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abbyssgf · 2 days ago

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𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

• concept: you've come back after a long day to your home, your wife welcomes you with a smile on your face but when she notices that you look exhausted she decided to take care of you

• words: 1,4k

• warnings: none

• author note: uh it's been a stressed and a long week for me and I need to someone hug me so here's the fanfic I've write

you've come back to your house after a long day at work. you were tired, your muscles were sore, you've got a headache from exhaustion and the one thing you were actually thinking about was going to your house and just laying down on your bed and falling asleep after a long day.

you sighed and laid your coat on hook and laid your purse on the floor, you were so tired that you didn't notice when your wife found herself next to you and was smiling at you waiting for you to take off your things. you turned your head to her and when she saw your exhausted face her smile immediately dropped and her gaze softened "oh, baby" she murmured and hearing her voice after all day your eyes filled with tears from being so fucking tried.

"Come here," sevika murmured to you and wrapped her muscular arms around you, you immediately snuggled into her chest and wrapped your arms around her cuddling to her. tears started to fall down on your cheeks from exhaustion that was in your body. "hey, hey" sevika cooed to you and planted a soft kiss on the side of your face "let it down, babe, i've got you" sevika murmured softly to you and you just let yourself to drop your though side after all day at work. you could feel how sevika's rough hand started to rub circles on your back in a soothing gesture.

sevika knew you didn't need to hear the words 'everything is okay' or 'you're okay' but all you needed was a hug and to take care of you.

after a few moments sevika loosened her embrace of you and she pulled away enough to look at your face. her thumb wiped away some tears from your check and her voice was a soft, worried murmur "i'll take care of you, okay?" you just nod as a response to her words being too tired right now to speak to your wife.

"come on" sevika murmured to you and she wrapped her arm around your waist to hold you up next to her. she guided you to the bathroom, when the both of you entered the bathroom she closed the door behind you.

you sighted quietly looking at your wife, sevika came to the shower and she turned on the water. next thing she did was approach you, she missed you on your forehead and she started to undress you. first your up clothes and then your lower clothes, your underwear and your bra. When you were naked in front of her she undressed herself too, placing her clothes next to yours. you felt slightly guilty that sevika will wash you, sure it wouldn't be the first time when the two of you were taking a shower but… it felt different.

"baby" you started and sevika frowned immediately, before you could add something else she started talking "yes, love? something happened?" she asked you, conceded about you and your well being. "no, everything's fine just…" you hesitate for a moment "you don't have to wash me, i should… it's a normal thing-" you continued but sevika shushed you "baby" sevika said to you and placed a kiss on your forehead to calm down you a bit "it's okay, I don't have a problem to wash you. you're exhausted after today and I want to take care of you, as your wife and as someone who loves you. so please let me okay? and don't worry about anything, i've got your back"

you relax after sevika's words and you give her a little nod that you understand her. sevika smiled at your gesture and the both of you entered the shower. the water was hot enough to help your muscles relax thanks to it, you weren't that tense up as you were several moments ago.

sevika stood behind you and she wrapped her muscular arms around your waist, one of her hands slipped off to your hips. sevika placed a few kisses on the back of your arms and neck, showing you without a words that she appreciated and admired you. you placed your hands on her arms, sighing quietly feeling that the tiredness slowly disappeared from your body.

you sighed softly "everyone and everything just pissed me off today" you murmured under your breath wanting to tell sevika what happens through your day and what made you so tired after all the day, sevika nodded as a quiet 'i'm listening to you' she reached for the body shampoo and put it on her hands and then started to slowly wash your body.

"sometimes I just feel like I do the most work and it just…piss me off and i'm tired of it" you said to her an sevika placed a light kiss on the back of your neck listening to you while her hands was washing your body with delicacy as if she would be afraid that one wrong move and you would fall apart.

"I know, baby, you have to remember to not to take too much on your shoulders. You deserve a break too, like others people from your work" sevika replied to you and you sighed at her words. "I know" you whispered softly to your wife, happily that she was here, listening to you and taking care of you.

"you're exhausted and overwhelmed with everything, you have to take a break" sevika added as she started to wash the shampoo off your body.

"it's just…I feel that no matter how bad i'm trying it's not enough, that i'm not enough-" you murmured and your voice cracked during your speaking and sevika immediately caught that. "hey" sevika's voice approached your ears "stop. stop it." she said and placed her hands on your hips, for a moment stopping washing you. she turned to you so she could have eye contact with you.

Her gaze was full of love and concerned for your mental health and how you were thinking of yourself right now in that moment "no one will say bad things about my wife including herself" sevika said and her voice was stern but also soft.

Sevika placed a gentle kiss on your lips and she wiped away your tears with her thumbs. "you're enough, babe, you're the strongest woman I've ever met, you do everything you can and I'm proud of you" sevika said and you were listening to every word that left her mouth. "and don't even say sorry" sevika added, knowing you had a habit of being sorry even when you didn't have to be.

you didn't know what you should say to your wife after her words so all you could do was just stare at her with your watery eyes, but sevika couldn't get mad at you. she understands. she knew that sometimes you didn't know what to say. "it's okay" sevika added and placed one more kiss on your forehead.

"Let's go back to bed, m'kay?" sevika said gently to you and you nodded. Sevika decided that right now you were more important than her and that she'll wash herself after she'll make sure you're feeling better and you'll be in a deep, comfy sleep in your bed.

"okay" you replied and the both of you left the shower. She takes the towel to wipe you off and herself. Next she gave you your pajamas so you could dress up and Sevika did the same to herself. The both of you wore your usual pajamas and left the bathroom. Sevika wrapped her arm around your waist as you went to your bedroom.

Sevika went to bed with you, covered you with a blanket and kissed you on the forehead goodnight.

"night, darlin', love you" Sevika murmured to you in a soft voice and you smiled gently "I love you too...and thank you, for everything" you responded to her and Sevika's smile got bigger a little. "you don't have to thank me, I would do anything for you" Sevika said and placed another one last kiss this time on your lips before you fell asleep.

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kedsandtubesocks · 2 days ago

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Prisonic Fairytale

Pyramid Head!Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: You’re looking for someone… what you find here in the fog instead has you staring into the abyss - and you discover it stares back (& wears the face of someone terrifyingly handsome)

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI. dark themes. Silent Hill AU blended with TLOU canon (major spoilers for TLOU2), monsterfucking, distorted reality, limbo world & dreamlike states, sex pollen, dubcon, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, feelings & themes of dread/terror/hopelessness, angst, monstrous!Joel, moments of violence, death mentions, blood imagery, protective!Joel, possessive!Joel, Joel lifts reader multiple times with scary monster strength, scary guard dog Joel vibes, ambiguous happy ending (?)

word count: 5.7k

a/n: please be aware of the warnings - this fic I know won’t be everyone’s cup of tea & I kindly ask if it isn’t please just scroll away… if you haven’t played Silent Hill or don’t even know what it is know this was written for anyone to jump in & read! Big thank you @pedgito for beta reading ily forever, and to you, if you’re reading this know i truly appreciate it & thank you too ♡ divider credit to the ever talented @saradika-graphics

This town, this possible pocket of a morbid nightmare, holds a plethora of ghastly creatures that stalk your very soul. Contorted bodies on the floor, lying fiends crawling as if straight from a hellish pit, all chase after you. Twitching infected, now distorted demons, also plague the streets.

But the monster enclosed in the large metal pyramid shaped device, who drags a sword the size of a small tree, terrifies you most of all.

You’ve seen the pyramid headed creature lurking through the thicket of the town, unwavering in his journey, almost even patrolling at times.

The body appears like that of a man. Broad shoulders sturdy, aged with thick veiny arms effortlessly pulling along the terrifying blade.

You think of the woman you met in the cemetery and what she said: “There’s something… wrong with that town.”

You fully understand now.

In a world surviving after its destruction, you never thought you’d see another form of hell. Yet an even more sinister darkness festers within every inch of this town waiting to strike. There is no peace.

Because when you open your eyes after dozing off on the crusty couch in the home you've been taking refuge in…

You discover the pyramid headed beast now looms above you.

His form towers imposing and striking, a monster conjured from a child’s nightmare now casting his shadow over you.

You didn’t even hear this hulking behemoth walk into the house.

The time spent here continues making your mind melt.

The only refuge you’ve found came in this abandoned home along the outskirts of town.

Which is now not so safe anymore.

Communication with Maria, your late mother’s oldest friend, has gone dead silent. You feel foolish not leaving with her, but now…

The searching, the endless days, the long walks, all have brought you here. Though you can’t even fully describe where here is.

You’ve seen doomed abandoned cities, but nothing like this. The buildings stand vacant, paint chipping away like decayed remnants of a world gone. Crusted crimson coats every inch of this place as if no one but angels tread here. Or possibly ghosts, or demons.

Thick fog blankets the town like the personified angel of death, blurring your sense of direction and casting you into an abyss of dread.

The town becomes an endless maze stretching on and on. You haven’t found another person for what feels like weeks. Only whispers and chills of dread like eyes watch from the shadows. The creatures and infected prey on you, maws open wide.

Now you stare up at their god, the most terrifying beast in this macabre world.

Stunned, petrified, barely even able to breathe, you stare at the pyramid monster so frightened you can't cry in terror, numb to the horrors.

But that’s when you see it. Black ink spilling against the creature’s side.

He’s injured.

Even injured you don’t doubt he can swing his sword and attack you within seconds.

Demonic screeches suddenly howl into the air breaking this tense moment. Your eyes, panicked, dart to the kitchen. The open back door gives you a clear shot to the backyard.

Monsters, macabre and bloody, claw towards your distorted sanctuary through the decayed wooden fence of the porch.

Adrenaline, instinctive primal fear, possesses you and you bolt off the couch.

You move, grabbing your weapon, a discarded pipe and start swinging. You ward off as many of the creatures as you can.

That’s when you realize the pyramid head beast hasn’t chased after you. So you continue swatting away the monsters long enough until you can barricade the opening shut with discarded lawn chairs.

Heading back inside, there, the pyramid monster waits.

In this barbaric wasteland, it unnerves you seeing this creature simply standing in the middle of the dimly lit living room. You’re grateful this home had matches and candles that brought some illumination.

It’s just you and the metal monster now.

Dark liquid, rusted ink like blood, spills down his arms and across his body.

The monstrosity does bleed.

It feels like a standoff, you staring at this tremendous wounded beast.

Through the rusted metal you hear it - heaved breathes, heavy wheezing.

This creature is wounded and hurting.

Too many thoughts buzz rapid and angry in your brain. You’re worried this monster man at any minute will chase and attack you. He already blocks your exit out the front door, possibly dooming you.

But some sort of scabbing human pity wells in you. If you were this injured and alone, you pray someone would spare you, help and save you with a grace filled hand of salvation.

So viewing this beast like a cornered animal, you slowly walk back into the kitchen. You grab a pack of kitchen towels, old and covered in cobwebs, but still the most you could manage as wrappings.

Back in the living room, you cautiously place the items on the couch near the pyramid head man.

He doesn’t move.

Keeping your focus on him and tiptoeing within the edges of terror, you head back to the kitchen. If he does decide to attack you can at least try running out the back door. It might be swifter than trying to dodge his great sword.

Patiently, you sit waiting, too stunned to sleep.

It’s simply you and the pyramid headed monster. He never once enters your space.

You don’t even know how much time has passed or if any time has passed at all.

Daybreak soon leaks into the kitchen. The sunlight hitting your face wakes you, electrifying your heart.

You fell asleep.

Rapidly you rush into the living room.

He’s gone. The creature is gone.

That’s when you notice the wide open porch door, the source of the light that woke you. Hesitantly you peer outside.

The bulking monster towers on the porch, faintly statuesque. His back is back to you. His rusting metal sword stands at the ready.

The pyramid headed creature turns to face you.

You feel cornered, a small prey within the eyes of a demonic god waiting to feel its wrath. The rusted pyramid head simply stands still.

The wound isn’t bleeding anymore, but his dark ink like blood stains his clothing.

The creature picks up the great dreaded sword. Instantly your body coils like a rabid ready to spring and run for the door…

Until the pyramid head moves and walks away.

The sight stuns you. You even wait expecting him to return.

He doesn’t.

The rush of emotions barrels into your body, causing you to hold onto the banister of the porch.

Three things bounce rabidly in your mind.

First, the pyramid head creature didn’t kill you, didn’t even once attack you even while you slept.

Second, it might possibly be the lack of human contact or the absence of cohesive reality in this town, but if you didn’t know better…it looked like the beast stood on the porch keeping watch.

And third -

The pyramid head man wore a broken watch.

Strangely enough, that thought sticks with you most of all.

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Fear shakes your hands while you shake open door after door trying to find sanctuary. Night approaches. You’ve learned night unleashes the worst of this town, a catalytic shift. Now an unforgiving storm with thick wailing winds threatens to blow you away. You knew you wandered too far again to head back to your makeshift home.

You have to find shelter.

The mist thickens, a sinister soup. The scratching of claws, the clicking of infected, seem to come from all around. You’re on the verge of tears trying another door.

Eventually you find sanctuary in the bar.

With the storm raging outside this will be your rest stop for the night. You begin scavenging around.

Various notes, journal scraps, even receipts, scatter across the town like fallen leaves among the debris. You’ve been gathering them curious to what they entail.

The crunched up book entries become vital fast when you discover many hold information about the creatures residing in this molding disaster.

Here you find one with a simple pyramid drawing on it etched out in dried blood.

Below the drawing is a note. The scribble handwriting paints the pyramid head monster as a hunter, unstoppable in his rampage and the hand of destruction itself.

“Born from the most human yet selfish desires that ravages a soul. It brings him to the edge of losing his humanity. Or maybe it is because he cares too much that this darkness consumed him…whatever it is, that is what created this creature. This once man, who stole the candidate is”

Blood stains the rest of the journal scrap, like the town refuses to let you know the name of this creature.

You pray you don’t run into the pyramid head again.

Tired and not wanting to sleep on the disgusting floor, you pull up a seat at the bar top folding your arms to rest upon them.

The wind howls. Muffled creaks of the creatures still wandering around are unsettling. But your eyes finally close all the same.

You swear you now hear the soft tunes of an old country song, and someone whispering your name.

Delicate fingers, warm and callous, brush against your forehead. Wearily you open your eyes.

The bar has been transformed. Instead of the boarded up abandoned shell of a building, it’s incredibly cozy. Lights are strung up. Gentle music floats all around.

“Y’wanna drink, sweetheart?”

The voice is smooth, accented and twanged beautifully. It feels like it’s been so long since you even spoke to another person much less heard one.

Scrambling up, you discover the voice comes from a man behind the bar.

There stands the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. And yet what sadness clouds around him. An aged rugged grace paints him like some country romance love interest. Brown eyes as dark as earthen caverns beg you to get lost in.

The bar is beautiful, and he’s beautiful.

“You’ve been fightin hard.” He says, pouring out a drink for you.

You’re stunned, can’t process what’s even happening.

“Where are we?” You ask stunned.

“A museum,” he dully replies, but you can tell he’s joking.

The sip of the drink tastes heavenly, warms you up and settles you down.

“Ya seem tired.” He adds, and you exhale feeling the weight of this world seep into your bones.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks gently.

So you spill your heart to him. How Maria, the closest person you’ve had left to family, vanished into the wind. How you don’t know what’s even going on anymore.

“And now I’m here.” You sigh.

“Maybe you’re here for a reason.” The bartender suggests. “This town…it knows more than we realize.”

You don’t know how to reply. So all you can do is take a quiet sip.

A quiet thump comes, and you glance up. The man behind the bar with darts in his hand now tries throwing them at the target across the wall.

The second dart he throws barely lands on the bullseye.

“Wow, you kinda suck.” You snort.

He scoffs looking at you. “Think you’d be any better?”

So that’s how you end up behind the bar now, trying to throw darts in competition with this beautiful older man. He smirks at how pissed you get seeing one of your darts just miss the target.

A vague familiarity swirls around this man, as if something at the back of your mind claws to get out.

You dream of him and this bar often, like your mind slips into this space to escape the horrors clamoring for your flesh.

Your favorite handsome bartender refuses to give you his name, no matter how many times you’ve tried weaseling it out of him.

“My name’s not important.” He tells you, and it only draws a cold ache in your chest.

Then, the nightmares of this town squash your peaceful dreams.

The decayed buildings wither away more and more into desolation the further you travel into the town.

Butterflied fungal growths sprout over certain buildings, crawling over the cracks and branching over the surface of anything they touch. You were worried they too carried the infection.

“Don’t touch fungus shit.” A note written on an old receipt had warned you about the vines and flora of this town.

But it’s getting hard heeding that warning. The monsters rage more bloodthirsty, ruthless and violent in their attacks.

The apartments you’re running through are hard to navigate. Walls crumble and the dark corridors make it difficult to see which way is which. You’re reminded of a twisted diabolical version of wonderland.

Turning a corner, one of the creatures emerges from the darkness screeching and swinging at you. Scrambling away you collide hard against the wall and a puff of dust clogs your senses.

You try not inhaling and swing your metal pipe until it makes contact, stopping the attack.

But what had you run into?

Your heart drops seeing one of the vines cracked open and the faint dust like spores dancing in the air.

Panic rages in your chest.

You flee, fast as you can, running through familiar spaces until you’re out of the apartment hallway. You need to get back to the safe house you’ve been hiding in.

But the wind outside whips feral, screaming with a blustering force that you can barely step outside.

Then your hands start shaking and suddenly heat floods over your body.

The spores, you realize, unleashed a sudden sickness because it feels like you got hit with a sudden fever. Dread spreads in you. You know these aren’t the typical symptoms of the cordyceps infection, but you can’t risk it.

So you wait inside the apartment complex’s entrance office.

No sensation of twitching.

Instead, your mouth dries out and a slickness pools between your legs.

Shit.

What kind of reaction did these vines cause?

Your body drifts between a sensation of being weighed down by an anchor to almost floating through the air until you stumble down onto the floor.

The clothes you wear now scratch your skin, and your mind slowly fogs up more. So you slip out of your pants.

You’re aware that you’re on the floor of the abandoned receptionist office and hope this will provide you enough cover as your fingers dip into your soaking core.

The orgasmic release clumsily comes, but it’s like unleashing a dam.

Your body twitches wishing for more. Unsatisfied, hungry, everything feels empty.

Please, your mind whispers out, please someone… help.

Slipping your fingers inside, the loud wet squelch of your arousal makes your cheeks burn. It’s almost sacrilegious hearing this debauched erotic sound among such a decayed morbid wasteland.

You’re lost in the sensation, trying to fight through this heat. Your eyes even haze over as the pleasure bubbles more.

Aloud clang collides against the door, snapping your attention forward. Towering above you again is the pyramid head man.

You don’t even scream. It gets logged in your throat instead transforming into a twisted moan.

In this small space, the metal covered demon looms larger than ever. The pyramid prisoned monster stays focused solely on you.

Slowly, he lumbers closer. You can’t even find the strength to move, scramble with some dignity and leave. If anything your legs move like jello shifting as you take in the sight of his strong thick arms, his broad shoulders.

You wonder what he looks like under the helm.

A low rumble vibrates through the room. Wearily your eyes drift down and spot the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

“Please.” The word croaks out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know if this will even help, or if this is even real.

Quickly he crouches down and large firm hands grasp your legs, dragging you across the floor. The movement makes your body twitch, and your eyes shut bracing for pain.

Instead you're gingerly placed on the edge of a table in the receptionist room.

Hesitantly your eyes open. All you see is rusted archaic metal. A sound rips into the air, the tearing of clothes, your underwear specifically. Your core feels colder, yet the cool breeze melts into unbearable flames as the air hits your bare skin.

Gentle fingers twitch moving across your thighs and you moan, almost want to sob. How long has it been since someone’s last touched you? And so reverently?

The low rumbling sound rattles all around you, mixing with your own moans. Everything heightens when his fingers slip inside you.

