#but at least we have each other to lean on

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◟𖥻 cabin confessions : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

y/n loves gushing about Percy to her siblings, Percy accidentally finds out about this and he's absolutely obsessed with it.

author: i'll never get tired of cabin ten reader x percy, probs will write more abt them because ugh i just love them, also mentions of marriage!!

She sits on her bed, a brush in her hand as she gently runs it through the little girl's hair, her touch tender and soothing, pouring care into each stroke through the knots.

Her siblings sit in a circle around her on the floor, listening to her and hanging onto her every word as she recalls the time she was just friends with Percy.

"How come you two started dating?" Lacy asks, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

They already know how the story goes, they have heard about it at least twice now, but every time they look as interested on it as if it was their first time hearing about it.

"We were friends for a long time. I always thought that's all we would ever be." She starts, settling down the brush. "Percy was just... you know, Percy. All charming and brave and, well— completely clueless about my crush on him."

One of them giggles. "You had a crush on him first? wasn't he the one that asked you out?"

"Yes, he was, but it took him long enough to do it." she replies, smiling fondly at the memory as she starts to braid her sister's hair. "We kissed first, can you believe it? and even after that, Percy was still a nervous wreck when he asked me out. It was like he had forgotten how to talk and kept stumbling over his words, I honestly thought he was choking at some point."

The group erupts into laughter.

"And did you say yes right away?" Another sister pipes up, leaning forward with anticipation.

"I don't think he would've survived if I didn’t." She grins, her fingers working on the braid. "He was so sweet, he took me out for a picnic by the lake and he was honestly... just so perfect. I couldn't say no to him."

One of her brothers smirks, leaning back. "I would've made him work harder for it."

"He's worth it. He's always worth it." a chorus of 'awws' fill the room just as she's finished with her Lily's braid. "Okay, who's next?"

Lily grins at her and goes to sit down with the rest of the siblings, happy with her new braid, and the next sister in line takes her place on the bed while y/n grabs the brush again.

She knows they're not done with their questions. "And how did you two kiss for the first time?"

Beaming at the question, she tells the whole story again and again, going through the details while keeping everyone's hair knotless and braided.

Percy has always been amused by y/n's relationship with her siblings. Besides Tyson, he doesn't have anyone else to share a cabin with, so he doesn’t really get too many bonding opportunities as she does. She always tells him about the endless afternoons of talking, the movie nights, the blanket forts, and he can't help but feel just the tiniest bit of envy as he listens.

Right now, Tyson isn't even around because he's too busy to come back to camp this summer. So even if Percy's trying hard to respect his girlfriend's quality time with her siblings this afternoon, he ends up missing her too much.

Which leads him here, finally giving up on spending time by himself, he heads towards cabin 10, hoping y/n will let him crash her sleepover because he just needs to see her.

However, just when he's about to knock on the wooden door, he notices it's slightly cracked open. Laughter spills out, and he can even pick up her laugh among the others.

He doesn’t mean to pry, really, but it's not his fault that just when he's about to announce himself, he hears one of her little sisters asking. "And do you think you'll marry him?"

Percy stops right on his track, something just tells him they're talking about him. His suspicions only get confirmed when y/n is the one replying to the question. "Well, we're still young. But I can't picture myself marrying anyone else, you know?"

Gasps and excited chatter fill the room. Some of them beg for her to be flower girls at the wedding, while she tries, and fails, to get them to quiet down.

Percy's frozen in his spot. His heart skips a beat or two at her words. He leans against the doorframe, unable to stop the smile creeping across his face.

"Do you think he wants to marry you, too?" another one asks when the room finally falls silent again.

He does. Percy wants to make his presence known just to answer the question himself.

y/n chuckles softly "Well that's something that you'd have to ask him. But I sure hope so."

"You should propose to him instead." one suggests, they all break into a fit of giggles.

"Maybe I should. Do you reckon he'd like that?" She asks playfully.

Another sibling chimes in "He'd probably faint right on the spot."

Percy can't help himself anymore. Before he can think it through, his knuckles softly knock on the door. Everyone immediately falls silent, turning to look at the doorway, where he's shyly standing.

y/n's smile grows bigger once she looks up and finds him there. "Percy!"

"hope i'm not interrupting anything." he steps in, trying to keep his cool even though his heart is racing.

The Aphrodite kids exchange mischievous looks, some covering their mouths to hide their giggles. Lacy's the one to pipe up. "We were just talking about you!"

"Oh, really?" Percy has to act as if he didn’t know that already, raising his eyebrows as he glances at y/n, her cheeks are already tinted a pretty shade of pink. "Good things, I hope?"

"Of course" she recovers quickly, making some space for him to sit beside her on the bed. "What are you doing here?"

Percy carefully steps around the circle of Aphrodite kids on the floor and plops down beside her. "Just missed you." He replies simply, already reaching for her hand.

Her siblings immediately protest. "Don't distract her! it's her turn to braid."

She laughs, setting the brush down and instead taking Percy's hand, her delicate fingers lacing with his. "Don't worry, I'll still braid everyone's hair. Percy's just here to join the fun."

He chuckles, playfully shrugging. "I've always wanted to learn how to braid, I guess"

Her siblings break into laughter, and y/n rolls her eyes affectionately. That's how Percy ends up being instructed by a bunch of Aphrodite children on how to make a perfect braid while he listens to their chatter, laughing as they share stories with him.

Every now and then, y/n sneaks a glance at him, her eyes soft with affection and he remembers what he overheard. He will never forget it. But everytime she looks at him, he knows she wasn't lying just by the love he's able to see in her eyes.

Later, when everyone is happy with their braids and every story they could think about has been told, they start to drift away to their different sides of the cabin and Percy finds his perfect opportunity to mention what he overheard. He can't keep it to himself any longer.

"For the record." He starts, tugging her closer to him. "I can't picture myself marrying anyone else either."

Her breath catches and her face turns crimson. She immediately hides her face against his chest. "You weren't supposed to hear that!"

Percy laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss against her temple. "Just let me take care of the proposal, yeah?"

She's utterly embarrased, but she finally laughs, swatting his chest lightly as she mumbles. "Deal"

They settle back into each other’s arms, the warmth of the moment lingering between them as they think about how lucky they are to have each other. Next time, when her siblings gather around her bed asking questions, she’ll have some news to share with them.

[charmedimsure]

Hi i like to make an request for an Nam-gyu x fem player oneshot or headcanons whatever works better with you to write with - for reader join their team cause she was once a background dancer during one of thanos shows and is loyal to him but falling for the more brutal (cinnamon roll!) Nam-gyu slowly during the games?

Shadow of Loyalty

pairing: Nam-gyu x f!reader

summary: You get dragged onto the team of a rapper you used to dance for, but you can't complain when another team member keeps giving you that cute smile.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: guns, death, drugs, blood, squid game stuff

A/N: i've been wanting to write for nam-gyu but couldn't think of anything so ty 🙏 if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

"Hey," a voice says behind you. You turn, seeing a girl with short hair standing there. She wears a choker, as well as a nose ring and lip ring. "Do you have a team yet?"

You smile at her, shaking your head. "No."

"We should team up," she says. "I'm Se-mi. What's your name?"

As you're about to tell her, you see a familiar head of purple hair in the crowd. The same head you've been avoiding for the past day.

You lower your face, bringing your hand up to shield yourself. "Oh, crap."

"Señorita, excuse me."

Se-mi turns around, as she hears the voice, staring at Thanos.

"Let's play the game together."

You shrink a bit, positioning yourself so Se-mi is blocking you from Thanos' view.

"Well, why should I?"

"Don't you know who he is?" one of the boys at his side asks. "He's Thanos, the rapper. I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps."

You turn your back to them, trying as hard as you can to keep the rapper from noticing you.

The other boy speaks up. "Hang on, a girl? We don't know what the game is."

"I, Thanos the great, will protect you."

Se-mi breathes out a laugh. "Right, Thanos. So have you got all the infinity stones?"

"Of course." You roll your eyes, knowing he's showing off his dumb nail polish. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way. Just stick with me and you'll be safe. Okay?"

"But I already asked someone to join me," Se-mi says. Your heart picks up.

"No problem. Who is it?"

Se-mi moves to the side and you turn, giving the rapper a tight-lipped smile and small wave.

"No way," Thanos says, a wide smile on his face. He comes up to you, throwing his arms around you. "Señorita! I can't believe you're here!"

"Woah!" the boy to the right of Thanos says, eyes wide. "You were one of his dancers, right?"

You nod, not quite making eye contact with the boy. You look up at the other one and find that he's staring at you, mouth parted slightly.

Both of Thanos' hands grab onto your shoulders, squeezing them. "This is gonna be awesome."

You look at Se-mi, seeing her give you an apologetic look. You just shrug. At least you have a team.

<>

"Please decide players for each mini-game."

You lean forward, looking at your team on both sides from your spot in the middle of the line. "I can do Jegi. I was good at it as a kid."

"I'm doing Jegi," Thanos says. "You do Spinning Top."

You grit your teeth, taking a deep breath. "I'm not good at Spinning Top."

"I can do Spinning Top," the boy between you and Thanos says.

You nod at him, a silent thank you. "I'll do Gong-gi."

"I can do Flying Stones," Se-mi says.

You nod and look past her to the boy sitting on the end. "Are you alright doing Ddakji?"

He nods, a smile on his face. "I was going to volunteer for it anyway."

You smile. "Great. We got this, guys."

<>

"The following players have been eliminated. Players 016, 045, 178, 189, 198, 254, 286, 341, 396, and 416."

A man on the other side of the room stands up. "We should have left! We're all going to die now! We're all going to die because of those who voted to continue!"

Another man stands. "What are you going to do now?! You think you can survive?! Look at them!"

You feel movement to the left of you and turn to see the boy next to you leaning toward Thanos.

"Can you... can you please give me one of those?"

Thanos eyes him up. "'Those'?"

"The thing you took. You're keeping them inside your cross."

You sigh. You're well aware of what Thanos keeps in his cross. He's tried to get you to take them a few times while you were working together. Thankfully, you always said no, not letting him persuade you into anything.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"If I get nervous and lose the game, we'll all die," The boy's voice shakes. "My hands are shaking like crazy."

Thanos sighs. "Nam-su."

"It's Nam-gyu."

"Right. Nam-gyu." Thanos unzips his jacket, taking out his cross. "Do you know what this is?"

You lean closer, curious. Thanos never told you what they were, part of the reason you turned them down every time.

"Ecstasy? Ketamine?"

Thanos shakes his head. "It's a new kind. It's fucking crazy, man. You can't handle it."

"Hey." Nam-gyu rolls up his sleeve, showing Thanos the inside of his elbow. "I did all kinds of stuff when I was working at the club. I even brought you some when you came to the club."

Thanos opens his cross, taking out one of his pills. "You junkie." He hands it to Nam-gyu, who quickly pops it in his mouth. Thanos looks over Nam-gyu's shoulder, seeing you watching them. "Want one, Señorita?"

You shake your head. "I'll pass."

Nam-gyu looks at you, face falling as you give him a look of disapproval.

<>

The rounds kept going until it was your turn. The boy on the end, who you found out is named Gyeong-su, was able to flip the Ddakji on his second try, and Se-mi hit the stone perfectly on her first attempt.

You walk to the next mini-game, the one you're doing. You take the pieces off the table, crouching as the guard puts the table on the floor. You scatter the pieces onto the table.

Blue. Green. Yellow. Red. Purple. Good.

Purple. Yellow and green. Red and blue...

You deflate as the blue piece falls out of your grasp and onto the track.

"Seriously?!" Thanos yells. "Pick it up and do it right this time!"

You shoot a glare at him. He might not realize it, but his demeaning comments are certainly not helping.

Nam-gyu picks up the fallen piece, handing it to you. "You were so close, you can do it."

You take the piece and nod, once again focusing back on the game.

Red. Yellow. Blue. Green. Purple. Good.

Green. Yellow and blue. Red and purple. Good.

Yellow. Red, blue, purple. Green. Good.

Purple. Green, blue, red, yellow. Good.

Back of hand. Good.

You take a deep breath before tossing the pieces up, quickly grabbing them out of the air.

The pink guard puts their arms up in a circle.

"Pass."

You smile as Nam-gyu shakes you in happiness. The guard takes the small table away from you and you advance to the next mini-game.

The pink guard hands Nam-gyu the top and the string. You watch as he wraps the string. You had been nervous when he took Thanos' pill, but you have to give it to him, his control over the string is flawless.

He pulls his hand back and throws it. You smile as it spins in front of you.

"Pass."

You all celebrate before moving to the final mini-game. Thanos takes the Jegi, pushing the guard out of the way. He throws it into the air.

One kick. Two kicks. Three kicks. Four kicks.

The Jegi falls to the ground.

You huff as Thanos picks it up and throws it again.

One kick. Two kicks. Three kicks.

The toy hits the ground once again.

You can't help but roll your eyes. You would have gotten it by now had he let you play Jegi. Your high score as a kid was 27 kicks in a row. You look at the clock. You still have a minute left. Good.

Thanos lets out a yell of frustration, picking up the Jegi and throwing it.

One kick. Two kicks. Three kicks. Four kicks. Five kicks.

"Pass."

Your team jumps up and down in celebration before regaining composure. You cross the finish line with 29 seconds to spare.

You and Se-mi turn to each other, hugging as you all celebrate. You turn to Nam-gyu, who is already smiling down at you. You smile back and high-five him. At the end of the line, Thanos jumps up and down, nearly knocking you all over.

You put your arms out to steady Nam-gyu and he thanks you as the guards come over to remove the bindings from your ankles.

<>

You watch as five more people walk into the room.

"Hey," you hear a voice next to you and turn to see Nam-gyu. "How many do you think are left?"

You take a quick look around. "Maybe 200?"

"Shit," he sighs. "That's way too many."

You shrug. "I like that there's more people here." Nam-gyu gives you a confused look. "There's safety in numbers."

Thanos raises both of his arms. "Stop talking." He points at you. "How old are you again?"

You roll your eyes. "28."

"So you were born in 1996," he turns to Gyeong-su. "How old are you?"

"Born in 1998."

He turns to Se-mi. "You?"

"Born in 1996."

He thinks for a moment. "It's settled. Gyeong-su is the youngest, and the girls are the oldest." He turns to Nam-gyu. "Nam-su, you were born in 1997, right?"

"It's Nam-gyu."

"Right, Nam-gyu. Is that right?"

Nam-gyu nods.

Thanos points at you while still looking at Nam-gyu. "Hey, call her noona since she's older."

Nam-gyu chuckles. You feel a small smile pull on your lips at the sound.

Soon, the pink guards come into the room, announcing that 110 players had been eliminated in the second game. They bring out the machine for voting and everyone moves to the center.

"You're voting to stay, right noona?" Nam-gyu asks you.

You breathe out a laugh. "Yeah, but this is probably the last time." You smile at him, lightly hitting his shoulder. "And don't call me noona. I'm younger than you, just don't tell Thanos, Nam-su."

He frowns when you call him the wrong name, opening his mouth to correct you but stopping when he sees the teasing smirk on your face. He chuckles again, nodding his head.

<>

Nam-gyu watches as Thanos opens his cross, taking out a pill and popping it into his mouth. He takes a step in his direction, about to ask for one. He stops when he sees you out of the corner of his eye talking to Se-mi, laughing at something the girl is saying. With a sigh, Nam-gyu turns away from Thanos, instead moving to Gyeong-su.

You're all brought into a new room. There are doors lining the walls and a big platform in the middle of the room that looks like a carousel without any horses.

"Welcome to your third game. The game you will be playing is Mingle. Let me repeat. The game you will be playing is Mingle."

"Hey," Thanos says, clearly high off his ass. He turns to your group. "We'll be mingling together. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?"

You all get onto the platform and it begins spinning, a children's song playing over the speakers. The first round is ten, and you find another group of five players, getting into the room safely with ten seconds to spare.

You come out again, once again getting onto the platform. The music stops and the voice calls out four.

Thanos looks between you, Se-mi, and Gyeong-su before stopping on the last one.

"Please," the boy pleads.

"Gyeong-su, you're out!" Thanos kicks the boy to the ground. "Let's go!"

Nam-gyu stands there for a moment staring at Gyeong-su before he feels someone grab a hold of his sleeve, tugging him along after the group. He gets in the room and the door locks, you letting go of him. Nam-gyu tries to look out the slot for Gyeong-su but you pull him away. It's best if he doesn't see it.

"Wait!" Thanos holds his arms up. He points toward all of you. "Where did you leave my boy Gyeong-su?"

You give him an incredulous look, jumping when the sounds of gunfire starts.

Thanos brings his hands to his head before running towards the door and looking out the slot. "Fuck! Gyeong-su!"

You and Se-mi look at each other, both of you thinking the same thing. Thanos would have done that to any of you. He can't be trusted. Especially when he's high.

You're released and you go back to the platform. When the music stops this time, the voice announces three people to a room.

Thanos stands and looks between you and Se-mi. "Who should we take? Rock, paper, scissors!"

Se-mi turns to you, holding her hand out. "Come with me."

You nod, taking her hand. "We'll find one more, you guys do the same."

Nam-gyu nods, grabbing Thanos by his jacket and pulling him along.

Se-mi and you manage to find one more person and get into a room on time. When you come out, you look around for the boys. You see the familiar head of purple hair and smile when you spot Nam-gyu next to him.

They run up to you. You smile at Nam-gyu. "Glad you made it."

He smiles back. "Me too."

The next round is six, so you find two other players and make it to a room. When you're let out, it is announced that this will be the final round.

