#it's more in the form of when you're sitting outside on a roof at night

[diluc33rpm]

1/2 Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious?

if magic isn't real how do you explain his holy presence

[keerysfreckles]

Hey! Dan I request a Luke castellan x reader where reader is the daughter of hades and Luke has a crush on her? Though, reader has major trust issues, and often feels like she doesn’t belong on camp because people are either scared of her, or don’t like her (and soemthing shows that to her) because of how her father is viewed (negatively), so she’s pretty much alone. Especially since she has no siblings at camp, so it’s just lonely and cold in her cabin.

burn — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x hades fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, angst at the end

a/n: rereading tlt and im giggling so hard BABY PERCABETH UGH

masterlist !

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y/n l/n always felt like she didn't belong at camp half-blood. ever since she stepped foot into the idiotic summer camp, all eyes were on her. the campers, and even herself, could feel a negative aura around her. no one knew why.

until she got claimed by her father, hades.

y/n felt like a bigger outcast than before when a large black glowing scepter appeared above her head after fighting off a hellhound that got into the camp. as soon as she looked up and saw the message from her father, campers around her instantly backed up. the older ones had looks of disgust on their faces, while the younger ones seemed more scared of the girl.

the only camper who didn't view y/n differently was luke castellan. he believed the half-bloods were nothing like their godly parent, so why would his mind change for y/n?

cabin thirteen was off to the side of the rest. it made y/n feel like even more of an outcast, again. the walls, columns and roof were all black wood. they were fading and each corner had cobwebs. maybe y/n would finally feel at home once she stepped inside.

she was wrong.

the inside looked even sadder than the outside. there were six bunk beds, three on each side. y/n didn't know why. she knew she wouldn't be getting any siblings any time soon. the lighting in the cabin was grey, the dusted windows were barely letting in sunlight.

that night at dinner, y/n felt even worse. she sat at table thirteen, getting even more stares than normal. the only person who looked at her like a real human, was luke. his eyes were soft, while the other camper's eyes were still filled with fear.

luke stands from his table. all eyes drift towards him as he walks towards y/n's empty table. even her eyes follow him with worry.

"you know if you sit here it's practically suicide," y/n watches as luke sits across from her.

luke shrugs, "i know you're not as bad as everyone thinks you are."

luke saw the faintest smile appear over y/n's features.

"you know everyone's going to start some dumb rumor about you now, right? all because you're sitting by me," y/n messes with her half eaten mac and cheese on her plate.

"so i'll let them talk. they don't know the truth about you. they can start whatever rumors they want, but i'll know the real you," luke smiles.

"you're brave castellan, for thinking there might be a friendship here," y/n chuckles, gesturing between the two.

a small horn echoes through the outdoor mess hall. all the campers walk by the fire with their plates with their offering to the gods. no one dared to stand next to y/n at the fire, besides luke. the two kept brushing shoulders and if you squinted you'd see a blush forming on both camper's cheeks.

for once, y/n felt normal. she only felt normal when she was around luke. he stayed by her during archery lessons, and talked to her while they waites for their turn on the climbing wall.

the feeling didn't last long. y/n was walking back from the girl's shower room. it was late and she figured no one would be out of their cabins. she had her pajamas on, and her clothes from today and towel were in her hands. she was so close to getting back to her cabin, when her things fell out of her hands, right into the mud.

just as y/n thought her night couldn't get any worse, she heard clarisse and her goons laughing behind her. she turned and her suspicions were correct. clarisse was holding a bow and arrow. that had to be what knocked y/n's belongings onto the floor.

"clarisse can you please just leave me alone? i've had a long week," y/n pleads.

before clarisse can get a word out, luke's voice makes the camper's head turn.

"she asked you to leave, so leave before this gets ugly."

"oh no," clarisse taunts, "the daughter of hades can't even fight her own battles. pathetic."

"leave," luke's voice is stern as he's now standing in front of y/n.

clarisse finally does as she's told, with the ares' sisters following behind her.

luke guides y/n back to her cabin in silence. his hand never leaves her lower back, and y/n could've sworn she felt jolts of electricity flood her veins at his touch.

"are you okay?" luke asks y/n. she sits on her bed, rubbing her face.

"i don't know," y/n's honest.

"is there anything i can do to help?"

"i don't know luke!" y/n exclaims, "i don't know how you could possibly help me!" y/n stands and walks closer to luke, her voice raising with every word. "i've felt like a loner ever since i got here, and having hades and my freaking father doesn't help. i'm stuck in this stupid cabin, all alone with no one to talk to. no other campers besides you talk to me. chiron and mr. d both look at me like i had something to do with being hades' daughter."

y/n takes in a deep breath, "i'm just so sick of this."

she hides her face in her hands as she begins to cry. with no words luke steps forward and brings the poor girl into his arms. he rubs his hands up and down her back while resting his chin on the top of her head. she can't remember the last time she was held.

"i know it sucks for now, but i promise y/n, things will get better," luke's voice is calm compared to the girl's outburst she had moments ago.

"i promise," he whispers once more.

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt.6)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: The angst after sex is wild

Warnings: Language, smut, violence, knives, blood, drugs (cocaine)

Word Count: 4.8k+

You felt the heat of the morning sun on your face. Looking out the window you could see the sun begin to rise. You stirred slightly in Rafe's arms as you sat up to look around the room.

Rafe was still asleep, his arm draped over your torso. You could feel a pain between your legs as you remembered the events of last night. A plethora of emotions ran through you. You had sex with him. Like what?

You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. You left your dress on the floor, slowly sliding open Rafe's dresser and grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. You pulled them on quickly and tied your hair back. You had obviously gone to sleep with wet hair because the beach waves were prominent.

You went for his door but stopped yourself. "Shit," You whispered, realizing his whole family was probably home. You were not taking the walk of shame through the Cameron's house.

You bit your lip as you looked at his window. Rafe stirred in bed and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying he wouldn't wake up.

He didn't.

You made your way to the window and opened it. Glancing back at your sleeping boyfriend one more time before you climbed out the window and onto the roof.

There was a tree sitting perfectly outside his window for you to climb down. And this wasn't your first rodeo. You and Courtney became pros at sneaking out back in LA.

You slowly lowered yourself, branch by branch until your bare feet touched the grass below.

You took a deep breath and looked around, making sure no one was watching you.

When you were positive you were safe you took off running down the street towards Courtney's house.

"Court!" You yelled as you pounded on her door.

Her mom answered the door. "Y/N? Are you okay? It's 8am."

"Oh, hey Helena," You greeted. "I'm fine, I just need to see Court."

Helena was in her robe, coffee mug in hand. "She's in her room," she said as she waved you in. She was obviously hungover from Midsummers.

You ran up to Courtney's room and busted inside, slamming the door behind you.

"Courtney!" You hissed as you jumped on her sleeping form. "Courtney, get up!"

"What the fuck?" She hissed, trying to push you off her.

"Courtney, I need you!"

"Okay, chill!" She said as she rubbed her eyes and sat up slightly. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"Me and Rafe had sex!"

"Oh my God!" She was up now. "How was it?!"

"I don't know, like, totally amazing," You said as you sat back on your knees.

Courtney looked over at her clock. "Wait, why are you here? Did you not stay at his house?"

You bit your lip and let your head fall to your hands. "I snuck out his window this morning."

"Y/N, why?!"

"I don't know!" You said as you stood up and ran your fingers through your hair. "I got scared."

"Y/N, he's your boyfriend."

"I'm aware, bitch. I just need a fucking minute!"

"Okay, well, like, did he make you cum?" Courtney asks.

You bite your lip and smile. "Multiple times," You sit down beside her. "Court, his dick is huge, and his tongue, oh my god." You fall back on her bed.

"Does your pussy hurt?!" Courtney asks excitedly, laying down beside you.

"I'm sore as fuck," You laugh. "I was bleeding after and he held me in the shower and washed me off and, Court, it was so fucking amazing."

"I'm so happy for you, Sunflower!" She said as she pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You felt your phone buzz underneath you.

"Is it Rafe?" Courtney asked, wide-eyed.

You pull your phone up. "Yeeeup,"

"What did he say?"

"He says 'Where are you? Are you okay?'"

"Tell him you're okay!" Courtney urges.

"Oh shit, he's calling me." You answer.

Y/N: Hey babe!

Rafe: Where'd you go, baby girl?

Y: Uhm, I'm at Courtney's.

Courtney: I got my period! I needed ice cream!

You were grateful for Courtney's cover.

R: Oh, well can I see you later?

Y: Yeah, yeah of course babe. We could meet at the club around noon?

R: Can't wait. Love you!

Y: Love you too!

"Oh my God." You sigh. "I'm a shitty girlfriend."

"Hey, no you're not," Courtney says as she takes your face between her hands. "You just lost your virginity. You're overwhelmed. It's completely normal."

You smile sadly at her. She presses her lips to your forehead. "Come on, let's get pretty," She says, dragging you off the bed and to her vanity. You smile as you sit in front of the mirror and get to work.

You spread sparkling purple shadow over your eyelids, lining a cat eye into your hood for effect. You pressed rhinestones all around your eyes and applied way too much blush to your cheeks.

Courtney stood behind you, straightening your hair as you finished your make up.

"Did it feel like love?" Courtney asks. "Like the sex? I've never loved anyone.."

You smile. "Yeah, it did."

Courtney smiles at you in the mirror. "You're so beautiful," She says as she runs her fingers through your perfectly straightened mane. "I'm so glad Rafe treats you well. I'd hate to have to slit his throat."

You laugh as you lean back against her. Keeping your eyes locked with hers in the mirror. "Do you ever want to fall inlove?" You ask.

Courtney shrugs. "Maybe. I just feel like I'm not ready to commit." She admits. "But watching you fall in love," She says as leans down and adjusts your hair over your shoulders. "Is all I could ever want." She kisses your cheek and walks in to her bathroom to fix her hair.

You fiddle with the 'R' that clings to your neck as you pick through Courtney's closet, already in your favorite blue bikini, you settle on a simple white dress. It hugs your breasts just right and comes down just past your ass, if you bend over you're sure to give people a show. You slip into a pair of Michael Kors flip flops and go to sit on Courtney's bed.

"You ready?" She asks. "Kelce and Top are already shitfaced."

"Did they even go home?" You chuckle.

"Probably not,"

You and Courtney run downstairs. "Headed to lunch, mom!" Courtney yells.

"Oh you girls look cute," Helena says as she gets up from the couch. "Meeting boys?"

"Y/N's dating Rafe Cameron," Courtney gushes.

"Oooh! He's a peach!" Helena says.

You blush. "Yes, yes he is. Love you, Hell!" You say as you pull Courtney out the front door.

"Wear condoms!" Helena shouts after the two of you.

You bite your lip as you stumble to Courtney's Mercedes. You and Rafe had not used a condom last night.

You climbed into the passenger seat. "Here, play something." Courtney said, throwing you the aux cord as she backed out out of the driveway.

"This song makes me feel alive," Courtney says as she lights a cigarette.

You giggle, taking a drag off the Newport when she hands it to you.

"I miss coke," You admit.

Courtney looks over to you. "Yeah? What about pills?"

You shrug. "Don't really care about pills. I just wanna be up."

"I have coke," Courtney says.

You turn to look at her. "Share bitch,"

"Y/N, I don't wa-"

"It's not opiates, Court. Come on, I really need a confidence boost. I'm actually nervous to see Rafe."

Courtney sighs as she pulls into the club. "Fine."

You clap your hands together. Courtney grabs the coke from her center console and pours out a pile, using her credit card to split it into four even lines. She rolls up two bills and hands one to you.

"Cheers bitch!" You say as you both lean down and inhale the lines. "Oh my fucking God," You say. "I fucking love cocaine."

You both hop out of the car and skip towards the club.

"Y/N!" You hear Rafe call after you. You and Courtney stop mid skip and turn to face him.

You swallow, trying to present yourself as normal. "Hey, babe!" You say, running and jumping into his arms.

Courtney stands awkwardly behind you. Failing at looking sober as she fidgeted.

Rafe notices and pulls back from you, taking your chin between his fingers as he forces you to look into his eyes.

"Are you high?" He asks, noticing your pupils are fucking popped.

"Shiiiit," Courtney says as she tries to sneak off.

"Did you get her high, Court?" Rafe asks as he places you on the ground.

Courtney backs away, hands up in defense. "She-"

"Yeah, I got high, Rafe." You interrupt. "I didn't do any fucking pills. Just a lil blow."

"Why?" He asks. His voice was broken. The fact that you had done drugs broke him.

"I-I don't know." You confess.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks. Tears filling his eyes.

"There they are!" Topper and Kelce approach the three of you. "Let's fucking eat!" Topper says, pushing you all into the club.

You sat between Courtney and Rafe awkwardly. Kelce and Topper order Mai Tai's for the table.

"You guys okay?" Topper asks as he notices the three of you looking down.

Rafe had his arm resting on the back of your chair, covering his mouth with his hand as he looked off in the distance.

You grasped Courtney's hand under the table as you felt a panic attack rise. You were enjoying your high until Rafe fucking ruined it.

"Awh, how cute." You heard a familiar voice say. "Wining and dining the junkies?" Maria said.

"Rafe, does your little junkie girlfriend make you cum like I did?" Jessica teases as she leans over the table.

"Oh, ya'll are dumb." Kelce says before you and Courtney stand up. You grab a steak knife off the table and lace your fingers through Jessica's hair. Courtney twists Maria's arm behind her back and pushes her towards the door.

All eyes were on you know as you pushed these sluts out of the club.

Rafe, Kelce, and Topper ran out after you.

You slammed your foot into the back of Jessica's knees. Causing her to cry out in pain and fall to the ground as you held the knife to her throat.

"I'm fucking sick of the two of you!" You scream.

Courtney throws Maria into the dirt and steps on her back so she can't move. "Stay down, bitch!"

You had the knife pressed so close to Jessica's throat blood was starting to trickle down her neck as she cried.

"If you two speak to us ever again, I will fucking kill you." You whisper in her ear.

"Hear that, bitch?" Courtney asks Maria, pressing the heel of her foot deeper into Maria's shoulder blades.

"Y/N!" Rafe yells, yanking you off of Jessica. You pry yourself out of his arms.

"You were with this cunt?" You ask, pointing your knife towards Jessica.

"Y/N, I don't-"

Before he could finish, the cops were pulling up to the club.

"Shit," Topper said. "Run!"

You and Courtney fucking booked it out of there. Taking off down the beach. You glanced at Courtney. She nodded her head, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

The two of you grew up swimming. You dived into the waves and swam your way out to sea.

"The cave!" Courtney yelled. You dived under the water and followed her to the secret spot the two of you shared. Courtney had showed you the mini cave when you first moved here. You promised each other you'd never tell anyone about it.

Once you both entered the cave you pulled yourself up on to the small shore that sat inside.

"We'll have to get out of here before the tide comes in," Courtney states.

"Did we just fuck up our lives?" You ask as you held your knees to your chest.

"No," She shakes her head. "We need a break from the boys. And those bitches can fucking die."

"Rafe hooked up with Jessica." You stated sadly.

"He doesn't care about that bitch," Courtney said. "She blew him for coke."

"Rafe's just been around and I'm so...inexperienced." You say.

"What does it matter? He loves you."

"Courtney," You start. "Love gets you hurt. I don't want that."

Courtney turns to look at you. "I'm here for whatever you choose. But I think you should stay with Rafe."

"Why?"

"You're pushing him away cuz you're scared. I've been on this island for four years. Rafe Cameron has never cared about anyone but himself until he met you."

You bite your lip and hug your knees to your chest, watching the salt water wash against your toes.

__________

"What happened here?" Shoupe asks.

Rafe, Kelce, and Topper back up, hands in the air.

"We were just checking on them. We heard a commotion and came out." Kelce explains.

"So you didn't see who did this to them?" Shoupe asks as the officers look over Jessica's wounds.

"It was Y/N and Courtney!" Maria yells.

"Your girlfriend is a fucking cunt!" Jessica spits at Rafe.

"Well maybe if you didn't constantly run your whore mouth!" Rafe says as he runs towards her. Topper and Kelce hold him back.

Tears fill Jessica's eyes. "Yeah, cry about it bitch!" Rafe yells. "You never meant shit to me! You're a fucking mess!"

"What's your fucking problem?!" Maria spits.

"My problem?! This piece of fucking garbage won't leave me alone and now the fucking woman I love swam out into the goddamn ocean! Why can't you two sluts just fucking drop dead!"

Topper and Kelce stayed quiet as the girls started crying.

Rafe spits in Jessica's direction. "You're a fucking cunt."

Rafe scoffs and heads towards the beach where you and Courtney had disappeared.

Maria comforts Jessica as she sobs.

"You guys should really of minded your own fucking business." Topper tells the girls before heading off after Rafe.

Shoupe pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm so fucking over these goddamn kids." He says. "Come on ladies, let's get you home."

"You're not going to go after that psycho bitch?" Maria yells. "She held a knife to Jess's throat!"

"We will have a dive team come out and look for them. They couldn't have gone far." Shoupe says as he helps Jess and Maria into the back of his car.

_____

"How much longer can we stay here before we drown?" You ask Courtney as the water came half way up your stomach.

"Probably one more hour," She admits, nuzzling against your shoulder. "We should probably get back to shore."

You nodded in agreement.

The sun was almost completely gone. Darkness draping the sky with a slight tinge of sunlight.

"You ready?" Courtney asks.

"Right behind you,"

Courtney dives into the water and you follow her. Making your way out of the cave and heading towards the shore.

You flip over, opting to back stroke so you could appreciate the sunset as you made your way back to land. Being in the water was where you preferred to be.

When you finally reached the sand you sat for a moment. Pressing your body against the warm grains.

"Baby!" Rafe said as he ran to your side. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Rafe. I'm fine." You said dryly. Of course he was waiting for you on the beach.

"I was so worried." He said as he pulled your head to his chest.

You couldn't help yourself. You just wanted to push him away.

You tried to pull back. "No," Rafe said, bringing you back into him. "You're going to talk to me."

He helped you to your feet and ushered you down the beach.

"We'll be here!" Kelce yelled after you.

Once you were away from earshot Rafe let it all out. "Y/N, what did I do? What's going on?!"

You just lower your body to sit in the sand as you rest your head in your hands.

