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savannahsdeath · 7 months

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ok imagine reader just got to jackson and is super confident and basically tells everyone what to do all the time. like people always listen to her bc she’s lowkey scary. ellie’s a bit of a loser all the time at first but then gains confidence and tops reader. readers so shocked bc she’s used to getting what she wants shshsh

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! public sex, cocky!reader n the rest is obvious from the request🤗

writers note: this is a scrap im sorry im sick.. and im not apologizing for leaving yall on edge sorry guys🤭 also it has 1212 words??? signs

"you and jesse." you said to dina, after a long discussion about who's going to patrol today.

"why not me?" ellie scoffed. "i want to patrol too!"

"oh, sorry, els." you laughed mockingly. "maybe next time."

the appointed couple started slowly walking towards the stud, obeying you without thinking much. the girl that had to stay against her will kicked a single rock in disappointment but didn't say anything else.

"come on, we gotta sign it." you waved your hand in a 'follow me' gesture and started walking towards a public building, to which everyone had access.

it's where a lot of important meetings happen, but for now it seemed empty.

you opened a book and searched for a label with today's date before writing dina's and jesse's names down.

"now, what am i supposed to do? the town's boring." she complained as you sat on a couch, next to her.

"but it's safe." you rolled your eyes. "you'll survive a day off."

"you are, unfortunately, probably right." ellie grumbled. "so you're just going to sit here and relax while i go stir-crazy?"

"mhm. oh, and i'm always right." you nonchalantly shrugged.

she barely managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes at you. "of course."

you looked at her and smirked. you could see how mad she was, but you knew she won't do anything about it. she wasn't the type to argue, especially not with you. she just continued fidgeting with her fingers, like she always did in your presence. you chuckled to yourself as you thought about it, enjoying her discomfort.

you leaned back in your seat and relaxed, satisfied with the view of her irritated expression. she looked like she wanted to say something, but she knew it would only fuel your ego and make her feel worse.

eventually, she turned to look at you, and her facial expression begun to betray an emotion. she was clearly not happy with how things were playing out here.

"i know you always have to get your way, but it would be nice if you actually listened to me every once in a while." she said, not raising her voice, but making it clear that she's becoming more irritated as the situation continues.

you frowned in disbelief. "excuse me?"

she looked away again, her voice turning into a whisper. "you heard me."

"excuse me?" you repeated, your tone shifting to be more firm and authoritative.

ellie looked back at you, as if in a defiant manner.

"you need to learn when to keep your mouth shut." her voice was still soft, but you could see the fire in her eyes as she stared at you unwaveringly. she was clearly not willing to back down from her position.

silence

you were to stunned to say anything.

ellie was the first one to speak, speaking rather calmly, given the circumstances. "i said what i had to say. you can go ahead and tell me to shut up now."

she remained staring at you, not blinking, not fidgeting, just staring into your eyes.

"you're funny." you smirked, not taking her comments to heart at all. "i like that."

"oh, you like that?" ellie says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. there is a certain amount of playfulness in her voice, although the underlying tension between you two is still present. "you like that someone finally spoke up?"

"now that i think about it.." your grin widened and you stood up, walking to a nearby counter. "no, not really."

"oh, i like this game." ellie said in return, getting up off of the couch. she slowly made her way over to the same counter area where you were. her movements were steady and calculated, not showing an inkling of fear or anxiety, even though she was well aware of the fact that this was an intense situation. she was almost enjoying it. "let's see, what else can i do to get on your nerves, hmm? maybe this?" she leaned against the counter, close enough to you that you could feel her breath on your neck. there was a small part of you that was worried about where this was heading, but then, unexpectedly, she begun to speak very softly to you, close to your ear, making this part stay silent. "i can make this much worse, you know."

you can't help but feel a tinge of excitement running down your back. this was a risky move by her, and she was almost daring you to do something about it.

"i don't think there's anything worse than standing so near to you." you whispered, but didn't even try to push her away, expecting she'll back down by herself.

ellie leaned even closer, to the point where your faces were barely an inch away from each other. you felt her breath, you could see the little details on her face, everything was amplified to this degree.

she slowly whispered into your ear, so gently that it almost felt like a caress. "now, you really don't know what you're talking about."

ellie paused for a moment, but not for long. she reached her right hand out and took your left in hers. her touch felt warm and soft, but at the same time there was almost an electric tension in the air around you two.

she slowly begun to speak to you again. "why do we have to fight, huh? is this what you really want?" you felt a slight pull on your hand as she pulled you closer to her.

you sighed, knowing this wasn't in your scenario, but you had to play along. "there weren't any problems, as long as you were listening to me."

ellie's eyes betrayed a hint of irritation once again. "well, there's one problem there." she said as she continued to hold onto your hand. "you aren't always right." she leaned in even closer as she spoke. "sometimes you're just a stubborn, idiotic, bossy, and insufferable pain in the ass."

she finally pulled you all the way up to her. you could feel her breath on your face as she stared intently into your eyes. she seemed to be searching for your next move.

"and still people listen to me." you forced a smirk on your face, which probably turned out as a nervous grimace.

"you know why?" she tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear. "because you're new here. people don't know your backstory and they're scared of you. they think you're... mysterious."

you felt ellie starting to caress your face as she held you in place.

she whispered; "but right now, you're not in the control."

after she said this, she slowly started to move her hand down towards your shirt, as if to prove her point.

you frowned for a short second before mumbling a quiet; "i always am." which turned out way less convincing than you wanted it to be.

ellie's hand slowly inched beneath your shirt. she was very clearly enjoying seeing you squirm in this position.

"oh, is that so?" she said in response to your previous comment. "then why don't you stop me? you're in control, remember?"

the fact is, you could. she'd let you, too. but you didn't want to. you let her do that, and a few more things, even though you risked getting caught. that's what you needed all along.

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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 17 days

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I admire your patience with those readers who need you to spoon feed them the story. Everything is in the comics but they still manage to go pass it. I can't help but feel a bit sad for them? Do they not understand what they read? Are they not attentive when reading it? I'm legitimately concerned because I function so differently I can't fathom this. If you like a story, isn't it normal to make your best to grasp it's essence and reflect on it? I know I project a lot about this, everyone works and registers things differentely of course but sometimes it's very frustrating to see people consume any media and just completely miss all the important messages in it, or even just fail to get the scenario sometimes, and it feels like it's very common now... Idk I just wanted maybe to have your perspective on this? Sorry for the long post (Been here for a few years now and your a true inspiration to me. All my luv to you! ❤️)

You know, I'm gonna be honest. I used to stress out about this... a LOT.

As a story-brained person, this is definitely something that comes naturally to me, and perhaps to you, and to many other people who are wired similarly. To us, following the path of a story in an analytic, highly detail-motivated manner and unwrapping the themes can be as exciting as lifting up a rock to see the bugs underneath. It's an exciting mental activity that's stimulating and feels effortless.

And yes, as an author who spends literally 60% of my day thinking about this comic and how to draw it, panel it, script it, make it better (I script and panel in my head constantly)........ I have trouble realizing/dealing with the fact that some people are just here to CASUALLY enjoy the story that I am lowkey obsessed with.

But I've come to realize that... that's NORMAL! And healthy.

People have different attention spans for different things.

People have varied ways to read a story and engage with it.

People have unique interests.

People don't have the same amounts of energy to devote to reading!

Maybe someone missed a detail I lovingly and painstakingly put into the dialogue because they're reading the update late at night after a long shift at work. And maybe someone scrolled past the dialogue completely and just got the gist from looking at the art, because they're in a hurry to get to practice at their favorite sportsball.

And maybe someone just had a really bad day with a really bad encounter, and they're reading the update in a terrible mood and instead of seeing MY grey-morality narrative, they're focusing on all the negative points and misread the vibes because of their own biases that stem from places of hurt.

The thing is, I have to be okay with that as an author, because I will NEVER be able to get into my audience's heads and read this comic 'correctly' for my own sake.

They will always have a slightly different interpretation of things, and they will always misunderstand details and miss clues. And sometimes, they will be wrong about the way they read a character's motivations... and sometimes maybe they won't be! That's just a part of communication. That's a part of telling a story.

An imperfect delivery, and an imperfect reception should, in my opinion, be a natural and accepted part of storytelling. We're human, and we all have a different lived experience, and we will ALL have different takes on a comic, even if it's so close that we THINK we are both getting the exact same thing. That small human interpretation variation is a home-made touch that makes it feel more organic.

In short.... Not all light particles make it here from the sun, but damn the result is stunning anyway.

#chekhov answers

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗙𝗜𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ wearing a maid outfit for them feat. ayato : xiao : albedo : scaramouche : cyno : childe x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"oh," his voice was deep, would lie if he says he wasn't totally surprised but archons, what a tease you were right now in those clothes of yours, "darling, what honor to see you like this." his chuckle was dark, from deep inside of his throat as he reached over his hand for you to take it. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, straddling him as you didn't waste anymore time, slowly circling your hips teasingly over his growing erection. His had lolled back in his leather chair as he scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Your hands grabbed onto his soft hair, massaging his scalp without ever losing on pace, still grinding against his leaking cock.

It seemed like he was tired from work, lazily dragging your clothed folds over his growing bulge as he admired the beauty in front of him from underneath his brows. "You're my maid now, hmm?" he just hummed his question, half lidded eyes pointing at your features. "so." slowly hooking your white lace panties to the side so your pussy was bare on top of his hidden cock now, "You're supposed to do everything I say." he finished the sentence off with a wink, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your thighs to push you onto his cock harder and fuck, you just wanted to cum right here and there, —twisting and turning—, movements never faltering. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

You had your back to him when he opened the door to your knocking, but once turning quickly around to face your beautiful boyfriend, you saw his broad, surprised face, his cheeks blushed as he realized just what you were wearing right now. "I'm your maid tonight, baby." your voice was more cheeky than anything else, —almost baby like—, you knew he liked it that way. He only got more nervous the further he looked at your body, almost breaking the door frame he was holding on to right now. "a maid?" his question sounded over the top serious, as if he was trying his hardest to not let his guard down at all times.

