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peachesofteal · 6 months

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Simple Math / Part Two

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ no smut but this fic contains mature themes. Medical inaccuracies, hospitals, medical procedures, medications, blood and injury, nurse!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, feelings of fear, anxiety. Panic attack. Implied past abuse. Implied stalking. Deep breath.

There is blood in Johnny's eyes.

He comes to with a start, Price’s voice barking out an order, pressure and flame and blood all washing over him, pain erupting across every receptor in his brain like he’s being shredded alive.

“Bloody hell, hold him steady.”

It’s still Price, roaring over the chop-chop-chop of the helicopter blades, bloodied hands trying to keep pressure on the hole in his stomach, his side.

It burns. Everything burns, his body feels like it’s on fire, bones turning to ash inside his skin, chest being torn apart by some invisible force. He can’t get enough air. There is something shoved inside his ribs, something heavy that’s weighing his lungs down, keeping him underwater, cinderblocks tied to his feet.

He tries to move, but he can’t.

Gaz is strapping him down to a stretcher, he thinks, and when he ratchets a strap across his legs, Johnny screams in agony.

“’m sorry mate, I’m sorry.”

Where is Simon? There are faces here, but none of them are the one he needs. His LT. “W-where is Si?” He slurs, and Price frowns, leaning back over his face, calling his name.

“Johnny, Johnny. Hold still. You’re on a medevac. We’re lifting you to base.”

“Si-“

“Simon isn’t here, remember? Johnny, oi. Keep your eyes open, Sergeant.” Remember? Does he remember? He tries. Tries to place his partner’s face amongst the rubble, the blast, the screaming.

Where is Simon?

Your coffee maker sputters to life in the silence of your apartment, churning out the dark, thick, life-giving liquid, and you can’t beat back the glare that fixes your face upwards towards your neighbors, the ones who are running a marathon in their apartment at three in the afternoon.

Seriously. Is there a herd of elephants up there?

You can’t be too disappointed in them, you know. It is normal working hours. Normal daytime hours. You don’t expect your neighbors to accommodate or understand your schedule. Still, it would be nice if they were just a bit more considerate.

It’s not the end of the world, regardless. You're up now, already started your day, crawled out of bed and opened the blackout curtains to stand in the afternoon sunlight that streams through your studio apartment. You flick open your laptop as sip your morning coffee, logging into your banking app with quick efficiency, eyes roving over lists of numbers, figures adding and subtracting in your head. You’re so close to being able to move forward with the plan, the light at the end of the tunnel growing stronger and stronger, glowing bright with hope, something that once felt so impossible, so far away. You're going to make it.

It’s a hike to the train.

You’re fortunate that you only have to take one, no longer having to change once, or twice, in the middle of your commute like you used to, but now you’re walking at least twelve blocks to get there, each way.

It makes you feel very exposed.

You keep your headphones in, hood of your jacket over your head, and move within throngs of people during the trek, keeping your eyes focused on the sidewalk ahead, posture tilted just enough that you can watch the ground but still see in your peripheral. You don’t relax until you make it onto the platform, and even then, your head is on a swivel as you wait for the train to arrive, and you can melt into the mix of others. Seen, but not noticed.

Old habits die hard.

You swipe your card to proceed through the turnstile, cool metal sliding against your hands when you push forward onto the platform, settling against a pylon as you wait, flicking through the news with half interest.

The hair on the back of your neck rises.

Someone is watching you.

Your skin goes cold, ice beneath your jacket, and your lungs stutter with short breaths. Logically, you know you’re wrong. The faces that wait alongside you are not focused on anything but themselves, too busy staring at their own devices, tablets, readers, phones. A woman fidgets with a stroller, a man wearing headphones spits some corporate nonsense out loud, obnoxiously. You’ve already looked them over, too many times. He’s not here.

You lean against the tile, rocking your back into the grimy wall, fingers clutching against the edge of your phone. He’s not here. You’re safe. The dark of the tunnel mocks you, laughs with his voice, its circular opening growing teeth like his, ready to devour you, drag you back to hell, swallow you whole and keep you there.

He's not here. You’re safe. He doesn’t know where you are. Deep breath.

You breathe the words deep, counting the time of your inhales and exhales until the brakes of the train are squeaking and squealing to a stop, doors opening with a hiss. Everyone moves in tandem, an amoeba inching towards the same goal, get off, get on, and you go with it, pressing inside and shuffling towards the back, angling your body outwards, molded into a corner so tight your shoulders touch the walls of the train.

Deep breath.

“Hey, you’re early!” The nurse you’re relieving smiles brightly at you, blonde hair pulled high in a scrunchie, stickers all over her badge and ID.

“Yeah, wanted to get caught up on some admin stuff but I’ve got it, if you want to…” you motion with your head, the universal signal of ‘if you want to leave’ without saying it out loud, lest you jinx it, and the place goes to chaos in the next five minutes. She nods eagerly, launching into a run-down of your beds, who’s stable, who’s sedated, who’s still on a vent. “-and two sixty-eight is about to come down from the PACU.” Your stomach clenches with anxiety, and you check your watch.

“They took him when I left this morning…”

“Yeah, I guess there was a complication. Had to re-open his chest, put in a new tube. Poor guy, he’s battered all to shit. Did you see the scans of his femur? It’s literally in pieces.” She sighs. “His partner is in the surgical waiting room, told him the next shift nurse would come find him when he could come back to the room.” Your anxiety heightens, and an alarm bell goes off in the back of your mind as you think about Simon, pacing back and forth upstairs, and Johnny, alone in the PACU, probably coming out sedation, terrified. What is wrong with you?

“I hear those guys are like black ops or something.” Nia, the nurse who’s worked the last three rotations with you, comments over your shoulder as she drops her bag in the pit. You raise an eyebrow skeptically. Black ops? You shiver. “They air-lifted him from a military base that’s doesn’t even exist on a map. Cass and I checked.”

“Really?” The dayshifter perks up, interested, and you hold your hands out in caution.

“Okay, okay. Let’s not speculate.” You tap your number into the tablet, reading through charts and noting updates. A little green circle with an arrow through it blinks next to Johnny’s, signifying that he’s about to be moved. “Besides, he’s been through hell. Clearly. Let’s have a little, ya know. Respect?” They all cluck, rolling their eyes and groaning, but they shut up, and Nia gives you a little grin. You might not be the charge nurse, but you were the perma-night shifter on this floor, and the one with the most seniority in this moment.

“Alright, well. You got this?” Dayshift asks, and you wave her off.

“Goodnight.”

“You’re the best. Bye ladies!”

Simon is easy to find. He’s wearing the exact same clothes from yesterday, black cloth mask still covering half his face, hoodie pulled up over his head. He looks less exhausted, but no less anxious, dark circles still present under his eyes, body language tense. He looks… scared.

He spots you just as easily, shooting to his feet when he sees you coming, hands clenched together in anticipation, and you motion to the chair, placing yourself next to him, turning slightly to ensure you’re giving him your undivided attention.

He shifts in the seat, legs spreading out against the stiff frame, and his knee bumps yours, warmth radiating beneath denim bleeding into your scrubs. If he notices or cares about the contact, he doesn't say anything, only blinks at you in anticipation. His head tilts before you start speaking, and your skin heats when you realize he’s looking you over, eyes tracing you from head to toe before pinning you in place with a focused scrutiny.

“Has anyone come to speak with you?” You ask, silently hoping that the surgeon actually did the last part of his job, and didn’t neglect the family member in waiting room, the one who’s holding their breath as every second ticks by.

Simon nods. “They said there was a complication with his lungs?”

“They had to plate his ribs. It will give the bleed in his chest a better chance at healing, help keep him stable. They also replaced his chest tube.” His brow furrows, and you pause. Maybe visualization will help. “Do you want to see?” You tap on the tablet, bringing up Johnny’s last imaging, scrolling through the pictures to show Simon what it looks like, pointing out the before and after CT of his chest, explaining the white vs grey spaces on the image. Simon studies it, taking the tablet in his hand, fingers tracing over the screen reverently, carefully, like he's touching Johnny himself. An ocean’s worth of emotions reflects in his gaze, despair, sadness, grief- all sitting just on the edge, nearly ready to spill over. Your heart skips a beat.

“Can I see him?”

“He’s coming down from the post-surgery unit now. I’ll have to get him resettled in his room, but I promise as soon as I can, I’ll come get you.” He twitches in the chair, rubbing the back of his neck before he huffs out something that sounds like ‘okay’, and you give him one more small smile with your ‘see you soon’.

Johnny is conscious when he comes up from the PACU, barely. His vitals look good, temperature, blood pressure, heart rate all in target ranges, and he’s due for another round of pain medication.

"Hey, Johnny." You smile down at him, sliding the lock on his bed in place and reattaching his leads carefully, gentle enough so you don't jostle him too much.

"Hi, pretty girl." He slurs, and you chuckle, instinctively rolling your eyes before patting his good hand.

“Came out of sedation fine, but he’s been a bit emotional.” The PACU nurse warns you, eyes soft with sympathy when she glances at him in the bed. “He’s asking for his partner, I think. Simon?”

