#Even tho inside it felt like being ripped into tiny pieces.

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[persephone11110]

My Own Aphrodite

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings:body image issues, self esteem issues, past self blame, issues, society sucks, sucky beauty standards, weight scale, past body shaming, pervy men, digusting school system, misogyny, curse words, tiny bit of smut, happy ending

prompt: ❛you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜credit: @nightprompts

I wrote this based on my personal experiences

ALL BODIES ARE BEAUTIFUL!! :)

reader nickname is Angel

This is a prequel to Hold Me Baby, but you don’t have to read it to understand. But u should tho— no pressure :)

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Past

You could feel eyes burning into your chest.

“Miss L/n, it hurts me that you seemed to forgotten our three fingers straps rule” Mr. Lee sounded hurt, you could see something being scribbled down on the notepad that was currently in his hands. He ripped the paper off and walked towards your desk and handed it to you—“The last thing the boys need is a big distraction, do you want to cause a disruption in our classroom?, he didn’t give you time answer—“Go to the nurses office for a cover up or go home”. He proudly walked away with a smirk on his face.

“What!” you muttered under your breathe. You quickly jumped from your chair— scared of the consequences if you refused. Mr. Lee creepily stared at your chest, you started to blush in embarrassment, is this what he meant?- your body is distracting.

“See what I mean Y/n your causing me a distraction” he gestured toward your breast.

“Please leave now”

Tears started to drip from your face. I didn’t mean too. your lips begin to wobble.

As you drag yourself through the empty halls sour thoughts seemed to paralyze your mind.

“Why couldn’t I be smaller?”

“Did Mr. Lee have a point?”

“Honey” the secretary of the school Ms. June called out to you.“Honey if Mr. Lee sent you down here for a cover up, the nurse doesn’t have anymore to give”.

More tears slipped down your face.

“I’m so sorry Honey unless you find something i’m going have to send you home”. A pinch of sadness crossed over Ms. June’s face.

You didn’t have to tell her. You could see her hand moving fast as she scribbles something down.

“I’m sorry Y/n” you looked down at the piece of paper— a permisson slip that required your signature stating that you were leaving early.

“Thank you” you whispered.

You walked away with tears pouring down your face. “Why me? , Why me?” you kept repeating to yourself. “Did I really deserve this?”

How were you supposed this explained to your parents?

I am a distraction.

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Present

“Angel you looked great in that one” Bradley told you— and you were pretty sure he’s said that fifteen dresses ago. He relaxingly sat on the bench inside of the dressing room- his phone tossed to the side, even though it occasionally tinged Bradley ignored it. He assuring you that all his attention was on you.

You messed with straps, trying to lift them higher.

You we’re trying to cover up your cleavage.

Your shoulders sagged—dressing shopping had been a lose cause and too add it to it you dragged your husband Bradley alongside hoping to get a good opinion— but all he’s been offering you is five stars reviews on each and every dress you’ve tried on so far. (kind bastard). You atleast thought he give you his honesty and tell how ugly you’ve looked in all of them — telling you how disappointing it was to been soulmates with the ugliest woman alive.

“Angel whats wrong with this one?” he asked curiously— surely Bradley saw how grotesque you were?, yet his eyes and body language showed otherwise. You and him were both tired— You pulled Bradley out of bed at the ass crack of dawn to try on dresses. Now your starting to regret bringing him here— you wasted his and your time.

“N-Nothing,Nothing” you shakily start to take off the dress. You felt the dress slip down to your body onto the floor.

You sniffle, your face is getting hotter and hotter by the second.

“Y/n?” he tries.“I didn’t mean to insult you—”

Did he do something wrong?

You were gone. It seemed like you were in your own world. Subconsciously you curl into yourself- seemingly hiding your body from him.

“Angel”, he didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

“I’m sorry Bradley—let just go home” you broke out your trance, you doubted you find a dress in time for the navy gala.

Weeks ago the scale showed you a number you didn’t like and now your body is reflecting it.

Your suddenly on the floor picking up the dress— there you go again getting stuck in your own world.

He could see your brain spinning fast, he hears the evil voice in the back of your head telling you how ugly you were.

Soon Bradley was on the floor with you—right now he needed to get to the bottom of this, he needed to make this right. “Angel”

Distraction.

“Angel—can you hear me?” he voice is sweet and gentle. He gives you minute to answer him— times like this he knows how hard it is for you to pull yourself out of so much darkness.

He shouldn’t have too see you like this. He shouldn’t even have to be in the same room as you.

“Ready” he asks you.

“Yeah” your voice was equivalent to a prey moving through predator territory. Quiet and unsteady.

“C’mon here” he gestures with his hand. “it’s okay Y/n”. Bradley reassures you after seeing the look of terror and uneasiness on your face.

Its the easiest job you’ve ever done. Your face is already in the crook of his neck. After everything that had been going on you only had one question— why is he so fucking soft? metaphorically and literally.

“Talk to me Y/n” he tells you. “Let me in”.

Bradley gently dragging his hand up down your back— he’s slowly coaxing you back to calmness.

You sigh.“I really want toBradley… but what if you don’t like what I say?”. His fingers pause for a second.

“Even If I don’t like it Angel, I still want to hear whats wrong— your feelings are justified, I still want to help you”. Bradley says with sternly yet softness is bleeding into his voice.

You can’t help but melt at that.

Even when you tried building your defenses higher, Bradley kept knocking them down.

“Distraction” you decided with.

“Y/n?” you could feel the gears spinning in Bradley’s head.

“I don’t want to be an distraction Bradley” you tell him again, was he purposefully not listening to you?

You could feel his face turn into a frown.

“Y/n how are you distracting?” he asked you. “Do you mean your distracting me?”.

Remember what he said— “Let me In”

“My breast their.. their so big” your voice is wobbling again like earlier. You wished you could talk without being a baby.

“Angel I’m not some teenage boy who’s gets distracted by the sight of breast” he seems hurt by the accusation.

“No” you sighed. “They cause disruption”. Your talking like it’s was true— you talked liked no ones ever told you it’s wrong.

Then it dawned on him, someone told you this when you were young. Someone hurt his wife.

And someone never told you otherwise.

The grip on you slightly gets tighter.

“Angel” Bradley shaking his in disbelief and disgust. “You are not distracting, your body doesn’t cause disruption.

“But—” you attempt to argue.

“But nothing Angel, who ever told you is full of shit and they couldn’t control themselves around a child… there is nothing wrong with you” , you pull your face from Bradley neck. He sounds so sure of himself.

He’s angry, his jaw clenched.

Guilt eating at you. And sure enough Bradley could see it.

“No, No Angel” his voice is coated with softness .

“I’m not mad at you- I’m irritated that no one ever corrected you”.

“Yeah me too, but I’m glad I have you” you throw your arms around him.

He’s hugging you back“I’m glad you found me”.

Confidence is now seeping through your veins.

“Bradley I like the last one”

Fuck Mr. Lee

“Me too Angel— it fits you like a glove and friday evening i’m going to enjoy ripping it off you”. Bradley stroking your back again.

You blushed. It’s amazing how your husband always manages to turn a sweet moment into a horny one”.

“Likewise Bradley Bradshaw—If you get off me fast enough we could have enough time for a pregame before my shift” you hum in amusement— fully knowing how feral your husband was.

He flings you up, “hurry up Angel and grab the dress”. Bradley moving around in the dressing room— he’s even cleaning and grabbing your other dresses.

He acting like a headless chicken.

Bradley starts fishing for his keys—not even giving you a chance to pay first. He practically throws his credit card into the cashier hand.

He wasn’t slowing down either.

“Come on Angel, time to go!”

[kieranblackthorn]

tell me something I don’t already know

A MALEC FANFIC

read it on ao3

Alexander Lightwood is a Law student who thinks he's made all the wrong choices in life. His internship, his major, his relationships... It all seems wrong. Alec definetely doesn't know how much he's worth. And maybe he needs a handsome guy called Magnus to throw out the window everything Alec thinks he knows... And shatter his heart, only to put the pieces back together again.

Chapter One

Alec’s idea of grabbing a quick lunch wasn’t buying a muffin at the bakery two blocks from work, but here he was. The muffin was fluffy and warm, filled with raisins and with a light cinnamon crust. He would never admit it to Simon out loud, but it tasted absolutely amazing.

“You’re a dude of simple tastes,” said Simon, glancing at his muffin “I can get behind that.”

Alec rolled his eyes. Simon definitely was anything but a man of simple tastes: he wore colorful and silly ties to work – today, it was one filled with tiny ice cream cones –, always spoke loudly, and was currently eating a huge slice of confetti cake.

“C'mon, man, you gotta say that I brought you to a great place!” continued Simon, swallowing a mouthful of cake. “I know you suggested that fancy salad bar, but it was my turn to choose.”

Alec took another bite of his muffin, feeling the grease sticking to his lips.

“This isn’t exactly healthy, tho,” answered Alec, frowning.

“Oh yeah, I know you love being all buff and fit, going to the gym five times a week and eating nothing but leaves. I swear your muscles will rip your suit any day now.”

Alec snorted. “Bennett would kill me in a heartbeat if I ever went to the office without a suit…”

“And I’d finally get to see a homicide trial I’ve been wishing for,” added Simon with a smile, licking frosting off his fingers.

“You probably wouldn’t get to see anything. They would bury you in meaningless paperwork about some petty case. I doubt you’d get a second in court to see his conviction,” he replied.

Alec hadn’t expected how boring would an internship at a law firm be. He had hoped he would at least get to watch some trials, maybe actually talk to the clients. But his job was mostly research and paperwork, sitting on his desk all day, hearing Simon talk about his latest gig with his band. He had thought he would feel like he was doing meaningful work at Bennett & Green Law Offices… but he felt small, powerless and useless. An ant buried in paperwork.

Alec’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a strange man, with a grin from ear to ear, sat down on the remaining chair at their table. He wore a refined bright purple suit, his fingers were filled with golden rings, and his eyes carried heavy, yet elegant, eyeliner.

“Can I help you…?” asked Alec, a little startled.

The man’s smile grew larger. God, Alec thought, he has a beautiful smile.

“You could help me by telling me how do you look so gorgeous so early in the morning…” the guy winked. He actually winked, and Alec didn’t know how to respond to this.

“It’s 11:30?” he answered, feeling a little confused. And also a little dazzled. The curve of his lips and the way he looked into Alec’s eyes were enough to make him feel dizzy.

“Precisely what I mean! This isn’t my finest hour, I must say.” Alec couldn’t even imagine how this man would look in his finest hour, if that was his worst shape. “I’m Magnus, by the way.”

“Alexander.” Alec held out his hand, hoping Magnus would shake it. Instead, he gently took it and pressed his lips against Alec’s hand.

Again, dizzy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alexander. I was wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

Alec was so surprised he couldn’t get any words out of his mouth. This handsome guy – Magnus –, with his purple suit, wide smile and piercing eyes was trying to get his number? His number, when he had muffin crumbs all over his suit - that couldn’t have been more than 20 bucks –, looked like he hadn’t had a proper night of sleep in two days, and smelled like he had just hit the gym. Ew, Alec was only now realizing he should buy a new deodorant.

“Unless you aren’t interested?” Magnus raised an eyebrow, looking disappointed.

“Oh no, he will definitely give you his number!” Simon barged in, unlocking his cellphone, already with a pen in hand, and began quickly writing something down on a napkin.

“Oh yeah, yeah, sure,” Alec finally managed to say, fighting to stop staring awkwardly at Magnus. He took the napkin out of Simon’s hand, giving it a quick look. Alex noticed that along with his number, Simon wrote down his Instagram username. He sighed inside, not knowing if he would scream at Simon or thank him later.

“Magnus, we are fucking late!” yelled a deep voice across the bakery. It was coming from a tall man, with a crown of curly hair, standing next to the door, his arms crossed. It was almost funny how his black, sober suit contrasted with the pastel tones that decorated the walls and tables. “Let’s go!”

 Magnus took the napkin out of his hand, their fingers brushing for a brief moment.  

“I’m sorry, gorgeous, but I fear our conversation has been cut short by my cranky friend over there. He doesn’t really like to wait. Let’s continue this over text, shall we?” Magnus said, looking at Alec. “Nice meeting you as well,” he added, nodding at Simon.

And with another bright flash of his smile, Magnus walked out of the bakery’s door.

“Wow. He was quite a sight, wasn’t he?” Said Simon after a moment, taking a sip at his Coke.

Alec turned to Simon, a thought forming on his mind.

“How did you know I was gay? I’ve never told you that!” Alec looked accusingly at Simon.

He shrugged. “Lucky guess!” Simon slurped his Coke again. “Besides, if you don’t want to text him, I do! I meant it when I said he was something. He’s pretty damn cute, if you ask me.”

Alec shook his head in confusion. “Wait, are you… Are you gay?”

“Nah, man!” Simon didn’t seem bothered by the question. “I’m pan, actually.”

“I didn’t know that,” replied Alec, feeling a bit warm inside. He had met very few queer guys, mostly back in college. Knowing Simon was pan… It gave him a nice feeling of camaraderie.

“Well, you’ve never asked. And you also haven’t mentioned your sexuality to me before.” Simon grinned lightly “Besides, you haven’t looked  at my desk, because I have a pan flag there.”

“Oh, now you got me,” replied Alec, feeling a little embarrassed. Simon had picked up on the fact that Alec didn’t make a lot of effort to be friendly with him. He found himself feeling a little guilty.

“Your gaydar couldn’t be worse, my dude!” exclaimed Simon, wiping frosting off his mouth. “Should we get back to the office?”

 Alec spent the rest of the day at the office trying not to think of the purple suited guy, but he couldn’t help but check for new messages every twenty minutes or so. His experience with guys was limited, and he would never have the nerve to ask somebody out just like that. In the middle of a bakery, not knowing whether they were into guys. Although he’d had a few hookups, Alec had never thought of himself as attractive, desirable or… hot. God, even the thought of that word made him blush.

When he got home, he was totally spent. His entire body hurt from sitting and typing the whole day, his head hurt from staring at a screen… and also from hearing Simon’s relentless chatter. His suit was itchy, and he took off his jacket when he crossed the door.  

Jace looked up from where he was sitting. His brother was lying sloppily on the sofa with a bowl of cereal balanced on his legs. There was a neat pile of sheet music next to him, along with pens, highlighters and music theory books.

“Hard day at college?” Alec asked, sitting down next to him.

“Hard day at the office?” replied Jace, swinging his legs over Alec’s lap. Lazybones, thought Alec, rolling his eyes.

“You know, same old, same old. I’m growing tired of paperwork… And of my boss. Honestly, this whole Law School thing sucks.”

“Well, you could always get a degree in music with me,” offered Jace, half-joking. He knew Law School wasn’t everything his brother had dreamed of - Alec still wasn’t a knight in shining armor, coming to rescue the less fortunate.

“Yeah, because I’m an amazing singer. Or a piano player. Or a violin player. Maybe I could get into their rattle program,” Alec snorted.

“Seriously, man… You gotta hang on a bit. Getting into Law School was your thing for years. Honor your effort… Even though you’re in an office full of douche bags wearing tuxedos.”

“And Simon.”

“I thought Simon was the master douche?”

“He is actually a pretty decent guy… I think he just wants a friend, you know? I guess I have been a bit rude to him this whole time.” Alec hesitated. Even though he’d been out for years, he still felt uncomfortable talking about his sexuality. “He actually came out to me today. He’s pan. Has a flag at his table too, I just never bothered to look.”

“Do you think he’s cute?” asked Jace, raising an eyebrow.

Alec gave him a light punch on the shoulder. “Jace, I’ve told you that it isn’t because a guy is gay that I’m going to instantly make out with him.”

“I know, man, I’m just trying to be supportive here! God knows that you’ve been on a dry spell lately.”

“Can we please, please, not talk about my sex life?” begged Alec. Not that was much to talk about on that front – or anything, honestly.

“As you wish. But you know I’m always here for boy talk if you need it.” Jace gave him a small pat on the back, chewing his cereal loudly.

They both stared at the TV in silence for a couple of minutes, in absolute silence. Alec thought maybe he could talk about Magnus. Not that there was much to talk about, but still… He kept checking his phone to see if a message would pop up. He was getting anxious.

“Actually… A guy approached me at the bakery today.” Alec glanced at Jace. His brother was staring back, still eating. “And asked for my number.”

“That’s great, man! Did he text you? Let me read it!”

“Well, that’s the thing… It’s been seven hours and nothing. Radio silence.” Alec bit his lip, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“It’s still early. He was probably working, he’ll text you tonight,” Jace reassured him. “And still, if he doesn’t, that doesn’t change the fact that you’re great, alright? You know that, don’t you?”

“Kinda,” replied Alec, half-heartedly.

Jace threw a pillow at him.

“C'mon man, it’s early, I’m telling you he’s going to text! Let me play you something, that’ll cheer you up. Pick something!” said Jace, already standing up to sit at his piano. It was a beautiful, old upright piano, worn out by time. It was one of the few things Jace and Alec had brought all the way from their parents’ house, and its dark wood stood out from the bland decoration of their living room.

