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elizzsush · 5 months ago

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Future Child | Twisted Wonderland

Malleus Draconia X Reader

----It wasn’t everyday you’d find a three year old running around campus causing a ruckus. Usually students wouldn’t have to deal with this, but with Crowley you had to deal with everything. Now… why is it when you catch this small trouble maker it calls you “momma”?

AUs: None Rating: SFW

Note: Hi, hi! So, basically, I wasn't going to finish this and posted it as a WIP and people really liked it. So, then I had no other choice but to finish it! And I hope you like it.

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Crowley in-listed you to help with the child problem around school. No, wait that sounded bad. A young fae no older than five got into night raven campus and has been running amok. Some students say he appeared out of thin air. So, obviously, you: the defenseless, Magic-less human with no knowledge of fae or even how some of these basics of this world work, you were the schools best bet against this ‘threat.’ And so, your oh so kind instructor pushed this task onto you and left.

Not without you demanding an extra allowance, but still.

Thankfully, you were well equipped with a grumpy cat-weasel thing who is so glad to help and definitely did not try and run away. “Ehh? Why do I have to help ya??” Grim whined as he hung limply, your hand firmly grasping his scruff as you held him up. He was so generous and did not need to be bribed at all.

You sighed, “I’ll put some money aside from this to get you tuna.” Technically, that was a lie. No, you were going to fix the window Grim broke from practicing his magic in the house, again.

“I want two cans!” The motivated cat purred and jumped onto your shoulders. Now, you can finally begin your mission and take on this… threat...?

This threat was a real threat!

The sight of the frozen cafeteria did scare you. You had learnt that after you had stumbled upon the frozen dinning hall; all of this was from the baby fae! What on Earth were you suppose to even do once you caught the child?

How would you catch this kid without being frozen exactly? Why were you put on this task?

There was a mountain of ice and a many frozen students who were actively being saved by other students most of whom were made to help. They had gotten lucky in your option. They didn’t have to find the kid. “So much magic…" An awestruck student said, "it’s hard to believe a kid did this.” The nameless person mumbled as they helped thaw the room out. You couldn’t help but hum in agreement to yourself.

What kid could do this when Deuce struggled with making anything but cauldrons while he was somewhere new! It was… overwhelming magic for sure. Even for you to stand in the middle of it, magicless. And this was just the dining hall!

Apparently, you had three more places to check out.

“Not much to see here.” Grim grumbled from your shoulder, just then a ball of fire came hurtling towards the two of you! “Eek!!” Grim squealed jumping of your shoulder while you ducked.

“Sorry!” A no name student called out… He had been using the fire to dethaw some students.

“We should leave… and fast.” You said as you turned to leave in a hurry. You tripped on the ice almost tripped on the ice while you left.

The very next place you checked was the courtyard, where Mr. Vargas liked to make you run in the blistering heat. PE was horrible. Everyone else got to be on their dumb magic brooms while you were stuck doing laps.

Mr. Vargas did like to make the boys sweat afterwards though. You got to sit on the grass and laugh at them cheer them on! Especially Ace, who always lagged behind.

Anyway, in the place of the field of green grass that your peers used to practice flying on a broom, was a field of fire. Green fire no less. At least it was still green? You stayed a distance away while you watched a group of five students try and summon water magic to help fight these flames. “If you don’t do this right, it’ll be off with your heads!” Next to them, a familiar short, red-haired boy was shouting at them and telling them what they were doing wrong.

You liked to think it wouldn't actually be off with their heads, Riddle was above that... Now. You liked to think it was just motivation to make them work harder!

Because it was mostly Heartslabyul students, it worked. "Hey! Riddle?" You called out to the boy. The Housewarden looked at you and jogged up to meet you a way away from the green flames. Was Sebek here as well? You swore you heard his voice shouting...

"You shouldn't be here. This area is off-limits to anyone outside of the Equestrian club because of the danger." Riddle crossed his arms; his tone was pretty gentle though. You nodded along to what he was saying, because it made sense.

"Crowley wants us to find the Fae doing this, do you know anything about it?" You decided to get right to the point. Riddle was busy enough as it was. He seemed to appreciate it too.

The boy glanced back at the students trying to figure out how to calm the fire and shook his head. "I think I heard a few third years mention a blur of H/C going into the school." He mentioned, you mostly knew the kid was in the school. It was one of the places Crowley wanted you to check out, Mr. Trein's class, after that you didn't really know where the kid could be.

You smiled and thanked Riddle before turning to leave, the boy glanced back at the fire before stepping a bit closer to you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "Uh- Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to have tea with me later I-"

"Dorm leader! it's spreading!" A student shouted out, a panicked look on their face as they rushed up to the two of you. Riddle muttered something under his breath, before jogging back to the fire. To step up to calm the flames even more than what the regular student could do so you left.

“This seemed handled enough…” You muttered, a bit disappointed that you didn't get to finish your conversation with Riddle, Grim simply rolled his eyes and you two turned to leave.

You went to Mr. Trein’s classroom next. Your most boring class of twisted wonderland, history, uh... you think. Truthfully you hadn’t stayed awake long enough to know what class he taught.

It was not for lack of trying either!

He just drew out his words and spoke in just a boring robotic tone, it could put anyone to sleep! I digress. The cat: Lucius liked you too, he tended to let you sleep more while waking up other students.

Anyway, in place of the classroom was… an overgrown forest? In the center of it, you noticed a tall, well groomed, teal haired male, squatting down to examine what appeared to be a mushroom….

Obviously. it was Jade. He was part of the Mountain Lovers Club. The sole member actually if you remember right. Crowley mentioned something about the clubs handling the situations. So...

This seemed… handled-ish….

You would be taking your leave now. You closed the door silently and Grim groaned. "This is so boring." He whined, "Why do we have to do this?!" You shrugged slightly.

"Crowley said he'll give an extra allowance this week if we do this." You mumbled, "We could really use it to fix that window you broke." You reminded the cat. He huffed and glared at you a bit childishly, crossing his furry arms silently on your shoulder.

"I thought you said I could have extra tuna?" He realized, jumping off your shoulder he pointed at you in an accusatory manner; you sighed a bit.

You didn’t have time to find him right now. "We can talk about this later." You walked past him but when he didn't follow you, you turned around.

Where did Grim go...? You looked around the halls for him, "Grim?!" Didn’t he know not to wonder off while there was a threat on campus!

This fae would eat him alive!

Feeling even more motivated and slightly panicked, you ran off to find the cat and disregard the threat that was getting killed by meeting this Fae kid unarmed. Uncated? Either way.

“Someone help me!” You finally heard Grims's voice after looking for him for... quite a while actually. Pushing the door to the classroom open, you found...

Nothing.

Every potion was on its self, the stirring sticks where the usually go, nothing burned, frozen, or overgrown nothing was… well anywhere. At least anywhere out of place. “Someone, help me!” A cried out a very familiar voice squeaked out. Hesitantly, you walked closer to where you heard Grim’s voice.

This felt like something out of a horror movie.

A cauldron, inside of it was the soft glow of blue flames. No doubt caused by Grins fire ears. “Grim…?” You spoke softly. Peeking inside the steel pot, you saw a young boy, a long tail curled up beside him and one horn on the side of his head. In his arms was Grim, held tightly like he was a stuffed animal. He sniffled and then looked up at you with the most striking green eyes you’ve ever seen…

“Y/n!” Grim cried out, relief flooding his voice and breaking you from the little boy's curse of cuteness.

You plucked Grim from the kid's arms and He crawled onto your shoulders.

“Momma!” The boy, still in the cauldron yelled out, stumbling to get up and jump into your arms, get hindered by the caldron he found himself stuck in. His face was red from tears, and he looked scared… his small hands shaking with fear. He sniffled more, his chubby hands rubbing away his tears as they fell. Your heart ached slightly seeing those tears.

This can't be the same boy running amok in the school's campus. He was just so... non-threatening?

So, without a second thought. You picked the small boy up and cooed at him. Grim stared at you bewildered, His experience far more intimidating them yours.

Didn't you know how tight that boy was holding him?! Poor Grim almost didn't make it. He whined and frowned at the attention you were giving the boy.

Now, you just had to take this sweetheart to Crowley.

Either way, the small boy was absolutely adorable! Sure, he may or may not have caused this week's class cancelations but really, Ace was thanking the boy for it, so all was fine! Back at ramshackle, you realized, he was just a kid.

He was using some crayons to draw. He screamed like a bit of a brat when you tried to make him eat some broccoli you got... You thought it would be good for you and grim and neither of you ate it.

His big electric green eyes that reminded you of… someone? But who was it again? Well, it didn’t matter. The boy had green eyes, H/ced hair and these two small slightly curled horns on top of his head.

His ears were pointed just like a fae’s but just slightly? They weren’t as long nor as sharp as a regular fae’s like Lilia. It was hard to explain. It was the oddest thing- he had a tail as well! A long blackish purple one at that. And he was excellent at magic, if the destroyed campus told you anything. “Are you mad at me?” He looked up at you with teary eyes after you informed Crowley you caught him.

“Why would I be mad at you?” You asked the small boy curiously, blinking at him a bit confused at the question. His large electric green puppy eyes weren’t exactly helping you stand strong and not coddle him either.

“Because I made the rooms a mess…” he rubbed his large cheeks free from stray tears. Not that he was any good at it either, you just shook your head and kneeled to the floor, wiping them away for him.

Something about this boy made you wanted to care for him and protect him- he was just do cute. “Nonsense, you were scared. A little mess is fine as long as you weren’t hurt.” When you looked at him you felt something akin to cuteness aggression. This little fae was adorable! If Crowley didn’t find his parents, you’d take him in!

Ignore how poorly you yourself lived in ramshackle! And how much of your food was canned tuna because Grim insisted on it over actual food.

And the window that you still needed to fix and were most likely going to spend this week's allowance on...

The boy nodded, cuddling into your side like a small cuddly cat.

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He was adorable but children were a handful.

Crowley, after assigning you to catch the kid, gave you the poor child to take care of. So, you had been living with the child for three whole days.

Not to say the kid- who’s name you learned was Casper- was a handful. In fact, he was a sweetheart. He tended to shy away from things a bit, and he was a bundle of nerves sometimes.

He definitely got overwhelmed when left by himself, often resorting to crying and when he cried his magic tended to...

Anyway, Despite the amount of magic he held at his fingertip, he’d rush to you at the slightest creak of the floorboards, held onto you tightly, and hide his face in your shirt.

When it was finally time to go to school you didn’t really know what to do with the kid…? We’re you suppose to just… bring a kid to class with you? I mean, you already bring a cat, and the kid would probably be more well behaved then Grim.

So you brought Casper with you. And it was fine He was very sweet, maybe a little to shy, the teachers did love him. He introduced himself to them from behind your leg.

That was two days ago, now you were in the cafeteria. You hadn't been here in two days because, well you weren't sure if Casper would be okay around the crowd of students. Some of whom were still bitter about the Ice things... and the green fire thing.

“Fufufu, what do we have here?” Lilia popped up out of absolutely nowhere. "I heard a rumor about a trouble make~" He smirked.

“Grandpa Lilia!” The kid for once didn’t shy away. You had expected him to start crying. (He had before after all, when Jade introduced himself to the boy.) Lilia simply smiled and accepted the boy's affections, nodding along as he babbled about his day. Meanwhile, you were staring bewildered at the boy.

And... That was your lunch.

With of course, Ace and Deuce coming to keep you company while Lilia entertained Casper.

Most of your lunch you'd glance at the two. 'Grandpa Lilia?' You wondered why he was unusually not shy? He was a talkative boy to you, but with a stranger, no way... “Where Papa?” He asked looking up at the older fae with his large sparkling eyes. Oh, maybe Lilia knew the boy's parents! He was an older fae himself, right?

“Yes, good question indeed where is your papa?” Lilia asked, before he looked at you, a small smirk on his face, he looked at you like you’d know! You didn’t. You had tried to correct the kid on you being his mom before two- he cried and sulked over it for a while after that. “Well, I best be Off now!” Lilia cheered and gave you the kid back before disappearing off somewhere.

That was weird right?

You day went on- Ace and Deuce were good around the kid. Casper was pretty decent around Ace and Deuce, not too shy but he wasn't rambling like he was around Lilia. "Is something on your mind?" Deuce asked curiously, a mild layer of unwarranted concern.

"It's fine..." You shrugged, "I just hope Crowley find Caspers parents soon." You sighed, and the boy in question looked at you confused. He called you Mom and you basically took care of him, so you figured he thought you were his mom.

Not that you really minded, it wasn't like he thought you were old, fae tended to not age and stay good looking forever basically. Case in point, Lilia.

You really didn't mind, you already took care of Grim, so what's another, milder tempered Grim who didn't run away? "Speaking of the kid- Where is he?" Ace asked, looking around.

Scratch that, the kid wondered off.

"Oh no." You sighed and looked at the Adeuce duo with an exhausted look they couldn't say no too. They'd help you find the kid.

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How on earth did Sebek of all people get Casper?

Sebek, a first year in your class. Some loud guy who you got partnered up with once.

Why didn't Casper run away! You most certainly would and have. Instead, you found Casper on Sebek Zigvolt of all people's shoulders. Now you and Ace were whispering about how to get the kid back. No way you were going to go up to Sebek of all people and have to listen to his "fae are superior" speech... again.

"We should... Lure Casper away with candy." You whispered, Ace gave you a look and shot down your idea.

"Do you want to give him the impression that you should follow random people with candy?" He said looking at you like you just had the worst idea ever. "I say we just grab him and run."

"No, Sebek is faster than us." You noted, "Especially you, he runs laps past you in PE." Ace bumped your shoulder with an eyeroll.

"Where's Deuce?" Ace frowned, you watched with wide eyes as you saw Deuce confidently walk up to Sebek... "oh no." Ace groaned and run up behind Deuce.

You cursed to yourself. "We don't have to follow right...?" you asked the cat who agreed with you, but you knew you kind of had to follow them.

"Hey- Sebek." You smiled awkwardly.

"Mama!" The kid called out to you and reached out towards you. he almost fell off Sebek's shoulders- thankfully you caught him. Sebek looked at you in confusion and maybe a bit judgmentally...?

"No- he isn't..." You sighed and gave up.

"A human couldn't mother a Fae of Caspers caliber!" And so... Sebek began his rant. He started with how Lilia informed him of the situation, and he was here to lift the burden of Casper from your human shoulders.

Really, it saved you the time of informing Sebek you were in fact, not a teen mom. Also, it was weirdly insulting? Like hey, come on, you’ve taken care of him for three days! Almost four, “Casper is pretty happy with me, right sweetie?” You asked the boy who nodded hesitatingly. Wait- hesitantly? “Huh?”

Sebek looked a bit disheartened the Fae kid rejected him, but he was also kind of confused as well. “It’s just… I miss Papa, Mama…” the boys lips quivered a bit.

“No, no! You're not in trouble.” You fell to your knees to comfort the boy.

Apparently Sebek was hanging out with the child because he thought he was Malleus but something went wrong. Perhaps someone used their unique magic in the future ruler of briar valley.

Um… who’s Malleus?

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Day four of having a child.

Today you were going to find this kid someone who looked close enough to his dad. I mean, you apparently looked like his mom enough, so… yeah!

Also, perhaps his brother went to this school and that was how he ended up here. Finding him a dad sounded fun though.

It was a solid plan… “Casper?” You woke the boy up. You put Casper in the guest bedroom ace usually occupied when he was collared. Which was often. Even with Riddle being looser on the rules Ace always pushed sadly. “Today we’re finding your father.” You informed the boy.

“Really!” His eyes lit up. Why didn’t you do this sooner?

“Mhm, just tell me what he looks like-“ and so began Caspers rant on how amazing his father was. How he always makes time for you two even though he’s so busy, how good he was at playing superhero’s- and so on.