"Yes." you paused before placing your pointer finger on his lips, "you can do whatever you want to me, tonight." slowly prancing it over his —lips, chest and stomach— until it hit his clothed bulge that was already throbbing against your touch. His adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat as xiao encircled your body with his arms, drawing you closer, letting you taste his hungry lips and archons, he can't remember the last time when he was this horny for you. Already ripping off all the unneeded fabric of your body to see your now exposed perky nipples wait for his touch. He didn't actually wait though and put the mounds of flesh in his mouth right away to suckle harshly on it while the other one was being pinched in between his thumb and pointer finger. You're in for a wild ride. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢

he was honestly too stunned to speak at first, lowkey thought he missed an important event in mondstadt or something. Once you reassured him though, that it wasn‘t in fact an event, but a little something for him, he quickly let go of his tense expression. He‘s been always so good to you :( always making you feel good so it‘s only natural for you to give him a day of pleasure. "You can touch me, you know" you‘re grinning, so fucking proud of making him so unbelievably flustered right now, standing tall in front of him while albedo was still settled on his chair.

His hands slowly reached out for your hips to grab onto your soft flesh, feeling how good you felt underneath his skin made him throb against his pants, "push your dress up." he‘s cold with that certain command, taking it seriously now as he carefully hooked his fingers up the waistband of your white panties, dragging them down and exposing your soft folds to the cold room. He was quick with it, really. Pushing his head hard against your pussy to taste the already leaking juices while simultaniously grabbing onto your leg to slightly pull it up for good measure. You were only able to hold onto his scalp for additional support, unable to comprehend anything anymore as he ate you out like it was his last meal, slowly moving his pointer finger to your entrance to prod a digit in since he knows he had to prepare you before diving his fat cock into your needy pussy.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

you were currently kneeling in between his thighs, lazily suckling on his cock with a maid outfit that was already half ripped. By the looks of it you can clearly see that scaramouche was more than delighted to see you like this, so fucking obedient and ready to be devoured by his aura. "Fuck." his breathing was heavy, —but his tone was dark—, barely a whisper if anything, he doesn‘t want to show you just how off guard you caught him today, with that little stunt of yours. Just how dare you look all pretty in that maid dress, so confident with your breasts perking up nicely from the small corset, like a dream come true, really.

"don‘t you dare stop." he‘s whimpering now when you picked up on pace, remotely letting his tip hit the back of your throat, over and over again and archons, throat fucking you was his absolute favorite. The way you were trying to suck him in was almost to die for, groaning out against gritted teeth as he looked down on you. Your chin messily stained with both your saliva and his cum, a fucking sinful masterpiece in his eyes. His hands found refuge in your hair and pulled back a few of your strands so he could clearly see your fucked out face. You knew he was about to spill his seed into you once he was rutting his cock inside of your mouth, meeting your pace halfway and once he filled your throat with warm white ribbons, he —as always— expects you to swallow all of it like a good little maid would. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

He's a flustered mess, tries his hardest to hide it but fails regardless. Was just tinkering in his lab a moment ago when you decided too grace him with your appearance, head to toe with an adorable maid outfit. He gulped out harshly against his throat, licking his lips in nervousness before he advanced towards your waiting figure. "You." he stopped mid sentence once he reached you, lips mere inches away from one another, "you're beautiful." he caught his breath in his throat, feeling how your fingers lazily stroked over his stoned stomach.

It didn't take cyno long to actually close the distance between your faces and kiss you passionately, at first it was more teeth and tongue than anything though, far too gone in your beauty had him already seeing stars. His hands quickly finding refuge on your behind as he felt up the tiny lace that decorated your body in the utmost erotic way, he's so fucking lucky to have you. His fingertips prancing over your pussy, —that eagerly awaited him already—, as he prodded the first digit against your hole, teasing you for what's more to come later. He didn‘t want to overdo it but once he felt you basically rut against his pointer finger, he immediately went in knuckles deep, grazing in with his nails before finding that sweet spot of yours. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

after a long work day, ajax thought he‘d come home to your cute figure sleeping soundly on your shared bed but once he actually saw you waiting for him, —dressed like a maid—, he could already feel his cock twitch deep inside his pants. Balls getting heavy by the mere thought of filling you up with his seed tonight, can‘t wait to be honest. He‘s licking his lips before narrowing an eyebrow at you, "what do we have here?" His question was almost cute, really, as you slowly guided him on top of you so he‘d hover over your body. Creaking noises of the bed —because of his added weight— were falling against deaf ears once you spread your legs further apart for him. He was licking his lips as if he was preparing himself for a meal, which he kind of was if we‘re being honest.

You could feel him smirk against your body once he placed wet kisses all over your stomach, pushing up the dress so he‘d see your soaked lace panties that were desperately waiting to be ripped apart by him, which he then, —of course did—. Carefully lowering his head to place a messy kiss on your throbbing folds, licking all the way up your clit to slowly circle his tongue over your bundle of nerves. He won‘t stop there though, ajax really wanted to taste you tonight, moving down to your hole to desperately suckle up everything you gave him so far. "My cute little maid, only spreading your legs for me, right?" he grinned at you while sliding his first digit in, going back to grinding his tongue against your clit. <3

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goldennikko · 1 year

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NO BOYS — le sserafim

summary : the girls keep the boys away from you, who are all making moves on you and trying to get your number.

pairing : le sserafim x 6th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '98 liner ; platonic!eunchae ; protective!le sserafim ; jealous!le sserafim

requested: ✔

word count : 4.8k

your visuals in the kpop industry were no joke. everyone was aware of how stunning you were up close, and the pictures online and videos on television could not do you justice.

this sparked a massive uproar among netizens, particularly idols. many idols openly admitted they thought you were attractive and even expressed their admiration for you. while others remained silent, netizens still noticed how they stared at you at music shows.

of course, the girls heard about it. when they first met you, they all agreed you were stunning. the elegance you exuded and the bright, albeit slightly shy, smile you wore had them swooning.

they thought it was amusing to see the boys almost trip over their own feet while exchanging bows as they passed by you. at the time, sakura was seen smirking into her fist and the girls side eyeing the guy was caught on camera, and the video went viral.

you, on the other hand, were unaware. the girls didn't really tell you and you weren't very active on social media either, preferring to avoid it due to the possibility of encountering negative comments. you preferred to have your peace of mind, especially given the nature of your work.

it was amusing at first because you had no idea what was going on and all these men are trying to be lowkey despite their desire for your attention. however, it was beginning to grate on the girls' nerves because they were becoming too obvious.

this all happened at an award ceremony.

you were backstage trying to fix your earrings while ignoring the chaos around you. the staff were running around helping the girls with whatever problems they were having and some of them were holding cameras to film the behind-the-scenes.

"and here we have y/n unnie." you smiled at chaewon through the mirror, winking at the camera because your hands were too busy trying to lock the earrings. "i gave her that."

chaewon seemed pleased with herself; you weren't finished yet, but she thought it looked good on you as it accentuated your features because your hair was tied back, and you only smiled in agreement.

"chaewon-ie did a good job choosing this pair." you commented before huffing in frustration. you turned to face the short-haired girl, handing her the other earring you couldn't seem to lock. "help me?"

chaewon complied and handed the camera to a staff member, who accepted it and pointed it at you two to continue filming. chaewon stood in between your legs, taking your chin to tilt your head to the side, as you leaned against the vanity mirror to match her height. the leader remained silent as she struggled, but the click made you both sigh in relief.

you grinned at her and wrapped your arms around her waist. "thank you~"

chaewon wrapped her arms around your shoulders as you both stood there watching the other members get ready. eunchae, after finishing her hair and makeup, found herself in the middle of you two.

"i'm nervous." eunchae admitted quietly.

you exchanged a glance with chaewon and were quick to dispel the maknae's doubts, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. chaewon merely watched, knowing you had it under control.

"it'll be okay. you'll do well, okay?" you whispered.

"what if i make a mistake?" eunchae murmured and you could hear the fear in her tone.

you chuckled. "you won't. if you really did, that's fine. you know i'll fight off everyone for you, don't you? don't think about it too much and just have fun."

you poked her sides, making her squirm and laugh. "if things go wrong, i've got your back, okay?" you whispered and squeezed her gently.

you looked at chaewon and pointed to the other girls, catching sakura's soft gaze as she watched you three. "we have your back."

eunchae sighed, not because she was frustrated or worried, but because she was confident. as eunchae melted against your embrace, chaewon pinched the precious maknae's cheeks.

you started messing around with eunchae so that she would relax and chaewon joined in. the staff watching cooed and took a video because seeing the leader and eldest dote on the maknae was too cute to pass up.

because the other half of the room was occupied by you three, the other half near the door was the only one who heard the knock. sakura opened the door, their manager standing nearby, and was surprised to see juyeon from the boyz standing at their door.

despite her confusion, sakura returned the boy's 90 degree bow. "yes? what can i help you with?"

juyeon blushed, embarrassment creeping up on him. "is… is y/n-ssi here?"

sakura's face turned sour as she realized where this was going, and she turned around, jumping, when she saw kazuha standing right behind her. yunjin, the only one still at hair and makeup but close enough to hear the question despite the loud laughter on the other side of the room, was staring intently at the door.

sakura returned her gaze to juyeon, smiling apologetically at the boy. "she's kinda busy right now."

that wasn't technically a lie because you were really busy making the maknae smile, but it wasn't entirely accurate either. juyeon shook his head, relieved that he wouldn't have to embarrass himself in front of you and disappointed that he didn't get to see you right away.

"can you please hand this to her?"

juyeon handed her the bouquet of flowers, which she accepted and handed to their manager. before running away, the boy bowed and thanked her. sakura shut the door and exchanged glances with yunjin and kazuha, their manager walking away to put the bouquet somewhere else.

"who was that?" yunjin asked.

sakura shrugged. "juyeon from the boyz."

"he likes unnie, too?" kazuha queried, glancing at your crouching form. they watched chaewon help eunchae onto your back and unconsciously smiled when you grinned at the maknae's excited giggle as you stood.

"everyone does." yunjin answered, thanking the makeup artist as she was finally let out of her seat.

sakura let out a sigh. "expect a lot of her admirers to approach her tonight."

yunjin groaned, complaining that they should leave you alone, while kazuha made a mental note to be more observant later. to the relief of the staff, you finally summoned them and they rushed to join you.

you were dressed differently than them because you were going to perform with an idol as the show's opening number later on. because you wanted to surprise them, you didn't tell them who it was. when yunjin was close enough, her hand fell to rest on your bare waist as she stood behind you.