Thick, his fingers are so damn thick making your hips fidget to feel more of him.

This creature, this monster that’s ripped apart bodies and bathed itself in blood, now fully devotes itself to your pleasure. You feel drunk on that knowledge.

But your release runs away further from you now, hiding just out of reach making you whine frustrated and almost feral.

More, more, you need more.

“Inside.” You manage to croak to the beast. “Need more…inside.”

It’s as if this nightmare world has slipped under your skin, becoming a part of your bloodstream allowing you to transmute the terror into terrible pleasure.

The twitch of the monster’s large cock drags across your bare thighs. The sensation jolts you awake, aware and hyper focused. His grimey blood crusted hands rapidly grab onto your soft hips. You don’t even care if they were inside you, touching you.

Especially when your mind melts as the creature slips inside.

He’s thick, knocking your breathless. It’s delicious feeling so full that you swear you almost feel him in your ribs. It makes the skin melt off your bones.

The monster relentlessly pounds into you, shaking the table unabashedly loud mixing with your delirious moans.

Your legs twist around his strong waist, locking him into you tighter. The pyramid headed beast rumbles louder in this closer position. More distorted groans mix with yours as his hands run up your body, tracing every inch of you.

You should be frightened. This creature sent from hell has you at its mercy. But instead the sensations flooding your body make you’re hungrier for him.

“More, more.” You whine loud and unrelenting.

And he gives.

Your climax is beautifully fierce. Your screams blend into the white void swallowing you whole. Your legs thrash. Your eyes roll back as your fingers dig into the creature’s cold arms. This, you believe, might be the last taste of heaven you’ll ever find in this hell pit.

Exhaustion crashed in immediately. You feel like a ragdoll on the table while this monster continues thrusting into you sloppy and messy, broken growls distorting your mind.

Teetering between bliss and dreams, your hands move up, slowly trade up to the rusting metal.

Tenderly, you wonder what would be like if you could free this creature -

Your hands tracing across the rusting metal containing this pyramid headed monster does something to him. He roars, distorted and hellish, and suddenly spills into you.

You don’t even care he came inside. You thought you had been stated before, now it’s like floating into a new realm of pleasure. You moan now in tandem with him.

Full, you’ve never felt this full. A thick hand affectionate and soft rest against your lower belly. You think it almost aches of a revenant tenderness.

But you’re barely awake now, barely process what’s going on. All you sense are arms cradling you while you fade in and out.

Then you wake up wondering if it was all a dream.

Because instead of the corroded apartment complex you were in, you’re resting back in bed of the home you’ve been staying at.

Did that monster carry you back all the way here?

You don’t know. For a moment you don’t even know if that fuck in the apartments was real, until you stand up and the ache that rips across your body says otherwise.

So you stay resting in this hollow soul of a home. After gaining some rest you start snooping around.

There’s so many photos of a bright young girl with warm sparkling intelligent eyes. Her playing soccer, her roofing showing off her school achievements. She's with two other men.

One is a handsome younger man, a relative from how easy you can see the similarities in their warm smiles.

The other man in any photo… his face is missing.

Either scratched out or simply ripped from the photo.

You heartaches thinking of this family preserved here in the grief of it all, frozen after the world ended and now in this pocket of macabre.

You fall back asleep in the large main bedroom you first woke up in. The faintest hints of pine and sandalwood strangely still cling in the sheets.

It pulls you into the softest dream.

This time you dream of this home you're in now full alive, warm and inviting.

A man stands at the kitchen, his sturdy beautifully broad back to you, dressed in that familiar green plaid. He catches your presence, hears your footsteps and turns.

In the soft morning light, he’s painted ethereal. A rugged whisper of a man out of reach yet so close. Then as a gentle grin tugs his lips, you feel like you already do know him.

You and him settle into a soft morning, simply preparing breakfast. Then thick strong arms slide around you from behind, and the smell of pine and sandalwood washes over you.

Your bartender hums a deep sigh while burying his face against your shoulder.

“Wanna taste ya. Can I taste y’honey?” He mutters letting his words roll out a soft seductive purr.

Something firm already pokes against you and when he grinds into you, everything in you molds into him.

Kissing this man, finally tasting his lips clashing into you, is akin to unleashing a great beast, a creature laying dormant that now consumes unrelenting.

His teeth nip and dig at your skin, trying to devour you whole. But it’s with a fierce devotion that almost brings tears to your eyes when he kisses you again.

Then he says your name…

His voice is like a beautiful country twang wrapped in the delicacy of a moth’s wing. The tenderness of his fingers running across your face, holding you in his grasp - it’s drenched in the deepest affection you’ve ever experienced.

He tastes of something sweet, a promise of home.

And then he fucks you wild from behind pressed up against the counter.

His mouth is again all over your neck, biting licking any inch of you he can.

“God damn baby,” he moans with a slurp as he sucks on your skin. “Wanted this, wanted to taste ya for so long. Was losin’ my mind before.”

Before?

Even among the delicious haze that catches you off guard slightly.

But then all worry drifts away when his fingers slide down to your clit.

“You’re m’fucking baby, yeah? All fucking mine?” He growls and the rumble sounds familiar, like a creature you’ve heard prowling in the dark.

“Yes.” You sob, nodding best as you can.

The way he pounds into you, carves a new universe into you. You feel like you’re completely tied to him. Something inside you whispers maybe you always have been.

His hand curls around your throat, possessive but tender.

It’s wonderful for a dream.

But dreams here don’t last long. You realize that now.

After you finish, and after he spills into you, he pulls himself away from leaving you empty and stunned.

There’s a composed wilderness clouding his eyes. He moves to clean you up and it’s quiet, thick with choking tension.

“This town…” his voice cuts clipped as he shakes his head. He sounds worried, strained and panicked. After you and him compose yourselves, he quickly moves to a drawer to pull out a simple pistol.

Determined and unwavering, he loads it then places it in your hand.

You even tear up.

“Next time I see ya I don’t know what’ll happen. Don’t know if I’ll be able to get to ya in time.” He mutters.

Next time?

“Stay safe…” this man whispers, then leans forward to place a sweet kiss against your forehead.

A chittering growl, the static hiss of one of the monsters, echoes outside the window. Fear clutches at your heart overshadowing the warmth.

You scramble to glance outside trying to spot the demon in the mist.

Thankfully the creature doesn’t spot you, only shuffles further down the street, clicking and twisting its body.

Sighing you turn back to the man -

And no one is there.

Now the warm kitchen stands with the corroded wood, matted cobwebs and an empty space. The kitchen stares back desolate and mocking.

Yet a real gun still sits in your hand.

Was this even a dream? Were you awake this entire time?

A hand comes over your mouth to silence the sob and stop the bleeding panic of realizing this distorted reality is possibly infecting you whole.

—

The next dream you have, another man greets you. This man also seems familiar. You’ve seen in the photos, warm eyes and a handsome youthful charming smile.

Brother to your lover, you can’t explain how but those two you just know are brothers.

He’s working the bar now.

“Where’s…” you feel foolish not being able to say the name of the man you long for.

“Out.” The current bartender say with a familiar twang. “He’s… on patrol.”

Those words hang ominous.

“Y’know…a town like this used to be our paradise.” He explains.

You can see remnants of that wherever you go, whispers of peace corrupted and overrun by the darkness.

“But this town… it knows.” He adds.

You’re reminded of a journal scrap you came across in the main part of town.

“The town will read your heart, manifest the darkness into willpower… but it will come with a tax.”

You even read that outloud to this man. His face darkens.

“Yeah, shit that’s exactly it.” He coughs.

Then his eyes search yours.

“You’re… you know you can move on.” There’s an ache wavering in his voice that rips your heart open.

You shake your head.

You almost feel guilty. You came here looking for Maria and now chase after a ghost. But, it feels as if you’re looking for a multitude of them now. Like this one ghost will unlock them all.

“Tell me about him, about your brother.” You ask.

The handsome younger man barks a laugh.

“Stubborn as a god damn mule. Prideful at times. But… maybe the best damn man I’ve ever known.” The fondness gleams ever true in his words, brotherly love unending.

“Y’know, his birthday…it was on-”

“Outbreak day.” You finish before you even process the words.

You inhale sharp.

His birthday…

Yes. You remember. That’s right, he told you his birthday was the day the world ended.

“Love and grief are funny fuckin’ things. Might even be brothers at times.” The younger brother comments, and your throat feels dry.

You need to leave. Your skin crawls unbearable now.

Forcing yourself awake, you cough among the stale air of the hospital. The dust stings your lungs.

Tucking this dream into the corner of your heart, you wake up back to your journey.

So many bodies litter the hospital. So many bullets and abandoned guns are scatter among the floors. The place is crawling with more monsters running amuck here.

Rushing down a hallway, you stumble down the stairs. Exhaustion outweighs your adrenaline. Eventually you end up back down at the lower level parking garage of the hospital.

At least you can try to heading back home.

Then something scrapes against the concrete.

“You.” A distorted voice growls demonic. Behind you is another monster, this one sounds like a woman and you can see distinct features, echoes of this woman, among the monstrous.

“This is what he did to us.” The creature screeches at you with angered venom.

“It’s all his fault, he brought the end of the world with him, was born to bring destruction. He takes…All he does is take! We had salvation in our hands and he took it from us! He took Ellie!”

Ellie…

The name flashes to your mind bringing a warm familiar laugh of a young girl telling you a bad dad joke, the image of her so close yet still out of reach has you blinking back tears.

Then the monster’s screech rattles the walls, singing of ancient pain that makes your legs weak.

She fights with so much power. There’s only so much hiding and your pistol can do.

Trying to flee from her attacks, you stumble and fall onto the floor.

It’s over. This has to be the end.

“He can’t save you now.” The creature cackles gleeful.

A sob escapes you.

“Joel.”

You whisper the name, feeling it scramble and scratch at your throat. Why it suddenly came to you now, you don’t know. But it feels as if it’s been hiding this entire time, simply waiting for you to call upon it.

Suddenly distorted violent scratching comes, and your body freezes. Something loud collides hard and fast against the metal.

The swing of the terrible executioner’s sword comes first. Then, the rust of metal follows.

The pyramid head creature emerges from the darkness.

He is every bit the destroyer you once feared. Yet now he stands solely between you and the other monster, protecting you.

She screeches loud seeing her new opponent.

The two battle, ferocious beast unchained, and you stare petrified.

That’s when you catch the glimpse of the pyramid head’s arm again.

The watch. The broken watch.

The same watch you’re realizing your bartender wore, the one you know so fondly.

And now that you fully stare at the great sword, you’re reminded of a pocket knife a man you loved once used.

“Joel.” You say again.

The pyramid head turns to you, like a guard dog being called back and waiting for your command.

It’s him underneath it. It really is him…

Everything clicks into place.

The realization unfolds soft, steady and quiet.

This town, the grief but ultimately the love he held turned him into this.

The town knighted him as both executioner and protector.

Within the eternal welded metal, he’s punished to stay locked up from ever tasting true blissful peace. The grief of losing his daughter, of trying to save another, feeling like he’s never been able to protect or bring any goodness into this world only for him to lose it - all layered and sealed itself around him.

Now he’s here…

Here to protect you like he has been this entire time.

Joel with every might swings his sword, powerful and true. He lands hit after hit to the creature roaring unholy, powerful and fierce.

This baptism in his wrath, the comfort in knowing the bloodshed comes because he’s protecting you brings a laugh from your chest.

It’s a laugh freeing and loud. It bounces off the walls, mixes with the gurgles of blood and the ripping of flesh.

Your Joel won’t lose.

The demonic screeches of the woman come to a crescendo and then she falls deadly silent. Before you realize it, a soft hand is against your face. The shadow of the pyramid rusted metal falls over you like the shade of angel wings.

“Joel.” You whisper his name reverent.

Gingerly, like you’re something precious, you’re gathered into his arms. Soft pur rumbles are the last thing you hear before the darkness pulls you under.

You wake up in a med clinic. You can’t tell if this is a dream or not.

“Finally made it… took ya a while.” The voice, gentle and comforting, makes you bolt up from bed.

Maria sits beside you with soft eyes and a kind smile.

“You’re here.” You sob relieved.

“Knew you’d find us.” She nods.

A knock arrives cutting Maria off. Inside steps the familiar younger brother who beams comfortingly.

“Tommy.” You effortlessly greet him, like the name has been with you all along.

“Knew you’d figure it out.” He grins, familiar and sweet.

“Come on.” Maria says with a knowing look. “We should let her rest some more.”

“But wait…” you say and they both pause, turning to you. “What…”

What had happened? What’s really going on? You can even gather your thoughts, put them into words.

Then all that worry dies out when another drawl of a voice pierces the room.

“Alright, leave her alone.”

Joel.

Maria sighs, playfully exhausted. While Tommy turns to you with a wink. They both slide out of the door while Joel instead rushes in. Tommy makes playfully kissing noises. Joel shots him a look before he then quickly moves to the side of your bed.

Your hand finds his immediately.

“You’re here.” You croak and he nods.

“Ain’t leaving you, honey.” It sounds like a promise, ever true. You don’t ever want to leave him now, or here…

“Let’s go home.” You nod.

Without another word Joel gathers you into his arms, kisses the top of your head and steps out of the door.

The fog greets you soft and wispy. A chill runs up your spine from the cold air, but Joel curls you tighter in his arms. All of the monsters and creatures in the streets now scurry away in fear.

This man… the memories flutter in hazy now.

There was a time where you left looking for Maria and ran into a man with that special headstrong girl. A love grew for the two of them and you ending up in the safety of a town… a heaven on earth. You made a home with that man. Watched that girl grow up.

But then that man you loved died, and so did your world.

Then you woke up here at the edge of this town in the graveyard… Did the grief send you here?

You don’t even know anymore. Especially because all of that seems like another world now.

You’re here now. That’s what matters.

“Joel, you deserve love,” you whisper into his chest. “You did what your heart told you…that’s why I’m here. I’ll remind you everyday that you’re a good man. I’m your baby, remember?”

Your hand reaches up to softly stroke the metal pyramid encasing. He rumbles soft, familiar, the most comforting sound.

You think of how lucky you are to find love in the devil’s arms and discover peace within his hell.

In the arms of your man, your monster, you happily enter the fog embracing it all around.

#I know this one is a strange (& extra spooky dark) but I’m proud of how this turned out #and I seriously can’t thank you enough if you read this!!!#pyramid head!joel #Joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #Joel miller fanfic #dark content tw #Joel 🤎

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Sooner 18876 / Asteroid through the Houses ⏰

This asteroid is an indicator of an area of life and/or traits one accumulated sooner than others. The sign and house especially can show things that had to be dealt with usually at a young age. I consider it mostly positive but retrograde or certain sign placements/aspects can add more challenges. Conjunctions to personal planets can not only emphasize this energy but can have the native take on the traits of that planet at a younger age--for better or for worse.

Sooner 18876 in Aries/1st house/1º, 13º, 25º:

Developed a sense of independence at a young age. These natives were likely more confident in doing things alone compared to their peers. They definitely lost any desire to fit in before they even knew what it was, too. May've been a lot less clingy to their caregivers compared to other kids. They got used to their own company at a very young age and probably have stayed that way ever since. They knew who they were and were very confident in it, which helped them really grow into someone amazing.

Developed athleticism and competitiveness at a young age. These natives were definitely a lot more althetic than other kids when they were younger. This could've made them annoyingly competitive in school or just in general. They may have been forced into a sport but nonetheless came out of it with great talent. Found a lot of value in exercise as it may have helped them manage the stressors of growing up. Also could've chosen a sport at a young age and have stuck with it ever since. Possibly prodigies in said sport.

Developed anger at a young age. This could've obviously been painful, but it ended up helping them by giving them a headstart ;) at observing, understanding, and even managing their own anger. Could've definitely been an angrier child in general but it paid off as they got older. They knew exactly what made them mad and how they would react, and went on to attempt to manage or solve it. Surprisingly emotionally intelligent children and likely helped their peers with this as well.

Retrograde: Their strong sense of independence may have greatly separated them from their peers. Also may have been a little too competitve and therefore earned a lot of eyerolls. May have also taken a bit longer to accumulate athleticism. Also may have lost a few games lol. Or isolated by their team for being too good. Could've had trouble with managing their anger as well. Overall were forced to deal with this Martian energy at a very young age which was likely very painful and confusing.

Sooner 18876 in Taurus/2nd house/2º, 14º, 26º:

Developed a sense of luxury at a young age. May have been introduced to the finer things in life in their childhood and therefore gained an understanding of what makes them feel luxurious. Could've loved playing dress up, the type of kid who puts on their mother's heels and tries on her jewerly just to giggle in the mirror. Very quick to learn not only the monetary value of material possessions but also the emotional and personal value attached to them.

Developed headstrength at a young age. Accumulated a set of beliefs and stuck with them, therefore defending them fiercely whenever needed. They likely were quick to build a life that aligns with the things they believe in. Could've come off as stubborn or annoying to their peers as a result. Had a stronger understanding of what values are and their importance compared to other children their age as well.

Developed a sense of comfort and stability at a young age. May have built an understanding of the things that make them comfortable at a young age. They were probably a lot more comfortable in themselves compared to their peers simply because they were so sure of the things they could do to soothe themselves. They also incorporated their 5 senses into these strategies, which therefore helped them feel more grounded in their bodies. A fairly emotionally healthy placement.

Retrograde: Could've been a bit too materialistic, demanding frequent purchases, never completely satisfied. Their headstrength may have been high but perhaps towards the wrong things at times. Could've defended themselves so much that more was taken out of their life than brought in. Laziness may have been a problem but honestly I see it as moreso of a desire to maintain the sense of peace they crave deeply.

Sooner 18876 in Gemini/3rd house/3º, 15º, 27º:

Developed intelligence at a young age. Probably exceeded some of the expectations for children their age, whether that was in reading or math or any other subject. Not only that, but they also learned how to study at a young age. These natives definitely figured out the best ways for them to absorb information way before others, and as a result, found more success in their intelligence. This can also be an indicator of graduating early from (usually) high school.

Developed motor skills and communication skills at a really young age. This placement reminds me of babies who learn how to walk really quickly. Probably were speaking full, coherent sentences before they even knew they were alive. They likely picked up things like writing (the physical act of moving the hand in this case), typing, tying their shoes, and other motor skills fairly quickly. In general, these natives likely seemed a lot more developed in almost everything than kids their age. This is an excellent placement.

Developed social intelligence at a young age. These kids are incredible at socializing. They likely picked up conversational skills from the adults around them. They learned how to keep a conversation going way before everyone else. Probably skipped that awkward phase many experience as teenagers because of how natural conversations come to them. A lot of people are impressed by their abilities to be so engaging at such a young age.

Retrograde: May have been in a school that couldn't fully accommodate their intelligence needs. They could've spent a lot of time in classes that were too easy for them. May have also been under/overestimated in terms of their skills, which could've led them to some difficult situations. Could also manifest as impatience with others for lacking certain abilities, but this typically goes away with age. Could've been called annoying or looked down upon from their peers, simply because they attracted jealousy.

Sooner 18876 in Cancer/4th house/4º, 16º, 28º:

Developed emotional intelligence at a young age. Similar to Aries/1st house, these natives were likely very emotional children, and therefore were almost forced to observe their emotions. They likely had to develop coping mechanisms and just understand their emotions a lot sooner than their peers. May have found the exact things they need to deal with their emotions. This can be good obviously, but it can also be intense.

Developed intuition and empathy at a young age. This is common among all of the water placements. This reminds me of a kid who had gut feelings about things before they actually ended up happening and weren't believed... Then they'd happen and it would just be brushed off. This especially applies to interpersonal matters. Could've made adults and other children alike uncomfortable due to this. Very receptive. This is a good placement but this can be difficult, it can be a lot of weight on a child.