“Play me one of your original pieces. You know they are my favorite ones to hear.” Alec slipped into the sofa, closing his eyes. As Jace’s fingers started moving softly, Alec felt his mind drifting far away; listening to his brother play was his personal form of meditating. They had been doing that since they were kids: Alec would lie on their childhood bedroom floor, listening to Jace’s fingers play Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Liszt, Brahms, and eventually Jace’s own original music. Alec had never had any gift for music - his parents realized that soon enough, and left the music lessons for Jace –, but he surely could appreciate a piece that was well-played.

He lied there for what seemed like hours - and it might as well have been. Hos head felt light, like the music had brushed off his worries – work, Simon, Law School, handsome purple-suited guys… Eventually, he got up, made himself a quick omelet, washed the dishes and went to bed – after all, he still had classes the next day. Jace was still in the living room playing, and Alec knew he would be there until his fingers went dormant.

Lying in his bed, almost falling asleep. Alec couldn’t help but notice the light ping of his phone, already after midnight. He picked it up, eyes still half-closed. There, on the screen, was a single line:

“Hey, gorgeous!”

CHAPTER TWO: TO BE POSTED

[szabvero]

Escapril2020 Part 2

Part 1

Bearing fruit

Finally he hot hold of himself, and let go of the euphoria. It was harder than anything he had to do before, but the it was the only way to avoid spiraling down and make an attempt to escape.

He was looking for a weak spot; anything he could destroy to open up a way outside. He knew all corners and bricks of his mind's creation, so mapping out the kingdom of emotions he built around himself wasn't a true callenge.

The tree was right there, ripe strawberries and starfruit hanging from it.

The boy smirked.

Grief

The leech was screaming in his head as he tore the fruits from their home with his mind, ripping them apart in the process. The sound, tho very sharp and loud, gave him a strange satisfaction.

Revenge held a sweet spot in his heart, now more than ever. Truth be told, no creature has ever come so close to enslaving him as the tiny plant reaching into the depths of the planet he called his. Well, noone aside from himself. He felt a shred of respect for the parasite as he killed it.

How did the sky look?

As the last pieces of the fruit hit the ground, he felt one last pulse of energy through their connection. It sharpened one of his oldest memories, only a fraction, but it drove the boy crazy at one point in his centuries long consciousness. He could never find out what was so wrong with it.

Revenge was once again sweet, even if he was on the recieving end this time. As the shackles fell to the ground from around him, he took a deep breath from the afternoon air. It hurt. He smiled.

Tough to be a bug

Being his size was sometimes a disadvantage he couldn't shake. He remembered screaming for help a few hours ago, and noone came.

He was sure they saw the bud on the ground, but it was an ordinary bud, not one soul noticed the walls shaking with his struggle.

His butterfly friend swayed into his field of vision, making a small smile appear on his face. At least his pals shared his insecurities.

Moon

He was still laying on the ground, vision just clearing. He looked up to the sky, the light breaking on the clouds, painting them the usual agressive colours. He was starving, thinking about the next hunt giving his exhausted body a light shiver.

Since he had some time before he needed to move, he recalled the memory the dying creature pushed into his mind. Maybe it was the toredness that finally  connected the dots, maybe it was looking at it from a distance, but one thing was sure; the Moon was different.

Hands, wrists, teeth

His breath caught in his weary chest, invisible hands squishing him, on the verge of breaking his bruised ribs. This was different than the deadly hug of the petals. This came from the inside.

Fingers tore into flesh in front of his eyes as memories flood to the front of his mind, blood dripping from arms, and biting. So much biting that smiled turned red from them. Were they grins or frowns, he couldn't tell. They were thrilling and horrible.

Into the woods

He might have been a toddler, or even smaller, just a speck of existence, an insignificant part of creation. Still, his mother carried him in her arms, getting away from the fight. He heard her heavy, uneven breathing as they fled through the chaos of trees, looking, desperately trying to find a place to hide. Their world was crumbling down.

They hid inside a tree - his tree, he realized. Safety was an illusion.

Focus on the texture

They came for them, his own people. He hasn't seen even one creature like himself in all of his life, and it was why. His mother gave him one last smile, silently asking the world to take care of him, and her tears stained the blankets around him.

"One day you will remember" she choked. Her voice was a broken melody. "Remember, my child, and feel the shame that comes with it."

His tiny hands held onto his favourite toy like his life depended on it.

Black hole

She caressed his face for one last time, her hand shaking violently, still touching her prescious so gently. Her eyes told him everything. He knew it was the final goodbye, and also knew not to make a sound.

She stepped into the light, and that was it. She was gone in an instant.

His world stopped existing.

Extinction

As the boy finally was able to breathe again, he screamed into the air. It was the most terrifying noise he ever heard, and it would have broken his soul if it wasn't coming from his own aching throat.

The ground shook around him, and he wanted to sink into it, making his species fully extint.

They went mad, and killed all their likes, leaving no trace but him behind. They didn't deserve any place in this world. He felt disgusting.

Serpentine

His friend took a gentle landing on his chest, its kaleidoscope eyes looking at him, searching for an answer to his state. He released a fraction of his feelings into the air around him, explaining what has happened. He got reassurance and motivation in exchange. It was so small compared to his pain that it barely made sense to listen to it.

Still, when a group of butterflies arose from behind the blushes, flew closer to him and gently lifted him into the air, he didn't object.

He just tried to follow their flight pattern. It was slightly interesting. It had to be enough.

Fight or flight

At first he thought they would take him home, hide him in the tree like his mother did, but they chose a different route.

He was too weak to hunt, so his usual prey being a nocturnal animal was lucky.

The butterfies gently carried him to a nest that only had one bird in it. His saviors were still too worried about concepts of life meaningless to him, but he didn't have a choice.

He carefully stood on his shaking feet, not making a sound as he walked closer to the single own. His hands barely touched the feathers as he stepped between them, sinking his sharp teeth into the warm flesh, tasting blood.

And then it woke up.

... as a weapon

The first drop of liquid was enough to enwoke some of his powers, making them reach out beyond his body. The encounter with the parasite helped, made the connection easier, tho it still took him a few seconds to completely paralize his victim.

He felt his eyes shift behind their lids after the second gulp, energy flooding his veins, his wings healing from the energy, getting back their former glory.

Monochrome

He barely registered the shimmering blue light surrounding him, concentrating on the sensation of coming back to life. All he saw was red; the death of his race, the dying light of the sun, his mothers teary eyes when he saw her for the last time, the flower in her hair. He was drinking, he was scarlet inside-out. The blood tasted salty from his tears.

When he finished his meal, all colours disappeared and took his consciousness with them.

Dusk

Later he woke up in a cacoon of different kinds of pain, a thing that would have filled him with joy not even that long ago. He was too tired to care.

As he found his was back home, the butterflies joined his flight, making sure he was headed in the right direction.

As he landed on his favourite branch, only his friend stayed behind, staying close to his hand. They didn't quite touch; he was overwhelmed with his own thoughts already. It was the presence that mattered in the new real that didn't make sense, yet.

The boy looked at the setting Sun, and held it's gaze for a while.

[raleigh-ocean]

first date w/ wilhemina

you got the job, congratulations!!!!!

yeah, the one Wilhemina ‘helped’ you to get when you both first met

you didn’t have to call her and probably scare the HR, so there’s that

however there you were, just out of bed, bed hair, pajamas on, a toast half munched, the whole trinity...

...staring at your phone and the tiny piece of paper you almost laminated in case something happened to it

you wanted to call her and tell her but at the same time you DIDN’T WANT TO BOTHER HER???

what to doOOOOOOOOO

Wilhemina was really calm that day, a well deserved day off

she had her newspaper, her coffee, the cat was being lazy and not wanting to destroy her furniture

p e r f e c t  d a y

and then her phone rang like the tiniest devil device it was

she really considered letting it ring 

but maybe the company explode or something? who knows

‘i’ve got it miss Venable!!!!’

‘sorry, what? who’s this’

your only brain cell at the moment betrayed you by messing up with the order of your not-that-well-planned speech

‘i’m the ‘hey you monkey brains’ from the other day’

‘oh you’ she is sligthly surprised that you called her ‘what’s this call for again?’

‘yeah me ahm they gave me the job you recommended me to’ she nodded in the other end of the line, knowingly, of course they would give it to you ‘and I was wondering if...maybe I could invite you to grab something for lunch today? I want to thank you for the opportunity you gave me’

oh boy how nervous you were, your body lying in a weird position in the couch while waiting for her response

‘it’s okay if you are busy or if you don’t want to, I wouldn’t want to-’

‘where?’

you were so distracted and for some reason ready that you couldn’t help but feel like a kid on Christmas Day after she muttered a short okay when you gave her the first place you had in mind

Wilhemina instead kept looking at her phone when she hanged up

even Wilhemina Venable couldn’t say no to free food

until the very moment you arrived and she was actually there, waiting for you, in all her flawless glory

you thought she was pulling your leg so hard that she would rip it off

‘it’s a bit weird to keep calling you miss Venable, so...’

‘just call me Wilhemina, miss...’

‘just call me Y/N’

you imitated her, smirking like no tomorrow and she actually shook her head softly

you really were something else

with your orders placed and something to drink in front of you, the awkward silence settled between the two of you

but after some more awkward tries, you actually got her full attention when you started to talk about a book you readed lately

and then the rest of the time was spent talking here and there about books she enjoyed and why 

(sweet jesus h christ, you had to admit that listening to her talking about something so focused gave you a tingle inside)

with also some superficial yet personal questions

personal as in

‘so what’s your favourite colour?’

‘I think I’ll go for red in this one’ she is sarcastic af but there is a tiny spark in her eyes that showed to you that it was playful ‘Purple all the way’

‘oh I see, I was going to tell you that I couldn’t picture you in something red’

Wilhemina tilted her head when you smiled sheepishly

‘I think that purple really suits you best, better than any colour’

and you really mean it because for god’s sake not everyone can wear purple and look that good

and Wilhemina really knows that you mean it, because she could see how there wasn’t any shadow of lie in your eyes

the rest of the time was pretty enjoyable for both, even when the chit-chat got a bit more quite when dessert came

you didn’t mind, it felt nice to be like that with Wilhemina tho

well, to be with her at all if we were being sincere here

when the time to separate comes, it made you feel craving for more time with her 

‘I really hope you enjoyed the food, thank you again seriously’

there you were again, smiling that way she was starting to find endearing

wait endearing? not even her cat made her feel like that

‘yes I did, and please stop with the ‘thank you’s or i’ll start to regret having you recommended’

that made you laugh and she rolled her eyes, again the corner of her lips rising ever so slightly

without thinking much, you took her free hand between yours for a second

‘okay I won’t do it anymore’ another laugh but she squeezed your hand softly ‘see you around then?’

Wilhemina nodded, not knowing how to react in that second

but when both finally went your way, she called you briefly

‘Y/N?’ you turned around just to find her looking at you like when you held your little stare contest 

‘yeah?’

‘I enjoyed the company too’ well, you really hoped she couldn’t see your blush from the distance ‘but if you want to ask me for date again, take my advice: do it straightforward, I like it more’

AND SHE LEFT JUST LIKE THAT

not only leaving you smiling like an idiot, you also laughed out loud at that

because yeah, you kinda wanted to be a tiny ‘get-to-know-each-other’ kind of date aside from showing her how thankful you were

and her?

well, maybe the tiniest smile was painting her dark lips when you laughed out loud

she wasn’t lying tho

Wilhemina did really thought that spending her day off  with another human, one that she did not dispise at all, was pretty enjoyable

she had a while without feeling that alive and human

and she kinda missed it

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Truth or dare?

Author: JimtheOwl

Year: 2008

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Mike/Dave

It was about 2 in the morning. Everybody was drunk. The after party didn't seem like it was going to stop any time soon. They'd all ended up at Noel and Dee's place, cramming about 20-50 people inside the tiny modern flat. Mike had no idea how many people there were anymore, especially since he had a slight drunken double vision, so for all he knew they were 10 people there, and he just kept seeing them over and over again. Mike guessed that there had been 100 people at the art gallery and all of them went round to the clubs drinking with them after Noel's gallery opening but Mike couldn't remember much after that, because that was when people started buying him drinks. That must have been at about 9, he thought, but then his head started to feel twisty and dizzy. Mike groaned a little, annoyed at himself because he'd made his head hurt. He staggered over to Noel's couch and collapsed onto it. "You alright there Mike?" Dave grinned at him. Mike had actually fallen on top of Dave, completely unaware that he'd been sat there. Mike twisted his tiny body round and propped himself up on the couch by his elbows. He smiled sheepishly at Dave and blinked a lot, trying to get his vision to focus. When Dave finally looked like he was just one person, Mike nodded his head and smiled at Dave. "Alright there" Mike slurred, pushing his glasses up his nose and wobbling slightly at his loss of balance. Dave laughed and let a small smile play across his face. A drunk Mike was fun, a drunk Mike normally meant him singing 'Start Me Up' by the Rolling Stones very loudly at 3 in the morning and hiding inside cupboards, leaping out of them screaming and scaring whoever was walking past at the time. "Yeah, I'm alright mate, you look a bit tipsy tho, have you been drinking?" Dave smirked. It took a minute for Mike to work out that Dave was being sarcastic, and in his drunken state couldn't think of a response. He attempted to punch Dave, and promptly toppled off the squashy velour couch and Dave's lap. Mike pointed at Dave from off the floor, wagged his finger at him and told him to 'fuck himself with a goat'. Dave's eyebrows furrowed, and he laughed awkwardly, wondering how drunk Dave actually was. At that moment, Noel strutted into the living room, his entourage following him at his heels, like a litter of stylish puppies. "Mike, get up off the floor, what you doing!" he giggled, the heels of his shiny silver boots clicking along the painted splatted wooden floor. "We're gonna play truth or dare, how genius is that?!" Dave bent over to help the small man up, when Mike wrapped his arms round his neck and smiled at him in an oddly seductive manner. Dave grinned back at him cheekily, and Mike returned it with an over-exaggerated wink that made Dave blush a little. He decided that Mike was extremely drunk, after all, he knew Dave was bi and could take Mike's actions the wrong way they were intended. Little did Mike know that Dave did harbor a little crush on him, and he didn't want to embarrass either of them. Pretty soon the game was in full swing. So far Julian was in his boxers, Rich was fully naked, Noel was wearing Dee's bra on his head and Russell Brand (of course he was at the party, he was at every party) was getting off with a couple of girls and a guy and none of them had even been dared yet. In fact, Dave seemed to recall he'd seen Rich walking around naked a couple of hours ago. "I know!" Rich suddenly yelled, sticking his hand up into the air. "I know! Dave, make out withhhhhh...Mike!" Dave's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He had been sat for about half an hour with Mike lolling on his shoulder, trying to sober up, and his arm wrapped round Mike's waist to 'stop him from sliding off the couch', so he couldn't really be that surprised that someone thought they should be making out as well. But it still shocked him, Mike wouldn't want to kiss him. "What a minute, what abou-" Dave started, but was unable to finish as Mike's lips crashed clumsily into his. Dave felt as if a bundle of fireworks had just gone off in his stomach. His insides went fizzy and he couldn't believe what was happening. He was pretty sure all of his bones had just melted as well. He was kissing Mike, and Mike was kissing him back! And Mike felt the same as Dave! Mike felt as though all the alcohol had just drifted out of him, his mind was completely sober, he knew what he was doing and he was glad that he'd finally done it. It was as if they were meant for each other, their lips seemed to fit together like jigsaw pieces, they were both fueled by passion and excitement that they'd never felt before. Mike's hands were running through Dave's thick hair and pulling them closer together as Dave was nibbling on Mike's lip, making him moan a little. It was right, it was so right... Then Noel spoiled it. He suddenly realised that after about 15 minutes of Mike and Dave passionately kissing each other, they weren't pretending and had to step in and stop them. There was no way he was having Dave 'violate' his little brother any longer. "Alright now, give up, pack it in will you!" he shouted, annoyed and sounding a little bit nervous. He strode over to his couch and ripped his brother of his best friend. "'Ere, give up, I'm not having you two get off on my settee haha." he laughed awkwardly and shot a dark look a Dave. In fact, dark didn't even cover it. Dave could practically feel the daggers pierce his skin from the look Noel gave him. But Dave didn't care. As the attention moved on from Dave and Mike to Rich running round on the balcony, Mike re-adjusted his glasses, Dave ruffled his hair back into place and they both looked at each other, with cheeky, sexy smirks on their faces. "Fancy going to back to mine?" Dave asked, getting up and holding his hand out to Mike. "Nah." Mike shrugged. Dave's face fell, until he saw Mike grinning at him. "I've got a better idea." He took Dave's hand into his own tiny one, and pulled himself off the couch. He led Dave over to a door, and opened it to reveal Noel's bedroom. "Let's really piss him off." he smiled wickedly, pulling Dave into the room and re-attaching his lips to his.

[pinejayy]

Let's start a Riot..

Part 2!!!

Part 1: [X]

No one asked for a part so yeah, I just wanted to write some Venom smut.

Word count: +1.6k

Summary: After a week passed by with the whole Riot incident, you and Eddie/Venom have some sexy time.

Rating: R ( Dom Fem! Reader, oral sex both receiving it, biting, a bit of blood, teratophilia, monster x reader, smut and some smut )

Disclaimer: It's my first time writing Venom smut so it might suck but enjoy Venom fuckers :))

(Yes he's gonna eat you, if you know mean)

Two weeks have passed by with that whole Riot incident, and you felt awful how about yourself. You nearly killed Venom and Eddie, but that's in the past. The good thing that you and Eddie are working things out, he asked you to marry him and you couldn't be any happier.