"y/n unnie looks so pretty." she mouthed the english compliment to the camera, smiling when you leaned against her as you conversed with your japanese members.

time flew by and the girls were soon called to take their seats at their assigned table. you were going to be alone because the performance would begin after everyone had taken their seats and the girls didn't want to leave you on your own.

"i'll join you in a bit, girls." you laughed as you were engulfed in a hug by kazuha and eunchae.

you looked at chaewon as they whined in response. despite the fact that she did not want to leave you, chaewon stepped in to help you.

"come on now. you want to see y/n unnie perform, right?"

that prompted the maknaes to pull away, but it took them a long time. when they did, you pinched eunchae's cheek and rested your other palm on kazuha's palm.

"i'll join you in a bit, yeah?"

the girls nodded and you smiled as they wished you good luck.

the girls soon found themselves sitting on a table near the stairs leading up to the stage. it hadn't even begun yet, but loud screams could already be heard throughout the area. the girls tried to interact with the fans by waving at them and they were met with squeals and the blur sound of their names being yelled.

then screams erupted again as it was announced that the show would begin in a few minutes and the lights on stage were turned off. the girls scanned the stage quickly and eunchae pointed to your silhouette as you approached the center, followed by another idol.

they could tell he was a guy by his build.

the area was quickly filled with music and the spotlight was on you. the girls couldn't hear the noise of the crowd, only the music you were sexily dancing to. your dancing skill were impressive, but your expressions, smirk, wink, lip bite, and everything else left the girls speechless.

they couldn't take their eyes off you because every move you made hypnotized them. you cast a quick glance down at your girls and were concerned to see their mouths open, fearing they'd catch a fly. but you didn't let that stop you, instead sending them a wink that made them smile.

while the others were amazed by you, eunchae was clapping excitedly.

however, they weren't the only ones who were sent into spirality and succumbed to your hypnotic gaze, but they'd have to deal with that later.

"holy shit." yunjin murmured.

"holy shit indeed." chaewon replied.

"wow." kazuha was too speechless to say anything else.

"so that's why she kept it a secret." sakura commented, smiling proudly.

"wah~ unnie is so amazing!" eunchae grinned, eyes following you as you approached the waiting silhouette behind you.

when they realized who it was, their smiles faded.

choi yeonjun.

he was the first to admit that he thinks you're really pretty while also admitting that you're his crush.

as part of the dance, yeonjun placed his hands on your hip. they didn't even try to hide their sour faces and they knew they'd go viral, but they didn't care.

chaewon leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. sakura tried to keep her gaze on you, but whenever yeonjun touched you, her gaze would shift to his hand. yunjin was staring at you and kazuha's brow twitched every now and then as his face got too close to yours. finally, eunchae was simply enjoying your performance, happy to see her mother figure in the group dancing on stage.

after the performance, you blew a kiss to the camera, causing more squeals, before looking down at the girls. when you looked them in the eyes, they lit up, and you winked just as the lights went out.

as you changed, the girls waited for you. they tried to pay attention to the speaker and whoever was performing, but they wanted to see you. they stood up to give you an excited wave when you finally appeared at the side of the stage. you chuckled and waved back, but your focus was diverted when yeonjun turned to face you as you approached the stairs.

surprisingly, kazuha had predicted his next move and almost ran up to where you were, followed by yunjin, who was surprised that kazuha had realized as well. you were surprised to see the american and japanese ballerina extending their hands to you, but you accepted and let them help you down.

"so? how was that?" you asked your members, who gave you big hugs.

the girls immediately showered you with compliments, saying how sexy you were and how great you did on stage. they obviously left out the part where yeonjun did well because he had touched you too many times, which they thought was unfortunate. yunjin wrapped her arm around your shoulders while kazuha wrapped hers around your waist.

the night went on and you sat between chaewon and eunchae. the maknae leaned against you for comfort as the leader placed her hand on your knee.

"i'm hungry." you whined softly to chaewon, who giggled at you.

"didn't we eat earlier?" she whispered back.

you pouted. "not enough."

sakura, yunjin, and kazuha all looked over at you, smiling at your adorable pout. yunjin reached over to pinch your cheeks while lightly laughing.

"no, really. me, too." eunchae said, backing you up, causing you to give her a high five.

sakura chuckled. eunchae was exactly like you, albeit a cuter version of yourself because you were the eldest and thus more mature. you can, however, be as cute as eunchae when you want to be.

sakura looked around at some point during the conversation about food, but then noticed san from ateez staring at you with a small smile on his lips.

must be because of your pout, sakura thought.

so she subtly adjusted her seat to block his view of you, a satisfied smile on her lips. yunjin looked at her, covering her lips as she laughed at sakura's actions.

but yunjin knew she'd do the same thing.

your group was then announced as the winner of an award. you were taken aback because you had been preoccupied with food the entire time. sakura noticed and laughed, drawing your attention to her. you pouted at her before turning your gaze to the steps and holding eunchae's hand. the other members were standing behind you two, hands outstretched, ready to assist you.

chaewon was the first to speak into the microphone and you stood next to her, holding the award. chaewon's gaze would occasionally return to you and you'd both share a soft smile.

yunjin spoke next, the speech now in english, and you stared in awe. being the touchy person she is, she placed her hand on your arm, pulling you closer so that you could showcase the award.

kazuha was the last to go. as she stood in front of the microphone, she cast a glance at you. you knew she was nervous, so you wrapped an arm around her waist. kazuha was able to get through it thanks to your comfort and support.

however, just as kazuha finished speaking, the camera panned towards you before a certain male idol was shown on the large screen, caught as he stared in a daze while murmuring the word 'pretty.'

loud screams ensued and he hid his face behind his hands, receiving teasing smacks from his members. you looked at the screen, perplexed, and saw haechan from nct dream. you shrugged, not knowing what had happened and not wanting to know, and led the girls backstage.

the girls, on the other hand, were aware of what was going on. they threw a glance at nct dream's table, not caring if they were their seniors, but they did try to hide it. you called them over and they quickly followed you as you went to prepare for your performance.

during the performance, you would shoot the maknae a funny look whenever you had the chance and eunchae would just smile, breaking character. well, technically, she wasn't because she was always smiling.

after that, you nearly collapsed on the chair as the adrenaline left your body and was replaced by mild exhaustion. kazuha sat next to you, her head on your shoulders, watching the others settle into their seats around the room.

"i did well, right?" kazuha murmured, referring to her solo part at the end of the performance.

you hummed and reached up to pat her cheek. "you did so well, my zuha."

with that, kazuha closed her eyes for a brief moment. you brought up the subject of food again with the staff and eunchae was quick to back you up. yunjin joined in this time, but the rest of the girls mostly just watched you talk about how hungry you were (listened, in kazuha's case).

you cheered loudly when they said okay, which was a quick response from them, not even a beat later, which surprised kazuha. "oop. sorry, zuha."

you caressed her face, mumbling apologies and searching for any hurt area on her skin. there were none, but because kazuha liked the way you doted on her, she let you do your thing.

"wait. we'd have to leave eunchae now, right?" chaewon's question had you pulling away from kazuha, eyes wide in disbelief.

you were disappointed when the managers nodded and pointed to the clock. "fuck curfew." you muttered in english.

yunjin, who was walking by, burst out laughing. they looked at her, puzzled, but she only pointed at you, laughing again when you smiled at her. kazuha heard you as well because she was sitting next to you, but she said nothing and just chuckled.

then you rose to embrace the pouting maknae. "i promise we'll be back."

eunchae gave a nod. "be quick?"

you smiled. "if i could, baby gorl, i would. please wait here, okay?"

eunchae gave you another nod, and the girls waved her goodbye. you were the last to leave, but not before waving to the grinning maknae.

the night progressed and the group was called on stage for another award shortly after you returned from backstage. this time, it was just you to give a speech, and while you were doing so, the girls scanned the crowd of idols.

they noticed that there were far too many of them smiling. it was small because they were trying to conceal it, but it was still a smile. yunjin moved in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. you only gave her a passing glance before continuing your speech.

then you called out to eunchae, prompting the girls to do the same. "hong eunchae! we love you, baby. please wait a moment."

eunchae was smiling backstage, already missing her unnies. "i love you, too." she murmured the sentiment in english, causing the staff around her to coo.

and the awards ceremony was soon finally over.

the sigh that left your mouth caused chaewon to laugh at you. "what? i'm just glad it's finally over." you whispered in her ear.

"idiot. come on."

you were on stage with your members and the other groups who came. as you walked with them, you wrapped your arms around sakura, keeping her close to you because you didn't want her to be swallowed up by the crowd.

"i want to eat japanese food." you told her.

"me, too. do you want me to cook tomorrow?" sakura asked.

you hummed, finding delight at the idea. "sure, kkura, but let me help."

the japanese chuckled. "i'm sure even if i told you otherwise, you'd still help."

you looked down at her and raised your brows in amusement. "not that you'd say no to me either."

sakura didn't respond, but the smile on her face said it all: she can't say no to your adorable face.

you both paused, however, when someone tripped in front of you. you widened your eyes and extended one hand to assist whoever it was. the guy accepted it and you recognized him as jay from enhypen, one of your labelmates.

he blushed when your eyes met because, goddamn, he'd seen you up close before and you never cease to amaze him with your beauty and kindness.

the girls kept an eye on him while bowing back to his members, who were on the verge of laughing and were also deeply embarrassed by his actions. you patted his shoulders and smiled goodbye before walking away, the girls trailing you like lost puppies.

and that concludes the evening's events.

or so the girls thought.

when you saw eunchae waiting for you outside, you pick up your pace. "manchae!" you called out affectionately.

the girls slowed down to allow you to spend time with the girl you claimed as your child and they ran over when you waved them over. you and eunchae were squished in the group hug and you laughed before calling for timeout.

"air, babes. we need air." you stated, causing them to pull away.

"sorry." they said in unison, chaewon fixing your hair and yunjin doing the same for eunchae.

"we missed you." sakura told the maknae, who beamed. "me, too."

"we're eating out, right?" you asked.

yunjin nodded. "yeah."

"where?" chaewon asked, causing yunjin to light up and point at you.

when you raised your brow at her unintentional suggestive action, yunjin quickly retracted her finger, explaining what she meant. "unnie, we discovered this restaurant last week!"

your mouth formed the letter 'o'. "that's right! we should give it a shot." you told the girls.

when you went to explain where it was, a voice from behind you interrupted you. "uhm, excuse me?"

when you turned around, hyunjin from stray kids greeted you with a bow, which you promptly returned because he was your senior. behind you, the girls stood guard, with kazuha reaching out to clutch the back of your outfit.

you gave a warm smile. "yes?"

hyunjin blushed at your attention and threw a sideward glance towards where the rest of his members stood, cheering him on. you were confused as to what was going on, but you waited for the boy to speak. he looked back at you and cleared his throat before handing you an envelope.

you accepted it and smiled. "what's this for?"

