#Curly my also beloved.....you definitely did a little wrong | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

funtimebunnyblog · 4 years ago

Note

Pillar men during their heat?

What will their s/o do?

Me: *opens my ask box and sees this*

My brain: *CARELESS WHISPER BLARES*

You got it Anon! 😘🥰😇 Big stronk Himbos feeling the big feelings coming right up!

Pillarmen (separate) in heat and their s/o's reaction...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• On the norm, Kars wasn't overly affectionate with you.

• Sure, he had his times; like when he would put an arm around you when sitting on the couch or when he held you in his lap on occasion while he worked.

• You'd also get rewarded with some sweet little kisses during your daily routines.

• But really, he wasn't really a clingy creature...

• Well... not until his heat strikes, that is.

• When undergoing heat, oh boy, this hulking Pillarman's cold and collected demeanor practically melts away to reveal a cuddly, purring kitten.

• The first time he underwent his heat cycle around you, you knew something was definitely different... yet you couldn't place what.

• "Kars, I have to get ready for wooork..." you whined softly, squirming in his hold under the covers.

• Normally, when you woke up he would already have left to do some work of his own or you two would exchange some loving words and kisses for a brief moment before getting up to start the day.

• But this morning you were pleasantly surprised to wake up to him clinging to you, humming and peppering your face and shoulders with soft kisses.

• You honestly didn't want to ruin such a moment, most especially when it was such a sweet cuddly moment with Kars, but you had been laying here with him for over an hour and you really had to go or else you'd be late!

• The Pillarman only held you tighter in his arms, curling around you almost protectively and nuzzling into your neck; your protests and pushing were helpless against him.

• "Hmmm, no need." He hummed, a tendril of curly violet hair tickled your nose as he snuggled you in his vice-like embrace. "I already called in for you, dear one."

• Needless to say, he wasn't letting you go anywhere anytime soon.

• Another thing; Kars wasn't a man to beg (for anything at all really) most especially attention.

• From ANYONE.

• Usually, he was the one laying back with a smirk; lavishing in any and all of your pleas to have him hold YOU and him give YOU attention.

• He just found it absolutely delicious when someone became needy over him; being not only a gorgeous man but a ruler and Ultimate lifeform as well; your pleas for his touch only fed his ego.

• However, when Kars was in heat, he almost became a completely different person.

• "Kars, please, I just need to get these dishes done first..." you sighed, trying to focus as you were elbow deep in dishware and suds.

• The gargantuan Pillarman clinging to your back and nuzzling you did nothing to help as you tried to complete the task.

• "Oh come now, please? Please, can we snuggle on the couch? I'll put on your favourite show~" he whined, the vibrations of his chest sent trembles down your spine as he begged.

• "After dishes," You told him, trying to be firm but crumbling. "Pleeeeease, beloved one? I haven't seen you all day, my sunshine, and I've missed you so~ We can finish them later, together~" Kars hummed, digging his nose deeper into your neck.

• You were honesty starting to fear he had been replaced with an imposter of some kind.

• KARS SUS

• It becomes obvious to him that you're not understanding what'sgoing on and it's not long after when Kars follows his natural urges and gets to building a suitable nest.

• If you didn't understand his madness before, he fully intended to make you with this.

• You come Home from work one afternoon to find the Livingroom essentially turned into one giant blanket fort; pillows laid strewn about across the cushioned floor.

• The most notable thing about it all was the Pillarmen laying in the midst of all of it... in all his glory.

• "Come and join me, dearest~" he purred, gazing at you through hungry crimson eyes as you stood there gawking in the doorway. "I've been waiting~"

• Even though you still don't understand, this time you find you can't refuse him. Definitely not while he's licking his lips like that...

• You'll have to call in to work again tomorrow ;)

Esidisi:

• When Esidisi undergoes one of his heat cycles, it's best described that he becomes a hot mess.

• Even more of a hot mess than usual that is...

• The man was already a very emotional person but somehow, he became even more emotional when in heat.

• You started to suspect something was wrong with him when you came downstairs one morning only to be immediately met with a spine cracking embrace and a flood of tears.

• He was going on a sobbing rant about how he was so happy to spend his mornings with you, his Mate, and that you were wonderful in every way and the very light of his life.

• Normally, he only got this emotional when watching Cat videos.

• You also couldn't help but notice that he's burning even hotter than his usual warmth.

• Normally, he just felt like one big muscular electric blanket; radiating a comfortable warmth. But now he felt something akin to the scalding blast of heat that hits you in the face when opening the door to an oven.

• You practically had to wear oven mitts to lay hands on him now.

• You couldn't shake the feeling something was definitely off about him when he started leaving you little gifts lying around.

• The things he left ranged from clothing to food to trinkets and just general things you liked; all for you!

• Not to mention the fact he was being extra sweet, going out of his way to give you lots of kisses and loving, and even cooking you more meals and doing all of the chores.

• You appreciated the sentiment of it all but really, you were quite puzzled as to why he was putting so much investment in you. It wasn't a Holiday or your Birthday or anything...

• Little did you know you were also puzzling him.

• You were supposed to be taking interest in him!

• In his eyes, he was dropping obvious hints to his cycle; he took your confusion and lack of response to all of his offerings as somewhat of a rejectment and that actually hurt him enough to make him cry a little...

• He decides then that there's only one more thing he can do... he'll put together a most excellent nest for you! The best nest you'd ever seen!

• "Esidisi?" "Hmm?" He turned to look at you, doe-eyed, arms suspended in the air as he laid out another blanket on top of the growing pile.

• You were Home from work early and he still had much work to do yet!

• "What are you doing?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow. Not only was he rearranging your whole room, he had covered the entire space with blankets and pillows.

• He had even gone so far as to thoroughly douse the area in the perfume/cologne you always wore.

• "I'm making us a nest." He says, almost matter of factly. When you ask him why he's doing that, it floors him.

• Did you seriously not understand?! This entire time?!

• After he sits you down and explains himself, everything clicks with you and you actually feel terrible for not understanding sooner.

• You didn't realize his kind underwent natural cycles like this...

• You ask him if you can finish building the nest together, if this had to be done you wanted to help and have it be done right.

• His heart absolutely soars at your offer, making him teary eyed as he nods eagerly.

• However, you barely get the chance to finish it before you're both putting it to good use ;)

Wamuu:

• Throughout his many years living, Wamuu had always viewed his heat cycle as more of a distraction than anything; even though it was a completely natural phenomenon for the Pillarmen race.

• He had much difficulty focusing on training or fighting at all when it happened, making him feel quite useless.

• He always felt too mushy and needy during this time; things he viewed as shameful to see in him when he was supposed to be presenting himself to peers and enemies as a powerful foe.

• When heat struck, the Pillarman would simply hole himself up in his chamber, enduring the entirety of the cycle alone until it was over and done with.

• Eventually, when it passed and he was feeling his normal self he could go out again.

• However... things had changed now that you, his Mate, were thrown into the equation.

• You definitely knew something was different about him when it all started.

• On the norm, Wamuu was strong and he was a man to stand his ground as any proud, battle-hardened Warrior should.

• But when his heat struck... Wamuu became quite flighty.

• It seemed like the littlest of things would have him fleeing from the room; often in a blushing mess.

• He couldn't even sit through a simple kissing scene in a movie you two had been watching the other night.

• "Wamuu, what--" You blinked owlishly as a HUGE bouquet of red roses was pushed into your arms suddenly. It was as if he had picked you an entire field of them!

• "Flowers for you!" He said quickly, practically yelling, before taking off; out of the room and up the stairs. You couldn't see the flaming red in his face from over the massive bundle of flowers he had dumped on you.

• You couldn't help but realize he had a hard time to look you in the eye anymore. In fact, he seemed to break into a sweat if you even did something as little as touch him.

• You were seriously starting to worry that something was wrong with him.

• He on the other hand wasn't sure whether you wanted him or not during his heat and he was scared to act on his primal impulses.

• Usually, he liked to spend his free time with you watching TV or helping you around the household but he was spending more time upstairs, away from you; specifically in the spare room.

• You also took notice that there were a lot of blankets and pillows around the house missing but you didn't really focus on that as you were more worried about Wamuu and his strange behavior.

• After a few days of this, you decided to confront him.

• However, he got to you first; coming downstairs and sheepishly taking your hand, asking you to follow him.

• Wamuu had given into his primal instincts and had spent the last few days perfecting a nest for you both up in the spare room.

• You thought it was an impressive feat; he had turned the entire room into one big cushy and comfy heaven... but you didn't really understand why he had done this.

• Wamuu's eyes go huge when you ask him why. Did... Did Humans do such things for their Mates?

• HAD HE BEEN GOING ABOUT THIS ALL WRONG?!

• Poor Wamuu has to sit down and explain it all to you; his off behavior, most importantly the matter of you, the meaning of creating a nest and the cyles of his race behind it all...

• To his relief; you're very understanding and, even more to his relief, intrigued.

• Needless to say however, you and Wamuu don't leave the nest for a good little while afterward ;)

Santana:

• Much like Wamuu, Santana had often spent his years enduring his heat cycles in isolation.

• Nobody would see hide or hair of Santana from before it happened until the very end.

• The day before it struck he would simply pack up and leave to God-knows-where and stay there; sometimes he wouldn't even tell the others he was leaving.

• That being said; nobody (not even the other Pillarmen) knew what exactly Santana was like during the time of his heat cycle.

• Until you came along that was.

• You were Santana's Mate; the only proper reason for him to stay put when undergoing his heat.

• You'll begin to notice subtle changes, like the fact that Santana seems just a little more alert; attentive even.

• He brings you things before you even know that you want them; like snacks when you're starting to feel hungry or the cup of coffee you enjoy at noon.

• Somehow, he just seems to know.

• You'll also notice his fascination with your clothes or specifically the scent you leave on them.

• "Are you cold, Santana?" You question with a frown. Not only was he wearing your favorite hoodie, he was also wearing the baggy old T-Shirt you wore yesterday.

• Which was strange, as you knew Santana didn't really like clothing aside from the loincloth he wore.

• They were almost comically small on him, despite them being big clothes for you.

• He hummed, burying his face in the baggy neck of the hoodie; he felt as if he was surrounded by a Heavanly warm cloud of just you. "Hmmm, no."

• Surprisngly, it doesn't take long into the cycle for him to start constructing a nest.

• He takes things from all over the house; blankets, pillows, cushions, any stuffed animals or huggable plushies you have lying about, etc.

• Even if you happen to be sitting on them the moment he wants to add them to the growing pile upstairs, he just walks up and wordlessly takes them and then squirrels them away.

• If you happen to confront him on it, don't expect him to give you a detailed answer.

• "Santana, why are you taking the couch cushions?" "Because." "Because why?" "Because I have need of them." "Ok. Why do you need them?" "Because." "Because...?" "Just because." "Just because?" "Yes."

• Once his nest is all made up and deemed fit for you he goes looking for you.

• If you happen to be busy doing anything in the moment where he finds you, too bad.

• He just simply walks up and picks you up, squirreling you away to the nest like everything else as you were the most important thing to go in it.

• The explanation of everything can come later, much MUCH later; now was the time for action ;)

#funnybunny #pillarmen #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #pillarmen headcanons #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing #anon ask

380 notes · View notes

stopbeingrude · 3 years ago

Text

Hi guys. Happy Gruvia/ Greige day. I wish all of you wonderful time.

That's gonna be the first one shot , i have ever published here, feedback is welcome. I hope It's not that bad and you'll somehow like it lmao.

,,I think I would rather have a plushie as a Christmas gift…., but I guess I shouldn't be too picky."

-Dad? - called 6-year-old Greige, on one December afternoon, when both him and his father were decorating a christmas-tree in the living room . December 24th was slowly approaching. It was Greige's favorite time of the year , because he was able to spend Christmas with all of his family, including all of his uncles , aunts and friends. Not forgetting about grandpa Makarov . Even Uncle Gildards would show up, bringing something for the kids. -I was wondering what would happen if Santa's reindeer suddenly wanted to pee while flying?- asked seriously little boy. No one wanted to tell him that. When he asked big bro Romeo , he just started laughing and then he called him silly. "How could he do that?" -thought heartbroken Greige after. -Heh , where did that come from? ... you know ... they'd have to stop somewhere by, right? Daddy doesn't know much about it- said Gray, trying to keep himself from laughing. He couldn't laugh, he knew it would offend his little angel. Their son hated when someone made fun of him . After all, he was already a big boy, and everyone knows that such must be taken seriously. - So maybe Mommy knows? I will go and ask her,- said the little boy, putting down Christmas decorations . Speaking of mom, he had recently noticed his mother's strange behavior. She had been getting tired very easily lately, she often took naps. He also noticed that she spent an enormous amount of time sewing ,mostly clothing. Well.. he was aware of his mom's hobby, but usually it was limited to sewing plushies, sometimes socks or fixing their clothes. - You know, I don't think mommy knows more than me - said Gray after hanging the last Christmas-ball. - Besides, you know that mommy is sleeping now, right? She hasn't been feeling well lately, so she mustn't be disturbed. Something was off, even Daddy acts differently- thought little Fullbuster Now, that got the boy worried. - Is something wrong with Mommy? - asked slowly Greige He loved Mommy and Daddy most in the world and the very thought of them suffering hurt him deeply. "No, I won't start crying…Boys my age don't do that..." He had often been told that he should stop being such a crybaby (mostly by Yajeh or Nasha . Shutora would never. She was always trying her best to cheer him up,while reminding her twin and little Dragneel that if they won't stop with this stupid teasing, she would make sure both of them would regret it later). Unfortunately Greige could not help it. Whenever someone was hurt or something went wrong, he would usually cry. Turns out he inherited his mom's sensitivity... "Mommy…..something was definitely wrong with her.." The thought of something happening to his dear Mom filled him with great terror once again. He started shaking What if she's ill, or even worse..she's gonna….. "No , no , that's not possible..." - he shook his little head full of dark , curly hair. - I'm overreacting, just like Yajeh told me - No, no.. don't worry, Greige, Mommy's fine, it's nothing serious,"-Gray said quickly, trying his best to calm his son down, giving him a hug and then kissing him on forehead He knew exactly what was going on with his beloved, in fact, when an excited Juvia came back home one evening and informed him of the pregnancy, he was overjoyed. Soon he will be holding his son or daughter in his arms. Then it hit him. The baby might turn out to be a girl, and Gray had no idea how to take care of girls...Dear God….Ok ,ok.. he still has plenty of time to learn. He can always ask Gajeel about it..yes Gajeel or Alzack...even Elfman ( he would never ask Natsu, even if he's life depended on it, that would be too humiliating for him). Wait...it wasn't his top priority right now. After all, he needs to inform his son about the news first. Neither of them was quite sure how to do it. They remembered very well the situation from a few months ago when the Redfox twins got into an argument. Horrified, Greige stated that being an only child is not that bad, since having siblings meant constant war. Although being honest , Greige never

directly told them that he hates the idea of having a sibling . Considering how much time he spent with Nasha and Elfman and Ever's daughter Ember, or year-old Reiki Fernandes, it would seem that he's perfect for the big brother role. Besides, they can't hide it forever, sooner or later he would notice Juvia's belly. However, the biggest concern for Fullbuster was the fact that such news could lead to a longer conversation, which again could lead to uncomfortable questions that Gray was not ready to answer. He is not going to tell his son about the birds and the bees. No, no, hell no… None of them are ready for this! "Come on Gray, what's wrong with you, you just have to tell him. You've been in worse situations….after all, you've fought with all sorts of criminals, weirdos and monsters ,compared to what you've been through, it's nothing''- thought the ice mage But how to start such a conversation? How about …. -Hey Greige, have you written a letter to Santa yet? "Yes, just ask him what he wants for Christmas and make a few innocent suggestions." -Oh no i didn't, thank you for reminding me Dad. - And tell Daddy, what would you like to ask Santa for? The boy was silent for a moment, most likely to think about the answer, but after a while he called out in a loud voice. -I'D LIKE TO ASK HIM FOR PEACE IN THE WORLD AND FOR EVERY POOR PERSON TO GET A BETTER LIFE AND FOR EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!..... It would also be nice to get a new plushie……but it's not as important. Do you think Santa can do that?-he asked hopefully Gray stood there for a moment, stunned. His baby was truly an angel...wishing happiness upon the entire world, it nearly made him tear up…. but no... he needed to explain to his son that he should wish for something more....... attainable. -Ooh... really..that's....very nice of you, but...I think that such a wish...yym...takes a bit of time and Santa w-won't be able to do it…., why don't you ask him for….. for example a toy like a teddy bear, figurines....or new books or something else...I don't know.......sibling?... Greige looked at him, like he had just proposed to him to take a walk on the rooftop. Where did that come from? What is dad talking about? S-sibling...?? -Sibling? You mean like a little brother or sister? A baby?- asked the little boy loudly. -Yes, that's exactly what I meant, but well you'll need to wait for a while, because it takes time for a baby to….be ready.- mumbled out Gray - So that's not really a Christmas present- stated boy still visibly shocked -...Well y-yes , but... -But didn't you say mommy has been feeling unwell lately?...If we had a baby, wouldn't it be tiring for her?....Besides, do you think we need a new baby? - asked seriously Greige Why would they need a baby? They were living happily in this house , just three of them. It's not like he dislikes babies , they're cute and all…..but it's just simply weird.. -Well... I wouldn't say it's necessary , but it would be nice to have one at home.. don't you think?....- asked his dad Maybe? -And don't worry about mommy, I am sure that she will be so happy with the new baby , it will make her feel better.- stated Gray , this time with a smile -Hello my darlings- Juvia's voice said suddenly They both turned their heads toward the bedroom's door, finding Juvia's tired but smiling face there. Greige quickly got up and ran toward his mother. -Mommy, are you feeling better? Do you need anything?- said the little boy, hugging her legs. Juvia kissed her son's cheek. -Hi sweetheart, Mommy is fine- she answered while taking a seat next to her precious Gray, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. -Did I hear you talking about babies?- Juvia asked, pretending to be surprised, while giving Gray a tiny smirk. - Daddy said it would be nice to have a baby and that it would make you feel better... - he began. - I don't think a baby is necessary, because it would be a little strange that there will be more of us in the house, but if you really wish for one ,then that's fine with me. -Really? Mommy's glad to hear that.-

replied a happy Juvia , giving her husband a big smile. Gray gave her the same smile, but just when he thought everything had been taken care of, there came the soft voice of his baby boy. - Mommy....Daddy...but you won't love the baby more than me, will you? - asked Greige, with his head lowered and tears in his dark eyes. Both Gray and Juvia stood there very surprised, neither of them had even thought of such a scenario. -Greige, what makes you think that?- asked older Fullbuster. -Sunshine, no...- Juvia hugged her son quickly- You mustn't think like that, we would never stop loving you. Remember darling, parents love all their children equally. - You know, its true that we'll have to spend a lot of time taking care of your brother or sister, but you have to remember that they won't be able to do anything on their own. You were like that when you were born too.- said Gray - I'm sorry. I won't do that again- said Greige seriously. -Do you think I offended the baby? I don't want the baby to think I don't want him or her,- said the terrified boy .What if the baby will always remember this and he will never be forgiven. - Don't worry, honey, I'm sure she won't mind,- said the water mage, stroking her belly. -She?-Gray thought. Turns out his wife wasn't telling him everything... -Wait a minute! -said suddenly Greige after a moment of silence -The baby will be in the tummy, just like Reiki was in Auntie Erza's , right? - Well baby is already there, but your right - answered Gray -Daddy? - Yes buddy ? - How did it get there? Shit. -Yyyy… Horrified, Gray turned his gaze to his wife, silently pleading for help. -You know what, angel? It's almost 8pm, I think it's time for you to take a bath, okay?- proposed Juvia, saving her husband from very uncomfortable talk. - Ok Mommy. Will you read me a bedtime story after we finish? - Of course They were already moving towards the bathroom when Juvia quickly turned towards her husband, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered : -You're welcome. Has Gray already mentioned how much he loved his wife?