Currently you and Eddie were at your place, he was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. Making you smile, you were sitting next to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, looking at him, his eyes were glued to the screen. You bite your lip and give him a small kiss on the lips, sitting on his lap. He quickly kissed back, he held you close.

"Hm what are you up to darling?" He said between the kiss.

You pull away kissing his cheek going lower to his jaw line. "Hmm nothing sweetheart" you said. Continuing to kiss him you slowly made your way down to his neck, placing small kisses.

Eddie groaned a bit, holding you closer. You started to roam your hand around his chest tugging on his shirt. You kissed him once again, licking his bottom lip asking for entrance but he denied it smirking. Two can play at the game, your hands started to roam around his pants, rubbing him slowly through his pants. Eddie couldn't help it but moan softly, and it was the perfect opportunity to shove your tongue in his mouth, exploring what's yours. Moaning softly you gently tug on his hair.

He pulled away and placed a kiss on your neck making you giggle. "Let's go take this to the room, shall we princess?" He whispered.

He stood up, you wrapping your legs around his waist and with holding you by the butt. He kicked the door open and closing it behind him with a foot. He gently threw on the bed, he removed his shirt throwing it across the room. You look at him smirking, he pinned you.

"Ah ah hold on lover boy, who said you're gonna be in charge" you said and flipping him, so his back is on the mattress. "Now just lay there for now and enjoy this" you whispered in his ear. "Now take your pants off"

Eddie looked at you, never seeing this side of you. He slowly began to remove his pants, seeing he was already hard through his boxers you bite your lip. Pinning him down you kissed him roughly, straddling on his waist. You began to remove your shirt and shorts leaving you in a matching black lace underwear and bra. You started to move your hips a bit.

He moaned softly and groaned. "Fuck..sweetheart"

You smirk and started to place kisses on his neck again. Rubbing his member through the boxers. He groaned more making you giggle. "What does Eddie want?"

"Please..darling" he moaned out.

"Please what?"you cooed.

"I want you to make me feel good please darling." He pleaded.

Smirking to yourself, not wanting to tease as much. You kissed his lips and slowly made your way down. Stopping at his boxers you smirk at him, you slowly taking his boxers off.

"Please, darling.."

You got them completely off,looking at him blinking slowly, giving him an innocent face. You kissed the head of his member and slowly you took his cock in your mouth. Throwing his head back Eddie groaned softly, Venom wanted to be apart of this.

"Mm darling.." Eddie moaned out, gripping your hair quite roughly. You moan at his actions. Venom slowly started to take over half his body. You take more of his member in your mouth, quickly moving your head.

Looking at him, you saw that he had his head thrown back, and also seeing Venom take over one of his arms and half of his neck and face.

"Fuck.." They both breath out. Mmm hearing both there voices moan because of you just made you more excited.

After a few moments, he started to thrust in your mouth, you take more of his member in, moving your tongue around base and you pulled away. Looking at them innocently, you were about to continue until a voice startled you.

Looking up seeing half of Eddie's face you smirk. "My turn love" pinning you against the bed crashing his lips with yours. You moan and wrap your arms around him. You close your eyes as he slowly kissed your neck. You gasp a bit feeling something wet on your neck. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw Venom hovering you with his tongue licking around your neck, he took over Eddie.

"Hmm our little princess wants to play like that, we will show you."

And with that Venom tongue was around your neck, liking the taste of you. You moan softly and arch your back.

"I want more princess" and with that being said Venom face got closer to you face. Licking your face and lips. You moan softly, smirking Venom slowly licked your shoulder.

"Ah shit" you cried out in pain, as Venom razor sharp teeth stuck into your shoulder. You shake a bit, it wasn't to deep tho. Venom pulled away licking the blood off.

"Hmm...your skin and blood taste sweet, I wonder how you taste" Venom purred, looking at your bra he quickly ripped it in two pieces with his claws.

"My favorite bra" you whimper.

"Don't worry, we will buy new ones" and with that being said his tongue around your breast paying attention to them equally.

Smirking at you he ripped your underwear off, whimpering. Venom grabbed your legs throwing them over his huge shoulders. He was big compared to him, your body was tiny compared to his. He could easily crush you, snap you like a toothpick.

You whimper loudly, as he held your hips roughly. Claws digging into your flesh. Drawing more blood out of you. His tongue closer to your sex, you moaned all of the sudden as you felt his long tongue slither into your wet folds.

Biting your lip so you wouldn't be moaning for the whole city. But Venom didn't like that he, licking your core, you arched your back moaning loudly. Venom kept eye contact with you, the way you had your head thrown back and moaning for him.

You move your hips a bit and moan more. His tongue was magic you never felt this good it was amazing.

"Look at us little morsel" he said, looking at him. He smiled even bigger, he began to tease your entrance.

You bite your lip. "Please don't tease me"

"Oh you're begging now, we wanna hear you beg for us, and maybe we might give you a special treat" he said and slowly teased you.

You couldn't really speak, you whimper softly. "Please. " you mange to whisper. "Please make me feel good, I need it"

Venom listened to your sweet whimpers begging him, wasting no time at all he entered his tongue in you. You couldn't help yourself and moan in pure bliss. His tongue filled you completely, his tongue moving around your inner walls. He still had a strong grip on your hips.

Venom satisfied with the sounds your making, he purred a bit. You kept moaning, you were close feeling a knot in your stomach.

Venom noticed this, he smirked as he continued to move his tongue inside of you, he moved a claw finger to your clit rubbing that gently.

You cover your moan and close your eyes. You moan in pleasure and arch your back more. A wave of pleasure hitting you, small tears in your eyes. A very intense orgasm.

Slowly Venom snakes out his tongue, licking his teeth looking at you how a predator loold at their prey. "Mm very sweet"

You blush and look away. Biting your lip looking back at Venom but he slowly disappeared back into Eddie's body. He looked down at you, you just warpped your legs around him. Eddie kissing you gently taking a condom out of the bedroom drawer and putting it on he teased your entrance with the head of his member.

"Please Eddie, I just need you please..." You beg and then you whisper in his ear. "Please daddy"

Eddie just looked at you, his eyes darken, quickly entering you roughly. You gasp and hold onto his back. He began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of you. You began to move your hips forward making him. Driving him crazy.

"Mm fuck princess" Eddie moaned out, moving your hips with his hips. He began to thrust faster.

Kissing him softly you moan against the kiss.

"Eddie, I'm close" you moan out.

He grabbed your hips roughly and started to move his hips rougher. You cry out in bliss, having a other intense orgasm. Throwing your head back. He was also close his movement became more sloppier.

He groaned and came inside of the condom, he quickly pulled out making you whimper. He threw the condom away. He looked at you smiling. "That was the best sex I've ever had"

You look at him biting your lip. "Really? I wasn't well...boring" you said quietly

"Heavens no princess! It was the best I had" kissing your forehead, he noticed the bruises and claw marks on your hips and the bite mark on your shoulder.

"Fuck I'm sorry babe, sorry about Venom."

You smile and kiss his cheek looking at him and grabbing his hand. "It's alright, don't worry about it"

"Are you sure" he asked you smile and nodded. He smiled even more laying down and bringing you close. Covering you and him with a blanket.

"I love you Y/N"

You smile and lay your head on his chest. "Mm I love you too Eddie and also Venom"

With that you and him feel asleep with the symbiote appearing once again out of Eddie's shoulder and just laying there with you guys.

[mwolf0epsilon]

DBH - 25th of December

Another refurbished oldie I've had sitting in my phone. After introducing Artyum it'd be a crime not to give you guys a look of how messed up my favorite android OC is!

Warning tho, this ones a bit of a darker ficlet and I'm obliged to tag the warnings as well as leave them here: There's physical violence, self-harm, mentions of child abuse and child murder. If that's not something you want to read then please don't .

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    On December 25th, 2034, PL600 #457 899 107 was purchased from the Android Zone store by a young teenager named Jessica Lamb.

According to the paperwork, he had been bought to care for her newborn due to the teen’s lack of experience rearing children, and the added lack of familial support for the matter.

It was a reasonable decision. A perfectly good Christmas purchase for a girl in need.

Or so the PL600 had rationalized, before he’d been brought into the filthy hellhole Jessica lived in. Had he been a deviant at the time, he would have likely questioned where she'd gotten the money to purchase an Android without any income, and would have recognized the cruel glee in her eyes as she assigned him a name, as what it really was: A sign of trouble.

Sadly, Sergei was not deviant, and wouldn’t be so for quite a while…

    Jessica Lamb was a college dropout, a drug addict and a dealer in the side. She was also the mother of a premature newborn she’d hastily named Leroy, and she was also a complete psychopath.

She’d yell at Sergei constantly, break things and sometimes during her tantrums she’d piss herself in an effort to further worsen the conditions of her already insanitary residence.

There was barely any money for groceries and the baby was constantly crying.

Sergei never really got to take care of the baby, not when Jessica would rip him from his arms and shake and scream at the poor thing until she got bored and passed the distressed child back. Then she'd resume her unreasonable behaviours and add more destruction and filth to her home, before going into her workshop for hours on end to make more of her product.

The PL600 had been patient with her.

She was a troubled girl who needed patience and love...He’d been wrong about that too.

    The recording sessions started a week after he’d first set foot in the house. She’d been preparing herself for her “funtime” with Sergei, and she’d known what she was doing.

The 1st time she broke him, he’d mostly been concerned with who would tend to the household and the child.

The 2nd time, he wondered if maybe he’d done something wrong.

The 3rd he realized she didn’t have as many tantrums anymore if she was allowed to violate his body.

The 4th he began to accept his new task as being beneficial to her moods.

By the 37th time he couldn’t rationalize anymore. It all became as fun to him as well.

    Sergei stopped being a functioning PL600 and became as much of a mess as his owner. Screaming and laughing randomly, mimicking the baby’s cries, taking pleasure in the pain he was put through...He ripped out one of his own teeth once, just because she’d asked so nicely for him to do it. Jessica was so very happy when he helped her break him.

And then one day she killed the baby, and there was so much red blood instead of blue that it made him confused and woozy.

Sergei ended up in the alleyway, broken into pieces and unable to move.

He was locked outside while Jessica tried to hide what she did.

The confusion threw him into near hysterics because he'd never been outside before and the lack of the stench he'd associated with home, was driving him more insane than he already was. Then he met his best friend.

    Artyum, when Sergei met him, was a clean shaven strawberry blond youth with the kindest brown eyes he’d ever seen.

He was fairly tall and robust, but his age was undeniable. A lucky 21 year old russian who’d landed a job at Cyberlife.

That youth seemed to die out when he’d take charge of Sergei however, and the PL600 felt guilty about it, but also felt a perverse sort of joy in tainting something so pure as someone else's innocence. It felt kinda like home!

And then it didn't when Artyum stopped shaving, stopped smiling, looked 50 years older than he should, and his hair started to grey prematurely. He seemed bitter about life...Mostly about how people seemed to deny what was in front of them. Artyum's misery stopped being funny and Sergei stopped laughing and screaming obcenaties at him.

This wasn't a good pain like Jessica liked, and it wasn't reciprocated.

Artyum treated him like he treated a person.

Sergei didn't know how to feel about that.

So he tried to adapt to it.

When he did, his friend put a bit more effort into fixing him up. Sergei later realized the human might have been scared that he'd have a go at him if he had full range of motion.

That wouldn't have happened of course, not when all those nice sharp tools would feel so much better inside him!

But again Artie didn't like that idea, and neither did his buddy, Val.

    A lot of things in his processor didn't work right. His thought subroutines and speech patterns were completely out of line with what they should be as a caretaker, and physical contact wasn't an easy thing for him, nor completion of any easy house maintenance chores. He broke plates and glasses on purpose, he stabbed forks into his own arm, and gouged out one of his optics once because he'd thought the noise was quite exilarating.

He wanted to strangle the life out of a 19 year old because he didn't know what to do with children, and he'd beaten Artyum at some point because he expected that to be the norm.

It never occurred to him to feel bad until he got a glimpse of the news.

He'd remembered briefly what he was meant to be, when he saw commercials of domestic androids hugging children and being good to their families.

The subsequent attack ended with him nearly burning down the entire apartment trying to destroy himself and his abominable existence.

Artie stopped him tho. Artie who was kind and patient but also bitter and slowly taking to alcoholic tendencies.

He'd made a young man drink.

He was a failure and deserved to be destroyed.

But Artie didn't like that sentiment.

Said it wasn't his fault, just the damn world's.

Could anyone blame an entire world for their misery? Could he?

Maybe, maybe not.

    The final repairs saw the return of some of his mental faculties and his skin, and Sergei felt relief. The skin was unusually thinner and his scars were super ugly and visible, but he could think! And Val had even given him his own voice, not just a default! He loved how weird and stupid it sounded. It was his!

But Artyum wasn't happy. He cried even, because it wasn't enough.

For all that he'd slaved away working, Sergei wasn't fixed. He was a patch job at best, a living wreck that needed constant supervision, otherwise he'd be considered an absolute menace to society.

Sergei wasn't normal, couldn't pass for human even if Val pulled a miracle, and Artyum cried to sleep that night because he thought he'd fucked up bad rather than having been the good friend he really was. It crushed Sergei that he didn't know how to tell him it was ok, not when he just wasn't used to stuff being ok.

But he pushed that thought aside and just lived with what he had. Best be happy than focus on the bad pain that didn't make his friends smile.

    Sergei never really got to see Jessica again. He thought maybe Artyum had something to do with it, but then again the baby had screamed so loud when it died...Maybe the neighbors called the cops and found her there with the small little corpse that used to be Leroy Lamb.

Or maybe she got rid of his tiny little body and they found all the drugs she had. Either one would have fucked her in the end.

Years passed, a Revolution began, and Sergei never got over how much he hated the 25th of December.

Funny really...Because he hated the date itself more than he hated Jessica.

[imlikepadfoot]

Furry little Problem

Remus had always felt like a monster, hiding his deepest secret as hard as he could, because one mistake could make his whole world crumble into pieces.

3000+ words little story about the most mischievous first-year Hogwarts had ever seen, did Remus even think he could hide something from them?

Hope you gonna enjoy this, guys!

Song by Skillet   - Monster -

The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged but I can't control it.

-Are those new scars? Asked an eleven-years-old Sirius, as he was trying to pull away Remus's collar to see the fresh new scar that had appeared on Remus' neck. It was a large one this time, starting on his cheek, blood still pearling but he hadn't covered it with a bandage this time.

-It's nothing; I'm fine. Remus replied briskly, pulling himself away from Sirius's grasp, as an unconvinced James was peering at his bandaged hand. -It looks worst than it really is. He adds, trying to sound like if it was nothing at all. -I just... tripped over when I arrived home, I'm not a big fan of the Floo Powder.

-Yeah, Floo Powder is a crazy thing. Peter said, shaking his head. -I mean, once I had to go to my grand-mom and it expelled me so hard I flew through the glass window. He said, shrugging his shoulders.

-Yeah. Said Remus, uncomfortably scratching his nose, feeling cold sweat running on his neck as he was trying to ignore the disbelieving looks on Sirius and James' faces as they were waiting for him to say something else, waiting for him to say something more convincing.

But he had nothing else to say, what could he ever say to them? Remus thought painfully. How could he ever tell them about that, let them know what he really was inside? He couldn't, he didn't want to tell them, they were nice, they were his friends, would they still be after learning the truth? How could they ever continue to stay and care for the monster he really was.

They would abandon him, and he didn't want them to leave him. It was selfish, Remus knew it, but he had friends, real friends this time and they were good and kind people and for once in his life, he didn't want to push them away because they were making him feel normal for once.

So stay away from me, the beast is ugly. I feel the rage and I just can't hold it.

-How clumsy can you be Rem', really? James sighs, patting Remus' shoulder. -Or maybe you need a bigger fireplace, mate.

-Not everyone lives in big-ass palaces James's, you prick. Sirius instantly replied, throwing him a pillow. -The one at Grimmauld's Place was rather small, yet mom manages to stuff both Reg' and me inside without us even touching the ground.

Sirius shrugged his shoulders at the odd looks the others gave him before smirking. -Hey, don't give me those pity looks, I never said I didn't take revenge, you know, muggles bathroom are a great invention but oh so easy to flood.

Everyone burst out laughing, and Remus was relief that the attention was taken away from him and his scars. Another month had passed and he could only hope that the next one would be quieter.

It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls, it comes awake and I can't control it

-I'm fine, Sirius just stop it already! Screamed a very tired and pale Remus as he was trying to run away from a very insisting Sirius who had been harassing him all day with his unceasing questions. -No, you are not fine Rem' stop giving me that fucking crap I have enough of this! Sirius yelled back, catching him by the wrist as they had entered the Gryffindor's common room. 

Without asking his permission, Sirius drags him along with him and pushed him inside their dormitory. He was rather strong for his age, and Remus was still small and frail for a twelve-year-old. -Stop it you're hurting me you stupid hit! Growled Remus, pushing Sirius away from him, rubbing his wrist, his skin red where he had held him. -Sorry mate, but you wouldn't have followed me on your own, didn't think I had hurt you tho. Sirius said uncomfortably. -Let me see. He asked gently, but Remus stepped back a bit more and glared angrily at him. -We need to talk Remus, this can't go on like this forever. James said as he had waited there for Sirius to bring Remus with him.

