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i cant believe i forgot nia is like an amazing cook??????? howww did i forget she knows how to cook as good as my nana.
#i can see her surprising everyone with breakfast one day#she was hungry and then she felt bad she wasn't making enough for everyone#if she knows the person well enough their breakfast is decorated to match them#the time isn't real if i don't look at it#oc: nia 🎆
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Hardersson x Teen!Reader
Summary: You're struggling a bit
*TW for eating disorder*
You didn't know when exactly it started but you knew it was here to stay.
"You not that hungry?" Millie asks as you sit down next to her for lunch.
Being the youngest member of the team had its perks and this definitely wasn't one of them. Everyone else got to choose where to sit for lunch while your older teammates made you sit with them.
You shrug. "Upset tummy."
It's not exactly a lie. Your stomach churned at the idea of having to eat a big meal (having to eat at all, actually) and it was uncomfortable. But it was uncomfortable not eating as well. You had hunger pangs almost every moment of your waking life.
Eat or not eat.
Pain or pain.
"Are you sick?" Millie asks, brow furrowed as she looks at you," You look a bit sickly."
You knew what she was talking about. You used to be able to control your eating well but you had spiralled recently. You felt ill even looking at the buffet earlier and you refused to even contemplate putting more than one thing on your plate.
It had been like this for weeks now and you knew everyone could see it.
Your skin had taken on a waxy pallor. Your nails had gone brittle and your hair was thinning at an alarming rate.
You hope that everyone just thinks you're sick. You push your food around with your fork before cutting it up into smaller pieces. You had a handle on this. You would get a handle on this.
"Bad night's sleep," You offer to Millie and she takes the bait, nodding like she understood what you were saying.
"Who had a bad night's sleep?" Your captain slid into the seat on your other side, with Pernille taking the seat on her right.
"y/n," Millie says," It's why she looks ill."
"You've been having a lot of those," Magda says, eyes narrowed as she watches you.
You try to be casual but with her and Pernille's eyes on you, you feel like you're under the microscope. You take a small bite of your food, trying not to wince when it tastes of nothing but ashes. You reach for your drink.
"It happens," You say diplomatically. You don't want to give anything away.
Magda and Pernille were protective of you anyway. You didn't want them to know this. They barely let you live on your own. You didn't want to be under their gaze all the time.
"Hmm," Magda hums, still looking at you and you load more food onto your fork.
You lift it up like you're about to eat before moving it back down onto your plate again.
"I heard that Emma's planning new drills. Is it true?"
Your question distracts Magda, who huffs and starts eating her own food. Her gaze is torn away from you as she mutters things under her breath.
You don't pick your fork back up.
Your hunger pangs worsen the more time goes on. You'd barely eaten lunch and you hadn't eaten breakfast either. You just tried to fill your stomach with water, leading to a semi-impressive feeling of bloating while also being able to feel it all slosh around in your belly.
Actually, now that you think about it as you run through drills and complete your sprints, you're not too sure when the last time you ate a full meal.
Did energy bars count as full meals?
Because you ate an energy bar during the break between drills.
Either way, it doesn't seem to be working now. Black spots appear in your vision and you have to stop moving so you can stay on your feet. You scratch at your neck, somehow feeling completely dehydrated even though you know that you had drank water not even five minutes ago.
"Hey." You don't even realise Pernille's holding your waist until she speaks. "Are you okay? You're swaying."
Her eyes look worried and you try to nod but it only makes you feel worse, more black spots appearing before you go almost completely limp.
"Okay," Pernille says softly even though she's panicking on the inside," Let's sit down, okay? We're just going to sit down."
But you don't have enough strength to sit down and you've lost consciousness almost the moment you touch the ground.
"Hey!" Pernille calls out," I'm going to need some medics!"
She checks your pulse even though she's got a feeling she already knows what's happened. Magda can be distracted but Pernille can't.
She's noticed your general wariness at lunch, the way you talk more than eat and how you play around with your food. She knows that you're not eating breakfast too just by the way you ate a cereal bar this morning.
You're sixteen so you're not exactly great at cooking either so Pernille's also sure that you're not eating well at home either.
She knew that she should have put her foot down when you moved from Vittsjö to Chelsea. She knew she should have made you move in with her and Magda.
"We need to get her inside," One of the medics say.
You're almost too light in Pernille's arms as she lifts you and carries you inside.
"Is she okay?" Magda runs over to join them.
"She's not been eating." Pernille feels confident in what she thinks. "So, no, Magda, she's not okay." She lays you down on the physio bed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I don't care what she says, she's not okay and she's not going home alone."
Magda's a little dense sometimes. "Who's she going home with? Is someone on the way?"
"Us, Magda. She's coming home with us and she'll be lucky if I ever let her out of my sight again. You've still got the spare bedroom made up, right?"
"Exactly as we left it," Magda says.
She looks down at you. You look much younger than your sixteen years as you rest on the bed. You've never passed out before to Magda's knowledge and your skin looks almost translucent as you lay there.
"She'll come around soon," The medic promises," Get her energy levels up and take her home. She needs rest." He glances around. "And I'll set up a meeting with the nutritionist for next week."
"I've got some trail mix in my bag," Magda offers," I'll grab some."
You come around slowly, blinking your eyes and squinting as you adjust to the light.
"Are you going to yell at me?"
"Why?" Pernille says," Have you done something that I need to yell at you for?"
She helps you sit up, jamming a water bottle between your lips so you can rehydrate before Magda dumps a bag of trail mix into your hands.
You hold it there.
"Eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Eat," Your captain says firmly," We're not leaving until you've eaten at least half."
You have to fight to roll your eyes.
Fine, you'll play their game, nibbling on the nuts and fruit as you think of some topic to distract them both.
Only Magda doesn't let you speak.
"I don't want to hear any arguments," She says," You're staying with me and Pernille now. We've got your room ready and you'll be eating three square meals a day and snacks."
Your stomach drops. Your throat goes dry.
"What?"
Your mind works in overdrive as you try to come up with some way to make Magda change her mind. You end up deciding that the best course of action is pretending that it's all a joke.
"That's funny," You say," Is this a weekend thing or something? Because I have plans that I can't miss."
Magda's face hardens and you decide that looking at Pernille is obviously safer.
(It's not).
She looks equally as angry, if not more so than Magda. Her arms are crossed over her chest as she stares you down.
You're getting the distinct feeling that you're caught in a bear trap.
"You're a good kid," Pernille says finally as she watches you shovel trail mix into your mouth just so you had something to do," And you're so talented. I don't know what's going on but we're here to help you."
"Nothing's going on."
"There is," Pernille says firmly," And that's okay. We're going to help you."
You stand up quickly, too quickly perhaps because you wobble uncertainly on your feet and Magda has to guide you back to a sitting position.
But you still try to salvage your wounded pride.
"I'm fine. I don't need help."
"You do," Magda says," And I'm sorry that we didn't realise sooner."
"I..." Tears spill down your cheeks against your will. "I don't need help."
"We're going to help you anyway."
#woso x reader#hardersson x reader#pernille harder x reader#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson x reader#magdalena eriksson#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
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"Stolas is a worse dad than Blitz, because when Stolas was about to die he chose Loona over him."
The situations were completely different, you can't actually compare them in that way.
1) In Western Energy, Blitz was going to go save Stolas, but was able to send Moxxie and Millie instead, freeing him up to stay with Loona.
In Mastermind, Blitz was in imminent danger. As in, by the time Stolas saw what was happening there was only about a minute until Blitz was going to be decapitated. There was no one to send in his place and no one else could've gotten there in time even if there was.
2) Loona had a hospital appointment she couldn't go to on her own due to her extreme phobia of needles, and it would have been years before she could get it again if she missed it (unless Stolas pulled some strings).
Octavia was not in danger and had no pressing need for Stolas to be by her side. He was also implied to have set things up so that, should he die before she's legally an adult, she'd still be well off and protected to the best of his abilities. She'd be heartbroken, yes, but her assets and future would be secure. (It's no substitute for a loving parent, of course, but it'd allow her some freedom to do as she pleased, like not being forced to marry someone against her will.)
3) Fighting Striker wouldn't be, and wasn't, a sure death sentence. He's good at what he does, but he's just one guy who can be fought.
Stolas didn't have the time or knowledge to come up with a good defense, and even if he did the court wouldn't have cared, because they were bored, hungry, and don't care enough about imps, due process, or doling out real justice to be bothered listening to a nerdy bird attempt to be a lawyer for some uppity imp trying to rise above his station. Putting all of the blame on himself and making a big, flashy production about how he's some cunning manipulator who thinks he's above the law and Blitz is just a worthless pawn to force them to pay attention to him was his only real option if he wanted Blitz to make it out alive.
And even if Stolas did let Blitz die, then he undoubtedly would have spiraled into an even deeper depression, riddled with guilt, grief, and self-loathing. Because that's what happens when you have precarious mental health and watch the love of your life be executed, knowing you could maybe have done something to stop it, but didn't even try. Which, you know, also would have hurt Octavia, because it's not easy seeing your parent in that state. Neither choice would have spared Octavia the pain of losing her father, at least temporarily, and people would still be calling him a bad dad for letting his mental illness affect his relationship with her.
Also, did people not see the way Blitz was begging Stolas not to take the fall for him? He absolutely would have re-taken his place on the chopping block if it meant Stolas didn't have to die. Then Loona would be down her only parent, with Blitz actively choosing Stolas first, because Stolas was seemingly about to die and M&M had already promised to take care of her. You know, exactly like Stolas in this episode.
Blitz would have been in the same sinking mental health boat if Stolas died, as well, except he did try to save him (or more accurately, get him to save himself) it was just entirely fruitless. The man nearly ran his company into the ground because they broke up, he'd fall completely apart if another person he loves died "because of" him (in his eyes), this time without even knowing that Blitz loves him.
When push came to shove, when someone they love was about to die right in front of them and they felt secure with the knowledge that their child would be okay without them (eventually), they both attempted to sacrifice themselves instead. And they both would have been inconsolable wrecks if the other had actually died. There were no good options, they were just trying to make it so that everyone they loved made it out alive, even though putting themselves in the line of fire was the only realistic way of doing that.
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God, Scarlet, you have no idea how much I love your raceway au. True, I've never been a fan of racing and competitions, but I loved your fic from the first words.On the contrary, I was glad to see not only the official chapters, but also oneshote. This is encouraging, and I would like to ask for more raceway short fics if I were braver. I just always wanted to ask for something else at the raceway, but I couldn't get over the my fear. No, I'm serious. the showtime and and the different interactions of the characters with each other excite me. :D
And well, I would like to make a request..? I'm embarrassed to do this, but today is my birthday and I want this day to stop being bad so... I apologize in advance. Can I get some showtime raceway? I fucking love them. (Sorry for my bad English)
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!🥳 Thank you for being brave and submitting an ask! If it helps in the future, you can submit anonymously! This will work as a direct continuation of Burger!
BURGERS AND TIES
A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT
Raceway AU by me
WARNING: NONE!
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Caine and Pomni were neck and neck around the final turn of the track, racing full speed towards the finish line for the third time. Both had steely determination to win, but with no items on the default track to use, it came down to kart maneuvers.
Their racing drew the attention of those inside, gathering on the lawn to watch the Caine and Pomni. They'd never seen someone race Caine before, none had dared try. He was the game's host, there was no way he could lose. It was surprising enough that Pomni was giving him a run for his money.
"WOO! GO POMNI!!" Ragatha cheered from the sidelines.
"YOU'VE GOT THIS, POMNI!!" Gummigoo shouted too.
Pomni couldn't hear her friends over the engine and wind but she could see them jumping up and down with excitement. Her heart leapt with joy from their support.
Pomni bumped Caine's kart in an attempt to throw him off on the final stretch. He steered into her in response. Their karts slammed together, sparks flying as they rapidly approached the finish line. The eye contact between them was intense, no longer looking forward on the straightaway.
Caine's code thrummed as the literal sparks between them flew. He was mesmerized by the way her hair flew in the wind, occasionally flitting over her eyes wildly. The sheer strength of her will to win would have struck fear into lesser men. To him, it was beauty incarnate.
Pomni felt a rush like no other. A digital adrenaline response that made her fearless under the gaze of a being as powerful as Caine. If anything, she found him endearing. Cute, even. He wasn't some overlord, but an eccentric showman eager for a good time. While his win-hungry gaze was piercing, there was a certain tenderness in it that made her heart flutter.
They blazed over the finish line together, slamming their brakes simultaneously to stop and check the leader board for which one of them won. The board pronounced the race a tie. Again.
Pomni and Caine groan and temporarily collapse in their karts, catching their breaths.
"How....how?" Caine repeated breathlessly.
"I don't know." Pomni responded, just as winded.
The others rushed Pomni, all talking and congratulating at once. Pomni shakily climbed out of her kart, nearly falling over from race rush withdrawal and being supported by Ragatha. "You did it! Holy smokes, you almost beat him!"
"Woo..." Pomni weakly cheered.
"Why don't you race like that all the time?" Jax inquired, brow raised. "If you did, you'd smoke everyone here but me." He chuckled.
"Oh, shut up. It obviously takes a lot out of her." Ragatha defended, holding onto Pomni.
Caine got his head straight, literally adjusting it, and floated out of his kart. "Well done, Pomni! That's the second time you've nearly beaten me at my own game. I must say, I'm impressed."
Gangle giggled, watching Pomni's reaction.
Pomni bashfully avoided everyone's stares. "Uh...heh, it's really not that big a deal-"
"Yes, it is!" Ragatha lightly shook Pomni, making her hat bells jingle. "You're incredible!"
"Thanks..." Pomni said with a shy smile.
"I don't mean to break up this lovely congratulation, but I do believe I have properly earned your attention." Caine crosses this arms lightly.
"Huh..? Oh, yeah." Pomni blanked at first but then remembered what she said. He had wanted to ask her something, but in her hangry frustration, challenged him to a race before he could explain himself. She broke away from Ragatha and stepped closer to Caine.