“Yeah. I’ll take care of it.” You scan the post op notes, hitting all the important things, logging his last vitals check so you can administer his meds. The incision in his chest has been reopened, and then closed, and his lower body is completely immobilized in the bed, his hip pinned, femur delicately pieced back together with a plethora of plates and screws, so many you think it’s probably more metal than bone now. “How are you feeling?" You ask, heart tugging a bit at the hopelessness in his eyes. “Ready to get some more sleep?” He groans a response, words jumbled together and cracking into a sob that has tears trickling down his cheeks.

“Si..”

“He’s not back yet.” You try to explain gently, grabbing an extra blanket to put over the scaffolding around his leg. “Once I get you settled, we’ll bring him up, okay?”

“H-hurts.” He cries, vibrant blue eyes finding yours, scared, and desperate. “It h-hurts.” He’s openly crying now, shoulders starting to shake, and the monitor chimes at you, registering an increase in heart rate and blood pressure.

“I know. I know it does.” You clean his port, tracking the uptick in numbers on the screen. “Hey, hey. Shhh, it’s okay.” You try to calm him as you flush the line, pushing the saline from the side of the bed. “You’re alright. We’re almost,” You administer the medication easily, counting in your head, replacing it with another saline before reattaching his fluids line, all of the motions so second nature that it allows you keep your focus on him. “there.”

You expect him to calm down. Most patients do, but his heart rate continues to tick upwards, and his respirations don’t decrease, lungs heaving against the fresh sutures in his chest. His hand, the good one, skates across your elbow and down your forearm to grab a hold of you, fingers gripped onto yours tightly, like he’s afraid you might let go.

“It’s alright, Johnny. You’re okay.” His eyes don’t leave your face, his own jaw slack, pain meds coursing through his system. He's frightened, big blue eyes wide and anxious, and you squeeze his hand, stroking your thumb across his knuckles. “Deep breath.” You see patients upset, in pain, all the time. It’s an everyday part of your job. Even the hand holding is a necessary, frequent part of your profession.

But with Johnny, something feels different.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, just try to relax. Take some long breaths- good. That’s good.” You soothe him, rubbing soft touches into his skin. His head is turned to where you’re standing next to the bed, chest still heaving, and he winces with each exhale. “It’s just the last of the sedation, it can make you a little out of sorts. The pain meds are going to kick in real soon.” You reach over, and press the call button, twice. You can feel the pressure, the burn of his attention, his unwillingness to look away from you, and you hum out the softest words you can find, encouraging him to take calm, deep breaths.

When Nia appears, she frowns. “Everything alright?”

“Hey, yes. Could you do us a favor and go up to the surgical waiting room? Johnny’s partner Simon, is waiting to be told he can come down.” She looks from you to him, reading the situation just as you would if the roles were reversed.

“Got it.” She makes her exit, fast, and Johnny gulps, still staring up at you with bright, wet, blue eyes.

“See? She’s going to get him. Everything’s alright.” He nods, barely, starting to succumb to the medication, and you exhale, letting out some of the tension from the last few minutes.

Simon comes through the door in a whirlwind, and you immediately raise your free hand, palm out, to slow his hurried panic.

“He’s okay.” You point to where Johnny is still clutching onto you. “He was still in a fair amount of pain when he came down, and coming out of sedation can be disorientating. I think he panicked a little when he realized you weren’t here.” He nods silently, taking his place bedside, towering over both you and Johnny, leaning past you to brush his lips against Johnny's forehead in a sweet, smooth kiss.

"I'm here, sweet boy." He murmurs, voice so low you barely catch it. You step back, pulling your grasp from Johnny's, but he tightens his fingers, grip stronger than you anticipated, and you stop mid step, glancing to his partner. “I got him.” Simon reaches for where the two of you are connected, sliding his own hand overtop yours, replacing the contact before holding Johnny's hand whole. He’s so careful, lowering himself into the chair, carefully holding onto Johnny until he’s seated, bringing his palm to his mask covered lips. “I’ve got you.”

“Si.”

“I’m here Johnny. Rest.”

“Ye weren’t there.” He croaks, and Simon’s eyes shutter with a long inhale.

“I know.”

“Ah needed-“ He loses the words, dazed in a swirl of semi-consciousness. “was scared.” Simon strokes some of the hair that’s in disarray away from his forehead, smoothing his thumb back and forth above his eyebrow.

“Shhh, everything’s alright now. I’m here.”

The chair in supply closet 2b knows you well. It’s an old thing, something pulled from a patient room once it was deemed too squeaky, and too uncomfortable, shoved in here to be discarded at some point in the future.

That was months ago.

Now, it sits in a dark little corner, plastic packages of disposable PPE and gowns littered on top of it in a heap, excess supply with no place to live. Everyone takes turns in it, shifting whatever it happens to be holding that day onto the ground and settling in for what some could call a break, brief moments that could last seconds or minutes, quick opportunities to get off your feet and most importantly, not have to speak or be spoken to, for an indeterminate amount of time.

This is usually where you hide when you need a second. When there’s a lull, and the pit is full of nurses, techs, students or whoever else may have downtime, talking and laughing together, building relationships, getting to know one another. Making friends. It's a small luxury at work, to have that time, those friendships.

Luxuries someone who wants to be seen, but not noticed, not known, does not have.

You close your eyes, head tipped back against the chair.

It’s okay to be alone. You can do this. Deep breath.

Your mind floats to two sixty-eight, to Simon and Johnny. What is it like, to be loved like that? To be so fiercely cared for? Johnny’s teary, blue eyes and Simon’s soft, loving regard for him makes your stomach flip. You didn’t even know love like that was real. The only taste of love you’ve ever had left ash in your mouth, poison in your veins, and deep, deep scars across your body and soul that you’ll never be free of.

Deep breath.

Your work phone and the tablet both start to beep, a shrill noise that makes you wince, muscle memory of what it indicates making you leap from the chair.

The screen shows a red flashing symbol next to room two sixty-eight.

Johnny.

“He’s tachycardic.” You tell the tech who’s fumbling with the phone, firing off a rapid text message to the on-call for this floor. You hold Johnny’s forehead still with the heel of your hand, using a finger to flick open his eyelids one by one, flashing the pen light across his pupils. “Pupils are dilated, BP is elevated- no call him- call him right now. Do what I said, I don’t care what he told you.” You bark, glancing up at where Simon is frozen across the bed from you, grip so tight against the rail that you think it might break.

“Simon-“ He cuts you off, but you’re half paying attention to him, too busy checking the site of Johnny’s chest tube, and then moving onto the dressing on his lower abdomen, ensuring it doesn’t feel scalding to the touch.

“He was fine. He was just… sleepin' and then-“ You move around the bed, pulling the oxygen tube longer, replacing the cannula with a mask.

“Simon, I need you to step out.” You press two buttons on the machine, ensuring it’s on high flow, door sliding open with Nia’s arrival.

“No.” His refusal is steadfast.

“Simon, hey.” He lurches closer to Johnny, and on instinct, you reach out and grab his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes are wild, bleak with anguish, and his chest heaves heavily, panic radiating from his massive form. “Listen to me, listen. I’m here. I’ve got him, alright? But there are about to be five other people in this room, and we can’t work if you’re in the way.” You speak firmly, clearly, trying to get your point across as the door opens again, and the on-call attending is standing on the other side. Simon glances from him, back to you, and you nod reassuringly, swallowing the lump in your throat that forms when he latches onto your own arm, squeezing it tight. “He’s in good hands.” You tell him, nodding to the tech that’s waiting to usher him towards the hallway.

He keeps his eyes trained on Johnny, before they flick over to where you’re lowering the bed completely flat, free hand on his bicep, thumb rubbing a small semi-circle into his skin, just like you watched Simon do last night, and earlier today. He swallows, endless depths of desperation welling in his eyes, and you take a deep breath, imbuing your voice with all the strength you have.

“I’ve got him. I promise.”

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laracrofted · 11 months

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supernova

synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.

pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)

notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖

much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me

“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”

"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.

Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.

Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.

"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."

You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.

You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.

Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?

And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.

You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”

Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."

You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.

You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.

Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard.

"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."

Fire away and all that.

His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."

"Together? Or separate?"

His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."

“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.

“Hmmm…”

An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.

You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.

Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.

Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.

“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."

Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.

Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room.

"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"

"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"

You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.

You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"So..."

Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.

She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.

"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."

"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."

Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."

Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.

You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.

"What about...?"

What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.

She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.

A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

Her bottom lip drags against it.

You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.

"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."

She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.

And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.

"Come on. Let me hear you."

A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.

He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.

"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."

Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair.

She looks like a goddess.

"You want him here, don't you, angel?"

She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.

"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."

He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.

A long breath releases from your mouth.

You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.

“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."

His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.

He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.

He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.

You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.

You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.

Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.

"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."

He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."

A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"

"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.

You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.

He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.

You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.

You're still not sure Bob believes you.

Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.

She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.

Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.

"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."

She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.

His moan makes you even wetter.

You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.

His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.

Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."

You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.

You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?

Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.

Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.

But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.

You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.

(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)

You knew Phoenix was good in bed.

You had a feeling about Bob.

Together?

You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.

Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.

She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.

You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.

He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.

"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."

"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."

He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."

You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"

He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.

You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.

She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.

"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"

God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.

You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.

You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.

You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –

"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."

God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.

You kind of hate her for it right now.

(You really don't.)

You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.

An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.

He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.

"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."

"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"

You are a little out of breath but no less certain.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.

You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.

"Can I..."

You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.

"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.

"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"

You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.

You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."

"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."

"Fuck," Bob breathes again.