Developed a strong sense of nuturing at a young age. Similar to my previous point, but these kids had to learn how to nurture themselves and especially everyone else around them when they were very young. They observed and understood what makes people feel comforted. They probably have a toolbox of how to properly deal with every emotion for both themselves and others. They always knew exactly what to say to people during emotional moments and could've come off as very profound for their age as a result.

Retrograde: Their ability to fully feel their emotions may have angered a lot of people around them. They aren't too fearful in their expression and that could've been a lot for both themselves and others to deal with. I said this already but this is emphasized in Retrograde: Undermined intuitive abilities. Could've been mocked or suppressed for them. Also could've unintentionally taken on more emotional weight for others than they should've.

Sooner 18876 in Leo/5th house/5º, 17º, 29º:

Developed creative talents at a young age. Most children are very imaginative and therefore creative, but something about this placement in particular helps them stand out. These children were likely creatively talented beyond their years. Likely gained talents and made them serious way before their peers. They didn't see art as an activity but rather as a way to express themselves, which therefore helped them tap into it more. Incredible artistic abilities in whatever medium they choose, and likely have one they started at a young age and are still amazing at.

Developed self-confidence at a young age. These natives likely always felt comfortable expressing themselves fully, and if not, they definitely did when they were younger. This kind of relates to my last point but they always knew what their talents were and therefore knew their potential. They've seen themselves at their best and are confident in the fact that they can revive that part of them whenever needed. Instead of seeing this later in life though, they saw it as children, and therefore were able to become truly confident in themselves at a much younger age than their peers.

Developed "star quality" at a young age. I do think this specific placement can be one of many young fame indicators, especially if it is tightly conjunct a personal planet. That said, Demi Lovato and Nick Jonas, two celebrities who got famous at a young age, both have this placement (in Leo, I didn't check which house but the energy is still there). These natives combined their self-confidence with their creative talents and therefore were able to project themselves with such amazing creativity that it made them incredible for their age. It didn't take long for them to come off as professionals in whatever creative medium they chose, making them hard to ignore. Very talented.

Retrograde: Could've had a hard time practicing their creative talents whether that was due to being suppressed by external factors (money, social pressure, etc) or internal things. May have had talent but not been completely comfortable sharing it. They could've been incredibly underestimated and that was the main thing that gave them their confidence.. they knew their potential but others may not have, or may have tried to put them down. Many challenges with getting in the spotlight in general.

Sooner 18876 in Virgo/6th house/6º, 18º:

Developed practicality at a young age. This isn't exclusive to one area of life. These natives know the best ways to succeed at just about everything but especially day-to-day matters. They learned exactly how each step of a task can connect to one another, which ones can be cut out or modified to be more efficient, and whatever needs to be added. They had an impressive ability to get things done with precision and were likely much more detail-oriented than other children their age.

Developed discipline at a young age. These natives know exactly what needs to be done in order to succeed at anything and are willing to do it. They observed and understood the processes of everything. They knew that success wasn't just cut and dry, but rather, a combination of difficulty and flow. They could've come off as very mature as a result of this. As children, they were very committed to seeing the results they want and will do just about anything to get there--a tendency that helped them blossom in adulthood.

Developed a desire to help others at a young age. Because of how quickly these children understood what needed to be done to achieve anything, they were able to apply that knowledge to assist others. They likely enjoyed helping their peers out with things. If not, they definitely knew how, and were willing to assist when absolutely needed. They may have also seen or felt what it's like to lack (interpret this however you'd like), and they may have been more willing than others to help people tackle that feeling. Very kindhearted and intelligent children.

Retrograde: Practicality may have taken a lot of trial and error to obtain. May have also been mislead about it as well, being told that their way of doing things was incorrect. Their discipline could've been underestimated, and they could've been told that they didn't need to worry about certain things at that point. They also may have not had a lot of people to help, or were excluded from opportunities simply due to their age. Overall their skillset may have not been too useful as a child and didn't end up helping them too much until they got older.

Sooner 18876 in Libra/7th house/7°, 19°:

Developed social skills at a young age. These natives were practically born with the ability to make anyone feel comfortable around them. They could’ve been popular when they were younger as well. Definitely observed how other socialize and what works/what doesn’t.

Understood the importance of relationships at a young age. These natives likely found valuable relationships at a young age and therefore realized how important they are. They could’ve been surrounded by good examples of relationships, whether this was caregivers or friends. They know exactly what the signs of a bad or good relationship are. Also may maintain friendships from childhood.

Developed a sense of justice at a young age. They observed how people in their lives got justice and formed their perception around that. They were likely very considerate to others and learned the importance of hearing both sides of a story before forming an opinion. This could’ve impressed a lot of adults in their lives, very intelligent children. Also could’ve had an interest in law at young age.

Retrograde: May have felt overwhelmed at times with their social knowledge. Could come out as extreme people pleasing. Their understanding of relationships may remain exclusively from the examples in childhood. Their sense of justice may have been forcibly suppressed; may have been told to ‘stop making a big deal’ out of things.

Sooner 18876 in Scorpio/8th house/8°, 20°:

Developed an understanding of the deeper parts of life at a young age. These natives may have been exposed to death, transformations, and possibly the Occult (these are just some of the things) at a young age, and were required to ‘get used to’ them. Very strong in dealing with areas of life no child should have to deal with.

Developed an understanding of debt at a young age. These natives may have had caregivers in their lives who were in debt, and they just had to watch it play out. They had to observe and learn how debt is dealt with as literal children. Not always financial debt though, these natives quickly understood the rules of Karma and consequences at a young age. They may have seen people in their lives who didn’t get what they deserved (for better and for worse). Possibly vengeful as children, but moreso from a logical standpoint.

Developed an understanding of death and surrender at a young age. Similar to my last point. They likely had to watch things get ripped out of the hands of people around them, and how they get them back or rebuild from that point, without even knowing what it means. Painful, but useful later on. These children may have a lot taken from themselves and others around them, therefore almost having to make peace with the fact that this kind of thing exists. May have detached value from objects, people, places, etc for no reason, simply due to their perceived chance of having to surrender them later on. Hugs for you all 🫂

Retrograde: Learning about the darker parts of life through many experiences, may not have understood how to apply their prior knowledge to work through these moments until later on. May have felt hopelessness toward the Universe after seeing and/or going through so much suffering. May have had things stolen from them frequently, forced surrender. Huge fear of Karma because they understand it so well. Also, sharing when they didn’t want to.

Sooner 18876 in Sagittarius/9th house/9°, 21°:

Developed a need to broaden horizons at a young age. These natives likely felt very limited whenever they had to stay in one place, and craved to be exposed to other perspectives way before anyone else. They were curious like other children their age, but about bigger things like philosophies, morality, etc. The knowledge they deeply wanted to seek out was close to impossible to find in their hometown or by staying in one place in general--maybe it was about international affairs, or simply things that take a lot of time and dedication to discover/understand.

Developed wisdom at a young age. This can manifest in many ways. These natives had a good amount of understanding surrounding certain areas, and for this reason, were likely a lot more optimistic than other children their age. The fact that they didn't find much value in the mundane of daily lives forced them to find something to latch onto to keep their hope. They probably had some sort of experience mentoring their peers, whether it was in school or anything. Very optimistic, lots of faith in luck and the Universe in general. When most children their age may've either not cared or not had the faith, they kept theirs.

Developed a strong need for their knowledge to be taken seriously at a young age. This kind of combines what I've already said. They likely knew exactly what they wanted to do after high school or in adulthood. May have picked out their college major or whatever way to expand their knowledge later on before they even fully understood what it meant. They always had a desire to be seen as a mentor, to be seen as someone with a lot of wisdom, especially at a young age. They may have wanted to publish their beliefs somehow. They saw how their wisdom and optimism affected their peers, and therefore wanted to help others later on as well. They wanted to go far and then help others do the same. Not an easy placement but incredibly spiritually intelligent.

Retrograde: May have had little to no opportunities to travel, and may have had this desire forcefully suppressed because of their environment. Definitely have been told “Don’t worry about that yet, wait until you’re older”… Developed wisdom and optimism but at a cost. May have been wavering and/or developed solely as a result of bad experiences. They may not have much faith or it may take them longer to accumulate it. Similar to what I’ve already said but they may have been mocked for their ideas. People may have just not been able to hear them or purposely ignored them. Not to mention that school might’ve been a challenge for them as well.

Sooner 18876 in Capricorn/10th house/10°, 22°:

Developed a reputation at a young age. These natives may have been popular as children as well, and for that reason, had a lot of peers watching them and building beliefs from that point on. Usually when direct, this is a good reputation. They may have a good amount of childhood friends who still support them to this day. How they were seen as a child may follow them into adulthood, as well. This can be a fame indicator or even a nepo baby one as well. They also understood exactly what they need to maintain their reputation or to change it. Very intelligent in terms of the public eye, they handle being in high positions very well since they learned how as a child.

Developed a good relationship with authority at a young age. These children were likely hardworking and trustworthy. They were reliable and rarely disappointed others, especially authority figures. They understood rules and the benefits of following them. They frequently followed through with their promises, completed their duties, and were happy doing so. For this reason, they may have stuck out to authority figures, and therefore gained their trust very quick. They took things very seriously and were set on keeping that as their reputation.

Developed a vision for their adulthood at a young age. This is mostly in relation to their career, they may've made a career decision as a child and started working towards it. Took the question of, "What do you want to be when you grow up?", very seriously and had their answer set. Likely very skilled in whatever career they choose as well, considering how long they've worked towards it. As children, they may have taken a lot of initiative to becoming the perfect fit for their career, whether that was through learning or whatever. They were very stern on their visions, and rightfully so. This placement can also indicate getting high position in a career very quickly.

Retrograde: May have a reputation that isn’t fully clear. Target of rumors. May have had to face lots of rejection to learn how to avoid it, and may even go to extensive lengths. May have authority figures in their lives who they had to prove themselves to. Their reliability may have been a facade for their early life as well. The career they chose may not have accepted them at first, too. Maybe they learned the wrong things or took the wrong shots in general, their knowledge from when they were younger not helping much. May have had a little to work harder for just about everything but especially career matters.

Sooner 18876 in Aquarius/11th house/11°, 23°:

Developed innovation at a young age. These natives likely had big ideas for certain things as children, and were always thinking about how something could be better. This could apply to any area of their life. They were very much forward thinkers as children and had a vision for something. Because of their frequent desire to move onto something new, they may have had unique ideas that either intrigued or confused people around them. They may have come off as incredibly intelligent to their peers considering how out-of-the-box their ideas were. They observed what happened when things around them stayed the same and how that made or broke said things. They could've gotten ahead of themselves due to how many ideas they had, and how desparate they were to make them happen.

Understood the collective at a young age. These children may have felt called to help their community and other groups they cared about before they even understood why. Their vision may have had them fight for people to get what they need. Because they know exactly what needs to improve for both themselves and others (and society in general), they fought for it. Their commitment to their vision may have come off as a bit odd or even selfish but it was truly from a good place. They had an idea that they wanted to achieve and likely did whatever they could to align the people around them with it. This definitely caught the attention of the people around them, especially if they managed to achieve whatever they intended.

Developed hopes and dreams at a young age. Considering that these natives are such young visionaries, they knew exactly what they want and how and when. They may still be working towards something they’ve wanted to achieve as a child. Their aspirations are very much molded from the things they wanted early on, and usually don’t change. Because they’re incredibly aware of this, making their dreams come true is something that might come easier to them than most.

Retrograde: Their innovative nature may have not been taken seriously, or they may not have had the opportunity to go through with it until they were older. May have felt suppressed and not cared for as a result. Their peers may have suspected that their relationship was for an ulterior motive. Not to mention that their unique nature may have been what isolated them from their peers as well. Their desire to change may have annoyed people. Had ideas that could’ve been too difficult for most to understand. May have also been discouraged from going through with their hopes and dreams, or had to wait a bit. Like Capricorn/10th house, what they did in their youth may not have helped them later on.

Sooner 18876 in Pisces/12th house/12°, 24°:

Understood the value of introspection at a young age. These children likely engaged in introspection very frequently (which may lessen as they age), and therefore possibly spent a lot of time alone. They were very interested in discovering the parts of themselves and reading their personality before most people their age. Their introspective nature definitely helped them later on, as they were able to use what they learned to continue to understand themselves. As children, these natives may have come off as hermits. Definitely a lot of weight for a child but they don’t seem to mind much.

Developed subconscious patterns at a young age. Their subconscious mind can be heavily influenced by their childhood, moreso than others. This can be good if this is in direct. Almost every moment of growing up shaped them into who they are in their head, as well. Another interesting part of this is dreams. A lot of these natives are prone to recurring dreams/nightmares (usually retrograde): whether it’s the dream itself or the themes or the people, their minds picked them up at a young age and kept them ever since. They may have also analyzed their dreams at a young age.

In the 12th: This placement may have had trouble accessing the qualities of whichever sign it is in especially at a young age. If this is direct, it usually is solved around the teenage years, and the traits can be embodied more. If retrograde, these traits may have genuinely never been accessible, or even seemed like they made things worse. This is not an easy placement at all I fear..

Retrograde: They may have craved more alone time than they could get. May have dug a little too deep into themselves, which could’ve caused a lot of fear and shame at such a young age. As I mentioned, when this is retrograde, recurring nightmares that began in childhood are very common. Nightmare themes from childhood will likely never go away. The bad experiences may have made their subconcious mind a hellhole and they may not have realized. Bad experiences shaped their mind more than others (with or without this placement). Strong indicator of mental illness and/or addiction at a young age, as well.

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madamspellmans-met-tet · 4 hours ago

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🍷Illicit Affairs🍷

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

(2nd person = "you" here, 3rd person = "Maddie" on Ao3)

summary: You go to investigate about the message you received from Lilia.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Half an hour after re-reading Lilia's message, you walked up the steps of the porch to her front door and rang the bell, fiddling with the long golden necklace that reached all the way to your navel. When, after the second and third time, no one came, you turned to leave but couldn't bring yourself to. What if Lilia had passed out and fallen? The thought of her lying on the floor with blood pouring from a head wound made you get the spare key from behind the pillow on the love seat swing. You struggled to put the key into the lock with your shaking hands and forced it open, knowing you wouldn't have the patience to turn it gently.

Inside, it was quiet except for faint music coming from the record player in the living room, which did nothing to calm your unease. You ventured further, holding your breath and preparing yourself for the worst as you rounded the corner. You released your breath when you found Lilia sitting on the blue-striped couch with her head in her hands and a burning cigarette in her hand. Its proximity to her hair concerned you. She must be drunk off her head given that she hadn't noticed you coming in.

Two bottles of wine were on the coffee table, one empty, the second half-full. The ashtray was overflowing, and the packet of cigarettes next to it had only two left in it. It explained the biting smell of smoke that the poor little orchid-scented candle failed to combat. You approached her with careful steps to avoid startling her into causing a fire and quietly called her name as you put your hand on her shoulder. "Lilia?"

Your effort was in vain, and Lilia jumped, but, thanks to you grasping her hand and stabilising it, didn't lose the cigarette. She put her hand over her chest and took a few steadying breaths, looking at you with wide, glossy, round eyes and smudged mascara. She'd been crying.

"Dolcezza," she croaked once she'd regained her voice and stretched her hands out, cupping your face as you sat down next to her. Her lip trembled. "You came."

"I was worried," you said and gently removed her hands from your face, taking the cigarette from her and putting it out in the ashtray. Her tarot deck was spread out there too with three cards lined up in a cross. The Moon card crossed with the Hierophant card and the third one showing the Magician. Wax had dripped on it. Lilia had given you and Alice a lesson once during a girl's night, but you didn't remember their meaning.

"Did you drink all that?" You gestured with your head in the direction of the bottles and took her warm hands into yours, squeezing them like you had done that night in the car.

Lilia made a sheepish, affirmative noise and shrugged.

Shame rose into your cheeks as a small voice in the back of your head claimed you were the reason she was so upset. Maybe you had been wrong to not show your face for a week after the kiss, for both her and Alice's sake—but it had been Lilia who pushed you away.

The silence stretched as you absently rubbed the backs of her hands with your thumbs and over the many rings she loved to wear. It calmed her, and the warmth that spread in your body was, in all its familiarity, a problem. You withdrew and stood up. "I'll get you some water and make coffee. We need to sober up."

Lila nodded, in untypical quietness, and you headed for the kitchen. It was second nature to make coffee in this house, and you felt a pang in your heart at the mere thought that you might have to leave it forever if the ache for her wouldn't fade.

"Here, drink this," you said, handing her the glass from behind. "I'll be there in a sec."

As you returned to the kitchen to get the coffee, you reset the stylus on the vinyl to combat the silence. With two steaming cups, you joined Lilia, who had done as you'd told her and drank the water. She'd also lit another cigarette and stared blankly at the flickering, mute TV as she smoked. The light played on her features, accentuating every hard edge and soft crease with the shadows it cast.

"Grazie," she said as you handed her a cup, and you gave a tight-lipped smile before hiding in a sip.

"So," you started, avoiding her eyes, "why did you want me to come?"

"Oh um…" She licked her lips, not meeting your eyes either. "Alice she, uh, she misses you. And I'd hate to be the reason she lost her best friend. I mean, I could—I could leave… while you're here, so you don't have to… to see me."

You kept your eyes trained on the tarot cards. Her fingers moved in your periphery as she brought the cigarette to her lips.

"But I want to see you…" you said.

Your heart skipped a beat at the bat of Lilia's lashes when your eyes met. Smoke still emanated from her parted, wine-stained ruby lips and you wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss the colours off her.

"It's not right, dolcezza," she said with a gentle shake of her head.

"But you said love was—"

"This isn't about rules and morale." Her chest expanded and stretched her white blouse as she inhaled the smoke; one more button than usual had been opened.

"What then?"

Lilia let the smoke fizzle out, taking her time. "It's about my daughter." Her voice was resolute in this. She tilted her head, scratching her thumb nail along the cigarette. "Do you understand that?"

Your eyes closed. As you set the coffee cup down, you drew your bottom lip between your teeth and let it pop free again, snatched the cigarette from between Lilia's fingers, and put it between your own lips, desperately aware that hers had touched it a moment ago. Her lipstick lingered on the filter, as did her taste. The memory of your kiss flooded you—far more stimulating than the nicotine, far more addictive.

"See? I've corrupted you already."

You scoffed and said, "Yeah," as you let yourself fall into the sofa cushions to lounge on your side, your head propped up. Corrupted, head over heels. "Why did you want me to come?" you asked again, this time with conviction. Lilia turned her head to you. "And don't say to talk about Alice. 'I'm alone'?" you recited her message and took another drag.

Lilia breathed in deeply and stilled before placing her cup next to yours and dropping into the sofa, mirroring your position. Her grey-brown hair wrapped in messy strands around her fingers as she rested her head in her hand.

"I was drunk—am drunk—and needy."

"Needy, huh?"

She smiled with a sigh, and when your fingers brushed in the space between you, they entwined instinctively.

"Alice said you've been asking 'bout me."

"I was worried." Lilia repeated your own words back at you.

Your smile turned cocky when you insisted, "You missed me."

She rolled her eyes and brought your joined hands to her heart, tapping them against the bared, tan skin of her cleavage. You couldn't stand the melancholy in her eyes, almost regretful when she reached out through the smoke and brushed a wave from your face. "Yes. I missed you."

You held her hand there even when she tried to pull away and instead shifted closer until you could run your hand along her upper arm, careful not to burn her with the cigarette. "How much?" you asked, searching the deep brown of her eyes.

She stroked your knuckles with her thumb and shrugged. "A bit."

"A 'little' bit," you teased, leaning in until your words brushed her lips, "or a bit 'much'?"

"More than," Lilia gasped as your hand slid from her arm to the dip of her waist, "is good for us."

"I'm no good?" you purred, ghosting the tip of your nose against hers. "Tell me." Her eyes had already closed, and her breath was a flutter against your lips. "Tell me what bad, bad news I am."