"Two."

Se-mi goes to reach for you, but she's pulled away by Thanos as he sprints toward one of the rooms. Nam-gyu watches as Thanos runs away, a look of betrayal adorning his face.

You quickly turn, grabbing Nam-gyu's hand and taking off toward a green door. You're able to get there before anyone else and close the door behind you, pushing your weight against it to keep anyone else from getting in.

The lock clicks and you sigh in relief, moving away from the door. You turn to Nam-gyu. "Are you alright?"

"He left me," he says, a faraway look on his face. "I've been nothing but loyal to him, and he just left me there."

You sigh, walking to him and rubbing his arm. "Nam-gyu, Thanos isn't a good person. He can't even remember your name. A person like that doesn't deserve the loyalty you're showing him."

He keeps looking at the door as the gunshots go off. He turns to you, looking at you for a few moments before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. "Thank you. Thank you for not leaving me."

You hug him back. "I'm not gonna leave you, Nam-gyu."

He sniffles. "I won't leave you either."

You pull back and see his smile. You can't help but think it's kind of cute, making you smile back at the boy, a warm feeling in your face.

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[chdarling]

ok so, I can't, like, set a precedent for every time there is a catastrophic event in my country I post a TLE spoiler because let's be real, that's gonna be every day for the next four years at least and I only have so many non-major-spoilery TLE bits to share. But I'm making my way through an emergency bottle of prosecco and texting my friends about how in the face of the endless onslaught of late stage capitalism, fanfic -- a community built purely around love and joy and not a single drop of money being exchanged -- is in a small way something radical and precious and dare I say holy (did I mention I was drunk) and that should be honored on today of all fucking days, and ALSO we should all spend less time staring at gifs of that evil-ass motherfucker doing nazi salutes and more time crafting joy and creating community with each other so

here is a lil snippet from TLE3

as with all my spoiler snippets, I reserve the right to completely rewrite this before the final draft because honestly this was mostly an exercise in me learning how to craft sentences again mid-burnout, but!!!! here, have a lil moment of joy, maybe. i love you.

Excerpt from The Last Enemy: Marauders’ End

“So, what do you think?”

Sirius turned expectantly to his best mate, who stood beside him as the boys peered through the doorway of Sirius’s second bedroom. The room had been unoccupied at the time of Sirius moving into this flat a few weeks ago. Now…it decidedly was not.

“Er…” said James, who did not quite seem to know how to answer the question.

“Her name is Lola,” Sirius added in a reverent tone.

“She has a name, does she?”

“Of course she has a name, you pig.”

“Right,” said James. “Well, then frankly, I’m a bit hurt you moved out and left me for Lola.”

Sirius knocked his shoulder against James’s. “Come on. I didn’t leave you. We’ve been over this. I’m of age, I was going to have to get my own place eventually.”

“Yeah, okay, sure, but you barely made it a month before you shacked up with your new flatmate, Lola.”

Sirius grinned. “She’s sexy, isn’t she?”

“She’s…very shiny.”

“She’s the goddamn love of my life.”

“Okay, ‘she’ is a motorbike, mate. You’ve gone completely batty.”

Sirius laughed and strode further into the room where indeed the Muggle motorbike had been set up, dominating the space. It was a thing of beauty, all sleek lines and silver glint. The floor around the motorbike was haloed with the detritus of Sirius’s last few delicious days: all sorts of mechanical bits and bobs, empty beer bottles, an ashtray, a crumpled up bag of crisps, a few oily rags, and a confusion of Muggle tools, the names of which Sirius kept mixing up — a socket wrench, he thought that one was called. The spare bed that had once been the primary feature of this room — a springy mattress James had transfigured for the nights he was too pissed to apparate home (“Mum won’t mind, she put the security spells on your flat herself.”) — had been shoved into the corner to make room for this new sacred altar.

James did not seem as impressed with Sirius’s new acquisition as he felt his friend ought to be. “You’re just jealous,” Sirius told him, “that you’ve never known a love so true.”

“Ha. Touché.”

Sirius pulled a rag from his back pocket and began to lovingly polish a spot on the seat of the motorbike.

“You know,” said James, still observing from his post at the doorway, “I’m not sure it’s healthy, you spending so much time by yourself.”

“What time by myself?” laughed Sirius. “You’re here almost every day.”

This was true. Hardly a day had passed so far this summer that James hadn’t found a reason to come by. Not that Sirius minded. Though he’d never admit it, he liked living on his own rather less than he’d expected.

“Yeah, well…” James strode closer to inspect the motorbike. “Someone has to make sure you don’t go completely bonkers, all on your own here. Lola, I ask you. You know, if you start talking to the bike, mate, I’m hauling you off to St. Mungo’s too.”

Sirius leaned down and whispered to the handlebars: “Don’t listen to the mean man, Lola. I’d never leave you.”

James sat down on the spare bed with a mournful creak. “Besides,” he said, “Potter House is too quiet now, with you gone and dad all…entombed. Some days I think if I don’t get out, I’m the one who will go bonkers.”

Sirius turned back to his friend, suddenly somber. “Hey, you know I’m just joking, right? You’re always welcome over here. I love having you here.”

“Yeah,” said James, though the faintest tint of melancholy compromised his credulity. Sirius watched as James plucked an oil-stained rag from the bed, sniffed it, then tossed it aside with a wrinkled nose.

“How are things…?” Sirius ventured. “With your dad?” Fleamont Potter’s health had been in steady decline for years, but last Christmas things had taken a turn for the worse. The diagnosis seemed to be simply that he was old…though Sirius had a hard time wrapping his head around that. “Have things gotten any better?”

“No,” said James shortly. “And they’re not going to. It is what it is.” He glared at the wall for a brief moment, then sighed — a deep, intentional sigh, as though exhaling all his miseries in order to transform himself back to Sirius’s good-natured friend. “So…does she work?”

“The fuck d’you mean, ‘does she work?’”

“Well,” said James, “it hasn’t escaped my notice that the bike is in your spare bedroom, rather than, say, on the street. So either you and Lola have a far kinkier relationship than I care to know about…or she doesn’t work.”

A pause.

“She’s a work in progress, okay?”

“Knew it,” grinned James.

“Hey, have some respect,” said Sirius. “I’m fixing her up myself. It’s far cooler than just buying some shiny toy from a shop. This is my bike. Mine. I’ll make her fly, just you wait.” He stroked the bike handle. “Isn’t that right, Lola?”

“Yep,” sighed James. “Completely bonkers.”

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Help With The Curriculum pt 5

Agathario x Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: Requested, smut, car sex, fingering, strap-on sex, oral on strap, cunnilingus, blindfold, tied hands, 1 face slap, jealousy, lmk if there's more bc it's more than the rest haha

Summary: There’s a new professor in the English department who has taken a special interest in Agatha. You and Rio have to remind Agatha that she's already spoken for.

An: I thought it was over, but someone request another part so this is what I came up with, enjoy it.

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Things have fleshed out for your relationship with Rio and Agatha over the year. Originally there was uncertainty of what was to become of your encounters with the other professors, but now you had none. The three of you had made your relationship official, at least to each other.

The students and faculty of the university were none the wiser. Besides it wasn’t their business anyway. Unfortunately not being out publicly did have a few disadvantages. One of them being that some of the other faculty members would be flirty with the three of you.

Currently, both Rio and yourself had a problem with one of the English professors and how eager she seemed to interact with Agatha. There was no reason for her to ask for Agatha’s help or advice yet, that did not stop her.

Agatha brushed off your concerns stating that the professor was new, and just being friendly. Neither you or Rio bought that excuse.

Rio was a little more hotheaded than you when it came to the topic of Wanda. She’d roll her eyes, say something under breath, and even glare shamelessly at the auburn haired woman.

You on the other hand tried to keep your anger down. However, you couldn’t help how the new professor made you twitch with anger. Your hands, your jaw, and Rio had even caught your eye twitch once when Agatha mentioned the other woman.

“How did your kids do on the exam?”

“They did alright, the class average was like a high C. I’m thinking of curving it a little,” you respond to Rio as the two of make your way to Agatha’s classroom.

“Same, I think there were a few questions that were worded a little weird. I might just make them extra credit and remove them from the base test,” she agrees.

The two of you keep talking about your classes until you arrive at Agatha’s. You know she shouldn’t have a class at the moment, so you thought you’d go chat. Partially about the test grades and in part about dinner plans for the night.

When you enter the class, your conversation stops in its tracks. The pair of you are shocked to see Wanda already here, talking to Agatha.

The woman is leaning over Agatha’s desk, giving her the perfect view of her cleavage. You can see her biting her lip as she speaks lowly to your girlfriend. She’s clearly flirting with the woman as she chuckles when Agatha mutters something to her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Rio says under her breath.

You simply glare at the scene in front of you. You try to stay calm, but you only feel your anger intensify as you see Wanda leaning over even further so her hand could rest on Agatha’s.

“Professor Harkness,” your voice calls out with authority.

It causes all three women in the room to startle. It’s not often that you use this tone of voice. There’s a subtle irritation in it, hidden under the lower than usual octave, and the professional air you present.

“Professor L/n, Professor Vidal, what can I do for you?”

“We need to go over the exam scores and possibly the exam itself. Professor Vidal thinks some of the questions are unfair, we need to think about restructuring the test for next semester,” you keep your focus solely on Agatha.

“Isn’t that something you should talk to the head of the department about?” Wanda jumps into the conversation.

“I am head of the department,” Rio answers with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh, well in that case I’ll be on my way. I just wanted to ask you, Professor Harkness, if you maybe had some time after your last class to help me with some of my curriculum?”

Rio couldn’t hold her tongue any longer, “Aren’t you an English professor? What could she possibly help with better than anyone in your department?”

Wanda begins to stutter, “There’s actually quite a bit o-of overlap and-”

“Maybe you should talk to your department head, if you’re lost,” you add on.

“I actually have plans tonight, Wanda sorry. Professor Vidal and L/n are right. I'm sure someone in your department, like Professor Romanoff, can help you craft your curriculum,” Agatha answers the woman kindly.

The English professor nods to herself dejectedly, “Thank you Professors.”

She makes her exit after that. When the door closes behind her the room stays silent.

“That little slut was all over you Agatha,” Rio begins her tangent. “Her tits were practically in your face, she was just waiting on you to lean forward some more.”

“Would you relax it’s not like that.”

Rio’s jaw drops slightly and her eyebrows raise, “Oh, it’s not like that? Then why is she, an English professor, repeatedly asking you, a history professor, for your help.”

“She’s just new to being a professor, it’s not like-”

“No, she didn’t ask you for tips on being a professor. She asked you to help her with the curriculum and we of all people know what that really means. We’re nearly halfway into the semester, the fuck does she need help for?” Rio does not let Agatha finish.

“Y/n would you tell her that she's overreacting?” Agatha looks to you for help.

Your expression hardens, “She was touching you.”

“It was a friendly-"

“Rio and myself are the only ones allowed to touch you like that,” you hold her gaze.

“You can’t be serious?”

You walk around the desk to stand next to her, “And you can't be this naïve. You know that whore likes you, and you're letting her take up your time, touch you, and flirt with you? Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

You see her squirm under your words, “Y/n.”

“Rio and I will show you tonight. You're going to take what we give you.”

You don't say anything else turning on your heel. Rio gives Agatha a small teasing smile before walking out behind you.

“So, what's the plan?”

You smirk at the older woman, “You’re in charge tonight.”

Rio stops walking, and her eyes widen, “I’m what?”

You chuckle at her, checking the hall for prying eyes before you kiss her on the cheek, “You’ve earned it. I’m following your lead.”

“I have some ideas.”

Your smile only grows, “I’m all ears baby.”

Rio shares them with you eagerly. It’s nothing too crazy, but you find yourself falling in love with the way she thinks. You can tell she’s wanted to do this for a long time. By the time she’s gone over the main things, you can’t ignore how wet you are.

“Rio,” you say her name tentatively.

She hums in response.

“When’s your next class?”

“Half hour, why?”

You don't elaborate, instead quickening your pace walking towards the parking garage. When you get to your car, you climb in the backseat. You tug Rio in after you.

She falls on top of you, your lips find hers eagerly. She surprised by your actions, but falls into them with no problem.

You take her hand and slip it into your pants, she gasps at your wetness.

“Your dirty little ideas got me so hot baby. I need you,” you breathe out against her lips.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” she slips 2 fingers inside of you.

You help her slide your pants down around your ankles so she’s able to thrust inside of you. You could hear her breathing into your ear, her lips ever so lightly grazing your earlobe.

“I love the way your fingers curl into me. I love your weight on me. I love it when you’re in control baby, so giving,” you breathe out.

She begins to pump faster, sucking on your neck. Her thumb begins to play with your clit, knowing that you were on limited time.

“Cum for me. Please, show me how good I make you feel.”

You cum on her fingers and she helps you ride it out. You kiss her passionately not wanting to go back to the campus. Rio is the one to break the kiss.

She reaches over to the small towels that you'd taken to keeping in the car. She cleans you deliberately.

“Let’s just cancel class,” you play with hairs on the back of her neck.

“You know I can't do that,” Rio kisses your nose.

You find yourself whining a bit, “Family emergency, please. Let’s just go home, get a head start on the activities.”

Rio bites her lip, “You’re whining.”

“I’m begging,” you correct her. You can see her about to crack. Your hand cups her face gently, “Please, I need more of you. I want to make you feel good too.”

“Y/n,” she pleads.

“Fine, I guess we can go back to class,” you frown.

Rio puts her hand on your chest, keeping you down. You hardly beg, the submissive needy nature that you’re exhibiting does something to Rio. She’s usually the one who’s the neediest of the bunch, but today it doesn’t seem that way.

“You’re going to make it worth my while, pretty girl?”

You blush at the nickname, a singular word spoken softly from your lips, “Yes.”

“You better.”

The two of you maneuver so that you’re sitting up. Both sending out an email canceling the rest of your classes for the day.

Rio gives you a quick kiss, and exits your car, “I’ll see you at home.”

You all took separate cars to work, partially because you all had different schedules, but also in part to keep the school out of your business.

You hop in the driver’s seat, trying to calm yourself before you drive away. While you called it home, technically it was Agatha’s place. Rio and yourself kept your residences, but you spent most of time at Agatha’s.

Somehow Rio manages to beat you home. You’re eager to get inside. When you do, it’s eerily quiet. You head straight to the bedroom.

When you go in, Rio stands with her back facing the door. She’s already naked. You shut the door softly behind you. She still doesn’t look your way. You strip off your clothes before wrapping your arms around her middle.

You begin placing a trail of kisses on her shoulders, up the side of her neck. Her eyes are blown when they meet yours. You shudder under her gaze. You try to kiss her, but she pulls away slightly.

“I know we talked about what we were going to do to Agatha, but…”

Your eyebrows crease, “But what baby?”

“Can I fuck you?”

You feel your face heat up without your permission.

“With the strap?” You ask her for clarification.

“It’s ok, if you aren't comfortable, but-"

You kiss her eagerly. The sound of your lips smacking against each other, fills the room.

“Baby, I’ll ride you so nasty,” you giggle lowly against her lips.

Now it’s Rio who is blushing . She doesn’t say anything as you help her into the harness. Once the strap is attached to the base, she lays on the middle of the bed.

You’re still slick from her fingering you in the car. You see her reaching for the lube, but you grab her hand.

“I want to get it wet,” you tell her.

You spit in your hand before you begin to stroke the fake cock. It’s not too long after that your lips replace your hand and you begin to slowly bob your head up and down the cock.

“Oh my god,” Rio is intoxicated by the image.

She has truly never pictured seeing you in such a way. She’s hesitant, but her hand tangles itself in your hair. You can hear her breathing become shaky.

“L-look at me,” you hear her stutter.

You look through your lashes to find her staring at you lustfully. Not breaking contact, you go down to the base of the toy. She holds you there until you’re gagging on the rubber piece.

When you come off of it, you’re teary eyed, but you continue to lick her cock. You press kisses against the shaft.

“I need you inside of me.”

You straddle her waist. The way she looks so enamored has you feeling really hot. She can hardly speak as she watches you.

“Speechless baby?”

Rio swallows hard, “You’re just so pretty worshipping my cock. I just want to watch you.”

“Then watch me.”

You don’t remember the last time you had something fill you up this way. Slowly you lower yourself onto the saliva covered cock. You moan as you take it all. Rio’s hands place themselves on your hips.

It takes a moment for you to adjust. Your hands rest in the middle of her chest as you find a rhythm riding her.

“Holy shit,” your eyes roll back as you pick up the pace. “Rio, please baby, I need you t-to fuck me.”

Your words seem to pull her out of her trance. Her hips start snapping up to meet you as you bounce on her cock. Her hands travel from your waist to your breasts. She massages the mounds in her hand before playing with your nipples.

Rio sits up abruptly, pulling you closer against her. Her tongue glides over your nipple, sucking gently.

“Oh fuck,” you yelp in surprise as she lifts you just to lay you flat on the bed.

She begins to bury herself into your cunt at a rapid speed. The sound of her impaling your sloshing cunt paired with her guttural breathing sends you into a frenzy.

“You take me so good sweetheart. I could watch your hole swallow my cock forever. I can feel your hole sucking me in. You’re so soaked, I keep thinking it’s just going to slip out of you.”

You lock your legs around her, making sure she stays inside of you, “I’m going to cum.”

Rio fucks you even harder, nails digging into your hips, “Cum on my cock.”

You fall apart at her command. Her thrust slow before she gingerly pulls out of you, making you whimper at the loss fullness.

