#Chloe Pang

[faithsxoxo]

pairing :: chloe price x reader note :: band au, you’re chloe’s manager and she’s the drummer ;) warnings :: very very implied nsfw

Chloe whips her head towards the door as it slams open. You stand the doorway, absolutely fuming.

“What were you thinking?” You exclaim, storming towards her.

“Careful, if you glare any harder you might pop a blood vessel,” Chloe leans back in her chair, absentmindedly chewing on the straw of her drink. She barely glances at you before returning to her phone.

“Listen,” you begin, already losing your patience, “I don’t care what you do in your spare time. That’s not my job. However, when your reputation is involved, that makes it my problem.” Chloe rolls her eyes.

“I went out and screwed a couple girls, so what? My ‘reputation’ shouldn’t matter to true fans,” She punctuates her sentence by kicking her legs up onto the table.

“Maybe this never occurred to you, but you’re not the only person in the world Chloe Price,” You spit. “Your public appearance may not matter to you, but being caught in scandals affects all of the band. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for them.”

Chloe’s face crumples for a moment, but she recovers so quickly you almost think you imagined it. “Whatever,” She grumbles, turning away from you. “I get the point, you can fuck off now.” With a sigh, you turn around and walk out. You feel a pang of guilt, before washing it away. It’s not your fault she’s a raging cunt.

•

“7 minutes, going on in 7 minutes,” The headset crackles into your ears. You push into the dressing room where the three girls await you. Chloe is holed up in the corner, headphones leaking her punk rock playlist. Steph sits at the vanities brushing on finishing touches to her colorful face.

“You all ready?” You call, stepping over heaps of discarded clothes and accessories. “Just about,” Steph calls.

“6 minutes, 6 minutes all,” the radio calls again.

“I hate that thing,” Rachel grumbles, pacing the length of the room.

“Jesus, cool it Rach. You’re making me nervous,” Steph turns to face her.

“10,000 people in a stadium. To see our stupid fucking band,” Rachel sighs. “How am I supposed to cool it?”

“It’s really not a big deal, you’ve done this before,” you reassure, patting her arm lightly.

“5 minutes folks, 5 minutes on the clock. Can the band please meet behind the curtains, I repeat can the band join us on the stage,” The radio calls.

Rachel swears. Steph steps to her and wraps her arm around her shoulder.

“Come on Rach, no biggie. Just pretend they’re not there.”

She sighs.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

•

You stand slightly off stage, watching the scene unfold. Thousands of roaring fans carrying signs and lights filled the stadium, all of them reaching for the trio.

Cash Register Fire.

The band that you had put your heart and soul into getting signed. They deserved it, putting hundreds of hours of time into their music. You remember the first days of being with them, hanging out in their studio apartment. You sighed softly, recalling the sweet memories.

•

Laughter fills the room.

“Oh fuck-,” Chloe cries out as her cymbal crashes to the floor. You clap, leaning against the back wall.

“Very convincing. The records will love seeing this,” You giggle, shaking your head.

“Get used to it,” Chloe smirks, throwing her arm around you. “It’s part of the brand.”

“Chloe, don’t scare her off yet,” Rachel groans. “Nahhh,” Steph calls. “She’s already used to our bullshit.”

“Chloe’s bullshit,” Rachel corrects.

Chloe steps away from you, and you almost want to lean back into her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chloe rolls her eyes.

•

Huh. You furrow your brows, pondering the moment. What had changed between you and Chloe? You crane your neck to see her on stage. Blue hair, tattoos, piercings, Chloe’s the definition of punk rock. Your cheeks flush. She looks incredible in that tank top. You catch yourself, shaking your head and stepping back. No. You cannot be thinking this about Chloe fucking Price. You turn around and walk away before you can think anything worse.

•

Finally, the show closes and the trio step backstage. “Holy shit you guys, you did amazing,” You exclaim, feeling prouder than ever. “You think?” Rachel sighs. “My voice cracked like 3 times.”

“Shut the hell up,” Chloe moans, punching Rachel in the shoulder. “You sang great and you know it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rachel rolls her eyes and pulls away. “Cmon, I’m fucking starving.”

As she pulls Steph away, you grab Chloe gently. “Er- nice work tonight,” you mumble, awkwardly. “Your drumming is… cool.”

“Cool drums. Uh- thanks for the feedback.” She runs her fingers through her hair. You nod slowly, avoiding eye contact.

“Listen- uh. You wanna ditch?” Chloe suggests quickly.

“…What?”

“Ditch. Y’know, go somewhere. Celebratory dinner or whatever,” She says.

“Oh. I mean, don’t you want to do that with the rest of the band?” You ask.

She shoves her hands in her pockets, embarrassed. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” She shakes her head. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”

“No! No, not at all,” You’re quick to respond. “I would love to go get something to eat.”

Her eyes widen, before falling back into her mock-annoyed expression.

“Yeah- I mean, yeah, I knew you were gonna say that. Okay, um, dinner.” Chloe grins slightly. “I know a place.”

•

You and Chloe pull up to a small diner on the edge of town. “Two whales,” You murmur.

“My mom owns the place,” Chloe explains. “But, uh, if you want to go somewhere else we can.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, this sounds nice. I’ve never been out here before,” You smile gently.

You both head inside and situate yourself in a booth.

“So.. not that i’m opposed to this, but what’s with the sudden change in attitude?” You question, smirking slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chloe grumbles, turning away.

“Oh? What, are you trying to rope me into a new scandal of yours?”

Chloe narrows her eyes.

“Again, my reputation isn’t your business. Just stop worrying about me,” She growls, crossing her arms and turning away.

“You mean doing my job?” You roll your eyes. “I’m not having this conservation with you again.”

“Then fucking don’t!” Chloe exclaims. “Can’t you fucking leave me alone?”

You slide out of the booth and glare at her.

“Fine, maybe I fucking will.” You grit, before storming out of the diner.

•

You sigh, burying your head in your arms. You had been working with CRF’s marketing team all morning trying to cover up Chloe’s newest ‘business’. After you had left her the previous night she had been spotted completely wasted in the closest bar. You almost felt bad. A knock on your office door makes you perk up. “Hey. How’s my favorite manager?” Rachel smiles softly.

“Ugh.” You groan, covering your face with your hands.

“Yeah, I know. But, listen, Chloe is.. not doing too well right now,” She informs.

“Okay? Can’t you handle that?” You grumble. She winces slightly.

“She locked herself in her room and won’t come out. We were hoping that she might let you in.”

“Why the hell would she let me in?” You question.

“Didn’t you use to be close? I know it’s a bit of a rough patch right now, but she might appreciate you trying,” Rachel replies with a nervous grin.

“I’ve been fucking trying. That’s all I do,” You shake your head in annoyance.

“Whatever. I’ll go see what she needs.”

•

“Chloe,” You bark, banging on her door. ��Let me in.”

“What the fuck do you want?” She shouts, voice muffled from burying her face in her pillow.

“I want to know why you’re moping around. You’ve got everything you could possibly want, what more?” You fume.

Chloe pulls open the door with a huff.

“I do not have everything I want,” She growls.

“So what, you’re privileged enough to have most of it,” You cross your arms and narrow your eyes. “What else could you possibly want?”

Her gaze softens for just a moment, before returning to her glare.

“Something I can’t have,” She whispers.

“And what could that possibly be?” You roll your eyes.

Chloe suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

“Are you that fucking dense? Do I really need to spell it out to you?”

You gasp softly.

“Chloe..” You murmur.

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. You let yourself melt under her touch, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Fuck,” She mumbles against your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Maybe I don’t know,” You whisper, “But you can show me.”

She smirks and pulls you into her room, locking the door.

“Yeah, I’ll show you.”

[flamingoofeathers]

could i req a red x f reader fluff please? You can do whatever plot you’d like!

thank you!

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗 || 𝗥𝗘𝗗

pairings: red x daughterofsnowhite!reader

summary: Red had been planning a date for them in the apple orchard for days and when they arrived, it was closed...what a fail, or is it?

genre: fluff

one-shot; wc: 1.3k

main masterlist red masterlist

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the rolling hills and the rows of apple trees at the orchard. Red had been looking forward to this date for weeks, she imagined it perfectly: the two of them going row per row, picking the juiciest and ripest apple while joking and laughing around, enjoying the nice breeze of the fall weather.

But as they drove up to the orchard, an unexpected sight greeted them, a closed gate and a sign that said “closed for the month” making Red sigh in confusion and frustration, pulling out her phone, just this morning the site had said it would be open, what is going on? And as she suspected the site of the orchard does say it would be open.

Red glanced at Y/n, who was trying to hide her disappointment, she was excited for today, Red and apples were her favourite thing in the world. “I’m sorry, i should’ve made sure it would be open before we drove all this way” Red said, feeling a pang of guilt.

“It’s okay, Red, the site did say it was open, so none of this is your fault” Y/n comforted.

“I’ll find us something to do right this instant” Red said distancing herself a bit while furiously searching through her phone.

Y/n just let her, noticing the desperation on the girl, she looked around and notice the height of the gate is easily climbable, she turned towards the red hair girl with a new glint in her eyes.

She approached the panicked girl who was now on call, she tapped her shoulder making her presence known.

“Hey, so i’m figuring something out, in the next town over, apparently there’s a festival there, Chloe and her friends are there-“ Red’s rambling was cut off.

“Why do we need to go to the next town? When we have this place all to ourselves?” Y/n said coyly taking the red haired girls hand and pulling her towards the gate once more.

“Yeah, but it’s closed” Red said confused by the change of behaviour. Y/n glanced knowingly at the top of the gate hoping for Red to get what she was trying to say and Red did, but she didn’t particularly like it.

“You want to climb over?…you?” Red said incredulously and Y/n nodded with an innocent look on her face as if she didn’t just suggest trespassing.

“We’ll get in major trouble if we get caught, you know that right?” Red felt a sense for pride towards her goody two shoes girlfriend wanting to cause trouble, but at the same time she knew that the girl 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 getting in trouble, even being a bit late to class is an intense things for her.

And again, the girl just looked at her with a sweet smile, she knew that the princess was trying to convince her with her puppy eyes and it was working really well and i mean….really well.

“I mean….we didn’t come all the way here just to turn back” Red sighed with a small smile on her face as she watched her girlfriend silently cheering at her victory.

“Are you sure Y/n? We’re breaking the rules here.” Red wanted you to make sure you knew what this meant and how much trouble you’re gonna be in if you were to get caught.

“I’m sureee, and it’s kinda fun, isn’t it? Breaking the rules” the royal said with a cheshire like smile.

“Who are you and have you done to my girlfriend” red joked, looking weirdly at her girlfriend.

Y/n chuckled before pushing red to climb the gates “just gooo”.

Red climbed first before softly guiding Y/n. Once they made it across the gate, Y/n muttered “oh my god, i can’t believe i just did that”

Red hearing this looked at her girlfriend worriedly “we can still turn back” but she didn’t expect Y/n to be smiling excitedly at her.

“ARE YOU KIDDING? THIS IS EXCITING” Y/n said before dragging her girlfriend towards the baskets, grabbing two before running to the rows of apples.

“C’mon lets get picking” Red smiled as she grabbed the girls hand.

They walked hand in hand through the rows of apple trees, the only sound the crunch of leaves underfoot.

Red led Y/N deeper into the orchard until they were surrounded by trees heavy with ripe apples.

The sight of the red and green fruits against the backdrop of falling golden autumn leaves was breathtaking.

They spent the next few hours wandering through the orchards, picking the ripest apples they can find. Y/n rambled about the ways to know which apple was the best to pick while Red just stared at them adoringly.

Y/n took a particularly red and shiny apple and took a bite of it, the juice of the apple was so sweet, the perfect texture and hardness, Y/n had found the perfect apple and wanted to share.

“Red!” Y/n called not noticing the juice running down her chin “you need to try this one! It’s so sweet” the girl groaned as her red haired girlfriend approached her.

Red just stared as Y/n savoured the sweet taste of the apple.

“Try it!” Y/n said pushing the apple towards the girl, her mouth still full. But, Red took her hand pushing it aside before leaning down to capture the girls lips.

The Royal was stunned, her eyes widening, before closing her eyes and leaning in for a deeper kiss, the apple in her hand long forgotten as she wrapped her arms around Red’s neck.

