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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 months

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you do historical au right? So how about a Villainess who actually is a regresser but she saw too much hardships in her previous life that this time she's all set on herself (you can add revenge or not if you don't want). A tyrant disguised saw her real self which is extremely kind to general public (she built orphanage, hospital and schools for her people) (she's the heir but got scammed in previous life, so she used all that knowledge to get even more riches with beneficial businesses so she's practically richest aristocrat). She's evil and rude on the looks (because she hates limelight and does all good will anonymously). So yeah. The tyrant is real deal evil and he's obsessed with our Villainess now. Oh dear. What a plight..

Sorry for the request being all over the place, i didn't know how to put it better :(

Yandere! Villain x Regressor! AFAB! Villainess! Reader

Anon, you know how to capture my attention. And the request is comprehensive, don't worry!

Another historical AU for the roster. This time, rather than starting off with the villain, let's start of with the MC/you! (Because most of the time it doesn't really focus on the ML now, does it? Hope you don't mind.)

Yandere! Villain name: Eros

You don't remember how you got here, except for dying by a stupid woman who can't aim for jack shit.

You just got home from a grueling day's work. Always getting ahead of yourself and working yourself to the bone just to please your boss who's a major asshat, and loves when his employees curry favors with him.

It's a dog eats dog world, so you curried favors with him.

You're his favorite employee. Always giving you snacks and an extra day for your vacations. But that meant working harder than what's needed. Overtime, going home late, it drained you. But hey, it's worth it.

Yet, this wouldn't happen, and you would still be living like a young princess if it weren't for the damn mistress your fiance, the crown prince, has.

Elysia, a daughter of the baron, spent the night with the crown prince, Yuno. Earning the affection of the prince since...

Actually, you don't remember how Yuno became infatuated with Elysia.

Is the fuck really that good that Yuno neglected his fiancee?

And you, the daughter of the second Ducal household (who's not related to the royal family, of course) was blinded by rage and betrayal that you made Elysia's life a living hell.

Erm, why not the crown prince's too, then?

Remembering your past life made your head hurt. From the cliche love story down to the way you were treated made you scream to the oblivion.

After all, after Yuno figured out how you treated Elysia, he made your family kick you out. Powerless against the royal family, they had no choice but to exile you.

You got employed by your employer by then, an eccentric man who spoke of other worlds called 'Earth' and is bringing 'modern day capitalism' here. Whatever that means. But hey, he developed these things called 'cellphones' that made him skyrocket with money.

He's a weirdo, but at least he's easy to please.

But the bitch Elysia "accidentally" blasted light magic to your way, killing you instead of an assassin. Great.

But, then, you're only the minor villainess. The main villain was someone named Eros. The other Ducal household and your father's rival.

As young as 16, he already conquered the ducal household he's in and then, 6 years later, he had wealth rivalring that of the royal family's. Heck, maybe even surpassing it.

"Hello? Where's the checks and balances of this world?" That's what you usually ask yourself.

You never saw him outright, since he's always been so busy. But you clearly remembered when you're in and out of a coma back then after you got struck with the magic, a war broke out due to him.

Fortunately, you regressed into a baby still, so you could avoid being engaged to Yuno, and being involved with Elysia.

Growing up again with your mature mind was weird. Unlike last life, you weren't a brat, but a proper, cold, and an unattainable standard of what a noble woman should be. Well, if you exclude the coldness and the bitchy attitude sometimes.

In all honesty, your family loved you dearly. A clear contrast from your last life. You're a role model, perfect in every way. Beautiful, smart, talented, and shows clear interest in politics and business.

The previous life, you were only a mouth to feed with a pretty face and a political pawn to integrate yourself into the royal family.

And as usual, you got engaged to the crown prince, much to your dismay.

Yuno was easy to read. He doesn't like clingy women, and he likes the chase. He's dumb, and only knows how to spend money.

"Ah, he's worthless."

What did you saw in him in the previous life, really?

Since you were unattainable to Yuno, he became attached to you. Wanting to conquer you.

And you always returned his advances with a flick of your fan and covering your face with a glare with your sharp eyes.

You're the thorned Rose of the Kingdom. Beautiful, yet prickly. It brought you to the limelight, but also, not. Due to you being closed off, news of you rarely get out.

So in the free time you had, you always disguised yourself with your dark magic and filled up your own coffers with the help of your knowledge of business last life (from your employer.)

You built hospitals, made schooling accessible... You were basically the saintess rather than Elysia.

Oh, did I mention that Elysia, with light magic, was the saintess, and you with dark magic was the prophesied Villainess? It's complicated.

But right now, with Elysia failing to bed Yuno in his crown prince coronation, due to him being only attached to you, you were free to do what you want while thinking of your next plan.

What you didn't know is that a certain pair of crystal blue eyes followed you.

You walked along the street of the outskirts of the Kingdom, inspecting the newly built school.

You just got out of the ducal household and immediately went here after being confronted by Elysia once more, who "accidentally" stumbled into the chateau and into you and Yuno. Can she get more obvious, really?

You never used your dark magic here in the outskirts since you felt safe in the people's arms. They never judged you, nor used you for your money. They're just glad more and more accessible facilities are being erected by the young lady.

While walking around, you got into the councilor's office who's busy with enrolling the children. He's the chief of the town, and is one of the few people who graduated fully back in the capital.

He graciously accepted the position of being the councilor after you approached him, since you genuinely wanted to help the outskirts.

You saw children happily playing around while the parents lined up, excitedly talking to one another.

When they saw you, they immediately curtsied and said hi.

"My lady! Hello!"

G-greetings my lady..."

"Oh my stars! It's the lady!"

"Look over here, my lady!"

You giggled and decided to mingle with them more, talking about mundane things in life and what other facilities can you put here.

"Okay, so a shopping center, huh? Okay, that's noted. Also, I think a gymnasium would work well also, so that there will be a place where all of you can have meetings, and also have children play."

They all excitedly nodded and bid you goodbye as you went out.

You felt like yourself here in the outskirts.

Maybe you can convince your father to give you this part of the territory, and your brother can manage the main household?

Your thoughts were interrupted by children pulling your skirt to play, cheekily grinning and playfully pushing a ball up to your arms. You grinned and chased them around, roaring loudly like a monster and pretending like you're a dragon.

The giggles and screams of delight of the children filled the lively streets, along the chatter of the townspeople.

"Sir? Are you okay? What are you looking at?"

"..."

Eros' eyes widened, then softened as he saw you, chasing the children around, playing with them and not minding the dirt clinging to your outfit.

He gulped, suddenly feeling his heartrate pick up as he cleared his throat. Red flushed his cheeks, as foreign yet also the familiar feeling of infatuation filled his heart.

The noise that surrounded him faded into the background, and somehow, everything seems so bright and colorful. All he could see is you, and you, and you...

You...

Beautiful, thorned you.

Eros.

The name itself sends shiver down the spine of people.

Of fear? Love? Or arousal?

He's a man of few words, only letting his actions talk to other people.

Such an otherwordly beauty like him garnered unwanted attention since he was a child.

Other than being extremely handsome, he's also very talented with politics and business, also with physical activities like horse riding and hunting.

Due to this, his mother developed a twisted inferiority complex, and also an almost incestious relationship with him.

She always hurled words that hurt his soul and emotions.

Then she'll hug him while saying sorry.

This cycle would continue on and on until he's 16.

It was supposed to be a joyous day, not until his mother forced himself on him.

Disgust, fear, and rage filled his body that time, and all he remembered is awakening his dark magic and consuming his mother.

After that, he was knocked out cold.

When he woke up, he remembered his past life on Earth.

He's a business man of such a high position, CEO.

He clawed out of his way from poverty. Stealing, investing, selling, he did everything just to get out of the clutches of being a plebian.

And, when he struck gold when his stationery business thrived, his genius made it possible for him to talk to investors and convinced them to invest in his work.

God, he's rich.

And once he reached the age of 24, he's a rich man.

Then he died due to being assassinated by his rival.

With now his previous life in his roster, he became a formidable business man. Eccentric even.

By some weird cheat, he developed cellphones.

Something so revolutionary was first met with skepticism, but it boomed in popularity when his friend, the crown prince Yuno, bought and used it.

it was weird, really. Yuno approached him to employ his ex fiancee in his company and take care of her.

Eros, who didn't mind, employed you.

Sweet, lovable you.

It was funny seeing you struggle to curry favor with him. Not used being the one who had to try to get close with him. The way you struggled to hide a frown when he mentioned over time, the way you hide your disdain when he talks about extra work...

God, you're so cute.

He spoiled you in the best he could do. Extra vacation days, snacks, all he could do without being too obvious.

Then you died.

You... Died.

By the hands of his friend, well, ex-friend's mistress.

Elysia.

That damn bitch doesn't know her place.

Then and there, his eccentricity died down, and all he knows is revenge back then.

You were in and out of coma, and seeing you swim between life and death made his heart roar out in pain.

He felt so helpless seeing you pale and vegetative, something that wasn't you.

So, with a soft promise leaving his lips, he waged war in your honor.

He fought blood, sweat, and tears in your name.

All he could think is you.

All he could see is you.

And as he ignored Yuno's plea, he beheaded Elysia.

The damn bitch raised the notion that dark magic users are evil, despite dark magic being only an another element.

She turned the tides on you.

Why should she live?

Yuno also. He betrayed you.

Once the royal family was dead, he brought your comatose body to the throne, and killed himself with you at the throne.

He made you ingest poison, something that doesn't cause pain to your already pained body.

Meanwhile, he killed himself by striking a sword down to his chest, and to his heart. The very same heart that loved you dearly.

Then he woke up,

a child again.

Back in time.

Getting away from the busy bustle of the ball, you got out to the garden and sighed. Letting the cold air bite into your skin.

Dread filled your heart as you realized once more that Elysia was nowhere to be found, and so did Yuno.

Your nerves got to you and you left the scene, overthinking the worse of the worst.

Did Elysia actually bed Yuno successfully?

Albeit just a bit late?

You covered your mouth, shaking dreadfully. The pain of your last life was getting to you once more. Trauma trembling you to the core.

"My Lady? Are you okay?"

A deep voice broke you out of your reverie. Something so silky, smooth, and familiar.

You turned around, your heart pounding as you saw your employer, Eros. He's dressed in noble clothes, gold, black, and blue.

He looks more uptight and strict this time around. What happened? Why does he look like that?

You never connected the dots, since you thought your employer and Eros were two different people.

But this?

Your heart trembled.

"G-greetings, your lordship." You curtsied, fighting back a frown just like how you did with him last life.

"You're still the same as ever."

"What is it?"

"Oh nothing." Eros waved his hand.

This life, Eros was more brutal than the previous life. He exposed his mother, a pedophile who touched him and stole money from the household, letting her get beheaded by a rusty axe in the middle of the colosseum. After that, he joined the interkingdom war, and won it much earlier than before.

He's basically a warlord. A tyrant to his territory who imposed such strict rules that you doubted yourself if this was the same Eros you knew.

You both silently stood in front of each other before he took off his coat and gently draped it on your shoulders.

"It's cold out here, my lady." He whispered. His long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.

He inhaled your scent, his lips trembling.

He missed you so much.

His precious rose.

He gently brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly and lingering there, with his eyes screaming obsession.

His grip was strong yet also loving.

It made you blush.

"My Lady, if my friend, Yuno, hurt you, approach me."

Your eyes widened.

"Approach you?"

Eros smiled. His handsome face blinding you momentarily.

"Yes, i'll help you take revenge."

Eros eyes swiftly looked at the balcony up above.

"Like this."

Eros swiftly dipped you and kissed your lips.

God, you tasted so divine upon his lips.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sweeping and tangling with your much more timid ones. He cupped your cheeks, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

His eyes were glaring at Yuno back at the balcony, who was naked on their bottom half with Elysia, shielding you from the scene.

Yuno's eyes widened, and he hastily dressed up, his eyes boring into Eros', and you.

This life, he'll protect you from pain.

He'll protect you from Yuno and Elysia.

He'll burn down the ground for you.

Just say the word.

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Hmm, twist upon twists. I love it. HEHEHEHE

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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Kitten with a reader who loves body worshiping her but genuinley feels wierd being Touched intimately (but is severely touch starved), so kitten restraines reader to finally be able to touch and kiss them

OH LORD THIS IS VERY REAL FOR ME WOW

warnings: kinda dubious consent?, oral f receiving, bondage, established relationship, extreme fluff

"I'm almost scared to ask what you're up to," you mumbled as Kitten showed you the silky ropes, her grin growing even wider.

"Haven't you ever tried it?" she asked.

"E-erm, no, not really," you shrugged. "But we can, if you want."

"I do," she assured. "Right now."

"Oh," you laughed, "eager, hm? Alright-- I can't deny, I think you'll look pretty all tied up in these."

"Oh, I would, sweetie-- but these are for you," she giggled, making your eyes go wide.

"Me?!" you choked. "What am I supposed to do, all tied up?!"

"You're supposed to lay back and let me use you," she winked, pushing you back onto the bed as you blinked up at her in shock.

Even though you still hadn't quite wrapped your head around the whole idea, you ended up with your wrists tied to the bed, Kitten hovering over you with a wide smile-- because she was just persuasive like that. Still, you felt oddly exposed, as if she hadn't seen you naked hundreds of times... but she didn't usually see you like this, basically spread eagle and trapped here for her to do whatever she pleased.

Too curious not to ask, you swallowed the lump in your throat and spit it out: "What is it you plan on doing to me, exactly?" you asked.

"Something you wouldn't let me do if you weren't tied up," she laughed, leaning down to kiss you-- and then the kiss started to move, lower and lower, as she slowly and gently spoiled you with sweet kisses down your stomach.

"Fuck," you breathed softly, trying to fight off the discomfort and insecurity that clawed at the back of your mind as she gave you all this attention. "Don't feel like being more specific?" you pressed.