"i, uhm, like you and i was hoping to... maybe get your number?" the boy sounded hesitant, but he decided to shoot his shot.

he was attractive, and you were aware of his talent, but dating was not on your mind at the time. you opened your mouth to reject him as gently as you could, but chaewon cut you off.

"we're sorry, but we can't give out our phone numbers."

"ah, it's okay. i'm just happy i could tell you, y/n-ssi." hyunjin's face showed his disappointment, but he still smiled at her and you.

meanwhile, your face dropped at your leader's interruption and you were side-eyeing chaewon, who quickly avoided your gaze. everyone got chills and did the same thing as chaewon, suddenly finding their shoes, hands, or the wall in front of them more interesting.

they recognized that look and knew that hell would await them once they entered that room.

although chaewon was the leader, you were the eldest. being the eldest and most mature, you took pride in it. when she interrupted, it stung your pride.

you smiled at hyunjin and decided to play along for the time being. "of course. sorry and thank you, i appreciate it."

you exchanged bows and watched the downcast guy walk back to his members, who comforted him with a pat on the back. you entered the room without looking anyone in the eyes. before following you, the girls gulped and exchanged nervous glances.

the staff knew they couldn't get involved, so they sat it out.

"what was that?"

the girls saw you taking off your accessories in front of the mirror. your face was emotionless, which scared eunchae because it reminded her of the time you got mad and she decided she didn't want to see you mad again.

"care to explain?" you threw them a brief glance, mostly at chaewon, and they were shaken up again by the intense look in your eyes.

the leader took a deep breath. "we just... didn't want you to give him your phone number."

"and you thought interrupting me was a good idea?" you asked, and chaewon went to speak, but you turned around to face them. "didn't you trust me enough to not do that?"

while the other girls panicked, chaewon quickly shook her head. sakura decided to intervene after noticing chaewon about to cry, which you had noticed, but you needed answers first.

"when i say i didn't want other people to get your attention, i think i speak for everyone." sakura said.

as you stared at sakura, you remained silent. your brows furrowed and the gears in your head were finally turning to bring you to realization.

the girls waited with baited breaths as yunjin drew chaewon closer to her, providing the comfort their poor leader required. kazuha was also behind her, rubbing her back.

chaewon was grateful for them, but she needed yours.

your leader looked you in the eyes and watched you sigh and close your eyes.

"so, to cut a long story short, you were jealous?"

thinking you were still mad, they nodded.

"i see." you said, opening your arms now that your questions had been answered. they were hesitant to approach you at first, but you called out to your leader. "chaewon-ah."

your sweet tone caused chaewon to run to you, knocking the air out of your lungs, but you didn't care for the time being. you stroked her back with one hand while resting the other on her head. you knew she was trying hard not to cry when you heard her sniffle quietly against your shoulder.

the thing she despised the most was you getting angry at her.

it goes the same with the others.

"i'm sorry, my love." you said quietly and chaewon nodded. "i'm sorry, unnie."

you hummed and gave an apologetic smile to eunchae. "did i scare you?"

you waved her over after the maknae nodded. chaewon stepped back to let you hug eunchae, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. yunjin approached you and kissed the side of your head as she apologized. because eunchae wouldn't let go of you, kazuha went to cling to your sleeve instead.

"you're really scary when you're angry, unnie." kazuha said, tugging on your outfit as a way to ground herself after the fright you've instilled in them all.

you smiled, humming. "i'm sorry, my zuha, everyone."

everyone took a moment to calm down, and when eunchae pulled away, you apologized by briefly hugging sakura, yunjin, and kazuha before turning to chaewon, who remained silent. she'd calmed down, but she remained silent.

"call them in? let me just talk to chae real quick." you said quietly to sakura, who nodded.

you approached chaewon and hugged her, pushing her to the corner of the room, away from their gaze. chaewon wrapped her arms around your waist and buried her face in your neck.

"are you mad at me?" you asked.

chaewon shook her head. "no, why would i?"

"i'm sorry for acting that way." you murmured in her hair.

"it's not your fault, unnie." she reassured and pulled back to look in your eyes.

you wiped the stray tears from her cheek and planted a small kiss on her brow. "i love you, okay? you and the girls. you have my undivided attention at all times and in all places, hm?"

chaewon nodded and rested her forehead against your jaw. "i love you, too."

"good. trust me, okay?"

she nodded.

"and please do not interrupt me again."

chaewon knew you were no longer mad when your tone was laced with a playful sound and added by the playful raise of your brow. she laughed and nodded, knowing they'd all remember not to interrupt you again in their lives.

when you left the corner, you immediately got changed. and when you came out wearing your favorite sweatpants and hoodie, kazuha was the first to greet you. the japanese ballerina melted in your arms and you swayed her to the song yunjin was singing.

"don't get mad again. ever."

you laughed at that, squeezing her. "i'd try not to, my zuha."

you approached yunjin, who lit up when she saw you. still singing along to the song on her phone, she grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into her lap.

"hey, love~ you're not mad at us anymore, right?" yunjin asked.

she sounded playful, but when she switched to english, you knew she was serious and just trying to clear the air between you two. you nodded and stroked her cheek with one finger.

"yes, jen. don't worry."

you leaned against the american for a moment, opening your arms for sakura. she plopped down on you without hesitation, ignoring yunjin's groan. the force surprised the american, who you knew was strong enough to support you two.

"you gave us quite the scare." sakura muttered.

"i know, i'm sorry." you murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder.

you three remained silent after that. the staff were wary, but the way you slept on yunjin with sakura in your arms assured them that everything was fine. you awoke to sakura tapping your cheek and yunjin caressing the skin beneath your hoodie.

"time to go, y/n/n. come on."

you found yourself in between chaewon and eunchae, the two members you scared the most tonight. they were both leaning against your shoulders, playing with your fingers. you gave them a kiss on the head, and the way chaewon closed her eyes, a contented sigh leaving her lips, and eunchae burying herself in your embrace told you that everything would be fine.

the other girls smiled, relieved to see you weren't mad anymore and had made up with them.

"go sleep. i'll wake you up once when we get there." they complied and were knocked out like a light.

you looked out the window, your thoughts racing. you let out a sigh. that explains their behavior earlier tonight. you thought it was nothing, but it turns out it did mean something.

for the time being, it appears that you will not be dating anyone.

nikko note: hi, everyone! many liked the first ot5 fic i made, so i decided to write another one. i might be busy until next week because of school shit, so wish me luck TT i hope you like this one! but i'll definitely be back with another fic because there are tons in my drafts, so see you!

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wwouldvecouldveshouldve · 4 months

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you... huh.

how bsd men will react when they find out you hide important things between your boobs. THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING REQUEST!!!

[ ft. fyodor, chuuya, and ranpo ]

I love that you put Fyodor for a request like this

First things first, Fyodor probably realized without any particular reveal on your part. He was a logical guy, and the least he could do was appreciate the logic on your part (he appreciates your boobs, too). Maybe if he got drunk (uncommon, but not impossible if it's with you) he'd ask for your car keys but take them himself. To be honest, he wouldn't react much, but he'd certainly take advantage of the option. Still... he's important to you, isn't he? (pls that was a dirty joke if you don't get it look at the first sentence and the keyword important things between you boobs)

Chuuya does not see it coming. When he sees it happen, he looks away fricking immediately and does not say. a. word. The woman was too stunned to speak type thing. Anyways, he at first starts to offer to carry things for you. He could easily protect you or hold your things any day, so there's no need for you to hide anything or hold anything when he's around! This precious man tries harder to be useful <33 If he sees you doing it in front of him again, he'll try and hold it himself, but that just makes things more awkward, so you two really just go silent for a little while afterward.

Of course he'd figure that shit out quickly. He'd probably even ask to hide candy with you a lot but not actually say shit about it. He more so takes it as a "You can carry all that around like that, so carry me everywhere too!" You really just become a professional carrier for his stuff, but some other days he'll demand piggy-back rides or to be carried princess style around the office (lowkey the best days).

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Sorry this was short! I'm wavering between a few obsessions right now, and then just my damn schedule is PACKEDDD with dumbass things, so I usually write my stuff pretty late (I live in California).

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riniworld · 3 months

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How about a yandere villain (that’s lowkey a little dumb) x reader sidekick (who always eats it up)

✨Y.E.S✨

I'm not a native english speaker so i search about "eats it up" meaning and from what i understand is like loving/enjoying something, is that right?

warnings// obsession,yandere themes,mentionof blood at the end,the part where you're young there wasn't any romantic feelings!!,not proofread

refrence//you.my precious.

gener//headcanon just 'couse.

a/n//i put a backstory for them because...yeah.

•you met when you was young,two lost children in the street.

•because you two living the same you start following him around like a lost puppy.

•he was annoyed at the start,but soom start to soften.

•you're younger than him So he make you his responsibility.

•he was stealing to bring you two food,most of the time he get caught but he such a good runner.

•now you're older and still together

•known as the "villains" of the city.

•you don't really care what people will call you,You owe him your life,he saved and took care of you.

•and he still do.

•you two were dreaming of a peaceful life when you were younger.

•but your boss,aka the villain,grew hatred toward who call themselves "heros".

•if they were heros,they would have known about you two and helped you to get somewhere to live at atleast.

•they're just a money dogs.

•he didn't force you into anything,He gave you the freedom to make decisions,and you stayed.

•that made him feel strange,for the first time someone really care about him.(not like you didn't in the past it's just different when you're adults)

•his feelings start to grew every year, month, week, hour, minute, second.

•oh god,where you always that beautiful?

•or when you patch his wounds,it take everything in him to not just kiss you right right here.

•Oh, someone hurt you? dead.

•someone said something bad about you? dead.(he knows don't ask how)

•he also has such a pure soul...yeah he kill but he still has SUCH A PURE SOUL.

*calls the hero*

"now listen to me hero I've"

beep

*stunned* "did they hang up on me just now?!"

"look darling i just figured out how to make the hero beg under me"

"hm?"