Bonus!:

( ok I swear it was funnier in my head...Once again Happy Gruvia day !!!)

#gruvia #greige fullbuster #one shot #gruvia day #Mila's art #attempt at humor #greige day #gruvia family-day

55 notes · View notes

kneamet · 4 years ago

Note

Thomas Sharpe loves her. She is pregnant and she is sewing baby clothes. Thomas watches her. She is scared of him since she found out about the killed wives and the death of Lucille (Thomas killed her in revenge for Edith's death). Thomas caresses reader's arms and she flinches. He tells her not to be afraid. She is his sun. His hope. His lovely lady. He won't hurt her.

Trigger Warning: obsession, yandere.

Word Count: 1667

Character: Thomas Sharpe/reader

Summary: You never wanted Thomas to watch you when you were doing your hobby.

POV Thomas

She was so beautiful. So perfect. Thomas smiled softly, a dreamy and gentle smile that reflected his joyful and eloquent thoughts about what would happen when his perfect and beautiful, sweet and charming wife finally gave birth to their child. Their happy and tender child, who will be caressed by the touch of his father; who will inherit his character, and later he will pass on his favorite business.

Thomas liked to dream about what would happen when you gave him an heir. An heir who would pay off all the debts of the Sharpe family and restore to fame that glorious and famous, if not infamous, family name that had been passed down from generation to generation for centuries.

He knew that he would learn it as a true aristocrat. He will be able to read, write, and, of course, continue his father's work, which he will teach him later when his son grows up. And you, as a real wife, devoted and faithful to him, will babysit him, cleaning up after him. No, he wasn't going to let his son grow up to be an idiot who didn't know anything and was just trying to sound like a smart person. No, he and you, after a light conference, will find the best teachers in the entire district.

Thomas won't let his son become like him. No, he'll be better than his father. A father who was a miserable loser who had achieved nothing in his life except... as much as he hated to think about it... nothing but incest with my sister. Into this perfect illusion, which later shattered, like paper that is easy to tear. He knew he was just playing a game in her incestuous ideals, and he knew he shouldn't have been tempted.

Sharpe pursed his lower lip, frowning slightly in a gesture of contempt. To think about it, to remember the days when Lucille, his sister, whom he both loved and hated, was alive. It is simply impossible to remember what he and his sister did to the innocent souls of the girls they corrupted and later killed. It was so disgusting.

But now, realizing that he had found his happiness, she was currently sitting next to him on a wooden chair and carrying under her heart another of his dreams and happiness, his child. Thomas was looking at you, wanting to stifle a small moan that suddenly, at the same moment, flew out of his mouth in an unintentional action, completely unexpected.

So gentle, so sensual, so fragrant, like a flower, that she lives her carefree life, enjoying freedom. A flower that will quickly perish in the wrong hands and near the Crimson Peak. He knew you always had to be protected. You, who needed his help, which was immediate and consistent. He will definitely protect you and will protect you for the rest of his life, even on his deathbed.

Your soft and light hair, which Thomas loved to caress, fell a short length over your frail and thin shoulders, on which there were marks in the form of inconspicuous bruises that almost healed. The man felt a great need to touch them now, but he understood that personal space should be respected and honored. To honor him in a way that was not respected. The memory of Lucille interrupting him raced through his mind in a haunting rhythm.

Your soft lips were slightly parted. So gentle, so brilliant, and so much in return. He noticed that your lips were bitten in some places, as if you were worried; Thomas frowned. He loved your lips, and he wanted them to be kept intact, not like this.

Your bright eyes were intently and diligently following the work you were doing, being in love with your business. Thomas knew that you liked to sew and never refused your desire, believing that if you love each other, have pure and pure feelings for each other, then you should understand and be interested in each other's interests. And of course, respect them. Unlike Lucille, who was only interested in her own fate, and not in the fate and life of Thomas.

He liked to watch you and how you sew. He knew that you liked this business very much, and selling clothes for children was also an expensive business, which, as far as Thomas knew, many girls were interested in. And you, as the man liked to say, had a talent.

The man blinked several times, feeling his beloved wife looking at him, in his opinion, with a gentle look, caring.

He never had enough care: his mother beat him up for any wrongdoing, his father was too fascinated by money to take care of the children, and his sister was too obsessed with, so to speak, him, controlling many aspects of life. He believed that he had done the right thing by her, and that she did not deserve a painful and hot death for having killed his past love.

Thomas had never loved anyone in his life. Except, perhaps, for Lucille, whom he hated at the same time. It was like a mold, like a contagion that ate away at him from the inside out, plunging him into a frenzy that immediately met him.

But then Edith came along. One of those girls who was able to interest him, but in the end it turned out that it was just an interest and he did not feel any love for her. All they could do was to save her and show her that he was a man worthy of happiness.

However, his dreams were not destined to come true then. Lucille took Edith away from him. She took his wife's life. Thomas, on the other hand, took his sister's life.

The loneliness always silenced him. It hurt to be alone. At such moments, his brain refused to work rationally, forcing only thoughts about the past. The past that Thomas had tried so hard to forget and lose in oblivion.

But then, quite by accident, he, a poor and unhappy man, had you! He didn't really remember your first meeting or how you met him, but he never cared. He was your first, and he will be your last.

***

POV Your

Being around him, while still keeping a straight face, not being distracted by him, and trying to go about your business, was scary and very stressful. He always scared you with his penetrating gaze that literally burned a hole in you, and so carefully watched your even the smallest movements.

Your husband was a handsome Englishman. An aristocrat whose beauty you once fell for, believing that beauty is equal to character. How the hell did you make a mistake? The look of an angel, and the thoughts of a devil.

And yet, despite everything, you still considered his beauty, finding him, if not terribly attractive, then simply attractive: blue, like a clear sea that flows into a dirty ocean, eyes with small flecks of gray; black curly hair that turned into curls at the ends; an aristocratic type of face that corresponded to his ancient family; tonic pursed lips.

But beauty was the only advantage he could offer you. His love, which you thought was eerily possessed and controlled, was terrible. You didn't like this love. You only wanted to bring back old Thomas, who loved you with a tender and pure love, not Thomas, who was obsessed with you.

You could feel his penetrating and appraising gaze on you. It was unpleasant and very stressful. You felt a little uneasy. Your chest began to swell, and your eyes began to water.

I wanted to cry. Cry with grief. That you will never go out again, that Thomas will continue to do what he does and you will not be able to dissuade him, that Thomas is so bloodthirsty that he was not afraid to kill his sister, that your child will never know about you and the real Thomas. He will always look at the world, and especially at you and Thomas, with unseeing eyes that will not cling to flaws. He will think that he has the perfect family.

Perhaps the arrival of a child will be the only plus in this routine. After all, he will love you, really love you, and not like Thomas. You gave a small, tired smile, thinking about what you would do when your baby was born.

Suddenly, you felt your hand free of the cloth that was now lying on the table, which was covered with a pile of junk that Thomas kept for some reason. Your hand felt the warm palm of your husband. His hand was strong and big. Apart from the fact that he was eerily thin, he was still strong.

You raised your head, shifting your frightened gaze to Thomas, who was looking at you with a very bleary look, his mouth slightly open, and smiling the little smile that always scared you. At such moments, you felt like you were sitting in front of a psycho who really wants to get even with you.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, my flower," he murmured softly, stroking your weak hand with light movements and looking straight into your eyes. You felt goose bumps on your back. You bit your lip, feeling a little relieved. "No need to bite your pretty lips, my sweet flower," Thomas said, reaching out and touching your lower lip.

"I don't..." you were about to say, when you suddenly felt the finger Thomas had placed on your lips.

"You're my sunshine," Thomas smiled, getting up from his chair, which sagged under his weight. "My hope," he leaned toward you, removing his finger. You felt his hot breath on your neck, making it gooseflesh. "My fair lady," he murmured softly, his lips almost touching yours. "I won't hurt you," he finished, connecting your lips with his in a soft touch.

#tom hiddleston #obsessive #yandere #yandere loki #yandere tom hiddleston #obsessive tom hiddleston #obsession #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #yandere thomas sharpe #crimson peak #thomas sharpe x you #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe #thomas sharpe smut

128 notes · View notes

that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years ago

Note

12, 15, and 18? <3

12: a character that i love that's underappreciated

i already answered this one here, but i tend to attach to underappreciated characters oops so imma make a big claim here... but... camicazi from the httyd books... yes the books... actually, anyone from the httyd books but imma say camicazi and... no camicazi AND fishlegs.

the movies did them SO DIRTY first of all, they replaced camicazi--my favorite httyd character btw--with astr*d which is a sin in itself, and then they literally change like. everything about fishlegs??? fishlegs is actually an unhealthily skinny kid with curly black hair, glasses, pretty bad asthma, super bad allergies, and essentially the viking diagnosis of bipolar. he is like. Incredible representation !!! plus, he's hiccup's best friend above all others in the books and he is like super freaking important and they like never make him less than or poke fun at him due to any of his stuff (except like. the abelist vikings but they are made to be in the wrong), and he is still completely capable. he's scared, but he's brave and is willing to do anything for his friends. he's compassionate and clever and one of the more logical thinkers in the series. he actually thinks about the consequences before he does things !!!

then camicazi... my absolute beloved... oh how i adore she... she is super small. like. under four feet. yeah, she'll probably grow a little bit since she's pretty young but Still ! she defies female stereotypes, is the most skilled fighter in the main trio, is terrifying, fierce, can and will rob anyone she feels like for funsies, angry, loyal to a fault, willing to die for her friends without second thought, stupidly brave, and always tells hiccup and fishlegs "hey, you're not bad, for boys of course" or "you're a pretty good fighter, for boys of course" she is incredible, my childhood hero, and she is So underappreciated.

15: a character i'd throw hands with

hahn. hahn avatar. i have written two fics where i have had him punched in the face (zuko & jet) and i feel like he deserves it. he freaking Sucks, my dudes. will fight him. mean to my two favorite atla characters nope nope nope. also, i am more than willing to hate him than have people hate jet.

18: a character i'd be roommates with

okay so like... mai atla definitely and is that because grace and i are roommates?... no one needs to know.

but, uh, aside from the obvious, hmmmmmm, my gut is telling vanessa from the hollow and while i don't always trust my gut, i trust vanessa and i love vanessa and you know what??? i named my favorite stuffed pig vanessa after her so yes. i want to be roommates with vanessa the hollow send tweet <3

#eli tag #oops #i went off about httyd again #sorry but also not sorry because the books deserve more credit for idk creating the httyd universe that the movies leeched / profited off #OMG THAT WAS SO MEAN ELI THAT TAG WAS MEAN I'M SORRY #like i'm not gonna delete it cause like kinda proud of that tag but like i'm still sorry for it #i just have feelings #many of them #that's why the httyd tag is like the first tag i have blocked on tumblr lol #anyways #yes ahem thank you for the indulgence #<333 #corey rambles:)

6 notes · View notes

nad-zeta · 4 years ago

Note

I hope this is appropriate. But can you please do HC for a MC with dark skin. I have really dark skin and I’m often bullied for it and called racist things. Even with that I’m often stereotyped by others but I still remain kind to others. My hair is really long and curly often called a weave or a wig at the end of the day I end up hating myself for it. Saying my body is fake because it’s too “curvy” very insecure.

Hi hi, love! 🦋🌻I hope you are doing well! I'm so sorry to hear people have been treating you so horribly, just point them in my direction and I will beat them up for being so rude to you. 🙌😱Don’t hate yourself love, those assholes are just jealous of you! ❤🔥🌻Also, I only did this for 4 of the boys mainly cause I am a lazy potato,😅😅 hehe But I can't stress this enough it doesn’t matter how you look or what your personality is, these cute boys will love you unconditionally no matter what. ❤❤❤❤

Also to all those reading this you are perfect and beautiful just the way you are, both inside and out and don’t you dare let someone tell you otherwise, as they are obviously just self-reflecting their own insecurities onto you.🔥🌻❤ Love you lots and sending you lots of warm hugs! Hehe also thank you for the request as far as appropriate goes I hope my answer is appropriate and does your ask justice!🦋🔥🌻❤

Headcanon: Insecure Dark Skin MC feat: Nobunaga, Mitsunari, Masamune and Kenshin

Nobunaga

You were settling in nicely in Azuchi all except for the fact that you looked so different compared to the rest of the woman working in the castle

You were surrounded by maids who were so overcome with jealousy regarding your flawless radiant skin and long soft curly hair, that they started bulling you, just to bring you down

You were naturally beautiful and you drew everyone’s eyes towards you, and just as you were outwardly beautiful, your heart was made of pure gold

｡◕‿◕｡

You kept your head down and worked hard, gritting your teeth as gossipy maids would pass you by (；一_一)

Your heart is honestly too sweet and kind for this world, so most days you would just grin and bear with the pain of these women stereotyping and insulting you

(◕⍸ ◕✿)

As time went on you actually got into a relationship with the great Nobunaga, unfortunately, that is when the bullying really started to escalate out of control

You sat on the balcony of your shared room sobbing,

Piece by piece the wretched maids chipped away at your self-confidence ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Nobunga had walked into the room excited to see his beautiful fireball, when the sound of quite sniffing came from the balcony (｡◕‿◕｡)

｜−・;）

He silently approached and the second he saw your tear-streaked face he rushed to your side, enveloping you in a warm embrace

“Tell me what has caused my dear fireball so much upset,” he asked in a commanding yet soft tone (◕‸ ◕✿)

You simply hid your face in his chest as you mumbled against his clothes, “I just hate myself so much,” once those words left your lips the tears started a new .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Nobunaga pulled you into his lap as he traced soothing circles on your back and let you cry.

You told him all about the nasty things the maids had said to you over the past few months

(つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Finally Nobunaga stood up and pulled you to stand in front of a mirror, “What do you see fireball?” he asked while wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, and started listing your every insecurity from your curly hair, to your curvy body (ಥ﹏ಥ)

This broke Nobunaga’s heart, to hear and see how others have broken you down

A silence fell between the two of you,

Then Nobunaga broke it with his usual smug smile plastered on his face, “I don’t see any of that” he said in a matter of fact tone (≖︿≖✿)

“I see a strong a beautiful woman whose beauty truly outshines everyone else in the room,” he started tracing the curves of your body with his fingertips, “I see a woman who has curves so sexy that they would inspire jealousy among all whom she meets.” (◕‿◕✿)

Finally he turned you around so he could look into your eyes, “and finally I see my queen, the keeper of my heart and a woman whose kindness would out measure even the purest of angels.” (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Nobunaga spent everyday showering you with endless compliments and affection

And anyone who dare make you feel insecure or utter a bad word about his love, would surly face the full wrath of the devil king

As in his eyes you are perfect! A simple fact of which he would remind you of every day

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Kenshin

Kenshin loved you so so much (づ￣ ³￣)づ

So imagine his surprise when one day he hears you telling the bunnies how much you dislike yourself ಠ╭╮ಠ

Kenshin was shocked, as in his eyes you were a goddess straight from the heavens

He placed his ear on the sliding door so that he could better hear the conversation you were having with the bunnies in your shared room

┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴

You were sobbing while looking at yourself in the mirror, “I wish I looked different.”

๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

You collapsed on the floor with your face buried in your hands, as you continued to replay the horrible insults the visiting princesses had whispered in your ear when no one was looking (ノ﹏ヽ)

The rabbits all huddled around you and started nuzzling their tiny noses against you affectionately (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

That’s when Kenshin burst into the room, the rabbits cleared a path for him so that he could pull you to sit in his lap (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)

He gently cooed, “What’s the matter my dearest bunny,” his eyes were filled with concern at the sight of his beloved goddess ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“You looked up into those heterochromatic eyes and repeated the nasty things those princesses had said to you (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

Kenshin’s blood was boiling, how dare those pretentious women even dare speak to you (╬ಠ益ಠ)

He loved every inch of you from your curves to your weave, he wouldn’t change a single thing

You could see the fire burning in his eyes, he was ready to cut down those women

(┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

You gently cupped his face and asked him not to hurt them as even though they hurt you, you would never wish ill on anyone.

You truly amazed Kenshin at times, your kindness and gentle heart knew no bounds

He rested his forehead against yours and gently wiped away the tears that were still streaming down your face ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ

Best be sure Kenshin showered you with kisses.