"You regret it." Rafe says. "I'm so fucking sorry. I would take it back if I could. I never meant to make you feel this way." Rafe sat beside you, tugging at his hair.

"No, baby..." You begin. "I don't regret it. Not at all. I just got scared." You look up to meet his gaze. "And...I'm just jealous that half these sluts on the island have slept with you." You clench your jaw.

"It's really not that many." Rafe says.

"I'll slit all their throats and drink their blood from a chalice." You mutter.

Rafe smiles, pulling you in to meet his lips. "You making that bitch bleed was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Why'd you stop me from killing her?" You ask, wrapping your fingers around his throat.

"Because I'd kill myself if you got locked up. Living without you is my worst nightmare."

You smile at his response.

"Fuck me, Rafe."

Rafe doesn't hesitate to untie your bikini and toss it to the side. He quickly pulls down his shorts and lines you up on top of him. Holding your hips, he helps you sink down onto him. You were still sore from last night but the stretch felt amazing.

Rafe Cameron was inlove with you. You could tell with each thrust as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Beautiful girl," He said as he thrusted into you harder. "Absoluetly perfect."

"Shut up," You moaned.

"I can't help it. I'm obsessed with you," He says as he rolls you over, pressing your back to the sand. "You're God's most divine creation," He panted into your ear. "Aphrodite,"

"Rafe-" You could feel yourself reaching your high again.

"That's right, pretty girl, cum for me."

Rafe thrusts into you hard a few more times before he releases himself inside of you. You can feel his cum coating your walls and you wrap your legs around him, preventing him from leaving your body as you pulsed around him.

"We're going home," He whispers in your ear. He quickly helps you to your feet, wrapping your bikini bottoms back around your body and tying them sloppily.

You could feel Rafe's cum dripping from your body as you stumbled beside him. You could hardly stand. He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you upright.

"We're going to Y/N's. If you wanna ride, get to steppin'" Rafe demands.

Everyone stands up and heads towards the truck.

Courtney grabs your arm and pulls you behind the group. "Are you guys good?" She asks.

You smile and giggle. "Yeah, we're good."

_______

You and Rafe fucked like rabbits. Your friends could barely get the two of you to hang out. His hands were constantly groping your body. Just feeling him close to you turned you on.

"Can ya'll chill for like 5 minutes?" Courtney chuckled, pushing a shot towards you and Rafe.

You bit your lip and smiled at her.

"You're a horn dog," She said.

"Sex is addicting!" You giggle.

"Oh so Rafe is the best you've ever had?" Kelce teases.

You bite your lip. "Mhmm. Only man I've ever had. And I don't think anyone could compete." You say as you turn around and take Rafe's face between your hands.

"Wait, you were a virgin?" Topper asked shocked.

"Wait, what?" Kelce chimed in.

Courtney just laughed and sipped her drink as the boys jaws dropped to the floor.

Rafe pressed his tongue to his cheek as he tried to hide his smile.

"And you let this meatloaf take your virginity?" Topper added. Pointing at Rafe.

"He happens to be very good at what he does." You smile, pulling Rafe into a kiss.

Rafe kisses you back passionately as he flips off his friends.

"I dare you guys not to fuck for two days," Courtney says as she sits on the counter and pours shots. "You have to spend time with us," She motions to her, Kelce, and Topper.

"Yeah, I could actually use your help with this Sarah shit." Topper said sadly.

"She's with John B, huh?" You ask as Rafe sets you on the counter and rests his head against your shoulder.

"Yup, she wants to be a fucking Pogue." Topper hisses.

"Well cuz of you, her little Pogue boyfriend is living at my house now." Rafe scolds.

"Wait what? Why?" Courtney asked.

"Topper here pushed John B off the Hawk's Nest after Midsummers. Now my dad has taken him in."

"I didn't mean for him to fall, dude." Topper argued.

"Wait so John B is at Tannyhill?" You ask.

"Yep!"

Topper grinds his jaw. Hating the fact that he lost Sarah to a Pogue.

"Top, fuck her." You say. "She's a cunt. We all know that. You deserve a good girl. A fucking Kook princess."

"She was that," Topper said sadly.

"Look man, jokes on her cuz look who she's with." Rafe said, placing his hand on Topper's shoulder.

"And you don't have to go near Tannyhill," You told him. "You can stay here whenever. Rafe's always here anyways, besides when he's working. And Sarah can't come here. I'll tell her to kick rocks if she tries."

"Thanks," Topper offers sadly and throws back a shot. "How's things with your dad, Rafe?"

Rafe shrugs. "He's letting me work again. He's still an asshole though. It's all about Sarah."

You roll your eyes. Annoyed that Sarah Cameron was causing so many problems for the people you care about. "Come on!" You say as you hop down from the counter. "Let's go get drunk at the club!"

"DOWN!" Courtney agrees. "I can drive."

"We have our bikes," Rafe says, gesturing to Topper and himself. "Wanna go for a ride, baby?" Rafe asks as you all exit the house, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him so he can place wet kisses down your neck.

"Two days!" Courtney yells at you. "Come on, Kelce." Courtney and Kelce climb into Courtney's car and drive off.

Topper gets on his bike and takes off. "Here you go, sweetheart." Rafe says as he hands you his helmet. "Hang on tight, yeah?"

You nod in agreement and wrap your arms around his waist as he starts his bike and kicks off towards the club.

When you pulled up to the club, you slipped the helmet off your head and shook your hair out, running you fingers through the waves to get them unknotted.

"That was fun!" You told Rafe.

He smiled at you and threw his arm around your neck as he led you into the club. Heads turning as usual as you walked inside. You spotted Jessica and Maria glaring at you. You blew them a kiss and wrapped your arm tighter around Rafe, knowing he was yours and no one else's. The two bitches were even more upset now knowing that you had enough money at your disposal to get rid of any charges against you, no questions asked. It seems they finally learned to keep their goddamn noses out of your business.

You all grab drinks at the bar and you and Courtney lounge in some beach chairs and tan while the boys play corn hole.

"Did you see how mad they were?" Courtney laughs as she looks over at you, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"At least they've finally learned their lesson," You scoff. "I swear I was ready to kill her."

"You're a psycho,"

You laugh. "You know, I've felt a lot more calm lately."

"Cuz you're getting dicked down daily by that!" Courtney says as she turns to look at Rafe.

You follow her gaze, sliding your sunglasses down your nose as you admire your boyfriend. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Ready for him to take you in the bathroom and fucking ruin you.

"Ugh, snap out of it!" Courtney groans. "You're worse than me!"

"I can't help it! He's just so fucking perfect. And his dick, my God, Courtney."

"You've told me. You're an addict." She chuckles.

"No shame," You say as you both lean back into the sun.

You sipped your drink as you listened to Topper continue to cry about Sarah. You were glad he was venting to the guys because you were quite frankly sick of hearing about her.

"RAFE CAMERROOONNN!" You hear a familiar voice yell.

"Oh shit, is that Barry?" Courtney asks as she looks towards the entrance of the club.

You hold your breath, remembering what he did to Rafe last time. You quickly pull your knife from your bag as you watch Rafe and Topper walk over to meet him.

"Y/N...don't." Courtney says but you ignore her, following the boys out to where Barry was obviously upset about something.

You stood back a bit as you listened to the boys talk.

"My little sister robbed you?!" Rafe asked, confusion in his voice. "Sarah wouldn't pick a dollar up off the street!"

Fucking Sarah again. You had tried to be kind to her at the beginning. Since you were so close to Rafe and Topper. But now, the bitch had another thing coming.

When Barry grabbed Rafe and threw him to the side you acted quickly. Whipping out your switch blade and standing between the two boys.

"Not another fucking step!" You hiss at Barry, trying your best to shield Rafe with your small figure.

Barry laughs. "Well shit, Country Club's got himself a lil body guard, huh!"

You feel Rafe wrap his arm around your chest and pull you back into him as you continued to point your knife at Barry, eyes narrowed, showing no trace of fear. You honestly weren't scared of him. You'd dealt with plenty of drug dealers back in LA and one coke head from the Cut wasn't going to take you down easy.

"Baby," Rafe whispered in your ear, pulling you back.

"I'd listen to your boyfriend, sweetheart," Barry teases you. "Ain't got much protecting you." He says as he eyes your body. All you had on was a bikini, you hadn't even bothered putting your shoes on.

You attempt to lunge towards him again but Rafe holds you back, now wrapping his other arm around you, trying to cover you from Barry's gaze.

"Figure this shit out with your sister, Cameron! If it's not from you it's from her! Remember that!" And with that, Barry walked back to his car and drove off.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Topper says, finally letting out the breath he'd been holding.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Rafe asks, turning you around to face him.

You tucked your knife into the waist band of your bikini. "Protecting you," You spat back at him.

"Y/N, he's a maniac! He could have hurt you!"

You scoff. "You don't think I can handle my shit?"

"That's not what I'm saying! I just don't want you to get hurt! You gotta stop being stupid-" He stops himself when he sees the pain cross your face. "I didn't...I didn't mean that..."

You bit back your tears before pushing past him and making your way back into the club.

"Y/N!"

"Dude, what are we gonna do about this?" Topper asks Rafe, stopping him from going after you.

"It's not my problem, man."

"Rafe! This is Sarah we're talking about! Give Y/N a minute to cool off before she pulls a knife on you too."

Rafe looks at you one more time and then back at Topper. "Alright, let's go."

_____

"Can you take me home, Court?" You ask as you throw your knife in your bag and slip your shorts on.

"Uh, yeah. What was that all about?"

"Doesn't matter. You have any yay?"

"Some. Not sure if I'll be able to get more after you just pulled a knife on Barry!" She scolds.

"You can just fuck him for more."

Courtney scoffs. "What's your problem?!"

You sit down and sigh. "I'm sorry, Court. Rafe just..."

She sits down beside you.

"He got pissed at me for wanting to protect him."

She lays her head on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, babes. He didn't mean it. He just wants to keep you safe."

"I want to keep him safe too."

"And you do. It's just a guy thing. Not the best look for them when their tiny girlfriend is more threatening than them."

You both laugh.

"Come on. Let's go home. I'm sure Rafe will come back after he's chilled out."

You nod. "Okay."

____

You railed your fourth and final line of coke.

"All gone," Courtney says sadly as she sucks on the bag.

You had told Rafe you wouldn't do it again. Not after the other day. But you were stupid right? Stupid bitches do stupid shit.

Courtney sat and played with your butterfly knife as you sat back on your bed, irritated as hell.

"I'm getting pretty good at this!" She said as she flipped it around her fingers. You had far too many knives for a 19 year old girl. But you didn't like guns. And growing up in LA, you learned you needed protection. Plus, they were fun. You'd get them custom made in cute colors to match all your outfits.

You heard the front door open and close and you sighed. You silently prayed it was your dad, even though you knew he was in fucking Ireland, maybe he'd come home early. You were still upset with Rafe and not ready to deal with him.

But of course, Rafe Cameron walks into your room. His eyes were bloodshot, as were yours. The tension hung thick in the air.

"I'm gonna go..." Courtney announced. She placed the knife on your bed and slipped out past Rafe. "Call me later!"

You and Rafe stared at eachother for a moment. Accepting the fact you were both absolutely zooted.

"Thought you were done with coke?" Rafe said, taking a few steps towards your bed.

"Stupid girls do stupid things," You said sadly.

"Y/N, I didn't mean that." He sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. "I was just upset. Scared. The thought of someone hurting you..."

You sit up and meet his gaze.

"Look, I know you were just trying to protect me. I love you for that. But if I was the reason something happened to you..."

"Rafe," You began. "I feel the same way about you. But I need you to know that I will always protect you. I'd die for you."

"I don't want to live without you..." His voice breaks as he says it.

"So don't..." You say as you inch towards him. "We die together."

Rafe looks up at you. "What do you mean?"

"Like Romeo and Juliet. You die, I'm coming with. I die, you follow me."

Rafe smiles at your words. "That sounds like a fucking deal to me," He says, leaning in and kissing you.

"I want my name on your skin," You breathe.

"I want mine on yours. You're mine, til death do us part."

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Meeting Royalty {Part two}

Remus Lupin x Dutchess!Reader

English Love Affair 5sos

Masterlist

Summary: A chance meeting at a coffee shop}

wc-2210

An: Did I say I wasn't going to do a part two? This is for you amatoanima <3

The idea of trying to sleep that night made your bones ache. You stayed up, in your oversized room, in your oversized bed, tracing the large bit of signature that was left. You couldn't stop thinking about him, not a moment of peace as you found yourself wondering just how far this could go.

Your father could care less about your frequently documented affairs. The flings you would have with men of his court, government officials, other nonfamilial Dukes and even Duchesses if you fancied. He made it clear he was too busy to worry about his wild child. He could tend to his status or his daughter, much like Roosevelt. 

You didn't have many rules, outside of what your family dictated for you. You didn't care for prying eyes or who would catch you with a common boy- in fact, the idea of being behind caught with Remus was somewhat thrilling. What a scandalous headline, no longer running around with people of your status or proximity, but just a boy you found absolutely stunning. 

Eventually sleep took you. You woke up early in the morning while your lady in waiting prepared tea at the foot of your bed. 

“Your grace?” She called over to your groggy form as you turned over to try and get comfortable once more. 

“Yes?” You groaned out into your pillow and she huffed, walking over to raise your hand. 

“You're getting ink all over your pillows! Up! Up, now!” She scolded and you groaned, forcing your body to sit as she pulled off your bedsheets. Eventually it hit you, ink.

And the mission began. Finding your newest infatuation.

You don't have much luck.

Days turned into weeks, and still, you found yourself haunted by the encounter. You kept the library books on your nightstand, a reminder of your verbal dance with the mysterious stranger. You would find yourself daydreaming, imagining the possibilities of a day where you would see him again. You felt like a teenage girl again.

Eventually, when two months passed, you gave up. As winter approached, so did creep your responsibilities as a socialite. Going to parties and hosting your own, your fathers favorite thing to show off his money. It kept you busy for a while, but you still found time to return to that library.

Then, one rainy afternoon, as you were making your way to your favorite café, you spotted a familiar figure outside. Tall, tanned, and absolutely drenched. He was running across the small street, from a car stopped in the middle of the road. At first you were startled, his mop of sopping hair covered his face.

Now, you never had to deal with any real danger when you were with your chaperones, but someone stopping their car in traffic to run to the coffeeshop in the pouring rain? This was either a romcom or a very poor assassination attempt. 

The closer he got the more attention you paid him. Then, the door slammed open and everyone grew just a few decimals quieter. Your heart raced, practically bruising your ribs as you recognized Remus standing in the doorway, his hair tousled and a hesitant smile on his face. The moment your eyes met, the world around you faded away, and all that mattered was that water logged boy and the poor excuse of a withering book in his hand.

“Fancy seeing you here,” He spoke first, walking towards you. One of your chaperones stood but he was stopped by your lady, who dismissed his confused looks. Remus stared him down, a bit startled before you shot him a bright smile and gestured to the seat next to you. He wet his lips and sat down, still unsure of his next move.

He could see, just behind you in the window, Sirius with his head out the window roof of their broken down beater of a car, James slapping the driver side door as he also hung half way out cheering him on. They had the right sense to lower their heads when an older woman in the car behind them began to honk.

Your eyes flickered between him and the window behind you. Watching his friends make a fool of themselves. You smirked and turned to look up at Remus, trying to hide your bubbling excitement, “Still with me, Moony?”

He snapped out of his daze and chuckled, that warm sound wrapping around throat, making you swallow a bit thicker. 

“I’ve been meaning to return your book.” He broke the silence, it did nothing to lessen the insane tension between you two. Even your babysitters looked away.

“That so?” You spoke back airily, looking down at his lips. Just begging him to do it.

“Yeah.” He muttered. His eyes tracing the curve of your nose down to your lips as well. He quickly looked down at the book in his hand and smirked. Leaning forward he set the poor book down as it hardly clung to life. The spine was creased, the leather cover was bent, the pages were dog eared and the old binding was loosening worse then when you first bought it. 

You couldn't help but laugh, who is this guy? Reads a book like this so many times? 

You picked up and flicked a page or two, some falling out of the cover to the table. Then, you saw it. Several little lines of handwriting you could only describe as chicken scratch. They were all over every page and every clear line, random things you didn't quite understand, small comments here or there, but you noticed one thing that seemed to be a constant.

Your name.

Your eyes flicked up to his and he leaned back, still drenched and he looked a bit shy. 

“Did you.. write notes? In the columns, for me?” You asked, voice teasing and he rubbed the back of his neck with a small growing smirk. 

“May have.”

“You wrote me notes in an old diary from the 1800s? An artifact of time and you defaced it with my name and your chicken scratch? About Werewolves?” You continued, even as you tried to sound annoyed to keep up the act, your smile betrayed you. What an absolute maniac! Who does that? And then have the audacity to look so bloody pleased with himself?

He leaned a bit closer and made the way his eyes traced your face a bit more obvious. 

“I couldn't stop thinking about you.” He whispered before gesturing to the book. “It was my only outlet.”

You felt the heat rise to your neck as you imagined just how much of that behavior would reflect in how he treated you. The book was hardly together, it had been read, read, and read again. Yet he still had enough mind to write down every single thought he had. He treated it with care and showed so much passion to every page.

He made a mess of it. He could make a mess of you.

You looked him up and down, before you picked up the pages and slipped them back into the book. You leaned your chin on your palm and looked at him through your lashes. “Behave yourself.”

“You can't exactly blame me.” He continued, nipping at your small weak walls and taking great pleasure in how you squirmed in your seat. “Since I returned the book.. can I borrow something else?”

“Hm? What's that?” 

“You. Just for the afternoon.” He was suddenly shy again, not that you minded. You bit your tongue a bit as it poked out to wet your lip, his eyes licked on it and you smirked. 

“All yours, Moony.”

You spent the afternoon talking and laughing as the rain poured outside, sharing stories and sly flirts that felt so far removed from what was going on around you. With each passing moment, you found yourself falling harder and harder for him. His charm, his sly comments, his cheeky looks and his flirty remarks. Though, nothing appealed to you more than his mind. You could see a million different things running behind his eyes. You were never one obsessed with smarts, you had your own fair level of intelligence, but you never knocked someone off your roster for their mind alone.