As they pulled away from each other, Red leaned their foreheads together grinning as she watched her girlfriends cheek glow pink.

“You’re right, it is 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 sweet” Red smirked before leaning back and grabbing a bite of the apple. Y/n looked at her hands, finally noticing the missing apple in her hands, her cheeks now red as her girlfriends hair, she turned away embarrassed, she heard her girlfriend chuckled behind her “shut up.” she muttered grabbing her basket and walking away.

They continued exploring, finding a tree with low-hanging branches that was perfect for climbing.

Red hoisted herself up first, then helped Y/N climb up beside her. From their perch in the tree, they could see the entire orchard spread out below them, the rows of apple trees stretching into the distance.

“This just might be the most perfect date ever” Y/n said leaning her head on Red’s shoulder.

“It is, isn’t it?” Red agreed, lacing their fingers together. They sat in silence, enjoying the view and each others company.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they talked and laughed, sharing stories and memories.

When it was time to finally go home, they jumped down the tree, Red grabbing her basket waiting for her girlfriend to do the same, but the latter just held out her hand wanting to hold hands.

“You’re not getting the apples?” Red asked confused.

“Oh….no, i feel bad enough for sneaking, i don’t want to steal their apples too” Y/n said with a cute frown on her face.

Red just chuckled at her girlfriend “well, i’m bringing these home” she said gesturing to the apples in her basket.

Y/n knew that it was useless to protest against the girl, so she just chuckled before clinging to the arms of her girlfriend.

Throughout the walk back to the car, Y/n listed different types of sweet they can make with the apples while Red just listen and looked at them, with love-filled eyes.

[misseviehyde]

PHONE CLONE

Molly was pissed off and she wasn't a woman you wanted to get on the wrong side of when she was angry.

The school her daughter Jenny attended was doing next to nothing to deal with the bullying her daughter was receiving from the head cheerleader. Chloe was a fucking bitch - a spoiled manipulative gaslighting slut - and Molly was going to take her down.

"We need evidence if we are going to act," the insipid teacher at school had told her, so Molly was going to find that evidence. She was going to find evidence that couldn't be dismissed and she was going to free her daughter from this torture.

"What are you doing Mom?" asked Jenny curiously as her Mom sat on the bed and grinned as she scrolled through her phone.

"I've found a way to get the proof we need. I downloaded a piece of software - Phone Clone, and I've used it to clone and copy Chloe's mobile. Now I have her entire life in my hand."

Molly picked up her note pad. "I'll scroll through and find the evidence we need. She's bound to have made a mistake somewhere... said something that proves she is your bully."

Jenny smiled proudly at how smart her Mom was.

"Ugh, she's such a stuck up little bitch. There are so many selfies on her phone it's incredible... even if she is... ughhh kind of pretty."

"Mom are you okay?"

Jenny had noticed something weird about her Mom's posture. Molly was sitting cross legged like a teenager would. She was sitting up straighter than usual too and she flicked her hair back with an uncharacteristically bitchy gesture as she hungrily scrolled through the phone.

"Like yeah... course I'm alright. There's like soooo much hot stuff on this phone. Haha the power Chloe must have over others... she's got the entire school at her fingertips. Mmmh its kind of sexy."

Molly groaned, the light from the phone illuminating her features and making her face look younger and meaner somehow.

"Mmmmh Tik Tok videos, hot boys numbers, shopping accounts for her spoiled little wardrobe. This is just so fucking good. I wish I had a life like this."

Jenny stared at her Mom in horror. She watched in unbelieving dismay as her Mom's nails became painted yellow... the same colour that Chloe had been wearing today.

"Mom... stop... something is wrong. Put down your phone."

But Molly wasn't listening. She grinned as she accessed more and more of Chloe's cloned phone and let the bitches selfish life was over her.

"Mmmmmh feel fucking yummy... gimmee gimmee gimmeeeeeee!"

Molly moaned as youth and vitality flooded her body. Her eyes flickered like she was being reprogrammed as the images from the phone burned into her mind.

Her flabby body began to tighten and tone. Sagging skin firmed up and she became younger and younger till she was the same age as her daughter.

Molly's boobs got even bigger and they rose higher on her chest than they had for years. Perky and firm, they were now in your face and impossible to ignore.

Her split ends cleared up as the curls fell out of her hair and it became totally straight and silky like that of a supermodel fresh from the hairdressers.

"Mmmmh fuck yesssss, change meeeee," groaned Molly as she gave into the delicious feelings and exalted in her transforming body.

Her waist crunched in and her hips pushed out. She was a toned athletic hottie now and this bitch could RIDE if she needed to.

"Fuck yeah," giggled Molly her voice becoming higher and taking on a bratty whine. "Mmmh like almost there loser. Are you ready?"

Giggling Molly deliberately lowered her head so her new silky blonde hair obscured her features.

"Mom?" whimpered Jenny.

"No... not Mommy," laughed Molly as she suddenly tossed her head back and revealed her new features... Chloe's features.

Plump pouty pink lips curved into a mean smile as sexy brown eyes sparkled with mischief and Molly's transformation into a perfect clone of Chloe completed itself.

Even Molly's clothes had changed. She was now wearing the sexy clothes that Chloe would wear and Jenny felt a pang of jealousy as she saw her Mom's long tanned legs on show and barely constrained cleavage.

"I... am.... fucking... hot," laughed Molly as she admired herself and took a selfie on her phone which had also changed to the latest model.

"Nooooo Mom, what's happened?"

"Shut up loser. Your dumb Mommy is me now and she fucking loves it. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Haha I wanted proof you were being bullied and now I AM your bully."

The new Chloe smirked as she leapt forward and pinned Jenny down. Leering into her victims face she hissed evilly.

"Don't worry though loser. I'm gonna help you. We're gonna delete all the data on the real Chloe's phone using my app and replace it with the backup data of your stupid Mom, so she turns into a nobody loser like you. Then when I replace her you're going to have a new Mommy. I'm Chloe now and I'm not going back.'

Jenny cried as she looked at the evil bitch her Mom had become and realised she was never getting her real Mom back. Molly had been over-cloned and she loved it.

[tvgals]

ׂׂૢ BIG BANK TAKE LITTLE BANK

— baseball player! onyankopon x black! actress! reader .

I IMAGINE — it’s you, ony, and you two’s seven year old daughter. she’s an only child and she’s living absolutely lavishly. she has her own bedroom and walk in closet. she always has the best hairstyle, clothes and shoes in school.

“daddy!” her voice rang out from the bathroom where you were doing her hair. ony walked in and could only smile. “look!” she says, hopping down from the stool she was standing on and jumping into his arms. “do you like it?” she asks, a huge smile on her face. “i love it. mama did a good job, huh?” he asks, putting her down. “yeah!” you giggle and usher her to her bedroom to put her uniform for school on.

“i got a game tonight..” ony says, walking towards you — who was putting up all the hair supplies and cleaning up hair. “i know. please don’t act a fool out here, baby.” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. “i won’t i won’t. i know chloe watches my games, she shouldn’t be seeing that.” ony apologizes, pulling you into his body by the small of your back. “promise?” you ask, putting his face into your hands. “promise.” ony says, leaning down and kissing you. “now go help yo’ daughter lace up them jordan’s you bought her.” you said, patting his chest and walking down the stairs. while downstairs you start packing chloe’s lunch. once finished, you find her backpack (which was discarded behind the couch) and you open it up, going through the papers that were either badly folded or crumbled up. you threw some away until one paper caught your eye, less damaged than the others. you take it out and start reading it, a pang in your chest.

“my wish is for my mommy and daddy to be at home more. sometimes i stay at my grandmas house but she does my hair really rough and i like it when my mommy does it best. my mommy is an actress and my daddy is a baseball player so sometimes they’re not home a lot. daddy has a game today and i hope he does good. :)”

you smile at the note, folding it up and putting it in your pocket to show ony later. you take chloe’s backpack into the kitchen and put her lunchbox inside, writing a note onto a sticky note and putting it on her lunchbox. you check your apple watch and call chloe downstairs. you hear her bracelets and mini gold hoops in her ears clack while she’s walking down the stairs. “let’s go.” you smile, handing her her backpack. chloe says her byes to ony and you two get into the car. “chloe?” you say. chloe responds with a quick, “yes?” you sigh and turn on your turning signal. “do you think me and daddy aren’t home a lot?”

“just sometimes. like when daddy has games and you have to go make movies. i like grandma but sometimes she can be mean.” chloe says, messing with the hem of her skirt. “do you want me and daddy to stay home with you?” you ask, turning the corner and pulling into the schools parking lot. “yes. i have fun when it’s just us.”’chloe smiles, unbuckling her seat belt. you grin and get chloe out the car and take her into the school, watching her skip down the hall with her friends. how are you gonna tell ony that he can’t go to his baseball game tonight?

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[alyrasturnz]

how did it end or chloe or sam or sophia or marcus angst!!! (the best songs from ttpd)

CHLOE OR SAM OR SOPHIA OR MARCUS {{ chris sturniolo }}

summary — you and chris became ensnared in a maze of miscommunication, where every word and gesture were fragments of a language neither of you fully grasped. it was only when chris had finally moved on, setting out to build a life of his own, that the puzzle pieces began to fit together. hindsight brought clarity, revealing the intricate dance of misunderstandings that had shaped your shared past.

— angst (no happy ending..)

warnings :: toxic!chris 😐

a/n ,, im actually slacking dude my writing is so bad and this is short afffff 😔 im probably gonna release how did it end tmr and rwlym after

you and chris were ensconced in the living room, the atmosphere so laden with tension that it seemed to weigh down the very air. the once familiar and comforting space now felt like a battlefield, where unspoken words and unresolved emotions hung heavily between you both.

you had been striving to maintain your composure, your mind racing with thoughts and questions, yet the growing chasm between you and chris was impossible to overlook. you could feel the cold distance in his eyes, a stark contrast to the warmth you once shared.

it was as if an invisible wall had been erected, separating your hearts and minds. at last, unable to bear the oppressive silence any longer, you summoned the courage to speak, your voice trembling with the weight of unspoken feelings.

you ook a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you clasped them together. your eyes searched chris's face for any sign of the warmth that once resided there. "chris," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "what’s going on? you’ve been so distant lately. It’s like you don’t even care anymore." you paused, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

chris sighed, the frustration etched deeply in his eyes. “it’s not that, y/n. i’ve just been... thinking a lot.”

“thinking? about what? us?” your voice wavered, your heart pounding in your chest, each beat a thunderous echo of your growing anxiety.

“yes, about us. about everything,” chris replied, his eyes skirting away from yours, as if the weight of his thoughts was too heavy to share through mere eye contact.

you felt a pang of desperation, your hands trembling slightly as you clutched at the fabric of your shirt. “i’ve been trying so hard to make things better. i’ve changed so much, hoping it would bring us closer. but it feels like the more i try, the further you pull away.” your voice cracked, the raw emotion evident in every word, as you took a hesitant step closer, searching his face for any sign of understanding.

chris’s eyes flashed with anger, his jaw tightening as he struggled to contain his emotions. “that’s the problem, y/n! you’ve changed so much that i don’t even recognize you anymore. it’s like you’ve become a completely different person,” he exclaimed, his voice rising with a mixture of frustration and sorrow, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

your voice rose, your frustration boiling over, like a pot long left unattended on a hot stove. “i changed because i thought it would help us! i thought if i became someone better, you’d be happier with me,” you cried, your hands gesturing wildly, each movement a testament to the turmoil churning within you.

chris stood up, his voice loud and filled with emotion, reverberating through the room like a storm. “but i never asked you to change! i fell in love with you, the real you. this... this isn’t the person i fell in love with,” he declared, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and sorrow, each word striking like a hammer against the fragile remnants of your shared past.

you stood up too, tears of anger and hurt welling in your eyes, shimmering like fragile crystals on the brink of shattering. “so what, chris? you want me to just stay the same forever? people grow, they evolve. why can’t you see that?” you retorted, your voice trembling with the weight of unspoken pain and the desperate need for understanding.

chris shook his head, his voice trembling with frustration, like a leaf caught in a tempest. “it’s not about growth, y/n. it’s about you becoming someone else entirely. i don’t know who you are anymore, and it’s driving me crazy,” he lamented, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions, each word a plea for the familiarity that seemed to slip further away with each passing moment.