You didn’t even realize superhero’s existed here. Crazy. “He has black horns like me!” He grinned up at you, “oh- and black hair and we have the same eyes!” He giggled before again going on about how awesome his dad was.

“Horns, black hair, green eyes…” you mumbled, “and you're a fae, so we should probably go to Diasomnia, they have the most fae of the dorms” you smiled brightly. “This Malleus guy seems promising- and if he doesn’t want to, I’ll just make him!” You cheered and with Casper on your shoulders you were out the door!

Was it just you or was Diasomnia slightly terrifying?

Either way, with Casper on your shoulders like you were going to the zoo, you walked on the winding path with thorns around it and into the dorm. The halls were… very long and castle-like.

Eventually you found the dorm's common room. Witch had three students, only one of which was a fae. With as much confidence you could muster, you approached them. “Hello! Good evening gentlemen… Um, do you happen to know someone whom this child looks like?” You smiled and proceeded to the kid.

They very politely actually said that they think he looks like Malleus. You asked them to point you to this Malleus, and they again very politely refused. Apparently he was a busy man which was fair. But he was a father now! If casper deems him fit enough (By that you mean mistake him for his father like the boy did you.)

Still, throughout this process, you couldn't help but wonder if you were forgetting someone.

You kept glancing at Caspers horns… who else did you know with horns? “Tsunotarou! That's who you look like!” You finally realized after an embarrassingly long time. In your defense you had only met the guy once or twice while you were dealing with Leona’s stupid plan, and didn’t Leona mention Malleus during his overblot?

“That's what you call Papa!” Casper cheered, his eyes widening in awe. Okay so, either that was a common name… which you doubt or Casper had a weird background.

“Khee Khee what do we have here?” Lilia appeared out of nowhere! …again, still you jumped!

“Mama is going to find Papa today!” Casper cheered in all his three year old glory. Picking the boy up and lifting him to sit on your hit you nodded.

“Mhm! I’m going to meet this… Malleus demands he becomes Caspers father or pay child support!” You claim confidently because in reality, you were beginning to doubt the plan you came up with at 3am and woke up early for. “Tsunotarou would be a better bet but I really don’t know where that guy is… or his real name.” you muttered to yourself.

Either way, Lilia clapped and with a large smile said this: “You're in luck! Malleus just finished his breakfast and should be heading over for his morning coffee.” So, without verbally questioning why he knew that you smiled and plopped down on the common room’s chairs watching a bit nervously as Lilia wandered off again.

So… You were really dumb. Realistically this was a horrible plan bound to fail, but you already came this far.

Didn’t all your friends always comment about how scary Malleus was? Wasn’t he like one of the top mages of this world?

Okay, maybe if you didn’t come up with this plan at 3am last night you wouldn’t be so royally screwed! Hah, get it because Malleus is supposed to be some royal of… a whole nation right? Yeah, this was a bad idea.

Getting up to leave, you heard Casper cheer for his father.

“Child Of Man?”

“Tsunotarou?” You turned around, “Actually- no this is better than getting smited by some scary mage! Okay so I have been looking for… you, for a while!” You smiled, “This is our son: casper.” You introduced them.

“Papa!”

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“Mm, He does look like me.” Tsunotarou hummed; he knelt beside the child, titling his head curiously as he observed the child. “Your horns are coming in nicely aren't they?” He commented with a small smile, the boy nodded enthusiastically.

“Mhm! They should be as big as yours soon!” Casper giggled.

“Your speech is also advanced for a child of your age.” The older boy smiled, It was a very touching sight actually.

“It is. Ace and Deuce have been helping me teach him some bigger stuff too.” you stated proudly as the younger boy nodded along. You sat beside where the boy stood in front of his new father. Your back against the armrest, you sat planted on the floor. “The headmage said he would be dealing with getting him back home but I have to take care of him till then.” You sighed.

“I see, so you thought to find me as I am the child's father?” Malleus asked curiously, an eyebrow raised almost teasingly.

“If you’ll believe it, yup.” You nodded along, I mean if he believes that the kid is his, why not get him to take responsibility for that sweet child support money?

“I see, so Crowley is making the proper arrangement to get you back to us in the future.”

“Wait, so he's actually my kid?” you couldn’t help but blurt out. Tsunotarou merely chuckles. “Am I dumb or are we actually like his parents?” You whispered a bit to Tsunotarou and stood up, he followed after you standing up as well.

“Mm? Crowely didn’t inform you?” he said with an amused and sly smile. “I suppose it's time anyway we get properly introduced seeing as you are my future spouse” He smirked, his hand on his hips.

“I am Malleus draconia”

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Fun Fact:

The events of this takes place after Heartslabyul’s and Savanaclaw overblot. So y/n doesn’t know Tsunotarou is Malleus.

Also, Lilia knew all along.

Also, also, I'm sorry this sucked lol

NOTE: Sorry this slightly sucked I didn't really plan to actually finish the WIP I posted it as "Forever unfinished" and people liked it so I thought I'd do this anyway!

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guiltyasdave · 6 months ago

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just close your eyes

chapter 3 • series masterlist

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Against your better judgement, you decide to help them.

word count: ~2.2k

tags/warnings: post outbreak, slow burn, found family, age gap (sorry not sorry), able-bodied reader, angst, reader has a sad sad backstory and ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, vague description of an injury, implied death of a character, the angst is ANGSTING in this one

a/n: once again, i can't thank that jackson joel pedro photo enough for the inspiration that it's brought me. i hurt my own feelings with this chapter, and truth be told, it's gonna get worse from here.

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dividers as always by the lovely @saradika-graphics 🤍

Over the following days, something of a routine forms between the three of you.

Joel spends most of his time resting, asleep more often than not, the shape of him on your couch a picture that you grow familiar with. But as his fever goes down and the skin around his injury is less red than when you first laid eyes on it, you allow yourself the tentative hope that you might have been able to actually save him.

You’re becoming less skittish around him, getting used to his rather gruff demeanor, slowly realizing that what Ellie said was indeed true, it’s not about you. You come to think he just doesn’t like needing and accepting help.

Ellie follows you around like a puppy, eager to soak up every scrap of knowledge that you can share with her. It’s not much, you think, mostly cooking, the task of turning supplies into various meals, given the limited resources that you have in this world. You like having her around, the almost constant stream of chatter and questions never annoying you.

It fills your usual silence, helps keeping you grounded in the present. Most of the time.

Now that you have company, it becomes painfully obvious to you how much time you spend in your head, just sitting and staring straight ahead, lost in your thoughts, oblivious to the time passing. You have taken to having a book open in your lap, to make it seem like you’re reading, but you find yourself looking down at the page without seeing it, not sure when you last turned it.

It’s not what they would have wanted, you keep telling yourself, trying to shake yourself out of it. Well, it’s not like anything happened the way we wanted, the bitter voice in your head answers.

If Ellie or Joel notice, they don’t ask about it. You hear their voices in the night sometimes, both of them sleeping in your parents’ bedroom now, since the couch was starting to hurt Joel’s back.

You don’t lock your door anymore, leaving it ajar, just like them. The thought of someone else being down here with you is soothing you, the fear of them being a possible threat basically nonexistent at this point. Instead, a different kind of fear sets in.

They haven’t talked about where they are going, but you know that they’re not gonna stay forever. Once Joel is completely healed, and winter has given way to spring, they’ll most likely be off again, leaving you on your own again. You don’t want to grow attached, but it’s difficult not to, while being with other constantly.

You and Joel are taking longer to warm up to each other than you and Ellie have, but you’ve gotten used to having him around you. It’s a quiet, but trustworthy, reassuring thing, his presence in your space. Now that he’s healing, he’s someone who you trust to take responsibility, to take care of things if needed. You’re not sure how you know, but you’re certain that he is.

One evening, Ellie finds the DVD collection that’s stashed away in the cabinet under the small TV in the corner of the room. You hadn’t watched anything in forever, not sure if it’s even still working, but her enthusiasm makes it impossible to turn her down.

Even Joel pipes up at the prospect of a movie night, crouching down next to her to sift through the DVDs. They’re both drawn to the shitty action movies – usually not your preferred taste, but you find the corners of your mouth lifting when they both turn around simultaneously, looking for your approval of their choice.

Joel pushes himself back up with a grunt, pressing the button on the TV and making it spring to life without issue. You settle deeper into the couch cushions, pulling a knitted blanket over yourself as you watch the opening credits play.

It’s so comfortable, so normal, and you want to get lost in the feeling in a way that makes your heart ache. Ellie sits down beside you to share the blanket while Joel stretches his legs out on the other couch. A smile is tugging at his lips when he catches you looking at him, but it can’t hide the wariness in his eyes, mirroring your own. It’s the feeling of things being too good to be true, the fear of nothing good ever lasting, of the world crashing down around you again, that always accompanies you, and without asking, you know that he feels it too. You cast your eyes back to the screen, trying hard not to get yourself lost in the fear, but to enjoy the moments of peace while they last.

Ellie loves the movie, her eyes wide at every action-packed sequence, gasping at every explosion. At one of the more absurd scenes, you can’t contain the burst of laughter that bubbles up your throat. You’re unexpectedly joined by the deeper rumble of Joel’s, a sound that you haven’t heard before.

You glance at him, to find his eyes already on you, an emotion in them that you can’t place. Neither of you say a word, both quietly returning your eyes to the TV.

When you’re lying in bed later that night, you still feel the smile on your face.

While your closeness with Ellie came quickly, almost taking you by storm, it’s a quiet, slowly growing thing with Joel.

It begins with him lingering in the kitchen when you’re preparing the morning coffee, asking you questions about the place, about keeping supplies, electricity, the safety measures. He helps you with cooking, grumbling about giving something back when you protest.

He’s gruff, no comparison to Ellie’s lively chatter and endless questions, and it makes you nervous at first. But you get used to him, his more quiet demeanor, his dry humor. You can tell that he’s trying hard not to scare you again, avoiding sudden movements or getting loud, and while you appreciate it, you also can’t help but wonder how broken you must seem from the outside.

He doesn’t ask prying questions about your past, how you’ve come to live here all alone, though you have to imagine that he’s curious. You don’t ask him about his either, even if you do wonder how he and Ellie ended up together. It’s a quiet mutual understanding and you’re grateful for it.

You have to believe that he had his fair share of loss in his own life, that the both of them had; an inescapable reality at this point in the world’s history.

It’s like a silent camaraderie when he catches your eye as Ellie is reading out puns to the both of you once more, rolls his eyes in a way that still holds so much love for the girl next to you, but that fills you with the urge to giggle. It stops you in your tracks the first time it happens, the sensation so unfamiliar to you that you can’t place it for a second.

When you smile at him, the corners of his mouth rise ever so slightly as well, before he huffs an exaggerated sigh at the joke that you just heard. It riles Ellie up, just like he wanted to, you suspect. But you block out her bickering at him, busy with your own thoughts. One thought in particular, one that you haven’t had about anyone since you were a teenager.

Joel is kind of pretty when he smiles.

The both of them have also taken to working their way through the bookshelf that’s taking up most of one of the walls. It’s mostly guidebooks on hunting, gardening, self defense, anything that your father deemed possibly useful. Over time, you had added books from your old bedroom, the one upstairs, that you had hastily carried down the stairs, hoping for the familiar words to give you a sense of normalcy in a world where nothing was normal anymore.

Joel sometimes talks to you about them, asking your opinion on which ones to read, discussing their contents with you. Over time, you realize that he does it when you’re zoning out, pulling you back into reality with the drawl of his low voice next to you. You’re thankful for it, not used to being cared for like this, but also mortified that as it seems, he does notice when you’re too deep inside your head.

It’s one of those afternoons, you’re just about to start preparing dinner, when Ellie asks if you have more books somewhere, about something cool. “Like what?” you reply, an easy smile on your face.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “like comics, maybe? Ohh, or something about space?”

It takes a moment before the words register, before they form a picture in your mind, the memory of exactly what she’s asking for. You stop in your tracks, frozen on your way to the kitchen. Your toes dig into the carpet beneath your bare feet. A faint trembling starts in your hands and slowly spreads through your body.

Ellie says your name, an edge in her voice. You’re not sure what your face looks like.

Your wide eyes find hers, looking up at you from where she was spread out on the floor, her hair splaying out over the scratchy rug, one of your books held over her head. You had joked about how that position couldn’t be comfortable a few minutes ago.

You see Joel from the corner of your eye, slowly raising to his feet from the couch cushions. It feels like you can’t breathe, like you’re sucking in air but it doesn’t reach your lungs.

A large, warm hand lands on your shoulder, making you jump. Joel rubs soothing circles over your back, your name a low rumble on his lips.

“It’s– it’s not a problem if not,” Ellie murmurs, sitting up slowly, her eyes flicking between you and Joel, uncertainty written over her features.

You force a shuddering breath in, using the sensation of Joel’s hand splayed over your back to ground yourself. Nodding your head, you will your voice to travel up your throat.

“Yeah no, I– just a second.”

Joel repeats your name, more questioning this time, but you ignore it, feet carrying you into the bathroom where you quickly shut the door behind you. Skin stretching over your knuckles, you stand over the sink, gripping its edges to stay upright.

It’s what he would have wanted. He would have been so happy to share them. It’s true, you know what.

You’re not sure what’s worse. Going in there yourself, crossing the threshold of a room that you haven’t entered in years, haven’t even opened the door to, or letting someone else do it, let them disturb the memory of a reality that you’ve tried to preserve in there. Too painful to touch, but too important to let go of.

Steeling yourself, you return to the living area. Ellie and Joel are sitting close to each other, both of their heads flying up at the door opening. It’s obvious that they have been talking about you. You bite your lip.

Ellie rises to her feet slowly, takes a tentative step toward you. “Listen, it’s not that important really–” She sounds like she’s talking to a skittish animal.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice not to betray you. With a deep breath, you cross the room to the door beside yours. One of two that you keep firmly closed.

It creaks on its hinges when you open it slowly, your hand shaking on the handle. You try not to look around, to keep your eyes closed to the truth that nothing changed in here, and yet everything changed. It’s stuffy, stagnant air that’s been untouched for too long, but it smells like him. Like he’s still here with you.

You don’t see the unmade bed, still carrying the trace of the last time he got up, the stuffed lion beside the pillow. Don’t see the half finished drawings on the desk, or the mess of action figures in the corner. You grab the stack of comics from the nightstand, ignoring the way your vision blurs at the edges. Move on to the shelf, smaller than the one in the living room, blindly picking out random books.

When you step out of the bedroom, quickly pulling the door shut behind you again, neither Joel or Ellie have moved. You can’t meet either one’s gaze, don’t want to see the expression in their eyes.

Ellie takes the stack of books from your outstretched hands, murmuring a thanks, and you sense that there are more words on the tip of her tongue. Questions, apologies, you don’t know and you don’t want to.

Turning on your heels, you escape into your own room, closing the door as quickly as you can before you collapse on your bed. Tears flood your eyes in time with the memories flooding your head, threatening to pull you under and drown you under their waves.

You hear their muffled voices through the door, but neither of them comes to disturb you. You’re thankful for it, not needing anyone to witness you in this state. Eventually, you drift off into sleep, your mind gladly giving way to unconsciousness.

The following night is the first time that Joel has to shake you awake from a nightmare.

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Rules {Part Three}

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Part Three

You head over to Elijah's place, ready to have a fun night together. But when you don't mind your manners, you end up paying the price.

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6k words - Warnings: salvatore!sibling reader, so smutty, dom!elijah, rough sex, blowjob, choking {the sexy kind and the not so sexy kind}, spanking, doggy, secret affair, lot's of Damon {Stefan will show up in part four}, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, violence, ANGST! angst and more angst ...

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The apartment building Elijah told you to go meet him at was an old, abandoned building in a shady neighborhood. The hallway was dark and littered with trash and graffiti, the carpet stained and torn, the walls cracked. It was so unlike him, you were worried that you got the address wrong, or that this was some sort of trap.