In fact, let’s just say that night he worshipped your body, showing you exactly how much he loved every inch of you, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes

For you were so much more than those horrible names those princesses called you. In his eyes you were strong, you were flawless, a beauty beyond compare both inside and out

Kenshin did spare those woman a painful death; however, the rabbits were not as forgiving

As anyone who dare utter a bad word about their goddess of war will get chased off of the premises by an avalanche of angry, full balls

(⁎˃ᆺ˂)

Masamune

Hohoho the first time Masamune saw you, he was already smitten

He was captivated by everything about you

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He loved your long curly hair, the way it shined in the rays of the sun

In his eyes you were absolutely flawless, glowing even. If he had to think you something, a celestial goddess definitely came to mind (◕‿◕✿)

And don’t even get me started on those wonderful curves, he could spend hours upon hours just tracing his fingertip over your every curve

He spent every day showering his Kitten in endless amounts of affection, cause he knew you were slightly insecure about the way you looked

Which honestly is something he couldn’t wrap his head around.

If he was even half as stunning as you were, he would flaunt it (¬‿¬)

So imagine his surprise when you walk through the markets with him looking down at the ground, too insecure to even meet the eyes of the people surrounding you (／。＼)

His keen eye watched you as the two of you walked through the market, on the hunt for some dinner ingredients

That’s when he finally decided to speak up, he stopped abruptly and hooked his fingers under your chin to lift your face to meet his gaze

“Kitten, whats wrong, why are you too afraid to walk with your head held high,” at that statement a tear slipped out of your eyes (ಥ_ʖಥ)

You lips quivered slightly as you tried to sort through your thoughts to give your lover an answer

When Masamune saw the distress in your eyes, he wasted no time spontaneously picking you up and taking you to a quiet spot where the two of you could speak, without the prying eyes of those surrounding you in the markets

He gently placed you down in the shade of a tree and sat beside you, waiting for you to open up to him

You told him about your past and how people called you fake and would stereotype you everywhere you went

His eyes widened in shock, fake, FAKE, how could they call someone as naturally beautiful as you fake ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

It all started making sense to him now, how you never really wanted to leave the house, how you would always walk looking down too scared of being judged

The one-eyed dragon had made up his mind, operation get kitten her self-confidence back was now on!

If you think you were showered in compliments and love before, you were dead wrong cause since that day the one-eyed dragon spent every minute of every day helping you build your confidence back up

And if the two of you were out together and anyone dares say one bad word towards you, would be met with a sword at their throats

Masamune was always by your side whenever you felt insecure, he reminded you every day just how much he loved you. (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

Mitsunari

You were the first woman whos name this boy even bothered to learn

From day one he thought you must have been some angel from heaven, for you were so sweet and kind (◕‿◕✿)

He wanted to know everything about you, and would sit and intensely listed for hours and hours as you would tell him about your past

His little angel heart broke into a billion pieces when you had revealed to him how much you had been bullied in the past ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

He looked up at you face filled with confusion, “but how can that be, you are absolutely gorgeous” (ʘᗩʘ')

Although Mitsunari knew how cruel people could be, as he had suffered his own share of bullying for not being a strong manly man like the rest of the warlords

He reached out and gently took your soft hand in his, “I have come to realize that people would do anything in their power to breakdown those who possess something they do not. It is their jealousy and envy that causes them to want to crush their opponents so that they, can feel better about themselves. But do you want to know a secret?” Mitsunari then leaned in and whispered, “When people hurt me or bully me I like to think of them as sandpaper, they may scratch and hurt me a bit, but at the end of the day I will end up polished and they will end up useless” he said with a bright beaming smile

｡◕‿◕｡

As the days went on you and Mitsunari got closer and closer

He absolutely loved your hair

When you told him it was a weave his eyes lit up in amusement

He made the two of you some tea while you told him all about weaves

You actually taught him how to braid your hair at some point and told him that sometimes it takes days of braiding before even getting to the desired hairstyle (◕▿◕✿)

Whenever you want to change your hairstyle Mitsunari was at your side ready to learn and assist

Whether it is making cool new weaves together or simply braiding your natural hair this boy is always keen

Expect to be showered in complements every day as in Mitsunari’s eyes you are truly the most beautifully perfect woman

I hope you enjoyed this love! Sending lots of hugs and love! 🦋🌻❤

118 notes · View notes

yassifiedintj · 4 years ago

Text

Hey y'all!! First time posting on tumbrl, so, forgive me if something goes wrong. I have the same ability with technology as my 50 years old mom. Literally, me and technology? Nope. I'm basically a boomer. Anyways, inspirstion for this comes from a headcanon made on twitter by @aikohwrites and other following tweets like the ones from @dulceirenerod79. So, the idea is not mine, I hope I gave everyone the right credits. Just trying to put down what was my version of that headcanon. So, basically, I kept their original names because I didn't know how to change them but of course some things are totally made up just for the sake of the story. Also!! I'm not a native english speaker!! That's why probably there are gonna be some grammar mistakes, and I build the sentences in a very simple and italian-ish/spanish-ish(lol) way. Oh and just clarify, I have nothing against chileans lmao, I'm peruvian and I know chileans "generally" have some tensions with some other countries in LatAm. I mean, Latinos Unidos but I just thought it could have been useful for the story. But I don't mean it in a serious way, don't worry. So, anyways, I would appreciate any feedback. See you next time, if I don't procrastinate writing this sort-of-fanfiction-but-not-really

Chapter 1 - An unexpected visitor

It was hot. Okay, maybe not as hot as he thought it would be, but the air was still really hot. -Dad, what if the other kids hate me?- asked the kid who was tightly holding his hand. -Carlitos, they won't hate you- answered Pedro, looking at his seven years old son directly in the eyes, in the most convincing way. Actually, he was sure that little Carlos was gonna get appreciated, convincing the kid was the problem. Definitely a harder job. -Escuchame- Pedro said with a firm but reassuring voice -you're kind and lovely with everyone, I know you're shy, but you're also friendly. You know that. They will love you. Everyone loved you in the old school- The kid's head tilted for a few seconds with hesitation, but then he vigorously nodded before letting go his father's hand, as he fixed his backpack on his shoulders. -Will you pick me right after I finish school?- he asked, still a little bit insecure. -I promise- Pedro answered promptly. -Ok then, let's go- Together they entered the school, where the man introduced the kid to the headteacher since Carlos was the new kid, even thought the year had started only from a month. The headteacher assured him that she was gonna keep an eye the kid, and she was gonna make sure he was doing good with his class. Pedro tried not to turn around every time to check on his son when he exited from the school, while going back to the car. He went back home trying to concentrate on the music playing from the radio and not on the thousands of question going on in his mind: if the job would have gone we, if Carlitos would have found friends at school. And Jaime, his other son, right in the middle of his rebel adolescent phase, what if he didn't go at school at all? But what about their neighbours, would have they get along well? Would have he finished to tidy up the house before starting to work? He didn't realise he already arrived at home. He parked the car in the parking lot in front of their new flat, their new home, and then he entered the house closing the door with a snap. He let himself sigh when he saw the large quantity of boxes standing on the floor, still waiting to be emptied. He started to get busy, catching the first objects in the big, plastic box standing in front of him: the chilean flag and three family pictures. He let out a small smile when he saw his beloved flag, that he kept as a reminder for himself, but mostly for his sons. He wanted them to be proud of their roots. The wall right in front of the door seemed the perfect spot, so he placed two nails to hang up the flag, then he looked at his work of art, under where he placed a small table in which the family pictures found their place. Those picture really warmed his heart: one of them portrayed Carlitos playing football, one the kids at the aquarium and the last one the three of them smiling on a mountain trip. It wasn't much, but he did a good job. He rubbed his forehead with the back of the hand, realising he was sweating. How the hell was the weather so damn hot? Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door. He wasn't waiting anyone and didn't anybody in the neighbourhood, so he hesitantly reached the door, still unsure of who could have been outside. He opened the door, and standing on the porch there was a man with striking blue eyes, brown curly hair, holding a cake in his hands. He was scanning that man without saying a word. -Oh, well...- was all he managed to say, trying not to give a bad impression to who was probably a neighbour just trying to be polite. -I'm Edgar, your neighbour. Welcome to our neighbourhood!- he exclaimed with enthusiasm. -Oh, my pleasure, I'm Pedro- he finally answered, trying to reciprocate the enthusiasm, but all he gave was probably just a tired smile. Not that he wasn't happy to see such a nice and friendly neighbour, he had just been super stressed in the last days. He reached out to shake the other one's hand, but he realised that of course, Edgar had his hands busy holding the cake. -Sorry, I didn't realise...- he mumbled. -Don't worry! This is for you- Edgar kept smiling as

he offered him what Pedro recognised as... -Is that a torta tres leches?- he asked. Thinking about such a familiar dessert relieved him a little bit, and made him forget about the amount of stress he had been under since him and the kids arrived there. -Done with my own hands- Edgar answered with pride. -Thank you, really, I think I never needed this cake so much- A few second of uncertain silence followed, and Pedro decided that it could have been the beginning of the first friendship in the neighbourhood. He and the kids needed that, so he decided to do something he would have normally considered risky. -It would be such a waste to eat it all on my own, I mean, my kids will love it for sure but... I was wondering if maybe I could reciprocate the favour and, you know, offer you something to drink and maybe we can eat it together- he proposed. It seemed like Edgar was considering the proposal, then he nodded. -Sounds like a good deal- he answered, smiling. Pedro opened the door to let him in and we'll, something really concerning happened. Actually he had no idea of what was going on in Edgar's head, and especially the amount of thoughts and have went through his brain in just a fraction of seconds. Indeed, Edgar was really disturbed by the chilean flag, and he thanked Jesus, Mary and Joseph that he didn't have a venezuelan flag printed on his forehead and it wasn't Copa America period, so he wasn't wearing any venezuelan football team t-shirt. We could say that the Chilean flag hanged in the living room wasn't giving him exactly the best impression. He had just stepped into the chilean's house and he immediately started to eloquently cough. -Well, you know what? I just remembered I had to take a few things for my daughter. You know, I have a daughter. And she need a few things. In short, I forgot I had a very urgent thing to do. Daughter before anything!- Edgar surprised himself with the speed in which he pronounced those words. -Yeah, don't worry- Pedro said, quite baffled by the sudden change of voice tone in the other man. -Thanks for the offer, anyway- Edgar said, taking a last nervous look at the Chilean flag as he was exiting from the house under the sigh a worried Pedro. -The offer is still available, anytime you want. I hope we can still catch up!- he said while observing Edgar leaving his house with a nervous smile. Pedro closed the door, doubtful, asking himself what could have caused that sudden change of humour. He looked at the cake, deciding he was gonna try it on his own. Cutted a slice, he placed it on a small plate and picked up a bite with the spoon. Damn, it was good.

#pedro pascal #edgar ramirez #gael garcia bernal #diego luna #latino actors #romcom but make it gay

11 notes · View notes

groovycatcollector · 5 years ago

Text

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 9

I had decided to stay awake after one of the baby’s feeds, I had told Maggie I’d help her planting some veg, considering food supplies were running low. I had time before I would go to the infirmary and my mind was still buzzing with distrust for Alexandria. But knowing I should stay for the baby I did, wanting to give him a better chance, so I occupied my days, distracting myself from my gut screaming at me that something was gonna go wrong.

The sun was just lightening the sky without making an appearance, so it was cool enough to work. I was already to go; food packed, baby fed and in a basket, just my hair.

I was standing in front of a mirror in the sitting room. I couldn’t brush it, it was too curly and it would only puff it up more. My last hair elastics broke last night so I stared helpless at the ringlets in the mirror. I could shave my head?

I’m not shaving my head …

After deciding not to shave my head, I graded a pencil (Something one of my older sisters had thought me) and twisted it and weaved it into my hair; leaving me with a low bun. It wouldn’t keep it off my neck but it would stay out of my face. Deciding that was enough for me I wrapped my new found scarf around my head once, making sure to secure my baby hairs and front strands in the fabric. Tying it at the base of my neck around the bun, leaving the flimsy material falling loosely at my shoulder blades.

“One Russian name and one normal name?” Maggie confirmed, using her foot too glide the spade into the ground. “Yep, family tradition, honour the grandparents” I grunted, following suit. The sun had risen, and oh mama it was hot. We had started working before dawn, so we had a few tomatoes plants in the ground, and the conversation has drifted to the Christening tomorrow, and the lack of a name.

I’m guessing Maggie was also tired with an aching back by her strained reply “I don’t know many Russian names so you’ll have to excuse my lack of input there”. I huffed with a smile “I was thinking maybe Luke? Does he look like a Luke to you” I straightened glanced at the baby, who at this stage couldn’t really crawl; only sat there content with his big hat. Maggie halted, turning to look at him clumsily pulling out grass “He could be a Luke”

I decided to test it out “Hey” I called at the oblivious infant “You think you’re a Luke?” Waiting a moment, looking as he tried to put a blade of grass into his mouth before it fell from his weak grip. “Okay not Luke” I announced before bending back over continuing my work.

We were quiet concentrating for a few more minutes. “You thought of any names for yourself?” I asked, whipping a bead of sweat from my neck. The sound of shovels scratching threw dirt filled my ears before she gathered an answer. “Haven’t really thought about it yet, suppose it’s still early days” She said, focusing her eyes on the ground.

I nodded “Just be careful you don’t end up like me, waiting for the day before you have to name him” She chuckled at that.

When the sun got high I wondered over to the infirmary. I was reading a book I snagged from the hippie on natural herbs, writing out Denise’s beloved Short Cuts on a sheet of paper for each herb. Luckily not many were sick, so besides writing all of my useless information I just tidied up. It was nice, I felt like it was summer vacation and I was down at my Grandpa’s practice.

Denise and I sat on the porch, still in the shade. She looked off long fully in the distance at Tara on post while I quizzed her on her spread sheet. We had come up with a routine of cleaning, testing cheat sheets, cleaning again, and home time (If no one came in of course)

“Infection” I called out agents the hot air. Denise groaned, flopping back onto the wooden panels. “No, I’m sick of this” she exclaimed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. I was sick of it too in all honesty. I lay next to her book on my chest “Yeah me too” I admitted staring up at the white porch roof. I glance across at her, she reminded me of Sonya, just getting in her head all the time, and trying to pull it all together for other people.

“How’re things with Tara?” I asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and just making small talk. “They’re fine, we moved in together” She sighed. Oh shit big step.

Hold the fuck up that’s a very big step. I bolted up right “What the fuck, I see you ever single day for the past five weeks and you didn’t say anything?” I starred, mouth wide open.

Denise shrugged defensively “I dunno Nina I didn’t think it was that important” My eyes darted to Tara who stood on the watch tower. I scoffed, repeating her “Not a big deal” before lay back down. It was quiet for a moment, just listening to the baby babbling in his highchair before Denise broke the pause in dialogue.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” She said, putting her face in my direction but still not meeting my eyes. “I guess I was kinda scared how you’d react” She paused, biting her lips thinking “With you being so religious and all”

I narrowed my eyes, not fully understanding her meaning before it all clicked into place, which caused an eruption of laughs burst from my stomach. She looked at me bewildered before I could catch my breath, whipping a tear away from my eye.

“Dude” I gasped “Dude I’m catholic not an asshole” Her look of shock, followed by a small chuckle of relief calmed me a little.

I lolled my head to look at her “So you’re not homophobic” She asked still chuckling, I offered her a smile before leaning in and whispering “Not an asshole” while putting my hand on hers while we lazily starred up at the roof. I liked Denise, she reminded me of what it was like to have a sister, even if she presumed I was an asshole.

“Sooo” She sang, just as my mind was beginning to wander too far into sadder thoughts. “What’s going on with Daryl?” She cocked on eyebrow teasingly.

Confusion shocked my body, now I definitely didn’t expect that. I got on with Daryl, but I don’t think I’m into him “what about him?” I asked, cautiously.

I’ve gotten too comfortable here, just the hint of romantic relationships got my palms sweating. Now it was Denise’s turn to let a giggle “Are you kidding? You guys are always looking at each other and I see you guys early mornings talking to each other” Her nose was scrunched up like a kid tattling on their friend to teacher.

It’s true we had made a routine of crossing paths when I would feed the baby, and we would get up to hunt or get ready for a run. I just never figured it would spark town gossip.

“We are not always looking at each other” I said defensively. She scoffed sitting up “Nina you both are constantly gazing at each other from across the street!” I sat up next to her leaning agents the wall, her crossed legged and my arms resting on my bent knees. What in tarnation, gazing? I don’t gaze, I’m a Price and we’re not a gazing family

“We do not gaze”

“Then why are you getting so defensive”

“I’m not getting defensive”

Denise through her hands up in the air in defeat “Okay okay nothings going on, shouldn’t have asked” She looked down rubbing her palms together after I thanked her. Suddenly her face contorted in a smile “Say…” She sounded way too pleased with herself for this to end well.

“What are you doing later today?” Shit. I chewed my lip “I’m going helping with the cars” I answered bluntly, trying not to show just how completely she caught me.

“And who is it again who’s doing the cars today?” I hope that smile was hurting her face, it was far too big. My shoulders slouched in defeat, trying to hide my smile, my signal of “You got me” as Denise burst out laughing.

“You” She said, pushing my shoulder making me wobble “Are full of shit” I barely got to mumble a ‘Am not’ before the doctor continued her sentence “And I think you two would be cute”

“Fuck off”

Me and Daryl, that’s weird, crazy even. Just because I get on with someone who’s reasonably attractive and single doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them

Even if I just said they were attractive. Not the point.

I’m gonna go in there, and be cool, chilled, just doing car stuff. And I’m a friendly person, I’m friendly with everyone. Sure I spent a little more time with him but so what?

I walked into the garage seeing Daryl with his head under the hood of one of the cars. His back was covered by a black vest top but his shoulders were glistening with the sweat, and his hair was damp and sticking agents his neck; obviously not enjoying the summer heat.

“Hey, need any help” I asked, putting the baby on the floor “I know a thing or two about cars” I leaned agents the car and peered into the engine, seeing it had all its parts.

“Had a boyfriend that was into cars?” He taunted, still not looking at me, knowing it would get on my nerves.