your hands were shaking now, trembling like leaves in a fierce wind. “i did it for us, chris! i thought it would make things better. but you’re so stuck in your ways that you can’t even see that,” you cried out, your voice a mix of desperation and defiance, each word a testament to the chasm growing between your intentions and his perceptions.

chris's voice softened, yet the pain lingered like a shadow. “maybe i’m stuck, but at least i’m still me. i just wish you could see that changing everything about yourself isn’t the answer,” he murmured, his words carrying a quiet sorrow, each syllable a delicate echo of the love and confusion that still bound you together.

your voice broke as you spoke, trembling like a fragile reed in the wind. “i don’t know what else to do, chris. i’m trying to save us, but it feels like you’ve already given up,” you whispered, each word heavy with the weight of despair and a longing for the connection that seemed to slip further from your grasp.

the room fell silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. the once vibrant echoes of laughter and shared dreams now seemed distant, replaced by a heavy stillness. you both stood there, breathing heavily, each breath a reminder of the emotional toll that had been exacted.

the realization began to sink in, a slow, painful awareness that despite the depth of your love, the misunderstandings and frustrations had woven a chasm too vast to bridge. this rift, born of countless unspoken grievances and unmet expectations, now seemed insurmountable, a silent testament to the fragility of human connection and the complexities of the heart.

finally, chris spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the weight of his words threatened to break him. “i don’t know where we go from here, y/n. i really don’t,” he murmured, his tone laden with a profound sense of uncertainty and resignation, each word a fragile thread in the tapestry of your shared history, now fraying at the edges.

you nodded, your heart breaking into countless pieces. “neither do i, chris. neither do i,” you whispered, your voice a quiet echo of the sorrow and confusion that now enveloped you both, each word a testament to the shared despair and the uncertain path that lay ahead.

with that, you both stood in silence, the realization that your paths were diverging sinking in like a slow, inevitable tide. you had loved deeply, with a passion that once seemed unbreakable, but sometimes love isn’t enough to conquer the challenges that loom like shadows on the horizon.

the weight of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts now stood as silent sentinels between you, marking the end of a chapter written with both joy and sorrow.

»--•--«

you retrieved a cereal box from the shelf, your eyes lingering on it for a moment. the simple act of selecting breakfast brought a flood of memories, recalling the times you and chris would delight in the whimsical joy of sharing children's cereal, each spoonful a testament to the carefree moments that once defined your bond.

you smiled softly, a tender expression that had long eluded you since the breakup. the passage of time had whispered its counsel, urging you to move on, yet the heart's wounds are not so easily mended.

seven years had passed, and you were both but children then, navigating the tempestuous seas of youth. still, the ache lingered, a poignant reminder of what might have been. the dreams of a future shared with him, almost within your grasp, now shimmered like distant stars, forever out of reach.

you maneuvered your shopping cart, its wheels reluctantly scraping against the pristine floor. suddenly, your gaze fell upon a familiar figure—a boy from your past, now standing before you, seemingly engrossed in selecting diapers. the sight was a jarring juxtaposition of old memories and new realities, a reminder of the inexorable march of time and the unexpected paths it carves.

"chris?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. chris freezes, his entire being suspended in that moment. slowly, he turns around, his heart swelling with a tumult of emotions, his stomach twisting in a visceral response to the unexpected encounter.

"y/n," he uttered, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. his expression was slightly shaken, a reflection of the unexpected reunion. he looked different—his hair had grown longer, and a subtle stubble adorned his face, marking the passage of time and the changes it had wrought.

"it's been so long," you murmur softly, your voice a gentle echo of past memories. "how have you been?" you inquire hesitantly, the words carrying the weight of years and the unspoken questions that linger in the spaces between.

"i've... i've been great," chris articulates, his tone imbued with genuine sincerity. you felt a surge of relief, gratified that he had found happiness. yet, a small, unspoken part of you couldn't help but hope that he still harbored a lingering sense of missing you.

"that's nice," you acknowledge with a nod, the silence enveloping you like a shroud. "so..." you begin, attempting to break the stillness, but a small, unexpected voice interrupts you.

"daddy!" a diminutive boy vociferated, sprinting towards chris as you furrowed your eyebrows in consternation.

"hey, bud," he greeted, a broad grin unfurling across his visage as he hoisted the boy and gently placed him into the shopping cart.

your mouth falls slightly agape, your lips parting in silent astonishment as you stare, transfixed by the unfolding interaction before you. each second seems to stretch into eternity as the realization dawns upon you with the weight of a thousand revelations: chris. has. a. child.

"um," chris murmurs, clearing his throat and running a hand through his tousled hair, the movement slow and deliberate. he pauses for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, before turning his gaze toward you. "i think i should get going," he remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. he nods slightly, the motion almost imperceptible, as you reciprocate the gesture with a similar, measured nod.

"uh, yeah, of course," you quickly nod, your movements brisk yet filled with a certain urgency. "i have a question, though," you add, your voice carrying a subtle undertone of curiosity and anticipation.

"would things have been different if i didn't... y'know," you mutter, your voice trailing off into a whisper as you grapple with the weight of unspoken possibilities.

chris softly smiles, a gentle curve forming on his lips. "i loved you the way you were, not the person you tried to be," he says softly, his words carrying a tender warmth that seems to momentarily halt the passage of time. your whole world freezes, each second stretching into an eternity. "goodbye, y/n," he murmurs, and with that, he turns away, pushing his shopping cart into the distance.

it felt as though your entire world had been torn asunder with a single sentence, the very fabric of your existence unraveling in an instant. your heart shattered into a million fragmented pieces, each one a poignant reminder of the pain now etched into your soul.

the weight of those words bore down upon you, leaving you breathless and adrift in a sea of sorrow. every fragment of your heart seemed to echo with the loss, reverberating through your being and leaving an indelible mark on your spirit.

you could have been the mother of his child, nurturing a life that symbolized your shared dreams. you could have walked down that aisle, each step a testament to the love and promises you held dear. you could have done so much, weaving countless moments of joy and sorrow into the tapestry of a life together, now forever lost to the realm of what might have been.

so many could'ves linger in the air, each one a whisper of unrealized potential. it pains you to reflect, knowing that in the naivety of your youth, you were too impaired to grasp the gravity of your choices. the wisdom that comes with time was absent then, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty and missed opportunities.

[halucynator]

False Fronts III

part 3 of 4

the mastermind behind this one is @berryzxx as always thank you for your help bby (after this series finishes, i want you to fill my inbox btw)

i shouldve named jess chloe because damn this girl is giving off major chloe vibes from mlb. sorry if this is like underwhelming.

i might make a part 4 (but like only if you ask nicely) because this isn't an ending it can't possibly be an ending!!

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, "fake" dating, jealousy, not proof read and my writing

Summary: Being asked to fake date someone to get a petty ex off their back is the worst possible way of being friend-zoned. You, however, were willing to take any chances to get as close as you could to Theodore Nott.

now playing: cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter

reblogs with tags are always appreciated <;33

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4: fluff angst

"Stop right there, bitch! Get the fuck away from my boyfriend." Jess's voice cut through the tense air, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Theo sighed in exasperation. "Ex-boyfriend. And don't you dare talk to my girlfriend like that." His words carried a chilly intensity.

"Oh, she's your girlfriend now? That's hilarious because the last time I checked, you two were faking it," Jess retorted, a smug smirk playing on her lips.

The unexpected reveal left you and Theo exchanging a helpless glance. How did Jess figure it out? You had played the roles so convincingly that even you were starting to believe the lines had blurred between fake and real.

Before Theo could interject, Jess continued, her voice dripping with confidence. "Cut the act. You may have fooled everyone else, but the one person you wanted to fool hasn't been fooled."

You attempted to speak up, to question how she found out, but Jess swiftly shut you down.

"How did I know?" Jess glanced at you, then turned back to Theo. "Your "girlfriend" here," she eyed you "is quite chatty. Talks to her friends about how real it feels between you two. It's honestly so sad. She's desperate for your little facade to be real."

The weight of Jess's words hung heavy in the air. Theo's expression morphed from surprise to a mix of confusion and disbelief. You felt a pang of embarrassment and frustration. How could something you thought was contained within the fake dating scenario leak out and become gossip?

Amidst the tension, you struggled to find the right words to explain or defend yourself, caught in this sudden unraveling of a secret that had been meant to stay hidden.

Seeing the lack of reaction from either of you, Jess pressed on. "Pathetic, isn't it? Wanting something that's not real to be real."

Theo's jaw clenched, a knot forming in his brow as his gaze ricocheted between you and Jess, desperately seeking some clarity amidst the chaos. The gravity of the situation settled heavily, leaving you scrambling to find the right words to shield yourself from her accusations, to explain the bizarre blend of make-believe and genuine emotions that had intertwined.

"God, she's so pathetic," Jess continued, her words laced with a mocking tone that cut through the tension like a dagger. "He's gonna drop you, sweetie. You really think he'd date—"

Before Jess could finish her sentence, Theo's voice cut in, firm and resolute. "Enough, Jess. You don't know anything about us, so quit pretending like you do."

There was an edge to Theo's tone, a hint of frustration, as he stood his ground, shutting down Jess's attempts to sow doubt. His protective stance felt like a shield against her words, offering a reassuring anchor amidst the sudden storm of doubts. His words held a sharpness, a protective edge that cut through the tension between you, Jess, and him. There was an unmistakable weight to his tone, a warning that echoed with an intensity that couldn't be ignored.

Jess taunted, "Maybe, but I know this little fling of yours is fake."

Theo's frustration boiled over. "It's not fake!" His voice surged with an unexpected intensity.

Jess remained unconvinced. "Prove it, then."

Both you and Jess turned towards him, a shared look of confusion etched across your faces, curious about his next move.

And then he kissed you.

Just like that.

Theo's hand gently but firmly encircled your face, his touch tender yet commanding as he guided your gaze to meet his with an almost magnetic force. His eyes, ablaze with an unspoken intensity, drew you closer as he leaned in, the anticipation palpable in the charged air between you both.

With a tender yet deliberate motion, his lips met yours, igniting a spark that seemed to set the world around you ablaze. The kiss, at first hesitant yet brimming with an undeniable passion, swiftly intensified into a hurricane of emotions, locking you into a shared moment that transcended time.

As Jess stormed away, the tumultuous whirlwind of her departure seemed to only fuel the fervor of the kiss, heightening the sensation of intimacy and urgency. Despite her exit, the connection between you and Theo only deepened, the embrace continuing unabated, lost in the heat of the moment.

After the brief, surprising kiss, you and Theo pulled away, both slightly taken aback by the sudden rush of emotions that surged between you.

Theo's voice broke the silence, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his words. "Is what she said true?"

You met his gaze, the honesty in his eyes compelling you to speak your truth. "Well, that's what I was about to tell you before she rudely interrupted me," you admitted, a tinge of frustration evident in your voice.

Theo's expression softened as he took a step closer, a mixture of emotions playing on his features. "I'm sorry about that. Go on, tell me."

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your thoughts, finally getting the chance to express what had been on your mind amidst the chaos. "Theo, what started as a fake dating thing somehow... shifted. It wasn't just acting anymore. I began to feel something real, something I didn't expect. And I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier that... I think I might have fallen for you."

Theo's eyes widened slightly, surprise mingling with a hint of something that resembled hope. "Y/N, I... I feel the same way. I didn't plan on it either, but somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like just a fake thing."

Before either of you could say more, footsteps approached, interrupting the moment once again. It was your friends, rushing over, oblivious to the emotional exchange that had just taken place.

"Hey, guys! What's up?" one of them asked cheerfully, completely unaware of the weight of the situation.

Theo shot you a quick look, a silent agreement passing between you to revisit the conversation later, as the group gathered around, blissfully unaware of the emotions that had unexpectedly blossomed between you.

As your friends gathered around, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you and Theo, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Laughter filled the air, and you both seamlessly blended into the group, concealing the emotions that had just occurred moments ago.

Throughout the evening, stolen glances and subtle smiles exchanged between you and Theo conveyed more than words ever could. It was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings now shared between the two of you.

As the night wore on, the group dispersed, leaving you and Theo alone in the quiet of the Hogwarts grounds. The air was thick with unsaid words and newfound emotions.

Theo hesitated for a moment, then turned to you. "Y/N, about earlier..."

Before he could continue, you placed a gentle hand on his arm, offering a reassuring smile. "We'll talk later, Theo. For now, let's just enjoy the peace."