"I just wanna... worship you," she whispered, making your heart skip.

"You know I'm always down for a little sacrilege," you sighed, "but me? Am I really worth--?"

"Shh," she stopped you with a finger over your lips. "Enough of that. You're worth the world. You're my world. And you won't even let me say it, let alone show it, without getting all snippy with me!"

She spread your legs open and hummed as she looked between them, making you shudder with nervousness.

"I mean, you shower me in affection every night-- at least-- and you won't even let me tell you how beautiful--" she kissed your thigh-- "and sexy--" she kissed a little higher-- "and lovely you are? It's just not fair, love."

"W-well, it isn't," you admitted, "but I just prefer--"

"Maybe tonight isn't about what you prefer," she pouted. "Maybe I'm in charge and you're tied up with no way to stop me. Now zip it and let me lick you all over, you little devil."

You couldn't fight the shudder that ran over you, nodding hazily. "O-okay, Kit-- if you say so..."

But still, you weren't quite expecting her to start where she did, running her tongue over your raised nipple slowly-- you couldn't help but whine through your teeth, shutting your eyes for a second.

"K-Kitten," you panted, whimpering when she suckled on the bud for a moment. "Oh, Christ--"

"Now now, it's only Saint Kitten," she corrected with a wink, "and it's you we're supposed to be worshipping."

She started to kiss you all over once again, humming praises along her way: so pretty or look how sweet you are or even sometimes I can't believe I get you all to myself, darling. It was more affection than you were ever prepared to handle, and you sometimes had to shut your eyes tight just to try to tolerate it.

"I love this part of you, right here," she cooed as she softly tickled the curve of your waist. "It's hard to pick a favourite, though... maybe your shoulders? So fun to hold onto while you're fucking me with that pretty strap of yours-- or maybe your lips, you know I could kiss you for hours, and that's not to even mention all those lovely, filthy things you say with those pretty lips..."

"Kitten," you pleaded nervously, your face so hot you worried she could feel it somehow, "I-I don't know what to do with all this attention."

"Say 'thank you'," she instructed simply. "That's the polite thing to do when you get a compliment. Let's practice: I'll say, 'I could taste your sweet little cunt all day,' and you'll say..."

"Th-thank you," you choked out, hearing her purr as she leaned down and licked a little stripe up the seam of your pussy for emphasis. "Fuck!"

"I can't believe you hardly ever let me eat you out," she groaned, "you're so delicious, darling. And look how wet you get! Oh, to think you let all that lovely juice go to waste-- mm. Shameful, s'what it is, just shameful."

"Kitten, please," you choked, moaning louder as she latched onto you again. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at you in the sweetest way, almost a pleading look like she needed to know that she was doing well for you. "F-feels good," you admitted softly, and you could feel her smile as she slid her tongue inside you-- that was when your head fell back, you couldn't resist it anymore. "God, yes-- fuck!"

Her hands pet your thighs softly, pulling your hips a little closer so she could bury her face harder into you. Your whole body quivered, the sensations nearly overwhelming after all that teasing she'd done...

"I'm gonna come," you blurted out, and she moaned against you-- into you, really. "Fuck, Kitten... you'll make me come."

Maybe you'd expected, or even hoped, that saying that would make her stop for a moment to taunt you for your weak stamina, but instead she just doubled down on her efforts, holding your hips still with a tight grip when you tried to buck them away.

'Fuck, fuck!" you yelped, feeling it start to take over you-- tears were stinging your eyes, and not just from the way her nose bumped perfectly against your clit when her tongue was thrusting inside you; you'd been struggling to hold them back all this time, overwhelmed by her kindness.

It hit you rather suddenly, and Kitten only stopped what she was doing when you kicked your legs hard enough to nearly hit her-- though thank god you didn't, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you hurt her somehow. "Oh, beautiful," she praised the second she broke away, giving a little peck of a kiss to your aching clit before kissing all over your thighs, stomach, breasts-- and your face again, guiding you into a sloppy and needy open-mouthed kiss that tasted strongly of your own arousal. "So beautiful when you come," she went on in a whisper, her hands delicately holding your face.

She untied your wrists quickly, letting you wrap her up in your arms as you kissed her harder, pulling her into you. "I love you so much," you breathed against her lips. "God, Kitten, I'm nothing without you--"

"Oh, don't get on that again," she rolled her eyes, "we'll be here all night. Just let me tell you how much I love you and let's leave it at that, alright?"

"But--"

"Shh, darling, you've said enough," she insisted, "or should I get you a gag to match those ropes."

You swallowed thickly, and she laughed with sick delight.

"You're too fun to tease, darling," she explained with a wink.

#kitten braden x reader #kitten braden smut #OOF MY HEART

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legacyshenanigans · 9 months

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I had this idea......

Since we know how much Poppy Sweeting loves beasts of any and all kinds and prefers their company.

How would she react to Rerek and Rowan?

Would they like her back?

🤔🤔🤔

Hope you are having a great day B!

Drink lots of water, you are one of my favorite writers in the wizarding world and so you still have got 100 years to live 😘😘😘

So please try to gulp down a bit more water and a bit less Redbull than you usually do 🤗🤗🤗

Aww well thank you! 😊 that means alot, what a nice thing to wake up too! Hopefully my day will be good, havnt long got up haha. I have redbull in fridge 👀 but instead I made myself an Apple, banana, Pineapple and Mango smoothie, it isn't water but its better than RedBull right?! 🤣

This is fun, I can definitely do a little something for this 😊💛

Poppy meeting Rerek and Rowan 🐍💛🐺

Rerek

MC: Before we head out, I just need to stop off at the Gaunt Manor to grab something. You can come with me *smiles*

Poppy: Okie dokie *sweet grin*

(They enter and go upstairs to Marvolos room, where he's sat on his bed reading)

MC: *walks in with Poppy* Hey, just came to get some potions and stuff, this is Poppy by the way *wanders off to get her things*

Poppy: Hello *smiles at Marvolo*

Marvolo: *small smile and gives her a head nod*

Poppy: *turns and sees Rerek in his vivarium and gasps loudly, running over and pushing her nose against the glass, making her look like a little piggy* Oh my GOSSSSSH!!

Marvolo: (?!)

Rerek: *Turns his head quickly and sees her* JESUS! What the f-

Poppy: *smiling wide at him* You're so prettyyyyyyyy!!

Rerek: ..Heh..*poses* Master, tell this little thing I said, I know, Thanksssssss. What a nice little compliment.

Marvolo: *chuckles*

Poppy: *looks at Marvolo*

Marvolo: He said, Thanks.

Poppy: *smiles excitedly, then looks back at Rerek*

Rowan

Ominis: Thanks for travelling into Hogsmeade with me today. Pop *smiles*

Poppy: Ah it's no problem, I needed to get some stuff anyway.

(They wander through a wooded area, where Rowan appears from the tree line in his werewolf form approaching Ominis)

Poppy: *gasps*

Rowan: Hey..

Ominis: Oh! Rowan? *sweet grin* Hello *pets his head*

Rowan: *accepts the pets before turning back into his human form*

Poppy: Wow!

Rowan: *looks down at her as he's stood next to Ominis*

Ominis: Poppy, this is a Rowan, my boyfriend. Rowan, this is poppy..Be nice.

Rowan: *expressionless face* Nice to meet ya..

Poppy: *Approaches him* TRULY fascinating *big grin looking up at him*

Rowan: ... (?)

Poppy: Could you turn back into your werewolf form? *sweet smile*

Rowan: Oh..Erm. *does so*

Poppy: *Giggles loudly* COOL! I'm gonna boop you *boops Rowans nose* Boop.

Rowan: (?!) *looking at her with surprised blinking eyes*

Ominis: *giggles*

Rowan: Not the reaction I'm use to from people..But I'll take it..Heh.

#rominis #rowan the wolf #rerek the snake #marvolo gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis gaunt

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flowerhead-fh · 6 months

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Cupid!Steve x Rockstar!Eddie

OHHH BOY- GUYS- I was just watching my favorite series of all time, which I would recommend to every living being, called Brooklyn 99, and I got an idea for a fanfic, which immediately made me think of Steddie, so here I am. Please enjoy this, drabble? ficlet? I dunno, short fic sample

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In this world, there are Gods, a lot of them. Under them, you have the demigods. Ever living beings, scattered throughout the earth, to make sure everything is running smoothly (which actually means, they are constantly keeping humans from sending the world to shit)

Steve, is one of said demigods. The demigod of love, cupid himself nonetheless. He does his job, better than most demigods actually. Can even find love for the most unlovable. However he has one weakness, and that's finding love for himself. Yes, yes I know. The irony, but the unfortunate truth is; that Steve Harrington's luck in the romantic department is non-existent.

He had just been complaining about this to Robin during their shared shift at Family Video. "It's ridiculous! I can find true love for everyone but myself?! What kind of power is that?!" He groans in frustration and rests his head on his forearms. "I'm gonna be lonely forever." Robin (the demigod of sand (I told you there were a lot of them)) was meanwhile playing around with the sand in an hourglass.

"Relax, I'm sure you'll find someone eventually! And until then, you've always got me! Besides, would you really want to just zap yourself and a random person, just for the sake of dating someone?" Steve groans again, raising his head up and running a hand down his face. "No, but.... still! I want to- have someone in my life like that." Robin hums sympathetically. "Well, at least you can get laid easy." She says shrugging."

Ahh yes, one of the perks to being Cupid, is that he can control, ignite, and remove lust within anyone he so wishes. "Yeah, but I'm past one-night stands now, Robin! I want someone to love." Steve huffs, as he finishes his sentence.

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Just then someone enters the store. The bell rings, and they both spare a glance at the door. The man entering was dressed in mostly black. He had long curly hair, and silver rings adorned each of his fingers. "Robin," Steve whispers to her, as she's still distracted by the hourglass. "12 o'clock." Steve nods subtly in the direction of the man, as Robin looks up at him. She raises her eyebrows. "Oh shit." She mutters.

Steve tried not to ogle him, he really does, but this might be the most interesting man, currently in Hawkins, so that proves difficult. The man, the stranger, is checking out something in the sci-fi section, smiling to himself. His expression then drops a bit, as he pauses and suddenly makes eye contact with Steve. Steve flinches and gives him a small awkward wave.

The guy starts walking over to them, and Steve gently elbows Robin to HELP HIM BECAUSE WORDS HAVE ESCAPED HIM. "Hey, couldn't help but catch you staring. You a fan?" He asked in a polite manner. Steve wrinkles his eyebrows. "No, that's a fan." Steve points to the ceiling fan. The man glances briefly at the ceiling fan, and then back at Steve, laughing.

"I'll admit to staring at you, yes, but I don't think I recognize you sorry." Steve continues after the stranger's laughter has died down. He stares at Steve, mouth slightly agape, in a somewhat mortified expression. "Oh shit." The man runs a hand down his face an embarrased manner. "Ohhhnoooo, I must seem like such a douchebag now."

He looks down and away from Steve. "No, no ,no! It's fine! Erm- Are you like famous or something? What's your name? Maybe I've heard of you somewhere!" Steve says hurredly, trying to salvage the conversation. The stranger chuckles. "Uhum, it's Eddie, Eddie Munson. I started a band called Corroded Coffin. Do you listen to Metal?"

Steve shakes his head awkwardly. "No sorry, but those names do ring a bell... Oh!" Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, it's that band Dustin has been raging about, together with the rest of the party. "The kids I babysit won't stop talking about you! You're like their idol. What's a celebrity like you doing in Hawkins then?"

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The guy- Eddie, scratches his neck. "Ah, just visiting home. Taking a break, kind of." Eddie leans an elbow on the counter. "What's model like you doing out here?" He asks in a slightly deeper tone. Steve clears his throat, and turns away to attempt to hide his blush. "Ahaha. I live here. Thanks." Eddie hums, and smiles.

He then notices Robin's fidgeting with the hourglass. "Woah! Holy shit!" Eddie straightens up, no longer leaning on the counter, and stares at the hourglass amazed. Robin hums looking up at Eddie. "Oh, we're demigods. I'm the demigod of sand, this is basically I can do." She says is shrugging.

Eddie turns back to Steve with an excited questioning look. "Both of you? What's your thing then, pretty boy?" Eddie leans on the counter again, this time resting his chin on his hand. Steve hums, and ponders on his next actions. On one hand he could just tell Eddie he is Cupid, on the other hand...

Steve hums, and boldly puts finger on Eddie's chest, sliding it down slowly, while igniting an amount lust within him, that's just edging on too much. Then he looks into Eddie's eyes, and says; "This is." Eddie stares at him, with wide eyes, his face burning red, his mouth just slightly open, as if trying to find something to say, and failing.

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Steve pulls his hand away, and simulteaneously quells any and all lust he awakened within Eddie. "I'm Cupid, basically. I make people fall in love and shit. I can also do that- what I just did." He smiles a bit. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too much, or anything?" Steve looks at him apologetically.

Eddie stares at him a bit longer mouth agape, still blushing. Then he clears his throat, and speaks as casually as he can muster. "Yeah, no, it's cool, it's alright. That was cool, that wasss a-okay!" He grins at back at Steve, who doesn't seem to fully believe him. "You sure? I can imagine it was a bit much."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, seriously, it's cool. Just didn't see it coming is all." Eddie seems to be speaking truthfully, so Steve decides to believe him. "Okay, if you say so." Steve nods as well.

Eddie switches topics. "So, are you single?" Steve looks at him surpised, and pauses. "Uhh... Yes, very much so, actually." He admits blushing a bit. Eddie grins. "How come? I'd imagine you could make anyone fall in love with you, and I mean that both literally and figuratively."

Steve chuckles. "Romantic love spells don't work in my regards, I have to find love the normal way." Steve says rolling his eyes. "So I've remained lonely for a while now." Eddie hums. "Well... This might be a bit forward, but I think-" Eddie leans into Steve's space. "That I should maybe fix that." He then shrugs "But you tell me, Cupid. Are we compatible?"