Caine looked at all the eyes on him and Pomni. He cleared his voice. "Please, excuse us." He put his hand on Pomni's shoulder and teleported away with her.
"They're totally gonna [%$!#]."
"JAX!!" Ragatha scolded with an angry fluster.
"For once, I agree with Jax." Zooble commented dryly.
"Z-!?" Ragatha choked.
"DID ANY OF YOU SEE THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER!? AAH-! MY HEART CAN'T EVEN!" Gangle shouted with utmost glee.
"Nah, mate. You're not the only one." Gummigoo chuckled. "That's one smitten bloke. It's hilarious."
"Ooh! Ants!" Kinger stared at the grass.
~
Caine and Pomni reappeared out of bounds, in the privacy of Caine's asset workshop. He reluctantly removed his hand from her.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Pomni asked.
"I was originally going to ask you your opinion on a new track idea I had but... Now I would like to ask you something else." He put his hands behind his back. One hand poised to snap.
"Oh?"
"Would you join me for lunch? I saw what you did to your burger and figured maybe....you're still interested in eating?"
A broad smile spread across Pomni's face. "Yeah, I am!"
"Excellent!" He snapped. A table with a red and white checkered cloth appeared behind him; along with plates of burgers and fries, and milkshakes. He backflipped over to the chair and pulled it out for her with his cane.
Pomni took the seat eagerly and dove into the food in front of her, taking huge bites of the perfect burger.
Caine didn't have a chair on his side. He sat in the air, legs crossed and stirred his milkshake idly. He wanted to give her a moment to her food before he struck up conversation.
Pomni looked at the burger in front of Caine and stared at him. She swallowed her mouthful. "You're not eating?"
Caine shrugged. "I've rarely done so, in an attempt to fit in, but it's a rather... awkward process." He pointed to the eyes inside his mouth. "These peepers tend to get in the way."
Pomni furrowed her brow in a curious expression. "Now I need to see that." She slurped on her milkshake.
Caine blinked in surprise. "Oh.. alright." He picked up the burger and his eyes flew out of his mouth and hovered over the top of his head as he bit down.
Pomni snorted and milkshake came out her nose. "You- you look like a Muppet!" She coughed and laughed at the same time at such a goofy sight.
Caine's shoulders shook with silent giggles as he quickly chomped down the burger. It disappeared from his mouth after only a few chews. His eyes went back to their original spots. "What I tell you? It looks weird." He couldn't help but smile at Pomni finding him so amusing.
Pomni wiped her face with her sleeve. The mess vanished, which she assumes was Caine's doing. "Thanks for this. I've really been craving a burger lately and wasn't really succeeding at eating one today for some reason." She dipped a fry in what was left of her milkshake.
Caine's smile warmed. "My pleasure, Pomni. You certainly earned it from me, that's for sure." He rested his chin on his hands. "Tell me, how have you kept up so well? I was really trying to beat you this time."
Pomni shrugged. "I don't know, really. I'm sure your kart is a lot faster than mine, but the karts are also kind of... weird. Maybe this isn't a secret and I'm just now noticing, but the karts seem to respond to the drivers in more ways than just pressing pedals and buttons."
"They respond to intent. It's part of the programming. The longer you race, the more your kart will be capable of because you'll sort of...bond, if you will. Once the kart has a feel for your racing style, it'll start responding before you do."
"So, the karts are sentient AI as well?"
"AI, yes. Sentient, no. Believe me, I've checked. The last thing I need are sentient karts running off with my racers."
"Why wasn't this mentioned earlier? Seems like an important thing to know about the karts."
"Gotta keep some things to the imagination, but I admire your curiosity, so I'm willing to answer your questions and explain things I would normally brush a side if brought up."
"You seem to make an awful lot of exceptions for me." Pomni squinted, a playful accusatory look in her eye.
Caine smirked, a light blush coloring the air around the sides of his face. "Gives me excuses to be around you. I enjoy your company."
"I enjoy your company, too." Heat rose to Pomni's cheeks. "So...to answer your question. I've been keeping up with you because I really, really want to- er, to win." The heat in her cheeks intensified.
"And you almost did. Dare I say... If you had ignored me, you probably would have. But you held my gaze." He rose and moved to her side of the table.
Pomni stood to meet him. He hovered close at her level. Pomni felt her heart race faster the closer he got. He took her hand and held it with both of his. She swallowed a dry lump in her throat, nerves threatening to choke her.
"Pomni...I would like to confess something, if you'll hear me out." Caine's code fluttered around like he swallowed an entire kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Pomni only nodded in response.
"I...don't know what I'm doing when it comes to human emotion, but I do know something with absolute certainty. I like you. A lot. Your smile, your laugh, your personality, your beauty... everything about you draws me in like a moth to a flame. I want to be around you all the time. I want to hear your stories, your joys, your fears, your fury. From what I have observed from the humans, these feelings are associated with romantic intent. So... I was wondering if..." Caine struggled to finish his sentence. The maddening butterflies in his code were going insane.
"Yes." Pomni said with a smile.
Everything stopped. It was like time in the game itself froze for half a second. Caine's hands trembled, squeezing hers lightly in an attempt to curb the shakes. "You're interested? In we- in us- uh-" He felt a blue screen coming on.
"Caine, you're sweet. You try so hard to get my attention, when you already have it." She gently held her free hand to the side of his lower jaw. "I was hesitant to say anything because...I was unsure too. You're brave to speak up first."
Caine nearly literally melted at her calling him brave. "Are you...sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into this. I really don't know what I'm doing, and I'm terrified..."
"Of messing up?" She gave a sympathetic look.
He nodded.
Pomni leaned in and kissed the side of his lower jaw opposite her hand. "That's a pretty human thing too. We'll figure it out."
Caine touched where she had kissed him. His blush brightly floating in front of his face. He gazes lovingly at her. "Yeah...we will."
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A/N: as another treat for your birthday, I will let you know that the next fic to be released will be Chapter 10 of Raceway!
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc fanfiction#tadc caine#tadc pomni#tadc showtime#tadc jax#tadc ragatha#tadc gangle#caine x pomni#pomni x caine#showtime ship#the amazing digital raceway#tadc au#raceway au#tadc kinger#tadc zooble#tadc gummigoo
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You can't hurt me
part 2 (a)
a/n: i love angst. this version is the depressing one but its good i promise 🙏🏻
warnings: angst, mentions of sh, mentions of suicide, mentions of eds,
part 1
enjoy ★
She sat with him, bandaging his wrist. Slash stayed quiet. He hadn't shown his face in public since breaking up with Axl.
His fake girlfriend, Natalie, came over after school to talk to him. He hadn't told her about their breakup yet. She tapes his bandage and cups his face, "you look awful... when was the last time you slept?" He shrugs.
She sighs, "wanna tell me what happened?"
He nods slowly, then tells her everything, not leaving any detail out. "I fucked up, I mean I really fucked up, Nat. Bad." She wraps her arms around him tightly, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry this happened. I'm so sorry it's so difficult. It shouldn't have to be this difficult."
He felt safe with her. They had known each other since they were little kids. She was the first person he came out to, resulting in her doing the same and leading to their fake relationship.
He sighs. "Am I an asshole?" She looks up at him, "what makes you think that?" He looks down and frowns, "I'm the one who broke up with Ax... Because I said us being together is wrong." His voice shakes. "Well, do you really believe that?" She asks cautiously, knowing how vulnerable he was already feeling.
He shrugs, "I...I don't know."
Nat sighs, "what makes you think it's wrong?" Slash looks at her. For a long time. Then he comes up with an answer.
"Everyone hates me. They judged me before for having long hair, and for being black, and for dressing the way I do, and for the few times someone saw me with red nails. They judged me. But they tolerated me. They talked to me in class. I got invited to parties. But now they hate me. They look at me with pure disgust. They write shit all over my locker. They write death threats and put them in my locker. They tell me I should end it. The day I broke up with Ax, I was assaulted. I was walking home alone, and these two guys from the football team started attacking me. And they weren't stopping. They were actually going to kill me for the simple reason that I love a man. I love him so much, and I know love is hard, and it takes patience. But I don't want to live my life hiding from people who might actually try to beat me to death because of who I love. That's not fair."
She frowns. "Oh baby, I'm sorry..." Slash shrugs. "I guess this is just how it has to be..."
A few weeks go by. With the help of Natalie, Slash felt comfortable enough to start coming back to school. He dreaded seeing Axl. He was surprised when the entire day had passed and Axl was nowhere to be found.
He shrugged it off and went to find Nat. She was waiting for him outside the school with a big goofy grin on her face. He scrunches his face up, "why are you so happy?"
She grins up at him, "I have a date."
His eyes widen, "a date!? With who!?" She smiles, "she's new here. She's called Michelle. She's super cool, and she's really pretty and -" Slash interrupts her, "I get it you little lesbian." She giggles. She was so excited. He smiles. This was nice. He was happy for her.
The two of them start walking away from the school. Nat looks up at him, "you hungry?" Slash looks down at her, "yeah, I didn't eat lunch," she frowns, "why not?" "Fish."
She nods. She knew there was a time when he had a difficult relationship with food, but this was just him hating any kind of food that came from the ocean. "Well, my dad said we can go to the diner and get lunch and dinner whenever we want," he looks down, "yeah? How much?" She rolls her eyes, "it's free, dumbass." His eyes light up.
The diner wasn't far, and the walk there only built their appetite. They were walking towards the diner, Nat walked a little bit ahead of Slash before she realised he had stopped.
She turned back to look at him, "what's wrong?" He stayed silent. Just kept staring at whatever it was he was so interested in. She looks over to see what he was staring at, and then her face drops, "oh..."
Axl.
With another man.
#guns n roses#slash gnr#saul hudson#gnr fanfiction#guns n roses fanfic#slash fic#axl rose#axl rose fanfiction#axl gnr#slaxl#axl fic#slash x reader#gnr x reader#guns n roses x reader
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Protection Bubble -P.G
Summary: You are clumsy and that makes your boyfriend, Pablo want to put you inside a protection bubble
You were clumsy, everyone who knew you could see that whenever you cut while washing the dishes, trip over your shoelaces, trip over your footing and even trip over air.
You had problems with this mostly with your boyfriend, Pablo. He hated seeing you with you wrist in a cast, band aids on your fingers and that's because he never wanted something bad happening to you, you were his life, his love, his forever and he couldn't bear the fact of losing you over a simple and smallest thing.
Sometimes you liked to think he was extra and overreacted but you loved his protective nature.
While cuddling with him, you felt your stomach asking for a little snack and you went to get up but his strong arms kept you in place
"Where do you think you're going young lady?" He whispered to not disturb your group of friends
"Amor, tengo hambre" You said "I'll get a little snack and be right back"
"Don't take too long, yeah?" You nod smiling "Be careful and bring enough for the two of us" You smiled nodding leaving a peck in his lips
"Going to the kitchen?" Pedri asked you as you nodded "I'll go with you because I'm also hungry" You smiled knowing what that meant, he would get a drink and make you do another thing of whatever you're doing for yourself for him too
You went to the refrigerator and pulled out two avocados, onion, tomato and a bit of cabbage to make a salad and pulled out as well the bread package "Will you do me a favour of washing this please?" You passed him the cabbage as he murmured a sure "You ate two of this, right?"
"Three, you're making that delicious salad and I'm crazy for it" You laugh mentally counting three for Pablo, three for Pedri and two for you.
You cutted the onion, the tomato, the cabbage and was left the avocados. The first one you cut it easily and swiftly. You peeled it and pulled it on a different plate for Pedri.
When you got to the other one, you noticed this one wasn't that ripe, but it was edible. You cut a little triangle first and then tried to go all the way.
But it was very hard, it could not be cut easily, you applied more pressure to the knife and soon you hissed noticing the amount of blood that was coming out of your palm. The avocado had flown away from your grasp making easily the knife cut a long stripe on your hand
"Hijo de-" Pedri cursed
"It's not that bad!" You said quickly putting the hand under the water trying to see how bad it was, you hissed when the water hit your skin
"I'll call Pablo"
"No! He will only worry, this isn't bad, I promise just a little cut"
"Little cut? ¿Estás loca? You're full on bleeding!"
"Ni tanto, my intestines won't come out" You replied
"I'll go and call him, I don't want him mad at me"
"You don't want who being mad at you?" Pablo asked
"No one!" You replied but Pedri gave you a look
"What's wrong?" Pablo furrowed his eyebrows
"Nothing's wrong, bebé"
"What are you doing there, Y/N?" He asked serious slowly walking over
"Nothing, just washing my hands"
"Really? Let me see"
"No!" You exclaimed but it was already late, Pablo had leaned over the sink and saw the blood coming out from your hand
"¡Maldición!" He cursed out grabbing a napkin from the counter, he closed the water and grabbed your hand "Joder, Y/N!" He growled
"It's not that bad, I swear"
"It's not that-?" He cut himself off looking at Pedri but before he could speak Pedri beated him to it
"Don't look at me, I told her to tell you, she refused" Pedri grabbed his plate, three breads and left you both to it, saving himself from any kind of lecture.
Pablo looked back at you and pulled you out of the kitchen "C'mon" He said sternly taking you to your shared bedroom, he sat you down on the bed "Press it hard" He said before disappearing into your bathroom to return a few minutes later with the first aid kit "Let me see" He spoke serious and his eyebrows were furrowed
You didn't like him like that, it was when he was mad
"Sorry" You murmur after a while in silence, you hissed almost retracting your hand away when he pressed a little too hard "I didn't meant to cut myself, you know?" You heard him sigh
"I know" He said softly "I just don't want anything bad happening to you"
"I know that" You said "The avocado wasn't cooperating with me and I'm hungry" Pablo let a small smile appear
"I can never be mad at you" He said looking at you "But I don't like you being this clumsy, I fear everytime I see you good one moment and at the other you have a cast on your ankle or a bruise on your hip because a fall or something... I'm afraid one that those little falls and hits could turn into something horrible, I want you to take care of yourself better"
"I do take care of myself" He pressed a bit hard against your hand as you yelled out a bit "¡Pablo!"