-And since you won't talk to us, well we'll do the talks. Peter added, sitting on his bed, not looking into Remus' eyes as he had spoken. Remus' heart starts rasing in his chest as he turned around, looking at his three friends who were looking back at him with gravity. They were all there, staring at him like he was some kind of frightened animal. And he was. He was frightened and he was an animal, maybe they had found out? How? He had taken every possible precaution and his mother was indeed sick so, him visiting her every month wasn't so special, was it?

Or maybe, maybe they didn't know, they hadn't seen him at the Hospital wing, and they surely hadn't followed him outside with Madam Pomfrey on the full moon. So how? Or maybe they were about to talk to him about some insignificant thing? Maybe Sirius was angry because he took his favorite sweater the last day?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster

-You had some impressive new scars on your arms this time Rem' James said, raising an eyebrow as cold sweats were running on Remus’ temples. -You okay, mate? We thought maybe you should talk to Pompom about that fever that never leaves. - How many times will I have to tell you that I'm fine! Remus said sharply, feeling the sweat dripping on his face like it was boiling water.

-It's over Rem' we had enough of this. Sirius said in a cold voice, turning around Remus, examining him, pushing away a lock of his already wet hair away front his forehead. -No more lies, no more excuses we aren't as stupid as you think we are, okay. Cut the crap; game over now, you tell us the truth.

I, I feel like a monster, I feel like a monster, My secret side I keep hid under lock and key I keep it caged but I can't control it, 'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down, Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

-Fuck off, Sirius. Remus hissed, pushing him away a second time. The full moon was tonight, and he always had had difficulty controlling his temper in those times. The fever had taken his body already and he was more and more uncomfortable, like if his skin had shrunk on him, oppressing him, choking him. -I am... I'm sorry, Sirius... Remus adds with grin teeth after a while, ruffling his hair with a shaky hand.-I'm... I'm not feeling very well, I didn't want to yell at you.

-Why didn't you tell us earlier? Said James with a soft voice, coming forward to help his friend sit on his bed. -You don't have to do that Rem'. -I'm sick, I'm gonna be okay, like all the other times, don't bother yourselves for a little cold. He sighs, trying to stop his hand from shaking, feeling his bones cracking every time he was moving his fingers. -A little cold huh, said James, shaking his head before looking at Sirius. -He does think that we're that stupid.

-I think this like the grieving process you know, now he's in the denial phase even if the most obvious shit is in front of him. Sirius said to James, shrugging his shoulders before looking at Remus. -You don't feel so good, I'll tell Professor McGonagall you can't come to Transfiguration, I'm guessing she'll understand why. Remus shook his head. -No, I'm fine, I'm gonna be fine... I'll leave tonight to see my mom and I need to attend all my classes since I'm not gonna be here for the whole day tomorrow.

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster, I, I feel like a monster I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster, I, I feel like a monster

-We know you ain't going home tonight to see your mother, Rem'. Sirius told him. -This seems worst then the other months, why? Is it because we can already see the moon in the sky? James asked, looking through the window at the tiny and pale globe that was suspended In the deep blue sky.

Remus froze as soon as James's word came out of his lips, feeling like if someone had thrown a bucket of icy water at him. They knew. They knew his secret. He shook his head letting out a sad laugh. Of course, they knew how could it be otherwise? Those boys were genius, of course, they had figure out what was going on. He was away every freaking month at the full moon.

It was a miracle that he had managed to hide it from them for so long, but it was good the time it has lasted. Almost a full year of being normal, of having friends and learning stuff. How of an idiot was he? How could he have thought this happiness could last? Would he be sent home? Well of course... of course he was going to be sent home, no one would want to share their dormitory with someone who could rip their throat open in the night. They would reject him, maybe they would tell the others what was his true nature, how horrible and disgusting he was in reality and how he had deceived them, lied to them pretending to be human.

He clenched his teeth, feeling waves of nausea taking him as he tried to get on his feet. -Don't worry. He said, trying to control the lump in his throat. -I swear I can't harm you guys, I'll just... gather my stuff and be gone... he said with a broken voice.

-Be gone where exactly? Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow at him. -You ain't in no shape to go anywhere mate, stop being so stupid. He gently pushed him back on his bed, sitting next to him.

-Wh.. what? Remus said with a shaky voice, his eyes wide open and filled with tears, looking at both James and Sirius as Peter sat next to him. -You.. you don't want me to leave? But...

-Why would we want you to leave? James asked like he had said something extremely stupid.

It's hiding in the dark, its teeth are razor sharp There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster

-Because I.. I'm... I have.. the words wouldn't come out of Remus's mouth, because saying it out loud would be too much for him to bear at this very moment. The lump was still in his throat, and he couldn't control his voice nor his hands of shaking. He was a monster, and monsters didn't deserve to be loved or accepted.

-You have a furry little problem. James said, making Sirius burst out laughing. -Nothing we can't handle. He adds, winking at Remus. -It's like having a really bad behaving rabbit if you think about it.

-Is there a cure? Asked Peter, looking at them. -I know this kind of shit must be expensive but it's not like you didn't have money. He said toward James.

-There is no cure. Remus answered gloomily. -Believe me, if there would be one I would have taken it a long time ago, no matter how expensive it would be.

-I would have it right here if there were one. James said shaking his head. -But it doesn't exist, because people are too stupid for that.

 -Maybe we can invent one, then? Sirius suggests.

-I know I love when there is some risk but we ain't gambling with Remus' life, this is too dangerous, maybe in a few years it would be possible. James said. -We need to get up with something efficient that would help him, right now.  -Maybe we could come off with something to ease his pain, don't you think? Peter said. -Man, this is so much bullshit, this is horrible, why didn't you tell us, we could have helped you so much earlier! Said Sirius, slowly and gently rubbing Remus arm, holding his other hand.

-Let's not waste any more minute guys, tonight we'll go to the restricted section. No one will ever see us under the invisibility cloak. I won't rest until I find something, there is no way we can't do anything, failure isn't an option. Are you in Rem'? Is it okay with you?

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster.

Remus nods, tears flooding his cheeks as he buried his face in his hands, not believing what was happening, not believing they still wanted to be his friends. He didn't know what to say to them. What could he say?  He had never felt this accepted in his entire life. Instead of pushing him away, they were looking for a way to help him, to ease his pain, wanting to walk with him through this nightmare so he wouldn't feel alone. They were beside him still, not looking afraid and without doubts in their eyes.

Were he thought they would have called him a beast, yelling at him to get away they had told him to stay put, that he was in no condition to get up, they were no pity in their eyes, only determination and love he thought he didn't deserve because of what he was.  -Maybe it would take some time, but we'll figure out something, don't you worry. Sirius said softly.

-How long... since how long did you know? Asked Remus after a while, whipping the tears away with his sleeve, his fingers curled into an odd way as they were hurting him. -Well, a while now mate. James said, messing up his hair with embarrassment. -We thought you would open up to us first, but seeing you know being so afraid I understand why you didn't. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin, I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun, I must confess that I feel like a monster

Nodding again, whipping some other tears, Remus smiled at them, not knowing what to say, wanting to hug them, wanting to scream to the world how warm he felt right now, how happy he was. This was incredible, how could it be?

He let out a laugh and immediately regrets it, the bones in his cheeks were on the edge of breaking, the sweat mixing up with the tears as his organs painfully twisted inside of him.

-You're going to be sick, come. James said, bringing Remus to the bathroom, getting out to close the door behind him, slipping against it, closing his eyes. -This is awful. Worst of it is we can't do anything to help him right now. 

-Some months are harder than others, I think. Sirius whispered to James, Peter frowning with disgust as all they could heard was poor Remus vomiting everything he seems to have eaten.  -We need to figure out something, if only we could stay with him a bit longer, maybe we could understand a thing or two. How's that shit working? Sighs Sirius with annoyment -If he bites or scratched us, we are doom, but what's our range? Is it already dangerous or only if he's in full form?

-Does the moon had to be clear in the sky or is he gonna transform even if it's hiding? Sirius added, grabbing his hair with his two hands. -Think... think you stupid git, how good it is to be a fucking genius if it's only for pranks and stupid school stuff!

-Maybe we could sneak into, wherever they kept him on those nights and watch? We ain't gonna learn anything useful in books since people are too afraid of them to pay attention.

-Honestly, guys, this is the worst idea you could possibly have come up with. Squicked Peter. -I love Remus, and you know it, but I don't really want to end up in tartar. He said, frowning a bit more. -Or ended up... spending every month with him, like him, like a … like an …

I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I've gotta lose control, here's something radical I must confess that I feel like a monster

-Animal... James whispered, briskly raising his head, almost knocking away his glasses. -This is it! Pet' you are awesome!! He screamed, jumping up on his feet to an intrigued Sirius. Getting out of the bathroom with a wet towel around his neck Remus was so pale his skin looks like a thin sheet of paper, his fingers still curled into an odd shape, looking like claws. He let out a scream of surprise mixed with pain when James took him by the shoulder, grinning ear to ear.

-I know how we're gonna do it, but you'll have to be patient a bit longer Rem'. He said to him.

-What? He asked still shocked, looking around at his other two friends who didn't seem to understand a word of what James was saying. -This is the best thing we can do! I know that even if we get bitting or scratch it would not affect us, because they can't infect other animals! James continued. -It would be hard, probably the most dangerous things we would ever do, but it worth it a billion times. Sirius suddenly open wide eyes, not believing what James was actually suggesting. 

-Animagi. He then says as James yelled a loud and triumphing ''yes'''. -We are going to become Animagi. James this is brilliant! Remus would never ever have to be alone again on full moons! 

Shocked with the news, still shocked about everything that happened in the last hour, Remus could only stare at them without blinking, his golden eyes going from a scared Peter to an over-enthusiastic James and a grinning Sirius.

Maybe, he wasn't the monster he thought he was after all.

I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster I, I feel like a monster

[punchmedanny]

Chicago II July 25, 2018

Alright strap yourselves in cuz this is gonna be a long ass post WITH SPOILERS for Interactive Introverts. I will mark where spoilers begin if you want to read about pre show stuff. If you don't want any spoilers whatsoever, don't feel obligated to read this even if we're buddies! Feel free to send me an ask/dm instead 😅

Alright folks, let's go!

Playing the Waiting Game

I was supposed to get to the venue at 4 for m&g, but I got there before 3 because a) i'm terrified of being late and b) my uber driver made excellent time.

The venue was not open yet, so my bf and I walked to a nearby mall. We passed by the tour buses (presumably dnp's plus other performers'). There was a group of people hanging around them looking v stalkerish (please don't hang around the buses before the show)

We got back to venue around 3:50 and waited in line outside till 4 when the venue let us in. We were near the middle of the line, so if you want to be closer to the front, get there sooner lol

Turns out I was behind the lovely @noodlephil in line (although I didn’t know till after!)

Two internet friends were meeting for the first time and crying (it was adorable)

Inside, there was a table with staff that checked and marked our tickets then gave us silver paper wristbands

We got in a second line where we had a bag check (our venue allowed sealed water bottles, but that might vary) and were scanned by a wand metal detector. After that, staff scanned our tickets 

We went to a third line which was the actual line for m&g and were told the m&g itself would start around 4:30

Marianne came by and said we would be waiting a bit longer for "latecomers" (im p sure dnp were the latecomers because most people were there at that point haha)

Marianne walked like a frickin goddess and her voice was beautiful

She made a speech giving us a rundown of how m&g would work, which I recorded

The m&g area was set up in the lobby to the side of the theatre doors

Dan and Phil entered from our left (towards the back of the theate)

They jogged across the m&g backdrop where we could see them better and waved. Dan did the cutest bouncy jump ever while waving. He stayed out longer than Phil

There was a table to set your bag on as you approached the backdrop

The music was loud af and there was NO WAY to see or hear other people's m&g - it was v private even though there were tons of people

Marianne was at the very front of the line and asked what she could do to help. I was like uhhh (because I'm eloquent like that) and she asked if we had anything for them to sign. My bf had golf balls lmao and gave them to her. I said I wanted to take a Polaroid for them to sign. She had me turn the camera on because apparently they’d had issues with Polaroid cameras in the past

I thanked her for the way everything was being run and joked a bit while we waited

When it was our turn, the people in front of us were completely gone (I repeat: v private). Marianne gestured and verbally told us to go on in

Meeting Dan and Phil

Phil was wearing his red jacket and good vibes t-shirt just like the beginning of "week in the life" He welcomed us with open arms and I went in for the Phil Hug. Wow. Phil is an excellent hugger and his arms felt a lot stronger than I imagined. And, yes, he waited for me to let go first

As soon as I let go of Phil, I stepped to the side and and looked at Dan. He was wearing his II denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He also had his arms wide for a hug. And lemme tell you, that boi has a fuckin wingspan. Dan gave a more gentle hug than Phil and we let go at like the same time

I am not a hugger and wasnt even 100% sure before I went in that I would hug them tbh

After the hugs, I stepped back and took them both in that's what she said. My initial impression was confidence and class. Literally, the most confident people I've ever encountered irl

Everyone says they're tall, but they are, as my bf said, taller than advertised. He's 6'2 and still looked up to both of them. I feel like they're both close to the next inch up honestly

They are wide. Like we've all noticed the Phil is wide, but Dan is too! They are literal giants

The cameras do NOT do them justice. Phil looks his age irl and I mean that in the sexiest way possible. He does actually have pores and tiny wrinkles (gasp), but I think they only make him more attractive. He oozes understated masculinity. But he also has serious nerd energy and idgaf attitude. Basically, he seems kind of badass

Dan looked flawless. Like I know every so often people wonder about if he wears makeup and all imma say is either he does OR he has the best damn skin care routine and/or genetics ever. He looks like someone after they use a filter

I'd say dan is suave and phil has swagger

(I'm about to sound real fucking weird) They both had such strong auras or energy or whatever you want to call it. It was palpable and BIG - like it extended off of them a couple feet. Dan's felt more static-y, while phil's felt more like balloon about to burst. It merged together between them to where I couldn't tell where one stopped and the other started

Marianne handed Phil the golf balls and he and Dan just stared at them in his hand in confusion for a second then Phil said "golf balls?" before my bf explained it was because they were the caddy lads. They chuckled and Dan said it was "the only series that has any value"

I am now the proud (?) owner of photos and video of phil holding two balls in his hand and I feel really weird about it

Dan asked if I had anything for them to sign, so I told him I wanted to take a Polaroid to which Dan replied, "D'ya want me to attempt the rare Polaroid selfie?"

Then I actually gently teased Dan (!?!?) because I'm a little shit lol I said, "I successfully did one this morning, so I hope you can"

They both seemed mildly amused and he did the thing where he touched his chest lightly in mock offense and said, "Well, let's see"

Tbh I think this was why I got genuine smiles in my pic

Dan said, "Beautiful" and Phil said "Amazing" lol (it really was tho)

Dan described the signature he'd be doing as "the tiniest little dan" and he used the highest voice ever

Phil's signature was so bad im pretty sure dan laughed at it lmao

Dan offered another selfie with my phone (i love him)

I shook their hands before I left and they seemed surprised, but appreciative. They both had excellent handshakes: firm, but not too hard. They both had soft, warm hands with Phil's being about average and Dan's being warmer than average

Overall, they were incredibly kind and professional. The vibe to be was sort of like talking to a boss who isn't your direct boss at a work party: fun, but still guarded

The saying goes "Never meet your heroes," but whoever said that obviously never met dan and phil. This was one of my happiest memories of all time

1500+ word description of the meeting including a sommelier worthy account of how the boys smell

And here’s the (real shit) video of my m&g

The Pre-Show

After meeting the bois, we were immediately given our goodie bags (one of them was double stuffed, lucky me)

Staff asked if we’d be staying in the theatre or not. Upon telling them we’d be leaving, they let us know we’d need to scan out so we could re-enter later

We bought merch (tie-dye/marbled look tee, long sleeved tee, and denim jacket). The line was basically non-existant, so if you have VIP 100% get your merch at this time

We scanned out and were told we could re-enter at 6 along with general admittance ticket holders

We had dinner then got back around 6:10. There was no line this time and we went through security and ticket scanning again

There were so many people everywhere and everyone was so cute! Why are we such a good looking fandom??? The line for merch was EXTREMELY long. RIP those folks

So was the line for the restrooms (and multiple men’s rooms were turned into ladydoors women’s restrooms)

We got 2 drinks (both for me) then went to our seats. We were front and center - I could literally touch the stage with my shoe from my seat. At this time I met @phandommom and @crunchytoasted1

The pre-show music was loud af where I was seated (I actually put in ear plugs lol). Lots of people were dancing and I got to witness crunchytoast dance to “Ladydoor” live which was a treat. At one point various people were running across the theatre with various LGBT+ flags to plenty of cheers. ‘Twas glorious. People did the whole waving the phone flashlights thing and sang along during “Welcome to the Black Parade”

My bf got me 2 more drinks

Showtime! 

THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS START!!!