For the first time in a long time, you felt a tiny bit of fear creep into your heart. But it didn't last long. You liked him, a lot, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. It was all going to work out, you were certain of it.

You reached the last door, 117. Your hands shook slightly, and your stomach was doing flips. You weren't used to feeling like this. You were usually in complete control, but this situation with Elijah was spiraling further and further out of your grasp.

You lifted your hand and knocked on the door, a soft sound, and waited, your breath caught in your throat. A minute later the door opened and Elijah was standing before you, a smile on his lips.

"Miss Salvatore," He greeted, his eyes looking you up and down.

You smiled and entered the apartment, which was the polar opposite of the building. The inside was spotless, and looked like it belonged in a magazine. It was a simple apartment, but everything was high end and luxurious.

"This is a nice place," You commented, looking around the main room, and then at the window, which overlooked the street.

"It suits my needs," He hummed, coming up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist.

You leaned into him, his lips ghosting along your neck. You let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm so glad you are here," He whispered against your neck, his breath hot, his tongue lapping at your skin.

You turned around and placed a kiss on his lips, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Thank you for saving my brother today," You said softly, your hands going to his tie, undoing it slowly. "I know he can be... antagonistic,"

"Yes, he can be," He chuckled, his hands slipping under your dress, and gripping your ass.

"What are your plans for him?" You asked, a hint of concern in your voice, your hands resting on his chest.

"If he minds his manners, so will I," Elijah hummed, his fingers tracing circles along your lower back, and then lower, teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And Elena?" You pressed, trying to ignore the effect his touch was having on you.

Elijah paused, his hand slipping from under your dress, his expression growing serious. "Rule two, darling,"

"Right," You said quietly, averting your gaze.

"Now," He said softly, his finger lifting your chin. "Where were we?"

You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. You pushed on his chest, slowly guiding him back towards the sofa, his hands gripping your ass.

His legs hit the back of the couch, and you broke the kiss, pushing him to sit. His eyes darkened as he watched you slowly remove your gloves, shawl and then the rest of your clothes.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your naked body pressed against his clothed form. You loved the contrast, it was so hot.

You unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest. His skin was warm and flushed, your hands exploring the expanse.

You kissed his neck, then his collarbone, moving off his lap as you kissed lower. You undid a button, then pressed your lips to his stomach, his muscles twitching, a low groan escaping him.

You knelt in front of him, kissing his erection through the material of his pants. You unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down, freeing his cock. You stroked him slowly, and took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue.

His head fell back, and his hand tangled into your hair, pulling slightly. You moaned and took more of his length into your mouth, working your hand along the shaft.

"You have the sweetest lips," Elijah groaned, watching the way your mouth wrapped around him.

You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum connecting you to him. You licked up his shaft, your eyes locked with his, and then took his entire cock into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You could tell he was trying to control himself, his breathing was fast and ragged, and his muscles were taut.

You loved hearing him moan, seeing him lose his composure. Sex was one of the few things that could get him to break his stoic facade. He was always such a perfect gentleman and seeing him unravel was a thrill.

He was getting close, you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the strained, breathy groans he was making, his hand tightening in your hair.

His phone began to vibrate, and he glanced at it, then dismissed the call. You looked up at him, toying the head of his cock between your lips.

"Don't you need to get that?" You teased, flicking your tongue across the tip.

He shook his head, and his face slowly turned into a grin, his dimples appearing.

"Not right now," He said, his thumb grazing your bottom lip, all swollen and shiny from sucking his cock.

You went back to work, sliding your lips up and down his shaft, your tongue teasing him. Elijah's fingers dug into your scalp, a hiss escaping his lips.

His phone started vibrating again, and he glanced down, his brows furrowing. He picked up his phone and answered it, his eyes fixed on you.

"Yes?" He said, so composed and serious it made you feel like you were doing a bad job.

You took it as a challenge and took his entire length into your mouth, sliding down to the base, then slowly back up. His eyes widened, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise.

"Where?" He asked, his voice sounding strained.

You giggled, and slid your lips down again, bobbing your head quickly, making obscene slurping sounds.

"Yes, I see," He replied, his hand moving from your head, down your back.

He was trying not to react, but you knew how to break him. You moaned, his cock still in your mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"No, I'm not available until tomorrow," Elijah said, his jaw clenching.

You kept your pace, and could see the frustration building. Your eyes met his, and you smiled, knowing that you had him just where you wanted him.

"Of course, goodbye," He finished, his hand hanging up the phone and throwing it on the couch.

"Miss-," He started, his tone strained and his chest heaving, Panting and moaning as you sucked his cock.

You let out a soft hum as you watched him unravel. A string of unintelligible curse words fell from his lips, some you swore were in other languages. His eyes screwed shut and his head fell back against the sofa, his hips thrusting forward, and then his release hit him.

He came with a low, strangled groan, and you swallowed every last drop. You continued to lick and suck his cock until his grip loosened and his breathing returned to normal.

You pulled away, his cock slick and shiny, his eyes heavy and his face flush. He looked down at you, swiping his thumb across your lips, then his hand moved to your neck, squeezing gently.

"Good girl," He said softly, his fingers curling around the back of your neck.

You felt your cheeks grow warm from his praise, and a smile played at your lips. The way he looked at you made you feel something deep in your core, something warm and pleasant.

His fingers tangled in your hair and he gently pulled you up and onto his lap. He kissed you softly, his hands moving down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist down to your ass. He grabbed it firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.

He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing you.

"You're so wet, did sucking my cock turn you on?" He murmured, his finger circling your clit, making you shiver.

"Yes," You panted, your hips grinding against his finger.

His fingers moved lower, finding your opening. He teased you, pressing the tip of his finger against you, and then slowly pushing it in.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you ground yourself against him, moaning and gasping.

He grabbed the back of your neck with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss, his lips rough and hungry. You kissed him back with the same fervor, your tongues moving together.

He removed his fingers from you, and you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes fluttered open, a pout on your lips, making him chuckle. He brought his hand up and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing gently.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you," He cooed, his eyes narrowing slightly, the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

He tightened his grip and you felt the rush of pleasure from the lack of air. Your hips moved slowly, grinding against him, seeking release. You whimpered and dug your nails into his skin.

"You look so beautiful when you're desperate," He whispered, his voice low and raspy.

"Elijah, please," You moaned, your voice breathy and quiet.

"Ride my cock, show me what a good girl you are," He ordered, his grip loosening from around your neck.

You moved up off your knees, planting your feet on either side of him on the sofa, hovering just above him. Your eyes locked with his as you reached between you and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining him up with your entrance.

Your breath hitched as you slowly eased down on his cock. His hand squeezed your throat, holding you steady. Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you.

"Look at me," Elijah demanded, his voice low.

You forced your eyes to meet his. His expression was calm, but the fire in his eyes burned so hot you were surprised you didn't combust. You couldn't break eye contact as you began to bounce.

He groaned, enjoying the view of your desperate face as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock. He held you steady by your throat, his thumb brushing back and forth along the side of your neck.

You looked so good in his lap, your breast bouncing, your face contorted with pleasure. He could watch you fuck yourself on his cock all night long, your eyes pleading, begging for more.

His free hand came down and smacked your ass. The sound was loud in the silent apartment, making you yelp. You frowned at him, your hips faltering, but it only made him grin. He smacked your ass again, and this time you moaned.

"You can do better than that, Miss Salvatore," He said, his tone dripping with condescension.

"Fuck you," You hissed, glaring at him.

"Language," He said firmly, smacking your ass once more, eliciting a squeal.

You began moving faster than any human could, using your vampiric abilities to increase your pace. He watched your eyes close as your pleasure began to build. Your lips were parted slightly, letting out soft squeaks every time you took him all the way.

"That's it," Elijah urged, his hands gripping your waist, helping guide you on his cock.

Your movements started to get more erratic, and you began to pant. You let out a desperate whine, your brows furrowing in concentration, slamming down on him wildly.

He squeezed your throat a little tighter and you fell over the edge, your vision going white. Your nails scraped down his chest, leaving a bloody trail that healed instantly.

Elijah hissed through clenched teeth from the pain and pleasure, your cunt squeezing him like a vice as you came.

He let go of your throat, letting you fall forward, your head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, planting kisses on his skin. He took your chin, guiding you into a kiss.

He kissed you slowly, then wrapped your legs around his hips and stood up. He carried you down the short hall to the bedroom, then laid you on the bed.

He stood, removing his remaining clothes and admiring how gorgeous you looked in his bed. Your eyes were filled with lust and longing, your lips were swollen from his kisses and you were blushing all the way down your chest.

He leaned down and kissed your breasts, his hands moving under you, lifting you slightly to get better access to them. His tongue swirled around your nipple, his lips sucking it between them, then he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

He moved back up and captured your mouth with his, kissing you deeply. His hair ticked your face, and you ran your fingers through it, loving the feeling of it.

He smiled down at you, brushing the hair from your face, and then kissed you again, this time soft and sweet. You returned the kiss, smiling against his lips.

His hands moved down your sides, stopping at your hips. His eyes met yours, a glint of mischief in them, then he quickly flipped you over, making you gasp.

He positioned you on all fours, your head buried in the bed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back and up, exposing your ass to him.

"Mm, that's a nice view," He commented, running his hand over the swell of your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Are you just going to admire it or are you gonna fuck me?" You asked impatiently, looking back at him, you pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside you again.

He grinned and gave your ass a light smack. He leaned over your, pressing your head into the pillow, his lips grazing your ear.

"Do your brothers know how much of a whore you are?" He taunted, kissing along the back of your neck.

You were offended by his remark, you didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth. You gave him a scathing look and tried to move away from him.

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pulling you back against him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so you were looking up at him.

"My apologies, Miss Salvatore," He said sarcastically, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Is that too crass for you?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, and he leaned down and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, his lips barely brushing against yours, and then he deepened it, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

His hips were pressed into you, his hard cock resting between your ass cheeks. You pushed back against him, grinding against his erection, causing him to groan.

He broke the kiss, his hand still holding your hair, and straightened up. He looked down and guided his cock into you, pushing slowly, his grip on your hair tightening as he eased all the way in.

You let out a breathy moan as he set a slow pace, fucking you with long, deep strokes. You rocked back against him, trying to match his rhythm, but he had you at his complete mercy.

"Faster," You begged, looking back at him, biting your lip.

He gave a small shake of his head, a smirk playing at his lips. He let go of your hair, and you buried your face in the sheets, letting out a muffled whine.

You tried to pick up the pace, pushing back harder, but his hand came down, smacking your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Did I say you could do that?" Elijah chided, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

You turned your head and glared at him, but remained still, letting him fuck you however he wanted. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging in, and his thrusts sped up.

Elijah admired the way your dark hair cascaded down your back, the way the muscles in your shoulders tensed up, and the way the skin of your back shined with sweat. When your bright blue eyes looked at him with such a desperate pleading, he couldn't help but let his control falter a little bit.

He gripped your hips tighter and began to pound into you. He leaned forward, caging you under him, his lips brushing your ear. You panted and moaned, clawing at the sheets as he slammed into your mercilessly.

He kissed the crook of your neck and across your shoulder, then up to your ear, biting down on your earlobe.

"Are you going to come for me?" He whispered.

You nodded, your eyes closed, completely lost in pleasure. You felt it building inside of you, and the way he was groaning, his hot breath on your ear, his chest pressed against your back, it was all too much.

Your body went rigid, your mouth opening in a silent moan. The wave crashed over you, and the tension left your body.

His release followed, a long, low groan escaping his lips. You felt him spill inside of you, his hips stuttering, and his cock pulsing.

He collapsed beside you, his arms draped above his head, he had a big toothy grin on his face that you had never seen before.

"You seem awfully happy," You teased, resting your head on his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"It has been a long time since I've had the opportunity to enjoy myself so thoroughly," He replied, stroking your hair.

"Glad I could help," You teased, smiling up at him.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. His hands moved to your back, rubbing slow circles.

"What was that phone call about?" you asked after a few minutes, looking up at him, your head resting on his chest.

Elijah's body tensed slightly, and his hand moved down your back. "Nothing you need to worry about,"

"If I don't need to worry, why won't you tell me?" you pressed.

"Do I have to remind you of the rules again?" He asked, his tone teasing.

"No," you mumbled, lowering your gaze, a pang of guilt hitting you. "I'm sorry.... It's just.... I don't know," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the feeling of his arms around you comforting.

You knew you were playing with fire, but in the afterglow of sex, your thoughts came tumbling out of you before you could stop yourself.

"I know we agreed, this was just going to be physical," you said slowly, looking up at him. "And that's okay... I just want...." You paused, biting your lip, and averting your gaze, feeling embarrassed. "I just want to get to know you a bit better,"

His hands went still on your back, and he sat up a bit, looking at you for a moment before he spoke. "Why?"

You shrugged, feeling foolish. "I just do,"

"There is no need to get to know me," Elijah replied, his tone more serious now, his expression unreadable. "Our arrangement has no strings attached, as per the rules."

"Do you really want that?" You mumbled, the question made you feel so vulnerable, you were not sure what he would say.

You held your breath as he looked at you, and then leaned in and kissed your cheek gently, his hand caressing your face.

"I want many things, but I can't have them all," He answered quietly.

For a moment he looked sad, almost remorseful. But you must have imagined it, he was composed once again, the wall he kept around himself now fully in place.

You looked down at his chest, unsure what to say. It felt like your heart was breaking. It was just sex. This wasn't a relationship. You both had rules for a reason. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"But you can stay, if you'd like," He offered, there was a quiet vulnerability to his voice and a strange look in his eyes. You didn't know what it meant.

"I'd like that," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But it isn't a good idea,"

"It's not," he agreed, his hands still rubbing your back.

"So, we shouldn't," You said, trying to convince yourself.

"No," He agreed, rolling the two of you over, so you were beneath him. "We shouldn't,"

He kissed you again, slow and sweet. His hands moved down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips.

"We shouldn't," You repeated, your hands sliding down his chest, resting on his stomach.

Neither of you were going to stop, both of you knew it. It wasn't a good idea, and you would regret it later, but right now, all you wanted was him.

The sound of the early morning birds woke you before the sun could. You had fallen asleep next to him, after he had worked every tense bit out of you, your body saitied and relaxed.

You rolled over to see him fast asleep next to you, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips parted. He seemed to be having an intense dream, perhaps even a nightmare. He mumbled something you couldn't understand and rolled onto his side.

A part of you wanted to wake him, to free him from whatever was haunting him. To kiss away the tension in his brow. To bring him back to a place of peace and comfort. To run your fingers through his hair, and feel him relax in your arms.

But you couldn't. You had work to do.

Carefully pulling away from him and climbing out of bed, you quickly dressed before you tiptoed down the hallway to the living room.

You did your best to be quiet, control your breathing, trying not to let fear overtake you. This was your opportunity, perhaps the only chance you would ever get, but the fear was so strong, your whole body was vibrating.

You glanced towards the bedroom, making sure he hadn't woken, and then walked towards the sofa. Bending down, you searched between the cushions until you found what you were looking for.

The moonstone.

It was surprisingly easy to slip it out of his pocket the night before, you had him so thoroughly distracted with his cock down your throat. Even a man like Elijah was susceptible to lust, and you played him like a fiddle.

Your fingers curled around the stone and you clutched it to your chest, it was smooth and oddly cold. It felt heavy in your palm, more than what it actually weighed.

You were doing the right thing, for your family, for your friends. So why did you feel so guilty?

This would be a betrayal. The rules you set together were important, you had to have rules to protect yourselves, so you could stay neutral. What you were doing wasn't neutral, and if he found out...

You let out a shaky breath and tucked the stone into your bra, before you slowly, and as calmly as you could, walked to the door.

