#I like how you made her hair rounded at the bottom. it reminds me of Mabel pines

[jayke0]

Sorry, Love

Summary: You and Steven had discussed the idea of somno, but never actually gotten round to doing it... until now.

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Rating: 18+ obvs, nsfw

Warnings/content: somno, desperate and pervy Steven, male masturbation, humping, mentions of using/being used, rubbing pussy with cock (idk what that's called), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie.

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The idea of touching you in your sleep seemed somewhat alien to Steven. He couldn't grasp the thought that you'd want to be touched by him when you aren't even able to feel the pleasure yourself. However, the more he tossed the thought around in his head, the more excited he'd become with it. Of course, you explained the ins and outs of it to him (literally), and it's not like he's a novice at reading the signs from your body... hell, he's probably better at it than you on some occasions.

One night, after a considerable serving of vegan lasagna, you fall asleep on the couch with your head resting in Steven's lap, and that's when he's reminded of your conversation. His cock stirs under your head while he gently plays with your hair, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in hesitation. Carefully, his hand glides over his joggers and grips the outline of his cock to squeeze lightly and get himself hard; which isn't difficult. His other fingers trace your facial features, feather light touches contrasting with the grip he has around his buldge.

She's so pretty when she sleeps. He thinks to himself, a soft pant leaving his lips as he simultaneously runs his thumb over your bottom lip and the tip of his cock. Sliding his hand into his joggers, he pulls his cock out finally and gives himself a few harsh tugs. Your face is just centimetres away from his cock while he pumps his fist around himself, staring at your beautiful features. His thumb swipes over the tip again and that's when he lets out a soft moan of your name, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip in an attempt to not wake you with his noises.

It feels really good doing this, perversely good, he continues to think to himself, she has no bloody idea, not a clue in the world-

His hand starts moving faster, the intervals in which he teases the tip of his cock now becoming shorter.

I wanna cum all over her face- shit- I'm gonna cum on her.

His chest heaves, and just as quickly as he'd gotten hard, he cums over his hand and your face with strained moans, making sure to get it on your lips. The sight in itself would be enough to make him hard again, but he doesn't want to push his luck, or run the risk of freaking you out.

A few days later, he divulges what he did to your face, and much to his surprise (even after the discussion about it), you're not mad at him.

"Steven, i told you that it's ok, it's... hot" you say, chuckling a little bit as you finish your pancakes he'd lovingly made for you.

"God, are you sure? Please tell me if it made you uncomfortable, i mean yeah it was a good wank but i wouldn't want it to be at the expense of your comfor-"

"Steven! Shut up" you say as your hands land on his face, stroking his cheeks with your fingers which soothes him, "i like it, ok?"

"Right- yeah of course, sorry, Love." Steven presses his nose into the palm of your hand, closing his eyes to enjoy your touch.

"You can do more than that, too" you add and gently move your hands down his toned arms to his hands, which are still fidgetting in his lap "i wouldn't mind it if you wanted to touch me, y'know, in all the places you like." You bring his hands up to touch your chest while your eyes linger on his, the gesture making his body falter and his shoulders drop a little in submission.

"You know how to touch me, Steven, so do it, use me."

Those words make steven visibly shiver, you always know how to loosen him up and get him comfortable, and that's one of the things he loves the most about you.

Even so, after a week of waiting, Steven still hasn't taken the opportunity to indulge in his fantasies... even after multiple occasions where you've made yourself fall asleep before him with nothing but a baggy t-shirt on in hopes you'd wake up with his cock burried inside you.

As you get ready for bed and pull that same old baggy shirt on, you notice something is up with steven, almost like he's feeling on edge or ansty; but you know that look, the way his eyes rake over your body and his tongue laps at his lips, he wants you, and bad.

You take that as an opportunity as your tummy fills with butterflies; maybe if you leave him like this, he'll finally act on his impulses and fuck you awake, so that's exactly what you do. Walking right past him, you get into bed and snuggle under the sheets, though the way your body is already reacting with excitement makes it hard for you to drift off, but eventually you do.

Many thoughts roam around Steven's psyche, ranging from she wants this, she's told me she's ok with it, to oh god what if she doesn't though and i misinterpreted it. Despite his doubts, however, the urge has grown too strong, and once he carefully removes the covers from your body, he's reassured by the position you've chosen to fall asleep in.

With no underwear on and your right leg coming up to your belly, your ass is perfectly exposed to him, and he can see the way your slick glistens in the dim light of the moon. The sight makes his half hard cock twitch in his joggers, and slowly he crawls over to you, wrapping his whole body around you.

Now usually, that'd be the perfect position for steven to fall asleep in, because loves cuddling you more than anything in the world, but the way he can feel your ass pressing against his crotch makes that difficult for him. His breathing becomes laboured as he starts tentatively rolling his hips against you, the fabric rubbing against the tip of his cock in a way that he knows will stain them with his precum, but that's the last thing he cares about right now. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, and if you were awake you'd be able to feel his muscles constricting you in the best way, holding you in place while he uses you to get off.

His forehead rests on the back of your head, his fingers sliding over your skin and up to your chest where you cups one of your boobs; admittedly one of his favourite parts of your body. He circles your nipples with his index finger in the way that's been proven to work on you in the past, and even now, as your brain sleeps, your body pushes back on him, rocking your hips in time with his.

That gesture simply urges Steven on, and his worries soon melt away, leaving him with pure desire to use your body. His face burries in your neck before he starts talking quietly to himself... and maybe you, or at least your sleeping brain.

"Shit love, you have no idea how much i love this," he reaches down and takes his cock out of his joggers, sliding it between your thighs thanks to your arousal from just thinking about this scenario earlier. "Seems like you like it too... this what you wanted? Is this why you've been wearing nothing but this cute shirt?" He pants softly and his hips rock a little less haphazardly now, fucking your thighs like he does with your cunt. "God i wanna do this to you every night" he groans "i know how deep you sleep... wonder if you'd even wake up if i put it inside you.." he thinks outloud.

You stir a little, but not enough to wake, so Steven continues what he's doing and holds his cock to your hole "i wanna fuck you awake, love" he mumbles, though it's more of a whimper as he pushes in carefully but surprisingly easily "bloody hell, you really do like this, don't you?"

He pulls out slowly and pauses for a second before thrusting back into you again...

..And that's when you wake up.

Steven's whole body freezes against you when you tilt your head towards him, fear gripping his nerves as if he'd been caught robbing a bank.

"Fucking hell baby, finally" you groan sleepily to him, the tone of your voice a mixture of lust and sleepiness. "Been waiting for you to fuck me awake all week, Steven." You gaze at him with passion while your hand wraps around his wrist "keep fucking me baby, please."

That's all Steven needs before he starts thrusting into you again, his hips setting a desperate and fast pace as if he'd been holding back just for you. "Been wanting to fuck you like this all week, love" he mumbles, though it's more of a whimper "it's all I've been able to.. to think about." His groans are loud and breathy, so he buries his face in your neck in an attempt to hide it.

"You should've done it sooner-" your head rests back against his while moans fall from your own lips "I've touched myself thinking about this so many times baby" you add, which warrants a particularly loud moan from the man.

Sliding his hand down your tummy, he wiggles his fingers between your thighs to find that bundle of nerves, and when he does you buck your hips against his hand "fuck! Steven that's it- that's good.. shit you fuck me so well!-" Your grip becomes tighter on his wrist as your orgasm builds blindingly fast now; faster than you can tell him, but that's ok, he knows your body better than you.

"I can feel you, dove, please- ah- please cum for me, cum on my cock, darling-" it all comes out strained as steven holds back his own orgasm, his hips stuttering and holding on just long enough to feel you tighten around his cock. Your moans fill the room while your body convulses on him, his cock still mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm till you're shaking.

" 'm gonna cum love- shit!" Steven fills you with his arousal, your contracting cunt milking him fucking dry until he's twitching and whimpering with overstimulation.

You both stay still for a long time, calming down from your collective orgasms, and part of you wishes that you could just go back to sleep in his arms now.

Steven's the first to break the comfortable silence. "That really was great, darling" he mumbles softly with a yawn "are you ok?" He kisses your cheek and you turn to face him with a massive grin "more than ok, baby" you reply.

"Let's do that more often."

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Tagging people: @red-hydra @steven-grants-world @automnepoet @the-king-87 @lokisremainingsanity @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

#moon knight smut #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant smut #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #moon knight system #moon knight fanfiction

[luveline]

hi my love can you do ❛ you got me flowers? ❜ with the kbd universe? i feel like steve would get each of his loves a little gift for v day 🥰

luveline's valentine's mini party ♥︎

ty for your request!! kisses before dinner universe | this would be when all the girls are younger / dove is a baby baby. girl dad steve would spoil them so much im in love

You know why Steve wants to go out by himself on a Monday evening, but the girls don't understand it. 

"I want to come," Bethie says softly, hand on Steve's knee as he ties his shoelaces on the bottom step of the staircase. 

He looks at his mini-you and smiles at her. "I know, bub, but I gotta go by myself tonight. I'll be an hour at the most, you won't even have time to miss me." 

"I miss you now," she says. 

You laugh. You can practically see Steve melting, poor boy, resolve crumbling more and more as Bethie gives him the best puppy dog eyes she can manage. She pouts just a little. 

Steve holds his hands out and she walks into his arms.

"Don't say stuff like that," he says, clearly joking, "c'mon, Bethie. You want me to cry, is that it? Want me to get your pretty pyjamas wet with all my tears?" 

She laughs in his arms and pulls away as much as he'll let her. "No," she says through giggles. 

"No, I didn't think so," he says. 

He stands up and does the rounds, four kisses over all your foreheads. Bethie frowns. Dove smiles at him and tries to kiss him back where she's held to your chest. You squeak with a laugh at the pressure of his fierce peck. And Avery, who'd been lounging on the sofa, lifts her head as he leaves to ask, "Where are you going, dad?" 

"It's a secret!" Steve says. 

The girls try to bug it out of you while he's gone. When he comes back, they try to love it out of him with kisses and cuddles. But Steve is a pinnacle of strength, and the girls don't know where he went until the next morning. 

Steve wakes Bethie and Avery. You carry Dove down the stairs behind them, your baby having been well awake for hours now, and beam as you see what Steve's done to the kitchen. The room is filled with red helium balloons, twenty or more, with white ribbons hanging from them in curls. There's a bouquet of flowers for each daughter and they're all beautiful, though admittedly yours is the nicest, red roses in a box. You try not to think about the price, and you pretty much forget it when the girls see their flowers and start bouncing off the walls. 

Steve pushes the hair out of his face. You know he's trying to hide a smug smile. 

"Daddy," Bethie says, "you got me flowers?" 

"I got everybody flowers," he says. 

"Thank you!" Avery says, giving her cellophane wrapped bundle of carnations a last fervent glance before she bolts for Steve's legs. 

"You're welcome!" he cheers back, his smile growing bigger still as Bethie follows suit. 

He crouches down to hug them both, one arm each, and press kisses to the tops of their heads. 

"Happy Valentine's day, babies. You're my favourite girls in the whole world. I love you," he says, looking up at you from between their heads. 

He looks as lovely as he's ever looked like that, strong arms full of his kids, ecstatic to have made them happy. You know how lucky you are, you've never doubted it with him, but sometimes he reminds you like this and you wanna burst into tears. 

"Stevie, will you take her?" you ask. 

He looks confused, but he says, "Sure, pass her over." 

You give him Dove and walk out of the house. He gives you about three seconds before he's opening the door. 

"Baby?" he calls in concern. "Where are you going?"

You unlock your car and pull open the back door, where, in between car seats and toys and blankets, you've sequestered a bouquet of your own, and the biggest box of chocolates they had at Bradley's, which is huge. 

Steve is slack-jawed when you climb back up the steps and into the house. 

"Happy Valentine's day, handsome," you say gently. His card is full of things you'll tell him when the girls aren't around, how he's the best husband and the best father and your very best friend. For now, you push as much love as you can into those four words, and unload his gifts into his free arm. 

"This is like, ten pounds of chocolate," he says, stricken. 

"I knew you'd have to share," you say. 

He hikes Dove up higher. Her little hands are already pulling at the box of chocolates. Bethie stares up at you both with eyes shaped like hearts, and Avery shouts from the kitchen. 

"Mom, can I have one of your roses?" 

You lift your lips to Steve's for a kiss. 

"I love you," you say. You kiss him five times in a row for good luck, and to watch his eyes soften with love. "So much." 

"I love you more," he promises. 

You heave Bethie into your arms sudden to make her laugh and set out for the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?" she asks.

"Well, dad spent all our money on flowers, so we're having leaves and petals!" you declare. 

"Oh no," Bethie says. 

#kisses before dinner universe #dad!steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington x mom!reader #dad!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[grapejuicestyless]

i have been loving the song big black car by Gregory Alan Isakov lately and was wondering if you could write something based on it? maybe Conrad … maybe harry? this song reminds me of autumn and blurry scenes out of train windows and i would love to see what you could do with it xxx fluff or angst, whatever best suits your mood at the time ⭐️🧚🏻🫂 sending you loooots of love! thank you!!!! <3

Big Black Car

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Summery: “Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.” She laughed, pointing at the empty streets. Stepping in the puddles, I watch our reflection bend. She sticks out her tongue, but I can only frown. I understand now that no matter how this ends she will forever haunt me. I’ll see her smile in the rain and hear her voice in the breeze. She was a phonograph, I was a kid. She was everything, and yet nothing.

ANGST

(I might write an alternate version thats fluffy lmk if thats something you would want <3)

I rode in red train cars with the patterned seats from the nineties. I read the novels my friends recommend me and I bit at my nails until they bleed. I leave red stains from my lipstick on my skin when I pull away, and I admire the leaves that stick to the cement.

I don’t mind the chill or the way my nose burns in the late November air. It reminds me of the holidays, big sweaters and sweet n’ low sugar in dirty coffee cups. I don’t complain about the dirt on my shoes or the wetness on the bottom of my jeans. I don’t care about how wild my hair is or how my smile is crooked and my freckles are scattered.

The world is spinning, round and round like a carousel. What would I be if I were to stop and complain. To sit still on a world made for dancing, a world that gifts us the chance to take it all in just once.

So I don’t mind that I had to ride hours in a train to get to Boston. And I don’t care how he doesn’t wait for me on the platform like I would’ve. After all we are only gifted our place on this earth once. I’ve learned to hold no grudges, have no anger. I remember that I am not the only one living this life for the first time.

The red of their front door is the same red of my nails. The same red of my lips, the same flush of my nose and the red of my scarf. The color maroon reminds me of the fall, of the traditions and the cinnamon. Chai and tights and boots and fairy lights.

When the door opens, it’s Susannah who opens it. Her blonde hair is shorter and she has more wrinkles. The same smile lines she used to pull back and the creases between her eyebrows she used to complain about. There was nothing to complain about. Why would anyone ever be ashamed of the tattoos of their happiness. How beautifully they age. So I tell her she looks beautiful every chance I get. And I don’t say it just because I want to make her feel good, but because I mean it, and I hope she can see it too.

“Y/n, come in, come in!” She ushers me inside of the house, and her hands rub along my arms like I’d been waiting for hours in the baron winter. Then again, she’s more ill than I would ever be. She believes it’s colder than it truly is.

Unwrapping my scarf, I hang it on the banister. I leave my shoes by the door on the mat right below where my jacket hangs off the hook.

“Wheres Conrad?” I cant help but ask, running my fingers through each other repeatedly. The cold nipped at my fingertips and the wind blew harshly into my face, but it was autumn finally and I was in Boston. So who could complain?

“He’ll be down soon. Just finishing up some cleaning. You know how messy he is.” She smiles as she leaves, tending to the kitchen, making mashed potatoes and some main dish that smells like spices and butter.

The door at the end of the hall at the top of the stairs creaks, and heavy footsteps follow. There he is, I can breathe. I can breathe and I do, because the air is so much fresher when it’s the same air I get to share with my Conrad.