A sense of understanding passed between you, a mutual agreement to let the night unfold without the weight of rushed confessions or overwhelming emotions.

Together, you strolled through the dimly lit pathways, relishing the tranquility of the moment. Letting the newly revealed feelings linger in that money felt right.

The air crackled with anticipation, and you couldn't help but wonder: would this newfound bond flourish into something more, or would the weight of uncertainty push you both apart?

Only one way to find out.

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part 4: choose your ending. fluff angst

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[vicsy]

They had an agreement, thing is. 

Lance hadn't forgotten even in the midst of getting his brain scrambled and his body feeling like jelly once the last bits of the adrenaline seeped out of him; evaporated like droplets of water on the heated surface of the Singapore race track, streaked with burnt tyre marks and covered in the debris of his car.

His dad caught up with him at the doors of the med center, tugging Lance in for a mindful hug, away from cameras and those media vultures. The doctors had already cleared him of the worst but Lance couldn't fight a jittery feeling, even with Lawrence's hold steadying him in more ways than one. He powered through it, though, managing a quick foray to catering and finding nothing to his liking. 

Lance's phone was a minute or two away from blowing up, messages and notifications piling up. He called his sister instead of texting her back, gingerly sitting on the side of the hotel room bed, the aftermath of his crash reverberating through his bones, a faint buzzing under his skin. When Chloe picked up with envious speed, as if she's been waiting, Lance cut off whatever she was gearing up to say, his voice steadier than he felt. 

Fine. He was fine. He didn't have to see the pics; he's been there, he lived through it. Saved him from the mockery of it all, for sure.

He set his phone on the nightstand beside a pack of painkillers the doctors prescribed and a half-drank bottle of water, slumping against the headboard, floating on the verge of passing out. It took some time to settle in, Lance diligently cataloguing every painful pang and uncomfortable pull of muscles that made him grit his teeth until he settled carefully on his side, facing the panoramic window. 

He hadn't forgotten, even in sleep, and when Lance opens his eyes, disturbed by a familiar noise of the door opening, something stirs at the back of his mind, a warning flashing before his bleary eyes. 

It was their thing. On media day, Lance found himself chatting away with Esteban when Fernando came up to both of them, discreetly palming Lance's ass, then dipping his fingers in his back pocket to fish out a keycard. Este only looked in horror and Lance barely contained a tiny laugh bubbling in his chest. Fernando's nonchalance as he waved the keycard playfully at him and shot a pointed took Esteban's way earned Lance a nasty smack on the shoulder and a frantic tirade half in French, half in English. 

That was Thursday. Lance ended up spread out on the bed, panting into the mattress helplessly, thighs shaking as Fernando took his fill and they fell asleep tangled with each other, sated. On Friday night, he went down to his knees, Fernando's eyes screwed shut and his back pressed against the door of his hotel room, fingers tangled in Lance's hair, the keycard he stole lying on the floor beside him. Two could play this game.

And tonight, they're not supposed to–

There's a muffled sound of footsteps and then the bed dips. Lance moves to roll onto his back, only to stop short as a hand wraps around his middle, strong and possessive. Fernando presses his body alongside his, sure and steady; warm but out of place. 

"Fernando?" Lance calls out, dumbly, in some sort of dizzy disbelief. 

He wasn't superstitious. It was Fernando's forte. Anyone else would have laughed it off but Lance listened to Fernando's reasoning the night after they raced in Spain, stealing two days out of the schedule to be away from their pressing obligations, media shitstorm and judgmental looks. Lance doesn't remember leaving the bed much but the sunset over Oviedo burned itself in his memory, along with every little quiver and moan Fernando wrenched out of him, sealing their lips together as the sun slipped below the horizon outside an open window. 

"Is bad luck," Fernando had said, propped up on one elbow, mouth curving in an easy grin that pulled a lazy smile out of Lance, almost automatically. "Better we always miss one day and meet after the race, no?"

Fernando kissed the corner of his mouth, gripping the back of Lance's neck, and he'd agreed to the terms, never the one to protest. It didn't matter to Lance much back then, setting a tray with their food aside in favor of pulling Fernando on top of him, chasing what neither of them should have ever had.

And yet.

A day before the race, they stay in their rooms; they don't fuck. No funny business. 

They had an agreement and it shouldn't be broken over Lance's own string of bad fucking luck or whatever karmic debt he acquired; over the hunger he knows resides deep in Fernando's soul. Over the one that flickers within Lance, a trivial thing before the real enormity of it swallowed him whole. 

Fernando's palm slips up and down his thigh, fingers passing over the hem of his sleep shorts and Lance's breath hitches. He's never said no, but he's not in the right condition for anything, let alone lying there and taking it. Usually Fernando rolls him onto his belly and Lance goes, pliant and willing and already breathless with anticipation. Now, his body freezes like he's about to crash again and his mind wanders.

Offhandedly, Lance tries to remember if Fernando had called or texted him but what would be the point of it now? He breathes in shakily, staying painfully still. 

"Hey, I don't–"

Fernando cuts him off.

"Shh," he whispers as if annoyed, softly kissing the nape of Lance's neck once, twice, then splaying his palm across the flat plane of Lance's stomach. "You sleep now. Tomorrow, we race."

It knocks Lance off balance, the way he entirely missed the mark. He feels Fernando burrow his face in his hair, breath tickling his sensitive skin. He holds Lance close, his grip unrelenting, borderline suffocating and something cracks open in Lance's chest, spills out and makes him shiver. The tension eases and he tentatively covers Fernando's hand on his body with his. 

Crawling out of the corner Lance backed himself into, he settles in the bewildered comfort. In his eyes, Fernando is two men at once — the one who who isn't scared of means to an end in order to win and the one who comes up with a different nickname to call Lance in private, making his heart flutter. 

And in the never-ending aftermath of his crash, in the face of those who always turn their back to Lance, the latter man claims his victory. Lulled by Fernando's steady heartbeat against his shoulder blades, Lance slips into fitful sleep, hope nestling deep in his ribcage. 

He wakes with a jolt. Feels like he's fallen into a pit, panicky and sticky with sweat, heart hammering away an uneven rhythm. A heavy weight of Fernando's hand is still slung across his back, a solid point of contact. Some semblance of relief lurches in his throat along with nausea. 

Lance knows something is wrong. He sluggishly gets his hands underneath himself, struggling to lift himself up, and falls back on the bed with a pathetic little noise. His alarm hasn't gone off yet. It's barely light outside. 

His limbs won't cooperate, no substantial strength in his muscles, his t-shirt sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Head pounding, Lance blinks rapidly, suddenly out of breath, like he just completed the race. What a fucking joke. He screws his eyes shut, his mind racing.  

A hand pushes on his shoulder to roll him onto his back in a sick reverse of what he's used to. When Lance blinks his eyes open again, Fernando's sleep-rumpled face swims into his vision. He can't read his expression right, just takes in the lines of worry on Fernando's forehead. He must look like hell.

Lance shakes his head against the pillow, the pinprick of tears in the corners of his eyes. Fernando's shoulders sag as he rasps:

"Is fine, Lance."

It's not. He's not fit to race, a hopeless case at this point. 

"I can't," Lance chokes against the unfamiliar lump in his throat. "Fer, I'm– I can't."

He hurts all over, pain erupting in different parts of his body and then flaring everywhere at once. Lance feels so fucking betrayed, restrained, pitiful. He remembers waking up from surgery, groggy and still half-broken but it feels worse now, feels baneful. Lance moves to swipe damp hair from his forehead, hand wavering, laden. 

Fernando takes him by the wrist, lifts his hand gentle enough and Lance allows to be manoeuvred, guided. Then; a kiss placed over the scar there, warm lips pressed to his clammy skin, grounding him. Lance lets an ugly sob free.

"Is fine," Fernando repeats, a hollow look in his eyes. His fingers tighten around Lance's wrist. "I race for us both this time."

He leaves, soon after; Lance stays behind. 

He almost wishes Fernando good luck, out of habit. Almost. Lately, Lance has been all out of it but he'd spare some for Fernando, unprompted. He promises Lance to wear one of his gloves for the race. For luck. Lance's face twist as do his insides. He's always been dismal at masking how he really feels. 

The last twenty laps Lance watches from the back of the Aston Martin garage, tucked safely away from the reporters. His body still feels sore, like a foreign entity that exists outside of him but it pales in comparison to the feeling of his stomach dropping as Fernando spins on the track and keeps losing and losing and losing. 

Perhaps, it's Lance's luck that does him in. Misplaced blame tastes acrid on his tongue. 

As the celebrations unfold, he seeks Fernando out from a distance. He catches him among the sea of mechanics, race suit undone halfway, the same hollowed look from this morning haunting his features. He stalks forward, past where Lance has glued himself to one of the chairs. He makes no move to follow. Fernando doesn't grace him with a mere gaze. In the background, fireworks erupt.

Back in his hotel room, suitcase laid on the floor in disarray, Lance distracts himself and puts his phones aside, itching to shoot a text or anything, really. Fernando has been radio silent since the end of the race, leaving the debrief earlier than usual. Lance isn't some dumb, love-sick teenager, he knows well enough that after today's debacle Fernando would need space. He waits with patience honed with years.

And waits.

And waits.

Then gives up, momentarily scorned. It's almost past midnight. He should have known better; Esteban would be right to laugh in his face. 

They had an agreement. 

It's unfair to the core since Fernando shattered it himself and the reason why was kept implicit, just beneath the surface. Too many ifs cross Lance's mind like someone opened the floodgates of his thoughts. If he was insignificant, Fernando wouldn't bother right from the very start but they're way past the point of no return. If Lance was wiser or older or not himself, he would not have cared at all and even now, he fucking shouldn't. If isn't good enough of an excuse to feel the skin on his wrist burn with a ghost of a kiss; to crave the safety of Fernando's embrace. To be the sole center of his undivided attention.

It's still Sunday night.

They had an agreement. 

Lance downs the last of the painkillers and drags himself under a thick blanket, the aircon cranked to the max and all the lights turned off. 

The door stays shut, the night passes by. His ache grows stronger and doesn't subside.

Morning greets Lance with a taste of defeat and the knowledge settling deep in his bones. He could race with his heart out on the track but could hardly wrestle a win against the clutches the race itself has sunk so utterly deep into Fernando.

Lance's luck leaves him no chances. After all, he was born to lose.

[fanfics4world]

Chapter 8: ¿Mom?

After the incident with Uliana, the hallway of Merlin Academy was filled with murmurs and whispers. Students milled about, some still in shock from what had happened. Red, Chloe, Bridget and Ella stood together, trying to distract themselves by talking about the homecoming dance.

“Do you have a date for the dance yet, Bridget?” asked Red, trying to ease the tension in the air. Before Bridget could answer, a familiar voice was heard behind them.

“Yeah, Bridget, do you have a date for the dance yet?”

The girls turned to see Skye approaching, her beaming smile lighting up the hallway. When Red saw Skye, she felt time stand still. Her heart pounded and a mixture of emotions washed over her. There she was, in front of her, the young version of her deceased mother. Skye looked so alive, so full of energy and determination. Red felt a pang of grief at the memory of her mother's last moments, but also a spark of hope at seeing her again, even if it was in the past.

Bridget, with a mischievous smile, approached Skye, her eyes sparkling playfully. “Well, I'll go with my girlfriend” Bridget said, wanting to play a little.

Skye feigned a pout, her lips forming an exaggerated grimace of sadness. “In that case, I'll have to find another date” Skye replied, turning away as if she was about to leave.

Before she could take a step, Bridget grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and pulled her to her, their lips meeting in a kiss.

“Don't you dare” Bridget murmured against her lips, her voice full of love and determination.

Skye smiled against Bridget's lips, her eyes full of joy and complicity.

“So, will you be my date for the dance?” asked Skye, her voice soft and hopeful.

“Of course” Bridget replied without hesitation before jumping up and down in excitement, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“We have to try on dresses, but now! We only have two days” she said, her voice full of urgency and excitement.

Skye nodded, sharing Bridget's excitement, who grabbed Skye's hand and, without wasting a second, began to quickly drag her up the stairs.

“See you girls!” said Bridget goodbye, her voice echoing down the hall as they climbed the stairs.