She cuddles up into your arms. It causes you to chuckle a bit as you run your fingers through her hair.

“You’re such a softie baby,” you kiss her forehead.

“Shut up, I didn't think you'd take it like that is all. You had me in awe,” Rio admits looking up at you.

Her fingers draw patterns on your skin.

“It made me feel really hot, so caught up in the way I looked with you inside of me, could barely even speak,” your hand falls from her head down her back.

“I’ll do better next time,” she mumbles.

You tilt her head up to look at you, a seriousness in your eyes, “I loved the way you fucked me baby, and if you can keep being my good girl, I’ll let you do it again.”

“Your good girl?”

You nod, “My good girl, since Agatha is so preoccupied with the English department.”

“I’m going to be rougher with her,” Rio says it as a statement.

“As rough as you want. We’re going to make sure everyone at that place knows she’s taken,” your fingers play with Rio’s harness. “In the meantime though, I think it’s time I gave you a reward for fucking me so sweetly.”

You undo the harness to expose Rio’s pussy.

“Yes, please.”

That's how the two of you spent your time waiting for Agatha. Some fucking, some talking, and then more fucking. When Agatha did come home, she was welcomed by the sound of Rio loudly moaning your name.

She takes her time going to the bedroom. When she gets there, she hears the sound of your soft laughter. Going through the door she sees your head resting on Rio’s thigh. You have a small smile on your lips as the other woman scratches your head with her free hand.

“So this is why you both decided to play hooky today?” Agatha makes her presence known.

The air in the room shifts when you both lay eyes on her. She freezes in place under the weight of the gaze.

“Tonight, you have a lesson to learn,” you say standing.

Rio follows suit, her eyes shamelessly dragging over Agatha’s body.

Agatha scoffs, “Wanda is just-”

“We don’t care. She has a thing for you, and you haven't deterred her enough. Tomorrow you're going to let her know you’re taken,” you rebut.

Rio shakes her head, “She won't have to tell her, she’ll figure it out on her own. She should pick up the… context clues, English professor and all.”

“Fine, do your worst, I suppose,” Agatha gives in.

Rio smiles holding up the silk bands for Agatha to see. The smug look drops from her lips. Rio passes you one of the ribbons while she takes the other.

Rio careful covers Agatha’s eyes, tying the ribbon behind her head. The woman then removes the top half of Agatha’s clothing. You pull her wrist out in front of her tying them together.

You and Rio lead her to the chair in her room, helping her sit down. Rio takes a seat on Agatha’s lap while you stand behind the chair.

“Agatha, you look so perfect tied up like this,” Rio’s thumb cascades across Agatha’s sharp jaw, before pulling at her bottom lip. “Suck,” the tone she uses is a complete 180 from the way she was speaking to you.

Agatha complies taking Rio’s thumb into her mouth.

“You’ve been behaving like an attention whore. Reveling in any ounce that that red headed skank has been giving you. Do we not give you enough attention?”

Your hands plant themselves on her shoulders, massaging them. Rio feels Agatha’s mouth vibrate around her thumb. She pulls it out of the woman’s mouth.

“She asked you a question?”

“You give me more than enough attention.”

Rio hums, then leans forward so her lips are touching Agatha’s ear. “Then why are you letting other bitches touch you?”

Rio gets out of Agatha’s lap and you remove your hands from her shoulders. The lack of contact makes the woman want to stand.

“Sit still,” you command, which causes her to stop all her squirming.

While Agatha sits, you and Rio prepare yourselves. The two of you stand in the middle of the room, stroking your fake cocks. You can see Agatha begin to lose her composure as she waits for something else to happen.

“Alright, come to the middle of the room and get on your knees,” Rio gives the directions.

It’s a bit of a challenge with her hands tied and the blindfold, but she manages it fine. You turn her so that she’s facing the two of you.

“Open wide, we’re going to shove our cocks down your throat,” you grab a fistful of her hair.

She listens, even making a show of sticking her tongue out. You guide her with a firm grip, making her take Rio first.

“That’s it, relax that throat for me,” Rio begins thrusting into the woman’s mouth.

Her grip replaces yours and you watch Agatha struggle with Rio’s building pace. Rio is rough with Agatha, holding her head down until the full length is in her mouth. She keeps her there until a few harsh coughs leave her, causing her to come completely off of the dick.

She takes a few deep breaths, but you don’t allow her to catch many more, before you shove your cock in her mouth.

“If you want attention, you got it baby.”

You don’t fuck her as hard as Rio, but you guide her more. You control the way her head bobs with an iron like grip. The saliva pooling down her chin and onto her chest drives you insane. It’s the power of it all, seeing her in this position turn you on tremendously. You push her head off of your dick, watching her chest heave up and down.

She’s not in the floor for much longer as Rio yanks her up and practically throws her on the bed. Rio doesn’t let up as her lips attach to the side of Agatha’s neck sucking harshly.

You join in, bombarding the other side of Agatha’s neck. The woman in between begins to pant at the sensation. Rio begins to play with Agatha’s nipples as she assaults the woman’s neck. This causes her back to arch slightly off of the bed.

You meet Rio in the middle of Agatha’s throat. The two of you remove yourselves from Agatha to see the full necklace of hickeys that you’ve created around the woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Now everyone will know that you’re taken,” your finger runs the path of the dark purple bruising.

You don’t say anything else as Rio pulls you into a sloppy kiss. The two of you are hovering over Agatha. The woman on her back mewl at the sounds she’s hearing. She can’t help, but fight against the restraints, wanting to touch the two of you so badly.

When the kissing stops, you decide to rid Agatha of the bottom portion of her clothing. You can't resist her leaky pussy. You look briefly to Rio, almost as if asking permission, and she nods.

Agatha withers as she feels your breath against her cunt. You see her hole clenching around nothing.

“Please,” she cries out.

You give her a teasing lick that makes a desperate wail escape her lips.

“Beg some more,” Rio instructs her.

Her voice is unsteady as she attempts to plead, “Y/n, Rio please. Someone, I’m sorry I- I let her touch me. I don't want anyone to touch me that's not you, please just. I need you, pl-”

Her sentence is cut off by a high pitch yelp as you begin sucking on her clit. While you get consumed with her drooling pussy, Rio begins to suckle off her. Her teeth playfully nip at Agatha’s tits before nursing from them like a baby.

The simultaneous stimulation has Agatha’s brain turning to mush. She doesn’t know what sounds to make or words to say, it all just becomes gibberish. She can feel herself getting close and you can tell by the way her cunt tries to take your tongue.

Instantly you’re removing your lips from he and Rio is doing the same. It causes Agatha to sit straight up in bed. She’s looking and moving frantically.

“No! Please, I need to cum. Let me cum, don’t leave me like this. I was being a stupid slut, I won’t do it again. You own me, you both own please. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

You can tell by the wet spot on the blindfold and the tearstain on her cheeks that she’s crying.

“Stomach flat on the bed, ass in the air,” Rio’s words have Agatha scrambling to comply.

You take the time to remove your harness and sit in front of Agatha with your legs open. Rio straddles her legs rubbing the tip of the strap through Agatha’s messy folds. The woman responds by sticking her ass higher on the air.

Rio gives it a harsh smack, “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” She wraps Agatha’s hair around her fist yanking the woman partially up right. “Now eat her out while your pussy swallows my cock.”

She shoves Agatha’s face down right into your pussy, which the woman starts licking and sucking ravenously. You almost come off of the bed at her carnivorous speed.

“Oh fuck,” you lament.

That’s when Rio decides to slip herself fully into Agatha. Her body shakes and her mouth stops working on you as she tries to recompose herself.

“Keep eating or I’ll pull out,” Rio threatens.

Agatha’s face buries itself between your legs. She can't worry about her nose or the mess on her face all she knows is that she wants Rio to move. Your taste quenches a part of her greed, but she needs more.

Rio begins to pound Agatha’s pussy. Unable to stop herself from slapping the woman’s ass as she drives deep inside of the woman.

“I’m going to cum,” you murmur, reaching behind Agatha’s head to untie the blindfold. When it falls from over her eyes you lift her head just enough to meet your gaze. “Look at me while you make me cum.”

You slap her firmly across the face, like she had asked for last time, having looked a little more into the practice. The long grunt she let out into your cunt sent you over the edge.

“Now who do you belong to,” you move some hair out of her face .

Her words are unintelligible as she fails to answer you. The bliss she feels with Rio fucking into her nearly too much to handle. Rio’s arm locks Agatha in a semi choke hold, raising her body at a new angle. It’s just enough so she can speak into Agatha’s ear as she rams into her.

“Who owns you, Aggie?” Rio whisper, biting Agatha's ear lobe.

“You own me, you own me , you own me,” she keeps repeating it until she nearly screaming.

You swipe your fingers through your folds before pushing them into her mouth, “Ssshhhh. That whore will never fuck you like we can. She can’t have you like this. Don’t ever let her fucking touch you again.”

She nods her head as best she can in her position.

“R-rio please,” she whimpers, with your fingers still in her mouth.

The begging, mixed with the way Agatha was desperately pushing herself back to meet the thrusts, has Rio cumming.

“Make a mess for me, Agatha,” her hold on the woman’s throat tightens.

It sends her over the edge. You quickly take your fingers out of her mouth, to catch the woman as she slumps forward. Her head leans on your shoulder with her mouth open. You don’t care about the saliva that begins to pool on your skin.

Agatha winces slightly as Rio gently pulls out of her. She discards the harness, wrapping her arms around Agatha’s middle. Her head rest against Agatha’s back. You all silently attempt to catch your breaths.

You untie Agatha’s wrists and she sighs in content. The first thing she does is place one hand on your cheek and the other on Rio’s thigh.

“Jealousy is so hot on you two,” Agatha breaks the silence.

You both laugh, but you're the next one to speak, “Seriously though if she doesn't back off after this, I'm going to snap.”

“Me too, you’re ours Agatha, “ Rio adds on, placing a gentle kiss on Agatha’s back.

She nods lazily against your shoulder, “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” you kiss her forehead.

“I’m exhausted,” Rio moves to fully lay on the bed.

You agree with her, “We’ve been fucking since we walked through the door, I could sleep for 3 days.” Your stomach growls causing you to speak again, “Some food wouldn't hurt either.”

Agatha is the one to get out of the bed and throw on a robe. You and Rio watch in amusement as she struggles to walk. Her legs tremble with every step.

“Where you going love?”

She doesn’t look back, “To the kitchen, I’ll cook us something. It’s the least I could do after using Wanda to make you jealous.”

“I fucking knew it,” Rio calls out.

“Don’t be too mad. You finally got to fuck me, my good girl,” Agatha responds.

Rio tries not to, but she melts at Agatha’s words.

“That sweet talk won’t work with me,” you call out to her.

“Are you sure about that daddy?” She annunciates the last word in a teasing tone.

You fluster at her words, “Not fair, Harkness.”

“All is fair in love and war Professor L/n.”

Rio takes your hand in hers, “She always wins banter pretty girl, you’ll get used to it.”

You don’t concede yet, taking one more shot at Agatha, “Well in that case, I guess it’s only fair to tell you that your good girl fucked me with the strap earlier.”

Rio can’t hide the tint in her cheeks as she smacks you lightly on the arm. You fail to hold back your laughter as you see Agatha hobble back into the doorway.

“She did not,” Agatha says incredulously.

You kiss the top of Rio’s head, “She did, and I loved every second of it.”

“So when do I get to?” Agatha complains.

You shrug, “Considering you purposefully made us jealous, I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

“Y/n,” she drags out your name when she whines.

Rio interjects, “I think you'll have to… earn it.”

“Precisely.”

Agatha pouts, “I’m going back to the kitchen.”

“Wait,” you stand up pulling Rio with you.

You peck Agatha’s lips, “ Thank you for cooking , love.”

Rio does the same, “We love you.”

She smiles shooing you both away, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too. I’ll call you when it’s ready."

While Agatha cooks, the two of you straighten up the room, before getting cleaned up, with fresh clothes on. You can’t help but smile, thinking about this little life you cultivated with Rio and Agatha. It feels like a personal slice of heaven. If you knew this is what would come of Agatha asking for help with the curriculum, maybe you would’ve asked her first.

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KISS OR SKIP.. - rafe cameron smau

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a/n: they're cute ig🙄

Topper stepped forward a grin plastered on his face. “What’s up guys? Welcome back to the channel"

He gestured dramatically at the tables before them, each neatly arranged with bowls, whisks, and a chaotic assortment of baking supplies. “Today we’re doing something a little different. We’re going to bake cakes!”

“But" Topper continued pausing for effect “there’s a catch.” He leaned in slightly the camera zooming to capture his expression. “We’re doing it without a recipe.”

“This is going to be a disaster.”

"Speak for yourself"

“Let’s introduce the teams" Topper says, stepping into the frame. He slings an arm around a smiling brunette next to him. “First up we’ve got me and my lovely girlfriend Ruthie"

Ruthie waves at the camera her smile warm and a little shy.

“Next" Topper continues, pointing to the next pair “we’ve got Sofia and… unfortunately my least favorite Cameron, Sarah.”

Sarah doesn’t miss a beat. She flips him off with a deadpan expression while Sofia bursts into laughter.

“And finally" Topper announces, turning toward the last duo "we’ve got Rafe and a very special guest. You might remember her from my last video" The camera pans to Emi who immediately starts laughing and covers her face with her hands "....Emi!"

“Hello" Emi waves cheerfully at the camera, her bright smile lighting up the room. Rafe standing next to her, doesn’t say a word, just watching her with a faint smirk

“I have to warn you guys you should probably be scared" Emi says as she ties her pink hair into a ponytail.

Rafe steps over to grab two aprons, handing her a pink one while slipping on a blue one himself.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Sofia asks tying her own apron

Emi glances over, her smirk widening. “Because I grew up baking cakes. My mom owns a pastry shop.”

The room goes quiet for a moment, their playful smiles faltering. Sofia glances nervously at her Sarah

"We're fucked"

Rafe leans in closer his voice low so only Emi can hear. “Didn’t you say your mom is a fashion designer?”

She glances at him her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “She is" she whispers back. “I just lied to freak them out. I don’t know shit baking cakes.”

Rafe stares at her for a beat then lets out a low chuckle. “So what you’re saying is…I’m doing all the work?”

Emi flashes him a sweet almost innocent smile, batting her lashes dramatically. “Exactly. But don’t worry, I’ll keep you company.”

He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Lucky me" he mutters already reaching for the mixing bowl.

“What flavor are we going for? Vanilla?” Emi asks glancing at Rafe. He nods with a hum of approval

She heads to the fridge, grabbing the essentials they’ll need- milk, eggs, and butter before pausing to add a carton of fresh strawberries to the mix. Returning to the table, she sets everything down in front of Rafe

“Figured we could level it up a bit"

Rafe smiles pulling her into a quick side hug before turning his attention back to the batter. As he works on mixing it, Emi takes charge of the heavy cream. She divides it into two bowls, adding a drop of pink food coloring to one and blue to the other. A small smile tugs at her lips as she stirs

“So Emi how are you liking it here so far?” Ruthie asks her tone warm and curious.

She looks up from her bowl meeting Ruthie’s gaze with a friendly smile. “It’s really pretty" she says, pausing for a moment before adding with a laugh "and really hot too.”

Without thinking twice, Rafe leans in with a smirk. “Yeah because I’m standing next to you.”

Emi rolls her eyes, her cheeks tinged with the faintest blush as she lightly smacks his arm. “You’re annoying" she mutters though the smile tugging at her lips betrays her amusement.

“What was that?” he teases pretending he didn’t hear her as he steps closer, his arms braced on either side of her trapping her against the counter. “Say it again.”

Emi laughs, trying to wiggle free. “Stop it. I’m trying to finish the creams.”

“Not until you repeat it" he murmurs, his voice low as he leans in closer his lips just near her ear.

“Hey you two" Sarah shouts pointing a spoon in their direction. “Hands off each other and keep it PG, will you?”

Emi glances at Sarah, sticking out her tongue playfully. Anyway, she thought to herself, we let all that sexual tension go two days ago.

It wasn’t anything wild just a little make-out session. They had been lying in his bed, watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, and before either of them realized it, things escalated. It just… happened. Then again the next day, and again...

She couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips as the memories played through her mind. Were they a thing? Emi wasn’t sure. They flirted, kissed sometimes, but nothing was ever confirmed.

Usually Emi was the bold one in relationships, never shy about making the first move. But with Rafe, it felt different. She was hesitant, almost nervous to ask the question she knew was looming.

Maybe it was because she liked him more than she’d planned to. More than she was ready to admit. And then there was his fame, which played a huge role in all of this. Emi had never been one to doubt herself she was confident, unapologetically so.

She was confident when it came to talking to Rafe, too, never second-guessing herself around him. But the comments his fans left? She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but they stung. Just a little. The constant judgment, the expectations- it wore on her more than she cared to admit.

“Hey where’d you go?” Rafe snaps his fingers in front of Emi’s face, pulling her back to the present.

Emi hums her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Just thinking about how to sabotage Topper’s cake. You in?”

She flashes him a playful smile and he laughs, shaking his head. “How can I say no to you?"

Let’s just say Topper’s cake is about to get a little too salty.

Sofia walks over to them, and Emi raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. The brunette immediately throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey I’m just bored.”

Rafe flicks her forehead. “Uh-huh sure. You’re definitely up to something.”

“Can I have the blue?” Sofia asks eyeing the food coloring.

Emi immediately shakes her head, not even hesitating. “No.”

“What?” Sofia huffs in disbelief.

“Be original" Emi shoots back with a grin. “Pink’s mine, blue’s for Rafe.”

