He’s buzzing with want; with the need to give them all of him.

The morning has fully overtaken the sky by the time he gets home. His siblings are scattered, spinning out across Chicago. There is so much to be done.

There is so much to be done.

Every item on his list ricochets across his mind as he pulls off his hat and peeks around for any sign of life downstairs. There are footsteps above him; they’ll be down soon.

Mandy needs somewhere safe stay or he’ll find her here and take her back and maybe next time Mickey won’t be there to take her away and Mickey needs more cash for the baby and his wife fuck he has a wife still and he has an idea that could make them rich if Lip would help him and Lip hasn’t been back in a while and he hasn’t seen Fiona in days there’s a kink in his neck he needs to stretch more and the kids what’s going on with the kids has he really been so distracted is Frank even still alive he needs more eyeliner he’s working again tonight isn’t he -

There has to be somewhere to start. There has to be somewhere to start today. A way to begin. Then he can give them all the world.

He’s flipping pancakes when Mickey comes downstairs.

Everyone cleared out a while ago.

He’d meant it, when he told them he didn’t want to do anything today. They’ll all have to get on without him anyways. And he wants to be here.

Ian’s not sure when he’ll be here again.

He wanders from room to room, letting his hand run lightly along faded, worn walls. He remembers his family living their lives within these walls, growing up alongside the many versions of himself.

Bounding from his room with Lip in hot pursuit, laughing and shoving each other towards the stairs. Holding Liam, hushing and soothing, walking up and down the hall when he cried at night. Bathtime, playtime, bedtime.

He remembers kissing Mickey against these walls.

With a heavy chest Ian heads downstairs, pausing to touch the bat hanging in its place. He feels sick for a moment, wondering if they’ll need it while he’s gone.

He walks past the aquarium tank, the decrepit couch, the box of Franny’s toys shoved in the corner of the living room.

The kitchen is quiet, his siblings having long since deserted the house.

Of all the rooms he’ll miss, he thinks he’ll miss this one most. Its soft yellow glow, the well-worn table and chairs where Gallagher history unfolds.

The plans hatched over cups of coffee, the long conversations over ice cream or beers. Confessions, realizations. The bustling lives of the people he loves.

He’s not sure when he’ll be here again.

It’s a little late for breakfast, and there’s no one here to eat with him. That’s the way it’s been lately, anyways. Rushed bowls of cereal before heading off and away from each other. A far cry from the mounds of scrambled eggs and plates of bacon Fiona used to churn out before she hurried them off to school.

Still, he’s cracking an egg before he realizes what he’s doing. Adds a bit of milk. He whisks in flour and sugar, digs around the cabinet for some baking powder.

Ian’s never been a great cook. Neither of them are - it was always about quantity rather than quality in this house. Enough calories to get through the day without also bankrupting them.

But breakfast. Ian’s always been pretty good at breakfast.

It’s easy, methodical. He can cycle through the steps in the comfort of this kitchen. Whether the mornings are bustling and chaotic or quiet and lonely, it all seems to come together over breakfast.

The bananas fold easily into the batter, the smell of them warm and sweet. Familiar. Comforting, like a moment he can just remember. Mickey, probably. Drowning his stack of pancakes in syrup before eating half the stack in one bite.

And maybe that’s why he made them despite not being that hungry. To indulge his senses in something soft, something that makes him feel safe. Things are about to become so harsh.

They’re perfectly warm and golden when Ian sits down to eat alone.

The plastic tray isn’t quite big enough to handle all of this, but Ian refuses to take a second trip. He refuses to be away from Mickey for any moment longer than necessary.

He wasn’t supposed to show up yesterday, busting through his bedroom window and then setting up shop like he never left. Ian had a plan for Mickey’s homecoming and this wasn’t it.

But it’s not like he’d send Mickey back for a chance at a welcome home do-over, so Ian’s made it work.

It’s late in the day: far closer to lunch than breakfast. Everyone has already pretty much cleared out of the house, likely to save themselves from their continued reunion.

Ian let Mickey sleep though, sitting up in bed to watch the morning light creep across the room. He can’t believe it. Mickey’s here. After so long and so much - he’s here, sleeping in that cramped twin bed again.

Last night was a fucking nightmare. Paula scares him - she fucking scares him, and there’s a deep, aching worry that has taken up residence in his bones.

But he won’t let that touch this morning.

It’s a struggle to push open the door while balancing the tray of food, but Mickey doesn’t stir when Ian stumbles into the room. Last night was the hardest they’d both slept in a while, wrapped up together again.

“Hey,” Ian whispers, setting the food down on the little bedside table. “Mick, wake up.”

He runs a hand over Mickey’s hair, fluffy and soft after his long post-fuck shower late last night. Mickey leans into the touch, smiling as he blinks awake.

“Hey yourself,” he murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. Ian loves him so much he thinks he might die. “You’re up early.”

Ian snorts. “Mickey, it’s almost noon.”

“Shit, really? Fuck, I could go for a few more hours, man.”

“You can stay in here all day if you want,” Ian tells him, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting Mickey on the leg. “Just thought you might wanna eat some non-prison breakfast.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Mickey says, sitting up and stretching. Ian is mesmerized.

It’s been years since he last watched Mickey come to life in this bed. By the end of those long, painful days, Ian didn’t even stop to appreciate the way Mickey’s nose crinkled up as he yawned.

He’ll never make that mistake again.

Ian leans in for a kiss, marveling at the fact that he can touch Mickey with leisure again. No visitation room glass, no hiding from unfriendly prison guards, no looking over their shoulders for border patrol.

Boundless time, for the first time in their lives.

“It’s not the big spread you were supposed to have,” Ian says with mock irritation. “But since you showed up early, I guess two somewhat stale toaster strudels, this questionable thing of yogurt, a bunch of grapes, and some toast will have to do.”

“God,” Mickey groans, reaching out his hands, “as long as there’s coffee and no instant prison eggs, I literally do not care.”

Ian laughs, passing over a mug of hot coffee. “I’ll take you out later,” he promises.

“Don’t have to do that,” Mickey says, face in his mug. “I’m cool to eat crap with you as long as you don’t get out of this bed all day either.”

He snags a grape from the tray, smiling as it bursts across his tongue.

“Deal.”

He’ll take Mickey out one day soon. Give him everything he deserves, at last. But there’s time.

They have time.

Ian wakes up sluggish and embarrassed.

They fought last night - or something like it. Quick and loud and hot with shame.

He’s been up, elevated. He knew it. He knew Mickey knew it. It’s just been one of those episodes to cycle through, to keep track of and get over, adding another notch in his fucking belt.

His meds are fine.

His moods are fine.

He’s just. He’s more. Ian can hear himself talking, he knows it’s too much too fast too many burning gulps of breath before moving onto the next thing - but he can’t stop himself.

There’s so much in him right now, and he can’t stand to let it waste away.

He was cooking last night. Chopping peppers and onions for a spicy dish he thought Mickey would like. The blade moved of its own accord, gliding across the cutting board in a way that felt controlled, practiced.

Ian felt skilled, despite never having tried this before. He felt clear, steady.

He tossed the veggies in the skillet, relishing in the smell of spices and the crackling of oil.

“Jesus,” Mickey said, appearing behind him at the counter, voice laced with that familiar apprehension. “Should turn that fuckin’ flame down, man.”

“It’s fine,” Ian muttered, focused on his herbs. “Gotta add the sauce in a sec.”

“Ian, it’s too high,” Mickey warned, shoving around him to lower the heat. “Gonna set the smoke alarm off if it - what the fuck is that?”

“Cilantro,” Ian said, brows knit in confusion, “you’ve tried it before.” He moved to turn the heat back up, but Mickey grabbed at his wrist.

“Not that, jackass,” he snapped, bringing Ian’s hand closer to his face. “You’re bleeding all over the fuckin’ place.”

It wasn’t until Mickey said it that Ian felt the pain. Breathless, startling. He hadn’t even noticed it; hadn’t seen the blood staining his fingers or spattering the cutting board.

“Oh,” he breathed as Mickey turned off the burner altogether and pulled him to the sink. “Shit, I didn’t realize.”

“You didn’t realize you’d cut your hand open?”

And it was there again. The edge of panic, the shake in Mickey’s voice as he spoke. It scared Ian as much as it pissed him off.

“No, I didn’t, so it’s not so bad,” he insisted, even as he winced when Mickey started to clean him up.

“Not so bad,” Mickey muttered, studying Ian’s split skin closely, probably trying to decide if it needed a stitch. “Jesus fuck, Ian.”

To his credit, Ian didn’t yank his hand away. He didn’t snap, he didn’t storm off. He didn’t tear the sky down and burn it in the smoldering ash of his fucking mood.

Not right then, anyways.

“Come on, Mick,” he argued instead. “It’s not that bad. Just put a bandage on it and let’s finish dinner.”

Mickey had stilled then, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

“I’ll order a pizza,” he said thinly. “We gotta figure this out.”

“What is there to figure out? I wasn’t careful, I nicked myself. It’s fine.”

“Ian,” Mickey breathed, voice going soft. Ian felt himself getting pissed off again. “I thought we were past this. We’re a team here, remember?”

“Of course,” he replied, firm in his agreement even if he was getting fucking angry. He always hates this part. When they talk to him like he’s an idiot. Like he’s not even there.