But man was the battle of wits that you two exchanged utterly intoxicating.

As the sky darkened and the café began to empty, you realized that this was the beginning of something dangerously tempting. You both walked out together, your arm tucked under his as he escorted you to the door. You both pretend you didn't see his friends spying on you from a few yards away. Your chaperones left to retrieve the car and left the two of you alone.

“When can I see you again?” He asked without a moment of hesitation. You smiled and reached forward with your free hand, running your fingers over his stuffed button up. 

“When are you free next?” You hummed and he stared down at you.

“Tomorrow.”

You almost wanted to laugh. You knew you had a way about you, something that drew the boys in. Usually your tabloid worthy affairs were more coy with their affections. Remus was far more serious. He seemed to get what he wanted.

Oh sweet Mother Magdalene, he could have you if he really wanted.

“Same place?”

“I'll meet you here.” He mused before you both trailed off to silence. Just staring at each other's lips.

“Merlin, just kiss already!” You heard that familiar voice, black haired boy if you remember correctly, shout from their car. You laughed and he leaned in. It startled you at first but you melted in so easily. The kiss was messy and playful, your teeth clashing messily and your lips curled from where you were laughing. 

Eventually it melted into a proper and far more hungry kiss. Your hands found his shoulders and his found your waist. He pulled you flush against his still wet clothes.

 “Remus.” You whispered between his hungry mouth. “Remus, you'll catch a cold.” You tried to insist but he just deepened the kiss. You had become so familiar with it, you didn't even register the faint click of a camera coming from inside of the cafe. 

Eventually, and much to your shared dismay, your chaperones returned and ushered you into the car. 

You stared out the window and pouted a bit as you drove away from who you were sure was to be your soulmate. It was a long drive, the longest you've ever taken. It was the first ride you were sure you had taken as just a fraction of yourself. Considering your heart was growing miles and miles away in the scarred hands of a man who promised to take care of it. 

You tucked the book closer to your vest and gave a dramatic and fond sigh. “He's just..” 

“Your grace.” Your lady tried to scold but you simply shook your head. “This won't be ruined for me, ma'am. He’s just so bloody magnificent! How does a man like that truly exist?” You insisted and your other chaperone shook his head. You huffed at that.

“Truly! Did you see his eyes? His smile? I almost keeled over! Did I play it cool? Oh god I hope I did. Would he think I was weird if I painted my nails with his eye color?” You began to ramble and your poor guardians exchanged a look as you held the book tighter and fell to the side of the back seat, wrist to your head, and your face a complete red.

“He’ll be the death of me. I swear it.” You cooed in a dreamy way and your lady laughed. 

“Not if your father hears first.” She tutted and you rolled your eyes. “As if he cares. Let me have my fun!”

~~~

Remus was not in a much better state. Climbing into the car and James quickly began to speed off.

“An hour! Lily wanted me home an hour ago!” James complained and Sirius shook his shoulder.

“Lighten up Prongs! Remus got himself a muggle girl!” Sirius turned to look at him with a smirk. “A fit one at that. Heard she was a {L/N}? A duchess, eh Remus? Fancy yourself a royal?” He teased and Remus couldn't help but smile.

Sirius gawked and Remus quickly tried to hide it. “Oh ho ho! No you don't! What's the deal? Y'all meeting again?” Sirius pushed and Remus leaned back. Face a red mess and staring up at the roof of the car.

Sirius looked to James who adjusted his mirror to see him better. “Oh shit he's whipped.”

“Whipped doesn't even begin to describe it.” Remus muttered.

~~~

The next morning you woke up before your lady came to wake you, you dressed and cleaned your room, planning for company later.

Rushing down stairs and into the kitchen to give your mother a kiss and your father your usual grunt of knowledgement. Then you noticed the front page image of the newspaper. You being practically devoured by your new London boy-

What could possibly be a better wake up call? Oh, you knew. The very same boy waiting for you, to do it all over again.

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Firefighter-g/t one-shot

Part 2: here

Flames licked the walls of the old warehouse, sending plumes of thick black smoke billowing into the night sky. Mike Johnson sprinted towards the inferno, his heavy boots pounding the pavement. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he gripped the axe in his gloved hands.

"Let's move, let's move!" Mike shouted to his crew. His eyes watered from the intense heat radiating from the building. Debris rained down around them as part of the roof caved in. Mike coughed, the acrid smoke burning his lungs. He had to get in there fast. People could be trapped inside.

Mike kicked down the front door, axe raised. "Fire department! Call out!" He strained to hear voices over the roar of the flames. No response. Mike forged ahead, checking each room methodically. The fire raged on, greedy tongues of orange flame devouring everything in their path. He had to hurry.

Mike wiped the sweat from his brow. The sweltering heat was overwhelming. Come on, hold it together, he told himself. You can do this. Adrenaline coursed through Mike's veins, pushing back the fear and exhaustion. He would not stop until he saved everyone.

Mike moved deeper into the warehouse, ducking under a collapsed beam. The smoke was getting thicker, limiting his visibility.

"Is anyone here?" he shouted. "Call out!"

A faint sound caught his attention. Mike turned towards a small crevice along the wall. Peering inside, he could make out a tiny figure - a girl no more than four inches tall. Her wide eyes were filled with terror as she huddled in the crevice, choking on the smoke.

"It's okay, I've got you," he said in a soft, soothing voice. The little girl hesitated, then climbed onto his enormous hand. Mike slowly withdrew his hand, cradling the miniature girl safely in his palm. She stared up at him with a mix of wonder and fear.

"Let's get you out of here," Mike said. He tucked the tiny girl into his coat pocket to protect her from the flames and falling debris. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, Mike charged back the way he came.

The girl peered at Mike's hulking frame from the pocket. From her four-inch perspective, everything was gigantic — the walls, the furniture, even the man who held her life in his massive hands.

Now, here she was, being rescued by a human bean. But she had no choice but to trust him. They dodged falling beams and leaping flames. The girl braced herself against the pocket as Mike kicked down a warped door and stumbled outside to safety.

The cool night air was a shock after the inferno. Mike gently lifted the girl out and set her down in his palm. "Are you okay?" he asked. The girl coughed but gave a brave nod. Mike just smiled, amazed at how small and fragile she was. He just wants to hide her away from the world.

Mike looked down at the tiny girl sitting in his palm, still amazed that someone so small could exist. She was no bigger than a mouse, with delicate features and wide, frightened eyes

"Don't worry, I've got you," he said in a gentle rumble. "You're safe now."

Carefully, he curled his fingers to form a protective barrier around her. She grabbed onto one giant digit to steady herself as Mike began jogging away from the structure.

"Well, aren't you something," Mike murmured.

The girl tilted her head. "My name's Lucy," she said in a voice that sounded like tinkling bells.

Mike blinked in surprise. "You can talk?"

Lucy nodded, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Of course, I can talk. I'm a borrower."

"A borrower?" Mike repeated. He shook his head in bewilderment.

Lucy shifted, dangling her short legs over the edge of Mike's hand. "We borrow what we need from you giants to survive. I was just looking for some scraps when the fire broke out."

Mike frowned, his protective instincts rising again. "That's dangerous. You could get hurt."

Lucy lifted her chin. "I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for years."

Mike had to smile at her stubbornness. "I can see that. But now you don’t have to worry about stuff like that; I’ll keep you safe.”

Lucy looked troubled. “Hey, I appreciate the save, but I don’t need any more help.”

Mike just shakes his head and closes his hand over the tiny girl.

Mike cradled the tiny girl gently as he approached the ambulance. Her body was no bigger than a doll's, fitting easily in the palm of his large hand. As he walked, Mike examined the minuscule person with fascination.

Her limbs were perfectly proportioned, if unnervingly small. Mike noted her tiny hands and feet, no larger than the tip of his pinky finger. Her face held an elfin beauty, with large eyes that watched him warily. Mike felt an urge to touch her, to confirm something so impossibly tiny was real.

Unable to resist, he lightly stroked her arm with one finger. She flinched at the contact, letting out a squeak of alarm. Mike quickly withdrew his hand.

"Sorry," he rumbled. He kept forgetting how his casual touches could seem rough and intrusive to her fragile body.

Mike reached the ambulance and gently set the borrower girl down on a bench. As he explained the situation to the bewildered paramedic.

“That’s weird, man; I don’t think it’s human.” The paramedic replied, unable to take his eyes off the tiny creature. “What if it’s cursed or something.”

“Never mind that just look her over, she inhaled a lot of smoke.”

The paramedic reluctantly did his job, interacting with the tiny borrower like she was a diseased pest.

After the paramedic finished, Mike was quick to scoop Lucy up. He could tell she was frightened the entire time his coworker was manhandling her.

The girl's brow furrowed. "But...where are you taking me?" Her voice was barely a squeak to Mike's ears.

"Somewhere, you'll be safe."

Mike felt a pang of guilt seeing the sadness that crossed the girl's face. He knew she likely had a home here that was now destroyed. But he couldn't just set her loose, not at her size. She needed protection.

Arriving at his truck, Mike carefully lifted the girl out and placed her on the passenger seat. He dug out a small old rodent cage out of his trunk, one he kept for rescue animals.

"Just for now, until we figure things out," he said apologetically as he deposited the girl inside.

She grasped the bars, conflicted emotions playing across her face: gratitude that this human had saved her life and longing for the freedom she had lost. She hoped his kindness would extend to letting her go someday. “I’m not an animal; you can’t keep me!”

Mike latched the cage door, hating to confine the little thing. But it was the only way to keep her safe on the ride home. They would work things out. He was determined to earn her trust. He would protect this fragile life. “This is for your own good; you won’t want for anything with me.”

****

Mike carried the small cage into his apartment, the tiny girl gazing around with wide eyes at her giant surroundings. He set her down gently on the kitchen table.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Thirsty?"

The girl nodded hesitantly. Mike opened the cage door but she made no move to exit.

He rummaged through his pantry, looking for something suitably small. He held up a cracker crumb. "How about this?"

The girl crept forward and nibbled at the crumb. As she ate, Mike stared in fascination, still struggling to believe such a tiny person existed. He felt a rush of possessiveness. He’d keep her safe.

Despite her appetite, the girl kept glancing warily at Mike's enormous hands. He felt a pang, hating that she saw him as a threat. He wanted her to feel safe here.

"I know this is strange," he said gently. "But I promise, I mean you no harm. You can stay here, where no one will find you."

The girl looked uncertain and scared. Mike understood her longing for freedom. But the world was too dangerous for one so small and vulnerable. He could protect her here, keep her hidden away. Surely, she would come to appreciate that in time.

The girl said nothing, but her eyes told Mike she remained unconvinced. He would just have to earn her trust, day by day. For now, she was here, and she was safe. That was what mattered.

****

Mike closed the cage door softly once the girl had finished eating. She retreated to the back corner, eyeing him warily.

He sat watching her for a while, still mesmerized. He noticed she was shivering slightly. Carefully, he opened the cage again and placed a small scrap of cloth inside, like a blanket. After some hesitation, the girl wrapped it around herself.

"There, that's better," Mike murmured.

The girl blinked at him with her huge eyes. Mike felt that same tug in his chest. He wanted to understand her, know her story. How had she survived alone for so long? What was her life like?

He knew it would take time to gain her trust. But Mike was patient. He would start by making her feel comfortable here. He wondered how long it would take for her to stop flinching at his touch. He just wanted to hold and pet her. He had plenty of experience taming feral cats on his family farm. He knew it took time. He imagined that, with her size, she was very similar to prey animals. It’s just natural to be afraid. She’d appreciate him one day, and plus, she’d make such a good little companion.

Tomorrow, he could build her some furniture scaled to her size and get supplies from a dollhouse shop—tiny dishes, clothes, books. Bit by bit, he would make this cage feel more like a home.

There were challenges ahead, but also possibilities. This chance encounter felt meant to be. Mike would care for this little one, keeping her safe in his big world. It never crossed his mind that she would resent him for keeping her as a pet. After all, she wasn’t human—just a tiny creature that would have a better chance of survival with him.

For now, the girl needed rest. Mike turned off the lights, enveloping the room in darkness. 

[rxmqnova]

The Scarlet Witch

Y/N: 12 years old Story: After finally escaping hydra, Y/N discovers her mother is the Scarlet Witch… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I'm sitting in Central Park in New York after so many failed attempts to get someone to tell me where my mom could be. My mom is an Avenger and apperantly the Avengers are pretty famous, so why nobody knows where's Wanda Maximoff?

It's been 4 years since the last time I saw her… or I think. I was taken by hydra when the agents attacked the Avengers compound. They kept me in a cell, but then something happened and in 5 seconds the place was all clear. No one was around. So I ran…

I wish I could see her again, but anyone I ask doesn't know anything about her. I just need to find out what happened to her.

It's been 3 days since I got out of that terrible place. I always like to walk around this weird house with something on the roof that looks like a big eye. I don't know why, but I can feel some sort of power from this house.

I managed to find out that a man called 'Doctor Strange' lives there. According to one older lady, he has some sort of powers too. I want to ask him if he by any chance knows anything about my mom, but everytime I knock at the door, no one opens. But I can't give up, I have to try again.

I knock at the door, praying someone will finally open. I let out a sigh after a few minutes of standing there. I sit on the stairs in front of the house, resting my head on my knees.

My eyes widen when I hear the door creak. I immediately stand up, turning around and looking at a tall man with a cup in his hand and a clock who stands there, looking back at me.

"H-hello, don't you know by any chance where-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Listen, kid, this is not a place to play. Go home" He says coldly, already closing the door.

"Wait! Do you know Wanda Maximoff?" I blurt out, the door opening again.

"Wanda Maximoff? Why would you look for her?" He raises an eyebrows.

"I-I need to talk to her. She. Hm. She's my mom" I explain, but only earn a look that tells me he doesn't believe me at all.

"Okay. I understand you're probably a fan, but go home, kid. It's getting late" He says, rolling his eyes and closing the door again. I've never wanted to do this, to use my powers on other people, but he gives me no other choice. He clearly knows something about my mom and I just need to know.

I close my eyes, concentrating only on the power I feel from this house. I take a deep breath, trying to get into the guy's mind. It takes a while, but once I'm in, I carefully search for any information about my mom.

Finally, I find out that the man is heading to some place called Kamar-Taj where my mom is supposed to be too. This will be hard to get there, but I'm a witch after all.

———————————

Took me more than a whole night to actually find my way to Kamar-Taj, but I did it. Now I'm hidden behind one of many statues that are around this place. There's a huge castle and people in pajamas looking outfits. I mean… it's literally almost 1pm, why would they wear pajamas? Whatever, now I just need to wait until my mom shows up.

Suddenly the sky darkens, all the people watch the sky, waiting for what happens next. My mom appears, the guy from yesterday flies up to her and they start talking. I'm just watching it, wondering what they could possibly talk about, but then Doctor Strange flies back and the pajamas people make a shield. I don't get it, is my mom the bad one now? She's always been very caring, she wouldn't be evil, right?

I watch in confusion as my mom tries to break the shield, throwing her magic at it until it breaks. She flies down on the ground, knocking everyone down. Tears form in my eyes, this can't be true, my mom can't be evil.

She starts walking towards the castle and since no one is outside except for the dead bodies, her and me, I get out of my hiding spot.

"Mama?" I say shyly, tears quietly running down my cheeks. Mom turns around, her face impression turning into a shocked one when she sees me.

"… Y/N/N?" She whispers, walking towards me, tears building up in her eyes.

"No" I take a step back, unsure of her next actions. She stops, tears running down her cheeks too by now as she's looking at me, hurt visible in her eyes. "Mama, why would you do that? You're not evil, you can't be" I tell her, my voice breaking at the sight of all the dead bodies surrounding us.

"Y/N/N, I… I just wanted you back" She says, her voice also breaking. "Please, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry, I missed you so much" She takes another step towards me on which I shake my head, tears still running down my face.

"No, please don't hurt me" I step back, shaking my head. "I want my mama" I cry out, my breathing not really working right now.

With a swift move of her hand, her clothes change into jeans and green jacket, her hair is put into one french braid and her fingers don't have the black color on them.

"I'm here, Y/N/N. You need to breathe, sweetheart. Breathe with me, honey" She holds my shoulders, looking me in the eyes and trying to help me to breathe.

"Mama" I wrap my arms around her, burying my head into her chest.

"Mama's here, my little monkey. You're safe. You're okay" She says, rubbing my back and kissing the top of my head. "You're okay" She repeats. "Where have you been, baby?" She asks when I finally manage to take a deep breath, wiping away my tears with her thumbs.

"Hydra" I manage to say, wrapping my arms around her tightly once again. "Please don't ever leave me, mommy"

"I will never ever leave you, my little monkey. I promise I'll always protect you, no matter what" She smiles and kisses my forehead. "I will never let anyone take you from me again"

"Mama, I don't like it here. Can we go away?" I ask, not feeling comfortable at all here. I just want to cuddle with my mom on the couch and watch a cartoon.

"Let's go home" She smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead before taking my hand in hers and leading me away from this place.

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Wanda deserves a happy ending🫶🏻

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[neetily]

↳ EVENT 10. M!Whitney (Incest + Yandere)

— ✧ warnings: Incest, Yandere, Creampie, slight breeding — ✧ word count: 3,318

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

With a loud yawn and a long stretch, his eyes flutter under the warm sunlight spilling into his room, kissing his eyelids open with commonplace kindness. You must be awake, too, then. Its the only time his blinds are open like this, seeing as he never does so himself. Honestly, he's not sure what he'd do without you... The thought of which immediately panics him, and so he leans over, turning under the warm sheets to find reassurance in the form of your pretty body like always— but when his hand searches for your soft skin, he turns up empty.

His heart races, imagining where you must have run off to. You wouldn't leave him, would you? Not when he made you feel so good last night, right? Another attention seeking yawn escapes him, soon followed by the sound of your feet padding across the floor. Immediate relief, you don't understand. Just how much of an instrumental balm you are in his sad little life, lighting the room up far more than the sun could ever hope to with just a simple smile.

You're getting far too good at peeling yourself away from him nowadays, much more than he'd reasonably like; or even expect from his precious baby sister. Hasn't he taught you better by now? Punishment already on his mind first thing in the morning, but the sight of your sweet smiling face greeting him from the end of the bed promptly convinces him otherwise. He can never be too mean to you, can he? Little sister privileges, he muses to himself.