"The cut isn't that deep" He said "But it's extremely long, all of your palm, Y/N" He said sighing looking for the spray "This will sting a little" He warned but still you hissed when the coldness hit your wound "Sorry" He murmured kissing the inside of your wrist and your cut along your palm, he then tralled his kisses along your clothed shoulder, your neck, jaw, cheek and finally lips "I love you" He whispered
"I love you too" You whispered back "I promise I'll take care of myself better" He smiled
"Great because if you don't then I'll have to put you inside one of these big protection bubbles" He made you laugh as he got up looking for a band aid
"Would you be inside it with me?" You asked smiling hard
"Of course I would, I can't live without your touch so it's both of us inside that thing" He pulled out two band aids "Now, Mickey Mouse or Hello Kitty?"
"Mickey Mouse" You replied "And what about your trainings?"
"You'll do training with me?" You fake laughed at that
"¡Mira que jurasssteeee que yo haré eso!" He laughed putting the aid on your palm
"All nice and done" You smiled up at him watching him lean down to kiss it once more
"Ay" You complained pulling out your best hurt face
"What's wrong?"
"My lips are hurting too" You whine "Gimme a kiss?" He smiled but leaned in to kiss you without complaining
"Better?" You hummed
"I think another one will do better" Gavi shook his head kissing you softly until your stomach growled
"Joder" Gavi laughed "Let's finish that delicious salad you made"
"Will you feed me?"
"Of course" He pulled you into his side and kissed your head "You're my baby"
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The Vending Machine Incident
Today was the day.
Shuri finally had enough free time and a clear schedule for the next couple of days, so she was making the trip to Wakanda to see her favorite girls.
You and Riri.
Riri reminded you last night and this morning before you left her dorm for class. The Princess should be arriving around noon with three 'o' clock being the latest time. Both of them loved you to death, but time was a concept you truly didn't understand. You had a really bad habit of being late to everything. Last year you were late to your own birthday party. It was supposed to be a surprise party in the beginning, but Riri was afraid of you coming home too late. She didn't want the guests to grow tired of waiting for you, and end up leaving.
So she decided to plan the party with you and let you pick the time. The party was set to start officially at nine-thirty p.m. giving you enough time to relax a little bit after your last class. Before showering and getting ready for the event, somehow you still managed to show up almost two hours late.
Riri made sure to set an alarm in your phone for you, and made you pinky promise not to be late. Figuring it wasn't enough and you needed extra incentive. Riri gave you a late penalty.
If you were more than ten minutes late to greet Shuri when she arrived. No kisses for a week.
The thought of being so close yet unable to feel those soft and tender lips on your own was a nightmare, and she knew after seeing the absolute panic and fear on your face. This time you would make sure to be on time, and that was the plan. But unfortunately the universe just wasn't working in your favor.
You had a twelve 'o' clock class that usually got out at one-fifteen to one-thirty. Both Riri and Shuri knew this a text came through letting you know. She would be getting there for sure at two-fifteen giving you forty-five minutes to an hour to get to Riri's dorm. After your class came to a close more than enough time to get across campus.
But today just had to be the day the Professor decided to keep his students a little longer going over a quite e simple equation. You blamed Mister Efficient Trey who insisted the Professor should demonstrate how to solve the problem step-by-step. Just in case some of the other kids in the class wouldn't know how to do on their own later tonight with the homework. The step-by-step process was going to cost you fifteen minutes, and not only were you ready to see your girlfriends, but your stomach was growling. You were hungry cursing yourself for not eating breakfast, or taking the muffin Riri offered you this morning.
He was getting in the way of your love life and starving you to death. All at the same time, and he didn't even know it. Your impatience mixed with irritation got the better of you causing you to make a smart remark. About there being such a thing called a tutor, and the rest of the class shouldn’t have to suffer. Because a couple of students couldn't do basic calculus.
The outburst got various reactions including mutters of agreements from your fellow peers who felt the same way. A few glares from the students who actually needed the breakdown. A few laughs and "holy shit" from the ones surprised at your words. And Trey turning to you with a raised eyebrow ready to go into a lecture. The Professor demanded order and made it clear your inappropriate statement would be addressed in private.
Which means he told you to stay back after he dismissed everyone else to give you a stern talking to. It drug on for an extra ten minutes, and in that time your phone pinged twice. Your gaze drifted to the device nestles in your front pocket in desperation. Of course the Professor noticed you swore he could sense you itching to leave, and carried out his lecture a tad bit longer to torture you.
It was one-fifty by the time you exited his classroom, and the second your feet hit the door. You were gone putting four years of track and field, and basketball to good use. Running through the halls of the building, hitting every sharp turn with ease, literally leaping over a student bent down tying her shoes, and dodging anyone in your way without ever bumping into them.
Your quick pace definitely drew some gazes but you didn't care. Some of them even cheered you on having no clue what you were running to, but still wanting to show support. You were making good time but did your stomach growled right as a vending machine came in sight. You were on the second floor about twenty-steps for the last set of stairs. After that the first floor, the courtyard, and three flights of stairs would bring an end to your destination. It was one fifty-five you could clear the distance in seven minutes or less with ease. You could spare the two minutes for a quick candy-bar. Heck there was a possibility you wouldn't make it that far without the sugar. Your body craved it and needed it.
You came to a halt to slide a one dollar bill into the slot, and pressed the buttons for a Twix, but of course this was the a faulty machine. Thank you and enjoy popped up on the small rectangle clear screen. Even though the candy bar haven't moved from its place. You grumbled under your breath, but decided it was best not lose your cool over one lost dollar. You put in another.
And got the same result.
You lost your cool this time dropping to your knees with a growl slipping your hand into the giant slot where the candy was supposed to be. You guide your hand into the machine pressing your face to the glass, as your arm went in deeper. The Twix was located at one the second row at the bottom. It shouldn’t be that hard to swipe, and you had done this in the past growing up. Whenever a kid in the neighborhood wanted a snack. They didn't beg their moms for quarters, they came to you begging for your assistance, and you gave in.
But you seem to forget that had been years ago when you smaller, and you stopped doing it because it actually got more harder as you got older, and grew up. Pain shot through your arm just as your fingertips reached for the candy bar, and immediately you attempted to pull your arm back out. Once again pain coursed through your now trapped limb making you cry out, and stop.
It finally dawned on you that your arm was now stuck which means you were stuck until help came along.
Crap was all you could think.
Time was no longer your main concern as you sat there in an empty hallway tugging on your arm as gentle as possible. But even the slightest movement caused pain at some point you gave up. You didn't even bother to check your phone not wanting to see how late you were. Riri would probably give you to at least two-thirty before the penalty kicked in.
It hadn't been thirty-five minutes yet so you were safe for now. You were ready to start calling out for help when a familiar voice called out your name from behind.
"Y/N is that you?"
You were sitting with your back resting against the machine, so you were able to turn your head to see who it was. Lauren a good friend and your unofficial roommate. See after you and Riri start dating and taking the relationship seriously. You spent most nights at her dorm room only returning to your own for clothes, and other little necessities. While the young engineer loved you to death her dorm wasn't big enough to hold her own belongings, and all yours as well.
But your absence didn't bother Lauren the least she got her own room, and was loving it.
"Lauren thank God can you give me a hand" You pleaded instantly.
"How the hell did you manage this?" She asked not hiding the amusement in her voice.
"I just wanted my candy bar alright I paid for it twice" You insisted.
"Everyone knows this machine has a history of stealing people’s money. Why not just use the one in your girl's dormitory? It never malfunctions." Despite her criticism she rushed over dropping to her knees beside you.
Lauren lifted up the little door careful to not hurt you, and slipped a hand inside. She did her best to work your arm free but kept coming up short.
"Ow" You muttered as she gave your arm a sharp tug.
"Sorry" she whispered back.
"Its okay keep trying I think you almost got it" You encouraged her. Two seconds later you screamed out in pain as you felt a sharp pinch on your arm, and agony tore through it. You shoved her shoulder with another yelp. Lauren yanked her own hand a spew of apologies tumbling out of her mouth.
"Got damn it" You cursed kicking your legs up and down.
Lauren got back to her feet "alright I'm going to get help. I think this building has an RA."
"Wait who is it?"
"Trey Simmons" she exclaimed after thinking for a minute before going to leave, but you threw out your free hand shouting for her to stop. She did turning back to you in confusion.
"Not him he's a stuck up goody two-shoes who will try to accuse me of stealing, and having mopping floors or something after reporting it to the dean."
Lauren frowned. "Sure he's a stickler for the rules but I don't think he's that bad y/n. You're overreacting."
"No I'm not I called him out like twenty minutes ago in class for opening his big mouth. A guy like him is definitely waiting for the perfect moment for revenge to arrive. I'm not about to give it to him" You told her.
"Fine then I'll find the school janitor he might have a master key for to open it. That should make it easier right" she suggested.
You shook your head. "The janitor will report too."
"Then what do you want me to do? I can't just leave you here and I have class in ten minutes" Lauren snapped out of patience.
You shrugged your shoulders.
The two of you stayed put for a few more minutes both thinking in silence. Until Lauren's eyes lit up as if a light bulb had appeared over her head like in cartoon. Whenever the character had an idea.
She dug her iPhone out of her pocket and proceeded to hold it up on you.
You straightened up in alarm. "What are you doing?" You asked her in suspicion.
"I'm taking a picture to send to Riri your girl is a genius and will no doubt know. How to get this thing open she'll come and get you out in no time." Lauren tapped her phone and the little sound effect went off for each picture she took. "Do you maybe want to pose and turn this into a cute and funny moment?"
"No I don't want to pose don't send those to her" You shouted.
Lauren flinched bringing her phone down. "Why not? Its not like we have another option y/n."
The thought of Riri getting receiving those pictures of you with Shuri no doubt looking over her shoulder made you groan. Neither of them would ever let you live this down, and it was just embarrassing. Like on a whole new level.
"Go get Trey I don't care what happens to me just don't send those to Riri please" You begged.
"I don't have time to look for him anymore, and a good friend wouldn't leave you like this sorry babe." Lauren sent the pictures and went on her way after getting a text from Riri with a thumbs up.
"She's on her way bye y/n"
Across Campus
As soon as Riri unlocked her phone after getting a message notification, and her eyes landed on the message. She fell back onto her back overcome with laughter as her frustration with your tardiness faded away in that instant.
Shuri jumped a little bit caught off guard at the sudden change in the atmosphere. Literally two seconds ago Riri was pacing back and forth in front of her raging about you lacking the ability to show up on time for anything. She was a little ball of fury sending you numerous text messages threatening everything from making you study alone to sleeping in your own dorm again. Knowing she wouldn't go that far with your punishment. Not even Riri could go that long without seeing you, or holding you.
"Usana what happened does this mean y/n is okay" Shuri asked getting to her feet.
"She's definitely not okay" Riri managed to say before the hilarity continued with tears peeking out of her closed eyes.
"What's wrong? Why do you find her not being okay so funny?" Shuri pushed with a hint of anger in her voice. No matter how late you were Riri shouldn't find your displeasure so amusing.
"Look" Riri cried doubling over to hold her stomach as more pictures came through.
Shuri took the phone out her hand to see what the issue was, and couldn't help but feel amused and annoyed at the same time. "Oh for Bast's sake let's go get her."
The Princess hauled a still giggling Riri to her feet wrapping a secure arm around her waist, and practically carried her out of her dorm. "Stop laughing and give me directions Riri."
Fifteen Minutes Later
You were still sitting with your back against the vending machine pondering rather or not. Lauren had actually sent those pictures to Riri, because wouldn't your girlfriends be here by now if she did?
Maybe they were going to leave her for an hour or two let you stew in the consequences of your actions. Would they do that to you?
Not even three seconds later you got your answer in the form of Riri's voice filling your ears. "Yo ma did you call for a handy girl." She had a tool in hand and a bottle of lotion appearing in your line of vision. A smirk on her face with amusement in her eyes.
Shuri knelt down beside you pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry sithandwa sam we would've arrived sooner, but one of us waited until we were halfway here to tell me. We needed to double back for the necessary supplies."
Riri let out indignant chuckle when both of you looked up at her with glares. "Uh-uh you don't get to be mad with me we're always waiting for you." She directed the statement at you before turning to Shuri. "And I thought I said no kisses for her from either of us."
"Wait no you didn't" You cried out in panic.
"It was implied if it was just me the threat would've been less effective considering. We're going to be with her for the next week" Riri said.
"Shuri no this isn't fair please don't withhold kisses from me" You pleaded with your puppy-dog eyes. The tactic always worked on the Princess who just couldn't resist the sad look.
But this time Shuri regarded you with sympathy but behind was another layer of emotion. You couldn't quite pick out.
"Why are you in this predicament in the first place?" Shuri asked with a raised eyebrow.
Heat rose up on your cheeks and you were grateful it wasn't visible as you looked away. Riri had went to work tinkering with the lock to the vending machine. She decided to let Shuri handle the scolding.
Shuri grabbed you by the chin turning your face back to hers with a gentle by firm grip. "Answer the question usana."
"I was hungry because I didn't eat this morning." The confession earned you disapproving looks from both of them. You wanted to disappear now more than ever.
"Keep going" Riri ordered.
You sighed in defeat "I was on my way to the dorm and I was going to be on time by the way."
Riri snorted and Shuri reached over to land a hard slap on her ass making her yelp. "Let her finish."
You were tempted to tease her but decided against it. "I stopped for a quick candy bar, but this stupid machine took my money without giving me my Twix. That's highway robbery so I tried to get it out myself."
Both of them stared at you unimpressed with your story. Shuri shook her head while Riri finally got the door open. "Alright let's do this."
She passed Shuri the bottle of lotion and started to pull the door open. Shuri moved your body along and once it was open enough. She started lathering your arm up with lotion, and gave it back to Riri who did the same on the other side.
