#and older games being a bit harder to find
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
The only problem with older games is when a scene absolutely destroys you and there's not a single gifset. 🙃
#this is Mem's life#anyway I am So Normal about Estelle and Renne in Trails from Zero#by which I mean#really massively unwell because three 60-100hour games worth of angst taking another healing step#without healing fully yet#you have to give these games the sheer Commitment#anyway I've got a walkthrough up as a checklist to make sure I don't forget anything#and hilariously they're like 'if you played the other trails games you know x character!'#took me a while to realize they meant the third set of games#and not the first three#then they were like this character has a portrait! they must be important!#while I'm over here FRIEND#cause they were from the first games. XD#problems of not getting an English translation in proper order I suppose#and older games being a bit harder to find#anyway they didn't get the full emotional beat of the whole Renne side story#while I'm over here being destroyed because her Parents#Then Estelle Crying and then 180 ALLRIGHT LET'S FIND HER!#very Estelle. series you should go back to female main characters
0 notes
Text
Best I Ever Had
Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!reader | w/c: 2.3k
Summary: Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.
Content/Warnings: Reader is able-bodied, no physical descriptions. Feminine perception of reader and feminine pet names (Joel calls you mama and babygirl), but no pronouns used. Reader's a fucking badass and can hold their own fights (probably Joel's too, tbh). Slight description of reader getting physical/violent with another person (bby has some anger issues). Established relationship. Implied age gap (exact number unspecified). A bit of insecure Joel. 18+ MDNI! Dom!reader !! Sub!Joel !!!! P in V unprotected. Slight breeding kink (reader just likes being filled, no children talk). Joel has a fast refractory period (don't think too much on it, just enjoy). Definitely some overstimulation. Cockwarming. Riding..straddling.. Teasing. Begging. Edging. Sloppy making out. Multiple orgasms. Please let me know if there’s anything I missed that should be up here!
A/N: Some get post-nut clarity, but I get post-nut lust. This was the product of that. Hope you enjoy, my angels. Thank you @honeyedmiller for beta’ing 🩶 also I picture both game Joel or hbo Joel, so it’s entirely up to you what you wanna visualize ;)
masterlist | notifs blog
It was a busy night at the Tipsy Bison. Everyone was out. Everyone was mingling, getting to know each other. As if it wasn’t a small town already, but hey, it wouldn’t hurt to make sure you really knew the people living in this little forever-town.
Except, Joel was not one to mingle—especially on nights like tonight. Tommy insisted that he come, it’ll be nice, he tried to reason.
He eventually agreed. Not because of Tommy, though, but because of you.
You knew Joel was a certified grump, through and through. And you love Joel, you really do. But the post-apocalyptic world caused you to react differently than your man. Yeah, you’ve become tougher, harder to break, harder to trust. However, you crave any sense of normalcy you can find. So on occasion, you like to go out and get to know the people of the town. You like human interaction.
And when they say opposites attract, the saying couldn’t have been more true. Joel was absolutely smitten the day he met you. It’s been a long time coming between you two—with his vulnerability, or lack thereof, and his initial unwillingness to accept that he can finally relax and unclench his jaw—but you’re together now, stronger than ever, and everything is worth it.
You are worth it.
Which is exactly why all you needed was to give one raise of your brow during his protesting before Joel promptly shuts his lips and takes a defeated breath, fixing his answer to Tommy. “Oh, hell. Alright, brother, we’ll be there.”
And to be quite honest, Joel would go as far to say that tonight’s little get together was actually decent for once. That is, until he sees you waiting on the bartender for his beer and your old-fashioned, and a man—a boy—approaches you.
“Hey,” you heard a voice beside you say. Not realizing it was meant for you, your attention stays on the bartender. Still, the voice persists. “I was thinking, uh-” you look at the guy then, eyes staring him down in a way he perceives as a challenge.
He clears his throat. “I was thinking I could buy you a drink?”
“No, I’m good,” you say shortly. The bartender comes up to you, pulling you away from the guy’s feeble attempt at flirting. You tell the bartender your order, and before you can take another moment to speak, the guy pipes up.
“Put it on my tab,” he smirks triumphantly, taking a closer step to you.
You pull yourself away on instinct— out of disgust, but your eyes stay trained on his gaze. You’re pissed, but this naïve little boy has no idea. Both of what you're capable of and what the older man, your older man, across the bar is capable of.
“Thanks,” you smile, “my boyfriend’s gonna appreciate the free drink,” you tell the guy, turning to Joel and giving him a sweet smile. You’ve been feeling his stare the second this waste of space walked up to you.
Joel would pounce if you told him to. He knows you can handle yourself, though, and you confirm it through that pretty smile you flash him. He can’t deny the way his cock twitches at the way this scene is unfolding. Part of him is begging for the guy to try something more, to test you—to unleash you.
The guy scoffs the second he sees Joel. “That old man is your boyfriend? Come on, baby,” his hand reaches for the crook of your elbow. “You can do so much better than that,” he taunts.
And that was the something more you needed. Immediately your hand takes hold of his wrist, twisting the man to face the bar in a rough fashion as you lean him over the bar counter, his arm twisted behind his back, shoulder ready to snap out of his socket with the tiniest of movements.
“Wanna say that again?” You seethe, knocking the breath from his lungs as you push him into the wooden counter.
“I said—”
He’s cut off by his own high-pitched scream. You push his arm higher, a sharp pain shooting through every nerve center in the guy’s arm.
“Sweetheart,” a southern twang says softly, but it’s not your man. Tommy. “I know he probably deserves it, darlin’, but it’s not worth it,” he says, not wanting to aggravate you more. Everyone knows not to test you.
Well, apparently not everyone.
You roll your eyes, knowing Tommy’s just trying to keep up the liveliness of tonight. “Fine,” you mutter. Leaning closer into the guy, you whisper into his ear. “Talk about my fuckin’ man like that again, and I’ll snap your shoulder so fuckin’ hard, Jackson’s doctors won’t even know what to do with ya. Ya hear me?” You’re not from the South, and before the outbreak, you’ve never even been. But get angry enough, and Joel’s twang possesses you.
You release the crying boy with a shove, and you back up, wanting to pull yourself away from the situation. Your back is met with something hard, and immediately you know who it is. You soften in his touch as his arms immediately wrap around your waist. “You alright, babygirl?” Joel rasps in your ear. You can feel his fucking hard-on pressed against your back.
The guy looks at you and Joel, chest still heaving as his face turns into disgust, a fuck you muttered under his breath, an aftertaste of jealousy on his lips.
Smiling wildly at the guy in front of you, you snake your hand up to wrap around Joel’s jaw before you turn your head back and tilt your head up, pulling Joel into an open-mouthed kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth as he eagerly sucks it, lapping up your spit. He groans into you, his arms pulling you impossibly tighter into him.
You pull away with a harsh nip to his lip, feeding off the little whimper Joel lets out. “Baby,” he whines.
You look back to the guy, and the silent audience you’ve accumulated. “Come on, cowboy,” you breathe. “I’m not done with you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies happily, spinning you two around and walking out with you still pressed against him.
The bar stays quiet after a beat. Tommy’s hand slaps the bar counter before he speaks. “Well. Get the music goin’ unless y’all wanna hear ‘em goin’ at it all night!” The bar roars in laughter, the music coming back to life.
Before returning back to Maria, Tommy turns to the guy. “You. Out.”
He scrambles without looking back.
“Oh my God, baby.”
“Fuck— I- I can’t, baby, I can’t hold it much longer, baby, I need to come.”
“Just one more second, baby.”
“Mama, please,” he cries out, his head lolling from side to side on his sweat-soaked pillow as you grind your hips into his pelvis, lifting yourself on and off him every other moment. His hands hold onto your hips, not in a way to control your movement but to simply feel you.
“Oh, come on, be a good boy for me, baby,” you moan, your hand fixing itself onto his jaw to make him look at you. “Just wanna feel you twitch inside me a little bit more ‘fore you make a mess inside me, okay?”
“Oh, fuck— yes, yes, mama, yes, okay,” he rambles, trying his hardest to breathe through the pleasurable pain as you take and take and take.
A particular grind sends your back arching, his pubes soaked in your arousal nudging perfectly against your clit, sending an electric pulse up your spine. You cry out in ecstasy, your climax hitting you instantly. “Oh fuck, oh shit- fuckfuckfuck, baby, come with me— come inside me, baby, fucking fill me,” you nearly scream, hoping that boy can hear you now.
“Shit, baby, oh my God- fuck- I’m coming, mama, holy fuck- I-” he stutters, his thigh muscles shaking underneath you as you bounce on him through his climax, the mix of his spend with yours bouncing lewdly across the walls of your shared bedroom.
Your hips come to a slow but never stop, your chest heaving as you lean down to bring your lips to Joel. You let them ghost across his lips, but you don’t let them touch. He knows better not to chase it, not yet, anyway. He can still feel you fuming.
You can do so much better than that.
“Can you fucking believe him?” You whisper against his lips, barely audible yet fucking scary nonetheless.
Joel thinks that boy is right, deep down. Even though he���d never want you to leave him, and you’d never want him to leave you. Joel thinks that there’s a crumb of moral rightness in that statement. But he keeps that to himself.
Nevertheless, you know Joel like the back of your hand. He doesn’t need to utter a lick of anything to you. You already know what he’s thinking.
“Joel,” you say again. “I asked you a question.”
All questions must be answered.
Fuck.
“Y-yeah, baby,” he rumbles, too distracted by the comments from the bar, but mainly still caught up in the way his softening come-covered cock is still nestled inside of you.
You sit up now. A whine leaves his throat at the movement. “So you do believe him?”
Only then does he realize what he said. His eyes shoot up to yours. “W-wait, no, baby, ‘m sorry, no. No, I don’t believe him, baby,” he panics.
You quirk your eyebrow at him.
“The fuckin’ audacity on ‘em,” he adds for good measure.
You’re silent for a beat. Then—
“You’re lying.”
Joel’s heart starts to race. “No, baby. Please. Mama, I’m not lyin’,” he tries.
Still straddling his hips, you grab onto his bicep, pulling upward. He gets the hint and sits up. He’s still inside you, his cock slowly growing to full mast again the longer you sit here.
You’re face to face now. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, your arms tightly around his neck.
“Look me in my eye,” you whisper, “and tell me you’re the best I ever had.”
Joel audibly gulps.
Slow— so slow, your hips begin to move again. A breathy little moan escapes your mouth, and he lunges forward for you, his tongue dancing along the tip of yours, swallowing your breath. You allow it.
“Tell me,” you groan into his mouth, practically swallowing his tongue as you shallowly bounce yourself on him.
“Baby,” he whines, getting lost in this dance of heat and sweat he’s become utterly addicted to.
You break yourself away from his mouth, not allowing him the option to reach for you anymore. He pulls back, eyes wild and sad. His mouth turned down into a literal pout.
“My poor baby,” you mutter. “Tell me what I wanna hear,” you say again. “Or you’re not getting my lips nor are you coming for the rest of the night,” you tell him, switching back into your grinding motion to stimulate your sensitive bud, letting him feel the way your pussy flutters around him.
“Baby,” he begs again as you grind, your warmth forcing him to another climax. Please don’t make me say it, he’s trying to convince you.
Your fingers find their home at the base of his salt and pepper curls, tugging them in warning. “Tell. Me.”
You force his body down to lay flat on the bed again, towering over him, allowing your body the space to lift yourself off of him, only his tip inside of you. He takes a sharp breath in, knowing what’s coming.
You drop yourself down on him, fucking yourself on his cock at a bruising pace. You grab his hands and drag them up to your chest, wrapping his thick digits around you encouraging him to squeeze.
“Fuck- mama, I’m gonna—”
“No the fuck you’re not, baby,” you moan, lost in the pleasure but still rightfully in charge. “Swear to God, Joel, gonna leave you fucking swollen and pulsing for a fucking week— oh fuck,” you cut yourself off, a familiar sensation building at the base of your spine, sending you convulsing around his length yet again.
Joel’s eyes clamp shut, finally giving into your request so he can finally let go. “I— shit, I’m the—” a rugged moan forces itself out, “—the best you ever had, mama, please, the fuckin’ best, baby,” he cries out, his hips bucking up into you as he covers every inch of you with his spend.
“Shit,” you moan, his words affecting you a lot more than you anticipated, your hips doing overtime, unable to find it within you to stop even as he begins to soften. “Yes, fuck, that’s my boy, shit—” you breathe, “—the fucking best, always make me feel so fucking good, baby.”
His hands finally use their strength, trying his best to slow you with ease, his nerves reaching the point of painful overstimulation. “Alright, baby, alright,” he winces.
Recognizing his limits, you immediately begin to slow, lowering yourself onto his heaving chest. You let him slip out of you this time, giving him an actual break. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his chest.
“For what, baby?” Joel responds with a kiss into your head.
“Did I go too far?”
He couldn’t help the belly laugh that shakes the both of you. You immediately sit back up, your hands on his chest to keep your limp body up. “What?” you glare at him.
“Too far? Which part, darlin’? Nearly breakin’ that guy’s shoulder or my dick?”
A belly laugh erupts out of you this time. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you respond. “...Both.”
“Mmm…” Joel puts on a fake thinking face. “Maybe to the former, but not at all to the latter,” he hums, his hands finding the back of your head to pull you in for a chaste kiss.
You hum into his lips, a smile stretching across your cheeks.
Resting your head on his chest, you let a few moments pass before you speak again. “Tommy’s not gonna invite us to another one of those, huh?”
“Probably not, mama,” he smiles. “Probably not.”
I’d love to hear what you think!! Any feedback or interactions with you all truly brightens my day. So so so much love for you all. Thank you for being here 🩶
I cannot get myself to write for Joel or for TLOU without mentioning the horrors occurring in Palestine. Please check out the links in my navigation + bio to learn about the situation in Palestine and also learn about some ways in which you can help🇵🇸. Reading and interacting with those links takes 5 minutes of your time at the bare minimum.
graphics by @saradika-graphics (middle divider in fic by me)
#endless thoughts fics#pedro pascal#pedrohub#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#smut#pedrostories#one shot#fic#smut fic#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel x reader#joel miller fluff#joel miller one shot#joel miller x female reader#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#tlou smut
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it
hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here
whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character
lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit
stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.
tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.
you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.
your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.
a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.
“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.
your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.
“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”
you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.
“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.
“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.
“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.
his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.
“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”
“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.
you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.
offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.
“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.
“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.
your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.
“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”
you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.
“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.
your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.
your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.
“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”
you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.
“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.
“well, i did warn you.”
“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.
he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.
his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.
a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.
“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.
“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.
“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.
you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.
“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.
“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.
his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.
he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.
a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.
“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.
“y’said you wanted to cum, yeah?”
ahhh, i did it ! y’guys proud of me? ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა
#xo . kitoshii#sub male reader#bottom male reader#bottom gn reader#bottom reader#bunny hybrid#dom male character#dom top character#sub gn reader#mlm nsft#knotting cw#feminization cw#breeding cw#wolf hybrid#sub nsft#top jjk#top cod#top gojo
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
reo's younger sister!reader x pro!nagi!!! after a major argument with father dearest, you decide that this is it! you are going to strike it out on your own! and by strike it out on your own, you mean not outright depending on your family. this means you're totally fine with reo venmo'ing you thousands of dollars so you can sustain your way of living, but you still stubbornly refuse to live with him despite the fact that he's always away to play soccer, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. but nooo, you just have a bit too much pride to 100% rely on the love of your brother.
apparently, it's hard to find a decent apartment to match your standards (and give you the closet space you crave), so you decide to seek out someone you're comfortable enough with to bum off of while not feeling too bad about it: your older brother's best friend, nagi.
you're not the greatest at domestic activities, but you convince him that you'll gladly cook and keep the apartment clean if he lets you stay there. by that, you mean you can order takeout and hire someone to spruce up the place. nagi can't be bothered to do these things for himself most days, so he agrees.
you get the freedom of living away from your family, and nagi finds that his life is easier. until being roommates with you is decidedly making his life harder. you walk around the apartment in skimpy pajamas, and nagi pretends not to notice. he pretends not to recognize the scent of your lotion and shampoo, or how he's going through the hassle of ordering refills for your skincare when he notices that your bottles in the bathroom are nearing empty. he goes through the trouble of explaining every video game's instructions to you because you decide you want to play with him when he comes home from practice, but you never listen and just smash random keys, and he pretends that you won at mario kart and smash bros fair and square even though he let you win (he never lets anyone win; it has to be earned. but when you look so excited and get all happy because you "beat him", what else is he supposed to do?) when you get a fashion internship but don't come home at your usual time, nagi — nagi who doesn't waste any movement, doesn't like to go through any sort of trouble — starts moving quickly. he's panicking. the driver of the private car he requested won't pick him up in time, and he decides that he'll make it faster if he runs to the office you work at.
it turns out, you haven't left because there's a strange man loitering outside the office; the same one who keeps catcalling you, and you got too scared to leave once work was finished. nagi walks you home, wasting his breath to lecture you on how you should've just called him to pick you up.
"i didn't want you to go out of your way to help me." you mumble, ignoring the way nagi reflexively pulls your body close to his so you can avoid something on the sidewalk.
"it wouldn't be a hassle for me." he tells you, not mentioning that anything concerning you is never too much for him.
(he walks you home every night.)