The smell of red wine rose up your nose, of dozens of smoked cigarettes and a million unspoken words, and they dizzied you so much that you couldn't hold on when Lilia slipped away and stood up. The zipper of her skirt had opened at the side and part of it folded over, revealing a glimpse of flesh where the blouse parted. She flipped the vinyl on the record player, turned the volume up, and swiped her finger around the edges and buttons.

The Dirty Dancing soundtrack: She's Like The Wind. The last time you'd heard it in this house had been after Lilia's divorce from Lorna. Alice had been so nervous about leaving her alone that the three of you had spent many nights together, dancing and drinking and watching movies to distract her. All you could do this time was grant her the space she'd created, sip your coffee, and smoke her cigarette.

She spent a while swaying at the record shelf, flicking through the collection and trying too hard not to look your way. Her restraint had long thinned this evening, and distance was the only option she had left, which made you hopeful. Did everyone's happiness hold the same weight?

"Lilia?" you called softly over the sofa. "Are you okay?"

"Like hell I am," she muttered, but returned to you and perched on the backrest, facing away from you.

You threw your head back into the cushion to catch her gaze, blowing out a plume of smoke, but her eyes were fixed on the floorboards. Hungry Eyes started playing, and since you couldn't get her attention this way, you dumped the cigarette, jumped up, rounded the sofa, and began to dance on your way into the living room space, moving your mouth to the lyrics and pretending to hold a microphone. The remnants of alcohol in your system helped keep your shame threshold low enough to go through with it until a small laugh passed Lilia's lips. You winked at her.

She couldn't take her eyes off your body, twirled her rings and wrung her hands.

Hungry eyes.

One look at you and I can't disguise I've got… hungry eyes.

I feel the magic between you and I.

Nothing but hunger in her eyes. Nothing but heat in your core.

And then Lilia grabbed your cheeks between thumb and index finger and pulled you against her mouth, tearing her teeth into you and soothing it with her tongue; a hand in the small of your back, tugging you between her legs where the skirt had bunched around her hips. She devoured you with ruthless abandon, and you loved it.

You messed up her hair, pulled and shoved at it, clashed your teeth like swords before the first bloodshed, swallowed, and drank until it all tasted the same. Her mouth wasn't enough anymore.

Sighs of "touch me" fell from your lips as you kissed a path below Lilia's jaw. She drew a sharp breath through her nose and pressed ever closer until the heat of her body crashed into yours. Her hands were everywhere—your neck, your chest, your waist, your hips—and you were feverish with want, throbbing, fumbling her blouse open button by button with just enough restraint not to rip it. She pushed her chest into your hands, repressed moans vibrated in her throat, and her fingers dug into your rear.

"Dolcezza mia!" she groaned, a low, thick, breathless drawl, as you mouthed at her cleavage, and before you could spend more time peeling down her black, lacy bra, she pushed you to your knees with a firm hand on your shoulder.

You wasted no time to bunch her skirt up to her hips, revealing the equally lacy tops of her stockings and white piece of underwear covering her centre. Your heart hammered in your chest, your face, your ears, and for a moment, you didn't know what to do now that your wildest dreams were staring right back at you.

"Honey, please," Lilia breathed, weakly patting your cheek before grabbing the backrest of the sofa she was perched on. "I'm burning. Help mamma out."

"Lilia…" you hummed, running your hands up her thighs, and as you went higher and higher, the white cotton soaked through and her scent hit you. Your mind spun out of control and you ripped her panties down her legs, nearly throwing her off balance as you got rid of them.

Lilia yelped as she fought to catch herself, and you grabbed the backs of her thighs, pressing your lips into the softness of her lower stomach and grazing your teeth along the curve until you reached her mound. Soft, grey curls tickled your nose in the descent, and the lower you went, the wetter, creamier, their ends were. Her thighs trembled in your grip as your breath fanned over her, and you squeezed them harder, bruising, to keep her still. You spread her, threads of viscous arousal spanning the gap until you severed them with your tongue, curling against the underside of her clit.

Lilia hissed and tossed her head back like Saint Teresa in her ecstasy. You placed your second lick—stronger, flatter, broader—and moaned into her folds at the blossoming taste. She clawed the cushioning, bucked against your face, let out the most rapturous noises you could've imagined, and you drowned yourself in her honey-thick slickness, on your knees with your tongue pushing into her entrance.

She was so warm and wet. Quivering. Pulsing.

"Don't stop! Ti prego! Amore mia!" Lilia pleaded, spurring you on, and when you refocused on her clit, her moans burst into fragments splittering left and right. She had leaked on your chin already, and your only concern was not to waste it. You'd lick it off the floor if need be.

"Oh!" Lilia's hand flew to the back of your head, grabbing into your hair and pushing.

You latched onto her clit, sucked hard, and she came, and swore and gasped for air, and you didn't let off until she yanked you away from her sex and pulled you up into a heated kiss. "So good, baby," she uttered against your arousal-stained lips and rolled up your longsleeve shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over your head.

The record was long forgotten and you both lost several more pieces of clothing as Lilia backed you towards her bedroom. She shoved you onto her neatly made bed and crawled over you before you'd even landed—a cougar in truth—only to attack your mouth over and over again.

"I haven't done this in so long," she said through rapid breaths, playing her manicured nails down your naked front, and bumped her knee against your centre, making you gasp.

"Couldn't tell," you muttered without a care in the world of what she'd do to you as long as she did.

Lilia skimmed her thumb over your nipple and leaned down to kiss your breast. You shuddered beneath her and clutched at her open blouse, which, together with the bra, were the last pieces of clothing on her—offending at that.

"Please don't tease me."

"Mh, but you're so pretty when you beg…" She shut your protest up with a kiss, tender on your raw and bitten skin. "Makes me want to play with you."

With a noise of frustration, you took her hand and guided it where you wanted her to be. The long skirt was already out of the way, and only your underwear left. Two of her fingers pressed down between your folds as if on instinct, dipping right into the gathered wetness.

"On second thought," she drawled, kissing your cheek and husking in your ear, "I might have to take care of this mess right now."

You bit your lip and nodded, eyes closed, already too far gone for her playful banter. She moved her fingers back and forth over your underwear, making sure they were ruined, before hooking one into it and pulling it aside.

"Responsive," she said with a smirk against your cheek as her nose drew back to yours. "And so ready for me, hm, dolcezza?"

"Shut up," you teased and kissed her, and finally—oh god, finally—her fingers slipped inside you. Your mouth fell open with the breath you expelled, and Lilia was quick to breathe it back into you, curling her fingers against your pliant muscle. Sparks ran up your spine and elicited a string of breathy sighs as she added her thumb and circled your clit—your whole body tingled.

"I'm—oh—I'm gonna—"

"So soon?"

"Mh!" You squirmed and willed yourself to breathe, but there was nothing you could do against the rapidly mounting pleasure. Lilia didn't slow or alleviate the pressure, nothing to stop your orgasm; she just watched you fall apart under her touch, wearing a soft, sympathetic smile and stroking your cheek with her knuckles.

"Brava, bella." Lilia pulled her fingers from you, so quick that you gasped, and licked them clean without a care in the world, leaving the bed and returning with a towel, patting you and herself dry and throwing it on the floor. Your ears had barely stopped ringing when she stood at the foot of the bed in all her semi-naked glory, hands on her hips, and asked, "You hungry, sweetheart? I can warm something up."

"Um…?"

"Yeah, I'd better," she decided and walked out.

Her pottering about in the kitchen gave you time to catch your breath and process what had just happened, and a part of you couldn't believe it. You'd slept with your best friend's mom. This would be the butterfly's wingbeat that would wreak havoc on your life. You wiped your hands over your face. Where even were your glasses? When had you taken them off?

"I'm just in the mood for some re-heated frittata," Lilia chimed as she came back and climbed into the bed next to you with a plate balanced on her hand and a fork in the other. "Open up," she said and slipped a bite into your mouth before you could object, quirking her eyebrows at you as you chewed.

"Lovely," you gave your clumsy verdict and swallowed. Lilia nodded in satisfaction and ate a bit herself, setting the plate down between you two and lying on her side, poking the fork around in the frittata and occasionally feeding you.

"Well, thank goodness Alice didn't want any," she said, but the joke didn't land with you. It only brought your previous musings back to the forefront of your mind.

Noticing your discomfort, Lilia abandoned the rest of the food and put the plate on the nightstand by the dim lamp and scooted closer until her chest was flush to yours and her arm loose around your waist, thumb brushing your back.

"What's wrong, honey?"

You drank her in—her lipstick reduced to a hint of a single smudge at the corner of her mouth, sweat that had caked the base into her skin, tangled hair… but so blissful—and relaxed into the comfort of her.

"What about Alice?" you asked.

Lilia nodded silently, pondering your question for a moment. "It's not ideal," she agreed. "And I don't know how to even try and explain this."

You weren't sure if this was a one-off to her, something that couldn't and wouldn't happen again. A pleasant mistake, a welcome regret. Sating a need, scratching an itch.

"Maybe… we don't have to?" you suggested, hoping she'd give you an answer to all those questions, but all she did was kiss your forehead and say, "Maybe."

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storiesfromafan · 2 days ago

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Foolish (18+) - Benny x Plus!Size Reader

A/N: first off, this didn't turn out as I hoped. But I'm alright with it. Secondly I mildly mention things ma,ing this a plus size reader, so yeah.

Dont ask where this came from, just my warped mind doing its thing, apparently...

Warning/s: cheating - reader is married, 18+, p in v, possible grammer/spelling mistakes.

It was foolish to come to the bar tonight, or any time really, just to stare at Benny longingly. How stupid you must look. A married woman, to a good man with a good office job, with a house and anything you wanted. Turning into a silly school girl mooning over the bad boy. No doubt being laughed at by the Vandals and the women around them. And yet, even with such a good husband and home, you weren’t happy.

You crossed the room quickly, bag clutched in your hands tightly, sundress fluttering at your pace. You were doing your best to hold yourself together, feeling like every sudden laugh was directed at you. Every look was condescending. Breaking through the door, the fresh air hitting your lungs, but with the current rain it had this clean scent to it. Quickly you opened your bag and looked for your keys, while taking advantage of the small cover over the doors and light from the neon lights. Once finding them, you closed your bag and darted out into the rainy night to your car.

Not even ten steps into the rainy street, did the door you’d exited from open. You could hear whoever it was curse under their breath before hearing their heavy steps following you. Of course this made you panic, moving faster down the street to the small parking lot you’d left your car in. You’d just made it to the lot when a large, rough hand grabbed your upper arm, causing you to jump.

“It’s alright, it’s only me" came Benny’s familiar voice.

You turned around, halting at the surprise and fear coursing through you. There you both stood. Hardly any light and rain coming down. But having Benny’s attention, and grip, had you standing there like a deer in headlights. Why was he here? With you and not in the bar...

“What’s the hurry?” He asked concerned. “Ya never leave so fast".

That brought you back to reality. Remembering the bar, the rowdy people, and watching Benny. Enjoying him play pool, studying his gorgeous face as he concentrated on his shot while leaning over the table. His arms holding the cue and himself in that position, which lead you to fantasising of having Benny over you. His hands grabbing or skimming over your body. How good it would feel to have those hands grabbing your thick thighs, or meaty hips. Feeling his rings against your skin from how firm a hold he would have on you.

But then the pretty little blonde swayed her hips over to him after his shot, new beer in hand which she offered to Benny. He had taken the beer with a small smile and a nod of his head. From there blondie hung around him, inserting herself into the conversation of Benny and Cal, along with touching his arms and chest. It was the moment she grasped his vest and pulled him towards her face, that you had gotten up and made your escape. Reality of how you didn’t stand a chance, or really how you shouldn’t, being married and all.

But you had longed to break free. Free from the mundane life, and free from a marriage of convince, and not entirely for love. You had settled when it came to your husband. He’s the best you can do, your mother had said, solidifying how the woman thought and felt about you. You, her curvy and thick daughter, who always did everything to win her over, but silently suffering for what you wanted. How you spent your teens dieting and exercising to be thin like all the other girls, the girls your mother wanted you to be. Breaking yourself to be who she wanted you to be, but never meeting her standards.

Then one unusual day, you met Kathy at the laundromat and a friendship formed. A real woman with sass and a functioning brain, as opposed to the married women you have had to be friends with for the sake of your husband and social status. It was at Kathy’s when you first saw Benny, he had showed up after being gone on a ride for some weeks. Their close friendship had you thinking they were a couple, but Kathy cleared that up quick smart.

From there you got to know Benny, who ended up at Kathy’s more. Then you began to go to Grand and Division, slowly getting to know the other women Kathy is close too, and their partners. But it was because of Benny you went. You enjoyed watching and talking with him. And maybe being delusional, fantasising of a world were you weren’t married and free to be with Benny.

And – again being delusional – a part of you thought Benny might want you too. From the way he would look at you from the pool table, and smile at you. Or how he would sit with you and the girls. But it was how he would grab the bottom of your chair, pull it close to him and he would talk to you, his whole focus on you. Foolish to believe, but you longed for a man like Benny Cross.

“Well?” Benny's question brought you back to the situation at hand.

“Ah...” you began, brain working frantically to come up with an answer. “I-I had to go...”

Benny loosened his hold, surprised by your answer. “Ya had to go?”

You nodded your head, feeling completely dumb right now. “Y-yeah...”

“...it wasn’t the blonde?” Benny asked softly, very unlike the uncaring and aloof man.

Stiffly you shook your head, no, though that was a lie. It had been the blonde, along with the reminder of being taken, the cool metal of your wedding ring seeming to stand out in this moment.

He sighed, removing the hand on your arm and running it through his damp locks. “Ya sure?”

You took a step back, nodding your head this time, yes. You couldn’t speak, not without outing yourself. While Benny seemed to be processing your answers, you took that as your opportunity to continue on to your car. But of course he was right behind you still.

You had just put your hand on the handle when Benny’s larger hand covered yours, stopping you, taking it in his and spinning you around to face him again. This time he was closer, almost chests touching. He kept a hold of your hand, though not tightly. The way he looked at you, his eyes a flurry of emotions, which told you the man had many thoughts running through his head.

“There’s nothin’ gonin' on between her and I" Benny stated slowly.

You shrugged. “T-that's none of m-my business, Benny...” your voice was low and shaky.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I wanted ya to know...”

You nodded. “A-alright...” there was a silence between you both, that was filled with the rain. “I-I shouldn’t have came to the bar, I-I shouldn’t come back...”

His hand tightened around yours. “Yeah, you should”.

“N-no Benny, I shouldn’t. I’m a married woman...w-who should be home waiting for or with her husband...”

He growled. “No. You should be at the bar, sweetheart...with me".

“B-Benny...” you said weakly, with a touch of warning. “D-don’t...don’t get my hopes up. I’m already foolish, but d-don't call me that...”

“What? Sweetheart?” – you nodded looking into his eyes, pleading him – “well too bad. Because that’s what I’m gonna call ya...”

Something crossed Benny’s mind, an idea, as his grip on your hand tightened before he pulled you closer. Your chests met, the cool damp fabrics meeting. And yet you could still feel his warmth radiating off him. His other hand come up, grasping the side of your neck, keeping you in place. Leaning in, Benny's noise brushed against yours, as his eyes never left yours.

“Or should I call you...baby?” He questioned, voice low and deep. It scared you, yet excited you too. “Or...mine?”

With that said, Benny crashed his lips on yours. Finally you knew what it felt like. Those full lips, though a little chapped, pressed against yours in a way that had your knees buckling. But Benny stepped forward, pressing you against your car. No where to escape, no where to run. This dance between you both coming to an end.

Pulling back Benny rest his forehead against yours, his eyes looking deeply into your own. He was looking for any sign for him to stop, but there was none. You wanted to resist, to say no and push him back. But this was what you had wanted – longed for. Lifting your hands, one gripping his t-shirt while the other moved to the back of his head. You pulled him in, while moving to capture his lips. There was no going back now. You wanted sin, you wanted Benny.

You don’t know when or how, but Benny had gotten your keys. He unlocked the doors, before ushering you into the back seat. Only seconds after you did he get in beside you, door closing behind him. You looked at each other, silent, as the rain hit your car. Benny reach out his left hand, taking your right one in his. Tenderly he run his thumb over the back of your hand. A way to sooth you, as you must look a fright.

He was then tugging it, pulling your joined hands to him. A silent way to tell you to come closer, and you did. You leant over him, lips meeting his yet again. It was a hard kiss, a little rushed, as Benny opened his mouth, with you following. His tongue darted in, finding yours and caressing it with confidence and urgency. You of course did your best to return his kiss. Your free hand moving to his chest, stabilising yourself.

But Benny had other ideas. Without breaking the kiss, he freed his hand, and both moved to your hips. Sliding down your thighs, only to gather the skirt of your dress. The moment his warm hands touched the skin of your thighs you sighed. Taking that as a good sign, Benny moved one of your legs up and over to rest on the seat next to his thigh. Now you were straddling him, while his hands resting against the skin of your thighs.

“Fuck” he groaned pulling back from the kiss. “I’ve been dreamin' about somethin' like this since the first time I saw ya...”

Benny’s grip tightened on your thighs, only cementing the words he had just said. As well as going on to tell you more. How he wanted to keep his distance when hearing you were married, how he really tried too. But there was something about you that he couldn’t stay away from. How he had thought about you in such dirty and sinful ways. How he wanted to take you away from it all, both of you taking to the open road.

“What do ya say, baby?” He asked with baited breath. “Run away with me?”

You looked at Benny, into his eyes. Only seeing the question he just asked you, and the want, and adoration you have always wanted. The man before you, wanted you, all of you. Knowing words would fail you, you crashed your lips onto Benny’s once more. Putting all your wanting of him and a life with him into the kiss. And your answer yes.

His hands moved to your hips, with a tight hold, Benny pulled your covered sex down onto him. The friction feeling so good, that you did again, pushing yourself down on him as the kiss between you deepened in sloppy lips and tongues. Over and over you rubbed yourself down on him, his manhood hardening and becoming obvious as you rubbed once more. That was when Benny held you down, pressing you both together. The once rushed kiss slowing down till it was just tongues moving together, feeling the other. What was once hard and rushed, turned slow and tender. Not something you imagined Benny to do.

As you both pulled apart, the need for air, Benny brought a hand up to cup your cheek. Those stormy blues of yours looking deeply into your (colour) eyes. Searching for any doubt or uncertainty. Because what was to happen next was crossing a greater line then kissing and dry humping. It meant fully cheating on your husband. An act you couldn’t come back from.

“Do you want this, baby?” Benny asked lowly, making his voice even more delicious to your ears.

You nodded your head.

“I gotta hear ya say it...” he almost pleaded. Itching to pull you back in for another kiss, while letting his hands feel you some more.

You took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm your pounding heart. “I-I want this...I want you. I-I want to feel wanted...and needed...”

That was it. That was all he needed to hear. Benny pulled you back in for another searing kiss. Putting everything into this kiss. His want and need for you. The devotion he would gladly give you. It had his everything in it. While his hand left your face, back to joining its partner under the skirt of your dress and on your hips. The way his hands held on firmly to your meaty hips. As if you’d slip away if he held you any lighter. You began to rock against his hardness, which desperately wanted to be free from his jeans.

Feeling bold, you moved a hand down between you both and popped the button on Benny’s jeans. That seemed to wake him up from the daze of your kiss. For Benny moved a hand down to the fly of his jeans, and pulled down the zipped. He sighed against your lips from the small relief opening his jeans got him. With a fumble of hands, and rearranging yourself and your clothes, Benny finally freed himself. While you moved your panties to the side and adjusting so the head of his cock slid between your folds.

The moment he brushed against your bundle of nerves, a soft moan left your lips, hands moving to Benny’s shoulders. The man below you held his length and continued to slid the head up and down, between your folds. Gathering your slick before focusing on nudging your clit. Laying your forehead on Benny’s shoulder, you continued to make small noises of approval, everything he was doing felt too good to be true.