But before you could reach the handle, the floor creaked, and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

"Miss Salvatore," Elijah said.

His tone was calm, but you could hear the underlying fury. You swallowed hard, unable to look at him, you stared at the door instead.

"Where are you going?" His voice sounded different. Dark. Dangerous.

You turned slowly to see him standing a few feet away. He was dressed, his suit immaculate as always, and his expression was stoic. The only thing out of place was his hair, which was mussed from sleep.

"Home," you managed to say, your voice sounding more confident than you felt.

"Really?" He asked, taking a step towards you.

Your instincts told you to run, that you were in danger. The predator had caught the prey, and was going to tear you apart. You subtly tried to reach for the door handle behind you, but you saw his dark eyes flicker to your hand.

His face broke out into a smile, his canines flashing, his eyes cold. He closed the distance between the two of you in the blink of an eye. One moment he was across the room, the next, his hands were wrapped around your throat, pinning you to the door.

His face was blank, and yet you could see something dark swirling behind his eyes. He had become an entirely different man than the one you had been with all night.

The pressure he had on your windpipe made your lungs burn. You clawed at his forearms, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasped for air.

"Elijah," you managed to croak out, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, they were cold, sharp and angry.

"Do you think I'm like one of those boys in the alleyway? That you could use me, and walk away with no consequences?" He growled, his fingers pressing even tighter.

"No-" You tried to choke out, your voice coming out barely more than a whisper. "Please..." You whimpered, feeling dizzy, the edges of your vision going black.

He let you fall to the ground in a heap, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a painful crack. You took deep, rasping breaths, coughing and gasping. You looked up at him, your whole body trembling.

He was standing there, towering over you, his expression blank. There was nothing on his face that could indicate that he had been tenderly holding you hours earlier. No softness in his gaze.

He just held out his hand expectantly, the look on his face making it clear that you should obey.

Slowly, you pulled the stone from your bra and handed it to him. Your hand shook as you reached out, placing the stone in his palm. He curled his fingers around the stone and tucked it back into his pocket.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared up at him in fear, was he going to torture you? Kill you? You were a fool to think you could ever outsmart him, to ever betray him.

You swallowed hard, and forced yourself to make eye contact. He reached down, his hand gripping your chin roughly, lifting you up, forcing you to your feet.

You felt his eyes searching yours, and the hand on your throat moved up, his thumb brushing your cheek. He brought his face close to yours, his lips ghosting over yours. It was equally intimidating and intimate.

"I thought we had an understanding," he said softly, his lips brushing against yours.

"We do," You whispered, unable to tear your eyes from his.

His thumb traced your lower lip, and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, and you kissed him back, your tears mixing with his, and all you could taste was pain.

Then he released you and stepped away, his arm stretched in the direction of the front door.

"Leave," he said simply, looking away from you. "And if I see you again, I'll kill you,"

You were too shocked to move, and after a moment, he looked back at you, his gaze icy.

"Run along now, Miss Salvatore," he said, the threat clear in his voice.

You took one last look at him, before stumbling your way out the door. You raced out of the building, only stopping to breathe once you made it outside. You leaned against the cool brick of the building, tears streaming down your face, gasping for air, trying to get the taste of him out of your mouth.

The taste of him... the touch of him, his words... You could still feel them all over you, it felt like you would never escape them.

You felt guilt, shame and embarrassment. You were lucky he didn't rip your heart out of your chest. You put yourself in this foolish situation, and you paid the price.

This is what happens when you break the rules.

When you arrived home, all the lights were still on, but the house was eerily quiet. You wandered into the living room and saw Damon sitting on a lounge chair, casually sipping on a glass of bourbon, looking into the fireplace.

He didn't look at you, just continued staring into the flames. "Big night?"

You were not in the mood for a family lecture. You shrugged off your coat and draped it over the couch, running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to smooth it.

"Not really," You said, walking over to the liquor cart, pouring yourself a glass.

Damon looked up at you and he could immediately tell you were upset.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked, his tone concerned.

"No one can hurt me, Damon," You snapped.

He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow. "You're sure about that?"

You looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze. Your relationship with Elijah was a secret, you weren't supposed to know each other, so you couldn't tell him. You wanted to come home with the moonstone in hand, to prove that you could help, to prove your worth, but you failed.

"Why do you care so much about who I fuck?" You shot back.

Damon laughed and set down his glass, shaking his head.

"I'm your big brother," he said, smiling.

"Stefan is my big brother too, " You said, crossing your arms. "And he minds his business,"

"Yes, well, that's Stefan for you," He said, a hint of bitterness to his voice.

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your drink, the vision of Elijah's cold expression flashed in your mind, but you quickly pushed it down. "Where is Stefan anyway?"

"He's on a lovely lakeside getaway with Elena," Damon answered, a hint of annoyance to his voice.

You suppressed the desire to tease him about how he said Elena's name, it was clear that he had feelings for her. When you first met Elena, you feared it was another Katherine situation, but she pleasantly surprised you, and she didn't seem interested in Damon in that way. At least not yet.

"Do you know about the deal she made with Elijah?" he asked.

"Deal?" You asked, your heart jumping a little at the mention of his name.

"In exchange for her staying put and willingly going to the slaughter, he will protect the rest of us from any enemy," Damon practically growled as he said it.

"She should have never made that deal," you said, shaking your head.

"Thank you! I feel like I'm the only one who isn't insane around here," He groaned.

"She should have known better, but what's done is done," You sighed, taking a sip of your drink, wishing it was blood instead.

"You know, if you had been around, you could have talked some sense into her," he muttered, glaring at you.

"Don't," You snapped, giving him a warning look.

"Don't what?"

"Blame me, Damon," You said, your tone firm.

"What have you been doing for the last month? You are gone all the time, and the rest of the time, you are completely checked out," He accused.

You went to argue, to confess, and yet, you couldn't. It was none of his business, and besides, what would you even say? You’ve been fucking Elijah and then tried to steal from him? That you are heartbroken and foolish? That you are a coward?

"You're right, I'm sorry," You said quietly. "I've just been trying to... figure some stuff out,"

He studied you for a moment and then gave a short nod.

"Fine," he said, his voice softer now. "I get it,"

You went over to sit next to him on the sofa. What you needed in that moment was honest affection, someone who wasn't judging or asking questions. Damon wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy type, but he would hold you when you were sad, and that's all you needed.

"You're a good big brother," You said, leaning against him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been distant,"

He wrapped his arm around you, and held you against him. "It's ok,"

You both sat in silence for a few moments, and you closed your eyes, trying not to think about the events of the night, the taste of Elijah still lingering on your tongue. The feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck… The fear you had felt.

"So, tell me about the boy," He teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What?" You asked, your eyes snapping open.

"Oh, come on," He chuckled.

"It's over," You sighed, taking another sip.

"That bad, huh?" He asked.

"It's for the best," You mumbled.

"Do you need me to take care of him?" Damon offered, his voice serious.

"No, he didn't do anything wrong," You sighed, finishing the rest of your drink. "It was just... complicated,"

"I know a little bit about that," Damon mumbled, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Elena?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up," He whined, pushing you off of him, making you laugh.

You contemplated just going to bed, but you decided to stay up with Damon. He would never admit it, but he was lonely, and so were you. You needed someone to ground you, and the two of you could always find comfort in each other.

"How can I help?' You asked, turning your body to face him, tucking your legs under you.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to help me?"

"Yes, I need to feel useful," You laughed.

"Well, maybe I have a couple things you could do," He said, his eyes lighting up, which usually meant he had something devious planned.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Just a bit of catering, I’ll leave you in charge of picking out the wine..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I may have a weapon stashed away that could take out an Original," he said, smirking at you.

"From who? How?..." You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

"Don't worry about it," He chuckled.

"But, I thought-"

"Yes, yes, the deal Elena made with Elijah. We need a backup plan. I'm not going to wait around for her to be killed," He said, shaking his head.

"What does Stefan think?" You asked.

"What do you think he thinks? He's in denial, of course," He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"So what's your plan? Why does it involve wine?" You asked.

"Because it's a party, silly," he smiled, looking far too excited about murder.

"So, we're going to invite Elijah over, and kill him?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he said casually.

You tried not to think of the way Elijah touched you, his soft, tender kisses. Now all you could see was the look in his eyes when he found out that you betrayed him. The hurt and anger in his eyes... And his threat that you knew he would make good on.

If I see you again, I'll kill you.

"Is it even possible?" You asked, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Possible?" Damon scoffed. "We'll make it happen,"

You gave him a small nod and a smile, trying to show confidence. "Ok..."

He smiled and patted your leg, before standing up.

"Get some sleep, little sister. Tomorrow is a big day, tomorrow we dine with the devil,"

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Four}{Part Five}

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avalordream · 6 months ago

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Prompt: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.

Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...

A/N: A few days after I posted this- a few other thoughts came to mind- SO HERE IS MY ATTEMPT AT VOCALIZING THEM

You’re keenly aware of how small and tiny you are the moment you wake up.

For the first few days, you started to acclimate to…the family home.

It wasn’t YOUR family though. It never was. It was MC’s. Not your’s.

You could project all you wanted onto MC but it was never your family or your life to experience. It was theirs.

Even so, you quickly found yourself missing the life you were used to. More specifically:

The cuisine.

It was hard not to draw suspicion to the fact that you were craving different food genres aside from Mom’s Pamela’s mac and cheese and cheeseburgers.

Ma’s Noelani’s Hawaiian food helped quite a bit to hold you over as you started to ponder over how to approach it.

Kind of hard to bring it up to your MC’s parents that you wanted Asian/Middle eastern/Indian/Pakistani/Mexican/etc food when there was none of that for miles around

For the time being, you had to quietly hint and nudge their thoughts into that direction but not enough to make them suspicious. Noelani obviously had her suspicions about Cove getting into the house from Step 2-3 but never brought it up once. From what you could tell, she was scary observant

Another issue was how clumsy your new body was.

Your mind might be able to remember how to do everyday tasks like writing and such but this tiny body didn’t have the muscle memory to match it

Much to Liz’s dismay, you spent quite a bit of your time forcing your hands and legs to train to do things your adult body could do in a snap

Time wise- technology was a huge sucker punch. It made you feel bad for taking your own devices for granted.

That being said, self learning everything was going to be hard without a phone or computer on hand, especially knowing that you’d have to go through the cursed education system all over again- but most likely much harder

There had to be a reason older folk complained about it, right?...

Your MC’s birthday was the same as your own, just that the birth year is 1997. That being said, the current year was 2006… Funny. You were only two in 2006…

…

Back to self learning, you tried to practice what you considered basic math long after everyone had fallen asleep

Usually, your day was filled with entertaining Shiloh and Liz, playing in the park or going along with whatever Liz said. Judging by the giant for sale sign across the street and the date, you figured out that you got isekaied roughly at least a month or two before Cove and Mr. Holden would move in.

Who knew how that would go now that you weren’t subjected to just three choices?

Even after playing around, your body was exhausted and your baby mind was just as pooped out.

The first few days you would wake up early as children do and tried doing your math and remembering as much as you could at that time

Yeah, Liz nearly gave you a heart attack after she barged in and you had to play it off as you scribbling absolute nonsense cause you were bored

After that near collision, you changed your prep time to being at night. Sure, you woke up to Liz shaking you and not getting enough sleep in the morning, but you needed to refresh your memory the best you could

You couldn’t do it every night though and did your best to keep some sort of schedule so you wouldn’t forget - and worry your MC’s moms

They noticed the first few times of how sleepy you’d be when you’d wake up later than usual - granted if Liz didn’t wake you up - and a few nights after, you nearly got caught right in the middle of your review.

Pam was more sneaky than Noelani, so you should’ve seen this coming- but even so, you had everything spread out on your rug when you just barely heard her footsteps come to your MC’s door

You had enough time to shove everything underneath your bed - your room was messy enough but better safe than sorry - and quickly dive under the covers before you heard your door open with the softest of clicks

She was around for a good while before you heard the door close again but you didn’t relax until you were sure her footsteps went back to the master bedroom

After that, you were much more careful about how long you spent studying and when. You haven’t been caught since.

Occasionally, you’d have to sneak in your MC’s parent’s room to grab any books that you needed. Good thing Noelani was a book nerd.

You did have to be careful about your self learning- you didn’t want them getting any suspicions that their kid was suddenly…different out of nowhere.

You had no idea what MC was like as a kid before the events of Our Life so you tried your best to piece together what you could

Speaking of, there were a bunch of things you quickly realized about Our Life, one of which is that game didn’t go over nearly everything that MC went through, let alone before Cove came or others that it only touched on briefly

For example, the tourists that came and went every year happened to be close friends of Pamela’s from her time in university, hence why they were so friendly to you and Liz in particular.

It was also why they knew how to… handle your ever changing moods. At least-

That’s what it looked like to them.

To you- it was because you had to battle MC’s initial responses to these scenarios.

Go figure, this body still had its fair share of emotions inside of it, leaving you to figure out if this sharp pang of fear or worry was your own or not.

It left you second guessing everything you did, especially when you’d be up at night, studying and practicing your writing

It seriously irked you, knowing your writing was sloppy even though you knew this body couldn’t help it. It didn’t make seeing your scrappy writing less frustrating though

Despite how much you tried to hide how YOU felt, not MC, Noelani still picked up on the small shifts in your behavior.

One of these being the irritation you harbored for your writing.

Speaking of emotions, you found your body easily overwhelmed by any stronger ones- your own irritation making you cry- an alien feeling and one that took even you by surprise.

Worse part? The first time happened was in front of Noelani when she tried to help you practice your penmanship

Naturally, she tried to comfort you MC by trying to console you, saying it’d be better with practice and wiping away your tears but no matter how YOU tried, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing

It wasn’t until much later that you realized that MC’s tiny self had their own limits and by pushing those adult feelings and expectations that YOU had onto it sent it into a messy overdrive.

After that, you had learned to slow down- the world wasn’t ending…even if it felt like it.

…

The nail in the coffin for you that made YOU cry. Not MC’s body: Your dreams started to resemble parts of your life.

You’d dream that you were back at your desk job or filling out mundane paperwork but no matter how boring it’d be, it was YOUR life.

The one YOU were used to and familiar with

You’d always feel so relieved to be back where you were supposed to, whether you were happy with that life or not

It was that feeling of having all your choices in your hand and being in control of where you wanted to go, if that made sense.

Nobody made those choices for you except well…you.

Only to have that feeling of familiarity ripped away once you registered Liz waking you up to play while “Ma and Mom snooze the day away!”

…

You just want to go home…

To YOUR home…

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-> Extras <- ⊹ ‧₊˚ Isekai Self Aware Taglist: @lilqi @annoying-mary @mellozhi ˚₊‧ ⊹

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yandere-sins · 1 year ago

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“he follows until you are pressed to the cold wall, his arm around you, pulling you back so you wouldn’t have to be cold all night”

this made me remember that bed post, of how couples sleep Vs how single ppl sleep. Single ppl often have their bed up against the wall, cause it saves space and they don’t need to worry about falling off the bed, while couple usually have their bed in the middle with the headboard against the wall and the sides not touching anything, and that makes it easier for one of them to get up without having to disturb the other. This made me think… it would be such a yandere thing to do to have the bed pressed up against the wall anyways, so their darling can’t leave without them knowing or waking up. It just feels like such a subtly controlling action, where the darling wouldn’t be able to even go to the washroom in the middle of the night without the yandere allowing it. I mean, they prob would have had to wake up the yandere anyways if the yandere hugs them in their sleep, but this is still make the darling feel even more confined mentally, because they know that there is no way that they could sneak out so they would stress over whether they should wake up the yandere or if they would be able to tolerate it till morning comes. It makes you wonder if the yandere did it on purpose or by accident, especially if the yandere lives in a spacious house so there is no actual need to press the bed against the wall… ah, I just think it makes for a very nice small detail in this kind of scenario ☺️

(Sorry if this is rambling, I just woke up so my brain is muddled lol)

I haven't heard about that theory before! But it makes sense, now that I think about it :D

(Warning: Yandere, Sexual Mentions)

I can totally see yans taking advantage of that. Two entrances to the same bed are just taking up sooo much space (even if the room is completely empty otherwise, hehe). Why not make sure the darling has to do impossible aerobics to get on top and over their captor if they want to get out? Oh, the darling is such a tease, accidentally loosing their footing and waking the yandere with the beautiful sight of their darling on top of them. And then there's the wonderful spiel of:

"I just need to go to the toilet."