Eddie looks at Steve expectantly, and Steve pauses to think. "... Yeah, I think we are." He says smiling a bit. They're first date happens just a couple days later.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie fanfic #steddie brainrot #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #ficlet #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #cupid!steve #rockstar!eddie munson

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“are you done yet?”

TLOU2! joel x platonic!reader (or pedro joel, whatever makes u happy)

warnings: nothing tbh, just joel being a grumpy old dad.

summary: after a shift of checking for hoards with joel, you guys decide to ride back to jackson a bit early. due to your curiosity, you end up talking to him longer than joel appreciated.

A/N: hi guys.. erm, this is a "found family" fic, so the reader is pretty much a teen. if this gets any recognition and you repost, don't repost as like a relationship type deal, plz and thx :p also, im like 14 so please excuse how awful the writing is, i'm still trying to get used to it lol

you walk close to joel after you did a few rounds outside of Jackson. with your earbuds in your ears, joel climbs onto the horse before lifting you to sit in front of him. clicking the pause button, you remove the buds and stuff them in your pocket. joel grabs the rein and kicks the horses side as it begins to gallop, slowly picking up speed. it was awkward between the two of you.

“soo..” you started off. “did you hear how dina and ellie are thinking of getting married?” it was painfully silent.

“yes.” he said. his voice was rough but quiet. you keep your grip around his waist the same. “i don’t know if she wants me at the wedding.”

the atmosphere was tense. it was obvious he didn’t feel like talking, let alone to a curious kid. you thought to yourself, should i keep talking? “well, maybe you should ask her. you’re like her dad anyways, right?” he nodded his head before keeping it low.

“you think you’ll get married, joel?” he whipped his head around and glared at you. his eyes said “what are you talking about?” it caused you to laugh. “kid, what are you saying?” you caved in and started giggling. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way! just.. ya know, curious. anyone back home that catches your eye?” he shook his head.

“of course not, son. i prefer being alone. i don’t need a partner.” you look at him. he hadn’t told you about his past, but joel was a handsome man. there was no way he didn’t have a wife before all of this. “you didn’t have a wife before? or even a husband?” he hesitated at first, but opened up. “i did. she uh, left me. so i just had to take care of my daughter alone. it wasn’t too hard.”

“by daughter, do you mean-“

“no, i had a daughter before ellie. sarah.” he rubbed in between his eyes. “i’ll tell you later, ‘kay kiddo? just.. stop asking me questions for right now.”

you looked at him, sticking your tongue out behind his back. the sky got darker and the cold continued to increase in temperature. you held onto him tighter to stay warm.

“what’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” you could hear him groan. “pure silence without the voice of an annoying kid.” you chuckled with pride. “come on, old man. just answer the question!” it was quiet before he spoke again. “ i guess..” he thought for a few seconds. “movies. loved ‘em since i was a little boy.”

smiling, you lay your head on his back. it started to get warmed now that you were closer to him. and he didn’t seem to mind the fact you were practically glued to him. “maybe we could watch a movie later? when you have time, of course.”

he silent nodded his head. “i would like that.” you could hear a smile form on his face.

after your trip with him, you leap off the horse and put your bag on. you holding onto the animal for support while you put on some sneakers. coincidentally, joel place his hand on yours as you meet eyes. “hey, before you go kiddo..” he gave you a soft smile. “uh, thanks for the talk. it was short but.. i appreciate it.”

“psh. no need to thank me, dad-“ you catch yourself. no way you just said that. you put your foot back down and stomped away without looking back. hearing joel’s chuckles from behind, you wave goodbye. so embarrassing.. “i’ll see you later, joel.. looking forward to that movie night.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x platonic reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller #old man joel #father figure joel #found family fic #the last of us #the last of us 2

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Alexander Albon (Williams) - A Secret

Requested: yes

Prompt: Fluffy with Alex

Warnings: none

Rain drizzled down from the sky and lightly pitter pattered against the window. Alex was looking out, dreading wet conditions. "Wet race today. The track has little to no grip as it is." Alex muttered. "You'll be fine Alex. I'm positive." Alex sat admiring his girlfriend Y/n from the window. She looked truly and utterly perfect. "What?" She smiled as she noticed him staring. "Why won't you wear my team clothes?" Alex asked. "Well, last time I checked I don't work for your team." Y/n said, pecking his lips. "I know but one day I'll have you wearing my clothes." he replied. "I already sleep in your jumpers and hoodie though. You've had to go get more." Alex chuckled. "I mean I'd like you to be seen as my girlfriend in public. I love you and I want the world to know that."

"I'd love nothing more than that but it would be seen as unprofessional if they saw a PR dating a driver." Alex nodded. "I should get going. Don't want anyone to see me here." Alex said looking at his watch. Y/n smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. "I'll see you at the track." He softly said. "I'm counting on it." Y/n replied. Alex collected all of his stuff in his back pack and walked towards the door to leave.

Alex opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing his own PR Maddie there with wide eyes. They both stared, neither knowing what to say to the other. "I...erm...I got Y/n a coffee." Maddie mumbled, handing the coffee over. Alex nodded and took the coffee. "I mean, we all had a hunch. You sneaking off to her hotel room kind of gave it away Alex." Alex felt his cheeks heating up. "Tell Y/n I came around and that the coffee is from me and erm... congratulations I suppose." Alex once again nodded before slowly closing the door and returning back to where his now not-so-secret girlfriend was. "Y/n?" he asked. "Yeah? What is it?"

"I think we've been found out." Alex said. "Oh please, how would they find out about us?" Y/n asked. "If they were at the door." She laughed a bit before realising how likely that could have been. "You're takin the piss. This is a joke." He shook his head. "Who?"

"Maddie." She blinked a few times before speaking again. "She was just standing there?" Y/n asked. "Yes." Alex replied. "And she knows?" He nodded. "Yes." She paused for a minute. "You're sure she knows-" Alex cut her off. "Y/n! She knows. Apparently it was obvious." Alex said. The two of them were stressed. How many others knew? How long did they know? "What do we do now?" Y/n asked, running her hands through her hair. "I don't know. Do we just shrug it off and say we were having a sleepover?" She glared at him. "I don't know if you're being serious or not." She muttered. "Seriously, what is there to say? They know so we should just give in and tell them."

"Alex-" She wanted to, but she was more worried about what people would think. "Y/n, I love you and I don't care about what people will think. I've already lost a lot, I can't lose you too." Her eyes went wide as she realised what he thought was going on but on top of that, she realised that he loved her more than she could have imagined. Y/n smiled and walked up to Alex, her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms curled around her waist. "Please, Y/n." he whispered. "You won't lose me. You'll always have me. I'll always love you." Y/n replied through a soft smile. Alex gazed into her eyes lovingly. "I guess I'll alway love you back then."

"You guess?"

"No, no. I know I will."

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #alex albon #alexander albon #alex albon imagine #alex albon oneshot #alex albon fanfic #alex albon x reader #alex albon x you #alex albon x y/n

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sebastianswallows · 1 year

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these kinda go hand in hand for the emoji asks so 👀🤲

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? → Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😂 Oh boy, erm... I got a request for breeding kink with Seb? 👉👈 And I may be going a little overboard with it? Been working on it for two days, this is day 3.

Basically, it's kind of inspired by the myth of Pandora, or rather an interpretation of it.

The existing version is that Pandora's box released demons and evil and diseases into the world, and all that was left in it when it was closed were the good things.

But another interpretation I've read recently is that, perhaps, originally, Pandora's box was the source of all things (hence the name, Pan dora = all gifts). So that means good and bad and war and peace and illness and healing all originated from it. And in that way, it served as a metaphor for the womb, which creates all of humanity with all of humanity's potential for good and bad.

And from all that, I came up with the idea that Seb found this magical box that gave you whatever you need, kind of like the Room of Requirement that you could carry around lol. But you needed a special key to open it, and that key was... proof of love 👀 Cum, the key to opening it is girl cum and boy cum.

That's it, that's the fic. I'm halfway done at 5k words and I want to pull my hair out. It is smut from start to finish. And to make it more ✨fun✨, it's noncon, and my goodness do I hope the anon who sent the request won't mind, because it's comin' 😅

Anyway, thank you for your questions, nonny! 💕

And here's the hastily written and not proofread snippet. Below the cut, because NSFW:

He looked at her intensely, breathless, watching every frown and tensing of her face while his finger eased itself past her hole. He pressed in almost shyly, then retreated, then pressed in deeper, making her moan. Her hips twitched beneath him, trying to buck him off. To soothe her, he flicked her clit a little harder, distracting her with pleasure from the pain of piercing her.

“Shhh… shhh… there there,” he gentled with a whisper. “I just want to feel what you’re like inside…”

His thumb eased on her clit and he removed it, leaning closer instead to touch it with his tongue. She yelped and her hips jumped, but he held her down firmly while working his finger deeper, deeper, a little bit deeper inside with each thrust. Slowly, Sebastian curled his tongue beneath her hub, just letting it rest there as his lips slowly closed around it.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her back arching, head thrashing left and right, her hands twisting senselessly into the rope. “Sebastian, it’s too… too much…”

He hummed as he suckled on her clit, sucking the taste of her flesh off of her. Her little pearl warmed up on his receiving flesh. Beneath, he removed his index finger and moved it instead to part one of her folds, now so much more swollen and throbbing, and placed in its stead his thicker middle finger in her hole. Rubbing back and forth gently, he opened her up a little wider, groaning at how her soft channel hugged him from every side. Her wetness dripped out of her around his knuckles, coating her upper thighs. She clenched when he shoved the digit all the way inside, her whimpers drowned out by Sebastian’s hungry moan when he felt the end of her on the tip of his finger.

“Stop it!” she hissed through clenching teeth.

Her legs struggled and moved until he caught one of them in his hand and held her by the knee close to his neck, folding her open while he ate at her, licking and sucking and teasing her with kisses from her clit to her hole where his finger teased her open. He parted from her with a suckling pull at her folds, then began kissing her inner thigh while he thrust his finger faster and faster, preparing her for what he was about to do.

“Why is it so difficult for you to accept being loved?” asked Sebastian, looking tiredly into her eyes, his lips against her skin, breath fanning over her most sensitive place that burned and leaked with her pleasure. It didn’t even sound like a tease, it sounded as if he was… sad for her, and genuinely curious to know the answer. “You’re not afraid of me,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “not really… You’re afraid of being vulnerable. With me...”

#sswallow;answers #sebastian sallow #hl #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Chapter 1

Roger's Route

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The hunter from the story “Snow White” was ordered by the Queen to take Snow White into the woods and kill her.

However, he left her in the woods without killing her, because he pitied her.

Instead of hers, he brought back the internal organs of a wild boar to the Queen as evidence.

Was his treachery evil, or—?

…

That night, I found out about a forbidden secret that I shouldn't have known, and was made to work as a fairytale writer for one month.

Victor, the Queen’s aide, made a suggestion.

Victor: Your job as a fairytale writer is to keep a record of Crown’s movements, which means that you need to develop a greater understanding of the members.

Victor: Therefore, Miss Kate, this is your very first task.

Victor: Pick a member of Crown and spend a day together pretending to be lovers. Yay!

…

(Yay… that’s easy for you to say!)

I was at my wits’ end as I stared at the members of Crown who had gathered in the dining room.

(Lovers for a day. I can’t imagine any of them being willing to help me out with such a troublesome task.)

(I mean, was there truly a need for this in the first place!?)

Liam: Hey, Kate. I heard from Victor that you have to choose someone to be your lover for a day.

Harrison: So, who do you intend to ask for the favour?

Kate: Erm…

Roger: Say, young lady.

Roger: Can I be a candidate for the position as your one-day lover?

Kate: … Roger.

Roger was a former doctor. And I must admit, he appeared to be the most decent person in Crown.

(Perhaps he’s offering to help me because he can’t stand watching in silence?)

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and so I boldly nodded in agreement.

Kate: Yes, please. If it won’t be too much of a hassle to you.

Roger: Rather than a hassle, it’d be of “great help” to me. Moreover, you’re exactly my type, so there won't be problems.

Kate: … T-Type?

Roger: What’s surprising about that? It’s the same with food. People have preferences when it comes to looks, you know?

(I- I guess so.)

Roger: — Now that it's been decided, let’s go on a date right away. Come with me.

Kate: Wah! Roger, wait!

Liam: Ah… and there he goes.

Harrison: My condolences.

…

(— I… I… I was completely fooled!)

Roger dragged me to his lab and passed me a large stack of reference papers.

Roger: I needed an extra pair of hands to sort out these documents, you’re a lifesaver.

Kate: So this is why you said that I’d be of “great help”.

Roger: Haha. What did you think?

Roger wore an egotistical smile on his face, befitting of a villain.

Crown was a group of quirky people, there was no way this man would be an exception.

(But I can’t let him take advantage of me so easily.)

I looked up at him while tidying the documents before me.

Kate: I’ll help you organise your documents. But in return for that, I want you to let me stay by your side all day.

Roger: Huh?

Roger: Are you looking to deepen your knowledge of me as a fairytale writer? That's pretty commendable of you.

Roger: That’s fine, do as you please. At your own risk, that is.

Kate: At my own risk…

Roger: You already know what my curse is, right? Victor must’ve shown you the documents about curses.

Every one of the members of Crown was “cursed”, and a certain number of “cursed ones” have always existed in this world.

Many fairy tales were written based on these “cursed ones”.

Now, that nexus has been reversed, and the curses became known as “fairy tale curses”.

(And Roger’s curse is…)

Kate: Your curse is the one that inspired the creation of the hunter in Snow White. Your fate is “to commit a betrayal”.

Roger smiled as if to confirm that.

Roger: That’s to say, there’s no knowing when I’ll betray someone.

Roger turned his amber eyes on me and twirled my hair around his finger.