His hair is darker blonde than it was in the summer, and his sweater clings to his body perfectly. He looks so soft and cozy. It’s the same shade of maroon as my scarf and my nails and my nose and my lips. He’s smiling, faintly but I can see it. Right underneath the dark circles of his eyes, under his button nose. He’s just as charming as I remember.

“Con.” She breathed. She breathed like it was her first deep breath in a long time.

She looked so beautiful. Someone straight from a magazine. I swore even the lights above her head bent so they could shine down just on her. Full of so much life, so much love. I couldn’t help but feel dull being so close to her. A Plain Jane standing next to the most gorgeous woman. A miracle beside I, someone who was simply holding his space.

Each step seemed to draw out longer, my resistance to give into the warmth she radiated. The kindness that seeped out of her. She was understanding, smart. That empathy of hers really was a gift. A gift I wish I had, because then maybe I wouldn’t be thinking the things I was right now. Maybe then I could be happy with what I had.

When my mom called for us a few moments later, I silently thanked god for sparing me from my thoughts. The thoughts of her red lips, red nails, red scarf and how we looked like we matched. How I wanted to rip the cotton from my skin to differentiate us. To separate us physically.

I picked at my food with my fork that night at dinner. Pushing around the turkey and chewing at my cheek. Like she knew something was wrong she grabbed my hand, holding it under her own. She didn’t force me to curl my fingers into hers, which I appreciated. She knew, of course she did. How something was wrong. It wasn’t like me to be so distant, so closed off. No, not to the girl who had run around the beaches with me in late July, flying kites and kicking over each other’s sandcastles in fake fury.

She pressed a kiss to my hand then, and I saw the slight stain of red on my skin. She laughs about it, but doesn’t rub it away. But the red burns my skin and the reminder of her being so close hurts my heart. I rub it away quickly, smiling softly to her and letting her hand go. She doesn’t really mind it, and if she did she doesn’t have time to frown about it. Jeremiah is already asking about her college friends and if any of them are single. It makes her laugh, but he was being serious. Which is probably why it was so funny to her.

I can tell by the way he pulls at his collar and sweats from his brow that he’s tense. I know him too well for him to hide from me. I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting to see him brush away the mark of my kiss on his hand, but the pain is dulled by his family and his soft smile assuring me he’s still down on earth right here beside me. It’s all my naive, young love sick brain could ever need from him, and I’m back on my feet.

He doesn’t hold me like he once did. Maybe the salt in the air had clouded his vision, maybe the sunlight made everything feel more genuine. Maybe thats why he once held me like it was his purpose. Like by not having me, he was killing himself. Maybe it was the changing seasons, or maybe it was his mother. But then again, he doesn’t talk much anymore anyways. At least, thats what Jeremiah says at dinner.

He complains how Conrad has no friends at school because he prefers to sit quietly in his dorm, the door only open because his roommate requested it to be so. How his mouth is never dry, he must have so much to say but never says it. His teasing turns sour when Conrad shrugs and mumbles something I don’t quite catch under his breath. I understand it to be something bitter, something rude from the way his eyebrows are furrowed and how Jeremiah’s smile drops. He tries to find his train of thought again, but the more jokes he tries to make towards his brother, hoping for that old banter, the more he is met with silence. Soon the fork is thrown to the plate and the brunette is gone into the backyard to talk with the neighborhood stray cat.

I clear my throat, understanding the discomfort coming from Susannah, the anger pouring from Jeremiah and the quiet coming from Conrad. All their faces are red, blushing in embarrassment. Red like Jeremiahs eyes right before he stormed off. It didn’t really make sense, how quickly it turned sour.

Susannah gathers the plates in her hands, uncaring about the way potatoes fall to the floor or how the carrots roll onto the table cloth. I ask her if she needs help, I beg her to let me but she shoos me away.

“It’s too nice out to be here with me in the kitchen. I’ve always found peace in the repetitive action of doing dishes.” She explains calmly, “This time of year is too short to spend inside. You kids go have fun.” She tries to persuade. And I’m not going to go, but Conrad puts his hand in mine for the first time all night, and his pull is so magnetic I don’t even care how I barely have time to slip on my jacket and my boots. I don’t care that my scarf still hangs from the banister or how i’m slightly thirsty.

It’s wet outside, the sky painted with a sunset so pure, it felt like Van Gogh had to have painted it himself. Last bits of sunlight shining through the tree branches and down onto the street. As soon as we’re far enough to never turn back, not run in to aid Susannah, he drops my hand.

I think it must be from the way his palms get clammy when they are warm enough, but he sets them in his pockets and pushes down. I wish he would talk more, I see why Jeremiahs teasing slowly became bitter. I wish I knew what to say to him.

Her eyes look everywhere but into mine. I can feel them. In my pockets, on my feet, in the sky, through the bushes and over the stone wall that fell with the rain next door. I can hear her breathing in the silence, see her smile with the passing puddles. And her footsteps in the mist that falls down gently.

“Heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car.” She jokes, pointing at the empty streets. I watch a large van pass by, a single man with a frown behind the wheel. The jokes not that funny, is it even a joke? I’m not even sure. Maybe it was my silence, or my unwillingness to play nice. Maybe she was just making conversation.

Stepping in the puddles, I watch our reflection bend. She sticks out her tongue, but I can only frown. I understand now that no matter how this ends she will forever haunt me. I’ll see her smile in the rain and hear her voice in the breeze. She was a phonograph, I was a kid. She was everything, and yet nothing.

I’m thankful when I see the red door cracked open on my house. I’m thankful that my mother is asleep on the couch and my brother is distracted by the orange cat rolling on his back for stomach scratches. I’m thankful for my father’s absence and how quietly Y/n hangs her coat. I’m thankful I don’t have to make conversation and that the day is almost over. At least when I’m asleep, I have an excuse to ignore everyone.

My room feels like heaven. Carpet under my sock clad feet and the pillows bent in the way I slept. I’m ready to lay back and let the day melt into a faint memory. I’m ready to forget how I feel, and what I love.

The bed dips beside me when I lay down. I can hear the sigh leave her lips, conversation on the tip of her tongue. So I pull her back to my chest and hold her close.

“Con,” She mumbles quietly. I haven’t quite mastered the evening of my breathing. She knows I’m awake. “Why won’t you talk to me?” She asks, solemnly. Like my silence physically pains her.

“Goodnight, Y/n.” I don’t feel like talking. I can’t. Not now, I’m afraid it will all come out. I’ll spew out complements to cover my insecurities. How wonderful she is, a summer breeze passing through the darkest winters. The first break of sun after a long tireless night. And how I cannot compare, how I cannot have her because it’s not fair to keep the more deserving from her.

When she pulls away, the heater is not enough to warm my cold heart. When she frowns, my pillows aren’t comfortable enough to ease the pain in my heart.

Shes pacing the room, rubbing her temples. Her fingers leave little marks, changing the color of her skin slightly when she pulls too hard. It fades back into its warmth when he fingers fall to her sides.

“What do you want from me, Con?” Her voice shakes, but she does not shy away. She doesn’t run. She will fight with all she has, even if she trembles and cries. And she will speak until she has nothing left to say.

“I don’t know.” I admit shamefully, standing up, my long strides close the gap between us. I want to hold her in my arms and put her in my pocket forever. A photo would never be enough. A photo didn’t hum little melodies in the kitchen, a photo didn’t make stupid jokes and a photo didn’t have her laugh.

When my hands reach up to hold her, they settle on her face. I don’t know what to say, I can’t find the words. My lips stutter and only a squeak can get past my lips.

Her fingers meet my left hand, holding her hand gently on top of mine. But unlike at the dinner table, she interlocks our fingers and hold me there.

She presses another kiss to the palm of my hand, and like she had earlier, the red from her lips left a soft remnant of her lips. Staining the skin with a weak smudge. When she went to wipe it away, I flinched. Why did I flinch?

"No, don't." I pleaded softly. I watched her inch away.

"What are you playing at Conrad? One minute you hate me, the next you want me." I didn't hate her. I just didn’t know.

God, how could she think I hated her? All l ever wanted was her. I just loved her too much. I was drowning in her. Slowly killing myself.

"I don't know." I couldn't say much more, I couldn't even look at her anymore. This time, she drops my hand. And the red from her lips stings my skin like a bullet through my palm. But the tears in her eyes hurt much more than a loaded gun. I would have rather been shot through the ribs than see the way her eyes glossed over because of me. How her lips quivered and finally shut. She had no more back and forth to pursue. She had said everything she wanted to say. We had run our course, it seemed.

“Loose my number, Conrad.” And shes gone like the wind, out of the door in silence other than the shaking of the coat rack and the movement of her boots. I swear I hear Jeremiah come inside. He asks very softly where shes going. I imagine she’s smiling, holding his cheek like the good big sister she is to him. His role model that I so selfishly ripped away from him by breaking her heart. I wonder if they’ll keep in touch now that it’s over.

When the door shuts, I notice two things. One, Jeremiah is standing at the door, eyes wide and mouth open. He looks confused until he sees me, and the anger is surely possessing his body by now, but he doesn’t seem to want to move. His hand stuck to his cheek, covering the stain of red left behind on his cheek. The final kiss goodbye. I know then, he won’t hear from her that often anymore. At least, no right now.

Second, I notice the maroon scarf hanging on the banister. It’s soft and still smells like her perfume. I can smell it when I get too close. It’ll stay in our home, along with her jokes and the piece of her heart she left behind when her first love shattered her heart. Maybe it’s the look of guilt on my face, or the tears in my own eyes, but Jeremiah makes his way to me finally. And I expect a punch once he reaches the third step, but instead his arms wrap around my body and his head tucks into my shoulder.

He mumbles something about it being okay, but it’s muffled against the loud memories of her that I try to keep locked in my mind so that I never forget them. He says it more for himself than for me, and I understand that I’ve left not one heart in pieces, but three.

Leaving that house, I leave behind pieces of me I wish I never gave away. I leave behind the Pinterest boards of wedding dressing and flowers and rings in boxes. I leave behind our future dog’s name and the house we picked out in the summer, the future we dreamed about.

Suddenly the color maroon didn't remind me of autumn anymore. Not of the traditions and the cinnamon. Chai and tights and boots and fairy lights.

It reminds me of the blood I left on my fingers where I bit them. Of the blood pouring from my heart now that it's shattered. Of the train I'll be riding home far too soon. Of my favorite scarf, that still hangs from the banister. That still smells like his house. That I wonder if he will keep it or toss it.

I went tor a walk that next morning. The sun wasn't up yet, and the birds were long gone. Families snuggled inside of their homes. When I walked down the stairs, I let my fingers touch the cool wood of the banister to wake me. I let my hand rub over the soft scarf thats not mine, but hers. And I bring it to my nose to see if I can still smell her.

When I go for my walk I turn to the left every time until I'm almost back home. I've gone in big circles.

Everywhere yet no where. When I reach the street sign, a neighbor honks to me. He's at the stop sign, driving a big black car. I don't wave back. I'm far too shocked to move. The same sad man sitting in the car with his dog in the seat beside him and his aging mother curled up in the backseat. He doesn’t look so sad today. He looks indifferent, but not sad.

When he drives away I can't help but raise my arm. I point. "Heartbreak, drives a big black car." I joke. And only now do I find the joke funny. Only now that I'm hurting.

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[writersdare]

Ghost of You | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1 496

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: I had two files for this work, and one of it had a name "experimental". I chose that variant in the end, so I really-really hope you'll like it. It's very new for me, the storytelling might be quite unusual at first. Remember that feedback helps me a lot to improve the skills, and it motivates to write more ♡

It was stuffy in a room, as air conditioner stopped working. Y/N had spent much more time trying to fall asleep than actually sleeping; when the clock on a blank white wall showed five-thirty in the morning, the girl realised there was no way she was going to try to fall asleep again.

Opened windows didn’t exactly help to ventilate the flat, however, she saw some thin tree brunches swinging to the left and right, probably, begging angry clouds to finally release the rain. 

Afterwards it usually smelled fresh, felt almost like a sudden beginning of a new life chapter, and Y/N, some other day, would love to simply wrap up in a blanket and listen to the sound of heavy drops hitting the glass. That exact day, though, the girl needed to leave home in the early afternoon for a job interview she didn’t even want to have, and Y/N hoped to get there at least dry. 

It had been four months of silence between her and a person she loved so much, yet, the heaviness in the heart remained the same. Y/N wondered what it was exactly about, and how she supposed to forget the guy, when everything kept reminding of Him. Every little detail in the apartment would echo with a memory of them that did not exist any longer. A stupid ukulele He left in the corner of the living room, behind a beige pot with a plant they bought together. Everything was as if staring at her, making fun of her. Y/N was, probably, going crazy. It had been four months, and she wondered if her insanity could get any worse. The girl missed Him, their night calls. She missed that naive feeling of being in love. She missed the feeling of being full, as the girl started to feel empty again.

Y/N knew that she needed to do something about it, to stop thinking about the past and finally move on. Probably, change something in her life, too. Like changing a job to the one she didn’t want either. 

Apparently, the universe didn’t want her to get that job, too, and since the sleepy morning Y/N only kept realising that the day was not going to be easy. A burnt tongue, when she was drinking coffee – the colour of His eyes, just like she burnt her heart when allowed herself to fall in love with Him. When He made her feel like it was a safe thing to do. Silly…

A broken cup, the one He used to leave cigarette ashes in, it would get under her skin so much. Y/N tried to fix it, just like their relationship four months ago, but some things had to remain broken. A missed bus, even though she was running after it under the noisy rain, and all in vain. She needed to slow down. She desperately needed it. 

Y/N took a seat on a wet bench next to the bus stop and sobbed, feeling like time has as if stopped. Or maybe it was her heart, she couldn’t recognise the beat of, once He wasn’t a part of her life any longer. Her social anxiety opened the arms for a dark and tight hug in the most inconvenient moment, and Y/N simply froze, feeling that sudden fear, covering her from top to bottom.

“I’m sorry… Are you alright?”

A voice, calm and soft, called for her, and Y/N turned the head to the side to see a familiar face. The rain stopped, and it wasn’t gloomy anymore. A guy with rounded face, dark-chocolate eyes, plump lips and short hair was looking at her attentively. He was wearing light pants and a baggy shirt; despite the recent rain, it was still hot outside. The cheeks were slightly red, and she wished to leave a small kiss on His skin. 

“Yeah,” Y/N mumbled a classic reply, but didn’t expect it to come out so quietly and dramatically. The guy even chuckled, probably, thinking that she was a bad liar.

“I know it’s maybe not my business, but I just don’t think ‘it’s alright’ if you can’t hold your tears and crying next to a bus stop. And it’s also raining,” He looked up at the sky. “Quite depressing.”

“Then why did you ask if I was alright at first place?” Y/N snapped and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Just don’t look at me if it’s so depressing," she glanced at the sky, and all she could see were pearl fluffy clouds. 

“I thought it’d be weird if I’d ask ‘are you not alright?’,” He noticed and smiled at Y/N shortly. “Hey, whatever it is… It’s all temporary.”

The girl closed the eyes and gave herself a moment, before whispering quietly,

"No, it’s not."

She opened the eyes just to see Him dissolving in the air.

"Please, don’t go," Y/N could only beg, yet, the imagination let her down once again, and she couldn’t hold on to that memory anymore.

Their first meeting was not romantic, however, it was special. Calum was the only one of the passers-by who approached the girl, seeing she was having something close to a panic attack. He wasn’t there any longer, but even in her head the guy took a seat next to her to comfort. She fell in love with his moles on the right cheek first. He was holding her hand in His, asking to breathe slowly, and all Y/N could see at that time was His eyes, maybe little too kind for the world. 

Too bad their fairytale was over, and there was no happy ending. Y/N needed to stop living with Him in her head, but Calum still was her safe place. Even if good memories brought the pain as a companion every time she thought of Him.