#seishiro nagi x reader#nagi x reader#NO I WANNA WRITE A FULL FIC FOR THIS SO BAD U DON'T UNDERSTAND#NAGI BEING AN ACTS OF SERVICE KIND OF GUY IS SO SPECIAL TO ME
522 notes
·
View notes
Text
They literally put Edwin through every possible gay-romance trope but made it realistic and that's so special to me like
we got the "probably former friend can't handle feelings and turns into bully instead" but it doesn't end with them, making up and being happy, they break apart, things escalate and they both suffer from that situation for a major part of their existence. With a bit of luck and a LOT of growing they manage to talk it out and the victim finds it in himself to forgive his bully but it's never going to be truly fine. But even though they both suffer tremendously, they are faced to deal with themselves in the process and find a kind of peace they wouldn't have gotten otherwise. Because maybe it's better to hurt for a long time only to realise that it really doesn't have to be torture to be the way you are and finally freeing yourself entirely than quietly live without the conflict but also without the realisation and resenting yourself for its entirety.
then there's the situation with the cat king. Older, emotionally unstable guy obsesses over younger inexperienced guy who actually understands him and causes some sort of gay awakening. But instead of some "I can fix him" bullshit with them, ending up happily ever after because "they're the only ones who understand each other"TM we get to see Edwin set boundaries and standing up for himself which benefits the both of them. For Edwin this ends in going "Hey thank you for opening that door to discovering that part of myself but I'm actually gonna have to leave you at the doorstep now" and for the cat king it ends up with him actually feeling seen because for once somebody didn't fall for his probably usual game of "I'm bored so I'm going to make a game of getting that guy to do what i want by seducing him". The fact that they don't end up together is the reason they were good for each other.
Also the situation with Monty which is basically the experience of a lot of queer peoples first relationship. They meet and they're both somehow new to all of this. Being queer, relationships, all that stuff. And they get along and share some interests, they like soending time with each other and technically it's like in a romance book because they meet and one of them is immediately interested and then they talk and they sit on a swingset and they kiss. And there's the excitement about "apparently I'm making my first experience with romance right now" and the worry of "I'm queer...I have it harder with relationships...what if this is the best option i have? what if it's the only one?" so they go through all the romance book tropes but the spark simply isn't there and it ends in one of them getting way more invested tha the other and they eventually end up breaking up in blood. But in a way both of them got an idea about what they actually want in life out of it so even if that sone didn't end well, it did give them something.
And last but not least the "in love with best friend who likes someone else/someone of the opposite gender specifically" but instead of having that best friend be secretly in love with the character all along or suddenly turn homophobic and the friendship being ruined they talk about it and they move on and the friendship isn't damaged and in a way it might even be better because sometimes our feelings are unrequited and sometimes that's okay.
I just really really love how the show took all of those options for cheesy and in a way sometimes even forced romance tropes and went "hey, life is not a romance novel but actually that kind of makes it better because look where it got you now"
442 notes
·
View notes
Text
Injured VIII
Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader
Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader
Summary: There's an emergency
"Alexia...Alexia...Alexia!"
Alexia comes back into consciousness slowly. It's still dark out and her alarm clock proclaims it to be nearly two in the morning.
Olga is standing over the bed and even in the dim light, Alexia can tell something is wrong. Olga is saying something but Alexia is still waking up and only tunes in at the very end.
"-Already called Jenni. She's going to meet us there."
Alexia sits up, rubbing her eyes. "Meet us there? Jenni? What's going on?"
She flicks on the bedside light. Olga is still in her pyjamas but she's wearing her coat over the top and a pair of shoes. She's got Jaume on her hip.
He's got old little red pinpricks all over his neck and arms.
"Is that chickenpox?"
"No," Olga says, babbling at rapid speed as she shoves the sheets off Alexia's body," I thought it was but I saw some article on my feed about how to make sure it's not anything else and-"
"Olga? What is going on?"
"I think it's meningitis," Olga finally says," And we need to take him to the hospital."
Alexia's up like a shot, hopping around on one foot as she grabs the first set of shoes she can find. "It can't be," She denies," We got him vaccinated. I remember it!"
"That's what I thought!" Olga says back," But the rash doesn't go away when I press a glass to it and you know how he's been lately!"
Alexia nods, pulling on a Barca issued jacket. She pauses as she moves. "Bambi," She murmurs before raising her voice," Shit, Bambi! She was running a bit hot after her ballet class. But I just assumed it was all the movement. My phone...Where's my phone? I need to-"
"I used it to call Jenni," Olga says as they both go running out the door," She's going to meet us there."
She and Olga get there well before you and Jenni do.
Jaume is taken to get a spinal tap but the doctor is confident that it's meningitis so puts him on antibiotics as soon as the procedure is done.
"I don't understand," Alexia says," My kids are vaccinated! Both of them! They're up to date. I took Bambi to all of her boosters! Jaume's scheduled for another one when he hits a year!"
"Sometimes vaccines aren't one hundred percent effective," The doctor says, clearly used to calming enrage parents," What matters is that you saw it and you got him in tonight. The spinal tap should confirm the diagnosis but we've already got him on an IV." The doctor turns to leave before stopping. "You've got another child?"
Alexia's head frantically nods. "Yes. A girl. She's four. She's being brought in now."
The doctor nods, scribbling something on his clipboard. "As soon as she's here, have someone page me. Older children find it harder to stay still for the spinal tap. I'll contact anaesthesia and get someone to bring a mask."
Alexia's head changes from nodding to shaking furiously. "No!" She says it a bit louder than she meant to that even Olga looks shocked.
"It'll be better," Olga tries to explain," If they put her to sleep-"
"No, I mean..." Alexia shakes her head, the words spilling out of her mouth naturally. "She's allergic! To Isoflurane! That's the gas anaesthesia, right? Right?"
She looks around wildly as the doctor's face turns grim.
"I'll get some local," The doctor says," I know we made you wait outside for Jaume but it would be best if you came in for your daughter, if we're only using local, to keep her calm."
It's a waiting game until Jenni arrives with you and Alexia finds herself doom scrolling. She's dived into whatever article she can find on meningitis in children and the more she reads, the worse she feels.
They're yet to be allowed into see Jaume as the staff work to get him a bit more comfortable but Alexia can see him through the window and he's completely passed out asleep.
"I didn't know y/n was allergic to anything," Olga says softly.
Alexia laughs. It's more a nervous chuckle than anything else. "I don't even think Jenni does. My father was allergic. It skipped me and Alba but I wanted to check for Bambi, just in case."
"It's a good thing you did," Olga says.
Alexia looks down at her phone. "Where are they? They should be here by now."
"They'll be here soon. It's going to be okay."
It takes another ten minutes for you and Jenni to arrive.
You look infinitely worse than Jaume. The rash is completely obvious, taking over your whole body and Jenni looks just as distressed.
It takes another ten for the doctor to return.
You don't understand what's going on. Your Ma-Jenni woke you up super early before the sun has come up. She didn't get you dressed or brush your hair how you like it.
She didn't explain much at all...or, anything really. She just put you in the car and didn't say anything.
You'd tried to ask but your throat felt all scratchy and your tummy hurt.
All you know now is that you're at the hospital with Ma-Jenni, Mami and Miss Olga. There's a strange man with cold fingers that takes your shirt from you and makes you curl up on your side.
"Ma-Jenni?" You ask, trembling," What's going on?"
"Ssh, Bambi," Ma-Jenni says. Her tone is harsh, harsher than you've ever heard her speak to you and your tummy ties itself in a knot at her words.
You can hear the strange man talking nonsense to the adults and your eyes go wide at the tray of tools that's wheeled in. They look pointy and sharp, like the tools from that silly doctor show that Tia Alba likes.
You suck in a harsh breath when you feel a pinch at your back. You yelp and instantly try to wiggle away.
"No!" You cry," No! Off! Stop it! I don't want to! I don't want to!"
You force yourself to uncurl. You don't want this strange man touching your back. He makes it hurt and you got want any more of his sharp tools in your skin.
There's a grip on your legs though, forcing them back into position. You turn your head to look at who's got you against your will.
It's Ma-Jenni.
Her grip is firm and hard as she forces your kicking legs still. One of her arms has clamped them together, forcing them to stop moving while her other hand is on your hip, forcing your down onto the table until you're immobile.
You want her hands off you. Ma-Jenni has big hands that are perfect to hold you but not like this, never like this. You don't want her touching you like this.
"Ma-Jenni," You sob," Stop it! Stop it, please! Please!"
She doesn't stop though, merely readjusts her grip and pushes you down further until you well and truly can't move your bottom half.
"Stop it!" You continue to say," Stop it, Mama! Mama, stop!"
Hands curve around your shoulders and these are familiar hands too.
Mami's hands are perfect to hold in yours. They're always warm and they always hold you so gently. But now they've got your arms pinned to your chest and are forcing your shoulders firmly into the examination bed.
"Mami," You cry," Please stop. Mami, please. I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mami! Stop!"
Mami's lips ghost your hairline. "I'm sorry, Bambi," She says, her voice a whisper that you can barely hear over your panic," I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay. You just need to be still. I'm sorry."
You can't move and the strange man is doing things to your back. You can't feel any pain but you can feel pressure and you can feel when he sticks something beneath your skin where things aren't supposed to go.
The only thing you can do is move your eyes and they focus on Miss Olga, the only adult in the room that's not actively hurting you.
"Miss Olga," You sob," Make them stop."
Her eyes nervously dart to the door like she wants to run away but she doesn't. She steps closer to where the adults are holding you, crouching down until your heads are almost the same height.
"I'm so sorry," She says to you," It's going to be okay, I promise. They're just making sure you're healthy."
"Miss Olga, please," You reply. You try to kick out your legs but Ma-Jenni just grips them more tightly," I'm sorry. I can be good. I can be better!"
"Hey," She says softly when your eyes dart towards your Mami," You are being so good. There's no one being better. Do you know what's going on?"
"No."
"You're very sick," Miss Olga speaks gently to you and brushes away a portion of hair that's covering your eyes," And we need to know what's wrong. Do you remember a few months ago when we came here and they put a needle in my arm?"
You do remember that. It was on one of hospital visits that you went on to see baby Jaume in Miss Olga's belly. They took some of her blood that appointment.
"They takin' my blood?" You ask shakily.
"They're taking a little bit of fluid from your back," Miss Olga explains," And they're going to test that for the illness they think you have. Like how they took my blood to make sure I was healthy."
You sniffle.
Mami and Ma-Jenni's hands are like shackles around your limbs, wrapped around your flesh and unwilling to even give you an inch.
"I'm scared," You whisper.
"That's okay," Olga whispers back," It's always okay to be a little scared. But you're doing so well. You're being such a brave girl. I'm sure it won't be much longer now."
You can feel the thing in your back moving and you try to shift with it but Ma-Jenni's hand clamps down on your hip and anchors you to it so you can't move again, not even a little rock back and forth.
"Hey," Olga says, pulling your attention away from what's happening at your back," Your Mami told me that you've moved up in ballet. I'm sure it's so much fun."
"It is."
"That's great! Do you want to tell me about it?"
Actually, you find that you do what to tell Olga about your ballet. Your words come out stilted and stuttered but you force them out of your mouth.
Olga smiles at you. She's got a pretty smile, you think. Mami must really love girls with pretty smiles.
"That sounds so cool," Olga says to you," You must be so talented." She leans a bit closer to you and you don't even feel the man taking the pointy thing out of your back. "Hey, maybe when you're all better, you can show me some moves. Only if you'd like to."
You duck your head down as the hands slowly leave your body. "Yes, please."
You're rolled onto your back but you keep your head tilted to look at Olga.
You don't know much about her apart from the fact that she's marrying your Mami and they had baby Jaume together.
Mami and Ma-Jenni are still talking to the doctor so you can fully focus on Olga.
She and baby Jaume look alike, you think. They've got the same eyes and nose and face shape. You think that baby Jaume might get her pretty smile when he's older too.
Her hand is gently resting on the side of your bed and you very gently move your own until your fingers are touching.
She hasn't got big hands like how Mami and Ma-Jenni's are big but they're still bigger than yours. They're safe too. You know this because she's never once dropped baby Jaume, even when she once tripped over and fell on her butt. She didn't drop Jaume once.
She smiles her pretty smile and you smile too, not even noticing when the nurse hooks you up to an IV.
"Hey, Bambi," Mami says," Everything's going to be okay now. I'm so-"
You stubbornly don't look at her and she frowns.
"Bambi?" Ma-Jenni asks," How's your back?"
You don't even deign her with an answer. It's still early and you're very tired. You don't want to talk to them, not when they pinned you down like that.
"I'm sorry," The nurse says," But I'm going to have ask you all to leave. The legal guardians can sleep over but that's all."
You don't know what legal guardians means but you do know that Ma-Jenni isn't one. She lives in Mexico for most of the year so she can't be your guardian because you don't live there with her.
She looks like she's going to argue but she doesn't. She reaches to give you a kiss on the forehead but you flinch away and she stops before her lips can press against your skin.
"I love you, Bambi," She says," And I'll be back to see you as early as I can."
You don't answer her.
It's just Olga and Mami left.
"I'm going to go sit with Jaume," Olga says and you frown.
"Jaume's sick too? Did I get him sick?" Your bottom lip wobbles.
"No, of course not." Olga says firmly," You and Jaume just got sick at the same time. It's very sad but it does happen."
"Really?"
"Yes." She heads to the door. "I hope you feel much better later. Maybe, if you feel up to it, you can tell me about your trains? Your Mami says that you love them a lot."
You nod. "Yes."
Then, it's just you and Mami left.
The nurse has set up a little bed next to yours for Mami to sleep on.
Mami seems a little nervous with you, pulling at the sleeves of her pyjama shirt. She looks at you.
You look at her.
You only saw her a few days again, when you painted pottery together and you asked her if you were wanted.
Mami doesn't sit in her bed, she pulls up a chair next to yours. She tries to reach for your hand but you pull it away before she can touch you, cradling it against your chest as you stare.
"Bambi," She begins before shaking her head and stopping. She takes a few moments before opening her mouth again. "I'm very, very sorry."
Those weren't the words that you were expecting.
You still don't answer though. If you blink, you can still feel her phantom hands over your body and the iron grip she had on your limbs.
She scoots the chair closer.
"I love you so much and I'm so sorry that you're sick."
She looks like she wants to say more but you don't really want her to keep talking.
"Bambi, I...I have not been a very good Mami to you," Alexia has to force the words out of her throat even if you give no indication that you can hear her," And I'm very, very sorry."
You still don't say anything. You just lie on your back with your eyes wide open.
"I'm sorry for what happened at home and I'm sorry for what a few-"
"I'm tired, Mami," You say, your voice quiet and exhausted.
"Right," Alexia says, scolding herself inwardly at keeping you up. It's still the middle of the night. "You go to sleep, Bambi. I'll be right here if you need me."
The stress of everything tonight seems to knock you out quickly but Alexia doesn't move to her own bed. She doesn't move. She doesn't sleep. She just stays in that seat even as a nurse pops their head in to confirm that both you and Jaume have bacterial meningitis.
A week hospital visit and IV's full of antibiotics is what awaits you both, baring any complications.
Jenni returns as soon as visiting hours begin again, pulling Alba and Eli in tow.
Eli diverts briefly to check on Olga and Jaume while Jenni and Alba come straight to you. You're still asleep when they arrive, lying on your back with a cannula in your hand to administer your medication.
"You look exhausted," Alba says in greeting, handing off a cup of to-go coffee to her sister," Did you sleep at all?"
"No." Alexia continues to stare at you, focussed on the soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep.
"I'm surprised you're still here," Alba continues and, for once, her tone isn't biting. She seems genuinely surprised. "Haven't you got training?"
"I called off for the week," Alexia replies," And next week. It's more than enough time for them both to recover."
"You're taking time off?" Alba looks even more surprised than before. "Like, actually?"
Alexia doesn't know why that's so confusing. "Of course. My kids are sick. They need to be looked after."
Alba's mouth opens and closes a few times before she settles on something to say," How is Jaume?"
"Good, better. The doctors said that it's good we caught it when we did. The longer the rash is there for, the worse he could have gotten. It came up last night. We caught here as quick as we could."
Alexia's glad for that. She has no idea what could have happened, how much worse Jaume could have gotten if they had left it a few hours, let alone a few days.
Jenni is strangely silent at her words, reaching out to gently brush some of your hair out of your face.
"How long of a hospital stay?" Alba asks.
"About a week for both of them. The doctors said that they're going to do a hearing test with Bambi in a few days and then four weeks after she's recovered."
"And Jaume?"
"The same," Alexia confirms," Olga is with him now."
"Mama's with her," Alba says," We picked her up on the way."
There's a rustle of sheets as you blink awake. A yawn takes over your whole face as you wake up.
Mami, Ma-Jenni and Tia Alba are all looking at you and you pull your blankets up until they're over your nose.
You don't like the fact that Mami and Ma-Jenni are in the same room together. You can still feel their weights on you, pinning you to the bed as you struggled to get free.
You don't want them here. Not within arms length of you, in case they take your top away again and pin you down.
"Tia," You croak out and Alba pushes past Ma-Jenni to take your hand.
"You're not looking too good there, Bambi," Tia Alba says," How are you feeling?"
"Is Jaume still sick too?"
"He's getting a lot better. Your Abuela and Olga are with him now."
"Is Abuela and Olga going to get sick too?"
