#or they think I’m not ‘good’ enough for my mom???

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ALL THE GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

Stepdad Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,7k

part 3 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone

Summary: you can't stop thinking about your stepdad so you do something risky to have a little more of him. But Joel is not the "little more" kind of guy.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joel's POV, reader’s pov, still technically dub con but reader's very into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, both holes pronouns, cock pronouns, corruption, object insertion, fingering, creampie, degradation, anal, praise kink, daddy kink, pussy spanking, cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.

A/n: huge thank you to my love @milla-frenchy for this inspiring ask, for beta-ing and for the title. ILYSM❤️ also thank you to everyone who enjoys this naughty series, I’m grateful for your love, your asks and your thots! I hope you’ll enjoy this part❤️‍🔥 dividers by @/saradika-graphics

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”Joel, wake up.”

Joel opened his eyes, startled by a figure standing next to the bed in the darkness of the bedroom. He cursed under his breath when he realized it was just you.

“Hmm?” all he could muster to say, groggy with sleep.

“Can you — can we talk?” you whispered and beckoned him with a hand.

Joel was blinking at you for a few seconds and then his eyes slid over your barely clothed figure. Even in his half awake state he realized that it wasn’t normal - you, standing in his and his wife’s bedroom in your tiny pajamas like a slutty ghost, your voice shaky with nerves.

Joel got up, moving carefully so as not to wake up his sleeping wife. As he was following you downstairs a scary thought passed through his mind - what if your guilt brought you to him in the middle of the night? Did you feel bad for sleeping with your mother’s husband and decided to break your thing off? No! He’d just found a perfect fuck toy in his own backyard and he wasn’t going to let you slip out of his paws. So he decided to intimidate you and remind you that he had you by the pussy.

You

You thought that Joel was hot the moment your mother introduced you to him but when you started living under the same roof, his rough nature, gruff voice, piercing eyes and broad frame became your obsession. You wanted him to be with you, not with your mom. It was so filthy and naughty to think like that about your stepdad and your heart skipped a beat every time he was staring at you. You were scared that somehow he had read your mind and realized that his stepdaughter was a cock-craving freak. Needy and desperate for him.

You would have never confessed your feelings but somehow you got what you wanted anyway.

Yet your thirst wasn’t satisfied, instead it grew and grew until it took over your mind and body. You couldn't sleep any more - your nights were spent tossing and turning, sweating against the clingy sheets and thinking of Joel. Remembering his hands greedily exploring your body, his lips, too mean to give you a long kiss, but hot enough to brand you as his, his cock so deep inside you, it was hard to take a breath.

Tonight was especially hard. He hadn’t fucked you in three days - you were busy with the college, he worked late and your mom always seemed to be around. You were dying to get filled by his him, to feel his body pressed to yours. But most of all you craved to be degraded by him. Whenever you saw each other, he was cold, indifferent, looking through you and it was understandable - he had to keep your sick relationship a secret, especially in front of your mom, but it elevated your need even more. You wanted him to be mean, to call you a slut, to manhandle you, to give you anything to satisfy your twisted thirst for his attention.

All you had was your pink dildo; after Joel prohibited you from getting some on the side, the toy was your only respite. The one that still had Joel’s fingerprints on the shaft. No way you’d wash him away. You were so desperate you slept with it like with a damn teddy bear, it was always in your hands when you were alone in your bedroom, feeling empty without your stepdad’s cock plugging you, cold without his arms around your body.

You’d been fucking yourself sensless every night but all in vain. Your body and mind demanded him, your attraction turned into a fixation. You must have gone completely crazy with ‘the horny’ but on the fourth day in the middle of the night, surprisingly even for yourself, your feet carried you to his bedroom.

Joel

You led Joel to the kitchen and when you both entered, you turned on a little light over the cooker and stood a few steps away from him. Joel shivered, feeling chilly only in his boxers and a white tank top, and grumbled with an intention to intimidate you,

“What’s up?”

You looked anxious as hell, shifting on your bare feet, chest heaving under your cute pajama top, restless hands fidgeting with the lace on your shorts. You looked so small and vulnerable in front of him, that Joel’s cock twitched.

“I— Joel — sorry for waking you up but — I can’t sleep.”

Your stepdad furrowed his bushy brows.

”Want me to sing you a lullaby or some shit? How the hell is it my problem?“

He glanced at the clock and then glared at you, his hands on his hips.

“I have to get up in 3 hours.”

Avoiding his stare, your eyes slid down his broad torso and landed on his bulge. He followed her line of sight and smirked at his hard cock creating a glorious tent in his boxers.

“What a little slut. ‘s called morning wood. Don’t be flattered, jus’ nature.”

You quickly looked away, but he didn’t miss the way you bit your soft lower lip and pressed your thighs together.

“Wait...” His breath hitched. With his eyes narrowed he took a step towards you.

Could it be…? No way! Did you wake him up because you were horny?

Suddenly Joel was 100% awake.

You shifted back and pressed your body to the counter, looking embarrassed. And there was something else in the way you moved. Need.

‘Fuck. Me.’ Joel thought, staring at you, as a mixture of triumph and relief expanded his chest.

The bitch didn’t want to break up with him, she wanted him to break her back. A wolfish grin twisted his face as he cooed, inching closer,

“Aww, someone needs daddy’s milk to sleep better?”

He grabbed himself by the heavy balls and gave them a shake, stepping up closer to you. “Have it all right here for ya.”

Now there were mere inches between you and him. You looked so delicious - your eyes downcast, your body almost trembling out of your clothes, fast breaths making your chest flutter.

“My cock-hungry girl,” he whispered.

You shook your head, still not daring to look at him, but stayed silent. Yes, it must be hard for you to deny the obvious — you were madly horny for your stepdad.

Joel tilted his head and his smile faded. He shifted his jaw, suddenly serious and concentrated. There were so many ways he could ruin you tonight and he had just a few hours. Why did he always have so little time with you?

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered in your ear and bucked his hips against your lower belly, making you gasp. “Your pussy keeps you up at night?” —his hands slowly pulled down your shorts— “She wants my meaty cock?”— he lightly slapped your folds and you moaned his name — “Poor thing.”— He massaged your wet pussy —“Hungry cunt, always drenched.”— Slap!

“Ahh!” you cried out. Slap—slap—slap!

“Joelllll….”

Your hands grasped his strong biceps, nails hurting him like a little kitten would, while he was spanking your damp folds with his paddle of a hand.

“A few days without daddy’s dick and you run to him —,” Joel pushed his index and middle fingers between your folds —”in the middle of the night…riskin to wake up your mother.”

Joel shoved his thick fingers inside you and started fucking you slowly and steadily. Soon you were whimpering and shaking, eyes shut, lips parted, almost drooling.

“What if you woke her up, huh? What’d you say? ‘I need daddy to fuck me to sleep?’”

“Nooo, Joel—“, all you could do was to moan.

“You know what I like to be called.”

“Daddy -ohh, daddy…”

You spread your legs wider, watching his hand work your pussy until Joel spat,

“Eyes on me.”

You followed his command and he almost came in his boxers.

“Look at you, dirty slut, you love it. Love bein finger-fucked by your stepdad.”

Your beautiful face was twisted with pleasure he was giving you and he pressed his lips to yours and licked possessively into your mouth.

Joel was rubbing his clothed hard-on against your side, working himself up, and then pushed your clit with his thumb and started rubbing it up and down in rhythm with his fingers, that were knuckles deep inside you. You mewled into his mouth and soon your pussy began clamping on his digits hard and fast.

Joel parted from your lips and watched you closely, reveling in the way your body was succumbing to his dirty actions. He still couldn’t believe that he got to do that to his hot stepdaughter. Corrupting you felt so damn good.

When you fell into his arms, exhausted from the hard climax, he lifted you and helped you to wrap your weak legs around his waist.

“Daddy’s turn, sweetie,” he huffed, carrying you to the door, and after checking that the coast was clear, stepped into the hall.

“Lie down,” Joel ordered, locking the laundry room door behind you two and turning on the dim lights. There wasn’t much space but it was enough for him to have some fun with you.

“Right here? On the floor?”

“Damn! Ain’t ya a fucking princess,” he grumbled. “‘k, I guess my knees could use a little padding too.”

He grabbed a basket with dirty laundry and unceremoniously dropped its contents on the floor. Then he scattered the clothes with his bare foot and motioned for you to get comfortable.

You looked at the messy makeshift bed with a pout and then at Joel but his dark eyes told you to do what he’d said and soon you were lying on your back in front of him.

“Good girl,” he sneered, palming himself at the sight of you. Then he kneeled down with a grunt, settled between your legs after spreading them wide with his bear paws.

“Oops, daddy ruined your shorts, babydoll.“ A dark spot between your legs made him salivate and he quickly slid your bottoms off.

The view of your naked cunt, wet and pretty, was the last drop. His desire skyrocketed and took control over him completely. He didn’t care about anything else at that moment, he wanted to grab, thrust, squeeze, bite, eat you whole. He’d never felt anything like that before, the animalistic need to claim your every inch.

“Top up. Show me the girls.”

You exposed your breasts and he ogled your body for a few moments.

“Fucking ‘ell. I hate you. You can’t be this fuckin hot.”

Your little smile was cute but soon your lips parted and you gasped when he leaned down and pushed his nose right between your folds. He took a deep breath and growled, sending vibrations through your tense body. You jerked with overstimulation but Joel didn’t care. Keeping your thighs apart with his palms, he was busy sliding his nose like a credit card up and down your cunt, coating his face with your juices, collecting some with his plush bottom lip and tasting you greedily.

It didn’t take long for your thighs to tremble and when Joel sucked in your clit between his lips with a loud slurp, you came again. Joel drank everything your pulsating cunt had to offer, then sat back admiring the way your pussy clamped around nothing.

”Fuck. This cunt. Wish I could put you in my pocket and carry you around. Fuck you whenever I want. Wouldn’t it be nice?”

Your eyes were closed, chest heaving, and Joel lightly slapped your mound to get your attention.

“Ouch… Yeah, yes, daddy.”

Joel’s cock was rock hard, his boxers soaked with prefuck juice, but he wanted to keep playing with his stepdaughter as long as he could.

“Ya know I still have your panties. They were handy when you were studyin. Jizzed all over them. Now they’re ruined.”

He glanced at the stacks of clothes on the dryer and picked up one piece.

“These yours, right?”

You nodded slowly blinking at the pink lacy thong in his hand. He pressed it to his nose and mumbled with disgust,

“Clean.”

Suddenly his face lit up.

“Let’s make a souvenir for daddy, uh?”

“What?”

Joel answered your question when he brought the thong between your thighs and began wiping your pussy with it, soaking the fabric with your cum.

“Here we go, now they gonna smell of your tasty snatch.”