“My daddy was a mechanic” I clarified. He shot me a glance from behind the dirt and oil that covered his face “Thought you’d been more into them pageants” His mouth came up in a half smile, just flashing his teeth.

A wicked grin grew on my face “Oh yeah, real big into thoughts, won a few too” I hoped he could pick up on my sarcasm, pushing him over so I could get a better look at the valves threw the walker blood “But that’s only because I slept with the judges” I looked up and gave him a big smile but the look on his face ment I couldn’t hold back a laugh “Dann I never thought I’d see you look shocked” I said, slapping him on his back. See? Friendly.

Then a grumble past his lips “Always knew you’d be easy” Without looking up I punched his arm.

Sonya was into Pageants, real good. She won a scholarship to a nursing school in New York kinda good.

“You’d wanna know” I said, sticking my hand into the slimy shit stuck in the engine and pulling it out.

Just too buds, having laughs, no feelings.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part ten Part eleven

Tags:@buckysjuicyplums

27 notes · View notes

murdereddaydreams · 4 years ago

Text

Jasahi First Time

Warnings: SMUT, body worship kind of, mutual masturbation I think?, creampie, unprotected sex

A/N: honestly my titles are so self explanatory it's laughable. I wanted to write some self indulgent Jasahi smut so I did. It's written in third person I think? I really don't even know but enjoy if you're into this! Definitely my longest piece ever, not gonna lie. Smut starts after the song!

Word Count: 2,872

Time flies when you're not paying attention to it and living in the moment. Though that didn't mean that time was completely forgotten. That was actually Asahi's current issue while he was preparing for the night with help from his closest friends. It wasn't with deciding an outfit, it was something far more important for the night.

"Why are you so nervous, man? You said it yourself, she's been dropping hints! Clearly she wants this too!" Of course Nishinoya would be all for this, Tanaka chiming in right after him in approval. This notion even received mutters of agreement from Sugawara and Daichi. This all caused Asahi to stop his pacing and look at all of them.

"But… it's going to be our first time with each other or anyone else for that matter… What if something goes wrong? What if I hurt her?" He knew he was strong, he also knew he was overall bigger than his girlfriend, so it was only fair that he would worry about hurting her. He also didn't want to ruin the moment by doing something stupid accidently. He just had to be an overthinker, didn't he?

"Asahi, she knows this. You said it yourself. It'll be fine, you both have the same level of experience. She wants this as her gift for her birthday, she'll enjoy it no matter what." Somehow, Daichi's words soothed his nerves for a second. It was a vicious cycle for the next few hours until it was time for them to all leave so he could go pick up his girlfriend of three years. High school sweethearts, that's how he would describe them. Granted, she was still in school and ending her third year in a few months. There was a two year age difference between the two, something that never bothered either of them though the two had respected it in the sense they never went overboard with their physical affection towards each other. But tonight, they were going to be celebrating her eighteenth birthday together and she had been dropping rather obvious hints that she wanted them to finally take their relationship to that next level. He finally had accepted the idea as he pulled up in front of her apartment. Putting the car in park, he got out and did a once over on his outfit before walking to her door. He wore a pair of black dress pants, a white button up tucked inside with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the top three buttons left undone. The outfit was paired with black dress shoes and a black belt, his right wrist adorned with a watch and crystal bracelet that was a previous gift from his beloved. Hair was tied up in a neat yet loose low bun, the front pieces tucked behind his ears in a way that they framed his face and facial hair neatly trimmed. This was an important night, he had their dinner all planned out and even the end of the night if he didn't let his anxiety get the best of him.

"Don't you look handsome." Asahi was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the words, eyes naturally scanning over the body of the voice's owner. His cheeks flushed as he took in how her dress hugged her curves. The satin red material came to about mid thigh, the top in a sweetheart neckline held up by spaghetti straps, the fabric clinging to her body and accentuating everything in all the right places. Black heels, a black clutch, and a gold set of hoops with a gold neck finished it off. Her curly, jet black hair clipped up on the left and pushed over to the right. "Is this good for where you have planned?"

"Y-yeah! Sorry, I think I was staring. You look beautiful, like always Jasmine." His hand landed on her hip and dipping down to place a kiss to her lips, having to lean down less than usual due to her heels lessening their height difference. "Happy birthday honey."

"Thank you Asahi, we should go, I would hate for us to be late." Though it was obvious that the two would much rather go inside and spend time alone together, that is with taking into consideration how the pair looked at each other and the feeling of a different intention behind each touch and kiss. Things didn't change throughout dinner, the two casually saying little things that could be brushed off as normal to try and rile up the other. Whatever anxiety there was for that night melted away from the two now that they were together. They knew this was something they both wanted and they knew they had to take advantage while they still could. In a few months they would be separated. Each moment together was precious and this was no exception. Before they even knew it, dinner had been finished and the two were back at her apartment. Somewhere they knew they would be alone and uninterrupted.

"I love you." The words were said in perfect unison when they passed the threshold into the privacy of the apartment, the door getting locked behind them. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close for a much needed kiss. One that he happily returned, arms wrapping around her waist before deciding he should just take her to the bedroom. Feeling his hands on the back of her thighs prompted her to jump up, legs wrapping around his waist as he walked to the bedroom. Once there, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, having her body placed on his lap as the kiss was never broken and instead deepened. A soft moan escaped her lips, hips pressing down onto his to get some sort of friction. Her dress had hiked up to around her hips, giving her easier access to grind down on the bulge growing in his pants.

"Fuck…" Asahi was the first to break the kiss, letting out a rare curse from his lips. This was more than enough motivation for her, adjusting so that the two could get the most enjoyment. For a pair that had been nervous about this event all day, they sure seemed to be falling into place with ease. It could have been because they were so comfortable and in love with each other. It could have also been because while one was more outspoken about it, it was something they both have been wanting for some time now. Neither had pushed the other though, communication was something the two strived for and this was no exception. Tonight was the night it was agreed on and there was no stopping them now.

"I love you so much." Her voice broke through the soft pants of the pair as they were focused on the small amount of relief they were giving themselves. Foreheads linked together, eyes closed, enjoying the beginnings of pleasure between them. Those words warmed Asahi’s heart, hands going to her hips and giving a soft squeeze. Her hands moved to cup his face, gently moving his face so they could look at each other. "I love you Asahi, never doubt that. I'm happy we can do this." She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his nose. Right now, they both completely stopped their attempts to relieve themselves as they just looked at each other.

"I love you too. I knew I wanted you in my life when we first met. I'm glad you trust me with this." Words were forgotten after that, the two once again connecting their lips as they pulled their bodies closer together. Her hands slowly trailed down to the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one as her fingers caressed the freshly exposed skin until she was able to slip the shirt off his shoulders. The fabric fell to his elbows, hands leaving her hips to toss it to the floor. His hands found their place on her hips soon after, his right hand traveling up her body to the zipper on the back of her dress. Silently, he asked for permission which received a response in the form of her grinding down on his growing bulge. That was all he needed as an answer, slowly pulling the zipper down to where it naturally fell off her body. Reluctantly, she removed herself from him, standing in front of him and having the garment fall around her feet. Now in her bra and panties, she nervously bit her bottom lip. Both of them had a flush on their cheeks. His eyes were taking in every aspect of her body, how the lingerie accentuated her hips and her full breasts. He couldn't believe that she was with him, he truly did feel lucky.

"Asahi…" Her voice was soft, a nervous energy to it that made his eyes fall on hers. He stood up, towering over her as he cupped her face in his large hand and tilted her up to look at him.

"I'm sorry honey, you're just so beautiful. I promise I'll do my best to please you." Giving her a small peck, he easily lifted her and placed her on the bed, his own body hovering over her. The way his body was able to easily engulf hers always did something to her but now it took on a different meaning other than just cuddling. Her hand ran down his torso, fingertips barely brushing against the skin before she landed on his belt. As much as she loved all of this, the anticipation of getting to do the deed, she was also getting impatient. She wanted to feel herself full of him, the two crying out together as they became one. It didn't take him long to understand what she wanted, always having been able to read her easily since they embarked on a relationship. It actually made a low chuckle escape his lips as he helped her with his pants. While he slipped out of them and tossed them aside, she had done the same with her bra. He took his place back over her body, her hands coming to rest on either side of his neck. They got lost in the moment just looking at each other until she pulled him down for a kiss. While their lips moved in perfect sync, his hand ran down the side of her body until his finger hooked around the waistband of her panties. A small moan escaped her lips into the kiss, encouraging Asahi to venture to her clothed core. His fingers slid along her slit, taking in how the damp fabric felt.

"Sweetie… please…" Her words came out in a soft moan, hips moving to connect with his touch more than they already were. Now, he never hesitated to do what she asked of him and this was no different. He knew what she wanted, removing her panties and moving his hand to gently caress her inner thigh. The whine that came out of her lips led to him moving his fingers to her core. A groan left his lips, feeling just how wet she was and knowing it was all for him. Tentatively, he ran his fingers up and down her slit, testing the waters and seeing just how she would react. The feeling of his calloused fingers against her wet folds caused her to close her eyes as soft moans escaped her lips. "Asahi…"

"God… you're perfect…" The way she was so responsive to his touch was doing wonders for his confidence. Carefully, he dipped one finger past her entrance, gently thrusting the thick digit in and out. He was so transfixed on her, he didn't even realize he had freed his hard cock from his boxer briefs and had begun to stroke himself. His soft groans led to her opening her eyes, dark orbs falling on his thick length. Her hand slowly came down to replace his hand, taking over his motions. The way her much smaller and softer hand felt against him made his breath hitch and he found himself adding a second finger. His thumb reached up and gave firm pressure to her clit, small circles accompanying it. Eyes shutting again, back arching off the bed, her hand began to pick up it's pace.

"Baby please, I need you inside me already." Her whine caused him to smirk softly to himself, knowing he too needed to be inside her. Gently removing his fingers from her core, he watched her flutter around nothing before removing her hand from his cock so he could line himself up with her dripping entrance.

"Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable." This was a shared experience, one of many to come, and he wasn't going to make her regret picking him. Dragging his tip along her slit, he did his best to collect her slick before beginning to slowly press into her. Neither seemed to think twice that he still had a piece of clothing on, both far too focused on what they really wanted. Both too focused on how he was nestled between her legs, how her thighs rested on top of his own as he sat back with his legs tucked under him. He wanted to be able to watch all of her while he made love to her. That was exactly what he did, watched as he slowly and carefully pushed inch by inch of his length into her core until he was fully bottomed out in her. His hands rested on her hips, waiting for her to adjust to his size as well as adjusting to her tight warmth engulfing him. She felt completely full with him buried in her, loving the feeling of finally being like this with him. She gave a little wiggle with her hips, wanting to let him know he could continue and instead caused herself to moan for him. Slowly, he pulled out until just the tip was in before he would dive back in. Easily, he had found a pace that they both seemed to enjoy. His hips pulling back only to dive back in, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts in perfect harmony. The way he kissed her cervix was heaven, her moans and whimpers nothing but praise for the man on top of her. The way she called out to him began to take its toll, his fingers on her hips digging in just a bit more than they were and his pace growing a little faster.

"O-oh! Like that!" Her hands reached out for him desperately, taking hold of his forearms and gripping onto them. She could feel herself starting to reach her limit and she was sure he could tell. With ease, he lifted her up, left arm wrapping around her waist and gripping her left hip as his right arm wrapped around her mid back and her right shoulder. He held her close, their chests pressed together as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Hands scratching as his back as she cried out in pleasure over and over again. His thrusts were full of power, that strength he always tried to restrain when it came to her was now on full display. Asahi buried his face in the crook of her neck, chasing his own high as well as hers. If anyone had walked in, they would have thought she was bouncing on his cock but that was the mere force of his thrusts. Head tossed back, eyes shut tight, she screamed out his name as he successfully pushed her over the edge to her orgasm. He followed soon after, calling out her name as he spilled all his seed inside of her. The way her walls clenched made him swear she was personally trying to milk him for all he's worth and he didn't mind one bit. With him still buried deep inside of her, they attempted to catch their breaths before daring to move. Cautiously, she pulled away from him, taking his face in her hands and kissing him lovingly. He quickly returned the kiss, pulling away only to smile at her. "I love you."

"I love you too. I wasn't too rough, was I?" This caused her to giggle and shake her head, slowly moving from his lap so she could lay back on the bed.

"Not at all, I loved it. You should take your underwear off, I'm pretty sure we won't need them in the morning." Her boldness caused his face to flush though he grinned eagerly and did as told. Once he was beside her, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a baby wipe. Cleaning herself off followed by him, she tossed it in the garbage before snuggling into his chest where he naturally wrapped his arms around her after pulling the blanket over them. "Best birthday ever. I can't wait for us to do that more often."

"I'm always willing when you are. Now let's get some rest, yeah?" He kissed the top of her head, smiling as she snuggled closer to him.

"Okay okay. I love you Asahi, good night."

"I love you too Jasmine."

#jasahi self ship post #jasahi 🥺#self indulgent #self ship #smut #Spotify

3 notes · View notes

multifandom--imagine · 5 years ago

Photo

LAST NIGHT || ALEXEI (SMUT)

warning: I've never written smut and so don't expect anything explicit or 50 shades of gray lmao. Also English is not my mother language so I might have done something grammatically wrong.

Your life surely was definitely not the correct definition of normal, indeed to be honest since you moved to Hawkings your life had definitely taken an abnormal turn.

The day before you were simply Sheriff Hopper's assistant, you can tell his apprentice and your days were limited to making fines on the street and delivering donuts to your boss. And now here you are in a bunker together with your boss, his "lover" or anyway partner in crime Joyce, a crazy communist named Murray and a Russian scientist named Alexei, or so he called himself, sitting at a table and plotting on a possible Russian invasion inside a village forgotten by God in Indiana. How did you end up in all this? Simple, this strange Russian base has gathered a lot of energy, for some kind of absurd plan, making Joyce and your boss go crazy that as far as they could seem to you, completely mad, they still caught your attention and so, as a good assistant you followed them in this crazy adventure risking your life several times.

This evening at the bunker it was quite challenging, your cronies seem to have found a great plan to put the word "end" to this macabre chapter, the only thing you are 100% certain of is the fact that nothing will be easy at the end. inside of this plan and the chances of any of you losing your skin are very high. Therefore in that hovel a strange silence had been created, it appears for Joyce and Hopper which seemed to have taken a taste for us to quarrel like two children. Murray was reading and repeatedly reading the plan he had made with being too neurotic, while Alexei ... well he turned out to be a real puppet, he had been watching TV all afternoon, he would have seen more or less 50 Looney Toons episodes. If you had remained even just 3 seconds inside that bunker you would have gone mad, so observing Alexei I gave him a slight blow to the shoulder.

"Murray, can you ask him if he's hungry?" You asked the old grumpy man who answered you:

"You stop treating me like a fucking translator" he commented sourly and then recalled the Russian boy's attention “Вы голодны?”

“один” the boy answered immediately.

"He said yes" Murray replied quickly before returning to his work.

"Perfect then, come on" you said, taking Alexei's arm "Smirnoff and I are going to eat something" you announced as you started toward the exit, before being blocked by a furious Hopper.

"Excuse me? Are you crazy? If you go out they'll find out! "

"I'm not stupid, boss. There is a service station a few meters from here, we eat one thing and then come back here, they won't catch us, promise” The sheriff grunted annoyed and then reluctantly gave you the keys.

"Hurry up" and without saying anything else he let you out of the bunker.

* * *

A grave silence reigned in the car, perhaps you should also have brought Murray with you, at least you could have exchanged a few words with some living being. But that young Russian scientist had caught your attention, among all he seemed the most gentle and probably both you and he shared the same position, you felt lost and trapped in a trouble surely bigger than you.

"Hey..." you said drawing his attention "Do you want something to eat in particular? Chicken? Beef?" You asked in a somewhat dubious tone, probably Alexei hadn't understood anything you had told him.

"Slurpee" he said, earning you a slightly perplexed look.

"You can't just eat granite...okay let’s do this, I'll take you to a nice place and you choose what you want, okay?" you observed his expression a little dazed and for this you raised your eyes to the sky. "Good God, is it possible that you don't understand a shit what I tell you? You can't just speak Russian in America" you said, snorting. This Russian didn't just tell you, he had to understand something English!

Anyway, you arrived at the service station, which had a fast-food next to you and you and Alexei got out of the car by getting out of the car. Arriving at the counter you indicated to the scientist the sandwiches they were selling in the station and strangely he seemed to understand, and holy god, he ordered two Big Macs, a large portion of chips and nine nuggets. You limited yourself to a medium toast and a coca-cola. You decided to buy Alexei ache his beloved Slurpee cherry and parking your hidden car shortly after the station you sat on the hood and consumed your dinner.

You looked at the sky, reflected, your head was a tangle of thoughts, questions and concerns. The feeling of not being able to see tomorrow or not being able to taste a fucking Mac Donalds toast really made you feel disgusted, as if everything no longer had a meaning, an importance, as if the rules had been banned, it was all a passing of seconds that crumbled waiting to be lived as it was right. You took a deep breath and looking at Alexei in the eyes you took a few seconds to contemplate that childish face. His cheeks were round and slightly red, his lips were thin and wet from the liquid of his cherry granita, his curly golden hair was untidy, his glasses framed those lively, innocent little eyes. That continuous observance had given birth to a strange sensation in you, as if a burning fire had been created in your stomach and certainly could not be nervous gastritis.

"Listen to me Smirnoff" you said in a tone that was perhaps too tense, enough to earn you a puzzled look on the part of the scientist "Probably tomorrow we'll all die and I barely finished college, I didn't live long enough to say that my life is less shitty than now. You probably think the same thing" you admitted getting closer to him "So before some crazy communist finds us and kills us, please let me do a fantastic fuck" I said feeling a little warmth on your cheeks.

Alexei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as your lips touched his.