“Then tell me you get this,” Mickey sighed. “You gotta know what’s going on.”

Ian finally wrenched his hand away. Mickey’s face fell, and Ian almost offered it back. But he felt the sky come down, and he couldn’t stop it.

“You think I don’t know?” Ian said, incredulous. “You really think that by now I don’t know?”

It’s unfair, really. How fucking hard he has to work to keep himself in line. To keep his voice level, to keep his chest from heaving. To keep the burning in his throat from reaching his eyes - keeping them open, but not too wide. Keeping them clear and free of those stinging tears.

How goddamn hard he always has to work so they won’t write him off as hypomanic without hearing him. To take him seriously, even if he’s sick.

They never mean to. They’re always trying. But he can always see them file it away, focusing on the symptoms instead of on him. They can’t always help it. But he always knows.

“You hurt yourself, Ian.”

“It was an accident!” Ian cried. “It could have happened either way! I know what’s going on, Mickey. We already talked about it. I did what I was supposed to do. I talked to my doctor and she didn’t think I needed to change anything. You know this.”

“That doesn’t mean you can just ignore it, Ian. We gotta talk about it more. You can’t let this get worse!”

“And what do you want me to say,” Ian snapped, leaving the would-be dinner on the stove and stomping out to the living room. Mickey followed behind, socked feet padding quickly to keep up. “That I’m fully aware that I’m sick right now? That I did what I was fucking told and I’m still like this? That I can see you watching me all the time? Why do we have to have an intervention every time? You know it, and I know it. What do you need me to fucking say?”

Mickey was quiet for a moment. He looked down at the floor while Ian struggled to catch his breath. When he looked up again, his eyes were bright.

“I know this fucking sucks for you. M’not saying you need to rush back to the clinic, Ian. But you need to be careful. You need to try to slow down and you need to let me fucking help you.”

He knew. He was just so fucking tired of having to talk about it.

But he always catches up, eventually. So he nodded sharply and gave Mickey what he wanted. What Ian knew he needed, anyways.

Ian crossed the floor again, heading back to the kitchen and rummaging through their drawer for his sedatives. He swallowed one down dry - Mickey appeared in the corner of his eye, leaning against the corner.

“We’ll make a plan tomorrow,” Ian said lowly, hanging his head and walking back to their bedroom. He touched Mickey’s arm briefly as he passed; the only apology he had the strength to offer in the moment.

As the familiar heaviness of the drug claimed him, Ian felt Mickey slide into bed next him.

This morning he wakes up alone. And maybe this shouldn’t surprise him given last night, but his heart still sinks at the coolness of Mickey’s side.

Ian takes his time brushing his teeth, washing the sleepy daze from his face. When he walks out to the living room, he’s surprised again to find it empty.

He’d anticipated finding Mickey on the couch, coffee in hand and ready to talk.

Instead, Mickey’s in the kitchen.

The dishes from last night’s failed culinary attempt are put away. There’s a familiar pink box on the counter - chocolate cream, no doubt.

The kettle is whistling. Ian notes two mugs with tea bags waiting. No coffee. Too much caffeine.

“Shit,” Mickey hisses from his place at the counter. He’s slicing up strawberries.

Ian clears his throat, moving into the kitchen to grab the kettle. He pours the water over the tea bags, watching the golden color bloom in their mugs. It smells bright, clean. Like a new morning.

“Hey,” Mickey says. He scoops the berries into a bowl and pads across the kitchen to kiss Ian on the cheek. “I know you don’t like to eat a lot after taking one of those, but - I dunno. Thought you might like somethin’ nice.”

Nice.

Last night wasn’t nice. Ian was not nice. Sometimes it takes over faster than he can see it, the nastiness. The barbs that defend him from his own shame - for a moment.

But, god, he would like something nice. He would like his life to be nice. He would like to be nice. Good, as he always thought he could be.

Ian nods, throat too clogged to speak. He takes the bowl from Mickey and places it on their dining table. Mickey follows behind with their teas.

They’ll talk. They’ll make a plan to fix this, revisit their plans for future episodes. They’ll talk about how Ian felt cornered. About how fucking scared Mickey felt. About how sorry they are, how they wish they’d handled it all more gently.

But they’ll also talk about this: in the grand arc of their lives, this was just a flash. For a moment — a brief, hideous moment — it felt like the end of the fucking world. It was serious, and it was real.

It just wasn’t bigger than them.

They’ll have a slow day. They’ll take their time with each other. They’ll share the berries on their kitchen table. Later Mickey will bring Ian a chocolate cream, and when Ian leans in to kiss him, he’ll taste the sweetness on his tongue.

#this is a 4 + 1 my brain is broken apologies #this is unedited as usual #ily chrissy #tumblr writing

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃steve has always had his eyes on you, yours on him. catching you on the beach he finally gets a taste of what he’s missing.

pairing┃achilles!steve x f!reader

word count┃1,721 words

warnings┃beach sex, semi-public sex, a lot of nudity, oral, fingering, skinny dipping, soft smut, light degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃this is very loosely based off of the story of achilles, like...very loosely. the only similarity is the blonde hair and the fact that steve is a demi-god, other than that, it’s self-indulgent <3

He isn’t really sure when he first saw her.

All he knows is that he can’t keep his eyes off of her as she wanders through the cobbled street.

She’s dressed in a simple gown, slightly weathered with loose strands floating above her feet as she wanders through the bazar. There’s an airiness to her, light and free as he sees light emanating from her.

He’s perched on top of a thick tree branch that’s able to hold his weight. Legs swinging and hair blowing in the summer air as he crunches down on the last slice of his clementine.

He wonders if she’d be sweeter than the sweet juice coating his tongue.

“If you stare at her any longer you’ll burn holes through her skull,” he feels a nudge against his right shoulder, pushing him slightly forward as someone joins him on the large branch.

He ignores the remark, scoffing as the bitter peel falls from his hand and other the grass below where it would be hoarded by squirrels and chipmunks.

Bucky’s legs dangle with Steve’s, touching but not connected as he continues to admire the way she picks a few apples into her woven basket.

He pays no attention to Bucky, the sound of his voice outweighed by the thoughts of her.

“Steve?” It’s a question as he finally snaps out of his haze, “what’s gotten into you?” Bucky asks, a genuine sense of wonderment in his tone as the younger of the two sighs.

“I think I’ve been struck by cupid himself.” He says aloud and Bucky can’t help but roll his eyes, but the smirk displayed on his lips makes him happy, happy that Steve has finally taken a liking to anything other than the bronzed shield he wields.

“I hear she has no lover,” Bucky whispers cheekily, the words catching Steve by surprise as he feels his heart leap towards her.

“Who told you that?” Steve asks, bewildered, amused, and hungry for more information. Bucky just laughs, jumping from the branch effortlessly before craning his head up to look at the golden haired man.

“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

The waves crashed against the shore, sand growing damp as you dug your toes into it. The sun was slowly fading, but still just as hot as you closed your eyes and let the sunshine was over you.

The beach was always a safe space, providing you with recluse when you wanted time with the most important person; yourself.

The woven basket you carried, now filled with fresh fruit and a jug of water, sat half buried in the tan sand, acting as a weight on the rag you lay for when you emerged from the water.

Shedding your clothes, you made your way beneath the waves, relishing in the cool water against your skin as your mind wandered back to the bazar. You saw him, perched atop a tree, lounging with his bow and arrow across his toned chest and back as he ate the sweet clementines you’d been trying to find.

Everyone knew of Steve, but vert few knew Steve.

He wasn’t like you or anyone else you knew, part God as his walked with a high head and a glimmer in his eye that made him shine.

When you made your way back onto the beach you were tired, taking you time to re-dress as you dig into the basket, an apple in hand before you’re biting down on it.

It’s sweet, quelling your hunger just enough, but it doesn’t satisfy you.

“Apples are sweet, but the summer is the season for clementines.” A sweet voice rings out from behind you, turning around to be met with none other than Steve.

He was barefoot, buried in the sand, his bow and arrow still slung across his back and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander across the vast expanse of his broad chest.

A smile stretches across your lips, tantalizing Steve as he takes a few steps closer until he’s at the edge of the rag you’re sat on.

“Perhaps I can entice you with one, instead?” He smirks, the orange fruit resting perfectly in the middle of his large hand as he sinks to his knees. You bite at your bottom lip, meeting his gaze.

“What is Steve, Son of Peleus doing talking to just a mere mortal?” You tease, craning your head slightly upward as Steve tosses the fruit upward, catching it with ease.

“Have you forgotten, my dear?” He muses, rolling the fruit towards you as you catch it in your own hand. “The sea is also my home, this is where I go when it calls me.”

His words are so soft, voice sweet like honey as it flows through the air and you feel the warm breeze surrounding you like a hug from Aeolus himself. You felt the familiar rush of butterflies you often felt when you thought about him, but here he was, in front of you with a beaming smile on his lips.

“Has it called you today?” You asked, a soft whisper and almost barely audible as he leans closer, “the sea amongst other things are calling me.”

Your heart is racing in your chest, he smells like lavender, almonds, and earth as he pulls back. He’s quick on his feet, marvelling at the muscles and strength he posses as he strips of the rest of his clothes.