“You don’t own blue.”

“I’ll gatekeep it if I have to"

Rafe grabs the food coloring, slips it into his pocket and casually drapes his arm around Emi’s shoulder. “She said no" he says with a smug grin.

Sofia glares at him then turns to Topper. “This is cheating.”

Topper looks at her genuinely confused. “Just grab the green coloring" he says nonchalantly, as if it’s the most obvious solution.

Sofia narrows her eyes, pointing at the two with a mischievous look. “You two better be careful."

As Rafe slides the batter into the oven, he turns to Emi who’s casually perched on the counter, munching on strawberries.

“We got them for the cake” he says stepping closer with a grin.

Emi shrugs nonchalantly, popping another strawberry into her mouth. “I love strawberries"

He leaned over the counter, his hands gripping the edge as he opened his mouth with a teasing smile, waiting for the last bite of the strawberry.

She handed it to him, but just as her fingers brushed against his lips, he playfully bit down on her finger. She gasped quickly pulling her hand back. “Oh I’m never feeding you again"

Rafe smirked, his forehead gently pressing against hers as he spoke in a low, teasing tone. “Who are you lying to?”

Her breath hitched at the proximity, her heart skipping a beat. She grabbed another strawberry, trying to distract herself but before she could take a bite, Rafe snatched it from her hand with a grin.

“Hey"

He loved messing with her. Every time he teased Emi, she’d blush a reaction he hadn’t expected at first. She always seemed so bold, and most of the time she was.

But then there were moments like this, when a simple comment or a subtle touch would leave her cheeks tinged pink. And every time it happened, it drove him absolutely crazy in the best way. Some people might say this was moving too fast, but for Rafe, it felt just right like everything was falling into place.

She was only supposed to be here for a week, but that wasn’t going to cut it. He’d already decided he was canceling that return ticket. No way was she leaving so soon. He’d book her another one for next week or the week after, if he had his way. And he would make it happen.

The way she furrowed her brows and pouted in concentration had him completely captivated. Her little quirks, the way she bit her lip when she was thinking, drove him wild. He didn’t even realize he was staring, his own lip caught between his teeth as the urge to kiss her grew stronger with every passing second.

“They’re not even dating" Topper says to his girlfriend, watching the so-called lovebirds laughing together like no one else exists.

“Give them a day" she whispers with a grin stifling a laugh of her own.

It was becoming routine for their friends to witness this dynamic ever since Emi arrived. The two were practically joined at the hip. Whether it was playful touches, head wrestling, or even sneaking kisses, their chemistry was impossible to ignore. And of course, they had Sarah to thank for catching them in the act more than once.

After thirty minutes of baking and decorating, the three cakes were finally ready. Topper and Ruthie’s creation looked like it was barely holding together, Rafe and Emi’s cake was decent though the strawberries were cut a little unevenly and Sarah and Sofia’s cake easily looked the most professional.

Topper had called his mom in the kitchen to be the judge. As she took one look at the cakes, her eyes landed on Topper’s leaning tower of disaster. “I’m about to be so judgmental" she announced with a laugh, looking the mess in front of her.

She took a bite of their cake, and the moment it hit her tongue, she coughed her face twisting in disbelief. “Ruthie I thought you could’ve at least saved this cake? Why is it so salty?”

Meanwhile Rafe leaned against the counter, his lips twitching as he tried not to laugh. Emi pressed her hand to her mouth, struggling to keep her own giggles contained as Ruthie’s voice rose in the background, blaming her boyfriend

Mrs. Thornton stepped over to Sarah and Sofia’s cake her expression softening as she carefully sliced into it. The room went quiet as she took a bite chewing it smowly. A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips and for a moment hope flickered in the air.

“It’s… dry" she said finally “But still, it’s better than whatever mess my son and his girlfriend attempted.”

Topper groaned, dragging his hands down his face in utter defeat. Ruthie glared at him, crossing her arms tightly, her frustration practically radiating off her.

Sarah grinned. “We’ll take that" she said, sharing a high-five with Sofia.

Mrs. Thornton then turned her attention to Emi and Rafe’s cake, her eyebrow arching as she studied the slightly messy frosting. “Well it’s… something"

Emi reached for Rafe’s hand, her fingers curling around his as they both waited for what she has to say. Mrs. Thornton cut a small slice, tasting it cautiously.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait… this is actually very good" she said her voice tinged with genuine amazement.

“We won" Emi shouted her eyes sparkling with excitement. Without a second thought she jumped into Rafe’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on tight. The others immediately burst into a mix of protests

“She hasn’t decided yet"

“Ours looks way better"

“Let’s just wait-"

Mrs. Thornton rolled her eyes, clearly done with the back-and-forth. “I thought I made it obvious, but Rafe and Emi win.”

“Take that losers" she teased, grinning at their friends. She couldn’t stop smiling as Rafe laughed, spinning her in his arms.

"Fuck yeah"

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 23: In Focus

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: more opportunities...

Welcome to the chapter 23 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader’s POV

The past few days had been… intense, to say the least. But somehow, through all the tension and heavy conversations, Paige and I had found our way back to each other. Things still weren’t perfect—life rarely was—but for the first time in what felt like weeks, we weren’t dancing around unspoken feelings or fears.

We decided to go on a date that night, something simple and lowkey, just the two of us. No basketball, no cameras, no looming WNBA talk—just Paige and me.

When she picked me up from my apartment, she was wearing her favorite UConn hoodie, her hair pulled back into a loose bun. “You ready?” she asked, flashing me that smile that always made my heart skip.

���Yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag and locking the door behind me.

Paige had planned for us to grab food at a small diner just outside of town. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was perfect. We slid into a booth near the back, away from prying eyes, and ordered burgers and milkshakes.

As we ate, I noticed how relaxed Paige seemed. She laughed more, teased me about my poor attempt at organizing fries into “photo-worthy” stacks, and even let me take a candid picture of her with whipped cream on her nose.

“This is going on my wall,” I joked, showing her the photo.

“Oh, great. Just what I need—my worst moment immortalized forever,” she teased, but her grin told me she didn’t mind.

“Your worst moment? Paige, please. You’ve had far worse,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Name one,” she challenged, leaning back with her arms crossed.

“When you tripped during warm-ups last week and tried to play it off like it didn’t happen.”

Her mouth fell open. “You saw that?”

“Paige, everyone saw that.”

She groaned, covering her face with her hands, but she was laughing, and that made my chest feel warm.

The next morning, I woke up to an email from the athletics department of a rival school—Jade’s school. They were asking if I’d be interested in covering their game against Lsu.

I hesitated. On one hand, it was an amazing opportunity to expand my portfolio, but on the other… it felt a little weird. I texted Jade to ask her opinion.

Jade: Do it! I wanna see you at the game. Plus, get that bag.

Her encouragement gave me the final push I needed. I replied to the athletics department, agreeing to cover the game—under one condition.

I’ll cover the game if you’re willing to pay my rate.

To my surprise, they agreed.

By the time game day rolled around, I was running on adrenaline. I finished my classes early, packed my camera gear, and made my way to the airport to catch the UConn team before their flight to USC.

When I arrived, the team was already gathering in the terminal. I spotted a few of the girls chatting near the boarding gate, but it was Paige who saw me first. Her face lit up when our eyes met, and before I knew it, she was walking toward me, her bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice warm and familiar.

“Hi,” I replied, feeling my heart race as she pulled me into a hug.

We lingered there for a moment longer than we probably should have. The team was right there, after all, and we weren’t exactly public yet. But in that moment, it was hard to care about anything else.

When we pulled back, our faces were inches apart. For a split second, it felt like the rest of the world faded away.

“Paige,” I whispered, glancing around nervously.

She sighed, stepping back reluctantly. “Right. Not public.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the way my stomach flipped at the thought of being caught.

“I’ll see you after the game, back home” she said, her voice low and teasing.

“Good luck,” I replied, watching as she turned to rejoin her teammates.

As the team started boarding, I pulled out my camera, snapping a few candid shots of the players as they walked onto the plane. Paige noticed, of course. She grinned and held her hood out to cover her face, her eyes peeking over the edge as if to tease me.

“Really?” I mouthed, lowering the camera.

She just shrugged, her smile never fading.

Later that night, as I reviewed the photos I’d taken, I couldn’t help but smile at the ones of Paige. She was beautiful, even in her goofiest moments, and I felt lucky to capture her in a way most people didn’t get to see.

When my phone buzzed with a text from her, I wasn’t surprised.

Paige: Did you get any good ones?

Me: Maybe.

Paige: Let me see.

Me: Only if you promise not to make fun of me.

Paige: No promises, ma.

I laughed, shaking my head. Despite everything we’d been through, we were still us—teasing, laughing, and figuring things out as we went. And for now, that was enough.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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[hazbinshusk]

I need more information on the overlords of hell, if only because I have this whole thing in my head about how they each stand in for the seven deadly sins, and I don't have one for sloth and I need it so my brain will brrr.

I know it's probably not a new idea, but here's my reasoning:

wrath - camilla carmine. she's a weapons dealer, powerful and running things (much in the same way that satan is running things - at least while lucifer is mia). she and satan also both have this whole restrained anger thing about them which I think is a great parallel (although she's got more control than he does).

lust - obviously valentino and his porn empire. now, he's a darker side of the idea of lust than our good boy ozzie. he leans more into the concept that lust without consent is greed (which ties into one of my other overlords later, you'll see), but his power absolutely lies in controlling what's 'sexy' - like how angel's work seems to be dependent more on val's kinks than what's popular with the pride ring.

envy - hear me out, but it's vox. he's constantly amassing this empire, this power, which, yeah, could be read as greed, but he's doing it because he wants what others have. he wants to be a one of the big dicks of hell, to beat camilla and zestial and especially alastor. vox creating the vees is a way to push himself above the others because he wants them to want what he has. his shows, his apps, his beef with alastor in stayed gone, everything is designed to make people like him more than the other overlords, especially alastor. hence the big smiles and posturing for audiences - he doesn't need to do that for power - he already has that. he does that because he wants to be respected/liked more than the others are. and alastor has that with the other overlords - zestial and rosie like him, camilla respects him (at least enough to speak to him like an equal). vox is looked down upon by the other overlords, and he envies that power alastor has.

pride - I feel like it's obvious it's alastor. he's so self-assured to the point that he's dismissive of everyone around him, especially those who could be seen as a threat. he goes up against adam, the most powerful of the exterminators, seemingly without any concern that he might not be strong enough to stop him (to the point where alastor isn't even armed with any angelic steel.He has some in the shield, but not even his little summoned creatures carry angelic weapons against adam). and to that point, pride is alastor's downfall there - if he'd been better prepared, he could have taken adam out. but he refused to use weapons provided by another overlord. he's threatened by lucifer (the actual sin of pride) because he can provide charlie with things alastor can't, and alastor being charlie's go-to for advice and protection and her hotel's needs are what gives him power in their relationship. it's what he needs for his ulterior motives to succeed. also, pride going head to head with pride is the most on point thing possible for the seven deadly sins.

gluttony - this feels a little lazy honestly, but rosie. but she's a cannibal, and what is cannibalism if not people throwing away all their reasoning for the joy of the feast?

greed - velvette. she's got a whole material wealth thing about her. fashion/social media overlord, the latter of which is always tied to overconsumption (hello, watch any of those grwm tiktoks where they have like, outfits for their stanley cups and twenty-three step hand care regimes where most of it is completely unnecessary). she and val are the only ones of the overlords we see consistently changing their outfits, and as I mentioned above, I see val tied into this sin, too. not just because of the outfits, but because of the love potions. ozzie calls them artificial bullshit, and we see ads in Hazbin that show that val and vel make and sell them. I also think husk would have been the overlord 'of greed' back before he lost his soul to alastor, which also fits into my headcanon that with velvette being the youngest of the overlords and having died around the 2000s/2010s (I think?), husk probably lost power before she acheived overlord status with the vees, maybe even before she died, seeing as the other residents of the hotel don't seem to know who he was in his past, so maybe it's been a while since he fell off the map.

sloth - ??? we don't really have one for sloth? I don't think the gambling overlord would have fit here, so I don't think it was husk. and we don't know enough about zestial or the others for them to fit but it doesn't feel like zestial's vibe? like, the closest we have is him not wanting to fight the angels, but that was for lack of information, rather than laziness.

so please, season two, solidify this idea for me because I love the symmetry of it and it's killing me that sloth is unfulfilled.

[thecrowroad]

Sunday Monday Snippet

“I was surprised that you allowed Jacobus to form a new house. It’s…such a large step, for one so newly fledged.”

Viago shrugged, one eye on his testing strips as he poured the wine “Egrativi will be a great mercantile house.”

“Mercantile? Not a cuchillo?”

Lucanis leaned forward to pick up a wine glass, passing it over to Rook before taking his own “They’ll do a few contracts, of course. But a house built by orphans especially to protect and support orphans? They’ll not do well as cuchillos in an organisation where nine different people claim the title ‘Orphan Maker’ as their specialty.”

“It’s seven now.” said Teia, also leaning forward to take a glass “Basil Favoto and Kai Devore got into it over a disputed contract while you were away and killed each other. Caterina had both houses make reparations to the Prince of Starkhaven for the very public mess they made.”

“Neither of them were a great loss.” said Viago, his nose wrinkled in distaste “Jacobus is - he could have been something special. But the Occupation and how it’s taken from him, he’s no longer on the Crow Road, Ivenci’s contract shows us that cleanly. We don’t need him as a renegade. Give it five years and he’ll be leading a house of vintners.”

“Noa let him take Quin and Octavian from de Acutis.” said Teia, curling into Viago’s side.

“Vintners and art appraisers then. That could be useful, at least. There’ll be a lot of Orlesian nobles needing to liquidate some assets. I’ll loan them Fletcher, to get them started”

[plasticlung]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ͜　/for the sake of the familyㅤ 𓌔ㅤㅤ♰ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ a buck\eddie fake date ft. maddie\chimney .

╰ — based on @pretty-fishy 's fake date post . ╰ — dt : @my-brain-soup , @ten-racoons-in-a-trench-coat , @joannte . ╰ — read it in full on ao3 : here ! ╰ — excerpts below the cut !

The nurse life isn’t glamorous, but it is interesting. Well, at least it is until you are stuck filling out paperwork during the downtime of your twelve hour shift. Eddie Diaz was in a groove though, letting the background noise of low chatter, beeping monitors, and ambulance sirens to blur into one another, his palm was smudged with black ink, but he was unstoppable. At least he was unstoppable until Maddie Buckly jumped up on the desk, thankfully missing the half–filled intake form pile. “I need a favour.”

Her voice was low and rushed. And Maddie, she isn’t always one to ask for help, at least not for the trivial things, although she is getting better at asking for a shift cover. One that Eddie is more than happy to give even at short notice considering how much shifts of his she has covered without complaint. “What kind of favour ? I’m not doing another night shift with Mary, she gets mean after 7pm.”

Maddie’s lip twitched at that, like she wanted to smile but she was too stressed to. Something he knew one or two things about. “No, not that. I can deal with her,” she looked out towards the door, where people were walking by and not paying attention to anything happening there. “Something bigger. Like– way bigger.” 

“How big are we talking ?” Eddie asked warily and leaned back in the chair, twirling the pen in his hand. In all seriousness, Maddie and him have had each other’s backs since he joined the hospital staff, if she needed something from him that bad, he doesn’t think there is anything he’d say no to. “Spill it, Buckley. You’re making me nervous.”

Maddie took a deep breath at that, running a hand through her hair. “My parents are… they’re really intense. Pushy really.” She huffed. “And now that I’m out of the– Now that I’m single, they won’t back off about micromanaging my love life.” Eddie hummed to show he was listening but wasn’t about to interrupt her. He was there for Maddie’s aftermath of Doug, she spent more time in his house crying then in her parents house. 

And he’d heard bits and pieces about Maddie’s overbearing parents; not much, but enough to know that pushy would be an understatement, that they were judgmental and were way too invested in Maddie’s life, especially when it comes to her love-life and ‘getting grandbabies’. 

“That sucks, but what does it have to do with me ?” He asked once he realised she was done. Did she want to seek refuge in his house or ?

Maddie bit her lip, not a new habit of hers. “I told them I’m seeing someone.”

“You are ?” Eddie blinked. Surely if she was he would know. The shifts are long and they more or less know everything about each other. Eddie had told her about each and every one of his failing relationships with ex-girlfriends. Maddie shook her head and that’s when the realisation dawned on him like a slow-moving train. “Oh no. No, no, no. Maddie…” He takes it back, maybe he wouldn’t do anything. 