Roger: That applies to you too, Kate.

Roger: — Will I ever commit a betrayal? Is it going to be evil? Think about it with your head.

Kate: My head?

Roger: Yeah, I like it the most when women can think for themselves. I’d want someone like that as my lover, you know?

Roger: That’s all the documents. Thanks.

Roger: Well then, shall we head out?

Kate: Now?

Roger: Now. If you can keep up with me all day, I’ll reward you, lovely young lady. Come, let’s go.

Kate: Wah! Wait, Roger!

…

Without hesitation, Roger started walking with his arm thrown around my shoulder.

(I can’t escape even if I tried to.)

His arms and chest are different from mine.

If this man were to pin me down, I definitely wouldn't be able to break free.

Ellis: Oh, it’s Kate and Roger.

Ellis: Fufu… you seem to be very close.

Roger: Yeah, we’re lovers. We should show that off.

Kate: It’s only for today.

Roger: Haha, what was that for? You’re so unfriendly.

Ellis: That sounds like fun. If you're having fun…

Ellis: “I might join you later”.

…

Without informing me of our destination, Roger kept walking—.

(How did I get myself into this?)

We were at a tavern in town, and Roger was drinking a mug of beer.

Roger: Phew. Feels like I’ve been revived.

Kate: Was your “business” just… drinking…?

Roger: Hmm— seems that way?

(Roger has been pushing me around for quite a while now.)

(If he’s not going to tell me anything himself, then I’ll have to get as much information out of him as I can.)

It didn't make sense for a fairytale writer to go “I know nothing about him”.

Kate: You worked as a doctor before joining Crown, right?

Roger: Hm? Yeah, my father and I were both doctors. He’s still running the clinic, he’s doing well.

Kate: If that's the case, then why did you join Crown…?

Roger: Because it's interesting.

Kate: What.

Roger: There is a surprisingly large amount of information about the lives of people with curses that has yet to be uncovered.

Roger: Is there any research topic that can be more interesting than that? That’s why I joined Crown, it’s full of specimens for me to observe.

Roger: That’s all there is to it.

Roger: Oh, and I’m not a doctor. — I’m a “former” doctor.

Roger: It’s not a very big difference, but it’d be selfish of me to still call myself a doctor while being a member of Crown.

Kate: That’s…

Just then, I heard someone’s voice—.

???: Thank you so much for waiting, Roger!

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil story event #niki translates

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The tales of Tessa

hey lovely's, this was requested by the one and only @ladmarkinnit

this is a one shot POV from the point of view of tessa in their 'Anyone but her' series (y/n x Janis). In this story i will be referring to y/n as milo

at the mean time this will only remain as a one shot however maybe in the future it could become a series.

anywho on to the story

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I'm home alone when I get a text from my cousin saying she is outside and needs my help.

I walk down the black spray painted metal spiral staircase that connects my room that's in the loft to the 2nd floor of the house. I rush down the 2nd set of stairs and unlock the door, Regina comes crashing through the door in a frantic pace.

"Whoa, you okay? what's happening?" I ask concerned

"What's going on with milo and Janis? Are they dating or not?" she asks agitated

"Erm, I'm not sure if they are dating however I know they both have feelings for each other, why? "

She paces back and forth having an internal conflict debating weather to tell me what's on her mind or not

"I think .."

"I -"

"OH MY GOD SPIT IT OUT ALREADY" I exclaim

"Ihaveacrushonmilo" she says

"YOU WHAT!?"

" I KNOW I KNOW"

"BUT YOUR WITH AARON"

"I KNOW, PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE, ITS THE COUSINS RULE"

As I am about to say something, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see that it is Cady, and I show Regina and she gives me a nod to answer.

"Hey girl, what's up?" I ask

"You will never guess what... JANIS AND MILO ARE DATING!" she screams down the phone that I have to pull it away from my ear.

oh no I thought to myself, I whipped my head and looked at Regina and the look on her face told me she heard it. Face like thunder she grabs her things and storms through the front door and before I could stop her she slams the door in my face.

"You had to say that loud didn't you" I hung up the phone and run out the door and see Regina getting in her car. I quickly run over and open the passenger door.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Never been better" she says with a devilish smile, obviously concocting one of her devious plans.

"hey, Gina, don't do anything you will regret at the end of it okay" knowing what I won't stop her but hopefully will make her think about it.

"Don't worry I won't" she says still grinning and leaning across the passenger side to shut the door and drives away.

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I am running around on the pitch practicing my tackles when I see a familiar face walking towards the bench. Aaron Samuels, every time I look at him my heart skips a beat, and I know it so wrong to feel this way about my best friend's brother and my cousins boyfriend, but it just feels so right. I walk up to him and grab my water off the bench and look up at him and I notice his beautiful ocean eyes are red and puffy.

"hey are you alright?" I ask softly as we both go to sit on the bench.

"Regina just broke up with me" he says heartbroken.

"oh Aaron I am so sorry, do you want to talk about it ?"

"No not really just needed to see a kind face right now, and I remembered that you have rugby practice and well my feet did the rest"

He lifts his head and looked me in the eyes and I gave him an encouraging smile.

That's when an idea popped into my head, and I bent down to take off my boots and put my trainers back on. I stand up and take his hands into mine and pull him off the bench.

"Come on, we are going to the beach" I say with a smile.

Before I moved away when I was younger, me, Milo and Aaron would always run to the beach at every chance we got, it became our place, a place where we could find escapism and just breath and let go of the pressure of the world. Yes I know its hard to think that we had troubles at a young age but if you have met my cousin you would know that she has been Queen Bee since she left the womb, well in my world she has been. Always the favourite, the prettiest out of the both of us, while I just got forgotten about. This is why I loved our beach days because no matter what when we were there it was just us and together and no one got forgotten about.

When me and Aaron arrive at the beach I could tell that his face started to light up a bit, a slight smile starting to crack through his stone like features. I jump out of the car and run over to the passenger side and dragged him out. We ran down the little sandy path towards the sound of crashing waves.

"The last one there is a rotten egg" I say giggling while running.

"Hey no fair you got a head start"

"I don't make the rules" I say sticking out my tongue in a playful way.

As I am running I kick off my shoes and take off my socks. Aaron follows my lead just before I go to jump into the water, I take off my sports crop top, leaving me in my sports bra and sport shorts. Just as I am about to splash my feet in the brisk sea water, when I feel a pair of arms wrap around my stomach and lift me off the floor, swinging me in a circle.

He carries me in to the water with him, him making first contact with the water.

"Hey no fair I was here first" he loosened his grip so I was able to turn and face him. His hands grazing against my skin when doing so sent butterflies throughout my whole body.

Still in his grip he says "I don't make the rules" with a grin spread across his face.

"There's the Aaron I know and love, don't you ever let yourself cry over a girl who doesn't know what she had right in front of her, even if she was my cousin"

we stare in to each others eyes the space between us becoming less and less. As he still holds me by the waist we float in the water, on of his hands leave my waist and brushes the hair out of my face, looking deep into my eyes as he leans in and places a soft kiss on to my lips.

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now head on over to @ladmarkinnit's page to read the full story.

I hope you liked Tessa's POV :)

#mean girls #mean girls movie #mean girls x reader #fyp #fyppage #janis imi'ike #regina george #viral #cady heron #aaron samuels x reader #fanfic

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Poltergeist Chapter 11

Arashi: [ Once upon a time, there lived a Princess with a very beautiful heart. Of course, she was not only beautiful on the inside, but in her outward appearance too,… … and the name of this Princess was Narukami Arashi. ]

Scenario Writer: Akira Season: Winter Characters: Mikejima Madara, Narukami Arashi, Sakasaki Natsume, Aoba Tsumugi

< The video: Early afternoon that day. In the Common Room at Dancing Cranes Home. >

Arashi: [ Once upon a time, there lived a Princess with a very beautiful heart.

Of course, she was not only beautiful on the inside, but in her outward appearance too,… … and the name of this Princess was Narukami Arashi. ]

Arashi: [ However, there was someone who did not like the Princess at all. That person was the Queen of the country, who had a beautiful appearance but possessed an ugly and twisted heart.

—Hmm? The Queen’s name? Well, for now, let’s call her Madara ♪

And although the Queen was the stepmother of the beautiful Princess, there was no familial love between them—

—because the black-hearted Queen was wildly jealous of her step-daughter’s great beauty.

Today, as she always did, the Queen asked of her magic mirror which only reflects the truth—

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

—Eh? You’re saying that would be Narukami Arashi?

Grrr~! So infuriating! If only that person weren’t here, I would surely be the most beautiful in the whole wide world! ]

Arashi: [ That’s it, I should get rid of that beautiful Narukami Arashi! Then, I will be the most beautiful person in the world! MA~MAMAMAMAMA! (1) (Laughter) ]

Tsumugi: What an interesting story! It’s full of openings for a straight man (2) to interact with!

Natsume: SeriousLY? How can you lie to the children like thIS? What’s this about the Princess’ name being Narukami Arashi?

Arashi: Hmph! That’s fine, isn’t it! Fairy tales are for living your dreams, aren’t they! I want to be a Princess too!

Natsume: WeLL, I do understand how you feEL, but won’t the children be confused to hear you’re playing the Princess roLE?

Arashi: Hold on! Why would that result in any confusion, is there a law that says a Princess must be female?! What does it matter anyway; fairy tales are fantasies, after all!

Madara: Urm. By the way, why am I laughing like that humongous character in One P*ece (1)? That’s a reeeally strange character to be portraying me as, isn’t it?

Arashi: Fufu! While I was reading the manga, the thought, “Ah, this person is just like Mama” went through my mind!

Madara: All the same, I’m not that huge either, am I?

Arashi: Ohh seriously, that’s enough. Stop interrupting and watch quietly!

Arashi: Erm, actually... One of the reasons I’m showing you guys this segment of the video was because I wanted to showcase how especially charming I was as I read the picture book to the children. However—

—There’s another reason as to why I want you to see this.

Somehow, as I was reading the picture book to the children, some of them had very strange reactions to the story… …

Madara: Huh? Strange reactions—?

Arashi: Yes. I mentioned encountering an “unusual incident” earlier, didn’t I?

By the way, you might have already guessed it by now, but the title of the fairy tale I was reading to the children was “Snow White”.

There were a few pages missing in the picture book for some reason, so I improvised by doing up a few sketches and adding them in.

Look, this scene in particular is my favourite—

The scene where Narukami Arashi, with the seven cute dwarves—Sorry, I mean the four foolish Knights—repel the assassins dispatched by the evil Queen together ♪

Natsume: That’s amaziNG. You’re casually altering the plot of the story as you pleaSE.

Madara: Er, how can you just get rid of the assassins sooo easily? The story would just end there, wouldn't it?

Arashi: That doesn’t matter~, the ending’s the only part that needs to make sense in the end—No, in fact all will be well as long as the story ends well.

Most people will be satisfied as long as the story ends with—”And they all lived happily ever after.”

Tsumugi: Indeed. That much is true.

Madara: But then, what about the strange reactions you mentioned the children having earlier? Right now, the only thing I find odd is how they’re able to listen to this story so attentively to the very end, though?

Arashi: That’s what’s coming up next. See, it’s the last scene of the most beautiful Princess in the world, Narukami Arashi’s—or rather Snow White’s—story now. It seems this picture book is pretty faithful to the original, truly scary “dark fairy tales” because—

The Princess made the Queen dance on a scorching hot iron plate as revenge for all the terrible things she had done.

It’s meant to be a satisfying scene where good triumphs over evil, and the evil villain gets their just desserts, right?

Arashi: However, as I was enthusiastically reading that scene out loud, several of the children started crying—

—and they definitely weren't tears of joy.

Arashi: They weren’t quietly sobbing either. They started shrieking loudly all of a sudden, as if possessed by demons, or evil spirits—

Some of the children even started throwing up uncontrollably.

I was at a total loss for what to do—I almost started crying myself.

Fortunately, one of the staff came hurrying over right away and soothed the agitated children, calming them down.

Natsume: OhHH? How impressiVE. I guess that’s a genuine professional childcare worker for yOU.

Tsumugi: Hmm~. Getting children to stop crying once they start is no easy task, though… …

Arashi: No. The children’s crying stopped instantly. It seemed as if a magic spell had been cast on them.

Natsume: … … Could it be the children were administered an inhalant sedatiVE?

Arashi: No, it didn’t seem like that at all.

Looking back on it now, the method of it was really baffling, though… …

That staff worker simply went around whispering something into the children’s ears, but they recovered and stopped crying immediately.

What was that all about, I wonder? With everything that’s happened, and now, the children’s strange reactions—there’s definitely something odd going on here.

Madara: Hmmm… … Can I just ask—were all the children in the room crying at the same time when the tears started?

Arashi: Why are you asking about that? If I think back on it though, among the children… … I recall it seemed to be the older kids who started crying first—?

Up until that moment, they had been behaving very maturely, in a manner way beyond their years, which was why their reaction came as such a sudden shock to me.

The younger ones must’ve felt the same way too, and started to panic and cry themselves when they saw the older children cry—

—And they were the ones who continued crying for a long time after, for some reason.

Madara: Hmmm. I see. A great deal is starting to fall into place nowww.

Tsumugi: Oh my… …? Do you have any idea about what transpired during that strange event, Mikejima-kun?

Madara: Well, there’re some things which seem reeeally odd to me, which is why I’m just inquiring casually about them.

I’ll start looking into the situation more closely tomorrow, taking into account what I’ve heard from Arashi-san.

Indeed. This is only just a ‘hunch’ of mine, but—

—there’s a possibility an unbelievably tragic incident or accident might have taken place in the history of that Dancing Cranes Home.

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 10 / Chapter 12

Translator’s Notes:

Arashi is mimicking the laugh of Charlotte LinLin, https://onepiece.fandom.com/wiki/Charlotte_Linlin/Abilities_and_Powers a OnePiece character with tremendous strength and endurance. Her nickname is Big Mom (Biggu Mamu, haha), and her height is 8.80m (28 feet 10 inches) tall.