The full moon was dimly illuminating the Black Lagoon, creating eerie shadows on the water. Red and Chloe crouched behind some bushes, their hearts pounding as they waited for the villains to arrive. The air was thick with tension and the sound of whispering and footsteps drew ever closer.

Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice. 

“I'm going to kill her, I'm going to cut the tentacles off that pathetic attempt of a villain and shove them down the throats of her bunch of smug minions” said Skye in a furious voice. Chloe and Red looked at each other, their eyes reflecting concern and surprise. 

“Skye, please stop, it's not worth it” Bridget pleaded.

Skye stopped dead in her tracks, her body shaking with pent up fury. She turned to face her girlfriend, her eyes flashing with determination. She was tired of someone as good as Bridget wasting her kindness on someone like Uliana.

“What's not worth it? I'm not going to stand idly by while Uliana and her gang mess with you and threaten you” Skye said, frustrated and angry. She looked at Bridget, searching her face for answers.

“Would you have told me?” she asked, Bridget looked at her.

“If Ella hadn't told me, would you have told me?”

Bridget fell silent, her silence speaking louder than any words. She looked down, unable to hold the intensity of Skye's gaze. That lack of response was enough for Skye to understand the truth.

“Why? You told me yourself that I didn't have to hide anything from you. That you were there for me. So why would you keep it from me?” said Skye in a broken voice.

Skye's words were laden with deep sadness and betrayal. Each syllable seemed to hang heavy in the air, filling the space between them with a palpable tension.

Bridget was about to respond when a noise from behind some bushes interrupted them. Skye, her senses alert, drew her sword in one swift, fluid motion.

“Who's there?” asked Skye in a firm voice.

From the bushes Chloe and Red emerged, their faces reflecting a mixture of surprise and nervousness. Bridget, surprised, approached Skye, trying to calm the situation.

“Girls, what are you doing here?” asked Bridget, surprised. Skye glanced at Bridget before turning her gaze to the newcomers, her eyes full of distrust.

“Do you know them?” asked Skye in a serious voice.

Bridget nodded quickly, trying to ease the tension. “Yes, that's Chloe and Red, the exchange students Ella mentioned this morning” she explained.

Skye watched the girls for a moment longer before putting her sword away, her expression softening slightly. “Sorry for pulling the sword out. I thought you were someone from Uliana's gang” Skye said in a calmer voice offering them an apologetic smile.

“Girls, what are you doing in the Black Lagoon? It's dangerous out here” Bridget asked.

Red exchanged a quick glance with Chloe before answering. “We wanted to see what Uliana was up to” Red said catching Skye's attention, which brought an idea to her mind.

“Will you tell me what you find out?” asked Skye. Bridget opened her mouth to scold Skye, but Skye quickly interrupted her. “I promise I won't do anything to Uliana, but if you won't let me confront her, at least let me know if she's up to something, if I know what she's up to, I'll be able to stop her. I promise to leave all her tentacles intact... or well, almost all of them”

Bridget looked at Skye with a mixture of exasperation and affection before turning her gaze to Red and Chloe. She knew she couldn't change her girlfriend's mind. With a resigned sigh, she nodded.

“Alright, but be careful”

Then, Bridget took Skye's hand, her tone softening.

“Come on, let's get back to the academy. It's starting to get cold already” she said.

Skye waved goodbye to the girls.

Skye and Bridget walked back to Merlin Academy, the night air growing colder and colder. Bridget hugged herself, trying to keep warm, but her shivering was evident.

Skye, ever attentive to detail, noticed how cold her girlfriend felt. Without a second thought, she removed her leather jacket and placed it gently over Bridget's shoulders.

“You need it more than I do”

Bridget looked up, surprised and grateful. Her eyes met Skye's, and in that moment, all the love and concern they felt for each other became palpable.

“Thank you” Bridget murmured.

Skye smiled, but Bridget's expression turned serious as she remembered the earlier conversation. Bridget broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper.

“Skye, I'm sorry...I...I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to get in trouble for defending me. After you beat up Hook because of me…” said Bridget in a chagrined voice.

Skye stopped suddenly, interrupting Bridget. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of love and frustration.

“Not because of you, but because I love you, Bridget. I love you so much I'd burn the damn academy down for you. It hurts me to watch those idiots mess with you” Skye said. Bridget moved closer to her, her eyes full of tenderness. Without a word, she kissed her softly. Then, they pressed their foreheads together, sharing a moment of intimacy.

“I love you too, Skye. And I'm sorry, but standing up to them doesn't make you a better person than them” Bridget said in a soft voice. Skye looked down, feeling a pang of guilt.

“Maybe I do look like my mother after all”

Bridget held Skye's face with both hands, forcing her to look her in the eye. “You don't look like her. Listen to me, Skye. You're kind, empathetic, and you care about others. You're someone who doesn't hesitate to risk everything to do the right thing. You're a good person, you're not like her” Bridget said in a firm voice.

Bridget's words resonated in Skye's heart, filling her with a comforting warmth.

When Red and Chloe arrived at Bridget's room to ask her about the recipe book, it was Skye who opened the door.

“Can I help you?” asked Skye with a raised eyebrow.

“We're looking for Bridget” replied Chloe quickly.

“She's gone off for a moment to look at some of the dress for the dance, but she shouldn't be long. If you want, you can wait for her inside” said Skye opening the door a little wider to let them in.

Red and Chloe exchanged a glance before accepting the invitation. Skye closed the door behind them. Once inside, Skye turned to them, her expression curious.

“Did you find out anything about what Uliana was up to?”

Red was quick to reply, trying to sound convincing. “Uliana was simply humiliated, but I don't think she's a threat” Red lied, knowing that she and Chloe were actually planning to stop Uliana.

Skye thanked them, her voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and frustration. “Sometimes I wish Bridget wouldn't be so nice to people who don't deserve it” she said sighing.

“Lucky she has her knight in shining armour” Chloe commented. Skye laughed, a sound that lightened the charged atmosphere a little.

“What can I say? The things you do for love” Skye said with a smile, her tone light and full of affection.

Red was silent, her thoughts returning to her own mother. Skye's phrase echoed in her mind, bringing with it a surge of emotions. She remembered how her mother changed drastically after Skye's death. 

The love that had once been her driving force had become a source of unbearable pain. Her mother, unable to bear the loss, had transformed into the tyrannical Queen of Hearts, her heart hardened by suffering.

Red thought back to the days before the tragedy, when her mother had been a different person. She had been kind, loving, and full of life. But Skye's death had left a void that nothing could fill. The love she felt for Skye had become an open wound, and in her desperation to protect herself from the pain, her mother had closed her heart to the world. 

As she watched Skye, Red couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. She knew that love could be a powerful force, capable of inspiring great acts of bravery and sacrifice. But she also knew it could be destructive, driving people to do things they could never have imagined. 

Her mother had become a tyrant not because she lacked love, but because she had too much, because she couldn't handle the pain of losing the person she loved more than anything else in the world.

“Maybe you can help us. We're looking for the sorcerer's cookbook” Red said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Skye nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. “Bridget has a lot of cookbooks. I'll take a look” she said heading towards the bookshelf.

As Skye searched through the books, Red noticed something on a dresser. It was a mirror, but not just any mirror. Its surface seemed to glow with a light of its own.

“Is that the magic mirror?” asked Red, pointing to the object. Skye turned, following Red's gaze.

“Yes, it's the magic mirror. It's Bridget's, it's been in the Heart family for years” explained Skye, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Would you mind if we took a... well, a look at it?” asked Red, trying to sound casual. Skye smiled, understanding the girls' curiosity.

“If you guys don't say anything, neither do I” replied Skye, before turning to continue looking for the book.

A few minutes later, they heard the door open and Red hurried to put the mirror back in its place. Bridget walked in, at first surprised to see the girls, but her face quickly lit up with a cheerful smile.

“Hi, girls!” greeted Bridget enthusiastically.

“Did you do everything you had to do?” asked Skye. Bridget nodded, moving closer to her.

“Yeah, and I took the opportunity to buy some ginger tea that we were running low on” Bridget replied, holding out a small box.

Skye looked at the girls and offered them a smile. “Do you want to stay for tea?”,

Red hesitated for a moment, but Chloe quickly responded, a smile on her face.

“It would be a pleasure” Chloe said.

As they sipped tea, Chloe looked around the room in wonder, admiring every detail.

Bridget and Skye's room at Merlin Academy was a perfect reflection of their personalities and their love of Wonderland. Upon entering, the first thing that caught the eye was the vibrant touches of pink and red that adorned the walls and furniture. The soft pink of the curtains and cushions contrasted beautifully with the deep red of the rugs and blankets, creating a warm and cosy atmosphere.

In the centre of the room, a double bed dominated the space. The immaculate white bedspread was decorated with delicate pink and red embroidery, forming floral patterns that seemed to come to life in the soft light of the lamps. The cushions, in shades of pink and red, were neatly arranged, inviting anyone to sink into their comfort.

The walls were adorned with gilt-framed pictures and mirrors, each telling a story from Wonderland. There were illustrations of enchanted gardens, pocket watches and teacups, all elements that evoked the magic and mystery of their home.

The floor was covered with a red velvet carpet, so soft it seemed to float underfoot. To one side of the bed, a white bedside table held a lamp with a pink lace shade. At the other end of the room, a bookshelf filled with recipe books and magic potions displayed Bridget's passion for cooking and magic.

“Did you decorate it yourselves?” asked Chloe, her eyes roaming the walls and furniture.

“All credit to Bridget” Skye replied with a smile. “I grew up surrounded by white, so I don't understand much about colour schemes”

Red looked around the room, noting the vibrant colours and unique decor. “Where I come from, there are rules against all this” Red said, pointing to the room.

Bridget, with an innocent expression, asked. “Who would be against fun?”

“The queen” Red replied, her tone serious. “That is, my mother”

Skye nodded, understanding perfectly. “I know what that's like. In the White Kingdom there is no life or colour, only perfection. My mother thought fun was a waste of time for me. I didn't attend a real ball until Bridget invited me to the ball her mother hosted at the Castle of Hearts” Skye explained.

Red became aware of the life her mother had led. The stiffness and lack of colour in her childhood contrasted sharply with the warmth and joy Bridget had brought into her life.

Chloe looked at Skye and Bridget curiously. “I thought your families were enemies” commented Chloe.

“They are” replied Bridget. “There is a border that separates the White Kingdom and the Kingdom of Hearts”

“But one day, after an argument with my mother, I crossed the border and met a certain pink-haired princess who I fell madly in love with. And here we are now” continued Skye, with a nostalgic smile.

Watching the young versions of her mothers, interacting with each other, Red felt a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. She remembered when she was little, when her mother was still alive and Bridget hadn't become the tyrannical Queen of Hearts. The laughter and knowing glances between Skye and Bridget brought back memories of happier times, when their family was united and love flowed unrestricted. Seeing them like this, so young and in love, reminded her of what she had lost, but also gave her a glimpse of what could have been. Red realised how much Bridget had changed since then, and a part of her wished she could go back to those days, before it all fell apart.

She saw the kindness and love they shared, and that gave her the strength to go on with her mission. Red silently vowed that she would do everything she could to protect that love and keep Bridget from becoming the tyrant she knew.

They spent some more time talking until Skye realized that Red and Chloe had come looking for something.

“You came looking for a cookbook, didn't you?” asked Skye, remembering their initial purpose.

“Yes, the sorcerer's cookbook” replied Red.

Bridget shook her head. “Unfortunately, I don't have it. As it is a forbidden book, Merlin will have it confined to his chambers and enchanted so that no bad people can touch it”

Red nodded, understanding the situation. “Well, we should be going now. We've enjoyed having tea”

As Red and Chloe left the room, Bridget closed the door behind them. Then, she turned to Skye with a playful smile.

“So you saw a pink-haired princess and fell madly in love, huh?” asked Bridget, with a twinkle in her eye.

Skye smiled and walked over to her, grabbing Bridget's hips and pulling her to herself.

“You should look in the mirror more often, because I'm sure you're the only wonder in Wonderland” Skye replied in a soft voice.

After her argument with Chloe, Red found herself in the courtyard of Merlin Academy, sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree. The cool afternoon air helped her calm down, but her mind was still scrambled.

“Are you okay?”

Red turned her head and saw Skye. She forced a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm fine” Red replied, but her tone didn't convince Skye, who sat down next to her.