You thought he would repel you with enough disgust, but when one of his hands touched one of your cheeks to bring your face closer, you all started galloping with emotion. His lips were so sweet and sugary, it seemed you were eating a sweet cherry. You walked away a few centimeters just to take a second breath and, observing the young Russian's eyes, you could notice a strange spark in them, as if an animalistic instinct had awakened in him, but in any case there remained a tender, helpless puppy for you.He came down with a small leap (even a little awkward lol) from the car and making his way between your legs tried to get close to your body again. Your faces were still very close and biting your lower lip you looked him in the eyes with a mischievous smile, while your hands wandered lightly on his shirt, then grabbing the collar so as to push the boy into a new kiss more wild and passionate this time, the tip of your tongue tapped gently on Alexei's lips, inviting him to investigate this sinful act. It didn't take long before he opened his mouth making your tongues meet in a lusty dance.

His hands timidly rested on your hips, squeezing them slightly, when he felt your fingers unbutton his shirt, while your lips left a damp trail of kisses and bites from his jaw, to his Adam's apple where you left a small mark reddish, making a shy grunt escape from Alexei's lips but he seemed very pleased with all those attentions.

When you got to the last button the scientist caught you off guard by quickly taking off the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you wearing only your bra, he also took off his own shirt, leaving somewhere on the ground, then letting you lie on the hood car, bringing your skin into contact with cold metal.

Alexei took the opportunity to steal another sweet kiss from you, slowly bringing a hand to your breast, squeezing it over your bra cup and when you saw him blush as soon as he listened to your light moans, you couldn't hold back. So raising your torso a little you unhook your bra, leaving your breast and the prey of the young Russian's lips in plain sight, and he grabbed the fabric of your shorts, starting to unbutton them with great enthusiasm.

None of you had the patience to engage in the preliminaries, you both knew already what you wanted and there was no need for words or translations to understand it. After getting rid of your panties too Alexei took you by the hips, bringing your lower belly even closer to his and the first thing you could hear was his obvious erection, hidden in the fabric of his pants.

“Вы сделали хороший беспорядок, котенок” he whispered in your ear in a very deep tone, leaving you an absurd curiosity about what that phrase could have meant, but little did you care at that moment you just wanted to feel pleasure and be satisfied.

"Stop talking and unbutton those pants" you commented with a slight laugh, while the boy seemed to have guessed your request and performed it without blinking.

As soon as his member was free from the fabric of the boxers, Alexei invited you with a small gesture to lie down on the cold bonnet of that car and when you could feel your intimacy going into contact with that of the Russian let slip a sweet moan from your wet lips . Needless to say, when the young scientist decided to get inside you with a slow push you couldn't help arching your back for pleasure, letting that silent and forgotten place of God begin to fill up with your languid moans as the pushes were getting faster and deeper.

Your eyes were glued to each other, lost in your irises, the only moments when the contact was interrupted was when your eyelids came together for a few moments and then reopened, you knew that that relationship was the most absurd and unusual in the world but surely, nothing you were doing was remorseful.

With your slightly trembling hands you took Alexei's face in your hands and before you both reached the apex of that relationship, you joined his lips to yours in a last and passionate kiss.

* * *

"Yo boss, we are back..." you said entering the bunker with a very tired face and throwing the keys next to Hopper's hands "I'm going...I'm going to take a shower" you announced stretching before locking yourself in the bathroom.

Meanwhile Alexei sat down on the couch, pulling a long sigh and trying to calm the blush that colored his chubby cheeks, but he had to pull himself to attention when Murray sat down next to him and drank a glass of vodka.

[this conversation between murray and alexei is in Russian, but I decided to translate it lol]

"Where have you been, my friend?" He asked, giving him a winking look. "Just to know, do you know? It was an hour and a half that we were missing" the man said ironically. Alexei cleared his throat and then adjusted his glasses.

"We ate at one of your American fast foods" he tried to mislead by looking elsewhere, at the TV screen on.

"Really? And what did you make that little girl eat? Your cock?” He asked ironically to let out a fat laugh, finally giving the Russian friend a heavy pat on the back, leaving him alone and with a face as red as a tomato.

#stranger things #eleven #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max #maxime #will byres #joyce byers #alexei #murray #imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things 3 imagines #billy hargrove

157 notes · View notes

awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 5 years ago

Text

I'm going to be at your side

A/N: English is not my first language so please feel free to correct me. Also first time writing Slaxl.

TW: suicide attempt and swearing

Chapter I

Slash felt uneasy, his hands tightened around the bottle of Jack. He didn't know why he felt this way but his guts were telling him that something was wrong; maybe it was the fact that Axl would have never turned down a night at the club or maybe it was that the red singer was way angrier than usual and that his outburst were more destructive than ever.

The guitarist usually has always prided himself to be calm and rational even when things were really bad, but now he felt the strange feeling of worry and anxiety was consuming him, making him the farthest thing from his usual self : a scary man. He decided to leave his friend in the club and heading to their hotel when he couldn't take it anymore. He had never been this sober in a while, too worried about his favorite singer to think about Jack Daniels. Fuck, he must really love that man.

The ride to the hotel was fast and rushed: that weird feeling was still there, making him biting his lower lip ; he never believed in "bad feelings" or stuff like that, but now, maybe because it was about Axl, his mind knew something was wrong. When he finally arrived to the big building that was their home for the past two days, he started rushing to the room he shared with Axl. He was so grateful that he wasn't so drunk because he could walk like a normal human being but also not so much because he could feel that at every steep his heart was starting to beat faster making him sick to his stomach and his head hurt.

He tried to empty his mind by telling him that everything was alright, just to calm himself and possibly to be ready to face a very angry Axl. He stopped indulging and open the door, the sooner he'd have seen Axl watching TV on the bed they shared or sleeping, the sooner he could have cut this bullshit, stopped feeling like he was on a edge ready to fall down and returned to his beloved alcool and his friends.

The first thing he noticed was the empty bed and the TV turned on. "He must be in the bathroom" he thought but something inside him was telling him that there was something wrong so he decided to call his name to be sure. Fuck his stupid feelings for the red head, they were just making him weak and pathetic.

"Axl." He decided to call him but there was no answer.

"Axl." He said again. Still no answer

"AXL" he screamed the third time, banging at the door. Still no answer.

Panic took over in Slash's mind and too many thoughts were spinning in it. What could had happed? Why he wasn't answering? The guitarist just wanted to see an angry redhead screaming at him so he could had cursed himself for being so stupid. Anything rather than the anxiety he was feeling.

"Now I'm going to open this fucking door and I will find him in the shower, screaming at me naked." he thought even though he couldn't hear the water running . He turned the handle that was broken so the door couldn't be locked from the inside . At least he didn't had to worry about it.

The first thing he saw when he entered the room was red. He thought it could be only Axl's hair but that was not a copper red but more like a blood red. When he moved his eyes all cross the bathroom he could see where the blood was coming from : the singer was on the floor, his knees closet o his chest and one big cut on each of his wrists. The disturbing imagine paralyzed him for some seconds, before his ration part told him to grab some towels and tightened them around the wounds, to stop the bleeding.

When the towel were tight enough, he stopped for a minute and thought about what to do next : is brain told him "call 911" and "don't let Axl pass out" . The only phone in the room was on the bedside, so Slash decided to pick Axl bridal style and lay him down on the bed, while he continued to put pressure on his wrists and he softly started to talk to him. He didn't care what the other man could think, we was fucking bleeding to death right in front of him.

"Axl, hey Axl" the guitarist shook him and the singer opened his eyes, an expression of pain written on his face , like he had fined all his energy due opening them.

"Mh... Slash? he asked confused and Slash's heart broke to hear how weak it was.

"Yes it's me... uhm Axl now I'm calling 911 but you have to stay awake, okay?" he said trying to sound as steady as possible because the last thing he needed was to making Axl anxious.

The redhead looked at him for a second, almost like he wanted to disagree but losing quite a bit of blood, definitively didn't help him having the strength to do that so he just weakly nodded.

Slash took the phone and with shaky hands dialed the number while he kept watching Axl, making sure the motherfucker wouldn't had died in front of him.

"911 what's your emergency?" said a woman and Slash asked an ambulance , telling her where they were and what happened. As soon as he finished to talk, the woman told him to try to keep awake the injured man (No, shit Sherlock Slash thought) and ended the call. "I wanna go Slash" said Axl with a whisper and Slash swore to God that his heart was in tiny little pieces because of those words.

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked the curly man confused and a bit angry. He shouldn't be upset, he should help Axl to remaining alive but a selfish part of him was screaming because if Axl died, he would lost the love of his life. There was no way in hell that he could let Axl die in this fucking hotel room.

"Give up, walk away" he said as his eyes were closing again and the curly man thought what could bring him to do this, what could happen to Axl that made him decide to cut his wrists and tell Slash to leave him alone dying; he didn't want to think about that or he could just break down.

"Oh hell no, motherfucker. You're not going to pass out right now, do you understand?. Open your damn eyes." Saul said the last sentence pleading him. He could have been more calm about what he really was on the verge of crying, shit this behavior was so unlike him.

"Take... my hand" Axl asked, his eyes still closed and Slash just did that. He was super confused but he did because we was so scared that he cling on that hand like the redhead's life would depend on it. And because he wanted to make sure that Axl knew he was there for him, that he was not going to walk way like he asked him before. Axl calmed down, his breathing dangerously slowed down as he passed out. Slash still squeezed his hand while he was starting to panic. "Axl, will make it. He can't die, he won't." he kept repeating at himself for a couple of minutes before he could hear the ambulance's sirens.

"Axl fucking Rose, I love so much, please don't leave me alone" he mumbled to the pale man's ear and cursed himself after because, fuck he was being so cheesy and romantic. He guessed that this would happen if the person you love is just dying in front of you. Then the door busted open and the paramedics rushed into the room taking Axl from Slash' grip and placing him on a stretcher. As they were taking him out, he younger man started following them, before a paramedic, a young man in his 30s, stopped him.

"I'm sorry, only family members can ride in the ambulance" he said apologetically and Slash was tempted to scream and shoving out of the way, but he simply nodded and decided to follow them with his car. Before exiting the room, he left a note on the bed for the boys, for when they would have came back.

#slaxl #axl rose #slash #saul hudson #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #fanfic #angst

33 notes · View notes

captainderyn · 5 years ago

Text

Writing Commission: Delavairess

I had the pleasure of writing a little bit of our original universe for @delavairess and finally have finished it <3

——

Some may call her odd, but Quinn had always been drawn to graveyards. Not in the angsty, wear-my-over-sized-black-sweater-and-existentially-think-about-life way, though there had certainly been a period of that mixed in during her teen years, but through an inexplicable pull. An energy, she might say, if it wouldn’t get her weird looks and crazy hand gestures behind her back. A fascination was the word that she now used if someone ever asked why she haunted the oldest graveyards in the city.

There are other places entrenched with history, you’re in Boston! If she had a nickel for every time, she heard that, she would be able to buy herself her own Authentic Haunted New England Home instead of loitering around those owned by others. Much to her disappointment, it was one thing most people weren’t willing to pay her for.

This late at night, slipping over the gate on Tremont Street, no one paid her any mind. The cars that did breeze by were too intent on their late-night destination to give a second glance to a girl walking down the road and by the time she was a dot in their rear-view mirror she had already hopped the fence. Within the yard itself the streetlights didn’t spill their warm glow over the old headstones.

“Hey guys,” her breath formed, white and foggy, in the air with each breath, “I’m back.”

For a moment she simply stood there, looking across the stones, eyes drifting across the foggy-chill sweeping across the grass before she sighed out a long, white breath, “So we’re going to be like this today? I took the T to get here and everything, just to be snubbed.”

Walking forward, the leaves crunched under her boots. The autumn wind had knocked the brittle leaves from the branches above her, piling them high against the feet of the tombstones.

“Are we really upset about this?” Quinn muttered, kneeling in front of one of the worn, ornate gravestones. Gritting her teeth against the dampness of the leaves closest to the bottom of the pile, she pushed the pile away, beneath the leaves and the duff that stuck to the stone, she rocked back on her heels, slapping her hands across her thighs to clean off the dirt and leaf litter. Despite the stone being battered by the Massachusetts winters it had seen, she knew the lettering by heart. A rubbing of it was taped down on her desk in her apartment, ever since she’d learned that the names weren’t just old and faded markings on stone,

IN MEMORY OF SARA ANN DEVLIN Died November 15, 1902 in her 22nd year of age.

And also her beloved companion

LYDIA BARNES Died October 30th, 1920 in her 40th year of age.

With still no stirrings in the air around her, Quinn made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, shoving herself to her feet. She knew better than to expect anything every time she came here and disappointment still sank her heart, “Sara Ann? Lydia?”.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, “Fine,” Quinn grumbled, stuffing her hands beneath her arms to ward off the incoming chill. The late night breeze from the Atlantic was blowing across the city, curling around the yard and yanking bits of hair from her ponytail. But wait, it was too gentle for a October night’s breeze, too much like a caress and—

“Ah,” With a murmur, Quinn’s eyes found the convening mist of fog, the glimmer in its depths, “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

The wind was an unhappy murmur, swirling the fog around like a stirrer in a coffee cup until from it’s shape came the figure of a women older than Quinn. Though Quinn could still see the gravestones and leaves through the woman, she could still make out the black of her mourning gown and the hazy detailing—ruffles here and there, the shine of what might’ve been a silk ribbon, the hitching of her skirts.

“There is a trespasser.” The woman’s voice was breezy, distant. She had never been as forthcoming with Quinn, hadn’t wanted the same companionship as the woman buried beside her, yet this seemed enough to drive her to speak, “My darling Sara Ann, of course, went to explore.”

King’s Chapel wasn’t a particularly expansive graveyard, and just beyond a roll in the ground, she could see the soft glow of Sara Ann’s figure peering out from behind one of the larger tombs. Beyond that, she couldn’t hear or see a thing, “I don’t…”

“Just follow,” Lydia brushed by her, a whisper of cold air biting through the thick material of Quinn’s jacket, and bewildered and without an argument against exploring, she followed.

Sara Ann, curly hair billowing around her in spiraling mist when she turned her head, looked over at them as soon as they approached. Immediately she twined her fingers with Lydia, their spectral hands seeming to pass through each other; her other hand gestured down the other side of the rise, “I know not what she is, or what brings her here.”

“She looks like a girl,” Quinn’s dry remark passed right over the heads of her companions’, as Sara Ann breathed out a whisper of a wistful sigh,

“Yes, a girl.”

Keeping from rolling her eyes was a study in immense self control, even as she hopped to her feet and began an ungrateful stumble down the hill. The leaves crunched beneath her feet, giving her no traction.

“Hey!” She growled. The girl startled, fumbling for the black winter hat that nearly tumbled from her head, “The hell are you doing in my graveyard?”

“Your graveyard?” The girl gestured something back over to her, the bottom of her long coat rustling, “I didn’t take you for a graveyard owner.”

She hadn’t been being literal, Quinn huffed out a breath that was dangerously close to a scoff, “Yeah well I think you—“ the girl looked up at Quinn yelped. “Holy—fuck, what the fuck?”

Where the girl’s eyes would have been there was nothing. Nothing at all, and Quinn found she couldn’t look away. Short ginger hair, fringed out into bangs didn’t hide whatever supernatural causation had well…caused that. At her exclamation, a skeletal cat slipped from beneath the girl’s coat and Quinn felt as though her eyes would pop out.

Hm, that felt wrong to even think. She fixed her eyes on the gleaming bridge piercings instead of where the girl’s eyes should have been. One thing she knew for sure now, was that she wasn’t the only one with an eye for the supernatural here.

While her mind was running a steady stream of fuck, she did her best to keep her voice steady and cuss free, “Sorry, um, what brings you here?”

“Ingredients.” The girl raised a brow, shifting to reveal a small cluster of mason jars behind her, “I would ask you the same, but I can see you’ve brought friends.”

Quinn felt the cold breeze of the ghosts coming up behind her, felt a touch like a freezing block of ice on her shoulder, “Nice observation. But ah…a witch?”

With a nod, the girl went back to scooping a little bit of grave dirt into her jar, rubbing her other hand across the knobby spine of her cat. For a moment, Quinn watched in quiet and rapt fascination.

“I’ve…never seen a witch, well…hm.” Biting her lip, Quinn flopped her hands around rather uselessly. The only other witch she knew of was a bit of an oddity, sure, and the fae he had been tied to was a terrifying Eldritch looking abomination of branches and horns, but he still had all of his…

“Eyes?” The girl’s voice was rather amused. “Lose her eyes? Summoning a demon as a child is never a good idea. But I’ve also never seen a…?”

There was a gap left for a definition left in her question. What was Quinn, with the two ghosts hovering behind her? A witch? A medium?

“A Bostonian,” she offered instead. “Communicate with ghosts? Yeah, it’s a hobby I fell into.”

It earned her a laugh and it brought a smile to her own face. The girl grinned, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard it called a hobby. Can I have a name instead of Ghost-Lady?”

“Quinn,” she supplied, “And you are…presumably not just The Witch.”

“Dakota, well, Kota.” Kota ran her hand over the skeletal cat rubbing against her legs with a smile, “And this is Butters.”

Stepping back, feeling the cool shift of Sara Ann and Lydia moving beside her, attention fixed on Kota. She waved a hand around, before tucking it across her chest, “Well, Kota, I guess I should formally welcome you to my,” she smirked, “graveyard. You’re welcome here any time. But I think the sun’s coming up—want to grab some coffee?”

Kota chuckled, tucking her mason jars back into the backpack slumped next to her, “There should be twenty-four-hour Dunks somewhere around here.”

Nodding to Sara Ann and Lydia as they began to drift away, Quinn couldn’t repress her smile in full, “Perfect. I already like the way you think.”

#my writing #my commissions #writing commissions #original work #original fiction #char: Quinn #other people’s characters: Kota #i know the formatting is a little messed up #but i will fix it when im back at my dorm xD

4 notes · View notes

dat-town · 7 years ago

Text

second star to the right (and straight on till morning)

Characters: Jimin & You

Setting: Neverland au, fairy au, pirate au (a.k.a a twisted Peter Pan au)

Genre: angst

Warnings: emotional manipulation, ritual blood play (nothing too nasty or descriptive though)

Summary: They tried to warn you yet you didn’t listen. Eyes closed, lips parted, here you have been paying the price in sickeningly sweet kisses, lost and forgotten in Neverland

Words: 7.4k

Network Bangtan Bingo ▶ square: Neverland

I wish you the happiest b-day, Connie darling! ( @lthyl ) You deserve so much and I hope you are surrounded by people who love and treasure you. I feel honoured for the chance that I got to know you and that I can call you a friend. I love you a lots!!! ♥

According to the legend it’s impossible to tell apart fairies from humans until you are deep into their trap. No wonder why so many lost, lonely souls become their prey, stuck on an island nobody else has ever seen. There are tales and gossips whispered about Neverland, the home of fairies and their victims, the lost boys who are said to never grow up. Some say it’s nothing more than a fabular story told to children to keep them away from wrongdoings.