It wasn’t sunny in the head any longer, Y/N realised it was still raining like crazy. The girl was late for the job interview, but the were no regrets. In fact, she wasn’t sure what was feeling at first place, as when He left, He took all her feelings with Him.

Y/N lazily stood up from the bench, and legs slowly carried her to a coffee shop nearby, where Calum bought her latte that day. She was crying so much, even an almond syrup couldn’t help to make the drink less salty. Maybe it was even quite embarrassing, yet He made her feel safe.

"You know… Maybe it was all a lie. Maybe I just imagined Him," Y/N whispered quietly, making a sip from the cardboard cup and staring at the lacquered table. "Just like I am imagining you now…"

He was sitting next to her, having the same as she was. His free hand was placed on hers, when Calum sighed heavily and shook the head.

"Did you love him that much?" the guy asked, the voice was soft and simply pleasant to her ears.

"Yes," Y/N’s whisper left her lips almost right away. The girl had no powers left to correct Calum and say that she still loved Him, no matter how painful it was.

"Did he love you?" He asked, squeezing her fingers with his.

"Sometimes," the girl whispered back, remembering their sleepless nights and arguments, and small trips to nowhere, and tears, and laughter, and screams. 

It was exhausting. Their relationship was exhausting, He said once. She thought it was alright. She thought she was fine, navigating in a fog of Calum’s constant mood swings and small irritations here and there. Y/N thought she could save them, she was ready to sacrifice her life for that relationship, but in the end all what she needed was to take care of herself. 

"I have to let you go," she mumbled, still squeezing the guy’s hand in hers. "I really need to," Y/N tried to memorize the touch of His hand. The softens of his skin on hers.

"Stay for a little longer?" He asked the same thing she blurted out four months ago, standing in an empty hall next to Calum and looking at him with red, fully of tears, eyes.

"I’m sorry, I have to," she whispered his reply and broke the touch of their hands.

The rain was beating against the windows deafeningly. Her coffee was cold and suddenly too sweet to her taste. She was resting palms on the table, and it was quiet in the head. Finally no thoughts were bothering her mind. It was still dark and scary in times, yet, she could see the light somewhere in the end of her path. Or was it a beginning? 

She made her last sip and stood up, rushing to leave the coffee shop. Maybe in another life they could meet again. But for now… she needed to finish that chapter and finally start a new one.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

“Reunion” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW/FLUFF) Sanji POV

Word Count: 2.8k (Thank u Kazu for telling me how to figure this out lolol)

Bad Summary: After 2 years of being away, you both needed to show each other how much you missed being in the presence of your love for one another.

CW: Soft Dom! Sanji, Needy!Sanji, Eye Contact, Deep Throating, Soft Sex, Kissing, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Tongue Sucking, Cuming untouched, L Bombs, Talks of Pregnancy/Marriage, not proof read.

I enjoyed writing in Sanji’s POV so I’ll be switching from him to 3rd in this. Also I may reference a little bit from “Lady K and the Sick Man”💀

Sanji POV-

2 long years. After 2 long years I got to see her again. I almost didn’t recognize her. I couldn’t move when I seen her on the Thousand Sunny yet I wanted nothing more than to run and hold her, kiss her, smell her I didn’t care I needed to be in her presence again.

All I did was think about her. I thought about her laugh, her jokes, her beautiful eyes that never seemed to stop having that glint when she smiled, her scent I couldn’t get enough of, the way how she fought beside me numerous of times, her soft hands caressing my face after I made love to her, how she always held me in her beautiful breast almost all night playing in my hair, her hot breath hitting my neck frantically as she never let go of me as she was cumming, crying my name over and over again, how her dull nails dug into my back always managing to leave scars,—fuck.

The long nights I had thinking about her were finally over. I missed her touch, I got strong for myself, my crew, and her of course. I wanted to make sure this new go round I keep her as safe as possible. I can’t lose her again. I won’t lose her again.

It’s been so long.

I was told she was in her room, —-dammit I just missed her. I wasn’t sure why but butterflies hit the bottom of my stomach as I went to look for her. I only saw a glimpse of her but I couldn’t believe how much she’s grown, SHE LOOKED SO HOT!

HER TITS WERE LIKE BEAUTIFUL SWEET CARAMEL MARSHMALLOWS

Is that a thing?

HER BUTT WAS A PERFECT 10–SO SOFT AND JIGGLY LIKE A CHEESECAKE

HER BEAUTIFUL SKIN THAT WAS KISSED PERSONALLY BY THE SUN REMINDING ME OF A WARM SUNET IN WHICH IF I STARED TOO LONG I COULD POSSIBLY BE BLINDED BY IT.

I MISSED THIS WOMAN SO MUCH!

Wait no.

I have to relax.

But I cant—

After everybody had set sail after saying their hellos again Sanji went to go look for you. His mind was going a mile a minute thinking about you once more, he actually felt a cold sweat come along causing him to undo his tie a bit.

There she is.

Her door.

My hands were shaking frantically. I knocked on the door and heard a faint “yes?”. I could recognize that beautiful voice anywhere.

“It’s uh…it’s me, Sanji.” I didn’t get a response for a few seconds, I heard her feet approach closer and closer to the door until…

“Hey.”

“Y/n…”

Her smile was just as breath taking as when I last seen it, she always managed to do it with her eyes too, I could have sworn time froze when she opened the door.

I missed her, so much.

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, fuck she smelled even better than I remembered too. Her body was so soft, her touch was so delicate I just couldn’t get enough.

“Long time no see, Ji.”

I chuckled with her at the nickname she gave me that she seemed to never let go of. It was more than fine though, because it was her saying it.

“You busy? Can we talk?” She pulled away searching my face while cupping my cheeks. I agreed to speak with her of course, I knew the privacy wouldn’t last too long because I had to start the feast soon.

We sat on the edge of her bed, and okay to be honest I couldn’t stop looking at her ass. She looked too damn good. I really tried my hardest not to pass out but from seeing Robin and Nami and more importantly Y/N I don’t think my heart can take all this!

We talked of course, losing track of time once again. I was laid on my back on her bed as she sat up beside me on her elbow playing with my tie. It was almost like we never left I couldn’t stop staring at her stunning gaze.

“When we Land to the new island I wanna show you my new movesssss. I. Y/N. Have gotten quieter stronger.”

“You have! You can show me whatever you like! You look amazing too, my love!”

She laughed hovering over my face, her lips just grazing mine, I started to feel hot again and she smirked noticing and took my cigarette out of my mouth to kiss me finally. She pulled back slowly giggling at me because I didn’t want it to end. AND I DID NOT HER LIPS TASTED SO SWEET AND WAS SO SOFT LIKE A CLOUD—

“I’m surprised you haven’t climbed on top of me already. Did you also learn self control, Ji?” Y/n teased, handing me back my cigarette as I sucked my bottom lip still looking at hers.

“Maybe…”

“Well…” She huffed and got on top of me, oh fuck I missed being under her. “I didn’t practice that much of self control to be honest…and if you want me to be blunt…IIIIIIII kinda been a bit antsy since I seen you arrive…so I ran to my room to calm down a bit.”

“Oh?—don’t Tell me My darling got…flustered?! Because of me?!”

“Shut up.” She chuckled holding her face with one hand, “Maybe…you’re all grown up now…’n stuff and…you look really good…or whatever.”

She was so cute like this. She always had a cute pout. I smile and rub my hands up her waist and thighs. She was wearing this pretty dress that exposed the sides of her thick thighs. Y/N was always so sensitive when I did that and it showed seeing how she jumped when I did it.

As well as her breast.

“I missed you a lot , Y/N… you know many times I—-“

“I know…I did too…I couldn’t help myself I thought about you almost every. Single. Night. Unfortunately—-” Her hands roamed my chest as she started to lower herself back over my face, “….my fingers can never compare to your pretty lips…or something else, but…I don’t wanna get too vulgar.”

I felt my cheeks blush, the thought of her touching herself, thinking of me I—-

Ok i got hard.

You felt the bulge of Sanji’s pants grow below you, pressing so sweet against your clothed cunt and you bit your lip in satisfaction. As much as you wanted to wait until later tonight when everybody was asleep, Sanji just was too predictable and looked way too good.

“Sanji….why don’t you show me how much you missed me…”

“Y/n…”

Her minty breath overcrowded mine somehow, I honestly been aching to fuck her since she opened the door, but I wanted our “makeup” sex to be special. Not just a quickie. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes and kissed me again. It was almost as if her lips washed away any form of concern I had and so I pulled her close to my chest squeezing the fatty mounds of her ass with both hands. My grip was firm making her to gasp and I used the opportunity to swirl my tongue in her mouth.

I felt some spit fall in between our kissing, but I didn’t care how sloppy it was it just made me more turned on to see her again. I couldn’t wait, I muttered a curse under my breath and sat up. Our lips never separated, I was hungry. She was hungrier and we both knew what could satisfy us.

“Get up and Take this off.” Y/N heavily breathed out tugging my pants. I don’t know why or what it was but she loved watching me unbuckle my slacks in front of her. Her eyes looked so full of lust and desire I couldn’t say no. I did. As told and her mouth was agape seeing me pull out my cock from my boxers the entire time—-she was so sexy like this.

She pushed me back a little and got on her knees. We always bickered about who will go down on who first, but right now I didn’t really give a damn she looked so needy on her knees stripping off all her clothing but her panties.

Her pretty doe eyes look up at me as she licks my balls to my cock, her fucking tongue was a weapon of itself I have no idea how the hell she learned these moves considering I was the one to take her virginity. Her eyes rolled back into her head moaning on my cock as it slid further down her wet mouth. I gripped her hair trying not to pull it, but she was making me damn near dizzy and —-

“Fuck! Y/n! Ah!” I moaned out, I came way too fast and she didn’t let up sucking me through my orgasm. I knew we would get so many weird looks when we came out to the crew but I couldn’t care less I had a beautiful woman begging with her lips to suck my dick after being around nothing but men for 2 years I DESERVE THIS.

The pain of overstimulation had my mind already numb, I pushed her closer to my groin, I felt the back of her throat pulsating on the tip and a few inches of shaft. Her nails clawed at my thighs as she dragged out a hum from her throat vibrating on my cock making me roll my eyes back moaning out her name. I didn’t give a fuck if anybody hears I hope that dumbass Moss head does and get jealous.

It didn’t take long for me to spray her pretty throat with my seed again, she always begged for me to cum in her mouth, and at first I didn’t really find it appealing to do so, but fuck that I let her pull away for a second and held her head with one hand seeing drips of my cum fall down the sides of her wet cheeks.

“‘S good?” She sighed scooping some of the cum from her lips and sucked on her finger moaning.

“Stand up.” Sanji commanded, you did as told immediately hearing the rasp in his voice, he kissed your lips making sure he tasted himself and your saliva combined. The taste was bitter, but addicting nonetheless. Sanji kept kissing until he pushed you on the wall to slide off the rest of your thin panties away swiftly and slid his fingers in your cunt. Slightly amazed at how wet you’ve gotten from deep throating him. He groaned at the slimy feel of your warm insides.

“Fuck I missed you—don’t leave me again okay?” I didn’t care how needy I sounded, y/n had to know how I felt. How much she meant to me. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. She was always my favorite sweet, I got on my knees. She blushed looking so embarrassed. I loved having to look up at my Princess.

“Hey. Look at me.” I softened my voice, “I have to see your face, baby. Remind me how you look when you cum—“

I didn’t give her anytime to reply I pryed her legs apart and placed her free hand in my hair before I opened her pretty pussy apart and sucked on her clit. I fucking needed this so bad. Her slit was so wet and so ready for me I grabbed her ass against and pushed her pelvis into my face completely.

“Oh Sanji!” Her moans were like a melody, I felt my cock twitch at every cry she did for me and to think I’m the one causing her to feel this good made me groan inside her I could almost feel myself getting ready to cum right with her.

“I missed this pussy so much…” I mumbled with her clit in between my lips tugging it a little and sucking carefully. I had a deeper craving so I threw her thigh on my shoulder and tongue fucked her mercilessly.

“I’m so close! Sanji—pleaseee ah!” She swayed her hips to the rhythm of my tongue . I felt my orgasm approach too.

“Cum—cum in my mouth..”

Just like the good girl she was she even squirted a little too, she tasted perfect. I felt myself leak and make a mess of the floor, but hopefully she didn’t mind it.

She began to shake in the legs, I didn’t mind I would catch her if she tried to fall anyways, picking her up I started marking her neck while moving her to the bed. I was overwhelmed with ideas; doggy style? Sideways? Matting press? I couldn’t think as I toyed with her slit with my fingers and sucked and licked her neck.

“Sanji…please..put it in…”

No time to really think if my Princess wanted my cock right then and there I just rose up a bit and slid myself right in. Words cannot explain how incredible she felt. It didn’t compare to any toy I got or my fist AT ALL.

She cockwarmed me for a moment. I Just couldn’t get myself to move. I knew if I did I’d probably end up cumming again. But my Princess was impatient feeling herself move her hips on her own so greedily causing me to fall all my weight on top of her giving her neck weak kitten licks.

“Baby w-wait wait I—“

“Please Sanji…ah! I need it! I need you!”

I couldn’t be so rude as to ignore my sweetheart’s wishes. I was still so Sensitive from already cumming 3 times, but I didn’t care she had to be taken care of.

“F-fffuck!” I strained out my mouth setting the pace of my strokes. My hips were stuttering against hers and I was too focused of fixing my thrust she grabbed my face to kiss me oh so passionately.

“You feel so good, Sanji….” Her soft words made me slow down and grab her body tightly against mine. She curled her legs around my waist not wanting to let go of my lips, moaning and crying out. She was so tight my mind was in a blur, we kept panting in between kisses to breath. We couldn’t be more closer and I loved it. Maybe it was because it’s been so long or maybe it was because I was too drunk off her amazing pussy to realize but she had already just came on my cock and I was still pumping her full.

“Sanji!”

She repeated my name in broken syllables with each drag of my cock as I went faster. I felt myself about to cum, I wasn’t sure why but I moved off her lips and rose up to grab her headboard. I saw the slightly excitement in her eyes as I pushed back her legs further, she held them tightly. I glanced at her glistening pussy spasming and clenching around me almost as if she is trying to keep my cum inside her. At this point I wouldn’t mind.

Seeing her pregnant with my seed growing inside her make my heart flutter but it also made my cock harder.

I began to snap my hips harshly against her ass not missing a beat, the grip I had on her bed caused it to bang loudly against the wood wall. I knew at least one person could hear us from outside I didn’t care I just wanted to see her cum on me again. Her breast were bouncing against her thighs, her eyes were rolled back, drool was falling from the side of her mouth.

Fuck I can cum just by looking at her face.

Y/N started to bite her own arm, which made me know she was about to cum. It’s so cute how she bites so much when she is so close. I slowed down just enough to kiss her. She loved kissing as she was reaching her high too. I massaged and pinched her sensitive nipples while she cried out. Feeling her twitch all over me made me cry out too. I never had a better orgasm before in my entire life.

Maybe that 2 year break was needed because that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had with her.

Once we settled down she started to let out airy laughs looking at my sweaty pink face peppering me in kisses.

“You good, baby?”

This girl’s voice is ganna drive me insane.

“I’m amazing. You’re amazing!” I melted in her touch before she buried me in her soft rounded chest. I couldn’t help myself I did latch onto her nipple sucking it a bit as she massaged my sweaty hair.

“Mmmm.” She sighed pecking me pushing me in closer, after a few seconds i let her nipple slip out of my lips and kissed my way up to hers.

“I know you Gatta get up in a second, but I’m glad to be with you again…I love you, baby.” She wiped my wet cheeks.

“I am too…I love you more, my love.”

I was going to get up, but just a few more minutes of being in her embrace …

It felt like home again being in her arms.

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｐｕｍｐｋｉｎ ＫＴＨ

Synopsis - You meet a guy at the Halloween party and get without him without any secondhand thoughts. Halloween Special!!