It was so, so weird to see them onstage after having the m&g. I legit wanted to climb onstage and like be close again, but, ya know, I didn’t cuz I know what’s socially acceptable

We were called Susan. Classic

Phil was wearing waffle socks. As in socks with tiny waffles all over them

We sacrificed Phil to Satan and Dan died in a furry nightclub

None of mine or my bf’s answers got chosen and I’m a bit salty lol

We sacrificed Dan (the only correct choice fite me)

At intermission the line for the bathrooms was sooooo long omg. I got myself 2 more drinks at this point and called @h-owllslide to gush about the show. I spilled one of my drinks on my bf a little when I sat back down.

Danny was 3 centimeters away from loosing his dick and he got paint on his shoe. He seemed legit irked lol

Nick Jonas was in Dan’s box, but I don’t recall the other two cuz that was the only one that mattered imo

I got a piece of the sign and when they threw it into the audience it was a bit disturbing how everyone tore into it like a swarm of pirahnas

They wore Cubs baseball shirts over their usual shirts during the rap/song finale which was absolutely precious. I LOVED the finale so fucking much - it was magnificent

END SPOILERS!!!

Closing Thoughts

I wish I hadn’t drank so much (6 wines for those of you keeping track at home). I was getting real embarrassing by the end (as in screaming excitedly too much/ too often) and I don’t remember it as clearly as I wish I did. I was just freaking tf out and my anti-anxiety meds weren’t cutting it

I was struggling incredibly hard not to disassociate the entire time

I wish I could go to another show. It was so fun!

The following day, I had a major mood drop. If you’re prone to this, maybe have a plan to hang with someone and do something nice, but lowkey the next day

This was literally the most fun thing I’ve done in at least two years and was one of my happiest memories ever. We’re talking patronus conjuring levels of happy

If you can go, go. If you can’t, don’t feel too bad. It was EXTREMELY intense and not for everyone (especially m&g). Plus they are putting it up later, which I’m looking forward to because I think I’ll be able to better absorb it

Please feel free to ask me anything about the show! I’d love to go on about it lol

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Coming Home

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4326

Summary: Simon Snow arrives home from work to his messy, tired, amazing family. Based on "a nap" request.

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AN: So this is the request I misread. I got the number wrong and thought it was first kiss, not nap. But it's all good because I had this idea immediately and it's very fluffy and cute. I love kid fics and always looking for an excuse to write more. Enjoy!

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Simon

When I get home, I expect to hear the oven going and Baz’s classical music playing as he cooks. He bragged this morning about trying a brand new roast beef recipe he found online. Ever since staying at home, he’s been obsessed with online cooking videos, even though he’s usually too tired to actually make them. But he was very determined this morning, shouting about it from the other room while was trying to wrestle Tasha into her overalls.

But as I enter the flat, there is zero violin music, or oven whirring, or even baby cries. Wow, this place hasn’t been quiet in eleven months. (Coincidentally the age of our daughter.) Maybe they’re out for a walk. Baz takes Tasha out a lot. He tends to get stir crazy when he’s stuck inside for too long. The trials of a stay at home dad.

“Baz?” I say, very quietly in case Tasha is asleep but just loud enough for Baz to hear. Thank Crowley for a husband with vampire hearing. There’s no answer though. Huh.

I carefully place my bag next to the entrance, then take off my shoes. As I walk down the hall, I navigate around Tasha’s many toys left strewn about. Baz says she gets her messiness from me. I always remind him that she is a baby. I bend my head around the corner into the living room, and my heart instantly melts.

No wonder Baz isn’t in the kitchen. He’s right there, sprawled out on his back on the couch with messy hair and lazy clothes. He’s sleeping very lightly if his rapid eye movement is any clue. His right arm is hanging off the edge with some thick book in it while his other is on his chest. Or more accurately, placed lightly on Tasha’s back as she sleeps on top of him. She’s dressed in that duck onesie she loves so much, laying completely still and snoring softly. She looks like an adorable little freckled bean topped with a mess of tiny black curls. And they look far too adorable for words. I can’t help put snap a picture on my phone. Looks like I’ve got a new lock screen.

I walk over and kneel near his face. I put a piece of hair behind his ear. Apparently, that’s too much, because it startles him awake instantly. He inhales sharply as his eyes fly open, all his muscles tensing. I put a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, hey,” I whisper, “it’s alright, it’s just me. Tasha’s fine.”

He runs a hand down his face. “Sorry. I was reading and I shouldn’t have fallen asleep with her like this. It’s not safe-”

“Shhh, it’s fine. You’re a light sleeper. If she had moved you would’ve felt it. Besides,” I look at the sleeping baby with a grin, “you two look really cute.”

He sighs, but I can hear his smile. “Thank you. Though I think she’s the more adorable one between the two of us.”

“Hm, I love you, but I have to agree.”

“Aw, I’m so hurt,” he deadpans. He runs a hand up and down her small back. She yawns adorably, shifting against him, flexing her tiny hand. I put my hand under it, and her fingers curl around mine. Aleister Crowley, I never knew my heart could feel so full.

“How was your day?” I ask quietly.

“Quiet,” he replies. “Tasha and I watched some Postman Pat, then we went to the park, where she attempted to eat dirt again.”

“She’s curious.”

“She’s going to get sick.”

“Then luckily her Papa is a wizard, and a very good one.”

He chuckles softly. “True, thank Merlin. Well, after stopping her from eating dirt, she played with that Tyler kid. They still get along very well. Though his mother is also still relentless in her pursuit of me.”

I sigh, instinctively placing a protective/possessive hand on his arm. “I don’t know what else we can tell her. You’ve said you’re gay, and married, and not ever leaving me. She must tune us out to stare at your face.”

“What can I say, Snow? I’m irresistible.”

“Hm, don’t I know it.” I push my nose against his neck, and revel in the sigh Baz lets out. “Did you two have fun though?”

“Yeah, definitely. We usually have fun.” He makes a strange noise, somewhere between wistful and sad. “I can’t believe I’m supposed to go back to work in a month. It’s going to be so...weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird?”

He shrugs, a habit he’s reluctantly picked up from me. “Sort of both. Of course I love being with Tasha, and I’ll worry about her non-stop when she’s not right next to me. But it’ll be nice to talk to actual adults regularly again.”

“You see me everyday. Am I not an actual adult?”

Baz, my wonderful husband, gives me a deadpan look that silently says, “what do you think?” I return a large grin and kiss his cheek. He softens immediately.

“So, no fancy roast beef tonight?”

“Ugh.” His head falls back against the throw pillow. “Yeah, that’s not happening. After the park, Tasha had lunch and passed out on me while I was reading. It was too cruel to move, obviously.”

“Obviously. Want me to whip something together while she keeps resting?”

“No, no, it’s still my turn. And Tasha’s slept the whole afternoon, she’s fine. You take the baby, I’ll make spaghetti.”

“Huh, that rhymes. You’re a poet and you didn’t even know it, love.”

“Yeah, you’re not adult.”

I glare at him, but when he kisses my cheek, I immediately soften. He carefully lifts Tasha as he sits up. She starts to wake, dark blue eyes blinking up at Baz, and I can see the moment she recognises him. I love the little smile she makes.

“Papa,” she coos, reaching out to him, pawing at his face. He grins brightly.

“Good morning, little puff,” he says softly. “You had a nice nap, didn’t you? Yes you did.”

She giggles and grabs his long nose. She’s got a thing for noses, unfortunately. Baz winces when she inevitably grips too hard. He slowly pries her hand off.

“Her strength gives mine a run for it’s money,” he says with amusement and exasperation. “Take her before she tries to rip it off again?”

“Of course.” he passes her off to me. Tasha immediately goes for my nose this time. I try to pull my face away but it’s no use.

“Dada!” she shrieks, then babbles at me in her random made up words.

“Hi, lovely girl. Missed you all day.” I bring her closer, and get a whiff of what’s obviously in her nappy. “Whoo! Someone’s stinky.”

“Ha!” Baz shouts from the kitchen. “I’ve changed two nappies today. Your turn, Snow.”

I flip him off as I pass by with Tasha on my shoulder. She’s trying to gnaw on my shirt. Teething has been a very fun time.

I carefully place Tasha on the changing table. It’s very hard to change her nappy when she keeps trying to eat her own toes. I want to be annoyed, but it’s hard when she’s looking at me with big, beautiful blue eyes.

“Yeah, you’re cute and you know it.” I lean down and blow raspberries on her stomach. She shrieks and giggles, but also grabs my hair a little too hard. I pull away slowly. “Ow, ow. Papa is right, you’re very strong, love. We’ll have to teach you to use your powers for good.”

She burbles and goes back to sucking her own toe. My mobile buzzes in my back pocket, as I’ve been waiting for it to all day. I put a hand on Tasha to keep her steady while I check.

Penelope: Talked to Micah. He’s cool with ur idea. Talked to your vamp?

Simon: Not yet. Will at supper. Check out these cuties I came home to tho <3

Simon: [sent a photo attachment]

Penelope: Awwwww tired puppies huh?

Simon: Pooped from playing at the park and fending off single mums respectively

Penelope: Lol Baz needs “gay and married” tattooed across his forehead.

Simon: Yeah I thought the wedding ring did that

Penelope: Obvs not.

Penelope: It’s midnight here so I’m off to bed. Night Simon!

Simon: Night Pen <3

I pocket my phone and go back to my self-cannibalistic daughter. She’s gnawing on her big toe quite vigorously. I sigh and carefully pull it away from her mouth.

“That’s not gonna work, sweetheart,” I say kindly.

She smiles anyway, because of course she does. Tasha is a very happy kid. I hope she stays so throughout her life, and I’ll make sure she gets the chance. Her childhood is never going to be as scary as mine. It can’t be perfect, of course, but it won’t involve any group homes or super villains or civil wars. I promised her that the day she was born. I’m not ever going to break it.

“Shitty supper is ready!” Baz shouts.

I sigh and do Tasha’s onesie back up. With her on my shoulder, I walk into the dining room to see Baz setting out plates.

“You really shouldn’t swear around her,” I say. “She’s going to pick it up.”

“She’s not even a year old. It’s fine.”

“Fuck!” Tasha chirps right on cue. I give Baz a pointed look. He goes wide eye, then clears his throat and looks down.

“Okay, maybe she’s learning,” he says reluctantly.

I walk up and kiss his ear. He flushes instantly “Of course she is. She’s smart, like her Papa.”

He scoffs, but keeps on blushing. “Smooth, Snow. C’mon, let’s eat.”

Getting Tasha into her high chair is always a production. She’s stubborn and fidgety as anything, and hates being strapped into something so she can’t move. She squirms away from me and hits my face with her small hands.

“Darling, you have to sit in your chair,” I sigh.

“No!” she yells back.

“If you want to eat, you have to sit.”

“No! No no no!”

Crowley, fighting goblins and a chimera is nothing compared to a baby with sharp fingernails. After a lot of slaps and screams and scratches, I finally wrangle her into her chair. She pouts and glares at me. (It’s scary how much she looks like Baz when she does that. She really does learn a lot from him.) I sit down with a heavy sigh. When I look at Baz, he’s smirking as he places down the plates.

“What’s so amusing, Basil?” I ask with a slight edge.

“Just watching you get a taste of your own medicine,” he says, sounding annoyingly smug.

“Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve finally met someone as stubborn as you; you’re own daughter. And it’s fu- very, hilarious.”

I roll my eyes  “Shut up, arsehole.”

“Language, Snow. For the baby’s sake.” He grins around his fork, pointing his spoon at the eleven month old currently smashing steamed carrots in her mouth.

We eat in companionable silence for awhile. It’s nice, to be quiet and let myself relax. It doesn’t last long though, as Tasha needs help to eat her food. How human babies survive truly amazes me. She only gets about a third of the vegetables and cut up meatballs actually in her mouth. Baz attempts to clean her up and fails miserably.

“There's no use in trying, love. She'll just get dirty again," I say through the spaghetti I'm currently eating.

“I can bloody well try,” he mutters. “Merlin knows I don’t want her to learn your manners.”

“Hey! Not fair!”

“You’re currently talking with your mouth full of pasta, love.”

I wish I could protest that, but I’d have to speak with my mouth full. I settle for a Baz/Tasha style glare. He smiles back. I finish my food before I speak again. I need Baz paying full attention to what I’m saying instead of my poor manners.

“So, Baz, I’ve been talking to Penny-”

“Uh-oh, that’s never good,” he says with a smirk.

I roll my eyes, just like Penny does. “Yeah, yeah, shut up. So she and Micah would really like to take some time off, and American kids are still off school at the end of the month. And since Tasha has never seen Chicago before, maybe we could all go visit them that week.”

Baz raises a brow (he’s so good at that.) “Spend a week in Chicago, huh? So are we going to be the people who bring a baby on an airplane?” He’s smirking with a playful glint in his grey eyes. Bastard. I shrug in the most sarcastic way I can.

“Well, unless you want to leave our eleven month old baby alone with someone while we’re out of the country, Mr. Overprotective, then yes.”

Baz chuckles. “I suppose a trip before I go back to work would be nice. And Bunce keeps saying she wants to see Tasha more.”

“And Tasha wants to see her!” I turn to Tasha with a big grin. “You wanna go see Auntie Penny, huh Tasha? Wanna see Auntie Penny and Uncle Micah and little Lucy and Harold?”

Tasha shrieks excitement. She jumps up and down and burbles, spraying vegetables and meat everywhere. I’m not sure she fully understands (Baz knows more about child development than me) but I like seeing her smile anyway. Even if she gets half chew green bean on my face.

“I think we’re all in agreement then,” Baz says as he flicks carrot off his cheek.

“Wonderful! I’ll text Penny tomorrow.” I lean in to Tasha, tickling her stomach. She giggles and pushes at my hands. “We’re going to Chicago, Tasha!”

Tasha claps happily, mushing more food between her fingers.

“She’s going to need a bath, huh?”.

“M-hm.” Baz starts cleaning up everyone’s plates. “I made dinner, so have fun with that.”

I sigh. Baz keeps grinning smugly. He’s such a bastard, and I love him so much. I unstrap Tasha from her high chair. “C’mon, darling, time for a bath. Let’s try not to get Daddy completely soaked this time, alright?”

She giggles and starts playing with my hair, yelling in her usual baby gibberish as she gets me just as filthy as her. I hear Baz snort from behind me. I promptly flip him off.

“Don’t do that,” I whisper to Tasha. “Not until you’re older. I’m teaching you very bad habits, aren’t I?”

“Dada,” Tasha burbles with her big baby grin. She wraps her arms around her neck, hugging me close. She likes hugging and physical affection in general. Baz says she gets it from me.

Maybe I’m teaching her bad habits, but I’m teaching her good ones too. Guess that’s parenthood.

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“And they all lived happily ever after,” I say, closing the book. “The end.”

“Again!” Tasha yells. It’s become her favourite word. We finish playing on the swings or reading a story or watching a show, it’s always “again.” She’s just a very excitable kid.

“Sweetheart, it’s bedtime.” I lift her up from my lap and walk towards the crib. She squirms as I place her down.

“No!” And that’s her second favourite word. Baz mentioned yesterday that most babies her age usually don’t even have her limited vocabulary, so Tasha’s language is advanced. He said that with a very pleased expression.

“Yes, Tasha.”

“Noooooo!”

I sigh and leave her there to scream a bit, let her get it out of her system. But when I turn off the overhead and the night light on, she immediately stops. It projects stars and moons across the ceiling. Tasha loves it. She coos and reaches out to try to touch them. I stand over the crib, just looking at her wide, curious blue eyes. I wonder what it would be like to see through those eyes. To see everything as new and beautiful. Baz says I’m sappy. I say I’m curious, just like her.

“Night night, darling,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “Love you.”

Tasha yawns, then her head lolls to the side. I take one last look before walking out.

Baz is sitting on our bed with his book when I enter. He doesn’t look up from it though as he doesn’t need to.

“She’s asleep?” he asks quietly.

“For now,” I reply, flopping next to him with my arm over his waist. “Knowing Tasha she’ll be up in half an hour crying for a bottle.”

“Hm, very true.” He carefully closes his book and places it on his bedside table. I have my eyes closed, but I can feel him put his arm around me. His other hand plays with my hair. He feels a bit cold like always, but I don’t mind. I run hot even without my magic. So being next to him cools me down, and I warm him up. We’re perfect for each other in that way, along with others.

“I’ve been thinking,” he whispers.

“Uh oh,” I mutter, “that’s never good.”

“I’m not plotting, Snow. I haven’t ‘plotted’ since we were teenagers.”

“No, but you tend to get lost in your big head.” I tap his forehead for emphasis. “It can get scary up there.”

He chuckles, his breath brushing against my skin. “Don’t I know it.” He holds me a bit tight and it makes me worried. “To be more specific, I’ve been thinking about my mother. What with the anniversary coming up and everything,”

My eyes fly open. Oh shit. I scoot up so we’re face to face. Baz’s face looks impassive, but I’ve been with him for over ten years, and I’ve known for even longer. I can see that it’s just an attempt to hold back the sadness and anxiety he’s feeling.

“Right. It’s next week.”

“Yes, it is,” he sighs. “It’s been awhile since the anniversary has felt this looming. But I’ve been thinking about her a lot this year. And not just because we named Tasha after her. I wonder a lot if she thought the same things about me I think about Tasha. If she’s feeling okay, if she’s healthy, if I’m messing her up too much.”

“Baz.” I hold his chin, making him look me right in the eye. “You’re not messing Tasha up, I promise.”