[chaifootsteps]

i should've mentioned it when we were talking about tuca and bertie and them doing things right, but the arc bertie goes through with her SA and reclaiming it thru taboo fantasies is very similar to what ive been through, right down to a therapist opening me up to this new side of sexuality, and while it all happened to me years prior to the arc happening in the show, it broke me out of my anti shipper mentality that gave me this sense of justice and rigid rightness in what i was doing.

just thought now would be a good time to bring it up too because of the allegations against you and how what happened to max is basically the same thing that's happened to me. it's such an uncomfortable feeling to know someone who brought you into this world sees you like that, and having a fictional character similar to that person to self insert with in writing has helped far more then feeling disgusted with myself ever did or has, because i can stop anytime i want, or just get to a point where i move on completely from being able to gain anything from this personally. (which im leaning towards for now,) it's like bertie's therapist said, "because this time, you're in control."

i just wish antis could at least be more open to the idea that maybe, just maybe, shaming victims for coping this way isn't helpful, and that the lack of nuance implies shaming these uncontrollable fantasies (because you can't control your thoughts and like bertie's therapist said, "brains are weird!", although ive also heard the fear and arousal part of your brain is closely related which explains so many kinks to me tbh,) is the only form of healing and getting better, which it never will be. this kind of thing, of re-exploring your trauma thru fiction like this, definitely doesn't help certain people and that needs to be respected, but for anyone it does, they shouldn't just be written off as "normalizing their abuse", because im aware enough to keep this to myself, and to other people like me.

come talk to me about me "romanticizing" horrible things in fiction when you remember vivs shows have millions of views, and THATS why her writing like a fanfic author is bad - not because she inherently is one at heart. a large audience of adults should engage with these heavy topics, (and deserve to have them be written well, even if the stans swear they don't because nuh uh it's Da Best cuz mama viv made it,) not literal children. regardless of this unfortunate demographic that's naturally been formed and then unnaturally encouraged by the creator to line her pockets with their parents money, i think people have a moral obligation to tell a well written story about dark taboo subjects when they have such a large scale of production and connections like this, with some gray area in between, because theres some pieces of media that aren't as big as vivs creations or as small as fanfic writers (compared to other indie creations like video games or shows,) either, like mouthwash, or that one horror game with a sibling incest ending. that's what i mean when i said you aren't gonna make anyone want to fuck a lizard, but that vivs story's spread sentiment that would give 1970s victim blaming, "well, what was she wearing?" arguments a run for their money in how gross they are. i don't think max is gonna make anyone want to fuck their own dad either.

i hope this all makes sense! i think this is the most vulnerable ive ever been in your ask box. thank you for being someone who makes me feel strong enough to talk about this.

No, no, it makes perfect sense! Thanks for sharing your story, Anon...that was an incredibly vulnerable thing to talk about, and it couldn't have been easy.

I don't know if it's due to social media or what, but people have gotten really, really terrible at the concept of "I do my thing that works for me over here, you do your thing that works for you over there, and even though we don't understand each other, we mind our business about it." Like you said, it becomes a different conversation the more widespread and professional your piece of media is -- the same way that feeding 1,000 people a day is different than cooking for yourself -- but when we're talking about you and me and Max and all the randos on AO3? An appropriately tagged piece of work that makes a sharp distinction between fiction and reality is harmless.

What isn't harmless is telling someone that their intensely personal coping method is wrong and shameful and that they're a dangerous, evil person because it makes you uncomfortable, and that they're either a bad survivor or lying about being one.

Here's the scene from Tuca & Bertie, because it's so well done and always relevant.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

He's been gone a while. Usually when Astarion says he's going to hunt, he's only out for a couple hours. It's been almost five. Tomie runs into the forest to see if she can find him. After some searching, she hears short gasps and winces of pain. Heading toward the sound she sees him. Astarion, sat leaning against a tree. He has a massive gash across his chest and around his arms. His shirt torn to shreds, hanging off his bloodied torso.

"Astarion!" She runs towards him and falls to her knees.

"Ah, hello."

"Gods what happened??"

"I ran afoul of a bear. Not to worry, I might not have dinner tonight but I'll heal up just fine. I just need a moment."

"Fuck that, I'll heal you now". Tomie casts cure wounds. The magic seeps into his skin and stops the bleeding slightly, but the wounds don't close all the way.

"Huh, I'm surprised that worked at all if I'm honest."

"Does it usually not work?"

"Not on undead, no."

"What did you do when you got injured before?"

"I waited."

A deep sadness overtakes Tomie's expression. Her eyes well up and her brow creases with worry.

"I'm not just going to sit here and watch you suffer, at least regain some strength, my neck is yours."

"It's quite alright, you've done enough the past few days. I'll be fine."

"Gods I wish you weren't so fucking stubborn sometimes."

Tomie brings her wrist to her mouth and bites it. Her own fangs piercing her flesh. Blood starts to bead out from the small wounds as she holds her wrist out in front of him.

"Come on, don't let it go to waste."

Astarion stares at her for a moment, licking his lips. He then grabs her hand and brings her wrist to his mouth. He flicks his eyes over to her once more.

"Go on, it's starting to drip"

Astarion slides his tongue along her arm, then latches onto the wound. He drinks her in eagerly. He didn't realise just how thirsty he really was. His mind reels as he once again regains strength and clarity. Once he's had enough, he lets go of her wrist and licks the wound lazily. Tomie stares at him, still concerned. Astarion smiles and pulls her closer by the wrist. She scoots towards to him and rests her hand over his. They stare into the forest for a moment, listening to the sounds of the night.

"You're too kind to me."

"You refuse to ask for help."

Astarion chuckles. She's right, of course.

"Look at me, darling."

Tomie turns her head to look into his eyes. He stares back into hers. Those strange black pools of swirling blues. A stark contrast to his bright crimson irises. He moves some of her hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. He presses his forehead against hers and strokes her cheek with his thumb. There is so much the both of them wish to say, but words don't come. They sit there in silence for a while. Astarion then presses a soft kiss against her lips, causing a quiet giggle to come out of her. She kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek.

"I promised that I'd keep you safe if you did the same, did I not?"

"You did."

"We watch out for each other."

"We do."

"So stop trying to deal with everything alone. Promise?"

"I'll try."

"That's all I ask."

He kisses her lips once more, then lifts her wrist to kiss her wound.

"Do you think you're good to head back?"

"Let's stay here a little longer. If that's alright."

They spend the rest of the night in each others arms, staring up at the stars.

[fashionteahouse]

i wonder - edward cullen x reader

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Your parent opened the door and widened their smile. You stood there as they pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

You smiled in their embrace.

It was transforming into autumn.

They look behind you.

“Hi, Edward.”

He was polite.

Right before it was dinner time, he left, claiming that he had to go do something for his family. Claiming that he would be right back.

“So…You two are…Back to together?” your parent asks. You pick at your food as you nod.

“When did it happen?” they ask.

“After…After the competition…” you admit quietly.

“You look….Good, Y/N.” they say as they look at you. You give them a small smile.

“I’m going over to Charlie’s tomorrow if you want to tag along. Maybe see Bella?” they suggest.

You shrug lightly, “Sure.”

You found the old keyboard that was previously taken away.

At night, you and Edward tinkered around. Trying to create harmony together as you now had two keyboards in your possession.

“Do you want to come with?” you ask after you both lounge in your bedroom.

He thinks about it but you could tell he didn’t want to say outright no.

“You don’t have to…If you don’t want to.” you say quietly.

“I would like to but, Bella already had suspicions of me. Me coming around would just reignite whatever she thinks.”

You take a good look at him.

“She likes you.” you state quietly. He looks to you. He calmly makes a small grin, “Many do.”

“Could you read it from her mind?”

“I can’t…Read her mind…It’s as if she has no thoughts at all.”

You look away as you lean against the pillows instead of him.

“Before I came…You would’ve chosen her…Instead.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you say that?”

You take a shy glance at him, “I’m sorry…”

“Just tell me…What makes you feel this way?”

“Did you take interest in me because of my whispering mind? Just be honest.” you say very quietly.

“Y/N…” he says as he takes one of your hands in both of his and gives you a warm grin, “What’s the first thing I asked you?”

You look down at your joined hands.

“You asked if I play…”

“Then…You looked up at me…It was you who almost knocked me off of my feet with just one look.” he whispered, “I felt an instant connection….”

You slowly look at him. He was sincere. He searched your face. You leaned back into him.

“We can’t get rid of each other.” he says in your ear. This makes you laugh a breathy laugh.

“Good.” you say to him quietly as he rubbed his hand down your arm.

“I’m not going to lie…I miss my favorite senior.” Bella says shyly. Both parents were in the living room.

“Aw, I’m touched.” you say with a grin. You watch as she goes to grab her keys.

“They’re not much company…I’m going to the beach..Come with?”

“Sure.”

You both talked, the shyness lifting as she drove past the Welcome to La Push sign.

You saw two figures on the beach. It was windy enough to raise goosebumps, but you were confused by the fact that none of them wore at least a jacket.

You and Bella sat on the rock as you both watched the waves.

“Wow…That’s so impressive.” she says after you tell her your latest achievements.

“Thanks.”

“I can’t wait until graduation…I think I’m going to move back with my mom.” she tells you. You nod.

A pair of familiar eyes came into view. You tried to ignore them, but he kept staring.

“Do you..Do you know him? Because I don’t.” Bella noticed as she whispered.

“Somewhat…” you say as you look down.

“Oh…He’s coming over here.” she stated and you pop up and look at her, “Wait, what?”

She looked ahead and he stops in front of you.

“You couldn’t say hi?”

“Didn’t think you would like that.” you state, not looking at his face.

“Who’s this?”

“Bella Swan.” you answer.

“Who are you?” she asks him.

He says his name and he leans against the rock. You watch as he lingered his gaze on her. Her face slowly started to flush as she peaked at him.

“Are you back for good?” he then asks you.

“Just passing through.” you boredly state.

“Oh…So, what school do you go to?” He then asks Bella.

“Forks. You?” she answered back shyly.

“On the rez…” he says. He then looks behind him as he groaned a bit at the two figures who were now looking at him.

“Do you know them?” Bella asks.

“I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?” she asks with a soft smile.

“Cause they do that shit.” he says, they were staring as if they were waiting for him, “They’re so annoying. It’s like they’re a cult. I wish they would fuck off.”

You and Bella both chuckle out.

“Come on. I don’t want to be here..” he then says, his tone dripping in discomfort.

“Where would we go?” Bella asks as she’s already getting up. You look at her with a hidden smirk.

“Away from them.” he says and she’s following him, she’s looking at you to do so as well. Your name was called by an unfamiliar voice. It startled you.

“Later.” the boy says. Bella shoots you a worried glance but you tell her to go ahead, reassuring her that you were going to be okay. Two muscle bound people were now in front of you.

“How do you know my name?” you calmly ask.

“From Cullen.” he states. He said as if it was a curse word. Your heart drops.

“Yeah? And?” you retort, feeling defensive over him.

“And you should stay away from them.” he says.

You scoff, “Why should I listen to you….? I don’t even know you.” you say and turn but the other boy beside him says, “Wait. Just hear us out.”

You cross your arms.

“You know me..You have seen me…I was in the woods with you.” the man speaks.

You rack your brain as you travel back to that day and you look at him. He stood tall with authority.

“You’re…The black wolf..”

He nods.

“I’m Samuel Uley. People around here call me Sam…You got involved with the Cullens. I’m warning you to stay away. While you have the chance.” he says.

“You're designed to kill their kind…Of course you want me to stay away.”

“Because they kill people.” the boy next to Sam says as if it were the most obvious thing.

“Did you guys not read your own treaty with them? As long as they don’t eat humans, you can’t kill them. Guess what? They do not eat humans.” you say with slight jazz hands for effect.

“A human shouldn’t be involved with them in the first place…I, as a protector, can’t just let someone leave off with them. You should stay here at home. It was assumed by me and the tribe when you left town, that they had something to do with you leaving. They all left right with you.”

“Yeah, because I had a piano competition. If they were going to hurt me, they would’ve done so by now.” you say with an unserious attitude. It all felt ridiculous.

“You don’t understand. You’re playing with fire.” Sam says feeling a bit frustrated.

“If I was, I wouldn’t gotten burnt by now.” you say.

“Y/N…They’re bloodsuckers-”

“Look. I don’t know either of you. I suggest you both leave me alone. You’re even messing with other people, watching them to join whatever you two got going on. You turn into a large animal.”

Sam huffs out a small breath of anger through his nose, “Jared here, has the same destiny as me now. All because of the vampires, like the Cullens, in the area, it triggers the trait.”

“The Cullens has nothing to do with that. We were gone. Don’t worry. We will all be out of your hair by the time the weekend ends.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Alice.

“Look, I gotta go.”

Sam grabs your arm, you would’ve been offended but his eyes screamed desperation. You look to him. His body temperature was hot. It felt like he had a fever.

“Please. We’re protectors. This is us protecting. Just stay away from them. Live your life as a human should. Cold ones do nothing but dazzle a human. Everything about them pulls their prey in. You think you two are in a healthy relationship, but he’s a leech at the end of the day. You don’t think he’s going to turn you into one of him eventually? It’s either that or he simply kills you.” he says in a hard tone but it was thrown across patiently.

“Yeah..Look, Sam is right. A cold one is not going to fall in love with a human..It just won’t happen. You’re just simply under his thrall. You feel like everything is good, everything is safe. You can’t help it, it’s natural to fall under it. Our wolves understand them well.” Jared says quietly.

You look at them both. You take your arm back and you walk away. You shove your hands in your pockets and go in the direction you had seen Bella in.

You walked closer to the soft laughs and talking.

“Hey. What were they over there talking to you about?” Bella asks.

“Nothing…They claim they haven’t seen me around before.” you say. They both believed you.

“Are you ready to go?” Bella asks you.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

You watch as Bella shyly tells him that she will call him. You’re mind was running a mile a minute.

When you and Bella get back, Edward’s car is in her driveway.

“Whoa..Nice car.” she says as she looked at it and she then opens the front door.

Edward was immediately at the doorway pulling you into his arms. As you heard Bella greet her dad in the living room, you quietly heard him breathe you in, as if he was calming himself.

He steps back. His eyes darken. You’re worried.

“Edward, what’s wrong?”

“Where did you go?” he asks suppressing his voice from being angry.

“La Push-“

He grabs your hand, you’re immediately outside.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” you coo to him as you watch him brace himself against his car. He was on the brink of losing control and he was doing a good job of keeping himself together. It took some time but he eventually says it.

“You smell like them.” he says distastefully.

“Who?” you ask in a small voice.

He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut before saying, “Y/N, please get in the car.”

“No. If you’re…If you feel this way from me smelling like them, I don’t want to make things worse.”

“Alice couldn’t see you…I really need you with me right now. I need to see you.” he says and he touched you, almost as if he couldn’t believe that you were real.

“I’m right here.” you whispered as his fingers heavily smooth over your face, your eyes slightly closed.

You speak again, “I will wash it off when I get home.”

He doesn’t budge to let you go. His gaze almost scared you and you didn’t want either of you to be scared.

“Edward, please?” you ask in a quiet whisper.

In a flash, he’s opening his car door, still staring at you as if you were going to disappear. You stand outside until he eventually leaves.

You scrubbed your skin immediately when you arrived home with your parent. It seemed as soon as you put the last article of clothing on, that’s when you saw the door twist open.

“I don’t feel safe with you going there.” he says to you after a long embrace. His eyes were the liquid gold that you were used to.

You nod as he pressed his lips to your face.

“I only went to the beach with Bella..I didn’t know that they would be there.”

“There’s more of them….I knew it.” he observed as he sits on the edge of your bed, pulling you in his lap.

“Yeah.. You were right.” you say as you caressed his cheek, “The boy…That I met on the beach…Claims that they’re watching him. He thinks they’re like a cult or something.”

Edward doesn’t say anything. You look to him. He blinked at you plainly.

"He has a thing for Bella now. No need to worry."

"That's not what I'm worried about...You've been around him. He can turn into one at any given time."

"Edward-"

"If anything..Were to happen to you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself." he says.

"Nothing's going to happen." you whisper as you hold his head to your chest, his arms tightened around your waist. You two stay like that for some time.

“Can I tell you something?” you ask quietly.

“Anything.”

“Will you promise to not get upset?”

“I promise to try to control my emotions.” he said.

You get out of his lap and only sit next to him. His hand is now firm on your thigh as you stare into his gaze.

“The wolf…The black one in the woods…His name is Sam.”

His eyes closed as he slowly turns away from you.

“Nothing happened.” you say to ease future worries, “But..He only talked to me.”

He’s up and you rise with him.

“I told him….To stay away from you.”

You look down after he stated this. You couldn’t deny, he did approach you first, even going as far as calling your name.

“What’s a thrall?” you blurt out.

He looks at you. It was as if time had stopped. He slowly settled his eyes into yours. He spoke calmly.

“It’s what makes me a killer. Pulling in my prey is what I do.”

You only breathe quietly, as you looked at him. You didn’t know if you should’ve felt afraid. But, you wondered if that’s what being under a thrall meant. You wondered if it took away your fight or flight response.

“Are you scared of me?”

You swallow and you look down. But then you look back up, you shake your head. You didn’t see him move, he was too fast, but his hands held yours.

He only looks at you, trying to make out what’s going through your mind.

“Are you scared of me?” you ask quietly.

He lifts his lips only a little, but he nods. You match his expression and he cradled the side of your face.

“I’m scared of what you do to me.” he says.

“What do I do to you?” you ask, barely audible to your own ears. You watch as his eyes darken, but not in color. The jolted feeling that you felt was almost scary. Not in a fearful way, but an exciting way.

“Tempt me.” he quietly answered.

No words were said as you both soaked in each other with each other’s eyes for a while.

“What did he say to you?” he asks quietly.

“I don’t want to tell you….”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

“I know, but…I don’t want you to get upset at all. I like seeing you happy.”

“Just tell me…We should be able tell each other everything.”

You breathe out softly through your nose as you look down.

“All he did…Was try to convince me to stay here…That’s how I found out about the word thrall…He claims that why I feel so……It doesn’t matter. He basically says it’s why a human and a vampire shouldn’t be together.”

“Do you believe it?” he asks.

“….No.” you answer softly.

“I don’t believe it either.” he says.

The next morning, your parent needed to run to the grocery store. You offer. Edward offered to come with.

As he put the bag in the car, he taps your shoulder.