You were mewling, jerking again and again when he’d graze your puffy clit with his hand, but your legs stayed open for him. At one point Joel slid the panties over your entrance, that was stretched by his fingers, and without any thought in his mind he began pushing the thong into your glistening hole.

“What are you doing?!” You gasped, lifting yourself up on your elbows, your eyes wide.

“To soak ‘em better,” he mumbled, inserting the panties into your soft hole with his thick fingers. “Nice ‘d wet.”

He tilted his head, admiring the view of your cunt sucking the lace in, fluttering around the fabric, while you both were panting, aroused to the max at the sight.

When his hand was working, Joel’s eyes would fall on your asshole, winking at him from time to time.

It was calling to him - ‘Fuck me, Joel. Stick your fat cock right here.’

Joel stopped stuffing you with your thong only when the side string was sticking out of your hungry pussy.

He took a deep breath and looked up at your face.

“I’ll let it sit for a bit, ‘k? Ya pussy full now so… I’ma fuck your ass, baby.”

You

Joel looked crazy— eyes blown out, curly hair disheveled, mouth parted, lips and chin wet with your slick, so when he announced that he was going to fuck your ass, all your holes clenched extremely hard. You’d never done anal before but you could imagine that taking such a huge cock would split your ass in two. And you loved your ass. You didn’t want to go to the ER in the middle of the night.

‘Help me, doctor. I ...I fell on my stepdad's cock.’

Yet Joel was too hot to say ‘no’ to. His broad chest, stretching his tank top with every mighty breath, his monstrous bulge between the thick thighs, his handsome face, his muscular arms, his veiny hands…you could come just from staring at him. And the best part was that he wanted you. So much that it made your head spin and your knees buckle.

He probably noticed your scared expression, you weren’t really hiding it, and gave you a faux sweet smile. Then he cooed at you with the weirdest tone of voice — sugary and calming, that was so not like him, it made you even more anxious.

“I’ll be careful, sweetie.”

Suddenly he got up and went to the door.

“Joel?” you called but he pressed a finger to his lips, opened the lock and went out.

Joel came back a minute later holding something in his fist. He took his place between your legs, your pussy still full with your panties, and you saw a little bottle in his hands.

“Got us some lube, sweetie. Bought it the next day we fucked. For your ass. And we both know your pussy can drown the whole neighbourhood.”

A pathetic ‘aww’ almost escaped your mouth. You were down bad for him but you couldn’t show that you took ‘buying lube to ruin your butt’ as a sign of affection.

Meanwhile Joel was already opening the bottle and pulling his hard cock out. You almost moaned when you saw it. He was throbbing, his veiny thick member looked engorged and ready to destroy you. Your asshole clenched and pussy squeezed the wet thong.

”Daddy, fuck my mouth instead. Please.”

Joel, who was already pouring the slick liquid on his palm, shook his head.

“Nah, babydoll. Been there, done that. You woke me up so now face the consequences. Or rather let the consequences fuck your ass,” he chuckled and you whined, slowly closing your legs. Your inner thighs clamped against his hips and Joel froze, his eyes boring a hole in you. He clenched his jaw and his expression turned dark. A cold shiver ran down your spine. ‘He’s gonna make me,’ you thought in panic, ‘he’s gonna make me do it.’

Joel

‘Fuck! Joel thought. The bitch was about to say ‘no’. She woke him up, made him hard, made his cock leak like a fucking fountain into his boxers and now she was gonna leave him high and dry. Two orgasms spoiled her. Why the hell was he always so generous to this ungrateful brat?’

Yeah, your pussy was bomb. Yeah, you let him stick a dildo and his cock inside you, ate his cum like crème brûlée and at that moment were lying in front of him with your panties sticking out of your hole. You were a perfect slut. And yeah, your fear was valid - his schlong was huge and intimidating. But Joel knew that your ass would be heaven-like so he had to do a little ground work. Anal was worth it. You were worth it.

Joel sighed and glided his hand over your thigh.

“Ya scared?”

You nodded with your eyes glossy, lips trembling.

He sensed that you needed some sugar. So he could get your sweet ass.

“I get it,“ Joel sat on his butt and offered you his hand. You took it, looking confused, and he gently pulled you up and manhandled you to sit on his lap, your knees pressed to the floor. Your stuffed pussy snuggled up to his hard cock and Joel clenched his teeth and gathered all his will not to stick it in any hole that would be close enough. He needed to fuck something soon or he’d explode.

“It’s ok. I won’t make you do it. I'm big.”

”Yeah, so big, daddy,” you mewled, nuzzling the crease of his neck. His hands were gliding over your juicy asscheeks, soothing your nerves but also intentionally turning you on. You whimpered and he smiled in his mind. The slut was getting needy. Already feeling the tight squeeze of victory around his dick, he cooed,

”But listen… I know how to make it easy, sweetie. Know how to make it feel good for us both. You’ll feel so fuckin good, I promise.”

“Mmm,” you hummed against his skin, the sound unsure. Joel wrapped his arms tight around you and pulled you closer to his torso. Your thighs spread wider around his hips, your back arched and your butt stuck out more. Perfect.

“I also know that —,” his hand shifted to the crease of your ass and you jerked in his arms when his lubed up finger caressed your asshole, ”— she wants me too.”

Joel glided the pad of his finger over your tight ring, teasing it, spreading the lube over your puckered hole while you were moaning softly, probably fighting the urge to beg for more. But you will. Bet your cock-fearing ass you will!

“All your holes were made for me, babydoll. And this one too,” — his middle finger gently pushed on the ring — “I’ll work her open, carefully, sweetie, don’t worry, and in no time she’ll be able to take me.“ Pouring sweet honey into your ears, he inserted the tip of his digit in and your body tensed.

“Shh, relax, baby, relax. Gimme those sweet lips.”

Joel knew that you loved kissing him, always melting in his arms when his tongue was fucking into your mouth. So he gave you what you wanted - a long and passionate kiss while working your tight asshole open slowly but steadily, relaxing your muscle, making room for his fat cock.

When Joel was deep inside you to the knuckle, he moved his finger in and out a few times until you broke the kiss. You parted from his lips and searched for his eyes, almost frozen in his embrace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re inside me, Joel… daddy… I..”, you were choking on your words, your voice breathy, and he gave you a saccharine smile.

“Yes, tell me, sweetie, what do you need?”

“I need … need your cock there. Please.”

That was almost too easy but after playing with you for so long, Joel’s jizz wanted out and he was happy that your cock hunger took over your fears.

“ ‘course, babydoll. Get back down.”

He wanted to see you take him in your little ass lying on your back, wanted to see your pussy chew on your panties when his cock would neglect her and instead fuck another hole.

You were trembling, probably still scared but your eyes were screaming for a good fill.

“Hngg, like that. Hold your knees—yeah, good girl.”

“Please, be careful, Joel,” you asked with a timid voice.

Joel didn’t reply, busy applying more lube on his cock and groaning at the sensation.

“Daddy, please, be gentle.”

“I will, I will.”

Joel was hovering over your torso, his cock finally at your asshole, his wet hand guiding it. His head was empty, occupied only by you. All his being was taken over by the instinct to pierce his stepdaughter with his cock. But at the back of his mind a tiny voice reminded him that he needed to be careful with his favorite toy so he could play with it as long as possible.

Wanting you so badly that his balls were buzzing, Joel bit his lip hard to stop himself from busting just from the sensation of his cold cock-head pressed to your warm skin.

“More lube.” Yeah, he needed more.

Only when his schlong was slippery enough to fuck a whole cheerleading team, he stopped lubing it up. Your ass was worth it and he really needed you to enjoy it.

Joel pushed the tip against your hole but you weren’t letting him in.

“Babydoll, relax. Breathe deeper.”

You nodded but your chest was heaving, panic swimming in your eyes. You needed him close so Joel leaned down and covered you with his body, not putting his weight on you, just sharing his warmth.

Your eyes were inches from his, nervous, glossy, turned on.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, fuck being sorry. Just relax. Enjoy it.”

Enjoy my cock in your ass.

His tip knocked at the heaven’s door again and you finally granted him the access.

“Yeah, oh yeahhhh, baby, ahhhh—“

Joel didn’t care that he sounded needy and ecstatic, that was exactly what he was feeling at that moment. His tip was inside your glorious ass, your warm ring squeezing him hard, and to stop himself from coming, Joel closed his eyes and imagined his wife. He’d been imagining you whenever he was fucking her for some time now and he could have chuckled at the irony but at that moment only grunts and moans were leaving his mouth.

Your nails were digging into his biceps, widened eyes darting between his, your lips parted in a silent moan until you whimpered loudly, too loudly for a quiet house.

“Ahhdaddydaddydaddyyyy!”

He shut you up with a kiss and rocked his hips forward, slowly nailing your ass with his stiff cock.

If anyone had stopped him at that moment, he’d cry, that’s how amazing he was feeling. He’d fucked a fair amount of asses in his life but yours was definitely in top three.

“Need to see her take me,” be mumbled feverishly as his lips left yours and you whined.

“Quiet, needy slut. I’m still here.”

Joel was careful as he sat up and lifted your hips, wishing to stay in your tight hole and also not to rip you in two. When he dropped his head, his hands on your juicy asscheeks spreading them wider, the sight made him curse,

“Fuck— you seein it?”

He was mesmerized, watching your tight ring flutter around his glistening shaft while your stuffed pussy was squeezing the drenched panties. Your thighs began trembling when he fumbled with the wet fabric sticking out of your hole.

“Shit, baby. You’re somethin else.”

Joel slowly moved his cock, in and out, dipping it further with every forward thrust. You were watching him ruin your butt, breathing fast, and then murmured, choking on air,

”Oh my god—I feel like I’m gonna explode— don’t go deeper— please.”

Joel really wanted to push further, wanted to feel your tight ring hug the base of his cock but he was already on the verge of ecstasy, ready to empty his heavy balls. He was a glass-half-full person so half of his cock in his hot stepdaughter’s ass was enough for him. Yet wishing to keep you on your toes, he growled, “Don’t tell me what to do,” and slapped your pussy. The hit was light but his hand grazed your puffy clit and it electrified you like a bolt of lightning. You cried out through your teeth, your body tensed up and you squeezed him hard.

“Hnnnggg, yeah, choke ‘im, c’mon,” Joel grunted at the feeling and slapped your folds and clit again.

Slap- slap- slap!

“Daddyyyyy,” you moaned as you came, shaking in his arms, both of your holes contracting fast.

A string of curses left Joel’s mouth as he was watching your soft pussy nibble on your thong, making it dance over his cock.

“She’s droolin even gagged, fuckin ‘ell.”

While the orgasm was still rippling through you, he pinched the string of your panties with his thick fingers and began slowly pulling them out. It seemed to be prolonging your climax as you rolled your eyes at the sensations and kept jerking against the floor.