Pairing - Dark! Shitty! Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings - GASLIGHTING, NONCON, shitty Taehyung, drug induced sex, acts of violence, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, DOMESTIC ABUSE

Authors Note - Fuck it Halloween special coming early. I’m going more lengthy and different fandom this go round. Please let me know if you guys would like more, I’m just in a hardcore bts phase rn lol.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“It's literally the party of the century! What do you mean you don't wanna go?!” Your friend fussed at you.

“I just don't like Halloween parties all that much, too much can happen so sudden you know?” You worried looking in the mirror at the angel costume she had brought for you. The dress was skin tight, showing your touching thighs, your angel wings small and itchy, all topped off with a small halo headpiece. “Plus no one is going to know me there…”

She wanted you to go to some random party, all because her boyfriend was going to be there, and she didn't want to arrive alone. “Come on, it's not going to be that bad! Trust me I'll stay by your side the entire time. You definitely know me!” She reassured you holding your shoulder. You smiled timidly at her and took a deep breath in.

“Fine.”

🎃

She left you as soon as you arrived, leaving you to standing on a nearby wall in the houses kitchen. You should've known not to trust her and and her empty words. You always fell for the same scheme.

It was a amazing hiding space from the drunks walking in and out getting shot after shot. Everything was loud and drowned out each anxiety filled thought the instant you thought it. These were all definitely older people, you being just a freshman in collage. How did she even get invited to this place.

You looked up and made direct eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes. Your breath left your chest as a guy stared at you from across the kitchen, a beer bottle in hand. Once he realized you were definitely looking at him, he gave you a small smile. His face was almost perfect, thick brows, tanned skin, a small mole on the bottom of his perfect lip, and god a body you could love. He wore a pair black pants and a dark turtle neck sweater. On top of it all he had on a leather jacket, acting as if a cherry on top, bringing the entire look together. Everything about him had you flustered and looking away quickly. You couldn't help yourself though, sneaking glances.

One of the bulkier dudes at the party went up to him, dapping him and passing a lit cigarette, the guy in black taking it and puffing a cloud in the others face. The guy choked on the smoke and scowled at him. The guy laughed and continued to smoke, as if it was some small major victory. Something about him screamed pure danger, and you liked it. You just kept looking at the guy, and looking away.

While looking down, you saw foot steps approach you from afar. “Your way too pretty to be here by yourself.” It was the same guy from across the room now standing in front of you hands tucked in his pockets. He leaned on the wall next to you, pushing your body further into the cramped space. You looked off to the side, giving a small smile. You started playing with your hair like a school girl.

“You don't have anyone here to talk to do you?”

“No, not really.” You muttered looking back at him. He gave a small smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. His other flicked the burnt ash on the end of the cigarette.

“Well you can talk to me all night if you want, in fact I was just about to leave, this shit fucking sucks. You can come with if you like? This doesn’t look like your type of crowd.” He laughed leaning up puffing smoke in the most angelic of clouds towards the ceiling. You coughed and he snickered at you.

“I can’t, I don't even know your name. Nor your age… Plus my ride should still be here and I don't wanna scare her.” Its not like you didn't want to go with this elusive stranger, but you still had to be cautious. He seemed older than you, plus like you said, you didn't want to just magically disappear on your friend.

“Well that's easy to get out the way. My name is Taehyung, but my friends call me Tae. And she obviously didn't worry about you enough to leave you here with a bunch of drunks now did she?” He lead you away slowly his hand rubbing against your back. You saw her in the corner kissing up on some guy, she made eye contact and then looked at Taehyung. She winked at you before going back to kissing on her guy.

She probably wasn't even planning on bringing you home.

“I guess I can go with you…” You muttered being ambushed by a gust of cold wind, the front door opening wide. He showed you the way to his black motorbike, handing you his helmet. It was gorgeous, the black shimmering in the moonlight.

“I’m going to need you to hold on alright pumpkin?”

🎃

That night on forward he was yours, as you were his. He started off as one of your close friends, which turned into your boyfriend a few weeks later. Tae constantly had you moving, bringing you out on dates, going to his apartment, and even just taking you out. He loved to spoil his girl.

Today he just so happened to have brought you to the nearby mall. He bragged to his friends about spoiling you, its because of what you deserved in his opinion. Tae talked about how you brought out the best in him. Apparently he’s been caught up in some bad stuff, but he cuddled and whispered about how you brought him away from all that. Back down to planet earth.

You were deep in thought as, Taehyung came behind you with a giant white fur coat as you were going through the racks in the department store. “Wouldn't this look amazing on you? Come on try it on for me.” You giggled dropping your purse as Tae helped you put it on, the bottom of the coat nearly grazing the floor. “See I told you, y’ look stunning pumpkin.”

“Really?” You asked twirling around in the coat.

“Would I ever lie to you beautiful?” He asked catching your waist and hugging you, bringing you closer to him. He smiled at you, your heart warming at just how sweet he could be. You leaned up puckering your lips out, Taehyung doing the same, giving a small peck. “I’m going to go pay for this alright, you can go ahead and keep looking just in case.” You nodded giving him a small wave as he left, then heading way over to the accessories section of the store. The sets all adorned with gems. You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder.

“Hi there ma’am would you like to purchase anything!” It was a store clerk, the guy scaring you instantly.

“Jesus! You scared me! Uhh no sir, I’m just looking. I cant really afford this anyways.” You say putting up the set of jewelry. He picked up the necklace that went with it, showing it off to you.

“Yeah but its gorgeous don't you agree?” He said unhooking the latch. “You can try it on if you’d like?” You furrowed your brows thinking, well it wouldn't hurt. You nodded turning around to look in the small mirror. You watched as he put the necklace around your neck. Suddenly the clerk collapsed with a grunt, the necklace falling on the ground. You turned around quickly seeing Taehyung on top of him wailing at his face.

“Stop! Stop it Tae! Please!” You yelled pulling at your boyfriends back, but he didn't listen and just kept going. Blood flew everywhere.

“You wanna fuck my girl?! Huh!?” He picked up the guy the collar and dropped it back on the ground, the back of his head hitting the tiled floor. You watched as blood poured from his nose and lip.

“No man… I swear!” The clerk cried out. You kept trying to pull Tae off, but Taehyungs hand flew back into your cheek, making you collapse on the ground. You began to full on sob, your cheek throbbing now. You looked around you a crowd of shoppers surrounding the ordeal.

Taes head whipped around at the sound you sobbing. He quickly got off the barely breathing guy and helped you up. You pushed yourself away from him. “Stay away from me! Please!” You yelled walking past him and straight for the department stores doors. You will find your own way home, you couldn't spend another second of your day with that monster. You walked straight out the doors and onto the sidewalk leading to the bus stop.

“Pumpkin! Baby!” He chased after you, in which you turned around to face him.

“Go away you psycho!”

”He looked at you weird, what did you expect me to do?!”

”Not beat a man half to death maybe!?” You huffed out searching for your credit card.

“You haven't experienced the world like I have, the world is a fucked up place alright!? I just want you to be safe. And I did it the only way I know how to.” He grabbed at your shoulder, your shirt getting stained with the clerks blood. You froze, you really didn't know him, nor what he could do. Were you making the wrong decision when you decided to be with him? “I love you so much baby… I’m sorry alright… It wont happen again. It will never happen again.”

God he seemed so genuine…

“Fine… Lets just… get out of here okay.” You suggested Taehyung nodding. He handed you your bag with your new coat in it, you quickly putting it on.

Sometimes he was so sweet, you wished that sweetness could get rid of the bruise on your cheek.

🎃

A few days later, you stood outside his apartment, coming to surprise him with some left over Halloween sugar cookies. You knew how much he raved about them and really you just wanted to dial down for a bit.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. You heard stumbling coming from the other side of the door and the door swung open to a drugged out Taehyung. His eyes were blood shot red, the room reeked of weed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You took in a deep breath, messing with your sweater sleeve. “I thought we could hang out for a bit… I brought cookies…” You mumbled not wanting to look at him. These were the moments that terrified you, the fear that he would go a-wall and hit you. After what happened at the mall, he seemed unpredictable.

And yet all he did was stare at you, pupils dilated, chest heaving.

“Yeah… Come in.” He stepped back into the apartment, leaving a open view of his usually pristine living space. The glass coffee table in front the sofa had a lighter and so much just mess everywhere.

God he was doing again. And you hated seeing him like this.

He sat down on the couch motioning for you to get close to him in which you did cozying up next to him, placing the cookies down on the table, moving some of the mess there. You gulped as he wrapped his arm around you breathtakingly tight. He leaned into your hair taking a deep whiff. “You smell so good baby.” His entire being smelled like weed, his breath reeked of it.

“Taehyung, you know I don't like the drug stuff…” You mumbled turning away from him. He sighed kissing the top of your head.

“Baby, pumpkin, I’m alright. I’m good. We’re good. I just really want to hold you right now.” His hand trailed to your thigh rubbing up and down. “And feel you, every inch of you.” He whispered into your ear, licking the rim afterwards. You shuddered pushing him away. He let go, having a surprised look on his face.

“I’m not playing with you right now, you keep saying your going to get off of them but you never do! I don't like what you become on them. In fact I don't like what you've become period! If I make you such a good person why can’t you act like it!!” You put your foot down for the first time ever with him. In which he didn't like, he didn't like that at all. Taehyung was never the guy to take any opposition.

“What are you going to do huh? Leave me? For what huh? You have fucking nothing.” He raised his voice standing up. he already towered over you when you were both standing up but this put you right at his crotch.

“I cant deal with this right now, I just wanted to have a good time like we used to have. Like after the party! That was nice Taehyung.” You stood up not bothering to even pick up the cookies, You just wanted to spend some time alone. You needed to cool off before continuing to take to him. “I’m going cool off. And don't follow me.”

“Don't you dare leave.”

You ignored him pushing past him and heading straight for the door.

“Take one more step and I swear-”

“Whatever Tae.”

You were almost there until you felt a punch to the center of your back. You collapse in pain doubling over. The breath was taken out from under your lungs and you looked up to Taehyung standing over you, sweat dripping down. “I told you to not leave. But you never seem to fucking listen huh?” He waited for you to get up on your own, coughing a wheezing. “Get up.”

“What… What was…” You didn't even get to finish as he pushed you against the door. He kicked you over to where you laid on your back, and he could get up close and personal. Taehyungs breath fanned over your face. His hair covered his eyes as he read your face.

His hands went to your sweater pulling it over your now tear stained cheeks, the eyeliner you put on running with the concealer. His hands went to your face smearing it all together all the while pulling at your cheeks and smiling, it was such a shame because you really wanted to look good for him. Not before all this, as he pulled you up by your arm and threw you into the door.

He just kept laughing and joking around. All the while banging you against the door. “You gonna act right huh?!” He yelled in your face, patting your cheeks. You nodded and he just repeated himself getting louder and louder. “What are you crying for huh? You don't have to cry, your alright,” he let out a wheezed out laugh, “We’re alright! See!” he harshly went down, pinning your legs to the door. He pulled up your skirt, teeth hooking in your panties yanking them down. Tae started to let out a small dry laugh, rubbing at your folds. “I just have to give you exactly what you need.” He murmured into you cunt.

Tae attached himself to you instantly. His tongue was deep within you, scooping out your hole. He murmured into your slit how beautiful you were, eyes looking dead as he ate you out with so much vigor. You pushed against his forehead trying to get him off you. “Tae! Stop! Stop it!!” You cried out trying to wail against his head. He snarled at you pushing you into the door further, opening your folds to get deeper into you.

Its not like hes not done this to you before, its just different now… hes rabid, and starved.

He pulled himself off of you, licking his way to your lips. You turned your head to the side, not wanting Tae to keep going. “Fucking look at me!” He yelled at you, moving your head back to where he was kissing you. The entire time you could see him move to slide off his sweat pants, his white T shirt coming off mid kiss. His cock shot up hitting against your legs, pre leaking.

Tae grabbed at your legs, hiking them up on the dips of his hips. He lined himself up with your ate out entrance. Your legs were sore, making you just dangling as he pushed himself in slowly. His head fell back as he embraced your warmth. He pushed you into the door beginning to thrust harshly into you. He licked at your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He bit into your neck bruising it slightly, sucking hickies into your neck. You hated the sound of him fucking you relentlessly.

And you just allowed him to do it, why did you?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this cunt…” He mumbled grabbing your ass.

“Please…. Please pull out. That's all I want please…” Tae leaned his forehead onto yours, his drugged out red eyes looking into yours. His weed stained breath breathing heavily into your face. He shushed you for about the thousandth time that night. He sped up finally emptying himself deep inside you. He groaned and finally stopped carrying you back to the couch, sitting down first. He was still deep inside you.

“Just let me chill out… I wanna go again… Grab that and my lighter for me.” You did as he asked handing him the rolled blunt. He held it in his mouth, nudging his head for you to light it. In which you did with no questions asked. He took a deep breath bringing his lips to yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“Shit I love you so much…”

You stayed silent.

“Say it back.”

“I… I love you too Taehyung…”

“Mmm you better…”

#dark writing #tw dark content #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #tw gaslighting #yandere bts #yandere kim taehyung #dark bts #kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #tw violence #tw abuse #tw drugs #tw noncon #KTH #kth fanfic #Spotify

[taybatwo2]

Another Magic Mixies Pixling Review!!

This time of Marena and how she compare to similar themed dolls.

So many fins and shades of blues!

Here is a close up of Marena herself. She’s really cute (I have been loving the Pixling dolls). She’s similar to the other dolls in the line, with a ball joint in the head, shoulders, hips and elbow joints, a (very nice) fabric skirt, and a molded on top.

She’s supposed to be a mermaid Pixling, but she gives me more of a water nymph vibe…..yup, that’s just going to be my head canon.

A close up of her face up. Her screening is lightly pixelated, but it’s not distracting like what Mattel uses on their Fashionistas. I love the little scale pattern around her eyes and wish that’s what would have been printed on G3 Lagoona’s forehead. Her ears look to be added on as separate pieces and have a tiny bit of glitter in them.

While her shirt is molded on, it is a very cute mold and “ties” around the back. The extra molded detail, paint, and unique design adds to her cuteness (they could have just had the same top design for all the dolls, but instead they have made separate molds for all the characters….so far). Her skirt is silky (but not the paper-like silk that Disney/Jakks Pacific/Mattel uses), hemmed, with a tule around the bottom (along with the cut, it is is reminiscent of a mermaid tail).

Even the shoes have cute little pear, heart and scale patterns (matching her skirt). More under the cut:

Marena was swarmed by some adorable, big haired aquatic monsters. Marena meet the Mermalades! I always like to compare the Pixlings with Moose’s Zelfs. Their ancestor of sorts.

Marena likes the look of these sea buddies.

Mermalade is a darker blue, and the newer Mermalades actually has more fins than Marena does (I wish she did have some webbing in between her fingers and maybe some fins off of her forearms). Interesting to note, that the fins are more curved than the pointy fins Marena has.

She actually has a much closer color pallet to Sealia or Oceana. But I do not own these little guys…yet.

Huh, something scared them off….I wonder what it-

Well that is startling, but not an usual sight around my house. “Is this how you treat your dolls?!?”

No no no, this Taylee Turtle Enchantimal was going to be a Monster High custom…and that’s as far as I got…

“I can’t see anything!! Hello??”

Don’t worry Taylee, you’re doing great.

Enchantimals are about the same height as Pixlings, but have smaller proportions. They also have opposite joints (well, at least Taylee has knee joints, I don’t believe most Enchantimals have these). You can also see how basic the molded (granted I acetoned some of it away) and fabric pieces are compared to Marena. I mean it’s not really a fair comparison because I think of Marena as more of an aquatic mammal, fish, or amphibian and Taylee is more of a:

Here are Dolce Dolphin and Sedda Seahorse.

Yeaaaaah, the skirts might look a bit more inspired, but none of them have fins sculpted to their legs or arms, and their shirts are still kinda boring. Also wanted to compare her to this unreleased mermaid Novi Star, just because her decorations around her eyes and her large ear fins reminded me of them….and actually the large head, small torso and hands are kinda reminiscent or Marena too, huh….