"Are you guys sure this is going to work?" You said with a whimper imagining the pain and your arm breaking.
"Yes mamas we got you alright frustrated or not we not going to let anything happen to you." Riri reassured you even breaking her own rule to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. You leaned in for one on the lips in hope.
"Nahhhhh you're not off the hook that much" she refused.
You pouted but watched in anticipation as Shuri lifted the door, and Riri started to guide your hand out, and Shuri pulled on it from the other side. With the two of them working together and the slippery substance acting as a lubricant. Your arm slid out of its prison with ease and not even the smallest pinch. You let out a cry of joy throwing your arms around Shuri's neck whispering thank you in her ear.
She chuckled returning the hug, rubbing circles into your back. A second later you pulled back to hug Riri who let you have it, and in all truth was happy you were okay. Now she could really make fun of you later on. The photos were definitely going in a photo album.
"I'm sorry I was late" You apologized pulling away to look her in the eyes.
"Nahh why did ole homegirl have to text me? You never let your phone go dead."
"I did't want either of you to know because I knew you would laugh" You admitted sheepishly.
"Why did you think that was a good idea y/n. You haven't been able to pull that trick off since you were sixteen" Riri reminded you.
"I was hungry."
"What I want to know" Shuri started waiting for both of you to turn to her before continuing. "Is why didn't you just come to us either me or Riri could've easily gotten into this pathetic machine. You could’ve gotten your money back and the candy without so much trouble."
When she put it that way you dropped your head in shame as Riri burst into laughter. Shuri shook her head "for that reason alone I have to agree with Riri no kisses for a week."
Your head snapped back up with your eyes wide in panic. "No no no not you to Shuri please I promise to never be late to anything again."
"Sorry my love I have to stand firm."
You turned to Riri eyes pleading for her to do something. Riri just shrugged going to shut the vending machine door.
"Ri wait" Shuri told her walking over. The young girl paused watching in curosity as The Princess swiped not one or two, but five Twix, two Reese's, and a Snickers bar.
"Shuri really" she said in mild disbelief.
"Y/N is still hungry and we're only getting justice for all the students it stole from" Shuri argued.
"What about the Reese's and Snickers?"
"I'm hungry as well and one of these is for you now come on close it so we can leave." Shuri turned around to pull you into her arms letting you take the candy bar. She nuzzled her face into your neck with her lips grazing your cheek to tease you.
"No kissing" Riri insisted joining the two of you taking Shuri by the hand.
"I wasn't planning on it" Shuri stated.
You would find out later while they said no kissing there was no rule against touching you, and making you come undone in the best ways.
You still missed their lips and after that you were never late again if anything you were early. Riri framed the picture and put it on her nightstand as a constant reminder after all.
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Newt x Y/n Imagine
"Hold on, love," Newt cooed, bringing her closer. He was rubbing her shoulder soothingly - too bad it didn't help the pain. "Stay with me."
Y/n trembled in the boy's arms, occasionally whimpering.
They were in the Scorch. A few months ago WICKED had stolen Y/n right from the Maze, when she wad running. They kept running tests on her, one after the other, and still couldn't understand what wad do special about her, her blood in particular.
She wasn't immune to the Flare, yet it didn't destroy her mind nor her body. The veins slowly but firmly transformed into thick dark lines, like spider webs on her skin. She never felt hungry, not for food anyway. Whenever bloodlust would take hold of her, she'd find the nearset concrete wall and hit it until her knuckles bled. That way she was too exhausted to try and rip someone's throat out.
The worst part were her eyes. Pitch black on the outside, they painted the world in black-and-whites for Y/n. There were shadows. High pitched noises coming from nowhere in particular.
Y/n shrieked, causing Thomas and Minho besides her to jump. Newt didn't. He got used to it.
"Hold on, alright? You're gonna be okay," his British accent always calmed her down.
She hated when someone sugarcoated the truth, thought.
"Am I?" she chuckled. So much bitterness for such a short phrase in her voice.
Boys had managed to find and rescue her from WICKED's grip. They had been hoping she'd get better, or at least she'd know what to do.
She didn't, and, as days passed by, her state worsened rapidly.
"I mean, thanks for saving me and all, but you're wasting your time," she croaked through gritten teeth. "If you're smart enough, you'll continue tomorrow without me."
Everyone knew the illness still messed with her, whether she had some sort of immuntiy or not, so her sometimes not-so-gentle remarks didn't quite count as insults.
"Don't say that, Y/n," Thomas protested, "Whatever they've done to you, you're stronger."
Newt slightly nudged you, agreeing with him.
"Yeah, well, if you die here, I give you the permission to haunt every each of us in our sleep as a ghost," said Minho. "You'll sing us lullabies or whatever. But, please, no creepiness."
Y/n snorted, then coughed, almost spitting her insides out.
"First of all, when I die," she corrected, "And secondly, of course I'll do that. Of course I'll sing to you." She smiled at the last words, some cozy faraway memory trying to make its way to her mind but not succeeding. She closed her eyes.
Just for a second, she promised herself. Then, she'll continue suffering her way through the freaking Flare.
"Hey, love, wake up," Newt shook her. When she didn't, he raised his voice, "Wake up!"
Breathe in, breathe out.
"Newt?" she whispered, as if the conversation between them hadn't just happen mere seconds ago.
"You can't sleep, yeah? Stay here," he caressed her cheek with his thumb, noting how dry and cold her skin was.
He was scared.
"Stay here," she echoed, her mind slowly whirling, making lazy attempts to recall... recall what?
Call...She didn't call anyone? Did someone call her?
People called her by the name.
Don't call me, someone's voice murmured in the back of her head.
Call me all you want, but that doesn't change who I am, she once said to...
What did people call him? Ah, Ratman, right.
Left, right. Call. Call, collect, college. Budge, bridge, bomb. Call, cat, cold...
She was cold and going crazy and felt absolutely, utterly helpless.
She so hated WICKED for what they made her become.
She didn't notice how she gripped Newt's arms, how hard she squeezed, digging her nail into his pale skin, until she heard a hiss.
"Y/n?" Thomas creeped closer, in case anyone needed help.
She blinked a few times, returning her focus on the blond boy next to her. Shifting as far away as possible, she frantically spoke, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. Sorry, I didn't..."
"Hey, hey," Newt held up his hands in a calming gesture, "It's alright. C'mere," he wanted to embrace her again, but y/n crawled backwards.
She hurt Newt. She hurt Newt. She hurt...
Panic suddenly came in waves through her body, changing her voice. It didn't sound anyhow familiar to her, "Get away from me!" a desperate scream. She couldn't move much further due to the weakened limbs and horror that forced her to freeze. "I'll hurt you."
She didn't feel the tears running down her face. She felt barely anything these days. Well, apart from torturous pain.
"You won't hurt me," Newt reassured, hugging her still. She tried to break free, but miserably failed.
A few sobs escaped Y/n's lips as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Hey," he started softly, brushing away strands of her hair, "I'm here for you. Cry as much as you need, scream, hit every moving thing, but I'm staying. And I'm not letting go until you're okay. And even after that, I'm not leaving," he added, bringing her closer to his chest.
"Even then?" barely a whisper, but audible enough for Newt to hear.
"Even then." He kissed her temple.
It made Y/n's heart warm. Of course, she knew they'd never leave her to die in a middle of a desert. But hearing that still was important.
She felt safe in Newt's arms.
And since they were doing a great deal of keeping her alive, she had to repay the debt somehow.
Not dying would probably count. And maybe a little revenge on WICKED.
Something minor. Like snapping a head or two of the shoulders of some soldiers. Or better, Janson's and Ava's.
Yes, she definitely had to do that.
So she vowed to heal, to heal as fast as possible and kick some scientist asses...
"I love you," she breathed, looking up at Newt.
"Love you, too." He pressed a kiss on her brow.
...and marry Newt someday.
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Eden didn't like scavenging in the city, she never had liked it. In some way it still felt wrong, like stealing despite it being the means of survival now. Ben and Cade, they were better at this. Cade as brilliant at this actually. Eden had one benefit in being petite, she could get in places most people couldn't.
You'd never think at the end of the world, when it'd all gone bad.. that a baker could be so valuable but Eden had a rare knowledge on how to make food go further, what would last, what was and wasn't safe and it was a great skill to have. She'd started writing it down for the community Ben set up. When it all started going bad she rounded the local shopkeepers and Ben arranged it all, the means of securing an area, putting up barriers that they'd further solidified as time went on, blocking of certain roads, making a safe space and then that was their community. Their community that needed food, medical supplies, clothing... and that'd quickly meant venturing out and in that came territory. They weren't the only people smart enough to make safe zones but not everyone was good.
There were a few kids in their community so when she'd come into an old book shop she hadn't expected to hear a soft crying when she looked through some colouring books, noting the crayons rolling on the floor. She leaned down, picking up some of the crayons. "Are these yours?" she spoke in a hushed tone, one hand on her knife, the other holding out crayons to the front desk, where the little noise came from. The last thing she'd thought would peek out was a little girl, she couldn't have been much more than three years old. "Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Eden had a gentle voice, her hand slid from her knife to find a trail mix she'd brought with her and offered that out too. Slowly the girl came forward and reached for the items, she wasn't bitten and she didn't seem hurt. "Have you lost your mummy? Your daddy?" she didn't speak back, just nodded but right as she was about to try and talk more to her, she heard talking in the distant and rushed them both behind that counter. "Here- here. Shhh." she lifted a finger over her lips. "You understand me, right?" the girl nodded so Eden continued. She was sliding her jacket off, a rough military canvas and pulling it round her shoulders. "This will keep you warm and, in here? Snacks, water but you stay here and you stay quiet unless you see two men, one with curly hair, Ben and another, tough guy, he's tall he's called Cade. They'll come looking, they'll help you, okay? I have to go see who is out there so if I don't come back, you wait for them, okay sweetheart?" Eden was making sure her jacket was tucked nice and tightly around the little girl who nodded to every word she'd said.
Eden wasn't about to let Santino's thugs find that girl, which is why she made such a loud commotion of pretending to stumble out of a different store, a pharmacy, they wouldn't even bother looking in the bookshop that way. "Well well, what do we have here." Eden didn't realise a gun was held at her until she looked up but her hands quickly held up defencelessly. There were two of them and the free handed one reached to take her knife from her belt, running the top of it teasingly through a few fallen strands of her hair. "Well if she won't talk, then she doesn't need her tongue does she." the threat rolled lowly from his tongue and she quickly spluttered her name out. "Your boss, whoever he is, won't be happy if you cause a whole war by killing me in the street." Eden quipped and despite the laughter they did flash each other a concerned look. "He wouldn't give a fuck who you are-" they started but she made sure to interrupt quickly. "Eden O'Connor." They knew who Ben was, that much she knew.. but up until now, they hadn't known about her. She was his weakness.
Two seconds later all she saw was a swift motion and a searing and sudden blow to her head, right above her eye on her front temple. Everything spun until it was.. nothing. Darkness. They'd used the gun to knock her unconscious and when she was coming round she was being pulled, being forced to put one foot in front of the other, each arm held, her hands bound at her front with a rope that cut into her wrists and though Eden couldn't see herself, she felt the blood that'd dried down the side of her face from the cut created above her brow. A tender bruise had started to form around her outer eye socket. There'd been no need for it, she would've gone willingly enough. God she hoped that little girl understood her, that she'd be safe and that Ben and Cade would find her. She must have been so frightened.
"Head up bitch, you're meeting the boss as you put it." They were squeezing her arms and all she wanted to say was that they were hurting her but Eden was practically half concussed. She'd heard enough about this man to know she didn't want to meet him, she didn't want to be here or be anywhere near them, she had people looking for her, waiting for her. Ben would be going out of his mind by now. All she knew was she'd lost time to being unconscious because it was later in the day, the sun setting, darkness was on the brink of taking over. Suddenly she seemed more alive, starting to pull and fight against the two men dragging her and it truly became a drag because she refused to walk.
They threw her to her knee's on the ground, a few feet from a shadow that loomed over her. "Found this one in the street boss, says she's an O'Connor, the South Side leaders little sister it seems." there was a scoff to his tone that Eden turned her head and spat at. The same man was enraged by her act of defiance and reached a hand down to snatch up a handful of her hair and snap her head towards him. Towards the man she'd heard everything about. Cruel, relentless, vindictive.. that he'd stop at no lengths to get the things he wanted from people, anything to benefit himself. Her jaw was tight, tears in her eyes that she refused to cry at the hand pulling her hair, at the throbbing in her head. How absurd, that they'd hurt someone who clearly wasn't a threat to them. Eden right then, growled the words "I'm not scared of your piggish henchmen and I'm certainly not scared of you." If there was anything in the world to be scared of, it was the eerie noise of a clicker hunting you out. @wiinestories !
#ROSY DONT MIND THE LENGTH#I HAD TO BUILD IT A BIT#eden interactions#eden&angelo#apocalypse au#omg i'm so excited#closed starter
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Part 4 of Let them be | 1k words
> Part 3 | Part 5 (to come) <
Credit to @starsarestories for suggesting including Hagrid in marauders fics!
Let people want none
"Comin'!" With a loud creak, the wooden door opened wide. "Ah, Peter! What'cha doin' here? Come in!" Rubeus Hagrid was a half giant who was Hogwarts' gamekeeper. He was extremely sweet, despite his intimidating figure. He had guided Pettigrew and Potter on their first day there and they quickly warmed up to the hairy man. Peter went to his cabin from time to time.
"Hello Hagrid. I'm honestly hiding from my peers, you're a calmer presence so I came here. Hope that's alright?"
"O' course! Hungry?" The man infamous for his cooking skills. If Hagrid invited him for tea, he felt bad refusing, eating the rock hard pastries he made. The flavour wasn't bad. It was just hard to chew.
"No, thank you."
"Tea?"
"Yeah, alright. Thanks." He prepared the tea and sat opposite to the student.