You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.

A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.

You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.

Fuck is right.

"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."

You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.

Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.

You could stay here for hours between them. You would.

She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.

She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.

He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.

You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.

Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.

Holy shit maybe.

We should definitely do that again even.

But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.

"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."

You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.

Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.

She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.

Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.

Sleep pulls you under soon after.

Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.

note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.

#bob floyd fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd smut #bob floyd smut #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace smut #natasha trace fic #bob floyd x reader x natasha trace #laracrofted writes #bob fucks #fic: bob floyd #fic: natasha trace

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unoislazy · 6 months

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Question, What Question? (Part 2)

Hiccup Haddock x Reader

Summary: You and Hiccup go out to figure out where that smokes coming from. You decide to return back to Berk to tell Stoick what you saw. However, Stoick had other plans in mind.

No warnings

Just fairly short.

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You and Hiccup neared the large plume of smoke, both having no idea what it could be, and your concern growing. Once you had neared the fire, you saw what looked to be a broken up fort with large pieces of ice staggered throughout it.

You stared at the massive amounts of damage and immediately went to turn around,

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” You said only for Hiccup to pop back up in front of you.

“Come on, let’s just check it out, what’s the worst that could-“

“Do not finish that sentence.” You warned, sending a glare his way. The last thing you needed right now was for him to jinx anything. Hiccup continued to stare at you pleadingly, not giving up on the topic before you sighed, finally agreeing to tag along as he went over to explore.

“What do you think could have done all this?” Hiccup asked, not taking his eyes off the teal ice structure before him.

“How would I know, you're the dragon guy.” You answered sarcastically to which Hiccup rolled his eyes and responded,

“Well… no Fishlegs would be the dragon guy. I’m more of a… dragon tamer.”

“Dragon guy, dragon tamer, dragon master, does any of that truly matter right now?”

“Yeah, Well the distinction is very important the dragon g-“ Before Hiccup could say anything else you had noticed trappers on deck of the dismantled fort below, aiming right at him.

“Hiccup, look out!” You shouted, trying to help block the netting that was sent his way, and instead you had gotten your own dragon caught. Your dragon was heading straight for the ground, and you could barely hang on as it was falling a lot faster than you were. You very quickly lost a hold of the leather pieces you used to steer it and you were sent flying into the air.

You screamed as you continued to plummet towards the ground but thankfully Toothless was able to catch you safely. You all quickly made your way down to the deck with the dragon trappers, attempting to run over to free your dragon, only to be stopped by the men who now surrounded you.

“Give me back my dragon!” You shouted, as a very muscular man walked over, gazing at your dragon with interest and a gloating smile. You weren’t gonna lie, he would’ve been a bit more attractive had he not just placed his entire foot on your dragon's face.

“Now what good would that do me?” He asked rhetorically, smirking as he finally looked towards you and Hiccup, realizing you were accompanied by a Night Fury.

“Well soil my britches, that there’s a Night Fury.” He stated, pointing his knife towards Toothless.

“Good job, you can see, now can I get my dragon back?” You asked, clearly not wanting to take no for an answer.

“Sorry love, no can do. Not after your friend from last night blew this place to bits. This dragon now belongs to Drago Bludvist.” The man claimed. You sneered at the mocking pet name he had given you, not even noticing the name he had mentioned.

“Drago who now? Does anything you say make sense?” Hiccup asked jokingly, gesturing dramatically with his arms and shoulders as he looked back at you.

“You think we did this? What kind of creature is even capable of this?” You asked, astonished that someone could even think to blame you for such a massive feat.

“Who even are you?” Hiccup asked, trying to figure out what was going on because at the moment you both were just an entire bundle of confusion and questions and this conversation was not helping.

“Where are my manners? I'm Eret, son of Eret.” He introduced, but you stopped paying attention to everything else he was saying as you watched his movements. You noticed as his eyes darted to somewhere just behind you, his hand pointing directly at you.

“Uh Hiccup… we might want to-“ you began to whisper to him,

“Way ahead of you.” He whispered back, backing up.

“You’re Eret, this is Toothless, and we’re leaving!” Hiccup said in a joking manner, hopping on Toothless, “Now!” He shouted, signaling Toothless to shoot a blast at the ice ledge just above the trappers, safely freeing your dragon whom you hopped on right away and rode off.

“What was that all about?” You asked, not really expecting an answer from Hiccup who seemed pretty lost in thought. You decided to just drop the conversation and let him think through whatever he was thinking about at that point.

You both made your way back to Berk, landing in front of the Forge with a multitude of people cheering that Hiccup had returned.

“Ah, the Pride of Berk!” Stoick cheered as he saw Hiccup, then he looked over and noticed that you were with him. His mind was clearly on a different topic than you two as he quickly asked,

“So… how did it go?”

You looked towards the man confused.

“How did what go?” You asked, there was no way he could’ve known about your encounter yet, and even if he did he would’ve known it didn’t go all that well.

“You know… the question? What did you say?” He asked jovially. One could almost compare him to a very intimidating red headed Santa Claus.

“What… question?” You asked, turning to Hiccup who seemed to just realize what Stoick was talking about.

“I- Dad, I haven’t asked it yet.” Hiccup butted in through a very clenched smile, he was clearly keeping something from you and it would be wrong to not want to know what it was at this point. You could make assumptions but most of the options you had in mind you didn’t want to jump to on the high chance you would just be getting your hopes up.

“Hiccup, if you’re going to be Chief you need to-“ Stoick began only to be cut off by Hiccup yet again.

“Dad, that’s not the focus here. I'm trying to tell you about something that happened. It’s really important.” He said, trying to deter his father from continuing the conversation.

“Well this is important too, son. If you’re to lead, you should lead with someone by your side.” Stoick laughed, pushing Hiccup into you in a very well meaning way. Hiccup was clearly very flustered by this conversation, but you were still a few steps behind.

“Dad I don’t think-“ Hiccup began only to be cut off by you,

“Is that… is your question what I think it is? Is that the question you were going to ask? You want me to-“ You began, only for Hiccup to cut you off instead.

“Listen, we can talk this out later… preferably with less people around. This is not how I wanted you to find out.” Hiccup sighed, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned, clearly stressed about the current situation. You stood still as Hiccup followed his dad into the forge, explaining what you both had encountered but you simply watched, unmoving, as if you were in a trance.

Was he going to ask…

To marry you???

#hiccup haddock x reader #httyd #hiccuphorrendoushaddockiii #hiccup how to train your dragon #hiccup and toothless #hiccup #hiccup x reader #hiccup haddock #httyd hiccup #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #httyd fandom #httyd 2 #unoislazy

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ppnuggiex · 2 months

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　　　　　　OCTATRIO x gn reader

　　　　『　azul ,, jade ,, floyd ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> taking interest in their mer form

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, vulnerability from jade and azul ,, floyd being a pain in the ass

　　— some headcannons and writing blurbs for octatrio <3 they mean sm to me . might make dating hcs of them but genderswapped ,, or like dating them but theyre girls yknow ? 😭 i stumbled across some oneshots of them as girls on ao3 and now im becoming addicted to fem azul 😿🙏 also made little divider things <3 i kinda like them but they wouldnt become transparent 🤬🤬 so theyre just white n stuff 😞😞 as always enjoy and feel free to request :D

| • getting azul to trust you enough to show his merform took quite a while ,, a lot of patience and reassurance but it was worth it in the end

| • long tentacle arms expanding and curling with himself ,, flexing suction cups and reaching afar to stretch

| • face tinted red ,, glasses covering his eyes as he glanced downwards ,, his lips turned out in a pout as you gazed at his form

| • he was so sure you'd be disgusted ,, tell him never to contact you ever again ,, leaving him there in shambles with his heart broken

| • yet it never happened ,, rather the opposite instead ,, your eyes wide with excitement but voice soft and calm as to not spook azul more than he already was

| • a small " may i ?" with your hands outstretched towards him ,, ready to examine him as much as he'd let you

| • he'd only nod slowly ,, arms curling within himself once again and eyes darting around all over to ensure no one was near to see the sight before him ,, or in case he needed a quick getaway

| • azul is quite touch starved and touch sensitive ,, not used to having someone's hands over him in any sort of form ,, other than in violent means

| • how gentle you treat him ,, as though he were to wither away under your touch ( which he did feel like doing )

| • everything down under his consent ,, and his supervision of course ,, your brain and curiosity end up satiated ,, pressing a small kiss to azul's cheek in thanks for this memory

| • treasuring every touch you can get ,, reassuring azul that he's quite a beauty rather or not he thinks so ,, and last but not least a thank you for allowing this ,, for letting him trust you this much and that you would never break said trust

cool to the touch yet smooth ,, your fingertips roamed over one of his appendages . azul sucked in a breath ,, eyes fixated on your fingers and awaiting for any depricating comments from your lips . though he never expected you to smile and whisper praises to him . " you're quite beautiful , azul ." it was small and short ,, yet it meant a lot to him . " i do absolutely adore the gradation from black to purple here ,, its quite lovely if i say so ." you murmured under your breath ,, eyes raking over his form as you played with the suction cups on the underside of his appendage .