Yet, after you have seen the most beautiful wonders of the world by your father’s side, miracles called magic tricks and witchcraft, you have learnt to believe even in the most impossible things. Being the daughter of a pirate, you bask in the thought of having seen it all. So that’s why you don’t neglect the possibility of fairies’ existence and dare to hope that what they say about them is also true. That if you ask something of a fairy, there is no such thing they cannot do. Whispers also warn you to beware of the high price you should pay since there is no free wish when you deal with a fairy. But you couldn’t care less about the consequences in this life-death situation when your beloved father, your one and only relative is on his deathbed.

It’s a curse, he told you, a curse nobody can lift off. Maybe not even fairies but you have to give it a chance and you are ready to pay whatever price you need. So you travel from island to island talking with elders, asking them about anything they know of Neverland, even the slightest hint interests you. Most of their answers are gibberish, nothing you can hold onto but you don’t give up. You cannot until your old man still haven’t breathed his last.

However, your journey seems fruitless with no actual clues and an exasperated sigh leaves your mouth as you find your way into a bar in Portland City. The nasty smell of alcohol and dust hang in the air which makes you grimace in disgust but you don’t turn around to leave, no, you walk down on that worn carpet instead, looking nowhere near the drunken bastards around you. They holler after you out of some animalistic urge they have which makes you want to gag. You despise these kind of places on land because they stink of the depravity of humanity.

You slam an empty leather bottle on the counter demanding for a refillment. As you do, you don't care about the whispers and the rumours around you. A female must have been a rare sight for these folks, you convince yourself and get over it. Though, you are not that apologetic when a bragging voice comes from directly behind you.

“Hey darling, need company?” the man coos shifting closer which makes you snort. Did he really think that this line would work on you? That you are just another empty-headed little girl from around? Oh no, he couldn’t have been more wrong. You don’t have that elegant gun on your belt just for the show.

“First of all, I’m not your darling. Furthermore, I’d advise you to disappear from my sight before I make you regret coming here,” you mutter not even bothering with looking the man in the eye so that he can see you aren’t joking. Which seems like a mistake on your part but not taking the hint is definitely stupidity on his.

“Ew feisty, I like it,” the man crack up and he dares to put a hand on your shoulder despite your warning. As soon as his dirty fingers make contact with your bare shoulder, you grab his wrist as fast as lighting and turn around your axis. Like this, you twist the man’s arm backwards and pin it down on his own back.

“Leave me alone,” you grunt as you let go of the whining man. “If I see you anywhere near me again, I won’t be so forgiving.”

To emphasise the severity of the issue, you take out of a Japanese dagger from your belt and jab it into the wooden material of the table just between two fingers of the bastard. He quickly withdraws mumbling something about you taking it too seriously but a snarl from you is enough to make him run. All bark, no bite, huh?

After leaving a lasting impression on the guests who quickly turn their gazes away, you take a casual sip of your ordered alcohol and search for a quiet corner in the bar. Nobody dares to bother you while you read the same paragraph again and again in your journal that has numerous notes about treasures and secrets. A tired, annoyed sigh falls from your parted lips because once again a day passed and you couldn’t figure out more than you have already known. Every clue you had assured that you were looking for an island surrounded by azure ocean, a skeleton-like cave and a magical atmosphere that makes you lose the track of time. Nothing that could give you the right lead to know where to start searching.

After finishing your drink, you are just about to get bored of this land and put this day down as another fruitless one on your hopeless journey when somebody gracefully slides into your box and sits down at your table.

“I heard you are looking for Neverland,” the boy in his early twenties whispers and you squint at him. He has the features of a pretty, rich boy. Elegant curves, well-trimmed soft-looking hair that resembles summer nights. What a reckless boy to think he could get away with such a stunt just because he’s good-looking. Didn’t he see what just happened? Is he so eager to meet his fate?

“And what’s it to you?” you ask out of spite, furrowing your brows, not at all impressed. His sudden appearance catches you off guard. Even so because despite his simple clothing, the loose white shirt and a pair of brown trousers, he looks so foreign among the dregs, the drunken scum of Earth with his clean skin and wishful smile.

“I want to come with you.”

You laugh sarcastically, treating it as a bad joke.

“No way, we don’t take passengers,” you eye the boy up and down with a dismissive curl of your mouth. He looks like he was born to live on land, has no clothes of a sailor and knows nothing about how to set sail to the open sea. How can he be such a fool to get on a ship full off sneaky pirates? It makes no sense.

“Please... they took my little brother,” he pleads, his soft, sweet voice attempting to melt your walls but it doesn’t work, not really until he adds: “And I have the information you need.”

Well-well, it’s finally something! However, you can’t be sure he actually tells the truth. You lean forward as your fingers still play with the handle of your dagger, ready to strike. The boy gulps and his smile falters but he doesn’t pull away. A brave soul, you have to admit.

“Really? Well then we will see if it’s worthy enough to take you for a ride,” you shrug as you decide to give it a try. In times of need - like this - even lies sound more merciful than this helplessness and empty void. Lies and truths both give people directions and purposes, a chance to turn the tables. Just what you need.

You lean back comfortably, ready to listen and the boy with his curly locks falling onto his forehead props himself up to his elbow and looks around closely watching out for eavesdroppers.

“Second star to the right, and straight on till morning…” he recites like it was sort of a poem or just an over-replayed memory stuck in his mind. It sounds like a riddle and you can’t help but think that it’s exactly something fairies would do. Some misleading phases thrown at uncultured sailors. A smart move.

“Ah fairies and their weird ways of talking,” you click your tongue with a curious tilt of your head, musing over the meaning behind the riddle.

“Jungkook kept repeating this before he was kidnapped,” the boy explains his source. “I have asked several sailors and astronomers which the second star to the right is but they keep asking questions like looking from where, do you mean East and I just don’t kno…”

“Which is the first star that appears when it gets dark?” you quiz him quickly, interrupting his mindless rambling. No wonder why he didn’t get anywhere with this kind of attitude. Pretty boys and the way they see the world in black and white.

“The Morningstar,” he answers confidently which surprises you. You didn’t take him for someone understanding astrology. But he must have engaged in the topic since his brother - was it Jungkook? - was kidnapped. Funny how fate works, isn’t it? You have searched over seven seas to find any clue about this island and once you are close to give up, this boy comes out of blue with the information that could lead you to your destination. In the meantime, he must have been searching just as much for his sibling without gain and here you are providing him the oh so simple solution.

“Correct,” you nod but the crease between the boy’s eyebrows makes it clear he doesn’t understand the reason behind the question and your deduction of the riddle. “But there’s a star that’s always there even when we can’t see it. It’s coming up from the East which is the right side of modern-age maps...”

“You mean the Sun,” the boy realizes a bit belatedly what you are talking about and you look at him amused as he pierces the missing pieces together. “So the Morningstar is actually the second star.”

“Yes, I think so,” you slightly bow your head. Even if you can’t be sure, it’s finally a clue and you have a good hunch about it, so it’s worth a try. Apparently the newly turned up stranger agrees, too.

“Then we have to get going when the Sun goes down,” he states so casually, it makes your fingers stop tapping on the table’s surface.

“We?” you blink at him confused.

How arrogant it is of him to really think of joining you! Is he so naive to believe pirate ships are all about rum, gold and all that jazz? Doesn’t he know about the danger, the blood and the sweat your kind shed to make a name for yourselves, to survive?

“Well I helped you with the information. This was our deal,” he reminds you oh so naively you can’t help but scoff at his childish antics.

“I said I would decide later but you know what? Come with us and if you are wrong, we will leave you wherever we end up by the morning.”

It isn’t fair and you know it. Especially because you came up with the plan, not him. Yet you know that he would only be a burden and your liability. One more mouth to feed, one more risk to take. You don’t mean to add a new member to your crew and especially not one like him. He would probably cry the first time he saw a kraken.

However, the boy doesn’t show any sign of protest but rather there’s a curious, almost awe-struck glint in his dark, dark eyes.

“Are you always this cruel?”

“Nah, I just learned how to live in this harsh world,” you answer half-heartedly and flip your coat onto your right shoulder as you stand up from your table, ready to take a leave.

“Cool. I’m Jimin by the way,” the boy once again showcases the manners of a merchant’s son as he eagerly reaches for your hand, a shy smile adorning his surprisingly delicate features. It has been a while since you last saw a man with such a soft skin.

Against all your better judgement, in the end you leave the bar with this gorgeous young man by your side. Knowing your crew certainly won’t be happy with the new addition, you are ready to face with their wrath and protest against letting him on board. Thankfully, you manage to shut them up with the promise of Neverland, the land where wishes come true. And then, when the last flicker of the golden Sun disappears behind the wide ocean, you point to the brightest shining dot in the sky.

“Eyy, there we go, my men. Head to East and let’s not stop until morning,” you order and the crew follows you without questioning your decisions. They all respect your father - as much as pirates can be loyal - and he’s still their captain even if he had to stay on land because of his condition, the sickness that ties him to bed. You’re not sure his men would listen to you even after he died but you don’t even wish to think about these what ifs. Not yet, you will have to deal with it eventually when the time comes. Hopefully not too soon.

Third Eye, your father’s right-hand takes the wheel from you, providing you time to rest and ease your mind but you can’t possibly close your eyes without seeing horrors. You fear of what tomorrow might bring, destroying your foolish hopes. So while everybody else is snoring in the ship’s bottom level, you find a good place on the deck, near the nets and stare up at the stars leading you to Neverland or your end, whatever it may be.

“Can’t sleep?” Jimin suddenly plops down next to you, dirtying his elegant clothes but he doesn’t seem to care. Just like the wind messes up his neat hairstyle but he doesn’t bother to fix it. Still, even so dishevelled, he’s so out of place. A ship full of pirates, carrying guns on their belts and wearing their hearts on the sleeves… he doesn’t belong to this kind of crowd. He’s a mystery, the wrong screw in the machine, a beautiful flaw in the system. There’s something off about him. Way too trusting to jump on the chance and join a bunch of brute pirates. You could have killed him the moment he stepped on deck after you got the information from him but he still seems to trust you. Maybe that’s why you lowered your guards - not for the pretty face but the fact that he couldn't hurt you anyway.

“Uh well yeah. Even if we found Neverland, there's no guarantee fairies exist to grant wishes,” you shrug speaking about your inner doubts out loud and it feels freeing in a weird way. You probably won’t see each other after tomorrow anyway. After he saves his brother and you save your father, you part ways like you never met so you aren’t afraid of him taking advantage of your uncertainties.

“Oh but they exist, you can be sure of that,” he nods, determination clear in his eyes and from a naive boy you didn’t expect any less.

“How do you know? How can you be so sure?”

“They took my brother, remember? Everybody keeps saying he must have drown and got lost in the sea but I saw it. I saw them taking him,” he explains and for once, it makes sense. But is it remorse or guilt tinting his voice? It makes you curious.

“How long have you been searching for him?” you ask instead of admitting that you are also one of those non-believers. He saw a fairy and lived to tell the tale? Such a rare occurrence. Seems a bit too convenient for you but you don’t complain. There’s no reason to until you keep your guards high up enough… those walls that seem to quiver at every single glance of this naive boy sitting next to you on the bench.

The moonbeams light his pretty features just right, making him seem unreal and ephemeral at the same time. He doesn’t look at you but stares ahead, at the brightest star on the dark night sky among dozens of sparkling dots lacing this holy canvas. So he watches the Morningstar and you watch him, equally as beautiful and unfathomable. There’s something about him, something more than his pretty face but you can’t quite put a finger on it.

And when he whispers ‘four years’ the moon sighs and grieves with him.

"Oh gods...” you mutter but Jimin doesn’t need your pity.

“The problem was that nobody believed me and I couldn't solve this riddle,” he shakes his head tearing at his hair in wild frustration. When he looks at you, his fingers still in-between his locks and he looks so young with stars in his dream-like eyes. It makes your cold, cold heart skip a beat. “But now? I finally have hope.”

“Well, we cannot do much more, only hope we are not going to be late,” you whisper softly yet it leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

Hope is such a dangerous thing to bargain with. It tends to delude people into believing in miracles that would never happen. These false hopes can ruin people, can make them chase after mirages. Who would know it better than you? Searching for an island that might not even exist? Begging to fairies for their help? Since when have you been so pitiful?

But now that you have come this far, you don’t really have any other choice. You decided to sail these seas and there’s no way you would change your direction now. So you can only wait both excited and afraid to see what fate the morning brings.

For the longest time nothing happens. Jimin starts snoring by your side, then his head falls onto your shoulder and you’re so startled by the unfamiliar contact, you freeze in place. Your limbs go rigid and your breathing becomes shallow as disbelief fills your body. You could plunge your dagger deep into his lungs after all the threats of you leaving him on an inhabited island yet he chooses to trust you. Or does he know something you don’t?

Gosh, he just fell asleep! Why are you already calculating if he had any ulterior motive or not? Maybe it’s your intuition telling you to be careful even if he doesn’t seem much of a threat. But careful or not, at some point you also doze off. Luckily, preserving your reputation, you are up before dawn could rip apart the canvas of the night with its magical colours. You can already smell the fresh smell of the break of day in the fishy air but looking around you see no signs of any land nearby in this faint lighting. Anxiously and abruptly, you stand up letting Jimin’s body fall onto the deck without anyone to hold him up. It startles him awake which is no surprise since you weren’t quite nice about it.

“I don’t see anything,” the corners of your mouth droops in bitterness as you take in the sight of the eternal ocean around you but there is only water and nothing else as far as you can see.

“Maybe we were wrong about the stars,” the boy behind you grumbles, sleepy roughness still in his raspy voice. Oh no, you don’t want to think about how attractive his deep tone is.

“Or it’s really just a fairytale and the island doesn't exist,” you bite into your chapped lips drawing blood and it has a metallic taste... like disappointment.

Jimin seems to notice the slight shift in your behaviour and quickly picks up on it. He walks up to you, standing just by your side staring out into the open, uncharted waters. The dark, blue waves are illuminated by the faint orange hues of day-break without the Sun actually appearing within sight. It’s a peaceful kind of sorrow, a heart-breaking kind. Like realizing you have given up on a dream.

But what kind of dream? the boy might wonder.

“You know why I came but why are you searching for Neverland so desperately?” he asks curiosity dropping from his melting voice. You haven’t mentioned your reason before in your short-lived acquaintance and he doesn’t expect an answer now either. He knows you don’t trust in him, not really, just barely enough to bring him with you to the middle of nowhere, following a star just as clueless as him. But when you do answer he can almost discern resignation in your tone. Like you had nothing more to lose.

“I need a fairy to grant me a wish or make a deal with me, I don’t care which,” you shrug seemingly unbothered by his curiosity for once. Your face is stone-like, marble like ancient Greek statues and your heart is just as cold.

“Why?”

“I don’t want my father dead,” you confess in a whispered tone, genuinely, blinking hard with trembling lips. “Especially if I can do something about it. But I have been doing this for so long and I… I haven’t even seen my father in a month and… what if he dies while I’m away?”

Your slam your mouth shut, willing yourself to get a grip on yourself because you absolutely shouldn’t cry. You just can’t, not in front of a stranger nor your crew. They can’t know that deep down you aren’t that fearless you like to think you are, that true to your heart you are nothing more than a coward afraid of being left alone.

“It’s alright. Everyone feels a little lost sometimes,” the boy beside you puts his hand on your shoulder soothing your tensed muscles gently. There’s something magically calming in his touch, the way it makes you feel relief almost immediately. You want to say something, to argue but then it happens...

“Hey, look there, at the edge of horizon,” Jimin points ahead and your gaze follows the direction of his elegant fingers. Just as the first rays of sunshine peak to the surface, a crooked form of an island appears on the horizon. It really must be magic, there’s no other explanation..

“Land!” one of your pirates yells too and a relieved smile ghosts on your mellow lips.

“We are going to anchor the ship there, everybody get ready,” you shout at the still drowsy crew. Excited as they are, singing a pirate song about hunting for treasures, the ship turns into the right direction. Your men are so eager to discover the island, go and get their hands on the promising gold that you have a hard time gaining their attention.

“Don't forget that supposedly fairies live here and they are manipulative creatures, so be careful!” you warn them and all of you agree to come back before sunset and if anybody found something interesting, they should blow the horn.

However, pirates are ever so reckless and careless creatures so all of them expect your second-in-command jump off the ship as soon as you reach the shore and they run into the wildness before you can breathe out any other words. Idiots.

Now you can’t bother with them. You have a lot more important mission. First, you need to find a fairy. Cool, easy-peasy. It isn’t like fighting evil sirens off or crossing a river full of crocodiles to get to the gold. You secure your gun on your waist belt, get a compass and take on after your crew. But sadly, just like them, you have no idea where to go or what to explore. Seeking out of a fairy isn’t like hunting for treasure, there’s no map with a big X mark on it, no messages in bottles. Now, you have nothing more than whispers and tell-tales.

“Can I come with you?” Jimin picks up the pace with you and even though you aren’t quite impressed by the fact that he practically launches onto you, you don’t push him away. You are glad to have company even though you don’t need pretty boys following you around on a possible suicide mission where they can get both of you dead because of their recklessness.

“Sure,” you shrug, agreeing because you don’t feel like being alone.

The wet sand under your feet is cold, you feel it even through your leather boots and it makes you shiver. There’s something wrong with the waters. It smells like blood.

You make a disgusted face but keep walking on the slippery sand in the morning light until everything shift out of focus and the world seems to turn upside down. It takes a moment and a little shake of your head while you collect yourself. It isn’t hard to pinpoint what changed. The Sun is nowhere to be seen, instead the silver ring of the Moon is up. Darkness falls upon the island and the chilly weather sends a shiver down your spine.