Joel immediately brought them to his lips and licked the fabric, breathing in your scent.

The sound he emitted was animalistic. The taste and smell of you, your asshole gripping his fat cock, the image of you, ruined and fucked out, finally made him let loose and explode inside your ass. He grabbed your hips tight and began fucking you with shallow thrusts, staying half-cock in just like you wanted. His balls were bouncing, slapping your asscheeks as their contents were flooding your channel like a tsunami.

“Take it— take it — take it,” Joel chanted through clenched teeth and you did take it — your asshole sucked in and swallowed every drop of his hot cum.

Joel slowly pulled out and dropped your butt on the pile of clothes. He tucked his cock back into his boxers and got up with a grunt, knowing well that his knees would hurt like hell the next day. It was worth it. As always after playing with his favorite fuckdoll, Joel felt greatly satisfied. As always after being fucked by him, you looked completely wrecked.

He offered you a hand and helped you to stand on your trembling legs. Then he pinched your chin and tilted your head up, searching for your hazy eyes.

“Ya good?“

You nodded with a drunk smile and he sneered. He really found a perfect slut.

“‘k, clean yourself up and go to bed. You’ll sleep really well now, babydoll.”

He pressed his body to yours and snaked his hand to your naked ass. He found your hole and gently prodded it. It was leaking his cum.

”Say ’thank you for the milk, daddy,’” he whispered, looking into your eyes with a sneer.

“Thanks for the milk. Daddy,” you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath.

Joel brought your panties to his face and took a deep whiff.

“And thank you for the souvenir, little slut,” he winked at you and then left the room.

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i wonder - edward cullen x reader

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

“I’m so happy to see you.”

You smiled in their embrace.

It was transforming into autumn.

They look behind you.

“Hi, Edward.”

He was polite.

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

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

“When did it happen?” they ask.

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

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

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

You shrug lightly, “Sure.”

You found the old keyboard that was previously taken away.

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

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

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

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

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

You take a good look at him.

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

“Could you read it from her mind?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You look down at your joined hands.

“You asked if I play…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

“Somewhat…” you say as you look down.

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

She looked ahead and he stops in front of you.

“You couldn’t say hi?”

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

“Who’s this?”

“Bella Swan.” you answer.

“Who are you?” she asks him.

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

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

“Just passing through.” you boredly state.

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

“Forks. You?” she answered back shyly.

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

“Do you know them?” Bella asks.

“I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?” she asks with a soft smile.

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

You and Bella both chuckle out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cross your arms.

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

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

“You’re…The black wolf..”

He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N…They’re bloodsuckers-”

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

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

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

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Alice.

“Look, I gotta go.”

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

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

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

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

You walked closer to the soft laughs and talking.

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

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

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

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Edward, what’s wrong?”

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

“La Push-“

He grabs your hand, you’re immediately outside.

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

“You smell like them.” he says distastefully.

“Who?” you ask in a small voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod as he pressed his lips to your face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Edward-"

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

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

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

“Anything.”

“Will you promise to not get upset?”

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

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

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

His eyes closed as he slowly turns away from you.

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

He’s up and you rise with him.

“I told him….To stay away from you.”

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

“What’s a thrall?” you blurt out.

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

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

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

“Are you scared of me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tempt me.” he quietly answered.

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

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

“I don’t want to tell you….”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to get upset.”

“I’m not upset with you.”

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

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

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

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

“Do you believe it?” he asks.

“….No.” you answer softly.

“I don’t believe it either.” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod silently.

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

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

You think for a moment.

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

You nod with slight happiness.

It was time to leave the next day.

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

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

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

You smile at him, “Of course.”

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

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

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

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

“I told them you were visiting them soon.”

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

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

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

“Done!” Alice says with a bright smile.

“Jesus, what did you do?” you ask.

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

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

You nod.

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

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

“Are we going to meet her too?”

“She’s dead.”

“Wow..What happened?” you blinked.

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

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

He cracked a smile.

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

“The Volturi.”

“Are they vegetarian as well?”

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

“For reason, I would’ve thought.”

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

You nod in acknowledgment.

“So, which members have powers?”

“Kate and Eleazar.”

“Only two?” you ask. He nods.

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

“Electric jolts.” you say.

“Yeah.” he says.

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

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

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

“A human.” one says with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A summarized version.” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” Tanya asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm…He went to kill a human.”

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

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

“She does.”

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

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

“What?” you say with a slight chuckle.

“Why would you rub him the wrong way?”

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

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

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

“God, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“Wow.” you breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you two did it yet?”

“…..Did what?”

You thought she was talking about marriage.

“Sex.”

“Tanya.” Kate says and muffled a chuckle.

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

“That is a nice ring.” Kate comments.

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

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

You nervously laugh with her. Mostly in hidden confusion.

“Ignore her.” Kate says.

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

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

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

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

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

“What about you?” Tanya asks curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kate laughs lightly.

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

You look at them both with curiosity.

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

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

Edward shuts the door as he rolled his own eyes.

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

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

“Yeah.” he says unimpressed.

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

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

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

“Still.” you say quietly, feeling bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why slow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, no.” you say.

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

You follow him and you slide off of his back, sitting in a beautiful landscape away from the house.

You sit as the breeze dance on your skin.

“Eleazar..Said something that was interesting.”

“Hm?”

“Why your mind is like whispers.”

“Oh…”

“He’s not too sure..But, the real reason Tanya asked when I was going to…Change you…Was because he says you might be able to…Project…Voices into other people’s heads. What’s crazy is…He says it has the potential to drive someone insane mentally, which he thinks is what makes it so gripping.”

“Really?” you ask but not immediately. He nods.

“Is it like a malicious type of thing?” you ask.

“Yes and no. Personally, I think it’s good to defend with. It would be nice to hear what you’re thinking, but he just said voices. Is it a collective of your voice? I just wonder if it’s a thing that can do more bad than good.” he passionately says.

“So…I’m assuming..That’s out of the window.” you plainly say as after he’s spoken.

“I wouldn’t do it out of selfish reasons.”

“Not even…So that we can be together?” you ask as you look down.

“We’re together now.”

You don’t say anything after that. You didn’t want to go back and forth about this particular subject.

“Laurent should be coming back soon..Alice will tell me if it’s sooner than planned.”

You nod your head in silence.

You rise up and he holds your hand as he stared at you.

“Do the shapeshifters…Live forever as well?”

“I don’t think so. The ones that we have came across, are long dead.”

“Oh yeah..Of course.” you say.

“I want you to have a good human life Y/N. I don’t want you to change just for me.”

“Yeah..I know.” you say and give him a quick smile.

The night before the competition, Kate and Tanya joins you in your room as you fiddled alone with your keyboard. Edward was away hunting with Irina, Eleazar, and Carmen.

“You’re leaving right after?” Tanya asks.

“I think so.”

“Why so soon? You’re fun.” Kate casually says.

“Um not really.” you say with a small laugh.

“When was the last time we had a human cook in our kitchen?” Tanya asks Kate. Kate chuckles.

“Did Edward tell you when you were going to be become one of us?” Tanya asks. She really wanted to know.

“He’s not going to.”

Silence was met.

“Why?” Kate asks in blatant ignorance.

“He wants me to stay human. I’m not going to force him. I guess…I would have to outgrow him.” you say as you think about the talk you two did have.

She speaks in a language you didn’t understand and shakes her head, “He’s such a worrier.” Tanya says under her breath.

“Plus, we have to leave before Laurent gets back. He wasn’t a vegetarian when he met the Cullens and if he finds out I’m human. He might relapse if he hasn’t already.”

“I can understand that. But that should be the more reason to change you. A human automatically is in danger. Doesn’t he want to spend forever with you?” Kate says as she looks at Tanya.

“Laurent was having trouble…With the diet.” Tanya says.

“I think that’s where he veered off to. To help himself to a nice little buffet.” Kate chuckles.

“So, did Carlisle get you guys to convert to animal blood?” you ask.

“No..Tanya did. We met Carlisle afterwards, we’ve never encountered a coven that had the same diet as us before.”

“Tanya started it all?” you ask with grin and look to her.

“Why do you seem shocked that I’m good for something?” she responded and you break out a full smile.

“So like how did it happen?” you say.

“Long version or the short version?”

“Long. I want to know the details.” you say getting comfortable.

“That gives us an excuse to treat you out after your recital.”

“Cliffhanger. 0/10.” you throw a thumbs down.

“That’s why you need to stay longer.” Kate says.

“Laurent.” you remind her.

“I doubt he will come back. He already has his own coven. It’s going to always come first. I just wish Irina would look at that. I’ll talk to her. Again.” Tanya says.

Kate subtly gives off the idea to Tanya that they’re on their way back.

“Wait.” you say.

They both instantly look at you. It was uncannily clear.

“Will…Will you tell me about what Eleazar thinks about projecting…Voices into other people’s heads?”

Tanya and Kate definitely knew something as their eyes light up.

“Looks like we’re staying out late.” Kate tells Tanya and they’re off.

You didn’t hear anything for some time as you lie back in your pillows. Suddenly, you hear the door open.

You immediately sit up. You don’t even process the fact that he’s suddenly connected to your mouth.

“It’s still not too late…. Can we practice?” you ask.

He nods and lights you to your feet.

“Just because it’s small..Doesn’t mean that you can be cocky.”

You go to start from the beginning but Edward stops you.

“There’s good people everywhere. Remember that.” he says and then gives you the encouragement to play again.

The look on his face when you were executing the songs, made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Let’s get some rest.” he says to you and you’re in his arms.

You both slowly tease each other’s lips with your own, as you both lie in bed together.

You’re almost laying on top of him and his hand is a bit under shirt, touching the skin of your back.

“I love you.”

You freeze.

You move away from him and flick on the lamp. He sits up and you turn to him.

“You do?” you whispered.

“Yes. I do…” he says with a breathy but small chuckle. The gaze in your eyes made you feel like you were the only jewel in the universe.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

“I love you too.” you say confidently.

You wondered if have always felt this way. You didn’t know it was possible to be with someone this intensely.

Slowly you both lean in, crushing in each other’s lips. You lay back, his never detach from yours as he halfway hovered over you. His smooth skin let your hands skate over his body and he hooked your leg over his hip, poking the back of your knee in the process. A light sigh comes out and he immediately but gently placed open mouth kisses on your neck.

He didn’t want to, but he pulled away as you were feeling the pressure of the effects of your pressed body onto him. He was starting to feel the full effects of temptation.

You breathe heavy as you look up at him. The faint sappy smile didn’t miss his eyes. You began to fall into peaceful slumber as he held you tight.

“Okay….I have to go….” you say to him as he continued to kiss you.

“Just have fun.” he says and you nod.