your eyes glanced back up ,, meeting azul's as they took in every movement of yours . " thank you for this azul ." you whispered ,, hands leaving his tentacle to wrap around his neck as you coddled against him . " i understand how private this is for you ,, how important it is . i really appreciate this azul ,, i'm proud of how far you've gotten ." you whispered against him ,, eyes still holding his as tears welded up in his soft iridescent gaze . his arms slowly wrapped around you ,, chest heaving as he tried to keep his composure around you . yet the more you sung genuine praise ,, the more his heart clenched in his chest and the faster his tears started to roll down his face .

he allowed himself to bury his face in your neck ,, soft cries being blocked against your skin as your hand rubbed against his back ,, lips pressing kisses to his shoulder as you let him be vulnerable . " its okay azul ,, go ahead and let it out . i'm here for you ,, i promise ." you said ,, feeling his tentacles creep across your skin to wrap themselves around your torso . just this one moment ,, this shared memory of yours ,, he let his walls down and let you in ,, the vulnerability of his current state . your lips pressed another kiss to his shoulder ,, hearing his sobs start to die down as you rest your head against his shoulder .

| • its not often that hes surprised or caught off guard ,, like in this instance for example

| • he has caught your gaze before whenever he happened to be in his more natural form ,, how your eyes would eye him up and down

| • yet you never said a word about it once ,, keeping all your thoughts to yourself ,, all your secrets locked away

| • jade had gotten curious himself ,, curious of what you thought of him in this state ,, though he was never self conscious about it once

| • it didnt bother him whether or not you liked his natural state more than his more humane one ,, it wasnt of his concern to know or need that information

| • and it surely settled that way in his mind ,, at least until he got closer to you until eventually you both ended up together in a relationship

| • he couldnt contain the thoughts clouding his mind ,, it was near impossible to put a lid on them ,, as they would come back in a mere few hours to haunt him again

| • so when you asked to see his merform ,, he was quite ecstatic ,, caught offguard yet it wasnt an ask he would refuse

| • with the two of you in one of octavinelle's pools ,, alone together with jade in the water floating about ,, you on floor of the room with wide eyes and a smile ,, jade contemplated the emotions he felt

| • somewhat vulnerable ,, yet not in a bad way he supposed ,, watching as your eyes gazed all about him before you asked if you could touch him

| • his heart may have fluttered at that ,, but he wouldnt allow you to know that ,, eyes lidded as he swam closer to the edge of the pool and letting you feed your curiosity

your hands reached out to the finals where his ears wear ,, stroking one softly with your thumb as jade laid his head in your lap . " enjoying yourself pearl ?" his sultry voice asked ,, mismatched eyes gazing into your own as he allowed you to fuel your curiosity . " yes ,," was all you could muster out ,, allowing your hands to trail over his scales coating his neck ,, collarbone and dragging down his arms . he was muscular ,, though not as much as jack was . you could still feel the flesh as your fingertips glided alongside his upper arms ,, digging in gently before moving on .

jade could feel his heart pick up pace slightly ,, eyes widening slightly as your eyes shined ,, enthralled and mesmerized by his luxurious scales . you didnt notice ,, too busy being entranced at the gradation of his scales ,, eyes glazing over little nicks and scars he's gotten over the years .

| • similar to jade ,, hes been in his more natural state around you ,, noticing your staring and has teased you for it before

| • he'll call you out on how rude it is to stare before grabbing you off the ground and dragging you into the pool with a loud giggle

| • " shrimpy's so silly ! if you wanna look or touch ya just gotta ask small fry ,," he'll remark as he rubs his cheek against yours with his long body coiling around you

| • even then it takes you a while to finally ask ,, a gentle night at the beach during sprink break having mustered up enough courage to ask

| • floyd didnt mind ,, enjoying your flustered state as he allowed you to rub your hands on his scales

| • who knows he may try to get you to itch a spot for him that he cant reach ,, or splash water onto your face with his tail

| • he'll laugh as you grumble about ,, trying to wipe the water away only to be met with even more water ,, this time using his hands instead of his tail

| • when joining him in the water you have to be careful of what you do ,, after all if you do try to run from his grip he'll only take it as indication that you wanna play chase

| • like a snake he'll slither within the water ,, hands reaching out to grab at you and pull you close to him

| • on days he happens to be more chill for the time being he lets you gaze all over ,, not bothering to call you out on your obsessive staring

| • its moments like these that you can observe floyd in his beauty ,, rather than trying to escape it

" floyd !" you grumbled as he splashed water at your face ,, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut . " for five seconds can you not splash me ?" you asked. he could only shrug ,, dorky smile on his face . " shouldn't have been starin' ,," is all he'll say ,, waiting for you to open your eyes only to splash you again . at that moment ,, you didnt care anymore and lunged forward at him ,, arms wrapping around his neck as you tried to splash water into his face as payback .

unfortunately for you ,, he'd already dived underwater and dragged you along with him without warning . when you let go and resurface ,, he's at the other end of pool laughing at your flailing arms . " for one minute can i admire you ?!" you huffed ,, glaring over in his general direction as you swam towards the ledge of the pool . it doesn't take long until hes coming up right behind you ,, grabbing at your waist and bringing you back to him . " all you had to do was ask shrimpy ." he'll say as he floats along his back ,, you ontop of him and in his arms as he lets you look him over with adoration in your eyes .

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #🌊.octavinelle #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #floyd x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #🌊.jade #🌊.floyd #🌊.azul

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 5 months

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Warnings: I mean... Negan is a warning lol "Can I ask you something?" Negan's voice cut through the quiet of the forest.

"No," you said over your shoulder, stepping over a fallen log. He only chuckled and you knew he wouldn't be deterred.

"That was rhetorical," he said, swinging the crowbar up to perch it on his shoulder, much in the same way he used to carry Lucille.

"I know," you said again, trying hard to keep your tone bored and uninterested. Negan proceeded anyway.

"How come you haven't gotten together with anyone? I mean, shit, it seems like you'd have your pick of anyone from any of the communities. But you're always alone."

"Maybe I like being alone," you replied, bending to examine a scuff in the damp earth. "Maybe being with someone, caring that much seems like a good way to get killed or get your heart ripped out. Maybe I just haven't found what I'm looking for yet. Maybe it's all three." You stood again and looked ahead into the trees. Negan stepped softly around you and blocked your view, a curious look on his face.

"How 'bout now?" he asked with a smirk. "See anything you like? Anything appealing enter your field of view?"

You rolled your eyes and cocked your head, your hand landing on your hip. Negan laughed harder.

"On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to kill me right now for that?"

You pursed your lips and considered him for a moment. "I'm hovering somewhere in the high thirties."

He chuckled again and stepped out of the way, hand up in a sign of surrender. He fell behind you again. "Just for the record, if you were so inclined, I'd like to register my interest."

An electric jolt zipped up your back. You tried your best to ignore it. "Register your interest? What the fuck do I look like, a local ballot box?"

Negan laughed again and it rumbled up from deep in his chest. "Alright... should I clue you in on what the first draft was in my head?"

"No, I—"

"I think you are fucking damn fine and a complete badass and if I had my way we would have already knocked boots months ago, more times than you can count. You're—"

"Negan!" you snapped at him. Your face was burning furiously. "Jesus fucking Christ! If you keep going, you won't need to ask me how close I am to killing you! I'm loosening my knife!"

He bit his bottom lip, stifling another laugh and tried to concede, but he definitely felt something, and he would be willing to bet you did too.

Prompt: "On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to kill me right now?" / "I'm hovering somewhere in the high thirties."

#negan x reader #negan smith #flirty!negan #negan x y/y #negan fluff #negan drabbles #twd #the walking dead

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yesihaveaobsession · 14 days

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One on One

Alastor x hunter(ess) reader

Summary: You and Alastor Spar :D

You were a very well-known hunter on Earth; your defense is what made you well-known. But apparently, you weren't so smart and went on a Werewolf hunt by yourself. You honestly thought it wouldn't be that bad, but the gash on your side said otherwise. Left alone to die, that's how you ended up in hell. From your time spent in hell, you heard of the Hazbin Hotel and the message it was trying to convey, and frankly, you believed in it. So, you stayed and became close friends with the fellow Sinners.

One more important figure was Alastor, The Radio Demon. He adored your fighting style and liked the idea that you were sweet but could tear a poor sinner's body in half with a blink of an eye. You had told him what you were on Earth, but since he died in the thirties, he had no idea that there were people who actually hunted demons and other beings like himself. However, he didn't fear you; no, he found it quite interesting, hence being close with him.

You two always teased each other, and you always flirted, but surprisingly he didn't seem to care. Usually, he would, but he knew you didn't really mean it, and he knew it was all a part of the teasing. You teased him about his fighting style, and just to get under your skin, he did the same, even though he adored it.

But on this day specifically, he wanted to put your fighting skills to the test, to see what your weaknesses were and what you were good at. You heard from the grapevine (Charlie) that Alastor wanted to see you. You were sent to his room, and he stood there with his usual smile. The fireplace was lit, making the room dim.

"Ah, splendid of you to join me, my dear," Alastor greeted with a head tilt. You saw something in his eyes that told you the deer demon was up to something, and you also knew he wasn't going to tell you. Alastor stepped forward to meet you in the center of the room. "Today, we shall focus on agility and precision. But before we delve into the specifics, let's warm up a bit, shall we?"

You snorted, "You're going to spar in that?" gesturing to his suit. He let out a laugh. Alastor then showed various techniques and maneuvers. His movements were lightning-fast yet precise, showcasing his mastery of combat. You easily blocked and dodged his attacks with such ease.