"Sure you do, darling."

Even if he yan knows the truth they just grip their darling's waist, keeping them in place and teasing them a little before allowing them to finally get off their captor and to the bathroom, the yan always following of course, yawning but excited to be up with their darling.

Or the very clingy yans that cannot imagine sleeping separately from their darling, even if the darling is sweating bullets because it's so damn hot in the room and locked in the yan's arms around them. They already abstain from drinking before going to bed, knowing they won't be able to free themselves of the yan's hold, so now they just hope to pass out from heatstroke or dehydration 'cause they are so fucking tired but can't sleep.

And then, of course, there's the aspect of being able to watch their darling all night long. It might take them a while with their captor staring down at them for hours to no end. How could they sleep with their sweet love right next to them? Pass up the chance to leave fluttering touches all over their bodies and whisper sweet nothings into their ear while they dream (hopefully of the yandere)? Never! They're just looking out for you—protecting you even! But the pleasure is all theirs, and the yan soaks up ever little utter or whimper from their darling, drunk on the vulnerable sight of their most precious darling. ♥

Oh, and can you imagine, those really mean yandere that drug their darlings? They are so freaking overjoyed when their darling is searching for any kind of comfort, after the yan put them into bed, while their brain is a huge mess. Darlings that cry and sob, but then bury their face in the yan's chest and the yan just instantly has a huge grin on their face as they pat their darlings head and rub their back, telling them everything is okay. They try to be empathetic but they just can't stop grinning, loosing their freaking mind from excitement. Yans who get so fucking hard/wet from their darling inching as close as possible to them, scared of some imaginary monsters they are trying to hide from, not realizing the monster is right in front of them.

Last but not least, sharing a bed doesn't just mean sharing a mattress. There's also just one blanket and one pillow, and the darling will be forced to stay near and rest their head on the yan's arm or chest. There's no escaping that, so they'll eventually admit defeat due to being so tired. But the morning after is when things get really interesting. When the mood shifts from sleepy to horny real quick, the yan not wanting to lose the warmth they shared all night, as always insatiable for their darling.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

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janetsboys · 7 months ago

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gally x female reader pleaseeee anything

here you go baby

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❀ characters: gally x fem!reader

❀ A/N: i’m so sorry for the amount of time it took me to post this

❀ summary: y/n has been in the Glade for three months, she’s a Builder, but she doesn’t get why her boss hates her.

❀ warnings: can’t think of any

english is not my first language<3

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“Why do you even care so much about what this jerk thinks about you?” Newt asks you as you’re both sat under a tree during your work break.

“I don’t know, we spend our days together and I just, I just wanted him to like me but every single thing i do makes him angry!” you say agitating your hands in incomprehension.

“He hates everyone, pretends he likes his friends, and he doesn’t like you because you get attention for being the only girl in here. He knows everyone likes you.” Newt was your best friend and always brutally honest with you, which was why you loved him so much.

You were looking at the grass under the “sun”light when a tall shadow came up to you and Newt. “Hey, it’s ten minutes break not five hours so get your ass back to the cabin.”

Gally was looking down on you, talking to you with a severe tone as usual. You in fact didn’t know why you wanted him to like you. He’s your boss and you spend all your days with him, you thought maybe you could see something behind his cold personality because weirdly, he didn’t intimidate you. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

You were fixing a fence for the Slicers to keep the livestock in the Glade when you heard Gally saying there was a bonfire tonight. You thought that would be the perfect occasion to try to make friends with him. Though you didn’t want to chase him down and beg for friendship, it was your last try.

When the night started and you joined the gladers at their little celebration for being alive another day (that’s what you guessed), you didn’t know everyone perfectly well yet. You liked Zart because he was really nice to you, you liked Ben and Minho cause they were unintentionally funny to you, and Newt was your favorite of course.

You looked around to find someone you know because you didn’t want to be in the middle of all the boys by yourself and also, you don’t like all the attention being on you (— which was unfortunate since the attention was always on you).

Minho waved at you with a straight face because he saves his smiles for rare occasions. You felt relieved as you walked to him sitting alone but you also felt a huge pressure as if someone was looking at you.

“Hey, how is this bonfire going so far for you?” Minho kindly asked giving you a cup of a weird drink, “Well, i like parties, i think i do, at least. I’d like to know everyone here but apparently, not everybody wants me here.” you respond taking a sip before making a face.

“Gally again?” Minho said exhaling, “I know i shouldn’t care but it makes me upset.” you say sitting next to him, sighing.

“Don’t worry, it’ll come. He’ll end up liking you just like we all do because, there’s absolutely no reason to hate you.” he kindly answers with a little smile. Your best friends really treated you well for the past three months because, even though they couldn’t understand how it was to be a girl in a world of boys, they knew how hard it was for them when they arrived here. They could only imagine it was harder for you.

“Thank you.” you say with a tiny smile before resting your head on his shoulder. You knew Minho wasn’t really the one to say kind words to everybody. Or the one to accept a head on the shoulder easily, but he let you.

“Hey Newt.” you saw him walking up to you with a huge cup, “Do you guys want to taste THIS?” he said laughing like he knew something you didn’t. “That thing has to hold a deadly virus.” Minho said before you added “No thank you, i’d rather stay alive.” slightly giggling.

Newt then turned around to look at everybody then told you; “The hell is he staring at?”, “Who?” you answered a bit concerned. “Gally.” Newt said laughing again, “Maybe he doesn’t hate you that much after all.”

“You know what? I’m gonna talk to him and we’ll see if tomorrow he still hates me.” you reposted getting up to go there. “He doesn’t hate you!” you hear Newt add as you walk away. Always the devils advocate, always staying positive for some reason.

You felt a little stressed out, your hands were slightly shaking as you got closer to him while he was focused on laughing with his friends and drinking, you started regretting but you were too far into your mistake to go back. Of course, the alcohol in your blood made you braver which was good in this situation.

You sat next to him as if it was totally normal. “Hey, Gally, this drink is really good. I heard the recipe was a secret.” you boldly told him putting hair behind you ear, trying to look confident.

“Thanks. What are you doing here? Your boyfriend and your lil’ best friend must miss you already.” He says loudly as all his Builder friends laugh (— they laughed like that was the funniest thing ever, i think they laugh at everything Gally says).

“I don’t have a boyfriend, i have good friends though. And some guys seem to dislike me for unknown reasons, they miss out on a lot of fun.” you smile, looking really friendly and nice. You’re not trying to seem patronizing or something. That would only make him despise you.

“So, Gally, you want us to go get another drink?” he stares at you for a while before getting up to follow you. Your legs shake from stress as he walks besides you.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything about you?” you break the short silence. “There’s nothing to say.” he coldly answered. “Oh come on, you like building and fighting, what else do you like?” “Having a purpose. And a home. I guess.” he finally opens up a little bit more to you. You feel a small smile growing on your face, breaking the ice.

“Great, you know what, I like that too. We have a common point, see?” he stops walking when you finish talking.

“You know, (y/n), i didn’t like all the changes you brought with you. Everything was new when you arrived in that box.” he says looking at you. “And you hate change, i get it. I’m sorry.” you say smiling again. You finally started to understand what kind of guy he was, he needed stability, and control.

“It’s not your fault, we made those adjustments for you and you turned out to be a Builder. I think it is- nice to have you with us.” wow, Gally was complementing you? That made you blush for a reason you ignored. You then started walking again towards the drinks. “I’m glad to work with you guys too. It’s tough for me but i try to stay positive and fit in, you know?” you confess to your new friend.

Maybe his drink convinced him you weren’t that annoying after all. He handed you a glass of whatever that was and you walked back to the others to sit down with them.

You relaxed a little bit and started making jokes, your coworkers were really dumb (most of them) but pretty funny and nice even though they were kind of onerous sometimes — as you are a girl and of course it means there are a lot of inappropriate jokes they’re allowed to make.

You knew Alby made it very clear no one was allowed to touch you, or go too far, so you felt safe with them. You knew teenagers like them wouldn’t hurt you, even the dumbest ones.

Surprisingly, you started laughing with Gally, he was actually chill in parties, unlike the bossy guy you knew at work and also in the glade in general. Maybe those nights were important to him because it was a traditional thing, you were staring at him as he told a story about Zart, that you never heard before.

You didn’t know why exactly but you needed to analyze his face, you liked the way his eyes moved and the way he smiled telling that anecdote. You bursted out laughing at the exact same time the other Builders did, he was a good storyteller.

When everybody started separately talking, you looked at Gally and spoke, pretty loudly so he could hear you “You’re a good storyteller” you smiled, he leaned over a bit, to hear you “What?” he asked smiling, you put your hand on his arm and got closer to his ear, you were more confident, you felt like you usually do when you’re with Next and Minho. “I said you’re a good storyteller” you chuckled slightly.

He pulled away and looked at you, he was smiling way more now that you guys had talked. Now that you knew he didn’t exactly hate you. “Really?” you nodded, and he stood up and you tilted your head slightly.

He held his hand out, you took his hand without hesitation and walked with him.

You walked in the Glade without really knowing where you wanted to go, you chuckled as you talked about the story he told.

“Did he really wake up with those drawings on his face?” “He really did, and he stayed like that the whole day.” he laughed.

You sat down together at the end of a tree, you were both a bit tired but you still wanted to talk.

“You’ve been here three years, right?” you say looking at the trees around you. The “moon”light made everything look peaceful in the Glade.

Gally nodded “Three years.” he said staring at a random tree. You looked at him “Do you think they’ll find a way out?” you ask, you still had the innocence of being here for three months, because you had no idea how it felt for them. This was the only home he’d ever known.

He shrugged, “I don’t think anything, I wait.” you looked down, you wondered everyday why you were all here, why you were the only girl, why didn’t you remember your life.

“Do you think we like, knew each other out of the Glade? In our other lives, i mean.” you look back at the trees, not noticing he had turned his head to look at you. “You think we were friends or something?” he asked then continued, “maybe we were like- high school enemies.”

You giggled and looked at him “I’m sorry but you must’ve been a bully.” he nodded chuckling “Alright alright i’ll give you that one. You must’ve been the girl that talked back to teachers but still had good grades.” you laughed at his statement, you had thought so many times about what your life could’ve been like outside the Glade.

Somehow, you always thought you used to know Gally. “I’m almost sure I knew you.” you say, looking in front of you, your two bodies sitting pretty close to each other. He turned his head to look at you. “Is that why you wanted to be my friend here?” he wondered, he’d always been curious about you, he just never admitted it.

You nodded then answered “I think…Maybe i was looking for comfort and landmarks. I thought maybe what i felt towards you was that research of something. Because i couldn’t let go of the past even if i didn’t remember anything.”

He was listening closely to every word you said, you didn’t think he’d want to understand you and genuinely listen. He nodded “So, i was like, a magnet and you were metal?” he said sounding surprisingly soft and warm.

You giggled slightly looking at him “Yeah, that’s it. That’s why i didn’t want you to hate me.” you smiled. He shook his head “I never hated you, i was just, scared, i guess.” you could hear the slight shake in his voice, because you paid so much attention to details.

You heard him say i guess and he was trying to make his fear seem like nothing, but it mattered to you. “I think, you had every right to be scared.” you said with a gentle tone, nodding your head slightly.

You kind of just, looked into each other’s eyes for a while, it was like there was some sort of connection between you, you felt seen. The real you, the one you didn’t even remember.

He leaned towards you, you stopped thinking, you stopped hearing the loud thoughts and worries in your mind, he carefully placed his huge hand on your face, you closed your eyes as he tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips against you.

That was both of y’all’s first kiss ever, which felt weird, you gently took his hand into yours as he kissed you. You quickly both heard Clint screaming as he was looking for you guys.

You both pulled away and bursted out laughing, you had no idea what all that was, but it was surely a new connection.

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thank you for reading me🩵

#gally x reader #tmr gally #gally #gally maze runner #gally x y/n #gally x you #gally imagine #gally tmr x reader #the maze runner #tmr x reader

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mariclerc · 7 months ago

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Can you do a fic where the reader works for Ferrari and has been friends with Charles for a long time, and recently Charles and the reader have a friends with benefits thing going on, but the reader is actually in love with him. Then when Lewis moves to Ferrari, he takes an interest in the reader, the reader decides to give him a shot and stops the situationship with Charles and he realises he doesn't want to let her go.

thank you for this request, this was a little bit hard to make because i was looking at how to develop the story but I really liked how it came out, I hope you like it!

Confusions at work | cl16 & lh44

Summary: when you have feelings for your situationship but a new person gets in the middle of it. Warnings: a little angst, confused reader, and fluff at the end.

The garage bustles with mechanics working on the gleaming red cars. You lean over the table to see the monitor with the different strategies for the first practice session of the day. Charles walks towards you, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Looking stunning with that frowned face y/n... As always.”

You roll your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. You have known Charles since his great season in Formula 2 back in 2017, by then you were already working as an internal race engineer in the Haas team, you were practically like Sheldon from the big bang theory - a brainiac. Upon meeting Charles there was an instant connection, it was as if you had always known each other, eventually, you were promoted from Haas to Ferrari in 2019, just the same year that Charles was promoted to the red team too, and ever since then the easy camaraderie between you has turned into something more... A secret, friends-with-benefits situation that both sets your heart ablaze and tears it in two.

“Yeah, yeah, save it for the cameras, Perceval. You know perfectly well I can take you down with a bad strategy any day.” you chuckled.

Charles feigns offense, but his laughter betrays him. You share a comfortable silence, a familiarity that speaks volumes. The moment is shattered by the arrival of Lewis Hamilton, the new star driver at Ferrari. Arriving at that first meeting at Maranello his gaze settles on you, a flicker of interest igniting in his eyes. Fred had offered you a change of position with Adami to be Lewis' race engineer, but the comfort and confidence you already had working with Charles made you decline the offer, likewise, working with a seven-time world champion is a privilege, since you can learn a lot from him, but you and Charles had practically grown up together at Ferrari and out of loyalty to him you stayed with him.

The following weeks are a whirlwind. Lewis tries to get close to you, and as a result, you end up having some dates and night-outs with him. He is charismatic, attentive, you dare to say that he's a bit similar to Charles in so many ways since both of them treat you with such care and kindness. You find yourself drawn to his confidence and outgoing demeanor, a stark contrast to Charles' usual genuine and soft care towards you. Guilt gnaws at you, but the thrill of something new is intoxicating... And with a little sadness in your heart, you decide to end things with Charles... At least for a little while you try to understand what your heart wants.

One night you went to Charles' apartment, and you entered with the extra key that he had given you a long time ago. Charles' apartment is quiet, a stark contrast to the usual post-race buzz. You stand awkwardly in the living room, avoiding his gaze.

You gulped. “Charles... I think we need to talk.”

He looks up, a frown creasing his forehead. The air crackles with unspoken emotions. “Y/n what's wrong sweetie? Did I do something wrong?”

You take a deep breath. “It's about this.” you sigh. “This thing between us... It can go anymore.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air, Charles' frown deepens, his eyes searching yours. “Is it Lewis? Is this about him?” he asked.

The truth hangs on your tongue, a bitter pill to swallow. “Maybe, maybe not... The point is, things need to change... We need to take a break... At least for a little while.”