Okay, Taylee wandered off when I was looking at the other Enchantimals and Nobvi Star concept, soooo, let’s compare Marena with Ebbie Blue, the youngest of G2’s Blue family.

“She’s like a mini me!” She is both less and more detailed than you Marena (I LOVE the scales on the arms and under her pigtails, her little fins on her arms, and how the scales merge into her tail, but she can’t tip her head up and can move her arms out).

Also, she’s got widdle, round fingers that look like they have not finished growing.

Let’s compare you to someone a bit older: Kelpie Blue from G2!

“Look at her sharp toe-nails, and those shoulder spikes! I think she’s more sea monster than nymph.” “Is someone saying something down there? I can’t move my head down to see.”

Well….that’s a little better. Kelpie has really cute and unique scales, fins, and shortened webbing in between her fingers, but her articulation is REALLY poor (she can’t move her head up/down, or move her arms/legs out).

Her ears were also added on later, like Marena’s.

“I wonder if all dolls get stiffer when they grow up?”

“I dunno, I have a torso joint that es magnífica.”

“Are you a sea monster too??”

“Sí! But don’t worry I won’t eat you up, you’re too cute like my Señor Squishy.” “Whoa!!”

“Let me introduce you to more Lagoonas.”

After chasing the speedy G2 around, she finally got to look at her tiny little ear fins while playing with her hair, and Freshwater Lagoona and Saltwater Lagoona both couldn’t get over how cute she was.

“Look at the lil’ kindy!”

“A lil’ sea grub!!”

She’s actually closest (design wise) to both G1 Lagoona’s. A lack of scales, she’s in-between both their colors of blue and she has the added pink accents too.

Side tangent about Lagoona:

Thought I should add a quick summery of my thoughts on my different generation Lagoonas. G1 Lagoona:

pros: All the different material used in her clothing, her face-up, her personality, her addition of a diary, her fully webbed hands (with different colored webbing and see through fins). cons: she has an ill-fitting swimsuit, her fins keep falling off, her thin joints make her pretty delicate, glue head (this one is treated with La’s Totally Awesome cleaner, but I still need to treat Freshwater Lagoona, and de-yellow her head), and the elastic hip joints make her floppy. Her character being ALL about Gil in the series (I really don’t hate his character and I LOVE his G1 design, I just wish there were more to her stories than just him).

G2 Lagoona (I’m still looking for the OG G2 Lagoona, so have the Beast Pet one here):

pros: Her softened face is kinda cute, her sculpted scales around her arm and leg fins, her stronger joints, her fins stay in SO MUCH BETTER. cons: I remember her being a lot more hyper and speedy than G1 and it’s an odd choice to me, her eyes were changed from green to blue, her webbing decreased in size and is no longer another color (and many of her dolls didn’t have this much articulation).

G3 Lagoona (I originally gave her braids to make her have kinky hair, but the braids are kinda growing on me).

pros: torso joint on most of her dolls, see through legs, her fins stay on pretty well, larger ear fins, a really fun personality on the show, her joints are stronger/her doll feels sturdier, I like many of her shoes and themes (jellyfish/tentacles/pearls).

cons: I didn’t like her first couple of releases, her pink (while it reminds me of an axolotl) is a bit too sunburnt looking for me…? Maybe a paler or darker pink. I would have liked it if they would have painted her ears/and had a blue to pink fade on her arms as well…also her dots on her forehead should have either been sculpted scales or drawn scales like Marena. Biggest disappointment: should have hand webbing, a diary, and accessories that have to do with her love of telenovelas!!! I’m still getting used to her being really different than G1 Lagoona and would have really liked it had she been her cousin from the Amazon (because I want to see them interact with each other SO BAD).

Anyways, Tangent over:

My last take aways is: MARENA HAS THE BEST HAIR FIBER OUT OF ALL OF THEM!!

okay, now the review is over.

#monster high #monster high doll #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high dolls #dollbr #doll collector #toy collecting #doll review #magic mixies #magic mixies pixlings #Marena #lagoona

[imfinereallyy]

when you said I scared you, well I guess you scared me too

Steve looks over the pamphlet in his hands. The smooth surface shouldn’t feel so rough on his hands. He supposes that’s because of the scars and callouses over his fingers. Nothing is able to be soft for him anymore.

Steve moves his gaze from the pamphlet to the door, to the pamphlet and the door once again. It shouldn’t be so scary. It is a community center door, similar to the ones they have in Hawkins. It’s made of beat-up wood and foggy glass. Steve’s sure if—no when, he pushes the door open, it’ll squeak. Rusting hinges that need replacing long ago, reminding him of his worn-out limbs.

Steve knows he shouldn’t feel so achy at 25, but when facing his own mortality year after year for so long, he knows a few aches is probably the bottom of the barrel of problems he has.

Steve lets out a breath. Circles his thumb around the edge of the pages and gives himself a paper cut. He doesn’t flinch; he knows it will happen. He isn’t sure if he could look someone in the eye and tell them he didn’t do it on purpose. He probably would tell the truth instead; he has many vices, but lying isn’t one of them. The truth being he just wants a reminder that he is alive.

That this is real.

“Okay.” Steve breathes again. He can do this. He promised Robin he is going to try. Even after all this time, he can’t say no to her. Can’t break her heart. So even though they move to a new city, even though Steve has already been sober for two months, she thinks this will be good for him.

Narcotics Anonymous: 6pm-8pm, Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Fucking N.A. Steve thinks. He doesn’t want to do it. It is already hard enough trying to avoid all of the Upside Down stuff, a major contributor to his problem. But the other big part, the abuse part, the queer part, isn’t always safe to talk about. No matter how anonymous it says, it is. Steve isn’t stupid. Sure, there were other things he could talk about. His neglectful parents. His struggles with depression. The countless head injuries. How one of his best friends hasn’t spoken to him in over five years. How he is pretty sure he is dead. How the other friends of his he met when they were 13, and he is nearly 18.

All really good stuff to work out.

But Steve knows he won’t be able to move on unless he can talk about everything honestly. Well, everything that isn’t signed away in an NDA.

“Isn’t the point to be able to heal?” Steve tells Robin when they are unpacking boxes. “It’s either this or therapy dingus, and this is free,” Robin says while wrapping bubble wrap around his head.

She does the research, of course, because she’s Robin. She finds the one group in all of Chicago that is considered “friendly to all groups around.” She even admits to having Dustin help her, and Robin doesn’t ask anyone outside of Steve for help, let alone admit it. So Steve knows she is serious.

Steve groans loudly. His voice echoing throughout the hallway. Using the pamphlet as a barrier between the wood and his palm, Steve pushes through the door.

As usual, Steve underestimates himself, and the door slams against the wall, echoing throughout the room. Everyone in the room turns away from the podium to look behind their seats at Steve.

Steve glances at his watch. 6:04 pm. Shit. He supposes punctuality is supposed to help with recovery. “Sorry,” Steve says to the room with a grimace and a little finger wave.

“It’s okay.” The man at the podium states. He has salt-and-pepper hair and round-frame glasses. He isn’t particularly old, though. He’s handsome, and well-aged. Like a fine wine that Steve knows he can’t touch anymore. “You actually arrived a little early for a first-timer. Please have a seat; we just started.” The man laughs lightly, waving to the empty back row.

Steve rushes to his seat. Thankful that most people here have the humanity to face back to the front. He brings a little relief to Steve, knowing these people can sense when not to push.

Well most people.

See, while everyone else turns back around, one head stays perfectly on Steve. He can feel the eyes boring into him so furiously that Steve can’t help but turn in their direction.

Steve expects an older gentleman who is fed up with young people's disrespect of punctuality. Or a younger person, wanting to move addictions from drugs to sex. Which Steve isn’t looking for right now. He even thinks that maybe it’s a family member someone brought with them today who doesn’t understand the etiquette of N.A.

What Steve doesn’t expect is to turn and see the very best friend he hasn’t seen in five years. A man he thought to be dead. A man whose last words to Steve were that he rather would be.

Because there, staring at Steve with wide eye curiosity and sorrow is Eddie Munson.

And he is even more beautiful than the last time Steve saw him.

***

just an idea I had bouncing around….

part 2? Maybe if people are interested, cause I have so much I could write on this. Either way I think this interesting on its own. Also I’ve dealt with addiction close hand with loved ones, but I am not an addict myself so if I get anything wrong please feel free to correct me. I want to handle this with care.

The title is from “Joey” by concrete blonde. An amazing song, everyone should listen to.

#steddie #cw: discussion of addiction #cw: brief mention of self harm #it’s barely there but it should be said #this is sad but the good kind where it will have a happy ending #hurt/comfort #but right now it’s more like #hurt/no comfort #platonic stobin #cw: mentions of past domestic abuse #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #mentioned: #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stranger things #Steve Harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #ficlet #my writing

[klausinamarink]

Happy birthday in advance!!

If it's still unclaimed, could you write something for the "swimming" prompt? And if swimming is already spoken for, an alternate choice would be "Because you're a jinx!" While Steve, Eddie, and/or Robin are my favorites, any characters that you are inspired to write about would be great.

Thank you! I hope the entire month of April for you is filled with creativity and fun!! 💜🎉🥳

and a happy birthday to you too! 🎉

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When Max thought of what she missed the most in California, the beach was always at the bottom of the list. 

Sure, it had been fun when she was younger, but that was when it was just Max and her mom. Before Max started skateboarding and found it more enjoyable than burning her bare feet on the sand. 

Before her mom remarried and Billy was supposed to be her brother. 

Max always hated Billy. But in the first week after their parents’ marriage, Max had tried to connect with Billy. See if there was something else under his spitfire attitude and resentment. 

It was a Saturday morning and Billy was lifting his weights when Max had asked him if they could go to the beach.

She saw how the muscles of his bare back had tensed up. The sudden hitch in his breath. His eyes wide and distant in the mirror. 

Then Billy had spun around, one of the weights breaking through the drywall just inches from Max’s head. She had cried out but forced herself to be silent when Billy had yanked her towards him by the collar. He had leaned to her face, spitting at her as he growled, “Don’t ever ask me that again, you little bitch.”

When Billy had let her go, Max ran to her room and muffled her sobbing into her pillows. 

Since then, she never looked back once at the beach. Not even years later when they moved out to Hawkins. 

But here she was: facing the waves while the heat radiating from the sand made her sweat. It made her faded surgery scars itch and rustled the ever so-deep flares from her metal-fixed bones. 

“You doing okay?”

Max tore her gaze away from the waves. Steve was crouching under her umbrella, dripping wet from the ocean. His hair was ridiculously flat. Max bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t laugh yet at the future image of Steve bemoaning the loss of his infamous poofy hair. 

“It’s hot,” Max admitted. She used to miss the permanent heat. She never liked the Indiana winters even with the fluffiest coats and sweaters. But now she was starting to pray for a December snowfall. 

“Did you need the towels soaked again?” Steve asked.

“Please. I’m dying over here,” Max pleaded. Back in March, she would never make another dead joke. Back in March and April and May, she had to chew the guilt with the shitty hospital foods whenever she caught Steve’s fallen expression. As if Max was a lost ghost and he was the only one who couldn’t get her to the other side.

But March was four years ago. Today was a lazy Saturday in May and Max can make as many dying jokes as she could and it always caught everyone off guard that had them spluttering for breath while Steve and Lucas laughed their asses off. 

Suck that, Vecna.

Steve gently pried off the towels that hung on her arms and around her neck. As he dosed them with one of their many cold water bottles, Max stared back out into the ocean.

Mike, Lucas, Robin, and Eddie were in the middle of another ruthless round of water volleyball. Dustin and Erica were picking through the tiny shells on the shore. El and Nancy were sunbathing while Jonathan and Argyle chatted. Mike and Will had walked off somewhere, probably for something gross. 

It was nice. But the longer she had stared at the waves, the more they called out to her. 

A long time ago, the crashing waves reminded her of the broken drywall and Billy’s spittle on her face. Sometimes she had a nightmare of walking in the water, only for a riptide to pull her out into the vastness where she eventually had no choice but to sink underneath the surface where the infinite darkness greeted her. 

Max had assumed that it was literal. But it had turned out that the riptide and darkness was just Billy. And then it became the Upside Down and Starcourt. And then it was Vecna.

She was so scared then. 

“I think I want to swim,” Max said.

Steve stopped as he was about to place a freshly-soaked towel on her arm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Steve made an affirmative noise and stood up. “You need any help?”

“Maybe you piggyback me to the water?” Max gave him the best puppy eyes she could muster. “I don’t wanna burn my feet.”

Steve sighed but she caught him smiling, “And when you want to get out?”

“Steve, it’s a crime to leave a girl in the ocean!”

He laughed as he crouched down in front of her, his arms outstretched to carry Max. She managed to slide out of the beach chair and land firmly on Steve’s back, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. The wetness of his back slightly soaked through the front of her baggy shirt and swimsuit.

“God, I swear you used to be lighter,” Steve huffed, already running towards the water.

Max laughed as she bounced, “No, you’re just getting old!”

The waves grew louder as they approached. Max spotted Lucas turning around just in time for Steve to splash into the water, dashing through the first wave. She swore she saw Lucas breaking into a joyous grin and waving to her with a whoop. It made her heart swoon.

Steve stopped suddenly. A particularly large wave was about to break in front of him. 

“Ready?” 

If he had asked Max that years ago, she would’ve said no. Or maybe she would agree just for the sake of being pulled far from the shore’s reach and accept what waited for her in the depths.

Max said with a grin on her face, “Born ready.”

Steve torpedoed into the wave just as it broke and crashed onto them. Max was immediately plunged into the forgotten warmth of salt water. It went up her nose and she closed her eyes too late so it stung her eyes. She clung tighter around Steve as the water roared in her ears.

When she broke through the surface first, Max’s first reaction was to laugh.

It was kind of dumb to be scared of the ocean after all this time. But it definitely helped when her family was here too.

#the klaus birthday special #klaus writes #steve harrington #max mayfield #stranger things #klaus answers

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Day One - Refuge

The cave Barry tugged Lup into was cold, damp, and lacking any comfortable place to sit down, but it still beat the storm raging outside. Earlier in the morning, they had set off from the ship to try and track down the Light. Taako and Magnus had taken the high road through the mountains the Starblaster couldn’t fit through, while Lup and Barry took the foothills at the bottom. They still hadn’t developed a great system for finding the Light yet, but it had to have landed somewhere nearby. Magnus swore he saw it further up the mountain but it was best to cover all their bases.

But with the storm, it might be a lost cause no matter where Magnus thought he saw it.

It had arrived with very little warning time. First, the gentle breeze had picked up into a howling, whipping gust. And then, the bright and sunny sky got swept behind big, dark clouds. The rain came down in one big downpour. Getting back onto high ground had been their biggest priority. But now, in this cave, Barry didn’t really know what else to do.

To be fair, this wasn’t exactly something he had trained for. Hell, what he had trained for is trying to figure out what unknown substances were and how to properly take samples without damaging the thing he was taking the samples from. Now, they were four years into what was supposed to be a two-month trip and he was not having the greatest of times. His back hurt, his legs hurt, his head hurt, his heart hurt-

Okay. No. Back on topic. C’mon Barry.

Lup was pacing in front of the cave entrance, snapping her fingers at her side as she walked. Barry was reminded very strongly of a tiger in a too-small cage.

He and Lup were… not close but not distant? It was hard to be distant when you have spent four years living with someone. But like, Barry was close to Magnus and Davenport and everyone else. Lup mainly stuck with Taako. Taako mainly stuck with Lup. Barry had a feeling that if- that once they all got back to the ship, no one would be asking them to go on separate missions for a while. It had been hard enough getting her here. At least she trusted Magnus.

Not that she didn’t trust him. Maybe? Maybe. Barry didn’t actually know. But Magnus was very big and pretty, uh, pretty strong, so Barry had to assume that made him more reliable. Taako’s quip of “Magnus will look after me, you can look after Barry” before they split up wasn’t super reassuring.