"I'm gonna steal thier dog"

"..."

•and you love that about him,of course if he was too dumb and put himself in danger you'll step in.

•otherwise it's fun to watch.

• he sometimes tries to flirt with you but end up ruining it all,or you flip it on him and he'll just be a tomato mess.

•but when he serious and extremely possessive he might be a bit..bit scary

•he was going to a dangerous mission/battle and you wanted to go along

•there was a cold,demanding gaze you see for the first time when he told you won't go.

•or when you disguised as a civilians for a "secret mission"(actually he just took you on a date-) and someone creepy start saying such things to you...no one has seen him again:D

•also he loves spoiling you,it's his way of making up for your deprived childhood.

•he don't want anything in return but to see your smile.

poor guy just wanted a house to live in together:(

BONUS

blood and dead bodies all over the place,your plan has success! you defeated six heroes atleast, and you two don't have that dangerous injuries too.

what a lucky day,you thought.

the villain pulled you by your wrist,taking you out your thoughts,and slide his hand on your waist to make you as close to him as possible.

he looks deep in your eyes,with this loving gaze.

"how about we dance,my precious?" he said in a husky voice. God,you're making him drunk.

before you can answer he start swaying you right and left softly.

maybe he'll go and live with you a peaceful life without the "villain" title.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS HAS A BIT CRACK BUT I COULDN'T SORRY

istg i know this isn't what you want but that's how it turned out with me

have a nice day/night♡

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x y/n

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radioisntdead · 27 days

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(To maybe save our hearts from the angst, how about a cuter idea? could be any gender really and be seen as platonic or not just very vague fluffy fun)

A reader who is similar age to Susan and is the opposite type of old person, a gentle Grandparent who has old person candies at all times. Most importantly however is the only one who can calm Susan's feral chihuahua energy, only when they need to of course.

They play cribbage on weekends, and definitely both chat about the youngins- maybe playfully feud on which is better Knit or Crochet

Good evening my dear! This is a little shorter then I wanted but I did write it in a hair salon, where at the time of posting I'm still in.

Bitter and sweet

Warnings!!!

Cannibalism, Reader is GN but gives off old lady grandma vibes, this is written in little drabbles mainly because I wrote them in an hair salon

Susan had a neighbor, she lived to the left of her house, while Susan's house was more stale and strict appearing her neighbor's was more soft colors, with gnomes outside and a lovely garden filled with all types of hell's flora,

You'd think the two would be at odds but they got along well, going out for tea each day, on weekends they'd go to bingo or play a game of cribbage, although they did get into tiffs about what was better between crochet and knitting, like how crochet is easier for some to pick up with the sole hook, or how knitting uses less yarn then crochet, They were dear friends, and this is some tidbits with them.

You and Susan had opposing aesthetics but that didn't stop the two of you from matching outfits in some way or another, she wore her usual pinkish dress? You were two feet away from her in more brighter attire.

"Kids these days are getting more and more foolish each day, fucking crying in the middle of the streets!"

Susan said, sat on a bench looking across the street at some poor cannibal gal sobbing as her dearest assumingly ended things

When you didn't respond she looked over at you only to see that you were gone,

"Where the hell- [Name]!"

You had dashed over to the gal, swatting at her former lover with your handfan, scolding him for breaking things off in the middle of the streets inside of somewhere private or inside a restaurant as the girl sobbed into your arms,

"Shh, it's alright you deserve better, someone with manners!"

You said patting her back, glaring at the unmannered former lover while Susan groaned from her seat, you just had to butt into other people's business didn't you!

Like she didn't do the same at times.

......

"You uncultured, red-40 looking, bad dental hygiene, modern technology radio man!"

Susan raised her cane to the Radio Deer man, you had just entered Rosie's Emporium for a snack,

"Susan! No! That is terribly rude!"

You shouted dashing over quickly before Susan could do anything, pushing down her cane, while apologizing,

"My apologies! I'll escort her out, here buy yourself something tasty"

You said taking the radio demons hand and placing some money and a few pieces of candy into it before linking an arm with Susan and taking her outside while scolding her as she grumbled, leaving the Radio demon lowkey stunned and missing his mother.

You were how he imagined she would've been if she lived to be elderly.

.....

"For fuck's sake! Why are you in my house?"

Susan shouted as she walked into her kitchen only to see you adorned in an old lady apron chopping away at some vegetables while some type of meat simmered on the stove,

"Making us lunch obviously! I have news about that lovely gal we met on the street a few months ago! She's going steady with my nephew, the one with the good job not the one that's married, and I must tell you what her scandalous ex lover had to say-"

You rambled on, mixing up slang from different decades Susan could care less about the gal who was sobbing on the streets but you seemed to hellbent on telling her about the 'tea' as you called it.

.....

"Susie, let's listen to what the princess has to say before booing her off the stage, this is why she called you an old bitch''

You said linking an arm with Susan before shouting over at Charlie as Rosie pulled her aside,

"My apologies!"

You chased down Charlie at a later date to give her some candies for her troubles with Susan,

You paid visits to the hotel after that, bringing treats for the residents.

....

"Knitting is superior, it uses less yarn then your hook, knitting takes far more skill and that little crochet thing seems easier.''

Susan said knitting a scarf as you sat across from her, crocheting a net.

"Susie, you are my dearest friend and I love you, But I can and will surplex you into a wall if you say that again."

Hearing that while you wore the sweetest smile would strike fear into the average sinner.

......

"Are we thinking barbecue? Grilled? Perhaps baked? Oo I recently picked up some new seasonings we could try!"

You shouted over to Susan as you threw a net at an exorcist pulling them down and stabbing them with an angelic weapon before discarding them to the side to harvest their wings later,

"I don't give a donkeys ass as long as they taste good!"

.....

"Susie?"

"Hm?"

"I'm dying again."

"Don't be dramatic!''

She smacked you gently on the head with her cane as you broke out in laughter, angel wing in your hand and gold around your mouth.

Good evening folks! I am actively dangling Susan around like a keychain, I should invest in a Susan keychain, are Susan keychains a thing???

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #susan & reader #hazbin hotel susan #hazbin susan #hazbin hotel

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1-800-local-slut · 2 months

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Home Is Where The Heart Is (Or Where's There's No People)

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Shy! Reader

Reader is Klaus's girl friend. In public, she's shy the moment they get behind closed doors there's no stopping her

I don't know if this counts as a collab, but I'm going to count it as such. I couldn't have written this without @sublimecatgalaxy writing this beautiful work. Go check it out, it's so good omg. I hope you guys like this one and thanks again to @sublimecatgalaxy for letting me write this based off your work!

Warnings: Drinking, sophisticated party, nude painting, reader is horny at the end, allusions to smut, reader is really shy in public, this is a bit short, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick, not a warning but I don't specify what the reader is, make no mistake the reader is a black woman, even tho I lowkey bully Marcel in this make no mistake that is my man, reader teases Klaus and calls him a whore lol

(No srsly, go check out this story it was actually wonderful)

Request are also open if anyone wants to send anything!

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"I just wanted a burger." She frowned, staring at the mirror while Klaus helped slide her body into her dress. Deep sadness and exhaustion reflected in her eyeballs, the same sadness that had been ever-present since Klaus reminded her of their party.

A peace offering with Marcel, which she argued was pointless and declared she could miss. Klaus naturally needed to object! How could he show up to such an event and not bring the most gorgeous person in the world with him? That and he needed another person who could agree with (mostly) all his judgments

"Once we make our way through the riff-raff we can stop on the way home." The custom gown was slid onto her body now, and it highlighted all the best parts of her. All the parts Klaus loved.

"I won't want to stop on the way home, I don't want to go outside in the first place. I hate these parties and I don't want to see Miss Tagrot. Oh God, I can't stand that woman, why does Marcel invite her everywhere? Don't tell me he's sleeping with that thing."

He smirked, smugly, once he turned out of her line of sight to button his sleeves properly. She didn't want to be around anyone besides him and selfish as Klaus was he was overjoyed by this.

She stepped off the small platform she was on that was surrounded by mirrors after a quick look over herself. She looked stunning like she was straight out of history. The dress hugged her figure, and her wig was styled into a gorgeous updo with two pieces of hair framing her gorgeous features.

Klaus needed to call their driver. He stole a glance out of their large bedroom windows after leaving their walk-in closet. Ass hitting the sheets, he shut his eyes for a brief moment to inhale. He could still smell the mix of their scents. A mixture of sweetness and the forest. Once he grabbed his phone off the dresser he let his mind wander.

His ears focused on the sound of the cars outside in his city. The people going about their business, the vampires hunting for a meal. How many of those cars were driving to the very place he was soon to be? How many would be at Marcel's little gathering (which is certainly pointless knowing Marcel and Klaus) tonight?

Suddenly her arms wrapped around his broad chest, and she overtook him. The bed sunk as she crawled onto it, and he felt her soft, long gloves snake around him. Her scent, her feel, everything. She was whispering in his ear, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

How was a man to resist in the face of such beautiful temptation? Don't ask Klaus, he could hardly manage right now.

"Klaus, let's stay home. I'll let you paint me naked again." She whined in his ear, bringing her nails up to his head. Scratching the back of his ears, she wanted to stay home.

"You don't have to lie, I know you like it when I look at you naked." Turning his head, his eyes connected with hers. His eyes found their way to her full lips, and he knew what needed to be done. A soft kiss to her lips and the idea of missing all the possible chaos and creating issues was looking more and more enticing. Staying home and stripping that gown off her sounded so, so much better.

He wouldn't be Klaus Mikaelson if he didn't show up fashionably late, and make an entrance. Blue eyes met dark ones with a buzz of excitement. Klaus fixed their bodies onto the mattress, where she was now flat on her back and Klaus towered over her. The spark in her eyes and the smirk across her lips told Klaus that she won. She won and she knew it, the little minx.

When her arms wrapped around his neck, Klaus dipped down to kiss her again. She ghosted her fingers over the nape of his neck drawing a little pattern.

He couldn't help himself and took advantage of the slit in her dress. While he ran his hand up her thigh and gave a healthy squeeze, Klaus's mind and heart were racing. How could have even thought about going to this party when his girlfriend was here, looking like a gorgeous blast from the past? As if she came straight out of the 1920s with improvements made to the dress that suited her style.

Her hands took a small squeeze at his ass, and Klaus chuckled. Then he was lying down right on top of her, grinding his hips into hers. He could taste tongue as they continued their foreplay.