Charles stands abruptly, his frustration palpable. “Just like that? We throw away everything because of... what? Because some shiny new toy showed up?” His words sting, but there's a flicker of something else in his eyes - a vulnerability you haven't seen before.

“It's not that simple, Charles. You know it's... Complicated.”

Tears well up in your eyes, this isn't how you imagined this conversation going. You practically run out of Charles' apartment, frustrated because you don't know if you did the right thing and at the same time you don't know if being with Lewis is the same as being with Charles... Because at the end of the day, he somehow manages to see through you and understand you on a level that Lewis cannot.

Days turn into weeks, you and Charles avoid each other. The only words that come out of your mouth are simply a "hello" and a "see you later", occasionally long sentences when you're giving him directions during the race or at the team debrief, the air is thick with unspoken tension. The joy has gone out of working at Ferrari... You see the way Lewis looks at you, but a hollow ache fills your chest. At night you constantly think about what you would be doing with Charles at that exact moment, perhaps cuddling up watching a movie, or a normal date at his house eating pizza, wearing matching socks and playing Mario kart... And even though Lewis takes you to glamorous galas, lavish dinners and so on, you don't complain about it, on the contrary, you're grateful for it, but, there's nothing like that instant connection with Charles.

One afternoon, Charles corners you near his car. His eyes are stormy, a mix of anger and something else you can't decipher.

You hear him sigh. “I miss you y/n... Like hell.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You miss him too, the easy banter, the way he understood you without words, the way his eyes spark every single time he was next to you.

“Charles... I...” you say shyly but he cuts you off, his voice rough.

“Don't... Don't tell me you miss Lewis...because if you do, I'll understand. But at least know this – this thing we have, it's real, at least for me. It's more than just crazy strategies and stolen kisses after victories. Maybe I haven't said it, haven't shown it the way you deserve, but I care about you, y/n... A lot.”

His confession hangs in the air, raw and vulnerable, you've never seen him that way. You can see the years of unspoken feelings bubbling to the surface. Tears prick your eyes, blurring the image of Charles in front of you.

A million things fight for dominance in your mind: the thrill of the new with Lewis, the comfortable companionship with Charles, the undeniable spark you share with him.

Taking a shaky breath, you meet his gaze.

”Charles, I... I don't know what I want... I mean, Lewis is exciting, a new challenge. But with you... it's different, it's easy, familiar, it's warm. But it's also... frustrating you know? You never give anything away, never let anyone in all the way.”

A flicker of pain crosses Charles' features. He reaches out, hesitantly placing a hand on your arm. “I'm scared y/n... Scared of losing you, scared of letting myself feel something this real. But if you're willing to take a chance, maybe, just maybe, we can figure this out together.” he says softly.

The silence stretches, thick with unspoken emotions. You look into Charles' eyes, searching for a glimpse of the future you both could have. The weight of the decision settles on your shoulders. You glance around the garage, the familiar red of the Ferraris a stark contrast to the turmoil within you. Lewis' confident smile flashes in your mind, but it's quickly replaced by the image of Charles' vulnerability, a side you've never seen before.

Taking a deep breath, you meet Charles' gaze, a flicker of determination replacing your earlier uncertainty.

“Okay Charles, let's figure this out... Together.” you say softly.

A slow smile spreads across Charles' face, relief washing over him. He pulls you into a tight embrace, the scent of his familiar cologne grounding you, it feels like coming home.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you for taking a chance on us.” he whispers in your ear.

You pull back slightly, a playful glint returning to your eyes. “Just don't expect me to lose in the strategy game anytime soon, Leclerc... This isn't over yet.”

Charles throws his head back and laughs, the tension finally breaking. He ruffles your hair affectionately.

“I wouldn't have it any other way amour... Wouldn't have it any other way.” he smiles. (love)

The garage and the pit wall is mostly deserted, the day's work winding down. You're packing up some of your things when Lewis approaches, a determined look in his eyes.

“Hey, y/n! Can I talk to you?” he asked with a friendly smile on his face.

You hesitate, then nod, gesturing towards a quiet corner. Lewis leans against a wall, his voice gets a little serious.

“I saw you and Charles... And I get it now, there's something there, a history I can't compete with.” There's a hint of disappointment in his voice, but mostly understanding.

“Lewis, I... I'm really sorry. Things just moved too fast too soon, and I realized what I was risking.” you say softly but Lewis offers a shy smile.

“No need to apologize, but follow your heart, y/n! That's all any of us can do... Besides, maybe next time on the track, I can finally knock your team off that top spot in the strategy battle.”

A genuine smile graces your lips. “Don't count on it, Hamilton. But hey, maybe we can grab a coffee sometime and hash out some friendly competition strategies. No promises on who'll win, though.”

Lewis chuckles, the tension dissipating. He extends his hand for a handshake. “Deal! And good luck with Charles. He's a lucky guy!”

You shake his hand, a newfound sense of clarity settling within you, he gives you a warm smile and a friendly hug. As Lewis walks away, you glance towards Charles, who's watching the exchange with a hint of possessiveness in his eyes. You catch his gaze and he winks at you, a silent promise hanging between you.

He walks towards you with a little smile on his face and takes you in his arms.

“So... How about we get out of here? I could use a real shower you know?” you say and Charles' smile widens, genuine relief washing over his features.

“Sounds like a plan. My place, or yours?” he asks softly.

The air hangs heavy with unspoken possibilities. You know this is a turning point in your relationship, a chance to rebuild something stronger.

“Your place only if you promise to make that killer pasta dish you always brag about.” you say teasingly.

Charles lets out a mock groan, but there's a twinkle in his eye. “Fine, fine. But you have to help me chop the vegetables! No bystanders in my kitchen, okay?” You laugh, the tension finally breaking. As you finally grab all of your things, Charles slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Come on, sweetcheeks. Let's get out of here before someone challenges me to another mario kart race.” he smiles softly. “You know I can't resist a good challenge, especially when you're involved.”

You nudge him playfully, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest.

”Oh, I'm sure you can handle it, Leclerc. But just you wait, next time I'm schooling you.”

Together you walk out of the garage, the setting sun casting an orange glow across the racetrack. The future is uncertain, but with a newfound commitment to each other, you're ready to face it head-on. You and Charles head towards his car, the promise of a home-cooked meal and a chance to reconnect hanging heavy in the air.

#formula one x reader #poly!f1 #poly!drivers x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles x you #lewis hamilton #lewis x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #cl16 x lh44 x reader #poly!drivers #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles x reader

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qsycomplainsalot · 2 months ago

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So as a good NB bisexual trad wife married to a Jewish trans person I was in church this morning trying my hardest not to fall asleep on the good lord's shittiest seating arrangement, as is custom. Cutting right to it, the sermon was weird. What I listened to was a French translation of a text by one Gary Heinz, whom I've been told is a Canadian pastor but the only one I could find online is from the Carolinas, with a degree from Charleston, so for the purpose of this post I'll just say he's American in the same vague way as his tomato-based namesake.

The sermon was talking about the tale of the good Samaritan, which most people know about, and was composed thuszthly. First it goes over the tale again, then it helps define the elements of it and how they're relevant to the point made by our boy Jesus. The priest sees a naked beat-up man on the side of the rode, presumably from a mount, and decides not to get involved even though if he had any way to know the man had been Jewish he would have been bound to help him. The second man is a Levite, traditionally someone who helps priests and knows the law just as well, but decides not to get involved either. The third guy of course is a Samaritan. The Samaritans are a distinct but very closely related ethnoreligious group to the Hebrews/Jews, who we are often told hate them. The Samaritan helps the person, provides first aid, props him up on his horse and walks him to an inn where he houses him by giving the innkeeper two pieces of silver and promising to pay any extra cost on his next trip back. This according to the preacher is a symbol of limitless charity, we'll get back to that. The context of the tale was a smartass asking Jesus what to do to be saved and when being told to do unto thy neighbor as you would doeth unto thineselfe (in Middle English, which was very confusing at the time), follows up by asking who his neighbor was, aka who he should apply the law to. The point being made is that although the law could be read and almost bent into only applying to people you care about, only people you're explicitly meant to treat well and even then only once you're absolutely sure they're marked as such, it's more important to follow the spirit of the law which is to be kind to everyone. Which is a good message.

So why am I kvetching ? That was only the first part of the sermon, and if you thought the second part would be about linking that message to current event you'd unfortunately be wrong. It's instead focused on finding, or making up really, symbolism in the story that foretells the passion of Jesus. You see the Samaritan was really a stand-in for anyone you might hate, including, and I quote, "a Nazi or a member of ISIS", because even they can be saved and be your neighbor for the purpose of doing unto them like unto thyself. And the two silver coins well you see they would pay for two nights and on the third one Jesus comes back from the dead. Now I'm not an expert on the cost of living in Ancient Judea. But Gary Heinz isn't either so I'm gonna say it, he pulled that number out of his ass. Also a little confused about the same storytelling element being earlier compared to limitless charity, only now to be quantified as worth two nights at a B&B. But that's just nitpicking, what I'm really tired of is every reading of the holy texts [cut to meme] by Christian preachers devolving into improv rapping about Jesus and how he died for us. The lessons in the Bible stop being broadly applicable to daily life and are instead contrived into fifty different ways to say "he is risen" like it's isn't the sole fucking reason we're in church to begin with. That's usually bad enough, but when a pastor says that the Samaritan in the tale of the good Samaritan was here for shock value and could be "a Nazi or a member of ISIS", this changes the meaning of the tale to "be kind to everyone regardless of who they are, including Nazis apparently", from the original condemnation of prejudices. The Samaritan didn't chose to be a Samaritan, he's not doing any harm being a Samaritan, and the tale shows that his religion being slightly removed from orthodox Judaism isn't as important as his doing good and helping his fellow man. I don't think someone who joined a political party predicated on the extermination of minorities would fit that message, and I think changing said message to a more broad declaration of love from Jesus is ignoring what people need to hear these days where prejudice against minorities makes up 90% of the news.

And you might say it's not really a preacher's job to raise awareness for current events, but I'll ask you this: is hearing about how Jesus totally died for you every week supposed to make me a better Christian ? Or is learning that he told us pretty much in clear text not to hate minorities based on prejudice gonna do that. Cause I think most Christians need to hear the later more.

#slightly rare religious rant #rant

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 7 months ago

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𝕬𝖍, 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪: what we do in the shadows

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: you’re a half-blood vampire and you take your first victim.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: canon typical themes, brief cathartic violence, (implied) attempted sa, minor character death, blo0d (obviously)

𝔞/𝔫: the ending may be a bit rushed I just really wanted to post this already

“I was bitten, I believe…” you began, pausing for a moment to do some math in your head, wiggling one of your feet as you sat on the couch. “Two months ago. And y’know, in terms of vampirism, being a half-blood has its perks.” you continued with a shrug.

The scene cuts to you sitting in your bedroom in the light of the sun, completely unharmed. And your bed wasn’t a coffin, but took a similar shape. You gave the coffin a try once when you were first turned, but you couldn’t really sleep. Another scene showed you snacking on a Kit-Kat while reading.

“I can still eat human food, though I am garlic intolerant now, which is kind of a bummer. But that’s not even my biggest problem.”

The camera shows footage of you unscrewing the cap on a liter bottle containing a thick, dark burgundy liquid before pouring it into a glass.

“My vampire half still needs blood, like once or twice a week. Found that out the hard way.”

During your first week of being a vampire, you got very lightheaded and fainted in the middle of the hall since you hadn’t drank any blood since turning. Since you could digest human food, you could go a bit longer than most vampires without blood, but you still needed it.

“Straight up, I’m not a fan. Drinking it is one thing, draining it from the body is another.” you admitted, shaking your head and shrugging. “I ju- I can’t. I’ve tried, and I can’t.”

Thankfully, Lazlo had recently taken a victim that day so they gathered enough spare blood out of the chap to give to you.

The cameras cut to an interview with Lazlo and Nadja, sitting side by side as per usual.

“We don’t really mind saving blood for them sometimes,” Nadja said. “Most of our victims, we don’t even finish all the way.”

The footage cuts to a short scene of Nadja holding up a still bleeding victim by the shirt whilst Guillermo holds the aforementioned liter bottle with a funnel in the top to collect blood, grimacing and trying to just focus on keeping the funnel in the bottle.

“Yes, but we do believe it’s about time they learn to attain blood for themself.” Lazlo said, and Nadja nodded in agreement. “The only thing I’ve seen them drain was a goose. And even after that, they insisted on burying it.”

“Even though it bit the shit out of them.” Nadja added. “In the wild, baby animals rely on their mothers for sustenance for the first few months of their lives before learning to hunt for themselves. (Name) is kind of like our weird little pup.”

You knew they were right. You had been a vampire for two months, and you still had yet to take a human victim. The problem was that you would always overthink it. For one thing, you didn’t want to kill an innocent person, but he cause of all the ‘what if’s, you couldn’t really detect anyone really deserving of such a gruesome and sudden death. Curse this big heart of yours. Plus it was New York, and Staten Island for that matter. Who knows where these people have been and what’s running through their veins?

But half-blood or not, learning to hunt is essential.

Anyway, you were walking through the streets one night with the others since they had recently found a good hunting ground and didn’t want to leave you alone in the house. Nandor suggested that maybe one of them would have the general disposition of a goose and you could drain them. You weren’t too sure about that, but thanked him anyway.

Now, one of the perks of your vampire half was an enhanced sense of hearing, and because of this, you overheard a conversation from inside one of the apartments,

“I’m should really go now… I can’t stand up.”

That made you stop. If your blood wasn’t already running cold, it just got colder. Guillermo seemed to notice you falling behind. “(Name), are you still coming?”

“Uh, yeah, um..” you hesitated, glancing between them and the apartment, bouncing on your feet slightly. “I’ll uh.. I’ll meet you guys there, okay? I’ll just be a minute.”

Before they could respond, you turned into a bat and flew up towards wherever the voice came from. A knot began to form in your tiny stomach as you dreaded what you might find, and when you came up to the window, your suspicions were confirmed as you peered into the dimly lit room. That was all you needed to bare your teeth and shift back into your human form, rearing your foot back to kick the window open.

It seemed the universe noticed you needed incentive and answered.

Nadja wiped some excess blood from her jaw and licked her lips, humming contently. It had been only been about twenty minutes since you went off on your own, and she hoped you were alright, wondering what you could have been doing. As if on cue, she heard a familiar squeaking and the sound of little wings flapping towards them.

“Nadja! Nadja Nadja Na-”

POOF

“Nadja!” you exclaimed joyfully after landing on your feet and regaining your composure. All three vampires and one human turned to face your direction, and were surprised to see you with a beaming smile on your blood stained face. “I did it!” you exclaimed with excitement, panting slightly.

Realization dawned on the pod of vampires, and Nadja’s smile grew to match your own.

“All by yourself?” “Yes!!”

Laughter filled the air as Nadja pulled you in for a short hug. You sighed in exhilaration, “Call em crazy but I kinda wanna do it again.”

“We have plenty of time before the sun rises again,” Lazlo said, smiling proudly at you with a hand around your shoulders as you walked with them. “Plenty of time to get your practice in.”

Yeah, you were gonna do just like fine.

#wwdits x reader #wwdits platonic #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #nadja of antipaxos #lazlo cravensworth #guillermo de la cruz #my writing #my stuff #nandor the relentless

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milkman-zahhak · 2 months ago

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Cal has some history in the community.. (writing + THE DRAWINGS YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR‼️)

trying to flesh out my OCs a bit. I kind of HC that Cal would be open about his kinks online and posts videos and images of his belly and such before he lived with Leo. Honestly he probably still does by the time he's living with him, just less often and more secretly. Either way, this opened the door for a really interesting story to develop, and I'm already worldbuilding..

anyways, here's one of Cal's many adventures of self-discovery from the past. WARNING: CONTAINS BELLY FETISH STUFF, READ TAGS FOR THE WHOLE RUNDOWN!