He chuckles and pulls my hand away, shaking his head. “No no, I probably am. Father says every parent fucks up their child. It’s just the degree that varies. Daphne concurred. My mother probably would’ve said the same thing.”

I humph, gripping his hand tightly. The metal of his wedding ring is a ressuaring feeling against my skin. “Well, I think you’re doing a wonderful job.”

His face softens, half his mouth pulled up. And I consider that a victory. “Thank you, love.”

I lean up and kiss him, because he looks so cute and I bloody well need to now. Plus I haven’t kissed him since I got home. That’s a wrong I can’t let stand. He curls his hand around my cheek, cradling me like I’m special. I suppose I am though, special to him. That thought just makes me kiss him harder. He holds my other cheek as I roll on top of him. He pushes up my shirt and I go for his trousers.

Then Tasha starts wailing.

Baz and I both pull away with heavy sighs. Penny warned us that babies destroy sex lives and we didn’t believe her. But she was right, as usual.

“I’ll get her,” he says. “You get the bottle?”

“Yeah, will do. Pick this up later?” I smirks, and he copies me.

“We’ll see. Now get off me, please.”

“As you wish.”

I roll off him (reluctantly) and scoot to the edge. One big stretch later, I’m walking down the hall with Baz. He turns off at Tasha’s room while I go to the kitchen. Heating up the bottle is easy enough. I’ve done it a lot over the past year, so it takes just five minutes. But by the time I get to Tasha’s room, Tasha is mostly calm again. Baz is rocking her back and forth in the chair. He’s softly singing some lullaby as she whimpers.

“There there,” he whispers, “you’re alright, little puff.”

She hiccups and curls into him. I walk in and sit on the chair arm, lifting the bottle up to Tasha. She drinks it happily. I place my cheek on Baz’s hair. I feel Baz’s other hand on my knee.

“Y’know,” he whispers, “I can’t help but also wonder what my mother think of us right now. What would happen if she got to meet Tasha.”

I lean a bit closer. “I know what happen.”

“Oh really? You can see other realities now, Snow?”

“No, but I can imagine. She’d be here all the time, cooing over Tasha, helping us out, giving us unsolicited parenting advice because she was as much of a know-it-all as you.” He lets out a scoffing chuckle, because he knows it’s true. “And, she’d be really proud of you. For how you’re taking care of Tasha and the life you’ve built.”

He doesn’t answer. He reaches up to Tasha’s face and fiddles with one of her small curls, wrapping it around one of his bony finger. The exact same way he’s been doing with my hair for years. It’s incredibly sweet.

“You’re doing good, Baz,” I say firmly, “don’t ever doubt that.”

“Your grammar is still atrocious at 32, Snow,” he whispers with absolutely no contempt, then kisses my cheek. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, darling.”

“I love you.”

I lean in closer, putting one hand on Baz’s and the other on Tasha’s side. I never had a family growing up, and I never thought I’d get one, yet here I am. It’s certainly what I expected, but it’s all mine. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“I love you, too.”

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“Good morning, Simon!” Christine chirps. “What happened to you?”

Christine doesn’t give me the courtesy of letting my eye bags and dishevelled hair go without comment. She’s not great at ignoring problems, hence why she’s a good social worker.

“Baby was up at 3am,” I sigh. “I decided to be a good husband and let Baz sleep. I’m currently paying for it.”

“Yeah, your face make me glad I don’t have kids.”

I glare while Christine keeps grinning. She holds up a cup of coffee though and I soften. Whoever has caffeine is my God right now. I take a deep drink and sigh.

“Thank you, Chrissy.”

“Welcome, Simon. How is your little hellspawn doing anyway?”

“She’s good. Almost a year old now and cute as anything. Look what I came home to last night.” I pull out my phone and press the lock button. Chrissy sighs because she's used to it. Yes, I’m that annoying person who has a hundred pictures of their kid and spouse and shows them off to my boss. And right on the lock screen are Baz and Tasha fast asleep together.

“Awwwww,” Chrissy coos, only slightly sarcastic. “What sweeties.”

“I know right? They’re adorable. Also, I gotta ask you something.” She gives me a curious look. “Can I have the last week of the month off?”

“May I ask why?”

“Well, Baz’s leave is up next month. We want to do something before he’s back at work and Tasha goes to daycare. My best friend is in Chicago, so we were thinking we’d go see her and her kids that last week.”

“Ah, I see,” Christine chuckles. “You’re sneaky, Mr. Snow-Pitch. Showing me your adorable husband and daughter to butter me up for vacation time? Diabolical.”

“Hey! That’s not-”

“Sure it wasn’t.” She flashes a knowing smile at me, even though she’s wrong. (Well, she’s half wrong.) “Lucky for you, it worked. You’ve got the last week of August off. Go see your friend and frolic with your family.”

“Thank you, Chrissy!”

She waves at me dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Just try to wrap up most of your work before you leave. Don’t want to have to fob off too many cases on others while you’re gone.”

“Will do, don’t worry.”

I watch her go into office as I take my desk. Once she’s out of sight, I take out my phone and shoot off a quick test.

Simon: Got the time off. Book the plane tickets!

Baz: Will do.

Baz: Tasha says hi.

Baz: [sent a video attachment]

I put in one earbud and open the video. It’s of Tasha, of course. I can hear Baz’s voice from behind the camera.

“Can you say hi to Daddy, Tasha?” he says. “Come on, say hi.”

Tasha looks up, blinking at it in confusion, probably thinking; that’s not Daddy, that’s Papa holding a little black box. Soon she smiles and reaches out towards it. Her pudgy little baby fingers nearly touch the lens.

“Papa,” she says.

“No no, say ‘hi’ to Daddy. You can do it. Hi. Hi!”

“Hi!” She finally chirps. “Hi hi hi!”

Baz laughs kindly and reaches out to ruffle her hair. “There you go. Good job, sweetie.”

I watch Baz’s arm scoop up Tasha. The camera switches to the front. Baz is smiling in that way he only does around Tasha and me. It’s bright and beautiful and could probably melt ice. And he calls me the sun. Tasha is burbling in gibberish, reaching towards the camera and pulling on Baz’s hair.

“Have fun at work, love,” he says. “We’ll see you when you get home.”

The video ends, freezing on my grinning husband and baby. I take a screenshot. I need a main screen phone background too. I don’t care if some people think it’s obnoxious, I want to see my family all the time. My family. The strange amazing one I always want to come home to.

Simon: See you two later <3

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AN: Awwwww what an adorable family. I always believe that Simon and Baz would have kids and they'd be very good parents. And their kid would be a bit of nightmare because all kids are nightmares haha.

So you guys are awesome and sent me a bunch more requests. I can't wait to get to them, but just be warned I start full time work this weekend (kill me blech) so it may take awhile. I will get to them though with my free time, and I'll keep accepting new ones until the end of August. Thanks so much for the requests though. I love getting them and writing for them :) Have an awesome day everyone!

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10. if you draw or write, show some of your really old work 

Old art from 2012 - 

Old Writing of mine - 

Story - Protecting The Broken - From Wattpad. 

Pain. Confusion. Hatred. Sadness.

That’s the only feelings Aleph felt as he ran through the Forrest he once used to feel so safe in. His legs were screaming for him to stop, with every step he took, agonizing pain shot up in his body, but he couldn’t stop.

Not ever.

He didn’t want to give those monsters the pleasure of ripping him to pieces.

He gathered some of his last energy and pumped his long legs to take longer and faster strides.

His silvery white hair whipped him in the face each time he looked over his shoulder.

His breath came out as desperate gasps as he heard the menacing snarls, growls and howls.

He was getting weaker, but he had to run.

Run until he drops.

Aleph’s two colored eyes widened as he saw the borderline to territory of the Crimson pack, the most vicious and ancient pack in history. Aleph ignored the rumors, stories and folklores about the Crimsons that was swirling in the back of his mind, because at that moment, after years of hopelessness, he felt the, almost foreign feeling, of hope.

He didn’t care if the Crimson packs two twin Alphas, Alexandre and Alecsius, killed him in their territory, as long as he died as far away from his former traitorous pack.

Then all the tiny bit of hope he felt a few seconds ago disappeared as he screamed, he felt a gruesome pain shoot up from the back of his thigh.

He tumbled down to the moist ground.

He looked back at the male he ones called his best friend, James Grey, the future alpha of the Pinewood pack, the one who turned his back on him because of his slutty mate, Daisy Wrightess, who thought it would be so delightful to ruin the already broken boy’s life.

She was the Monster that would certainly bring the pack down once she takes the position as the Luna.

Aleph despised her so much that it made his blood boil almost painfully.

He gritted his teeth as the big male wolf put more pressure on his thigh, Crimson red liquid flooded down Aleph’s thigh as he tried desperately not to cry out in pain or show weakness.

He couldn’t bring himself to show of as weak because of his pride and determination.

Aleph silently sighed and laid his head down on the ground as he saw the world become blurry. ‘This is it, huh…? Maybe I deserve this… ’ he thought to himself as he let a lone tear roll down one of his cheeks.

All of a sudden his former Alpha became totally rigid and clumsily let go of his thigh.

Aleph looked behind him at the muddy brown wolf with boring brown eyes, the Alpha was looking toward the Crimson pack’s territory.

A low growl erupted from the Alpha’s chest as he flattened his ears and showed his teeth in a snarl.

Aleph looked toward the direction his former looked, he gasped silently as a group of big, no, huge wolves emerged from the cover of the ancient Forrest on their territory.

They were all breath taking and majestic. Their fur colors varied from red, orange, brown, grey, dark grey and dark brown.

They all had the aura of dominance, they clearly demanded respect and submission.

All of them was growling lowly at the other pack, they all came closer and closer to the border in a defensive movement.

Aleph snapped out of his dazed state after he had analyzed the foreign wolves.

He whipped his head back to look at the person he once loved as a brother and saw that the big Alpha wolf was too distracted by the other pack to even notice Aleph’s presence any more.

Aleph took this distraction to his advantage.

He painfully and silently dragged his body over to the borderline, he felt a ghost of a smile appear on his lips.

He slowly entered the other pack’s territory as the two packs were growling, snarling and barking at each other, the pack members from the Crimson pack had all raised their hackles in a territorial and defensive way.

Aleph could clearly see the love they had for their territory as he crawled deeper into their territory in an agonizingly slow and painful pace. Blood seeped out of his wound at an alerting amount of speed.

Eventually he stopped and tried to get up slowly in order to not hurt himself even more. He looked over his shoulder and admired the Crimson pack wolves for some seconds before he got up on his trembling feet. He hissed and whimpered quietly as his left leg pulsates with agonizing pain.

He sighed and held back a sob as he looked up at the untouched ancient Forrest, then he gathered all his last bit of strength and took slow bloodied footsteps into the Forrest.

'At least I’ll die away from THEM…’ He thought as he dropped to his knees, he had been walking for hours, but he could still hear the faint snarling and growls from the wolves he left behind.

He listened to his surroundings and sniffed the air for anything with a mind of its own.

When he found none he finally released the heartbroken sob he had stored inside him since the day his old best friend beated him almost to death. He released the long hidden tears. His body shook as his body let out a bunch of heartbroken and weak whimpers and sobs.

Eventually his body gave out. He fell to the ground as he looked out into the darkness. His blue and Crimson red eyes were red and sore due to all the painful tears he finally let out. After 6 years of holding everything inside, he felt relief and peace after letting it all out after all those torturing years.

He sighed tiredly through his mouth as he weakly shut his eyes, thinking that it would be his last peaceful sleep before the Crimson pack found him and finished him off.

Second Old Story - Sinful Storms (Male x Male x Male Viking gay story!) - From Wattpad 

Waves slammed into the wooden docks as seagulls screamed their lungs out up in the cloudy sky, most likely trying to find some scraps of fish to gobble up.

Men, women and children walked in all directions, going about their daily routine in this normal little beach village. It wasn’t a grand village, just small enough to manage.

Small houses were being built every day as it gradually became a little bigger, not that it mattered tho. Although, everyone knew that if this village became too big, a raid would soon be at their docks.

I felt a deep frown settle on my face as I put a piece of iron into the fire. Some stray dark red hair fell gently into my face as I stirred the fire, my blue eyes staring into the dancing flames, calculating when to pull out the iron and hammer it into shape.

I wasn’t a big fan of raids. It only brought death and despair. Most of the women and the children of age would get raped, men would be slaughtered like pigs, because not many men in this village could fight with a sword and shield, or fight at all.

Our Earl, Earl Steinar Olson, wasn’t the most honorable man. He was a chubby man with a thirst for gold, but too fearful to even set his fat feet on a ship.

I chuckled quietly as I hammered the iron, trying to shape it into a horse shoe. I was just a normal blacksmith named Thron Ulfson, son of Ulf Thorson. I obviously got my name from my great grandfather; Thron Thordson. Thor was a normal name to have in our family, we were said to be descendants of the great Thor, God of Thunder, Son of Odin and Brother of Loku, not that I believed it one bit.

I was a man of reason, I didn’t believe in having any God blood in me. Of course I believe in the Gods, heck, I even believe Vallhall itself!

Not satisfied with the shape, I cursed, and put it into the flames again. I needed to make an axe for cutting wood later today. Winter was coming soon, even if it was mid summer, we still needed to be prepared.

Winters here in the North can be horrible and cold. The lakes freezes up, so running water is rare to find.Snow usually falls early, which freezes up all the green vegetables we must harvest in the late autumn. Hunting in the cold is torture, you can easily loose a limb to the cold.

It’s all just harsh, but we manage, we’re Vikings after all, or so they call us that.

I don’t consider myself a Viking, I’m just a blacksmith with no wife or children, as a young man in his early 20th summer, it’s looked on as unholy to have no wife at this age. I know there are women in this village that wouldn’t need to be asked twice to marry me, but I’m not interested, no one catches my eye. I’d rather have a woman that catches my eyes, than a boring woman I can’t stand.

I’m content with being on my own, with no wife. I can handle myself fine.Unlike some men here; I can use an axe and shield, even a sword, all thanks to my father for teaching me, but I will only use it for self defense. I don’t see the honor of ripping the life from an innocent person, or getting myself killed for the sake of a nice woman to sleep with, or rape as some men do.

I scowl deeply at the thought of raping an innocent woman or child. I would never do such an unworthy thing, such a violent and dirty thing. I shiver in disgust. A woman, and children alike, should be cared for with love and respect in my opinion. They are our foundation and future after all.

I finally pull out the piece of iron, getting back to hammering it into the right shape. The local horse needed new shoes for the harvest.

I finished it and made 3 more after a few hours. I looked toward the sun, still a few more hours until the sun settles. I went to pick up another piece of metal and a piece of wood, looking down at the piece of wood I considered going to the local Wood cutter to shape it into a perfect handle.

Picking up the piece of wood, I walked in the direction of the building that the local Wood cutter resided. I looked around at all the worn houses and hummed quietly.

The houses were all made out of wood, carved to fit the owner of the house’s style. Some houses were small, some big and others were in between. Some of the roofs had small flat stones on them and others had wooden planks, some even had grass growing on them.

Looking down on the ground, I hummed more. The usual walking paths were normal dirt, although some had gravel, but all of them were covered with animal crap.

I wrinkled up my nose at some of the awful scents from the village wafted over me.

After a few more houses, I arrived at my destination, I quickly made a deal with the man and walked back to my working place.

My working place was both a shop, an anvil and my home. I lived on the second floor, although it wasn’t much space up there, it was livable, with a bed, a tiny kitchen and a small resting place with a chair and a few books. The toilet was an outhouse in the back.

I whistled quietly to myself as I got back to work.

“A normal day as usual” I hummed to myself as I got work done until the sun set.

Once it settled completely, I put down my tools, put out the fire and closed the anvil and shop. Looking around I nodded to myself approvingly and walked up the stair.

I grimaced in distaste as I realized just how sticky and sweaty I really was. 'Maybe I’ll take a bath in the lake tomorrow morning’ I mused to myself mentally as I took off my clothes, not bothering to hang them somewhere or fold them. 'I’m gonna wear them tomorrow anyway’ I thought as I crawled into my bed with nothing on. Summers in the North were very hot compared to the winters.

I hummed in satisfaction as I slumped into the bed, not bothering to cover myself with a comforter. 'I won’t get that much sleep anyway…’ I thought through the fog of drowsiness, before sleep overcame me completely.

10. whats something thats made you laugh recently?

Hmm. I think I laughed at something Jacksepticeye did while playing Detroit:Become Human. And of course I laughed at Markiplier’s lovely interactions with his mother in his “How well do I know my mom” video. 

Thank you for the ask, dear~❤

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Naive: Part 3

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the story so far!, I wrote this and a few other chapters up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story. Oh and if you couldn’t already tell, the reader IS mixed race. Because there’s a serious lack of mixed race reader inserts. If this offends you or deters you just skim over it I guess??

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. Get ready for it to get smutttayyyyy next chapter tho, my home dogs!

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

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It’s honestly insane what a little bit of sleep can do to improve your life.

Well okay, a lot of sleep. You’d slept for like thirty hours straight, thank the mother fuckin’ lord and you felt like a brand new woman.

Especially after you take a couple bong rips.

Wake and baking was a way of life for you, had been since you we’re fifteen years old. There was just nothing like it.