The Denali Coven sat in support. You owned the stage as you worked the piano to your advantage. It was definitely less pressure than the last competition you. You felt right in your backyard.

You smiled brightly the gold medal was snug in your hands.

Your cheeks hurt when Edward gave you flowers and a smooch that he wasn’t shy about.

As you both got the car alone, Edward asks if he can take you out to dinner.

“I promised Kate and Tanya that I would go with them.”

“Go with them where?”

“They just said they wanted to treat me. Even have some girl talk.”

“I’m picking you up in an hour…After tonight you will thank me. You also see for yourself.” he says.

You grin.

Irina came to distract her wandering mind. You still enjoyed her company as you all sat high on stools at the round table. They pretended to be drinking alcohol. Every guy looked their way but they gave you their attention.

The low lights in the public setting let them be comfortable.

“A succubus…What the heck is that?” you ask.

“According to the “people”, it’s a female demon who has sexual intercourse with men to drain their life force or energy. We’re the creators of the said myth.” Kate says.

“What happened?”

They had many lovers. Some that they had fun with, some that they have developed feelings for.

Their bloodlust would win everytime. Their strength would win everytime.

“It took a lot of practice..We were always lonely after the loss of one.” Tanya says.

“That’s why I’m strongly attracted to Laurent…To me, he’s the one.” Irina speaks.

“I put together that mammals have blood. It’s like a substitute. You have a…Soda..Then you have diet soda. Enough of it, I can get used to it and I don’t have to hurt anybody else when I just want to have fun.”

You nod.

“Whenever you and Edward do decide to become intimate, just tell him slow…Let him feel your body. Specifically his hands. His fingers. Your body will react positively to him because you both love each other. He also knows the human anatomy, knowing where things are. You shouldn’t have to worry like some poor girls do when they’re stuck with guys who don’t have a clue in the world.”

You nod again.

“How many times have you had fantasies about him doing that to you?” Kate teases. Tanya waves her off.

“Anyway, Y/N, you did wonderful today. You made your older cousin proud.” Tanya says.

You snigger, “Thanks.”

“You wanted to know about your gift.” Tanya then says.

“Yes. That. I don’t understand. He said voices. Is it my voice?”

“What it seems like he described is something like inundation. I could be wrong but it’s definitely something close along those lines. If you’re going to be making people go insane, it could be powerful.” Kate says.

“Interesting. Edward told me it could be used as defense.”

“Yeah…Or you know, you could get on his nerves for fun.” Tanya says.

“Alright, I’m going to ask the guy who keeps staring how pretty he thinks I am.” Kate says.

“Which one?” you and Irina ask.

She gives you both a humor look as Tanya follows her. Irina gets up and tells you, “Sorry..I have to make sure they’re not too reckless.”

You give her a small smile.

You turn on your stool and a guy who was trying to approach you, smiled at you.

“Hi.”

“H-hi.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Um..I’m too..Youn- I don’t drink.” you quickly say. “Do you enjoy company?” he asks with a smirk.

You open your mouth to say you have a boyfriend but Edward is already sitting next to you on a stool. You hug him with a smile.

“You came.”

“I told you I would.” he says. He then steals a glare at the man who’s walking away. You use your hand to turn his face back to you, you press a kiss to his lips that he had no problem returning.

You sit back in your stool and he gives you a flirty grin. He pulls your stool closer to him as your legs were crossed. Both knees are touching. He almost hit the spot that made you feel sappy.

“Bored yet?” he asks you.

You look over to the men who were dying to get the attention of the three sisters.

“Yeah.” you say with a chuckle. He smiles and lets you rise up as he holds your hand.

You both sat at in your designated room. The house was empty as you both kissed each other. This time, he hovered over you, with his knee between you.

Your hands glide under his shirt, he held you extra tight as he focused on kissing you.

You take his hand and make it go under yours. He retracts it like he touched a fire. You sat up as he was distant from you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask breathlessly.

He closed his eyes and grunts a little.

“Y/N…That almost made me…”

“Sorry.”

“No it’s not you…Its me…” he whispered as he looked at you.

“Stop blaming yourself.” you coo to him as he lets you get close him again. He closed his eyes to the touch of your lips on his face.

“Come on…Play me something.” you say to him in his ear and kissed him there like how he does for you.

His hand grabbed the nape of your neck and forcibly gives you one last passionate kiss before taking you to the piano.

He sat at the piano bench and gestured for you to sit next to him. You both stare at each other silently with excited eyes.

You see that his hands were clenched on his knees. You smother your hand. They immediately loosen. He watched closely as you move his hand and put it on your own thigh. He was still but his hand wasn’t. You didn’t have to continue to forcibly move his hand and once he graced his touch on your covered center, he stands.

He faced the window.

“It’s me.” you say in defeat to his back as you stand behind him.

“It’s not you, Y/N….Its hard…This is so hard…”

“You won’t hurt me.”

He turns back around and faces you. He takes your hands in his and pulls you close to him.

“Y/N…When we make love…I want us to do it when you’re my wife.”

”…Your wife..?” you whisper.

He caressed the feel of your hands that made your breath slightly shaky.

“I want to marry you…It’s what I want more than anything..”

You’re speechless.

“I do believe that we will continue to be happy together. I want us to.”

You nod.

“I like being by your side. I like having you by my side. I like us to be partners.”

“I like it too.” you say quietly.

“I love you so much.”

“Edward.” you say shyly to him. It was overwhelming. But, it was great. You felt that you were dreaming this moment.

His thumb brushed across your bottom lip as you peer up at him. He glided his hand to cup your face, each other’s gaze felt like a magnetic pull. Contentment.

“I love you too.”

You both hug. His face buried in your neck. It was bone crushing but you felt safe. It felt like a weighted blanket was hugging you tight.

He lifts his face some, his hands keeping you in place as he kissed you hard.

You felt each other’s feet walk backwards. Your back is on the wall. This time you both take your time with letting your mouths get to know each other.

You both sighed out as you both learned the outline of each other’s lips.

His hands are flat on the wall about you as you put your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss. You felt him hold back, you so badly wanted him to be free.

He rests his forehead against yours as he breath in your pants. Your soft pants hit his lips as both lips were so close, they could brush up against each other.

He backs away, pulling you with him and into his chest. He holds you as you heard the others come in from being out.

You greet everyone with Edward.

Kate and Tanya stood near the front door with Irina. She had a look of her mind made up.

“He will come back sister.” Kate says.

Irina shakes her head at this claim.

“I’m going to see if I can find him. I have to…I can’t stand around….” Irina then pauses as she has an idea, “I’m going to check Forks first.”

“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Tanya asks.

“I’m just going to tell him to come home. There’s no need.”

The two other sisters nod once.

As soon as she left, Edward’s phone rings.

“It’s bad. It’s really bad. Why did you let Irina go by herself? I can’t see her future!”

Tanya hangs up with a worried look.

Tanya looks at Kate and they’re immediately following the same direction that Irina went.

“Will they be okay?” you ask Edward.

“She hasn’t been gone long…” he says but he himself is not sure.

“Do you want to stay?” he asks you as you two lie in bed. You were surprised. You whisper out a yes in the darkness. He held you tighter. You wondered when they were coming back.

Two days.

You cheekily smile at Edward as you two made conversation and the look on his face transformed yours into worry.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea or not, but you follow Edward with a run as he stared wide eyed at the sight.

“Irina!” you say in panic. Carmen and Eleazar were immediately at the sight.

Her clothes were covered in blood.

She sobbed. You wondered if she relapsed on her diet. But you knew the sisters to have amazing self control for them do something so impulsive.

Her sisters carried her away. For a strong vampire, she was weak emotionally.

“What happened?” you ask once Carmen and Eleazar is already to her aid.

“Let’s go somewhere.” he says quietly.

You hold his hand as he pressed your back to his chest. It was dark, the moonlight shined down on you in the huge landscape, was something that you sworn you could only dream of.

“Is she okay?” you ask in a whisper.

“I don’t know…I don’t think she will be for a while.” he says. You turn in his arms and hold his face.

He closed his eyes as he pressed your hands to his face.

“Laurent is dead.”

“W-….What? How?” you ask.

“…He did curve his diet. He was…drinking from…A human but….The wolves got him.” he reveals.

You look down in defeat.

You crept in the doorway. Irina’s face was dissociative. She was completely devastated.

”What’s wrong?” you say tearing up. Your parent continued to cry. You barely ever heard them cry. It made you extremely worried.

“Your friend died, Y/N.”

“Who? What?” you ask.

“Bella…She lost…She…She lost too much blood.” they choke out.

“What happened?” you ask with your voice quivering, “Just tell me… What happened?”

“She was attacked by some wild animal hanging in the woods….Charlie told her not to go by herself…He told her.. I was there with Harry Clearwater when she exclaimed about animals not being bears…So many animal attacks were happening…It could’ve been one of those stray animals.”

“Poor Charlie.” you say as a few tears drop.

“I wish you were here Y/N. I need to hug you right now….I would lose my mind if I lost you Y/N. You’re my child….That was his only child..That was his only baby.” they choke out.

You stayed on the phone as they cried.

You stand in front of Edward. You dodge a kiss as he leaned in. Something that you never have done before. You felt distressed. But, you felt it wasn’t fair to him. You felt bad so you immediately place a quick kiss on his face.

“What is it?”

“Just tell me Edward….Did you know that Bella died?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you. He knew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask in a heartbroken tone.

He stops you from pacing and he holds your upper arms, “I didn’t feel comfortable doing that. I’d rather you know from someone who’s close.”

“You’re close to me…”

Edward immediately embraced you and you didn’t know why you couldn’t cry as your face was pressed to his chest. You wanted to. You felt incredibly sad. You didn’t even know if you could handle her funeral. She was the daughter of the chief of police.

“Irina wants to see us.” Edward whispered after moments of embracing each other.

You nod and let his hand enclose in yours.

You’re propped up with him on the couch, as Irina stands in the middle of the spacious sitting area.

Kate and Tanya look at their sister in support. Carmen and Eleazar are patient.

“Y/N, you know about the wolves. Edward, I need you. I also need you to see if the other Cullens will join us.” Irina says seriously. She wasn’t as grieve stricken as you saw her last night. She instead looked determined.

Edward looked blankly at Irina, “We have a treaty with them. Carlisle will have a fit.”

“They killed the love of my life!” Irina says passionately.

“Laurent didn’t have a treaty with them. There was no reason for them to kill him. You said they know Y/N. It could’ve been a get back for a human to choose one of us.” Kate says quietly.

“I only know two of them.” you say.

“There were more than two.” she spat out in anger.

“I told you Y/N. They grow in packs.” Edward says in your ear.

“That quick?” you ask in surprise.

“Are you both with us or not. Y/N can lead us to them. They wouldn’t suspect her…Then we attack.”