[This story is a prequel to the Movie Night story]

- Part 1 - (YOU ARE HERE) Part 2 (prequel to part 1) (think of it like a flashback scene, seen as Leo and Cal drift asleep in part 1) - Part 3 (sequel to part 1) . . . - Halloween Special PART 1

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Cal's belly is usually thin, just soft with a bit of squish. He was a bit chubby, but only really in the middle..

Regardless, right now his belly is swollen from a heavy dinner of mac 'n cheese that he accidentally indulged in. The feeling of being so comfortably full... his once loose t-shirt feeling somewhat snug, his legs barely visible when he looks down... he had to take advantage of that while it lasted, he wanted to save and record the memory, like he usually does when he stuffs himself.

But what would he even film? He can't just sit there like usual, that's getting boring. "Dammit..." Cal curses to himself. He should have started recording before he ate, then he could have uploaded the eating part too for content. If only he had actually planned on overeating beforehand instead of doing it on accident.

Cal looks down and rubs his full belly. Surely his shirt couldn't get any tighter... could it? And his snap-button shorts are a bit stretched at the waist—they'll likely bust open if he has enough to eat..

Cal grins as an idea forms in his head, a perfect setting for the video!

He positions the camera on a tripod on the floor a few feet away, rubs his bloated stomach, pushes play on the camera, and glances up at the blinking red light to record his greeting. Cal grins smugly at the lens, even though his face and mouth aren't visible.

He's still rubbing the sides of his stomach in soothing circles as he starts to speak for the video "Hey, viewers," he begins. He glances down at his full belly as he talks to whoever might be watching this. "I'm pretty full from a late dinner, I ate a whole pot of mac n cheese, it was super thick. I drank a lot of fruit juice too- I'm outta soda right now. Uh, but basically, urgh.. even though I'm clearly stuffed, I still wanna try to pack more in this gut." he gives his belly a firm pat and chuckles. "Let's see how long I can last, hm?"

Cal crawls backwards, away from the camera, and takes a seat on the floor, sitting against a wall in his kitchen. The camera catches every little struggle as he does so. He pulls the hem of his shirt down as far as it can go, only for it to inch back up when he moved again. Cal playfully groaned "ughh.. my shirt's already riding up a bit.. haha." showing the camera his stuffed belly and how it's pushing against the fabric.

"This t-shirt is so tight around the middle right now," he murmurs, smirking. "I'm going to see how much tighter I can make it just for you folks watching." Cal chuckles, and excitedly snags an unopened box of cookies from the pile of snacks he prepared within arm's reach beside him, and brings them into the camera's view. He bites into a cookie, gives the camera a thumbs up, and continues munching away.

Soon, Cal begins to feel his stomach stretching, the air inside being forced out frantically in order to make room for the copious amounts of food he keeps eating. Small burps slip out of his mouth as he chews, and his stomach could be heard audibly churning. Halfway through the box of cookies, Cal has to pause to rub and soothe his bloated belly. He gives a weak laugh to the camera, his cheeks puffing out a bit trying to let out belches through mouthfulls of cookie as he continues to chew and swallow. "*uuurp* mmph.. *buuurp* phew, god... this is really starting to h-*hic* hurt... it feels so tight..." he pants, and tries to give his belly another pat. But he falters, cringing from the strain it brings. "I'm already so *grrmmble* *uuorp* full... mmm, but I still want to eat more..."

He's playing it up verbally for the camera, of course, but he really does feel full.

Cal knows pushing his limits means getting out of his comfort zone, though, and you never know your limits until you reach them– that's what he thinks anyways. Cal picks up his pace again– he can't sit there on the ground and chat with the camera for too long. He has to get in more food. Soon, the cookies are finished, and he reaches for his next snack, a small tub of ice cream. "I'm lactose intolerant, but I really love ice cream. It's getting close to expiring though and since I don't eat it often, there's so much left..." Cal rambles as he opens the lid "... I'd hate for it to go to waste, sooo.." he dips a spoon in and nearly moans as he lifts a spoonful of ice cream to his mouth, his stomach gurgling nastily in response.

Cal's shirt, previously tugged down, continues to inch up his belly. He's too tired and full to bother fixing it each time it slips up, and it's not like the camera or whoever's gonna be watching him minds anyway. His stomach is visibly stretching and hardening, the sides pushed out by the amount of food he's quickly stuffing into it. He can no longer keep his hand away from his belly for too long, he just can't let it rest with how much pressure inside him, all the food and gas. Cal uses one hand to eat with and the other to rub slow, gentle circles over his soft t-shirt to soothe the tumultuous tummy underneath while keeping the shirt down over his belly button.

The ice cream is going down easily enough, but it's piling up and causing trouble in his stomach. Every spoonful is followed with a soft, almost inaudible belch, trying to let out the expanding air being forced in with each gulp. Cal finishes about half the tub until he has to pause again. He's looking down at his tummy in his lap, admiring it through his curious eyes just off screen, as he massages his full, bloated belly. "*grrrble* oh god, *urp* o-oh man, my stomach is really stuffed right now... *hiccup* mmgh... it's so full.."

Cal forces himself to shift a little bit to the side, giving the camera a better view of him as his stomach churns and burbles painfully. He leans back against the wall and sighs, rubbing in soothing circles as he attempts to speak through rumbly belches forcing their way up his esophagus. "This is *mmgh* r-really... starting to h-*huurp*.. unf.. all this.. making my tummy so upset.." he pauses as he feels a large pocket of air disperse within him *grrrmmble.. uuurrrp* "guuhhh...."

He cringed at the taste of the burp. It tasted like how a dumpster smelled. He warns his potential future viewers "I'm so fucking bloated right now, oh my god... *buuuorp*.. such a weird combination of foods.. oof, I can already feel it... 'm gonna have some really nasty burps and farts.. sorry- warning, I guess, this is prob'ly gonna get super gross.."

Cal forces down the rest of the ice cream, practically just chugging what melty soup was left. dropping the empty tub on the floor and groaning. "I.. I feel so.. clogged. *hic-uuurp*"

He rests both his hands on the top curve of his round belly, clenching up, ready to let out some major gas as he feels a familiar sensation brewing below, but only a silent-but-deadly, miniscule little puff comes out. "I need to let out some gas but.. I ate so much mac n cheese for dinner, I think my intestines are... ugh.."

Cal clenched his fists and his jaw as he felt his lower belly cramp up. He's sure that the link between his intestines and stomach is functioning like a dirty shower drain. His previous meal clogging everything up, and everything he's eating right now is being left to drain into the rest of his digestive system painfully slowly.

Cal's breath becomes somewhat uneven and ragged. His stomach keeps emitting long, drawn out gurgles every 8 seconds or so- almost rhythmically, and he's starting to have second thoughts about eating any more. It's just too much.

His head is starting to spin, and he feels sluggish and tired just from how stuffed he is. Cal looks into the camera once more, and even though the video only ever captures him from about the shoulders-down, for a second you could see in the footage, his face is pale and sickly. He's visibly exhausted from gorging himself like this. His hand moves to the middle of his stomach again, and he looks forlornly down at the loud, heavy, taut orb under his soft tshirt. He sighs deeply. "Mmph... oh man, I'm... I'm really not doing too good. *uuuurp*."

The air in his stomach is getting trapped and pushing against his intestines along with the food, causing sharp pains to pulse and radiate out to his entire digestive system. In fact, he has to stop rubbing his belly for a moment as a low grumble makes him wince and gasp softly. The gas shifting in his overstretched bowels is painful, yes, but it's slowly becoming more risky as his body rebels against what's being done to it. He swallows, his throat burning with acidic bile. "Fuck." The curse leaves his mouth as a breathless hiss.

Cal's hands push into the top of his stomach, massaging it up and down slowly, resulting in a short, wet burp that he has to cut off halfway through in fear it might bring more up. He's trying in vain to alleviate the tension and cramping, rubbing his belly like he normally does to soothe the pain and nausea, but for once he's doing it for himself, not for the camera. "Ughhh... I feel so sick... *grrruuURRP* why did I let myself eat so much..." he winces and burps weakly, shifting his body in a way that makes his belly look even rounder.

He moans softly, rubbing a palm all along the top of his stuffed guts. The noise of his stomach is so loud it's easily picked up by the camera sitting a few feet away.

...the camera... shit.

Cal was prepared to gamble on some burps to try and get relief, but the video has been going on for a while now and he ought to at least turn the camera off.

"Fu- *uurp*, ohhhh, god. mmgh...*ghuuuurp...*" Cal's stomach gurgles and squelches intensely as he strains forward to try and reach the camera. A long, drawn out gurgle travels along the lining of his digestive system, ending with an audible *pfft-ffft* from below. Cal's eyes go wide as he immediately recognizes the sound and the feeling, worried that he let his guard down too easily.

He stops trying to lean forward and falls back, breathing a little heavier and more nervously due to the pain and fear. "Oh god... *urp* oh no..."

Cal rubs his bloated tummy with both hands, spreading his legs to make room for it as he sits back, helpless. He winces as a small *grrr-bleeeurrgh* noise resonates from deep within his stomach. It wasn't a fart (yet), but he still panicked for a moment thinking it was. He already just had a close call, he wasn't ready for another already!

Cal's mind was racing. He doesn't want to just leave the camera on.

Sure, he had a warning at the beginning of the video that this would be gross and such, but this feels like... too much? What if he threw up, or shat himself on camera? In private and experiencing it is one thing, but he doesn't know if he could even bear to watch back the footage of himself doing any of that to edit it out afterwards, making the whole recording useless if he did just abandon it.

But in this position, there's no way he could reach the camera without putting pressure on his bowels and risking more than just gas.

"... oh, oooooh... *urp* ow, I can't get up, I can't- *uurlp* ugh...." Cal tries to explain himself for the video. He leans to the side instinctively as he feels another fart brewing. Clutching his belly and curling forward ever so slightly, a low, rumbly "*gurrrgglgeurlglele... phbrrrrrfffbbtt*" echoed throughout the room.

His cheeks flare hot and red with embarrassment, his tummy still gurgling and rumbling. "Aahhhh... phew *hurrp* o-owww.... I don't... oh, god, this is so stupid... I'm gonna *grumble* ... gonna end up making a fool of myself, huh?"

He's trying to talk himself down from the panic, but the thought of potentially ending up in a humiliating situation still has him on edge. "*Urrp*... *guuuurble*... m-my tummy is really upset..." Cal grimaces as his stomach cramps again.

"Agh.. I can't even sit up to reach the camer-auuoorp fuck!" He swears. Talking to the camera didn't help him physically, but mentally it felt like he had someone else here to support him. He could easily "empty himself", so to speak, if he wanted to, which he doesn't, and he's really good at managing to keep everything down as long as he stays calm and doesn't freak out.

He doesn't have anyone to pig out with in real life, so talking to a camera might actually be what's holding him together right now.

Cal sighs. Worst case scenario, he can just delete the recording afterwards or grit his teeth and try and edit out the bad parts, after all, it's HIS recording and HE decides what to do with it.

Cal takes a breath to calm himself down before continuing. His belly is churning loudly underneath his soft hands which are resting on top of the overstuffed orb. He tries to think positive- his viewers will probably get a kick out of seeing him like this, despite the embarrassment. And his inner masochist sort of gets a kick out of the attention too.

There's gotta be someone out there whose into this aspect of stuffing, even if it isn't really him. [[Yes, someone....]]

"Man, ugh... I'm so full.. *uuurp* I... gotta go to the bathroom... I dunno wh- *hic* which end, but..." he moans as a loud rumble interrupts him for a moment. "... but I feel kinda sick now so even if nothing happens.. *urp* it's... *guh*-good to be prepared, y'know?.." he rambles on, trying to distract himself from his own tummyache while hopefully adding a bit of entertainment to the video.

Cal's stomach still keeps churning loudly as he talks, and he grimaces every now and then as things start to move along. He's very uncomfortable, but the camera makes it sort of bearable in the sense that it feels like there's someone there with him to listen to his complaints.

"Ohhhhh my god.. *brrrble* I can feel it sitting there, all that food..." He reminisces on his day and what he's eaten to get him to this point.

"I ate a big breakfast and lunch and ordered food, 'cause *hic* 'm still a NEET right now... *uuurp*, already pretty full... " he pats his belly gently, realizing how far his shirt has ridden up.

His belly is exposed like a gluttonous cartoon, he pulls down his shirt as far as it will go, not bothering to even try buttoning his pants back up (the snap button has long since come undone). He looks pregnant, his ball-belly in his lap, warping the soft fabric of his shirt and stretching it forward and out.

He continues speaking while rubbing his hands across the fabric, feeling the texture of it under his fingertips instead of his clammy, sensitive tummy and skin, making for a much smoother belly rub.

"...for d-dinner, as you know, I ate so much.. *grrrroowl* oof... I couldn't even believe I fit it all in me so easily, even though I felt so full... ooooh" He chuckled, missing that version of being "full".

"..maybe I should've.. *hrgh-ueeuurp*- 'scuse me, should've just stopped there.."

Cal's cheeks flush pink. "I'm... I'm kind of impulsive when it comes to *uuurp* food." Cal winces as he feels a long, low grumble emanate from within, sounding deep enough to have come straight from his actual intestines. He tries in vain to stifle a fart, but a small, short *phrrrrbt* slips out instead, causing him to groan and stop rubbing for a second. "Sorry!! Sorry, I'm really.. I'm .. *blrrrbllrgrrr* T-The cookies and ice cream.. and the mac n' cheese.. 'ts all acting up in there..."

He winces again, the discomfort growing as more pressure builds down below. The food is definitely digesting slower than usual, causing him to feel increasingly bloated and stuffed.

"I- I should've just... *guuuaaah*... should've just been satisfied with having a full belly, and instead.. I just had to keep stuffing myself til I- *grrgle... huu-UOORP* ... aughhhhhh, I'm so DUMB for this stuff.. now just look at me.." he trails off as his stomach bubbles more frequently.

He's farting every so often now, each one forcing itself out against his will, and every burp feels like a gamble. "mmmhmmnn... gotta get up.. gotta *bhuuurp* m-move to the bathroom.. lay.. down.." he says hurriedly through belches as he finally is able to lean forward far enough to grab the camera.

But he doesn't shut it off, not yet.

Cal grips the camera tightly in one hand and pushes himself up off the floor with the other as he tries to pull his legs back in underneath his swollen, heavy body, so he could stand up. His hard, aching belly hangs in his lap, cradled only by his shirt, and causes him to almost lose his balance– but he's able to catch himself before tipping forward.

As he slowly stands upright, he grunts and holds his breath. Soon, Cal is standing. He makes sure to hold the camera out so it captures his belly as he quickly shuffles towards the doorway, pausing to lean against it as the sudden shift from standing up made him feel nauseous and dizzy, the feeling hitting him like a semi-truck.

*uuurrppp* "f-*uurp*... god." Cal wipes his forehead shakily with his free hand before putting it back on his belly, waiting for the worst of the dizziness to subside. His gut is gurgling and churning angrily as it protests against the sudden movement. He takes a moment to just stand still and focus on breathing, trying to push down the urge to gag.

Cal takes deep breaths, calming himself down, making sure the burps that inevitably come up as he does so aren't too forceful or risky.

When he feels like he can move again with less risk of throwing up, he shuffles out and down the small hallway to the bathroom, pausing to lean against the bathroom doorframe as another sharp wave of dizziness washes over him. His stomach lurches in response, *urrp-!* and forces a thick belch out of his mouth. A weak groan escapes his lips as he shakily steps into the bathroom, holding the camera as he practically falls to his knees.