Finally Benny lined himself at your entrance, which you then began to lower yourself on to him. Inch by inch entered you, the feeling different as Benny was larger then your husband. The moment he was completely in, you took a moment to adjust to his size. You moved to look at Benny, who leant in and captured your lips in another kiss. Slowly you started to rock back and forth, enjoying the friction as well as kissing the man before you.

The moment he pulled back with a soft groan, Benny’s hands holding on for dear life, as he made to lift you did you get the message. He wanted you to move. With a little uncertainty you lifted yourself till just the tip was inside, and then lowered yourself. You continued to do this, unsure but moving around till finding the best position. From there you gained confidence, along with the soft sounds coming from Benny spurring you on. You could tick sex in the backseat of a car off your list now.

The way Benny’s cock felt as you moved along him, his hands helping to guide you at times, but most holding on to ground himself. It was intense and heated. Gradually you picked up the pace, head resting on Benny’s shoulder every now and then while you moaned. Benny of course muttered fuck every so often. The feel of you, and how well you were taking him was driving him crazy. He just wanted to move you around so he could take you harder and faster, but having you ride him like this – in a mix of emotion and urgency – was just so good.

But after a moment were you clenched around him, a sweet sputtered moan coming from your lips, something in Benny snapped. Holding onto you he thursted up, as you were coming down on him. Over and over he did this, needing more of you, needing you to feel so good. It got to the point where Benny was doing more work, thrusting up while you held onto him. A moaning mess from just how deeper he was going.

“B-Benny" you moaned in his ear. Which he replied with a groan.

You feel yourself getting closer to your release. The coil in your lower stomach tightening that you found yourself moaning more. With a few more deep thrusts, and Benny’s words telling you to come for him, the coil snapped. Your walls clenched around his cock, face buried in his shoulder as you came moaning Benny’s name. With a few more long, sloppy thrusts Benny finally reached his own release. Pulling you down onto him hard, and holding you there as he came inside you.

There you both rested, you clutching his shoulders and resting your head there too. Benny leaning his head back against the seat. The only noise was your laboured breathes and the rain outside hitting the car. A moment of pure peace and satisfaction. If only it could have lasted, that bubble in your car. But like a pin hitting the fragile surface, reality came back with a pop. And with it the realisation of the situation you were in, or rather sitting on.

You moved back, holding onto Benny’s shoulders as you lifted yourself off him. His softening cock slipping from inside you. Ungracefully you moved back to the spot you had been on when getting into the car, while adjusting your panties back to cover yourself and pulling your dress down. Almost like nothing had happened, but the feeling of Benny’s seed slowly running out of you was a solid reminder. Benny had been disappointed that you had removed him, and moved away from him. But he took the opportunity to put himself away, and fasten up his jeans.

Looking to each other, still staying silent. Benny could see a change in you, like your mind was running wild with thoughts. Reaching his hand over, he grasped your hand tightly, hoping to bring you back to him. And it did, the gesture grounding you and your mind. The breath you had been holding slipped from your lips.

“Ya alright, baby?” Benny asked breaking the silence, but kept his voice airy.

Slowly you nodded. “Yeah...”

“Ya sure?” the familiar words coming from the man before you, making it feel like a life time ago before getting into the backseat.

Again you nodded. “I-I think so...”

He frowned. “Ya don’t sound so sure".

And you weren’t. How could you tell this beautiful man that you felt a little guilty. Not that you regretted this moment, but that you might not be able to continue from here on out? You were married. Benny wasn’t, if he ever would. Could you really leave a secure life for one that wasn’t guaranteed? Then you felt Benny’s thumb soothingly caressing the back of your hand. And when you looked at him again, you could see in those stormy blues concern and worry.

“Talk to me...” he said softly, scared to be too loud.

You sighed, feeling tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “I-I...I don’t know, I’m not sure, I can do this...”

Every word felt like sand in your mouth. Throat dry and rough. This sinking feeling within you. Admitting them out loud felt wrong, but you had to say it. Benny looked to you with no anger, just a pleading look, like a puppy.

“I-is this the right thing...” you looked down at your joined hands. “W-will this last...”

Benny used your joined hands to pull you to him, taking you into his arms. The smell and warmth of his body comforting and like home. You buried your face in his chest. Benny ran a hand up and down your back to sooth you.

“It’s a risk ya have to take...” he paused for a moment, choosing his next words wisely. “If ya choose me, I will do anythin' to make ya happy...happier then you are now".

You believed his words. Even if you know there would be times, you’d have to take the backseat, but Benny would care for you like no other. Pulling back you looked up at him. Benny looked down at you with hopeful eyes. Hopeful you’d choose him. You leant up and placed a soft kiss to his kiss swollen lips.

“I choose you...” you said softly, scared to break the peace surrounding you, yet you were confident.

The warmest, brightest smile crossed Benny’s lips, and reached his beautiful eyes. And that was almost enough to risk all the hate you are going to get. But with Benny by your side, you could survive anything...

#benny cross x reader #benny cross x y/n #benny cross x you #the bikeriders x reader #austin butler x reader #benny the bikeriders

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thewhitecrwo · 3 days ago

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strange stone

DC Man x Female! Reader

Note: All the pictures here are not mine, I took them from Pinterest, reader here is a teenager, meaning she is approximately 15-16 years old, I used the translator to write the story and did not pay much attention to spelling mistakes.

Warnings: None , Some spelling mistakes

(Y/n) was sitting in the living room watching TV, flipping through channels boredly, until thunder struck the ground very close to her house and the electricity went out.

She frowned and looked out the window, it was the middle of the afternoon but the sky was dark and dark clouds covered the blue sky.

A cold wind rushed towards the house so she got up from the couch to close the window, but a bright white light caught her attention, she quickly closed the windows and put on her coat to quickly leave the house.

(Y/n) took a slow breath as she climbed the hill, the strange thing was still shining with different colors like a rainbow reflecting Light on the stones near it

The clouds gathered and the storm was getting stronger and stronger, lightning struck in the sky as if guiding her on her way towards the hill, she almost fell several times because of the rocks

(Y/n) gasped and her eyes widened, she felt as if time had stopped for her as she stared at a strangely shaped stone, a mixture of many colors that looked like an oval-shaped opal

The sky thundered loudly but (Y/n) was more focused on the stone, she did not hear the sound of the strong winds hitting her ears nor the loud sounds of thunder

All she could hear was her heartbeat and the sound of her breathing, she slowly extended her hands and moved the rocks away from the stone

The stone began to float on its own, and within moments the stone rose directly towards her forehead and merged with her skin

She was startled and tried to get it out, she screamed loudly and in pain and dug her nails into her skin to try to get it out and drops of blood splattered on her face and clothes

She quickly got up and stumbled in her walk and because Focusing on pulling the stone out of her forehead, she couldn't focus on her surroundings, slipping between the rocks and rolling down the hill for a short distance.

But she felt a terrible pain not only in her forehead but all over her body due to the fall, a small groan came out of her mouth.

For a moment, the pain disappeared and was replaced by something strange. She breathed heavily, and looked at her hands, which began to show strange tattoos. She began to hear many sounds overlapping together.

She put her hands on her ears, closed her eyes, and screamed.

Many whispers, cars, winds, people's voices from afar, footsteps and grass, insects and birds.

Many smells hit her nose, and she didn't dare to open her eyes until she felt like she was there for a very long time.

"(Y/...! "

"(Y/n)!! "

(Y/n) was startled and woke up quickly "Calm down! Calm down my dear!" She took a deep breath and looked around, her father sat on her bed rubbing her back

"Dad, there was... a light and... and a strange stone!" She tried to say some words but they came out broken and she didn't know how to describe what happened

“Everything is fine now, just calm down and tell me calmly.” He hugged her tightly in his arms, his presence helping to calm her rapid heartbeat.

So here the chapter stops, and I don't know how her father will try to help her and discover the stone that stuck to her forehead, I wanted to show you my writing, is it good and should I continue with this story?

I was looking for a way for the reader to gain superpowers, so I came up with this idea. When I gain an idea or passion for this story, I will start writing it.

Anyone can take the idea and write it as a story, I don't mind, but please give me my rights.

#batfam x reader #clark kent x reader #yandere platonic superman #platonic #super reader #teen! reader #batman x reader

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shy-canadian-snowflake · 2 days ago

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Poolverine 46. nanny/single parent au. Wade would give such great Fran vibes.

Wade knocked at 24601 French street and waited. There was a shout, some cursing, someone tripping over something, another swear and something thrown at a wall before the door opened. Mr. ‘Call me Logan for fuck sakes’ Howlett opened the door looking like a hot mess.

More of a mess then hot.

“Wade? The babysitter?”

“Sure thing boss man.” Wade said with a thumbs up. The older man instantly looked like he regretted hiring the Merc. Not that he knew Wade was a Merc for hire.

Now this wasn’t the job Wade was expecting when he put out a notice saying he’d work for dirt cheap so long as it came with a free beer. He was expecting low ball offers for hits, and maybe some cat napping. Maybe stealing back a sweater from a crazy ex. He did not expect $8.50 an hour to watch Mr. Howlett’s three chaotic children. He really didn’t expect Mr. Howlett to really be Officer Howlett who’d tried to arrest him no less than seven times this month alone. Not that the man knew who Wade was, seeing as he wasn’t in his awesome red body condom suit.

“Come in, don’t bother taking off your shoes, Jubilee spilled glitter all over the fucking place again.” Wade went into the house with his head high ready to take on this challenge.

There were three kids standing in the living room. One holding an unopened bottle of glitter, who Wade suspected was Jubilee, looking about to pour glitter on the youngest girl. The youngest was swearing in Spanish, saying words Wade didn’t want to repeat- damn thats fucked up shit- lastly was the oldest, who looked like she was trying to pull Jubilee away from what disaster was about to happen.

“Girls!” The father hissed. The three girls broke apart and all spoke at once.

“Don’t you see daddy- I was just tryin to help?”

“Laura bit me so I was going to-

“Maldito culo de perra hijo de puta”

“Enough.” The father growled out in such a way that all three shut their mouths. An array of angry faces glared up at their dad, before looking quizzically to Wade. “Wade, these are my daughters. Anne Marie-”

“Call me Rogue.” The girl stood proudly, her fluffy hair seaming more wild.

“She’s going through her rebel phase. Just call her whatever the fuck she wants. That’s Jubilee-”

“Hiya Mr. Why do you look like that? Did you fall into lava or somethin’? Why’d ya do that? Wha-”

“And lastly we have Laura.” The smallest child looked Wade up and down.

“El Coño”

“La puta.” Wade said back. The child took one second to look surprised before a far too wide smile grew on her face. The two other girls were sizing him up. He felt like he was thrown to the wolves. The wolves were three girls under the age of 14. This was about to be his most difficult mission yet. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it out drowning in teen angst, unglitterfied or even bitten, but he was excited to see what the hell the day brought.

I had to google who Fran was... I'm sorry Anon! I hope this is okay!! Debated on adding more- I was thinking Wade would use his merc skills to keep these kids from killing each other- but then I thought no I kinda need a nap before I write more. Please keep sending the asks!! I'd love to spend the day writing ideas and little ficlets!

#poolverine #wade wilson #deadclaws #logan howlett #ficlet #anon ask

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evervigilantnightshade · 24 hours ago

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The Line - Part 15

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: Violence, harm to reader, angst

MASTERLIST

The room was in chaos. Simon was scanning computers talking with Kate, getting frustrated with their lack of information. Kyle was looking at maps with Emma as they were analyzing flight paths and gas mileage for both big and small planes. Charlie was pacing while biting her nails. The small room was loud and yet all John could hear was the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears and he took a deep breath, attempting to calm the anxiety that was licking up his spine.

Ava walked in and called out to Simon.

“He’s awake.” She nodded “I told him to stay put but.”

Behind her Johnny pushed past her gently and staggered into the room.

“What happened?” He asked, looking at the men.

“They took Y/N.” Gaz told him and Johnny’s face fell.

“How lang hae I bin out?”

“Ten hours.” Simon snapped.

“Ten hours?” Soap whispered and his knees started to give out but Charlie grabbed him and directed him to a chair.

“Tell us what happened. Step by Step. Second by Second.” Simon demanded

“We wer, ah… we wer in ta forest. There wer two blokes and Y/N took em down.” Soap reached up and ran his hands over his face.

“Come on Johnny, get it together.” Simon snapped

“I’m tryin. Fuck. Mae heads aye fuzzy. ”

“Simon.” Ava said softly but firmly.

“Sorry.” He ran his hands over his face and softened. “Sorry Johnny, continue.”

“Thare was someone thare. We couldnae see them on thermals and Watcher couldn’t see them either. They were quiet, moved quickly. We dinnae see em coming. Then I was oott.”

“Konig?” Simon called out

It was the first call Simon had made when they got back, despite protests from everyone. He knew that Kortac had been the ones to attack but no matter how much they didn’t think they could trust him Simon knew he loved Y/N and wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Ja I know. Viper. She’s vast, stays in zee shadows, drugs her targets.”

“Any way to get our hands on her?” John asked snapping out of his thoughts

“Leave zat to me and Keegan. We’ll get her.”

As soon as Konig heard what was going on he dropped everything to help them find Y/N. Regardless that it was Kortac that had her, she was all that mattered. He called on Keegan to help knowing he would feel the same.

“Boys, we ah… we have a video message that just came through. From Bako.” Kate’s sullen voice came from the computer.

“Ava, Charlie, Ems out.” Simon said softly.

Ava and Emma headed to the door but Charlie stayed where she stood.

“Charlie, you can’t.” Simon said gently.

“Why not. She’s my sister. She’s my other half. Why the hell can’t I stay?”

“You know why Charlie.”

Tears filled her eyes and she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Simon and the others crowded around the screen watching intently.

“Ok Kate.” John’s voice just over a whisper.

The screen filled with Bako’s face.

“Boys, nice to see you again. You’ve been such a pain in my ass for so long. Making me deviate from well established plans, losing me money, killing my men. Did you really think I would let you get away with that? I told you I knew your weaknesses, and as it turns out you all have the same one.”

The camera turned to show Y/N strung up with chains in a dark room, a spotlight shining on her. Her clothes had been removed leaving her in her underwear and bra, showing the fresh cuts, bruises and blood that now covered her body. Her head was hanging and John felt his heart stop as he stared at the screen intently, looking for a sign of life.

Johnny’s legs gave out and he fell into the chair behind him. Kyle had to face away from the screen, not able to see the damage. Simon though was staring just as intently as John was except his hands were gripping the table so tightly his hands were white.

Bako walked up to her and grabbed her by her hair, lifting her head up to show a battered face. Her lip split, her nose bloody and both her eyes swollen.

“Say hi to your friends love.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she looked into the camera. She’s alive. The thought made a strangled gasp leave John’s throat.

“Fuck you.” She wheezed out and he punched her in the stomach.

John wanted to crawl through the screen and beat the man to death.

“What did I tell you about manners bitch? Here I am doing something nice for you, letting you say goodbye and this is how you repay me?”

Another punch to the stomach made Y/N’s head fall forward again. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up again.

“Now I’m giving you one last chance to say goodbye. Are you going to take it?”

Y/N looked up at the ceiling and a tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted to keep her resolve and not give Bako the satisfaction but if this was her last chance to say something to her family, both found and blood she wanted to take it. She thought of John and a small sob escaped her throat.

“It was perfect. All of it.” She whispered.

Bako let go of her hair and her head fell forward.

“Awe isn't that just so sweet. Well I have a lot of work to do now. So I’ll end it there but know boys if I ever see you again I will do this to each and every member of your families. This one can’t be saved but the others can.”

The screen went black and John’s knees gave out and he gripped the table to stop himself from falling. Bako was going to kill her. Hell she may already be dead. Everyone was quiet, not saying a word, sitting in shock. It was Momma Lynn’s voice that broke the silence.

“Simon.” She said, her voice shaking.

He looked up and wiped a tear from his eye.

“Mom, you shouldn’t be in here.”

“I’m going to do something now I’d hoped I would never have to do.”

She walked into the room and placed a small box on the table. She opened it to find a small book and a burner phone.

“Your dad, he was always prepared, even after he left us.”

She took the book out of the box and thumbed through it until she landed on the page she was looking for. She grabbed the phone and put in a number placing it back down on the table on speaker phone letting it ring.

“Pizza By George. Best pizza around. How can we help?” A cheery woman's voice filled the room.

“Hi…” Momma Lynn cleared her throat. “Hi I’d like to order a number 12 with extra olives.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment and they heard a computer keyboard typing.

“Sorry about that, it seems we may be out of olives. Can I check and call you back on this number?”

“Yes, that would be fine.”

The call disconnected and Momma Lynn took a deep breath.

“Never thought I would have to do this. Always thought your dad was just being paranoid.”

“Mom, who did you call?” Simon asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“Help. I called for help.”

The phone rang on the table with an unknown caller and Momma Lynn answered.

“Hello?”

“Lynn?” A deep voice answered

“Charles.” Momma Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s happened?”

“It’s Y/N. Someone took her. He’s going to kill her”

“Ok calm down, is Simon there?”

“He’s here.” she looked at Simon and motioned her head to the phone.

“Hello. Who am I speaking to?” Simon asked

“Hello Simon my name is Charles. I was a friend of your dads, we served together. He spoke very highly of you and was very proud of you son. I know that you most likely have everything under control, however, before he died he put in place a system that Lynn could activate if something happened to one of you and if she has activated it that means you need a bit of help. Now I need details and I need to know who you have working on this. We aren’t here to take over, just assist where needed.”

Simon looked at the guys on his team, all of them looking broken and he even had to admit to himself that he wasn’t exactly thinking properly. He felt relieved for the help.

“So what now?” He asked tiredly, looking at the phone

“Now you put me in touch with your watcher and we will get the details. In the meantime you and your team get some kip. You’re no good to this if you’re drained.”

Simon wanted to argue but Charles was right. They hadn’t slept since the attack and it was taking a toll.

“Kate?” Simon called out

“I heard, Charles, I'll give you a number to call and we can debrief.”

“Perfect, thank you watcher.”

“Konig?” Simon asked

“Ja, on it, ve’ll contact when ve have Viper.”

With that the room went silent and Simon looked at Momma Lynn.

“You’re sure we can trust them?”

“Your dad did. I do. Hell, I named one of my kids after him. He is a trusted family friend, Simon. He will find Y/N, or he’ll die trying.”

“Ok.”

“Simon, go sleep. We’ll watch the room and let you know if someone tries to contact you.”

Ava walked in and grabbed Simon’s hand leading him to the door as Charlie and Emma went to Johnny and Gaz. John was the last one left and he just stared blankly at the table.

“John hun, you too.”

“I don’t think I can sleep right now.”

“Follow me.”

Momma Lynn led him out of the room to the end of the hall where the last door was. No one had shown John that door yet and he was curious what was behind it. She put in a number on the keypad and the door opened to reveal an office. It had dark oak furniture with a large desk and large bookcases.

“This was my husband's office. There’s a couch and if you don’t tell anyone else I’ll let you smoke your cigars in here. Ashtray 2is on the table by the couch. The girls won’t come in here anymore, Y/N’s the only one that would… so you won’t be disturbed. Get some rest John, There’s a lot of work ahead of us. And Y/N would be mad as hell at you if she knew how badly you were beating yourself up.”

She left then and closed the door

John sat down on the couch and closed his eyes but opened them immediately at the sight of Y/N broken and bloodied. He was overwhelmed with grief, fear and guilt. His heart started racing and he couldn’t catch his breath. He felt like he was dying and he stood up and started pacing around the office. Suddenly he let out a scream, so loud he was sure the whole house could hear him. How was this happening? How is he losing the one good thing in his life just after he got here? It wasn’t fair. He continued to scream as he fell to the floor and then the tears came suddenly and hard.