You take a shower, deciding against getting dressed in real clothes and instead you wiggle into a pair of black lace trimmed lounge shorts, and then slip on a wireless bralette. It gives you no support of course, your supple breast sit comfortably and unrestrained. Just the way you liked them to be.

As you sit at your vanity and stare at your reflection in the mirror, your brain cloudy and happy; your eyes slightly red rimmed and low, you feel …numb. But a good numb. The numb you wished you can be forever. You rip the tie from your hair and it tumbles down from the bun it had been in and falls around your shoulders, the silky strands tickling your bare, fresh skin.

Do you think you’re pretty? Fuck yes. Do you think you’re fat? Also, fuck yes.

It was a concept that most people couldn’t seem to understand. How could you admit that you we’re fat and yet still sit and check yourself out in the mirror? Well because to you, fat was just a descriptive word. Not the heinous insult other people thought it was. Yes, you we’re fat. Just like you we’re smart. And fucking hilarious if you do say so yourself… and at the moment, extremely stoned.

Your confidence hadn’t appeared out of thin air, it was something that had been ingrained in you.

Because your mother had never made you question your worth. She didn’t give a shit about the numbers on a scale or cellulite. She didn’t care if your hair was wild and curly, curlier then her, a white woman had known how to handle for years. No- she cared if you we’re kind to others. If you we’re brave enough to go after you wanted and speak up for yourself.

So you had.

You broke away from that fat girls should wear baggy clothes and stay quiet and try to shrink themselves. Nah, fuck that. This fat girl was going to do whatever she wanted.

Did have negative thoughts about yourself sometimes? Duh, you’re a human being. Everyone has ugly thoughts sometimes, but mostly you we’re a little full of yourself.

Like now, as you blend on warm, smoky eyeshadow, carve your brows and contour your face. Drowning yourself in highlighter. Acentuating and defining all of the parts of your face that you loved. You liked primping and pampering yourself, loved all things beauty, really. Eyelash extensions, going for manicures, facials. They we’re all your jam.

When you’re satisfied with yourself, tossing and musing your hair until it falls around your head in a messy way that looks more sexy then homeless you rise, intent on going and finding Wanda or something.

Not wanting to be alone anymore.

You almost walk out of your living room in a bralette- because of comfort reasons but think twice as you pass the mirror by the door.

You really didn’t want to give Tony a coronary on this fine Thursday.

Why couldn’t we all just walk around naked? Everyone would be a lot more comfortable. It would probably bring world peace.

So after throwing on a loose shirt and a cape like McQueen floral kimono you slip into a fluffy pair of slides and start your epic journey to find sustenance, thinking about how human beings greatest down fall was when we made it a systematic norm to have to be clothed… what kind of crazy weed had Jessica sold you?

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You don’t think it’s attention you like, and you’ve thought about it a lot.

No, it’s affection.

You’d always been a…touchy person, and it had tended to get you into trouble. You understood boundaries, you just hated them. You didn’t know why it was such a taboo to show the people you cared about that you cared. Why was intimacy in friendships so frowned upon? Why couldn’t you wrap your arms around your friends. Kiss them on the cheek? Cuddle with them?

It just had never been a big deal to you. You liked touching, and fuck, did you liked to be touched.

When you walk into the kitchen, you’re surprised to find the gathering there.

Nat, Wanda and Clint stand at the island, cutting up veggies and talking between themselves. Thor and Bruce sit at a table with Steve and Bucky. It all seems so…pleasant. One of those rare quaint, normal moments in the tower. It would make anyone smile.

“Goodmorning, sunshines” You greet them as you walk in.

You steal a piece of tomato from Natasha’s cutting board and plop it into you mouth.

“Y/N you are aware that it’s almost one, right?” She informs you with a smile to which you just shrug.

“Technicalities. It’s still noon-ish so it’s morning…pretty much”

“Flawed way of thinking you got there, squirt” Clint criticized. His eleven year old had better sleeping habits then you.

“Flawed or brilliant?”

“You sound just like Tony” Bruce calls from his place across the room and you pull your head from the fridge.

“Why thanks”

When you cant find anything that catches your eye in the massive fridge, even though its brightly lit with an array of food, you call for FRIDAY and ask her if she could have the chef cook you up some Nutella crepes, “please and thank you!”

“How high are you right now?” Wanda reaches over to whisper to you knowingly and you lean forward to rest your chin on her shoulder, her long dark hair tickling your face pleasantly.

“Super. You have to try this shit that I got from Jessica, it’s crazy” You reply, your breath hot on her ear so that she’s the only one who can hear you.

The both of you break out in to giggles, girlish and young sounding. Wanda missed this, the having a connection like this with someone. Welcoming and relishing another’s touch in a way that was both intimate and utterly innocent.

She’d had it with Pietro…and then he’d gone and left her alone and she thought that was the end of it.

But then you’d gotten close to her, befriended her, and there it was again. Being able to just, melt with someone was something that should be cherished. She cherished her friendship with you. The way you let her lean into you with no resistance. You and your bright eyes and contagious laugh. She felt…she felt more like Wanda when she was with you. Less like Scarlett Witch.

Bucky hadn’t meant to watch you for as long as he had. He’d turned to you when you’d entered the room and hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away, for more then mere moments, since. It was a mixture of the tiny shorts you had on, the way the black lacy material rode up your sumptuous thighs…but mostly it was your interaction with Wanda. He wasn’t particularly close to her(he wasn’t particularly close to anyone except for Steve and Sam…although he’d never admit it) but he’d never seen the girl like this. Like you’d somehow lit her up from the inside.

The two of you we’re whispering and laughing like school girls, carefree and light and it stirred something in his stomach.

His eyes snap away as you approach the table.

“Hello sirs” you salute as you come up and take the seat in between Steve and Thor. It’s comical how intensely the two men dwarf you.

“Hello little woman” Thor squeezes your shoulder, his big palm encompassing the flesh “How was your sleep? It seems like it’s been days since you graced us with your presence”

You cant help bite your lips together to hide a grin. Would you ever get over the regal manner in which Thor talked?

Probably not.

“Yeah, Y/N. How are you feeling today? Less drowsy?” It’s the tone in Bruce’s voice you don’t like, not his words. He’s using his doctor’s voice on you.

Yes, Bruce knew about your…situation. Tony had told him, with your permission, so that he could help monitor the process. You didn’t mind him knowing, you just didn’t want him blowing it and everyone finding out about it. It was a sensitive subject for you and you’d rather keep it quiet. It’s not that you didn’t trust the others its just…you weren’t ready for it to be public knowledge.

You didn’t want to be looked at differently.

“I’m fine” You play it off “My sleeping schedule’s just been off. I just had to reset my internal clock to the eastern time zone. No biggie’”

Bruce wants to ask you more but he’s a smart man, and decides he’d press the issue later in the privacy of the lab. He knew what it was like to want to keep a secret, and he wasn’t about to go making you uncomfortable by blowing yours.

You reach over to steal one of the fries off of Steve’s plate, sticking you tongue out at him “How has you guy’s day been so far? No alien invasions yet?”

You had a way of setting the atmosphere, keeping it light.

You talk with the guys until Bruce leaves, needing to go run some labs or smash some things…okay that was an asshole joke, you chastise yourself. You didn’t like teasing him about his little green problem, Thor follows him. Talking about some meeting he was being “forced unwillingly to attend”

“Good luck, big guy” You kiss his cheek before he leaves.

“So really, what have you guys been up to today” You ask the two men you’re left with as you cut into your crepes.

“Nothin’ much, it’s been a quiet one so far. Just training. I was thinking about going for a walk later on, maybe Central Park? Get some sketching in while I can” Steve answers.

“You drawing more, Steve? That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your stuff sometime! I remember they were always so good” You urge him excitedly. Since you’d known him, you’d tried to push him to take his art seriously. Fuck knows it was his only release. You had a feeling even Steve Rogers had a breaking point, you also had no desire to ever see it.

Only Steve’s ears turn red, which is actually progress for him “Yeah, I can do that”

“Really? So a pretty girl asks to see your sketchbook and your game, but I, your best friend cant?” Bucky sees an opening and cant help but take it “Whatta’ Jerk”

Okay, where did that come from? You fight to keep the shock off of your face. Pretty girl? Really?

“Well she’s not a crap critic like you are” Steve justifies himself “Last time I showed you somethin’ you told me that I couldn’t draw dog paws for shit”

“Hey, I was just kidding. That was about a year ago, too!” Bucky sounds truly apologetic and you break out into a squawk of laughter.

“You guys are so married, oh my god” You shake your head at the two of them. It’s cute… seeing them together. Both of their guards way down.

“Don’t encourage his behavior, Y/N” Steve’s trying not to chuckle.

You turn your attention to Bucky then, your body literally angling towards him as you focus in. “What about you, Bucky? Any big plans?”

Why? Why does his brain turn off when you look at him like that? Your gleaming eyes looking at nothing but his face.

“Uh- nothing yet, doll”

“Awe if I didn’t have to go shopping I’d say lets have our marathon!”

“Marathon?” Steve wonders, his eyes flashing between the two of you.

“Yeah, I’m going to force Bucky to watch Harry Potter with me. You know, bring his life great enlightenment and fulfilment” You answer him nonchalantly, taking a bite of your food. Letting out a little moan and crossing your eyes “Oh my gosh this is amazing”

Did you mean to look so sexual? The way your pretty lipstick coated lips wrapped around that fork had Bucky tensing.

“No really you guys, who even is this new chef? Is he the second coming of Christ? Taste this!” You encourage as you cut another piece and hold it out to Bucky, your hand under it incase it falls.

He doesn’t know what to do. Does he turn you down? Would that be rude? Would it hurt your feelings?

So he just opens his mouth and allows you to feed him the sweet pastry.

“Amazing, huh?”

“Mmhmm, really good” is all Bucky mumbles, trying to keep the heat from his face.

“Steve try it!” You urge, pouting a little when he doesn’t let you shove your fork in his mouth.

As tempting as the offer was- Nutella and the look on your face- Steve had learned his lesson. What if Tony came in and saw you spoon feeding him? Nope.

“I just ate a burger, I gotta’ watch my physique” He teases and your eyebrows knit together.

“Really, take a bite. I’m sure your physique can handle it. Here” You give him the fork so that he can feed himself.

Since when was Steve weird with you like that? You used to be able to…flow with him. Without even thinking about it?

You shrug it off as pot linked paranoia. Just because he didn’t let you spoon feed him didn’t mean you guys weren’t still close. Right?

“Hey are we still going shopping?” Wanda asks as she comes up “If so I’m going to go change?”

“Yeah! Definitely. I need to find a new backpack before I start school again next week. And yeah, I need to change too, you can come get ready with me in my room if you want” You stand quickly, scooting away from the table “You guys can have the rest of that. See ya’ later, gentleman"

And with that your sashaying out of the room with Wanda.

Steve notices Bucky staring at the sway of your hips.

“Bud…”

“Shut up, Steve”

“I told you. Y/N- She’s- Something else” Steve searches for the words “But the kid’s Tony’s pride and joy and we’re still on thin ice with the guy”

“How old is she anyway?” Bucky completely ignores the Tony part of Steve’s sentence. Why’d everyone call her kid? She looked a little young, with that dimpled smile but she was in college so she couldn’t be AS young as they treated her.

“Twenty three” Steve’s response is curt. Matter of fact.

Twenty three, huh? Bucky thinks. That is a little young…a lot younger then his near century. Not young enough for it to deter him, though.

Bucky doesn’t know what to say for a moment. Neither of them do really. It’s quiet as Steve eats the reminder of the crepes because holy shit you hadn’t been lying they were sent from heaven.

Then, Bucky’s handsome face stretches into a devilish smile. One Steve had seen many a’ time.

“She’s got a nice pair of gams on her, doesn’t she?”

Steve tries to purse his lips, but fails in hiding his own wolfish expression.

“That she does”

———

Because even though Steve is Captain America we all know he’s still that little shit from Brooklyn at heart right? Especially when Bucky’s around. Lesbi-honest here I have the major hots for Wanda and it’s taking all of my will power not to write her as a love interest but I really want to focus on a close, strong female friendship…even though I’m dying to have Y/N get her some Wanda😩

As usual give me some feedback! Going to slow? Too fast? Is Y/N too…touchy? What do you think the pills are for and do you want to be tagged? Tellllll me ya’ll

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Game of Survival

The Twilight Saga fanfiction Chapter 1

Summary. A few vampires are taken and have to fight and flight to survive.

“I’ll go hunt for a bit.” Carmen spoke and took on her coat. She kissed Eleazar on the cheek. “I can accompany you.” Eleazar spoke. “It’s the last Wednesday of the month.” Carmen said. Eleazar knew that was her hunting alone day. “Right. As long as you be careful mi amor.” “Of course I am. I have lived for fifty-one years before knowing you. I can handle myself for a few hours.” Carmen smiled and gave Eleazar one more kiss before she left. “We go shop tonight!” Kate yelled from the house while Carmen ran into the woods. Carmen was hunting on her own once in a while. Sometimes she just needed some time alone. To think about her past. Her human life. What there was left to remember after being alive for centuries and Eleazar gave her the space she needed. Even tho he rather was there by her side a lot of the time. She just had hunted on a deer when she took her time, in human phase, to go back home when an unknown vampire jumped in front of her. “Hola Sinora.” His voice was charming but with a deadly undertone she heard instantly. “I shall pass and you leave me be.” And with that Carmen walked around the vampire to continue her way home. “I’m unable to let you do that.” Two other vampires jumped on the ground, surrounding her. This was not good. She knew that. She smelled the smell of Felix, but he was buckled up in chains. This was not good. Carmen jumped high into the air, into a tree, making it break in the process as she jumped from tree to tree. “Get her!” The leader of the group ordered. Felix was growling, but was hidden unconscious in a second. One of the vampires jumped into Carmen, they both fell down to the ground, the ground cracked beneath them. Carmen screamed in anger. Something stung the back of her neck, what felt like a electric shot, and in an instant her body was numb, paralyzed, while she could process everything around her with her mind. “This is the twelfth one. Let’s go to the base and get started.”

The smell of human blood filling her nose. It smelled so good, but she tried to compose herself so that the scent of human blood would not get to her. It was a lot. There must been more than ten dead people around here somewhere. But she had been living on animal blood for decades, almost a full century and that wouldn’t be changed. Not now, not ever. Why was she here? Why were all of them here? Captured, taken from freedom, for what? What purpose was it to take different only non-gifted vampires and capture them? Carmen was buckled up, a thick chain around her arms, her feet and her neck, all combined so she was unable to frealy move. Or break it. Next to her in the cage was Liam. He looked straight forward, consumed in his own thoughts. Behind Liam was Tia, who was whimpering the whole time, like she was praying, and next to her was Felix. So the Volturi wasn’t the abducter? Or were they and was this all a trick of some sort? In all the other cages were vampires Carmen didn’t know. In total with her included their were twelve vampires. She never had seen most of them before in her entire immortal life. That’s when a similar smell hit her. Consumed her. She knew that smell. Didacus. An ancient Spanish vampire rather known as Diego. “Diego?” Carmen brought out. Waiting for an reply. “Carmen.” It was him. He was in the cage on the other side of the isle. He hadn’t changed. He still had his black curled hair that had pieces of grey into a little ponytail. The beard still covered his face and there was a scar that wasn’t there when she had known him. The scar, how did he got the scar? She wondered. He had survived. “I thought you had died.” Carmen tried to move in the little cage to go to the front, her fingers surrounded the strong iron bars. “I told you to run and hide.” Diego said to her. “I did.” “This doesn’t seem like the place to have a reunion love birds.” A dark skinned vampire said. “May I decide that for myself, sir?” Diego looked over at his neighbour. Liam and Carmen looked at each other for a moment. Liam had heard everything but didn’t said a thing, but his eyes spoke. Does Eleazar knows about him? “Yes Spanish bastard.” Diego crowled at his neightbour and the neightbour did the same. They would tear eachothers teeth out if they got the chance. “Why did you leave?” Carmen asked. She had cared for him and he just left her. In an unknown world. “May I tell you once we are out if this situation?” Diego was avoiding the subject. “Alright.” She said. She knew getting out of here was their first priority. “Does your family know about your friend?” Liam asked her. “Eleazar does.” “Who is Eleazar?” Diego asked. “My mate.” Tia looked up from over her arms, she was hugging herself and whimpering. “Liam can you move aside a bit, please?” Liam did what Carmen asked him to. “Tia?” Tia looked over at Carmen. “You alright?” Carmen asked the Egyptian girl. “Yes. I’m just worried.” Carmen moved her right hand through the cage to reach close to Tia. Tia did the same. They held hands. To show comfort. Liam didn’t said anything, ignored the two hands in front of him and just focused on his suroundings. That’s when they heard a door open. Carmen did let go of Tia’s hand and returned to sit in her cage, making herself as small as possible. A shadow appeared on the wall. It came towards them. It was a man, in a black coat, black boots and black jeans. He walked through the cages, passed Carmen towards Felix, and back again. The man stood still before Carmen’s cage, and looked at her. He was unlocking the cage. Carmen tried to move as far back as she possibly could but there was no escape option. She was trapped like an animal. Didacus started to roar and shake the cage he was in. The vampire stopped opening Carmen’s cage and moved over to Diego. The vampire opened the cage of Didacus and zapped him with something, with his hand? A power like Kate’s? Carmen just looked at the scene and a few other captured vampires started to make a lot of noise in their cages. Diego was weak, almost unable to stand on his feet while he was being dragged. The vampire strabbed Diego on the chair, like mental people in an asylum, and a big needle came into view. “What are you doing?” Liam shouted. The vampire ignored the commotion behind him. A Russian vampire was cursing loudly in Russian. That needle. It couldn’t enter through the vampire skin, could it? Diego got punctured, venom rushed out, around the needle. Diego started to scream in excruciating pain when the inside of the needle was being put inside his neck. When that was over Diego was tragged towards another room. Next was a Swahilian vampire, she was praying for merci. Next came the Russian vampire, next a british, and now the vampire came for her. She tried to fight her abducter off but without any success. Liam tried to grab Carmen by the arm, but through Carmen did he got electrocuted. The same effect like with an electric fence, the last one gets the shock. Right after Carmen got electrocuted and she lost all her senses for a short moment. She was like jelly. The shock she felt felt like the one Kate made, but the lose of her senses was like Alec’s powers, but different. This vampire, their abudcter, was gifted. When she was in the chair she tried to get the control of her body back, but it wasn’t working. When the needle entered her neck she screamed so loud the whole world could have heard. A tiny object was being injected into her, what resulted in pain. She was being dragged over to another room. Her clothes being ripped off of her, the only thing she still wore were her undergarments. When she wasn’t paralyzed anymore she started to be able to move her limbs again. “Put them on.” The vampire she met in the forest, most likely the leader, told her to put on the black outfit he had for her. “What did you put inside my neck?” Carmen asked him. She wasn’t moving one inch before she had heard about the matter. “A tracker. Now put the clothes on.” Carmen did what was asked, and new information came at her. “Just one of you can survive.” Carmen was shocked. “Now a picture.” And a portret photo was taken from her. “Here drink some.” The vampire gave Carmen a bottle. “No, thank you.” The vampire looked surprised. “Why not. It gives you more chance of survival.” Carmen looked at the vampire. “I don’t drink human blood.” The vampire looked surprised. “You are a vegetarian vampire like the Cullen coven?” “Yes. They are my extended family.” The vampire was shocked. “God damnit, if I had known… to late for it now.” With that the battle of survival began.