With the camera set down on the floor with him, Cal slowly moves over to the toilet and lays down beside it, his stomach churning the entire time. *urr-uurp.. hbrrrrp* *gurrrg*- "Ohhh…" he groans in between the involuntary belches.

His stomach groans along, possibly in solidarity, but likely in spite. Cal's hand moves down to his belly, gently rubbing the front in circles, his eyes closed as he attempts to focus on something other than the churning discomfort. Cal rolls over onto his side, groaning as he does so, and tries to curl up a little bit to relieve the discomfort. His stomach rumbles promisingly, but the change in position has suddenly blocked anything from coming out from either end somehow. It makes him feel a lot more stuffed and bloated, which then makes him realize exactly how rapidly his body is actually producing gas.

The pressure is so bad, he has to rock his body a little, curling up around his tummy, rubbing it with one hand while he rests his head on the other, feeling the cold hard floor against his sick belly "Ow.. ow, oh god... *hrgrb* *uurp*... I gotta get this gas out now, or I'm gonna lose it all..."

Cal presses down deep on his belly with his fingertips, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. His tummy gurgles ominously, and Cal winces at the feeling. He burps a few times into the other hand until, *braaap*, a short, deep fart slips out, to his surprise, sounding airy and more explosive than what he'd been producing so far. It was quickly succeeded by a few more toots, exiting in quick succession, as if those had broken the dam. He flushes red with embarrassment at the sudden release of gas from the other end.

"Oh god." Cal moans in embarrassment, “That.. felt a little bit better, uh…” but the gas keeps coming, escaping his backside even as he rubs and massages his tummy, trying to soothe the ache. *fffrrrrrrraaarrrrp*

Each one was loud, bubbly, and long, and they kept coming. They weren't quick little farts either, they were deep and drawn-out.

His stomach was purring intensely under his hand, like a motorcycle engine.

"Dammit, oh, I can't stop.. oooh I-I'm so sick *frrrrrrrt*... too much- *ggrrup*... " He whined.

Cal rolls over, and with a huff of effort, he manages to prop himself up on his hands and knees, his belly hanging low and heavy between his thighs as he kneels. He lowers his head into his arms, and lets out a low, pathetic moan into them. His belly, now almost touching the ground, is making so many noises, a constant roar of gurgles, squelches, and rumbles, along with the occasional painful burble. "Aughhhhhh... *urp*... god, this sucks.. I'm so bloated... aahh..."

Cal's head sinks into his arms as his stomach tosses and turns deep inside, and his backside suddenly sputters softly.

*ff-ff-ffrrrrrrrpfff*, a slow, long, barely audible fart, sounding as if air's just oozing out of him.

It lasts a few seconds at least, followed by another rumble from his lower tummy and more gas on its way. "Uhhgh... *p-frrfffffp-blorp*.. hnnn-... oh god... oh god what's happening..." he whines into his arms. "Why cant I stop- *urrrppppp*.." he burps again, but the burp is the least of his concerns as air is rushing to the opposite end of his body. *ffrrpppp* Cal's stomach bubbles and gurgles again, and another round of gas slips out like he's a leaky balloon.

Cal's body trembles as he keeps himself in this position, kneeling with his legs spread and stomach hanging low, while he just lets more gas pour unhindered from his behind. *fpfpffpffpffrttt* he can feel the fart as it works its way out of his body, slowly and wetly through the cramped, tight tunnels of his innards. He lets out a moan of discomfort, and his stomach rumbles again. "stop... stop...." he whimpers, but the only responses he gets is the soft, constant *f-ffrrfffrfrrpt*

With the farts still pouring out of him, Cal begins to notice that many of them are no longer dry and quick air releases. Instead, what comes out of him is quick and wet. *pbffftt* and a lot of them are followed by tiny, faint squelching sounds when they finally fade out, which fills him with dread.

He grips his stomach with one hand in an attempt to press down his gurgling bowels. "Uh oh... oh god, I- I think I just...."

*blopfff-fprrreeesshhht*... sure enough, Cal's body is rushing to get rid of the slop within. *fobppt*... *f-pfpt... pfftt* His stomach gurgles even louder now, and he hiccups into his arms as his body trembles and struggles to hold everything back, meanwhile small toots snuck out as he quickly forced himself up and out of the downward-dog position.

.. the camera is shaky as Cal finally is back into a seated position on the floor, miraculously avoiding a potential accident. "okay.. okay *uurp* this is definitely where I'm gonna need to cut it.. oooh. ... ... unless.."

Cal gets up and sets the camera down on the counter next to the toilet, facing away from him. He quickly takes off his shorts and sits down on the seat, but covers his lap up with his shorts laid over top of it so nothing.. personal.. shows on camera.

Cal shakily reaches out and turns the camera, exposing his lap and stomach to the lens, now that he was in the safety of the bathroom and even safer on the toilet. His tummy looks like a bloated bowling ball sitting in his lap, his shorts tucked underneath part of his tummy, which is rounded and gurgling with gas while he holds it and rocks his body. "Mmmnnn... *grrrr....uuuuuurp* I-.. I feel so... uughh...." Cal strains and grasps a handful of the shirt covering his tummy "*p-frrrrrrrt*.. oooooh... oooooohh... I can already tell *ggrrruuurp* 'm gonna be here all night.. ow.. *phhhtttrrft-fffft... bprraaapt.. br*rpt.."

"Oooh my god... just... look at my belly..." He holds his stomach tenderly and runs his hands across it in slow circles, his stomach churning loudly and shifting with every bubble of air that moves around in there. "I feel so *bluuurrrp*... *fffppprrt*... s-so full." He groans and leans back a bit, rubbing his distended middle.

"This is the biggest I think I've ever been, and... it's so uncomfortable.. *urp* I can't stop burping and farting, it's so gross-"

As if emphasizing his point, Cal's sentence was cut off by a nasty wet burp that ended abruptly as his throat reflexively closed up to keep everything down.

"Oh that tasted terrible.. uugghhh my stomach hurts.. b-boiling..." *blggrrrrgggle* Cal's tummy let out an ominous rumble. "oh shit.."

He reached to his side and tried to lift the small bathroom trash can beside the toilet into his lap before realizing his tummy was in the way. He groaned, lowering it momentarily and pushing out a few more farts that echoed off the toilet bowl, before holding the trash bin up to his face with one hand while the other pulled up his shirt and frantically rubbed the taut skin on his tummy "I.. I can't- video's over, sorry.. *brrpppp* g-gonna be sick.. *hic*-oh.."

The video ends there, the whole ordeal having lasted over half an hour.

After a long, rough night of cramps, nausea, gas, and stressful expulsions of his stomach contents from both ends, Cal was feeling better... or at least better enough to go to sleep... on the bathroom floor.

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A few days have passed since then. Cal is sat down at a desk in his room and opened up his recording software, staring at the files from the recording earlier. "That was... a rough one. Maybe I shouldn't have filmed. It's really embarrassing... but I mean... the viewers like it when you're more real like that..."

A flush spreads quickly across his face. "yeah.. yeah! I mean who else has ever uploaded such a raw vulnerable moment–and so much happened, it would be such a waste to just.. NOT share..."

Cal had known for a long time that he was into belly stuff, lurking online in various forums and websites. He usually uploaded photos or very short videos, but this one was a longer, MUCH more intense video than he was used to. He never really did have any real intent of not posting it eventually, he just needed some time to recover, he thought.

*click*

The video was uploaded, and soon enough views poured in, slowly but surely.

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Leo was the same age as Cal, maybe a year or two difference, he assumed. They were both in their 20s, he knew that much. He'd been following CalAx_111's channels for… years, by now. He'd watched how he'd slowly moved from oddly tummy-focused thirst traps and into more and more fetish-related content, and Leo was into it as much as all the other fans. He's grown a sizable collection of videos and was a frequent viewer/consumer of this type of content and very active in the community, albeit anonymously.

Seeing a new video pop up, and with such a long time-stamp? Leo's interest was piqued, to say the least.

He quickly clicked on the new upload.

...

Not even 7 minutes in, Leo was already sweatily pausing the video and yanking off his headphones as he came down from a familiar high, and as an even more familiar guilt set in.

He sighs as he lays back and buries his face in his hands, avoiding looking at the screen and the contents on it now, shaking his head. "I.. I'm such a freak.."

"Why do I like this... why cant I just get off like a normal person for once... fuck!" Leo moves his hands away from his face and rests them at his sides, spreading his arms thoughtlessly across his empty bed. Reminded once again of his loneliness.

His body is buzzing, still tingling from what he'd just seen and done.

"...I have to get a goddamn grip on myself. This is why I'll die alone— I'm not even able to get excited by normal things!.. I.."

He sighs and sits back up.

The glow of his computer screen at the end of his bed drawing him back, the video still paused, so much of it still left unwatched...

Leo hastily downloaded the video onto his computer, saving it inside of a (hopefully) well-hidden folder on his desktop. He gives up his routine self-scolding, for tonight at least. He knows damn well this is going to become a very familiar and frequently-used video for him.

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Ooooh, plot twist, huh? Cal and Leo actually kind of met online long before they met in real life, but only Leo figures this out (not anytime soon, but for sure a short while after this fic,, I'm thinking Leo had a hint of deja vu the whole time they live together "his burps sounded weirdly familiar... his belly looked familiar too, with the freckle by the.. wait.. haven't I heard the name "Cal" somewhere before.. oh my god, its him, isn't it?!")

Feedback is appreciated! I spent like 4 hours working on the html for the colored text... guh. I already have a third fic in the works, and it's more lore-heavy than kinky (obviously I'm gonna keep writing kink though, lol. Don't worry), so let me know if you're actually interested in these characters and would care to read more about them!

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Summers In Pandora 🌸 Day 7 - Make Up Sex

Paring: Jake x Fem!Omatikayan!Reader

Summary: You and your secret lover got into an argument about his wife.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, infidelity, toxic relationship, secret relationship, handjob, p in v, kissing, some manipulation, explicit language,

Word Count: 1.5k

Disclaimer: all my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable do not read or interact wiith my account or any of my posts!

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“I just don’t understand why you can’t just leave her now Jake!” you shout at him. You were both in the middle of a heated argument about your relationship, you are younger than him and when you started sleeping together Jake was already mated. You knew what you were getting yourself into but you really wanted to bite off a piece of him. Jake already had children at the time but it didn’t stop you.

He fell into your arms and pussy so easily when he wasn’t getting anything from his wife. You always loved that he wanted you more than her, it gave you some kind of sick praise. “She’s my wife! We have been over this y/n! I’m not leaving her no matter what!” but you seem to forget sometimes, he is with you to fuck, not to love. So your feelings are one sided. He can break it off with you whenever he wants to, but Jake thinks he settled for the first blue goddess that jumped in front of him, he wanted to know if they all taste the same, which is why he was with you in the first place and he made that clear.

“But Jake we could be happy! I could give you everything! I already give you everything she doesn’t!” you retaliate. You don’t understand why he doesn’t love you the way he should, why he doesn’t care for you the way you care for him, why he doesn’t even stay the night. “Y/n, I’m only gonna explain this to you one more time, and if you don’t cut this shit out, you’re gonna fucking regret it. I love my wife; I am not leaving my wife. You cannot give me anything that I wouldn’t get from her. I am with you simply because I wanted to fuck something else, there is no other reason I am with you besides that cunt between your legs do you understand?”

You knew this wasn’t a relationship that would last, every few weeks you and Jake get into this argument, every few weeks you scream at each other and say things you don’t mean. Then you make back up but you aren’t sure that’s the case this time, Jake has never said anything like that to you before. He basically admitted he is only using you for your body, he doesn’t want you for anything else.

Your eyes tear up and you look down at the floor glimpsing the cute, slightly revealing outfit you wore for him today. He sees you as a slut for him to fuck, he doesn’t see you as anything else. You are just confided to this little space you both share then that’s it.

Jake regrets his words as soon as they come out. He sees the way your eyes get glassy and he feels awful. He didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He only wanted to make his point clear, he was just frustrated at the hectic day he had and he just wanted to fuck out his frustration and you looked so prefect. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings by acting like a dick, he just wanted to do what he always comes here to do without you making and issue.

“Listen baby I’m-”

“Save it- go apologize and fuck you wife” your tears fall down your cheek as you silently cry and you storm out of the small hut. “Wait baby come back!” you heard his voice call after you but you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn around. You just ran home and cried softly into your pillows.

The next few days you see him around the clan as you slowly complete your duties, you usually did them quickly so you could run away and have some private time for them but you stopped. He really hurt you last time and why should you keep putting yourself in a position to get hurt over and over again? You were sour though, you missed him. The way he touched you, held you in his arms, the way he loved on you with his mouth, with his cock. You missed him so much.

What you didn’t know is jake went to your little hut every day, stayed late everyday just hoping you would come by but you never did. He couldn’t go to your private quarters without being seen and that defeated the purpose of a private arrangement.

One night you were walking in the forest alone and just happen to walk pass your small shared hut. You were previously in your thoughts that you accidently brought yourself back here. You noticed the light was on and you knew he was in there, ‘what if he brought someone else because you weren’t enough?’

You couldn’t stop the thoughts from forming and you barged into the hut. You weren’t expecting to see him alone sitting drinking something hot out of a ceramic cup. “Ma baby, you came back, I was waiting for you.” You look at him as he stands up, “All week?” you ask. “No, I came back every day waiting for you. I wanted to apologize for what I said before, I didn’t mean it” your eyes dart around the room you can feel yourself about to cry for the hundredth time this week.

“Jake, even if you said it in rage, you know you meant it, you love her and you won’t leave her, I think we should just break this off, the point of this was not to frustrate you more anyways.” you face away from him and lean forward against the small wooden table. “No baby, I was angry, I didn’t mean it, I want to make it up to you, so you that I do want you, for more than just your body I love you.”

Jake comes and wrap around his arms around your body and pulled you into him. You didn’t have the energy to fight him so you stood there in his embrace, “I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you” hearing him say he loved you and he wanted to make it up to you. You always were a sucker for his words, and everything else on him. Jake brought his lips to the spot right under your ear and peppered sweet kisses on your kiss.

The kisses progressively got more heated and he started sucking on your skin. Jake felt you relaxing into his embrace and he knew he had you back where he wanted you. He turned you around to face him and planted a kiss on your lips. You immediately kissed him back and you both stumbled to the bed he built for the hut. Jake sat down and let you fall into his lap.

He wasted no time removing for clothes and his own tossing them to the side, “Missed you so much” he whispered as raised your body and lowered you on his dick. Jake felt your cunt drip on the head of his harden cunt and lowered you down slowly on him, he mumbled against your skin how tight you were, how much he missed slipping his cock into you.

When you bottomed out, he’s hands gripped your waist and moved you up and down on him, his cock graved your g-spot so perfectly you couldn’t help but mewl his name. He watched proudly as you fell apart on him while apologizing for being mean and making you so upset, it was the most perfect make up sex you ever had. When you were about to cum, he felt you clamp down on his cock and he smirked, “Gonna cum on this cock baby, go ahead cum on me. Let me feel you gush babygirl”

Jakes knew how to get you hot and bothered and he always knew when you were close to your release. You cum on his cock without warning and he fucked you on his cock as your body slumped. His thrust slowly stopped and he let you sit on his lap dripping cum between his thick thighs before you get off him without warning.

You slump down to the floor and took his cock in your hands and stroked it, you knew he was close when he started moaning above you, when he told you how pretty you look on your knees and how he could never get tired of watching you get him off. You stuck you tongue out and he shot his cum all over your face and chest. Barely any landed on your tongue but more on your cheeks and tits, not that you minded.

Jake cleaned you both up and laid with you on the bed for a while, you knew he’d have to go home eventually but it was just something you will have to deal with. He was probably the love of your life though; you would continue this toxic relationship just to make him happy.

🌸I hope you all enjoyed reading! I know I took a minute to continue this prompt list but I promise I’m going to continue writing it until it’s finished!

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