Tsumugi says “tsukkomi” which comes from “boke and tsukkomi” or “Wise Guy and Straight Man” of the Japanese comedic duo routine known as “Manzai” (漫才) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manzai

It's not proofed, so if you have any feedback, please DM me.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #sakasaki natsume #aoba tsumugi #narukami arashi #new color #poltergeist #mam #pop culture reference #One Piece #Snow White

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I Love Hate You

Pairing: Draco and Y/N Warning: Draco not loving you, some yelling, ignoring, slightly swearing, harsh words, jealous Draco and crying

Summary:

(Credits to: @slytherinqueenrose for the idea)

Draco and Y/N are the sworn enemies since the very first day they met. Yet, they both come from wealthy pure blood families and their parents arrange their wedding. Draco is pissed off and even after the wedding, he offends her and treats her like the worst piece of trash. A year later, she stops trying to make him fall in love, she no longer talks to him, even leaves the house for the whole day, sometimes she doesn’t come back until the morning and he slowly starts missing her. Then, he notices how close she grew with some random muggle so he’s trying everything to win her back because he realises he truly loves her

Song reccomended to listen while reading: Loose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

A/N: Thank you so much @slytherinqueenrose for the idea. I seem to be inactive nowadays here on tumblr but you gave me such brilliant ideas! Ilysm <3

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“Mother.. Do I really have to do this?” I asked my mother who was busy wearing her jewels.

“Yes. How many times do I have to tell you? You and Draco are getting married. There’s no buts and that’s all final.” My mom stood up from her chair and rested a hand my shoulder.

“You and him match. You’re both gonna bring such beautiful children. Be thankful me and your father convinced the Malfoys.” She whispered, me having shivers down my spine.

She then walked away and left me with thoughts.

Yeah. Me and Draco were enemies ever since the beginning. Ever since we were 11! We only knew each other because our parents would visit each other every week. Yet, I still remember how we met!

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*FLASHBACK*

I was just going to my living room to return something my mom told until I see a blonde haired boy casting a spell on a certain item.. MY MUM’S SPECIAL PLATE?!

I immediately placed the item I’ve been holding and ran over to the boy.

“Hey! Stop it! Please! That’s my mum’s special plate! Please stop using your wand!” I yelled, trying to remove the wand off the blonde haired boy’s hand.

“It’s me who’s gonna decide wether I do or not. So, I’ll not give it back, thank you!” He smirked, removing the charm off the plate then it fell, breaking.

“NO!” I yelled, looking at the scattered pieces of the plate.

“Oops.” He sarcastically said.

“You’re gonna pay for this! Erm.. BLONDE HAIRED BOY!” I screamed at him.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT, FILTHY PURE- BLOOD! I AM DRACO, DRACO MALFOY! AND YOU’RE FILTHY LITTLE Y/N.” He yelled back.

“I AM NOT FILTHY-“ before I could even finish my sentence, I heard a woman gasping in shock.

“Y/N Y/LN! WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU BROKE MY SPECIAL PLATE ABD YOU COULD’VE HURT DRACO!” I turned to look at my mom, who was furious.

“Mom! But it wasn’t even-“ my mom cut me off by dragging me, leaving the room and only seeing Draco smirking evil like before I did.

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*END OF FLASHBACK*

I just sighed. Why Draco? Why not anyone else? I’m just too confused right now.

As I was just staring at the ceiling, someone came in. And at my surprise, it was Draco.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/LN. I’m only here to check if you’re not planning to cancel our so called “marriage.” It’s the only way to make my parents proud at me. So, I’ve got my eye on you.” He said, with a stern voice, giving me a glare then left, slamming the door.

I just rolled my eyes. He is so annoying! But… It’s the only way to make his parents proud? At him? What does he mean by that? No no no no! Y/N! Don’t think about him now. It’s worthless! Plus, the wedding’s tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll ever survive this hectic world!

While I was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I yelled.

“It’s me, Miss Y/LN. Your house elf.” The speech was quite muffled but I heard it.

“Come in I guess.” I said as they open the door, with a white dress which I suppose was my wedding dress.

“Oh..” I only looked at it but the house elf started to talk.

“Your mother ordered me to tell you to wear it and check if it suits you. If not, I shall escort you to your mother’s wedding gown room.” The house elf told.

“Okay. You may leave now.” I grabbed the dress and they leave, closing the door.

I sighed, looking at the dress again. It’s not gonna catch Draco’s eyes anyways. Well. Unless if it’s someone who he has a crush on.

I removed what I was wearing then wore the dress. I removed my hair tie then my hair swiftly went out of it. I went over to the mirror, looking at myself. You might think I was happy but, I had a frown plastered all over my face.

I took the crown which I was supposed to wear for the wedding and wore the necklace.

“Pfft. This is so useless.” I started removing all the accessories and wore my nightgown.

I went out of my room, informing the house elf about my dress and they just nodded. I then left to go to my living room but, as soon as I was about to enter inside, there was a slight open space on the door, only leaving me to see Draco talking to someone.

“Why do I have to marry her? Why can’t it be Astoria? She’s better than this filthy rubbish.” He said.

“Draco! Don’t talk bad about your fiancé! Be thankful you’re getting married. It took time for me to get married to your father!” A woman’s voice responded. I guess it was his mother.

“Well! You married someone you love so why can’t I marry someone I love? Astoria? Why can’t it be her?” He said, I feel tears rolling down my face but I just wiped it anyway.

“Draco.. Astoria has a blood curse. It’ll be risky when you two will have a kid. She’ll die anytime but for Y/N? You can have so much children as you want. You should continue to bloodline! They’re rich, they’re all Slytherins and, they’re pure-bloods!” She stood up from her chair, Draco sighing.

“Fine. I’m only doing this because… You know what! Never mind.. Sorry, mother.” He stood up as well, about to go out of the door but I immediately left and hid behind one of the walls.

“My baby boy has grown so well.” Narcissa kissed his cheek, Draco being still and idle.

I decided not to watch more since my eyes were starting to get blurry due to tiredness. I ran to my room and turned off all the lights, only leaving me with the moonlight.

As I was about to get myself ready to sleep and get comfortable in my bed, a repeated knock was heard on the door.

“Please! I’m about to go to slee-“ I got cut off by Draco rushing inside.

“My mother ordered me to invite you to my room. She says “it’s nice if you’d two sleep together so when you both are married, you’ll get used to it.” But, when we do, I do not want any single touch from you. And, I want you to be in a long distance. My bed is big so don’t worry about leaving tons of space.” He says, fixing his sleeve, not even giving me eye contact.

“Oh don’t worry. I don’t even wanna be close to you! I’m only marrying you because our parents arranged it.” I said, grabbing my pillow.

“You talk so much! This is the first reason why I hate you.” He said, opening the door and closing it before I even tried to get out.

“Ever heard of a word called gentleman?!” I yelled, opening the door for myself and closing it after I went outside.

“Perhaps I’m not one when it comes to you.” He muttered. I just rolled my eyes.

He took out his wand and apparated us to his room which, I expected, was big.

“You sleep on the left and I sleep on the right. Keep what I just said on your mind. Understand?” He raised a brow.

“Yeah whatever.” I just flipped my hair and went to the left side of the bed, giving him too much space.

I then felt the bed shake which meant he’s on the bed as well. I decided to turn my right, only ending up staring directly into his eyes in a far distance.

“What did I say?” He asked.

“You never said I could never turn to my sides.” I said, annoyed and decided to turn back to my left.

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*THE DAY OF THE WEDDING*

Three women helped decorate the rest of my dress. Well, they added a few sparkles and gems of course. Later that, they attached my veil.

“Miss. Y/LN! We won’t be able to call you that anymore since you’re marrying such a wealthy man. You’re extremely lucky!” One of them said. I just faked a chuckle.

“Haha! Totally..” I mumbled as I wore my crown and got my bouquet of flowers.

“Are you ready, Miss?” They asked, I just nodded.

“I was born ready.” I smiled then went out of the changing room, getting inside the carriage.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the place where I’ll get married. A luxurious one actually.

“My daughter!” My father yelled and slowly came to hug me.

“Hello, father.” I smiled at him.

“Good luck, Y\N. Now, go to your groom.” My mom said, giving me the look.

“Yes mother…” I just mumbled then started walking down the aisle.

As I was walking, I can see Draco staring at me. Not filled with love or shock. But instead, with disgust.

I just gulped. I didn’t really like this feeling where there are stares everywhere.

I finally reached the place where Draco was and I was on the opposite side of him. Him facing me and me facing him.

After a few minutes of speaking, this word finally came…

“Now. Will you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, take Y/N Y/LN as your lawfully wedded wife?”

Draco just stood in silence until he broke it.

“I… Do.” He says, kinda muttering it.

“And now. Will you, Y/N Y/LN take Draco Lucius Malfoy as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” I said, plainly.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The man said, Draco just glaring at me.

He then came closer to me, removing my veil off my face.

He then leaned in my ear to whisper something.

“This kiss means nothing.” He then grabbed my chin and kissed me.

I never really kissed anyone but, he stole it. Yeah it meant nothing but it meant something… Special? To me.

He then pulled out and cheers scattered all around the room.

“I announce you two, husband and wife” The man said as Draco lightly scoffed but covered it with a cough.

A few hours passed, we even danced together but he kept stepping on my feet all the time. Of course he did it on purpose.

“You know, you look ugly in that dress. It would’ve been Astoria in it but, look at what a mistake you are.” He said, me trying so hard not to tear up.

“I know. I’ll get out of this dress don’t worry..” I said, sighing. I actually had a plan. Well. I’ll probably seduce him as what my mom said, she does want a child after me getting married to him.

“Yeah. And then next you’ll get out of my life.” He then walked away.

“Yeah you’ll see..” I muttered.

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We both arrived at the Manor, him leading me to his room.

“Now, don’t ever think of messing up my room. And yes. It’s still consider as MY room.” He said, giving me another infamous glare of his.

“Why would I even think of that?” I asked, removing my crown and placing it down my luggage.

“Because you’re pathetic and filthy.” He sarcastically smiled then went to his bathroom. This was my final chance.

I took off my dress and I was left in my lingerie. I hope this’ll work but, I know what I’m doing is wrong. We are enemies but, I’m only doing this to continue the bloodline.

Later then, he left the bathroom, staring at me as he went out.

“Do you think I’m a joke?” He said, still staring at my half-naked body.

“Draco.. It’s just.. I can’t resist you hating me….” I said, slowly walking closer to him.

He scoffed then smirked.

“Oh well you’re not gonna get all horny all over me, darling. And, I’m too disappointed on calling you such special names that I could’ve called another person. Merlin, your body is disgusting.” He spatted out.

I felt tears rolling down my face but I just wiped it away.

“But Drac-“ I was cut off by him walking past me, slamming the door shut as he leaves.

“Well.. That was mission unaccomplished.” I whispered to myself.

I took my nightgown and wore it. I then took my hairbrush and started brushing my hair.

While I was doing so, I was adding my facial cream. After all my daily routine, I hopped on his bed. I’m getting kinda used to sleeping next to him but, I wanted even more than that.

I just shook my thoughts off and then drifted off to sleep.

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*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

“Draco.. Why can’t you stay for a bit long? I’m your wife!” I yelled, him just grunting.

“CAN YOU STOP WITH ALL THIS NONSENSE, Y/N? FOR GOD’S SAKE, PLEASE. STOP.” He yelled back.

“Alr…Alright.” I said, muttering as he leaves.

I was getting used to all the yelling so, it’s not a problem for me anyway. I know he “loves” me. And I “love” him too. But this hatred has to end.

He always went out. Leaving me all alone in the manor. Well maybe not that alone. His parents would visit and there’s house elves here anyway. But the good thing I liked about being alone is that I could distract myself from him. I’d do some dances and even paint my nails.

But right now, I feel like taking a shower so, I went to grab my towel and entered inside the bathroom, locking it and removing my clothes.

I stepped on the bathtub then started filling it up with water.

Once the water was all up, bubbles were formed, I laid my head on the wall.

I kept thinking of what it was like if Draco actually loves me. I know I hate him but, since we’re engaged, he should stop with his child-like actions.

I scrubbed soap all over my body then a few minuets later, I stood up to get my bath robe and hair towel.

I brushed my teeth then gargled some mouthwash.

“All clean.” I smiled at the mirror then went outside the bathroom.

Draco isn’t here which I expected so, I didn’t really mind.

I wore my clothes then started to dry my hair.

After doing all so, I grabbed a book and sat on the bean bag chair.

I was relaxed. No problem at all. Until a few hours later, Draco came back.

He was frustrated when he did so, I stood up to let my book down and ask about it.

“Draco.. What’s with the.. Face?” I asked, trying hard not to make him even more provoked.

“And what’s with the question? Thought we hated each other.” He pushed pass me and started removing his suit and tie, throwing them to the ground before entering the bathroom.

I stood up and ran to get his clothes. He always was this messy. The good thing is that we had house elves. Without them, I bet every girl will dislike him. Well. Except for me. So he must be thankful.

I went out to go inform one of the house elves to wash his clothes then after that, I entered inside his room again.

“Messy boy.” I muttered under my breath.

“What’d you say?” A voice suddenly said.

“MERLIN!” I yelled.

“And look how much of a coward you are. That’s another reason why I hate you.” He spatted out.

“Yeah definitely..” I grabbed a towel and started rubbing it on his hair.

“And who gives you the rights to do that?” He harshly got the towel from my hand and did it instead.

“Geez.. I was just trying to help..” I said, trying to look down at him.

“You’re no help at all you fucking imbecile.” He said, no regret at all.

I just looked away. He really is this rude.

I just glared at him then grabbed my pillow and an extra blanket.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a raised brow.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch outside. I thought you’d never ask.” I responded, plainly.