"Now, my dear, it's your turn," Alastor said, gesturing to you. You then threw some punches and kicks in which he too easily dodged and blocked. Once you had enough because you could barely get in any hits, you managed to kneel down and flip him over your shoulder; luckily there was a mat there in which he landed with a grunt. You shot him a triumphantly smile which soon ended when he swept your leg, sending you flying to the ground onto the mat.

You managed to roll backward and land right back onto your knee, which was a lot easier for you to regain your composure. The atmosphere in the room became charged with energy. The sound of fists meeting fists and feet hitting the mat filled the air as the two of you sparred, each exchange pushing you to your limits.

"Come on now, dear, you have to do better than that."

Alastor then left you no room to defend yourself, so you took him by surprise when you swept his leg and managed to get on top of him and pin him down, smiling proudly.

"Bet that, deer man," you smirked. Alastor's and your faces were mere inches apart; you pressed your advantage, pinning him to the ground. Your charade came to an end before you could revel in your victory; Alastor swiftly flipped your positions, effortlessly trapping you beneath him.

"BITCH!" you shouted.

"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?" he purred, a devilish glint in his crimson eyes.

Now Alastor has noticed that you seem to use your surroundings when it came to fighting; there's a candle near you, you're using it. A stick, you're using it. But since this was all hands and legs, he's found your weakness. He watched you struggle to get him off you; he was much taller than you, his body practically covered yours as he hovered over you. But after a short while, you knocked his arm to his elbow and swept your leg to make more legroom for you to squeeze your body through, making it easier for you to bump him and get on top of him again.

You pinned his arms above his head, trying to catch your breath after all the effort you had just put in to get to that spot.

"Not bad, dear, not bad."

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #i have an obsession

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 9)

Tw: monty being a fuckin creep, vomiting, the girls are fightingggg, so blood and violence, yves being a dick and elitist, using the word queer in a derogatory manner

DAMN i was expecting the votes to be like to go to the uni cause Yves is hottest choice rn

anyways if u guys read the original series where Monty was from, u would know he's like a sub but his behavior depends on the reader, he's actually a switch

tanks for reading, pls send in anon asks, reblog or comments i love 2 hear yalls thoughts and it keeps me going PLSPLSPLS I AM DESPERATEEE

Part 10

The mall it is. You've been visiting the university too much to escape your home and to take your dreaded exams, despite having air conditioning, you're going to feel miserable there. You barely have friends in the university aside from Yves. A change of scenery would be nice, to note down the things you wanted for yourself.

You tried to decide how you feel about Yves. The urge to run away from him and hide is there, but it's not as strong anymore. Because he already saw it all. The mold, your room, your tears, your puke... you can't possibly embarrass yourself again to that degree, right? The worst should be over.

And, he did say it himself; he is interested in you too. So... it should be safe to proceed with this weird relationship. You think. He's already doing way more than what a lover typically does, let alone someone who you barely went on a first date with.

You shouldn't be afraid of bumping into him. He's not going to bite your head off, you hope.

And speak of the devil, you received a text from him.

"(Name), this is Yves. I hope you slept well. Please reply to me as soon as you wake up."

You bit the inside of your cheek, you held onto your bag tightly as the bus drove over a hump.

It's not like he could see that you read it. You don't know what he is going to say next, once you respond.

But it's rude to just leave him hanging like that. He's probably going to find out you're ignoring him anyways.

Might as well text him back. You told him that you're now awake. He must be a fast typer because you received a message a few seconds later.

"Good afternoon, how are you feeling?"

You replied that you're feeling fine.

"I assume you are currently resting at home?"

You don't know if you should lie. But then he could easily find out the truth by asking your housemates. So you let out a defeated sigh and told him the half-truth. You said no. That was it, you didn't elaborate further.

"Where are you? Did you at least apply sunscreen?"

You replied that you're now getting off the bus. You're going to text him back later. After that, you put your phone into your pocket.

You walked away from the bus stand and looked at the billboards littered all over the area. It takes a six-minute walk to get to the Mall, maybe a bit longer because your usual path is blocked by a construction job. The workers gave the pedestrians an alternative pathway to travel.

As you start walking, you wonder why was the bus stop never built directly in front of its entrance. It's such a nuisance to get there if you don't own a car.

You frown because the sun is beating against your head, you're among a group of people being funneled into this other path and you're starting to overheat. You remembered Yves packed a UV ray-blocking umbrella, so you went ahead and took it out. You opened it and shielded yourself from the rays, sighing in relief as you felt coolness instantly wash over you.

You were minding your own business and fighting your own inner demons until suddenly a large hand clamped itself onto your shoulder. You let out a surprised yelp and a jolt at the unexpected contact, this cannot be Yves's because it's too calloused and careless, mildly hurting you in the process.

"Joe?"

Who?

You turned whipped your head to the back and saw the person who paid for your poisoned meal. He took your umbrella off your hands, making you hiss at the sun.

"It really is you!" His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth curled up into a wide, happy grin. "How ya' been? I didn't see you yesterday. Where were ya?"

You eyed him up and down, he's in uniform.

"I'm on my break right now." His hand guided your back. "C'mon, let me treat you lunch."

You said that you had food poisoning from the place you ate with him. And you asked what he meant by "Didn't see you yesterday".

His jaw dropped in shock at your words.

"It really sucks to hear that, so that's why you look a lil' too thin today. I guess you're just not used to their cookin'. I was fine and dandy." You and him seem to move along with the crowd aimlessly.

You repeated your question about what he meant by not seeing you yesterday.

"I came by your school 'cause I got you some Chinese. I couldn't find ya' and no one seems to know who the hell was I talkin' about. Why didn't ya' call me? I was waitin' all night for your voice."

Luckily you gave him the fake name of "Joe M." on your first meeting with him. But it's not like he would have gotten any information on you anyway, you're invisible in your university. Unless he happened to come across Yves, which you doubt he will divulge him about you.

You just said 'oh'.

"Hope you're feelin' better though. Hey, I know a great place to get some hearty chicken soup. It's gotta be good for your belly, it sure helped me when I'm sick as a dog." You took notice of his deepening southern accent.

You're starting to feel uncomfortable around this man, he's wrapping his arm around your shoulder like he's your boyfriend.

You said that you were full, you had something to eat earlier.

"Aw shucks. That's fine, I'll just hang out with you till my break's over." He ruffled your hair affectionately, laughing as you tried to smoothen it out.

You don't like him. Who does he think he is? You're barely even acquaintances with him. But you think it's safer to play along until you find an opportunity to escape, there is no way you could fight off a 6'5 man who lifts steel pillars for a living.

"You got any plans this weekend? I wanna take you out to have fun, you must've spent all your time studyin', and that's good! Education is important. But you gotta loosen up a little 'cause life is short!" Montgomery is either oblivious to or disregards your uncomfortable body language.

You said you made plans already. He momentarily looked dejected, but he reverted back to his cheerful self when he thought of something.

"What about next week? I heard there is a festival goin' on by the pier. There's going to be a Ferris wheel, cotton candy, funnel cakes--"

You decided to rip the bandaid off and straight up tell him that you're not interested in pursuing a relationship with him. Since there were witnesses, you wriggled out of his hold and waited to see what he would do to you. Hoping that he would just respectfully leave you alone but expecting to be angrily punched right in front of everyone.

He was stunned, speechless for a moment until there was a strange glimmer in his eyes that was concealed by his shaggy, brown hair.

"...You're playing hard to get."

A horrified, incredulous look crossed your face. Absolutely not! What makes him think of you that way? You took a couple steps backward as he tried to get closer.

"I see how it is, sweetheart. You want me to chase you, don't ya'?" He playfully pinched both of your cheeks. You wince, struggling to pull his hands off.

You genuinely do not understand why he has this impression of you. As anyone would do, you vehemently denied it.

"Aww, look at you. Red-faced and all." He giggled, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you away from the main foot traffic so he could toy with you in private. "If you weren't into me, you would have left me to die that night. I may not be the richest or the most handsome..." his smile faltered when it came to the topic of his looks. "...but I know you saw something in me! I'm gonna make sure you don't regret saving me!" You're already regretting being born.

You called him crazy, anyone would have helped him! You're no one special, he teasingly rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, beautiful. Anything to help you sleep at night."

You were adamant that you're not interested and you already have a boyfriend! But this doesn't seem to faze him, he just bent down to your level and placed his hands behind his back.

"Oh yeah? Where is he then? Get outta here, you don't have one. At least, not yet." He winked at you.

Yeah. He is impossible to reason with.

You argued that you do. In fact, he is right behind Montgomery!

He's definitely not believing you, but he turns around anyway to see... no one, as expected.

"I don't see him, do you-- huh?" He was momentarily dumbfounded when all there was in front of him was air.

You managed to blend in with the crowd and successfully entered the mall. You ran into the nearest retail store and hid behind one of the shelves. Everyone was too busy shopping to care what someone shaking like a leaf was doing crouching in the baby and maternal department.

Your hand trembled as you pulled your phone out to see Yves sent you another text.

"Take care. Send me a text message as soon as possible. I will give you a call fifteen minutes later if I do not hear from you by then."