It’s not hard to believe that he is part God, Adonis himself having competition as he flicks his eyes up at you.

“Join me,” he says gently, outstretching his hand before you’re stripping once again, clothes in a pile with his as you take his hand, submerging beneath the water.

He clearly belongs in the water, waves calming around him as he wraps his strong arms around you to bring you close to his warm body. You’re lost in the blue of his eyes, like the sky met the sea and you never want to look away.

“I have been dreaming of the day I can get my hands on you,” he admits faintly, your breath hitching in your throat as you can’t resist the urge to smile.

“The day that my lips get to meet yours,” your heart is now tumbling, core aching as you feel him stiffen against you.

“The day that I get to taste you.” There’s a glimmer in his eyes, mischievous, playful, and yearning as you tangle your fingers in the hair that rests at the nape of his neck.

Steve wastes no time in wrapping your legs around his waist before his lips are on yours, hungry and passionate as he steals the breath from your lungs until you’re dizzy.

Water sloshes around your bodies, breaths hot and heavy as wandering hands squeeze at your flesh and curves, Steve memorizing the way you feel.

Your eyes are closed, lips still on his as he carries you both onto the beach and onto the warm cloth lining the sand, gently setting you down. You take a moment to admire the way his wet hair hangs in front of you eyes, pieces of it seemingly glued down to his forehead.

“You are breathtaking, practically Aphrodite herself,” he mumbles against your neck, lips passing by your collarbone before he’s peeling the sweet fruit in front of your eyes.

“Open,” the command is gentle as you do so, parting your lips to welcome the fruit slice. You moan at the taste, relishing in the sweetness of it before Steve is running his thumb over your bottom lip.

His lips seal yours once again, body heavy on top of yours as you feel the weight of his cock between your thighs. It swells when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip.

“Mmm, so sweet, my dear,” he mumbles against your mouth, “but I can think of something sweeter.” He purrs, nose running between your breasts until he’s situated right above your hair decorated mound.

“Oh,” you gasp when he throws your legs over his broad shoulders, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon as Steve laps at your folds.

You’ve never experienced pleasure like this, every part of your body feeling as if it’s on fire as he groans against you, “so sweet.” He praises your legs beginning to tighten around his head.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he pants, emerging with wet lips as his fingers are still focused on you. You can’t keep your eyes open, back arching as you lose yourself to the pleasure; waves crashing in the background.

“I need to feel you, sweet. Feel all of you.” He whispers, low and raspy as he holds himself over you on his forearms. He smells like you, tastes like the sweet orange juice, and you’re hypnotized.

“Steve,” you can only croak out his name before he’s filling you.

He’s thick and it stretches you like no other as his low groans and grunts fill your ears.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” the curse causes you to clench around him as he smirks.

“My sweet, sweet, sweet girl.” His voice is much lower this time around, tone slightly condescending as his hips rock against yours.

“Here I thought you were innocent,” he smirks, “but the sounds you’re makin’, oh they are anythin’ but innocent my filthy little girl.”

Steve’s words, combined with his deep thrusts have you digging your nails into his lightly tanned back, crescent shaped indents the only reminder of you.

“Be mine,” he gasps, your eyes shooting open as those words leave his mouth. His lips are wet and parted, ragged breaths leaving them as he trains his eyes on you.

“Be mine and I will show you the world,” he promises as his hips stutter inside of you. You nod your head, “yes, yes!”

Your words are a double edged sword, a promise and a plea as you feel the white hot pleasure seeping through your bones for the second time that night as your name leaves through his mouth.

By the time you open your eyes next the waves have calmed and the moon is now showing her face, stars littering the sky as Steve’s eyes are a muted cerulean shade.

“You are my Clementine, sweet like the summer breeze.”

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blahkugo · 3 years

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𝟑 ༒ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫

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tōru oikawa — dirty talk

a/n: tōru “steal ur bitch” oikawa. i apologize for yet another cucking fic (no i don’t) <3 thank you to @theygottheircages for that last line ( ˘ ³˘)♡

wc: 1.4k

cw: adultery, degradation, slapping, oinks being a bastard

Your fall from heaven began with a glance. It was nothing more than an accident, a stare held one second too long to be anything other than romantic. But the moment you laid eyes on him—batted fluffy lashes up towards this divine bringer of light—you knew it was much too late to avoid being blinded.

He feeds you the apple in slices.

A smirk, the graze of his knuckles on your bare skin, an effortless tick of his jaw that keeps you pondering for days to come; Oikawa is a master manipulator. It’s so sweet, so innocent, when he swipes a thumb across your cheek to retrieve a lost eyelash, but those same fingers send shivers down your spine.

It was manageable—harmless fun, even. Your relationship suffered naught from the temptations, because, if anything, it made you more eager for Issei. The little traipses with temptation only urged you to kiss your fiancée harder, to love more passionately, to grip him with a ferocity each and every time he held you in that unwavering grasp of his.

But the snip was inevitable, wings torn off in a haze of lust and immorality.

You should have seen it coming, should have bitten the hand that fed you. Because once that wretched apple was gone, he had nothing more to give you. But you asked for more, practically begged for the precarious situation you now find yourself in—Ambrosia-soaked fingertips pressed against your eager tongue.

“You’re slobbering all over me,” he smirks, pressing deeper, “it’s disgusting.” The Devil has a way of making the crudest remarks sound regal, alluring and utterly irresistible even as he promises eternal damnation.

You mewl around his digits, pleading for the mercy of sweet release; Oikawa only laughs, nudging your legs apart with his free hand and diving straight for your pretty lace panties. He doesn’t have to check to know you’re drenched, a patch of slick soaking through the skimpy article and trailing your thighs. Any lesser reaction would be a disservice to his sanctity.

“What should I do with you?” He questions, expectant, though his fingers remain lodged inside your mouth. A knuckle curls and unfurls against your clothed slit—teasing, maddening. “Hm?”

“Fuck me,” your words are garbled around him, “please.”

The plea doesn’t sway him, finger still lazily circling your bud. He seems to be contemplating his next move, deciding how to debauch you further. Your room feels small, held captive by the dizzying scent of pink pepper and rum—his cologne.

Oikawa has never been an entity that sits by the sidelines. No, like water in any container, wherever he is he fills with himself. He is too grand not to be the center of attention, too illustrious to ignore. You can swear up and down that you were already much too enamored to take heed of his presence, but it’d be a lie all the same.

“Don’t get all dazed on me now,” he snaps, slapping at your clit. The whine that leaves you should be illegal, a high-pitched huff of air that makes you sound depraved. “Why should I bother with Mattsun’s leftovers?” He tilts his head ever-so slightly, soft brunette locks tousling with the movement. It’s an action wholly unsuitable for someone so wretched.

The mention of your poor, sweet fiancé sends a rush of guilt through you—at the weight of what you’re about to take part in. Leftovers. That’s all you are to the Devil before you, all you’ll ever be. And yet, the shame brings with it a new wave of heat to your core.

As humiliating as it may be, you have no choice but to heed the warning. You may have been able to refuse him, had you been stronger, more sound in your principles. But too much of your soul belongs to him already, too many nights spent yearning and aching for this very moment.

That’s why—with a trembling voice, body ablaze with greed—you begin your oblation,

“Tōru.” You attempt to call as sweetly as possible, stretching his name even as your voice remains muffled around his digits. Though his face stays steady, arrogant smirk sitting proudly, you swear you feel a slight twitch in his fingers. “Need you inside me,” a pout, paired with a soft graze of his bare bicep, “m’so wet for you, p-please.”

It’s enough to set him off.

Oikawa doesn’t bother stretching you out; whether it’s because he’s well aware how most of your nights with Issei end—panting beneath the sheets—or because he simply doesn’t care to, you’re unsure. But instead of nudging his fingers into you, he simply sinks his cock in, fast and heavy, digits of his left hand still hooked onto your pliant tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses sharply, “how are you this fucking tight?” Tears cloud your vision, your lower half bursting with pain as you instinctually attempt to scramble away, but Tōru’s free hand now rests at your waist, clutching you tightly against him.

“Tōru!” The tears flow freely down your cheeks now. “Shlow– ah, slow down!” Even as you cry out, you know the words are meaningless. Every twinge of pain makes you drool, every slap of heavy balls against your slit urges you to wrap your legs around his middle and pull him closer. It seems Oikawa knows it, too.

“Cute.” It’s his favorite word for you, a compliment that used to make your eyes grow wide and your skin prickle with pride. Now, it sounds like nothing more than a sneer—praise for a favorite pet.

Despite your pleas, the pace Oikawa sets is relentless. When he finally frees your mouth, it’s only to slather slick fingers across your face. There’s a tap at your cheek—once, twice—the palm of his hand slapping softly before gripping at your jaw. He bends to meet the shell of your ear, nipping at it with sharp canines before whispering,

“Mattsun told us all about how much you love to play the good girl.” You draw a sharp breath, but Tōru only snickers. “It ‘hurts so bad,’ right?” A sharp thrust, a mewl from you. “I’d play along,” he grunts when your nails dig into his back, “but I want to see that look on your face.”

There’s a throbbing now, a wrench in your gut that has nothing to do with how hard Oikawa pounds into you. Issei—sweet and doting, the perfect man to settle down with—has shared your most intimate moments with this bastard? It’s wrong, to criticize an angel’s minor sin while (quite literally) in bed with the devil, but you can’t help the hurt.