"So. What'cha hidin' for? Did ye get into a fight?" No, but he had been further from starting one.
"No. It's just… It's James. He keeps messing with me, saying I fancy this person. But I don't! And it's really frustrating…"
"Ye told him that already?"
"I keep telling him Benjy and I are just friends- Benjy is the one I'm talking about. Benjamin Fenwick, Ravenclaw, a year above." Hagrid nodded once, maybe he knew Ben. Or he was just being polite. "But James doesn't believe me. Says I'm in bloody denial. But I don't like Benjy that way!"
"Yer just not gay, that's alrigh'. Ye can be close to a friend."
"It's not that… I never fancied anyone. At all. Girls or boys. Sybill liked me at one point and she's sweet and passionate and pretty but… I just don't feel it. Maybe I'm broken…"
"Nonsense! Yer so young, ye'll find the right person, don't worry boy." Wormtail exhaled after taking a sip from the hot wonky mug.
"You don't understand, I… I don't think I'm capable of feeling that, you know? Like… everyone is coupling now. James is head over heels for Evans as usual. I think she's gaining a liking for him, which will make him impossible to be with. Marlene and Dorcas are a couple. Oh, Remus and Sirius got together by the way."
"Ah, did they? Good for 'em. I think they make a good couple."
"Yes, finally. They're two oblivious idiots. But anyways. Everyone is all lovey-dovey and I just… don't get it? I don't see what's so special about being in love. If anything it seems annoying and disgusting. And everyone is expecting me to join in but I don't want to…"
"Then don't. Simple. Ye gotta learn not to fall under pressure, Peter." He did have a point. Saying 'no' was a very difficult task.
"But what if I never feel fulfilled?"
"Lemme tell ye a secret, Pete. Ya don't need a partner nor family to be happy. I'm happy and haven't had a girlfriend since my years at Hogwarts. It's just been me and my animals. It's enough for me. Some people, like James, need love to feel fulfilled but not everyone. Some people don't care about it or do not wish for it. One example is Professor Mcgonagall."
"She's never had a partner?"
"Not as far as I'm aware. She much rather have her space and doin' other things. An' that works. Maybe it's what works for ye too." His head of house was a brilliant witch. Tired, for sure, but who wouldn't be when you have the Marauders as your students?
"I see… Maybe you're right. But how do I tell people? Everyone will think I'm odd."
"Just say ye don' feel that attraction. Ye prefer friendship. Or don't say nothin'. Ye don't owe anyone explanations, yeah? Do what feels best for ye." Wormtail relaxed. He needed to hear it. That he wasn't broken. He wasn't the only one like that. And it was okay.
"Thanks, Hagrid. I'm glad I came to talk to you."
"Anytime. Always good to have som' company. Ye welcome to come over whenever, alright?" The boy smiled and nodded, finishing his tea and saying his goodbyes.
"You won't believe it! I got my hands on an Incredible Hulk! Can't wait to read it!" He might not have been a scholar like Remus. And big literacy books were boring to him. Comics, however? He owned a huge collection. Marvel was his favourite.
"That's great! You'll have to tell me about it when you finish." Benjy was the only one really willing to listen to him ramble about the things he liked. James read comics too, but it was hard to have a conversation about it, Prongs always ended up being the only one talking, too absorbed to notice he was cutting off Wormy. It wasn't his fault, yet it still made the short boy feel invisible. Not with Benjamin, though.
"You can read it afterwards, if you want. And then we can discuss it."
"Thanks but I prefer it when you explain it. You're cute when you're excited." Pettigrew wasn't stupid. He knew his friends were right when they said Fenwick fancied him. He would just rather pretend he didn't know. Pretend it's not true. Live in ignorant bliss.
"Oh, thanks. So uhm… Have you been drawing?" Ravenclaws were mostly known for their intelligence and academic values. What people often forgot was how it was also the House of creativity.
"Yeah, here and there." A comfortable pause followed, the mood shifted as soon as the silence broke. "Pete… Can I tell you something?" Oh no. No… No, please don't confess. Please. Everything was going so well…
"Sure, what's up?" His voice sounded casual, even though his stomach took a toll. If this was anything like what people described as 'butterflies in their stomach', Wormtail was glad he didn't feel attraction.
"You probably know this already- or you don't and are oblivious. But… I like you. As in I fancy you. Have been for a while." The Ravenclaw probably wasn't expecting that reaction. Maybe a rejection, an unsureness or if he got lucky, a kiss. Instead he was met with sadness. Pettigrew looked down, leg bouncing from anxiety. "Please say something…"
"I can't…" Voice broken, much how he felt inside. "I-I can't love like that… It's not-"
"'It's not you, it's me', heard that one."
"No, Benjy! Listen to me, please… I don't think I'm capable of having romantic feelings. I can't bring myself to be interested in any of those things. Kisses grosses me, couples annoy me, the whole societal norms in regards to love leave me bloody fuming! I don't know why I'm like this. I just really don't like that sappy stuff. It's not for me. And if I did like it and feel romantic attraction, I would've definitely dated you. It just doesn't feel right to be with anyone… I'm sorry for giving you any wrong signals…"
"It's okay. I thought there was something, sorry for misinterpreting our relationship." No, don't go!
"No! Benjy there is! Just because it's platonic doesn't mean it's not special! You're my best friend…"
"I… I thought it was the Marauders?"
"Well… James is sort of on your level. But you've been climbing your way up, I feel. Remus is a good friend and Sirius too but… Nothing compared to you. You make me feel loved, like I'm worth something."
"You're worth the whole world…"
"Then let's not change things… I'd really hate it if you stopped being my friend because of this…" No, go back inside! Bloody tears!
"Okay. If that's what you want, I'm happy to just be near you. We can keep our Wednesday tea dates. Platonically!" The small boy chuckled. Benjy was the best, he made everything better. Wormtail could always count on him.
"I'd like that." Ben opened his arms wide and Wormy walked there in baby steps until his head was against his friend's chest. He let himself be hugged, taken care of. "Are you mad?"
"At you? Never."
"I'm sorry for this. You're truly special, Ben."
"So are you. As a lover or a friend. So are you, Petey..." They stayed like that for a while. And then they carried as usual, their bond the same as before, if not stronger. Things hadn't gone the way Benjamin wanted them to, but the Marauder knew he got touched by being called a best friend. And Peter meant every word of it. Not loving romantically didn't mean not loving at all. Platonic love was just as important, just as intense, just as real.
#Can u tell its inspired by Heartstopper?#Isaac is my beloved#I already hc Wormtail as aroace bfr#But then Ravenrock came along#So this is a mix!#Hope you liked it hehe#peter pettigrew#benjy fenwick#rubeus hagrid#Hagrid#marauders fic#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#marauders fandom#harry potter marauders#dead gay wizards#aroace peter pettigrew#We stan Hagrid
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Darling
Genre: Vampire au, smut, 1800s au, moulin rouge inspired
Words: 5313
Paring: Taehyung x Y/n ( female prounouns) X Jungkook
Warning!: hinting at murder, hinting to prostitution, alcohol, oral ( f and m receving), pet names, light dirty talk, penetrating sex without condom, fingering, thigh riding, technically sex in public, biting and blood drinking, more of a dom Tae and sub jk.
a/n: So this idea came from no where and I have based some details on the history of moulin rouge. I was writing smut for Hoongjong from ateez but it didnt really go anywhere so you get this instead. in other news, I'm not really sure what is happening with Baekhyun and exo but i will support them no matter what! ps will post insider soon...
Gif is not mine
The light around then was dim and a reddish tone. Velvet surrounded most walls and furniture, gold and tassels trying to up the class of the place. Taehyung watched with heavy eyes as Jungkook flirted with some daughter of a rich man. Sweet smoke filled the room and Taehyung popped the first couple of his buttons in his white shirt. He sure was scandalous with only a black vest and rolled up sleeves but it was the whole idea of the club. He could smell a faint touch of sex in the air and any more flirting by Jungkook would sure make it more prominent. Taehyung's younger friend had lost his tie a long time ago as well and his collarbones sparkled with glitter.
He stood from his seat and strolled over to the two of them, smirking down to the blushing girl. She was breathless, glossy eyes and under their fingertips. On her chest laid an expensive necklace and he knew they had hit the jackpot.
“Why don't you come with us, pretty dove…” he grabbed her shoulders, whispering deep in her ear.
The hunger in Jungkook’s eyes made him look almost insane but that was what Taehyung liked about him, the switch between pleasure and pain. Besides, he too felt the grip slip with the scent of her sweet sweet blood.
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Paris sure was different from London, more cigarettes and pastries, definitely more sun. Jungkook squinted at the gleaming orb, coffee in hand and a frown etched between his dark eyebrows.
“Sometimes I miss the rain….” he grumbled and Taehyung smiled lightly as he flipped the paper, eyes following the headline. The death of the rich Adaline, the vampires have come to Paris! Jungkook groaned as he too read the title. “ I knew we should have left her somewhere else…”
“You don't need to worry…they don't have a clue of who we are…” Taehyung glanced around at all the people around them.” Where we leave the bodies means nothing as long as we hunt carefully..”
“Sure..” Jungkook huffed out angrily.” But pawning their stuff sure as hell becomes harder when everyone is on the lookout.”
Jungkook dropped the necklace Adaline had worn on the table, leaning back on the chair, chest muscles pushing against his brown vest and white button shirt.
“Don't be a brat…We don't need money now so we don't need to pawn it in this second…” Taehyung hissed, placing the paper on the table and putting the jewelry in his pocket.” But maybe don't show off it in the meantime…”
“Whatever…” Jungkook started to drink his coffee again, sip after sip which did nothing but make them look more normal. “Where are we going tonight? I still feel hungry.”
Taehyung tsked at the younger boy and his constant hunger. He couldn't remember it being so bad when two years had passed since he turned.
“I don't know…go look yourself, you’re old enough.” a smile spread over Taehyung’s face at the scowl on Jungkook.
Taehyung wasn't an old vampire himself, only having been immortal for ten years, but he still was Jungkook’s maker and it made him feel better knowing the boy still looked for his guidance.
“I think you can hunt alone now, nothing has gone wrong in a while..” one reason they had moved from London was the growing worry of vampires from the humans and the fact that Jungkooks recklessness caught up to them. He had gone on a spree when he was a mere day and Taehyung was still on that high that had made him turn Jungkook in the first place so he couldn't stop his creation before it was too late. Jungkook had cried so much, still remembering how it was to be human, but it didn't seem to bother him anymore.
“Well, I don't want to leave right when we got here…” Jungkook didn't trust himself, their feedings still almost always ended in Taehyung needing to pull him off whoever he had seduced that night.
“No worries Jungkook…just do what you always do and it will be fine..” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, black hair falling in locks over his forehead while his smile sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.
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You were putting the last touches on your costume, fingers playing with the red lipstick and feathers on your head, even patting on your hair. This wasn't your first performance but it was the first time your outfit was like it was. The skirt was red with black details and in the same length it had always been, just like the black thigh highs, but the top…It was a net of pearls and red threads which clung to your breasts and back. One wrong move and it would drop.
“I don't know about this…” Juliette, a girl who had been here a little longer than you stopped darkening her eyelashes.
“What?” she wore the same clothing as you but her breast was even bigger. “ It will be fine, besides Charles wants to make it different..”
She stood behind you and started to powder you with the sparkling substance, putting it on your shoulders and collarbones.
“Show time girls!” Lynette’s voice jumped between the mirrors in the dancers lounge and you took one last breath before standing up.
Big lights hung over the middle of the floor and the sides were as full as they usually are, but you couldn't really make out anyone due to the dimer lighting on the sides. The music started and you followed the rhythm with your friends around you, sweat forming as you moved around. Legs lifted and you would never get used to the breeze trailing up your thighs. Turing and doing the splits, up again to lift your leg as high as you could, grateful for the stability of Juliette to your side. Your pulse hammered and you wore that ever lasting smile that was mandatory. The pearls felt like touches over your skin and you missed the more structured top from last week's performance.
The crowd broke out in cheers, the clapping of their hands buzzing in your ears, as your group to the final pose. Your chest heaved up and down, all the smoke making it harder to breathe. Juliette shifted to your side as the lights dimmed over your head. You always felt this rush to get back to the lounge, take off the smeared makeup and needles holding your hair accessories in place.
“Good work.” Good, not great…
Lynette watched everyone of her show girls, a frown on her bright lips. Something had gone wrong or she would have been happier now. Maybe a high class patron had shown displeasure or Charls were on her again about making the number…more.
“Y/n, Chloè, Desiree and Elaine…”lines formed over Lynette’s forehead as she looked through her little black book. You were sure she had her life in that book. “You work the floor..”
Working the floor ment serving drinks to the highest payers and strutting around to make the patrons pay more for special services. Juliette gave you a petty look, her night coming to an end now.
“I’ll see you later then?” she asked lowly as you started to better your makeup, instead of taking it off.
“Yes, good night…”the two of you lived wall to wall where most of the dancers had their homes. Small rooms with small kitchens, small everything really. But it was all you could afford, having escaped the threat of working in the industries.
“Do..do we wear these tops?” Elaine asked ever so carefully, watching Lynette with those wide wide black eyes. She was cute and had this innocence to her but you knew that wasn't the case.
“Yes, now go!” all the girls rushed out and you sighed at the long night this would be.
You spent most time with a man who owned some sort of mine in another country, a man who was very willing to spend money on drinks and food. He tried to get you to eat and drink but that was against the rules, never take from the guests unless it’s in the form of cash. It didn't mean you had sneaked one or two cigarettes and a little wine in your days there.
“Now now mister! Please drink up..”your smile was sickle sweet as you got him to drink more, hoping he would become too inebriated to ask for more. There were rooms all over the club, private rooms. You knew that some girls like that aspect of the job but you wondered if their explanations were the truth.
Most of your customers were in his league of class but on the odd would someone with less money seek you out. Those were usually the fun nights, the nights you could feel like a girl again.