"No, don't be silly. Adults don't get sick like that." Tia Alba's teasing you. She's putting on a silly voice and it shocks a little giggle out of you. "I'm sure once your Abuela is done with baby Jaume then she'll be right in to see you."
"And Olga too?"
Alexia goes rigid in her seat. "Olga doesn't have to come in if you don't want her to."
You don't even acknowledge she's talking to you.
"No one has to come in that you don't want to," Jenni promises you but you don't give any indication that you heard her either.
"Olga thinks that I'm talented," You say to Tia Alba," She asked me about my ballet and my trains. She wanted to know more. Did you bring any of my trains?"
The bag on Jenni's shoulder is passed off to Alba. She digs through it, pulling out a spare change of clothes as well as a few model trains that had been shoved in there this morning.
"I want to show Olga my trains," You say," When she's done with baby Jaume." You run your trains over the bed, making little chugging noises with your mouth.
"I think that's a great idea, Bambi," Alexia says but you don't answer.
You haven't acknowledged her or Jenni since you woke up and it's put her on edge. Even when you were scared a few days ago, you still acknowledged her.
But your focus is purely on Alba but even that is hit and miss.
Whenever Alba reaches out to play trains with you, you flinch away. You look up at her in shock each time before glancing back down at your arms as if you can't believe you flinched.
"How are you feeling, Bambi?" Eli asks as she comes in.
You shrug and raise your hand. "They put a thing in my hand."
"They put one in your brother's too," Eli says," It's to give you your medicine."
"Did they put the thing in Jaume's back too?"
Eli nods. "They did."
Your eyes are haunted as you stare at her. "Did they pin him down too?"
Whatever bubble that the room was in bursts and Eli notices the way Alexia and Jenni both exchange a wide eyed look, like two little children caught red handed.
Eli has to think over her words carefully. "You're both very sick," She settles on eventually," Do you know why they had to put something in your back?"
You parrot back the words Olga told you and Abuela nods.
"That's right," She says.
"Olga says I was very brave even though I was crying."
"I'm sure you were the bravest little girl in the world," Abuela kisses your forehead but her lips feel too much like Mami and Ma-Jenni's and suddenly you can feel their hands on you again.
You kick your legs out and move your arms to shake the phantom hands off and they're gone as quickly as they appeared.
"Alexia, Jenni," Abuela says," Can I talk to you out in the hall?"
As they all leave, you look through the windows of your room.
Olga is lingering outside, looking into your room every so often before looking away.
"Tia Alba," You say," Can I still show Olga my trains?"
"Should I bring her in here?"
"Yes, please."
Ma-Jenni and Mami stay outside with Abeula for a long time but you don't even notice.
You've never talked with Olga like this before, not really. There had been a few moments when she was pregnant with baby Jaume where you watched things together and you helped her cook but you had never been like this with her before.
You hand her one of your trains and smile when she plays with you, gently moving the trains around your bed together.
"Is Jaume going to be okay?" You ask her because she's Jaume's mami and she knows things like that.
"He's going to be just fine," She promises you," And so are you. Just a few more days."
"I'm going to miss ballet," You say," That's bad. Mami never misses her training so I shouldn't miss mine."
"Your Mami's missing training now," Olga says," And she's missing it until you get healthy again. That's what you should focus on. Getting healthy again so you can go back to ballet."
"Mami is missing training? Why?"
"Because she wants to make sure you're okay," Olga says," Because she loves you."
You don't believe her but Olga looks very serious so you think that she must think that's true.
"Olga," You say," I'm hungry. When's lunch?"
She laughs a little bit about your blatant change of subject. "A few hours still," She says," How about I go to the shop and get you a snack?"
Olga slips out into the hallway where Eli is still lecturing Jenni and Alexia about their treatment of you. Your sobs and begging still rung in Olga's ears, the way that you cried and cried and begged and begged.
"She's hungry," She says, interrupting the lecture," I'm going to get her a snack."
"I'll come with you," Jenni says," I need a coffee."
The trip to the little shop was awkward, made even more awkward when Olga selected a plain chocolate bar only to have it plucked from her hand and replaced with one with caramel.
"She thinks the plain ones are too hard," Jenni says, almost carelessly," She doesn't like how they feel on her teeth. She prefers caramel."
Olga stares down at the chocolate in her hand, noting down another new thing in the column dedicated to you in her mind. It's painfully bare with only a few things - trains, ballet, the allergy she found out yesterday and now your favourite kind of chocolate.
She had told Alexia she wasn't threatened by Jenni and that's still true but that doesn't mean that Olga isn't intimidated.
Jenni just looks a bit intimidating with her tattoos and her height and the stern look on her face when it comes to you.
"Thanks."
It's silent for a moment as they both wander through the winding hallways back up to the peds wing.
"No," Jenni says eventually, shaking her head like she had been fighting with herself," I'm sorry, Olga. But I have to know...How could you let this happen? With Bambi, I mean? Stuff like this doesn't happen overnight."
Olga wants to bolt, to run and escape this but she holds herself firm as she scrambles to find something to say, knowing exactly what Jenni is talking about. "I didn't notice," She settles on eventually," It is wrong to say but it is true."
Jenni can't seem to understand though. "But how? Bambi is...How could you just not notice?"
"I just didn't," Olga says," And that was wrong of me. It was wrong of Alexia. We've talked about it...a lot...We're trying to move forward, for y/n."
Jenni looks at her, long and hard and Olga suddenly understands what rival players feel when they see Jenni come onto the pitch.
"Don't let it happen again," Jenni says firmly before taking off again, leaving Olga to scramble to keep up.
You're exactly as they left you, sitting in the middle of your bed. You're making chugging noises with your mouth as you run a train over Eli's arm.
Alexia is back in her seat next to your bed but you've scooched away from her as far as you can get.
"Caramel!" You cheer when Olga presents your food," That's my favourite! Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
You munch happily on your food a little but before you stop to scratch at your rash.
Automatically, like she did a few days ago when she first noticed it, Jenni takes your hand to stop you scratching.
You violently flinch away, tearing your hand away from hers. You scrunch your eyes closed firmly as you suck in air.
You can feel the hands on your legs again, forcing you to go immobile as the strange man pokes and prods at your back.
"No!" You cry out, turning away and curling up under your blanket," Stop it! Stop it, Mama! No bad touches! No more bad touches!" You kick your legs out. "No! Stop it!"
"Out," You can hear your Abuela say.
Eli-"
"Out, Jenni! Alexia, you too! Olga-"
"I'll go and see Jaume. He should be up from his nap by now."
"No! No! No!" You continue to chant as the blanket is pealed back.
It's not Ma-Jenni though. It's Abuela with Tia Alba hovering over her shoulder.
You sniffle if you sit up again.
"What happened, huh, Bambi?" Abuela asks," What was that about?"
"Mama hurt me," You say," When the strange man touched my back. I asked her not to! I asked her to stop!"
"I know," Abuela says," I know, Bambi."
"I didn't know what was happening," You say," It was scary and Mama wouldn't tell me what was going on."
It was very scary. You didn't think Ma-Jenni would do that to you, would pin you down and not explain what was happening. Mami could be harsh sometimes and you know she can be rough on the pitch too. She even said she was sorry while doing it but Ma-Jenni didn't.
Ma-Jenni told you to shh and pinned you down and didn't say sorry. You can still feel her hands on you, constantly pinning your legs down and pushing you further into bed.
She didn't say sorry at all and that's what scares you.
"I'm sorry that scared you," Abuela says," I'm sure Jenni didn't mean to."
"She didn't say sorry," You say," And she hurt me."
"Bambi-"
"She did! I'm not lying!"
"No one says' you're lying," Tia Alba assures you," I think you're telling the truth but, Bambi, you needed to have that done, so you can get better."
Ma-Jenni comes back when it's dark. There's no lights coming through your windows and the moon is out so you know it's night time.
Mami is meant to be sleeping on the bed next to you but she's not there.
The door to your room opens though and Ma-Jenni steps in.
But she doesn't look like Ma-Jenni though. There's something different about her. Maybe it's her too sharp features or her too pointed teeth. Maybe it's the curve of her nails or the way she's looming over you.
You can't move and Monster-Jenni's sharp claws dig into your legs easily.
You shriek but she's pressing her whole weight down onto the hand that's got your legs while her other one pins you down by your chest. You can't move. You can't stop her no matter how much you plead and beg and sob.
She's still holding you with bad touches and the strange man appears again. He's got too sharp teeth too and a massive needle that looks even scarier than before.
"Mami!" You cry as you jolt awake, gripping your bedsheets and screaming.
Mami's up like a shot, looking around like she thinks someone's hiding in the shadows. You're scared that Monster-Jenni is there too.
"Mami!" You sob, reaching desperately for her, your mind recycling her apologies as she held you down.
This time though, you crawl into her arms and sob, burying your face in her shirt as you cry.
For a moment, Alexia is in shock at your willingness to touch her. Whatever you had dreamt about must have been bad because you've curled your body around hers and Alexia very carefully curls her arms around you.
"It's okay, Bambi," She whispers," It's okay. It wasn't real. None of it was real. I've got you. Mami's got you."
"Mami," You whimper," Mami, it hurts."
"What hurts?"
"Everything!"
"I'm so sorry, Bambi," Alexia says and she knows that you know what she means, just like how you know she knows what you mean by everything," It's all going to be okay. I promise, this is all going to be okay. No matter what happens."
"I'm scared, Mami."
"I know, Bambi. I'm going to help make it better."
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas#jenni hermoso x reader#jenni hermoso#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ʷˢ²
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
things become too much for the youngest hughes causing everyone around her to worry for her well-being
wc: 4.1k
some warnings incase: some mental health struggle, burnout, struggling to reach out for help
i've had this one in the drafts for awhile and i finally finished it. wanted to write some more angst of the harder side of samy's collegiate life, but luckily she's got a real good support system by her side! (also trying some new things with my titles) (p.s. heading home again for winter break in 2 days so i’ll get to everyone’s requests then!!)
au masterlist
there was a lot riding on this season now that samy was officially named 1st alternate captain. after lots of success and making it to the ncaa finals last year, the umich coaches decided to name the star freshman their alternate captain going into her sophomore year. she had proved herself with all the goals and strategies from last season and the girls on the team agreed no one else deserved the position more. samy couldn't be more grateful for the honor knowing how much her team was going to look up to her in the coming season to pull off the same thing and hopefully win the championships this year.
being alternate captain meant that the youngest hughes was pulled up incase any of the captains now couldn't fulfill their role, so she had to be in attendance to every captain meeting with the coaches and the other girls relied heavily on her since she had the strategy. it was rewarding, but also really draining sometimes.
on top of this, samy had a full course load to manage while also still finding time to hang out with her friends and keep in touch with everyone else. her busy schedule kept her out of the apartment most days and nights, not coming back in until hannah was fast asleep and sometimes samy hardly slept herself. her rushing around allowed little time for her to slow down and be in the present with what was happening.
she got up early for practice, saying a half-hearted goodbye to her roommate, and then was out the door with the chance of not returning until later that night. whenever there was downtime, samy's attention was stolen away by a girl on the team needing something or calling her parents and boyfriend, so in reality, she had very little time to herself.
it was starting to take a toll on the brunette. the sleepless nights left dark, heavy bags under her eyes and the caffeine consumption was at an all time high that just left her jittery and shaky the rest of the day. even trying to do homework and study made samy restless because she just couldn't sit still knowing everything else she needed to do.
however, if there was one thing about the hughes siblings, it was that they never asked for help. growing up in a constantly competitive environment led the four to become extremely independent and asking for help with even the smallest things was out of the question, especially samy who worked her whole life to prove that she could be just like her older brothers.
so even if she was struggling with balancing everything and taking care of herself, samy would not ask for help.
will learned this one the hard way growing up with the youngest hughes and now that he was all the way in california, he had no way of knowing if she was taking care of herself. he knew she was named 1st alternate captain and the work that came with it, but the text messages weren't enough to suffice if samy was still making time for herself. will started worrying when the messages from her started becoming vague and a lot less, more so when she kept putting off their nightly facetime calls claiming she was caught up with other stuff.
he knew she had a game in boston in two days, so will decided to reach out to the boys to make sure they seriously checked in with samy to make sure she was doing okay.
"i'm just a bit worried about her," will explained to gabe over the phone the night before the game.
"you know she's really good at hiding that kind of stuff. she's never asked for help when she's struggling," the darker-haired boy said which made the blonde sigh.
"yeah, i know which is why i want you and the guys to just check-in with her and see if she's okay. i'm worried she isn't properly taking care of herself," will said and gabe nodded even though his friend couldn't see him.
"yeah, we will, don't worry. leno and i have plans to get lunch with her before the game so we'll see how she is," the boy's words sent some relief to will's chest.
"okay, thanks. i appreciate it. we'll talk later," the two exchanged goodbyes and will tried not to think too much about it for the rest of the night or else he'd stress himself out.
he knew samy could take care of herself, but he just worried that with everything she had going on this semester it was becoming too much and she wasn't reaching out for help.
with the night game, samy had time to catch lunch with ryan and gabe downtown that afternoon. she entered the restaurant they discussed meeting at with a bright smile on her face. it'd been since late july that the three saw one another, so she was excited to have the chance to catch up with them. the boys spotted her at their table near the back, excitedly standing up to greet her in hugs. the girl jumped over to them with her arms already open.
"hey! it's so good to see you guys again," she cheered, embracing gabe first. the darker-haired boy grinned, wrapping his arms tight around her torso.
he noticed the change first.
as he wrapped his arms around her, she felt..different. or at least gabe thought so. he couldn't quite place what was different, but..she felt..smaller? lighter? he didn't know how to explain the change, but he definitely noticed it, especially when the girl pulled back and he saw the very obvious bags under her eyes.
he didn't say anything though, letting her go so ryan could hug her. when the two pulled away gabe glanced at ryan, speaking with his eyes by asking if ryan noticed anything too. the brunette was too caught up in the menu though that he didn't catch his friend's glance.
"i already know what i want," ryan hummed.
"of course you do. i haven't been here in so long," samy giggled, perusing the menu herself while gabe did the same.
"how've you been though? you're a big soccer captain now," the brunette hockey player roughed up the girl's arm making her flush.
"not quite captain, but i'm getting there. i've been..good. busy, but good," samy's hesitation made gabe look up at her briefly. he tried reading her expression, but she just looked back down at the menu.
"that's so awesome you got 1st alternate captain. what a status. you think you'll be real captain next season?" ryan kept talking.
"i mean i hope so. our head coach really likes me and so do the girls, so it's a possibility."
"we're excited for the game later. i think almost all the hockey boys are coming to watch you play," gabe finally chipped into the conversation.
"aww, that's so cute. i'm excited too. it should be a good game," her bright smile made the boys smile and maybe she really was doing okay, she was just super busy. every college student hit a really busy point in the semester that caused bags under their eyes and slight weight loss.
gabe decided not to pry now because he knew samy just wanted to enjoy lunch, so he eased himself into the conversation and listened to all the things him and ryan have missed since they last saw her.
if the three could keep talking, they totally would, but after two hours, they had to cut it short because samy needed to be back for enough time to get ready and get to the field for warmups. ryan and gabe graciously paid (even after samy told them they didn't have to pay for her) and walked back out onto the busy boston sidewalk. they exchanged a few last hugs for now.
"see you at the game! look for us, we'll have big signs," ryan chuckled as he embraced the brunette again. she smiled.
"i can't wait to see them."
gabe hugged her last, still not shaking how there was something different about the youngest hughes, he just couldn't put his finger on it. "good to see you, hughesy. we'll see you soon."
"see you super soon. thanks again for lunch," she patted gabe's cheek making him flush.
"of course. you're doing okay, right?" he stopped beating around the bush and lowered his voice a little.
samy gave him a quizzical look, a flush coating her own cheeks at his somewhat personal question like he just saw right through her or something, but she quickly played it off.
"yeah, i'm good. why?"
"no reason, just wondering. being nosy. being protective," gabe shook his head.
"i'm good, i promise. i'll see you guys later," samy finally said her last goodbye and they walked in separate directions.
gabe chose to believe her because if samy said she was fine, she was fine. she did know herself better than anyone else and who was gabe to say that she didn't look good? so he let it go and would tell will samy seemed fine, just tired.
later, at the game, gabe realized he should've poked more about his friend's well-being.
the lady wolverines had a big lead on the eagles. they were up a whopping 5-2 in the second half with no chance the lady eagles could catch up to them. at this point, the michigan girls were just playing to see how many goals they could rack up in one night.
the hockey boys definitely got a lot of strange looks when they took turns holding up various signs they made for samy and screamed her name as she ran up the field with the ball in boston's student section.
"hughesy, hughesy, hughesy," ryan got a chant going to which the boys and the small michigan student section joined in on.
"stop fucking cheering for the other team!" someone yelled in the middle of the chant, obviously annoyed that people from boston were cheering for michigan.
"shut up! she's our friend!" aram yelled back at the stranger who just rolled his eyes.
"they're gonna kill our girls," drew chuckled when samy's team scored yet another goal bringing it up to 6-2.
"honestly, i saw it coming. our soccer team is kind of shit compared to michigan, no offense," fowler shrugged a bit and the other guys snickered because they knew he was right. boston's soccer program wasn't the best even though they had gotten a bit better since last year. they just needed a star player to come in and change it around like samy had done for michigan.
the wolverines earned themselves a corner kick when the eagles rolled the ball out of line. samy hurried over to take the kick, but as she began slowing down to get into position, she felt a bit light-headed. her team worked to get into position for her kick, but the more the youngest hughes finally slowed herself down, the worse she felt. she stood in front of the ball trying to ground herself and get her bearings back, but instead, the whole field spun in her vision.