She overwhelmed his senses so well that Klaus didn't hear Elijah walking up the steps until he knocked on the door. At first, he thought he was having an auditory hallucination but then she cut her eyes sharply to the door.

"What?" She snipped. That just made his suit pants even tighter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a driver here for you two." Elijah chuckled. Of course, Elijah probably heard their passionate kisses and shared shuddered breaths.

"Of all the bloody things, I can never just stay home. Tell him we'll be out in a moment." Klaus crawled off her, wiping the smears of lipgloss off his face. He certainly smears her colored lip makeup all over his face.

"What happened to just wanting to stay home?" Klaus chuckled while she tried to fix the back of her hair.

"We can't just be rude, the drivers already come. It would be different if Elijah never told us but now I feel bad. The poor man is just trying to do his job." She muttered and ran her fingers across his chest. Klaus was perched at the edge of their mattress, and she was sitting up against the pillows, pulling him in like a spider catching a fly. That wicked smirk came across her face again and she brought her face closer to his.

Her eyes met his while she admired the smeared makeup on his face.

"You look like a whore. My whore." She snickered in his ear, running a hand over his thighs just short of where he needed her. He smiled, knowing this was going to be a hard night. Pun intended.

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She gripped him like a bad habit that you couldn't shake no matter what you tried the moment they stepped out of the car. She was Klaus's girlfriend, his wild card who couldn't be tamed, a bear who was standing outside its cave. But once they got somewhere with too many people, the bear went into hibernation and slept until it was time to leave. Not from fear, but simply from sheer kindness.

And Klaus loved knowing she was only quiet for the sake of others. For the sake of not wanting to make enemies of the entire city. Sadly, that was one of Klaus's favorite things to do.

The party was a typical Marcel party. It was moderately loud, there were flashing lights, and crowds of the elite mingled. Live performers and tantalizing meals were off to the side, and Klaus glanced up at the ceiling, seeing people mingling on the upper balconies. Other vampires, of course, Marcel didn't just let anyone up there. Klaus himself finally arrived, so the party could start.

They pushed through the crowds of people. Hello's, compliments, and well wishes were exchanged though Klaus met none of them. Like always, everyone took notice of Klaus's stunning companion no matter how badly she wished they didn't.

She didn't want to be standing in the center of the room (ironic considering that she was dating the man himself, Klaus Mikaelson) but there she was.

"There's the man of the century," Marcel called, making his way down the steps. Stopping before the two, she bristled slightly.

"Marcel." She greeted him curtly. All that needed to be said was said to him. He smiled at her, his grin reminding Klaus of a hunter about to shoot his prey.

"Ma belle." He took the gloved hand that wasn't latching onto Klaus and pressed a soft kiss to it. Deep down inside, Klaus was thrilled to know that this disgusted her. How long did it take for her to allow Klaus to hold her?

"Hm." She smiled politely but took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter who she grabbed with such strength that it showed how badly she wanted to leave. The only time anyone would grab someone for a drink with such ferocity was when that person wanted to be anywhere else.

"Marcel, thank you for inviting us to dinner." Klaus joked as the three of them eyed a woman who walked past them. Klaus hadn't eaten before they left like he usually does so he could hear the thrumming of blood all around him. Marcel let out his usual hearty chuckle and she stuck closer to him.

"Speaking of dinner," Drawing the two's attention back to him. Marcel ran his hands down the front of his suit, Klaus couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It seemed like the drama Klaus lived for was finally starting.

"Can I show you something, Klaus?" Marcel asked in a more hushed tone. It was that time of night when Klaus sadly had to leave her alone for a bit to handle business. If it were up to him, Klaus would have her superglued to his side.

But alas, sometimes even Klaus Mikaelson couldn't have everything go his way.

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Finding her again was like finding a beacon of light in a dark room. Like a blind man seeing for the first time, Klaus's heart instantly became lighter when he found his beacon again.

Marcel was still upstairs, sleeping off the punch Klaus decided he needed and Klaus happily skipped his way down the steps. His eyes cleared the room once he identified everything he needed.

A random person (or two) for dinner and his light at the end of the tunnel. Thankfully they just happened to be bunched together in one perfect little conversation circle for Klaus to wiggle into. With long steps, Klaus felt a thrill building at being close to her again.

She stood politely, sipping on her drink, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. He could hear her heartbeat jumping in her chest and heard an uncharacteristic giggle. Klaus could tell she'd been attempting to drink away her discomfort, the discomfort that followed with his absence.

A piece of chocolate (he made a mental at how it was the same color as her but he refrained from telling her this, as she often expressed annoyance at being compared to food) slipped into her mouth that she grabbed from the treats table, the white lights that shone around the room made her look even more like an angel.

A flash of light came over her brown eyes and Klaus felt his breath stop for just a second. She was too perfect and Klaus wanted to just grab her and go instantly.

The closer he got the happier he got to see her. Sure it was a bit odd how it made him want to jump for joy to know she didn't want to be around anyone else but who was about to say anything to him about it?

"Klaus! Oh, it's great to see you, I wasn't expecting you to come but once I saw this one I knew you couldn't be far behind." Miss Targot, the bane of his girlfriend's existence. She pulled Klaus into a friendly hug, the fur of her collar almost getting into his mouth.

Of course, that tight grip returned to Klaus's side the moment he was free. She was holding his arm once more, and Klaus shook his head slightly. Glancing down, he saw that she was on the verge of being tipsy but thankfully coherent enough to give Klaus little to no issue tonight.

But alcohol did make her more frisky than usual, so it was probably best they made their exit soon before they accidentally shamed themselves in front of all of New Orleans. Or before Klaus decided to pull her into a random room.

Either way, he heard the sound of furniture splintering, and to his left caught a view of some of Marcel's friends pointing down at him. Certainly time for an exit. After all, he still owed her that hamburger.

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"Every time I see that bitch she sounds more and more obnoxious. It's all 'Oh Paris was wonderful' and 'I just adored my trip to Dominican Republic' bitch why are you not home with your children?" Klaus barked out a laugh as she perched onto her vanity seat and slid two earrings into her ears.

She rubbed cocoa butter onto her dark skin, while Klaus placed his paint brushes into his mouth and pulled the curtains wide open to let in the sunlight.

It was the next day now, the two had slept well into the afternoon. They were only woken up by someone throwing a brick through their living room window and this turned out to be someone with some grievances with Rebekah. Now they were sitting in their bedroom, while Elijah and Hayley prepared for the cleaners Klaus sent for to come. Hiding bodies and whatnot while Rebekah dashed around the city, a woman on a mission.

It was finally time for that painting she offered Klaus last night.

In her natural form, he could see her confidence, the fire that resided within her. Barren of heavy makeup, only a touch of blush and lipgloss with some clear mascara for her lashes Klaus felt like he almost didn't deserve to be around her right now.

She was so beautiful and perfect that with all Klaus had done, he didn't deserve to have her posing for him let alone dating him.

"They're probably paying for those trips, the miserable trollop she is I doubt they want her home very often." Klaus joked as he went back to his easel and resumed setting up his paints. Red, browns, deep greens (for the fainting couch she would be lying on), and the color of her large fancy robe. Klaus thought it made her look like a really pretty bird. A really pretty bird that would take out one of your eyes without much hesitation.

After all, it would be rude to snatch someone's eye from their socket.

She snorted, as she slid seductively onto the couch.

"I wouldn't." Klaus watched her get comfortable, with her well-practiced pose (the one Klaus always envisioned in his mind) and prepare to be drawn.

"You wouldn't want to be anywhere with her." Adjusting his easel, it was almost time for him to truly focus.

"No, I don't want to be anywhere without you. You literally know I don't like people, you make them tolerable. I know I'll have an eyewitness to the absurdity I see. Now enough about her, draw me like one of your French girls." Her brows wiggled and they both took a pause. Silence and then laughter.

The line from that ridiculous movie that Klaus was really mad that he actually enjoyed (and that admittedly turned him on) made him and her cackle. His sides hurt and the sides of his eyes crinkled. She was trying not to roll off the couch from how hard she was laughing, cackling actually, so loud that it was probably heard down the street along with Klaus's loud bellows.

The sound that came from their bedroom so often, usually induced by her, eventually settled from Klaus's doubled-over form. She somehow rolled onto her stomach and they both calmed down.

Eventually, the silence settled and they fell back into their usual conversation. Things about the baby, when she would be born, how much she liked snacks, Klaus teasing her and her telling him to lick her ass, Klaus of course thrilled to do so.

His pencil ran over the easel, the first sketch being perfectly designed while his mind wandered. She began to sing (horribly off-key though intentional) and Klaus lightly scolded her to hold still.

She was Klaus's girlfriend. His girlfriend who, for the sake of others, held her tongue in public but when it was just the two of them she was a shining star. A force of unstoppable grace and nature. His girlfriend, whom Klaus could just be a regular guy with and just laugh as loud as he pleased at nothing in particular.

Above all though, she was Klaus's. And deep down inside nothing else mattered more to him than that.

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 8/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I was going to make them reconcile but then decided last minute to just give more angst.

I'd like to think that the decades-long daddy issues warrant constant blowouts. Like redemption, working over it takes time.

We'll get there. Eventually.

(Lowkey projecting my daddy issues)

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Maybe this was a bad idea.

Lucifer is standing in front of his daughter's bedroom door. He was so confident walking from his tower, wanting to resolve the current animosity Charlie has for him. Just thinking about getting yelled at and hearing he's hated by his own child is making him reconsider.

He knocks. No answer. He knocks again. And again. And again.

The king feels his eyes burning. Charlie doesn't want to talk to him and he's actually going to cry.

This is worse than any punishment Heaven has given me.

Surely Charlie wouldn't care if he just up and disappeared without saying goodbye, right? The Alastor in his head telling him that Charlie doesn't hate him is wrong and maybe she's just out and can you just be quiet for once, how are you still so talkative in my head???

Yes, yes. He should go now. He needs to find her as soon as possible. All of hell is in danger and definitely not because confrontation scares him. He's the fucking king-

Charlie: Dad?

Lucifer turned so fast towards the voice, that it made him a bit dizzy.

Told you, Your Majesty. He can hear the smugness of brain-conjured Alastor. Prick.

Lucifer: Charlieeeee!!!! Haha. What uh, what are you doing here?

He cringes. 10,000 years and he's still so shit at talking. This is his daughter Fatherdamnit!