"Bathroom." You explain yourself without needing to be asked to, that's more like it.

And all he can muster the strength to do is grunt back at you, bed head hair pushed out of his face in favour of fully taking in the sight of you this morning. Like always, pretty, he thinks to himself. So so fuckin' pretty— a reminder as to why he has to keep you all to himself. It should be illegal, he thinks, to have such a hold on him so early in the morning.

Some part of him deep down feels a little guilty for how he treats you, at least. A low thrum in his chest signalling his enjoyment when you gently sit by his side on the bed unprompted, his hand taking root on your bare thigh to lightly squeeze at in self indulgent thought. Of course he feels bad about keeping you secluded to his room, disallowing you much leeway when it comes to living the life you assumedly want to, but...

You're stuck with him for the rest of you life out of necessity. A needed precaution to keep your innocence intact, to not let the shitty fucking world dirty you the way it's ruined him.

No, because if anyone deserves the right to corrupt you so sweetly, it should be your own big brother, don't you think? He knows you the best, anyway. Would soil you in secrecy, turn you into a slut made just for him, and not some seedy fuck outside the boundary of your very own four walls who's likely more than ready to abuse you for entertainment. He's the lesser of two evils, he tells himself every night as you sleep by his side.

You've been progressing well enough under his roof as well— so there's no need for you to seek outside help at this rate.

Once more, he stretches absentmindedly. Removing the last remainder of drowsiness from his system before returning his full attention back to you, his precious baby sister. How cute you look perched on his bed like so, chest tight at the way you smile so prettily at him from above; the sun catching your eyes the same as it kissed his.

"C'mere. Wanna cuddle my baby some more." He huffs, deep rasp to his sleep ridden voice for you to giggle at. Overprotective arms immediately wrap around your smaller than his frame to help tug you closer, under the heavy sheets for him to snuggle into you even before you've had a chance to properly answer him. Exposed thighs encased in his own naked skin, rubbing his leg up and down your lower half just because it feels nice to connect with you skin-to-skin like this. His own flesh and blood, humming contentedly while he merely enjoys existing next to you, idly playing with the hem of his shirt you're wearing. Which, don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores when you decide to wear nothing but his clothing to bed. A secret act of ownership you selectively abide by.

"Quit calling me that!" You laugh, and he can hear the cute pout you must be adorning right now. Fuck, his heart feels fit to burst with how pure you are, how despite his ill intentions, you remain otherwise unaware of his faults.

The biggest being his sister fucking tendencies, how his cock grows hard against your bare ass as you playfully, innocently, wiggle around with him. A small tickle here, a puff of air against your sensitive skin there, and you're already squirming all over him. Unknowing of how your body rubs so naively against his own, his eyes rolling back in part shame for how much he enjoys your cluelessness, in part because he wants to clue you in so fucking bad, fuck, morning wood poking your backside proud and eager.

As it always does when you join him in bed.

Once you settle in his arms and a dumb smile finds its way to his lips, he teases you some more. Just because it's fun. Because he can. His fingertips ghosting up and down your thigh lovingly, dipping under the shirt you wear and up to your ribcage— happy to feel no bra barricading his touch.

"Are you saying you're not my baby?" He huffs behind you, yet can't even hope to hide the wider smile that tugs on his lips when you turn around to defend yourself, pretty pouty face just begging to be kissed in the early morning air.

"S'not true, Whitney..." You look down, and he imagines you're catching sight of his hard cock, freely exposed for your mouth to water at. "I am, you know that." You continue, sighing dramatically for him to dote upon. He does nothing to hide the fact that you're turning him on right now, thinking only with his dick when you wordlessly shuffle a little closer, routine settling in thickly when he feels the weight of your leg ride his hip— an open invitation. Big brother has taught you well, hasn't he? That to receive his protection for the big, bad, and scary world out there, you have to put out for him. It's only fair; others would be asking for so much more. He's letting you off lightly, remember?

And due to his diligence, he knows he's left you with no other frame of reference to ruminate over how fucking bad it is to be cuddling with your big brother like this. How you aren't normal by wrapping your arms around his neck, and how no other siblings enjoy morning kisses hidden under warm blankets together.

And yet still, he obliges. Because he's disgusting, an innate need to degrade his perfect little sister with his dirty tongue taking home in his tummy, dripping saliva down your throat so softly when your lips part for his pleasure. Humming against your lips during the idle kiss, grabbing the base of his cock like he's used to and jerking it a few times against your hole; not yet slipping in, though he fucking wants to, but instead just teasing. Letting you feel every drop of precum your kisses coax out of his tip, smearing the sticky substance against your wet little sister cunt in the hopes of getting you addicted to his cock in the same way he's hooked on your baby sister cunt; nothing else compares. No matter the amount of other sluts he fucks when he's out of the house, keeping you in the dark about his attempts to grow out of needing to fuck familiarity— your open and wanting hole continues to coax him. Comforting in the way your tongue slips against his own, pulling away for air only to beg for him to put it in already, a fat bead of precum rolling over his tip and down to your hole in preparation.

Afterall, nobody could ever fuck him better than his own sister, proven by the fact that he seeks your hole time and time again, these mornings fucks a regular enough occurrence for you to already understand the drill before he's even said anything of the sort. You know him inside and out, just as he's remembered every sensitive patch of your skin to suck on to have you moaning, kiss bruised lips attaching to your neck as he dips his tip into your hole, and the intricate details of your tight fucking cunt as he pushes in a little more, giving you gentle little humps until his full length is coated in a mixture of pre and slick and he can comfortably rest inside of you balls deep, drinking up every little sigh and gasp his fat cock fucks out of you.

Poor baby, despite the repeated fuckings he'd given you over the years, you never were able to properly adjust to his size, were you?

Which only makes his skin tingle hotter, fingers itching in their need to brutally drag you down his length and bully you on his cock for being the most annoying little sister in the world. Like, he can't imagine any other big brothers struggling with the feelings your pretty face brings out of him, or how they'd cope with the amount of precum dribbling from their tip to lubricate your insides just because your little cunt is squeezing around his girth so well, fucking shit—

"Need big brother already?" He toys with you, sneaky smirk on his lips to match the insidious tone he adopts, lying through his fucking teeth and placing the burden of incest on you, anything to turn you as nasty as he is, a perfect pair for each other. Though he doesn't really mean his teasing; never does. Not like when he acts out against the rest of the world, you're his perfect pretty sister after all; you deserve special treatment. Light-hearted flirting and careful touches only, softly cooing down at you when you whine back up at him in protest.

Okay, okay. He gets it, even if only because he feels the same way as you. Call it sibling intuition, it's not too dissimilar from lovers, is it? And the thought of calling you his lover immediately turns his head hazy, vision glazed over in sheer desperation to protect, love, and care for you for as long as he lives; God that's why you're in his arms right now. Tucked under the sheets, hidden away from the outside world for as long as he can manage to hold you captive, cock pulsing inside your perfect little cunt— don't worry, little one. Big brother is here to make you feel all better again, okay?

Today is as good as any to enact his vile quest for love, he absently supposes, fully sheathed inside your warm squirmy cunt, arms wrapped tightly around your back to squeeze your shirt clad tits against his bare chest. You even smell like him, how gross. Especially considering it turns him on even more to inhale your mixed scent, cock trembling against your snug walls like a promise. You're mine, or something equally as immoral.

He draws his hips back, chin rested on top of your head as you cuddle closer to his chest, and he's driven by pure need to start moving. A hand comes up to support your nape before he slowly pushes back in, intent on making you feel every greedy inch of his cock stretching your insides to ill-fit him. He wants so badly to fuck you into his shape already, lift you up and down his cock till all you can mumble is big brother, over and over again like a sick mantra mimicking his own thoughts of baby sis, little sister, love of my life.

But he refrains, mostly because he's soooo sleepy next to you, eyes gently closed as he focuses on the feeling of your hot insides, how soft and squishy they are when wrapped around his thick hard cock, how you squeak with pleasure every time he throbs against you. So nice and comfortable, his heart rate quickening at how accepting your body is of his perversion. It's only natural, right?

"Comfy?" He groans out, chest surely vibrating against your face from how much sleep resides in his voice. Though it's not much of a question so much as it's just daily conversation, slipping into some twisted sense of domesticity, an attempt to coax you deeper into his captive ways. You sweet little thing, nodding against him with a whine caught in your throat as he snaps his hips into you unfairly, just to laugh at how cute you are when you're getting rocked on his cock.

He bets you don't even know what he's doing right now, do you? How every time he lazily fucks his cock fully inside of your tight fucking hole, he's promising more. More safety, more of him, so long as you're willing and ready to accept his love. The yucky, perverse, downright dysfunctional love he regards you with, obsessively fawning over you with a steady rhythm in and out, doting on you with his dribbling tip kissing your cervix. Balls deep, fucking you so gently that the bed barely moves under him, a lazy pace to convey how even the slightest touch from you is enough to have him head over heels. And it's always been that way, hasn't it?

Remember how he stole all of your firsts? Your first orgasm, finger fucked out of you during a nightly shared bath, his fixation on his precious little sister already in full swing by then, and how he'd corner you in his room when you'd be too scared to sleep alone at night, knuckle deep in your untouched virgin pussy for him to exploit, to claim as his own. The only one to touch you like this, his breathing growing laboured at the memories he's shared with you. Like your first kiss, robbed from you on a lazy afternoon, a simple stretch over to your pretty face and that was that. Only a quick peck, mind you, though he made sure to make out with you soon after. With you on his big brother lap, two big hands wrapped securely around your lower back— only so you couldn't escape. And, well, it was just so easy to escalate things from there, right? He remembers all too clearly how you'd take to dry humping him whenever you could, eager to explore that good feeling that only big brother's rock hard cock could give you again, and he made damned sure not to let you know how wrong the whole love affair was. Instead, encouraging it. Much like now, how he takes hold of your cute little ass and helps manhandle you into fucking your darling cunt back down on his cock, thrusting with you in tandem, using you like a lil toy because you don't fucking know any better.

And that's for the best, he thinks. For his own selfish desires, for how he wants more than anything to keep you all to himself. Dumb on big brothers cock, drooling all over his bed sheets for him to suck on in secrecy— God he loves you. Every single part of you, the only genuinely good thing left in his world. You wouldn't blame him for getting a little territorial over you, would you? Especially when your cunt sucks him off so well, taking the brutally slow fuck so nicely, only a little whiny when pats your ass as a reprimand for trying to hurry things along.

"Let me enjoy myself." He tuts down at you, yet still, because you're his cute baby sister and because he can never say no to you, he at least drops his hand between two bodies. Thumb immediately finding your puffy little clit like home, how slippery it is with slick already, fuck. He could cum on the spot from just one gasped moan you let slip at his kind treatment, how your hips roll against him with more fervour now that he's rubbing your sensitive spot. See, you should stay with big brother forever. Keep a happy little family, maybe even start your own with him? Oh, you gotta do just that when you're moaning so sweetly on his cock, right? Leaning back a little, he plants a few chaste kisses to your forehead as encouragement.

"It's okay, you're close, aren't you?" He coos down at you, dirty love dripping from his snake tongue at the way you shake and shiver against him in his tight hold, legs tangled with your own to keep you as close as possible to his heart. Can you hear how hard it beats for you? How even now, cock repeatedly buried deep in your tight tiny hole, he still yearns for you. Forever searching for more, staking his claim on you night after night just so that you never forget who you belong to.

"Big brother—!" You moan, unknowing answering his silent ramblings, all high pitched and needy, prompting him to circle your clit a little harder. A little faster. His thrusts growing sloppy only because of how tight your cunt grips him, how your walls attempt to suck him in further at the same time, his mind dizzy with sleep and lust, balls threatening to impregnate his baby sister one lazy morning out of sheer frustration for how good you feel. So close, aren't you? He can fucking taste it, flicking your clit unfairly as he drives his cock against your insides with more purpose, fucking through your tightness in an effort to communicate: big brother is the one making you feel so good, so never leave his side, okay?

A few more fucks, a couple more circles of his thumb, and you're creaming his cock just like he wanted. Grasping onto any part of him your little hands can reach, the feeling of your nails digging into his skin causing him to continue rutting into you through your orgasm, helping you ride it out not because he wants to, but because he can't fucking stop himself from thrusting through it. Hedonistic pleasure rolling down his spine with every convulsion your cunt offers his sensitive cock, balls taut with disgusting need to fill you full of brotherly cum.

He at least helps you finish cumming first though, praising you through the waves with sweet words of encouragement. Good job, baby. He sighs into you, stroking himself off inside your hole with newfound purpose. So proud of you, making big brother feel so good, he whines against your forehead, hips stuttering into you as he soon nears his end. Gonna make y'all mine, kay? he slurs right before shooting fat ropes against your cervix, humping his needy cock in circles as he dumps a load deep in your cunt. Rubbing his shaft along the sides, feeling the sticky cum coat his cock with every thrust, wincing at the feeling of it gushing out of your overstuffed hole when he just doesn't stop cumming. Holding you tight— tighter than before, face smushed against his hard chest as he struggles for air, your body completely encased by his own as he treats you more like a toy to be used than anything resembling love.

But you love that too, don't you?

[caprisunnydays]

The Heart Grows Fawn'der : Chapter 1

Summary : You're an average human living their average (and lowkey miserable life), until suddenly you find you've fallen into hell! Wonder if life in hell with some weird Radio Demon is worse or better then your monotonous life as a cooperate slave...

Word count : 2.9k

Things really couldn’t get any worse. After going to college and getting a degree, you started a standard corporate job that you hoped would lead you to bigger and better things, just the start of your career.  Turns out it was the start of a living hell, an endless cycle of incompetent coworkers shoveling their work off onto you with the promise of “returning the favor” (they never did), hundreds of calls a day with the same condescending customers that your boss refuses to turn away because they can pay a pretty penny, and exhaustion that never seems to fade, even after a weekend of nothing but hermitting in your dingy apartment. The gray walls of your cubicle were stained in your mind even as you mindlessly watched TV in a hopeless attempt of relaxation.

Work. Cry. Sleep. Cry some more. REPEAT. That was your life.

It’s quite possibly the worst way that life could’ve turned out. Sure at least having a stable job and a roof over your head was nice, but it’s all so tiresome. There’s no time for yourself in this colorless routine you’ve found yourself in, and even when there is, every twinge of excitement and joy you used to feel is numbed.

Being off work for the weekend only offers a flicker of relief when you stumble through the door of your home and clumsily kick off your shoes, almost falling in the process. You don’t stop by your kitchen to eat and drag your cumbersome form to the twin-sized bed in the corner of a far too small room, flopping down on it with a creek. A sigh leaves your lips as you groan into the mattress and feel around the side table next to your bed blindly in search of something to knock you out for the rest of the night. After knocking countless items on their side or completely off the table, you grab a medium-sized bottle that rattles with movement. 

Ah, melatonin my love.

Flicking off the cap with your thumb and dumping a handful of the small, white pills in your hand, you sit up and throw a few back in your mouth, washing it down with the day-old water you thankfully didn’t knock over on your sightless scavenge. You repeat the action until all the melatonin is gone. It's a fleeting notion that the amount of pills you just took might have been too much, even with the tolerance you’ve built up over surrendering to the drug countless nights, but they’ve already been swallowed and all you can do is shrug it off. Rolling onto your side with a pained groan, the re-adjustment does little to soothe the ache in your back, and the crick in your neck. You find yourself grappling with the all-too-familiar ache as you succumb to the weight of slumber, feeling your thoughts gently drift away into the realm of sleep.

          The peaceful void offers little comfort when you feel yourself drop.

Hot, rushing wind can suddenly be felt from all sides, a dense suffocating heat despite the rushing of the air flowing past you. Your limbs flail in an attempt to find purchase on a nonexistent wall at the sudden drop. A scream bubbles in your throat but your mouth is stuck shut, along with your eyes as you plummet. Your heart hammers in your chest as the fear of pain when you’ll hit the ground races through your mind, terror spreading like fire throughout your body. 

And then you were still.

The warmth of slightly wet gravel pressed against your skin and you jolted upright, eyes blown and lungs gasping for breath. The air was thick, with an almost spicy taste as you heaved to gain enough oxygen in your lungs to calm down. Your other senses were also being assaulted by the sudden change in the atmosphere as your eyes adjusted to a glowing red sky and sounds of mayhem coming from outside of the alleyway you found yourself in.

An alleyway? You squinted and looked around, finally calming down and processing that you were indeed NOT in the uncomfortably bed that you fell asleep in.

“Speaking of fell what the FUCK.” You whisper screamed as you looked around and down at your scraped-up hands sprinkled with gravel.

You had finally lost it, you thought. A breakdown from stress had finally thrown your mind into the depths of a psychotic episode and you were hallucinating about being in some dystopian world. Anything else must be better than Earth huh?

Eventually, your brain was able to come to terms with the fact that you were somewhere probably not safe and that you should PROBABLY get out of the secluded alleyway you’d been disassociating in for the past 10 minutes. With a huff, you pushed yourself off the ground, wobbling at first, but after a bit of stretching walking without too much trouble.

Peaking your head around the corner of the desolate brick wall of one of the buildings in the alley, you gawked at the seemingly unbelievable picture in front of you. It was a city filled with fire and graffitied pavement, chaos simmering at every turn. Figures of all shapes, sizes, and colors ambled along the streets. In this fantastical scene, some of the beings had horns jutting from their heads, while others had fuzzy ears and tails. Some of the creatures possessed extraordinary features, such as body parts made of otherworldly substances, or even elements like fire and water. The magical energy emanating from these creatures filled the air, leaving you in a state of bewilderment and awe as you beheld this truly otherworldly spectacle.

Your brain was working overtime trying to take everything in, causing you to not notice a tall figure approaching from behind. A crunch of gravel could be heard from behind you, making you whip around as a hand shot out from the darkness to try and grab you. You leaned back with a yelp, causing the person to just miss you. Your eyes barely registered the figure when your legs began carrying you away from the alley and out into the open street. Eyes were drawn towards you, many with a look of surprise and others with a predatory glint that told you you needed to keep going. Humid air burned in your eyes as you sprinted through the bustling street. The blaring of a car horn made you snap your head up and stumble out of the way of the zooming vehicle, tripping into the middle of the road. You sputter, wheezing, trying to stand back up in the dizzying chaos of careless drivers. Ignoring the scrapes littering your body and forcing your legs to push you off the asphalt and back to the sidewalk, your foot getting caught on the curb and throwing you back onto the ground.