It's been 12 minutes since he sent that text. The next reasonable course of action is to seek comfort and safety from Yves. You thought Montgomery was unhinged and delusional, he thinks you're his just because you saved him that night. You cared as much as everyone else, no one wanted to see another person die if they could help it! But he took it as some ultimate love confession for him.

Then you realize that you should have run as soon as you first rejected him. You hit yourself on the head, he must have thought all the attention you gave him trying to explain yourself was a green light for him to go forward!

You called yourself stupid for not catching this earlier. There's not much you could do now except tell Yves you don't feel safe.

You texted Yves your exact location, even down to the aisle and section. Your texts are a series of panic-induced typos begging him to pick you up because you're scared.

"I will be there in 15 minutes. Is it safe for me to call you?"

You disregarded that text and just dialed his number.

"(name)?" It was so good to hear his smooth, calm voice. Your blood pressure momentarily dropped but rose back again after remembering why you called him in the first place.

You frantically explained what had happened, even your first meeting with Montgomery and the takeaway that gave you food poisoning. Spilling everything even though you didn't mean to, but you're just scared and trapped in a store. You felt upset that he had the umbrella, you apologized and-

"Raise your hand above your head for me, please." He cut you off. You did exactly what he asked, now distracted from your ranting.

"Inhale, following my count." He counted up to four.

"Hold." He counted to seven.

"Exhale." You breathed out for eight seconds. He repeated the cycle a few more times until he could tell you calmed down. Montgomery wouldn't find you from where you're hiding.

"Very good." He praised. "You may put your hand down."

You forgot about that, so you quickly retract your arm to your side.

"I will stay on the line with you until I arrive. Do you understand, (name)?" You gulped and said a shaky yes.

"Stay where you are. You're safe there." He continued. Yves sounded so confident in his answers that you can't help but trust him fully.

You wished you had friends. You wouldn't need to solely rely on him if you did.

"What did you think of the breakfast I made for you?" He asked, in a tone and cadence as if he was casually chatting up with his partner about their day. But you can tell he's speeding through the highways by the intense humming of his car engine.

You said that it's nice. You thanked him for taking care of you.

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. I will be making chicken soup for you tonight, did you apply sunscreen before leaving the house?"

You paused for a while, trying to remember what you did. You eventually tell him no.

"It is important for you to protect your skin. Remember to do so next ti--"

The call suddenly dropped. Your heart started beating wildly again, what happened? You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the screen.

You let out a visceral scream that caught everyone's attention, your phone battery is dead.

Seeing that you caused a scene, you flee the store out of embarrassment, forgetting about Yves telling you your original spot is the safest place for you to be in. Now with no means of contacting your savior and being out in the open like this, your brain starts to short-circuit. You begin running aimlessly in no particular direction.

All this stress and explosive physical exertion on you right after a bout of illness is making you queasy again.

But you kept going, just... roaming around while periodically looking over your shoulders. Customers and staff alike were staring at you, thinking that you were suffering from some sort of inner turmoil or drug abuse issues. However, they knew better than to intercept.

However, you focused too much on your back, and not too much on the front.

You slammed into a sturdy pillar, lost your balance, and fell back onto your rear.

"Whoa! You alright?" Except that pillar can speak. And it was the last person you want to see right now. Concern riddled his face as he crouched down to help you up. "This is fun and all, but you gotta watch where you're goin-"

At that moment, your stomach decided to empty itself onto Montgomery's chest. He grimaced as you continued to spew and release more vomit from your mouth.

Yves knows where you are. He knew your phone battery died, Yves is just mildly annoyed he didn't catch the fact that one of your room outlets was faulty. It so happened to be the one you used to charge your phone.

Yves pushed the door of the mall's clinic open, glaring daggers at Montgomery as he spotted him waiting on the bench, covered in your puke; noting his filthy fingers wrapping the handle of your bag. He was taken aback by this sudden hostility from an apparent stranger, he looked at Yves confused, what did he ever do to him? Was he offended that he happened to be covered in someone else's throw-up? What a stuck-up bitch!

Yves took his wallet out of his handbag and walked up to the receptionist. He shared a few hushed words with her and spared a couple of unkind glances for Montgomery. The woman behind the counter had both eyebrows raised momentarily before she nodded and picked up a phone. While speaking to someone unknown on the other side of the line, she accepted Yves's credit card.

Soon after, she handed him a clipboard and a pen. He had to sign something before receiving a receipt.

Montgomery looked him up and down with equal animosity, his eyes trailing behind Yves as he took the seat opposite of him.

The dark-haired male elegantly crossed his legs and rested his hands on his knee. Now a blank expression took over his beautiful face. Montgomery took note of his feminine demeanor including his usage of makeup. He somehow deluded himself that he was better than Yves even though he was hunched over, resting his forearms on his thighs while spreading his legs.

Montgomery tried to look away and ignore this stranger. But he couldn't, because Yves was burning holes through his head with his constant stare.

This really ruffled Montgomery's feathers. He's clearly trying to start something.

"What the hell is your problem?"

All eyes landed on Montgomery. Young or old, they're now invested in this sudden outburst.

"What do you mean?" Replied Yves calmly as he tilted his head to the side to feign ignorance.

"You're lookin' at me like you wanted to fight!" Montgomery finally sat up straight while accusing Yves. Meanwhile, the graceful man placed a hand on his chest to express disbelief.

"I do not understand this explosive reaction from you, I have done nothing wrong." Yves's long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked, already winning the hearts of the public. It ticked Montgomery off so bad. For some reason, this androgynous person is making him angrier than usual. Maybe it's because Yves's old money aura reminded him of every city girl and boy who fucked him over emotionally, socially, financially, or physically.

It was quite unusual, Montgomery would usually just not engage with these citizens. But today, Yves is exceptionally infuriating while doing the least. He even smelled the same as those rich bastards, they all must be using the same cologne.

A mere five minutes had elapsed since they first met, yet Montgomery despised him with every fiber of his being.

Yves knows his own effect on the construction worker.

"Don't play with me! You had that stupid look on your face, what have I done to you, huh!?" He rose from his seat.

A ghost of a smile graced Yves's otherwise serious face. That simpleton took the bait.

"Please calm down. You're causing a scene out of nothing." Yves continued provoking him. Mothers began to leave the room with their children, and other patients quietly changed their seats to be further away from the two men.

"Why you-" Something distracted him from his rage.

Yves turned his head and saw you slowly dragging yourself out of the hallway, carrying a prescription slip in one hand and cradling your stomach in the other. You look pale and exhausted as you limp towards the waiting room.

"Joe!" Montgomery called out for you. "Are you alright? What did ya' doctor say?"

You were spooked, you froze in your tracks. Not noticing that Yves is a few steps away from you.

"Dear." You snapped your neck to the source of the quiet but assuring voice. Yves is now standing tall, his arms open for you to run into.

And so, you did. You buried your face in his chest, refusing to see the other man. Yves had a pleased smile as he picked your prescription script from your hands, he slid it into his handbag. Right after, he wrapped his arms around you.

The room was eerily quiet. Everyone was holding their breaths, wondering what was going to happen.

You felt Yves stroke your hair. But you couldn't see or hear anything. So you lift your head a little to see what was going on, he rested his palm on your shoulder.

Montgomery has his eyes open so wide staring at your boyfriend. His mouth is open but soundless. The veins on his forehead and arm were throbbing while he trembled uncontrollably.

"Do you know him, my love? He seems dangerous. You know you shouldn't mingle around men like him, they're usually raised by dysfunctional families- sometimes, they don't even have one." Yves asked you, soft enough for no one else to hear, but loud enough that his pathetic excuse of a rival absorbed every word. This was the last straw for Montgomery.

Finally, he dropped your bag to the ground before launching himself against Yves. Your boyfriend pushed you out of harm's way as he allowed himself to get tackled by the unstable male.

Yves closed his eyes as he took a devastating punch to the face, he was flung to the side from the force and it left a reddish mark on his once pristine face.

"Fuck you! The fuck you mean that's 'your love', you don't mean shit to them!" Montgomery yelled in Yves's ear, and a struggle ensued between them.

Screams and shouts filled the clinic, and the patients present all ran out of the room. Those who stayed tried to film the tussle. Some doctors and customers poked their heads out of the consultation rooms to see what the commotion was all about.

Whereas you grabbed your bag and went outside, securing your safety behind the tempered glass walls.

"You think you better than me?! I'll teach you a fucking lesson to be humble!" Montgomery swung at him again, but Yves dodged in time and utilized his long, slender legs to trip him. Now that he has gotten what he wanted out of this scenario, Yves allows himself to defend his own body.

He got up fairly quickly and tried to land another punch, but Yves grabbed his wrist on time and used minimal force to twist his arm against his back. Montgomery cried out in pain as his limb was contorted to an unnatural position. Being an opportunist, Yves took his chance to strike his broken rib using the side of his hand.

This made Montgomery's legs buckle on itself. You silently cheered for Yves as he subdued the creep on the cold hard tiles.

He pressed a heel against his chest, right behind on fractured bone. So Montgomery was powerless against him.

Yves reached for his handbag and pulled his phone out. He dialed emergency services and reported Montgomery as being aggressive, being a danger to the general public.

"Bullcrap! Fuck you asshole! I will kill you!" Screeched the man currently being stepped on and humiliated in front of his object of obsession. Unfortunately for him, the operator heard his threat towards Yves, increasing your boyfriend's credibility.