Several minutes passed in a comfortable silence, the kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled with words. Red stared at the ground, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She felt a mixture of frustration and sadness. Finally, she decided to break the silence, her voice barely a whisper.

“Do you ever think about what your mother was like when she was young?”

Skye was silent for a few seconds, staring off into the horizon before admitting the truth.

“Yes, I used to” Skye said. “I used to wonder how it was that my mother became the perfectionist, cold queen I knew. The queen who always reminded me how disappointed she was in me and who only saw me as a tool. But then I realised that, whatever it was, it would never justify the things she did to me”

Red could relate, her own experiences resonating with Skye's words. She felt a lump in her throat, a mixture of anger and sadness that she had been suppressing for a long time.

“My mother hates my style, my way of thinking... you know, she hates everything about me” Red confessed, her voice full of sadness.

Skye looked at her, knowing exactly how she felt. There was a silent understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words.

“If I ever had a daughter, apart from having Bridget's baking skills, I'd love to have a daughter who could think for herself” Skye said, with a soft smile.

At that moment, Red couldn't hold back any longer. The emotions she had been suppressing for so long finally overwhelmed her. With a determined move, she threw herself at Skye and hugged her tightly. Feeling the warmth and solidity of her mother's body, even if it was a young and unfamiliar version of her, was like a balm to her wounded soul.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. It was a cry of relief, of sadness and of love. Holding Skye again, after so many years of absence and pain, was an almost surreal experience. Red closed her eyes, allowing herself to lose herself in the moment, feeling every beat of Skye's heart against her own.

For Skye, the embrace was unexpected, but she didn't reject it. She felt the intensity of Red's emotions, and though she didn't fully understand why, she responded with a warm, comforting hug. Her hands gently caressed Red's back, trying to offer her the comfort she clearly needed.

Red clung to Skye as if her life depended on it. In that embrace, she found a connection that transcended time and space. It was a bridge between the past and the future, a moment of understanding and love that gave her the strength to carry on. She felt her mother's unconditional love, something she had longed for desperately since her death.

The embrace lasted several minutes, but for Red, it seemed like an eternity. Every second was a gift, a chance to heal the wounds in her heart. Though she knew this Skye was unaware of her true identity, the gesture of love and support was enough to fill the emptiness she had felt for so long.

Finally, Red pulled away slightly, her eyes still filled with tears, but with a new determination shining in them.

I will save you, I will never lose you again.

The room was dark, lit only by the dim light of a table lamp. Red sat on the bed, holding the silver rose pendant Skye had given her. Her thoughts were tangled in a whirlwind of emotions and difficult decisions. From the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard as Chloe took a quick shower.

“What should I do? If I take out Uliana now, Skye won't have to pay the consequences... But can I really change the past without causing more damage?” thought Red, stroking the pendant tenderly.

The bathroom door opened and Chloe stepped out, her wet hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. “It's really pretty, you know?” said Chloe, smiling as she dried her hair.

Red looked up, surprised by the interruption. Her eyes met Chloe's before returning to the pendant.

“My mother gave it to me before... well, you know” Red replied with a wistful smile.

Chloe walked over and sat next to Red on the bed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I'm sorry, Red. It must be hard for you to be here, in the past, with everything you know” Chloe said softly.

“I don't want to go back to a future without Skye. Maybe...maybe I could warn her, find a way to keep her from leaving Wonderland” Red replied, nodding with a crack in her voice.

“We can't do that, Red” Chloe said determinedly.

Red sighed, knowing that Chloe was right.

“I feel like I've failed her” Red said in a shaky voice looking at the pendant. “Before she left, she asked me to take care of my mother, but I failed. I couldn't stop her from becoming the evil Queen of Hearts”

Chloe looked at her sympathetically and shook her head. “Red, even if you had tried, you couldn't have stopped it. You were just a child”

Red let out a deep sigh, her shoulders shaking slightly. “My mother was incapable of looking at me” she confessed. “I reminded her so much of Skye that she couldn't look me in the eye”

Chloe reached closer and took Red's hand in hers. “It's not your fault, Red. You did the best you could in an impossible situation”

Red nodded slowly, feeling the weight of Chloe's words. Though the pain was still present, her friend's understanding and support gave her a spark of hope.

Chloe stood up, knowing that even if it was difficult, they had to get back to the future. She looked at Red with determination and said. “It's time to go back”

Red remained seated, hesitating. “What if we go back and everything stays the way it was, what if my mother is still the same and Skye…” her voice cracked at the mention of Skye.

Chloe looked at her, understanding what she was thinking. “This is Bridget and Skye's second to last year at Merlin Academy. We've kept Skye from facing Uliana, and now Uliana will spend the rest of the year and the next punished along with the other villains. Even if they go to the ball, without the book they can't do anything. We did it, Red. We saved our families”

Red nodded slowly, processing Chloe's words. She knew she was right. Chloe held out her hand and said with a smile. “Let's go home”

After all, I may have found my princess, mom.

Masterlist

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 10 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

What Happens When You Give a Tween The Power to Wreck Some Shit

AI-less Whumptober: Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

Whumptober: BLOW TO THE HEAD | Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

CW: minor whumpee (13yo, dw things work out tho), female whumpee, male whumper, knives

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“Hey there, little lady.”

Chloe flinched violently and spun around to face the voice, chin held high, eyes blazing. Anyone who dared approach a girl– WOMAN, she reminded herself– as young as her and talk to them like this late at night in a place like… well, here, a half-abandoned side street– couldn’t be up to any good.

Unfortunately, her fears turned out to be founded as soon as she took in the profile of the voice. An adult man. Quite a bit taller than her, not exactly stacked but not a lanky little man either, with the sharp of a nasty looking knife pointed directly at her face.

His eyes glinted as she clenched her fists at him and tried to calm the stuttering in her chest, tried to come out of the shaking spiral and the tunnel vision and deep breathing she'd been doing right before he announced himself. 

…Okay, so she may not have been paying attention to her surroundings. At all. In a bad part of town. At night. But Marcus was pissing her off saying it wasn't her fault that she couldn't have saved Stan earlier, so… she ran. And he called after her, but she slammed him back with her power, and she kept running.

And he didn't catch her.

So this was all his fault, really…

Nevertheless, she glared at her assailant. And his knife. “I wouldn't, if I were you,” she hissed, lowering her voice as intimidating as she possibly could, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat and the pang of fear weaving it's way through her stomach. She tried to discreetly wipe away the wetness running down her cheeks. 

The man just laughed.

“Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it, I don't want to do any of uh…” he glanced up and down the entirety of Chloe's body. “That. Lucky you. Just hand over your wallet. Or any other valuables, really, pretty girl like you looks like she’s got loads of daddy’s money. Sure you could spare a couple hundred.”

She could lay this clown out on the pavement right here and now, if she wanted to. But never ever use your powers on someone unless it is life or death. Never let anyone know you have a power, never put yourself in a situation where you'd need to even use your powers, unless you want to end up like Mom and Dad. And me. 

Yeah, Stan. She knew. And he didn't listen to his own advice, and now he was captured again too…

Chloe pursed her lips with a huff at the thought, and tried to shove past the robber, but he moved in front of her, blocking her way. She tried again, blocked again, pushed back, attempted sidestep turned stumble back as she tried to keep away from the man and the glinting knife in a horrid dance of rising adrenaline and growing nerves. Before she knew it, he had flanked her, cornering her with her back to a dark alley. 

She bared her teeth at him. “Fuck you! Get out of my way!”

“Woah, now,” his easy smile disappeared, head tilting at her with narrowed eyes. “Didn’t they teach you that sharing is caring when you were at kindergarten today?”

“I'm not– Get away from me or you’ll regret it,” Chloe spat back. Her muscles shook with the tension, and for a moment she could swear she saw red. You could crush this idiot without thought. 

But don't.

“Just give me the money and I will. I know your brain’s not fully developed, but it really is that simple. Plus I really don’t want to hurt a preschooler if I don’t have to.” 

“I’M NOT A PRESCHOOLER!” she shouted, throwing clenched fists out behind her, throwing her full body into yelling at the man, making herself look bigger, trying to make him leave her alone.

The man clenched his jaw at the ferocity of her words, amusement giving way to slight anger before his gaze settled on her angry fists and transformed his demeanor entirely into one of shock and disbelief.

“You–...” he panted, eyes flicking up and down her form again. “You're glowing.”

NO.

Chloe's face went white as she tore her gaze downward and only now noticed the powerful blue glow. It extinguished immediately and she stumbled backward, back hitting the wall of the alleyway with a slight oomph and nearly making her scream.

“No, I’m not!”

 But it was too late. 

You need to learn to control your powers. Yes, Stan, she knew! So why did he get captured before he could teach her everything?!

Tears pricked at her eyes.

Why did he have to get captured? She wouldn't be here if he weren't captured, she just wanted her big brother–

“You have powers." The man's extraordinary observation skills ripped her back to the present. "Holy shit, man, that’s…”

Then his gaze settled to her elbow. Where a hero brand would be, if she had one. Oh no. She grabbed at clutched at the exposed skin of her elbow and held it behind her, taking a defensive position, teeth bared. “Yeah, I have powers. Now let me go before I decide to use them on you.”

“Use them on me?” He scoffed. “How old are you again?”

“None of your beeswax!”

“Because if you're too young to have the brand…” a hunger glinted in his eyes. “Oh, this changes things.”

“What–?”

“Do you know how much money a little super without a marking could be worth?! We could wait a bit, turn you in for evading, or– God, I know some people who would go crazy–”

Life or death.

Run.

She sprinted, screaming as loud as she could, straight past him, ran, she needed help, she needed Marcus, she needed Stan she needed help someone to help her anyone she didn't want to be kidnapped–

The back of her shirt caught and yanked her fully back–

“NO STAN HELP–!”

– choking her briefly before slamming her right back into the alleyway wall. The air knocked out of her lungs, and yet she still struggled against the fist curled and pinning the fabric of her shirt against the wall. That is, until she felt the sharp tip of the knife pressing into her stomach. And she froze, staring up into her assailant's eyes.

Life or death.

Life or death??

“LET ME GO!!” she screeched in a blind panic, squirming and kicking and screaming until the man let go of her shirt to slap his hand over her mouth instead, and even then she didn't stop.

“Quiet down, now, unless you want a new hole in your goddamn stomach,” he hissed, pressing the knife even harder against her, the deadly edge painfully close to breaking fabric and flesh. The world around her blurred, a sort of blue lightning crackling up inside of her, overtaking her entire body. “I’m not gonna be outsmarted by some kid. I know if your power were actually useful, you’d’ve used it by now. Which means It’s all the better for a show. So you’re not getting away because you're a tiny as shit preteen who will do whatever I say because I can and will do whatever the fuck I want to you–”

LIFE OR DEATH!!

A flash of bright blue light filled the dingy alley. As Chloe's powers concentrated in her hands, then threw out and created a force strong enough to slam the head of the man attacking her to the side.

THUNK!!

The man shuddered and lurched backward. The knife dropped away from her stomach, leaving a small hole in the shirt where it had almost bore into her. And the hand finally fell away, but suddenly she didn't feel the need to scream.

On the contrary. She stared frozen at his zombie-esque form as he staggered and fell to his knees, muttering incoherently, looking at her with angry, unseeing eyes and shaking body.

Then pause.

Then he collapsed the the ground in a shuddering heap, muttering nonsense.

She stared.

She did that.

Her power did that.

She did that.

Oh crap, she did that…

Adrenaline dumped into her system, and she sprinted off into the night.

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This drabble is apart of the (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping universe!

Whumptober Taglist: @whumperofworlds | @whumptober-archive | @regular-whump-sfx

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Mechanical Love

Summary: They're getting down with the android now!

Pairing: Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader x Chloe

Word Count: ~1k. (It's a little firecracker tho, I promise!)

Content Warnings: Robot Porn 18+!, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected P In V, Finger Sucking, Cum Eating

A/N: Happy Pride or whatever they have going on! 🏳️‍🌈 Beware, this has the character of an absolute crack fic because I had the thought and got so horny I passed out. Enjoy!

No pressure tag: @ohlookapan @queer-crusader @blueberrypancakesworld @somethingblu3 @gothushi

That thought had certainly escalated into a situation you'd never thought yourself to ever be in; in no universe and no timeliness whatsoever. Honestly? It left you somewhat baffled how a cheeky little “Would you like to fuck an Android?” had turned into this.