“Eugh….” you murmured as you lay, looking up at the red sky. With a weary glance, it was apparent that you had rolled into a different alleyway than the one you originally woke up in.

“Oh, how fun.” You grumble with a deep frown. Wherever you were, it was complete anarchy. The hope of asking someone where you were had fizzled out as soon as you had to run for your life from some demon creature.

Wait…demon? There’s no way that-

“Ya comfy down there toots?” Leaning over you was a lanky anthropomorphic arachnid, a wide smirk that flashed a gold tooth and sharp teeth plastered across its face. Mismatched eyes wandered your form with a mix of amusement and astonishment. It stood back up to its full height, the size of the creature amazing you as he put one of his many hands on his hips and tilted his head, fluffy white hair bouncing as he did.

“No.” You stated, causing the man to bark out a laugh.

           “Eh, I shoulda’ assumed. Anybody waken’ up here is bound to get a bit…” He looked you over, “roughed up. And shit, you look just like a human. Ya all soft and squishy.” He pokes you in the side, making you yelp. You scramble to your feet to get some distance from him and press your back against the wall of a building. He rolls his eyes and leans against the building across from the one your back is to.

With a sigh, he moves his hands in an explanatory manner.

“Surprise, ya died, ya weren’t very good in life so now ya gotta be in hell for the rest of your afterlife, blah blah blah.” His annoyed ramble trails off. He looks back down at you, noticing your befuddled stare.

“Ya look confused, how hard was your fall because I think it’s pretty simple.” He crossed his arms, shifting his weight. “Look I don’t got time for this-”

“Wait no I get it I’m just…not sure what to do now that I’m here.” You admitted, eyes flickering around nervously. Sirens blared in the background of the awkward silence

He scoffs and goes to walk off but pauses. A flash of sympathy, as if he’s looking at a lost puppy, crosses his gaze. He knows you won’t last a day on your own, especially with such a weak form. He sticks out one of his lower arms to offer you a hand, which you take without much hesitation.

“There’s a hotel I’ve been stayin’ at, a girlie there that might know what to do with ya. Wanna come with?” He asks with a strained smile.

It’s not like you have anything better to do, your mind is still reeling from the fact that he just told you that you’re in literal, burning hot, fire and brimstone hell. So you clutched the stranger’s hand and nodded, hope flowing back into your soul. The man looked at you with an uncomfortable frown and tugged his hand out from yours.

“Calm down babe, touchy-feely stuff comes with a price and I betcha ain’t got no money on ya. At least not enough to afford me~” He says with a flourish. “ M’name’s Angel Dust though, how bouts yours?”

You stare at him for a second. Your name? What was it…Shit, you don’t remember. You don’t remember much of anything. Your face scrunches in frustration as you attempt to recall things about your life, the important bits that seem to get fuzzy when you try and look closer at them. It takes you a moment, but you do remember it, just barely, and mutter it out to Angel Dust.

“Nice, now let’s get goin’ before people start tryna eat ya up.” He begins to saunter off, heels clicking along the pavement. With every stride he makes, you find yourself needing to take three steps to keep pace, forcing you to quicken your stride.

The walk to the hotel was spent mostly with awkward silence. Angel Dust tried asking you questions, but things were still muddled in your mind.

Past job? Something in a cubicle.

Lovers left behind? Their faces are all mixed up.

Favorite alcoholic drink? Did you even like the taste of alcohol?

Angel Dust eventually resigned himself to silence, crossing his lower set of arms and using the other ones to fiddle with his phone as you walked along the streets. He had taken the time to vaguely explain that this was Pentagram City (go figure there’s a giant pentagram in the sky), a few things about hell, and the hotel. You gave him a disbelieving sideways glance when he spoke about trying to get rehabilitated at the hotel, considering he was saying that with a flask full of liquor in his hand and was a porn star, but who were you to judge?

You tried asking other things about him but mostly got shut down with sex jokes and innuendos. He seemed like a nice enough guy though, maybe way too horny, but nice enough.

The walk was just short to get the blood flowing through your legs without exhaustion, and long enough to let you know that under no circumstances could you leave what you hoped to be your haven alone. Angel Dust even commented on how weird it was that you hadn’t been turned into a demon. All the sinners that died and fell were given different, but sturdier forms. You protested that you were still a human, but he seemed to dismiss it as an impossible feat.

Coming into view as you began to scale a hill was a tall building with soft yellow lights glowing through the windows. Red bulbs flickered at the very top, spelling out the words “Hazbin Hotel”.

Okay, that name is genius.

The hotel itself is made up of dark reds and browns, all fitting in with the aesthetic of the setting it sits in, along with the lawn art of a pentagram on the front lawn. The exterior of the main building was embellished with light-up arrows that illuminated different areas of the structure. Adjacent to the building, there were additions including a small tower.

“Hopefully Smiles ain’t here, cus he’ll kill ya in less than a second just for the fun of it.” Angel Dust murmurs when he notices you staring at the tower built into the hotel. An “On Air” sign flashes, making him sigh with relief and tug you hurriedly into the hotel.

“Aye Charlie! Got some fresh meat for ya!” He calls out into the lobby. Your jaw drops for the millionth time in an hour when you begin to take in the antique design of the building’s interior. Wine-red walls embellished with gold and mahogany surround you as you step along the previously spotless floors. You purse your lips when you notice you’ve dragged gravel and dirt into the formally clean space. But just as soon as you mourn the polished floor, a broom is sweeping at your feet making you squeak and hop out of the way. A tiny woman with red hair and a singular large eye is scolding you, muttering ‘Clean clean clean floors!’. She dusted the muck into a dustpan before climbing up you with manic laughter.

“A human?! How’d you get down here?” She said with a gleeful smile, continuing to crawl over you and poke at your flesh. Angel Dust grabbed her by the back of her dress and plopped her on the ground next to him.

“Down Niffty.” He joked. A tall girl with blonde hair in a red suit rushed over with a look of disbelief.

“Angel, is that…” She walked over to you, looking you over. Her expression was caught between excitement and concern as she tried to make sense of the short being in her lobby.

“I don’t think they’re ACTUALLY human.” Angel Dust groans dismissively. “That ain’t something that can happen…I assume.” He goes back to looking at his phone.

The girl bites the inside of her cheek, staring down at you contemplatively. “Well, I’m Charlie, and um, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She flourishes her arms and smiles down at you. “It’s my dream to help sinners get rehabilitated, and earn their way into heaven! I’m sure in your case maybe we could…find you a way back to Earth?” She pauses, putting a hand up to her chin. “Do you remember how you died? Or, if you even died? Was there a sin you committed that could have ended you up here in hell?”

You explained that you didn’t remember dying. Of course, you did take a lot of melatonin before bed, but there’s no way THAT’s what killed you.

Ain’t no way I overdosed on melatonin, no way that could happen. Even people that have taken an entire bottle haven’t died, and I REFUSE TO HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT BY SOME DAMN SLEEPING PILLS.

You snapped out of your internal rant when Charlie continued staring at you expectantly. She was waiting to know what sin you committed. Unless you did something in your sleep, or the mess of forgotten memories you couldn’t seem to recall, you had lived a pretty average life. Nothing monumental stuck out that would deem you worthy of eternal damnation, and you sure as hell didn’t believe that you would’ve done something highly immoral. Nevertheless, you were in hell, and maybe you did do something awful that you just couldn’t seem to remember. In the end, something you could remember was the words of a famous drag queen, the straightest thing she’d ever done…

“I killed a guy.” 

Charlie, nor the other people in the room seemed too surprised, or suspicious that you were lying. It was better to try and come off as at least a little threatening than not threatening whatsoever, though you were already losing that battle. Two out of the three people in the room with you were much taller than you, and unlike them, your body was soft, warm, and pumping with human blood which made you much more vulnerable than them.

“WELL THEN,” Charlie exclaimed, “As you know I’m Charlie, that’s Niffty, our maid,” she pointed over to the short cyclops chasing around a bug, “You’ve met Angel, and we have a bar over there and our lovely bartender Husk!” She points at a melancholic cat demon with red feathered wings, who’s chugging a bottle of alcohol. Charlie laughed nervously and continued. 

“Then there’s my girlfriend Vaggie helps me run the place, and I’m sure you’ll come across our facility manager once he’s done with his radio show, Al-”

Out of nowhere, a sudden burst of black smoke erupted amid the group. The air crackled with intense static, and dark tendrils began to slither along the floor, slowly coalescing into the shape of a looming, seven-foot-tall figure. As the figure reached its full height, the darkness dissolved to reveal a chillingly wide, toothy grin with rows of sharp, yellow teeth.

Okay, maybe there ARE worse things than a corporate job.

If you wanna read more, I've got like 10 chapters out right now, figured I'd post it here too! It's a slowburn Alastor x reader if you hadn't gathered that lol, where reader is a human and Alastor is like ooo thats cool.

[rosalyneslover]

BEFORE DAWN

chr: diluc

desc: you and diluc bond over the fireplace.

content: gn!reader, fluff, childhood friend!diluc, albedo’s assistant!reader

wc: 828

The rain hasn't stopped since you stepped foot in Mondstadt. Master Albedo requested that you make a trip to Liyue Harbor to collect some alchemy materials only found in the nation of Geo from a man called 'Zhongli.’ He was a kind gentleman, although a little odd with the old-fashioned way he spoke but that was none of your business. Your business involved the torrential rain that threatened to slip you onto the slimy mud that was stuck to your boots. You knew the Dawn Winery was only a minute's walk away so you decided to head there instead of going straight into the city which saved you from injuring yourself, if that happened, Master Albedo would never forgive himself.

This is how you find yourself heading to the fireplace of the Dawn Winery after Adelinde hurriedly ushered you inside from the rain as she prepares your bath. You find Diluc sitting in his favorite chair in casual clothes; it seems he's getting ready to retire for the night. He nods at you as you approach and you return the gesture with a smile. The clothes he's given you are unsurprisingly comfortable and warm, recognizing them to be Diluc's when he was younger.

"Your room is on the left, next to mine. Your bag is getting dried and the materials are safely stored in the chest in your room," You say your thanks before he sits up, heading up the stairs. You thought he's heading to bed so you decide to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the fireplace. It's cold in the winery, not surprising when it's currently autumn but the rainy season doesn't help the already freezing temperatures.

You turn around when you hear footsteps behind you and you see Diluc carrying a dark gray blanket in his arms. Your eyes widen when he sits down next to you before giving you the blanket to wrap around your freezing form.

"I thought you were headed to bed," You whisper loud enough for him to hear against the continuous sound of rain outside.

"I thought I'd join you for a while, but… if you want to be alone, I could go." Diluc gestures behind him with his thumb, ready to leave if you would just say the word. But then he relaxes when you shake your head at him with a smile, "It's okay. I'd like the company."

A comfortable silence blankets you two. The sound of the embers’ sharp crackling in the fireplace and the rain’s soft tune when it hits the roof tiles mix together to create a beautiful comfy symphony as you and Diluc serve as their audience. Amidst the pleasant atmosphere—there’s still a coldness inside the winery, evident with the way Diluc’s hands shake on his lap. It’s clear he’s trying to hide it with the way he’s curling his hands into fists and the way he every so often uncurls them to fidget with the cotton cloth of his pants. Or… is he nervous?

“You’re cold,” If not for the weather, he would have been offended, thinking that you’re talking about his persona but he only stares at your face in confusion like he wasn’t just rubbing his hands on his pants to warm them up. You laugh at this which only confuses him more.

"You're cold. And this blanket is quite big for one person," You don’t say it directly but with the way he stares at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher, you could say for certain that he knows what you mean. Diluc could feel his face heat up at the thought of him and you under that huge blanket. Together. Close. Touching.

You kind of regret even suggesting the thought when it looks like Diluc is about to burst into flames and rival the flames in the fireplace but then he slowly scoots closer to you like you’re a creature that he wouldn’t want to scare off, maybe thinking that he was going to hurt you. He settles down beside you as he helps you wrap the blanket around his broad shoulders. He visibly relaxes when he doesn't feel the bitter cold biting at his scarred hands anymore. He’s like a large lapdog under the soft amber lighting of the fire especially when he tilts his head when he catches you staring at his face. You both look away from each other with content smiles on your faces.

You weren’t sure how or when you fell asleep but it doesn’t matter when everything you need at that moment is right there with you wrapped in a pretty red bow. Diluc sure feels the same as well.

When the morning light came and shone through the windows of the Dawn Winery, Adelinde could only stare at the two cuddled up over the fire. She smiles and walks out, opting not to disturb them.

It seems Master Diluc found a reason to love again.

— 07/27/22

[melancholyswayafterdark]

I'm so glad I've found an account who still posts about the 2007 tmnt! I love this version so freaking much! If it's okay could you please dona raphael x reader where they head up on the rooftops or something like that and just chill for a bit? Maybe they come across a threat and fight them?

i got you! and no seriously i love tmnt 2007 a lot as well, so i have no problem writing fanfics for it!

TMNT  2007!Raph x GN!Reader: Reminiscent

This works a little like Serendipity, if you haven’t read it, here’s the chapter key:

--- = a flashback is happening or ending (followed by italic text)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or ====

= perspective change

~ = small time skip

Also this is a long-shot because I can and I love 2007 Raph 

2007 Raph is a gem

He thinks you're a gem too btw

After the Curse of Yaotl period, he just wants to sit back for a while. Lay low. Recover before getting back into the swing of things

He regrets that short time where he shut you out while being the Nightwatcher. 

He didn’t want to tell you, but you caught on so well

Plus, you were close enough with Raph to know what he looked like in armor

You tell him one day, that you know

He just looks at you before sighing

“Was it seriously that obvious?”

Yes, yes it is. 

You keep it quiet. You don’t rat your boyfriend out to his family at all. 

Because honestly, Raph is doing great for the city. He’s doing what he’s passionate about, and that’s keeping the city he loves safe. 

After all this is said and done, it ends with him wanting to spend more time with you

In contrast, you want the same

He picks a particular night for a small date, nothing too crazy, just lounging around with you is something he loved

He would never get tired of fighting crime, he lived and breathed being a vigilante with his brothers

But you- he wanted quality time with you

With the one he loves

So when he texts you that he’s outside your window, you smile as you immediately engulf him into the biggest hug you can give

You start by giving him a hard kiss. It’s been a while, he’s been repairing his relationship with his older brother, Leonardo

He’s done with being The Nightwatcher, that’s for sure

But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop crime on his own. Or with you. 

Because as soon as you both decide to sit on the roof, you hear a faint scream coming from below. Once you look down, you see a Purple Dragon member on his own trying to mug an innocent woman

Raph gives you that look, that oh so sexy smile, as in to say, “ready?” 

And you’re ready. He trusts you can handle it. 

It’s a quick save, Raph remains in the shadows yet disabled the PD of his measly pocket knife, and you bring the woman out of the alley, slightly scolding her on the dangers of a dark alley. She thanks you, and heads off

And after that’s done, you both go back up, watching as the cops take the sorry guy away in the back of their car, getting the best seats in the house to see it all go down. 

~

“We ain’t been up here in a while,” Raphael muses, for the first time in a long time, he’s smiling. It doesn’t happen often, that’s for sure. It had been hard for him to maintain your relationship with Leo coming back, the whole shebang. It was stressful, so, so fucking stressful for Raph. 

You remembered the way things were while Leo was gone. How bad it had gotten, how…upset Raph was. He could call it anger, but everyone knew he was upset. He was hurt. How Leo up and left like that. 

“I know,” As you stand up, Raph’s eyes begin to follow your form- something he did often. As if his eyes were meant to land on your face every time you spoke, to catch those moments where your lips curled into a smile or your nose scrunched up in either distaste or confusion. He enjoyed little things about you that he would keep to himself. “Remember? This is where we met.” Right on this rooftop you and Raph decided to sit, feet dangling off the edge like the young teens you used to be a few years back. Meeting the turtles had never been something you regretted. In fact, you wouldn’t know where you’d be in life without them. 

“I remembah. You came out ya window lookin so mad,” With good reason, too. You remember that night like it was yesterday.

---

“Excuse me!” Raphael turned his head, just like the rest of his brothers. They had no idea they had been so loud, but at the same time, they had no idea anyone would even be bold enough to climb out their window and onto the rooftop. But yet, here you were. Hair undone and frizzed, in your loungewear with the fuzziest slippers on, ready for these unknown vigilantes to feel the wrath of Y/n L/n. 

After failing to retreat in time due to how unexpected you came, they just stood. Looking at you, wondering how you would react. Raphael had assumed it would be terribly, and he had to live with scaring yet another human due to his appearance. 

“Look, I have an orgo exam that I’m trying to study for,” You huff, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there are four mutant turtles you’re conversing with, bandanas all different colors. “So would you please kindly…pipe the fuck down?!”

The turtle with the brown eyes and blue bandana smiles warmly, clearing his throat before speaking up. He was the obvious leader.

“Sorry…um…” Leo was still getting new to the talking to random strangers thing. He had only been the official leader for a few months. “We didn’t mean to make that much noise, right, Raph?” The others all look at one turtle. The one in red, who crosses his arms and looks away. It was his fault for making so much noise anyway. 

“Right.” He rolls his eyes, those amber eyes. They seemed to avoid looking at your own. It appeared that each turtle had a distinct color. Raphael’s seemed to fit him the most. He was rebellious, and clearly didn’t follow rules well. But, that didn’t steer you away. 

“Are you struggling in orgo?” The one in purple asks. He can see your clear frustration and stress. Plus, he’s a pro. 

“A lot.” You sigh, “But, s’not like anyone can help at one in the morning.” 

“That’s where you're wrong,” 

And this, dear readers, was the start of a beautiful friendship. This is now Donnie’s second human he’s gotten to actually invite them in and have conversation. The first being April. 

As Donnie helps you study, the other turtles get comfortable.

---

Ever since that night, they had frequented your apartment for a while, before finally letting you meet their sensei. They trusted you that much. 