One more hour went by with you on his lap, feeding him and letting him feel the very flesh that built you, until his friends had to help him home. It made you relax, seeing him disappear and the fact that most patrons had their hands on someone already. You had not noticed the shadow in the corner watching you the whole night, not until he slipped behind you.
Chills went down your spine as cold hands fell upon your bare shoulders, a smile so neat it looked fake. He had dark eyes and equally dark hair. A black suit jacket which followed his toned body until his waist, where it opened to rest by his hips, buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.
“Are you finally free now, love?” he was english and gleaming under the lights.”Care to join me this time?”
He slipped down on the velvet chair, where the other man had kept you most of the night. But this man held you gently, circling your waist when had been dragged down over his lap. He didn't really smell like anything and was so cold even if you felt like you were burning.
“Yes of course…”your hand rested on his chest and even the clothes couldn't hide the harness of his muscle. Your smile was back as well but a little more unsure. “ How can I serve you tonight?”
He groaned lowly, pulling you close until he could rest his forehead on your neck. Your pulse started to beat faster as his breath fanned over your skin. You wetted your lips, trying to remember what you were supposed to ask.
“W-would you like a drink?” he tensed at your words. You had unknowingly asked the worst and best question.”Mr…?”
“Jungkook…my name is Jungkook” he sounded breathless and his hold had turned hard against your skin. You could feel the ghost of his lips on your collarbone and it made your blood sing, rushing to the very place he moved.
“O-okay Mr Jungkook…” you leaned from him, watching his hazed eyes.”Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Hmm…”he looked at you through black locks, fingers not pressing into your flesh anymore.” Red wine…”
You were on your feet in seconds. He made you feel weird, all gooey and warm. Juliette was superstitious and she had warned you of vampires ever since London had a break out of blood draining deaths. You didn't believe her or the stories but maybe you were wrong.
Jungkook stared you down when you came back, thighs spread over the seat while he sat comfortably back. You gave him the glass and stood still for a second. Should you run? No, Lynette would skin you alive. The man simply sipped on his drink and watched you with amused eyes.
“Will you sit back down?” he placed the glass on a dark brown table, patting his right thigh.”Love, please don't leave me cool..”
So you sat down over his thigh, facing his front. Jungkook looked up at you with a soft smile, stroking his thumbs over your waist. People did most things just in the open in the club but full on sex was something people were only allowed to do in the private rooms. Still, this felt way more intimate than anything you had ever done before.
“Do I scare you, love?” Jungkooks whole face was a trap of concern, everything but his eyes which shone with something brutal, bone breaking.”I don't want you to be…”
“N-no, you don't scare me Mr Jungkook…” you tried to smile but it was stiff.
Jungkook brought the wine to his lips, drink one gulp before reaching the glass to your lips. You shouldn't drink and you tried to stop yourself from opening your mouth to the pleasant red liquid.
“Such a good girl.” he smiled, making you drink the last sip before dropping the glass right on the floor. You tensed but no one batted an eye your way.
His hands found your waist again and started to roll you over his thigh. Air caught in your throat at the action, fingers gripping his suit. Jungkook kept a steady pace, gaze locked on your reddening face. You wondered if he could feel your growing need against his pants or the shuddering of your body.
“M-mr Jungkook…”you were breathless, shaking slightly when he made it so you landed against his chest. It gave the perfect angle from him to grind your clit on his thigh and have his nose at your neck.
“You smell divine, love..” he groaned close to your ear, moving you in a painfully slow pace.”What’s your name?”
“Y/n…It’s Y/n” you bit your lower lip, trying to stop moans from escaping. Jungkook wasn't in a rush, he took care of you like most men didn't when they were with you.
“Beautiful…just like the rest of you..” he groaned once again near your ear, nipping slightly at the skin.
Reality started to slip from your grasp the more he worked you, kisses trailing down to your neck and hands keeping you moving. You were close to crying over the stimulation. One rule was that the clients couldn't leave marks where they could be seen but you didn't have the heart to stop his bites and kisses, not when he made you feel so good.
Fingers creeped under your skirt until they found your acing pussy. He was gentle as he slipped them inside you but the bite on your shoulder wasn't. You came, sitting back a little on his fingers. Jungkook captured your lips and kissed you until you came down from your high, feeling all empty when he left your insides. You were panting and his eyes were cold. Reality came back as you realised that you were still in the main room.
Jungkook pulled you back for a harder kiss, so fast you crashed against his chest. It was hungry and teethy, breathtaking.
“I’ll come back for you, love…”he groaned against your lips, let you sit down and feel how hard he was. “I’ll come and take you home…”
The haze you sat in made you not care for his words, more than that he would come back.
Jungkook rose from his seat and placed you on it instead, kissing you once more. He held your gaze for a while, fighting with himself for leaving you here but he couldn't stay, not if he didn't want to ruin it all.
“I’ll come back….”
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Taehyung woke to the sun filtering through white curtains, the bed wide and empty. Jungkook didn't come home last night apparently but he couldn't hear screams so it most likely went well. However, the calmness was broken when the front door flew up and the aforementioned man came in with distraught hair and bloodshot eyes.
Taehyung sat with the white bedding over his lap, hair hanging loosely over his forehead and with the sun worshiping his body. He didn't move a muscle when Jungkook threw the door to their apartment shut.
“Good morning to you too…” he rose from the bed and put on a blue silk robe while his creation started rummaging through their emergency blood. Jungkook drank at least one liter in such a hurry some dropped down the corners of his mouth. Taehyung cleaned him with his thumb before putting the digit in his own mouth.” So tell me, what have you done?”
Jungkook looked at him with wide brown eyes, seemingly coming back to earth.
“I-I…I found a girl…” Jungkook started and Taehyung couldn't understand why it was such a problem.” She danced at this really popular club and I spent some time with her…”
“Okay and?” Taehyung went to the fancy green chairs which stood by the tall window. Life bustled down on the street under them, the people not disturbed by vampires.
“I didn't feed on her…” Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a little surprised and confused why Jungkook was in such a frenzy over that.”She..I don't know how to describe it but she smelled so nice and I felt like I would go insane from just tasting her skin. Can you imagine what her blood would be like?”
Taehyung watched him with dark eyes. Jungkook may be a little crazy for blood but not feeding because the idea of the blood felt too good was even crazier.
“What are you talking about?” the sun lit Taehyung’s eyes to a burning shade, stroking over his tanned skin.
“That’s the thing! I don't really know more than that she was the best scent I have ever encountered. She was even prettier than the other girls before I caught her scent.” Jungkook fell down on the chair before Taehyung, undoing his vest.” I couldn't stay after I made her cum because I didn't want to destroy the place or her…”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
“I left and went to the forest to cool down…”a disgusted look creeped over Jungkook’s face. “I even drank from some animal…”
“So…If I understand correctly you found a girl that seemingly has the best blood you have ever smelled and you left her, after making her cum, to eat from an animal?” Jungkook looked sheepishly at Taehyung. “Hmmm, I guess you’ll just have to bring me to her.”
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You couldn't stop thinking about Jungkook or the whole situation. He had left so fast, left you with aching thighs. You hadn't told Juliette or anyone anything but you felt insane.
“Come on girls! Faster” Lynette urged everyone to hurry getting ready.
You fixed your rogue one last time and glanced down on your shoulder. Jungkook had bitten you but it didn't look too bad and he hadn't left any other marks which meant you were safe from Lynette.
The music turned up and you performed the same fast dance again with the same wide smile. Turn and lift a leg, lift the leg higher. It was a sweaty routine but the adrenaline made everything feel great.
The crowd roared their approval once again and you slipped away with the rest of the girls, catching your breath. Juliette smiled at you, grabbing your hand with a little laugh.
“Much better this time!” Lynette had something aching to a smile on her face.”Y/n, Chloe, Gabrielle and Gicelle on the floor.”
Again? You would have killed to get home early but the smack of the little black book closing told you that it wouldn't happen. Juliette gave you the same look as last night and you got ready to go out again. However, anticipation followed with this time. Jungkook had told you he would be back, so you swallowed and held your head high.
People laughed and buzzed around you but it didn't take long before your wrist was captured by a cold hand. Jungkook’s hair was wilder this time around as he dragged you to a dark corner where the red velvet curtains fell over a booth, creating an almost private room.
Another man already sat there, sipping on red wine when the two of you walked in. Jungkook didn't waste a second to close the curtains, leaving candles to light the round table. You swallowed hard when the man made eye contact, smirking widely.
“Hello darling…my friend has told me a lot about you.” his voice was raspy and deep, dragging like a cat’s tongue up your spine. Jungkook stood ridgid to your right.”Come sit..”
The mystery man patted to his left and you slipped down, goosebumps raising on our skin as the soft material touched you. Jungkook sat down on your other side and you felt like a trapped animal.
“My name is Taehyung and yours is?” the mystery man asked, taking another sip of his wine.
“Y/n…it’s nice to meet you Mr Taehyung..” you swallowed again, feeling your mouth dry. You should tell them that this service would cost but you couldn't get another word out. They were both really beautiful.
“Only Taehyung…and Jungkook is fine..” he smiled down at you, fingers capturing your chin so he could move your head to the side. “What are you going to offer us?”
Your mind blanked, eyes finding Jungkook’s intense stare. It didn't feel like he was talking about food, drinks or even sex, but you didn't know what else at the same time.
“A-anything you can afford Mr- I mean Taehyung…” he pulled your head so you could look him in the eyes, lowly laughing at your answer.
“Well that is great…Jungkook make our darling ready…”Taehyung let you go with a dismissive voice but you didn't have time to think more about him when Jungkook disappeared down under the table.
You could feel his hands make their way up your legs until they reached your clothed core. He ripped the fabric off you and started assaulting your pussy with his lips, sucking and licking at everything. You barely managed to keep the scream down, leaning into the cushions behind your back. Taehyung made you lean against him instead, watching you with an amused shine in his honey eyes. He put an arm around you while he poured more wine in his glass. Jungkook worked you closer and closer under the table, forcing your quivering thighs to stay spread.
“He´s good with his mouth isn't he?” Taehyung smirked at your hazy eyes, drank some wine before he put his lips on yours, parting them so the red liquid could slip down your throat. You clenched your skirt, swallowing every drop until Taehyung left your lips. You came panting, back arching into Taehyung's side.”Shh shh, let it go darling…”
He whispered in your hair, taking deep breaths of you and your rushing blood. Taehyung drank more wine, looking at you with hooded eyes.
“You should give Jungkook a reward..he has made you cum, twice..” Taehyung nodded down to where the younger one still hid, kissing your groin and stroking your thigh.” Don't you think he deserves it?”
You nodded breathlessly, watching as Taehyung leaned into you with a sinister smile.
“Tell him then, darling. Tell him he can take a sip.” you didn't understand what he meant by that but you whispered that Jungkook could and the man didn't waste a second to bite down on the inside of your thigh.
Jungkook drank greedily from your body and you should scream or run but a rush of adrenaline turned the sligh pain to pleasure. You threw your head back crying out into your hand. It felt like you were getting off again and Taehyung’s lips on your collarbones didn't make things easier.
“Now now…We need to be careful with our darling…” Taehyung pushed Jungkook until he detached from your thigh. “Don't forget to kiss the wound…”
Jungkook came up from under your skirt again, mouth covered in your cum and a small string of blood. His irises shone bright red and his plush lips were pushed down by sharp canines.
“Is our darling slut ready? Hmm?” Taehyung laughed at the sight of his creation but was a little jealous that he got to taste you first deep down.
“Yes and she tastes divine…”Jungkook could suck you dry right then and there but he was happy Taehyung didn't let him.
“In which way?” the man to your side laughed lightly as he spoke, kissing the top of your head.”Are you ready for the main event darling?”
You gasped as he pushed the wine off the table, placing you right on it. Both men stood looming over you, Jungkook by your head and Taehyung between your thighs. He ripped your skirt in half, left your lower half cool to the air. Long, slender fingers slid down fabric as Taehyung undressed from his shirt, leaving you to stare at his skin. He dropped his slacks and underwear, cock hard and eager for your wetness. His hand found your hips and you could feel the tip of his cock as he moved it up and down.
“Do you want me in you, slut?” you quivered, eyes squeezing shut as you nodded.”Say it!”
“Yes! Yes I want you inside me, please~~” Taehyung pushed inside your pussy, taking care to let you adjust but it was hard not moving directly in your heat. He groaned over you and rolled his hips carefully.
Jungkook was painfully hard over your head, muscles on display since he had lost his shirts somewhere along the line. You could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants.
“Uh Uh…focus on me, slut..” Taehyung left your pussy, just to push completely inside you again.”He has had his fun, it's my turn now.”
He angled his hips in a way which hit a spot which sent stars to your gaze. You moaned loudly, hands coming to grasp his soft hair. Taehyung leaned over you, moved so deep and fast you felt like it was hard to breathe. He kissed between the junction of your neck and shoulder, small small kisses until he bit and pierced your skin. Blood moved from your to him as he fucked you hard on the table. He drank and drank, groaning against your skin.
Jungkook moaned over your head. He couldn't touch you yet but he couldn't stop himself from stroking his cock at the sight of Taehyung fucking you hard, of him drinking your delicate blood.
“Fuck…” Taehyung left your neck and smiled at his creations' breathy whisper.”She looks so good”
Taehyung licked his red stained lips, his irises also red now.
“You were right…” he straightened from your body, groaning as he pushed into you. “She is delicious…our little slut..”
Jungkook gave the older one a hopeful eye and Taehyung felt like being nice today, besides being so hard must hurt. He pushed you closer to the other edge of the table, keeping a steady hold and pace. You could feel him in the deepest parts of yourself.
“Go ahead Jungkook, use her little mouth..” your eyes widened as Jungkook pushed slowly past your lips, shuddering as you desperately tried to swallow around him.
“So good…” Jungkook petted your cheek with affection in his red eyes. “Such a good girl.”