“There’s that face,” he declares proudly, lips quirking into a sly smile. “Now, I want to hear it. Why are you panting like a bitch in heat?” His fingers press bruises into your waist. “Why are you pulling me closer?” Sweat drips off your bodies, the heat and humidity clouding your brain. “You beg and you cry, but really, you love being fucked like this.” When your eyes roll back, he slaps your cheek once more. “Don’t you?”

The fingers at your waist move all at once, grazing your thighs before circling rapidly at your bundle of nerves. You don’t think you can speak, want nothing more than to deny the goading, but the pleasure makes your head foggy and your tongue loose.

“I-I do! I do!” The irony of the those two words—of the fact that you’ll be whispering them to your beloved in only a few days, isn’t lost on you. “Fuck- Tōru, I love being f-fucked like this.”

“Atta girl!” Oikawa laughs louder now, a bellowing that rumbles his chest, sweat-soaked skin strained tightly against your own.

You once thought yourself Eve, led awry by the temptations of a fallen angel. You thought yourself holy and misplaced in your naive trust of the figure before you. But what of Lilith? What of the demoness, the woman disgraced long before the Devil could dishevel her?

“Now, why don’t we call up Mattsun and let him know just how much of a slut you are?”

Angels of a feather fall together.

#oikawa x reader #toru oikawa #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #tw slapping #tw adultery #tw degradation

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uglypastels · 3 years

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Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

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ghostofskywalker · 3 years

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Number 4 with Wanda?

hi! here it is, i hope you like it! This is my first Wanda fic 💕

words: 682

prompt: “sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie”

warnings: implied sexual content

wanda maximoff masterlist

It was no secret that you stole clothes from every single person on the team. It didn’t matter who they were, their clothes had ended up in your hamper at least once since you moved into the compound. Sometimes it was by accident, but most of the time it wasn’t. You had shirts from Steve and Bucky, hoodies from Thor, and some articles of clothing that you didn’t even know who they came from. You were almost positive you even had some of Natasha’s socks.

The only person you could never manage to steal something from was Wanda, she watched over you like a hawk, and although you weren’t actually sure if she could read your mind or not, you didn’t really want to take the risk and accidentally let her in on an embarrassing secret. You had a sneaking suspicion that Wanda also stole clothes from the other members of the team, because you could definitely think of a few times where you wanted to wear a shirt or jacket and couldn’t find it for the life of you. So you decided to put her to the test.

You would “accidentally” leave your clothes out after you finished laundry, and just as you suspected, they would disappear. You didn’t think any of the guys would be the culprit, so that narrowed it down to Wanda or Natasha, and you got your answer when things were still disappearing when Natasha was away on missions.

And as much as all the evidence was pointing to Wanda, there was a piece of you that thought that it wasn’t, and that you just wanted it to be her. You and Wanda had an especially flirtatious relationship, and everyone always joked that the two of you were practically married, even though you weren’t even together. You fell asleep on the couch together, shared pretty much everything, and were always partnered up on missions. It was a little surprising that you could never successfully steal clothes from her, despite the fact that you spent so much time in her room. You joked with her constantly, and if you were being honest with yourself, you developed a little bit of a crush on her.

Things did change one night when you were the only two people left in the compound. Everyone else had either meetings or missions, and you had decided to order pizza and watch TV on the couch. You had just put two slices on your plate when you heard someone walk into the room. “Hey Wanda,” you said, closing the pizza box.

“Hey Y/N.”

“I got pizza for dinner since no one else is here if-” You started to speak, but then you noticed what she was wearing. “Is that my hoodie?”

Wanda was silent for a few moments before answering. “No?”

You raised your eyebrows at her. “I knew you were stealing my clothes!”

“You’re worse than me you know!” she said. “Half of your closet comes from other people.”

“I was looking for that hoodie!”

“Sharing is caring you know.”

“Exactly, sharing is caring, now give me that hoodie!” At this point, the two of you were standing inches from each other, and your eyes kept darting to her lips. The tension was electric, and she must have been feeling the same way you were because she responded by looping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer. Seconds later her lips were on yours, and your brain stopped working.

You didn’t want to admit how many times you had dreamt about kissing Wanda, but this was so much better. When the two of you finally broke apart, you whined softly and she smiled at you. “Hoodie, off,” you practically growled as she pushed you up against the wall of the kitchen and kissed you again.

“How about we take this to your room then sweetheart?” she whispered in your ear, and your knees buckled as her breath ghosted over your skin. It was a good thing no one else was home, because you definitely weren’t quiet that night.

- the end -

#spring ficlets 🌻#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader

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eddiesxspecialsock · 3 years

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a smutty story with captor tartaglia (aka childe) SURE AS HELL BITCHES

(also my requests are open so ask me shit or else 🔫😀)

A small whimper escaped from your mouth as you strained your wrists against the shackles binding you to the wall in the locked basement of the northland bank run by the fatui.

Nobody knew the basement exsisted except the man who had left you down their, one of the fatui harbinger. tartaglia.

God knows how long he had left you down in that dreaded place. Hours? Days? Minutes? Gosh you were practically losing your mind in that god forsaken place.

Oh how you wished you hadn’t gotten yourself in this predicament in the first place.

You were a vision holder. Fascinating. That’s what most people would say to you at your ability. You were a (_____) vision holder and a good one at that. You were even friends with Mondstats Favorite Traveler, and her annoying little friend/emergency food.

Although you were a vision holder you were quite the trouble maker. You also were quite broke as a matter of fact. So when you had gotten bored since the traveler had been gone so long you had decided to stir up some fun with the fatui.

I mean you were broke. And where was there a shitload of money located? The fatui of course. I mean it’s kinda like hitting two birds with one stone. Screw with the hated fatui and help yourself in the process! a win win situation for you!

Oh how wrong you were.

Your feat made a soft patter as you hit the rugs inside the scneznyan bank. Easy peasy, you thought.

You had snuck in at night when there weren’t many guards. A gasp escaped from a fatuis lips as they spotted you dropping through the window. You quickly oustretched you hand using your vision to knock the woman unconscious. You quickly tucked your catalyst back into the ouch hung form around you waist. What a stupid mistake.

You quickly hopped over the counter in the bank to get closer to the fatuis gleaming vault.

little did you know someone was watching you from across the room.

Your ass was pressed onto the counter and your skirt was so short the mysterious man could see your plush thighs.

a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Your head quickly whips around to see the a man with ginger hair. He’s tall, and extremely handsom. But fuck. He was a fatui.

You immediately go to grab your bag with your catalyst but see the bag dangling from his gloved finger tips.

“Looking for this a suppose?” Inquiries the man.

Your face flushed with heat. How stupid of you he must have grabbed it off you while you had been gazing at the golden vault.

You quickly turn around to face the man. One of your legs propped up on the counter. The other dangling down, causing you skirt to pool at you hips. And dangle right over you underwear.

The mans eyes flick to the spot but he quickly focuses back on you.

“You must be wondering who I am hmm?” He says coming closer to you. He wraps a slender gloved finger around you chin then tilts it upward to look into his blue gleaming eyes.

You nod. Your eyes widening in fear. What was he going to do to you. Fuck.

”The names tartaglia. But you can call me child.” He lets go of your chin then turns around with a puzzled look on his face.

“Nice work you disposed of all the guards. I’m surprised.” He continued to pace around the room.

“Now what should i do with you. You are trespassing. And have been caught stealing from the fatui nonetheless. And you almost got away with it!” He continues to say as he picks a book off a shelf in a wall.

As he’s not looking you reach under part of you skirt grasping a dagger.

You ready yourself to lunge forewar but as you turn you head to see where childe is you feel your arms slammed against the rails on the counter.

A loud gasp escaped you lips.

Childes hands are around your wrists. He quickly switched to holding both your hands above your head, then proceeds to pluck the dagger from your grasp.

”Aw what a naughty girl. Got to hand it to you though thats was pretty slick of you.”

You grunt as he pushes you farther onto the counter.

“You need to be punished don’t you. Naughty girls get punished now don’t they.” He says as he takes one of his gloved hands and traces it down to lay lightly on your clothed pussy.

In his attempt to grab your hands he had pushed both your thighs into the counter making your skirt pool around your thighs and expose whats beneath.

Your eyes widen in shock. And you shiver from beneath his touch.

“P-please just let me g-go.” You let out as he pressed a bit harder on your lower half.

”Oh so you do speak. How cute.” He releases your arms his body pinning you up against the wall (bars)

He takes a gloved hand and grabs your face roughly. One of his fingers dipping into your mouth saliva spilling from beneath your lips.

He quickly lowers his mouth to your ears then whispers.

”Oh girlie you have no idea the things i’m going to do to you.”

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Now here you were shackled to the hidden vault of the fatui.

A soft scraping noise perks your attention and you see childe enter the room.

Your eyes full with excitement. He said he cared for you. He said one day he’d let you go if you were his good little girl. He said he loved you.

He kneels down to your level, the pants tightening around his hardened dick.

His gloved hands remove the shackles from around your wrists.

“awww have you been a good girl waiting for me?” his soft voice questions.

yoh nod vigorously.