#john price #captain john price x reader #cod #john price x y/n #captain john price #captain john price angst #captain price x reader angst #john price angst #task force 141 #captain john price x reader angst #captian john price #john price x reader #captain price #price cod

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 day ago

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Hi!! Can I please request a Steve Rogers x fem!enhanced!reader where she had been kidnapped by Hydra when she was a teenager after they assassinated her SHEILD agent parents, and she was held in the same place as Bucky ever since then and he took care of her as much as he could like she were his little sister. Now present day, as an adult, she escapes Hydra when SHEILD/Hydra falls? (Bucky def helped). He told her it’s very important that she finds Steve Rogers, that he’ll keep her safe (buck didn’t want to force her to be on the run with him). She has the power to turn invisible, teleport, and send (an invisible) blast through her hands that sends people flying. And that’s how she finds herself wandering outside the Avengers HQ (which they kinda go on the defense because they don’t know who she is). Poor woman is absolutely jumpy and terrified and sends all of them but Steve flying away from her and she turns invisible and just curls in the ground in fear 🥺 And Steve is the only one who can get through to her and calm her down and convinces her to come inside, a gentle arm around her? (He’d be so gentle!!) and she tells him what happened to her, where she came from and how bucky told her to find him

Anyway, she only feels comfortable and safe around him for the longest time, he’s there to help her through her nightmares, help train her, hold her close when she’s feeling scared. They both fall In love!!

Safe With Me » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Teen!Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader with the Avengers

Summary: Bucky helps you escape HYDRA and tells you to go find Steve so you’ll be safe.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not Bucky and Steve), language, HYDRA, murder, blood, kidnapping, crying, nightmares, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully descriptive request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: Italic text is flashbacks and nightmares. Y/M/N stands for your mom’s name and Y/D/N stands for your dad’s name.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You announced when you got home from school, walking in the house.

You didn’t hear either one of them so you assumed they were still at SHIELD. You walked to the living room, only to find the dead and bloody bodies of parents. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to scream, but someone put a cloth over your mouth. You kicked and screamed, trying to get free of who was behind you. You soon grew weak and passed out from inhaling the fumes of chloroform.

You woke up a couple hours in an unfamiliar building and room. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light in the room. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You quickly realized that you’re in some kind of lab. You went to stand up, but couldn’t. You looked down at your arms and legs to see them strapped down to a chair.

“Oh good! You’re awake!” A man’s voice said.

You looked up to see a man in a suit, a man in a lab coat, and a couple men in all black clothes.

“I’m Alexander Pierce.” He introduces himself.

“Why did you kill my parents?” You asked, completely bypassing his introduction.

“I wouldn’t think of it as killing. Think of it more as getting them out of the way.” Pierce says.

“Why though?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“That’s easy. Since they’re out of the way, we have easy access to what we want.” He says.

It didn’t take you long to realize that he was talking about you.

“You’re going to be our new experiment and assist the asset during missions.” He explains.

Pierce looks at the man in the lab coat, nodding at him. He nodded back. The man in the lab coat approached you with an IV with some kind of liquid in it. You began to panic and tried to get free of the restraints, but it was no use. You yelped when the needle pricked your skin, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Many months later, you started to develop powers. You weren’t sure what kind of powers they were trying to get you to develop. Whatever it was, hurt every time and you didn’t like it. You just wanted it to stop.

“How’s she doing?” Pierce asks Brock Rumlow.

“She’s getting nowhere.” Brock tells him.

You fearfully stood in front of an HYDRA agent. You were told to get your powers to work, but you’re not sure how to do that. Before you knew it, the agent charged at you. Your eyes widened and you covered your head with your arms. You somehow turned invisible when you did that, impressing everyone in the room. They gave you nods of approval. You uncovered your head and you reappeared.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself.

Pierce approached you and put a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him.

“Good job, Y/L/N.” He compliments.

“Th-Thank you?” You say more like a question.

“That’s just a start. You’ll get use to it the more you develop your powers.” He says.

A few weeks later, you learned that you were also developing teleportation powers. Those powers weren’t too bad to learn. You were a quick learner with those.

“You know what to do.” Pierce says.

You took a deep breath before doing anything. You held your hands out in front of you and made a circle in front of you. A portal to another room appeared in front of you. You looked back at Pierce. He nodded for you to step in the other room through the portal and you did.

“You’re getting better and better, kid.” He says as you came back in the room you were originally in.

You thought the only powers you had were invisibility and teleportation powers, but that’s not it. You also have some kind of invisible power that comes out of your hands that comes out like a blast and sends people flying. You didn’t know what those powers were called. You just assumed they were similar to telekinesis powers or something like that.

“You’re impressing us more and more everyday, kid. You’re ready to start training with the asset.” Pierce says.

You were led to a room that looks like a gym, but it’s a room that’s used for training. The asset, as he said, was already in there. He’s tall, has long brown hair, blue eyes, and a metal arm.

“This is the Winter Soldier. Asset, this is our newest experiment.” Pierce introduces you two.

You shyly waved at the man. He nodded his head at you. Pierce walked out of the room, leaving the two of you alone in there. The Winter Soldier couldn’t help but notice how young you look which concerned him. A kid like you shouldn’t be in a place like this.

“How old are you, kid?” The Winter Soldier asks.

“15.” You tell him.

His eyebrows rose up when he heard your age. You’re too young to experiencing something like this. You don’t need to be here either.

“What’s your name, doll?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him.

“I’m Bucky.” He kept his voice low so no one outside of the training room heard him. “I’ll protect in here.” He says softly.

You smiled and nodded.

Over time, you and Bucky developed a sibling relationship. You two learned more about each other. Bucky protects you the best he can. When you two go on missions together, he does most of the work while you are somewhere safe so you don’t get hurt.

YEARS LATER

You always go on missions with Bucky- the Winter Soldier, but this time you didn’t. You were sure why you couldn’t go on the mission with him. You asked them why you couldn’t go with him and they told you that you weren’t needed on this mission. Then they locked you in the cell they kept you in.

There wasn’t anything for you to do in a cell that had nothing but a bed in there. You laid on the bed and stared up at the ceiling as time passed. You jumped when you heard the sound of metal breaking. You scrambled to sit up. The door opened, revealing Bucky. You smiled and felt relieved when you seen him.

“We have to get out of here.” Bucky says.

Bucky grabbed your hand and led you out of the cell and out of the HYDRA base. You didn’t question him. You just followed him. When you two were outside of the base, Bucky put a backpack on your back.

“What’s in the backpack?” You asked.

“Clothes and snacks.” He says.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You are going to find a guy named Steve Rogers. He’ll help you and keep you safe.” He says.

“Who’s Steve Rogers?” You asked.

“My best friend and Captain America.” He tells you. “Now go.” He says.

“What about you? I can’t just leave you here.” You say, your eyes tearing up.

“I’ll find somewhere to hide. Don’t worry about me, doll.” He says softly.

“But I want to stay with you.” You say, your bottom lip quivering and tears flowing down your cheeks.

“I know you do, but you can’t. You’ll be safer with Steve.” He says.

Bucky pulls you into a tight hug, a couple tears rolling down his cheeks. He kissed your forehead before looking in your eyes.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers. “You will always be like a little sister to me.” He says softly.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered back, your voice cracking. “You will always be my big brother.” You say softly.

You started running. You took a look back to see Bucky running in a different direction. You hated this. You didn’t want to leave the person closest to you. Bucky is like the older brother you never had.

After a few days of looking for Bucky’s friend, you managed to find him. You found him in a building called the Avengers Tower. You wandered around the building, trying to figure out how to get inside.

“There’s a woman outside of the building.” Jarvis informs the Avengers.

“Who is she?” Tony asks.

“I’m not sure, but she looks suspicious.” He says.

Everyone grabbed their weapons, getting prepared for you to come inside the tower. You managed to find the entrance and went inside of the building. You quickly found an elevator and got on it.

“She entered the building and is coming to this floor.” Jarvis informs everyone.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You stepped off of it. You were met by the Avengers with their weapons pointed at you. Your eyes widened and you rose your hands in surrender, not trying to cause any trouble.

“Who are you?” Tony asks with his blaster aimed at you.

“I-I-I don’t want any trouble.” You stuttered, not answering his question.

“Why are you here?” Natasha asks.

“I’m looking for someone.” You answered.

“Who?” Thor asks.

You kept fumbling with your words. You knew who you were looking for, but you were so terrified that you forgot how to form any words. That’s when you heard the sound of a gun being cocked and Tony’s blaster. You held your hands out in front of you, forgetting that you had powers for a second. The next thing you knew, the Avengers got blasted by the invisible power that comes from your hands and sent flying all over the room, except Steve. Your eyes widened. You didn’t mean to do that. You didn’t know what to do, except run. Steve ran after you with his shield.

You found a hallway and hid down there. You leaned against the wall, sliding down it. You pulled your knees up to your chest and turned yourself invisible so no one could find you. You started crying out of fear. Steve followed the sound of your crying. It led him to the hallway you’re in, but he didn’t know where you are in the hallway, due to your invisibility powers.

“Show yourself.” Steve says as he cautiously walks down the hallway.

You know you shouldn’t reveal yourself, but you did it anyway. You reappeared. Steve found you sitting on the floor against the wall with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“Why are you here?” Steve asks you.

“I’m- I’m looking for someone.” You tell him.

“Who are you looking for?” He asks.

“Steve Rogers.” You answered.

“That’s me.” He tells you. “Why are you looking for me?” He asks.

“I was told to.” You say.

“By who?” He asks.

“Your friend Bucky Barnes.” You tell him.

Steve’s eyes widened when you said Bucky’s name. He set his shield against the wall before crouching down in front of.

“Did Bucky send you here as himself or as the Winter Soldier?” Steve asks.

“Himself.” You answered. “He told me you two are best friends and you’re Captain America. He said you’ll help me and keep me safe.” You tell him.

“If you don’t mind me asking.” He begins as he sat down next to you. “How do you know Bucky?” He asks.

“Him and I met in HYDRA when I was 15. He’s like an older brother to me. HYDRA killed my parents who worked for SHIELD, kidnapped me, and experimented on me.” You explained.

“Who are your parents?” He asks.

“Y/M/N and Y/D/N.” You tell him.

The memory of seeing your parents dead bodies on the living room flashed in your mind. You couldn’t help but start crying again. Steve wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I knew your parents. I worked with them a lot. I’m sorry to hear about what happened to them.” Steve says.

You know you don’t Steve, but you quickly started trusting him.

“Bucky was right to tell you to come find me. I’ll help you and keep you safe.” He says.

“Really?” You asked, sniffling and looking up at him with teary eyes.

“Yes.” He confirms.

You smiled at him and hugged him. Steve hugged you back.

Over the next few weeks, you got settled in the Avengers Tower with Steve’s help. Steve stuck to his words. The Avengers aren’t too thrilled about the idea of you living there after you accidentally blasted them with your powers. You were standing next to the door of the lounge room when you heard Steve and the Avengers talking.

“Why is she still here?” Tony asks Steve.

“Bucky told her that I’ll keep her safe and that’s what I intend on doing for her.” Steve says.

“You know, he’s not much of a friend if he tried to kill you. Even ask Wilson and Romanoff. They were there.” He says.

“That was the Winter Soldier not Bucky. He was under HYDRA’s control.” He says, defending his best friend, even though he’s not there.

“Give the man a break.�� Sam speaks up. “Bucky wants to make sure his little sister is safe so he sent her to his best friend.” He says.

“How do we know Barnes or HYDRA didn’t send her here to kill us?” Tony asks theoretically.

“Bucky wouldn’t do that.” Steve says.

“Besides, if she wanted to kill any of us, she would’ve done it anyway.” Clint chimes in.

“She may have a track record with HYDRA, but she doesn’t look like the kind of person who would kill anyone.” Wanda says.

Your eyes teared up. You couldn’t help but let that theory get to you. You finally walked in the lounge room, fiddling with the strings on your -Steve’s- sweatshirt.

“None of that is my intention.” You say.

Everyone went silent and turned their attention to you.

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Y/N.” Steve says softly.

“Yes I do.” You say.

You turned to Tony.

“What you think I’m going to do is not true. HYDRA didn’t send me here to kill you guys. I would never do anything like that. Bucky, who’s like a brother to me, sent me to find Steve so he can keep me safe. I wanted to go with Bucky, but he thought it would be better if I’m in Steve’s care.” You explained. “As for me blasting and sent you guys flying across the room with my powers, that was an accident. I didn’t mean to do that. That was out of fear and I apologize for that.” You apologized.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks by the time you were done talking. You left the lounge room and went back to your bedroom. Everyone in the room stayed silent and felt bad for you. Steve went to your room, only to find you crying softly. He sat down on your bed next to you and rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry if you heard any of that.” Steve says softly.

“I heard all of it. I understand why Tony said those things, but it hurt my feelings and to hear.” You say.

“Don’t listen to him.” He says.

You sniffled and sat up. Your face is wet with tears and your eyes are red from crying. Steve grabbed a tissue from the box on your nightstand and gently wiped your tears away. You couldn’t help but smile when he did that. Steve took a moment to admire your beauty.

“You’re very beautiful.” He murmurs softly.

You smiled and looked down, blushing uncontrollably. Steve gently lifted your head so you were looking in his blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed you softly and passionately. His lips felt soft against yours. There was so much love and passion in the kiss that it took your breath away. He pulled away and put his forehead against yours, looking deep in your eyes.

“That was my first kiss.” You admitted.

“I’m honored to be your first kiss.” Steve says with a smile.

Steve pecked your lips softly a few times before you two laid down on the bed. He covered you two up with a blanket and held you close to him. You laid your head on his chest, slowly falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

You weren’t sure how long you have been asleep. You’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep for the past few minutes. Your hands held onto the blanket tightly. You were also mumbling in your sleep.

“What about you? I can’t just leave you here.” You say, your eyes tearing up.

“I’ll find somewhere to hide. Don’t worry about me.” Bucky says softly.

Steve turned on the bedside lamp and turned to face you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” Steve gently shook you. “You’re having a nightmare.” He says softly.

You gasped loudly and scrambled to sit up, breathing heavily. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You then broke down in tears when you didn’t see Bucky. Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap.

“You’re ok. You’re safe with me.” Steve whispers.

“I miss Bucky.” You say, your voice cracking.

“I do too.” He says softly.

Your crying died down after a few minutes and you fell back to sleep.

“Hey! You said you’d go it easy on me.” Steve playfully jokes.

“I told you I wouldn’t use my powers and do it your way. So technically I am going easy on you.” You giggled.

A couple weeks later, you and Tony managed to work out his differences with you. Steve has been helping you train. Actually, you two are playing around at the moment.

“You know, you can go a little harder on me. I can handle it. I am Captain America after all.” He says.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Stevie.” You say jokingly.

You did a move Steve taught you. Actually, Bucky taught you years ago. Steve is just helping you improve it. You kicked his feet out from underneath him and he fell onto the mat on the floor. You shocked yourself when you did that.

“Woah. That was cool.” You say, still shocked.

“So it’s cool that you knocked me to the ground?” He jokes.

“N-No! I was just- I never done that before. Actually, I’ve done it a couple times.” You babbled.

Steve reaches up and pulls you down to the floor with him. Actually, you landed on top of him.

“I’m not mad. I’m impressed, sweetheart.” He says.

You two stared in each other’s eyes. You and Steve got caught up in the moment and one thing led to another and Steve kissed you.

“I don’t think Bucky would approve of this if he found out.” You giggled softly.

“It’ll be our little secret.” Steve whispers and playfully winks.

Steve stood up and helped you up.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked nervously.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N.” He says.

“I’m in love with you.” You tell him. “I’m not just saying that cause we kissed a couple times. I feel a connection between us and-” Steve kissed you to get you to stop blabbing.

“I’m in love with you too, sweetheart.” He whispers and smiles at you.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers, kissing you again. “I love you, darling.” He whispers.

“I love you too, Stevie.” You whispered back with a smile.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 days ago

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Bad Ideas (Part 17)

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 16

AO3 Link

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“We were all apparently having sex at the same time. Surprise, Grandpa.”

James continued to stare at Regulus as if he had reached across the table and slapped him. For a moment, he was curious if Regulus was just screwing with him. That would definitely be something Regulus would do.

“You…you as in you are having twins with my daughter?”

Regulus raised an eyebrow while Sirius stood up and moved to stand behind James. He wasn’t sure how James was going to react to this news. Something told Sirius to be ready to grab his best friend and haul him out of the room. Sirius wasn’t afraid of what James would do. He was more concerned that Regulus would fight dirty. The last thing Sirius wanted to deal with was a trip to the hospital.

“Yes, it was I that slept with Y/n. Sex is how babies are created if you didn’t know. I would certainly hope you knew considering you have kids yourself but never know.”

Regulus replied in a patronizing tone. He considered saying something more crude like “Yes, James. I knocked up your daughter. Again, surprise grandpa” but decided not to. As much fun as that would be, Regulus didn’t want to give you any reason to be upset more than necessary. He knew that he would have to find some way to be nicer to James and Lily but at the moment that wasn’t a huge worry.

“I know how babies are made. I am not an idiot, Regulus. I was simply hoping it would be someone else…anyone else.”

“Considering she is married to me that would be problematic.”

James sighed and put his head down on the table. When he came back, he was under the impression that both Harry and yourself were still babies. He was looking forward to all of life’s cheesy moments. He wanted to take both of you to the zoo and play tea party. James never expected to walk in and find out that both of his children were grown with lives of their own. He wasn’t ready to find you married to Regulus.

“Just ignore me. I need to sit quietly for a moment.”

Regulus felt his temper beginning to build yet again. From the time that James and Lily came back, James hadn’t done much but gripe about how you had decided to live your life. Regulus had to give Lily points for at least trying to take things as they were.

All Regulus could see was the look of disappointment on your face when James started fussing about your life. The werewolf in Regulus was more than happy to tear James a new one.

“You have sat quietly for long enough and so have I. Since you have been back you have done nothing but bitch about how Y/n has chosen to live her life. I’m not stupid and realize most of it is due to me but you need to get over it. Y/n chose me and I chose her. None of your little comments is going to change that. You need to do us all a favor and accept it before I have to take you outside and beat you.”

Regulus gave James another glare that said “Try me bitch” before turning back to you. His expression has softened in seconds before holding a hand out to you.

“Come on, darling. We need some air.”

You didn’t argue nor disagree with Regulus’ statement. It was best that the two of you left the house as soon as possible. You knew Regulus was about to lose his fragile grip on his temper.

Following Regulus into the back garden, you gave him a moment to pace around before speaking.

“I know I told you the other day but thank you for always having my back.”

Regulus stopped pacing and turned to look at you. He sighed before running his hand through his hair. You stood holding your right arm looking at him with those perfect doe eyes.

In some ways, he had accepted the current predicament that the two of you found yourselves in. In others, he still felt in denial. His eyes dropped down your body. You stood with an oversized sweater hiding your lower body. While you weren't showing yet, Regulus knew that it would only be a matter of time. Everything would feel real then.

“Come here.”

You walked closer to Regulus and waited for him to pull you into his arms. When he did, you snuggled your face against his chest. Regulus gently kissed the top of your head.

“There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you.”

You were silent for a moment before speaking again. From your spot, you could see Lily looking out at the two of you with a worried expression on her face.

“We will have to find some way to get along with them. As much as my father’s less-than-stellar behavior has been, I do need to cut him some slack. They probably never expected to walk into this. I think they expected to return to toddlers.”

“I’ll try to be good.”

Regulus replied. He wasn’t going to promise it but he would try his best.

“If we can find some way to be civil, it will make the next few months slightly more bearable.”

Regulus took a breath before sighing.

“Will you think that I am a big dumb jerk if I tell you that I am terrified about the idea of having twins? Having a single child scares me to death add two…I am freaking the fuck out.”