“What… what is this?” you gape, not quite believing your eyes.

You watch it in awe as you reach out a hand towards your ship and when your fingers get past a certain, invisible border, the edge between light and dark, you see sunlight glinting on your rings. It’s like fairy tales coming true right in front of your eyes. Huh, it’s true, isn’t it? Time really passes differently here.

“Magic,” Jimin hums looking around without an ounce of panic or fear on his handsome face. There’s no crack in the perfect picture which makes him even more unreadable. Most merchant boys would have run out of the world screaming if that happened to them. But as it looks like, this is definitely not the first time Jimin leaves home to wander around a bit. Was it while he searched for his brother? Or do you have a completely different image of him printed in your mind? Maybe he isn’t that innocent and harmless after all and it would be better to keep him at least in an arm-length distance. Or maybe there’s nothing wrong with him, only this eerie atmosphere makes you feel uncertain and confused. But oh well you are so good at avoiding problems. Time will reveal his secret eventually, won’t it?

“So how do they look? The fairies?” you cough to clear your thoughts as the two of you make your way deeper into the woods interlaced by hanging vines and the scratching sound of the wildlife. It makes you itch in an uncomfortable way.

“I heard they are gorgeous,” the boy on your right smirks and you roll your eyes. It’s not easy to prepare yourself for the enthralling effect of beauty. Although, they can’t possibly be worse than sirens in your opinion.

“Not helping,” you bite out bitterly and you come to a stop when the road ahead of you splits into two.

It’s only a momentary hesitation though, because you choose the less obvious and more sinister-looking one because usually these kind of paths lead to the reward. You don’t mind getting dirty on the way either as you crawl under branches. That’s how you end up by a river that cuts the island in half with Jimin following you quietly. Usually you have a great sense of direction which comes in handy since your compass seemingly broke, its pointer turning around and around without a stop.

“I think we should cross the river,” you prompt, eyes scanning the area until you find a few bigger rocks planted in the river-bed leading to the other side. The water is so still in the crack between lands as if smooth glass was covering the surface. It looks beautiful, almost dream-like.

As soon as you take a step forward, Jimin grabs your elbow gently, halting your actions.

“Are you sure you want to go further?” he asks in a soft voice, curious yet warning.

You have come a long way here, there’s no way you would turn back now that you are so close to disclose the truth. You want to tell him this and question his motives, his plan to rescue his brother but then your ears peak up on something more interesting.

“Do you hear it?” you whisper concentrating on the rhythmical drum sounds that only seem to get louder and louder along with your heartbeats.

“What?”

“Music,” you answer enchanted, almost possessed by the melody as your footsteps unconsciously follow the slippery rocks straight towards the skull-shaped cave on the top of a hill on the other side. “Could that be it?”

In your hurry and excitement you take a wrong step having your leg slide down the rock and you almost slip into the mud. If it wasn’t for the strong arms securing you by the waist, you would have fallen face-first into the dirt of the riverbank.

“Careful,” Jimin whispers as he catches you. His warning is a bit too late for your shaken up state but you nod anyway. You don’t want to break a neck before getting to the fairies.

“Thanks,” you mumble locking eyes with him and staring right into those endless pits of darkness, for the first time, without any valid reason to, you feel inferior.

“Don’t mention it,” he waves it off kindly but there’s something off about his smile. Or the ease in his steps. He moves around like he owned the place, like he knew of any twist and turn, all the trees… as if he had been familiar with this place. But that doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t fit his story or the one you unconsciously made up in your head about him.

You keep walking, legs deep in mud, avoiding traps but this time, Jimin leads you and you let him without a question. He doesn't even act clueless anymore like he knows you suspect something and doesn't care if you knew. But know what exactly? Who is he? Or rather... what is he?

“Jimin…” you prompt softly, words sticking to your throat, sour and bitter. Your nails dig into the soft skin of your palm because you clench onto your dagger so hard.

“Hm?” the oh so confident boy ahead hums, not even turning around. He keeps going straight up on the rocky road.

You don't know as much about cartography as your beloved father but you are quite sure he's leading you to that skull-like hill, the source of the primitive music and for some reason it makes you more nervous than it should. You have faced and defeated a lot stronger man who happened to be lacking in the brain area. You, women, are resourceful and merciless if you have to be. Perhaps that's the reason why men fear you. Why they say it brings misfortune to have a woman on board. Silly them, they are all so obvious, an open book for you to read and manipulate if you need to. It isn't easy to earn respect as a girl among men. But you had your ways and didn't think anybody could be an exception. Until Park Jimin happened. He's unreadable even for you and he makes you question the balance of forces. He makes you question a lot of things actually.

"What it is?" the boy turns around eventually, getting impatient or just more curious because of your silence and you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind.

“You said you saw it when they took your brother. Why didn’t they take you, too?” you quirk a brow elegantly, intertwining your fingers behind your back.

Four years ago, both of them must have been children. What was the difference between him and Jungkook then? Why did the fairies only take the younger and left him behind?

Most people don't react too well if you pry in their business but Jimin's behaviour is rather impassive. It doesn't match his vibrant demeanour.

“Who knows?" he scoffs bitterly and the rawness of his tone makes it painfully human. "I have never been anybody’s first choice. Just like I wasn’t the favourite son either.”

Suddenly, he seems so open, so vulnerable and so willing to talk, you want to know everything about his story. But first, before you reach the inhabitants of this island, whether they are real fairies or not, you need to confirm your suspicion.

“You have been here before, haven’t you?”

It's been all too obvious from the moment he revealed his riddle but you let him lead you and your crew straight into this trap wherever that may be, Neverland or not.

Despite your quiet voice, your question puts Jimin off, it disturbs his casual walk and yet, it doesn't get the reaction you expected. You were so sure his shoulders would tense up and he would look at you with innocent, doe eyes with a soft pout on his rosy lips. But he does none of these.

“I might have,” he flashes a confident, lopsided grin that makes your stomach drop with cold realization.

“And you lied to me.” He has been, all this time. Oh what a scum! You made the same mistake men usually commit when they look at you: you should have known that a pretty face doesn't mean he's harmless.

“Well, I tend to alter reality to fit my own tongue’s taste,” he admits like it was nothing and for the first time, you really look at him under the Moon's pale light. His soft ginger locks, dark orbs resembling the universe, the defined jawline and that mischievous smile playing on his mellow lips. You have seen it all before but you have never really looked hard enough to catch the stars reflecting in his eyes and the pixie dust on his cheeks sparkling under the light.

“You… you…” you stutter helplessly. Your voice betrays you and Jimin smirks devilishly.

“Have you figured it out yet?”

You look him in the eye and realize that tales about tiny fairies with wings that could fit into your palm are nothing but lies. In reality, they live in bodies God has wasted too much beauty on.

“You are one of them,” you whisper stunned, taking a step back. Oh you should have known better, Park Jimin is way too peculiar to be a mere human.

“Well, that’s one way to put it,” he shrugs languidly and trots forward with a laugh that makes your skin tingle. Oh so there’s more to it, you guess and fasten your steps to catch up with him. You won’t leave him out of your sight now that you know he’s the one who can help you. Yet, you still need to rearrange the puzzle pieces of his mystery before you can trust him with your father’s life.

“Why are you doing this? Kidnapping kids?” you ask breathing hard while the two of you are climbing to the top of the hill. You wonder where you are going and what he wants to show you but you don’t ask these frivolous questions that will be answered one way or another anyway.

“You are talking about it as if I was so bad, a prison guard. They all knew what they were doing, they are here willingly.”

“But why are you doing this?" you repeated the question desperately wanting to know the reason. Not the kids' motives but his. Jimin, whether it is his real name or not, turns around to look at you and grimaces.

"You know what the biggest magic is here, in Neverland?" he asks and staring at the glowing flowers emitting sparkling substance everywhere you step, you shake your head. You had never been in a place similar to this before. At first sight it might have seemed ordinary but every fiber of its being breathes magic into this island and the deeper you get, the more it shows itself before you.

"It reveals the real you," he says and you blink with a lump forming in your throat. Jimin previously assumed that you had cruelty in you but by now he must have known that you are rather weak and lonely. You just pretend to be the opposite. Should you even try to deceive him at this point?

“Immortality has a price,” he continues with burdens too heavy on his shoulder, finally satisfying your curiosity. Between the vowels of his words there's an unsaid confession: and I keep paying. “Once I was a lost boy. Rejected by the society, a disappointment to my own parents who disowned me. Then I found this place and learnt its magic. I brought my half-brother here and we gathered those who are similar to us. Desperate, alone and lost. We became a family.”

While he is talking, you arrive to the top of the rock formation, standing on the roof of the dirty white skull, looking down at the greenery of the island and the parade of other youngsters down in some kind of alley. Now they are all looking up at you curiously and you gulp nervously.

The question “Why did you lead me here?” falls off your tongue shakily as you look at the boy oh so confident in himself.

“Like many of us, I also heard of the pretty pirate girl searching for the island. I got curious. I was in the mood for a little game,” he winks playfully and silence falls upon you. Nausea is choking you as you take a step away from him and his overwhelming presence only to stop by the edge of the cliff. You are very much aware that there is nowhere to run from here. This is his territory, he would find you in every hidden spot. Or would he let you leave? Just like that if you said you changed your mind? But you didn’t and he knows that.

“Come on, ask! The question you wanted to pose all this time,” he encourages you with a lovely smile as he traps you between his body and the abyss behind you. Would he push you and watch you fall? No, that wouldn’t make sense, right? And even if he would, you aren’t afraid of dying. It sounds quiet, peaceful, easy... Then why is your heart beating so loud?

“Is it true then? What they say?” you blurt out without thinking.

“Ah but they say an awful lot of things, darling. Which one did you think of?” he inquires further, yearning to hear those words from your mouth only, to know that you need his help.

“Can you really save my father from death?”

“Of course, we can do anything and everything,” he hums and puts his index finger to his chin as if he was thinking hard, calculating the odds. “But it takes a lot to bribe Death.”

“I would do anything,” you interrupt him quickly. It's for your father. If you had to, you would walk through Hell without regrets or looking back at all.

“Anything? Are you sure about that?” Jimin tilts his head childishly and it's almost endearing that his dimples only appear late, as signs of the blooming years of teenagers.

“Yes,” you nod confidently, embracing yourself for whatever comes.

“Even if it means you can’t see him again?” Jimin asks and you falter for a moment because your father would never forgive you if you made a deal like this. But if it’s for him, you couldn’t live peacefully, knowing that you could have saved him but didn’t. It’s the burden you have to live with

“If I can be sure he’s healthy, it’s enough for me.”

“What a selfless girl. So stupid,” the gorgeous boy coos, gentle fingers stroking your cheek and you don’t have enough willpower to turn your head or slap his hand away. Less than a day, when another man tried to touch you, you threatened their life but Jimin… He has you wrapped around his finger. It must have been his aura, the magic, this magnetic pull of his being.

“But aren’t we all? Stupid, I mean,” he chuckles lightly and you find it truly mesmerizing. You had never been one to fall for men’s charm but this boy, this ethereal creature makes you weak in the knees. You are both fascinated by him and afraid what he could do with that kind of control over you.

“Have you heard of crossroad demons, sweetheart?” he asks as he takes your hand, gently as ever and places it palm flat out on his chest just over his heart… or at least where his heart should beat but there’s nothing but stillness. Your breath hitches and his entire demeanour changes. There’s nothing left from the coy boy asking for a ride in the bar. He’s rather sly and manipulative now. The real him.

“There are no crossroads where I’ve grown up,” you confess and there’s no lie in your words. You have grown up sailing the seven seas. You have set foot on the land so rarely, it still makes you uneasy after a while. So many strangers, the crowd, that stuffy feeling of being locked in and you missed the scent of the oceans, the breeze in your hair.

“Very true,” Jimin cannot argue with you but it only makes his evergreen smile grow a bit bigger, the curl of his lips a bit more sadistic. “We are called by a lot of names: fairies, lost boys, demons. But all we do is striking deals and I’m telling you this so you know what you get yourself into if you agree. I can save your father. He can live a long life missing you and searching for you because in exchange you have to give up on your most precious thing.”

“What?” you furrow your brows in a confused manner since you have close to nothing to offer him beside gold and rum or your ship. But Jimin doesn’t talk about physical currency. He averts his gaze somewhere behind you and you follow suit. The sight of the maelstrom colours takes your breath away. “Oh… the sea.”

“Yes. You cannot leave this island once we come to an arrangement,” Jimin lays down the rules and whispers into your ears in his raspy, cunning voice. “You just have to say the word... Deal?”

It’s scary to know there’s no way back but you are in too deep to give up now.

“Deal,” you nod and Jimin claps his hands together gleefully.

“Perfect! All I need is a little blood,” he winks at you as his fingers run down along your arm until they reach the dagger clenched in your hand. You hand it over to him willingly and let him leave a tiny cut on your index fingertip. You watch the carmine drops fall but you suck in a sharp breath when Jimin lifts your hand mouth level and closes his lips around your digit. He licks around the wound, lapping off the blood in a kittenish manner and you could do nothing but stare at him. He pulls off with a pop sound and smiles at you with ruby red stained lips. “And a kiss.”

You don’t need crossroads on seas to know how deals with demons work so you stand on your tiptoes, fingers grabbing the collar of the fairy’s and press your lips to his. It tastes bittersweet and it gets to your head quickly like good, matured wine.

Jimin pulls back after a short while brushing a mop of hair lovingly behind your ear.

“Welcome among the Lost, darling,” he whisper-tells and his eyes glow in the dark. You have so many questions, so many doubts but before you could utter anything out, he grabs your shoulders and with a swift movement he pushes you off the cliff, into the void.

Everything falls and you scream with your eyes shut closed but the pain you expect never comes. You dare to pry your eyes open just enough to see the sparkling dust floating around you in the air. The magic-tasting air of a place you might have seen in your dreams and there’s a boy more beautiful than sunsets smiling down at you, reaching out a hand. You don’t know him but somehow you know you can trust him, so you take his hand without hesitation and then... then you fly, darling.

#nbficbingo2018 #sfwbangtan #bangtan bookclub #btswriters #angstykpopnet #jimin scenario #jimin imagine #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #peter pan au #fairy au #fairy!jimin #pirate au #fantasy au #series: once upon a fairytale #stories

392 notes · View notes

babethepig · 6 years ago

Text

sometimes I wonder (¿qué pasaría?)

Summary: Dan looks at him and smiles, and the sun frames his face and suddenly the landscape is the second most beautiful thing Phil has seen that day.

or dan and phil met at a hostel au.

Word count: 1.7K (I’m not sorry)

Rating: T

(read on ao3)

I really hope this is not too reminiscent of my last work for the flash fic fest but when someone says summer I can only think about my beloved Peninsula de Yucatán.

I took some liberties with this one. I have been to Tulum but I have never stayed at a hostel. Hopefully, this isn't (too) unrealistic.

I wrote this for the @phandomficfests summer au flash fest. I’m very sorry it’s a mess, I’m more a reader than a writer. Also Spanish is my mother tongue so I might have made a lot of mistakes.

Phil finds him when he isn’t even looking for him. In a foreign country, at a hostel, in the middle of summer.

He has curly hair and brown eyes and a shy smile. He’s wearing a hoodie even though they’re at melting temperature and he is probably coming from the town.

“Is that bed free?” He asks Phil, pointing at the top bunk right above his.

“I don’t know… I mean- Yes!” Phil answers, always making a fool of himself in front of cute strangers.

“Okay,” he sounds a little unsure as he throws his backpack on the bed and wheels his small suitcase into a corner of the room. “My name’s Dan… I’m from England.”

“I noticed!” Phil says and then.“Sorry! The accent! I’m Phil, from England too!” He definitely needs to chill a little.

But Dan laughs and suddenly he doesn’t mind to embarrass himself if he is going to be rewarded with that sound.

“Uh, It’s cool we both English I guess.” Now he is standing awkwardly and Phil wonders if he should stand up and shake his hand. He knows nothing about hostel etiquette. “Have you meet our other roommates?”

“Yeah, they’re two Spanish girls. They came here together.”

“I see… You came alone? I don’t want to assume anything it’s just- someone told me to maybe make friends with someone from the hostel? I don’t know, I have never done something like this before,” he says all at once, Phil barely catches up with what he is saying. “Sorry for the rant.” Dan laughs shortly and looks at him expectantly.

“We can totally be friends! I mean if you don’t mind a little awkwardness.”

“I don’t. You just heard me talking, it can only get more awkward.” Dan smiles fully and Phil notices that he has two dimples.

Phil wonders for how long you need to know someone to squeeze their face.

---

They decide to go to the common area so they can actually talk to each other without anyone having to stand in the middle of the room. The energy between them is one hundred percent weird energy but Phil doesn’t think it’s completely a bad thing, after all, they just met.

“You know,” Dan says after an almost too long moment of silence. “You can totally tell me to back off if it is creepy. You don’t have to do anything with me if you don’t want to.” Pause “That sounded wrong, sorry.”

“Hey! it’s fine, I literally don’t have a plan. I wouldn't mind the company.”

“Sorry, I’m an overthinker. And I should stop saying sorry.” Then he frowns “What do you mean you don’t have a plan?”

“Uhm, my brother and his girlfriend came here a while ago and he said it was awesome and I should totally come someday. So I did. And I just realized that I don’t know anything about this place.”

Phil should have known better than to take a flight to Mexico just because once Martyn told him it was great, but he had just wanted to run away from London. Go somewhere new.

It wasn’t a Phil move at all. He had planned to go on vacation, he had even saved some money to do so but he didn't know where. And one night he couldn’t sleep so he opened his laptop and booked a flight to the other side of the world. He was never impulsive like that but he had remembered the beach on Martyn’s pictures. The ocean painted in three different shades of blue, the pure sand. He needed to come.

“Well, I actually did a lot of research and also made a lot of plans and you can tag along if you want.” Dan scratches his neck and moves on his seat waiting for Phil’s answer.

He doesn’t know anything about Dan but he wants to say yes because when he decided to make this trip he took a risk. Why not take another one?