“y-yes master childe i have been waiting for you.” you say your voice quivering. The bulge in his pants wasn’t a good sign for you.

”now be a good girl and kneel on all fours for me.” he beckons to you.

embarrisingly you crawl over to him on all fours. your naked but still pressed down to the ground to try and provide some warmth compared to the cold air.

Childe strokes your cheek.

”oh how obedient.” He says with a slicing stare. “but maybe a bit to obident.” He says his gaze darkening as he grips your throat pulling your face up to look at him.

Shoot you’d made a mistake. Suddenly childe slips something over your neck.

A collar?!

Oh how humiliating. You were like his little pet. How pathetic. Childe stands up and you notice a collar in his hand connecting to your neck.

He pulls it and the collar tightens making you gag.

“look at how weak you are.” He spats. He pulls the chain so your face is pulled up to look at him. Your face right beneath his bulge.

“Now be a good girl and do as i wish” He says as he begins to undo his pants. His gloved hand snatched a handful of your hair and pulls your face onto his dick.

“Gah!” You choke out. As he pushed and pulls you around him. Shoving it deep into your throat.

”Mmm- t-that’s a good girl just like- aaa- that.” He mutters a hand covering his face.

He drags you over to a sofa and be sits down. He pulls on your collar. Forcing you beneath his legs.

You hesitantly suck him off trying not to gag at his enormous length.

Tears begin to form in you eyes as he instinctively bucks his hips up into your mouth causing you to gag on him and drool to drip out of your mouth.

You feel his dick twitch in your mouth and then his hot seed spray the insides of yours wet cavern.

He quickly moves to grasp your face, “Dont you dare swallow you slut” You nod in terror, tears still staining your face.

Childe begins undressing and tosses his jacket into the ground.

You stare at his abs. So defined and beautiful. You blush a bit staring at him.

WAIT WHAT NO THIS MAN IS KEEPING ME HOSTAGE I CANT FEEL ATTRACTED TO HIM.

The collar tightening around your neck makes you gag. As your captor tugs you foreward onto his lap.

A hand slips between your legs touching your sopping cunt. “Aa!” You yell letting out a soft moan. “Mm- C-Childe stop!” You yell back.

”I’ll do what i want.” He says back quickly grabbing your face and pulling it to him. Your eyes widen. He hadn’t kissed you ever. Only touched you.

As he kisses you he grips your thighs pulling you up to his waist.

His dick once again hard laying against your pussy.

one of Childes gloved hands move up to grope your breasts and you let out soft pants.

Childe takes his tounge out of yours and quickly pulls you onto his cock.

It’s massive and your body shudders with the sudden intrunion. He hadn’t even given you time to adjust.

“While why don’t you look at that” he mutters.

You look down to we’re he’s staring. At your stomach, you can see his gigantic bulge through your stomach.

Your eyes fill with tears at the pain.

”ride.” he demand grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him.

You bite your lip to keep your self from screaming as he continues to slam you down.

“you like that don’t you, what a naught girl you are.” Childe whispers huskily in your ear. Your moans are louder now as you feel the knot in your stomach start to unravel.

“C-Childe!” You scream. As you cum on his cock. Childe doesn’t even seem to care.

He flips you over easily and pushes your legs so he has a better angle then proceeds to slam into you mercilessly. Your eyes continue to leak as he ounces into you. The sound of skin on skin filling the room.

Childe places his lips to your neck and begins to suck leaving hickory everywhere as he continues to pound you.

“Hey girlie, why don’t you cum on my cock for me like a good girl.” He whispers. His voice proceeds to send you over the edge again once more.

He laughs delightedly as your eyes roll back and your body begins to go limp.

He then pulls your body back off the couch. your face pressed into the cusions by his hand and your ass in the air.

“Aaa! C-Childe s-top” you try to whimper but it comes out incoherent. Your whimpers encourage him more and he continues to point into you mercilessly.

your legs begin to slip and you collapse onto the ground. cumming around him. Childe wraps one of his hands under your tummy and continues to fuck you.

Your velvety walls are so tight around him and he can feel himself coming close.

“Childe- I can’t i’m done-“ you moan as you can barely keep your eyes open.

”darling your done when- youre- Aaa mmm- say your done.”

Childe quickly flips you over so he can see as he comes inside you.

“cum with me y/n, like the good little slut you are.” Your broken body somehow manages to release one final time as childe fills you up.

At this point the milky substance is dipping out of you.

Childe pulls out as tons of fun drips out of your hole onto the ground.

”did you keep my cum in your mouth like i said.” he questions using his fingers to pull your tounge out of your mouth. the white juice mixed with saliva drips over his gloved fingers and he smirks.

”what a good girl you were today. I think i ought to never let you go.”

you nod completely fucked out.

”You can live with me tho. Not down here.” again you nod falling foreword onto his chest.

”gosh did i fuck you so hard you can’t even get up? do you need daddy to carry you?” he says lifting you up. your limp body warmer in his arms you let out a shaken nod.

”oh what a good girl you are.” he says stroking you hair and using the collar to pull you closer to him.

“you belong to me got that?” he says tucking you head into the crook of his net.

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minshookie · 3 years

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Invasion of Privacy.

Pairing | mafia!yandere!Joon x Reader

Genre | smut, angst, gore, yandere.

Summary | “while Joon is at work unwanted company comes to visit, opening your eyes to unwanted secrets.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language , mentioned sexual acts, smut (just a little bit), violence, background character death, naive reader insert, dumbification, caretaker Joon.

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N | I struggled LOL But it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy. Forgive my mistakes please 💜

“Ready for breakfast hm?” Joon Spoke softly head resting in the crook of your neck, blanketing you with his warm damp body. “Yeah I guess.” Butterflies still fluttering in your tummy from the activities you both just enjoyed. “Mm well I’m not trying for waffles today kitten I have to go to work, so think of something quick.” He yawned before taking the tender skin of your neck between his supple lips again, sucking you in nibbling playfully. “Joonie when will Mary be back, I like her breakfast.” Almost whining. He chucked against you, “I told you Mary will be back after she’s had her baby.”

Feeling pouty you huff no motivation to eat knowing he’ll be leaving you soon. yawing you simply shrugged away the idea of this mornings breakfast. “Cereal again hm? If you insist.” He groaned pulling his self up on his forearms, gazing down at your connected bodies, he glided out with ease sighing in pleasure. Leaving you feeling empty yet warmly stuffed full. “I’ll be back, you stay put.” He began to walk towards the closet, watching silently in admiration. “Wait!” Stopping he turned. “Panties?” You request, fully knowing he’d get them for you. “Panties...of course.” He swiftly turned pulling some from the drawer. You reached for them, softly swatting your hand he went to your legs. “Up.” Complying, you let him dress your bottom half. “Being needy this morning i see,need a shirt too?” You nodded, letting him dress you again. “Alright cereal coming right up babybug.” He gave you a sweet Eskimo kiss before leaving.

His heavy steps thumped the hardwood stars, getting softer and softer before they disappeared. Never could you have imagined a simple round of dates would land you here, wrapped in Eucalyptus sheets, in the middle of a giant bed, upstairs of a Manson. Getting loved daily by a man with millions to his name. Your face began to grow warmer of subtle humiliation as you felt your heat drip of him. This whole situation felt like a long, long fairytale dream and you were loving every minute of it. Your reminiscing was cut short by the thudding of Joon’s feet coming up the stairs, finally he renters a smile on his face dimples prominent. Obviously proud of his limited culinary skills.

“A sugary cereal for the sweetest person I know, and a fruit cup too.” He walked slowly with he bed table careful not to spill. “c’mon get up and eat.” You sat up wide eyed ready for the meal he set before you. “What do you say greedy girl?” He held you back from the simple breakfast. “Thank you Joonie.” He nodded in approval letting go. “Remember, drink your milk, clean up your mess...eat all your fruit.”

He walked to the bathroom letting you eat in peace. You obliged his orders enjoying your modest breakfast quickly. Soon though, you started swaying the rose gold spoon around in the matching bowl watching the bland cereal chase each other. You’d finished all the marshmallows, you knew Joon would protest. Finishing the milk you began to pluck your favorites from the small fruit bowl, growing bored rather quickly.

“Joonie!” You beckoned, cheek full of berries. “yeah!” He yelled over the heavy patter of the shower. “Can I watch TV?” Tightly you closed your eyes in wishful thinking. “No Princess, it’s too early you know that, don’t you?!” You huffed, swallowing your fruit. “Yes!” He didn’t respond expecting you to eat the rest if your breakfast, in your true fashion you ignored the kiwi and bland cereals uneaten in protest of no early morning TV.

Annoyingly you shifted uncomfortably along the plush mattress once again. The once comforting fullness you felt now just starting to make an unpleasant mess...“Joonie!” “Y/n!” He yelled back while exiting the bathroom, his body glistening the scent of his masculine body wash and cologne engulfing the room. “I need to shower, I’m making a mess.” You stated shyly, making him smile in laughter.

“A mess huh, why don’t you take care of it?” He asked knowingly making you pout, he walked closer picking up the clear bowl, kiwi left behind. “Ah, eat this.” He held the green fruit between his fingers. “Eat one at least.” He rubbed it along your parted lips, you obliged his glare making you feel small. “Do I have to start giving you my cereal seems your tummy is getting full on sweets before you make it to the real breakfast?” Teasing he took it upon himself to finish the cereals.