You softly laughed before moving to look up at your husband. Regulus was usually so calm and collected. Seeing the look of panic in his eyes was almost foreign.

“I would never think that you are a big dumb jerk for how you feel. If it makes you feel any better, I am terrified too. When I signed up to be friends with Hermione and Ginny, I thought we were going to do things like go shopping and have tea together. I never expected to be pregnant with them.”

Regulus smirked.

“Yeah, me neither. As much as I like your brother this is not the situation I expected us to be in at the same time. So, what if we lose a kid?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

“I have already been thinking about that. We can dress each child in a certain color, if the twins are of the same gender. If they are different genders then our work is a little more cut out for us. Worse comes to worse, the muggles make these things called Air Tags. We can track them on our phones.”

Regulus nodded.

“That might just work…especially when they become teenagers…especially if one turns out to be like their uncle.”

The two of you shared matching expressions of horror. You weren't sure if you could handle a child like Sirius.

“Reggie, I know lord snakeface is long gone but this world still isn’t a great place. Is it selfish to bring two children into the world? What about when the next big bad comes about? What if that is worse than the other? That will be something that our children will have to deal with.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“I’ll make you a deal. When these kids grow to be adults, if we aren’t totally sick of them, we will just lock them in their bedrooms and never let them leave.”

Regulus was relieved when you laughed at that. He wasn’t a fool. Regulus knew that you were as scared of this pregnancy as he was.

“Deal.”

The following weeks were some of the most awkward that you had experienced. James was still in a state of unending shock about the situation at hand. Lily was eagerly trying to do whatever she could to help you. You had to give her points for trying. She wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought that she was.

One thing that you were thankful for was the fact there had been no morning sickness yet. Unlike Hermione and Ginny, who were sick as dogs, you were still living life normally (with the exception of drinking pickle juice right out of the jar).

Regulus had backed off of harassing James so much. Whenever he felt like saying something snarky, Regulus would simply leave the room before the temptation became too great.

One morning you sat at the dining room table looking over patient charts while Regulus sat stirring a cup of tea.

“Does dealing with all of those sick people not make you nauseous?”

You shook your head.

“No, surprisingly. I think I will be able to handle all of the gross things like diapers.”

Regulus nodded.

“So does that mean that you are volunteering for that duty? I don’t want to throw up on our child’s head.”

Chucking, your eyes rolled up to Regulus’ worried face.

“I hear that it's different when it's your own child.”

“I suppose we will see.”

Regulus commented as Ron entered the room with a very pale Hermione behind him. You frowned at your best friend’s face.

“Y/n, can you do something to help her”

Scooting your chair back, you moved to walk over to Hermione. Sirius and Remus pulled up a chair. They were getting used to having ring side seats to his so-called “event of the century.”

“What’s wrong?”

You asked as Ron sank down in the chair nearest to him.

“She won’t stop vomiting. It goes on from the time that she gets up until the time she goes to bed. There is no stopping.”

You gave Ron a frown as Harry and Ginny came in.

“There, there.”

You replied condescendingly before moving to Hermione. Placing a hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach.

“Yep, you are definitely pregnant. I have a potion that might help.”

Walking out of the room, you came back with a clear vial. Hermione nearly tore it out of your hand before downing it. You blinked a few times before turning back to Ginny.

“What about you? Do you need some too?”

Ginny shook her head.

“I’m okay today but it's good to know that you have something. I mean with being a healer I would be concerned if you didn’t.”

You nodded before going back to your seat and sitting down. Picking up the jar of pickle juice, you took a small sip. Sirius stared at you looking horrified.

“I can get you a glass.”

You shook your head.

“No, the jar adds to the experience. You could go get some of those crisps with the ridges. Those would go really well with this juice.”

Sirius nodded before getting up and going off in search of crisps. Hermione gave you a frown.l

“How are you not sick?”

You shrugged.

“No idea but I am not complaining. Afterall, I wasn’t the one who thought that this great friend experience we are having was a good idea to begin with.”

Ginny turned to face you.

“So, will you deliver my baby?”

You nearly choked on your pickle juice at that question.

“You know that I don’t typically do that, right?”

Ginny shrugged.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else scoping out between my legs. Besides, I have faith in you. You’re a good healer.”

You crinkle your nose at the “scoping out between my legs” comment.

“Ginny, I don’t want to be scoping out between your legs. That sounds dirty.”

“So? You're one of my best friends and I know with you I would be comfortable, so will your brother.”

You met Harry’s eyes before sighing.

“I swear to Merlin. I’m sure there is a book I can read on the subject. Fine. I swear, I keep getting roped into weird shit with the two of you. For the future, the next time you decide to have babies at the same time. Don’t include me.”

Hermione smiled, squeezing your hand.

“I’ll need your help too.”

You sighed.

“You are playing on my emotions, holding my hand like that. May I make a suggestion for the two of you?”

Both Hermione and Ginny nodded.

“When they offer you drugs for the pain, take them.”

The following few minutes were fairly uneventful. After the conversation that you were just a part of, you needed a break. You glanced over at Regulus who was still shaking his head.

The doorbell ringing got your attention as Ron got up to answer it. When he came back with Neville, you could see Regulus tensing up. Neville’s eyes flickered over to Regulus. Both men were still clearly not each other’s biggest fans.

“You wanted to see me, Y/n?”

You nodded, ignoring the way Regulus was staring at you.

“Yes, I needed to ask you a question.”

Regulus muttered about owls being a very real thing. You chose to ignore his snide remarks as Neville sat down near Harry. He had a feeling that Regulus wouldn’t try anything if he was that far away. Neville had no doubt that Regulus would climb across the table after him if the opportunity presented itself. He only wanted to put that off as much as he could.

“What can I do for you?”

Neville asked, taking his attention off of your husband. He still found himself cringing at the thought of Regulus being your husband. Knowing that you were having the man’s baby, made Neville feel even more sick to his stomach.

You reached for your work bag and took out some papers.

“What if I told you that I could put your parents right?”

Neville frowned.

“Do it. I would tell you to do it. Why?”

You blinked a few times.

“Well, I may have created a potion that could fix memory curses in the most severe form. It's never been tested. In theory, it should work…if I have done my calculations correctly.”

Neville stood quietly for a moment.

“Do it. What are you waiting for?”

“I have to have your permission. I couldn’t just drug them and be like surprise! That would be unethical. We thought about trying it out on Lockhart but nobody really wanted that.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair. Both he and Remus were staring at each other in total surprise from the moment the conversation started.

“When have you had time to do this, love?”

Glancing back to Regulus, you shrugged.

“What do you think I am doing when I can’t sleep? When something is important, you make time.”

Neville, meanwhile, held his hand up. He didn’t have time to listen to any explanations. The thought of having his parents back was everything he had ever wanted. Seeing Harry and yourself have your parents come back had given him some hope that Alice and Frank could be restored too.

When they remained as they were, Neville quickly began to lose faith. Now here you stood offering the possibility of being able to help. That was all that Neville needed to hear. He didn’t care about any outcomes other than having his mother and father in complete control of their minds.

“Excuse me, but back to my parents. Where do I sign and when can we do it”

You held out the paper with all of the information.

“If it doesn't work, there could be…”

Neville cut you off.

“I don’t care. It isn’t like they have much of a life anyway.”

Neville snatched the paper out of your hand before scribbling his name. James and Lily came back with Siruis who had located the crisps you had sent him off for.

“What’s going on?”

James asked. Remus turned to his friend with a proud smile.

“Time to see if your child be a genius.”

“Or a bloody failure.”

You added. Neville was nearly jumping up and down white pointing to the door.

“Let's go! I’ll meet you there.”

He disappeared without another word. You reached down for your bag before meeting your family’s gaze.

“Well, are you lot coming to either watch me succeed or fail?”

Ginny and Harry were on their feet while Regulus stood up and went off for your coat.

“If this works…”

Harry started but stopped as you turned to him.

“It will be time to update my Chocolate Frog.”

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staryscorner · 5 hours ago

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When they see that you've been Sh

Warning: Mention of blood and self h@rm/cvtt!ng

Characters: Gyeong seok, Jung bae, Jun ho, The Salesman, Sae byeok-

Pt1 | Pt2

Gyeong seok-

Since moving in with Gyeong seok life has gotten a bit tougher for you; having way more responsibilities than what you’re used to, especially now since you have a cute step daughter who you love with all your heart, but it was something completely new and you thought you were doing a bad job. So to relieve some of the worries you began to sh. The pain washed the worries away. Then one day when you were playing with Na-Yeon your sleeves went up a bit and she had notices come red marks on your skin.

“Mama what’s that?” she said pointing at your arms.

You put your hands behind your back

“It's nothing sweetheart I just got a little boo boo just dont tell daddy ok?”

She just nodded and continued to play with her toys.

The next day it was Gyeong seok’s turn to take Na-Yeon to school.

While he was in a small conversation with her a cat appeared in front of her and she began to pet it and said.

“Papa, Mama said to keep this a secret but imma tell you. She had red marks on her arms. It looked like a kitty gave her a boo boo.

After hearing those words Gyeong seok knew that something was wrong. After dropping his daughter off he ran home to see if what he thought was true.

You were cooking dinner and suddenly someone barged into the front door.

“Let me see your arms”

“Why do you need to see my arms”

“Just show them to me.” He said in a stern voice.

You had no other choice but to show him

“Why are you doing this!?”

“Well I thought you might not want to be with me anymore if I was a bad mother so to cope I began to do this” You said almost whispering

“Why would I ever leave you for that reason? I married you for a reason because you're perfect in my eyes. I'm also learning to be a father and loving husband everyday so don't think you're going through all of this alone.” He said as he held you in a long embrace.

You were in his arms crying like a baby

“I love you” He whispered in your ear

“I love you too”

Jung bae-

Although he’s always bubbly there's a serious side that would show at times and that time was now. He accidentally came into to the room as you were getting dressed and saw your bruised body

“Y/N! WHO HIT YOU”

You looked at him standing at the door and realized that you forgot to lock it. He came in and sat next to you as he asked to see the bruises on your body.

“I did this to myself” you looked down feeling ashamed of saying it out loud.

He looked at you the brave person he had met was now a shell of their former self

“I want to help you so please don't do this to yourself because when you hurt yourself you hurt me as well.

He then helped you finish getting dressed and soon made you dinner before you both cuddled to sleep.

Jun ho-

He knew something was wrong (he’s literally a cop) so when you started to wear long baggy shirts he had to find out what was going on.

So he asked you one day out of nowhere if you wanted to go on a vacation. He never told you where but he did say it would be a surprise. So after the long car ride you woke to the smell of the ocean and the sun beaming on you. You used to love the beach but now It was your worst fear.

He led you to the beach house that his family owned and after bringing all the louage in it was finally time to head to the beach. As he was waiting for you to come out of the bathroom he wondered if he was maybe overthinking things. When he heard the door creak you still had a baggy shirt over your bathing suit.

“Aren't you going to go into the water?”

“Well um maybe not this time.” you said

“But you love going into the beach just take you have your bathing suit under right so just take it off”

As he was playfully lifting up your shirt he saw multiple cuts on from your stomach to your chest. You quickly pulled it down and just looked down.

“Is that the reason why you didn't want to go in… Babe, why didn't you tell me sooner.”

“Well…. because you have work and you seem to be busy”

“But I always have time for you. You mean everything to me and I want you to rely on me.”

“How about we get those bandaged up and later we can go out and have a dinner date near the beach.” He said wanting to make it up to you.

“I’d love that” You said giving him a kiss”

The Salesman-

He loves to see the blood of his enemies fall, but not you he cares so much for you. He noticed that there would be blood drops on the bathroom floor which made him install hidden cameras in the house. When he would go back to check them he would see you enter the bathroom and come out after a few minutes with bandages all over your legs and arms.

So on the day’s that you're not home he looks all over the house finding all the hidden blades and would slowly start removing them one by one until there was none. He even removed anything else that could be used. He even came home sooner so he could keep you company in the evening.

“What are you doing so early here”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you honey~”

Without you realizing it you had stopped and it was now a thing of the past.

Sae byeok-

She took it the hardest. Having someone that she loved dearly being in pain hurt her so much.

When she first saw the cuts and scars on your body she was mad, not at you but at herself for not knowing sooner.

“I’m so sorry babe, how can I even call myself your girlfriend if I can't even protect you”

She kept apologizing non stop. You didn't want to see her like this. She was such a fearless woman and she was blaming herself for something that you did to yourself, it felt like a dagger to the heart.

You kneeled down and cupped her face with your hands

“Hey! Please don't blame yourself for this.”

After saying that you got up and went to your shared bedroom and grabbed all the blades and brought them to where she is and you just threw them straight into the trash can. I don't want you to suffer for something that I did so please stop apologizing.”

You then went down and kissed her forehead. “I promise I'll stop this…for you.”

Hear is pt2!!! =^▿^= If you have any other characters you guys want please suggest them!! :3

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mommyslittlebird · 1 day ago

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Fairytale

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Request: i had a thought of where wanda / step mom wanda comforts reader after a bad day and a lot angst and fluff too

CW: Stepmom/Stepdaughter, themes of depression, spoilers for the Disney movie Tangled (??)

Word Count: 2k (whoops this was supposed to be a drabble. Whatever.)

A/N: Thank you for the request! This takes place when R was 18 before she left for school, so a prequel to the main story of Her Special Girl.

A/N: Fuck my original A/N here that said this one isn't good. This one is cute and I like it.

It was pouring when you finally got home from work. You walked into the house in your uniform, soaked from the rain.

You saw Wanda in the kitchen, fixing dinner. She’s a wonderful cook, but in your current state the food made your stomach turn. You felt nauseous. You hadn’t eaten all day at work, but you still couldn’t imagine eating anything.

Your dad was at the table reading a newspaper. He didn’t acknowledge you’d come home.

“Hey, little love!” Wanda chimed excitedly, but her face falls when her eyes meet yours. You looked terrible, eyes sunken in, dark with exhaustion. You couldn’t even bring yourself to give her a smile. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You didn’t respond, trying to escape to the privacy of your bedroom before the emotions of the day spilled out of you. You dashed up the stairs.

Your dad set down his newspaper with a frustrated thud. He moved to get up and reprimand you for ignoring your stepmother, but Wanda stopped him.

“Vis, you just make sure my pasta doesn’t burn. I’ll take care of it.”

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She found you in your room, curled up in the center of the bed. You were still wearing your wet and dirty work clothes, but you’d thrown on one of Wanda’s hoodie. It practically swallowed you with how big it was. The sight melted Wanda’s heart.

“Sweetheart?” She called into the room. You turned over in bed, hiding your face in the hoodie. She came to sit next to on the bed, rubbing gentle circles on the back you’d turned on her. She could feel then that you were crying. You were silent, but she could feel the erratic way you were breathing as your chest heaved. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s okay. Mama’s here. Mama’s got you honey. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you cried weakly. “I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s just… everyday is like this. I just wake up with this feeling of despair, and then I go to work and everything is so loud and there’s too many smells and I have to pretend to be happy while I make everyone’s coffee, but I’m just so so tired. I feel like my mind and body are screaming and crying for someone to help me, but this is just my life and no one is coming to save me.”

Wanda pulled you into her lap, not caring that you were still soaking wet. She shushed your cries and rocked you back and forth, letting you ramble and sob into her arms. She tucked your wet hair under her chin, pulling you to her chest so you could feel the gentle beating of her heart. “Shhshsh, let it all out honey. You’re home now. Mama’s got you.”

“All I can do is escape to this white knight fairytale where things are different, and I have friends again, and I don’t have to go on like this. But I’m just being repeatedly ripped out of that fairytale and pulled back into this awful reality I have no choice but to live in. I’m a high school drop out, all my friends left me, I hate my job but I’m just going to hate any job that takes up so much of my time. I can pretend all I want that things are or will be different but this is real life and I’m miserable! I’m miserable and I’m going to be like this until I die!” You sobbed, breathlessly heaving into Wanda’s chest.

Wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She wished she could be your white knight, take you somewhere far away where you didn’t have to worry about all of the awful things happening in your life. She couldn’t imagine what your situation must feel like right now, hopelessly trying to claw your way out of a well you’re stuck at the bottom of. There were things she was working with you on. You were going to get your GED at the end of the year, but it was still going to be another year before you could even start applying to colleges. The road was going to be long, but she was confident you’d pull through.

That wasn’t what you needed right now, though. You didn’t need to hear her say that just maybe, in a whole two years, you might be able to get your life back on track. You needed something now. You needed something to get you through the night.

“How about this,” she proposed, holding your teary face in her hands. “You take a nice warm shower and get all nice and clean while I go downstairs and finish dinner for your dad and the boys. And then I’ll come back up here with some mac and cheese and some chicken nuggets and we have a special girls’ night?”

You sniffled hesitantly, unsure if you could handle it all: the shower, the food, the company. But in the end, you nodded. Your only other option was to sit in here, alone, withering away in your cold work uniform.

“That’s my sweet girl,” she cooed, pinching you lightly on the cheek. “I’ll pick out some pjs for you and get your water running. One step at a time, angel. I know it’s hard, but you can do this.” She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, and walked off to start your shower.

It felt insurmountable, but you got up, washed yourself off in the shower, and dried off before putting on the pajamas Wanda set out for you. On top, there was a fresh one of her sweatshirts for you to wear. You threw it on, inhaling her sweet scent with your arms up to your nose. You made your way back into your bedroom.

Within five minutes of you getting back, Wanda came knocking on your door with some mac and cheese and microwave chicken nuggets. Your stomach turned at the sight of the food. Even your safest meal felt nauseating.

“I know you don’t wanna eat, love, but you’ve gotta try and eat at least a little bit for me, okay? We’ll start with two nuggets and half of the mac and cheese,” she says.

You nodded, reluctantly taking the plate and working on your mac and cheese.

“Now, I think it’s time for a movie and some cuddles, don’t you think?” Wanda asked, already setting up the pillows and blankets on the bed. “What would you like to watch?”

You shrugged, unable to think of anything helpful while fighting your stomach for cooperation. “You pick.”

Wanda gave you a soft smile of understanding. She understood the inability to make a decision, and she was more than happy to make one in your stead. She ended up putting Tangled on the small tv in your room.

She sat against your headboard, legs spread and tapped the space in between, welcoming you to sit. When you did, she threw your favorite blanket over your shoulders and set your favorite stuffed animal, Thomas, in your lap. You rested your chin on his head.

“Do you want me to braid your hair like Rapunzel’s?” She asked once you’d gotten to the hair brushing scene.

You buried your face into Thomas. “I-I didn’t wash it in the shower,” you admitted shamefully. It needed to be washed after being in the rain, but you were out of energy.

“That’s okay,” she assured without judgement, starting a French braid on your dirty, wet hair. “We’ll put some dry shampoo in it in the morning.” She braided your hair with you curled up between her legs, tying it off with a little pink ribbon.

“If I were Rapunzel, I’d let you climb up my hair,” you said when she finished, leaning back against her chest.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, giggling at your silly antidote and kissing the back of your head. “You would?”

You nodded against her shoulder. “Yeah. Not dad though.”

Wanda smiled and giggled again. “You just want your tower to be me and you? No one else?”

You shook your head. “Just me and mama, in our tower together.”

She huffed out a laugh. “Just you and mama in a tower, huh? I can definitely get behind that. What would we do in our tower all day?”

You shrugged. “You could braid my hair, and we could sings songs, read books together, paint the walls, snuggle in our bed. We could do whatever we wanted really.”

She smiled, noting that you had said ‘our bed’, implying your dream castle only had one bed for the two of you to share. “So they would be no one to stop me from doing this?” She turned your head with her hand and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You looked at her for just a moment before chasing her lips again. And again. And again.

She giggled. “Okay, honey. That’s enough.” She certainly didn’t mind the kisses, but she knew you’d spend the whole movie kissing her if she let you. And she still had plans.