"is she okay?" teddy wondered from behind the sophomores as they waited for samy to make the kick.
gabe watched her from the stands and the way she swayed on her heels like she may pass out. his heart dropped and he cursed to himself. he knew there was something wrong.
despite samy's vision spinning, she attempted to make the kick knowing the team and refs were waiting. however, as soon as she moved she went down, landing face first in the turf.
the ref blew his whistle. people in the stands gasped and gabe was on his feet not even thinking twice as he ran down the bleachers and ignored the calls of the others. "shit," ryan muttered and ran after him.
the two boys were down on the field a second later, not caring that they weren't supposed to be down there. the refs who didn't quite know what to do let the boys in as they kneeled down to samy's side.
"samy? hey, samy?" gabe tried shaking the girl awake. her coach was across the field a second later while the others tried keeping everyone else away.
"what happened? is she hurt?" coach klein asked in concern.
"i think she passed out," gabe informed, gently tapping samy's cheeks to wake her back up.
a full minute passed before the girl's eyes fluttered back open and a wave of relief washed over everyone hovering over her. she saw gabe first and the concern written all over his features and she knew something bad happened.
"thank god. are you okay?" the darker-haired boy wondered.
"w-what happened?" the brunette rasped out.
"you passed out, hughes," coach klein informed before the boys could.
samy's face paled even further because she knew the exact reason why and that she definitely lied to gabe earlier when he asked if she was doing okay.
"oh," was all the girl managed.
"let's get you up. you probably need water and some food," gabe said gently as him and ryan helped her to her feet.
"you guys got her then?" coach asked and the boys nodded.
they supported samy's weight as the crowd in the stands clapped that she was up and the refs restarted the game with someone else taking the corner kick. ryan and gabe led the girl into the sports facility, finding the nearest bench to sit her down on for the moment.
"go find her some water and get her food from one of the vending machines," gabe instructed and ryan did as told.
samy's head hung low as she avoided gabe's lingering gaze knowing what he was about to say to her. she felt him sit down beside her, "i thought you promised me you were fine?"
his tone wasn't angry or anything, but she could hear the disappointment in it and that seemed to hurt worse.
"i don't really know what happened," samy frowned still not meeting the hockey player's eyes.
"samantha, come on. tell me what's going on," gabe using her full name meant he was being really serious and she grimaced at the use of it.
"i guess..i just haven't had a lot of time to slow down and it's finally catching up with me," she finaly admitted to which the boy sighed.
"have you been taking care of yourself?" he wondered.
"i..i guess not really. i haven't really been eating or sleeping properly. i've been caught up in a lot."
"you know that's not an excuse to not be nourishing yourself and sleeping right," the boy pointed out softly, not wanting to anger her.
"i know," samy kept admitting her defeat.
ryan came back down the hallway with a large gatorade and about five different snacks in his arms. he set it all down on the bench beside the girl and then exchanged a glance with gabe.
"will just called me asking about what happened. i told him you passed out. he wants you to call him," the taller brunette explained.
"i'm sure i have to call a lot of people. my parents are probably blowing up my phone right now," samy sighed, her head falling into her hands.
the two boys exchanged another glance where they spoke with just looks, "you know we're always here for you if you need to talk or need anything, right? just because we're in different states doesn't mean we don't wanna be there for you and help carry some of the weight on your shoulders. the same goes for will," gabe said gently as he rubbed his hand across her back in soothing circles.
"i know, i know. i just thought i'd be able to handle it and it'd become easier, but i guess it just kept piling up," the girl frowned again.
"is it something about the alternate captain position? has that been too much?" ryan wondered.
"it's definitely a lot and maybe i just didn't expect for it to be as much as it is. i've been kind of falling behind in work too," her words made the boys frown.
"do you think there's someone you can talk to about this to help you manage a little better? like your coach? or one of the other captains on the team to see how they manage it all? it might be helpful especially since you might be an actual captain next year," gabe offered because him and ryan knew eamon powell had a lot to balance being captain as well, but he also wasn't afraid to ask for help when he needed it. he actually relied a lot on the team when he was looking for new suggestions.
"yeah, yeah. i can talk to them," samy nodded.
"we're just worried about you, hughesy. we know you don't really like asking for help, but it's not a bad thing. it doesn't mean your weak or anything or any less. a lot of people ask for help. i'm sure your brothers do too," ryan tried his best to comfort the girl as he also joined in with rubbing her back.
"it's just so hard when i grew up thinking asking for help is a sign of weakness and i wasn't capable. like i know i can ask, but something in my brain is stopping me and i just can't do it," she leaned back against the wall, defeat clear in her system.
"well, maybe that's what you can talk about with your coach and she can refer you to a sports psychologist or someone who can help you work through these things. i'm sure your team and coach wants you to be at your best, but they can't help if you don't reach out," gabe hummed.
"i'm sorry i didn't tell you guys the truth at lunch today. i should've. i don't know why i didn't," samy shook her head and finally took a few sips of the gatorade.
"don't apologize, it's okay. we just hope you'll reach out to any of us when you do need help again. we were just freaked out when you passed out like that," the darker-haired hockey player said.
"a mix of not enough sleep or enough food knocked me off my game i guess."
"well, we're glad you're okay. try eating some more and then we'll walk back out to the field with you," ryan smiled softly which samy appreciated their soft tones. she probably could not handle them being angry with her and lecturing.
coach kept samy out of the rest of the game just so she wouldn't overwork herself again. once the game finished, the youngest hughes called her parents to update them and tell them she was okay and then her brothers who also blew up her phone because they were watching the stream and saw her pass out.
"yeah, i passed out, but i'm fine," she told them.
"shit, samy. you freaked us out when you just fell like that," jack huffed.
"i'm sorry. i guess it's just been a long few weeks and i haven't really been taking care of myself," samy explained with a frown.
"oh shit, sorry. are you okay?" luke asked.
"i will be. i just gotta figure out how to balance it all. probably talk to my coach and reach out to one of the sports psychologists," the girl informed the three older boys.
quinn, who hadn't said much since calling, was the most observant sibling out of the four and he also started realizing how neither of them reached out for help when they needed it most. "hey squirt, i know we raised you thinking getting help showed you were weak, but you know that's not true right? that was never our intention. getting help when things are hard is really beneficial," the oldest hughes commented.
"yeah, i know," samy said.
"yeah, i mean it's been a learning curve for all of us, but we always reach out when things get to be too much. we're always here to help too. plus, mom and dad are always good shoulders to lean on if you need to rant," luke chirped up and samy smiled at their words.
"yeah, thanks guys. i promise i'm gonna reach out to balance it all better," she nodded even though they couldn't see her.
"good. we want you taking care of yourself, seriously," quinn said.
"i will, i promise this time. i'll talk to you guys later, yeah?" the four exchanged heartfelt goodbyes and samy had one more call to make which was the one she was the most scared to make.
will knew her all too well and he already knew how hard it was for samy to reach out for help until it got way too overwhelming, so she worried he would be mad at her for not reaching out sooner.
"hi baby," will answered immediately.
"hi will," samy leaned against the hallway.
"are you okay? ryan said you passed out," the blonde wondered and the girl grimaced.
"yeah, i'm okay now."
"what's been going on? has everything been okay?" his soft tone took samy by surprise and for some reason, it just made her break down.
she sunk herself to the ground and basically started sobbing through the phone. will's heart broke hearing her cry and he couldn't do anything about it besides stay on the phone with her. he hated being so far away in moments like these that he couldn't physically be there for her.
"baby, talk to me. you're okay. i'm right here," he tried.
"i'm sorry will. i'm sorry. i'm just so tired and exhausted. i haven't had like any time to myself at all and i haven't been doing any studying and i already feel so burnt out from everything," it all poured out from the girl as she told her boyfriend everything that was going on. the blonde's heart tightened and twisted into a knot hearing his girlfriend sound so defeated and he was on the opposite end of the country.
"samy, don't apologize. there's noting to apologize for. i'm so sorry you've been feeling this way. i wish there was something i could do," will sympathized with her.
"i'm sorry i haven't been calling you either. i was scared to admit to you that i haven't been doing well and i didn't wanna burden you—"
"samy, nothing you do or say could ever burden me. you know that. i wanna talk to you. i wanna hear your problems. i wanna try and help you, i promise, but i can't do that if you don't talk to me," will cut her off.
"i know, i know. i guess i've just never felt this overwhelmed before, but i'm gonna reach out more, i promise. i'm gonna talk to my coaches and explain how i've been feeling," the brunette wiped her eyes from her tears.
"it's okay to feel overwhelmed, baby. no one is gonna be mad at you for setting boundaries and taking time for yourself, okay? we're all here for you," the blonde made sure he was firm so she knew.
"yeah, thank you. gabe and ryan took care of me and made sure i ate and drank some stuff," that made the hockey player smile a bit knowing his friends were always looking out for her even when he wasn't there.
"i'm glad they did. i wish i was there to take away your hurt and pain," the boy frowned.
"i wish you were here too. i miss you like crazy."
"i miss you a lot too, but i'll see you real soon, okay? hang in there for me, yeah?"
"yeah, i will. i promise," samy managed a smile.
"good. i'm always here for you. i love you," she heard will kiss the phone bringing a laugh from her lips.
"i love you too. i'll call you later," samy knew she needed to get herself together to get back on the bus in a few hours. the couple hung up and the girl stood up to wipe the rest of her tears and compose herself.
once her backpack of things was back together, she went to go find the boys who promised they'd wait up for her to continue catching up before she left. for once since the semester started, samy was gonna be in the present with them and choose not to think about anything else.
gabe saw her first, opening his arm up to bring her into the circle. the others excitedly said hi to her and then her and gabe exchanged a knowing glance. she nodded to say she was doing a lot better now and she felt him squeeze her arm as they continued talking with everyone else.
#will smith hockey#hughes!sister x will smith au#samy x will#samy hughes#will smith x oc#will smith imagine#boston college hockey#boston college#uofmichigan#umich hockey#will smith hockey fluff#will smith hockey angst#will smith 2#ws6#wsh2#gabe perreault#ryan leonard#bc eagles#bc hockey#umich#umich soccer#umich wolverines#umich fic#umich imagine#san jose sharks#sjs#sj sharks#nhl#nhl fic#nhl imagine
128 notes
·
View notes
Text
BELIEVE ME NOW ?
pairing; mentor!finnick odair x reader
summary: finnick odair, to love you- to protect you, battles it out with tough love that you can’t quite see.
contains; ENEMIES TO LOVERS, fluff/tad bit of angst, finnick nearly breaking readers door down, ONE singular kiss is shared 😇, unspoken feelings, death/typical hunger games violence, comfort.
☾⋆。𖦹 °✩
you didn’t know why you hated finnick odair, but you know when it started. you knew it the minute he was assigned you mentor, the minute he put on an act and thought of himself to be better than you, and the second that he wouldn’t give you any reasonable advice before your games.
it was only when you’d won your games, did finnick finally feel for you, it ate him up inside- guilt, fear, shame, it all sickened him.
he sought death in his games, not of the other kids- but himself. but when you’re forced into that arena- when someone stronger, faster, smarter than you starts running towards you- desperate to hear that cannon sound, you fight. and he hated everything about how he fought- only to end up a possession to the republic, a slave to his own mind.
so when he saw you, wide eyed- sitting on that train- scared, unsuspecting, unprepared- he saw himself. he saw that fourteen year old boy stripped from his home, to end the game with blood on his hands.
you were older than he was then, but it didn’t matter if he was nineteen, thirty, even eighty- he’d give anything to have been lucky enough to die in that arena.
you’d arrived from your games a few days ago, only having seen mags. mags who had helped you before your games, signing to you how to find food and water, how to not get sick or hypothermic, die of heatstroke. mags, who brushed your hair after your first shower when all you wanted to do was curl in a ball and disappear, who sent you off to rest knowing if she hadn’t given you medicine you’d stay up- stuck in your head.
being in that hotel after your games was like a ghost town. all the other mentors and stylist sent home- only your own had been there. all the other kids were gone- quite frankly dead. the room next to yours vacant- your district partner, a boy you’d gotten to know quite well- someone you’d even call a friend, dead. just you left.
you’d just finished your interview, faking a smile, plastering on a look of faux happiness- preaching about how grateful you were to have made it out. dressed so extravagantly, so see-through, so indecent, your makeup so dissimilar to you- you couldn’t even recognize yourself.
you’d been rushing back to your room- rushing to hide away until you’d once more get back on the train and give a ‘victory’ tour.
finnick had been waiting for you, he had so many things he needed to say, to tell you- no, warn you about.
but as you strided towards him from the elevator, and let out a sharp; “what? here to take the credit from all the advice you gave me?” and slammed your door without batting an eye- the words were lost in his throat.
he started with knocking, simply calling your name, “can i please just speak to you?” then the knocks got harder, less distance in time between each one, then he was pounded on the white door incessantly. “y/n, open this door.”
your head was pounding, and you could care less for what glorious speech he was going to spew at you, “i don’t want your fucking pity story, finnick.” you tell back from the other side of the door- at this he pushes, and pushes the door until the lock gives.
when he sees you, your sitting on the edge of your bed- your heads in your hands, the lamp beside you is dim.
“what? what’s so important you had to force yourself into my room? do you think anything you say is going to change how you left me? you left me to die.” you were glaring at him. with so much hate behind your eyes he couldn’t take it anymore.
you thought you’d been nothing but kind to him, respectful, even after he’d won his games you still treated him normally once he’d gone back to district four- worst of all, you thought you deserved some type of help from him. but all you ended up being was dirt on his shoe?
“i was trying to protect you-“
you laugh incredulously at this, “trying to protect me? no, finnick. you wanted to protect malik-“ you waved your hand in the direction of the very empty, lifeless room of your district partner, “and look where your ‘help’ got him.”
“i mean, you made no effort to do so much as look my way, and now you want to talk? you’re of no use to me now. i already got through the worst of it- without you.” you continued rambling as you took of your necklace, your rings, your bracelets.
“trust me y/n you’ll realize victory isn’t the better option. so if you’d just fucking-“ he sighed, running his hand over his face and looking down. “if you’d just listen to me- you’ll see i’m trying to be your friend- to help you for what’s coming next.”
there’s a few beats of silence as he waits for your response, it’s deafening- you’ve completely paused in your action of taking out your earrings. “my friend?” you laugh, hair falling over your shoulders. “i don’t really like you, finnick.”
this perplexes finnick, shaking his head. “and i don’t really believe you, y/n.” he takes a step closer, breaking your imaginary bubble. “you know you were the only person who didn’t hover around me in our town after my games? the only person who never looked up to me? like i was this spectacle? waiting to see my next move?”
you take one step closer to him now, you can smell him- it’s of salt air and expensive cologne- and it’s unbearable. there’s heat emitting from his body.
“that’s called caring, finnick.” you look into his eyes now, for the first time. “and i’d only wish you’d have that same respect for me.”
there’s something he can’t understand about you, you’re constantly trying to fight back- you won’t admit defeat or accept help- just continuing your fight for survival. but he prays you know you don’t have to fight him, he only wants to help you.
“why do you think i’m here?” his eyes are pulling you in, his smell is suffocating you. it’s all a paradox. “you think im here to torment you further, y/n?”
truth be told, you don’t know why he’s here. you don’t know why he’s caring so much. but you’re here, standing inches away from him in your hotel room and admiring him- for reasons you can’t quite explain.
“snows going to do everything he can to make you feel small. he’s going to make you the capitols dream girl. he’s going to objectify you, and show you off like you’re a prize.” he takes a breath, you’re driven to further confusion- why does it look like this is hurting him too? “and you can’t fight it, because it will only have him sway more control over you. only more pain for you. and i won’t have that y/n.”
finnicks closer to you now, “i won’t-i cant have him take more of you.” from me, he wants to say, he wants to tell you that all he’s tried to do from the moment he met you as a boy, is protect you.
there it is again, that glint in his eyes- the utter, pure concern and passion, and you can’t take it. “don’t do that. don’t look at me like you care about me.”
finnicks face is not even an inch away from yours now, you can see the birthmarks on his neck- the freckles the sun has blessed him with that are so faint you wouldn’t have seen them before.
“i do.” he says like it’s the last words he’ll ever say. the air has left both of your lungs.
you keep this eye contact with him, like he can see your heart, and like you’re trying to read his mind. “i don’t believe you.” you mock his words from earlier.
he angles his head at these words, moving closer so your lips are touching-and your eyes flutter shut- but he hasn’t kissed you, not yet.
“i want to protect you until i can’t anymore. until im gone.” he doesn’t let you speak now, his lips stealing your words when they crash into yours. the movement is natural, fluid, soft.
he expects you to pull away, shove him off of you, tell him that you hate him- but you deepen the kiss much to his surprise.
you kiss him, pull him impossibly close to you until you can’t anymore- until your lungs now beg for oxygen- but all you want to do is breath him in. you pull away, and your eyes open, nearly in shock, but more in amusement.
“believe me now?”
-
masterlist
#finnick angst#finnick fanfic#finnick fluff#finnick imagine#finnick odair#finnick odair fluff#finnick odair smut#finnick odair x reader#finnick oneshot#finnick smut
632 notes
·
View notes
Text
svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver. 2
reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!
✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩
note: trying to find pics where all three of them match in aesthetics is soooo much harder than i thought lmao. future rec lists might not picture all three members :,)
✩ yoon jeonghan ✩
❥ voicemails yoon jeonghan leaves you while he’s on tour - @babyleostuff
i love this concept soooo muchh
ofccc he'd be mopey and missing his s/o :((
voicemail #10?? bro, i just reached my 20s and my knees were cracking bEFORE then...
❥ love languages: yoon jeonghan - @cxffecoupx
words of affirmation??? hannie knows how to comfort so well
rahhh quality time? I LOVE QUALITY TIME!
"small acts of violence" LMAO
✩ hong joshua ✩
❥ seventeen as boyfriends: joshua edition - @fairyhaos
joshua truly radiates this sweet bright youthful love that is filled with fun and silly moments
ahhhh that last part made me tear up :(( its not always the activity that is fun, but the person/people that you are with :(((
❥ BOYFRIEND JOSHUA WHO… - @mangocustard16
pls make sure i drink water....i do not drink enough...
i used to like, not care for people serenading me until suga and joshua appeared in my life u don't have.
this dude is like, one of the ideal boyfriend types haha.
SHUT UP?? THE BUYING FLOWERS ON A TUESDAY BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN U MET STFU *cries into a pillow* THAT'S SO CUTE
✩ lee chan/dino ✩
❥ voicemails lee chan leaves you while he’s on tour - @babyleostuff
SHUT UP VOICEMAIL #5 IS SOOOOOOO CUTE DKFJNB
omg him leaving clothes for his s/o to wear :(((
i did a lil cackle at number 8 <3
oh number 9....baby...monopoly is ALWAYS an intense game
OH the last voicemail....stfu baby ofc i'd do that for you :((( WHY CAN I HEAR HIM SPEAKING SOFTLY HMPH :(( WHY AM I KINDA TEARING UP?
❥ seventeen as boyfriends: chan edition - @fairyhaos
oFC this lil guy is just filled with love and comfort and playfulness :((
hmmm idk chan....gose chan on my phone is pretttttty interesting
....LMAO THE "holding the world in my hands" I WOULD'VE JUST WALKED AWAY
✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩
❥ seventeen with an s/o who loves physical touch - @wheeboo
the lil jeonghan noises of approval would so help my overthinking mind. he just seems like such a fun partner to goof around a bit and feel so so soooo loved
the fucking ◠‿◠ shua smile actually obliterates me (i rewatched the first nana tour ep today and the amount of times he did his lil smile healed me so bad ahh) YES BACK HUGS GRRRR i'm a koala on his back
dino being competitive over affection??? BRO I WILL WINNN THIS >:(( just let me loooooovvveeeee youuuuuuus
❥ you saying another member's name in your sleep - @hannieehaee
sorrrryyyy jeonghannie but chan is cute too :((
NO I CAN IMAGINE THE PUPPY HEAD TILT WITH A QUESTION MARK FORMING ABOUT JOSH'S HEAD. YEET ME OFF A CLIFF SDFJKBV. i'm saying jeonghan's name cuz i like him too baby, sorry :(( yeahhh, take it up with hannie who didn't do anything heh
nAUR CHAN I'M SORRYYYY. mingyu is just my bestie, i like puppies :(( ur still one of my favs darling :((
❥ seventeen with a younger s/o - @wheeboo
forever being babied and teased by hannie yessssssssssssss hehehe *insert that blushing/bashful skunk from bambi gif* he's really a comforting person. when he spoke about being a rock/island for the members, he is SOOO that and i can very much so see him doing that for the people he loves
shuaaa. the idea of an older s/o that can take care of me? fuck yeah. but let me take care of you toooooo. (side note: i do not like when ppl older than me think i can't take care of them cuz i'm younger??? baby, i'm not tHAT much of a baby, hmph)
dinononononono "wow is that how you speak to your elder?" YES IT IS BRO WHADDAYA GOING TO DO IT ABOUT IT GRRRR >:((( but fr, the way he spoke to shua during the grape shirt/sticker going svt ep...i just know he'll use the power over a s/o (jokingly and lovingly ofc)
❥ svt when you call them a new pet name - @lovingseventeen
hannieee is soooooooo pretty boy hehe. pretty is my favourite visual adjective
joshua and reader having a pet name/term of endearment competition??? SIGN ME UP >:)
dino is jeonghan's and my baby~
✩ unit & lines works ✩
❥ comforting you after a bad day (vocal unit) - @gi4hao
how both shua and hannie handled reader's bad day is exactly how i need to be comforted after one :,) cuddles, venting, taking my mind off it with other activities & someone's presence is soooo nice!!
❥ dating seventeen (hyung line ver.) - @wqnwoos
no one escaping jeonghan's teasing ahhhhhhhhh. the leaning against reader?? i love when people initiate physical contact, it is sooo nice. the teasing and whining kjgfkjdb. taking care of and being taken care of?? i don't think i could ever ask jeonghan those s/o questions ppl ask because he'd take it so far and i'd just be like :| with the most concerned look on my face. being adored and having my face squished nyahhgfkdjb
joshieeee. flirting??? with me??? yes ames, this is a dating headcanon/drabble duh. WHEN I SAY I WOULD BE SO GENTLEMAN-LY BACK AT JOSH GRRRR LEMME OPEN UR DOOR FOR UUUU. yes baby, all the cheek kisses in the _world for u. YES LIL SPOON JOSHI AGENDA!!! THANK UUUU
❥ dating seventeen (maknae line ver.) - @wqnwoos
DINOOOOooooOOOOOOooOO :,) like, that's my baby. his enjoyment with being praised and MY enjoyement for giving praise works together beautifully muahhaha
mini message from me: thanks to y'all who have read this far and thank you for the notes on my last fic rec!! i hope your week went well and you were able to enjoy caratland!! did you do something to take care of yourself? ς(.-‿-)
ames' song recs: perriot that laughs at us by iu, dimple by bts, doughnut by twice, forg_tful (with kim sawol) by rm, slow dancing by v, ready to love by seventeen & who (acoustic remix) by jimin
taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))
#buntanteen fic recs#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#dino x reader#lee chan x reader#seventeen imagines#seventeen headcanons#seventeen drabbles#seventeen fluff#seventeen fanfic#seventeen scenarios#yoon jeonghan#jeonghan#hong joshua#hong jisoo#joshua#lee chan#dino#svt fanfic#svt imagines#svt fluff#if there are any issues please let me know <3
168 notes
·
View notes
Text
(𝐮𝐧)𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary: 'twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a — what the hell is that noise?
for @littlexdeaths 12 days of promptmas game!
prompt: whatever you do...don't feed it after midnight.
a/n - this is 2.1k words of pure silliness with sprinkles of horny. takes place somewhere in the ‘90s in whatever large city you want to imagine. shout out to my love @londonfog-chan for inspiring this fic! no major tags other than fluff, yearning, non-explicit smut, reader speaking a little bit of Spanish, and robin & reader being obsessed with each other. also i had to use that picture of the grinning kitten, but the cat in his fic is written as older and chonkier. as usual, my work is 18+/mdni. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed, thank you. 🫶🏽
divider by @strangergraphics
A faint beeping sound rouses you from your slumber.
Eyes crusted with sleep, your blurry gaze drifts to the digital clock on your nightstand. 2:38 am. Confusion settles over you for a moment when you look at the window and see grey, muted light instead of the usual nighttime darkness. When you squint harder, though, you make out the slow descent of fluffy snowflakes.
It’s definitely too early for your alarm to go off, but whatever you just heard, it’s not coming from the clock.
You sigh, frustrated that you’ve been dealt the curse of being a light sleeper. Even the smallest of noises will have you up and unable to drift back into the recesses of your dreams; unlike Robin, who could probably sleep through the apocalypse. And speaking of your beloved girlfriend, your hand runs over the left side of the bed in search of her warmth, craving the feeling of her lanky body curled into yours. A small frown pulls your brows together when all your palm meets is the smoothness of the sheets.
She’s wandered off, then, which typically means one thing: she’s had a nightmare.
Seldom does she talk about her past, but between her and the eccentric group of friends she has, you’ve gathered enough over the years to understand that whatever happened in Hawkins still rattles her sometimes. It’s with this information that you roll out of bed, intent on providing her some comfort in the form of a hug and a smattering of kisses. With your pajamas askew, you toe on your slippers and push open the bedroom door.
Living in an old two-flat means that your bedroom is connected to the dining room, so when you step out, you fully intend to find her seated at the slightly-wobbly table the two of you thrifted a few weeks ago (“The quality! The craftsmanship! The charm! Baby”—she pulled you to a stop and gripped your shoulders, blue eyes puppy-dog wide—“They don’t make ‘em like this anymore. We have to buy it right now.”), glasses sliding to the tip of her nose while she hunches over one of her latest library finds. Reading helps her chase away the monsters, she once told you. The ones hiding in the shadows of her memories, that taunt her in her dreams. So, it’s a bit of shock when you find the dining room dark and empty.
There is a light coming from the kitchen, though. And when you listen carefully, you catch the end of a whispered sentence.
“—have to be quiet.”
Equal parts curious and suspicious, you inch closer, trying your best to avoid the creaky parts of the wooden floor. When you round the corner, a snort of laughter and a drawn-out mewl punctuating the silence, you see a sight that has you muttering, “Esta tonta” under your breath, your lips curving into an incredulous grin.
“What’s going on here?”
Robin startles, head whipping up so fast that her messy hair flies around her face.
“Baby, I – uh, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Oh, really?” you reply, hands perching on your hips. “Care to explain, then?”
“It’s actually a really funny story. Like, totally hilarious—"
“Rob.”
“—And when I’m done telling the story, you’re not gonna be upset with me at all because you’ll be so tickled that you won’t stop laughing—”
“Rob.”
“—And then we can laugh together and maybe make out a little? Or a lot. Definitely a lot, because I like you. Well, I love you, actually, in a maddening and sort-of-obsessed kind of way, but not like…creepy obsessed? ‘Cause I’m not a creep, I swear! I’ve only watched you sleep, like, twice. I’m just…very in love with you. I’d fall over and stop breathing and wither away into these sad, gross little flakes of dust if I didn’t have you—”
“Robin!” you exclaim, her nervous rambling coming to a halt. She falls silent, staring up at you with a sweet smile she hopes will communicate her innocence, all while the hefty orange cat in her lap continues to eat from the chopsticks she hovers above his mouth.
You take in the pair of them – Robin sitting crisscrossed on the checkered tile, clad in her reindeer-themed pajamas with cartons of last night’s Chinese takeout strewn around her; and Gremlin, the orange tabby that demanded housing, food, and belly rubs from you three Novembers ago, showing up on your doorstep as a small, sickly kitten; who is now happily overweight and nibbling on small pieces of sweet and sour pork when he shouldn’t be.
Your affection sweeps over you in seconds, warm and fuzzy as it flutters in your chest and swirls in your stomach. It’s impossible to feel any semblance of exasperation when the two of them are so goddamn adorable. Still, you keep up the ruse and say, “Babe, you know what the vet said.”
“I know!” she laments. “But I couldn’t help it! I mean, look at him! How could you say no to a face like that?”
You do as you’re told, staring down at Gremlin like you’re expecting an explanation from him. He gazes up at you and blinks in slow motion, not a single thought behind those bright amber eyes.
With a sigh, you shake your head. “He’s supposed to be on a diet. The vet said we had to have him on a strict feeding schedule. That means no grazing, no food after midnight, and certainly no takeout leftovers!”
“I…I just – here’s what happened! So, I was sleeping soundly, having this crazy dream that I was trapped in Jurassic Park and being chased by a Velociraptor, and I’m running and running, and I trip over a log that appears out of nowhere, and when I roll over, the Velociraptor puts its foot on my chest, then I literally feel a weight on my chest and think, ‘oh my god, it’s gonna eat me’, so I somehow manage to wake myself up, and sitting on my chest, breathing his funky breath in my face, is this little guy right here.” She pauses to take a deep breath, unaware that she’s still gripping the chopsticks between her fingers (and that Gremlin has been hungrily following every sweep and flourish of her hand). “And he reaches out and very gently paws at my face, and immediately, I know he’s asking for food. And like…how could I deny him when he asked so nicely?”
“Easy. You just say no.”
“But I’m weak!” she cries out. “When it comes to chunky cats and beautiful women, I’m spineless, I’m gutless, I’m putty.”
She knows what she’s doing, because any remaining tension in your body has melted away, and now you’re wearing that besotted smile of yours, the one that makes its appearance whenever she combines her chaos, theatrics, and charisma into one irresistible amalgamation – the Buckley Triple Whammy, she calls it.
“So, we climbed out of bed—careful not to wake you, of course—and snuck out to the kitchen. And when I opened the fridge, it was like we were connected in that moment, because I went for the leftovers just as he reached up to tap one of the cartons. And then—”
“You microwaved Chinese food for you and the cat to share,” you finish for her.
She nods, bashful and blushing as she strokes along Gremlin’s back with her unoccupied hand. “Guess I woke you up after all. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
But she trails off when you plop down next to her, leaning in to softly press your lips against hers.
“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her, leaning back and giggling when she chases you.
Her lips meet your cheek, then the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth, before they’re slotting against yours again. And you’d be content to stay here all night—especially when you nip at her bottom lip, and her tongue, warm and wet, slides slowly against yours; and in the back of her throat, she makes this needy little noise that has you itching to splay her out and coax it from her even louder—but the cat situated between the two of you, who makes his momentarily-forgotten presence known by screeching, has you pulling away from each other breathlessly.
“Sorry, Gremlin. I’m not mad at you either.” You gently tap his nose, chuckling when he hops out of Robin’s lap to go sniff the other unopened leftovers. “Still gonna make you diet, though.”
“Starting tomorrow, right?” says Robin, who’d somehow managed to hold onto her chopsticks whilst the two of you kissed. She’s digging into the sweet and sour pork again, pulling out a piece small enough for Gremlin to chew. When she looks at you—eyes dazed as they drink you in, freckled cheeks dusted the prettiest shade of pink, lips a little swollen and curved into a smile that makes you think, god, I fucking love her—you can’t deny her a single thing.
“Fine,” you concede. “Starting tomorrow.”
She cackles triumphantly, summoning Gremlin back into her lap with a whistle. There’s no way you’re going back to bed now, so you decide to join them in their late-night snacking, warming up a bowl of shrimp lo mein that you share with Robin (and, begrudgingly, Gremlin, who is a notorious shrimp fiend). Once the three of you have had your fill, you migrate to the living room, Gremlin perching in his cat tree to watch the snow blanket the ground outside. Robin plugs in the Christmas tree, then she pulls you into the lumpy couch with her, the two of you landing on top of the mismatched throw pillows as her arms wind around you from behind. Together, you bask in the incandescent glow of the lights, the radiator blowing out warm puffs of air. Robin holds you tighter, face buried in your neck.
“I really am sorry I woke you up earlier.”
“It’s fine, amorcito,” you murmur sleepily. “I already told you I wasn’t upset.”
“I know, but…I’m more than willing to make it up to you.”
You hear the playful mischief in her tone, but the way she rolls her hips against your ass, her fingers toying with the drawstring of your pajama pants, tells you that all it’ll take is a faintly whispered yes for her to move her fingers lower, lower, right where you always ache for her. You let out a regretful whine at your next answer.
“We’ve gotta be up in a few hours. The buñuelos aren’t gonna make themselves, plus my mom needs us to bring some more tomatillos for her pozole verde, and we have to make sure we arrive on time for the train, and—"
“We’re already up, amorcito. Why don’t we stay up a little longer?”
Her accent isn’t perfect, but with her lips at your ear and her hand slipping under your camisole (where it snakes up the soft flesh of your belly, fingertips stopping just beneath the naked curve of your breast), she sounds like heaven.
Without a single ounce of hesitation, you surrender yourself to her. You let her drag you back to the bedroom where her lips find yours again, desperate and unrestrained, as she whispers I love you I love you I love you; where, bathed in the snow-white light spilling through the window, she lowers you onto the bed and takes her time undressing you, eager hands roaming and rubbing every expanse of skin she exposes; where she saves your panties for last, and in the kiss she presses to the wet spot you’ve left for her, you can feel her smirk; where she makes a home for herself between your thighs, drawing out the sweet cry of her name from your lips with hungry strokes and languid swirls of her tongue; where, after she has pushed you over the precipice of ecstasy, you straddle her and your fingers beckon that desperate little whimper she’d made earlier, over and over again, louder and breathier, until the two of you are slick with sweat, limbs tangled and trembling.
With your arms around her waist, pressed so close that she can feel the racing thump of your heart, you place a kiss to her bare shoulder. You whisper that you love her. “As long as time.” She doesn’t miss a beat. “Infinite, like the universe.” Te amo. Then, with heavy eyes, you follow her into the cozy embrace of sleep.
And after he’s done searching the kitchen floor for crumbs, Gremlin hops on the bed and takes his rightful spot beside you.
#robin buckley x you#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x fem!reader#robin buckley x latina!fem!reader#robin buckley#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#latina reader#thetwelvedaysofpromptmas#thetwelvedaysofpromptmas 🎄
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
“COLA” - B.C.