“You're comfortable?” Elijah pulled you flush to his chest, reassuring you that this was something he wanted to do with and for you.

“Uh-Huh.” You squirmed softly sitting in his lap, effectively making him move inside you and causing your soaked cunt to clench down around him.

“Good. Now you just need to tell her what to do for you, yeah?” His words pushed heat into your face, feeling a pang of embarrassment that wiggled itself past the heavy layers of arousal which held you in a tight choke hold.

“Eli…” You muttered under your breath as he egged you on with a slow thrust of his hips against your behind.

“C'mon, babe, I know you can do it.” One of his hands wandered along your ribcage up to your jawline, fingers guiding you to look at the android in front of you.

Like nothing being anywhere outside the ordinary, Chloe smiled at you, head slightly tilted to the side.

“Chloe?”, Your words came labored and slow, “Could..could you do something for me?”

“Of course.”, Her calm, velvety voice fed into the insanity of this situation like a gallon of gasoline to an already raging wildfire, “How can I help?”

Actually asking for this had your throat going dry but your pussy throb in unbridled excitement whilst Elijah very clearly enjoyed himself a whole lot, chin resting atop your shoulder you could feel his grin against your cheekbone.

“I, -uh, oh god, can you- I'd like you to go down on me?” You stumbled over your words painfully embarrassed.

“Of course!”, The blonde android nodded before taking a few stops toward the edge of the bed and kneeling down between your legs without any hesitation, “If that will make you feel better.”

And that it did. You'd been expecting to enjoy this but nothing could've prepared you for the way your body flinched in an avalanche of exploding lust the very second Chloe put her factory fabricated lips to your swollen clit. The robot mouthed at you so gently that you couldn't help but allow your head to loll back against Elijah’s throat, his fingers that had rested at your jaw creeping further and slipping past your quivering lips.

“You're doing so good, babe, issok. Just let go and enjoy it.” His words hardly reached your consciousness because every sense of critical thinking seemed to ooze out of your weeping cunt.

For heavenly moments, there was nothing else but sensation; getting filled by your lover and simultaneously stimulated by his creation until your entire body buzzed and twitched.

“There, there.”, Elijah cooed, voice gradually turning more breathy with each little jump from you wiggling in his lap, “Fucking hell, you're so wet. Should've done that way sooner.”

He was right, the way it got you hooked on the feeling of being thoroughly pleased and satisfied in fashions you'd been simply too shy to ask about made you mad at yourself for being such a chicken shit about it. You could've had this so much sooner.

However, you couldn’t stay mad for long with every trace of the feeling being washed away by burning bliss that spasmd through your body. There was barely any way to properly differentiate if you were constantly cumming your brains out or just tethering on the edge to a degree another stroke of Chloe's tongue would send you flying.

“Eli-” Your strained yelp got muffled by his fingers in your mouth pressing down along your tongue.

“I know, babe, I know, issok.”, He groaned against your cheek in a coarse tone, “Just a little more, yeah?”

Elijah’s thrusts against your ass came increasingly harder, timed with your little jolts in his lap, the friction on the inside shutting of the sad few rests of your brain entirely. Dancing somewhere between shaking overstimulation and heaven, your body thrashed, nerve endings contracting entirely outside of your control and you loved it; the blissful nothingness of simply being a piece of flesh for a little.

A low grunt slithered past Eli's lips as he spilled himself inside you, buried there as deep as he could without hurting you as ropes of white flooded you from the inside out. You could feel it squelching out with your own release, effectively smearing down on Chloe's lips in an amalgamation of creamy white and slick.

Stopping in her tender ministrations, the android straightened up, the back of her elegant hand finding her mouth to wipe away the wetness.

“Thank you, Chloe. Please clean yourself up and start with the dinner, would you?” Elijah smiled down at his creation, admiring the beautiful mess of machine and man alike.

“Of course, Elijah, I am always eager to help.”

[autistpride]

These books are written "geared towards" adults and older teens. I personally would let my teen read all of these, so I'm not gatekeeping literature, but use your own judgement on what you think is acceptable for your own kid to read.

Nonfictional Books for adults:

All the weight of our dreams by Lydia XZ Brown

Stim: an autistic anthology edited by Lizzie Huxley-Jones

Connecting with Autism by Casey Corner

Sincerely your Autistic child by AWNN

Uniquely human by Barry m prizant

Engaging autism by Stanley Greenspan

Raising human beings by Ross Greene

Beyond behaviours by Mona delahooke

The whole brain child by Dan Siegel & Tina Payne Bryson

Autism and gender by Jordynn Jack

It's your weirdness that makes you wonderful Kate Allan

Women and girls with autism spectrum disorder Sarah Hendrick

Worlds of Autism by Joyce davidson

Authoring autism by melanie yergeau

Nerdy Shy and Socially Inappropriate Cynthia Kim

Autistic disturbances by julie rodas

War on Autism by Annie McGuire

Rethinking autism diagnosis by kathenne Cole, Rebecca mallet, and sammy

Leaders all around me by Edlyn Vallejo Peña, PhD

Ido in autismland by Ido Kedar

Typed words loud voices by Amy Sequenzia & Elizabeth J. Grace

It's an autism thing by Emma Dalmayne

What Every Autistic Girl Wishes Her Parents Knew by Autism Women’s Network

Women on the Spectrum: A Handbook for Life by Emma Goodall and Yenn Purkis

Unmasking autism by Devon Price

Neurotribes by Steve Silberman

Love, Partnership or Singleton on the Autism Spectrum & Bittersweet on the Autism Spectrum, both edited by Luke Beardon and Dean Worton

Autism, Anxiety and Me: A Diary in Even Numbers by Emma Louise Bridge & Penelope Bridge

Autism: A New Introduction to Psychological Theory and Current Debate by Sue Fletcher-Watson and Francesca Happé

A Practical Guide to Happiness in Adults on the Autism Spectrum: A Positive Psychology Approach by Victoria Honeybourne

Gender Identity, Sexuality and Autism by Eva A. Mendes and Meredith R. Maroney

The Guide to Good Mental Health on the Autism Spectrum by Jeanette Purkis, Dr. Emma Goodall and Dr. Jane Nugent

Different, Not Less: A Neurodivergent's Guide to Embracing Your True Self and Finding Your Happily Ever After by Chloe Hayden

Memoirs:

Odd Girl Out by Laura James

Uncomfortable Labels by Laura Kate Dale

Drama Queen by Sara Gibbs

The Electricity of Every Living Thing by Katherine May

Fall down Seven Times Get Up Eight by Naoki Higashida

The Reason I Jump by Naomi Hashida

The Electricity of Every Living Thing by Katherine May

Wintering by Katherine May

Diary of a Young Naturalist by Dara McAnulty

Explaining Humans by Dr. Camilla Pang

Fingers in the Sparkle Jar by Chris Packham

Adult Fiction:

Adult Virgins Anonymous by Amber Crewe

Exciting Times by Naoise Dolan

A Girl Like Her by Talia Hibbert

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata

Failure to Communicate by Kaia Sønderby

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

[jigglypuff1994]

A blinding light flickered on causing Marinette to wince. She groaned, rolling over on the bed, mumbling, “Tikki, turn the light off.” She brought her pillow over her face and further squished her head to try and stop the jackhammer pounding in her head. 

The pillow was ripped from her, exposing the searing light once again. Marinette hissed in pain and covered her eyes with her hands.

An amused, smug voice said, “I don’t think so, Dupain-Cheng. Someone has to get up and go to work, don’t they?” 

That wasn’t Tikki’s sweet, bell-like voice.  

Marinette’s eyes shot open. In her view, she saw wide leg, pinstripe grey pants and shiny silver pointed toe stilletos. Squinting her eyes, she trailed upward past the black low cut v-neck shirt and lemon yellow blazer and saw Chloe standing over her with a grinch-like smile on her face, one that portrayed the horrors of an evil plan at play. 

Pollen was resting on her right shoulder, staring down at the Ladybug holder. A buzzing noise trilled from her when her eyes connected with Marinette’s bleary ones. Turning to Chloe, Pollen asked, “Do you think the Ladybug is alright, my Queen?” 

Chloe turned her head and looked over at Pollen. Marinette noted her miraculous shown in its disguised phase, hidden as a golden hair clip, neatly placed in her silky, blonde hair. With an assuring voice, she confidently said to her bee kwami, “She’ll be fine.” Bending down to further taunt Marinette, she cooed, “She just needs some tylenol and water. Isn’t that right? Our poor little hungover Ladybug had a fun patrol last night, didn’t she?” She snorted, shaking her head over Marinette’s disheveled form. Chloe’s eyes crinkled with mirth as she peered down at the confused woman. 

Marinette blinked a couple times, trying to figure out how she got here. Her eyebrows knitted together. Another pang shot through her like a bolt of lightning, and she cursed herself. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to push through her muddy mind. She closed her eyes again and laid there, curling into herself. She tried to fall asleep and relieve herself of the horrid headache, clutching her head with her arms. 

Chloe straightened and rolled her eyes. Her moment of amusement was short-lived. She huffed, bent down again, and started to shake Marinette awake, scolding, “Come on! You need to get up. It’s almost 730.”

Marinette moaned and fought back limply, bringing her arm up to make Chloe go away. 

Chloe was already fed up as her already minimal patience wore thin. She put her hands on her hips, tapped her heel in a steady rhythm, and said in a clipped tone, “Oh, no. You do not get to interrupt my beauty sleep with all your-” Her voice changed to one of a whiny child, “‘I love Chat soooo much’ ‘Does he really love me’ ‘I want to call him’ ‘can I call him’ ‘Chloooeeeee’ ‘let me see him’ ‘tell me who he is already.’” Chloe groaned, thinking back to her and Ladybug’s conversation only a few hours prior. Trying to pry the earrings from a drunken, suited-up hero was nearly impossible. She could understand how Rena Rouge had such a hard time wrangling Ladybug in alone. 

Chloe's voice became stern and went back down an octave again as she said, “Sure, it was funny at first, but you, mademoiselle, don’t get to keep me up all hours of the night and get to fight me about getting your ass out of my home and going to your job! Maybe next time you have a patrol night, you won’t drink, huh? Lesson learned!” 

Pollen flew away as Chloe wielded back Marinette’s pillow in her perfectly manicured talons, ready to strike.

“Now, I’m going to give you exactly two seconds before I start a one-sided pillow fight.” Chloe warned.  

Marinette barely had a moment to acknowledge Chloe’s terms before she felt the first whack of the soft, fluffy pillow.  With each strike, Chloe clipped, “ Get. Up. Now. ”

It’s not like the pillow hurt, but it was still annoying. Marinette groaned loudly, pushed herself up and tried to grab the pillow from her assailant. The sudden movement made her nauseous. She grimaced and swallowed down the bile rising up in her throat. With a hoarse voice, she weakly agreed, “I’ll get up. Please stop hitting me.” 

Chloe lifted the pillow once again, a silent warning that she’s not afraid to use force again. 

“I feel awful,” Marinette moaned softly, tasting the stale wine on her tongue from last night. It tasted foul, like she drank wine made from a toilet. She needed a toothbrush badly . 

“How…. How did I end up here?” She asked hesitantly as her eyes and body adjusted to the bright lights peaking in through the windows, signaling a new day. Marinette sorted through last night’s events. She went on patrol, hung out with Alya, drank some wine, watched some crappy dramas, and then….nothing. 

Oh, shit.

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Sunshine for Everyone pt.2

Pricefield! Fluff!

Life is Strange - Max Caufield x Chloe Price

After saving Chloe at the expense of Arcadia Bay, our favorite girls are forced to flee their hometown. It soon becomes apparent that while they can run from the storm, running from their desires just isn't plausible.

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“I swear I could sleep forever,” Max mutters, cuddling into the blanket further. The motel had proven to be a good idea, using someone else’s hot water and blankets was always nice. The pair were too tired to even notice the television only had four channels, or that the mattress was a little lumpy. Maybe things just weren’t so bad if they had each other.

“We can stay as long as you'd like,” Chloe trails off, “s’cheap enough anyways we deserve a vacation.” she babbles with eyes half closed, no longer sure of her words. The girls lay in bed, inches between. The last room available happened to be a single, and she had managed to haggle the price down, so fucking score again. When the man in the office mentioned the single bed, Chloe felt something flutter deep in her gut. It was a giddy, childlike feeling, but muddled with some sort of anxiety. 