“You were the hardest to crack,” You say. And, it’s true. After getting to know everyone, Raphael was the last one you got closer with. But, it was for a very particular reason. There was something about you that he found…attractive. It was something he kept to himself for a while. Luckily for Raph, you had started to become attached to him in such a way that strengthened his feelings for you. You wanted to get to know him better. To know the true Raphael. Now, he may seem like a crude turtle and doesn’t show his emotions as much as his other brothers, but it didn’t stop him from trying to get closer to you. 

You had gotten extremely close when Leo left for training, and it seemed you and Raph were conjoined to the hip. The day you both confessed was a fun-filled one. Raph was just so stressed and upset about Leo leaving and oh, you suggested a bike ride to get him to cool down. He convinced you to come with him, and after a long night of rendezvous and absolute mayhem driving around, it ended in a kiss. 

“Remember the whole Winters thing?” You ask, nudging his arm after sitting back down. Raphael scoffs

“Gah, don’t remind me- ‘specially bout that lil’ Jersey fucker,” Raphael vividly remembers the “Jersey Devil” from the diner that truly gave him a run for his Nightwatcher money. He couldn’t believe he got a few hits in on him, either. He was so tiny, but still managed to bang Raph’s head into the fridge. Little shit. 

“I would’ve paid big bucks to see that, Raph.”

“I bet ya would, ya masochist.” He jokes. 

After continuing the conversation for another hour, you realize something about you and your boyfriend. 

You were a perfect match. Sure, every relationship had its ups and downs. But right now, in this moment, you and Raph were undeniably great for each other. It was something about the way you were able to find ways to destress him that didn’t involve punching something, and he was able to take you out of your comfort zone and from being cooped up in you apartment. You both had longed for someone that would be able to help, and luckily for you, that someone was sitting right beside you. 

“It’s,” The temperature dropped since being outside, causing Raph to shift uncomfortably. Stupid reptilian characteristics, “It’s getting cold, how about we…”

“If ya suggest a chick flick again I will sit out ‘hea and freeze ta death.” 

“You know me so well,” You say, “But not this time, how about we order suspiciously cheap take-out and watch a shitty horror movie instead?

“And that’s why I love ya, thinkin’ the same as me.” Raph gives you a quick kiss on the lips before getting up, his hand extending for you to take. As you gracefully do, he smiles at your wrist, you still have on the fabric of his old bandana. He wanted you to have something of his as you gave him something of yours. He thought you wouldn’t like it, but having something that constantly reminds you of Raph around your wrist is exactly what you wanted. And as you head toward your unlocked window to enjoy another night with your boyfriend, you can’t help but gaze at him. 

He loves you. Raph loves you. He isn’t the most romantic, but he tries. He tries so hard. Like cuddles on the couch as you click a random horror movie on Netflix, sharing chinese food together. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

~

“I missed this,” You say, watching the credits roll after the movie. It was terrible, by the way. But between yours and Raph’s commentary throughout, it made it 10x less shitty. He hums in agreement, only for him to pull you closer. 

“Ya know I ain’t the best at apologizin’, but…”

“You don’t have to apologize, Raph.” You say as you turn to him, “It was a difficult time for you and the others. What matters is that you and Leo are cool again.” You were right. Family comes first. Raph especially knows this.

“At least it’s over,” Placing a kiss on his forehead, knowing it’s something he secretly loves. 

You were right again.

===

It’s over. Everything could go back to the way it was, with him and Leo being as close as ever. Though Raphael would never say it out loud, he thinks that Leonardo is a great brother and leader. He understands his burden, and now knows to not hound him or put him through any extra stress. Splinter made no mistake in making the one in blue the leader of his brothers. It was simply meant to be.

And now that he’s all good with you and Leo, Raphael- who rarely smiles- smiles to himself. He smiles as you get up to turn off the light and TV, feeling you cuddle up against his chest, your hair tickling his neck when you finally get in a comfortable position. He listens to your soft breathing, before you drift off into sleep.

“I love you too, by the way.”

He smirks, though it’s unseen by you or anyone who may be watching. 

He just can’t wait to show you how much he loves you the next time he comes over.

//

Taglist:

@bee-1n-space

Masterlist

[terabyteturtle]

Fighter #04 - Samus

- Samus loves going for midnight strolls and watching the stars at night. She finds it peaceful and relaxing, which isn't very common when you're living in a mansion with almost a hundred people.

- For Christmas, she bought a giant telescope for everyone's stargazing delight. It sits happily on the roof's balcony with a perfect view of the sky.

- She wants a hamster, but knows Ridley will just break into her room and eat it. If she were able to get one, she'd name it Biscuit. Samus loves all her friends in Smash, but she wants something to love and care for on the outside. She thinks it would be comforting and healthy for someone as jaded as she is, but that's a wish that won't come true. Unless Ridley were to mysteriously disappear...

- No, as much as she wanted that to happen, it would cause disorder within the mansion. On top of that, it would be too easy to figure out that it was her. 

- Samus, Fox, and Falco talk about their space travels a lot. Well, actually Fox and Falco do all the talking while she listens to them bicker like a married couple. Samus doesn't mind, though. She finds it hilarious.

- She's an excellent repairwoman. The Chozo taught her everything she needed to know about fixing things. She can easily repair her suit and is often called to help when ROB needs a repair.

- Samus is always fine-tuning her Zero Lazer in case Ridley attempts mass genocide. If that dubious creature tries to kill everyone, she wants to be ready to fight him.

- She is a very light sleeper. Seriously, this woman will wake up at the drop of a hat. She's the first to wake up whenever anyone (ahem, Donkey Kong) gets up for a midnight snack.

- She's considering adding more types of lasers to her arsenal. After all, it wouldn't hurt to mix things up a bit. It would definitely serve as a shock to Ridley during their next fight, and everybody knows Samus will do anything to gain the upper hand.

- For the most part, Samus salutes with her left hand, since her right is covered by her laser/missile launcher.

- When she first met Falco, she originally thought he was one of the Chozo people, but a weaker, less cool version. Falco's ego definitely suffered a blow from that one.

- She's somewhat of a mother figure to the younger fighters, always watching out for their safety and giving them stern warnings when they do something dangerous.

- Peach is like a sister to her. They've both been in Smash for a long time, so it's only natural that they formed a close bond with one another. They'll frequently go for walks or have picnics outside together. Jigglypuff usually tags along as well.

- She's trying to teach Toon Link how to do a cartwheel. Spoiler alert---it's actually going really well. Samus is a good teacher, despite her cold and aloof attitude. 

- Despite her usually quiet manner, Samus is actually a great storyteller. Her extraterrestrial tales are out-of-this-world (ha, get it?).

- When Samus first joined Smash, she wasn't much of a talker, but she warmed up eventually.  With every new iteration of Smash and every new addition to the roster, she always starts out quiet and solitary, but slowly warms up to the newcomers over time.

- Back in the Brawl days, Wario accidentally misgendered her when they first met. Under normal circumstances, she would just remove her helmet and calmly point out that she was a woman. But she was in a bad mood that day, so instead, Wario received a full-powered Charge Shot to the gut. A few hours later, she went to his room (without her helmet on) and apologized. Now, there are no hard feelings between them.

- Falco and Snake really want to join her on her next bounty hunt. Falco says that he wants to embark on a new adventure. As for Snake, she doesn't really know. Every time she asks why, he kinda dodges the question. At first, Samus is reluctant, but the more she thinks about it, the more she warms up to the idea. Both of them can handle themselves and it'd be nice to have friends with her (not to mention, it would make the job easier). She would add lasers to their weapons whether they liked it or not. Samus has no tolerance for complaints. It's either she adds the lasers or they're not coming at all.

- One time during a battle, she used a Poke Ball and Deoxys came out. Thinking it was an evil alien, Samus started shooting at it. Becoming angry, Deoxys turned on her and Hyper Beamed her off the stage. She acted indifferent after she found out it was a Pokemon, but deep down, she was a little embarrassed. Sonic won't let her live it down, and neither will Deoxys.

- When winter comes, beware—she is amazing at snowball fights. She and the Ice Climbers will destroy everyone without hesitation.

- Samus always gets put on trash duty, but never complains about it. It’s a rare chance to get away from the mansion’s chaos, even if only for a few seconds.

- Surprisingly, she gets cold pretty easily. During the winter, especially when it’s snowing, she always wears at least four layers of jackets, two layers of pants, three pairs of socks, and heavy-duty boots. If the cold ends up bothering her, Snake will use this as an excuse to wrap an arm around her. Despite his experience in stealth, he is awful at being smooth. He thinks he's being sneaky about it, but he's really not. Samus just pretends not to notice to give him the satisfaction (honestly, she doesn’t mind it too much).

- Samus added a fire extinguisher to her suit just in case of emergency. As she’s said to the fighters, it’s better to be safe than sorry. That being said, if a fire does happen, she smothers it like crazy. Even if the fire is completely gone, she’ll spray it for a few more seconds to ensure that it doesn’t come back.

- Samus, Jigglypuff, Peach, and Daisy all have this thing called Smoothie Sunday. Every Sunday morning, they’ll make smoothies, perch up on the balcony, and talk about whatever comes to mind. No one is allowed to interrupt Smoothie Sunday, and if they do, Jigglypuff will not hesitate to slap them off the roof.

- Samus grew up with Chozo technology, so she's still figuring out how to use Earth tech. Snake is happy to help her out with it.

- She’s accidentally punched people more times than she can count. Unfortunately, Samus suffers from both PTSD and paranoia, so when she gets startled, her first instinct is to fight.

- She’s actually really good at tennis. Her skill rivals Mario’s. Samus, Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina are the ideal tennis squad, with Jigglypuff waving around pom-poms and cheering them on from the sidelines.

- She and Snake were watching an action movie together once, and Samus made the mistake of commenting that she found the lead guy attractive. Usually, she would never be so open about something like that, but she considered Snake a friend, so she just said it without thinking. Well, she learned not to say something like that again, because Snake became bitter for the rest of the night (he won’t admit it, but he got a little jealous).

- She loves watching old 90s cartoons. They remind her of her childhood. She makes references to them all the time and nobody understands them aside from Snake.

- Samus loves spicy food! She could probably eat a ghost pepper without having the slightest reaction. Whenever the spicy curry appears on stage, she gets super excited and will make a break for it. She’s given bruises to so many fighters because she just wanted spicy curry.

- Her favorite Song from the Smash soundtrack is the Brinstar theme from Melee. It's just a wicked cool song, in her opinion. She's mad that they cut it in half though, that kinda ruined her jam.

Note: I apologize for the lateness! I was pretty busy this week, but I promise I'll have next week's headcanons posted on time! Next up is Samus' evil counterpart, the dark Phazon creature.

[obeythebutler]

Helllooo Rosh! I saw that your request is open so I'll like to request for prompt 10 with Luci if that's okay with you🥺 Also is it possible to make it fluff I really don't wanna cry🥺 Also take your time with the requests yeah! Always rest and stay hydrated!!! I really enjoy reading your works!!!

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

The exchange student has got the habit of falling asleep on the couch in the living room.

One arm hanging from the furniture, a leg threatening to touch the floor. Sometimes you sleep in the most uncomfortable of positions, and bury your face in the pillows.

You don't understand how you haven't managed to fall on the floor yet—or woken up complaining of pain in your body; falling asleep like this is bound to have an effect.

And why there's a blanket pooling in your lap when you sit up in the morning.

A certain demon knows the answer to that.

On nights when the exchange student isn't in their room, the eldest demon sets out to the living room, where's he's sure you will be found asleep.

Signing, he mutters to himself—finding one leg and one arm hanging from the couch, and with your head threatening to be in the same state, too.

With a gloved hand on the back of your head, the demon manoveurs your form back on the couch, head safely placed on a cushion that was conjured with magic. With your arms and legs by your side, and not under the threat of falling again, Lucifer adjusts the blanket that he's been carrying for such nights.

When the demon makes the move to retrieve his hand, an arm shots out and grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging him down.

He nearly lets out a noise at the sudden movement, but he finds his hand on your cheek, and your own hands covering his gloved one.

Crimson eyes gaze at your form, and the demon's gaze softens as he takes in the scene before him.

You—asleep, with the blanket that Lucifer got for you. Your hands covering his own gloved one, and a sleepy mumble spilling past your lips.

He's a demon, one that could easily crush bones and the hardest of metals with his hands alone. Tear them apart like they were nothing in the first place to begin with. Lucifer's feared, by those around him and those who have heard of him. Such a formidable demon, the Avatar of Pride, and yet you are holding his hand and placing it on your cheek in the haze of slumber.

You trust him.

Maybe more then you should.

Lucifer smiles, his shoulders deflating as he accepts his fate and kneels down.

“I'm a demon," He mumbles, maybe to himself. “I'm not be trusted, neither are my kind. And yet you place your hand over my own and hold with me with such gentleness that I can't help but fall victim to myself.”

He chuckles. “What am I going to do with you?”

Gently unfurling your fingers from his hand, the demon's hands linger on your own for a moment too long, and the blanket is readjusted.

His hair falls in his face as the demon leans forward to place a kiss on your head. “You have no idea how much I love you,” He mumbles, and closes his eyes.

“So you're the blanket placer.”

The demon's eyes shoot open wide immediately.

“You were awake this whole time?”

“Of course,” You sit up, the fabric pooling in your lap. “Heard every word, Lu.”

“Why did you not sleep in your room?”

You smile at the flustered demon. “Being tucked in is rather nice.”

Lucifer crosses his arms. “Then I suppose my services won't be needed anymore, would they?”

“If me falling asleep outside my room is what takes you to tuck me in, then I'm falling asleep in your room next.”

The demon's rednning cheeks give him away.

“Or the roof.”

“Must you make life even harder for me?”

"By all means, yes.”

Lucifer huffs, adjusting his posture. He turns around, having been caught in the act, but you stop him again.

“I heard what you said when you kissed me on my forehead,” Your eyes are mischievous. “Won't you want me to return the favor?”

The look Lucifer gives you has you chuckling, and so you get up to give him a kiss.

[your-stoat-stands-unopposed]

I don't know how much sense this makes since the cards don't really manifest as real animals, exactly, and in-game you never engage with stoat!P03 outside of Leshy's campaign, but if it's at all possible, could you write the reader patching up an injured stoat? Or, if that's too much, maybe P03 realizing mid-campaign that the challenger is sick or hurt and trying to fix that? Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Oh!!! Thank you dear, this means a lot to me 🥺 Both ideas sound super fun, but I decided to go with the first one!

Being Buddies.

Pairings: None

Warnings: Injured animals, mentions of blood, but it's not gory or anything. It's kinda angsty, kinda sweet, gen stuff about the challenger fixing up (what they think is) a talking animal.

Summary: You're missing a creature. And considering it's the only one you've met that can talk, it's quite a noticeable loss.

This forest is cold, and this forest is dark. It's no place for you to have been sleeping, never mind the poor creatures that surround you, sitting up and gazing questioningly at you as you stand.

You don't know how long you've been asleep for... after your battle with that Trapper fellow the other night, you had figured you and your beasts all needed a long sleep; it had been a disturbing encounter at best, and for some of your animals, a damn well dangerous one at worst.

Slowly, carefully, you take note of how your creatures are. Gently, you reach out a hand to each of them in turn; earning a light nuzzle against your hand from your poor cat as you scratch behind its ear, a tired whine from your wolf as you pat its head, a quiet chitter from your raven as you pet its wing.

So far, everyone seems to be in decent form; well enough to set out and continue your journey, at least... but you can't help but notice something's amiss.

You're missing a creature.

And considering it's the only one you've met that can talk, it's quite a noticeable loss.

A frown crosses your features, and you begin to look around. You don't have a name for the little stoat - you haven't had time to name your creatures, not with all this madness going on around you - so you resort to the age-old classic technique of clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth to try and get its attention.

The best result you get from that is a decidedly confused 'baa' from your black goat.

You carefully examine the area, looking for any holes in the ground, any rocks it could've hidden behind. Stoats aren't exactly big animals, and yours seems to have a habit of falling asleep at random, so you don't imagine it could've gotten very far...

Rounding a tree, you find your suspicions are correct; but at the same time, you find yourself flinching from what you see.

It's amazing how this stoat seems to look angry at all times. Even when it's laying on the ground, a patch of its fur missing and a gnarly bloody wound on its underside, it still manages to look less like it's pained and more like it's insulted.

"Go. Away."

You sigh, kneeling down to be closer to the creature, reaching out a hand. Immediately, it tries to roll onto its stomach to hide its wounds; but it doesn't get very far, crying out in pain and frustration.

"Leave me alone... I mean it!"

"I can't do that," you say, reaching into the bag you've taken to carrying with you. "You'll die."

It huffs a laugh, though the sound isn't a happy one. "Wouldn't be the first time."

You... don't quite know what that means. Considering the animal's state, you chalk the strange statement up to blood loss. "Just stay still and let me help you," you murmur, bringing out a roll of bandages.

"What do you mean, 'help me?'" Its eyes aren't on you; its head is rested against the ground, and it's staring blankly ahead with all the indifference of something that's absolutely given up. "Let's say you do manage to fix me. Great. Cool. That means I can fight for you some more, get beaten up some more, probably die, and still be stuck in this foul place."

The poor thing sounds so... defeated. For a moment, your mind casts back to when you'd first met the stoat; to when it had first spoken to you, to when it had told you there was a way out of this place.

To when it had given you hope, during a time you'd felt scared and hopeless.

"...There's a way out," you say idly, cutting a strip of the bandage off, holding it up as you gauge if it's the right size or not. "For both of us."

You glance at the creature out of the corner of your eye, to find it now staring back at you, eyes slightly widened.

"You... remembered what I told you," it says slowly, as though it hadn't expected such a thing. For a moment, the animal looks genuinely surprised... before it scoffs, its usual demeanour returning. "Oh, what an honour."

A slight chuckle escapes you, and you move closer in preparation to start your work. "Don't maul me, okay?"

"Look at me. Do I look like I could hurt you right now?"

...It has a point.

Carefully, very carefully, you wrap the poor little thing in bandages. You only wish you had some kind of antiseptic medicine or disinfectant or something; whatever had happened, it looked severe.

"I didn't notice this happening..." you say, your voice tinged with regret and sympathy.