Charlie: Uh. It's my room? Were you,,, looking for me?

He wants to conjure up a portal and run but Charlie's face is beaming with hope. He'd take every hate in the world before hurting his daughter further.

Lucifer: Y-yes! I was just about to knock. Ha- I uhm.

There was an awkward pause before they both spoke up at the same time.

Charlie: Can we talk about the other day?

Lucifer: I'm leaving, Charlie.

The father and daughter stood stunned. Charlie was the first to recover, sporting now a devastated, desperate look.

Charlie: What?! You're leaving??

Lucifer: It's related to the whole Roo situation. I need to leave soon but I didn't want to go without telling you. It might take me a while that's why... until my return, you'll be handling Pride in my stead. The other Sins will look after hell, you just have to focus on Pride.

Charlie: No! Dad, you can't be serious. You're leaving me again?

Lucifer: What? No! Charlie. I need to do this or hell will-

Charlie: Is this really about Hell? You never cared before, Mom was the one who cared about our home and our people. Have I done something?

Lucifer: Charlie, no, of course not-

Charlie: Then why do you keep running away from me?! Why do you keep leaving?...

He was right. I should've just left.

What's happening? Is this Roo's doing? Why do they keep fighting? Why do they keep hurting each other?

The eyes on the hotel walls are judging him.

Lucifer: I don't. Charlie, you have to understand. I've never- Your mother and I- You-.... I'm sorry. I don't have the right words.

Lucifer reaches out to touch his sobbing daughter, but he pulls his hand back. He doesn't deserve to touch her.

His phone dings with a message from Belphegor.

Text from Bel: Good evening, Lucifer. Please come by Sloth before you leave for Earth. Something-

He doesn't read it all before sending a confirmation to Bel.

Lucifer: Time is not on our side, Charlie. If I wasn't sure that this being would help immensely, I wouldn't bother leaving to look for them. Even if you think otherwise, I trust you with Pride and its duties. I.. I'm not good with words but- just know. The greatest gift by Father is having you as my daughter.

Charlie looks up at him, tears still falling from her eyes.

Lucifer: Love ya, kiddo.

Then he disappears in a flurry of red and gold.

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What to look for in Part 9:

it will be a Charlie chapter after Lucifer leaves.

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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motion sickness | i want you pt. 7

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pairings: older!natasha romanoff x young!fem reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: heavy angst, thoughts of abortion (if this is a sensitive topic for you, you may not read this chapter), distant reader, fighting, slightly infuriated natasha (she’s lowkey an ass here), and so much more - MINORS DNI.

notes: i pray for your mental breakdown everyone so really good luck x

I woke up on the bathroom floor and noticed that the sun was shining through the window. However, it may not have been a beautiful morning for me since I had just learned last night that I was expecting Natasha's child. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles and went downstairs when I noticed Maisy picking oranges from the tree. I looked around, but my father was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he went fishing with Natasha or went to the market to stock up on blueberries, which are one of his favorite late-night snacks. I sighed quietly to myself and went to the garden to find something to do, I wanted to stop thinking about this fetus inside of me. I had to, just for today.

"I made you eggs and toast," Maisy said as my thoughts about the baby faded. She smiled as she pointed to the small table. "I heard from Ms. Romanoff that you've been feeling ill, so she made me cook you some food before going to the market with your father."

I wasn’t hungry, especially when there was a child inside my stomach.

"Oh," my body deflated, and all I could do was nibble on my lower lip. “I think I’ll just eat later, it’s still pretty early anyway.”

“Do you want me to take care of you for today, Y/n?”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, but thanks for the offer Maisy.”

I returned to the house and entered my room, locking the door in case Natasha dropped by to see how I was doing. She makes me feel sick inside, so I don't want to look at her or even think about her right now. Was this baby going to make me hate her? I feel like I'm losing myself with each hour that passes. I couldn't help but experience this kind of love that felt so foreign to me—I don't even believe I should feel this way—when I looked down at my stomach. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears, what have I done to myself? I wondered crudely. I should’ve been more responsible, I shouldn’t have been so careless.

But the baby’s here now, and there was nothing I could do about it.

A couple of hours later, I was researching having an abortion alone in my room. Since abortion was legal in Italy, I wrote a few phone numbers down to contact a hospital about whether I decided to keep this baby or not. I could feel my stomach growling, and I knew I had to eat.

So I went downstairs to get some food and I saw Natasha sitting by the couch. She looked at me with those twinkling green eyes, as if excited to see me, and brought me a warm hug. I didn’t need this kind of affection from her, especially when she doesn’t have an idea that I’m carrying her child. And the more that she hugged me, the more I felt guilty inside. I softly pushed her chest away and gave her a tight lip grin.

Cupping my cheeks, she whispered: “You doing okay? Maisy told me you didn’t come to eat your food, I had to give it to Antonio instead since you hate cold food.”

I muttered, "Oh yeah," and peered at my feet. “I’m not that hungry, anyway.” Forget about the famished sensation I had; I needed to leave myself. I didn’t want to be touched by her or even kissed by her, I needed to be away from her. Natasha looks into my eyes with a worried expression and gently strokes the side of my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. Though, I took a step back away from her and grabbed my hat from the chair; she looked stunned by my action.

“W-Where are you going?” she stuttered. “It’s only noon, I don’t think you should be going out by now.”

“I have to go to MJ,” although that wasn’t technically a lie, I still needed to get away from her. I didn’t want her to touch me or even love me in that kind of way, it still makes me feel sick – as if I wanted to vomit. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Baby,” she whispers under her breath in case anyone heard her call me by that pet's name. She palmed my upper arm with affection and sighed. “Stay here with me, we can go by the lake and I’ll watch you read. Or we could get ice cream and–”

“I’m really not in the mood, Natasha.”

She had a hurt look on her face, and I despised the way I was acting in her presence. I wouldn't feel as bad if she only knew what was happening. But I need to get this child out of me before she finds out because I'll ruin everyone's lives, including mine. I knew I was being selfish because I didn't want our relationship to become complicated. So I smiled at her for one last time before leaving the house and riding my bicycle. She stood by the doorframe and gave me a puzzled, worried-looking look, somehow hoping that I’d change my mind.

“Y/n, please just stay with me.”

“I really have to go, Nat.”

“But–”

I drove my bike away and let out a tear from my eye. I knew that I was hurting her, but I can’t let her know about the situation I was in. I need to get away from her, she mustn't know about this child inside of me. She’ll hurt, she wouldn’t want to do anything with me. She won’t need this baby with me, she’ll leave me if she finds out.

I arrived at MJ’s house and went inside by her maid, greeting her parents with a weary smile on her face. MJ was sitting on the couch, playing a video game with a controller in her hand. “I never thought you’d visit me,” she chuckled, turning her shoulder as she gave me a smile – a way to say hello to me. “Come sit, but we won’t be drinking since I’m taking a little break from it.”

I chewed the left inside of my cheek and played with the edge of my shirt, giving her the look of help. She got the clue and stood up, turning off the TV.

“Can we go upstairs, please?" I inquired while glancing left and right as if I were hiding something—which is almost true. MJ nodded and led me to her room, closing the door behind her as I sat at the foot of her bed, my knees raised. She took one cigarette and lit it for herself, smoking through the window with a worried expression on her face. I didn’t need any of that right now, not when I feel so guilty to the point I’m planning a getaway party.

“You look like shit,” she said with furrowed eyebrows. “Did something happen at home? Did Bucky bother you again–”

“I’m pregnant.”

After that, there wasn't much silence, and she appeared much more worried than she had earlier.

“With Bucky’s baby?”

Of course, she would think that. She doesn't know about my illicit relationship with my father's best friend, so I was prepared to say something; MJ was good at keeping secrets, especially in situations like this. But that was just me musing over a hypothetical idea.

I shook my head, my lips trembling with fear. “No,” I whispered under my breath as I looked her in the eye with brimming tears. “I-It’s not his.”

“Then who fucked you?” she asked, her voice much louder this time.

“If I tell you, you would find me disgusting.”

“Unless you’re secretly seeing a guy without telling us, there’s nothing disgusting about that.”

I sighed, preparing myself for the worst.

“It’s Natasha’s kid.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she lets out a breathy chuckle and drags the cigarette away from her mouth. “That wouldn’t be right, isn’t she your–”

“Godmother, yeah she’s technically my godmother.”

MJ shakes her head, throwing her hands in the air. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n? She could’ve taken advantage of you!”

“But I willingly gave my love to her!”

“Wait, love?” she throws her cigarette out of her window and sits down beside me. “Are you telling me that you’re both in love with each other?”

In any case, nothing about our relationship was hidden. Someone will eventually know or figure it all out. Our tension was palpable, especially in the way we touched - even if it was a simple gesture. I gave her one last look before nodding silently and looking up at the sky. I could hear her distress, but I felt her arms wrapped around mine. I suddenly felt safe. As I previously stated, I always felt safe in her presence.

“Does she know about the baby?”

I shook my head, muffling a sob before I felt her lips brush against my hair. Nothing about this makes me happy. In fact, it makes me feel even more guilty as I tell her more unfolding stories about which she was previously unaware. I buried my face into her neck, my hands gripping her shirt tightly. I was a coward, as I always have been and will continue to be.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked quietly as she stroked my cheek, wiping my tears away with her thumb. “Tell me so that there’s something I could do.”

“I-I just want this baby out of me,” I whimpered. “I-I don’t want it in my life, I can’t have this child right now. Dad will be fucking angry if he finds out that I’m in love with his friend. I just need this out–please, help me… I don’t know what to do! H-He’ll hurt Natasha if he knows about this, including myself. I-I won’t get to see both of my parents if he knew–”

“Calm down Y/n, take a deep breath,” she cups both of my cheeks as we breathed together, helping me ease myself. It did work for a bit. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here, you don’t have to be scared.”

You don’t have to be scared, little Y/n. You’re still a child.

“I’m scared, I’m so scared…”

“I know a friend who can help us both,” she mentioned quietly as she continued to kiss my forehead in the most platonic way. “Her name is Wanda, and she can help you with this. We’ll figure this out, okay? Natasha doesn’t even have to know about this, I promise.”

I cried into her arms, holding her as if she was my life support. I don’t know whether I should feel ecstatic or scared about this, but I knew that I was safe in her hands. As I mourned, I felt like safety was brought to me like a gift. She doesn’t have to know, I chanted in my head. She doesn’t have to know, she doesn’t have to know, she doesn’t have to know.