Max shifted in the bed, mind still racing, “Will you hold me?” She heard the words fall from her lips before they even registered in her brain. The question appears to catch both girls off guard. It hung in the air for a moment, Max began to babble, face growing red, “I- 'm sorry I really didn’t mean to… I just, I can't stop it's all too much. I don’t know what's w-wrong with me.”

Without hesitation, she pulls the smaller girl into her arms, as if rehearsed, as if Chloe had been waiting a lifetime. Instantly the tension evicts Max’s body. The sweet musk of her shampoo, perfume, whatever it was completely enveloped Chloe. Holding her tight just felt natural, like all was well with the world. Comforting others has never come easy for Chloe, always awkward, never knowing what to say or do. Not with Max though, she made everything easy. Existing with her felt like hearing an old song and singing along perfectly, yet recalling none of the lyrics. She traces small circles into Max’s back, the smaller girl somewhat buried in her chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Chloe starts, angry at the world for putting her max through all of this, “y-you didn't ask for any of this. You shouldn't have seen even half the shit you did. Max, I swear to you if there was a way I could take it all away, I’d do it.” Max looks up at her, tears in those beautiful blue eyes threatening to spill. A pang of fear hits Chloe right in the gut. Did she say something wrong? Did Chloe cause those tears? 

She begins to ramble, “Shit, I’m not saying I'm not glad I found you again, or that you shouldn’t have saved me or-or anything like that,” a sense of urgency laced her tone, god she was supposed to be helping not making it worse. “I just- I wish I could fix it, seriously Max. I am so so fucking happy you’re with me again. I don’t know, I guess, i-i just feel like it's all my fault” Her voice thickened towards the end, holding back a sob. ‘This is not about you Chloe,’ she thinks, reprimanding herself for being so selfish. But the guilt had been festering, gnawing at her organs like some feral dog with a bone. She was the reason the whole world had turned upside down.

“C-Chloe,” Max mumbled, sitting up to look at her properly. With shaky hands, she took the girl's face in her hands. Forcing Chloe to meet her eyes, hands lingering on her cheeks a bit too long before pushing the messy blue hair behind her ears. Her hands rest languidly on Chloe’s shoulders, reassuring her somehow. Max sat and contemplated her next words before answering, “None of this was you, okay? This is some freak-supernatural stuff okay? I do not blame you. Do you hear me? Please don't ever think that. I’d go through it all again if it meant I had you. Chloe, you're my best friend.”

It was like Max was able to reach inside and undo the knots in Chloe’s stomach. No one had ever done so with such ease, such grace. Not even Rachel, though that hurt to admit. Max just knew her, regardless of the years apart. Deep down, way below the rough punk girl exterior, Chloe was still the same little girl Max had grown up with. A soft smile inched its way to the surface, god how could she not smile looking at her? The way her hair fell, perfectly framed those soft doe eyes. Those fucking freckles and long lashes. The way Max would look up at her, eyelids heavy, how could anyone keep a straight face? Chloe hadn’t realized she was staring until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Chloe mustered up, embarrassment pricking at her cheeks. She shifted in place, yearning for closeness once more. These feelings, they can't be normal. Max’s words reverberate in her skull, ‘my best friend’  they stung a little. Those ten letters formed a lump in her throat, a pit in her chest. The words had some sort of mal effect on her, and she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Chloe once again chalked it up to just feeling weird about Arcadia.

The blank look in Chloe’s eyes prompts Max to speak. Whatever had her in such a trance could not possibly be kind. Max used a shaky hand to brush the girl’s cheek, “Do you think we could get some sleep now?” she proposed, pulling Chloe from the complexities that danced in her mind. 

She nods silently and lays her head on the pillow, wriggling slightly to settle in. Max drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling that mess of blue hair onto her chest. Upon feeling the weight on her chest, Max lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. This was a comfort unknown to her, never before had she felt this light. An absentminded hand travels to Chloe’s hair, despite all the bleach and dye damn it was soft. With her fingers tangled in the blue locks, everything felt right in the world.

“Everything that happened was so terrible,” Max breathes, wanting to offer one final comfort before slumber claimed them both, “It was so terrible, we’re not okay. But we’re gonna be. We can work through it Price, we’re a team and-and we can heal together. I’ll help you, we don't have to face things alone.” max consoled, her voice wavering ever so slightly. 

“It's you and me against the world Caufield, now and forever,” Chloe assured, tightening her grip on the smaller girl, as if afraid she’d get snatched away, “seriously max, what would I do without you?” she let out a small chuckle before closing her eyes and passing out, still entangled with her best friend.

I have yet to begin writing the rest of this (call of duty brainrot is taking over my life) but i promise my google doc has many many ideas. stay tuned ig? lots of love, liz

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 5

A/N: I love going through a break up! jk but um yeah expect more from me now! Also What the fuck is going on with Tumblr when you copy and paist form a dock all the letters are black instead of white? What ever, I'm sorry if it's hard to read because of this, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1261

Warnings:  Hospital stuff, angst, think that is all actually

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Later in the afternoon of the next day you woke up, you looked around the nice hospital room, the heart monitor peeped slowly, you found Bucky sitting in a chair in the corner, he looked ever so slightly disheveled, and looking at his phone. “Bucky?” You asked in the raspy morning like voice. 

He looked up. “Oh thank god.” He sounded relieved. “Are you alright?” 

You nodded. “Yes I uh think, what happened?” You couldn’t lie about how it made you feel that he was here.

“Someone rammed your car and flipped it, your skull was cracked along with one of your ribs, the doctors fixed it.” He explained. “Your dad is getting breakfast in the cafeteria so he'll be here soon.” 

“Thank you.” You spoke, Bucky only looked at you with furrowed brows. “For being here.”

Bucky sighed. “Look this may be a horrible excuse, but it’s not that I want to be an asshole to you but I've been pressured into marrying you since we were in High school, and I’ve been wanting to resist what my dad wanted, they don’t know who did this to you, they did a hit an run.” 

Then your dad walked into the room. “Oh thank god you are alright.” He said in relife.

You gave him a tight lipped smile. “Dad.” You hugged him, then as you looked over his shoulder you noticed two officers. 

Bucky took note of them too. “Y/n, they just want to talk to you.”

“Mis.Y/l/n, we have a few questions, and maybe a few answers to yours.” One of them spoke first. “Did you by any chance see the car that hit you?” You shook your head as you replied with a stern ‘no’. “Well we don’t know who it is yet, but we know it was a large vehicle based on what is left of your car, and we will keep you updated.” 

“Okay, thank you.” You nodded, then they left, you turned to your dad and Bucky. “Since they don’t have a clue do you two?”

“Possibly.” Bucky sighed. “Don’t worry, Y/n if my hunch is real I’ll do whatever I need to ‘deal’ with them.” 

Bucky sat in the chair waiting for Y/n to wake up, he felt the same feeling he had for her when they were younger, he knew that he did love her and when he found out about the accident last night, the pang in his chest. The beeping in the background of your heart monitor but him on edge, not wanting to hear it speed up nor slowdown. 

He looked up from his phone which was keeping him grounded, he saw her looking up at him she gave a soft raspy ‘Bucky’. “Oh thank god, are you alright?” He asked with worry. 

Soon Henry walked in after grabbing breakfast, he walked over and hugged his daughter, then the cops, who were on the payroll of Henry's, who were here to talk to Y/n, to which they had no answers but Bucky had two ideas of who it could be, Loki or Brock. So when she asked if they had any clue who it could have been Bucky replied with “Possibly, don’t worry, Y/n if my hunch is real I’ll do whatever I need to ‘deal’ with them.”

“No, I don’t want either of you to ‘deal’ with it.” She said with slight irritation. “If anything were going to do this legally this is something that happened to me and I can choose how I want to deal with it.” 

“Y/n.” Bucky sighed. “We-” he cut himself off, not continuing. 

“James, she sort of knows.” Henry said. 

He huffed. “It won’t look real, people will question why I didn’t do anything Y/n, you know this life just as well as I do.” 

“I don’t care Bucky, I will only let a legal way of revenge happen, not your way of revenge.” She hissed. “Let's stop talking about this before I get too stressed and then something goes incredibly wrong. I've been on the patient's end of legal repercussions because of things that go incredibly wrong with head injury and a rib fracture and let me tell you medical records are fun.” She said sarcastically at the end. 

Bucky sighed, and then doctors and a nurse came by. “Y/n, how are you doing?” They asked. 

“I feel better, thank you for helping me after something so chaotic like what happened last night.” She smiled softly. 

“Alright we wanna keep you here for another two days, and then you can go home, but no extensive nor hard planning, by the way congratulations.” The doctor told her. 

Y/n gave her a tight smile. “Thanks.” 

Two days later, the doctors came back to talk to you for the last time. “So Miss. Y/l/n, do you have someone around just in case anything happens, like someone who lives with you?” The nurse asked as they detached all of their tools from you. 

“No, I live alone.” You shrugged off. 

The nurse nodded. “Well just incase anything happens, in the six months of healing, I suggest that you do have someone around, your medication may cause a little bit of dizziness along with if the fracture doesn't heal as plan you’ll need to get here as soon as you can so I suggest that you find a close friend or family member to move in with, or in with you.”  You nodded at what he told you to do. “Alight um I’ll let you get changed and then we will take you down.”

Bucky looked at you from his seat. “What?” You came out in a more snappy tone than what you meant. 

“I think you should come move in with me, just in case all of that stuff happens, along with it’s gonna happen eventually so why not now?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Bucky.” You sighed.

“Come on, I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to be there for you, and we can do some light planning.” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes and then nodded in agreement, you were still kept in the dark as to who could be causing you to be in danger, but you knew that one way or another this was going to happen so why not let hell freeze over sooner. Bucky got up to leave and you stood slowly, you were careful getting up because of your rib, you slowly pulled on a shirt of yours along with some pants, and some slippers.

The nurse came back with a wheelchair, and they took you to the bottom floor where you got into one of your dad’s SUV’s, he took  you to your house. “I have a moving truck on its way to your place I and James along with our men, will help you grab your things.” He explained. 

You nodded. “Alright.” 

Once there everyone was ready to help you, so all of you went in and started telling them what to keep and what to get rid of. All you really kept were clothes, along with sentimentals, and other important things, and you wouldn’t really need your furniture, so you decided to just keep it in storage just in case. So by the end of the day you were packed up and were taken to Bucky’s house. You had some of your clothes brought in but most of the boxes would be brought in and unpacked the next day.

[outrealms-ocs]

So to actually put forth what I have for ideas -Unnamed College gal Oc for fat fun, Potential names being Chloe, Emma or Tamara

-Xenia, Mini-giantess Goddess of hedonism and indulgence. V vore and horny coded, Her many worshippers often wind up fueling her hunger and libido. -Pamina, Xenia's youngest and FATTEST demigod-daughter. Early twenties in appearance, or she would be if one could judge that from how obese she is. Less horny coded than her mother, but some argue even more gluttonous. Food, livestock, people, even furniture and objects when the hunger pangs get bad. Pamina simply MUST eat. Mini-giantess sized blob, still mobile. -Damara, Xenia's middle child demigod daughter. Lacks the mini-giantess size of her siblings and mother, and has a chip on her shoulder. Still puzzling out what her niche will be. -Lysandra, Xenia's Eldest demigod daughter. Mini-giantess futa amazon, built like a brick house with a hyper cock+balls. Bafflingly professional and minimal horny considering her mother and siblings. Not disninterested, just takes a bit. More personal. Might want you to put on some weight so she doesn't hurt you. -Evelod the Portly, Elder Scrolls Nord Oc. Big Nord Bard Gal? Potential Pokemon Ocs, and revisited ones such as my Skuntank pred Barry, Priscilla the Purugly pred babe, A Mudsdale, Lickitung, Obligatory Miltank babe, etc

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He doesn't want to see her. Seeing her would just hammer home what he did, and he doesn't want to think of her as the nuclear option whenever he lays eyes on her. Since their rescue, it's been the only thing he could think of when he thought of her - lying there, unmoving and unresponsive. The perfectly preserved corpse.

She's not a corpse, though. Chloe Smith is very much alive. Howie tries to swallow that pang of guilt and forces a smile. "You look better. How are you doing?"

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