“I got a taste for men who are older…”
Synopsis: Having a crush on her best friend’s older brother was a secret Y/n L/n had managed to hide for years. She presumed those feelings had disappeared over time, but when Chris—or rather, Chan, as he’s called by the rest of the world—makes a surprise visit to Australia to spend his last break of the year with his family, Y/N is bewildered to find that she, in fact, is still infatuated with her best friend's brother. Unbeknownst to her, Chan is already well aware of it and isn’t above taking advantage of her innocent crush on him. All fun and games, right?
WARNINGS: [MDNI! 18+] pining, fluff, smut, a bit of angst, cursing, smoking, and alcohol use. oh and the DDGL dynamic is implied…
A/N: Let’s hope I don’t scrap this and at least finish writing it…also Chan is his current age 25 and the reader is 18+
—————————————————————
—————————————————————
*click click click*
The pen in her hand chirped the sound repeatedly as she anxiously toyed with it. Her foot tapped under the desk she sat at, another sign of her stress level rising and a less noisy indicator of nervousness to her peers seated around her. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to clear her racing mind for a split second to conjure up an answer to the question printed on the paper in front of her.
It seemed impossible to focus on the invisible weight of perfectionism that she subconsciously mounted. It was just a test. A written one. No big deal. She’d been completing assessments like this all year. However, the notion of it being the final and most important test of the year had Y/n second-guessing knowledge she’d consumed tirelessly throughout the year. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she inhaled and exhaled as slowly as her body would allow her to before her gaze refocused on the question.
She scanned it once, then twice; the answer to it eventually peeked through the fog that was her brain. She jotted it down with urgency before flipping the paper over to signal she was done. The professor monitoring the room full of boarding students lifts their heads at the sound of a paper turning. To no surprise, Y/N is the culprit of the clumsy noise but receives no reprimand from the instructor. Instead, they smile and motion for the young woman to hand her packet of questions in.
Y/N wastes no time in doing so, gathering her personal belongings before retrieving the paper. She cautiously descends the stairs that lead towards the professor's desk, and when she reaches her destination, she smiles sweetly and places the packet in the professor’s waiting hand. “You had me worried for a moment Ms, L/n,” they joke with a knowing smile and said girl nervously glanced at her shoes before answering in a hushed voice with a coy smile. “I was worried for myself actually…” It’s the truth. Her anxiety always worsened under pressure -especially during tests.
The professor maintained their smile and began grading her packet which slightly unnerved Y/n. “I don’t see why you’d be worried Ms. L/n. Your work has been exceptional the whole year….” The paused, pen pointed right at Y/n, “…you shouldn’t worry so much all the time. You can relax sometimes, it’s healthy for you, you know?” Y/n nodded, internally grimacing as they repeated advice she’d heard a thousand times before, but found it increasingly harder to do in a prestigious school without a single friend there to “relax” with.
She wasn’t a social butterfly but she did prefer the company of friends she’d grown close to throughout her childhood. Unfortunately, most of them attended other universities, started a family early, or just down right fell of the face of the earth at some point. The only person she had left to spend time with was Hannah Bang. Her best friend since grade school who had chosen to attained university closer to her family.
Y/n wished she could’ve done the same but her parents would never allow it, so here she was being told to find joy in her life of education without a single person to do so with. “I’ll keep that in mind Professor. May I leave now?” Y/n already knew they wouldn’t deny her request since it was the last day of the semester but as polite as she was walking out without properly asking didn’t seem right.
The professor stared at her a bit longer, a sort of concern swimming in their eyes as they processed her question. A moment passed and then the instructor wished her a good break and allowed her to leave with a simple nod of their head. Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she exited the cathedral like seminar room and entered the limestone halls of the large campus.
Not many students were out and about and even less took notice of her so she pulled her phone out and checked her messages. A smile appeared on her face as a new message alert from Hannah Bang shown on her screen.
>> You’re still coming right? 🤨
Y/n rolled her eyes at Hannah’s sarcasm. She could practically hear Hannah asking her this with a trademark snicker in her tone.
<< yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world :)
>> Yes you actually would. Well, for a test or smth 🙄
<< wow you got me there Han…
>> I in fact do.
>> no but seriously…
>> I won’t forgive you if you cancel last minute like you did last year.. :(
Y/n cringes remembering how she backed out of her plans with Hannah last minute last holiday. There were a mixture of reasons she’d canceled but the main and most truthful reason was because Hannah had mentioned her older brother would also be at home for the holidays.
Like a coward, Y/n immediately backed out of staying with the Bang family hearing the news that he was there. She felt so ashamed and selfish of that decision and so when Hannah offered Y/n a chance to spend her break with them again this year she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
It also helped that Hannah mentioned her older brother wouldn’t be making appearance like last time. Y/n gulped, face turning rose red, tummy doing backflips as the thought of seeing Christopher Bang in the flesh again caused her to malfunction. She chewed on her inner cheek, mindlessly wandering to lean up against a nearby wall as the few memories of him she’d religiously studied for years flooded her head. It was like all the logic left and all she could think about was him. After all these years she’d thought he’d be a distant memory or at least a less vivid one.
That just wasn’t the case though and no matter how many times she denied her attraction to Hannah’s older brother, the mere mention of him had her dumbfounded with adoration.
*buzz buzz*
Y/n snapped out of her lovesick daze as her phone vibrated. She’d totally forgotten to answer Hannah’s text and tried not face palm herself for it.
>> Leaving me on read is so mean.
<< Shush you’ll survive Han. I just blanked for a minute sorry.
>> Sure whatever you say 😔
<< don’t try to guilt me Han. You leave me on read like 99 % of the time
>> damn you got me there.
>> okay so you’re coming right? My mom keeps asking me so hurry up and decide!
<< I said you yes I’ll be there Han…
<< Just to be clear though….Chris won’t be there this year right?
>> …no why?
>> are you mad at him for something cause you asked me that last year too..🤨
<< NO I’m not mad at him lol!…
<< I was just wondering cause ya know he seems so busy in Korea with his band.
>> Oh I see.. I forget that you’re a closeted Stay sometimes.
>> No, he won’t be here though. Told our dad him and the members have too many end of the year award shows to preform at this time.
Y/n relaxed her body reading Hannah’s last text. A twinge of disappointment hit her heart but overall she was glad Chris wouldn’t be an obstacle in her break. Besides being attracted to him, her and Chris got along fairly well the few times she’d interacted with him while hanging out with Hannah. Due to his career and their slight age gap there wasn’t much Y/n could hold a conversation with him about and it was no help that she was in fact a fan of Stray Kids since their debut.
The pride she felt watching them on stage -watching Chan perform- was immeasurable but she assumed if he ever found out about her love for his idol activities he’d avoid her entirely.
A double edged sword that Y/n wasn’t fond of.
She told herself it wouldn’t be an issue this year though. Spending time with Hannah and Mrs & Mr Bang was all she wanted. Her family weren’t very….warm to be around. Especially not around the holidays so she preferred the company and hospitality of the Bang family anytime they offered it.
Y/n pushed her body off the cold stone wall, continuing her walk to her dorm suit across the campus as she texted Hannah back.
<< okay.
<< omw to start packing, see you in like 5 hours i think?..
>> your uni is only 4 hours away dummy…but yeah I’ll see you then :)
She shut her phone off, slipping it into her bag of belongings, and continuing on her way towards her dorm.
The whole walk there she was smiling, already reminding about the time she’d spent with the Bang family. How Hannah was and always will be her favorite person but most of all Chris, and the way his presence melted over her existence like warm honey.
As much as she wanted to taste its divine sweetness she knew it’d only make a mess of things…
—————————————————————
—————————————————————
This was a series posted on my main acc but I decided to move it here. Please lmk what you think and if I should continue it. I already have PT2 in the works…
BONUS CONTENT +
#Spotify#skz#bang chan#stray kids#bang chris#skz smut#bang chan smut#stray kids x reader#skz imagines#skz x reader#chan skz#christopher bang
275 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello, I’ve recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! Your fluff is so good!
I was wondering if you were willing to write arsenal / alessia russo x (platonic)reader?
Where reader is new to the team and the youngest (maybe 15-16) and is very shy and quiet but she feels very safe and calm around Alessia so she tends to stand or sit around her but since she’s new she is scared alessia doesn’t appreciate her being around so much and the older girls like Leah, Katie, Beth realize that and so they talk with alessia about it only to realize Alessia thinks it’s adorable that reader finds comfort in being around her so from now on Alessia will purposely stand next to reader during training and just give her hugs and encourage her which helps reader’s confidence and they see her start to come out of her shell and Alessia ends up as reader’s mother figure
I know this was kinda long so if you don’t want to write it, it’s totally okay! Have a nice day <3
Alessia Russo x (platonic) reader- physical touch
You weren't new persay but you were new to the senior team having only played with Arsenal academy since you were 10 and climbing the ranks and now at 15 (almost 16) you had been invited to join the senior team for trainings and hopefully if Jonas thought you were doing well enough get some game time. It was really scary for you to move up and it showed considering you weren't really a shy person but for some reason ever since joining the team you had sunk back into your shell but meeting, playing and training with your idols does that to a girl. The people you were playing with now were professionals and some of them a decade older than you which means you had to start taking it seriously which meant no time for mucking around. You didn't know anyone aswell which made the transfer from academy soccer to professional soccer so much harder for you knowing you were leaving behind some of the girls you had climbed the ranks with at the academy and though they said they were excited for you you couldn't help but feel left out in this new team.
Someone who you had taken a liking to was Alessia Russo who had just transferred from Manchester United around the time you made your move up and through you didn't know her well you thought she was a calming presence and always seemed to help when you were feeling anxious even if she didn't know it, just her presence made you feel safe and relaxed. Due to this you often found yourself sitting at the same table as Alessia for lunch though you made sure to not be directly next to her so she didn't think you were following her or trying to force something on her but you sat close enough that you could feel the calm aura she brought. You also stood near her in the line for drills as she encouraged you when you completed them while also giving you little bits of feedback for you to improve on. When it came to game days you often walked out with her and Kyra as you had become a bit close with the younger Australian who had also transferred around the time you came up and often used her as an excuse to walk with Alessia as she calmed you before a match. You understood why Kyra walked out with her now.
The team had started to notice your liking of being around the striker and some of them like Katie, Kyra and Beth had started calling you her shadow. That made you back off, scared you had overstepped the boundaries and that Alessia might think you were weird. Alessia however liked having you around and she found the fact you liked being around her but not making it painfully obvious and she would be glad to take you under her wing as an upcoming striker.
"Hey less" Katie called out across the training pitch and alexia turned to her "where's your little shadow gone?" she asked and alessia furrowed her eyebrows. You had been more distant with alessia in hopes of not coming across to the girls as clingy or obsessive but alessia genuinely didn’t mind and enjoyed your company as much as you enjoyed hers but she had never had to go to you to get that as you always came to her so she hadn’t expressed that she liked being around you and mentoring you.
“I don’t know she’s been a bit closed off from me recently” alessia sighed and Katie gave her a sad look as Leah and Beth came over seeing alessia look a little down
“What’s up with you?” Beth asked as she made it next to the blonde striker and nudged her shoulder with hers
“Y/n” she sighed as the other players shared a look they had been waiting to have this conversation with alessia but you were always round her so it was hard for them to do it without upsetting you. They had to make sure alessia was ok with you constantly following her and wanting to be around her and by alessia reaction it seemed she did as she looked genuinely heartbroken you hadn’t come near her today
“It’s ok less I think the comments people were making scared her a bit because she realised she wasn’t as sneaky as she thought she was” Leah said comfortingly as she placed a hand on alessias shoulder
“yeah sorry about all the comments I’ll tone it down” Katie said apologetically as alessia finally cracked a smile
A bit later during training everyone was instructed to get a partner and you were shocked to see that alessia had come up to you.
“Hey y/n/n can I be your partner?” She asked as you nodded shyly “cmon then” she said as she took your hand and led you further onto the field to get started. It felt like a weight was lifted off of you and you were no longer suffering the feeling that you had been to much to fast for alessia as she now initiated coming close to you which proved she actually did like being around you. Everyone noticed the big smile on your face throughout training and couldn’t help but smile too knowing the kid of the team had found her mother figure and that now nothing would separate the two of you unless it was Kyra forcing her way into alessias and your personal space for the pitch inspection which you didn’t mind.
Once you’d finally found your footing in the team you started coming out of your shell and hanging around with Kyra more and alessia less considering you had moved in with the blonde and spent a lot of time together at home watching movies and shows. You and Kyra had gained the annoying little sister tag for your constant need to annoy your team mates and designated team mums aswell as pulling pranks to keep the girls on their toes but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
#alessia russo#woso imagine#woso#kyra cooney cross#woso fanfics#leah williamson#beth mead#katie mccabe#arsenal wfc#arsenal
134 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Birthday Nemi!
Happy birthday to the most annoying and nuke-able sona ever!
This will function as his birthday post since I'm too busy with finals to properly celebrate </3
everyone's least favorite kitchen exploding mf is getting a full body design!
yes, Nemi will finally have one of those twst oc intros :O
can you believe that it's their 3rd official redesign already? It felt like just yesterday when Nemi became my blog's "face"/brand, and now I'm already improving upon the initial design :,)
nemi rambles ab old art + some unposted Nemi art below!
This was Nemi's first appearance on tumblr and also my pfp when first starting out! It was made in reference to something with @spookyavenuestreet's Augustino/ram ram!
I also think i drew this piece over a year ago? It's really shocking on how much my art style has changed since then
Nemi's first ever design! I like how you can immediately tell it's one of my older pieces from my art style-
I'm glad it changed since there's too many sparkles and kind of difficult to tell what they're looking at
ONTO THE NEXT PIECE!
These two pieces are references to how Nemi likes to break into Diasomnia (via the window) to visit Augustino! I'm pretty sure Spooks has a corresponding piece of art to this piece lmao
Oh past Nemi, you had no fear and just fought with Diasomnia students just for funsies :D and also Malleus too apparently-
Now this one! It's a reference to how before all the lore was really "coherent" and just fun shit, they didn't get along with Sebek despite being friends with Augustino!
The hands were originally an idea from spooks! something something mythology?
It got scrapped in the end tho. Was fun for the short bit it lasted!
Ah this one!! :D This was my pfp for the longest time before I changed it to the one I have right now! (That'll change whenever I finish making my 3.0 model)
It's the Nemi you're all probably familiar with! Purple hair, a mischievous smile, and with the iconic hand positioning lmaoo
My current pfp! (for now) The hair got more blue/indigo with pinkish tips :D
There's different versions, but i never ended up using them :(
Here are the different versions! I somehow lost the initial file and couldn't be bothered to put my eye moles back in
Now some art I don't think i ever posted!!
It's a traditional piece! I messed up on the hair since I didn't have the right colors :(
It's a cute simple piece of Nemi messing with Leona nui in class! As you can see on the pieces of paper, Nemi doesn't really pay attention in class...
You can typically find them in detention if they don't have any class or a shift at the Mostro Lounge!
More traditional art! and also more Leona nui bullying (affectionate)
It's a lot harder to draw on paper after only doing digital art for a while. This piece and the one before were pieces I drew during my senior yr of high school!
I think the only piece as of all the drawings so far that weren't made during high school is my current pfp! That piece was made during the summer after I graduated (well, more like skipped my graduation and just collected my diploma after but still-)
HI3RD AU!!!!
Here are some of my HI3rd Au Nemi pieces! Anything related to that au is just angst- I still don't feel like explaining the lore in detail so I'll just rapid fire it:
-Junqiao is a herscherr
-Junqiao possessed Nemi (via gem)
-Junqiao is a homewrecker bc he slowly made Leona fall for him while possessing Nemi's body
-Nemi got forced to become a valkyrie against their will after regaining a bit of control from Junqiao
-end game plan is for Nemi to give up their body and consciousness over to Junqiao since they no longer have anything to really "fight" for as Leona loves Junqiao now instead of them :D
-all Nemi wanted was a simple life, no valkyries, no honkai, just a simple life by Leona's side (but even that is a pipe dream eh?)
More Hi3rd au pieces :D
The first piece got worked on a bit more after I posted it originally! And I dont think I ever posted anything about the other one? I might make it into a fully rendered piece if I ever get the chance and motivation!
Spirit Animal AU! on RIOFY
this is by far the happiest Nemi has ever been in any Aus I put them in
whore era with those exposed shoulders and chest opening /j
rapid fire lore:
-something something pacts n shit with Leona & Junqiao
-learns to be more open with themselves in fashion choices via the whores (Leona & Junqiao)
-destructive trio poly qpr! (Nemi, Leona & Junqiao in this au)
-eventually gets forcibly "sibling'd" after meeting Viz & Yuhua ( @twistedwonderlandshenanigans & @distant-velleity 's ocs)
And this is my most recent drawing of Nemi! (besides the 3.0 model redesign) I never posted this bc I ended up hating how the full body looks. The body pose is just really awkward and stiff; a complete 180 from how it looked in the sketch phase
Sorry none of the pieces are really in order from oldest to most recent! :( It's kinda difficult to track down which ones came first for the older pieces, but I think you can kinda tell by the hair color, hair length and most obviously; my art style
Nemi's hair has been slowly shifting from purple to a more blue tone! It's also slowly getting longer, but I think it's going to settle around the shoulders!
MOOTS' ART!!
we start off strong with spooks' art!