“Have you talked this over with Carlisle? After all, you’re getting Y/N and Edward involved.” Eleazar speaks reasonably.

“I will make the call before anything happens.” Irina confirms.

“It’s better if you see him in person. He will only talk you out of it over the phone.” Tanya says.

Irina nods.

“Edward isn’t doing it.”

“Y/N isn’t doing it.”

You look at each other.

“And why not? If this was one of the two of you, there would be no questions asked.” Irina demanded.

“If Edward get hurt-”

“Edward is skilled in combat. I know. In fact we all know.” Irina says.

“It’s unnecessary for Y/N to get involved. The human, was a distant friend of hers.”

“I think she should. They see one vampire, they’re going to be ready to attack. Especially, after Laurent. They’re already an existing threat to us.” Tanya says.

“Talk to Carlisle.” Carmen reinforced.

As you both lie in bed, Edward asks, “Do you want to go back?”

“What do you want to do?” you ask.

“Whatever you want to do.” he answers.

“That’s not helping…I don’t know what I want to do….”

He brushed his knuckles against your cheek as he slowly blinked at you.

“I feel bad for her. I don’t want Carlisle to be disappointed in us.”

“It’s up to him in the end.” he says quietly.

Carlisle ended up coming there in the morning. With Esme.

Esme and Carlisle still showed you a warm welcome. Though, they stood side by side as they faced Irina and her coven.

“No. Y/N and Edward are to not get involved.”

“We need them!” Irina hissed out in frustration.

“We come in peace. You know that-”

“You have been our allies before. Why the sudden change now?” Irina asks.

Carlisle sighs a patient sigh, “They were other vampires. This is different. We’re bound to a treaty that we made with them. If we break it, to seek revenge, then it will disregard everything that we have morally built for.”

“If it were Edward…If it were Y/N….You would attack back.” Tanya says slowly in support of her sister.

“I’m sorry…I just won’t allow it. If you do decide to…Take action…I can only wish you the best.” Carlisle says and Esme gives an apologetic nod.

As things settled down since the decision was made, you sat alone in your room.

Esme asks if she could come in. You pat a spot next to you.

“Are you okay? I know that she was friend of yours.”

“I don’t know to be honest….I just saw her not too long ago…Why would she be in the woods after her dad told her not to?” you wondered.

Esme shows a look of sympathy.

“Are you coming back? For the funeral?”

“I don’t think I can handle that…I’d rather remember her alive.” you mused. She rubbed your back.

“That’s okay…Don’t force yourself.”

You nod.

“How is everyone?” you ask quietly.

“They’re okay. Some of us are split up. Rose and Emmett are on their own vacation.” she says.

You give her a small smile.

Edward held you tighter than never before that night. His nose stayed to the nape of your neck as you slept.

You woke up the next morning with him gone.

You rise and you hear his voice going back and forth with Irina. You try to hear as you were in the bathroom but the word Volturi kept getting thrown around.

“Don’t get them involved.”

“I will. I’m in good standing with Aro. Hell, we all are.” Irina counters back.

“Stay out of it son. It’s her decision.” Carlisle calmly says and they all look to you as you enter. Edward immediately is at your side.

“We’re leaving.” Edward says and tugs your hand before you could process the responses in the room.

You watch as he packed everything in a flash.

“I’m not letting us stay here if she’s going to the Volturi.”

“We can’t go to Forks…That’s close to La Push..” you say to him.

“I know..I know. We’re going where Alice and Jasper are.”

You nod.

Sad hugs were thrown your way. As you hugged Irina, you expressed, “If you don’t make it out alive, I will kill you.”

You got to see her genuinely crack a smile for the first time you have been there, it was beautiful.

“Keep in touch.” You also heard from the coven.

You sat with Alice as she was frozen. Jasper held her hand as he stayed concentrated on her. You held her other hand. You thought she was going to break it from how hard she squeezed.

Edward was focused as well. His eyes shifting as Alice was in an almost trance like state.

You wondered what she saw. Jasper wondered just as much as you did.

“It’s so…Chaotic.” she says after some time of silence.

“Are they…Okay?”

“Yes but…The Volturi…They…It was so…Sinister.” she whispered, “They’re going to come here after. They’re going to find out Y/N is human, Edward.”

“I’m not changing her.” he says stubbornly.

Alice looked up at him and he glared back.

“Come on, darling.” Jasper says and Alice is leaving out of the room with him as he consoled her.

“It all goes back to me.” you say quietly.

Edward kneeled and meets your eyesight, “Don’t say that.” he whispered.

“I don’t want to let you go.” you whispered to him and he placed a kiss on your mouth repeatedly. He then lays his forehead on yours as he holds your face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere.” he vowed.

You both stay in a close embrace. You knew it was for a very long time. You wondered how your life would change after this moment. You wondered if you should go home for the funeral, but you wondered if that would cause more problems since you knew that the Volturi coven were going to agree to go to war for Irina. You would have to be around the sad sniffles when you were used to the happy times. You wondered if Charlie was taking it harder than you imagined. All you could was wonder in that moment.

[beachlifelez]

The setup was subtle enough that Jane didn’t even realize she’d been set up.

It was another travel soccer weekend for her daughter Alexis. Jane was always happy to chaperone these trips; she loved watching Alexis develop into a strong young woman through her growing soccer skills. Alexis also seemed to be very popular with her teammates, which made Jane very happy to see.

This Saturday after their games, Alexis asked if maybe she could spend the night in her friend Celeste’s hotel room. This would mean Jane would have to share their room with Celeste’s mom Heather. Jane liked Heather a lot, and didn’t see any issues, so she readily agreed. Truth be told, spending all these weekends with Alexis, her teammates, and their moms had sparked a bit of girl lust in Jane.

All the very attractive, athletic girls, and some of their moms, including Heather, had Jane experiencing feelings she’d had in the past, but never fully acted on. Some girlfriend kissing as a teen was about as far as anything had ever gone for her. Lately, though, she was wondering what it might be like to actually make love to another woman.

The moms said goodnight to their daughters after dinner and they went to their separate rooms. Jane and Heather relaxed with a bottle of Chardonnay.

“Celeste is a beautiful young woman, Heather. And such a good soccer player. You must be so proud.”

“Thank you, Jane, that’s so nice of you to say. I am proud. And I have to tell you that Alexis is just so precious. She’s really a perfect match for Celeste.”

“Perfect match? What are you talking about?”

“Omigod, I’m sorry. Maybe you weren’t supposed to know yet. Oops. I probably shouldn’t be the one to tell you, but Celeste and Alexis have been a couple for about three months now. I dare say they might be in love.”

“My Alexis? With another girl? With Celeste? I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Is it so surprising that two beautiful young women with a lot in common might find that expanding into a special companionship?”

“No, no, it’s just that…well, Alexis has never indicated…”

“Perhaps she’s afraid you wouldn’t understand female-to-female attraction."

"Well, I've never really been with another woman, if that's what you mean. That doesn't mean I wouldn't understand...I mean, what about you?"

"Jane, I'm a lesbian, so yes, I understand female-to-female attraction. Very well. And yes, Alexis knows. I guess I thought you did. Well, tonight is full of surprises for you."

"That's an understatement."

"So you said you've never really been with another woman. Tell me, Jane, have you kissed any women?"

"Oh, you know, some silly games back in high school with a couple of girlfriends. Maybe a little groping, but certainly not anything beyond that."

"Yes, such good memories. When I hear Celeste and Alexis together in Celeste's room, it does bring back those days to me."

"You mean they...?”

"Yes, Jane, don't be so shocked. That's what they're probably up to right now in your hotel room. Get used to it, sister, now that you know."

Jane could feel herself blushing furiously.

"Oh...goodness...I mean, well, I guess..."

"Jane. Look at me."

Jane was a bit shocked by Heather's tone, but she obeyed.

"Love between two women is perfectly natural, I hope you realize that."

"I do, I do, oh, Heather, I promise I do. It's just that I didn't for a minute think my daughter would get to experience it before I did. Oh, God, that sounds so silly, doesn't it?"

"It's not silly at all. I think I know where your head is at. There's a lot of positive estrogen flow on these soccer weekends, that's for sure. It definitely gets my blood pumping. Let me ask you something."

"Yes?"

"If I kissed you right now, would you be receptive to that?"

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything."

Heather leaned in and kissed Jane square on the lips. Jane raised her hand as if to resist, but as she felt Heather's lips press harder, and felt Heather's tongue enter her mouth, her hand went instead to Heather's hip. Heather's arms went around Jane's torso and she pulled Jane's body close in, never stopping the kiss.

Jane's arms then went around Heather's body, too. She felt Heather move her hands down and begin squeezing her buns. It seemed only natural to mimic Heather, and so she moved her hands down as well. Heather broke off the kiss.

“That’s it, Jane, explore me. Enjoy me. I think maybe you need to learn a lot more about female-to-female attraction tonight.”

“Oh, god, Heather, yes. Please teach me. Please show me everything there is to learn.”

“You’re doing fine so far. Let’s lie down on one of the beds. I have a feeling we won’t be using the second bed tonight.”

Heather was right, of course. One bed was all they needed. For the next four hours, Heather taught and Jane learned. Not in a domme/sub kind of way, although Jane certainly demonstrated a keen new enjoyment of providing oral pleasure to Heather. Making up for lost time, perhaps.

When they fell asleep in each other’s arms, it was only for a while; Jane woke up a few hours later to the warm feelings of Heather’s tongue between her legs. On to the next round.

And in the morning, when they reunited with their daughters, Heather gave Alexis that “yes, it happened” look. Alexis smiled back at her and hugged Jane.

“Welcome to the club, mom.”

(Perhaps a bit longer than my normal stories. But I do hope you enjoy it, dear readers.)

[theballadofharkness]

Witch Hunt

Part 1.

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: After leaving your job at West View high, a surprise break in brings you face to face with West View’s own private detective ,Agatha Harkness.

Words: 2.5K

A/N: So after reading all the Agatha X Reader fics on tumblr I decided to write my own. This is hopefully going to be a multi chapter fic if enough people like it! No smut in this chapter… but there is more to come 🪻💜

You were a failure. A total and utter failure. As it turns out, taking a course to be a history teacher after finishing your history degree was the worse thing in the world when you couldn’t stand kids. Seriously what were you thinking? Just because your mom was a teacher and you had no clue what to do after graduation, that didn’t mean you’d excel at teaching asshole 13 year olds about the First World War. So there you were, looking at jobs in West View in your shitty apartment that was now in serious jeopardy now that you didn’t have a job to afford the rent. You could only sponge off your mom for another couple of weeks before you’d be forced to pack up and move back into your childhood bedroom.

Right about when you were going to snooze off to the florescent screen of your laptop you were woken to the sound of shattering glass in your bedroom.