“It’s just rain,” Lup said. It took Barry a moment to realize she was talking to herself. “We don’t have to hide from rain.”

“We, uh, we don’t have to,” Barry said. “But, uh—”

“Like what’s the worse it can do? Get me wet?”

“L— Lup—”

“Taako’s probably still out there. We can at least do some retcon and—”

“Lup—”

“What?” Lup snapped, rounding on him.

There was an awful crashing sound from outside the cave. Lup back turned to watch a heavy tree fell down the hill in a rush of water. The wind swept towards them, causing the ends of Lup’s robe to flare. She turned towards him again, jaw set.

“Uhm,” Barry said. “I— I don’t think that’s a smart idea.”

Lup groaned, running her hands through her hair.

“But if Taako—”

“He’ll be fine,” Barry said. “He’s, uhm, he’s a good wizard. And he’s got Magnus.”

“But he needs me,” Lup said. She looked like she wanted to resume her pacing. Instead, she just balled her fists up at her side. One hand started snapping again, restless. Barry swore he could see little sparks flying from her fingers.

“Does he?” Barry said. Lup’s look intensified. Barry shrank back a little. “I mean, you know him best! B— but, I mean— he’s— he’s a good wizard, Lup. He can get himself out of shitty situations. But we can’t really help any— anyone if we get swept away or something.”

Also, Barry didn’t know how the fuck to swim. But that was not something he needed to admit right now.

“And you’re a— a helluva wizard yourself, Lup, but I- I would feel safer if we stayed here until it lets up a little.” He swallowed. “We’ve got a nice little refuge up in this cave and if— if we need to, we can go higher up and figure it out. We still don’t know if death is like, a thing for us, and I— like, preferably, we’d test that out in a safer environment-”

“You’re a fucking dork, Bluejeans,” Lup said. But her fists had unclenched, her voice a touch lighter.

“I— I mean, takes one to know one.”

“Ha!” Lup said. The chill that had settled over Barry’s chest felt lighter hearing her laugh. “Fair enough.” She stepped away from the cave’s entrance, rubbing her hands together. Those were definitely sparks. “What’d’you say to a little campfire to warm us up?”

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[goldengirlls]

one — everything has changed

summary— one fleeting memory after another and the wishing of a star bringing her a little closer to home.

pairings— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, swearing, slight sexual content

a/n— the out pouring love on my prologue has blown me away so thank you for that! this ones the shortest part of the series but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

series m.list | s.stan m.list | m.list

Fate was a cruel thing. 

Bucky remembers it all too well. The smell of opium lingering on your skin when he’d whisper words under your ears. The words that were forsure imprinted on your warm skin after a win. The way your laugh echoed in the bare night when the two of them sat under what he made yours. 

A vicious cycle that he was to blame. 

“See that?“ He whispered, his grip tightening on the person who fit him like a puzzle piece. “All of those are yours.”

“What do you mean?” Spoken through a smile and butterflies in your stomach. Flush against the person who made everything feel like home.

“The stars.” Bucky’s Adam's apple bobbed. Kisses of admiration and love adorning your scalp, his voice was a song that you never got sick of. 

“I’m declaring the stars and sky as yours, eight.” 

Rolling your head up, your eyes connected with the eyes that reminded you of a golden hour and a boyish smile. 

“Really?” Fingers twirling with a stray piece of hair, “Why?” Impatiently chewing on your bottom lip.

“Because, you were kissed by the moon, and everything shine’s brighter when you’re around.” Bucky quipped right back. “Just like the stars.”

“Buck? Hey Buck l—, buddy?” A hand waving over his face forced him out of his daydream. 

“Yeah, sorry I’m listening.” Demanding a smile from within him and his only sense of escape dwindling from his mind. 

“How ya feelin good about all of this, I mean shit, Steve it was always just ideas and a dream jotted on a piece of paper but now it’s a reality. Your reality.” A hand placing itself on Steve’s crisp blue button down, slightly pushing his figure away, “Proud of ya. Deserve all the happiness in the world, man.” 

“Kinda wild really, but couldn't have done it without ya,” Teasing smile, “Ya know, being a pain in my ass all those years.” 

A real laugh escaped from his wet lips. Something he hadn’t done in a long time.

“So do you, Bucky.” Steve directs back to his childhood best friend.

Bucky paused, placing his drink on the dark mahogany bar, Adam apple bobbing harshly, forcing everything down. 

A dry chuckle leaving his lips, “Tonight isn’t about me.” Absentmindedly rubbing the only thing left he had of you. 

“‘Sides, happiness doesn’t exist with me, Steve. Don’t really deserve it after everything.” Pushing forth a smile. Hoping that it would convince the unwanted topic.

But Bucky knew Steve almost as well as he knew himself, and he wasn’t giving it up anytime soon.

“Everyone, and I mean everyone, Bucky deserves to be happy, including you.” Steve stated, his gaze now fixed on Bucky—

not dropping it anytime soon, “So since I’m your best friend,” Signaling the bartender for a fresh round, “Were gonna sit here, drink and hopefully talk about the fact you’re gonna be seein’ her for the first time in long time.” Standing firm behind his words.

And just like that the memories of her of cotton candy sunsets, midnights and peonies flashed before him, “She hates me.” Bucky mutters the words out loud, wishing he never broke his favorite person. 

Finally making eye contact with his best friend since childhood. The one who saw him through everything. 

“But,” Bucky chuckled forcing the water that begged to be released, “Don’t really blame her y’know. Shit— I’d hate me too. Did the one thing I promised her I never would.” Bucky coughed, gulping down his old drink and grabbing the new one.

“Actions have consequences, Steve.” 

“Jamie!! You did it.” Pillow-like lips and a flash before him pressed against him, he felt home wrap around him. “So proud of you, always.” Star like eyes sweeping over his features. 

“Couldn’t have done it without ya baby girl. Never can— good luck charm.” Boyish smiled adorning his face as he swept over your features, outlining you like the constellations in the sky and his resting on the newly added accessory— the J hanging effortlessly on you. “Looks good on ya— everything does, Star. Can I geta ‘nother kiss from ya? Make my night even better?”

Your hopeless lovestruck baseball boy.

A roll of your star like eyes and a crescent moon appearing on your peonies colored lips, “You know you’re seriously one of the cheesiest people I’ve ever met, right?” Cloudy manicured fingers combing through his wet locks.

“Maybe, but you love it almost as much as you love your dream boy.” The words whispered over your lips, melting into them as he spoke. 

“Dream boy? That’s new.” Quipping right back.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as his hands molded to the curve of your hips, “New bad? Or new good?” Lips so close, you could taste the mint from his gum with a mix of aftershave— Cedarwood and home.

“New great, dream boy.” Cotton candy mixed with watermelon welcoming him as he pressed his smile onto yours.

“Shit— kiss me like that again, I promise all the gentlemen in me will be left in this parking lot.” 

Your lips once again welcoming his as he pressed you against the door to your baseball boys car— with his promise in mind.

Bucky Barnes wasn’t shy or weak by any means, but when it came to you, he was. Bucky’s lips parted for a moment—begging to ask the one question he dreaded the most. 

“Uh, can I ask ya something Steve?” Not daring to look in the eyes of his best friend. Feeling shallow and weak as he waited for his response.

“The answer to your question is no.” Steve responded, patiently waiting for the question or response of his friend that would surely follow, but it never came. “Nat told me she’s her plus one, well more like half of the one.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, looking ahead of him at the wall of neatly arranged liquor bottles for an answer, then it dawned on him— Wanda.

A sense of relief washed over him when the stars aligned in his favor. Bucky wasn’t sure how he would handle seeing someone that wasn’t him with her. Of course he’d heard through the grapevine that you’d dated other guys from time to time, but those few times he had, he felt his skin crawl and his heartbreak a little each time. He’d rather be hit with a ball at ninety miles an hour than see her with someone else. 

“Always attached at the hip, the three of them. Never could go far without one of them.” Steve chuckled though his words and finished his drink with one last sip. 

A thick silence formed over them, voices of people soon faded, and the chimes of glasses disappeared. 

Bucky paused, a few heartbeats passing as he attempted to gather his thoughts. And when he did, he raised his chin, his stormy eyes faltered to Steve, finally connecting with them. Having been afraid of the eyes that held all the answers Bucky wanted, no needed to ask, but afraid of what would be written in them.

“Piece of advice, try talkin’ to her, Buck.” Steve's eyes looked over Bucky’s features— droopy eyes and senses of relief washing the rest away. 

“It’s been eight years. Things change and people change, Bucky.” Words pouring through the midnight sky. “Never know what might happen.”

Bucky nodded slowly, finishing his drink and swallowed the words spoken throughout the night down with them.

It had taken you one hour to go through customs, many minutes of waiting for your bags, bumper to bumper traffic and sigh of relief when your ears heard the voice of one of the most important people in your life bring you to her. 

“Y/n!” 

Bright eyes and the arms of the closest things to home wrap engulfed you in a tidal wave of emotions. Months of countless texts and facetime calls all leading up to this moment. 

“Welcome home, my baby girl.” 

Her safety net wrapped around her. Arms that kept her safe from the monsters hidden under her bed. The very ones that taught her to ride her purple bike. Ones that inspired her talent for writing and drawing— the very ones that lead her to the women she is today.

“Hi mom.” Squeezing all of her tightly, “Missed you.” Pushing the water back that lined your eyes. 

“Oh honey, we have missed you all too much.” Her voice filled with love and meaning. She pulled away, her eyes raked over you— capturing this moment, she had been waiting for, for far too long.

“Come on. Come in, I wanna hear about your flight and your latest project. You know at that place I can’t remember the name of.” She rambled faster than she could think, “I just wanna hear about everything I’ve missed about you.”

“You look,” trying to speak the word that taunted him, “—happy, Pepper. Really. Can’t believe the big days’ just knocking on the door.” 

“I know, it’s all so crazy to think so many years later here we are, only days away from a moment that I’ve wished for so long.” Peppers lips curving into a smile, her eyes catching the man who changed her life, the nod of his asking her to excuse herself from the group in front of her. 

“It looks good on him.” Sam chuckled into his glass and his index finger circled around the cool air. 

“Yeah, it does.” Bucky murmured before reaching for another drink on a tray that passed by him. 

Searching in the sea of nameless faces, engulfed in Tom Ford, scotch filling his taste buds as laughs fill the joyous air, dreaming of the moment that eight years would appear soon enough.

Black coated eyelashes fluttered in every direction taking in the picture in front of you. It was nothing short of Tony and Pepper. Candle light dancing in every direction— illuminating the small but meaningful details of the building and the important details that shouted love. 

But while the details of love danced before you, you felt every emotion you wished to have felt. Craved on the tip of your tongue. Something you wanted with him.

“Y/n.” Tony grinned as he brought you into his arms— a welcome home and it's been far too long residing in the moment. 

“Tony, hi. Congratulations.” The words flowing off your tongue, pulling back as you drink in the event around you. “This looks beautiful.”

“ ‘s’all Pepper.” Spoken with love and adoration.

A hand brushing itself on your back and the very woman appearing and taking you into her arms.

“Welcome home.” Pepper spoke, grabbing your hand and squeezing them.

“Thank you. Pepper, this looks amazing. You look beautiful.” You responded, cocking your head slightly to the side and a twinkle in your eyes.

“So do you. Truly. And I’m so happy you’re here.” Catching your eye— solidifying her words. “And I’m dying to catch up and hear all about the past few months, but I know there's a few people here dying to see you, so go say hi and come find me a little later.”

“Pepper-“

“I’m not asking. Go.” Pepper smiled, fleeting away from your vision. 

Moments later you found yourself with a drink grasped in your hand, condensation dripped on the cloudy manicured fingers as your eyes searched the midnight ambience for a familiar face when one of the many that became familiar appeared. 

“Long time no see stranger.” The gruff voice spoke, snapping you from the blue eyes. Arms reaching out to enclose around you.

“Steve. Oh my god. Hi.” You responded happily and excitingly, the corners of your mouth pushing a smile out. 

“Welcome home.” Steve repeated for what felt like the millionth time today but happily accepted it. “Have’ya been here long?”

“Yeah me too and no, just a few minutes ago.” Your pink, cotton candy like lips forming a smile with a million emotions as you took in a part of him.

“You know you’re all the talk. Were all happy you’re home.” Steve stated. The blue eyes telling you more than his lips. 

He’s happy you’re home.

You paused, “Yeah, uh speaking of, where is everyone?” Eyes peering behind him. 

“C’mon, follow me.” Steve’s voice ringing through your ears as you followed him through the mess of people. 

A new melody was created as many people welcomed you home. Preaches of how are you and I missed you lingered in the air. The arms of your best friends wrapping you snug against them. Declarations of love passed between the three of you as if nothing existed and no time had been passed. Gold soaring through you and claiming itself on your dress is everything you felt. Promises of pictures and a family dinner at the Love were spoken and pinky promises held to your heart from a very demanding Wanda and Natasha. 

For a fleeting moment everything felt as close as it could to okay, but fate had a twisted sense of humor and something else in mind. 

The gold dress suddenly felt too tight and your mind was running a marathon. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. A moment you never thought would happen. 

Brown hair catching your eyes. The semi forced smile quickly faded and was replaced with a haunting expression. Voices and music turned to white noise, the bustle of people became blurry and it was all in slow motion— cruel and heartbreaking. 

Suddenly you were drowning in blue. And in that blue, was the scripture with a million moments and reasons for the two of you. 

The star spangled midnight sky that he once claimed as yours by the boyish smile that consumed your thoughts. Red lips that once spoke words of love and happiness as they ghosted over the column of your neck appearing before you. 

The familiar look in his eye, chose you once upon a time. 

But once upon a time didn’t exist, only reality. And reality was you were in love with someone who loved another.

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[jinxxangel13]

Ancient Enchantment

Finally got around to editing this story! This is one I've been working hard on for the last 2 weeks and with have 2 new oc's I've been fully fleshing out on paper.

The name of this series is up for change, so let me know if you have any ideas! Hope you enjoy!

[I made a lot of these pictures using the Dream AI app, and using one of my own reference photos to try and make the characters. More to come!]

~Masterlist~ -Next-

The hallways were quiet as two teenagers and their professor stood in the hallway waiting to be able to get sorted. The two exchanged glances as their professor peaked his head into a large set of elegant wooden double doors.

Professor Fig suddenly leans back out of the door, leaving it slightly ajar, facing the two of us with a look of both annoyance and guilt.

“Phineas Nigellus Black.” He sighs again, looking between the two of us. “Prepare yourself to meet the Headmaster.”

“The Headmaster? Already?” Azara’s deep ocean blue eyes widened in alarm, turning to her brother.

“Well, shit.” Alistair grumbled, earning an elbow to his ribcage from his sister who snapped at him something that sounded eerily like, ‘language.’

Footsteps could be heard from the double doors just before a man walked through, stopping in front of the three of them. The man had greying dark hair, tired looking dark blue eyes with wrinkles underneath them, a full dark beard, and a mustache grown out to his bottom lip. He was dressed very regally, but his aura gave off annoyance with a hint of danger and darkness.

“Fig- how nice of you to join us.” The snark came out clearer with agitation in that one sentence, causing the twins to exchange confused glances.

Both of them wondered just how bad the history was with the two professors.

“The sorting ceremony is over.” Headmaster Black stepped closer to Fig, who looked to the twins, giving them a look to let him handle it.

“There were- um- complications.” Was all Fig had said. “It seems that the goblin problem has-”

Headmaster Black rolled his eyes with an annoyed breath.

“Enough of this. Goblins. I have no time for your rumors, Fig. And now I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left for you.” 

The headmaster finally turned to the twins, looking over them quickly before addressing them.

“If you're both lucky, we might still be able to get you sorted this evening.” With that, the headmaster turned back into the room he came from, barely gesturing to the twins to follow.

“I’ll be in touch.” Fig patted both of their shoulders.