.....THE JAR (sobs) it was a joking comment ab shaking or putting Augustino in a jar. Then spooks decided to literally draw it. ahaha....
another spooks art! this was for ram ram's birthday! and Nemi made an (uninvited but welcome-)appearance :D
This piece is an art req that got answered! The one who drew this is the very very lovely: @amatsuchan-eiliniel !!!!
THANK YOU AGAIN AMATSUUUUUUUU YOU COOKED AND AIUGHDGHJFGGKGBFHDHF NOM NOM NOM
thank you for not forgetting Nemi's eye moles despite the fact that i forgot to add them when drawing initially hgfdhbfhg-
Now onto some silly ones from the Leona simping serv- i mean The Prince's Uprising zine server :D
These are by soru from The Prince's Uprising zine server... hi @le-monchou
its still all very funny but also terrifying just thinking about how you drew Nemi dying in a fucking glue trap lmao
AND FINALLY: RATMI.
This is by the lovely @aprityormarj
something something nemi ratatouille and this was made
yes. this is Nemi as a rat. Ratmi at your service~
-
-
-
-
-
-
That finishes it off for Nemi's bday post!
Hopefully I remember to schedule this post for December 7th bc that's when my sona's birthday is!
Irl nemi's bday on the other hand isn't until the 26th! I'll hopefully be making a birthday piece for both Nemi and irl nemi by then!
#twst#twisted wonderland#art#sketch#twst fanart#twst sona#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst wonderland#twst persona#persona#artist persona#old art#art dump#redesign#oc redesign#persona redesign
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
Brother’s best friend- Hector Fort
WC: 2.5k
One rule 'no dating my teammates'.
One rule 'my sister is off limits'.
We each had one rule to follow but of course you always want what you can't have. I didn't mean to break the rule it really wasn't my intention but when Marc took me to one of his training sessions I was drawn to Hector straight away. Not only was he by far the most attractive guy there he was also really sweet to me and maybe a little flirty which only made me want him more. For a while I held back as my brothers words circled round my brain every time I thought about getting to know Hector better but eventually the attraction was too much to ignore it was like we were drawn to each other.
It started out innocently we would just talk to each other while he had a break in training and I'd hang out with him when Marc invited him over. That innocence didn't last long though as when we finally exchanged numbers, without Marc's knowledge of course, all we did was flirt with each other which led to us arranging a secret date. I was nervous for the date as I want sure if we would have a real connection or if it's just easy for us to flirt with each other but we actually got on really well and there was definitely a connection there. We went on a few more dates before he asked me to be his girlfriend which was a good 6 months ago now. Over those 6 months we have only told a total of 3 people one of them was my best friend as I use going to see her as an excuse to see Hector and the other two are some of Hector and Marc's teammates as they caught us kissing after a game once. Everyone that knows is sworn to secrecy and so far they've kept that up because they know if Marc finds out they knew they'll be in trouble too.
As much as it's been hard to hide things from Marc it's definitely worth it. Seeing as it's the one rule he set if he finds out he's definitely going to be mad at both me and Hector. He's a great brother but he's definitely over protective but I guess that comes with being my older brother even if it is just by a few minutes. There are times that I worry he'll find out without me even saying anything because he'll sense that I'm lying. They say twins always have a special connection which is definitely true for me and Marc but he's yet to figure out that I'm hiding something from him which is almost unheard of as I've never kept a secret from him for more than a week before.
Recently it's become harder to hide everything as Hector and I want to spend more time together but that means I have to have more excuses to go out or sleep somewhere else and I can only think of so many. To try and help keep things under wraps Hector has been coming over more as he can hang out with Marc and then secretly break away to spend time with me. That's exactly what's happening today Hector wanted to see me so he made out like he wanted to spend time with my brother so he's coming over and I'll join them so I can be with Hector.
Time seemed to really drag on but eventually I heard the front door and two voices downstairs which meant they were finally home. As much as I wanted to run down straight I couldn't as that would be weird and Marc would definitely ask questions so I waited a bit before grabbing my water bottle and heading downstairs. Like always my brother ignored my existence but Hector looked over and smiled so I smiled back and even kissed the air as my brother was far too focused on turning on the Xbox. Once I filled my water bottle I sat myself on the sofa next to Hector as there was still space next to him and he helpfully sat closest to the kitchen.
"Oh hey I didn't know you were home" Marc said finally acknowledging my presence
"You never do but I had homework to finish so I decided to stay in today and get it done" I said
"Well you can join us if you want that's if you want to be beaten again" he laughed
"Maybe I'll beat you this time I've been practicing" I said
"Since when?" He asked
"Oh while you're at training I've been practicing" I replied
That was a lie I've been playing with Hector at his place but luckily I can think quickly and Marc still seems none the wiser. We all played fifa for a while and of course I didn't beat Marc but I definitely did better than I used to so Hector's coaching has really helped me out. I took a break from playing to make dinner for everyone but the boys kept playing after dinner. Eventually it got dark and time went on so Marc suggested that Hector stay over as it was late and they both had training in the morning. Sometimes it's just too easy this is exactly what I was hoping would happen and yet again my brother pulls through in helping me break the one rule he set for me which he does more than he knows.
I left and got myself ready for bed then all I had to do was wait. My phone kept me entertained until my bedroom door opened slowly to reveal my lovely boyfriend who was trying to be as quiet as possible so that my brother wasn't alerted that he was here. Once he made it past all the squeaky floor boards and to the other side of my bed he hopped in and opened his arms for me. Of course I immediately attached myself to Hector and he wrapped his arms around me as tightly as he could. He peppered kisses all over my face before his lips finally met mine in a passionate kiss which I've been waiting for all day.
"I've missed you" Hector said kissing me again
"I've missed you too" I replied
"You know maybe we should tell Marc we've been together for a while now and I hate not being able to see you as much as I want and having to sneak around is getting harder" I said
"I would love to not have to hide things but I value my life too much you know he would kill me if he found out that we're together especially for as long as we have been" he said
"I know but one day we have to say something we can't live like this forever" I pointed out
"I know but let's leave it a bit longer if he hasn't found out when we've been together for a year we can tell him then" Hector reasoned
"Fine but until then you better give me lots of love" I laughed
"Don't you worry I will give you everything I've got to give" he smiled
Hector and I stayed up longer than we probably should've but we just wanted to make the most of the time together. We had to wake up early too so that Hector could leave my room before Marc wakes up but spending the time together was definitely worth the lack of sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
Marc didn't catch me and Hector when he stayed in my room the other night and last night I said I was staying with my best friend but really I spent the night at Hector's. We had a great time he set up candles and cooked dinner so we could have a romantic meal together which was really nice as we never get to do that because we can't go out together. I really enjoyed getting to spend a romantic evening with Hector as we don't get to spend much time together and we never really get to have proper dates unless Marc is away which isn't very often. Hector really stuck to his promise too as he made me feel so loved and definitely gave me everything he's got all night long.
Sadly he had to leave for training quite early but he let me stay until I needed to leave for school and let me lock up with the spare key he gave me a little while back. As soon as I arrived at school people were giving me weird looks which I thought was odd but sometimes this happens when Marc does something good with the team as people know we are twins. It was only when I got the same look from my friends that I started to consider it was something to do with me that was garnering all this attention. To begin with they wouldn't tell me simply just giggling thinking that I was joking around but I wasn't I had no idea what was so funny.
"Seriously guys what's going on what have I done?" I asked
"Have you seriously not noticed" one of my friends laughed
"Noticed what?" I asked getting annoyed
"The hickeys on your neck I mean they are everywhere and they don't exactly blend in" my best friend finally said
"Shit I didn't notice I got ready really quickly this morning I didn't really pay any attention" I panicked
"Is it really that bad?" I then asked
"It's definitely bad you will want to try and cover them before you see your brother if you don't want him to kill you" another friend said
"And Hector" my best friend added
"Wait these are from Hector" one friend said
"I thought you weren't allowed to date your brother's teammates" another added
"First off yes Hector we've been dating for a while but we've been keeping it quiet clearly until now and second no I'm not supposed to date any of the boys in the team which is why Marc will kill us both if he finds out" I spiralled
"Don't worry about it right now you should get home first just put some concealer on and keep it on until the bruises are gone" my best friend said trying to calm me down
"You're right and remember no one say anything about Hector as you'll be on trial for being involved in our murders ok" I said
They all promised me and we headed to our first class. In every class I sat with my hand covering my neck as I don't need anyone else wondering who seemingly assaulted my neck and I definitely don't want the teachers seeing. It was a long day with all the looks I was getting the boys teasing me asking who the lucky guy was as usually no one comes near me as they are all scared of Marc. Eventually though the end of the day came and I practically ran home to cover up the bruises which only seemed to get worse throughout the day.
When I finally got a good look at myself in the mirror I could see what everyone was looking it was bad like really bad. As soon as I get the chance I'm definitely going to kill Hector for this as not only was it embarrassing to look like this at school I now I have to be really careful not to rub off the concealer I'll need on my neck for the next few days. Once I started applying makeup to my neck I realised that not even my best concealer was going to fix this. You could still see the deep purple marks under no matter how much I put on so in the end I just took it all off. I'd rather have Marc see the hickeys as they are than see my attempt to cover them as I know he'll be more suspicious if I'm trying to hide them. The only thing I did was put some cream on that will hopefully help the bruises go away a bit quicker. Seeing as there was nothing I could do I just had to wait to see what would happen when Marc came home.
The front door opening and closing startled me as I wasn't expecting Marc to be home for another hour but in he came along with Hector. Marc barely walked a few steps in before he stopped and silence filled the room. He looked at me then my neck and I looked at him then at Hector who's jaw might as well have been on the floor he was that shocked looking at what he'd done. Then it happened Marc turned to Hector and saw his expression and suddenly the vibe in the room changed. I watched Marc as his hands balled up into fists and anger filled his eyes. I don't know how but he knew he finally figured it out.
"Are you serious" Marc broke the silence
"Have you seriously been fucking my sister behind my back" he pretty much screamed
"What no why would you think that" Hector said clearly panicked
"Well my sisters neck looks like a vampire attacked it and you had scratches all down your back this morning so unless this is a huge coincidence there is something going on here" Marc continued to scream
"Ok fine I'll admit that I did that but it's not just sex I promise" Hector said
"Yeah we've been together for over 6 months now we aren’t just fuck buddies we are actually together" I added
"There was one rule for both of you and you broke it and then thought you could hide it from me how long did you plan to keep this a secret forever until you were married" Marc raged
"I'll admit we should've told you sooner but we both knew we were breaking the rules and didn't want this to happen but I can say with full confidence that I love your sister I really do I would never dream of hurting her she's everything to me so I'm sorry we hid this but we just didn't want to anger you" Hector explained
"Do you really love her?" Marc asked calming down slightly
"I do she makes me so happy and I love her a lot" Hector said
"Do you love him?" Marc asked me
"Yeah he treats me well and he puts a smile on my face" I said
"I guess if you two are happy together there's nothing I can do but no kissing in front of me or I will kill you both and if you ever hurt her bro I won't hesitate to beat your ass" Marc threatened
"Understood" Hector said
"Thank you for understanding we really are happy together I'm just sorry you had to find out this way" I said hugging Marc then going over to Hector
Hector smiled at me and held my waist gently which actually put a small smile on Marc's face. I don't think it will be long before he comes to terms with our relationship and lets us be but for now I don't think I want to test that theory.
236 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Little Mad Sometimes
Pairing: Ghostface x Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. FILTH, PWP, cursing, protected PIV, oral (male and fem receiving), degradation kink, toxic smut, mocking, minor knife kink, use of pet names, overstimulation if you squint, all consensual. Established relationship.
Summary: Playing hide and seek with Billy and Stu looking for you was beyond fun. But they have to catch you eventually.
Word Count: 4,032k
A/N: Full moon's out, I'm out being feral again. Happy Halloweek! Time for more spooky smut, because YESSS. This is my favorite gif of them. I'm off to throw this movie on for the thousandth time. Tagging those who interacted with my previous fic, I can totally remove it if you don't want to be tagged! Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! Please put age in bios or else I block!
Taglist: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @notapradagurl7 @lovedlover @sevikasblackgf @miyuhpapayuh @planetblaque
The heavy thud of a knife hit a table somewhere in the house and you flinched. Your hand knocked into the wall with a small smack and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. Your heart thundered in your chest. Anticipation and fear mixed into a heady cocktail.
You squeezed your bare thighs together, your short shorts were barely long enough to cover your ass. That was Billy’s idea. His favorite part of you was your thighs. Watching them, holding them, kneading them. If he was near you, he was touching you.
You dared to peek in between the door jam and the door. All of the lights were off casting everything in shades of black and gray. With the lack of sight, your hearing strained for anything familiar. Anything to put you at ease.
Every so often, you’d hear a creak. Or the whoosh of a door being opened. But was it them? Or was it just the house settling? Each new sound set your nerves on edge.
Playing hide and seek was so much harder with two people looking for you than just one. The house was on the big side, so there were plenty of areas to hide in. But if they ever cornered you, you were done for.
Of course, the goal was to find you, but your competitive side didn’t want to make it easy. You wore socks to help muffle your movements. Since they were scarily quiet on a good day, you made them wear boots. But then they warned that you had to move around the house. You couldn’t just camp out behind a door forever. They needed you loosened up and limber. For reasons.
The hallway was pitch black; even if they were standing right at the door, you wouldn’t be able to see them. Still, rules were rules. You slid out from behind your bedroom door, peeking down both sides of the hallway. There was no movement, so you crept slowly down.
If you could make it to the bathroom…
The stairs creaked, sending your heartbeat through the roof. You huffed, whipping your head to the other end of the hallway. A shadow played on the wall. A figure moved slowly. A knife scraped against the wall.
“This is our best game yet,” a voice whispered. You didn’t know if it was Billy or Stu walking up the steps. It didn’t bode well that you only knew where one was.
You lifted your feet slowly but quickly, tiptoeing down the hall. Your eyes were trained on the stairs, watching that shadow move higher and higher. Your pulse jumped in your throat.
Your hand searched behind you for the door. Finding it, you slowly backed in. You didn’t dare move the door as you got behind it, close to the wall. The house was older than those in the neighborhood and everything fucking creaked. You suspected your parents liked it that way. Wouldn’t want you to sneak out without them noticing. Without a chance to stop you from doing something naughty. If only they could see their baby girl now.
You strained to hear over the sound of your heartbeat. One of them stopped making sounds. You were sure, even in their boots, that the carpet underneath muffled the sound. You could only rely on that faint sixth sense of the area around you.
Light rustling made you widen your eyes. Not that you could really see anything. But you begged for any type of night vision. You heard him move down the hallway, trailing his knife against the wall. You licked your lips, your mouth going dry.
Fuck! This was the wrong place to hide. He stopped outside of the bathroom door, presumably staring in.
You slid a hand over your mouth, quiet as you could, to prevent him from hearing you breathe. “Come out, come out,” he whispered. He sighed. The door flew towards you with a loud kick from him and you jumped.
The door got caught on the rug, preventing it from slamming against you and giving away your position. You shook. Adrenaline pumped through you. Distantly, there was a sound of a door slamming against the wall. These two were so in sync it was frightening sometimes.
But, good to know that they weren’t on the same level of the house. Bad to know that they weren’t on the same level of the house. Either one could catch you as you moved about, scurrying to avoid detection.
The one near you stepped into the bathroom. You watched the shadows undulate as he moved. His ghostface mask was a stark contrast against the darkness. The ghostly image seemed to float in mid air. You were fairly sure this was Billy.
He was a lot calmer, more rational of the pair. He had ice water in his veins. Moving like a predator where Stu stumbled around like an excited baby giraffe.
A crashing noise split the air. Billy turned to the sound and ran down the hallway. You heard his thunderous footsteps descend the stairs and you eased out of the bathroom once more, crossing the hall, towards your parents room. You thought about the attic, but that was too easy. They found you there in under twenty minutes last time. It wasn’t easy to move around up there in the dark, plus it was creepy and full of spiderwebs. No thank you.
You moved quickly, sliding to the floor and shimmying under the bed. The cushy carpet slid over your skin as you wiggled underneath. Your chest burned with the need to take a full breath. You counted in your head, willing your racing heart to calm down.
But you were too anxious. Too keyed up with the thrill of being prey. You heard the stairs creak again. You strained once more, trying to discern any and all types of sound.
Cold slender hands encircled your ankles and yanked. You screamed, throat burning, kicking your legs. But it was futile. The hands gripped you harder, pulling you completely out from under the bed until you were exposed.
“Oh, what do we have here?” Stu’s excited voice carried from beneath his mask.
“Wait!” You yelled out.
Light flooded the room rendering you blind temporarily. You blinked away hot tears as Stu stood in front of you and Billy leaned against the door frame. He tilted his head as Stu gripped you by the arms now and lifted you clean off of the ground.
He turned you roughly, to face Billy. His hands were like steel, wrenching your arms behind your back. He pushed into you and your head barely came up to his chin. “I caught a rabbit,” he sang.
He removed his mask, chuckling in your ear. He ran his hands up and down your arms. Goosebumps pebbled your skin.
“I thought you were downstairs,” you pouted. You stared as Billy lazily removed his mask. His hair fell over his brow and you couldn’t help a quiet hum. Watching these two never failed to take your breath away. They were gorgeous. They were intense. They didn’t do anything by half measures.
“Remind me to give that stupid animal extra treats,” Stu said with a dreamy sigh.
“You bastard! You two planned this,” you said.