He pushed until you couldn't take more, gurgling around his cock. Taehyung had been still until he thought you were okay, then he moved with an eagerness that hadn't been there before. He lifted one of your legs so it could rest on his shoulder and it pushed you deeper on Jungkook’s cock. The boy threw his head back but all you saw was hard abs. Teras and spit ran all over your face, your body in their complete control. You felt a sharp pain shoot from just above your knee when Taehyung bit you again, sucking the warm blood from your veins. Jungkook leaned over the table, completely filling your throat and mouth, and kissed Taehyung to get a taste of your blood. His fingers threaded through Taehyung’s hair as he moved in and out of your pussy.
“Greedy brat…” Taehyung laughed but ended the sound with a groan as you clamped down on him, struggling to breathe slightly.”You need to let our slut breathe Jungkook…”
He left your mouth with a wet pop, cock dripping in your spit as you caught slightly while air rushed down to your lungs. Taehyung kept moving in and out of you, hand pressing down on your lower stomach. You whined out, eyes managing to catch Jungkook’s before he moved back into your mouth. You were pushed between the two of them, listening to the wet sounds echo in your ears.
Jungkook removed your thread shirt and flicked at your nipples, groaning when you swallowed around his cock. Taehyung loved the sight of your flushed flesh and stuffed pussy, your heat made him almost burst right then and there. Jungkook played some more with your breasts before he leaned down and bit the side of your stomach. They boy couldn't get enough of your blood and he cummed down your throat with one last hard suck from you. The mixture of cumming and tasting your blood made him lightheaded. He tasted saltier than other men but it wasn't unpleasant, not when Taehyung pushed at your spot.
He grabbed your waist and sat down on the cushioned seat. A dazzling smile filled your vision as he met your falling body.
“Such a good slut…You did great…” he stroked over your hair, stroked the inside of your pussy.
You panted over him, head falling back as he sunk his teeth into the top of your left breast. One hand held you up right while the other trailed down to your clit. Taehyung knew he was close so he wanted you to cum for him. It didn't take long for him to get you there, back arching into his mouth while your pussy clenched on him, milking him for all his worth. You almost screamed as you came a second time that night, collapsing into his hard body.
Taehyung laughed a little breathy over your shoulder, maneuvering the two of you until he could slip out of you. He kissed every place someone had bit you so the wounds would close up. He was very gentle, so gentle that you had a hard time keeping your eyes open or maybe it was the blood loss.
“It’s okay darling, rest…” he whispered into your ear, getting Jungkook to drape his coat over your cooling body.
Most of your clothes had been destroyed so the two of them would have to go shopping for you and you would need food, preferably something high on iron. Taehyung smiled down at your sleeping form, cleaning your face a little from smeared makeup and saliva.
“Come on Jungkook, we need to get her back…”
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You sat up fast, eyes scanning a light blue walled big room. You were aching and only covered by a white silk cover. The sun shone into the room through thin curtains, moving slightly with a soft breeze from the opened window. Memories of last night, or at least you thought it was from last night, flickered in your mind. The crushing feeling of cumming and sharp teeth. You looked at your thigh and could see two faint marks on it but if you didn't know to look there, they would be almost undetectable.
The door was suddenly pushed opened and in came the two men in your memories. Jungkook smiled wide and Taehyung came to kiss the top of your head.
“Morning darling, slept well?” he let go of his bags, fabrics poking out of them.
Jungkook dropped his outerwear and vest, crawling up the bed until he could pull you close to him, face resting in the crook of your neck. Taehyung did the same and took your other side, stroking his fingers over your covered stomach. Red eyes flashed in your mind and you realised Juliette had been right.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆
Everyone was laughing, cheerful and just as hungry as pigs. This day was a day you could be as gluttonous as you want and not be judged by everyone. BUT, it's a also a day were all the family drama happens when something of the slightest pops down. Your husband, Jamal, was in the kitchen, helping his family for the thanksgiving dinner. We were going to go to your parents, but they're out of town and said that they wouldn't make it there for thanksgiving in time.
But you weren't sad, they need that long break after everything that happened at their jobs last week, but we're not going to hop into that.
Jamal was smiling, happy that all of his family was here and no one was gone. You were sitting in the dinning room, scared to do or say anything so you just say there and looked pretty. Jamal's mother looked your way, slightly rolling her eyes as she gestured you to come in the kitchen. "Come in here girl, I'ma teach you how to make sweet potatoe pie." She said, her smile being as comforting than your own bed when you're down. You got up, fixing the bottom of your orange and light brown sundress (hope that sounds right 😟)
You stood in the middle between Jamal and his mother. She smiled, rubbing your arm softly. "Don't be so shy girl, you're family now." You slightly felt warm inside (not that type of warm, but his mother is fine 😝..) "Thank you, Mrs.Brown." She huffed, hitting my arm as soft as possible. "Just call me, Maria. Just don't say it a lot." She humored as looked at Jamal, but Jamal was staring at you, looking at your beautiful face features.
He whispered in your ear softly, kissing your cheek. "You're so beautiful, baby." You slightly giggled, waving his hot breath from his ear. "Stop, Jamal! Always a tease.."
After hours of helping his mother and whoever else was in the kitchen cooking, it was finally time to eat. The table they had was huge so it was enough for everyone to sit and eat hungrily on. You, of course, sat next to Jamal, holding hands under the table as his (and your) mother started praying over the food.
After she said amen, everyone was getting dump loads of everything. There was turkey, pineapple ham, dressing (I hate dressing guys 😕) yams, collared greens, Mac and cheese, sweet potato pie, Mountain Dew cake with three more cakes, and a lot, and I mean a lot, of Hawaiian rolls.
You were eating, you're soul nearly leaving every bite. "So, y/n, what do you do for a living?" You looked up seeing that his bougie (idk how to spell it) auntie talking to you. You cleared your throat, sitting up straight. "I own a fashion business for the girls on the thicker side." You said, extremely proud. She laughed, making me slightly confused as I looked at Jamal. (P.S You never really met ALLL of his family yet) He had his hand on his forehead, mumbling the words "Here we go again."
"So, you make clothes for fat people?" She asked, crossing her arms. "If you mean for yourself then yes." You clocked back, not taking anyone's disrespect from this family. She was shocked, her jaw nearly fell to the floor.
Everyone stopped eating, looking my way as his father let out a deep chuckle. "I guess she wasn't here for the trash talk, Amelia." She huffed going back to eat here food as everyone else started laughing.
You kinda felt bad, you didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings but you were going to get yours hurt in the process. Jamal chuckled, looking at you as he placed his hand in your thigh. "I never knew you were so brave." He told you as he pecked your lips softly. "I didn't know either.."
You both continued eating but his hand kept itching up towards your thigh, you didn't think much about it until his hand was u der your dress. You started feeling a little bit aroused but you quickly pushed that feeling away. But he just kept inching his fingers towards your panties, making you squirm. You quickly got up, saying excuse me to the family as you quickly walk to the restroom.
You went to their bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you as you leaned against the sink. You turned the water on, splashing some cold water on your face as you sighed a little bit. You heard a knock, thinking it was one of his family members. "I'm I here." There was a chuckle, you knew who it was so you turned around and unlocked the door. "Jamal? Why aren't you in the dinning room." He made his way inside, closing the door back and locking it.
"Baby, you okay? You just left like that." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and getting closer to you. He out his head on the crook of your neck, kissing it softly. You let out a soft whimper as he settled you on the edge of the sink. "I might just skip dinner and go straight to dessert.." He said, lifting my dress up.
🪷
"Ah! Jamal..! " You wrapped you freshly done nails around his hair, gripping his strands softly as he went down on you. "You're flowing like a waterfall, ma.. " He mumbled, running his tongue up and down your clit as he sucked on it softly. He gripped your thick thighs, nearly piercing your skin.
"I'm close-! " When them words came out your mouth, he pulled away, licking his lips. Your high became ruined, slightly pissed now. "No, I want you to cum on my dick, not my mouth." He said, unbuckling his belt and he met his pants and boxers drop. You were always surprised when you saw his cock, it's like he was growing everytime y'all had sex.
"Wait-.. " Before you could say anything, he rammed it inside, making you cover your mouth and curl your toes. You literally cummed on the spot but he kept going, wanting to get a second orgasm out of you. You didn't want to be loud, but it was hard when he kept ramming his 9 inch dick inside you.
You were moaning slightly loudly, which caused Jamal to cover your mouth as he continued ramming himself inside you, all the liquid and juices falling down his leg and yours, even in the sink.
"Baby, I'm almost close.." he told you, kissing you as you put your arms around his shoulder, wanting him to cum inside. He started going faster, scratching the back of his neck as he gave you one last thrust. He sighed, slowly moving as he pulled away from the kiss, looking deep into your eyes, like he's trying to read your soul.
"𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠."
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Gangle might be getting silly chat (tw, body issues)
Me: hm! I want to vent because today was a new experience! Oh wait I don't want to talk about myself, ima project my own problems onto a fictional character who has enough problems already! <3
Also, in this lets just say the characters can shower and eat a lot and throw up cuz its won't be accurate if not <3 also this is lazily written so I might do this for characters talking// Character name: "Words blah blah blah." Also there is abstragedy after the vent part
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Gangle and the rest of the cast were celebrating! Bubble cooked a great feast (... "Great") and everyone was sat at the table, eating. Gangle put the food into her mouth. She started feeling a little sick. Just a little. But she kept eating. What a stupid decision. She kept eating, then the sick feeling in her stomach grew stronger. She needed to stop eating. But she felt like she had eaten so much already. She'd eaten so much. She ate. A lot.
...
She kept eating. She couldn't stop now. She kept eating. She didn't even want to with most of the things. She felt sick. She felt horrible. She hated herself. She hates herself. She hates he
Oh! Everyones going to the digital lake now.
Gangle feels horrible, but goes with everyone. She momentarily forgets about this whole eating stuff and tries having fun. Which she does. (But who cares about fun, we need angst.)
After all that, she grabs a drink and goes to her room. She walks into her bathroom and locks the door. Gangle stares at herself in the mirror. She feels horrible about herself. She chugs the drink, knowing its sugar contents and that it's gonna make her more sick.
With that "preparation", she goes into the shower and runs the water over herself.
...
She depends onto her knees and leans over the shower drain. She then shoves her ribbon hand down her throat and gently touches the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Am I actually doing this..?
She does it again, her eyes now dripping with tears. She gags again. She does it once again. Again. Again. Again. Gagging and tearing up. Finally, she throws up.
...
She throws up again. Again. Again. Again. Until she stops. She looked at the hand that was previously down her throat.
... Why do I do this to myself.
She shoves it down her throat again. This time it doesn't work and she gags. So she does it again and doesn't throw up.
Time for a break. Just a moment of staring around and feeling the water. It was nice. Especially after she just threw up. Bit she wasn't done.
She gently puts her hand in her throat again, causing her to gag. Soon enough, she throws up. She throws up again. And again. Again. Again.
...
Time to wait for a bit. Just relax. That's all she needs to do. Its all she can do. Just lay back and feel the water. The water felt nice. It felt like it was washing away the pain. For just a moment. But it wasn't. The second she was out of that shower, it was gonna be bad again. It always is.
Gangle found herself leaned over the floor of the shower. She tried to throw up, but it didn't work well. It didn't work at all. She shoved her ribbon Albans into her throat multiple times, frustration building at the fact it wasn't working. She finally managed to throw up the last of her stomachs contents. She kept forcing herself to do that until there was nothing.
She instantly got up and rinsed herself and her mouth off.
Why can't I just be ok. There's always something. Always. I can't have a break. I can't have... Anything.
...
Gangle was now laying on her bed. How pathetic. She felt so empty. And the empty feeling in her stomach didn't help at all. She was emotional and frustrated and depressed. And hungry.
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A/N: after this author note, everything said has not happened to me and is more just Gangle angst and maybe abstragedy
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Soon enough, the inevitable happened. Someone knocked.
Gangle: "Who is it..?" She spoke in a sad tone. Her voice made it obvious she felt empty and depressed.
Zooble: "Its me. I'd you don't open up the door I'm opening it myself."
Gangle: "... Hngh... Come in then..." She rolled in her bed to face the door.
Zooble opened said door, walking in with a neutral expression. They closed the door and walked closer to her.
Zooble: "You good?"
Gangle: "Mhm..."
Zooble: "You don't look good." They looked her up and down as they walked towards the bed, sitting next to her tired body.
Gangle blinked, almost comically slowly. This raised a red flag for zooble. She was basically a depressed mess.
Zooble: "Tell me what's wrong."
Gangle: "... Nothings wrong."
Zooble: "Gangle if you don't talk to me right now I swear I'm gonna f-"
Gangle: "... You're not helping.."
Zooble: "Oh uh.. Sorry. But you need to tell me what's wrong. If you abstract I swear Gangle."
Gangle was frustrated. She wanted to just cry or be cuddled, not talk. That's not what she needed. She needed silent comfort. But it was hard to communicate that without getting frustrated at them.
Gangle: "Stop.."
Zooble: "What do you mean 'stop' Gangle?! You NEED to tell me what's wrong RIGHT now!"
Gangle looked at them for a split second, before bursting into tears. The tears rolled off her face and dripped onto the blanket. Oh the look on Zoobles face. Even without a mouth, their expression said 'I F---ed up.'
Zooble: "Uh.. I uh- what-"
Gangle muttered out pieces of sad words. Her sentences were a puzzle that the smartest person in the world couldn't put together. One word that could be made out was 'Hug'. Zooble really didn't want to. Physical affection wasn't their thing. But since they got with Gangle, they were warming up to it. So they awkwardly pulled her onto them and ran their claw across her torso.
The action was comforting. This is what Gangle needed the most. Silent comfort. Meanwhile, zooble felt awkward and slightly uncomfortable. But they're willing to put in work for her. She obviously needs it..
Zooble: "Do you want to talk now?"
Gangle: "... I.. Hate.. I- ugh..!" Frustration was obvious in her tone.
Zooble: "... Ok."