"...Don't beat yourself up about it," the Stoat mumbles. "The Trapper got a hold of me after you'd went to sleep for the night. Something something 'if I can't get that fine wolf's pelt, then stoat pelt will have to do,' or whatever."

It's not something you mean to do, but you can't help but chuckle at the creature's impression of the strange individual. It was surprisingly accurate...

"You like that?" The stoat sounds just a bit more lively. Idly, you wonder if it's proud of itself. "Heh. When you've heard someone speak a million times, you get pretty acquainted with how they speak. Too acquainted, by now..."

Your hands tie up the bandages, making sure the animal's stomach is entirely covered. "We'll get through this. We both will," you assure it, reaching your pinky out to gently stroke its head.

It gives a huff, but... you're pretty sure you can feel it leaning into your finger.

"Do you reckon you can stand?" you ask. "I'll carry you if you can't--"

"I'm fine," the creature interjects, little paws settling flat on the ground, limbs trembling as it tries to stand itself up. "I'm... mostly fine." It takes a shaky step forward, and then another, and then... promptly falls down onto its now bandaged-up stomach. "Ow. Yeah, I'm probably not fine. Carry me."

Nodding, you very carefully scoop the little thing up... With the way you've tied the bandages, you idly realise it looks vaguely like a gift-wrapped present with a bow on top; you're suddenly quite glad it can't see, since you've no doubt it would've given you a tongue-lashing for that.

You hold the stoat carefully in one arm, slinging your bag across the other shoulder, and you steadily stand once more. "You ready to go, buddy?"

It had closed its eyes at some point, but one of them peeks open to look up at you. You're not sure how, but it seems to be frowning. "...'Buddy?'"

You shrug helplessly... "Felt like a 'buddy' moment," you give a little laugh.

You didn't know stoats could roll their eyes; but mind you, you didn't know they could talk before you met this one either, so you shouldn't be surprised. "I'm more than ready to get out of here. So ready."

"Then let's go."

Slowly, you begin the walk back to the rest of your creatures. You're quite ready to get out of this place yourself... Although the journey has been exciting, and you've made a few great animal buddies, you're also looking forward to getting back to safety.

...As you walk, you're quite sure you can hear a very quiet, barely mumbled 'thank you' from the bandaged-up bundle in your arms.

You choose not to say anything about it.

(That's something else the creature would no doubt give you a telling-off for if it knew.)

[in-superbloom]

did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? (a.i.)

right where you left me: prologue

pairing: ashton irwin x olivia jones (oc)

warnings: uhh a kinda grieving theme i guess? but no deaths. it has a sad tone overall, but nothing major (in this chapter hehe). foul language because i can't help myself. the tiniest mention of alcohol, but as a memory. think i should probably warn you that this contains a very sad ash. also not much dialogues. this is mainly for explanation and introduction, but very important for the story. if you find anything else that might be triggering, please let me know so i can add it here !!

author's note: oof okay. so. this is the prologue of a series very very dear to my heart that i've been working on for what it feels like my whole life but really it's been just a few months. but i'm in love with the story (which rarely happens with my own writing) so i hope you can enjoy it too !! this is also my very first time posting a fic since 2013 so pls keep that in mind <3 no i am not shaking as type this ofc not also: although i have the full story ready in my head, this is the only chapter that's written. i wanted to wait until i had at least a few ready before posting this but i'm too anxious for that lmao just saying this bc it will take a good while until i have any more chapters, so <3 (p.s.: i went over this thing a million times since may so if you find any errors pls look away, i'm not fixing this thing anymore. thanks <3)

another note: anna from the future here to say that i completely forgot about the playlist i made for the story lmao here it is in case you're interested k thanks bye <3

credits: title is from taylor swift's song right where you left me. model in the picture: paola locatelli. banner by me.

i also wanted to take a minute to thank some really nice friends that i've made here over these past few months & that i'm extremely grateful for @wastelandcth @suchalonelysunflower @littledrummerangie i cannot thank you babes enough for inspiring me the way that you do & for letting me yell about this to you && for encouraging me so much 🥺 i'll never be able to explain just how much this means to me, so i'll have to settle for saying thank you at any change that i can get <3 i love you all 💜 also gem my baby, thank you for the inspo with the banner 💚

@bluesdelis look babe i did it 😌 you know how grateful i am for you & for you letting me have a breakdown every week about my writing for the past 8 years so let's not dive into that or else i will write something bigger than this prologue jsjsjdjd love you 🖤

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Cold. That was the first thing that Olivia’s brain processed.

Still with her eyes closed, she buried herself more into the duvet, while her arm blindly reached for the furnace in human form that she calls boyfriend. However, as soon as her arm was only met with cold sheets, her eyes shot open.

Blinking the sleep away, she sat up on the bed, searching for the infamous red clock resting on Ashton’s bedside table that was supposed to look like a vintage alarm clock. Olivia had ordered it online at an auction website a couple of years back, as a gift for his 23rd birthday, since it was something he had mentioned multiple times prior that he was looking for, but still hadn't found. But when it finally came in (two weeks after the due date), it looked nothing like the picture she saw on the website. Feeling beyond frustrated, she wanted to send it back immediately and ask for a refund and maybe leave a not so polite review on the seller's page. But Ashton stopped her right away, laughing like the situation was absolutely hilarious to him, while saying, 'I like it, it’s quirky'. So, the clock stayed and found a home right next to him in their room.

Some days, however, she would wake up at some ungodly hour because of the blaring noise of the only ringtone the clock had. But whatever annoyance she could feel towards the object, it always vanished as soon as she felt Ashton's lips gently touching her face in a good morning kiss before he would get up to start his day, leaving her to catch some more hours of well deserved sleep.

As the furthest from a morning person as a touring musician could possibly be, Olivia had always feared that living under the same roof as Ashton would turn her into an early bird like him, but she's thankful that it never happened (not that he needs to know about that).

When she sees the red clock, she smiles at the sudden but welcome memories of them flooding her foggy brain, but frowns slightly when she realizes it reads 12:13 pm. Ashton rarely lets her sleep past 10 am.

Gathering all her strength and will, she rises up from the bed, smoothly picking up a grey wool sweatshirt from the chair (way too baggy on her slim body, but it smells like him), pulling it over her head and relishing on the soft material warming up her body. Making her way to the door and calmly going down the stairs, she can’t help but stop for a minute to admire the picture frames on their walls, one in particular catches her attention – probably one of the most prized pictures and memories they had. It felt older than it actually is, but it was around 4 years ago, she's sure – a little while after the two of them met. The picture was of their group of friends that still remains the same: Ashton and his best friend, Luke; Olivia, her best friend, Calum and their old hometown friend, turned into Calum’s new friend at college, turned into everyone’s friend, Michael; and her then newly band members, Suki, Eli and Ravi. Together, their group was the life of the party through all their college years, and it showed by the big smiles and drinks in hands they all had in the picture. It was a very special night, the first time Olivia’s little band played for the public – for a small audience sure, but it was a wonderful night nonetheless. What a long road it had been since that night.

Her nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by a shiver that went through her whole body, and it made her realize how oddly cold the whole house was, not only their bedroom. Which, granted, it was November in New York and the weather was just getting colder, but that’s exactly why Ashton always made sure to keep the house warm enough. As much as she loved the chilly season, the warm weather always reminded him of his hometown, and who was she to deny him that?

The smell of fresh made coffee could be sensed even before she reached the kitchen. Arriving there, the curly haired woman still found no signs of her boyfriend, so she went straight after the coffee maker pot sitting on the far left corner of the cream marble counter. Smiling softly at the tons of memories of Ashton's sleepy figure making their favorite beverage, she reached for a coffee mug on the cupboard on top of the counter and poured the remainder of the hot liquid on it (it's her favorite mug, if she must choose – it was a gift from a fan, and it had printed on it a collage of the pictures of her and Ashton that were posted on social media through their first year of relationship).

Moving to the glass doors that lead to the mini garden they cultivate, she didn't have to open them to spot the 6-feet-tall man sitting on a bench outside, looking oddly small in his oversized clothes, coffee mug tightly held between strong hands. Something about his figure made Olivia frown, however: he was staring with an unwavering look at her small but eye-catching pot of yellow daffodils that were almost as much of a pet to them as Stitch at this point. Sensing that there’s something definitely off about his semblance, she made a mental note to talk to him and find out what’s wrong later. So she goes back to the kitchen, knowing that he might need this quiet and private moment for himself.

She lost count of the minutes that went by (couldn't have been more than five) before she hears the garden's door opening and closing, and then his bare feet are dragging his brawny body to her. Except, he goes over to the sink, walking right through her, not showing any sign that he even saw her hunched figure over the counter table in the middle of the room.

Alright, someone's in a mood.

Olivia tries to swallow the annoyance already bubbling inside her – he knows how much she hates to be ignored, no matter how mad he might be – by trying to think of what she can say that won't piss him off. This is always a hard feat to accomplish when Ashton gets in these moods, but there’s a reason for them to work so well together.

“I missed my favorite body heater when I woke up,” she says in her best sweet voice, knowing how quickly his resolve crumbles when he hears that voice.

Still, no reaction.

That settles a worry at the pit of her stomach, because Ashton is never like this. Even when he's not in the mood to talk, he always gives some kind of reaction to her words; it doesn't matter how small, just enough to make her feel acknowledged.

When he's finished washing his mug and the few scattered dishes across the sink – she noticed that he already had lunch, if the lone plate in the drying rack is anything to go by –, he dries his hand in a towel, turns around and throws it on top of the same counter Olivia was leaning up against. Once again, he walks away not even sparing her a look.

Indignant, she leaves the now empty coffee mug on top of the table and follows him as he walks up the stairs, any determination to not aggravate his mood now well gone.

“Hey! In case you didn't notice, I'm right here. Whatever got you in this sour mood, I'm certainly not to blame, so can you stop being a child now and talk to me?!”

Ashton just keeps walking – more like sluggishly dragging his body – until he reaches their bedroom and suddenly stops just merely two feet inside the room, looking around with vacant eyes; like he was expecting to see something that wasn't there.

“Okay, that's really mature of you. Are you planning on ignoring me all day then?” Olivia questions exasperated, staring angrily at the back of his neck, where the condor tattoo lives – her favorite of his, but that sight doesn't bring her any peace today like it usually does.

Her glare only breaks when she hears the familiar sound of dog tags swaying on her right side. Shifting her gaze to the direction of the sound, Olivia notices Stitch, their small, black & white French bulldog – who she thought was outside in the garden – slowly trudging his way from around the bed until he stops at Ashton's feet, looking up at one of his humans with sad eyes. That realization only makes the worry in her stomach grow uncomfortably.

“Hi buddy,” Ashton's voice cracks a bit from the lack of use, but he smiles softly at the sweet dog, and crouches down to pet him.

Olivia can't help but gasp as she notices three things all at once that leave her overwhelmed: first, how she didn't even notice Stitch was in the room when she woke up – which never ever happens, in fact, most days he wakes her up whenever he deems her bedtime as finished and can't ever contain his excitement when she finally gets up; second, how the windows blinds are closed, which, again, rarely occurs under their roof, not if Ashton can help it. And third, how sad and melancholic the whole scene in front of her is – how sad and melancholic Ashton is. Pointless to say by now – that's also a very rare occasion.

A chill creeps up Olivia's spine, putting her body into high alert and also serving as a reminder of how everything looks out of place today. Trying to keep her head from spiraling down way too soon, she wraps her arms around herself and crouches down beside her two favorite boys, trying once more.

“Ash? Can you hear me?” even with her throat closing, she softly asks, purposefully putting her face in Ashton's point of view. Her only answer is the low whispers he's letting out to Stitch, while cradling the tiny dog in his arms, spreading gentle kisses on his head.

“I know, bud, I know. I miss her too,” is the only whisper she could understand and immediately wishes she hadn't. The weak wail that comes from Stitch's throat seems to fit perfectly with how the three of them feel.

Ashton then looks up and for a couple of seconds, and Olivia can swear he’s staring right into her eyes. But when he shows no reaction, she knows he’s just staring ahead and not at her, with that look that says there’s too much going on inside his head. She feels the urge to embrace him and get him to talk about whatever is on his mind, so they can share that weight like they always do, but when Ashton gets up from the ground and settles on the bed with Stitch, Olivia can physically feel the crack in her heart caused by the feeling she’s left with.

While Ashton is pulling the duvet over him and the dog, with clearly no intentions of getting up anytime soon, Olivia stands up on her feet with a new-found determination – she needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

This nightmare had to be just that, right? Nothing but a very vivid dream – she's had those before. Scary sure, but they always go away, and soon enough she's back into Ashton's arms, with Stitch jumping on the bed ready to lick their faces off. She just needs to wake herself up from whatever fucked up dream this is – right?

She's running down the stairs this time, frantically in search of something, of what exactly, she doesn’t know – but she knows she needs an answer. The more she looks for something, the more desperate she gets, not knowing what to look for. Then suddenly, something catches her eyes.

The white and blue calendar that's held up by magnets on the side of the fridge. She knows their calendar is red and yellow. They got it from their favorite flower market. Slowly, as if scared of what it might be there – “It's just a calendar, for fucks sake” – she approaches the damn thing. Upon inspection, she deems it as a normal calendar – she really doesn't know what she was expecting – until.

She knows what's wrong with it now.

It's November. She knows it, because the Asian and last leg of her first world tour is about to begin November 21st, eleven days from today. Right after Mike's birthday, she knows this.

Then why does the calendar say today is January 14th?

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Ashton woke up with a jolt. He quickly sat up, frightening the little Frenchie that was asleep right next to him on the bed. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, he roughly rubbed his face to get some sleep off of it and soon reached for the dog that was staring at him with sleepy but sad eyes. Ashton is sure Stitch understands far more than a dog is supposed to understand about their current situation.

The room is covered in shadows, almost pitch black, but he can see the sunlight even through the thick dark grey blinds covering up the windows. Ashton knows he won't be able to sleep again at that moment, so he gets up from the bed – much slower than he used to. His heartbeat is still out of control because of the nightmare that woke him up, but he can't bother to pay attention to it when Stitch is softly wailing beside him. Ashton lets out a ghost of a smile when the dog rests his head on his right upper thigh, looking up at him with an expression Ashton knows all too well.

“C'mon you little ravenous creature, let's feed you,” the bulldog excitedly jumps to the ground, already running his way down the stairs, not even waiting for Ashton to get up.

That gets a real smile out of him, but it vanishes as soon as he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It reads 5:13 am, nothing out of the ordinary for him. But that small and inoffensive clock, with its red paint peeling off, holds a lot of memories for him. Memories that two months ago would bring joy to his heart, but now he almost wants to throw the object across the room.

It was a stupid thing, really. He had been wanting a vintage alarm clock and Olivia got one for his birthday. But the product they received was definitely not the one she bought, and if he's being honest, he didn't like it as much as he made out to. But seeing her so excited in the weeks before it arrived, and how disappointed she was when it did, he couldn't help but try his best to make her smile that luminous smile again. It's part of his nature by now.

That's also the reason why he lets her think that he doesn't notice when she wakes up at some ungodly hour (her words, not his) along with him, because of the annoying and only sound the alarm clock is able to produce. He always leaves soft kisses in every inch of bare skin he can find on her sleeping figure, so she goes back to the dream land and doesn't wake up before 10 am. No one wants to deal with that kind of bad humor, not even him.

As much as he likes being a morning person and absolutely enjoys her company in the mornings, he knows she'll take any and every extra hour of sleep she can get before starting the day. And that's why he loves that she's so stubborn that his early bird tendencies never got to her – he knows she feared that this would happen when they moved in together, but he met her like this, fell for her like this. He wouldn't change a single thing about her.

Ashton drags himself out of the bed, wincing slightly at how cold the wooden floors are under his bare feet. He doesn't bother putting some socks on, or a sweater – the cold weather in the house is uncharacteristically comforting to him. Nothing feels warm without her anyway.

While descending the stairs, he mentally curses himself for not being strong enough to look past the picture frames on the wall. One in particular catches his eyes – a picture from the night of Olivia's first concert with her band. The memories of that night are still painfully vivid in his mind: the laughter among their group that eventually infected everyone at the pub, Suki and Luke's first kiss and the silly smile that didn't leave his best friend's face all night, the standing ovation Olivia got after her three-songs set, and her captivating and breathtaking smile that made him realize right then and there, while watching her sway to the music, that he was definitely falling in love with her and there was nothing he could do to stop it – not that he wanted to.

So many memories held up on that wall, in the relatively short time since they met, that he can't help but wonder if that's all they'll get in this lifetime.

Ashton is abruptly taken out of his thoughts by Stitch's barks coming from the bottom of the stairs. He quickly jogs down the few steps left and goes straight after the dog's food in the kitchen's cabinet. After Stitch starts to happily devour his breakfast, Ashton goes to make his coffee, doing enough for two people like he always does, since Calum drops by most days for a chat or to drop Duke before going to work. Although all three of them know he just can't bother to make food for himself in the morning, while Ashton is the group's elected chef. Ashton always says he just needs a boyfriend – Olivia says Calum already has one who makes him breakfast every day.

He grabs an apple from the fridge and makes his way outside to their garden. Even though a lot of their memories took place there, the garden is the only space in the house where he doesn't feel like suffocating all the time. At least here, he can breathe some fresh air and look at the sky when he's feeling overwhelmed – which is basically all he's been doing for about a month now.

Yet, a lot of the garden has Olivia's name written all over.

He remembers vividly the day she came home after spending two weeks in LA doing some pocket shows, with a pack of daffodil seeds and the largest smile. She excitedly told him that a friend gifted it to her when she mentioned the little garden they were planning to build together at their new house. The friend told Olivia that daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, so as the good lover of symbolism that she is, Olivia loved the idea of having those flowers to symbolize their new beginning.

Ashton, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of the flowers at first – he just didn't see the appeal to them. But nonetheless, he indulged her, letting Olivia plant the seeds near the bench they used to sit during the quiet and unrushed afternoons, so they could admire the sunset, and she could happily look at the daffodils.

Pointless to say – the damn flowers grew on him.

Now, however, looking at them without Olivia and her contagious joy next to him, they were back to be as dull as they were before, if not more so.

Still lost inside his head without any sense of how much time went by since he sat down, Ashton doesn't hear the front door closing, and doesn't notice that he's no longer the only person inside the house until someone sits next to him on the bench. Yet, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement to them.