Azara smiled at him, squeezing his hand for a moment before following after the Headmaster.

“Wish us luck.” Alistair waved slightly to Fig before following his sister.

Inside the room was a gorgeous layout, almost breathtakingly beautiful. There were four grand tables stretching vertically and taking up a majority of the room, all side by side with different colors and symbols at the front of them, closest to the door they came from. There were floating candles all above them, and another table at the back of the room, this one horizontal and holding what the twins assumed to be the other professors. There was a stool in front of the professors table with an older woman with reddish hair and round glasses, holding what looked to be an ancient brown leather pointy hat with a face on the front.

“Professor Weasley! We’ve got two more to be sorted.” Headmaster black walked up the couple steps towards the stool and stood to the left, opposite to Professor Weasley on the right. 

The twins followed behind, walking down the center aisle and earning some confused and curious glances from all students in the room. Azara started to shrink into herself before Alistair nudged her forward, a silent reminder. 

Azara took a deep breath before straightening her shoulders and lifting her head up higher. 

The twins stopped at the bottom of the stairs in front of the house tables, waiting to be told what was needed from them next.

“Welcome! You’re just in time. One of you, please come and have a seat.” Professor Weasley gave a gentle smile to the two of them. 

Azara looked back towards Alistair and nodded, stepping up towards the stool before sitting down. 

Professor Weasley then took the hat in her hand and placed it on Azara’s head. Azara jumped at the weight of it, as well as the voice that seemed to emit from it.

“Ah, yes. Quite a bit older than the others, are you not?” The hat seemed to pause before humming and continued speaking. “You come here with preferences and preconceptions- certain expectations, no?”

“I’m looking forward to meeting my professors and learning all that I can at Hogwarts.” Azara spoke to the hat.

“Indeed. Hogwarts has much to offer to a dedicated student, and what you learn in class will prepare you for the challenges outside the classroom as well.” The hat hums in thought, shifting on her head. “I detect something in you. A certain sense of- what is it… 

“Is it ambition?” Azara asks softly. “I may seem single-minded, but it is important to go after what you want from life.

“Interesting. You’e also recently learned that you possess not just one rare ability. I detect a growing sense of ambition, an eagerness for power in a sense. Perhaps you belong in Slytherin?”

Azara waits in anxiousness for the hat to decide.

“You belong in Slytherin!”

She stands up from the stool with a smile on her face, looking towards her brother for approval, she could see him laugh a little with a shake of his head, motioning her toward Professor Weasley.

Azara turns to her in confusion, watching as she swirls her wand towards herself, amazed at how her robes turned from their neutral grey to a beautiful emerald green, and the crest on her chest turns into that of a snake. 

Professor Weasley motions for Azara to stand to her side, then waving for Alistair to take a seat in his sister's previous spot and placing the sorting hat on his head.

The hat shifted a moment before settling once more.

“Ah, a matching set, are you not? Interesting, interesting. What are you looking for here?”

Alistair thought for a moment. “I’m looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle in the grounds.”

“Yes, similar enough to your kin, but also so very different from one another. Indeed, much can be gleaned by having an adventurous experience, but your professors have a great deal to teach you as well.” The hat paused.

“Oh, but you’re brave at heart, very cunning with one track-mind at times, although not always in the greatest moment. Exceptionally daring, undaunted by the unknown. Willing to forge ahead alone when you must, though you never seem to be. I dare say that two are better than just one. You belong in Slytherin!”

Professor Weasley took the hat from Alistair's head, waving her wand in the same fashion as Azara, his robes and sweater changing to green before he moved towards his sister, embracing her in a side hug in excitement.

Headmaster Sharp takes control of the room again by his final announcement.

“One more thing. Due to the unfortunate injury on the pitch during last spring’s final, this year’s quidditch season has been canceled.” There was an uproar in the room and the twins looked at each other with a sigh at the news. “Enough! It’s not as though I’ve banned flying altogether, but don't tempt me. You are here to focus on your academic futures. I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin.”

No one at the tables understood what he was talking about, starting to talk to themselves again.

“I said, I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow!” 

The house tables seemed to get the meaning, and all started getting up to leave out the door. Anyone could tell that these students knew each other for the most part, each sticking to their group of friends in the same house, but some mingled with the others.

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[zealouscanonindeer]

Battles of past

Synopsis: The past brings out new insecurities, how will they navigate through it?

Category: Slight angst. Fluff.

********

I drummed my fingers against the smooth cold mahogany desk, swirling the office chair round and round. I was bored out of my mind and with nothing to do, I always did tend to get a little fidgety. Cleaning helped calm me down, it worked on multiple fronts, I got the nervous energy out of my system, the house looked nice and tidy and time passed by without notice.

I had finished up the kitchen, the bedroom, bathroom. The only place left was Ethan's home office. I'd never really been in there for long, only when I needed a space to work or something, my limit only had ever stretched to his desk. Not that he would mind but there wasn't any circumstance as such. Even all of my documents were in the bottom most drawer of the vanity.

I grabbed the broom, mop and the rest of my cleaning tools, deciding to deep clean the place. I began with the glass door, scrubbing until I could lightly see my reflection in it. Next was the desk, I arranged all three of his drawers, onto the floor, the tiles squeaking under my feet by the time I was done.

I moved to his cabinet, finishing the upper half before settling down, opening the huge drawer at the bottom. I pulled it as it fought back, the hinges too lazy to move in what must have been years. I yanked it open, dust floating up. I looked at various papers, certificates, report cards, albums, yearbooks. I gasped, it was Ethan's old stuff. I'd never really experienced a truly young Ethan, it always filled me with insecurity, the age gap.

I pulled out the contents slowly, wiping the covers gently with my cleaning cloth, rummaging through the pages. I laughed as I read his elementary report cards, stellar as expected.

He used to be late every time! I couldn't imagine Ethan ever being late, a letter to Alan for sneaking out of class, a school project of My Family, with a photo of Ethan, smiling wholeheartedly with gaps in his tiny teeth, how adorable! Next to him sat Alan, looking so young I almost couldn't recognize him, he sat taller, a faint smile on his lips, eyes shining with pride. His hand resting on Ethan's cute little knee. I moved my eyes to the woman, her striking blue eyes identical to the ones I looked into daily, her dark blonde hair put up in a stylish updo, her poise perfectly regal.

I smiled sadly looking at the date at the bottom of the page, three years more and she would leave,causing a hurt an entire lifetime cannot replace. I moved on pulling out more memories, high school graduation, yearbooks, Ethan with braces, med school.

I chuckled, throwing my head back at a photo of Ethan and Tobias, Tobias kissing Ethan's cheek, the latter scrunching his face in clear amusement.

Next were his med school books, Anatomy, Physiology, pharmac, I blew a raspberry at the book, it had given me all the sleepless nights in the world. I flipped through the pages, his flowing handwriting sprawled through the pages, notes and markings throughout the book. Just as I was about to place it down, two photos slipped through the pages, landing face down on the floor. I picked them up turning them.

"Wo.. Ah" I mumbled. Not even in my dreams could Ethan look so.. young. He looked so...not my Ethan. The second picture sent a slight pang through me, an irrational surge of displeasure at the unknown woman. Ethan's arms against her set my skin ablaze and despite myself I began perusing the extent of her familiarity with Ethan.

It wasn't like we came to each other virgins, I knew he had his past but having a reminder of it is always unpleasant. I pushed everything back into the drawer, getting up and sitting in his chair, my haed swirling with thoughts. At the worst possible moment, I heard his voice call out.

"Penny..Are you done with that infernal cleanliness drive of yours? "

"Hmm" I made an incoherent noise, unable to muster the words.

He peeked in through the door noticing me, smiling as he made his way towards me pulling me flush against him, his arm curving against my waist as I other one dipped down to squeeze my ass. I looked at him, the lines on his face prominent, his eyes mature.

Suddenly the photo flashed in my mind, his embrace exactly the same.

"I need.. I don't..Ethan let go, please, now. " I pushed his arm off, nudging his chest away. He didn't protest, immediately letting go, a confused look descending on his features.

"Hey, you okay, what happened? "

"It's.." I wanted then and there to go on but it seemed silly to let something old linger, deciding against it, I shook my head. " nothing "

He raised one eyebrow at me, " Well, It's not nothing, I know that. "

"It's just.. really silly"

"I love when you're silly. "

"Not like that.. It's, wait I'll show you. "

I crossed over to the cabinet, pulling the drawer and holding out the two photos. He stared at them a beat before meeting my gaze.

"And? "

"Ok, um.. wow I guess.. I don't know how to say this but.... Uh, our age gap has been sort of an insecurity for me.. I just feel like there's so much of you, versions I never saw, people I never met, like I missed so much of your life that I lost this major chunk which remains a mystery, you didn't even know I existed when you were my age.. I want to feel like I know the man I love more than anything in the world but there are these years and years that remain.... undisclosed and I have to accept that.

" I almost feel like an adolescent you wouldn't spare a second glance, that you would be suited with a woman...someone like Harper I guess. Also, your ex there didn't make things better. All this, your past it's...How am I supposed to compete with all this of your past? " I signaled to the drawer, my hand trembling.

"You have nothing to complete with, you are the absolute winner, I chose you and not her or anyone else, cause I never could have lived the way I do now, with you feels so warm and lively, a home, a place where I know I am loved, where I can be vulnerable. You helped heal wounds and scars of a lifetime,you stood by me when I was bitter, arrogant, stubborn beyond reason, everything. You make me the best version of myself. And if you insist on wanting this one" He pointed to the picture.

"I think I have an old shirt. Wait" He held up a finger, walking out to the bedroom. He returned few moments later, wearing a worn out striped shirt, leaving it open along the expanse of his chest.

"Are you wearing my necklace? " It fitted closer to his neck, the gold chain glinting.

"Well, I don't have the black thing.. So I had to improvise. I know I have a past, too much of it, I wanted to get rid of it, move on from so much, anger, grudges, pain and you did that, you guided me to let go, forgive and leave it all behind. The peace you gave me, it beats all of my past in a blink."

I grinned at him. Oh, I never did have to worry about anything, not when I had the best man in this whole damn world.

"Thank you, E"

"Anything for you, Rookie. "

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[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

NSFW Overwatch Women Headcannons and Drabbles Part Two

Warnings/ Mentions: Bondage, Breeding Kink, Cum filled Strap on, Shower Sex, Cougars, a very uncomfortable stand off with Pharah, Wax/ Temperature play, Breath play, Hair Pulling, voyeurism, guided masturbation, experimentalism

Includes: Brigitte, Zarya, Mei, Ana, Sojourn, Sombra, Tracer and Symettra

Brigitte

Top, submissive. Does not like control.

Loves to be tied up and taken care of. Enjoys the size difference between the two of you. The fact that she literally bench presses your weight and more, but you bring her to her knees and make her beg to fuck you is such a big turn on for her

Breeding kink, she wants a big family. May not be able to give you one but she will sure fuck you like she can. She definitely has a cum strap that she begs to fuck you with.

You straddled her waist, book placed on her chest as her strap filled every inch of your pussy.

“If you keep moving it won’t get any better for you,” you glanced up at the larger woman, drinking in the pained look in her eyes as she struggled against her bindings.

“No more teasing, please! I was so good today,” her pleas made your chest feel warm. To hear her beg, just to please you, made any hardens you attempted to retain falter.

“Stop being cute, I’m trying to be mean,” you smirk down at her, closing the book and tossing it to the side. You undid the bonds around her wrists and immediately found yourself being flipped over, Brigitte’s form overshadowing your whole body.

“Don’t get too excited, I can put you right back where you were. Now, be a good girl and cum inside me.”

Zarya

Stone Top, like pharah, not all that into dynamics.

Into shower sex. Y’all are work out buddies, it’s definite to happen post work out as a “cool down”

Very into body worship. Your pleasure comes first and 100% focuses on that.

“Slow down, we just finished back and chest, no need to be so rough,” you smile as your back hit the tiled shower wall, your lips immediately being taken captive by the Russian in front of you.

“I know, but I just can’t help myself, you know what you do to me,” her hands went to your thighs, picking you up like you where made of air. You wrapped your legs around the larger woman, your arms making their way around her neck.

“Make it quick, we need to be at a meeting in 20.”

“I only need 10.”

Mei

Bottom, submissive. You would think she is the perfect sun but no, she is definitely a brat, and the sneaky kind too.

She definitely loves riling you up in public, knowing you can’t do anything till you get somewhere private.

As ironic as it is, she likes temperature play. Wax and Ice are common favorites of hers.

“How’s my favorite scientist?” You entered the EcoPoint lab with wide arms and a smile.

“She’s good but could be better,” you didn’t catch the mischief in her grin as she approached you, returning your gesture. Once in your embrace, she pulls you close by your neck, “i could be better with you inside me.”

Her blatant brazenness caught you off guard, it always did, “Mei!” You let go of her, smacking her shoulder lightly, “we are at work!”

Ana

Switch, Vers. She has been on this earth way to long to be picky, she enjoys connection within it more than anything but is down for anything.

I feel like she would have been wild in her younger years. Very dominant and would probably have left you speechless, but has grown a lot more mellow with her age. Now, will she pull some shit that would make your eyes widen every now and then? Yes, but that is just her in general.

She is a Cougar. 1000%. She would definitely say something like “your youth reminds me of my vitality” or something. Very sweet and caring.

You had just wrapped up a great session with Ana, going down stairs to grab her some water and a snack. You where clad in a robe and your undergarments, just trying to achieve the goal.

You could hear shuffling from the kitchen, prompting you to grab a gun from the hall closet as you moved forward. Rounding the corner you found a woman, probably no older than you making tea.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” You both drew your weapons and stood across from each other, “this is my apartment, how did you get in?”

“I was invited by my- no fucking way.”

“Oh shit… your Amari’s daughter? I- uh, you should go for like, 20 minutes.”

Sojourn

Top, Dominant. Her stamina is out of this fucking world.

Loves to pull hair, wraps it around her fist and pulls your head back.

Breath play. Lives for the way the color leaves your cheeks for a little bit.

You where face down, hips in the air as she drove her hips into yours.

“You are doing so well, let me hear you,” she ran her fingers through your hair, tugging your head up. The only noise to come from your mouth was a gritty moan, followed up with a shallow “yes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Sombra

Switch-bottom leaning, vers. Likes to have fun when and where she can

Very much a voyeur. Facetimes you in the shower and is very blunt about her goals. Will text you if she hacks into your laptop, being a consensual perv.

Likes to take trips in public with remote vibrators, for the both of you. She makes a fucking game out of it.

From: Sombra

You know that outfit you picked out would look way better with the black turtle neck instead of the white.

You looked around the room and noticed your laptop camera blinking a light purple, signifying your girlfriend’s presence behind the screen. You gave a little wave to the camera and retrieved the aforementioned shirt.

“Better?” You picked up the rest of the outfit and held it against your form.

From: Sombra

Yes, now get to the show, I wanna see some ass.

Tracer

Switch-Top leaning, Vers-Dominant leaning.

Is extremely experimental. Loves to try new things.

Try’s to be mean and degrading but absolutely cannot.

“Love! Look what I brought home I thought we could try something new!” You watched from the couch as Lena pulled a variety of objects from the black bag she brought in.

“Lena, do you even know what those are for?”

“Nope, that’s the fun part isn’t it?” Her smile was so pure, but as she held up each item you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, but if I’m the only one who knows what they do, I guess it will just be you in the swing, huh?”

“Wait this is a swing-“

Symettra

Stone Top, Dominant. I can see her bottoming, but I feel that she has a need for control that is unparalleled.

She has scienced hard light restraints to keep you from touching her. She will let you know when you can.

Like Sombra I feel like she is a voyeur, but like, not as down bad. Probably likes to watch you masturbate before she takes you, reminding you that not even you could make you feel as good as she does.

She sat on her knees at the end of your bed, soaking in the scene in front of her. Your legs where speed wide as you played with yourself, two fingers deep in your core as you attempted to make yourself cum.