Im to lazy and obviously hungry to write the rest. Enjoy my vent turning into yuri lolll
#Venting through characters#vent#I might develop an ed if I keep this up#I'm hungry#Tw#Gangle#Zooble#gangle tadc#tadc abstradgedy#zooble x gangle#gangle x zooble#abstragedy#tadc zooble#tadc gangle#Gangle venting
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Hey guys,
a little update on my situation with my ex if anyone's interested. Gonna be a doozy, but there's just so much in my head right now and I know there might be some worrying about me.
Or maybe I'll just spark a bit of confidence in someone else ✨
You know how you get a pizza, all excited, try it, and it's not good? Like it was fine at first and hey, you were hungry, but with each bite it progressively got worse. Do you stopped after a piece or two or three. And just tossed out the rest.
But it was enough to give you a severe food poisoning. So you spend a good portion of the next however many days throwing up and not being able to meet with friends and family because you're too sick. And you're so frustrated, because the pizza wasn't even that good, and you didn't eat that much, but you're still unable to function??
So yeah, I got severe emotional poisoning from relationship with my ex. But after we broke up I got nowhere to go, and he agreed to continue living together, so that I can move out once I secure money for deposit and whatnot.
Never go for that.
Last Sunday ex threw another jealous fit at me, making me unable to work for another 2 days - and then he was off to holiday with his friends (which couldn't come quick enough, I literally counted hours for him to leave). That left me and severely poisoned, but also gave me opportunity to collect myself and regroup a little away from him.
3 days later I had a new place and just today I got the keys.
Coincidentally my post about him about two months ago sparked a friendship with someone from here (Tumblr is a country okay). She kept me together through all that and let me tell you this was fucking tantalizing. It's surreal how things can change in such a short time. Having her as a friend truly opened my eyes as to what a relationship is NOT, seeing how someone who was just a stranger a few months ago, today cared for me more than he ever did.
I gave myself up for scraps of attention and believed when everyone around was telling me he is "one of the good guys". He came from nice, big family, with stable finances, nice group of friends. A noble job, a paramedic, which always impressed my sorry graphic design/IT developer ass. Like the only thing I'm saving is oceans from existing with the amount of shit that's being produced partly by my designs. So it felt good to be supportive of the good person and finally have a family, since I do not have one of my own.
Which is probably why I took the break-up so badly, even if I initiated it. I felt incredibly guilty for letting everyone around down. Everyone loved him. And I mean everyone. The only thing I ever aired I discussed with people outside of our common friends, and those were the people who told me something doesn't add up. And as I started following my gut feeling (and had a speedrun to breakup by hurting my knee and needing help where my ex completely dropped the ball), he started acting up. Suddenly setting boundaries with his family was me being jealous over him even having one, I just couldn't understand apparently how I'll never be the most important to him. Me asking him to be here for me when I'm having a hard time was met with "You're having a hard time EVERY DAY!".
Essentially I just ruined his family visits, his vacation with my knee injury, his days with my bad moods etc. But he ruined one too many Sundays for me.
So here I am, packing my sh#t and planning what goes where because I know I will be thoroughly exhausted after all things are moved, so I need to plan ahead.
And I still throw up emotionally, sobbing every 10 minutes, I don't even know why anymore. I just cry until I stop and then I continue prepping for move.
It's just a bad pizza.
#personal#sorry im just emotional its been so much#i regret moving in with him so much#holy fuck#i regret listening to everyone but myself
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The Bite Scene
Pairing: Named F!Tav x Astarion
Notes: Felt bad about not posting a fic in a while and had this old draft lying around so I thought I'd share it with everyone. Before actually posting anything on Tumblr I was working on a long fic about my Tav, Winnie but eventually I ended up abandoning it because I got frustrated feeling like I was rewriting most of the in game dialogue and also ended up getting focused on The Spawn Vs The Ascendant. So basically this is a rewrite of the bite scene with Winnie!
C/w: Blood, blood drinking, suggestive content
That night Winnie tossed and turned on her bedroll, sweat beads dripping down her forehead as her mind raced with memories of horror and death. Terrified faces of people she once knew were etched into the back of her head. Then suddenly she awoke in a pant, barely having enough time to compose herself before a new threat made itself known. A figure stood over her, red eyes glowing in the dark.
“Astarion?” A look of shock spread across her face as she glanced up to see her rogue companion, his mouth wide open and a pair of long pointed fangs were clear as day. It all made sense now. Astarion was a vampire!
“Shit……” Astarion backed up as he noticed Winnie was now wide awake. “It’s not what it looks like I swear! I wasn't going to hurt you! I just needed….Well blood….”
“Well that explains why you murdered the hunter.” Winnie narrowed her eyes at him slightly, “I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner, gods I feel so stupid.” The red eyes, the pale skin, all the hungry stares, it all made sense. Hells they had even found a dead boar a day earlier with holes in its neck! Winnie honestly felt like a fool for not noticing those teeth on day one!
“It's not what you think! I'm not some monster. I feed on animals, boars, deer, kobolds, whatever I can get, but it's not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so weak. If I just had a little blood I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.” Astarion looked into Winnie’s eyes with such a sad, pitiful look.
Is….a vampire literally giving me puppy dog eyes as he asks to drink my blood?
“You could have told me about this.” Winnie frowned. Despite everything the druid still wanted to trust her companion. She had grown fond of him even if he was an asshole. He was clever and witty and gods damn it was so hard to find someone who appreciated her dark sense of humor instead of just backing away slowly.
“Honestly I didn't think you'd take it too well. At worst I was expecting you'd ram a stake through my ribs.”
“Oh no I would never do that. I'd decapitate you. I'm nothing if not accommodating.” The human female gave a playful smirk.
“Ah….How thoughtful of you…” Astarion said with a nervous laugh.
“Luckily I trust you but I wish you'd trust me as well. We do need each other after all.” Winnie stood up, crossing her arms. The vampire blinked in confusion. The druid's response was pleasantly unexpected. A small smile spread across her silver haired companion’s face.
“I do trust you. And you're right we need each other. I need you alive and you need me strong. And there is no better way to keep me strong than to make sure I'm well fed.”
“My blood isn't something I can just give away carelessly. I kinda need it, you know…” Winnie looked off to the side, a little unsure. Accepting that your companion is actually an undead creature of the night is one thing, but letting him drink your blood was a big risk. Winnie trusted him not to harm her on purpose but she knew well enough vampires couldn’t always control their hunger and a starving vampire would surely prove even more unpredictable.
“I'll only need a taste. I swear.” The tone of his voice sounded soft, almost sweet as he looked at her with round pleading eyes. Winnie bit her lip and her heart sank a little. Gods damn him and his stupid pretty face.
“Fine, but don't go too far.” Winnie said.
“Of course, I shall only take as much as I need.” Astarion grinned, red eyes trailing over Winnie’s neck. “Let's make ourselves comfortable shall we?” Winnie before laying back down on her bedroll. A shiver went down her spine as he slowly knelt over her, eyes filled with hunger.
A cool palm cupped the druid's cheek, tilting her head up and exposing her neck. Astarion's mouth watered at the sight, his tongue flicking over his fangs as he leaned in closer.
Winnie closed her eyes and braced herself, her body shaking with a mix of fear and excitement.
She waited anxious for what felt like hours before finally a sharp icy pain pierced through her neck.
“A-Ah…” A soft cry of pain left her lips as his fangs sunk into her flesh. Winnie’s left hand gripped onto his shoulder, her teeth gritting until eventually the initial pain subsided, replaced by numbness. The druid's heart was racing and the only thing she was able to process was the sound of sucking. She felt very conflicted, despite the pain she'd been enduring she also felt this pleasant feeling. An intimate feeling. Almost as if he was merely kissing her neck instead of feasting on her very life force.
Astarion was swept up in the moment. Her blood was absolutely intoxicating, so sweet and rich. The vampire had never tasted anything like it. It was pure ecstacy. So wonderful. Gods, he never wanted this perfect moment to end.
“S-Stop…..” Winnie spoke up, she was beginning to feel dizzy. Astarion however seemed lost in bliss and continued his onslaught on her neck. “That's enough!” She said sternly, mustering what strength she had to grab hold of the back of his head and yank hard on his hair.
“Hmm!?” Finally the druid was able to get his attention. He pulled back with a gulp, “oh…o-of course.” Breathy pants left his lips as he savored the taste of her blood. “That…..That was amazing..”He breathed, eyes dazed as he ran a finger over the blood trailing down his chin, collecting some and sucking it eagerly off his digit. “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong…Happy…”He let out a bliss filled sigh.
“Well I'm glad I could help…..Ugh…” Winnie groaned, feeling her head spin. “Hopefully you'll be in a better state to fight soon then?”
“Shouldn't take long now, so many people need killing. Now if you'll excuse me, you're invigorating but I need something a little more filling.” Astarion glanced back at the human with a sly smirk before stepping off to walk off into the dark. “This is a gift you know, I won't forget it.”
The druid could barely sit up as she watched him stalk off into the night seeking his prey. As his form faded from her vision so did everything around her. Darkness taking her in it's sweet embrace.
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Note from TheChaoticDruid: I had another part written that takes place just before this. If you'd like to see it posted let me know!
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this is my first time requesting so bare with me😭
NSFW robin x fem!reader ~ reader goes over to robins house after finding out about her hard day and reader decides to make her feel better (i think you can picture what i’m implying)
ANON ILY SM BC I NEVER GET ROBIN REQS Robin my beloved<3
anyway warnings: oral, fingering, pretty fluffy SMUT MINORS SHOOO, not proof read and its 3am at the time of writing.
Robins day was nothing short of stressful, she was assigned a day without Steve, and on top of all that, today was the day everyone and their mother decided to give her a hard time.
People bringing their tapes back late, some demanding she rent out a movie to them despite that movie already being rented out. She couldn't wait to get home, back to you, her wonderful girlfriend who always turned her days around.
Robin was finally able to clock out, she unfortunately had a closing shift so it was a bit later than normal, but it only meant an easier time getting back to you.
She walked into the door of your shared apartment with a groan "My love i'm home!" she announced, kicking the door shut and stripping off her work vest.
You popped your head out from the kitchen, smiling on your face from hearing your girlfriends voice, it was around 6, so you had already begun cooking, waiting long enough so Robin could still help if she wanted.
"Welcome home Robs! I just started dinner, How was your day at work?" you asked, turning your attention back to the stove. Robin groaned again, walking into the kitchen and up behind you, wrapping her arms around your stomach and burying her face in the crook of your neck.
"It was terrible! It's like everyone sensed Steve wasn't there and decided to make my life hell!" You cooed, one of your hands moving to rest on top of hers.
"You want me to make up for your shitty day? Got the perfect idea..." You ask her, she knew what you were getting at, every bad day she's had since dating you has ended up with your head between her thighs.
Robin nodded a soft 'please' following, smiling you turned off the stove so your food didn't burn. Robin stepped back giving you enough room to lead her to your shared bedroom.
You gently pushed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her after she settled, straddling her you lean down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Not too rough but not exactly gentle either. Your hands found the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and off of her then unclasping her bra and ridding her of it.
"You are so fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in this town I swear." Your hands brushed over her nipples, watching as they pebbled underneath your touch. Your mouth moved down her neck, biting and sucking at the skin, watching as marks appeared. Satisfied with yourself you move your mouth to her left boob, lips closing around her nipple. Robin moaned, back arching pushing herself into you.
"Fuuuck, I love when you do that." She breathed out, Robin knew she was wet, probably gushing with the treatment you were giving her breasts. Your hand on her right breast pinched and pulled at the nipple lightly, before you pulled off her other, moving so you could give her right boob the same treatment as the left.
After spending some time at her boobs you finally moved down, kissing and marking your way to her jeans, undoing the button you quickly unzipped them and pulled them down her legs. Eyes being met with her panties with a wet spot in the middle.
"Holy shit babe, I've barely touched you and you're already this wet?" Robin laughed before choking out a moan when you lightly grazed her clothed clit.
"You touched me plenty!" Robin moaned, feeling you mouth and lick at her cunt through her underwear, licking her clit through the cotton material. You smiled when you felt her hands tangle in your hair. Robin whined when you still hadn't made a move to take the cotton off of her, "Shit, don't tease me, please."
"Okay okay, you don't need to beg for me honey." You hooked your fingers in the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs. Robin lifted her butt off the bed, helping you pull them down.
Robin doesn't think your mouth has landed on her cunt as fast as it did, the second she was exposed to you, your mouth was on her. Licking and sucking at her clit. Robin moaned loudly, her hands tightening in your hair. Your tongue moved down to her hole, slowly fucking it in and out of her, reveling in the whines you were pulling from your girlfriend.
You pulled her legs to be over your shoulders as one hand left her thigh, pushing one finger into her soaked hole, Robin's legs tightened around your head slightly.
"Holy fuck, I love your mouth baby. s-so fucking good with your tongue" Robin moaned, pulling your hair so it was away from your face, seeing as your eyes watched her expressions. Her head rolled back, eyes shutting in bliss when you added a second finger and crooked them in just the right way, hitting her sweet spot.
You rubbed at her g-spot, right before closing your lips around her clit, and sucked hard, causing Roving to cry out. You smirked to yourself as slurping and your girlfriends moans filled the room.
Robin was so, so fucking close, she was hurtling towards her orgasm in record time, the days frustrations melting away, the only thing she could focus on was your mouth and the pleasure you were giving her.
"You gonna cum baby? you're clenching around my fingers. God please fucking cum, all over my face Robin please." You doubled down on your efforts, fingers quickly fucking in and out of Robins cunt.
Your words were Robins undoing. Her thighs closed around your head effectively pinning you in place, her hips bucked and ground against your tongue, hands pulling at your hair so hard you swore she was going to pull it out. You helped her ride out her orgasm, tongue only stopping when she whined and pushed at your head.
You moved back up, laying on her, face covered in her release. her chest heaved slowly, Robin catching her breath from her orgasm.
"That make up for your shitty day?"
"It made my whole fucking week and the next."
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