He tried to grab his leg, but Yves only drove his sharp heel deeper into his ribs, knocking the air out of him and making stars appear in his vision.

At the same time, the mall security arrives with their batons.

They took over from there, it took more than ten of them to try and get Montgomery under control. He was like a bull seeing red, only goal was to try and disfigure the pretty boy's face as much as possible.

He was forcefully expelled from the premises while kicking, howling, and straining. You saw the tears of anguish in his eyes as he cussed everyone out for treating him as subhuman, he wished horrible fates on all who witnessed but stood by. He was shouting incoherently about having everything stolen from him by the rich, he had one thing good going on but a billionaire had to come along and take you away from him.

He vowed to take what was rightfully his and punish the bad, especially Yves who he referred to as "That fucking queer freak".

Eventually, though, his yelling became inaudible as he got further and further away. The others returned to their day, dispersing as nothing else interesting was going on.

You walked up to Yves, who is now gently dabbing his bleeding nostrils with a folded piece of tissue. He smiled at you, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"Well done." He praised. Disposing of the soiled napkin into a trashcan nearby.

You said you didn't contribute to anything good. In fact, you're the one who caused all this.

"Don't think too lowly of yourself." He picked up a hairbrush from his bag and started fixing your hair. You looked at his face.

The patch around his nose and under his left eye is already starting to bruise, swelling to a degree that he can only see out of his right. Red dripped down his chin and onto the floor, splattering into many dots.

You look around and see the broken pot, flipped chair, and scattered magazines.

You shudder, asking Yves if you could go home.

"Not yet, (name). The police should be here soon, they have to take my statement." He invited you into his arms, and you snuggled into him as his blood dripped onto you too.

"I packed you something to eat." He softly pried you off him. Reaching for his handbag once again, he retrieved a square container before handing it to you.

You opened it to see a sandwich. It's intentionally bland to accommodate your current weak stomach. As if on cue, your belly growled. However, Yves stopped you from devouring it.

"Always sanitize your hands before eating." He squeezed a good amount of hand sanitizer on your palms. Yves only handed the meal back to you after he was satisfied with your application.

You sit on a chair as you take bites off it. Yves sat next to you too, this time he was tidying his luscious black hair with the same brush and compact mirror.

You continued munching on as you heard distant sirens growing louder.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere concept #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #oc yves #male yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc montgomery #tw violence #tw blood #tw queerphobia #tw strong language

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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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Are you still doing Carmy requests? Can you do one where he maybe goes to the the pharmacy with Richie or someone else and he develops a crush on a worker?

Hi dear! Yup I'm accepting requests for all characters from The Bear. Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy the fic 💌

Happenstance

Carmen Berzatto x Reader (Gender Neutral - They/Them) [The Bear]

Warnings: Swearing, Minor Injury, Minor Spoilers for The Bear

Genre: FLUFF

Summary: see request above

NOTE: This fic takes place during season 1

He's driving without a license, sweating profusely. His hands are clenched tightly around the wheel, his eyes tranced on the road ahead as he tries his best to block out Richie's annoying rambling as he wills muscle memory not to fail him now. He never got his license, never really needed to, considering everything was within walking distance in Chicago growing up and whenever he needed to get anywhere further out of the walking radius, transport was always easily accessible. New York too. He can't remember if anyone he worked with even had a license.

Michael and Richie both got their hands on a license and a steering wheel as soon as they could and tried talking Carmy and Sugar into doing the same. The former never showed any interest but still listened to their freely offered lessons just in case the skill of driving could come in handy one day.

Today happens to be that day.

It's been years since these aforementioned lessons took place, though. So, it's safe to say he's struggling.

The day started off like any other, the usual chaotic monotony of The Beef running through the motions. And then, suddenly, it was interrupted.

A man Carmy did not recognize approached the restaurant with a rigid demeanor, hostility written all over his face. Unlike him, Richie was all too familiar with this asshole. He was a debt collector, a grifter almost, one of many breathing down Mikey's neck while he was alive and Richie's now that he isn't.

To be fair, Richie could've approached and maybe even handled the situation with just slightly more tact. But come on now, we're talking about Richie, so of course he didn't.

That's how he ended up here, in the passenger seat of his own car, with a swelling black eye he can't see out of, still yelling stubbornly.

"Cousin, shut the fuck up! You're literally half blind right now and you still wanna argue?! You don't wanna see out of neither of your eyes!?" Carmy finally snaps, the adrenaline and anxiety of the situation getting too much to bear. He has to put up with the loud-mouth next to him, focus on the road and keep them alive with what little memory he has of driving lessons he barely paid any mind to, and be wary of a potential fine and legal trouble if he gets caught.

He can't remember how or who convinced him to drive in the insanity of the brawl's aftermath. He hates whoever it may be, although he did this to himself.

"Oh what?! You're gonna punch me, asshole?!" Richie provokes him further, poking the bear - no pun intended - with a stick.

"Maybe I fucking will if you don't shut your trap!" Carmy's voice booms in the small space in the car, somehow managing to out-yell his cousin who has now miraculously actually shut the fuck up.

They drive in peace for a solid five minutes before a voice once again fills the car.

"Can you pull up to that pharmacy? Grab me some painkillers?"

Given that what's coming out of his mouth is reasonable for a change, Carmy obliges with nothing more than a nod. When the car comes to a stop, he unbuckles his seatbelt with still shaky hands, "Stay in the car. I don't want you traumatizing the workers inside."

He feels a hand give him a light shove as he gets out but he lets it go, retaliating with a slam of the car door before heading inside.

The bell above the entrance dings, alerting the clerk to his presence. They give him a polite nod and smile, greeting him with their standard professional and courteous "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Uh, I'm supposed to get painkillers." He says, suddenly a little flustered. The extent of his life outside the restaurant only involves his commute to and from it. He hasn't exactly had any proper human interactions without the usual workplace yelling and disagreements.

Luckily the pharmacist, who he'll admit isn't helping his nervousness with their attractiveness, meets him halfway in his panic, their warm and comforting aura shining through their smile, "Ok, no problem. What kind?"

"Whatever kind is best for a black eye." His response breaks their professional composure, making them laugh a little before they catch themself, clearing their throat.

"Give me a second." They smile, shaking their head before briefly disappearing out of view, behind a shelf of medication one their side of the counter. When they return, they set down a bottle of pills, an ice cold water bottle and some cloth bandages. "Knock two of these back..." they begin, pointing to the pills, "...then soak the bandages in cold water and apply to the wound. And, lastly..." They take a pause to chuckle, "Drive to urgent care, please."

"All sound advice. However..." A loud honk of a car horn interrupts him, causing him to cringe, "....my cousin is a little particular."

The pharmacist laughs again, shaking their head in understanding, "I see. Well, hope you sort it out." They ring up his pills and tell him the price. Only seventeen dollars, which causes him to glance at them with a quirked eyebrow, evidently puzzled. They immediately pick up on what he's confused about, "The bandages and water are on the house."

Expressing his gratitude with a bright grin and nod, he takes the items and leaves the pharmacy, waving a quick goodbye to the clerk. The smile doesn't drop from his face even once he enters the car to more yelling from Richie, asking what had taken so long. He quiets him down by tossing the products at him, all thankfully avoiding his face and falling in his lap. All the while, he remains grinning like an idiot at the luckt happenstance of finding his new go-to pharmacy.

Who cares that it's forty-five minutes from his place? That's a small distance to travel for a man who believes he might have just developed a little crush.

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chaosheadspace · 2 months

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I immediately got stuck on #2 for library boys, with Murphy, Hob, and Orpheus going to the farmer’s market together. 💗

Okay, thank you for sending in an ask and sorry it took so long to finish! This takes place at a yet unspecified time ;)

Hob is rather proud of himself. He has lured both Murphy and Orpheus to the farmers market with him, despite the latter claiming that it is too cold. He's done so with the promise of buying handmade ravioli from one of his favourite stalls to cook for dinner tonight, and hot chocolate from a nearby cafè afterwards.

Orpheus is wearing his new puffer jacket, and their breaths cloud in the air due to a late bout of frost. Despite his earlier protest, he seems very much interested in being here now; dashing from stall to stall, begging an apple off an unsuspecting farmer with big eyes. Hob chuckles.

“Where's the one with the pasta?” Orpheus mumbles with his mouth full. “I can't see it.”

“Just a little further. You're too small to see it yet, but there's a big penne on top of the stall.”

“I am not,” Orpheus protests. “Mpampa, I need to get up on your shoulders.”

Murphy raises one eyebrow and keeps on walking, his hands still in his pockets. “Little sparrow, you have not sat on my shoulders in years. You are too heavy for it now.”

“But you literally call me little sparrow!” Orpheus protests, putting his apple core into a nearby bin.

Murphy doesn't give in. “No.”

With a defeated sigh, Orpheus stuffs his fists into the pockets of his jacket, lowers his head and trudges after him. And Hob—Hob can’t take it. Not two of them, pouting and irritated, cookie cutter copies in face and stature, if not in height and hair.

“Come on, up you go,” Hob says gently, crouching down.

Orpheus’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Hob smiles.

It’s a little awkward, and at one point Hob is in serious danger of toppling over as Orpheus clambers onto his shoulders. He’s heavier than he looks, and much heavier than Hob anticipated despite his slight build, but he’ll be damned if he gives up. With an eye roll and a smile, Murphy helps him stand again and Hob sways a little before finding his balance.