“I never wanted to anyway.” He said, pushing me outside his room.

I just stood in front of his entrance to his room in silence. I.. Tried SO hard to make him love me for the past few weeks.. I wanted to give up but it was for the sake of his and mine’s parents.

I went down to his living room, placing my pillow and covered myself with the blanket.

I stared at the celling. I was thinking of how’d he’d love me even if we hated each other in the past but, it’s worthless to do so.

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*NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE*

This kept on going on and on. Fights… Filthy words and accusing. Y/N kept trying her best to just feel loved by Draco. But whenever she does, she’d always fail. Every week.. Every month.. She tries her hardest best. But now it has been a year. She decided to give up and even sneak out of the manor to seek out for those who would be glad to help her go through her situation at the manor. Well, perhaps she has been meeting a certain person.

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I grabbed my coat and handbag. I had to meet up with Y/F today and, it has always been a secret. I mean, I already gave up with Draco since he’s been too harsh over the past year so, I’m used to whatever he says. He’d either go “Stupid” or “Filthy” and that he preferred a girl named Astoria Greengrass.

I wasn’t jealous of her but, I bet she made him better whenever he’s around her.

I shook my thoughts off with wearing my sunglasses then leaving the manor without a sound.

I ran… Ran… And ran until I reached my friend’s place. Well, I probably took the carriage as well since his place was in the muggle world. I forgot to get my wand and, it’s really understandable, right?

“Y/N! You came!” He said, smiling.

“Why’d you think I won’t? We’ve been friends for almost a year now! I’d never leave you behind.” I smiled back, blushing.

“So how’s your… Life there back at the manor? Any.. Changes?” He asked, fiddling his fingers.

“The casual answer.” I said, with no life at all.

“Understandable.” He stood up and grabbed my hand.

“You’ll get through it. I promise.” He smiled which made my heart beat even more faster.

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*DRACO’S PERSPECTIVE*

I woke up with the curtains closed. It normally would be open but, I didn’t care anyway.

I looked at the side of my bed and, Y/N wasn’t there. She hasn’t been present for the past few days whenever I wake up but, why would I care? I mean.. I’d care when she doesn’t come back for one day but, I still wouldn’t care less.

I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I looked over to her side table and noticed her wand.

“So she decided to leave it here huh.” I whispered, taking it.

I remember duelling with her on our 2nd year. God she’d always loose and, I’d always fling her wand every time. This thought made me chuckle until I had the greatest idea.

I checked the history of her wand and, it recently was the apparition charm.

“This is odd..” I whispered to myself until I saw the location of the setting.

“A muggle place? How dare she-…” I suddenly noticed something. Has she been meeting up with someone who I don’t know? Well, I’ll figure that out now. I fixed myself by wearing my black suit and fixing my hair. I was ready to cast that charm and catch that runaway girl.

I casted the spell then it lead me to the muggle place. The place was small but, the windows were exposed. I saw her talking to a… MAN?!

Their conversation was really muffled so I couldn’t really hear something but.. SERIOUSLY?! A FUCKING MAN? OH THAT IS IT.

My blood boiled, only by seeing her with him. I’m honestly so MAD right now.

I swayed my way to the entrance of the door and barged into the house.

“MERLIN WHAT WAS THAT!” The man yelled, Y/N immediately screaming.

“Fuck you.” I said, sternly giving him a look then turned to Y/N who was filled with shock.

“Care to explain?!” I yelled, her being scared until the man decided to block my view of her.

“A husband shouldn’t yell to his own wife. If you were a real husband you would know about that.” He said, giving me a sharp glare.

“As if you are her husband to say that to me.” I pushed him and grabbed Y/N’s wrists tightly.

“You are coming with me, young lady.” I said through gritted teeth and apparated us back to the manor.

She let go of my hands and started yelling at me.

“LET GO OF ME, YOU MONSTER!” She yelled.

“I’M SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT TO YOU. WHO WOULD SNEAK OUT AND SOMETIMES NEVER COME BACK FOR ONE DAY!?” I yelled back.

“YOU DO THAT TOO!” She yelled again.

“BUT I COME BACK. UNLIKE YOUR PATHETIC SELF, WOULDN’T.” I yelled back.

“WHY DON’T YOU FILE FOR A DIVORCE THEN?! I TRIED SO FUCKING HARD TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME BUT YOU JUST MADE IT ALL IN A PILE OF SHIT!” She slammed the door shut when she left. I was just left speechless. I’d normally try to act high but.. Today was different..

I felt.. Sad.. Emotional and.. Broken. I finally realized that she actually loved me. But I just didn’t notice it.

“That’s it. I must bring her back.. What have I done to such an.. Angel?” I whispered to myself before tears rolled down my face.

“FUCK YOU DRACO! FUCK YOU!” I yelled, screaming at the mirror as I saw my reflection.

I kept whimpering. She’s supposed to be the one crying but, it was the opposite. I made her love someone else because of my repulsive attitude. I felt being useless to her now.

“I swear. Tomorrow, you’ll be mine.”

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*THE NEXT DAY*

I decided to not go out today so I could explain things to Y/N better. I must win her love back or else she’ll end up having a child with that man I’m currently having my anger at. I mean, he’s a pathetic muggle-born anyway. I’m much better than him.

I went to check on Y/N who, unusually was here, reading a book.

I grabbed the book from her hand as she sighs and glares at me.

“What do you need?!” She says, annoyed.

“Just.. Let me explain. The reason why I was so pissed off because of our relationship and marriage. Please..” I begged but she just rolled her eyes.

“I gave up, Draco. I gave you so much time to change but, it was all worthless. You’re not the one who I love anymore, Draco. I love someone else.” As soon as she said that, o felt my heart scatter in pieces.

“I gave you time to tell me how much you tried so now let me explain why I hated you so much!” I grabbed her hands but she just takes them off harshly.

“I’m done with this, Draco.” She stood up from her chair and walked away. I stood there, idle. Just idle. I was even more speechless as I was before.

“I’ve messed up.. Now, it’s time to clean my mess up. I really did get a taste of my own medicine. God, I should’ve thought of this before.” I ran out and tried to find where Y/N is but, there wasn’t a single sight of her in the manor. This must’ve meant she’s outside again. With that muggle boy.

“Just so you wait, my love. You’ll be loved by your husband soon. I swear..” I teared up.

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*NARRATIVE PERSPECTIVE*

Draco now tried his best to confess his love to Y/N but, she’d always ignore him. She wanted to give him one last chance but, she had her mind on her muggle friend instead. She loved him dearly but, Draco was heartbroken instead of not caring at all. Draco was arrogant and selfish to her but, Draco didn’t realize how much love he had for her inside his heart. His heart was just locked, broken and cold. He may had an interest to Astoria but he lost it after knowing you had feelings for him all along.

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I tried everyday. I tried giving flowers to her but then the next day, I saw it in the bin. I tried giving her golds and jewels but, it ended up being sold in a jewelry shop. I don’t know if I should give up right now but, since she’s inside my room right now, I had the chance to express and tell the truth to her now.

I’m in front of my entrance to my room anyway. But I sighed before entering.

She just stared at me. She looked like as if she isn’t a witch but instead, a ghost with no emotion.

I just came closer to her, sitting down next to her.

“I don’t even wanna hear it.” She turned away, grabbing ever nail polish before I snatched it away, grabbing her hand.

“DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?! LET ME GO!” She tried to let go off my hands but, she failed this time.

“Y/N! Goddamn you! You never gave me the chance to explain! I tried my fucking best to make you fall for me again just like how you did but, I failed! Yeah I know I was wrong but, I never realized how much I loved you! You were the only one who was there whenever I was a bad mood when I come back here to the manor but, I’d always ignore your comfort. You tried to make me turned on but, I’d always prefer Astoria against you. You tried to make me happy but.. I’d rather be mad at you than being the one you expected. I just regret everything I did, my love. Please! Just accept my apology. I know I don’t deserve it but, ever since we were young, ever since we met, I knew we’d end up together because, we’re a match! I’m so so fucking sorry, Y/N. It’s okay, we can talk about the divorce papers later but, I willingly want you to punish me for whatever I’ve done..” I said that all out, holding my tears as I can as my grip on my hand softens and so as her eyes.

“You.. Loved me?” She asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I did. And I still do.. I just couldn’t show it..” I said, letting go of her hands, about to leave until she grabbed me and kissed me.

My eyes widened as I kissed her back. I grabbed her waist to make the kiss rougher until we broke out for air.

“No divorce.. I’m just glad you explained and express your actual feelings towards me. I accept your apology..” She smiled which I chuckled at.

“I’m s much glad than you are.. I thought I’d loose you and you’ll end up with that muggle boy.” I laughed.

“I had feelings for him but, I lost them after hearing what you just said.” She smirked.

“Oh please. I had feelings for Astoria but I lost them too after knowing that you loved me.” I smirked 10x more wider than hers.

“Now.. As for your punishment.. I want you to…”

#draco #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco oneshot #malfoy #crying #yelling #I love you #I hate you #harry potter #slytherin #draco fandom

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Alright, alright, I was being a bit facetious in my previous post. I don’t think Boscha and Amity were ever an item, at least not until stated so. Then again, things like ”canon” has never stopped shippers before. have it? And I can imagine that there emerged quite a few fanfics based solely on this scene. The language used is very reminiscent of your ex showing up, drunk on appleblood, asking you to please take them back, they’ll be better this time.

All these words I say Don't mean anything I realize Can I make you stay? I'll be better this time I'll be better this time To you

But yeah, like I talked about before, Boscha went from being just a high school bully, to being a high school bully with trauma and a seriously shoddy support network in the form of Kikimora. With her friends and family gone, Boscha sees reuniting with Amity as a way to regain some semblance of normality in the crazy world she finds herself in. The world may have gone insane, but at least there is something for her to hold on to, quite literally by the way she tackles Amity in the next shot.

I believe that Boscha feels hopeless; after facing down The Collector’s spies and watching her teammates and friends, as well as all the adults get taken, she believes there is nothing they can do but to hide away in Hexside and continue to live there. And together they can rule Hexisde, just like before. No, even better!

I gotta say, for a character that’s been pretty one-note, they’ve done a great job of giving her some depth while still feeling natural.

(unrelated, but I kinda dig Boscha’s new look. the sportswear as armor works. plus, her grudgby make-up kinda resembles tears, or running mascara from crying. symbolism!)

((not 100% sure, but I think that was the right use of the word facetious?))

Boscha: ”I won’t let you leave again!” Amity: ”Boscha, you’re hurting me!”

Jeez Luise, all the, erm… Boschity? Amischa? What would you even call that ship… um, I’ll bet all the Amity/Boscha shippers (all three of you) still around in the post Lumity era went absolutely feral when this episode aired. The potential for angst just skyrocketed.

Now, that is the crux, isn’t it? Boscha desperately needs Amity, but Amity doesn’t need, not particularly want Boscha around in her life anymore. And in her attempts to hold on, Boscha inevitably only ends up hurting Amity.

Okay, I had to rewind the scene a few times, but I did catch it on the third time (and then I had to do it two three four more times to get the screenshot). Right after Mattholomule summons this smokescreen, he and Amity run away… except they appear to have switched places.

Then, while they’re running away, Boscha kicks the head of the statue Mattholomule made towards him, only for him to catch it… with a pair of gauntlets, similar to what Amity uses, even summoning a purple spell circle to summon them. When Boscha shoves Mattholomule aside to get to Amity, Mattholomule drops the illusion, revealing it was actually him playing the role of the Blight.

Gus and Luz pulled a similar trick in Clouds on the Horizon. And just like in that episode, the trick was really obvious in hindsight, yet I still didn’t call it. Though this one at least went by a bit faster.

Also, Matty calls Gus Augustus; returning the favor for Gus calling him Mattholomule this whole time.

"We can still save your teammates. Will you let us try?”

Like I said before, after witnessing her teammates and the adults be defeated so easily and taken away to who knows where, Boscha lost hope. Right now, she’s not fighting to save the world, or even to save one or a few people. She’s fighting to keep some small sliver of her old life.

Amity is the last of Boscha’s friends who haven’t been taken, so Boscha is going to fight to keep her from disappearing again. But… I think she might be starting to realize that it’s a losing battle too. Thus she finds herself stuck between a rock and a hard place (i love that expression). She either risks it all trying to get her teammates back, which will probably end up with her and the few people still left being turned into puppets. Or she tries to keep the few people left contained and somewhat safe within the school, regardless of their wishes.

And I'm just saying Boscha, a fellow triclops, Tien Shinhan was hopelessly outclassed by Cell, yet his defiant stand against the Semi-Perfect lifeform remains one of the most badass displays in all of Dragonball.

Well, I can’t say I ever expected them to kill Gus off screen, but oh well. This is what happens when you cut an entire season down to three specials the length of six full episodes. Rest in peace, Augustus. You will be missed.

Nah, it looks like they’re down in the detention pits as well, Kiki and Boscha must’ve gotten to them as well after they ambushed Willow.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e2 #for the future

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HELLO I AM ABOUT TO WALK INTO MY ECONS FINAL BUT 1 & 3 & 4 please 😽😽

YAAAWWWW time for a maia win. AS on that AD until it GDPs i know your grade is gonna be inelastically good

1 who is the first artist you remember loving?