“What do you say?” “Sorry for not finishing.” no way could you disobey him. “Good,Tell me about this mess though.” He inquired placing a kiwi slice in his mouth, walking to his suit closet letting his towel fall, he was already clad in his briefs. “You know!” He chuckled “I do? Oh is it my cum baby?” He stated lewdly while pulling out a dark suit. “Joon c’mon!” You whined, moving the the table. “Well Y/n if you wanted my help you should’ve joined me in the shower, you spoiled little brat.” He began to get dressed, “go wipe, go shower, and I’ll have someone clean the sheets yeah?” You rolled from the warm bed, a breeze catching your wet spot. “Yeah.” He smoothed the suit out over him , choosing a belt. “C’mon, I’m going to work big girl panties y/n go clean up please.” You took your time to walk past him , secretly wanting him to stay. You hoped he’d feel bad if you played hurt, or incapable of washing up maybe he’d stay late to help.

With a sigh of disapproval he turned from watching you walk begrudgingly in the mirror, giving your bottom a firm tap. “Now please so I can see you before I go okay?” Nodding you did as told, your scheme unsuccessful you resorted to complying. Striping and folding your clothes before throwing them in the hamper. Pulling the body wash, hand picked by Joon you lathered and showered as throughly and quickly as you could. Examining the dark areas he’d left behind, your neck,legs, and stomach, even scattering some along your pelvic area. Namjoon was extremely through when putting his claim over you, not like he had any competition. “All day kitten?” He knocked lightly on the door. The time spent Wandering in your thoughts taking a little longer than Joon’s liking you followed routine rinsing and turning off the water, drying you left with the plush towel around you.

He sat on the edge of the bed, an outfit laid over his thigh. “All dry?” You nodded catching a slight shiver, “you sure?” He called you over with a finger, tenderly he unwrapped you taking it upon himself to make sure you were dried, helping dress you as well. “When do you have to go Joon?” “Now.” Sighing you fell into his chest for a hug. “Yeah yeah, c’mon I gotta go love.” He kissed your cheek. “Kiss me before I go.” You pulled out of the crook of his neck latching onto his lips. Grabbing your neck he took the lead invading your mouth lustfully with his own. “Still taste sweet hm, remember to brush your teeth, lunch at twelve,have a snack around four, I’ll be home for dinner...and do not open the door.” You nodded your hands still in his. “I have a friend downstairs okay anything you can’t take care of...and I don’t mean the little things...ask him okay?” “Okay.” You crawled into bed avoiding the soiled area.

He got up smoothing his suit over again. “Uhm Joonie-” “I know I know.” He threw the remote to you before leaving. “See you later my pretty girl, remember I’ll know if you’re naughty. ” You smile turning on the TV. “See you later.”

After tedious hours of watching, and flipping through channels you enviably you became extremely bored with the flashing pictures playing before you. The nap you’d gifted yourself earlier began to wear off, you were sure it’s already been two hours, nobody’s came for the sheets. Strange of the morning staff to forget that. Rolling your eyes, you brushed off their neglect sitting up from the bed striping the stained sheets.

As bored as you were, you didn’t mind the walk down to the wash room. Once you gained balance of the heavy load, the trek began, only able to peak over the large bundle the stairs were a challenge. Once conquered you repositioned the bundle in your arms beginning to weigh on you. “Hey I brought the sheets for you!” Too lazy to complete the mission at hand, you tossed the sheets on the nearest couch, throwing yourself in the seat next to them. “Hello?!” Nobody seemed to call back as you voice deflected off of the walls. No way would they leave you all alone.

You stood from your seat, leaving the laundry behind as curiosity got the best of you. Where had everyone gone? You could’ve sworn you heard Joon conversing with them before he left. Roaming past the kitchen, Joon’s left his cutting board and knife out fruit juice displayed across the marble surface. Nobodies been on their job, and to think of it you haven’t seen or heard Joon’s friend he’d left for you yet.

You hated being alone, and Joon knew that. He wouldn’t leave you that way. Meandering down the elongated hall, which located staff bedrooms leaving a firm knock on the door....nothing. Fear draped over you the silence becoming too loud, taking panicked strides leaving the hall. Wandering the house looking for any other life form. Until you met face to face with a forbidden room. Joon’s office. Throwing rules away you griped the stubborn knob. Locked damn. “Help.” Whimpering like a kicked puppy you kept searching. “Joonie.” Wandering around, like you were lost in your own house, you skipped down the small flight of stairs, the washroom maybe they’re in there ...a dumb thought but this is the only room you haven’t rampaged.

Swinging the fragile door, a pungent rusting scent crashed into you. “And who the fuck are you?” Frozen in the door frame your brain fell blank. A group of men you’d never met covered in drying blood. The staff and who seemed to be Jungkook, sat lifelessly bound by their legs and arms in chairs in a perfect line. “Where’d come from?” Unable to speak you stared into the glossed eyes of people you once called friends. “Where’d you fucking come from!” Your mouth dried nervously, unsure what to answer...“Bed-bedroom ups-stairs.” They shared a look with each other, the only visible feature being their eyes. “Well you see these dunces doll...they lied...you won’t do that huh?” You shook your head, “Jungkook...he doesn’t lie.” They all laughed in frenzy. “No but he sure does fight back, don’t do that either...c’mon over here princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You stepped only one step closer, in fear of getting near the corpses. “Alright, heard...who are you?” Fiddling with your shirt you looked to your toes. “C’mon baby answer honestly or I’ll have to...sit you down.” You looked up, hot tears piercing your eyes begging to fall. “I’m y/n...Joon’s girlfriend.” Nodding in approval, someone in the back butted in. “He fuck you good?”You sniffled, looking back and forth between the few of them. “Don’t answer that, we don’t give a fuck about that....here’s the real test, where’s Namjoon hiding hmm?”

Oh, that’s easy, “Joon...he’s at work.” Scoffing in disbelief he reached behind him into his back pocket. “One more time cutie, where’s your little boyfriend.” Wide eyed your mouth quivered with no words. “I told you he’s at work.” He turned to his darkly dressed men “get a fucking chair, you y/n go sit in it.” You turned to run, a gun shot landed above you dry wall crumbling. “Sit your tight ass in that chair, or the next bullet will be buried in your chest.” Frozen in your tracks, you knew siting would land you right where Jungkook was. “Kim Namjoon is at work you won’t find him here!” Shaken you peered over your shoulder.

“Okay...okay, where does he work huh?” You turned back towards the stairs. “Uhm...I-I I’m not sure...big business I think, he has suits and a home office and people p-people follow him-” your rambling in cold sweat was cut short by the sound of bullets ricocheting along the cement walls. “Get out of the fucking way you dense bitch!” Unable to see your hero you rushed past him bolting away as quick as you could, blinded by tears. Eventually you fumbled into someone. “Hey hey y/n you hurt?” “JOONIE!” You climbed him his voice mesmerizing you. “Joonie it was disgusting, joonie please help.” The commotion still echoing in the wash room, Joon took his large hands over your ears guiding you upstairs into your shared room.

Finally silence to comfort you a wave of anger rushed over you as you processed your situation. Your ears pulsating. “Y/n...I’m so sorry princess.” All you could do was fall back onto the bare mattress. “Please do- who are they?” He sighed rubbing the back of his neck. “Business rivals.” He leans a leg on the maters caressing your thigh. “Joon don’t fucking lie I almost died.” He swatted your exposed tummy. “Hey don’t talk to me like that y/n.” Tears of anger replacing fear, “is this a game to you am I a damn toy to you...Joon I know you’re not telling me the truth and it hurts.”

He sat on the bed with an aggravated groan, you laid back staring at the smooth ceiling. “Y/n it’s best if you don’t know.” “Joon I’ll leave. Tonight i almost got my brai-” he darkly chuckled cutting you off “and to where, c’mon where?” You breathed deeply with anger. “I’ll- uhm...” “I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, face it you’d be fucked over without me.” You rolled over, you could scream your figure shook in frustration. “I’ve pulled you in and treated you like a queen and you want to leave because you had to dodge a bullet?” “Please stop, Joon I’m leaving.” You sat up only to be pushed down, “you’ll die without me bitch, there are eyes on you, you take one step out of my house your just as good bounty as me.” What bullshit has this motherfucker pulled you into.

“Plus I’ve had you here, dumbed you down so much you can’t even shower right, let alone live alone, I feed your ass, wipe your ass, clean your disgusting ass, dress you, protect you, service waiting on you every damn hour of the day...fuck you how you please never how I please and yet you wanna go?!” Tears spilled from you, he straddled you peering maliciously, never has Joon spoken to you this way.

In surprise the door swung open, making your stomach drop, Yoongi’s face speckled red. “Joon it’s Guk he’s dead.” “Get out.” His voice flat no emotion present Yoongi obliged slamming the door on his way. “You even got one of my men-” “no.” You earned a slap like no other for cutting him off “I’ve trained you so much better, so much better than to cut me off and to snitch on me...I was at work huh...they wouldn’t find me here huh?” You couldn’t respond, the left side of your face throbbing from the assault. “Once I caught word of the invasion I check the cameras for you and low and behold your mouth never fucking shut...saving yourself? Fucking cunt.” You looked away from his accusing gaze.