“Let’s do this Dan.” ---

The hostel has free bicycles that they can borrow to go to town. Phil can’t even remember the last time he rode one but he tries extra hard and Dan is extra patient so after a couple of nearly falls they get going.

The town is an explosion of color and culture. There are a lot of craft shops decorating the street and Phil is delighted.

They find a place to lock up their bikes and then walk looking for a restaurant. They take their time looking at the shops, Dan buys homemade chocolate and shares it with Phil. It looks kind of weird, shaped in a circle. But Phil takes a bite anyway.

“It’s too bitter!” Phil says as he sticks his tongue out.

“Yeah, this is evil chocolate.”

“Totally. It killed my taste buds, I don’t think I can recover from this.”

“It’s fine, we can get some cake somewhere.”

Phil stops walking, looks at him completely serious and says “Where have you been my whole life?” before he can stop himself.

And then he is blushing, but it’s fine because Dan is too.

---

They get on so well.

Phil has never felt this comfortable this quickly with anyone but they laugh so much together and they have so much in common. Dan is amazing and he likes to talk about anime and horror movies and he had an emo phase just like Phil. It’s crazy, they haven’t left each other’s sides for days. And the flirting! Phil hasn’t flirted like that since he was a teenager.

Phil wonders if this should feel wrong, spending so much time with Dan when they barely know each other; but it doesn’t. It’s completely the opposite.

“You know, if you are not sick of me yet we should go to the ruins today,” Dan tells him as he gets out of the bathroom, letting out a steamy cloud. They are alone in the room at the moment and Phil is laying starfish style on his bed.

“I would like that. I have always wanted to see the pyramids up close!.”

So they ride their bikes to the archaeological zone. It’s not as close as they expected and they get extremely sweaty. At least Dan is not wearing a sweater today.

“You ok mate? You look like you are going to pass out” Dan says, looking a little worried.

“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly “You better catch me then.” No too breathless to flirt though.

“I will.”

After buying their tickets, they get on a little train that takes them close to the pyramids and then they have to walk a quite long distance under the sun but Dan tries to distract him telling him facts about the place.

“Did you know that Tulum was built to be a fortress?”

“Did you know that Tulum was built by the aliens?” Phil says as serious as Dan.

“Phil!” Dan whines “That’s not true.”

“It is! How else could they have carried those rocks that high?”

“I don’t know. Science?”

“Nop. It was definitely the aliens”

And they could have kept fighting if the view hadn’t left them completely speechless.

They finally reached the top of the hill, and the landscape is the most beautiful thing Phil has ever seen. It seems like the ocean has no end, it spreads for kilometers of blues getting darker and darker and it is intimidating even looking at it from this high, Especially looking at it from this high.

Phil is overcome with excitement and he taps quickly at Dan’s arm even though he knows Dan is just as astonished as him. But Dan takes his hand and squeezes it gently and Phil is not as focused on the sea anymore.

Dan looks at him and smiles, and the sun frames his face and suddenly the landscape is the second most beautiful thing Phil has seen that day.

---

Phil’s time in Tulum is coming to an end and they are ignoring the fact that they only have one more day together.

Phil wakes up and waits for Dan to get up. When he does, they go out to town to get breakfast. Dan hasn’t got a lot planned for the day so they will walk around the shops and then go to the beach.

They pay to get into one of the beach clubs and then Dan finds them a place as far as possible from all the people there. They take turns to go buy drinks and eventually they give up and go for a swim.

The water is warmer than Phil expected so he almost doesn’t mind when Dan splashes him. Almost. They have a water fight and wrestle each other until they are both panting and laughing, laying on their backs on the seashore.

Dan takes his hand again but this time Phil feels sad.

---

They spend the rest of the day at the beach. Dan wants to stay as long as they can to watch the sunset and Phil is happy to tag along.

“Phil.” Dan suddenly says, still looking forward. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before but I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” he takes a deep breath and turns his head to Phil. “Where on England do you live?”

“London,” Phil whispers, putting all his faith in that single word. “You?”

“London.” Phil shouldn't be as happy as he is because this isn’t a yes to anything and yet it feels like a yes to everything. So he leans on, shortening the distance between them, he looks at Dan’s lips and then at his eyes; making the silent question. As his answer, Dan closes the distance completely.

Dan’s lips are a little chapped and he tastes like salt from the sea and peppermint from the mojito he was drinking, and a little bit like hope too; and if they weren’t at this family-friendly beach club Phil would be straddling him right now.

“Phil,” Dan whispers, with his lips attached to Phil’s. “Maybe...” he breathes hot air into his mouth. “Maybe we could meet again.”

“Maybe we could.” And they say maybe, nonetheless there is not a drop of uncertainty on their words.

Phil wasn’t looking for Dan when he found him, but he is glad he did.

** The chocolate mentioned is the one we use to make Chocolate Caliente and you are supposed to add sugar to the beverage. You can bite into it but it is bitter as hell.**

#phandom fic fest #phanfiction #mine #not as good as i wish it was

61 notes · View notes

onceland · 7 years ago

Text

Once Upon a Time: Lana Parrilla divulges why she's here to stay

Source Once Upon a Time is undergoing a major overhaul heading into season 7, which means new characters, new locales, and even a new curse. To keep track of all the big changes, EW will bring you interviews with the cast — new and old — along with executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis over the next two weeks until the ABC fairy tale drama’s return.

Following the exits of six castmembers, Lana Parrilla is one of three stars returning full-time for Once Upon a Time‘s rebooted seventh season — and now we know why.

When OUAT returns, viewers will discover that Regina, formerly the Evil Queen, is now a denim-clad bar owner named Roni, who lives in the Seattle neighborhood of Hyperion Heights. No, Parrilla is not playing a brand new character; this is her cursed alter ego.

Here’s what’s happening: When Henry looks to his family for help, Regina is among those who answer the call, which ultimately gets her trapped in Hyperion Heights. But it’s this new version of her character that actually made Parrilla want to return to the world of OUAT as the show undergoes an ambitious reboot. Read our full interview with the actress below to get scoop on Roni. [Editor’s note: This interview was conducted before the news that Rebecca Mader would be returning.]

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Was there something the OUAT bosses said that was instrumental for you in sticking with the show? LANA PARRILLA: Yeah, one thing I think we’ve seen over the years is Regina has had love, she’s lost it, she’s gone through so much tragedy, and changes, and challenges, and I actually started thinking, okay, well, are there more stories to tell, especially with last season with the Evil Queen and Regina, and getting to this place of accepting oneself, and accepting both sides, and really experiencing inner peace, which ultimately is, in my opinion, a great happy ending. However, there’s still more of her story that’s unknown. I know they want to see her happy with someone, and that’s something I want for her as well, and so they said, “We don’t feel like Regina’s story is over yet.” She’s such a beloved character, I love her to bits, I love playing her, I’ve always enjoyed playing her, both sides, all eight different versions, or whatever it is [laughs], and they said, “We still want to tell her story,” and then they pitched the whole idea behind Roni, and how she was going to be the voice for the people. She was going to have a Norma Rae kind of quality to her, which is something that I feel I have anyhow. I’m always defending and standing up for the underdog and the little guy, and so that really resonated with me, and it’s also such a powerful, strong message as a woman to be that kind of leader in a community.

So I thought, “You know what, I like this.” I had no idea that Roni was going to look the way she looks, and I’m still discovering who she is, but it got me really inspired and intrigued, and I felt like I want to do this again, I want to come back, and I want to tell another story, a different side of Regina, but I also want to be able to see if she can find love again, and maybe, hopefully, it won’t be tragically ripped apart from her. So however she finds love, wherever it is, what we notice in the first couple episodes that there’s moments for her, everyone has a partner, everyone’s having babies, everyone’s doing great, and Regina is just enjoying her family and stuff, but there’s something missing.

Once you returned to set, how different did it feel without having those familiar faces around? Was it almost a little refreshing to have some fresh blood there?

It is. It’s new energy. I loved working with the old cast. I’ve worked so closely with Jared [Gilmore] for so many years and seen him grow up before my eyes, we all have, and I do miss seeing him on a daily basis, and receiving those I love yous, and big hugs in the morning, but I think change is really healthy; it challenges us, it makes us uncomfortable, but it actually forces us to step out of the norm and remain open-minded. With this new cast, there’s such great energy, everyone’s so excited, and happy, and inspired by their characters, and we’re having such a good time.

You know, my friends from all the last six seasons aren’t really going anywhere. We’ve developed really strong relationships, and those people are still in my life, and they will be, so even though I don’t get to see them on a daily or weekly basis, I get to hear their voices, and we see each other. Rebecca [Mader]’s become one of my closest friends, she’s literally like my sister, she’s coming over tomorrow, we’re spending the day together by the pool. Do I miss working with her? Yes. Do I miss working with Jared? Yeah, but I know that a lot of those people are going to remain in my life, so it doesn’t feel like a loss. It just feels like I’ve gained more friends working with the new cast.

Can you talk about Regina’s mindset when we pick back up with her? She’s kind of given up a little bit on life. She seems a little hopeless when we first meet her, and then Henry comes to town and things start to shift a little bit, as they do.

Does it feel like a sudden weird connection when she sees Henry? No, there’s nothing there. And I like that.

Does she not like him? It’s not that she doesn’t like him. I think she’s just asleep. I don’t think she’s quite in touch with all that stuff yet. A few more things need to happen before she starts getting that feeling. Although, she is inspired by a character, and it kind of shifts her a bit, at the end of the first episode.

Is it a bit heartbreaking for Regina to have missed so many years with Henry? Absolutely, and you get to see a little bit of that too. She basically sees him for the first time, and she is just like, “Oh my God, I realize how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other,” and I think it’s jarring for her when she sees him for the first time, but she’s also really happy for him, because he’s turned into this beautiful young man, and she’s really quite impressed with him, but she’s still getting to know him now at this level.

It’s like I was with my nephew the other day, and it’s been hard for me being away from my family for seven years — my mom, my sister, the kids. I was very much a part of all their lives before I came up here, and often I look at them like, “Oh my God, I’ve really missed out, I’ve missed all these formative years,” and it’s hard for me. I saw my nephew the other day, and I was talking to him, and I didn’t even know how to even… “Do you have any girlfriends now? and like, “Who are you?” I think that’s also going to be part of the storytelling, is Regina getting to know Henry’s journey, and what he feels now as this young man, and the decisions that he’s made over the years, how that has changed him. It’s going to be really cool to see mother and son catch up, and get to know each other in this way, and then also be in the position where maybe Henry can protect Regina. I’d love to see him defend himself or defend someone else with a big sword, and just fight like this man that we haven’t really seen. We’ve seen a little bit of Henry taking these heroic steps, but we haven’t really seen him in action, and so I think it’s going to be fun for Regina to learn about the man Henry has become. She’s really proud of him, too.

What about where we’re picking up with Regina in the Enchanted Forest? She’s awesome. I don’t know why I keep thinking of Robin Wright in Wonder Woman, you know how she’s just this powerful warrior goddess? That’s what I see Regina as a little bit in this new fairy tale land, because it’s years later, so there’s a time lapse. It’s like five to seven years later. We’ve gone on this journey with Regina over the years where she’s always having to learn these lessons, and now I feel like she is teaching them. She’s a bit of a mentor and a bit of an advisor and can see things from an aerial viewpoint, whereas before she was so reactive to things. She was calculated, but she was more reactive to things. Now I feel like she’s not as quick to react. She sits back, observes, and then responds, and that’s different for her. It just shows a level of maturity and growth.

Is there anything you’ve heard or hope for in the Regina-centric hour? I haven’t heard anything. I hope to learn about Roni a little bit, and her backstory, and what are her memories, and what has she gone through? There’s a few scenes that I’ve done over the last few weeks where it’s still unknown to me, but she’s obviously gone through something. She’s loved and lost, or something, something’s gone wrong, because she speaks from a beautiful place of experience and wisdom, which I’m curious to learn how she got to this place in her life. Obviously, we’ve seen Regina’s journey over the years, but we haven’t seen Roni’s. She’s no longer in charge, she’s kind of lost the fight a little bit at first, and then she finds it again. I’d like to learn about how she lost the fight, why, what happened to her, and at what point did she lose hope, and how she’s slowly regaining it. I think it’s because Henry’s back, and magic or something is starting to happen, but his energy is definitely changing things in Hyperion Heights. So I’d like to learn more about Roni, how she ended up in this bar, what this bar means to her, it clearly means a lot to her, she fights for it, she fights to keep it and save it, so I’m curious how she ended up there. I want to learn more about Roni, and I want to learn, did she get a perm, or is she using an iron wand? [Laughs] How is her hair curly all of a sudden? Was she electrocuted? I like the choice with the new hair, and the new wardrobe, I really like it. She reminds me of a biker chick.

How do you feel the show is fundamentally different from before, and how do you feel like it’s the same? Well, our characters are different. I feel like there’s a time lapse. There’s a level of maturity, and I can speak for Regina, she’s evolved so much. There’s a good 10 years where there’s probably been a lot of self-enhancement and sort of spiritual development, or evolution that we haven’t seen. She’s like a little fairy godmother right now, which I really love. She’s been like a mentor and an advisor, so in that way, my character is different, and with the show, there’s a more modern element to it now. It just feels like everyone is just more relaxed, and yeah, there’s a lot that’s going on, but I just mean how we look, how we dress, we’re not all buttoned up in suits anymore, we’re in T-shirts and jeans, and we’ve moved to Friday night, so there’s a whole different energy that we can bring to that night in itself. In the ways that it’s similar, our formula is the same, we’re still telling stories through flashbacks and present time, and how do they connect? We are still focusing on these awesome fairy tales. And there’s a little more diversity this year, which I really like.

Do you feel like Once, at its core, is still intact? Oh, yeah. For sure. Absolutely. Absolutely. I just think it’s a new chapter. It’s more of a new book, so we’re on this new journey, and we’re telling these cool stories, and it is different, but at times it feels the same, and then at times it feels totally different. I think in the ways that it doesn’t, at least for me, is a lot with character as well. And I think it feels kind of different for us too because we’re so used to working with certain people, but the formula, and how we tell our story remains the same. There’s just like a little edginess, there’s more edge, there’s a little more darkness. I think visually, it’s going to look slightly different, and I think they’re trying to change that up a little bit, so you definitely see that.

Could new fans actually tune in to the show? Would this be a good place to jump in? Totally. That’s also what’s really cool about it, because it’s a new book, you have a whole new generation of kids that can just start watching from here on. You know when you think of all these trilogies and stuff, I mean, you kind of have to track them, or it feels like a reboot, or like a spin-off at times, but it’s more of a reboot. But I feel that, yeah, you can tune in now, and start watching from the beginning. I think as someone, as an audience viewer, or someone who knows that the show’s been going for a long time, I would probably want to learn more about these returning characters, and just to see the contrast, and where they came from. But you don’t necessarily have to. You can tune in starting October and just go on this new journey with us.

What would you want to say to the fans who are having mixed reactions right now? You know, it’s interesting, I haven’t really seen any mixed reaction at all. All I’ve experienced is a lot of support, enthusiasm, and excitement, so I might be missing something, but I’d just tell them to stay open-minded, go on this journey. The alternative is it ends in the sixth season, and then what, then you don’t have another Once Upon a Time. So the fact that there’s an opportunity for us to continue telling these stories, be it through a reboot or as season 7, whatever you want to call it, it’s pretty awesome. You can miss certain characters, we’re all going to miss certain characters, but some of them are going to make an appearance, and they’ll be around, and then you have an opportunity to learn about these new characters, and learn to love them as well. Then you have your returning characters who are beloved and are a lot of fan favorites, so it’s great that you get to see these three characters in a different light, with different names, and different occupations, and different memories, and different energies, different accents. It gives them an opportunity to see what else we can do as artists, and it’s also really cool to see moments where, I know when I’m playing Roni, I look for these little moments for where could I bring Regina in, and it’s fun for me. I was able to do that the other day, and it’s fun for the audience to be able to track those moments and go, “Oh, what’s that, wait, that was kind of like Regina’s voice coming through?!”

What, if anything, makes you most nervous about the reboot? It’s been very positive for me lately, so I haven’t really felt nervous about it. I’m not really nervous about anything. There’s nothing negative that comes to my head at all. I don’t feel like there’s really anything to fear. The worst thing that happens is it doesn’t work, and then it goes away, and then that sucks, but I just want everyone to stay open-minded, and just have fun, and don’t expect things to be exactly like it was over the last six seasons. I mean, doesn’t that get boring anyway? You think of Game of Thrones, if they didn’t kill off all these favorite characters, what would Game of Thrones be? It’s shocking in those moments when you see some of your favorite characters like, “I can’t believe they killed so and so!” and you’re like, “Oh my God!” but then you stick with it. I just want our audience to be patient, and open-minded, and have fun, and remember it’s a TV show. It’s not like we’re making any big, giant, political decisions here that are going to impact your life in a real serious way, it’s a TV show, so go on this artistic journey with us.

Once Upon a Time returns Friday, Oct. 6 at 8 p.m. ET on ABC. Read our primer of the new season here, and our full Q&A with executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis here. Check back Thursday for our interview with Andrew J. West.

#ouat #lana parrilla #ouat spoilers #S7 spoilers #OUAT S7

101 notes · View notes

fuckyeshermajesty · 7 years ago

Link

Following the exits of six castmembers, Lana Parrilla is one of three stars returning full-time for Once Upon a Time‘s rebooted seventh season — and now we know why.

Once you returned to set, how different did it feel without having those familiar faces around? Was it almost a little refreshing to have some fresh blood there? It is. It’s new energy. I loved working with the old cast. I’ve worked so closely with Jared [Gilmore] for so many years and seen him grow up before my eyes, we all have, and I do miss seeing him on a daily basis, and receiving those I love yous, and big hugs in the morning, but I think change is really healthy; it challenges us, it makes us uncomfortable, but it actually forces us to step out of the norm and remain open-minded. With this new cast, there’s such great energy, everyone’s so excited, and happy, and inspired by their characters, and we’re having such a good time.

Does it feel like a sudden weird connection when she sees Henry? No, there’s nothing there. And I like that.

#ouat spoilers #once upon a time #lana parrilla #regina mills #spoilers #s7 #press

32 notes · View notes