You look at him, he discreetly points to a woman. You follow his eyes. A woman who could be someone who lived in La Push. She had the same distinct look of them.

She got out of her car. Large slashes were on the side of her face. You held back a gasp. You wondered what happened. They were a reddish pinkish color. They looked recent. They weren’t fully healed but healed enough to where she didn’t need to bandage them. She was beautiful despite the damage.

She walked with her keys, you could tell by her walk, she felt self cautious of people who looked at her. A large man, held his hand out to take them from her. She drops them in his hand. Sam then was right next to her. Keeping a protective arm around her and he looked right in your direction. Glaring right at Edward. It was Sam.

“Y/N, get in the car.” Edward says darkly but you know it wasn’t for you. You look to him, glaring darkly at the man who told you to stay away from Edward at the beach. You watch as Edward slowly start to get angry.

You open the passenger car door, seeing that he’s still giving Sam looks that could kill.

“Come on, Edward.” you whisper encouragingly. You then lower yourself and sit down in the passenger seat, hoping he would follow suit. He finally followed you in the car. Smoothly, but steers away fast out of the parking lot. As you looked out the window, she grabs Sam’s arm as she goes to enter the store. Sam’s eyes never left the car until he entered as well.

You slowly turned to look at him with a commiserate look. He gripped the steering wheel, glaring at the road as if he wanted to kill it.

“Do you know her?” you ask in a whisper.

“No..I don’t…But, she’s a sad example of what happens when you stand too close to one of them..She stood too close to Sam..Residents will tell you it’s from an animal attack. If only they knew the animal at hand.” he says trying his best to not talk to you in a nasty manner.

You felt bad. Your mind was flooded with thoughts of the woman. And Sam. You wondered why he warned you of the Cullens, just to hurt someone himself.

As he drove on the road he speaks again but this time it’s very calm, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Y/N. I’m just trying to keep you safe…I get so nervous whenever you do go to La Push. That’s why…I prefer you not to go there…Please…Danger just lurks there.”

You nod silently.

“I also…Prefer you to be careful with befriending Bella Swan…Just because she wants to put herself in danger doesn’t mean you have to follow.”

“I understand.” you say and look out the window.

You think for a moment.

“It would be nice for us to go to the beach together….I get to see your skin shine.” you say to lighten the tense mood. He grins a little, “I’m sure that time will come…Where it’s private.”

You nod with slight happiness.

It was time to leave the next day.

You and Edward made it seem to your parent that you were going back to where you had left from, but you both stayed alone with each other in Forks in the Cullen’s old home.

“Where shall we go next?” you ask as you fiddled with your keyboard.

“Somewhere cold for sure.” he says as he placed a kiss on your neck.

You smile at him, “Of course.”

Alice came to visit you both with Jasper. Her hug was tight, you told her you couldn’t breathe with a small laugh. She was excited to see you. Jasper was happy to see you as well.

“I take it you went on your mini vacation.” Edward tells his sister.

“I did. It was a good visit. They all miss you Edward.” she says with a smile.

“Im sure.” he says in a bit moody tone. Jasper chuckles as if it was an inside joke.

“I told them you were visiting them soon.”

“Why would you do that?” Edward says with annoyance.

“They won’t hurt Y/N..They’re vegetarian.” Alice stated the last statement towards you as she stayed close to you. He glared at her but her carefree nature only made him softly roll the same eyes. He sits next to you and looks at you for a moment. You look with deep curiosity.

“She’s only going if she’s working.” Edward finally says.

“Done!” Alice says with a bright smile.

“Jesus, what did you do?” you ask.

“It’s not prestigious like the one you just did, but it’s a quick competition that you can go to. Just like the small ones you did back home.” she says happily. You look to Edward.

“Do you want to do it?” he simply asks you and waits for your answer.

You nod.

On the way to Alaska, Edward told you the history behind their family’s relationship. How loyal they were to each other, being allies to battles when needed.

The coven was formed by a woman named Sasha. Transforming the women you were about to meet, Tanya, Kate, and Irina.

“Are we going to meet her too?”

“She’s dead.”

“Wow..What happened?” you blinked.

“She created an immortal child, their brother, Vasilii…It’s against the law with our people, to create immortal children. They will easily reveal our secret to outsiders.”

“I can only imagine…The tantrums were that great, huh?”

He cracked a smile.

“The law? Who’s the police in your terms?” you then ask.

“The Volturi.”

“Are they vegetarian as well?”

“Sure, if hell freezes over.” he says and you both chuckle.

“For reason, I would’ve thought.”

“Sure they uphold the law, but they live a chaotic lifestyle themselves. They show no mercy. It’s just for the best to be on their good side unless you’re asking for a death sentence.”

You nod in acknowledgment.

“So, which members have powers?”

“Kate and Eleazar.”

“Only two?” you ask. He nods.

“Kate has a power where she can project painful jolts throughout her body with touch. Eleazar has ability identification. He feels the powers of others and is able to detect what they are.”

“Electric jolts.” you say.

“Yeah.” he says.

Eyes took in the remote scenery. It looked surreal by how beautiful the nature looked. The coven really reminded you of the Cullens in a way. You know understood why they considered the coven to be their cousins.

It seemed as though they knew that you two were coming. Four women and a man. Their eyes shined with liquid gold. They embraced Edward, telling him how great it was to see him again. One of them with strawberry blonde hair, tried to keep Edward in a hug for too long before he forcibly detached himself from her.

They looked at you with great curiosity. You felt small in a way. Edward held your hand with a tight grasp.

“A human.” one says with a grin.

“A choice indeed.” the woman with the strawberry blonde hair with an accent says. She steps to you, looking at you with interest.

“What’s your name?” she asks. You tell her. She looks at you and to Edward, it was soft grin, almost flirty. She looks to you, “I’m Tanya.”

The other one with long pale blonde hair, straight as corn silk, who seemed very laid back, gives you a side a hug, “I’m Kate.”

“Y-You didn’t shock me.” you say in surprise. You hear the perfect sounds of laughter surround you.

“It’s only for battle.” she says with a humorous grin.

“So, Edward here has told you about us?” Tanya asks, almost honored.

“A summarized version.” you say.

“We only heard that he met someone. How nice to finally meet you.” the woman with black hair says to you with a warm smile. You find out that her name is Carmen. The man next to her, who you presumed to be Eleazar, stared at you with such concentration but yet you felt he was trying to figure you out. He says a friendly hello.

“That’s our sister, Irina. Don’t feel bad about her stand-off nature. She’s only missing her lover.” Kate tells you in the cozy home as Edward went off to set your belongings in a guest room. You nod, “I get it.”

“You might know him. Laurent. Carlisle says he’s an acquaintance of his.”

You nod, “When we were playing baseball, Laurent and his coven came.”

“You were playing baseball? With them?” Irina asks. You look over to her, nodding, “I was just the ref with Esme, but me and Edward had left when they joined the game.”

“Why?” Tanya asks.

Edward speaks then, “You’re all set Y/N. Are you tired?” You turn to look at him and he interlaced his hand with yours.

“Come on, Edward. Let us get to know each other.” Kate says in a carefree manner.

“Yeah. You want to pull her away when things had gotten good.” Tanya says and Edward displayed an impatient attitude.

You suppressed a smile as you then chose to tug him in the direction of the room that was provided for you.

“It’s going to be easy. Do you want to practice today or tomorrow morning?”

“What? Teacher Edward is giving me a choice?” you say humorously, he gives you a handsome smile.

“Well, I won’t seriously practice until tomorrow but I will still tinker about.” you continued.

“Okay.”

You look at him and he could tell you had questions. He knew that you couldn’t ask because of the lingering ears.

“Do you want to explore with me?” he asks quietly. You nod with a slight smile.

You both sat in a beautiful field. You could see the tall mountains from afar. Just absolutely breathtaking.

“Where is Laurent? You didn’t want to come here because he was here.”

“Take one guess.” he says and you match his grin.

“Mm…He went to kill a human.”

“You’re kind of right…Him and Irina were hunting together. She lost him. She’s not a good tracker.”

“She misses him.” you state as you remember her hint of sadness that was imbedded in her face.

“She does.”

“So….Eleazar…I must’ve rubbed him the wrong way…”

Hearing his laughter, you look over, twitching your own mouth as his laugh started to tickle you.

“What?” you say with a slight chuckle.

“Why would you rub him the wrong way?”

“I don’t know….He kept staring but…Like…Did I do something?”

“He was only figuring you out. They have no problem with having you around.”

“Okay.” you say and look back towards the distance. You chuckle under your breath, “Okay…I’m not jealous of Bella Swan..But I have to admit..I’m jealous of Tanya. Did you two used to date or something?”

“God, no.”

This makes you bubble out a chuckle, “I seen the way she looks at you. The way she acts around you.”

“Tanya is Tanya.” he says and shakes his head.

“She’s beautiful.” you say and you grin at the look he gave you. He seemed to not be interested in hearing that.

“She’s so lustful, it’s off putting…If you two were to talk, you will know my claim is right. I only ask you to only take what she tells you with a grain of salt.”

“Noted.” you say and pull your knees to your chest.

In the morning after a study session of the piano keys that was in the home, Edward leaves off to hunt with Carmen and her husband Eleazar as Kate and Tanya came back in with Irina.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Tanya says as she sees you at the piano bench. She plops next to you. You smile and reply a hey back.

“I didn’t know you play.” she says. You nod, “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“We heard you as we were on our way back.” Irina states quietly. You felt bad for her sorrow and shoot her a kind grin.

Tanya scoots you over with her hip and begins to play a fast combination. You look at her fingers and her self satisfied expression.

“Wow.” you breathed.

“How long are you and Edward staying anyway?” Kate simply asks. There was no ill intent, just a simple question.

“I’m…Honestly not sure. I’m here to go to a competition soon so…”

“I can be your coach if you want.” Tanya says with excited energy.

“No, Edward is my teacher. I can’t cheat on him.” you say playfully and walk in the direction of your spare room. You see that Tanya and Kate follow you.

Tanya looks at your ring. Her eyes shine like the blinging jewelry.

“Have you two did it yet?”

“…..Did what?”

You thought she was talking about marriage.

“Sex.”

“Tanya.” Kate says and muffled a chuckle.

“What? This looks serious.” she says and lifts your hand. You felt embarrassed. A thought of you and Edward performing such activities haven’t really crossed your mind. You just liked being in his presence.

“That is a nice ring.” Kate comments.

“No…We haven’t.” you answer as you take your hand back.

Tanya looked shocked and then she laughs, “Edward really hasn’t changed.”

You nervously laugh with her. Mostly in hidden confusion.

“Ignore her.” Kate says.

“What? It’s not like it’s something that one should be afraid of. It’s natural.” Tanya defends.

“What did you mean that Edward hasn’t changed?” you ask her.

“She throws herself at him. It’s why the Cullens haven’t settled here for long.” Kate rolls her eyes and Tanya gives a somewhat shocked look, “I wouldn’t say I throw myself on him. Pursuit is the classy word.”

“Admit it, Tanya. You do.” Kate says and Tanya shakes her head and turns her attention on you, “He hasn’t done it with anyone.”

You don’t say anything. There wasn’t much to say.

“What about you?” Tanya asks curiously.

“Um….No…I haven’t really…” you say and look down with embarrassment, “Plus, it wouldn’t work. I’m a human and he’s a vampire after all. It’s not like we could do anything anyway.”

“It can be done.” Tanya says as she looks at Kate, who wore a smug expression.

“But, you guys are like…Strong..” you say as you take a look at their heightened beauty.

“That’s why you have to go slow. Well, he would have to go slow…but, you could help him with that. Slow and steady wins the race after all.” Tanya tilts her head with a smile.

“I bleed and then what? He will drain me.” you say.

“Not everyone bleeds on their first time. Especially when you’re properly aroused.”

You felt a pit in your stomach. The thought of Edward making you feel that good..You shake your head to dismiss such thoughts about lust.

“Am I about to get a sex lesson from vampires?” you joke.

Kate laughs lightly.

“You should if you’re dating one. We know the do’s and dont’s of intercourse with human men. It’s not like Edward would ever come to us for advice anyway.” Kate says quietly.

You look at them both with curiosity.

Tanya chuckled to herself and says in a playful tone, “We’ll talk more.”

Tanya and Kate was then leaving out of the room as Edward walked through the doorway. Immature giggles were made and it made you feel even more embarrassed.

Edward shuts the door as he rolled his own eyes.

“If they’re too much for you, just scream for help.” he says to you as you both embrace.

“They’re not…I didn’t know Tanya could play as well.” you say to steer the subject of what you were really thinking.

“Yeah.” he says unimpressed.

“She’s really good.” you say and he counters back with, “She a pig head.”

You nudge him, “Don’t be rude.” you scold him in a hushed manner. He takes your hand and sits down with you.

“She only learned and had gotten good after she turned.”

“Still.” you say quietly, feeling bad.

“At least the kitchen isn’t going to waste.��� Irina comments as you and Edward finished making a dish for you.

Edward pulls out a chair and you have a seat. You watched as Irina kept looking out of the window, checking her phone. It was abnormal to your eyes to see a somewhat anxious vampire.

“When are you turning her?” Tanya bluntly asks as you pause your playing from the question. The day was young and you and Edward got started with practicing right away. Tanya came in as soon as the keys were being played.

Edward huffed softly a bit, “We can’t focus with you in here.”

“No need to be uptight. It doesn’t seem like Y/N doesn’t mind me in here.” she says as she goes to touch his arm but he dodged her touch. She sniggered.

You look at her with a neutral expression, “I need to focus.” Edward slowly brings on a smirk.

“Alright, alright.” she says holding up two defensive hands. She’s out of the room.

“Alright.” Edward says and tells you to start from the top.

You miss a key. Edward makes way to place his arms over you, telling you how the certain part goes. Your heart quickened by the close proximity.

“Got it?” he softly asks. You nod. He placed a kiss on your cheekbone, you felt yourself get deliciously nervous.

You play slower than the initial tempo and he noticed but he didn’t say anything. You just wanted to focus but your heart wouldn’t slow down.

He placed two hands on your shoulders when you were finished. You completed the song without any hiccups. You sat still as you blinked at the keys.

“Why slow?”

“I um…I wanted to make sure I got it right. I’ll speed it up.” you say nervously.

“You don’t have to be nervous. You could do this in your sleep.”

“It’s not….This…” you whisper. You felt his hands leave your shoulders and your eyes closed as he sits down next to you.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks and wraps an arm around you, scooting you close to him.

“You’re killing me.” you whisper. Your body jerked at soft kiss he gave you on your ear. You shoot a playful glare at him and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Should we pretend we’re not together..So you could focus?”

“God, no.” you say.

“Let’s take a break..I have something to tell you anyway.”

You follow him and you slide off of his back, sitting in a beautiful landscape away from the house.

You sit as the breeze dance on your skin.

“Eleazar..Said something that was interesting.”

“Hm?”

“Why your mind is like whispers.”

“Oh…”

“He’s not too sure..But, the real reason Tanya asked when I was going to…Change you…Was because he says you might be able to…Project…Voices into other people’s heads. What’s crazy is…He says it has the potential to drive someone insane mentally, which he thinks is what makes it so gripping.”

“Really?” you ask but not immediately. He nods.

“Is it like a malicious type of thing?” you ask.

“Yes and no. Personally, I think it’s good to defend with. It would be nice to hear what you’re thinking, but he just said voices. Is it a collective of your voice? I just wonder if it’s a thing that can do more bad than good.” he passionately says.

“So…I’m assuming..That’s out of the window.” you plainly say as after he’s spoken.

“I wouldn’t do it out of selfish reasons.”

“Not even…So that we can be together?” you ask as you look down.

“We’re together now.”

You don’t say anything after that. You didn’t want to go back and forth about this particular subject.

“Laurent should be coming back soon..Alice will tell me if it’s sooner than planned.”

You nod your head in silence.

You rise up and he holds your hand as he stared at you.

“Do the shapeshifters…Live forever as well?”

“I don’t think so. The ones that we have came across, are long dead.”

“Oh yeah..Of course.” you say.

“I want you to have a good human life Y/N. I don’t want you to change just for me.”

“Yeah..I know.” you say and give him a quick smile.

The night before the competition, Kate and Tanya joins you in your room as you fiddled alone with your keyboard. Edward was away hunting with Irina, Eleazar, and Carmen.

“You’re leaving right after?” Tanya asks.

“I think so.”

“Why so soon? You’re fun.” Kate casually says.

“Um not really.” you say with a small laugh.

“When was the last time we had a human cook in our kitchen?” Tanya asks Kate. Kate chuckles.

“Did Edward tell you when you were going to be become one of us?” Tanya asks. She really wanted to know.

“He’s not going to.”

Silence was met.

“Why?” Kate asks in blatant ignorance.

“He wants me to stay human. I’m not going to force him. I guess…I would have to outgrow him.” you say as you think about the talk you two did have.

She speaks in a language you didn’t understand and shakes her head, “He’s such a worrier.” Tanya says under her breath.

“Plus, we have to leave before Laurent gets back. He wasn’t a vegetarian when he met the Cullens and if he finds out I’m human. He might relapse if he hasn’t already.”

“I can understand that. But that should be the more reason to change you. A human automatically is in danger. Doesn’t he want to spend forever with you?” Kate says as she looks at Tanya.

“Laurent was having trouble…With the diet.” Tanya says.

“I think that’s where he veered off to. To help himself to a nice little buffet.” Kate chuckles.

“So, did Carlisle get you guys to convert to animal blood?” you ask.

“No..Tanya did. We met Carlisle afterwards, we’ve never encountered a coven that had the same diet as us before.”