“Please, baby, I need you. I can’t do it on my own,” a small grin grew on your dominant’s face as she made her way closer.

“Really? Because you where very emboldened to say otherwise earlier,” her hand cupped your cheek as she mocked your needy pleas.

“I lied! I need you so much, just please take care of me,” you would say anything to get her to cave, and she knew that, which is why she would take as much time as she wanted.

“I think you are doing just fine as of now, maybe in a couple more minutes.”

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[the-wize-1]

Thawing the Widow: Chapter 1 - Ding Dong

Chapter Summary: Kimberly Kingston, a social services worker, is determined to have a meeting with Trevor Gray. Instead, she meets his sarcastic ten-year-old niece.

Chapter Warnings: Hints of child abuse.

Notes: Hey there! This is my first chapter of a new series following Natasha Romanoff accidentally becoming the guardian of a sarcastic but endearing 10 year old girl. Formatting might be off as I’m not used to Tumblr. Please let me know what you think!! Happy reading! Chapter 2 will come Thursday at 5PM PST.

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November - Trevor’s Apartment

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Kimberly Kingston rang the doorbell for the third time.

“Mr. Gray! I know you’re in there! Open up, please!”

She was dressed sharply, in a navy blazer and matching slacks. Her tidy appearance was a stark contrast to the rickety old apartment, which was in ruins. The walls were peeling and stained, the carpet was shaggy, and it smelled strongly of smoke. On the way up, she’d passed several drunks. Throughout these five visits, she had added several notes to her official-looking clipboard.

Kimberly rapped on the door three times impatiently, tapping her foot. She was not usually an impatient woman, but she had visited the apartment three times, each time with no success in meeting Mr. Gray. He had sounded agreeable on the phone, but proved to be frustrating and unreliable. The first time, she had waited twenty minutes before getting an answer. Mr. Gray had called and said that he’d been out of town. The second time, his excuse was that he’d forgotten he had a poker game. The third time, he had simply locked the door and refused to answer until she left.

This time, he wasn’t getting away with it.

Trevor Gray had been made the legal guardian of his niece, Catalina, six months prior.

The girl’s parents had died in a gruesome car crash when she had been only eight. She’d initially been placed in the foster system, cycling through a variety of different families before they located her distant uncle, Trevor Gray, who agreed to take her in. Mr. Gray lived in New York, a drastically different environment than California, where the girl had previously lived with her parents.

Poor girl, Kimberly had thought. She’d gone through so much.

The first few months, social services had paid them a few visits to see how she was settling in, and each visit had raised no suspicion. However, a few months later, a concerned neighbor called in, suspecting domestic violence. The kind old lady who lived a room away had told Kimberly that she frequently heard shouting coming from Mr. Gray’s residence, accompanied by sounds of violence. After a quick round of interviews, this story was confirmed by a handful of neighbors around the area.

Catalina Gray’s teachers at school had told Kimberly she was clearly an intelligent student, but didn’t try in classes. She frequently got into fights at school, which was troubling. One teacher had reported seeing bruises on the girl in class, but when questioned, the girl had refused to explain why.

“Mr. Gray!”

Kimberly raised her hand to knock again but was halted by the door aggressively swinging open.

Kimberly, who had been expecting a malicious older man, was surprised to see a young, fair-haired girl standing in the doorway, nursing a mug of coffee that dwarfed her hand. The girl had wide, innocent brown eyes and soft features, reminding Kimberly of an angel.

Then the girl scowled at her. “Jesus, lady, could you be any louder?”

The visual of an angel immediately dissipated. The girl looked like she’d just gotten out of bed— messy hair, drooping eyes, wearing only a tank top and flannel pajama bottoms. With the coffee, the annoyance in her voice, and the bedragged appearance, she looked startlingly adult and not at all like a ten year old girl. Kimberly could only blink, momentarily wordless.

She quickly gathered herself, giving her a friendly smile. “Hello! I apologize for the noise. You must be Catalina.”

“Uh-huh.” The girl leaned against the doorframe, looking decidedly unimpressed. “Who’re you?”

“My name is Kimberly Kingston. I’m a social services worker.”

“Uh-huh. And you wanna speak to Trevor?”

The girl called her uncle by his first name. As inconspicuous as she could, Kimberly made a note on her notepad. “Yes, I’d like to ask your uncle some questions. Is he home?”

“Sure is. If you wanna talk to him you’d better wait till noon. He passed out drunk about twelve hours ago, dead as a rock. I think that’s the saying, anyway.”

Kimberly frowned and made another note.

The girl took a long drag from her coffee and made a face, which Kimberly might’ve found amusing, had she not been so dumbfounded.

“I suppose I should invite you in,” Catalina said after a while. She stepped further inside, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh!” Kimberly peered inside, noticing Trevor Gray, who was indeed passed out on the couch, beer in hand. “Are you sure your uncle wouldn’t mind?”

Catalina made her way to the couch. She waved a hand in front of his face. Her expression was unreadable as she glanced up.

“Like I said, dead as a rock.”

Kimberly stepped inside the apartment, briefly wondering if she was following protocol by doing so. She took it as an opportunity to observe the apartment. It was in worse shape than the outside. There were dirty dishes piled on every surface, old clothes strewn across the floors. Kimberly took note that Mr. Gray smoked. There was a pile of cigarettes sitting in an ashtray. Empty beer bottles littered the corners and the table.

The girl was watching her like a hawk. Her eyes, so dark and strangely intelligent, were following her as Kimberly paused by certain objects and scribbled in her clipboard. She had finished her mug of coffee and had set it in the sink.

“Why are you taking so many notes?”

“I’m just jotting down some observations. It helps me remember.”

“You want some coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“What about cereal? We have Fruity Pebbles. Well, they’re actually the cheap ripoff version. ‘Fruity Crisps’. Tastes the same, though.”

Kimberly smiled. She was reminded of her sister’s kid, who also tended to jump from question to question with no transition. “I’ve already had breakfast, thanks.”

Catalina shrugged and yanked open the fridge. Kimberly glanced at the contents inside and noted that it was nearly empty. It was mainly composed of cans of beer, takeout, and energy drinks. There was no milk.

The girl seemed to come to this conclusion as well. She glanced up, surveying the kitchen. Her gaze drew Kimberly’s to an empty gallon of milk, sitting by the TV.

“Looks like we’re out of milk, too. Bummer.” Catalina looked at Kimberly seriously. “By the way, you should never use water instead of milk in your cereal.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Kimberly watched her shake the cereal from the box into a relatively clean bowl. The girl was oddly graceful, having none of the careless clumsiness that kids around her age had. She grabbed a spoon and plopped down at the kitchen table, clearing it from scattered Bud Light cans.

Catalina sighed. “Are you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you’re a social worker. Social workers ask questions. So, go on. I know you wanna.”

“Well, all right.” Kimberly suppressed a smile. She took a seat across from her. “Catalina—”

“I go by Cat. Catalina’s stupid.”

“Okay, Cat. How do you like living here?”

The girl shoved cereal in her mouth like she hadn’t eaten in years. “S’alright,” she said around a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles. “School sucks.”

“How so?”

“All the kids hate me ‘cause I’m a Know-It-All, which is fine because most of them are dimwitted little jerks that I don’t wanna be friends with anyway. All the teachers hate me because of that one time I punched that little guy Moose. Ironic name, huh? Yeah, so I was like— pow! Right in the nose! He cried like a baby, of course, but no one ever blames the little guy, even when they’re the ones starting it. Oh yeah, so the principal hates me because I keep doing stuff like that, and then he has to fill out more paperwork. The only person who doesn’t hate me is the janitor...”

She suddenly looked down to where Kimberly was scribbling furiously. She caught a glimpse of the words on the page.

“You spelled ‘troublesome’ wrong. Thanks, by the way. I love being analyzed by random people I’ve just met.”

Kimberly quickly pulled the clipboard up from the table, away from view. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. I was just describing the situation you’re in as ‘troublesome.’”

Cat didn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh.”

“I can see you’re a very intelligent girl, Cat. Sometimes intelligent children need an outlet for their creativity.”

“That’s a nice way of saying ‘You’re a freak.’" Cat paused. “Sorry. Was that mean? Sometimes I say mean things. I have ADHD. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Sometimes I start talking and I just can’t stop. That’s why you’ve gotta stop me sometimes, when I’m talking. ‘Cause I just go on and on and on. See, I’m doing it again.”

Kimberly nodded. This conversation was getting off-topic. She searched for a way to get back to talking about Trevor Gray. “Does your uncle give you medication for your ADHD?”

“No.” Cat’s eyebrow wrinkled. “It’s not like it’s a disease, right? Do I need pills or something?”

“No, you certainly don’t. Does your uncle ever drink?”

Cat laughed like this was the most hilarious thing in the world.

“Okay, obviously he drinks. What does he usually drink?”

“Mostly beer. Bud Light, Budweiser, Natural Light. He keeps the hard stuff in there.” Cat nodded to the cupboard above the stove. “Rum, tequila, the goods.”

Her questions were becoming a lot less subtle. Cat seemed almost pleased to unveil the truth about Trevor Gray’s horrid parenting, so Kimberly pressed on. “How often does he get drunk?”

“He’s only sober fifty percent of the time. I’d hate to see his liver.”

“Have you ever been scared of him when he’s drunk?”

Cat froze. Her hands, which had been fiddling with her spoon, went still. She glared at Kimberly like she’d just been insulted. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you,” Kimberly said steadily. She was looking at Cat’s eyes, which had turned from playful to defensive.

“Okay, good.”

“Has your uncle ever harmed you intentionally?”

Cat chewed her cereal slowly. Kimberly watched her closely, aware that she’d hit a nerve. “No,” she said calmly.

“Really?”

“Really,” Cat snapped, voice hard. “Back off, okay?” Her voice softened, and her eyes grew regretful. “Sorry. I was being mean again.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

Kimberly was suddenly struck by how much Cat looked like her sister’s kid. Justin had the same guilty look on his face after he knew he’d done something wrong. It shouldn’t have been surprising because the two were about the same age. But Cat’s way of talking and acting had been much closer to an adult’s than a kid’s. For a few minutes, Kimberly had forgotten she was talking to a girl who was decades younger than she was.

She could tell Cat’s walls were up from the last two questions. She was scraping the bottom of the cereal bowl, not making eye contact. Kimberly took this as a cue to stop. She grabbed her clipboard.

“Okay, I think we’re done here.”

She started to stand up, but Cat stopped her.

“Wait.”

She was staring at Kimberly, eyes thoughtful.

“We haven’t had a visit from social services in months. What brings you here now?”

Kimberly wrestled with the idea of telling her the truth. She sat down again, holding eye contact. “Cat, we know that your uncle has been abusing you. Now, I realize it’s a strong word—”

“Am I going to go to one of those— what do you call them— foster families?” Cat interrupted.

“I’m going to be honest with you here. It’s a very likely possibility.”

There was a shift in her expression. “No,” Cat said firmly. “I don’t want to live with strangers.”

“It won’t be as bad as it sounds. We’ll give you to a nice, loving family who we’ll have checked thoroughly to make sure they are trustworthy—”

“Yeah, you guys did such a great job with Trevor, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m sorry, sweetie. There’s really no other option. From what I’ve discovered, this is not a safe environment for you to be in. Frankly, your uncle is far from the ideal guardian.”

“I don’t care. I’m not being shipped off again.”

“Cat, just—”

Kimberly’s phone buzzed in her pocket. “Ugh!” She checked it. EMERGENCY , the text read in all-caps. PICK UP YOUR PHONE.

“Hold on,” she said. “I’ll be right back. Stay right here, okay? I just need to step outside...”

She spent a brief five minutes on the phone with admin, said something about needing to get back to a case she was on, and came back into the apartment.

There was no sign of a fair-haired girl. Kimberly searched the apartment and called her name, certain that the girl must be hiding somewhere or doing something equally childish.

And then she noticed that the girl’s closet had been ransacked, and so had the kitchen. The box of Fruity Pebbles was nowhere in sight. A window was cracked open, a light breeze flowing through.

Kimberly pinched her nose, fighting the urge to scream. It was obvious what had happened.

Ten feet away, she heard the sounds of someone throwing up. Trevor Gray started when he saw her. He swore at her, demanding who she was and how she got into his apartment. Stumbling a little, he looked around wildly like he expected an entire fleet of police to show up.

“Wha’ th’ hell’s goin’ on?”

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[jihyocentric]

omg can i request the alpha sana and omega jihyo please? and sana just being the big and strong alpha, and jihyo having a size kink, when i saw it i could not stop thinking abt it

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if sana had to choose only one thing to look at for the rest of her life, she'd pick jihyo in a heartbeat. jihyo, who looked mesmerizing perched on her lap like that, with her hair barely touching her shoulders due to its length, attempting to take sana in and failing, despite being used to the shaft.

"relax for me, hyo," sana said, softly enough to make jihyo lose the tension on her shoulders.

"i know, it's just," jihyo sighs when sana's hands grip her bare waist. sana's thumb caresses her milky skin, gently, trying to ignore the fact that her knot was already forming and she wasn't even inside jihyo yet. "sana..."

sana looks at jihyo, she looks into her round, timid eyes, and, as if she wasn't aroused enough, she feels her shaft getting harder. jihyo's wet folds on top of it wasn't helping either, making sana want to shift their positions, get on top of jihyo and absolutely destroy her.

but sana wasn't like that. not unless jihyo wanted, of course, but by the way jihyo's eyes were nearly glassy, sana knew jihyo didn't want things to go on the rougher side.

"what is it?" sana asks, lifting her hands to rub jihyo's back. her touches are soft as if jihyo was made of paper, but tender enough to make jihyo keep a reminder in her head that that was sana, her alpha, the one who proudly owned her body and heart.

"just want to take it slow today, can we?"

"of course," sana says and her cock throbs at how adorable jihyo looks. the best part was that sana knew jihyo would look even cuter riding her and moaning her name. "of course we can, baby."

jihyo whimpers when the tip slides in, but she lets sana guide her hips down, inching closer to hug sana's neck as her alpha fills her, almost to the brim. almost, because sana doesn't let her knot slide in, not yet, knowing it would hurt if she did it so hurriedly.

sana does most of the work, hugging her omega and placing kisses at the top of jihyo's head as she bottomed out, feeling her cock being squeezed tightly by the omega's slick, warm walls, as a silent request for sana to fill her full. jihyo's soft whimpers make sana grip her harder, tightening the hold on jihyo's waist, groaning as she tries to hold herself back and be gentler with jihyo.

sana isn't surprised when jihyo comes first. she doesn't stop and jihyo doesn't ask her to. instead, jihyo kisses sana, breaking the touch of their lips only when she feels a certain bump against her entrance. sana looks at her, asking for permission, ignoring her instincts telling her to slip her knot inside regardless of jihyo's approval. sana was a strong alpha who could easily destroy someone as weak as jihyo, but she loved her omega and she would never hurt her.

jihyo nods, looking at sana with a faint blush in her cheeks. "i want it. put it in."

sana almost reaches the edge just by hearing jihyo asking her for it. she looks down, in between them, getting distracted by jihyo's body, and watches as her knot slips in. it's slow, she was trying her best not to cause jihyo too much discomfort. the stretch was still painful, but very much welcomed by the omega, whose nails tore sana's back as a way to ground herself.

"god you take me so well, hyo," sana groans, out of breath. she feels jihyo squeezing her so tight that it's unbearable for her. "gonna fill you up good."

sana promises and she does just that, spilling her warm load inside jihyo right after, making sure it stays inside while her knot is there. sana pulls jihyo closer, making the younger's head lay on her shoulder, hugging the small frame of jihyo's body, both of them drowsy.

"i love you, sana." jihyo mumbles, relishing with how full she was. being surrounded by sana's scent made her calmer, so relaxed that she could sleep.

sana even answered her back, she replied and said she loved jihyo, loud, clear and sweet. but jihyo was already snoring, drifting to her sweet dreams in sana's arms.

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