“No words? Just how I like you...now be a good girl, apologize.” “I love-e you joo-nie I’m sorry.” You recite from memory. “I love you too, don’t ever disobey me again, and don’t you dare try to leave if you do, I’ll blow the little brains you have let by myself.” Tears pooled your face causing him to smirk. “Remember I own you, everything you are, everything you want, everything you believe, is mine to keep.”

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howlingday · 3 years

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Jaune: (Walking through the forest with Yang, Looks at a wanted poster on a tree) Hey, Yang, who's that? She kind of looks like you.

Yang: That's Raven Branwen, the supposed "Bandit Queen" around here. Don't bother getting involved with her. She'd just make you look stupid. (Sighs, Looks away) It wouldn't be the first time.

Jaune: ...Right. (Touches her hand) Yang, you know I love you, right?

Yang: ...Yeah, I know. (Holds his hand, Doesn't look at him) Even if you don't deserve someone like me.

Jaune: (Pulls his hand away) What do you mean? Are you saying I'm not good enough for you?

Yang: (Looks at him) What?! No! I know we've only been dating for a few months, but it's not like that! If anything, it's the other way around!

Jaune: (Angry) So you're saying you're too good for me now?!

Yang: No! Argh! You are so annoying right now! What I meant was- (A loud thud is heard nearby, Gunfire explodes in the distance) What was that?

From the treeline, a band of armed thugs barrel out waving their weapons around, hooting and hollering, roaring and barking as they circle the couple. A tree falls, it's trunk sliced clean as a woman with black hair and red eyes walks forward. She sheathes her sword as she sways her hips. She looks exactly like the woman in the wanted poster, becauseshe is the woman from the wanted poster; Raven Branwen.

Raven: Don't waste your breath with her. (Stops in front of the couple) She never understood true power, even when it stared her in the face.

Jaune: Wait, you're-

Raven: Raven Branwen, Bandit Queen. (Bandits roar and cheer until they're silenced by Raven's extended hand, She leans forward into Jaune's face) And you are just my type.

Jaune: (Blushing) Uh, you look just like my girlfriend.

Raven: Well, she is my daughter.

Yang: Stop leering at her, you perv! And you, I thought you didn't want anything to do with me!

Raven: I didn't, but when Tai told me about this boy you're dating, I had to see for myself. He reminds me a lot of him. (Licks her lips) I bet he tastes the same, too. Shay! Vernal!

Shay & Vernal: Yes, ma'am!

Raven: Make sure she doesn't interfere. I want to play with my food right now

Shay & Vernal: Yes, ma'am!

Raven: What's your name, handsome?

Jaune: Uh, Jaune. Jaune Arc.

Raven: Mm, short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. I bet the ladies love it.

Jaune: Uh...

Raven: If you didn't hear, I'm Raven Branwen. But, the only thing you'll call me from now on is either ma'am or mommy.

Jaune: (Chuckling) That's funny. I like you, Ms. Branwen!

Yang: (Thinking) What is she doing?! Is she... trying to steal Jaune?! (Shakes her head) Whatever! Jaune loves me! He won't surrender to her! ...But we did have that fight just now. He might actually leave me for her. ...No! I just have to put my faith in Jaune! I know he'll stay with me!

Raven: Now, Jaune, what say we have some fun?

Raven unsheathes Omen, taking a combative stance in front of Jaune, who, in turn, unsheathes Crocea Mors. Raven swings at Jaune, holding back her strength as she tests Jaune's skill. Soon, Jaune is beading with sweat as Raven lazily parries and swings at him. Jaune slips into her guard, forcing her to jump back. She chuckles as she watches him pant.

Raven: Not bad, boy. Not bad at all.

Jaune: This... This is too much! I can see why you're the Bandit Queen now.

Raven: What are you staring so hard at me for, boy? You want me? Here, (Takes off her armor, Her perfect-fit clothing underneath leaves nothing to the imagination) have a closer look.

Jaune: (Stammers, Looks to Yang)

Yang: Stop showing off like that, Mom! Why couldn't you just stay out of my love life like dad? In fact, why don't you just stay out of my life?!

Shay: Hey, kid, settle down!

Vernal: Queen Raven ordered us to keep you in place, so that's what we're going to do.

Yang: And having your goons keep me from kicking your butt?! You're the worst!

Raven: Your boyfriend doesn't seem to think that. Just look at how he's panting just from being near me. (Jaune gulps) Tell me, Jaune. What do you like most about me? Is it my lovely hair? My intoxicating scent? Or is something else catching your eyes?

Jaune: C-Can we go back to fighting, please?!

Yang: Why are you dodging the question, you creep?! (Thinking) I'm losing him. It's subtle, but... There's no doubt about it. It can't end like this. Not after everything we've been through!

Raven: Remember this, Jaune; there's a difference between a girl and a woman. Allow me to show you the difference.

Raven swings with more intent this time, forcing Jaune to block and dodge with more caution, as she now kicks at any opening she finds. Jaune slips into her guard again, forcing the two to lock blades. However, Raven takes advantage of this to blow a kiss at Jaune, who flinches and jumps away. Raven follows up with thrust, parry, and slice combination. Jaune noticed Raven switched to a two-handed style, and decided to respond in kind. The battle became more even as Raven began sweating from the effort she was putting in. Jaune leaped away, panting, and stuck his sword into the dirt.

Jaune: Okay, I'm done! I've had enough, Ms. Branwen!

Raven: Aw, what's the matter, baby. Are you losing focus from watching me move so gracefully? I'll bet you have so many nasty thoughts running through your head right now. (Rips open her shirt a little, revealing her cleavage) You want me so bad, don't you?

Yang: (Tears streaming from her eyes, Thinking) That's it. I've lost him. There's no way he doesn't want her after that. It's how she tricked Dad into loving her. (Crying) But, he can't just leave me for her! She just wants to use him as a plaything. If he left me, I at least want to be sure he'll be safe from any harm, but she... It's all my fault. All because of that stupid argument, he's going to leave me all alone!

Jaune: Ugh! Just shut the fuck up already!

Yang: Huh? (Realizes Jaune's holding her)

Raven: Excuse me?!

Jaune: I'm sick of hearing you talk! You're fucking weird, the way you talk to me makes me feel like a baby, and the fact you're putting down your own daughter just to impress a stranger like me, (Glares at Raven, Grinds his teeth) it makes me so fucking furious, I can't stand it! How could you say such foul shit about your daughter?! (Takes a deep breath, Holds Yang close) I love your daughter. I only love your daughter. I mean, yeah, you're attractive, with your nice-smelling hair and your curves and your swordplay, but that doesn't matter. But I wouldn't even be fawning over you if I knew how horrible you really were! (Feels Yang hugging him, Sighs) I'm sorry, baby. I just... I just got so upset when you said I wasn't good enough for you.

Yang: (Sniffs) I wasn't talking about you not being good enough; I was talking about me not being good enough for you. I got so worried that you'd abandon me, I couldn't bear it. I'm sorry it came out wrong to you. I just think you're so amazing, okay? You always rise up against any challenge, even when you know the odds aren't in your favor. You fought bullies, Grimm, my dad, and even the White Fang! You have so much confidence, I can't imagine why you would think you're not good enough! (Sobs) I love you, Jaune! I feel like if you left me, I would literally die!

Jaune: (Shushes her, Pets her hair) I love you, too, and I know what you mean. I feel like... It's like our souls are connected, you know? (Chuckles, Tear rolls down his eye) I'm sorry I'm so corny, and for our fight earlier.

Yang: (Chuckles) It's okay. I like us being corny, and I love that you can be so honest with me.

Jaune: (Chuckles, Kisses the top of her head) I'm so lucky I have you.

Raven: (Holding herself, Panting and squirming) Oh, this feeling~.

Jaune: (Looks up) Huh? (Looks over, Sees Raven half-naked and steaming with a dangerous aura) Uh...

Raven: Oh, Tai hasn't made me feel like this in such a long time~.

Yang: (Gulps) Raven?

Raven: But you, Jaune, (Lewd and wide smile, Sultrily chuckles) you're a whole different breed~! (Points Omen at him, Drooling) You're a man who knows how to put a bitch like me in her place and shows love to his girl after some tramp disses her! (She looks down, Hiding her face) It might be the bare minimum, but... (Looks up, Hungry eyes) I just have to have you! Now pick up the sword and listen carefully, because if you lose this fight, I'm going to make you my new slave! (Chuckles) Who knows? Maybe in a few years, you'll make for a fine bandit.

Shay: Wait, we used to be something before being bandits?

Raven: You can't refuse this, handsome, otherwise I'll kill Yang and give you no choice.

Jaune: Shit. Yang, this doesn't look good.

Yang: Hey, now, that's not the Jaune Arc I love! (Hands him Crocea Mors, Kisses his cheek) Kick her ass for me, okay, baby?

Jaune: (Takes Crocea Mors, Smiles) You got it, baby!

Vernal: Listen up, everyone! Our queen is about to go all out! The odds of her leaving us alive grow slimmer by the second! Know that all of you have been like family to me!

Shay: Even me?

Vernal: Shut up, Shay.