“Fuck” you breathed and grabbed the closest thing to you that you could use as a weapon which happened to be a table lamp. “HEY!” You yelled when you saw what looked like…. A goth? In your room rifling through your drawers.

“Shit.” The teen turned to you before eyeing the window, turning to make a quick escape.

“Hey stop!” You yelled, throwing the lamp his way, missing the boy and shattering against the wall along with the broken vase he’d knocked over while turning over your room.

“Nice aim lady” he took off out your window.

“Fucks sake” your groaned and climbed out the window after him, running after him. “Hey! Stop!”

You chased him down your street and through a backroad which led to the Chinese take out on Monk street till he hit a chain link fence and you knew you had him beat. Grabbing onto the goths stupid hoodie you wrenched him down till he landed on his ass on the concrete.

“You… little shit…. I told you… to slow the fuck down” you panted as you grabbed him by the shirt collar and frog marched him back to your apartment. “Makin me run… asshole”

Shoving him into the living room you grabbed your landline “now tell me why were you in my house and what did you take or I’m calling the cops.”

“I could call them too. 18 year old boy trapped in a grown woman’s apartment? Doesn’t look good.” He sassed you back

“N-no. I’m a teacher. I’m well respected in this community” you argued back.

“You lasted a month before you quit and now you’re in debt and getting cheques from your mom in Boston” he told you, well he had you there.

“You little shit how dare you! And how did you know that?!”

“We have our ways” he shrugged.

“What were you looking for in my room?”

“The respect of your peers and a fulfilling home life. But you were fresh out of both”.

You were about to slap the smug look off of the teenager when there was a knock at your door. What now? “You” you pointed to him “stay.” You backed up to the door and opened it a crack “what?” You frowned

“I believe you have something of mine?” The woman at the door pushed past you and strode into your apartment like she owned it. “Teen” she regarded the boy on your couch who had instantly lost the air of smugness he previously had. “Apologise to the lady and let’s go”

“What?” You gaped “n-no way your son broke into my apartment!”

“Son? Oh honey no” she laughed “he’s more of a pet. And an unruly one at that. Apologise teen.”

“I-I’m sorry…” he smiled bashfully “I was taking initiative” he added.

“Apology not accepted!” You felt hysteric. “Why were you in my apartment?!”

“You worked at West View high in the history department. So you know Sarah Proctor's husband who is clearly having an affair….” Teen explained as the older woman sized you up.

“Huh? John? Oh he’s clearly sleeping with Dottie from the English department..

Nobody needs to borrow highlights that much.” You rolled your eyes “that and I’m gay so unless I’ve got a Dr Jekyll Mr Hyde situation going on you are clearly misinformed.”

“Oh no…” he breathed, his eyes darting fearfully to the woman next to you.

“Yes. Oh no indeed. We will be having a conversation first thing at my office teen.” She snapped “now up and out. You’ve taken up far too much of this woman’s time.”

“Sorry Agatha…” he stood up and walked out the door

“I’m sorry again dear. I’m sure you’ll forget about this in the morning…” she turned to you.

“Wait. Agatha? As in Agatha Harkness private detective?” You frowned “weren’t you in the paper recently? You solved a missing persons case last month? Reunited some twins right? You- you’re incredible”

“The very same” she looked you up and down “well aren’t you sweet. Why don’t you come to my office in the morning? I can reimburse you for damages and get you breakfast? How does that sound pretty girl?”

“Y-yes.” You breathed, entranced by the woman infront of you. “I mean sure yeah Um what time?”

“10 am sharp. Don’t be late.” She sauntered out of your apartment “cute pyjamas by the way kitten” she added as she shut the door behind her.

Your cheeks flushed as you looked down at your cat pyjamas in embarrassment. Oh god.

~

You walked to where google maps assured you Agatha’s office was but all you could see was Nicky’s music store. Looking around the area you spotted a door on the side of the building with peeling purple paint with an intercom next to it. You walked over and breathed a sigh of relief when the number 2 button was labelled ‘Harkness and Vidal private investigatiors’. You pressed the button and waited to be let up. Instead an older woman’s voice sounded out of the intercom

“Harkness private investigators. Who is this?”

“Oh um I’m y/n. I’m here to see Agatha” you supplied

“You don’t have an appointment listed with her. We are appointment only.”

“Oh um… Agatha said to meet her for breakfast? You broke into my house last night?”

“Oh! You’re the one that got her to put a brush through her hair. Second floor on the left dear.” She buzzed you through.

“Thank you!” You blushed, even though you very much doubted she’d spent as much time getting pretty for your meeting as you did, it was nice to know she’s maybe factored you in this morning when getting ready.

You went up to her office two steps at a time, eager to be face to face with those bright blue eyes that seem to have gotten you in a choke hold ever since she stepped foot into your apartment.

“Hello” you opened the door “uh Harkness and Vidal private investigators?”

“Just Harkness” Teen interrupted you quickly with wide eyes “it’s uh just Harkness.”

“Oh sorry the sign downstairs said Harkness and Vidal so I just thought-“

“Shh!” He quickly put a finger to your lips “we don’t say that name here”

“What Vid-“

“No! No we don’t.” He panicked.

“Okay… got it.” You frowned, intrigued as to who ‘Vidal’ was and what they’d done to make the very mention of their name illicit such a reaction.

“I’m Billy. Sorry again for last night… trying to impress the new boss you know how it is.” He smiled at you sheepishly.

“So where is Agatha?” You asked.

“Right here kitten don’t you worry” the sound of her voice filled the room, sending a chill up your spine. You twirled round to meet those blue eyes you’d been dreaming of all night. “You clean up well” she appraised you “

“Y-you too” you replied dumbly, enraptured by just how attractive she was.

“Why don’t you step into my office kitten” she smirked as she walked into her private office, expecting you to trail behind which of course you did. “So how much did your vase cost hmm?” She sat at her desk.

“Oh I have no idea it was my grandmothers” you shrugged

“I’m sorry kitten” she frowned, looking up from her cheque book

“I’m not. She was insufferable” you grinned at Agatha, making her laugh. “So… breakfast?” You smiled nervously “I um… I’m kind of broke right now as I’m sure you already know but I can cook at home?” You offered

“Well I was going to treat you kitten but I can’t pass up the offer of a home cooked meal now can I?” She cooed, rising from her desk and walking over to you in an almost predatory way. “Lead the way pet” her fingertips trailing down your spine till her hand rested on your lower back as she steered you out of her office.

~

“You’re not serious?” You grinned, sat on your kitchen counter, nursing your cup of tea as you listened to Agatha tell you about her most recent case

“And I said,"So did you learn anything? And she said yeah that I was totally using the wrong foundation brush” she chuckled, making you laugh even harder.

“Oh my god that’s brilliant” you giggled “you’re brilliant” you added as your shared laughter died down.

“You’re not too bad yourself kitten” she smiled, standing up from your dining room table to walk over to you, standing between your thighs. Any response you had prepared died on your tongue as she rested her hands on your hips. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Huh?” you breathed, eyes wide and terrified of fucking this up.

“That’s okay. We don’t need to talk” she cooed and leaned in closer till you could feel her breath on your face.

Before you could respond, her fingers were tracing the edge of your jaw. The touch was light, almost testing, as though she were deciding whether to take the next step or to let the moment pass. The heat of her fingers sent a jolt of anticipation through you, and your breath hitched.

And then, without another word, her lips were on yours. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, as though she were taking her time to explore, to savour the moment. Agatha kept one hand on your lower back, pulling you closer, while the other cradled one side of your face and the kiss deepened. You could feel her warmth, the subtle strength of her frame, and the way she tilted her head slightly to deepen the connection. You responded with equal passion, snaking your arms around her neck to hold her as close as possible. When the kiss broke, it was only to catch your breath. Agatha rested her forehead against yours, both of you panting softly in the stillness of the room.

Her sharp, knowing eyes glinted in the natural light, the sort of eyes that missed nothing—yet this morning, they seemed almost playful, warmer than you'd expected.

“You’re a dangerous woman,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her chuckle was soft, low, a hint of dark amusement dancing in her gaze. “I prefer to think of myself as... captivating."

“That you are Miss Harkness.” You smiled, pulling her back towards you for another kiss, this time more urgent, a hungry tension filling the air between you. Agatha responded immediately, her hands threading through your hair, her body flush against yours. For a moment, the world outside your apartment ceased to exist. All that mattered was the softness of her lips, the heat of her touch, and the undeniable spark that seemed to flicker between the two of you.

It was only when the smell of burnt bacon filled the air and your smoke alarm began to sound out with a shrill beep that you pulled away “shit I burnt the bacon” you gasped before the two of you started to laugh. “Okay so.. cereal?”

You hopped off the counter and got out two bowls “fruity pebbles or lucky charms?” You offered

“It’s times like this I’m reminded I’m old enough to be your mother kitten. How haven’t your teeth rotted out of your head sweetheart?” She laughed as you pulled out the sugary cereal

“Hey I floss” you fired back with a smile. “Although until I find another job I may have to give up my beloved marshmallows”

Her lips quirked, "then I might have a proposition for you," she said, voice smooth and measured, but with a playful undertone that sent a flicker of warmth through you. “Why don’t you work under me sweetheart?”

“What? Me?” You turned to face her “I did a degree on the history of witchcraft I’m not exactly Sherlock Holmes”

"On the contrary," Agatha said, her tone taking on a hint of mockery, though there was something undeniably alluring about the way she spoke. "The way I see it, you’re precisely the kind of person I need—someone with the time, the smarts, and frankly..." Her voice dropped lower, teasing, as she took a slow step closer. "The looks."

You narrowed your eyes, raising an eyebrow. "Looks, huh?"

"Absolutely," she said, her gaze travelling over you in that calculating way that made you feel as though she was trying to memorise every inch of you. "I wouldn’t mind some eye candy around the office, after all. It does help with morale."

Your lips curved into a wry smile. "Oh, is that all I’m good for? A bit of eye candy to brighten up your day?"

She leaned in just a fraction, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. "I’d say you’re much more than that," she murmured, her eyes locking with yours in a way that felt both intense and intimate. "But if you want to flatter yourself into thinking you’re just decoration, that’s your prerogative."

You giggled again, the tension between you both thickening, and it wasn’t lost on either of you. Agatha was far from subtle, but then again, neither were you.

"I have to admit," you said, tilting your head slightly. "The idea of working for you does sound tempting. What’s the catch?"

She straightened up, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "No catch," she said smoothly. "It could be a good arrangement for the both of us, don’t you think?" The flicker of amusement in her gaze suggested she was toying with you, but you could tell she was being entirely serious.

She took another step closer, close enough now that her fingers brushed against your wrist, the lightest touch but enough to make your pulse quicken.