“Tanya started it all?” you ask with grin and look to her.

“Why do you seem shocked that I’m good for something?” she responded and you break out a full smile.

“So like how did it happen?” you say.

“Long version or the short version?”

“Long. I want to know the details.” you say getting comfortable.

“That gives us an excuse to treat you out after your recital.”

“Cliffhanger. 0/10.” you throw a thumbs down.

“That’s why you need to stay longer.” Kate says.

“Laurent.” you remind her.

“I doubt he will come back. He already has his own coven. It’s going to always come first. I just wish Irina would look at that. I’ll talk to her. Again.” Tanya says.

Kate subtly gives off the idea to Tanya that they’re on their way back.

“Wait.” you say.

They both instantly look at you. It was uncannily clear.

“Will…Will you tell me about what Eleazar thinks about projecting…Voices into other people’s heads?”

Tanya and Kate definitely knew something as their eyes light up.

“Looks like we’re staying out late.” Kate tells Tanya and they’re off.

You didn’t hear anything for some time as you lie back in your pillows. Suddenly, you hear the door open.

You immediately sit up. You don’t even process the fact that he’s suddenly connected to your mouth.

“It’s still not too late…. Can we practice?” you ask.

He nods and lights you to your feet.

“Just because it’s small..Doesn’t mean that you can be cocky.”

You go to start from the beginning but Edward stops you.

“There’s good people everywhere. Remember that.” he says and then gives you the encouragement to play again.

The look on his face when you were executing the songs, made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Let’s get some rest.” he says to you and you’re in his arms.

You both slowly tease each other’s lips with your own, as you both lie in bed together.

You’re almost laying on top of him and his hand is a bit under shirt, touching the skin of your back.

“I love you.”

You freeze.

You move away from him and flick on the lamp. He sits up and you turn to him.

“You do?” you whispered.

“Yes. I do…” he says with a breathy but small chuckle. The gaze in your eyes made you feel like you were the only jewel in the universe.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

“I love you too.” you say confidently.

You wondered if have always felt this way. You didn’t know it was possible to be with someone this intensely.

Slowly you both lean in, crushing in each other’s lips. You lay back, his never detach from yours as he halfway hovered over you. His smooth skin let your hands skate over his body and he hooked your leg over his hip, poking the back of your knee in the process. A light sigh comes out and he immediately but gently placed open mouth kisses on your neck.

He didn’t want to, but he pulled away as you were feeling the pressure of the effects of your pressed body onto him. He was starting to feel the full effects of temptation.

You breathe heavy as you look up at him. The faint sappy smile didn’t miss his eyes. You began to fall into peaceful slumber as he held you tight.

“Okay….I have to go….” you say to him as he continued to kiss you.

“Just have fun.” he says and you nod.

The Denali Coven sat in support. You owned the stage as you worked the piano to your advantage. It was definitely less pressure than the last competition you. You felt right in your backyard.

You smiled brightly the gold medal was snug in your hands.

Your cheeks hurt when Edward gave you flowers and a smooch that he wasn’t shy about.

As you both got the car alone, Edward asks if he can take you out to dinner.

“I promised Kate and Tanya that I would go with them.”

“Go with them where?”

“They just said they wanted to treat me. Even have some girl talk.”

“I’m picking you up in an hour…After tonight you will thank me. You also see for yourself.” he says.

You grin.

Irina came to distract her wandering mind. You still enjoyed her company as you all sat high on stools at the round table. They pretended to be drinking alcohol. Every guy looked their way but they gave you their attention.

The low lights in the public setting let them be comfortable.

“A succubus…What the heck is that?” you ask.

“According to the “people”, it’s a female demon who has sexual intercourse with men to drain their life force or energy. We’re the creators of the said myth.” Kate says.

“What happened?”

They had many lovers. Some that they had fun with, some that they have developed feelings for.

Their bloodlust would win everytime. Their strength would win everytime.

“It took a lot of practice..We were always lonely after the loss of one.” Tanya says.

“That’s why I’m strongly attracted to Laurent…To me, he’s the one.” Irina speaks.

“I put together that mammals have blood. It’s like a substitute. You have a…Soda..Then you have diet soda. Enough of it, I can get used to it and I don’t have to hurt anybody else when I just want to have fun.”

You nod.

“Whenever you and Edward do decide to become intimate, just tell him slow…Let him feel your body. Specifically his hands. His fingers. Your body will react positively to him because you both love each other. He also knows the human anatomy, knowing where things are. You shouldn’t have to worry like some poor girls do when they’re stuck with guys who don’t have a clue in the world.”

You nod again.

“How many times have you had fantasies about him doing that to you?” Kate teases. Tanya waves her off.

“Anyway, Y/N, you did wonderful today. You made your older cousin proud.” Tanya says.

You snigger, “Thanks.”

“You wanted to know about your gift.” Tanya then says.

“Yes. That. I don’t understand. He said voices. Is it my voice?”

“What it seems like he described is something like inundation. I could be wrong but it’s definitely something close along those lines. If you’re going to be making people go insane, it could be powerful.” Kate says.

“Interesting. Edward told me it could be used as defense.”

“Yeah…Or you know, you could get on his nerves for fun.” Tanya says.

“Alright, I’m going to ask the guy who keeps staring how pretty he thinks I am.” Kate says.

“Which one?” you and Irina ask.

She gives you both a humor look as Tanya follows her. Irina gets up and tells you, “Sorry..I have to make sure they’re not too reckless.”

You give her a small smile.

You turn on your stool and a guy who was trying to approach you, smiled at you.

“Hi.”

“H-hi.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Um..I’m too..Youn- I don’t drink.” you quickly say. “Do you enjoy company?” he asks with a smirk.

You open your mouth to say you have a boyfriend but Edward is already sitting next to you on a stool. You hug him with a smile.

“You came.”

“I told you I would.” he says. He then steals a glare at the man who’s walking away. You use your hand to turn his face back to you, you press a kiss to his lips that he had no problem returning.

You sit back in your stool and he gives you a flirty grin. He pulls your stool closer to him as your legs were crossed. Both knees are touching. He almost hit the spot that made you feel sappy.

“Bored yet?” he asks you.

You look over to the men who were dying to get the attention of the three sisters.

“Yeah.” you say with a chuckle. He smiles and lets you rise up as he holds your hand.

You both sat at in your designated room. The house was empty as you both kissed each other. This time, he hovered over you, with his knee between you.

Your hands glide under his shirt, he held you extra tight as he focused on kissing you.

You take his hand and make it go under yours. He retracts it like he touched a fire. You sat up as he was distant from you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask breathlessly.

He closed his eyes and grunts a little.

“Y/N…That almost made me…”

“Sorry.”

“No it’s not you…Its me…” he whispered as he looked at you.

“Stop blaming yourself.” you coo to him as he lets you get close him again. He closed his eyes to the touch of your lips on his face.

“Come on…Play me something.” you say to him in his ear and kissed him there like how he does for you.

His hand grabbed the nape of your neck and forcibly gives you one last passionate kiss before taking you to the piano.

He sat at the piano bench and gestured for you to sit next to him. You both stare at each other silently with excited eyes.

You see that his hands were clenched on his knees. You smother your hand. They immediately loosen. He watched closely as you move his hand and put it on your own thigh. He was still but his hand wasn’t. You didn’t have to continue to forcibly move his hand and once he graced his touch on your covered center, he stands.

He faced the window.

“It’s me.” you say in defeat to his back as you stand behind him.

“It’s not you, Y/N….Its hard…This is so hard…”

“You won’t hurt me.”

He turns back around and faces you. He takes your hands in his and pulls you close to him.

“Y/N…When we make love…I want us to do it when you’re my wife.”

”…Your wife..?” you whisper.

He caressed the feel of your hands that made your breath slightly shaky.

“I want to marry you…It’s what I want more than anything..”

You’re speechless.

“I do believe that we will continue to be happy together. I want us to.”

You nod.

“I like being by your side. I like having you by my side. I like us to be partners.”

“I like it too.” you say quietly.

“I love you so much.”

“Edward.” you say shyly to him. It was overwhelming. But, it was great. You felt that you were dreaming this moment.

His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as you peer up at him. He glided his hand to cup your face, each other’s gaze felt like a magnetic pull. Contentment.

“I love you too.”

You both hug. His face buried in your neck. It was bone crushing but you felt safe. It felt like a weighted blanket was hugging you tight.

He lifts his face some, his hands keeping you in place as he kissed you hard.

You felt each other’s feet walk backwards. Your back is on the wall. This time you both take your time with letting your mouths get to know each other.

You both sighed out as you both learned the outline of each other’s lips.

His hands are flat on the wall about you as you put your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss. You felt him hold back, you so badly wanted him to be free.

He rests his forehead against yours as he breath in your pants. Your soft pants hit his lips as both lips were so close, they could brush up against each other.

He backs away, pulling you with him and into his chest. He holds you as you heard the others come in from being out.

You greet everyone with Edward.

Kate and Tanya stood near the front door with Irina. She had a look of her mind made up.

“He will come back sister.” Kate says.

Irina shakes her head at this claim.

“I’m going to see if I can find him. I have to…I can’t stand around….” Irina then pauses as she has an idea, “I’m going to check Forks first.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Tanya asks.

“I’m just going to tell him to come home. There’s no need.”

The two other sisters nod once.

As soon as she left, Edward’s phone rings.

“It’s bad. It’s really bad. Why did you let Irina go by herself? I can’t see her future!”

Tanya hangs up with a worried look.

Tanya looks at Kate and they’re immediately following the same direction that Irina went.

“Will they be okay?” you ask Edward.

“She hasn’t been gone long…” he says but he himself is not sure.

“Do you want to stay?” he asks you as you two lie in bed. You were surprised. You whisper out a yes in the darkness. He held you tighter. You wondered when they were coming back.

Two days.

You cheekily smile at Edward as you two made conversation and the look on his face transformed yours into worry.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea or not, but you follow Edward with a run as he stared wide eyed at the sight.

“Irina!” you say in panic. Carmen and Eleazar were immediately at the sight.

Her clothes were covered in blood.

She sobbed. You wondered if she relapsed on her diet. But you knew the sisters to have amazing self control for them do something so impulsive.

Her sisters carried her away. For a strong vampire, she was weak emotionally.

“What happened?” you ask once Carmen and Eleazar is already to her aid.

“Let’s go somewhere.” he says quietly.

You hold his hand as he pressed your back to his chest. It was dark, the moonlight shined down on you in the huge landscape, was something that you sworn you could only dream of.

“Is she okay?” you ask in a whisper.

“I don’t know…I don’t think she will be for a while.” he says. You turn in his arms and hold his face.

He closed his eyes as he pressed your hands to his face.

“Laurent is dead.”

“W-….What? How?” you ask.

“…He did curve his diet. He was…drinking from…A human but….The wolves got him.” he reveals.

You look down in defeat.

You crept in the doorway. Irina’s face was dissociative. She was completely devastated.

”What’s wrong?” you say tearing up. Your parent continued to cry. You barely ever heard them cry. It made you extremely worried.

“Your friend died, Y/N.”

“Who? What?” you ask.

“Bella…She lost…She…She lost too much blood.” they choke out.

“What happened?” you ask with your voice quivering, “Just tell me… What happened?”

“She was attacked by some wild animal hanging in the woods….Charlie told her not to go by herself…He told her.. I was there with Harry Clearwater when she exclaimed about animals not being bears…So many animal attacks were happening…It could’ve been one of those stray animals.”

“Poor Charlie.” you say as a few tears drop.

“I wish you were here Y/N. I need to hug you right now….I would lose my mind if I lost you Y/N. You’re my child….That was his only child..That was his only baby.” they choke out.

You stayed on the phone as they cried.

You stand in front of Edward. You dodge a kiss as he leaned in. Something that you never have done before. You felt distressed. But, you felt it wasn’t fair to him. You felt bad so you immediately place a quick kiss on his face.

“What is it?”

“Just tell me Edward….Did you know that Bella died?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you. He knew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask in a heartbroken tone.

He stops you from pacing and he holds your upper arms, “I didn’t feel comfortable doing that. I’d rather you know from someone who’s close.”

“You’re close to me…”

Edward immediately embraced you and you didn’t know why you couldn’t cry as your face was pressed to his chest. You wanted to. You felt incredibly sad. You didn’t even know if you could handle her funeral. She was the daughter of the chief of police.

“Irina wants to see us.” Edward whispered after moments of embracing each other.

You nod and let his hand enclose in yours.

You’re propped up with him on the couch, as Irina stands in the middle of the spacious sitting area.

Kate and Tanya look at their sister in support. Carmen and Eleazar are patient.

“Y/N, you know about the wolves. Edward, I need you. I also need you to see if the other Cullens will join us.” Irina says seriously. She wasn’t as grieve stricken as you saw her last night. She instead looked determined.

Edward looked blankly at Irina, “We have a treaty with them. Carlisle will have a fit.”

“They killed the love of my life!” Irina says passionately.

“Laurent didn’t have a treaty with them. There was no reason for them to kill him. You said they know Y/N. It could’ve been a get back for a human to choose one of us.” Kate says quietly.

“I only know two of them.” you say.

“There were more than two.” she spat out in anger.

“I told you Y/N. They grow in packs.” Edward says in your ear.

“That quick?” you ask in surprise.

“Are you both with us or not. Y/N can lead us to them. They wouldn’t suspect her…Then we attack.”

“Have you talked this over with Carlisle? After all, you’re getting Y/N and Edward involved.” Eleazar speaks reasonably.

“I will make the call before anything happens.” Irina confirms.

“It’s better if you see him in person. He will only talk you out of it over the phone.” Tanya says.

Irina nods.

“Edward isn’t doing it.”

“Y/N isn’t doing it.”

You look at each other.

“And why not? If this was one of the two of you, there would be no questions asked.” Irina demanded.

“If Edward get hurt-”

“Edward is skilled in combat. I know. In fact we all know.” Irina says.

“It’s unnecessary for Y/N to get involved. The human, was a distant friend of hers.”

“I think she should. They see one vampire, they’re going to be ready to attack. Especially, after Laurent. They’re already an existing threat to us.” Tanya says.

“Talk to Carlisle.” Carmen reinforced.

As you both lie in bed, Edward asks, “Do you want to go back?”

“What do you want to do?” you ask.

“Whatever you want to do.” he answers.

“That’s not helping…I don’t know what I want to do….”

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek as he slowly blinked at you.

“I feel bad for her. I don’t want Carlisle to be disappointed in us.”

“It’s up to him in the end.” he says quietly.

Carlisle ended up coming there in the morning. With Esme.

Esme and Carlisle still showed you a warm welcome. Though, they stood side by side as they faced Irina and her coven.

“No. Y/N and Edward are to not get involved.”

“We need them!” Irina hissed out in frustration.

“We come in peace. You know that-”

“You have been our allies before. Why the sudden change now?” Irina asks.

Carlisle sighs a patient sigh, “They were other vampires. This is different. We’re bound to a treaty that we made with them. If we break it, to seek revenge, then it will disregard everything that we have morally built for.”

“If it were Edward…If it were Y/N….You would attack back.” Tanya says slowly in support of her sister.

“I’m sorry…I just won’t allow it. If you do decide to…Take action…I can only wish you the best.” Carlisle says and Esme gives an apologetic nod.

As things settled down since the decision was made, you sat alone in your room.

Esme asks if she could come in. You pat a spot next to you.

“Are you okay? I know that she was friend of yours.”

“I don’t know to be honest….I just saw her not too long ago…Why would she be in the woods after her dad told her not to?” you wondered.

Esme shows a look of sympathy.

“Are you coming back? For the funeral?”

“I don’t think I can handle that…I’d rather remember her alive.” you mused. She rubbed your back.

“That’s okay…Don’t force yourself.”

You nod.

“How is everyone?” you ask quietly.

“They’re okay. Some of us are split up. Rose and Emmett are on their own vacation.” she says.

You give her a small smile.

Edward held you tighter than never before that night. His nose stayed to the nape of your neck as you slept.

You woke up the next morning with him gone.

You rise and you hear his voice going back and forth with Irina. You try to hear as you were in the bathroom but the word Volturi kept getting thrown around.

“Don’t get them involved.”

“I will. I’m in good standing with Aro. Hell, we all are.” Irina counters back.

“Stay out of it son. It’s her decision.” Carlisle calmly says and they all look to you as you enter. Edward immediately is at your side.

“We’re leaving.” Edward says and tugs your hand before you could process the responses in the room.

You watch as he packed everything in a flash.

“I’m not letting us stay here if she’s going to the Volturi.”

“We can’t go to Forks…That’s close to La Push..” you say to him.

“I know..I know. We’re going where Alice and Jasper are.”

You nod.

Sad hugs were thrown your way. As you hugged Irina, you expressed, “If you don’t make it out alive, I will kill you.”

You got to see her genuinely crack a smile for the first time you have been there, it was beautiful.

“Keep in touch.” You also heard from the coven.

You sat with Alice as she was frozen. Jasper held her hand as he stayed concentrated on her. You held her other hand. You thought she was going to break it from how hard she squeezed.

Edward was focused as well. His eyes shifting as Alice was in an almost trance like state.

You wondered what she saw. Jasper wondered just as much as you did.

“It’s so…Chaotic.” she says after some time of silence.

“Are they…Okay?”

“Yes but…The Volturi…They…It was so…Sinister.” she whispered, “They’re going to come here after. They’re going to find out Y/N is human, Edward.”

“I’m not changing her.” he says stubbornly.

Alice looked up at him and he glared back.