Billy’s smirk only confirmed it. Of course they planned it. It was uncanny how Billy seemed to know your moves before you did.
“It’s not hard. Figured you’d run to mommy and daddy’s room. Is that where you want it?” Billy asked as he crept closer. “To be fucked in your parents’ bed?”
You loosed a breath. The thought hadn’t even occurred to you. You ran in here because it was the only logical place from the bathroom. The bell had been rung. You glanced towards the bed. It would be much bigger than your little full sized bed.
“I think she’s considering it,” Billy said to Stu, talking over your head. Stu grinned and chuckled, his warm breaths fanning across your neck.
His hands slipped from your arms, no longer trying to restrain you. He moved his hands to your chest, immediately grabbing your tits and pushed them together. You wore a flimsy tank top, no bra.
The house was cold, courtesy of Billy once more. Your arms were freezing while your nipples poked out and Stu zeroed in on them, tweaking and rolling it between his fingers. Sharp zings of pleasure ran through you.
You were equal parts hot and cold. Your skin was overly sensitive, waiting. Stu licked the shell of your ear and you moaned, the traitorous sound escaping before you could snatch it back.
“We caught you. Know what that means?” Billy asked. He tilted his head once more, his hair falling into his eyes. You groaned and stomped your foot.
“You know this is bullshit,” you said. But inside, your mouth watered thinking of wrapping your lips around Billy’s dick. You leaned on the tips of your toes as Stu pinched your nipples. A sound of protest left you and Stu mocked you.
“Aww, too rough?” He asked.
“Yes,” you said.
“Too bad,” he said and laughed. He continued to pinch and tug at your nipples. Your panties grew more damp by the second.
“Knees,” Billy huffed out. You dropped down, watching him the whole time. He watched you descend, waited till your knees hit the ground and shook his head. He inclined his head to Stu and you shivered. You couldn’t decide who you wanted your hands on more. You turned around.
“Thanks buddy,” Stu said. He unzipped his pants, wasting no time shoving them down and stepping out of them. His shirt went next and he eagerly pumped his fingers along his length.
You watched the action, licking your lips in anticipation. You knew the taste of him and yet you gingerly moved your head forward, licking his offered dick. He groaned at the first swipe of your tongue.
He was so tall. It was near impossible to maintain eye contact with him while you pleased him. So you didn’t try. You opened your mouth and he shoved in, groaning at the feel of your mouth. “Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned.
His hands petted you as you suckled and worshiped his dick. You felt Billy kneel behind you and you shifted until he could scoot in more. “Suck harder,” he commanded.
You did as he instructed, sucking harder on Stu who moaned uncontrollably. “Fucker,” Stu moaned.
“Play with his balls,” Billy said. You raised your hands and softly massaged Stu’s balls. His dick twitched in your mouth, his hips leaning away. You chased him, fighting to fit more of him back inside.
Billy’s hands moved up and down your body. He lifted your shirt and played with the soft skin underneath. His cold fingers found your hardened nipples and you moaned around Stu’s dick keeping a steady rhythm in your mouth.
You tried to play with Stu, tried to tease him a little. Your tongue swirled the tip of his dick. But Billy’s hands on you were breaking your concentration.
“Faster,” Billy snapped. You cried and bobbed your head, taking Stu deeper. You moved your hands to Stu’s thighs because there was no way that you could fondle him and focus on what Billy was up to.
Billy moved his right hand lower, slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts. He moved lower, past your panties, and teased your dripping wet slit. “She’s fucking soaked, Stu,” Billy cooed in your ear.
Stu’s dick twitched with a deep groan from him. You licked the vein on the underside of his dick, carefully tracing the curve. “Fuck,” he groaned and released hot cum down your throat.
“Swallow it like a good little slut,” Billy said.
You did as he demanded. You swallowed Stu’s load. Stu slipped from your lips with a sigh and painted the rest of his cum on your lips. His dark grin turned feral as your lips glistened with his cum.
You licked the rest of him from your lips. “My turn,” Billy said.
Stu pulled you up to stand in front of him. He removed your tank top, squatting down to kiss your belly, your chest, lick your nipple, and your neck. The shirt went over your head while Billy tugged your shorts and panties off.
You stepped out of it and faced both of them. They were gorgeous. Complete opposites and yet so similar. Billy’s dark hair suited him. Stu’s hair was a grade lighter, more brown and closer cropped.
Billy shoved you onto the bed and you flopped onto it, bouncing a little. Stu groaned and moved around to the other side of the bed. He grabbed you roughly, spinning you around and pushing you into the position he wanted.
He laid you on your back, your head back towards Billy. He spread your legs and looked at your dripping wet pussy. His eyes practically sparkled as he drank you in. “You really liked my dick in your mouth, didn’t you?” Stu asked softly.
You leaned up on your elbows. The sound of Billy moving made you wonder if he was finally getting undressed. You kept your eyes on Stu though, on the subtle vulnerability there. “It’s all I think about,” you said.
Stu’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping a little in surprise.
“Sometimes I can’t stand it. Sitting on my bed, late at night, with the burning need to cum,” you said. Stu licked his lips and climbed onto the bed.
“I have the door closed, my panties off, my fingers buried in my pussy,” you said.
Stu huffed, his face close to your core. “I bet you get them in deep,” he said. His gaze dropped to your pussy, to the way it clenched and contracted around nothing.
“I can only get them so far. It’s not like when you’re inside me, so deep, so good,” you moaned. A rush of heat ran through you as you watched Stu’s eyes light up. You never had to doubt if he wanted you. Hunger and desire played over his features. He leaned in, rubbing his nose through your slit.
“Tell him the rest,” Billy said. He moved closer to your head. You leaned your head upside down. He glanced at you, still so cool and collected. Sometimes, you wonder why Billy bothered with you. You were gorgeous, of course, but Billy got that look in his eye. Like he was picturing what you looked like on the inside.
It should frighten you. You suspected that he really would kill someone. Just to see. But then he’d smile, like nothing was wrong. He’d make a joke or change the subject to something random. Or he’d place your hand on the front of his pants and tell you that he needed you. And who were you to resist?
“I get so wet and needy. Thinking of you. Wishing you were there, getting me off instead. Sometimes I hump my pillow too,” you returned your eyes to Stu.
He watched you with that small look in his eyes. Like he wanted to reject what you were saying. “I have to bite my pillow to keep from screaming your name,” you said. You were making yourself wetter. It was just the other day that you did this. Thinking of them got you so hot and bothered. You’d spend hours in your room, playing with yourself, getting yourself worked up thinking of what else they can do to you.
Billy caressed your cheek, pulling your attention to him. He smiled. He leaned down and kissed you. Your lips pressed together seamlessly. His tongue danced with yours. Stu flattened his tongue against your slit, licking up the arousal that seeped past your pussy lips.
You gasped into Billy’s mouth and he hummed. “Like that, huh?”
You nodded, kissing him again. “Need to be full, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, please,” you whined.
Billy looked over at Stu and nodded. Something passed between them. Stu stopped and you whined, wanting his tongue back on you. He placed his hands under your ass and pushed. Billy grabbed you under your arms and pulled. You scooted across the bed as if you weighed nothing.
Your head hung off the bed. Billy slapped your face with his thick dick. “Open up,” he said. He rolled his neck as you opened your mouth. He pushed inside, grunting.
Stu moved up the bed, positioning himself in between your legs. His tongue lapped up your juices before his fingers spread you open. Then he truly went to work, sucking and licking your pussy.
You cried out, mouth too full of Billy to say anything. Your hips wriggled on the bed. Stu grabbed your thighs and pushed them open wider, as wide as they would go, and feasted on you. Billy grabbed your flailing arms and pinned them to the bed.
He started to stroke, moving in and out of your mouth. His pace was smooth and unhurried, but he shoved in without a care. You choked and he kept going, knowing your limits. “You can do it. Suck me down,” he coaxed.
Stu was relentless, flicking your clit back and forth. Their styles were mixed and it was driving you nuts. You didn’t know who to pay attention to. Your pussy throbbed and your legs shook. Your pathetic whines did nothing to sway the both of them to mercy.
Stu moved his whole head, your juices coating the entire lower half of his face. “Taste so fuckin’ good,” he moaned.
You whined, your moans vibrating across Billy’s dick. He sighed and panted as he moved in and out of your mouth. “Like getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Mhhm,” you moaned. He still held you down. You tested his restraint, but he gave you no wiggle room. He was fucking your mouth and you were going to lay there and take it.
Stu switched tactics. One of his hands brushed across your thigh, down towards your pussy. He plunged two fingers inside and you leaned up, the pleasure too intense for words. He pumped his fingers in time with his tongue.
Your stomach flipped, your orgasm building higher and faster. You cried and moaned but it came anyway, flushing through you and rolling over you in waves. Your eyes crossed riding it and Billy still fucked your mouth. Your moans seemed to spur him on faster and faster until he was shooting his load into your mouth.
It was odd to swallow him down this way, but you had plenty of practice over the past few months. Billy grumbled something as he slipped out. Stu moved back, pulling his fingers out of you and licking his fingers.
You were as limp as noodles, so sure that you were completely spent. What a fucking rush. The adrenaline from earlier had morphed into a mix of pain and pleasure as your orgasm ran its course. But they were far from done.
Billy and Stu moved in tandem to position you how they wanted. Now, you were on your knees, ass in the air, and leaning on your elbows. Stu leaned up on his knees on the bed, his erect dick jumping close to your face.
Billy stood behind you, his still hard dick poking at your entrance. It was so tempting to have him fuck you raw, to feel him without a barrier in between you. The last thing you two wanted were kids. Fucking yuck.
“What are we going to do with our little cock-hungry whore?” Stu asked. He had his head cocked to the side, looking down at you.
“She’s so fucking needy,” Billy said. He moved away, probably to grab a condom. You heard his clothing hit the ground, a package opening, and then Billy was back at your entrance.
“It’s taking more and more to please her every time,” Billy continued. They talked about you as if you were an object. Just a dumb little toy they played with together.
Stu ran his thumb across your lips and you sucked him in, needing something in your fucking mouth. You were spent, but fuck, you wanted them. You were mad with the lust, with the desire to have them to yourself.
“Open up like a good slut,” Stu said.
You opened your mouth and Stu slipped his dick in, a deep sigh escaping him as he threw his head back. “Fuck,” he grunted. His face twisted, the pleasure too much for him. That only turned you on more. That you got to turn him on too. You had the power to render him slack jawed, face turned towards the ceiling, bliss across his pretty features.
Billy shoved in with one hard thrust and you braced yourself on the bed to keep from shoving face first into Stu’s groin.
You growled, the feeling of being full overpowering and heady. “Do that again, that felt fucking amazing,” Stu said.
You thought he was talking to you. Billy pulled out and then shoved back in, deeper and harder this time. Your growl was immediate, tapered off with a whine. “Oh fuck, so good,” Stu whispered.
Billy pounded into your slick walls, grabbing your hips and throwing you down onto his dick. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, digging for purchase. He angled up and hit your G spot. Tears rushed to your eyes at how deep he was. He felt too good. Too amazing. Stu’s dick in your mouth twitched as he watched Billy fuck you. Watched the tears leak from your eyes and down your face.
“Aw, is it too much?” He asked.
“Mhm,” you said.
“You hear that Billy? She wants more,” Stu said.
You screeched as Billy increased his pace, hitting that spot over and over until you were shaking through another orgasm. Your body went limp, your thighs spasming and convulsing. Billy held you up, still ramming inside of you.
The force of Billy’s thrusts pushed you onto Stu. It was like he was fucking you both. Stu muttered incoherently as your mouth took him deeper and slobber drooled from your lips and onto the bed. Your arousal gushed out of you, leaking down your thighs.
“Shit, shit, there, right there,” Stu stuttered. He bit his lip and moaned as he climaxed, hot splashes of his cum coating your tongue. Your mouth worked on its own, sucking him down and drinking every drop he gave you.
Billy leaned over you, panting and huffing. His fingers still dug into your hips as if he were afraid to let you go. Stu massaged your jaw as he coaxed his dick from your mouth. He wiped up the drool and winked at you.
You couldn’t take another one. But you desperately wanted to flip over so that Stu could have a turn. He chuckled as if he could read the thought on your face.
“We know your limits, babe,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, swiping his tongue across your lips. “We have all weekend for more,” he said.
You wanted to protest. You wanted to please him now. You wanted them both to have a turn inside of you. You worked your jaw, working the dull ache out. But a yawn escaped you.
Stu softly pushed you to lay down on your side. He curled in behind you, his warm chest into your back. You hummed as his warmth encapsulated you completely. Billy disappeared to get rid of the condom.
“Look at you two,” he murmured. He turned off the lights, plunging you back into the inky darkness.
“You’re not invited,” Stu said. You elbowed him softly and he protested.
“There’s plenty of room.” Billy laid down in front of you, facing you. He kissed you softly.
“Ours,” he barely breathed. Maybe he didn’t think you’d hear him, but you kissed the corner of his mouth. He smirked and shook his head.
Stu snored softly in your ear. You giggled, snuggling deeper into him. Between the two of them, you felt like you were in a sauna. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Psst, there's more! The Secret Ghostface Files
#Megaminds Secret Files#The Secret Ghostface Files#Scream smut#Scream fanfic#Scream fan fic#Scream fan fiction#Scream fanfiction#Billy x Stu x Reader#x reader#x you#Billy x you#Stu x you#Billy and Stu#Billy Loomis#Stu Macher#ghostface smut#ghostface fanfic#ghostface fan fic#ghostface fanfiction#ghostface fan fiction
392 notes
·
View notes
Text
Please heed the warnings. Find the prompt list HERE.
── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ──
DAY 29 Prompt: Growth 726 words C/W: NB season 3 and OG season 4 spoilers, body horror, minor gore
There is a lump.
Between Simeon’s shoulder blades, a bit higher than halfway down his back. That spot that he can almost scratch, but can’t quite get a good angle. It takes effort to push his hand down from above, to gently skirt the flesh that seems to swell just out of reach.
It is easier to measure the space without mentioning what no longer exists there, twin scars inflamed and infected when he glances over his shoulder in the mirror. His gut squirming with that familiar guilt, he shrugs on the silky navy button up that he had first started wearing in the human world. His trembling fingers slip over the gold buttons of his vest, struggle to center the knot of his tie.
“I just felt like wearing this today,” He rehearses to his reflection. “Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong.”
Luke takes his words at face value, though the lingering stare from Raphael tells Simeon that the older angel will be harder to fool. Plastering his best smile across his face, aware that perhaps he is trying a little too hard, Simeon attempts to telepathically inform his friend to leave it.
Not now.
A little voice in his head taunts, “Will you ever be ready to admit it?”
The days go by, Simeon silencing the intrusive thoughts ruminating inside his skull, clinging to the interior slope like a fungus festering from pious neglect. Roots were planted deep in his brain, curling around memories of his brothers’ faces as they tumbled from celestial light, shadowed tendrils tugging at their limbs and stitching up their wounds.
The Devildom wove sutures of sin through once heavenly flesh, and now Simeon sees the own red of his wounds turning dark, rotten, evil. The growth between his shoulders pulses, grows, and he swears he can make out movement beneath the thinning layer of skin suppressing whatever shifts underneath.
He wants to scream. He wants to rip out his tongue and plead forgiveness.
He wants to tear out his heart and eat it whole, give himself fully to that voice in his head that promises his rightful place at Lord Diavolo’s side.
Simeon scratches at the edges of what he can only describe as a tumor, hunching his back and rendering his button up ill-fitting. He supposes he can’t wear his angel robes instead–No, the growth would appear prominent, bulging from his spine.
It’s only a matter of time before Solomon effectively corners Simeon in the kitchen of Purgatory Hall. “You’re corrupted,” the sorcerer states matter-of-factly. When Simeon tries to protest (the attempt half-hearted at best), Solomon only laughs, “Really, are you surprised?”
No. No, he isn’t. He knew it was only a matter of time, that he was playing a dangerous game, that his heart had long yearned for a being forbidden to his lips. Was this his punishment? A grotesque deformity all for longing for a reciprocated affection?
“But, that’s not what scares you, is it?” The little voice teases. “It’s not because you’re becoming a demon, but because you like it.”
The attention.
The recognition.
The concern, the desperation of his peers to save what has been long lost.
Your sweet, doe eyes, watching him with such lovely pity.
Simeon can see the wings, now. They are small, still developing. Bare, fleshy bones flexing like a chicken embryo within the egg. His spine aches, curves towards the ground from the weight of the lump. He finds himself wondering how they will present themselves. Feathered like Lucifer’s or leathery and bat-like like Mammon’s and Asmo’s? He doesn’t think they resemble the exoskeleton extension of Beelzebub’s insectoid wings. Perhaps they will be something entirely different.
The image of a swallow soars behind his eyes, symmetric wings curved towards the sky above as it flexes its dark feathers. The swallow, the harbinger of land, the symbol of homecoming.
Simeon grins, a sinister smile in his reflection as the pressure within the growth reaches a breaking point. Blood begins to seep from the slightest rip of flesh, and he can’t hold back the wild laughter that tears from his lungs.
“You’ve wanted this all along,” That voice coos, and Simeon embraces the darkness as he scratches at his skin, allows his true self to unfurl for the first time.
He speaks to his reflection, though doesn’t recognize the words spilling from his lips, “Welcome home.”
── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ──
OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST
49 notes
·
View notes