I was big into of monsters and men as a kid in addition to all the usual tumblr grunge suspects. If we go back even earlier to like 8 years old my vocaloid girlies <33333

Thats IA and gumi (i wasnt into miku because she wasnt like so #me . I was already developing the alternative agenda at 8. I mean i liked her and rin and len just fine but these two were like THE ones for me). Okay ovviously theyre not “artists” but i wasnt deliberately looking for who made what song i just liked their looks and sound and the type of music people made them sing. Wait im gonna use this as an excuse to link stuff

THIS ia track (six trillion years and one night story) is still a really good blend of traditional japanese scales and jpop intensity and was exactly the kind of grimdark headbanger kid me liked. The part that goes If this world could just be me and you and if everyone else would just disappear. that part will get me eternally. Also i realised i probably also liked these two because theyve actually got pretty realistic voices. Childhood blues by gumi has a really nice video with art that i used to be obsessed with

This is really a tangent but also i thought about vocaloid producers that i liked also and seriously neru was huge for suicidecore rock songs . Shockingly his stuff that i like is actually kind of recent like 2017? But in my opinion it was easier to get into specific vocaloid artists as a kid cause they had videos on youtube and violent beats so you could binge a whole discography as an easily bored young person . Anyway neru stuff is typically steeped in that Japanese high school melancholia, you know, school uniforms, blank expressions, desks flying everywhere. I really liked this one its pertinent for when youre in your very early preteens/teens and you dont like doing homework and youre convinced youre an evil and wicked human being

3 who is the artist you put on to make you smile?

LOVEEEE dominic fike and always gets me in a good mood. His songs have palpable swag even in purely audio format. Quality cuts that havent failed to improve my mood yet

4 which song rips your heart out?

Oh rips heart out is a very specific feeling and i kind of want to say erm that part in legally blonde from legally blonde the musical when she says some girls fight hard some face the trial some girls were just meant to smile. All my other sad songs are more of an ache kind of feel. Actually wait forget i said the legally blonde answer i dont listen to musicals ssshhhhhh its actually bye bye darling by børns now because i slammed back so many plays of it when my dog died

I mean like

Goodbye to the paperback age / I'll miss your touch

To flip you, crease you, lay underneath you, fall asleep to / Bye-bye darling I'll miss you so much

Welll……welllllllll….wellllllllllllllll

#bye bye darling is kind of actually about vintage nostalgia or whatever sadness about technology rendering beautiful things obsolete.#but also the we had a good run darling dont you cry…#what if i cry tho

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Seven.

*Puts on Oprah voice* You get another chapter, and you get another chapter! Lol! Thanks to the few who are showing interest in this, I appreciate you SO much for your continued interacting. Those just offering likes, could I tempt you into commenting or reblogging? Helping me promote this story a little really would mean the world to me!

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six

Words - 6,109

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie’s POV

"Edie, are you with us? We're getting dessert, you want anything?" Miley asks me, shaking me from the little trance state I’ve slipped into. I think she must have put the question to me more than once.

"Sorry, erm, yeah get me a slice of the flan I saw, thank you.” My reply is absent, Miley nodding as she gets up and heads over to the dessert bar. We're in an all you can eat for twenty-five dollars kind of restaurant, and believe me, we've eaten all we can thus far. Of course, we've saved a little room for dessert, though, that'd just be rude to refuse some lovely sweet treats.

"You've been noticeably quiet today for someone so damned chatty. Is everything okay?" Sasha inquires kindly, before the realisation hits her. "Shit, sorry I asked. I know, your mom." She reaches out with a sad smile, giving the top of my hand a little rub.

This is why I lost my shit couple of days ago when the vampire managed to pick up on a memory of my mother. He can't have gained any knowledge on what she used to do to me, exactly, or he'd have said so, and not constantly questioned me over who she was. True, I always channel a little of the rage I have inside for how she treated me through my profession, but at this time of year I'm extra sensitive. She killed herself, finally doing me the biggest favour she ever could, thirteen years ago this coming Monday. My friends know that, but what they don't know is something I've kept from everyone, something I found next to her body when I found her, something that has never really left me.

I don't speak of it, because I don't want to draw attention to myself, and I don't want to deal with it either. I don't feel sad so much, but I remember what I found, her last words to me. That's why I'm not myself around now. I usually hold it together, but that fucking vampire had to start picking at the scab. I hate that he saw her, and I hate that he's got it firmly in his head that he's going to find out who she is, and why she drives my rage. It's none of his damn business, though. He only wants to know for his own amusement.

"Don't worry, its fine. I'm just tired from work on top of it, so feeling a little down right now. Really, don't stress. You know me, I bounce back ridiculously easily," I reassure her with, Sasha nodding understandingly.

"Well, I know you've got work on Monday, of course, but if you want some company before you head in, I can be available? After all, I do conveniently have next week off work," she offers kindly. Sasha works a job I never could. She's a financial adviser, and oh, how dull to be cooped up all day like a battery hen in a little office behind a desk. Awful.

"Nah, I'm cool, really. I've never needed anyone to hold my hand over the fact my no-good drunk mother died, and I don't intent to start now. Thanks for the offer, though.” My air of finality is read clearly.

"You're welcome." Just then, Miley arrives back, and Sasha and I are treated to an observation from her bizarre brain. Our friend here is famed for them, the fact that she’s... well... a little odd at times. She isn’t stupid by a long shot, but the way her mind works is unique, I’ll give her that.

“This is the flan, isn’t it? I brought this as well, just in case I was wrong.” She places down the correct plate of fruit flan, as well as a crepe. Sasha and I exchange looks.

“That’s a crepe, babe,” she points, Miley taking her seat.

“Oh! I thought because it was flat, it might have been flan. You know, both begin with an f and an l.” More confused looks.

“I’m gonna need a harder drink and another run up to that, honey,” I tell her softly, shaking my head.

“You know! Like a muffin, because it’s big and puffy. Muff, puff.”

Sasha pulls her into a hug. “No, baby. That’s not how it works.”

“Isn’t it? Oh.” I love her so much. She comes out with things that honestly make you wonder about her, but then, see, she can tell you every single one of Shakespeare’s works in chronological order. Sasha and I think it’s because she’s very bright, that something else in her brain overloads from it and she ends up jumbled. Bizarreness aside, I definitely feel like she’s someone who I learn from. She actually listened in school.

She’s the one who actually encouraged me to read in order to educate myself further, using tools such as a very old book store and mini library that just opened up again in recent years after lying dormant and untouched for a hundred years. The squatters who lived in it did a nice job doing it up and applied to take over the business, and since no living heir to the original owner could be documented, they got their wish.

Miley actually works there now, which is nice when I go in and visit, trying to feed my mind a little with what it craves. I used to struggle with a lot and need a dictionary there next to me to look up words I didn't understand, but now I feel my vocabulary is much more advanced, I hardly refer to it any longer. Sometimes, an obvious word will have me stuck and then I'll remember something stupidly long and tricky like surreptitious. That's the word I'd use to describe quite a few things on my mind right now, or rather why I'm being surreptitious about them. My mother is one, and the other, and it pains me to say this, is the vampire.

I really don't know what to make of him, but whatever his intention, he's starting to lure me in a little. I can't let that happen either, whether the times he's complimentary and speaks fairly to me are genuine or not. It isn't part of the job description. Nothing would stop me from knowing him after his release, but that's not going to happen. Like I say, I don't know what to make of him. I don't usually have my emotions stirred by a detainee at all. I'm calm, cold and very professional. If each detainee had me in the kind of mental flap this vampire does, I'd have never lasted the ten years I have.

I don't want to admit it to myself, that I'm attracted to him and interested by him, because I barely know him. Then I remember I'm not attracted to vampires, and it quickly comes to me that he's probably screwing with me anyway. Further to that, I don't like it because I confess (or rather concede) that I do like the way I've caught him look at me on occasion, and then I swiftly remember he's a detainee and none of this should be going through my head.

People warned me not to let him find a way in, and he's beginning to. This is starting to confuse me in a way I do not enjoy, but then again, who actually does enjoy being confused? I know I could sit and talk to my girlfriends here about my woes, but I'm apprehensive over what they might say. Admitting it to someone other than myself would make it more real, these things I'm beginning to feel. He stirs my curiosity so much, all he’s seen, the knowledge he must possess. I mean, that thing about the steel that the chamber was constructed from, for example. Something so small, but I was impressed by it. Most would have no clue that the chambers used to exist as vaults. He did, though.

After lunch, we head up to the main shopping area and have a bit of a typical girl's afternoon, which entails a lot of purchasing of clothes and makeup, but by the time I'm all set to kiss my friend's goodbye, I’m sadly no closer to anything that remotely resembles feeling myself, so head home and spend two hours trying to take my mind off things by having a clear out of my closet. Even though the five skirts I bought are my usual brand of teeny tiny (I have a nice figure that I'm proud of, I like to show it off a little) I still need to allocate a little extra room for them. Allocate, that's my word of the day.

"What on earth was I thinking?" I exclaim when I pull out a pair of tie dye baggy cotton pants and laugh. My taste in clothes can be a little dire at times. I'll put those on eBay, I think, see if anyone out there is as foolish as I was in thinking I could make them work. On I go, actually finding a few items in here that I forgot I owned, such as my lovely white gypsy skirt and my jewelled strap cork wedge shoes that I've been hunting high and low for.

"Hahaha, the Liberace jacket!" I then announce with a barrage of giggles as I pull the huge, white faux fur monstrosity from its place right at the back of my closet. Ahmed came up with the name for it, when he stood pointing and laughing on his thirty fifth birthday last year before shouting 'Holy shit, Liberace lives!' at me. He had a theme for the party, which was pimps and hoes, in case you wondered, and I kinda came as a cross between the two. I was aiming for sexy pimp, so brought this jacket from Goodwill for something ridiculous like ten dollars, and then teamed it with a gorgeous silver and heavily jewelled bikini, silver knee high boots and a white top hat I added lots of glitter and white feathers to, and a cane I attacked with rhinestones and a glue gun. That was such a good night, and you should have seen the guy I went home with too. He was damned hot.

It's just as I'm raiding a few boxes of shoes and planning to give Miley first refusal on the pairs I know I'll never wear again that suddenly I stop, beginning to experience flashes of memories. Again, the memories are not mine. They, of course, belong to the vampire who is never far from my mind of late. I can see a girl screaming 'please, please don't hurt me' and then hear the voice of the vampire telling her 'I'm here to protect you, not hurt you' before the vision that is his plays through my head, seeing him surge at a group of the reanimated, tearing them to pieces.

I then see three other vampires with him, all moving humans to safety while attacking anything that isn’t living until they are just corpses on the floor. The memory then changes again, and I see a wide stretch of open road from the vantage point of being aboard a large motorcycle, switching again, to a scene in an abandoned warehouse, where I see a gun pointed out, the person before me being shot straight between the eyes, a few flashes of random, barely dressed women, too, until suddenly everything goes black, like he's shutting his eyes.

When he opens them again, I get a huge shock, as the face smiling back at him is mine, him leaning close and kissing me softly, his hands stroking through my hair. Now, if he truly was just fucking with me, why would he be thinking about that, about showing me affection? Shaking my head, I try and rid myself of these visions, but keep seeing my face, seeing it through his eyes, stroking my cheeks and neck, pulling me against him, his arms folding around me. I resort to physically pounding my head with my fists to make it go away, making frustrated squeaking noise, feeling freaked out and more when I clearly then hear his voice whisper my name. No. Edie does not like this, not one bit.

"No, no, no. No!" I shout with vehemence, flapping my hands as I come hurtling out of my tiny little walk-in closet (it used to be just a cupboard, until Vic converted it for me) and literally run to the kitchen to pull a bottle of Jim Beam from the fridge, hunting for a clean glass. Sigh, I loaded the dishwasher half an hour ago, all of them within being rinsed through. Ahh, fuck it. Upending the bottle, I take a few neat swigs, feeling a little calmer for it, but not by much.

Does he really want me? And if he does, why do I even care? I don't want him; he's a vampire and they do nothing for me. But then if that is truly true, why is my heart pounding at what feels like three hundred miles an hour? Why are my hands shaking so much that it looks like the whiskey in the bottle in my hand is doing a Samba all on its own? And why... why did I just imagine what it'd be like to kiss him?

"Face it, Bailey. You like him, you've gone and let your guard drop and he's got in. You've fucked up here, girl. You really have," I speak to my reflection in the glass fronted cabinet before me. What makes it worse is the fact I have no one I can talk to about this. If I tell my friends, they'll think I'm insane, if I tell my colleagues, they'll give me shit about how we can't develop feelings or attractions to detainees, and if I tell Vic, he'll probably react with a mix of the two. In times like this, I wish I had parents to turn to, people who are non-judgemental and would love me the exact same anyway, while offering some much-needed sage advice. I know Vic has been like a father to me, but he doesn't understand the way vampires are very well. He'd tell me I can resist it, he'd say he taught me better than to be anything less than the strong woman I know I otherwise am. I don't want to disappoint him in that respect.

I have to resist it, this urge, this pull I feel towards the vampire. He just wants to hurt me, and I know it. I'm his only form of entertainment down there, of course he's messing with me for his own enjoyment. He's a highly intelligent being, with a mind that's beginning to stagnate (stagnate, yesterday’s word of the day) with nothing to occupy it. We never get humans in for this long, so they never have to bother trying to cure their boredom in the same way.

Because he's a vampire though, that is what makes him completely different. Sasha told me a long time ago that they have an allure about them that you just cannot put your finger on, and up until now, I never understood it. I understand it way too much for my liking at present. Feeling all out of sorts and pissed off, I head out into my garden where I keep my weights and bench, and after doing a warm up and twenty minutes of skipping (I love my jump rope) I hit the dumbbells.

I can't use the bar weight as I have no one to spot me, with my neighbours' son Leland being out right now. He usually hops over the fence if I call him over his music and comes to train with me, but he must be off out with his friends since their backyard is totally silent. It is a Saturday, after all. I'm usually out with my friends about now too, having a few warm up drinks at a bar before heading onto a few more, and then finishing up at a club, but I told Ahmed I wasn't in the mood when he invited me, the same with Miley and Sasha. They understood, of course.

Working out usually clears my mind, and in some cases, it even helps me think a little more clearly too. And while I am working out, I feel terrific as usual, lifting the 10kg dumbbells with much more ease than usual, hissing and wincing as my biceps positively burn. Alas, as soon as I'm done and lying in the bath, my head feels restless again, that vampire playing on my mind heavily. Cue a very big, pissed off sigh right here.