You curled back up in her lap. Right. You were letting yourself get lost in fairytale again. You weren’t in a tower in the forest with no one else. You were in real life, with your father and step-brothers in the rooms surrounding you. Wanda wasn’t your handsome rogue, she was your stepmother. This wasn’t a quirky pairing between a theft and a princess. This was a disgustingly taboo relationship that would ostracize you from everyone in your life if they found out.

Wanda wrapped her arms back around you, pulling you close. “Hey, princess,” she said, kissing your temple. She sensed your discomfort and could immediately tell what you were thinking. She wanted to stay with you in this fairytale for just a little longer. It couldn’t be forever, of course, but you could play pretend, for now. “We don’t have to leave our tower just yet. We have until morning, just the two of us.”

“M-morning?” You asked. Wanda always had to leave early in the night. She had to go back her room so your dad wouldn’t get suspicious.

She stroked your hair, slicking back the frizzy hairs that escaped your braid. “I told your dad that you’re not feeling well and I was gonna stay in here tonight.” She pointed to the packed air mattress on the floor. She had no plans of sleeping on it, of course, but she needed to make the lie believable.

You looked at her with wide teary eyes, unable to believe she’d do such kind thing for you, even when the risk of it was so high. She just returned the look with a soft smile and redirected your attention to the movie.

The movie was nearing the end, specifically when they finally get to see the lanterns and light on of their own. Wanda leaned forward and kissed your neck, using her hand to direct your head up to the ceiling. She turned on the fairy lights that lined the ceiling. They’d been there since you were a teenager, but you never turned them on. Most days you forgot they were there. She turned them to a setting with a gentle twinkle.

You were so overcome with love, you flipped yourself around in her lap so you were straddling her legs and wrapping your arms loosely around her neck. You felt like your entire body was buzzing with electricity when she pulled you down by the back of your neck into a kiss. A real kiss this time, not just the pecks she was giving you earlier. You whimpered against her lips.

“Shh, angel,” she whispered against you, advising you to quiet down before she had to stop. You slipped your hands under the hem of her shirt, tugging on it in a silent request. “Sweetheart, we can’t…” she said sadly but firmly. There was no way she could fuck you while everyone else was still home, no matter how badly she wanted to.

“I know,” you assured. “I don’t want to. Just let me feel you. Please.”

She looked in your pleading eyes, now twinkling in the fairy lights. She sighed. She couldn’t deny you anything. She slipped the shirt off over her head, leaving her bare under you.

You smiled, lying down on top of her and rubbing your face against her soft exposed skin. She smiled down at you, affectionately wrapping her arms around you to rub your back.

“I love you, mama,” you said, nuzzling your face into her chest with the first genuine smile you’ve had all day.

“I love you too, baby,” she said, squeezing you into her and kissing the top of your head. She couldn’t fix everything for you, but, when you needed it most, she could give you your fairytale.

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bitethedevil · 1 day ago

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A House of Hope (Modern!AU Raphael x Tav): Chapter 2

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Fic summary: Tav lives at her mom's place after a tough break-up with her former boyfriend. Rent isn't cheap anywhere, but one day her mom finds her someone online who presents a tempting new living situation that won't break her bank account.

Tav moves into the Haven estate and becomes a part of Raphael's House of Hope project: a project that helps unfortunate souls to get back on their feet. Although, something is not quite right about the house and her fellow tenants. That's not to mention her odd landlord who seems to be hiding something...

AN: Raphael, our dear problematic landlord, is playing it safe in these first couple of chapters, but he will get so fucked up later on. For now we are setting the scene a bit more. NSFT stuff in the next chapter as Haarlep is properly introduced.

Tav yanked on the window to her bedroom. She pulled it closed but the handle would just not go down and let her keep it closed.

She had finally found something wrong with the apartment. She had been expecting toxic mold to hide somewhere behind the furniture, so she supposed that a broken window was really a minor fault.

She gave up on the stubborn window and instead felt the need to explore her new surroundings a little bit. She folded the map of the estate that Raphael had given her and put it in her back pocket.

When she opened the door to the shared entrance, she stepped out into a cloud of smoke. She blew it away and then looked for the source of it. A blonde, middle-aged woman who looked a bit worn out by life stood to the side of the doorway puffing on a cigarette.

“Sorry honey. Didn’t see you there,” the woman said in the hoarse, croaky voice of someone who had smoked their entire life. “You the new one?”

Tav nodded.

“I’m Tav,” she greeted. “Nice to meet you.”

“Linda,” the woman said curtly. “I live next door. Now…”

A beat of silence came as Linda took another long drag from the cigarette between her boney fingers. Tav looked at her for a moment and a smile tugged on her lips from the slight awkwardness of the pause that was just a moment too long.

“I won’t stop you from listening to loud music,” Linda continued after letting out a trail of smoke. “but I’ve got a heart condition, so be considerate of that. No blasting loud music out of nowhere. Turn the volume up gradually, you hear?”

Tav nodded again with a polite smile.

“I’ll remember that.”

She watched Linda’s bright turquoise nails tickled at her nose as she took another deep drag from the cigarette, all while she was watching her skeptically through her matching turquoise eyelids.

Tav’s eyes lingered on the cigarette for a moment. She cleared her throat.

“I know it’s not nice to test the hospitality of my neighbors from the get-go, but could I maybe borrow a cigarette?” Tav asked.

Linda blew out a cloud of smoke and slowly retrieved her pack from the maroon fanny pack around her waist. She opened the lid so she could take one. Tav placed it in her mouth and then looked from Linda’s face to her fanny pack.

“Could I borrow a lighter too?” Tav asked when she made no move to hand her one.

Linda fiddled with her bag at the same slow pace before pulling out a lighter and lighting the cigarette for her.

“Are you capable of smoking it yourself or do you need assistance with that too?” Linda quipped.

Tav grinned and took a drag of the cigarette. The nicotine made her body relax immediately.

She could already tell that she would like Linda. She knew her type because her old neighborhood had been filled with Lindas. She always had a weakness for those no-bullshit, chain-smoking ladies who you could see from the first glance had seen some shit in their life.

They should not be underestimated. They were always brutally honest, and they always had all the gossip.

Linda looked her up and down and narrowed her eyes in thought.

“Yeah, you’re a pretty one,” Linda mused. “It won’t take long, no…Not long indeed.”

“For what?”

“For the master of the house to try and get in your pants,” Linda answered casually. “If he can get his cock out of Raha for even a second, that is. She’s a nympho. Watch out for that one. She’s one of those bisexuals or what you call them.”

Tav’s eyes widened, and she grinned at the candidness of her words.

“Yeah?” Tav said, a bit lost for words. “Interesting. Raphael a bit too old for me, I’m afraid.”

“He’s too old for Raha too but that doesn’t stop him,” Linda said with a huff and put out her cigarette. “Have you met with the others yet?”

Tav shook her head and took another drag of her cigarette.

“I’ve seen you and someone named John,” she said. “That’s it.”

“John has dementia,” Linda said bluntly. “He doesn’t talk much anymore. You haven’t met Raha and Oscar then. Raha is the nympho, Oscar is…”

She put her finger to her head and made the universal sign for craziness.

“I see,” Tav said. “Are you all close?”

“You’ve got to stay close in this madhouse,” Linda sighed. “We meet in the chapel usually. I’ll take you there.”

They went to the chapel. It was a piece of beautiful architecture, but it was very clear that it had not been used as a chapel for quite some time. Some of the benches had been arranged around tables that had been pulled inside from elsewhere.

Except for the fresco on the ceiling, the stained glass on the windows, and the cross on the wall, the chapel just looked like a well-used room for socializing and shared activities.

The three other residents were already in there.

John that she had met earlier was there, eating a pastry of some sort with shaking hands. Next to him sat a younger man in his thirties, who she guessed was Oscar.

Oscar was nervously biting at his nailbeds. He was brown-haired and looked up at her with the most beautiful and vivid green eyes she had ever seen. His eyes flicked over her.

Next to Oscar sat who could only be Raha: a gorgeous young woman with olive skin, dark hair and even darker eyes. She was playing with Oscar’s hair, which he seemed quite uncomfortable with.

“Everyone, Tav,” Linda said and gestured to her. “Tav, everyone. Come sit with us. Sit next to John. He doesn’t bite.”

Tav sat down and John turned to look at her with slight confusion.

“Maria?” John spoke quietly in a hoarse voice, his eyes lighting up a bit.

Linda gave a sympathetic sigh.

“Maria died, John,” Linda said in a loud voice so that the elderly man could hear her better. “This is a new one. Tav.”

“Tav…” John mumbled before returning his eyes to the pastry in his hands.

“Maria had your apartment before,” Linda explained and lit another cigarette. “Nice girl. She was about your age, which is why John’s confused. Tragic what happened to her… Aneurysm. It can even happen to the young ones.”

Tav noticed how Oscar’s eyes narrowed at that statement for some reason. He looked at Tav. His eyes flicked just above her head for some reason. He stared for a moment. Instinctively, Tav fixed her hair, expecting to find a leaf that had landed on her or something, but there was nothing. Oscar looked her in the eyes again.

“Did you already sign?” Oscar asked quietly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tav answered. “Signed just about an hour ago. I’ll live next to Linda.”

“A pity,” Oscar mumbled in a dark tone.

Linda rolled her eyes and then looked at Tav, as if to tell her not to take him seriously.

“What do you do, Tav?” Raha asked in an almost sultry tone. “Are you going to work here with us?”

“Uh, no,” she answered. “I already have a job, so… I have lectures to go to, so I can’t really avoid going into town anyway. My workplace isn’t far from where I study.”

Raha smiled and nodded. Her canines looked unnaturally sharp as she smiled. Her eyes trailed down to look at Tav’s cleavage. Tav pulled up the neckline of her shirt a bit and cleared her throat.

“Do you all work here?”

“Yes,” Raha said and reluctantly pulled her eyes away from Tav’s tits. “We all have our duties around here. Oscar fixes things and takes care of the garden, John is an assistant of sorts, Linda cleans…”

“And you?” Tav asked.

Raha’s gave her another toothy smile.

“A bit of this and a bit of that…” she said in a suggestive tone. “Mostly I just keep the master of the house happy.”

“Mhm,” Tav said with a nod and quickly changed the subject. “So…why is it that you all meet out here? I thought I saw a meeting room for the tenants on the map…”

“He doesn’t come here,” Oscar quickly said. “Raphael never comes out here.”

“That’s not to say that we hate the boss,” Linda quickly added and looked at Tav. “But he can be a bit controlling and nitpicky at times. Sometimes it’s nice to have a separation between church and state, so to say. A space where you can get away for a bit.”

“Makes sense, I suppose,” Tav mumbled.

“Speaking of churches,” Linda said and pointed to the corner of the room. “If you are religious there’s a little altar and some candles over there. No one but John really uses it, but he can share.”

Tav looked to where she was pointing and then nodded. There was a table with some candles and a small cross on it. She had never been particularly religious, so it didn’t matter a whole lot to her.

Linda checked the turquoise watch around her wrist.

“I’ve got work duty,” Linda said and took a final drag of her cigarette before putting it out. “Oscar, can’t you take care of the new one? Walk her back to her apartment and keep Raha away from her.”

Raha moved her hand to her heart in mock-offense at her words.

“Don’t be jealous, Lin,” Raha purred. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”

Linda huffed at her before walking out. Tav looked at Oscar and gave him a polite smile. He sighed before getting up from his seat.

“Come on then.”

“Hey about what you said earlier,” Tav said. “What did you mean by that? That it was a pity?”

Oscar was taking her through a huge garden. It was a different route than the one Linda had taken her on. The gardens were just as perfectly kept and beautiful as the rest of the house.

Oscar gave a small shrug.

“I’m not supposed to say.”

“Come on, now,” Tav urged. “Did I make a mistake by signing?”

Oscar looked at her with those green eyes of his. There was a tinge of sadness in his eyes and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter,” he sighed. “There’s no way out now anyway.”

“Please. Give me something. Moving brings enough anxiety in itself. I just want to know what I’m walking into. Is this all a scam? I had a feeling that it was.”

Oscar gave a long, tired sigh and shook his head.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me. Please.”

He considered her for a moment. Their surroundings were beginning to look familiar now, meaning that they couldn’t be far from her apartment.

“Would you believe me if I said that you will never escape from here again?” Oscar said in a hushed tone. “That I’m not as crazy as the others make me out to be…that there is something seriously wrong with this place and…him.”

“Raphael?”

“Yes,” he said in an even quieter tone. “He’s not human, and I mean that in the most literal sense. Something is wrong with this place.”

Tav gave a sympathetic nod. She had dealt with people similar to him before. She had seen people with drug-induced psychoses. Drugs sometimes made her feel a little crazy too. Hallucinations, auditory and visual, and the delusions…

She was trying to determine what kind of crazy Oscar was.

“I see,” she said softly. “What is he then?”

“He’s not from here,” Oscar muttered and then looked at her with growing defeat in his eyes as he watched her expression. “You don’t believe me,” he said with a sad smile. “That’s alright…Just…take care. Your apartment is over there.”

Oscar pointed at her front door and then left before she could say anything. Now she felt terrible. She had not meant to be patronizing, just understanding. She sighed and walked in.

There was a letter stuck to the door of her apartment. She took it off before walking inside. It looked very official with a red wax seal and everything.

She opened it. It was an invitation to have dinner with Raphael.

Tav was led into the grand dining room of the estate by John who had greeted her at the door. The dining room was as lavish as the rest of the house. There were candles lit everywhere, shining their orange light over the gold and red furniture of the room.

The table was already set. It seemed that it was just going to be Raphael and her. Raphael lit up when he saw her. She self-consciously adjusted her clothes.

“I feel severely underdressed,” she said with an embarrassed chuckle. “My things haven’t gotten here yet, so…”

“Nonsense,” Raphael said. “You look fine just how you are. Please, sit.”

She sat down. Raphael took his seat at the head of the table.

“This is simply a little tradition we have here,” Raphael explained. “I find it useful to get to know who lives underneath my roof. Don’t feel nervous, dear. It is not an interrogation. Just dinner.”

“Just dinner,” she repeated with a nod. “Well. I’m an open book.”

Raphael poured a glass of wine for her and then himself.

“Let us get the unpleasantries out of the way, hm?” he said. “I was curious about this former boyfriend of yours. Your mother told me of his unsavory occupation. I trust he won’t be an issue for us?”

“No, no. It’s done and over with. He won’t come here or anything.”

“Good,” Raphael said with a smile. “His presence may prove difficult for one of our tenants. I won’t gossip, but you are not the only one who has had trouble with narcotics.”

“Okay,” Tav said with a tight smile and held up a hand to stop him. “I want to explain myself, because I feel like my mom might have filled your ears with her usual overexaggerated stories. I’m not really a drug addict.”

“No?” Raphael asked and took a bite of his food.

“No, not really,” she continued. “I did drugs, yes, but I wasn’t…’addicted’ to cocaine or to weed or to LSD or whatever. I just needed a little escape from reality every now and again, that’s all. I distanced myself from it when I felt like I was losing control over it. I’m clean now.”

Raphael gave a thoughtful hum and swirled the wine in his glass. He looked her over and a smile tugged on his lips.

“You would not say that a continuous craving for an escape or distractions is an addiction in itself?” Raphael challenged.

She bit the inside of her cheek in slight annoyance with how he pressed the subject. Also, in annoyance with how truthful that statement had described her former problems, but she would never admit that. She forced a small smile.

“I suppose,” she said with a shrug. “What can I say? I get bored easily and I have a hard time dealing with it. That’s all it is.”

She had always felt that way. She needed to be fully engaged in something interesting for her to feel like she was even alive. She needed something to obsess over. When she did drugs, everything was interesting. It was a nice replacement for a while, but at some point, even that became boring.

“Well, I can assure you that you won’t be bored here,” he said with a smile. “What were you trying to escape from, I wonder? Your boyfriend, perhaps?”

She shook her head.

“Just life, I suppose,” she said with a sigh. “No, Luke was fine. Nicest and most understanding boyfriend I have ever had, actually. I told him I couldn’t be with him because he did drugs. The truth is that I couldn’t be with him because I did drugs. He was a bit of a pushover, so telling him not to sell to me when I asked him didn’t really work, unfortunately.”

“Sounds like a painful separation,” he said.

“It was…” she said. “But it’s all over now. The relationship and the drugs. Things will be very different…”

She didn’t understand why she was telling him all of this, but still, she did. She felt as if she constantly needed to explain herself these days. It was as if she had a big brand on her forehead that said ‘addict’ and it was her new life’s purpose to explain that to everyone.

She cleared her throat.

“What about you?” she asked.

Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“What about me?”

“Who are you?” Tav asked and took a bite of her food. “Other than a very charitable landlord, I mean.”

Raphael leaned back in his seat and swirled the wine in his glass with a smirk.

“Your new neighbors haven’t spoken to you about me? I find that difficult to believe.”

“Only very little,” Tav said. “I’m sure your answer is different from theirs, anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he purred. “Though I am still very curious about what they have said so far.”

Tav took a long sip of her wine, which gave her a moment to think about what she could say without getting her fellow tenants into trouble. They all worked for him, after all. She didn’t want to jeopardize anyone’s livelihood or living accommodations by accident.

“Well,” Tav finally said and cleared her throat. “I got the idea that you are pretty close with your tenants. Other than that, it was mostly sort of confusing statements. Oscar believes you’re an alien or something, which wasn’t super helpful information.”

He let out a hearty laugh at that. Tav smiled and laughed along with him.

“He’s a very imaginative boy that one,” he said in an amused tone. “I believe he thinks I’m the devil. That is the usual warning he gives to newcomers.”

“The devil? Wow,” Tav said with a chuckle. “What did you do to earn that title?”

Raphael gave an almost coy shrug and sipped his wine.

“I pride myself on my ability to help people, but it is hard to do so when someone does not want to be helped. I suppose I might have lost my temper once but believe me when I say that it was only because I cared about what happened to our dear Oscar.”

Tav nodded in understanding as he explained.

“He is a very sweet and smart young man…whenever he remembers to take his medicine, that is, which is less and less these days. Though you will have no trouble with him. Even when he is off his medication, he has never been known to be violent or troublesome.”

“I see,” Tav said. “You still haven’t answered my original question though.”

Raphael gave her another shrug.

“It is a difficult question to answer,” he said. “I am many things, and I have my fingers in many pies, as they say. There is no set job description, but I can assure you that the most important work I do, I do here. Nothing is as rewarding as seeing my residents just…blossom.”

He smiled at her. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. A glint in his eye or something. She wasn’t sure. There was definitely something up with this man, she felt. She brushed it off for now.

Raphael poured her more wine and continued their chat for a while before Tav headed home to sleep her first night in her new home.

It was getting dark outside. Tav was making her bed when she heard an odd noise. She paused her movements for a moment, but it seemed as if the noise disappeared the moment she did so. She shook her head and wrote it down as her being jittery over sleeping someplace new.

She tried closing the troublesome window again. She grabbed the handle and pulled it shut, but it would still not go all the way down. She tried yanking harder on it, but nothing happened. She pulled harder on the handle, but then it would not go down at all.

She sighed and once again gave up.

She pulled her pants off and got under the covers. She gave a small sigh of relief as she lay down on the bed. It felt as if her spine aligned for the first time in months. The mattress was the perfect balance of firm and soft against her back.

She turned off the light. The moment she did, the noise returned.

It seemed to come from outside. It was a low, windy, moaning sound. She didn’t feel like getting up, so she squinted and looked out of the dysfunctional window. She could see on the trees and bushes of the barely lit garden, that there was no wind that was making the noise.

She was too tired and too comfortable to care at that moment. The house was ancient, after all. It was bound to make weird noises every now and again. She brushed it off and closed her eyes.

She quickly drifted into that state between being awake and being asleep. The noise became louder and clearer. She could have sworn that it suddenly sounded like a thousand people wailing and wheezing in despair.

Sleep quickly seemed to swallow her whole regardless.

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