Raven: By the way, handsome, I don't want this to be over too soon, so keep that sword of yours in it's longsword form to keep it interesting. Because this shit's finna get nutty!

Raven wastes no time attacking Jaune, forcing him to block. He's pushed back several feet before side-stepping away. Raven continues until a red portal opens in her path, and she disappears into it. Jaune loses sight of her and barely has enough time to duck as she flies in from behind to strike. He rolls away, but Raven charges again, striking wildly with swings and thrusts. Jaune's muscles ache as he's forced to block and parry. Raven runs towards him again, disappearing into another portal. He looks behind, but doesn't see her. Yang warns him of the strike from above, and he leaps away in time. He notices a golden necklace on the ground, recognizing it from one of the bandits. Unfortunately, Raven was relentless as she continued her assault, and Jaune couldn't afford to stop and think. He decided to go on the offensive this time, clashing with her. When she was pushed back, he charged forward, but ran into her portal, and right into Vernal. The bandit lieutenant jumped away as Jaune thrusted, and he apologized as he she did. He turned in time to catch Raven's blade, but she disappeared as she retreated, using her portal repeatedly to confuse him. Jaune dropped his sword and stepped forward to the golden necklace. He tossed it into the air, forcing Raven to dive to him with her blade extended. She cackled with mad glee as she forced him to fall backwards, only to reel in pain when he kicked her in the face and away from Omen. Raven sprawled and climbed to her knees, looking at Jaune from the wrong end of her weapon.

Raven: (Panting) Jaune... That was... amazing... I feel so... exhilarated... You sapped me of all my juices. Or, well, at least half of my aura, anyways. I know you won, but couldn't you please reconsider and join my family?

Jaune: I don't want you! Damn! (Throws Omen aside) I'm with your daughter because I love her! I love her hair! I love her smell! I love her curves!

Raven: W-What are you saying?!

Jaune: I'm saying I love big-tittied bitches! Mostly your daughter, but the others are cool, too, I guess!

Yang: (Snickers, Covers her mouth)

Jaune: Also, you just let "your family" almost die in our fight! Who the hell does that?!

Raven: (Scoffs) The family knows the tribe is nothing without their queen. If they were worthy, they would be willing to die for me. (Stands up, Shakes her head) Such a sentimental fool. No wonder you're together. (Picks up Omen, Walks away with her tribe) You can have him, Yang.

Yang: ...Thank you, Raven.

Jaune: Wait, that's it?

Raven: Yeah, I don't need any bleeding hearts in my tribe. But you have my blessing, whatever that might mean to you. (Thinking) Fuck, now I'm thinking about him again. I should go chat with him. It has been a few months since our last "reunion."

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #raven branwen #shay d man #vernal #friday night funkin #mommy mearest hd #dragonslayer #tairaven

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💔Naga!Bakugou x reader

"Y/n has committed a horrible crime. She was found guilty of eloping with a monster," our elder's voice boomed over the crowd.

Y/n was my best friend, and my long-time Crush. I stood in front of the crowd looking at the body that was y/n. When the village found out that she was in love with a Naga, they killed her and now they placed her body here and covered her body with a white cloth, for all too see.

I looked around the crowd to see so many familiar faces. Her parents, her mother was crying oceans. While her father had nothing but disgust in his eyes. Some of her friends we're discussing what they thought. Some believe that she was tricked or manipulated into loving this creature. While on the other side they thought she was nothing but a w****.

I knew none of those things were true. I would know, I'm the one who told the others about her little secret. And now that was my greatest regret.

It all started 5 years ago, when y/n and I we're taking traded Goods back to our village. We were playing on the bridge between the cliffs. It was as nice game of I Spy. I wish I was paying more attention that day, because one of the wooden planks snapped and she fell right through.

In normal situations, she would have fallen to her death. But she was saved by that creature, the Naga.

He had spiky ash blond hair with red piercing eyes, and had a long red and orange tail like a snake. He jumped for her and saved her from falling to her death. As I got closer I could see it in her eyes. Not only was she thankful he saved her life, but that was when she fell in love with him. And something deep within me told me, this was not the first time the Naga met or saw y/n.

From that day on, she started spending more and more time in the forest than in the village. And she was an herbalist so most people overlooked it. But I knew where she was really going. I followed her one day into the forest, she did not pick plants and any herbs. She went to a cave, his cave.

No matter how hard she tried to hide all those hickeys on her neck. I knew they were there, but luckily no one else did. As the days went on I could feel my jealousy grow deep within me. Some days I would be in the forest and I see them together. Eventually I learned his name was Bakugou. But I'd see them together,

y/n in Bakugou's embrace. Her lower half of her body wrapped in bakugou's coils. I'd see him kiss all over her neck. I wanted to be the one to give her those kisses.

I can't hold my jealousy and any longer on that day. The day when bakugou showed up one day, near the edge of the forest, and in his hands was a small Palm sized hunk of sapphire. And he proposed to y/n, and took her from me. That day I told the elders and The Village. They were so Furious that they ambushed her when she came back from the forest. She had the most beautiful flower crown I've ever seen on her head that day. That day I'll regret the most, seen the girl of my dreams being murdered by the very people she healed.

" This wenches body will be burned at sunrise tomorrow, may she be forever damned in hell!" The elder spat.

The crowd dismissed as they went back to their daily routine. I went to the shack where her body was being placed for now. But when I got there, I saw him, Bakugou.

He was coming out of the shake with Y/n's body in his hands. He was trying to steal her from me again. Before I could even say anything or even scream, he slithered off into the forest with her. I grabbed my bow and arrow and I chased after him.

I followed him into the forest, and led me to a cave. Sneaking inside I travel deeper into the cave toy saw a large opening, and there he was, bakugou. In his arms a beautifully dress y/n, still lifeless in his arms.

"Y/n... Y/n wake up please," Bakugou begged as he brought her to a odd structure.

Looking at it I was able to tell it was some sort of wedding setup. Bakugou was getting ready to marry y/n, but this all happened. As he continued talking I didn't know what to feel I felt sad and awful. Although on the other hand I felt nothing but anger and jealousy at his words.

"Y/n please... I love you. I love you with all my heart," he sobbed as he tighed his hug on her.

His red and orange coils slowly tightening around her as well. Suddenly he started saying something , or humming in his native tounge.

As I listened I accidentally knocked something over alerting him. Bakugou quickly looked over in my direction. At first there was a look of shock and fear on his face, which quickly turns to anger, hatred and recognition.

"YOU!" He shouted at me.

"You're that bastard who couldn't keep his mouth shut! Why must you humans take everything from me! My family, my friends, my home, and know my wife," he said, seething in anger.

" I'll kill you, I should have killed you a long time ago!" He shouted as he lunged at me with full force.

I quickly is my bow as a way to block him. He pushed against my bow pinning me against the wall. He opened his mouth wide, revealing his long serpent like fangs. As he tried to reach over and chomp down on my neck.

I quickly grabbed a sharp Rock and sliced his face just missing his eyes. He quickly released me while he was in pain. While he wS distracted I quickly grabbed y/n's body and ran out of the cave. As I ran to the forest with all my might I could hear him hissing, and him crying out.

"GIVE HER BACK!! SHE'S MINE!! COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!" Bakugou called out into the forest.

I quickly hide behind a nearby tree, with Y/n in my arms. Once I caught my breath, I started to run. Only to trip on a root and drop y/n watching her tumble down the hill. I tried to get up, that's what I heard him behind me. Before I could do anything, bakugou's coils wrapped around my neck. He lift me off the ground Till we were eye to eye.

"If y/n hadn't stopped me, I would have killed you that day on the bridge," Bakugou hiss.

I could feel his coil tighten around my neck. No matter how much I clawed at his serpent tail, it only tightened more. The edge of my vision started to darken, as my breath became more and more shallow.

As I looked bakugou on the eyes, I could see that his eyes looked at something past me. I knew it was y/n, as he immediately dropped me and slithered his way over to her. Once I was able to gather my breath. I quickly grabbed an arrow and ready to my bow, as I ain't where his heart. I took one last deep breath and fired my Arrow.

It's shot through the air pierced bakugou's heart. He cried out in pain as he tumbled down the rest of the Hill. He pulled himself over to y/n's lifeless corpse and pulled her into an embrace. His coils wrapping around y/n's lower half.

When I finally got down there I could see a smile on bakugou's face, as he looked at y/n one last time, before his eyes closed forever.

What all was said and done, I found no joy in this. What's my jealousy cleared I couldn't see any monster. All I saw was another being who was alone and fell in love with someone. All I felt was sadness and guilt. As I stood there I heard something in the Wind.

"Bakugou~," it was y/n's voice.

I looked around and saw something near the edge of the forest. It was a bright silhouette of y/n. But she was not alone, she was with three other nagas. Two of them looked like bakugou's parents, while the third was a naga with spiky red hair and a red tail to match.

"Over here Bakugou," the red naga called out.

As I stared at them, Bakugou's silhouette rushed passed me and to

y/n. They happily embraced and y/n pulled Bakugou into a passonite kiss.

"I thought I lost you forever," Bakugou said in a breathless voice.

"You never lost me. Know we are all together," Y/n replied.

Put a smile they all disappeared into the forest never to be seen again. I wish bakugou and y/n Eternal happiness.

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