Four weeks and two days, that's all I have left now until he'll leave and hopefully, I'll never see him again. Even though when Ahmed voiced that to me recently and I didn't like it, I now think it's going to be the best thing, going forward. I don't like how far inside my head he's got, that he feels the anger I've kept within me at what I found with my mother, her last words to me. He's on the verge of discovering it, and I don't want anyone to. That is my burden alone.

When Monday arrives, despite myself and all the feelings of hatred I have for my mother, I do allow myself a little cry. I selfishly cry more for myself than her, pathetic as I am that still, even at twenty-eight years old, I cannot quite get over having a mom who was truly the furthest thing from it. I only have one nice memory of her, just one.

I remember running out into the garden to find her when I was about three years old, and her shouting 'don't look, baby girl, mama has a surprise!' to me, so I stood and put my hands over my eyes and I didn't peek until she came and picked me up to put me down on the new swing she'd made for me out of a bit of old timber and some rope. She sat me on it and then pulled the rope back with her and let me go, watching me sail through the air, pushing me gently as she laughed. She had such a lovely laugh, back when she was happy. 'Weeee! Look at little Edie fly!' I’m there in my mind, with the sunshine on my face, my mom’s laughter behind me, and a sense of all being serene. She started beating me not long after that, her drinking escalating to cope with the state of her marriage.

I think she resented me because I wasn't the child of the man she'd married, and when he realised that for himself, he began to beat her, the vicious cycle that led to her thus taking it all out on me. She should have taken it out on herself for going against her marriage vows and not forsaking all others as she'd promised. When I was three, I must've started really looking like the guy who was my father, because I don't remember being hit before then. That is what must've sparked it. My earliest memories are the juxtapose of my mother pushing me on that little makeshift swing she'd made, and then of her pushing me into a closet where she locked me away for five hours because I was annoying her, apparently. Deciding not to spend a minute longer feeling sorry for myself, I think of how much worse it could have been.

I could have been one of these poor kids who were sexually defiled by their parents, I could have been an orphan, or I could have been born a hundred years ago when the disaster broke and lost my entire family and even my own life to the lethal D11X virus that claimed the lives of so many. As it stands, I have a good job that pays well, lovely friends and a home of my own. Things could be so much worse. I must be thankful for what I have, the life I made for myself rather than wishing the one I left behind could have been different. Even though I refuse to feel sorry for myself, the significance of the date still continues to linger in my mind for the rest of the day, and thus is still with me when I walk into my chamber at 9pm to begin work.

"What's wrong, Sugar Ray?" the vampire asks quietly, literally as soon as I enter. I don't reply. "Who's upset you? C'mon, tell me, I can feel it in waves." Sugar Ray; he's been calling me that since last Wednesday, when I beat the shit out of the guy who had a taste for misogyny.

"No one," I mutter blankly before taking the lump hammer and deciding to smack the shit out of him with it.

"I hate to sound like a broken record, but I know you're lying. Whoever it is, I hope you gave them hell for it. The woman with the red hair, per chance?" He groans in pain when the silver hammer in my hand connects with his stomach.

"Again, I ask. Why do you even care?" Walking around to his back, I aim a welt right between the shoulder blades. He actually huffs a long sigh before he answers.

"Alright, I might as well be straight with you. Trying to mentally fuck with you doesn't work any longer, much to my annoyance, and I don't really want to either, because I've come to realise something. I actually respect you, and that's the honest truth. Also, my strength is getting weaker by the day. I don’t have it in me to be a bastard, even if I wanted to," he admits, looking at me in perhaps the sincerest way he ever has since he's been here. I just snort and smack him straight in the face with the hammer, hearing him roar in pain as his jaw breaks.

"Sorry, but I don't believe you," I state, watching him as he shuts his eyes tightly, the noises he makes fading out into more of an annoyed growl in the back of his throat. He then looks back at me, but when he does, there's no hatred in his eyes.

"It's true. I hate you when you hurt me, that much is true and perfectly understandable, but otherwise, I respect your tenacity and somehow, you've begun to grow on me a little, despite all that. I don't think I'm alone in thinking that either. I think I've grown on you as well, not that you want to admit it," he puts to me, after about ten minutes of silence while his jaw heals up again.

"You're deluded and blood weak," I reply, beating him right across one of the well-defined hips that I once complimented.

"I was fed half an hour before you arrived. Yes, I am blood weak, but much less so right now.”

"So, say I believed you, what'd be the point in that?" I ask, hardly believing I've got myself so tied up with him thus far, with a detainee. I should know better.

"Nothing, I just want you to know. Now, be true with me and tell me what I can feel. I have an effect on you just as much as you do on me." Rolling my eyes, my response is to simply whack him with the hammer again. It’s about to become a very long night.

Angel's POV

"I don't see why I should dignify you with an answer to that," Edie murmurs, after I've asked her to just come out and admit it. I'm too fucking tired for mind games, and I don't have the inkling to play them any longer. I mean it with tremendous honesty when I say I respect her, because I do. 'Exceptional humans are worthy of our attentions and interest more so than the rest' I remember Ursula once telling me. Edie is pretty exceptional, I must admit. Even though I freely admit that I tend to favour feisty women, everything about Edie is nothing I've ever been interested in before in a woman. I've never been invested in human women as a vampire beyond just sex either, and even though I'm still not one hundred percent swayed, there's something there about Edie that goes beyond that. It's like it calls to me.

I think the reason I can't be fully swayed is because I can't make her submit to me, and I hate that about as much as I like it. She isn't a pushover, which is something that appeals greatly to vampires as much as it annoys us. We're hardened and strong because we're dead, and if we associate with humans at all, then they're not weak. We cannot stand the weak. Except for a good fear feeding, that’s kinda fun. I can feel a tiny shard of weakness within her, but I don’t find off putting, merely curious as to know why it’s there. I've been concentrating hard on her emotions of late, and I realise that it's the anger and hatred she holds within that encapsulates that weak spot.

"Because you’re hiding from it, and you shouldn’t. I know you like to cut yourself off from things you don't want to discuss. I did the same when I was a human, I blocked things out that I really should have dealt with. I can tell you're doing the same now, and you do the same every day over the woman with the red hair. In concentrating like I have been, I've seen her face again. She was really angry at you, wasn't she?” I receive a painful blow to the opposite hip for my words.

“It’s moot; there's nothing to deal with," she mutters in reply absently, trying her best to ignore me. The anger though, it's bubbling up in a way it never has before.

"Yes, there is. I think you'll feel better for admitting it, as well as the fact I interest you, that I have an effect on you. Just say it, Edie," I prompt, knowing I'm wearing her down. I just want to hear her say it. I know I said I'm through with mind games, but this isn't one. This is me being eaten alive by my own curiosity over what makes her how she is.

"Okay, you interest me. Not sexually, even though yeah, you are attractive. I wouldn't go there, though. Are you happy now?" she exclaims, practically biting each word as it leaves her mouth.

"No. Tell me about the woman with the red hair. Why does she make you so pissed off?" I ask, for what feels like the hundredth time. I'll ask her another hundred times, too, until I know the answer. I want to know what fuels such rage, and after she asks me again why it's so important, and I give her the same answer, it feels like we're going around in circles. I wouldn't usually entertain this, but curiosity has got the better of me. She still doesn't answer me when I ask again, and after I've recovered from a silver sprayed throat, I decide a wild guess is in order, to see how she reacts.

"Is she your mom?" Immediately, her eyes meet mine only to look away quickly. She gave herself away there completely, even if I hadn't heard her heart suddenly jump in her chest and felt a slight panicked wave go through her, I'd still know the red-haired woman is her mother.

"Was," she whispers, moving around behind me before spraying the entire surface of my back with the liquid silver. Imagine someone just set fire to your skin. That's what it feels like.

"She's dead?" I ask, spitting a mouthful of blood out onto the floor. My back hurts so much, I just bit both fangs into my lip to prevent myself from screaming.

"Yep.” This is all she answers me with, before coming round and giving the front half of me the same treatment as my back, rendering me unable to talk any longer, I'm in such agony. I feel relieved when I hear the voice of the woman called Aileen crackling from the walkie-talkie on Edie's belt.

“Buba, we've had time called up here, leave him be for an hour before continuing. Stay down there though, to watch how he heals.”

"Copy that, Aileen." Edie replies a little redundantly into the device, before affixing it to her belt as she walks back to her table. She sits on it in her usual cross-legged fashion, taking a cigarette from the pocket of the little grey denim waistcoat she has on and lighting up.

So, I now know who the woman with the red hair is, but what I don't know why she makes Edie so angry. I know the anger and the weak spot over her she holds within are not sadness over her death, I feel no mourning within her. What I do feel, though, concentrating hard on her emotions rather than healing, is her desperation to keep something hidden. Whatever that something is, it festers away inside of her without ever letting up. In fact, I'd go so far as to say whatever it is, it poisons her.

"What did she do that made you hate her so much before she died?" I question, in more of a croaky rasp than anything. My throat hasn't fully healed yet, of course.

"You say you respect me, and yet you're still picking away at something you know I obviously don't want to talk about. That isn't respectful, is it? That's trying to keep yourself amused at something that's very painful for me to deal with," she puts to me, exhaling smoke through her nose as she looks down at the floor and away from my gaze. She's beginning to cave, I can feel it.

"What did she do to you, Edie? What did she do to cause you the kind of pain you’re hiding from everyone, a painful secret you've never told anyone, and something you use to fuel your anger toward every single detainee who walks through the door of this chamber? It festers away within you, and it makes you unhappy. It'd be better if you got it off your chest, you know," I tell her, watching her frowning at me.

"It's none of your damn business! Keep your nose out of my fucking life, Angel!" she fumes in reply, her voice actually quivering a little.

"It is if I can help you, and I think I can. Just tell me, you know you'll feel better for it. If you don't, then I'll just get it out of you by some other means.”

I’m eyed with incredulity for that. "You're unbelievable, I mean seriously, you're absolutely unbelievable. Fucking relentless.”

"You really want to trust me, don't you? You can, you know. I don't fuck with or fuck over people I respect. You've never let yourself fully trust because of her, haven't you? Whatever she did, it's stuck in your head that trusting people only ends up in you getting hurt. Just because she fucked you over, and I guess that she did, well it doesn't mean everyone else is going to. That's no way to live, Edie.” I can feel it, that wall she has inside starting to fall down slowly, brick by brick. I then tune my senses in on her blood, and concentrate hard. Her facade is slipping, the big mental block she's put up as I said is crumbling, and without her wanting me to, I see the flashes of anger within her, and I witness it. I really see. Using every last bit of my strength, I focus, and see the memories Edie doesn't want me to.

I see a vision of a staircase, like I'm seeing the memory through Edie's eyes as she's dragged up it by her wrist, crying and screaming before she’s hurled to the floor and kicked over and over in her stomach by her mother at the top, before being thrown into a closet and locked there. I then see her mother sitting swigging from a bottle of something alcoholic, that bottle then leaving her hand and shattering above Edie's head while she screams 'get the fuck out of here, you little shit, before I beat your ass black and blue again!'

I see nothing more after that, opening my eyes again to look at Edie and see her concentrating hard, trying to make her mind go blank. This may surprise you, but I actually feel sympathy towards her. No child deserves to be beaten and locked up by the one person who is supposed to love and protect them always. I had a fucking wonderful mother, who was gentle and kind with my brother and I, who loved and nurtured us. I have another now in Ursula, too, who loves me just as much as my birth mom did.

"She was more interested in the drink than you, wasn't she? Don't be sad over her, Edie. Don't let an alcoholic, abusive joke of a mother who's now dead cause you pain. It was her problem she was an alcoholic, not yours," I tell her, watching her looking at me curiously as her emotions within continue to churn. This is why she's so strong, because she's had to be in order to get over what her mother inflicted upon her. She's no little weakling of a human who let this get the better of her, but yet still I know that I haven’t uncovered the full story. There's something else there.

"I'm not sad over that. She did what she did because she was just that, an abusive, alcoholic joke. I came to terms with that a long time ago," she states, her forehead creasing with a frown.

"There's something about what happened to you that you haven't come to terms with though, that thing that's festering away inside of you, that you need to tell someone, but don't want to. Why don't you want to? Are you afraid people will think you're weak? Are you afraid of burdening them? What?" I press, determined to get an answer.

"Again, if you truly respected me, you'd leave this alone. This, this is a big wound to me, one I let heal over a long time ago. I don't pick the scab, but you're doing just that. Please, just leave it. If you really do respect me, you will," she implores, while I feel waves of sadness washing through her.

"It healed without you getting the poison out, though. And now that poison runs through you, whatever it is extra to what I now know over what your piece of shit mother did to you, whatever extra sadness she made you feel.” She hears me, but doesn't reply, and I find myself speaking to nothing but stony silence after a while, but on I continue with my interrogation. Well, I do until Edie pulls her walkie-talkie from her belt.

"Aileen, I need someone to cover watching the vampire. I don't feel well, I have to step out for a little bit," she says into the device.

"I'll send Max down, hon. He's here with me right now having a coffee." I hear the control room manager reply.

"Are you okay?" I ask, once she's reattached the walkie-talkie to her belt.

"Thanks to you, no I'm not. There you go, there's me admitting some weakness to you. Just what you were fucking after," she spits at me with a frown.

"That's not what I was after at all, don't think that. All I want to know is what it is inside of you that makes you so strong, and what you try so hard to hide." I reply. She just shakes her head before walking to the door. I hear her leave, the one named Max asking if she’s alright before she moves away and he comes in, walking over to the table, staring at me intently when he arrives to lean against it. While he does that and Edie goes up to the roof (I can feel that's where she's heading) I switch myself off and rest. I'll need it, because I have another four hours tonight in her company and in that time, I’m determined to find out her secret.

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