You didn’t speak immediately, weighing your options. But then, with a grin that matched hers, you shrugged. "I suppose I could give it a go. After all, who could resist working for someone with such an intriguing offer?"

Agatha’s smile widened, and there was a brief moment where she held your gaze—intense, sharp, and just a little bit dangerous.

"Good girl," she said, her voice laced with something that was almost a purr. “Now..." She stepped back slightly, her eyes glinting with renewed mischief. "Shall we discuss the details over a bowl of lucky charms?"

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. "Lead the way, Detective."

And as she turned towards the kitchen, you followed, knowing full well that whatever this "job" might be, it was bound to involve far more than just work.

[wadewnstonwilson]

deadpool & wolverine reimagine;

(part two: bye bye bye)

trigger warnings: like, literally all the violence, i don't really know how else to say that. corpse mutilation, nsync slander.

word count: 2.3k

part one

“Well, well, well! Look who came crawling back for chapter two! I knew you couldn’t stay away. It’s okay, you don’t have to say it—I’m irresistible, like tacos on a cheat day or Hugh Jackman’s abs in literally any movie. But enough about me… no, wait. Let’s talk about me some more.”

Wade's lying on his side, facing the Adamantium skeleton of James Logan Howlett, gesturing wildly as he starts his recap.

“So, where were we? Oh, right. Yours truly was out in the middle of Butt-Fuck North Dakota, digging up ol’ Logan’s skeleton for reasons that are definitely noble and not at all related to my self-destructive tendencies. Things were going great—I was making jokes, desecrating graves, really having a moment—when, BAM! Out of nowhere, the TVA shows up like it’s open mic night, and I’m the only comic left on stage.”

He leans forward, wagging a finger as if he’s lecturing you.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘Wade, what’s a bunch of Minutemen doing messing with a lovable scamp like you?’ And to that, I say: jealousy. They’re jealous of my stunning good looks, my sparkling personality, and—let’s be honest—my rock-hard glutes. Anyway, they were all like, ‘Ooooh, scary timesticks,’ and I was like, ‘Hard pass,’ and here we are.”

He claps his hands together and grins under the mask. “But lucky for you, the good shit starts now. Action, drama, possibly a musical number if the budget allows. You showed up for the chimichangas, but you’re staying for the chaos.”

Before he can launch into another tangent, a booming voice cuts through the air.

“Wade Winston Wilson!” an unmasked Minuteman yells from across the way, his voice dripping with authority and irritation. “You are under arrest by the Time Variance Authority for too many crimes to list. Come out and we’ll give you the courtesy of taking you in one piece!”

Deadpool freezes mid-gesture, his head slowly turning toward the source of the voice. He blinks a few times, then points to himself incredulously.

“Wade Winston Wilson?” he repeats, his tone mockingly formal. “Oh no, they used my full name. That’s like, Mom-level serious. What’s next? They ground me? Take away my swords? Cancel my Disney+ subscription?”

He turns back to the reader, his voice dropping to a whisper. “They can’t cancel my subscription, right? I mean, Hawkeye is my everything.”

The unmasked Minuteman stood tall and imposing, his voice cutting through the tense air like a blade.

“Last chance: throw out your weapons and come out peacefully.”

Deadpool peeked over the log, his red-and-black mask tilting slightly as if weighing his options. Then, with a shrug, he yelled back, his voice tinged with mock innocence.

“I’m not gonna give you my weapons.” He paused for dramatic effect, tapping his chin as though pondering a moral quandary. “But I promise not to use them. Cross my heart, hope to—ah, who am I kidding? I always hope to die.”

Satisfied with his retort, Deadpool turned back toward the skeleton, his masked face somehow exuding a mischievous grin. He squatted down next to Logan’s skeletal remains, gesturing to his fallen comrade as if introducing him to an old friend.

“You know, there are 206 bones in the human body,” he said conversationally, his tone taking on a sly edge. “207 if I’m watching Gossip Girl. XOXO.”

With a quick movement, he raised his hand and high-fived one of Logan’s skeletal hands, the brittle sound of bone against glove reverberating in the stillness.

“Alright, Peanut,” he whispered to the skeleton, his voice soft but brimming with determination. “Guess we’re getting that team-up after all. Maximum Effort.”

And then it happened. The mental switch that Wade Wilson flipped in moments of chaos. The world seemed to slow down for just a second, long enough for him to hear the music in his head—a carefully curated playlist of insanity. Was it a copping mechanism? Or just a way to blow off steam? The world may never know. This time, it was NSYNC's “Bye, Bye, Bye”. As the opening beats played in his mind, Deadpool’s body swayed slightly to the rhythm, his shoulders bouncing as if warming up for the carnage to come.

Deadpool launched himself from behind the dirt pile, a blur of red, black, and chaos. He gripped Logan’s skeletal neck in one hand, hoisting the remains like a grotesque trophy.

The Minutemen surged forward, their timesticks glowing ominously as they moved in formation, like a precision drill team. But Deadpool, wielding Logan’s skeleton like a deranged god of war, looked utterly unbothered. He landed in the clearing with a dramatic roll, one knee to the ground, Logan’s remains clutched tightly in his gloved hand.

For a brief moment, the battlefield seemed frozen in time. Then Deadpool stood, his posture commanding, his head cocked to one side. With a single jerk of his hand, he snapped off one of Wolverine’s adamantium rib bones. The metallic crack echoed through the air as Deadpool brandished the jagged rib like a dagger, its sharp edges gleaming menacingly in the dim light.

“Nothing personal,” he muttered, giving the rib a quick twirl.

In one hand, he held Logan’s rib bone, the jagged piece of adamantium glinting ominously as he hurled it with a force that seemed impossible. The rib bone whistled through the air and embedded itself in the neck of an oncoming Minuteman, the sharp crack of armor breaking and the gurgle of a stunned gasp echoing as the soldier collapsed.

But Deadpool was only getting started. He didn’t miss a beat—literally. He danced forward, his hips swaying and feet tapping to the rhythm only he could hear,

He bent down, grabbing Logan’s tibia—the long, solid bone still attached to rotting tendons. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed it into another Minuteman’s chest plate, the bone splintering through reinforced armor as if it were paper. The soldier crumpled to the ground, clutching at his shattered chest as Deadpool ripped the tibia free with a wet, sucking sound.

“Oh yeah, baby! Nothing beats the classics,” Wade quipped, spinning the tibia like a baseball bat before catching sight of two thigh bones still tethered to shin bones by decaying tendons. His masked face lit up with an almost childlike glee.

“Hello, beautiful!” he exclaimed, snatching the gruesome combo and giving it an experimental swing. The tendons held firm, creating the perfect makeshift nunchucks. “Oh, Logan, you shouldn’t have. Best gift ever!”

Deadpool twirled the bone nunchucks over his head with the speed and flair of a seasoned martial artist, channeling his inner Bruce Lee. The bones whirled around him in a blur, and as the first Minuteman charged, Deadpool swung the makeshift weapons with a resounding CRACK! The blow connected with the soldier’s helmet, sending it flying into the air.

Another Minuteman lunged, but Deadpool’s spinning bones caught him in the ribs, shattering his armor and sending him sprawling. He pivoted on his heel, the momentum of the nunchucks carrying into a full-circle sweep that took down three more soldiers, their forearms snapping like twigs under the relentless assault.

“Bone-crushing? Check. Skull-popping? Double check. This is officially the best day ever!”

Deadpool continued his rampage, swinging the thigh and shin bones with reckless abandon. He brought them down on a Minuteman’s shoulder, the blow so forceful that it drove the soldier to his knees. Without missing a beat, Deadpool wrapped the tendons around the man’s throat and pulled tight. The soldier clawed desperately at the grotesque noose, but Deadpool yanked harder, his voice cheerful as he said, “You know what they say—if you love someone, let them go. If you really love someone, pop their skull off!”

With a sickening SNAP, the Minuteman’s head detached from his body, flying off like a grotesque soccer ball and landing with a dull thud. Deadpool let out a triumphant laugh, spinning the now-headless Minuteman’s body before tossing it aside.

Noticing the remaining rib bones on Logan’s skeleton, Deadpool discarded the nunchucks with a flourish. “Don’t worry, Peanut, I’m not done with you yet.”

He ripped rib after rib from Logan’s skeletal frame, the sound of snapping tendons and wet cracks filling the air. Each rib became a projectile, a deadly javelin of adamantium that he hurled with precision. One rib pierced through the chest of a Minuteman, pinning him to a tree like a grotesque piece of modern art. Another rib caught a soldier mid-leap, slicing through his torso and sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

“Oh, come on, guys! Don’t fall apart on me now!” Wade taunted, throwing another rib that speared two Minutemen at once, their bodies colliding in a heap before toppling like bowling pins.

When the ribs were exhausted, Deadpool turned his attention to Logan’s clavicles. “You’ve been holding out on me, Peanut! These bad boys are sharp!”

He yanked the clavicles free, wielding them like twin daggers. He leaped into the air, driving one clavicle into the joint of an approaching Minuteman, the sharp bone slicing through soft tissue with ease. The soldier screamed, but Deadpool spun behind him, plunging the second clavicle into his unprotected back.

“See? I’m just trying to get under your skin—literally!” Deadpool cackled, kicking the wounded soldier to the ground and turning toward the next threat.

The Minuteman charged, his timestick raised high, glowing with time-warping energy. Deadpool sidestepped the first swing and grabbed Logan’s pelvis from the skeleton. He held it up like a shield, using it to block the next strike. The timestick glanced off the pelvic bone with a flash of sparks, and Deadpool grinned beneath his mask.

“Oh, now this is just embarrassing for you,” he said, twisting the Minuteman’s wrist with the edge of the pelvis. The soldier cried out as the timestick slipped from his grasp, and Deadpool grabbed it mid-fall.

“Guess what? You just got... boned!” Wade quipped, using the pelvis to wrench the Minuteman’s arm backward. The soldier stumbled, hitting the ground hard as Deadpool pointed the timestick at him. With a push of the button, the Minuteman was pruned out of existence, disappearing in a flash of light.

Deadpool crouched low over what remained of Wolverine’s skeleton, his breathing heavy and erratic beneath the mask. The battlefield around him was littered with shattered helmets, crushed ribs, and the faint groans of defeated Minutemen. But Wade was far from done. His gaze fell on Logan’s forearms, the glint of adamantium beneath decayed tendons catching his eye.

“Alright, Peanut,” Wade muttered, grabbing the skeletal forearms with both hands. “Time to see just how versatile you really are. And by ‘versatile,’ I mean ‘how much shit I can wreck with your leftover bits.’”

With a grunt, he widened the bone structure of the forearms, splitting the tendons just enough to slide his arms inside. The grotesque sound of sinew stretching filled the air as he worked his way up to the elbows.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Wade purred, flexing his fingers inside the makeshift arm guards. “Elbow-length adamantium gloves. So 2025. Eat your heart out, Gucci.”