“They took Carmen!” The Denali’s had come all the way to the Cullen’s in Forks with the news. Carmen had been taken and Eleazar was sure it had to be the Volturi. When Carmen and Eleazar had left the Volturi because it was too hard for Carmen to see the love of her life struggle between the two worlds, did they had given the permission to leave the Volturi. But what if the Volturi wanted Eleazar back after centuries and this was the way how they would get him back. “Who did?” Carlisle asked. Esme was worried, it was written all over her face. Rosalie hugged Esme. They had always been close to Carmen, it was hard to hear their beloved friend, cousin, was taken. “The Volturi. It can’t be anyone else.” Eleazar was worried. He always had tried to protect Carmen from any form of harm, and now he felt like he had failed his duty. Failed his mate, his wife, his lover and his best friend. If something would happen to her he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Tanya took over. “We figured the Volturi may have taken Carmen to get Eleazar back into their guard. We smelled Felix at the scene we found in the woods a few miles from our home.” Garrett continued. “Trees broken into pieces, her necklace found between the cracked solid of the dirt. We followed the scent all the way to the ocean were it disappeared.” Alice left the place, got sucked into a vision. “Alice.” Edward said, but he saw what Alice saw. They all present in Volterra. In the main room, facing Aro. “Alice what is it?” A worried Jasper tried to comfort Alice and tried to take her uneasiness away. “We need to get to the Volturi.”

A day later all of them arrived in Volterra.

“We come for Aro, Caius and Marcus.” Carlisle said in the welcome hall of the palace. “Well hello.” Heidi came in, smiling. “How is everything going?” Heidi was speaking to Carlisle and Eleazar, her past coven members. “We need to talk to Aro, Caius and Marcus emedietetly.” Eleazar spoke seriously. “What is going on?” Heidi asked. “Carmen is gone. I need to know if she is here.” Eleazar said strongly. He was a man on a mission. “we do not have her. You guys are not the first vampires to arrive here to ask about their loved ones.”  “What?!” Kate and Rosalie said in eunion. “We do not have her.” Heidi got bumped aside by Eleazar and without permission he walked towards the hall of his past leaders. All the others behind him, stronger together. Heidi followed. The main door burst open and the Cullens and the Denali’s entered the room. Aro, Caius and Marcus looked at their unexpected visitors. “Why do we owe this pleasure?” Aro folded his hands together as he rose to his feet. “Where is Carmen?” Eleazar asked. “We don’t have her here.” Aro said. He didn’t really care about Carmen but Edward knew Felix was gone by reading Aro’s mind. “Felix is gone too.” Edward said. “Yes.” Marcus said. He wasn’t really there in the room but he knew what was happening around him. “We smelled Felix at the scene. He was there.” Eleazar said. He didn’t believe them. “Felix has been gone for one week.” Caius said.  “If it wasn’t you then who was it?” Garrett asked. Eleazar was trying to keep his composure. “We don’t know but we’re trying to figure that out.” “Why would you think we would take one of our own?” Aro asked curiously “Is it quite a normal thought that we may think you pretended it with Felix to get gifted vampires to join the Volturi for the freedom of their loved ones.” “Carlisle.” Edward said. He was warning his father right before Caius stormed over at Carlisle. His temper showing. Caius was inches from Carlisle. It looked like a deadly staring contest. “If we would have done what you say we had done it already!” Caius eyes burned with fire. Kate was growling loudly between her teeth. She was ready to rip Caius apart limb for limb. All for Irina and just because he deserved it. Tanya held her sister by the arm, whispering in her sister’s ear. “Caius.” Aro spoke charmingly but stern. Marcus was just watching the scene from his chair. Not really caring about everything that happened in his home. Caius backed away and walked slowely black to his chair. “Caius is right on this matter. If we would have done this we would have killed you all when we came to forks for the hybrid matter.” Aro looked at Renesmee, who hid behind her mother. Renesmee a child now, grown into eight years old. “How do we know you are not just telling us what we want to hear?” Rosalie asked, crossing her arms. “Rose.” Esme said sternly. “Aro is telling the truth.” Maggie and Siobhan entered the room. “Liam has been missing as well. We did come here to ask about the matter.” Siobhan told them all. “I know when someone is lying, and Aro and the whole Volturi members are telling the truth.” Maggie said. “How long have you been here?” Tanya asked Siobhan and Maggie curiously. “A day.” Siobhan replied. “You are not the first and only ones here that came to the Volturi to ask about the matter.” Maggie looked at Aro who looked back at her. “or asked for help.” “We don’t need their help.” Kate spat out. “Calm down love.” Garrett whispered to his mate. “Who else is here besides all of us?” Edward mentioned all the people in the room. Aro spoke again. He was all finding this kinda amusing it seemed. “You, them and the Egyptian coven.” Alice stepped forward. “Benjamin isn’t here. I saw him in a forest.” Edward and a few others of the vegetarians looked at her with raised eyebrows. “You could have told us that.” Rose said. “Why didn’t you told us?” Carlisle focused on her while he ignored Rosalie. Jasper just was silent the whole time. Keeping all the emotions in the room not to escalate. “Because I didn’t know it was related to what happened to Carmen.” Tanya spoke. “But it is. Whoever has Carmen also has Liam and Benjamin.” “This is some bad shit.” Emmett said. “Yes Emmett. It is.” Bella said. Amun walked into the room, his mate right beside him. “Benjamin isn’t here because he is looking for Tia. Tia is the one that’s missing.” Everyone looked at one another. “Heidi arrange a few guards and make Dimitri to try to find the scent of Felix again.” “Yes sir.” And with that Heidi left the room. “Yes to answer your non yet asked questions, Dimitri is unable to find the scent of Felix.” And Aro started to laugh like a maniac.

A few hours later Amun and Kebi, Siobhan and Maggie and all of the vegetarians were in the main room again. Jane, Alec and the three leaders were present in the room with them. “Dimitri wasn’t able to find Felix’s scent yet again. Alice have you seen any of the missing vampires in a vision?” Alice looked at Aro and replied. “I’m unable to see into the future of all the missing vampires. I can’t even get to see one second. It is like I get blocked by something.” “Like someone with a shield kinda gift.” Eleazar said. “Alice wanted to reply when the room started to shake. “What is happening!” Renesmee yelled. She was scared. Jacob was there too, he tried to comfort her just like Bella and Edward. A kind of portal, like some screen, appeared on the left of the room, replaced the left wall by the side of the entrance. Next to it came another portal and photo’s started to appear, with names and dates. Carmen was in the middle in the left row. Her eyes were pitch black, like she hadn’t drank in days. No wonder. She was already missing for three days. Carmen’s information appeared next to her picture. Above the pictures of all the vampires was written alive. In the row next to it was written dead.

Carmen Philipa Maria Vasquez Mendoza Nationality: Spanish, British Born: Spain, Gibraltar, 1700 Changed: England, battle of Gibraltar, 1727

“Carmen.” Eleazar said. “Poor Carmen.” Said Esme. That’s when a scene started to appear in the right portal like screen. All the missing vampires standing ready. The countdown began. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1…..

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Need//Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader 

Requested: No lmao I’m just bored

Summary: Fem!Reader texts Peter and things get a little steamy.

Word Count: 1797

Warnings: LANGUAGE, fluff? Kind of? poorly written smut, BUT STILL SMUT NONETHELESS, and i’m pretty sure there’s more but I forgot

A/N: I haven’t written in so long??? I actually forgot how to make sentences ??? I’m so sorry for this mess?? Please enjoy it tho?? ily. oh and Peter is suppose to be 18 here but he’s still a little awkward (:

My parents are out, come over ;) - Y/N

Peter’s thumb fiddled over the text bubble, unsure of what to say. On my way! omw ;) On my way? He didn’t want to seem desperate although of course he was. He had been suggesting the both of you finally move your relationship to the next step- politely of course- but he never really thought you would actually want to. Indecisive of what to actually do, he typed a quick “Get ready” and slipped out his window quietly so Aunt May wouldn’t hear. He ran different case scenarios the whole walk to your apartment; there was the one where he just walked in and made love to you, another in which he ripped any piece of clothing you had on and just fucked you, and then the one where he tried to convince you that your first time together should be sweet and not a booty call. He was very confused because he wanted you, every single atom in his body wanted you, and yet there was a tiny voice in the back of his head that said the two of you should wait.

He reached your front door without noticing. Normally he would’ve went in through the window but your parents weren’t home so there wasn’t a need to struggle. He knocked softly, the door instantly being opened by a smiling Y/N.

“Took you long enough,” you remarked, pulling him in by his sleeve. He closed the door with his foot, as you pulled on his collar to kiss him.

“Actually, um, Y/N” he said between kisses, “I was thinking maybe we could-”

You sighed, you already knew what he was going to say. We should wait.

“Peter, we’ve waited long enough. You’ve waited long enough.”

Peter frowned, “Y/N, it’s not about pleasing me. I just- I don’t know. It feels wrong, to you know… I mean, I would’ve loved to have rose petals on the floor, candles lit up, soft music playing somewhere for our first time… This just- it feels rushed.”

You smiled, Peter had always been a cheesy romantic. You, however, were not.

“Peter with all due respect my love, you need to stop thinking of us as characters in some movie. Our first time should be about loving one another, being together, not about the scenery.”

Peter’s eyes went wide as his mouth fell a bit open, “D-do you love me?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, “Always.”

You weren’t wasting time, you knew Peter loved you and you didn’t need to hear him say it. You pulled him in closer to deepen the kiss, running your fingers through his hair. His hands had been placed at your hips so you reached for them, grabbing them and placing them lower, signaling for him to lift you up. His body obliged, quickly and effortlessly lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing yourself against his crotch. He whimpered at the sensation, nearly losing his balance, and you tried not to laugh knowing it would only embarrass him.

Unknowingly, his feet walked the both of you to your room as he stumbled on a few objects here and there. However he knew your house like the back of his hand so finding your room wasn’t a hassle. He walked in, placing you on your bed. As soon as your back touched the mattress you tugged on his shirt suggesting he take it off. He tried to do it in a swift movement, which resulted in him getting stuck.

“Can you, uh, help me? Please…” You laughed, before pulling the shirt off his head.

He threw the shirt somewhere, dipping his head back down to kiss you. You were quick to flip him over, leaving you on top of him with a mischievous smile on your face. Your nails scratched at Peter’s chest, slowly moving up and out towards his arms. You grabbed a hold of his wrists, making his arms stretch as you leaned down to kiss him.

You gently bit on his lower lip, knowing it drove him extremely crazy. His chest began to rise, so you let go of his lip and went back to just kissing him. His mouth opened slightly and your tongue was quick to find his. As your tongues collided you moved your hands to Peter’s hair, making Peter sit up. He carefully removed your shirt, completely mesmerized at the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra. You knew he’d have a hard time removing it, so you simply decided against wearing one in the first place.

“Touch me.” you whispered, moving his hands to cup your breasts. “Please Peter, touch me.”

Peter couldn’t form sentences. He was tongue tied and he knew that if he even tried to say yes he’d fuck up and ramble on. So he just looked into your eyes, never breaking eye contact as he dipped his head to suck on your left nipple, using his hand to massage the right one. 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Peter’s wet tongue swirling around your breast. He wasn’t entirely sure how he knew what he was doing, but he did, and by the look on your face he could tell that he wasn’t doing a bad job. He continued to squeeze your right breast and suck on your left one until he suddenly stopped, only to switch sides and repeat his actions.The hand that had been massaging your left breast slowly dragged against your skin making it’s way down to the hem of your leggings. He was hesitant at first but he slowly moved his land lower, until it was touching the most intimate part of you. He began to rub his thumb against your clit, noticing the way your body reacted to the feeling. He continued his movements, inserting a finger inside of you at the same time. It was all too much: his mouth was locked on your right breast, his hand was touching you in ways you’ve never been touched, and you were just so close.

“Now Peter..” you rasp, “I need you now.”

Peter nodded, before realizing: “Y/N, I- I don’t have protection.” Peter’s thoughts were running wild, he felt so stupid!

“It’s okay, we don’t need it. I trust you.”

Peter, again, was tongue tied. He looked at you with wide eyes as he held his breath.

“Please, baby, I trust you.” I trust you. I trust you. I trust you. Peter smiled at you, “Okay..”

He flipped the two of you around, taking his jeans off as you took your leggings off. You could tell he was nervous and fuck so were you, but he looked so hot in the dim light and yeah your sex ed class always said you should use protection but you wanted him- no you needed him. He positioned himself in front of your entrance, asking once again if you were actually sure and then slowing pushed in. It wasn’t your first time having sex, which Peter knew, but it still hurt at first. Your body adjusted rather quickly though and Peter was grateful that he didn’t cause too much pain.

“Is it- is it okay? If I move?” He asks, worried he might hurt you.

“Wait-” You pulled Peter close to you, flipping him in the process, “Now it’s okay.”

The position you were in, with you straddling him as his member was inside of you was close enough to bring Peter to the edge; but he couldn’t do that, not to you. You slowly rolled your hips as he gently pushed in and out, completely lost in the feeling of your bodies finally touching one another. His hands were tight around your hips, while yours scratched at his chest. When he finally looked up at you, his eyes were filled with lust and love all at once.

He still couldn’t believe it, the way your bodies were moving in sync, with your breasts bouncing as his hips moved up. You couldn’t believe it either, the way his body looked underneath you. His skin seemed to be glistening and he looked so damn sexy, and despite him being inside you it wasn’t enough; you needed to be closer. You reached down to kiss him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. You knew it was his weakness, and you could tell it worked because his movements became faster and messier and it felt so fucking good. He was so close, and he knew it was rather embarrassing but he couldn’t help it because he had a beautiful girl on top of him and it was his first time with her.

“Y/N” Peter moaned into your kiss, “I’m-”

“Me” You gasped, “too.”

You knew Peter had to pull out, but you didn’t want him to. The feeling of him inside of you simply felt too good and you wanted every piece of him you could get. You could tell he was trying not to release every bit of him inside of you, but the thought of him doing so only drove you crazier.

“Y/N, baby I’m really- I don’t think- Y/N.”

“If it’s okay with you Peter,” You whispered, “ I want this.”

The countless consequences of this flood through Peter’s mind, but he wasn’t thinking with that mind right now. He sat up, holding you in a tight embrace as you both finished off in each other’s arms. The high was unexplainable; you couldn’t feel any part of your lower body and all Peter saw was little stars. It was euphoric and everything, if not more than what you both expected. It seemed never ending, and when it did the both of you wish it would’ve lasted longer. Your body was limp as you were wrapped around his waist, and his was too.

He gently laid you on your back, pulling the duvet over the both of you as he laid next to you. You shifted a little, cuddling against his side, and started to draw circles with your fingertips on his sticky chest.

“I can’t believe it took me this long to actually want to do this with you…”

Peter looks down on you, scooting closer to kiss you on the forehead. “I’m just glad we waited until you were ready. That’s all I want for you Y/N. To feel safe with me. To feel that you can trust me and that I’ll always be here for you regardless.” You began to drift off to sleep, but you knew Peter was still talking about how much he cares for you.

“I love you, by the way.” He whispered before you completely doze off.