A few minutes go by before either of them speaks up.

“Luke said you didn't go to see her yesterday,” Calum starts softly, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the morning.

Ashton takes a few seconds to respond, “No point in doing that.” The black haired man licks his lips while thinking carefully about his next words.

“You know staying inside this house all day by yourself won't help either,” Calum turns his head to his left and takes a good look at Ashton's uncharacteristically hunched over figure, and immediately thinks that anyone can tell this man is not himself anymore. His second thought is that Olivia would hate seeing him like this.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do? Move on with my life like nothing happened? Like I'm not slowly and painfully losing the love of my life? Just because it’s easy for you doesn't mean it's easy for me.”

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows Ashton doesn't mean it, it's the anger and frustration talking. He knows it. Doesn't make it sting any less.

“I'm not telling you to move on with your life, because that's far from what I'm doing, and I certainly don't expect you to do it. I'm just saying you need to occupy your mind or else–”

“I'll go insane? Think it's a bit too late for that,” Ashton interrupts with a bitter tone that doesn't belong to his usual chirpy voice.

“You know it's not,” Calum sighs and drinks the rest of his coffee, moving his body slightly, so he's facing the blonde man, “I got a job interview for you at that school you talked about so much last summer, the principal said you can go any day this week. I went ahead and sent her your resume as well as explained everything that she needs to know about Olivia, so you don't have to. You just gotta put on some decent clothes and show up.” he sees Ashton's face softening a little and takes it as a victory. A few beats go by and then, “Maybe take a shower too. That's gonna make you feel better.” Calum leans in closer to his friend's personal space and takes a sniff, causing Ashton to deflect from him slightly, but not to push him away – another small win.

“Definitely take a shower, you stink. When was the last time your hair saw shampoo?”

“Fuck off,” is Ashton's only reply to the younger man's inquest. But Calum can see a smile creeping up on the blonde's face, which brings out a smile of his own.

“I'll send you all the details later today,” he checks the hour on the watch on his wrist and gets up, “Just please, Ash, go. I can't lose you too.”

Calum gently lays a hand on Ashton's shoulder and squeezes a little. The man doesn't look up, but gives a curt nod to his friend, who's satisfied enough. Calum stops on the threshold of the garden glass doors to give some kisses to Stitch – who came to make Ashton company as soon as he finished his food –, and then he puts the coffee mug on the dishwater. And soon enough, he's on his way out of the door. But not before snatching a tangerine from the fridge.

Ashton is left by himself once again. As he hears the sound of the front door closing, he thinks that this might be his life from now on. Just him and Stitch, trying their hardest to make it through another miserable day without the love of their lives. While everyone else comes by just to make sure he's still breathing. Breathing, maybe, but alive?

Swallowing the tears, he looks up at the sky. It's a deep, beautiful mix of orange, pink and blue, but he knows that it won't last long and soon the rain will be pouring down. He thinks about how much Olivia loves the rain.

God, he needs to pull himself together. She would hate to see him like this. Maybe he should take Calum's offer after all, he really needs to occupy his mind.

Making a mental note to thank Calum later, and also to apologize for how rude he was to him this morning, Ashton slowly gets up from the bench to put his mug on the sink and makes his way to the living room, with the small dog loyally following his every step. He puts on some cartoon that for once doesn't remind him of her (she always lovingly made fun of him for still watching those) and cuddles with Stitch on the couch. He can take a shower later.

Not half an hour goes by, he falls asleep and has a good dream for a change. He dreams of the days he spent with Olivia in the Philippines last February, right before her first world tour started. Some of the most magical days of their lives – surrounded by delicious food, a whole new culture to learn about and the warmth of the sun. Infinite counted days full of love and passion, where they were the only people in the world.

Even his subconscious knows to hold on to that brief moment of happiness, because he might never live that again.

[forcefully-awoken]

This is for the BNHArem’s villain AU collab!

Gang Orca x Reader

Rated: Teen? Mature? This is new territory for me.

CW: Sex work, kidnapping, idk stockholm syndrome?

The corruption of Kugo Sakamata is not the prolonged, drawn out affair the news has portrayed it to be. It wasn’t quietly brewing under his skin, needled at by the whispers and stares that plagued him. He was a good man, up until the point where he wasn’t. He was a kind man, until something inside of him snapped. It was as fast as the moment the first domino falls. The goodness is there.

Until it isn’t.

There’s a car alarm blaring outside your apartment.

It’s been like this for weeks now. There’s nothing else to do but get up, to go about your life as though nothing has changed when everything is different. It’s almost time for your stream, you note as you walk by your kitchen, ignoring your grumbling stomach to turn on the tv first. It’s still on the news station, just like when you turned it off last night.

If you can’t save the world, you might as well listen to it crumble.

You move back to the kitchen, trying to figure out what you have that will make an even half way satisfying dinner. Fuck, it’s been weeks since you were able to get to the shops. You settle for some ramen with an egg and some questionable vegetables on top. Waiting for the water to boil you can hear the news trickling in.

**Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.**

**One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.**

The heroes? You can’t decide if the anchor is optimistically naive or just plain stupid. You snort, stirring the noodles into the boiling water. The heroes haven’t been seen in ages, the top ten falling one by one to more and more villains. You’ve even heard talk of heroes becoming the villains.

**Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.**

**One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.**

“Yeah, no shit,” You talk back to the tv, preparing your dinner before walking carefully over to the couch with it. You want to turn it to a different channel, see if anything happier is on but you don’t. Can’t. You tell yourself it’s plain need, that you have to check to make sure it’s not your apartment in the path of destruction.

Lies.

You can’t turn it off because you don’t want to. You don’t want to because it’s become an addiction, like watching videos of disasters on the internet. Your food burns the roof of your mouth when you shovel it in but you can hardly tell. Ugh. You’ll need to go shopping this week.

Setting the dishes in the sink for later you turn the tv off, resigning yourself to an excursion this week. It’s not apocalyptic outside yet, but you don’t want to turn the risk of getting mugged, or worse. Whatever you need can wait until tomorrow though, you think, stepping into your bathroom to shower, put on some makeup for your stream.

Streaming isn’t exactly how you thought you would make money but it pays and it keeps you inside, keeps you safe. Once you deem yourself pretty enough you get the show on the road. Easy, light stream today.

You don’t even think you’ll need to take off your underwear.

“Would I ever fuck a villain?” You laugh as you read the question, absentmindedly tweaking a nipple as you do. You can hear the ping of donations stream in when you give a little shudder of pleasure. “Sure, some of them are pretty hot. You ever seen that Gang Orca? I bet he’s packing.”

It ends with little fanfare after that, and soon enough you're back in bed, staring at the ceiling as sleep eludes you. There’s noises outside, loud shouting, what sounds like glass breaking. Just one more stream, just enough to save up to move into a different neighborhood, a safer one. Then maybe you can rest.

Morning comes before you want it to.

You pick plain clothes, a little form fitting so people can’t grab you, but loose enough to move in if you have to run. You keep your head down as you lock your door behind you, moving with quick, sure steps. The store is out of a few things but you manage to stock up on essentials for another few weeks. You did it, thank fuck, nobody even hassled you that much.

Right when you slip your key into the door is where it all goes wrong.

“Don’t scream,” the voice behind you is low, and despite your better instincts you listen. “Open the door and I won’t hurt you.”

Yet, you think but obey anyways. There’s a presence behind you, large and overly looming. A large hand drops onto your shoulder right when you hear the door shut. There’s something digging into your shoulder and a quick, darting glance reveals- claws?

Oh, no.

It can’t be.

You stumble forward in an attempt to get away, twisting your body around. It’s a nightmare come true- not just a villain in your home but one of the worst ones. He’s so much larger in real life than you thought he would be. So much more intimidating when you finally meet his red eyes.

Kugo Sakamata.

Gang Orca.

Standing in your living room.

The last thing you see before you faint is his hands coming towards you.

It’s too quiet when you wake up now.

Your room is too dark, save for the open laptop on your desk. Your arms are tied to your desk chair, legs as well. You can see him in the room, but you know he has to be there. Nothing appears to have been taken. You have no idea what’s going on, until he steps back into view.

“Hello there,” His voice is smoother than you would have imagined from before. God, he looks even taller from this angle. Your neck strains to look up at him all the way. His hand comes up to cup your cheek lightly, some sort of parody of a lover’s touch.

You only barely manage to hold back your shudder of revulsion.

He can see it in your eyes though, and his hand jerks back as if he’s been burned. Good, you hope something has hurt him. He’s already shattered your limited sense of security- hostage, in your own home. If you make it out of this alive you won’t even be able to move. He turns away from you, stepping to your computer. You can’t see around him, he blocks out all the light as he stands between the screen and you.

“Do you know why I’m here, little one?” You had the way the diminutive name sounds as it falls from his mouth, almost soft and bordering on sweet. You remain silent, fear locking your jaw shut tight. He continues on without you anyways, “You should. It was only last night when you said what you want from me.” He steps to the side, allowing you to see what’s on your computer now.

He’s started a stream.

Shit, you knew your dumb mouth would come back to haunt you one day. You just didn’t think it would be like this. Your mouth drops open but no words come out. Vaguely, you can read the chat- lots of concern but those messages are being drowned out by people asking, no telling, Gang Orca to do all sorts of depraved things to you. The fucking perverts.

“You could tell them where you are,” He sits behind you on the bed now, arms coming up to wrap around you, caging you in. “Or you can watch how quickly the average man turns when there’s something he thinks he wants.”

You’re still clothed, but you can feel the heat of him through it. How is he so warm? He shifts forwards even more, a hand coming up to hold your jaw, showing you off to the screen. You feel even more naked than during your actual streams. You feel exposed, every nerve like a livewire beneath your skin.

“I could kill you, you know,” His voice sounds almost detached, like he’s bored with the situation, “I think they would like that.” The grip on your jaw tightens. “You can already see what they want me to do to you, how they want me to defile you. There’s almost nobody concerned with your safety now.”

Your eyes strain as you take in the chat, blinking back tears as you realize he’s right. There’s nobody asking you if you’re alright now- only demands, promises to pay whatever the cost is if Gang Orca will only get the show on the road. You wonder why the site hasn’t automatically shut down your stream, after all one of the most notorious villains is right there, begging to be caught.

Until you catch sight of how many people are watching.

“You’re too popular to turn off,” There’s a hint of something sad in his voice, regret mixed with a fondness you can’t place. It’s like he expected this, like this is all going according to plan. “They don’t want to shut down what’s making them money hand over fist.”

You hate to acknowledge that he’s right. The stupid fish fuck is exactly on the mark. The site takes a portion of your donations, and the amount it’s at right now isn’t just your own personal record, it’s a sitewide one. There’s no way they’ll shut you down, try to get you help. Not when there’s still money to be made.

“Don’t you see?” His voice tickles your ear as he whispers into it. You don’t want to see. It’s like you can predict what he will say next. You don’t want him to confirm it, to confirm the worst fears inside of you.

“It’s not just the villains that are bad,” Between his arms and his voice you can almost forget that it feels like the whole world is watching you now, watching this corruption. “I’m evil, but at least I’m honest. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to. How many of them can say that?”

He’s right, of course he is. How else could the world get this bad? Someone along the way stopped caring, and then another, until there were more eyes looking away than could be helped. Easier to ignore the wrong and look out for number one, after all isn’t that what you had been doing?

“Join me,” he breathes, “Be free.”

You don’t hesitate, not now. You let the next two words slip from your mouth not without thought, but free from it. The last tether of your sanity snaps.

“Kiss me.” It’s a plea, one he obeys with a vicious grin. His mouth presses to yours.

The next domino falls.

[angstysebfan]

Hey!!! Can you write an angsty like really angsty oneshot like one told from Bucky's pov where he feels like you're falling for a new guy friend of yours and becomes insecure as your fiance?

Oh boy... one sad Bucky coming at ya! Hope you enjoy it!

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Is It Him?

Bucky walked into your shared bedroom and stopped short when he saw you getting dressed up. “Where ya goin Doll? I thought we were having a movie night?” he asks. You look at him and give him a smile, “Brett told me about this new club that has 90′s nights, so we are going to go,” you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel not only disappointment, but scared. Brett is a guy you met at a coffee shop a few weeks ago. Apparently he is hilarious and you both have gotten really close. He doesn’t want to think you would cheat on him, but he wonders if you are developing feelings for this guy. “Weren’t you out with him yesterday and the day before? You promised we were goin to chill tonight. Just the two of us,” Bucky says as he walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist as you continue to make adjustments to your outfit.

“I know and I’m sorry,” you say as you turn around in his arms. “It’s just 90′s night only happens once a month and it’s tonight,” you say. “Come with us!” you say with a smile. Bucky looks into your eyes and thinks he sees excitement, but he doesn’t know anymore. “You know how I am with crowds, and strangers, and--” “Come on Buck, stop being boring and come out with me,” you say in a whine.

Bucky sighs as he feels like a dagger was jammed into his heart. No wonder she started seeking out another man. He was too boring for her now. She used to love that he would sit and have movie marathons with her, but I guess she wants more excitement. “Ok, if you really want me to,” he says unsure of himself. You nod and give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning and looking at yourself in the mirror again.

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When you walk up to the club, Bucky sees Brett waiting outside. He was dressed much better than Bucky, and just oozed confidence. When he saw you, he immediately saw his whole face light up, and noticed his smile falter when he saw Bucky. “Hey pretty girl! I see you brought the boyfriend tonight,” Brett said as he gives you a big hug, which you reciprocate.

Bucky gulped as he tried to hold his composure. He calls you pretty girl? And Bucky doesn’t even have a name, just boyfriend? He wants to sucker punch this guy right in the face. “I want to show him how much fun we have!” you say with a laugh. You turn and look at Bucky and see the trepidation in his face.

“You’re going to be ok, Buck. I promise,” you say before kissing his cheek. Bucky gives you a loving smile. You always knew how to make him feel better. Bucky follows you both into the club and up tot he bar. After you all order, conversation starts, but it seems to be all inside jokes between you and Brett. Bucky politely listens and will smile while you both are hysterically laughing. After a bit, Bucky excuses himself to go to the restroom.

While he is washing his hands, he keeps telling himself that he is being stupid. You said yes to marrying him, and you are not going to throw it all away for some guy you have only known a few weeks. After talking himself off the ledge he walks back out to the bar, but sees neither you nor Brett standing there anymore. He turns and sees you both out on the dance floor, dancing away to the fast beat. He watches you from afar and sees how happy you look, and hates that he isn’t the one that is making you like that.

Suddenly the music changes to a slow song, and Bucky decides he wants to dance with you. As he goes to walk over he sees you wrap your arms around Brett’s neck, as he wraps his arms around your waist. Bucky stops in shock that you didn’t even look for him, even though you know he doesn’t like to dance. He wonders if he should interrupt, but then he sees something that completely shatters his heart.

Brett leans down and kisses you. Bucky doesn’t know whether to kill him or throw up. When you both pull away from the kiss you turn your head and lock eyes with your fiance. Tears form in Bucky’s eyes as he shakes his head and heads toward the door, ignoring you calling for him. 

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Bucky goes for a walk around the city. He had pushed you away into the arms of another man. A better man. One that will make you laugh and dance with you, and who you have inside jokes with. One that you haven’t been able to stop talking about. Bucky is the opposite of that. He is low key, sometimes funny, but very quiet. He thought you loved him in spite of his insecurities, but apparently they got too much for you.

Bucky didn’t want to go back to your shared room at the compound. What if you brought him home with you. What if you are letting him fuck you in his bed. What if you already moved your stuff out while Bucky was walking. Bucky didn’t want to face this right now, so instead of going to your room, he went up on the roof.

When the doors opened Bucky was shocked to see you standing there with tears running down your face. “What do you want?” he sneered. “Bucky... I... I’m so sorry,” you say crying. “I didn’t mean for that to happen, I swear!” you say taking a step toward him. Bucky takes a step back and sees the hurt on your face. “You didn’t meander me to catch you? Well I did. I loved you, Y/N! Do you know how long it took for me to trust you,.. to trust myself?! You ruined that,” Bucky says holding back his own tears.

“But I didn’t--” “I’m sorry I’m not as much fun, or don’t have stupid inside jokes, or dress better. I’m sorry I would rather stay home than go out, and are terrified of crowds, but I put all my fears aside for you! And look what you did! Why didn’t you just break up with me!?” Bucky yelled.

You continued to sob, “No! I don’t” “You’ve hurt me so bad! How long have you been cheating on me?” Bucky says quietly, sounding completely broken. “No! I didn’t cheat on you! I swear! Brett kissed me and when I saw your face I smacked him and ran after you! I don’t want Brett! I want you! I love you!” you scream and let out another sob.

Bucky looks at you for a moment as he takes in what you said. “You didn’t want to kiss him?” he asks. You shake your head, unable to speak. “But you were slow dancing with him, and you hugged him so tightly when we met up with him. You talk about him all the time. How can I believe you?” Bucky asks.

“I’m so sorry! I thought Brett was ok with just being a friend. I haven’t had a friend who wasn’t an Avenger in so long. It made me feel... like I was just a normal citizen. I felt like I faded into the background a little bit. But I never wanted to hurt you, and I am so sorry! Not just for tonight, but for everything! I’m sorry I made you question my love and loyalty!” you said.

“You still love me?” Bucky asks. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, “There is no one on this earth that I love more than you James Barnes. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I am sorry I haven’t let you know that. But I promise I will do better,” you say.

Bucky put his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, “And what about Brett?” he asks. You scoff, “I told him to never talk to me again. I already blocked his number and told FRIDAY to not let him on the premises. If I see him again, I will kick his ass,” you say as Bucky leans his forehead against yours. “Well, I’m pretty sure I have his murder plotted, so..” Bucky says.

You laugh, which makes his heart soar. See he can make you laugh too. “I’m really sorry Buck. I love you,” you say. Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead, “I love you too, Doll. More than anyone and anything in this world. You are so special to me,” he says. You look into his eyes and lean forward until your lips touch.

“Let’s go to bed so I can really show you how sorry I am.”

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There you go! Sorry I am a sucker for happy endings! lmao! I could have totally gone for the angsty ending, but I hope you like this!

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