As a new wave of Minutemen approached, their timesticks glowing ominously, Wade’s fingers brushed against a taut tendon near the base of the forearm. He tilted his head, curiosity sparkling in his voice.

“What’s this little doohickey?” he asked, prodding the tendon like a cat with a new toy. Then, with a sudden SNIKT, Logan’s iconic claws shot out from the forearm bones, gleaming like deadly knives in the light.

Deadpool froze, his body stiff as the weight of what he’d just unleashed sank in. Slowly, ever so slowly, he looked down at his hands. The claws extended from his clenched fists like they were made for him, a perfect, albeit horrifying, fit.

“Ooooooohhhhh yeah,” Wade breathed, his voice a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated glee. He stood, backlit by the eerie glow of the TVA’s Time Door, his hunched figure radiating an almost primal menace. Wolverine’s claws glinted menacingly as Deadpool flexed his fingers, testing their strength.

“I am soaking wet right now,” he declared, his voice dripping with excitement.

The approaching Minutemen hesitated, their formation faltering as they took in the sight of Deadpool, fully armed with Wolverine’s legendary claws. Wade let out a low growl, his knees bending as he crouched into an animalistic stance. He tilted his head back and roared, a guttural, feral sound that echoed through the battlefield. For a moment, he was the embodiment of raw, unbridled chaos—a blood-soaked parody of Wolverine himself.

But then, as quickly as it had begun, the moment froze. The world seemed to hold its breath, and Deadpool straightened slightly, his head tilting as if he’d just remembered you were there.

“To be clear,” he said, his voice suddenly calm, even conversational, “I’m not proud of any of this. The wanton violence. The whiff of necrophilia. It isn’t who I am.”

He paused, looking down at the claws protruding from his fists, the absurdity of the moment sinking in.

“It isn’t who I want to be,” he continued, his tone almost reflective now. “Who I want to be—well, to help you understand that, I’ve gotta take you back. To a simpler time. A time before I was desecrating graves and wearing my dead friend like a goddamn suit of armor.”

He sighed, the claws retracting with a metallic shink as he flexed his fingers. “But you’re just going to have to wait for chapter three, dear reader. Because, let’s be honest, our little fingers can only type so fast, and you can’t have too much of a good thing all at once, can you?”

Deadpool gestured dramatically toward the carnage around him. “So go on, grab a snack, do some squats, maybe rewatch Logan—you know, for research. I’ll be here, keeping it... classy.”

With that, he gave a cheeky salute, his grin practically audible through the mask, before turning back to the battlefield, claws popping once more as he prepared to dive back into the fray.

[efa-solheim]

Efa leaned in as well, keeping her voice to low tones between the two of them, though it wasn’t necessary in a near-vacant setting. “No one has to know,” she uttered to him. “And we can do whatever we like: listening or playing. We could have a pretty good time blasting our favorite songs in some huge room, we’ll play it by ear. No pun intended,” she said, a smile immediately breaking out. “Everything is better at nighttime—I do almost everything at night. I like being awake when everyone’s asleep. It’s like time stops existing until the sun comes back up. Not to suggest an all-nighter, I’m sure you do lots of those on your own.”

She stayed put in front of him, letting him hold onto her hand like an anchor. Even if she didn’t explicitly say it in the moment, she had made a promise both to herself and to him that she wouldn’t go anywhere. It pained her beyond explanation how disappointing and unfair it was, the treatment he had received in the past, and even recently. To sit here and witness this young man nearly break down in front of her just about brought her to a point of anger, justice if anything. To know no one has ever given him a chance, not enough to make an impact. Her silent promise to stick unfailingly by his side only carved deeper within her, and she grasped his hand still.

“I’m more than glad you feel safe enough to cry in front of me, and even more glad that you feel a little better,” she consoled. “I’m so sorry this is something you carry. I promise it will get easier over time to feel things as they are. It’s scary sometimes.”

“I would… appreciate an anchor. I don’t think I really have one in a person, outside of my mom, but she’s been really busy lately. I try not to burden her too much.” Briefly her eyes lowered, and her expression dropped a little. “You’d be my first friend in a while.”

when Efa agreed to go to dinner, viktor felt even more excited than he had before. ever since he was little, he’d dreaded endings, afraid they meant he’d never see the people he said goodbye to again. to know she still wanted to spend time with him made him thrilled.

grabbing his coat from the rack near the door, he led her out of the lab, locking it behind him before they made their way outside. it was cold, and when he noticed she had no scarf, he offered his own, unwilling to let a friend go cold.

“here we are,” he declared when they reached the diner, the bell jingling when they stepped inside. “it’s never too busy here, which i like. order whatever. i’ll pay.”

( @efa-solheim )

[threebyfours]

Crazy how ppl w “bad” moms are always jealous of me and my mom like… I’m sorry but keep that to urself or talk to therapist.

[hyperfixationtimego]

I love you fucked up tv shows I love you gorey movies I love you traumatized characters who perpetuate the cyclical nature of abuse while still managing to remain sympathetic I love you intentionally morally ambiguous media that exists specifically to pose questions about psychology, ethics, and human nature I love you unflinching examinations of what it means to dance the line between acceptable and unacceptable behaviors I love you I love you I love you

[luuxxart]

ok so according to the prev poll it seems like you guys want me to post the pmd comic right here !! (does save me a lot of time coding a new tumblr for comic purposes and setting up CF ;w;)

so just wanted to share some parts/sketches from what I have so far

[puppppppppy]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..

[hana-bobo-finch]

extraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuughhhhh

[secretlytherealsonicthehedgehog]

so this is me basically yapping about my queen’s complexity😊 regina mills they could never make me hate you

ANYWAYS. one thing i absolutely ADORE about her complexity is her voice. lana parrilla’s voice consistently changes depending on her scenes and i think it is done absolutely BEAUTIFULLY.

when she’s with cora, her voice is sensitive and quiet, as if she’s afraid to get yelled at but still looking for approval and validation.

with henry, her voice is firm but still caring. it’s her SON, after all.

with daniel, it’s free and joyful and you can just tell the difference when she speaks to him vs to anyone who’s not her family.

her voice is so powerful in so many other ways. it shows weakness, strength, fear, love, and it’s all portrayed and executed in a way that’s purely majestic.

next thing is the parallels.

regina’s greed is eventually fully explained, she loses everything, but something i’ve noticed is that everything she loses is everything she’s never actually had.

her mother’s approval, daniel, henry, hell even graham. something archie says in s2 is that everything she loses is because of magic. i think that’s true and they should’ve extended that theory further throughout the show.

her mother never truly loved her — only taking advantage of her daughter’s weakness, her need for love.

i’m not sure if this is stated, but i’ve always interpreted this way. i don’t believe she and daniel were together very long. yes, long enough to fall in love, but in ouat, that normally seemed to happen rather quickly. anyways, regina was this close to marrying daniel until cora killed him. she never truly had him in the way she wanted — and we all know nothing happened in the way she wanted.

with henry, she, again, never really had him. he was never her son, not in the way she needed him to be. he was always emma’s son, even if it felt like he was hers. yes, henry loves her, he cares about her, but at the end of the day, his determination to stick with emma in the earlier seasons always seems to overcome that.

the last one is obvious but graham could not feel anything. meaning, whatever regina felt for him, whether it was love, lust, or nostalgia, was not real. which, equals in false hope, false love, all that. (i say nostalgia because in my mind, regina sees daniel in all her past/current lovers.)

so, in conclusion to this little yapping session, regina goes several seasons with absolutely nothing. it hurts to say it, but that’s just the way her life was portrayed. now, i’m leading up to how her greed is involved in this, along with her almost drug-like addiction to magic.

she consistently goes after things she cannot have. an example of this is her attachment to children. in season two (?), regina takes away her fertility with magic to piss her mother off. this soon comes to bite her in the ass and leads to her adoption journey with henry.

maybe three times she tried to take someone’s children as her own. yes it sounds bad but there’s an explanation for that. since she can’t have children, regina’s greed for one only grows stronger. the first time she did this was with owen, a little boy who managed to get inside storybrook with his father — whom she framed for drunk driving and i believe child neglect (correct me if i’m wrong) when owen refused to live with her and abandon his father.

another time was with ava and nicolas, at the time known as hansel and gretel. after retrieving the iconic apple from the blind witch, hansel and gretel come back to regina’s castle and as a “reward,” she tries to invite them to live with her. she basically tried to bribe them, but their love for their father was so strong, so out of spite she uses magic to separate the twins from their father.

and lastly, throughout season one, she attempts to kill or frame emma several times. this is because of her attachment to henry — which this time is somewhat explainable. for once, she finally has the child she deprived herself of and all of a sudden, after years of trying to fully connect with her son, she loses him. as she did several times before. hence why i said henry was never truly her child.

ANYWAYS.😊 regina mills you are a being of majestic and conflicting things that make you the woman you are and i absolutely LOVE IT.

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@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

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thinking about how one of the last things john ever tells dean is an admittance that the way he treated him was fucked. & of course this destroys dean and makes it so much harder for him to come to terms w his death right after and with his childhood in general bc he’s spent his entire life chasing after johns approval. he’s spent his entire life telling himself that the way he was treated was okay and justified and that their childhood was good because he could handle it and he was strong enough and that was how it had to be. he’s worshipped john as a hero and seen nothing wrong with any of it. because he’s had to. his entire life is built around this idea there’s nothing else. he’s his dads perfect soldier and punching bag and wife-replacement and suddenly his dads gone & he said he’s sorry and that he shouldn’t have treated dean that way. what the hell is he supposed to do now.

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Has anyone else heard about the Monster High celebration event happening at St. Pete’s Comic-con in January??

Garret Sander wil be there doing free doll signings, and him and a couple voice actors from the OG show are going to be there doing guest panels!!

And the Con itself is having a MH event with a cosplay competition/fashion show, doll sales, a MH scavenger hunt and there’s going to be makeup artists doing MH character/cosplay makeovers!

I found out about it a week ago and it’s all I’ve been thinking about since 😭

I’m trying my best to save up so I can go, the only real issue is I’ll most likely be going by myself and that’s absolutely terrifying as an autistic person with anxiety who’s never been out of the city with out someone I know- let alone out of the state 😅.

But this is probably a once in a lifetime opportunity for me (or at least a rare one) and I’ve already prepared a cosplay and taken time off work for it sooo I think I’m kinda obligated to go at this point lol.

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If anyone is going and wants to maybe meet up, let me know! It’s always fun meeting mutuals in person!

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I love learning ASL it’s so good. Makes me happy to learn it. I’m so glad my university has classes for it with professors actually steeped in Deaf culture.