“Come on, darling.” Jasper says and Alice is leaving out of the room with him as he consoled her.

“It all goes back to me.” you say quietly.

Edward kneeled and meets your eyesight, “Don’t say that.” he whispered.

“I don’t want to let you go.” you whispered to him and he placed a kiss on your mouth repeatedly. He then lays his forehead on yours as he holds your face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere.” he vowed.

You both stay in a close embrace. You knew it was for a very long time. You wondered how your life would change after this moment. You wondered if you should go home for the funeral, but you wondered if that would cause more problems since you knew that the Volturi coven were going to agree to go to war for Irina. You would have to be around the sad sniffles when you were used to the happy times. You wondered if Charlie was taking it harder than you imagined. All you could was wonder in that moment.

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The first time (prelude)

tasm!Peter x virgin!gf reader

Fluff, angst, anxiety about sex, some spice

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Thank you to everyone who voted! 🩷🩷 Real talk, this is my longest fic to date and I am nervous. 😅😅😅

You and Peter had been dating for a while now. He was your first real boyfriend, and you’d said the “I love yous,” but you didn’t know what was supposed to come next… how all that was supposed to work. Okay, meaning sex. Should the two of you have had sex by now? Probably? 

You also probably should have had sex in life by now, but you hadn’t, and that was hard to forget… especially while you were curled up on the couch making out with Peter—feeling his lips on yours, his tongue, his hands in your hair. You tried to stay with those sensations—and the desire they sparked—but your mind kept pulling you away, screaming that you were probably doing something wrong. Did you kiss like a virgin? Could he tell? You knew he was more experienced, but you two hadn’t really talked about it much. Somehow, sex was both hanging over and detached from your relationship.

As Peter’s hand grazed the small of your back, just barely under the hem of your shirt, you wondered what that meant. Was the expectation that you would take your shirt off? Was that what other girls did in this situation? In movies, they were falling back onto the bed, the floor, any solid surface, ready to have their clothes torn off, ready for anything. 

Were you ready for… anything?

“Hey,” Peter said softly, dropping a hand onto your knee. You jumped. He smiled sadly. “Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you weren’t all there. Are you okay?”

You aggressively shook your head, as if that would make all the confusing thoughts fly out. He slid back further so he could really look at you.

“I’m fine, I just wish I were fucking normal,” you sighed. 

Peter chuckled. “Yeah, join the club.”

You knew he meant well, and you still bristled with annoyance. Okay, sure, he was Spider-Man, he was never going to be truly normal, blah blah. But in the realm of dating, it felt like there was this chasm between you because he had had sex before and you hadn’t. 

You jumped up and went into the kitchen. You didn’t want to talk about any of this. You didn’t want to sound irrational and stupid.

But you had expected Peter to follow you, and he hadn’t. So now you were just… alone in the kitchen. You pretended you needed water and filled a glass. You hadn't planned on telling your first. You figured you’d just have sex one day, and it would be like a hook-up, no big deal. But now that sex was grazing the edges of an actual, loving relationship, lies of omission didn’t feel right anymore.

You turned around, leaned against the counter, and looked at Peter in the living room. He was watching you from the couch, but he still didn’t come in. 

“Are you giving me space so I talk about the thing on my own?”

“Only if it’s working. If it’s not, then I’m definitely not doing that.”

You smiled in spite of yourself. 

“Can we meet in the middle—literally?” He gestured to the hallway between the two rooms. Despite your heavy sigh of annoyance, you were actually relieved. At least one of you wanted to deal with you right now.

You both sat down on the hardwood floor facing each other like little kids about to play one of those hand-clapping games in the schoolyard.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

You sighed. “Do I have to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay, great,” you said, and started to get up. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Peter grabbed your wrist. “You don’t have to talk about it, but I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“You can’t help,” you said softly. “Even if you knew what’s going on.”

“Can I decide for myself?”

You gave an “it’s your funeral” type of laugh. “Peter, we’re not the same. We're never gonna be the same.” He stared at you. “You looking at me like I’m crazy is definitely not helping!”

“I’m sorry, I just don't know what you're talking about.” You flinched at the annoyance in his voice.  “Of course we’re never going to be the same, no two people are the same. Why is that a problem? Especially now. Like, this is what you’re thinking about when we’re kissing?” Now he sounded hurt too, and you were starting to well up with tears, so you had to keep your back toward him. “I struggle to form any coherent thoughts when I’m kissing you, but okay. All I want is to feel you and to make you feel good, but okay.”

You could feel a few rogue tears slip down your cheeks. “I knew we shouldn’t talk about it.”

“No, we have to talk about it. If you're not into... this, I have to know. We have to stop.”

That only made you cry harder. “It’s not that, and it's not you.”

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed.

You spun around, tears streaming down your face. “Peter, it’s not you, I promise.” You had to look him in the eye when you said that. He looked hurt more than anything, though his expression softened when he saw you crying. “It’s… sex. More specifically, when we go to have sex and you find out I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He jumped up, but you stepped back away from him, your face on fire with embarrassment. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered. Because you were looking down, you saw that he was pulling his sweatshirt sleeves over his hands. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you kept saying. You hated that you had hurt him, you hated yourself for being like this… there was a lot of self-loathing to go around.

“Let’s just take a breath here.” He gave you his empathetic smile—lips pressed together but eyes concerned—and he used his sleeves to dry your tears.

“Peter, I don’t want to disappoint you. What am I supposed to be doing? Am I supposed to be waiting around for you naked one night and it just happens? Is that how this works? I don’t know, like…?”

“Hey.” Peter held your hands in his. “I don’t know either. You act like I’ve done this a million times and it’s as ‘whatever’ as, I don’t know, buying chocolate milk. It’s not. It’s us.” He shook your hands in his, and you were grateful for the warmth spreading from his palms to yours. “It’s whatever we want it to be. So while I’m certainly not going to object to you waiting around for me naked, I only want that if you want that.” He bumped you lightly with his forehead. 

You were staring down at your intertwined fingers when he asked, gently, “What do you want?”

You glanced up and found him staring at you so sweetly with his big brown eyes. “I want you to be my first,” you whispered. “I want to have that experience with you. But I know that means it probably won’t be very good for you or whatever….”

“Can I be honest with you?”

You braced for impact. “Okay….”

“If I’m honest… the thought of doing it with you is just, like, wow.”

You stared at him. “Are you blushing?”

“Yeah, well, if I think about it too much, I start to get… excited, and we’re trying to have a serious conversation here!”

Your stomach flipped, and your voice was a tiny squeak. “You get excited? Thinking about having sex with me?” Because your anxiety had so overwhelmed the topic of sex, it had left no possibility for Peter to actually want you like that.

He was looking at you like you were nuts. “Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend, and I love you. Not to mention, you’re fucking gorgeous. Like, to get to see and feel all of you… When that happens… I just… I don’t even know what to say.”

You could feel yourself blushing now. You touched his cheek.

“And to be even more honest…” he drew in a shaky breath. “When I had sex in college, I was convinced that I would never be in love again. That’s why just ‘getting it over with’ felt like the best option at the time. I mean, maybe that will ultimately work in our favor and I won’t be complete shit at it for you.” He smiled nervously. “I just never thought someone would know me and love me the way Gwen did. And then you came along. If I had known to just wait a few more years for you, ahh.” He punched the air in frustration.

You nestled into his arms, wishing you could hug away college Peter’s belief that he would never be loved again—especially considering all the love your heart held for him. He kissed the top of your head. 

“First of all, I love you. Secondly, you know…” you mused, “it’s not like I’ve been saving myself or anything, not on purpose. But if it works out that my first time is with someone I really, truly love, then I guess I’m pretty lucky. And I’m sorry that you won’t have that same experience.”

He was quiet for a minute, then said, “Well, maybe I will. Kind of. Because it’s not gonna be just sex for us. It’s gonna be my first real time. It’s going to be the first time it means something.”

You smiled and snuggled more deeply into his arms. As much as you hated having to be so vulnerable (and that was just with words at this point! oh lord), it felt like you both had just freed each other somehow.

“We’ll get there when the time is right,” he said softly. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Part 2 to follow! 🩷🩷

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Chapter 3: The Shadow to my Flame

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Relief filled Ashe’s body as she let her friend in through the door before she closed it.

“You scared me for a second there,” she told him.

Eris had already sat down on her bed, head leaning against the wall and eyes closed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he answered. “It’s just been a rough day.”

Ashe sat down on the other side of the bed with her legs crossed. They just sat in silence for a little while. Eris never wanted her to ask and pry about his feelings. He would talk when he was ready, and that wasn’t yet.

Eris had saved her from one soldier once. The soldier had refused to let her go, even though she said no. He wanted her, and that wasn’t anything new. She would usually just let them have their way, but that day she had just started her cycle. While most males found that disgusting, that male didn’t care. It was almost like it made him want her more. Eris had randomly walked by and punched the male in the face. Eris had then helped Ashe into a warm bath.

Eris would since come to her room about once a week. Not to have sex as most the of soldiers thought, but to speak freely. Both of them.

It was terrifying at first, but eventually Ashe started to look forward to it. Their conversations were casual and safe.

“I got them out,” Eris started to speak. “The mother and her children. I helped them over the border to Summer.”

“That’s amazing, Eris.”

Eris abruptly stood up.

“They shouldn’t need to leave, Ashe! They should be able to live here as normal.”

She knew he wasn’t angry at her, but she also knew that he couldn’t show his true feelings to anyone that wasn’t her. So, she let him speak.

She listened to him as he poured his heart out. He was pacing in her small room, and every time he got close to the closet, Ashe got scared he would somehow know about the money and letter inside. Each time he turned to pace back the other direction, she felt like she could breathe again.

“I’m sorry.”

After each and every rant, Eris would end by saying sorry. Ashe had stopped telling him that it was alright, he didn’t listen to her anyway.

“How’s work?”

It was now Ashe’s turn. And she was so ready to speak about everything. But at the same time, she really wanted to read what was in the letter from Shadow.

“Honestly, I’m just tired. The amount of work is so much more than before and it’s exhausting.”

Eris’ eyes softened a little as she spoke. It was usual for him to react that way when she spoke. He never wore pity in his eyes. Only guilt.

“Do they pay you more?”

“Yeah, but still not a lot. It’s okay though. I don’t need more money.”

She thought about the money from Shadow. It must have been at least the same amount she would get for two months of work. It was crazy. It must have been a mistake. That was the only reason Ashe could think of.

Eris nodded gravely at her words.

“Chess?”

They spent the rest of the evening playing chess and card-games. Eris had eventually retreated to his own room and Ashe could finally read the letter. She ran and pulled it out the second Eris had left her room.

Thank you so much, Flame. I can assure you we are currently working on figuring out the most effective ways to help.

My High Lord has decided to join the ball Beron is hosting. Will you be there? If yes, you need to make sure you have a safe place to go to if something rather unfortunate happens. (We are not planning anything, but we don’t trust anyone.)

I have sent some money for you as payment for your help. I hope you will continue to share information with me.

Stay safe,

Shadow

And then it suddenly dawned on Ashe that she somehow had become a paid spy for the Night Court.

Ashe slept surprisingly well that night and when she woke up, she felt relaxed and well-rested.

That was until Maria came knocking on her door saying that the High Lord was calling them in for inspection.

Absolute terror filled her body.

Her hair. She hadn’t dyed her hair. She let Maria stand in the open door as she ran to her mirror. Her roots were definitely red. Her dark brown hair didn’t hide it one bit.

“Oh, dear,” Maria said with pity in her voice. “Well, there’s no time to fix it now. Come here.”

Ashe’s shoulders slumped as she walked to Maria. Maria lifted a kitchen towel she had at her waist and tied it around Ashe’s hair.

“Maybe he is less observant than usual,” she said to make Ashe’s anxiety less. It didn’t help.

They walked together with multiple other servants and went to the throne room.

The High Lord was seated at his throne, his wife sat beside him. The room started to fill up with all servants, gardeners and cooks. They stood in four long rows and waited for the High Lord to make his round. Ashe and Maria stood in the middle of the second row.

The High Lord stood from his throne, and it felt like everybody stopped breathing.

He walked slowly, almost too slowly. He stopped before each and every person. He gave some critic, but most of them he just walked past. Ashe saw him pass multiple others with similar scarfs or towels around their heads. He asked none of them to remove it. It made her calm down a little.

He started on the second row. Ashe immediately felt her back straightened. She needed to look proud. He had to see that she was proud of working for him. But at the same time, she couldn’t be too proud. She was a servant after all.

The High Lord stopped before her. She kept her back straight, but her gaze was on the ground. She gave him a small curtsy, just like everyone else had. She felt his gaze burning into her.

“Remove your headscarf.”

His intimidating voice gave her chills, but it was his command that terrified her. He would see it. He most definitely would.

She almost hesitated, but she knew it would only make it worse. She wanted to argue. To scream at him. Why did she have to remove her scarf? None of the others had to.

Luckily, she wasn’t brave enough.

Ashe lifted her hand and removed the towel from her hair.

It only took the High Lord a second before his new command came.

“Show me your arms.”

Her heart sunk. Why? Why did she have to be the first to mess up.

It didn’t matter. She did what he told her to do. She rolled up the sleaves of her dress and showed him both of her forearms. They were already covered in scars and burn marks. Some of the burn marks were from herself, but most of them were punishments.

He didn’t hesitate as he released his power and burned both her arms. The pain spread through her body. Her vision blackened for a few seconds, but for some unknown reason she managed to stand on her feet. Tears build in her eyes, but she didn’t scream. She did not scream.

“You have until tomorrow to dye your hair.”

“Yes, my lord.”

He finally moved to Maria.

Ashe had to stay in the throne room for another hour. Only two more people were punished, and both were new. Unlike Ashe, who had not only grown up as a servant, but also work there for over 150 years. She was so humiliated.

Maria shoved her back to her room. In silence, she put cooling cream over Ashe’s forearms and carefully dyed her hair. She gave Ashe a small squeeze when she finished.

“You can take the Lady this evening. Relax until then.”

Ashe couldn’t to anything but thank her.

That evening it was only planned a small dinner. Meaning, the Lady of Autumn needed minimal help. Ashe had combed through her hair and was using her powers to heat up the small iron-stick as the Lady started to speak.

“You’re brave.”

Ashe almost stopped her task in confusion. Did wasn’t unusual for the Lady to come with such compliments, but it felt unnatural.

“Thank you, my lady,” Ashe answered.

She then picked up one section of her hair and wrapped it around the hot iron-stick. She counted to three and let loose the curl. She continued to the next part of hair. Her forearms were still filled with burn marks that were hurting her, but the quicker she finished the Lady’s hair, the quicker she could go back hiding in her room.

“How old are you now Ashe?”

“160 years, my lady.”

The Lady nodded. She seemed in deep thoughts that evening. Ashe felt herself hope that the High Lord hadn’t done anything bad. But at the same time, she knew it was unlikely that he hadn’t.

“Have you thought about marriage? Or been in love?”

The question caught Ashe off guard. It wasn’t often the Lady would ask such personal questions. It happened once in a while.

“No, my lady. I’m afraid been a servant takes up most of my time.”

The Lady nodded once more.

“I really hope you do find love, Ashe.”

Ashe found herself agreeing before she could even think twice.

Love.

They spent the rest of the time in silence. It was first after Ashe had given her curtsey and was on her way out before the Lady spoke once more.

Ashe was so ready to go to bed, so being stopped was kind of annoying. However, she didn’t let her true emotions show.

“Yes, my Lady?”

The Lady had moved over to one of the draws in her room. She opened it and pulled out a small box.

“I want you to take this. It makes the wounds scar less.”

Ashe couldn’t do anything but take the box. As she walked out of the Lady’s cambers, she felt both embarrassed that the Lady had seen her being in such pain, but also happy that she got some help.

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Things that I think happened in Camp Half-Blood in response to Epic the Musical

(In no particular order)

(We do be fudging the timeline my friends)

After the release of Warrior of the Mind AT LEAST 6 Apollo kids tried to seduce Athena kids using Odysseus's 'you are Athena' verse. At least one succeeded

The Aphrodite kids have all memorized Suffering and Scylla and sing them constantly. Only they think this is funny.

Poor Percy has lost his voice more than once desperately trying to defend Calypso

Hermes kids have not known peace. They've all had to lean into the memes for their own sanity

The entirety of Athena cabin cried together after the release of the Wisdom Saga.

Annabeth slept in Percy's cabin the same day and no one called her out on it.

(Similar results after My Goodbye)

It becomes something of a tradition for kids (especially Ares kids) to dare each other to sing Thunder Bringer on the porch of Zues' Cabin

Dionysus is not bitter over not being in God Games. No he is not he's sure that stupid mortal would have completely misrepresented him anyway.

The entirety of the Aphrodite cabin did not leave for three days after the release of Ithaca Saga and still can't look at a bow without tearing up (me too bestie)

Thar's just a few ideas! Feel free to add more in the tags and yes this is me recommending Epic to anyone who hasn't listened to it yet.

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this probably isn't gonna make much sense bc I'm kinda sleepy but I just. I love them so fucking much. we just called for like an hour an a half and for those moments everything else disappeared. all the stress, all the worries, it all seems so much lighter just because I know I have them in my life and we can talk about anything. that feeling of complete ease and comfort when we're together, even if it's over a patchy phone signal, there's nothing else in the world that could replace it. the feeling of being seen and heard and understood entirely, the knowledge that we have each other and we're going to be okay. I know we're still young, but I hope we have this for the rest of our lives. I think as long as I have them, everything else will be alright. I love them and I love loving them, it's the best feeling in the world <3