We sat there for nearly an hour, and I told her about our relationship. She was angry at Natasha for falling in love with me because our age difference was so large. But as I explained everything to her, MJ's rage began to fade. "Are you really in love with her?" she asked. “Isn't this some kind of adolescent crush for you?"

After giving her some thought, I saw that it was not even about teenage love. I adored every aspect of her, and I would sacrifice my life for her. It appears as though I am preoccupied with the concept of love and am unaware of its true significance. But I understand what love means when it comes to Natasha.

“I’ve never felt so perfect in my life when she’s near me,” I told her. “She’s my safety net. She’s my hunger and my thirst, I need to be with her every single moment of my life. And if I tell her about this baby, she won’t love me anymore.”

“But maybe if you do tell her, she won’t be upset?”

“She would fucking leave me if she finds out–”

“What if she wants this baby with you?” MJ asked. “What if she’s been wanting this to happen? Don’t you think it’s a little selfish to be keeping this away from her?”

“She doesn’t have a choice here, I’m the one who’s carrying her child. Whether she likes it or not, I’m removing this baby out of me.”

“I understand,” she whispered as she continued to rub my back, calming my nerves down. “We’ll figure something out, I promise.”

I returned home at night, and everyone was asleep as I had anticipated. When I entered my room, Natasha was curled up on my bed, tightly encircling my pillow. Since I didn't feel too comfortable having her around, I wanted to ask her to leave, but all I could do was sit and admire her lovely face. I find it hard to accept that I'm silently harming her and that everything was my fault. I wouldn't be such a scared little girl if I had been more cautious. Instead, I was. I was afraid of losing her, and I was selfish enough not to tell her. I kissed her forehead as I leaned down, earning a groggy moan from her.

“You’re here,” she whispered, fluttering her eyes open to look at me. “You’ve been gone all day, w-what happened? Are you okay–”

“I’m okay,” I whispered back, obviously lying to her face. Natasha smiled tiredly at me and pulled me into bed, her arm encircling my waist as I felt her kissing the back of my head. “Nat, we shouldn’t–”

“I know you’re not okay.”

I nodded, licking my bottom lip with terror.

“Y-Yeah, I haven’t been.”

“Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

No, it was never your fault in the first place.

I silently shook my head, trying to let the dread wash over me, but it didn't seem to work. She tilts her head up a little and looks down at me; a light bulb-like sadness flashed across her face. I gently squeezed her hand as it touched my waist. Although I know she did her best to assist me, I was so overcome with guilt that I was having trouble breathing.

“Baby, please answer me…”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Natasha.”

“Then why are you calling out my name like that if I haven’t done something wrong?”

Because I’m having your baby and I don’t want it.

“I’m just tired, okay?" I looked away from her and clenched my heart with sadness as I fixed my gaze on the wall. She only sighs and stands up from the bed, removing her arms from around me. When I turned around, she was standing by the door, walking out without saying anything. I immediately realized that I had screwed up. I messed everything up. Sooner or later, she’ll leave and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Especially if she finds out about this kid I’m not going to have.

The same issue persisted a few days later. I continued to keep my distance from her, and as a result, I was at MJ's house hanging out with her until Natasha left for the day. Today, however, is different because MJ wasn't home and I was still upset with Bucky, so I couldn't go see him. I considered going to see Felicia, but it seemed like she was also away. I felt genuine loneliness, and I knew I was causing it by refusing to ask my father for assistance, as a good girl should.

I sat by the garden bench, reading my book until I didn’t notice that Natasha came back with a furious look on her face. I took off my sunglasses and looked at her – I knew she couldn’t take this anymore.

“You’ve been ignoring me lately and I hate it,” she stated breathlessly as if she ran a mile. “I hate whatever you’re doing to me, Y/n. You’re hurting me.”

I felt my lips trembling and tried to turn my gaze away from her, but it didn't work. I've never seen her so enraged, and it truly hurts me on the inside. I needed to tell her, but nothing came out of my mouth. It's like a circus, I keep making her go round and round until she tires - and she appears to be tired of me.

“I-I’m sorry–”

"You can't keep doing this to me!" she screams as she rubs the back of her neck. Clearly, I could tell she was in pain. I stood up and tried to walk away from her, but she was following from behind. “Talk to me, Y/n! What’s going on? Turn around and look at me!”

“If I do that, I will hurt you.”

“Can’t you see what you’re doing to me? You’re making me fucking crazy here,” I felt her hand grab my wrist as she turned me around, her nose flaring with despair and a mix of anger. I looked down at my feet, but I was forced to look at her with a tight grip on my wrist. “Ever since you had your period, you were becoming distant. Is this how you show me that you no longer love me anymore?”

“I think it’s better if we talk this far away from here, Nat–”

“They’re gone, it’s just the two of us here,” we both stared right at each other, and I felt my heart beating fast. I wanted to touch her face and tell her it was all my fault, but I was so scared to do so. I looked away from her eyes but felt her hand on my cheek as she turned my gaze back to her. I watched her eyes turn darker green, and her breathing was starting to tremble just as much as mine.

“You have to tell me what’s going on or I won’t talk to you for a while.”

“Good, maybe we should keep it that way then.” I tried to walk away, but her hand tightened on my wrist, and I winced in pain. “Let me go!”

“No, not until you fucking tell me what I have done so I can solve this.”

“There’s nothing to solve here!” I tried my hardest to break free of her, but I was too frail. I didn't want to hurt the baby I was carrying, so I remained where I was. "If you want to break up with me, that's fine," I whimpered. “But just let me go.”

“Just like that, huh? You want to break up with me like that? We aren’t kids anymore, Y/n. We’re fucking adults.”

I firmly bit my lower lip, almost as if I were drawing blood on it, and remarked, "Except that maybe I'm the kid here.” she looks at me with bewildered eyes, and I looked away from them. “Please, just let me go.”

She shakes her head as she tries to cup my face, but I slap her hands away. “You’re hurting me!”

“I can’t tell you, it’ll ruin everything…”

She cries out, "Just talk to me; I need to know if you're okay so that I can go to sleep.”

“Natasha, just stay away–”

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n! I’ll stay until you’ve hurt me enough, I won’t walk away like you are doing right now. So fucking tell me and I’ll–”

“I’m pregnant with your fucking child!”

I’d never felt so much silence in my life until this happened. I covered my mouth as I felt my hand shaking in fear, and she looked at me with those wide eyes that I’d never seen before. I don’t know whether she was angry or not, but I couldn’t bear any of it. I was the evil person here, I let this happen between us. And I was prepared for the outcome of this situation, but her looking at me like that was something that I wasn’t prepared for.

“I’m having your kid,” I murmured, wiping the tears in my eyes with the back of my hand. “A-And I don’t know how to solve this.”

Therefore, hurt me with your venomous words right away so that I bleed to death. You and I both understand that I earned every last bit of it by keeping it hidden from you, but I was at my breaking point with this pain between us. I knew that you had to know, and for that, I felt selfless for once.

Natasha gazed at my stomach, then back to me. I don’t know whether she was thrilled by this or not, since I couldn’t tell from her face, but I knew I had to break up with her at this moment. Before I could utter a word, I hear her whisper: “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded, my mouth trembling with agony. “I am, and it’s your baby.”

“I-I thought we used protection–”

“We didn’t.”

She looked away from me for a full minute as she used her thumb and index finger to rub her forehead. She turned around with a loud sigh coming out of her mouth and asked, “Were you on contraceptives?”

I shook my head in defeat.

“No, I wasn’t. And I’m sorry that–”

“It’s not your fault,” she walks towards me and touches my stomach with her hand feverishly, her eyes fluttering close. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“B-But–”

I was shocked when she kneeled on the ground with her hands holding on the back of my lower waist, bringing her lips closer to my covered stomach. She softly kisses it and looks up at me with those blissful eyes that I’ve seen before. I closed my mouth tight and let her kiss my stomach until I stopped crying in pain.

"We're having a baby together," she whispered with joy as she brought herself up and kissed my dry lips, pulling me closer to her body. Since I hadn't anticipated this response from her, my throat tightened, and for once it felt good. “We’re having a child together, sweetheart.”

“You need to listen to me, Tash,” I brought our faces together and kissed her lips for one last time before I could even say it – because I knew it would crush her. “Listen to me, okay?”

“Is it because your father will find out?” she asked, shaking her head. “Kotenok, he doesn’t have to know about this.”

“It’s not even about that.”

Who could’ve thought that the bliss will be over once I will tell her my real plan for this child in me? Not even god himself could answer that.

“Tasha, I’m aborting this baby.”

She removes her hands away from my body as she looks at me in the eyes sorrowfully. I didn’t know how else to tell her the news, but I knew that I was going to hurt her with this information and I’d prepared myself for the worse. She takes a step back and shakes her head, as if not believing what I’ve said.

“First, you tell me that we’re having this baby together, and now you’re telling me you want to get rid of it?”

“The word rid sounds dirty, Natasha.”

“Because it is!” she exclaims quietly and looks around. I could feel myself crying again, I hated seeing this version of her. “Y-You didn’t even consult me at first! Do you not want this child together?”

It's not that I've ever wanted to have kids with her. I knew I wasn't prepared for this kind of position at this point in my life, despite the fact that it sounded like heaven to me. I took a deep breath in and licked my lips before slowly nodding.

She chuckled with pure anger.

“You’re so selfish.”

“Natasha.”

“You’re so fucking selfish right now, you know that right?” she scoffs and puts one hand on her waist. “You didn’t fucking talk about this with me, what gives you the right to take away our baby?!”

“Because it’s my body, Natasha!" I shouted as I moved closer to her until our noses were in contact. "I have school and a future, and I need to do them first before I have this child," I exclaimed. “I know it hurts, believe me, it hurts for me too, but I can’t…”

“You can’t what?” she sounded too frail and worn out, and I couldn't help but cry.

You’re just scared.

“I can’t ruin my future plans.”

I fell to my knees as I watched Natasha walk away from me. How could something so exquisite and lovely be thrown away because of me? Although I was aware that I was being selfish, I also understood that, despite my best efforts, I was unable to care for our infant. I get a sharp pain in my chest that gets worse as she walks away. Even though I desperately wanted her to turn around and assure me that everything would be alright, I knew it wouldn't.

Does my story end here now?

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