“I can see it!” Orpheus shouts, half-jumping, knee knocking against Hob’s chin.

“Whoah, careful there,” Hob chides, gripping Orpheus’s shins tighter. He’s just glad he’d put his hair up in a bun this morning, because he’s got no idea what he would have done with a braid right now.

Orpheus stills and twists a little to find a more comfortable position. “Sorry, sorry.”

He’s warm against the back of Hob’s head, his hands against Hob’s neck and jaw, his legs and feet curled to the sides of Hob’s chest. He’s heavy and their centre of balance is giving Hob trouble but he knows, feels it in his stomach that he’ll carry Orpheus as long as he bloody well can. Hopefully he’ll hold out until they reach the pasta stall. Christ, that child is heavy.

The fond looks they get from other people pour a pleasant warmth into Hob’s stomach that only grows when Murphy takes his hand, so everyone can see they belong together. They’re being a nuisance, blocking more than half the path walking like this, but Hob doesn't care one bit.

When they reach their destination and Hob sets Orpheus down again (which he miraculously manages without beheading himself with sixty pounds of child) he can feel his flyaway hairs stand up with the frizz from Orpheus’s puffer jacket. Murphy rolls his eyes again, which Hob counts as a win, and tries to smooth them down. Hob knows by now that the eye roll means that Murphy doesn’t know what to do with his fondness, and it comes out in peculiar ways.

Smiling, he kisses Murphy’s cheek in thanks. Then it’s their turn, and Orpheus begs until they buy three kinds of pasta. It’s way too much, but Hob knows by experience that they freeze like a charm, so he doesn’t mind.

As they slowly make their way towards the café, Orpheus dashing ahead of them with the shopping bag, Hob leans in to whisper into Murphy’s ear.

“Could I persuade you to give me a back massage this evening?”

Now it’s Murphy’s turn to smile, and he does so rather smugly. “Oh? Have you learned that an eleven year old child is, indeed, too heavy to carry like that?”

“Yes,” Hob grins and squeezes his hand. “And I’ll very likely do it again.”

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #chaosheadspace's writing #library au

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Infatuation (Tom Riddle x Reader)

***Warning: One-sided love, toxic relationship. Plus, really long***

The hallway was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering torches along the walls. The silence was punctuated only by the sound of your footsteps echoing off the stone floor. The shadows seem to stretch and move, as though they had a life of their own. As you rounded a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, sending you stumbling. When you looked up, you saw the dark figure of Tom Riddle towering over you, his expression inscrutable in the dim light.

“What are you doing here?”

“I can ask the same to you.” You reply.

He stared down at you, his eyes burning into your soul. “I was just... patrolling. To make sure nothing untoward was happening.”

“Cool.” You move around him to walk down the hall.

He blocked your way, his expression unreadable. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Uh. To my dorm?”

“I see... Well, I think I should accompany you. Just to make sure you get there safely, of course.”

“Okay. Sure.”

He fell into stride beside you. “What's your name?”

“Yura Min.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What an interesting name. Where are you from, Ms. Min?”

“I’m an orphan.”

His eyebrows raised higher, if it were even possible. His expression softened slightly, as if the tiny corner of his heart that held sympathy flickered into life for just a moment.

“That so?”

You nod. He didn't say anything for a second, then he spoke in a softer voice than before.

“What about your parents? What happened to them?”

“I don't know. I don't even know who my parents were.”

He was quiet for a moment, absorbing this information. “Do you not miss them?”

“How would I miss them if I don't know them?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “You do have a point. But even so, you don't feel any sadness or longing to meet them?”

“No. I’m happy on my own.”

He stared at you, and you had the feeling that he was staring into your soul. His voice was even more gentle. “That's... remarkable.”

Both of you arrive at the dorm. “Well, here’s my dorm. Thanks for dropping me Mr.Riddle.”

“Oh, it's my pleasure.” He bowed and swept his hand toward the door, as if to indicate that you should go ahead of him. “Please, after you.”

“Goodnight.”

He nodded and gave you a small smile. “Goodnight.”

You go into your dorm and wave at Tome before closing the door.

He watches you go inside the dorm, then slowly walks away.

You open your diary to a fresh page. Your pen dances across the page, writing with an intensity you haven't felt in a long time. You write about your meeting with Tom, how handsome and intelligent he is. And how he doesn't care about others the way most people do.

As you write, you feel a tingling in your heart as you describe your feelings about him. His dark and brooding presence, his piercing and seductive stare, his hypnotic eyes, his confident and charming personality. You know that he's not quite right, but there's something about him that you find captivating.

Feeling tired. You close your diary before falling asleep.

As you lay your head down on the pillow, your mind is filled with images of Tom. His dark eyes, which seem to pierce your very soul. His strong jaw chiseled and masculine. His broad shoulders, a symbol of power and strength. His confidence, which makes every girl in Hogwarts swoon. Your eyes flutter closed and before you know it, you are asleep.

Next day before potions class, you see Riddle with his friends. Your eyes meet for a second before Tom looks away again and you, feeling flustered just head into the classroom.

Tom was sitting in his usual spot with his friends, discussing something while waiting for Potions class to start. When he saw you walk into class, there was a brief flash of recognition in his dark eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He turned back to his friends, as if he hadn't even noticed you.

Sitting down at an empty seat. You open your book, sitting alone with no friends to talk to.

The classroom became a flurry of activity as students took their seats, chatting and studying. As the professor came in, the students fell silent, and the room was filled with the sound of writing as they took down notes. But the whole time, your thoughts were on Tom. You kept wondering what he was thinking in those brief moments when your eyes met. You wondered if he felt the same way as you. Probably not. He's rejected going out with any girl at Hogwarts so far. You tell yourself that and try to believe it, but you can't help thinking, "What if he feels the same way about me?"

The lecture by the professor was boring and you found yourself thinking about Tom. You kept wondering if he was looking at you, and if he was, what was he thinking? Every word the professor said seemed to take forever to get to the point. The minutes seemed endless, and you couldn't wait for lecture to be over so you could see Tom again. And maybe, just maybe...

Class ends and you quickly pack up your things to leave.

As you walk out of the classroom, your heart skips a beat when you see Tom walking down the hall. He doesn't seem to have seen you, but you can't resist the urge to sneak a peek at him. His dark hair falls gracefully over his forehead and he walks with a sense of authority about him, as if he owns the place. You look behind you to make sure he hasn't seen you, but your eyes are fixed on him. Even though he's walking away from you, you feel like his eyes are on you.

You sigh before heading to the library.

As you arrive at the library, you find a quiet table in a corner of the room where you can work in peace. You sit down at the table and open your book, but there's a distraction in your mind. You keep thinking about Tom and if he's seen you or not. You keep looking around, wondering if he's in the library too.

You try to study, but end up drawing a picture of Tom in your notebook.

You start your drawing and try to get every detail and nuance right. You want it to look exactly like him so that you can remember every feature of his face forever. His dark hair, his sharp eyes, his strong jawline, everything, but most of all, his charismatic and captivating personality.

That is until a familiar figure comes to stand before you. You look up from your drawing to look at who's standing in front of you, and your heart jumps when you see that it's Tom. His dark eyes are locked onto yours, their color almost black compared to the light in the library. You look down at your drawing and you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks.

You quickly close the book to hide your drawing.

Tom sits down across from you, his expression unreadable as he surveys you, taking in every detail of your face. He's silent for a moment, then he speaks in a low voice. “I see you've been busy, Ms. Min.”

“Hello Tom. How are you?” You ask, feeling nervous.

Despite the formal greeting, there's a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. “I'm doing well. Thank you for asking. But I'm curious... why have you been drawing my face, of all people? Why not someone more... worthy of your attention?”

“I wasn’t!” You deny.

He laughed, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. “Of course you were, Ms. Min. I recognize my own face when I see it. I'm not upset, by the way. I'm flattered, in fact. I'm quite pleased to be the subject of your artistic efforts. Are you an aspiring artist? Or are you just another girl with a crush?”

Feeling embarrassed. You start gathering your things.

He seemed amused by your embarrassed reaction. “No need to leave. I'm not going to bite. I'm curious, though... you don't seem like the type to let yourself get distracted so easily. Why is it, then, that you've decided to spend your precious time drawing me?”

“Uh... It was for a project.” You mentally cringe at the lie.

He raised an eyebrow. “A project, you say? What kind of a project requires you to draw someone's face from memory?”

“It’s nothing.”

His eyes locked onto yours and the intensity of his stare was almost overwhelming. You could see right through him — he knew exactly what you were thinking. “No, I don't think so. No project would require you to draw my face. You must have another reason. A more personal reason.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologize.

He seemed amused by your inability to tell him the truth.

“There's no need to apologize. I can tell you think it's quite embarrassing to have a crush on me.”

He tilted his head and looked down at you with a grin.”I don't mind, I assure you. In fact, I take it as a compliment.”

“I don't!” You deny again.

He just laughed at your denial. “Oh, but you do. I know a secret crush when I see one. Most of the girls in Hogwarts have one on me — don't you know?”He teased playfully and your face immediately grew hot.

“Can you just forget about it please? I know you don't care about me. But please don't tell anyone. I'm already an outcast.”

Something subtle and unexpected crossed his face for a split second. It was as if he was actually touched by your words. But then he quickly hid it and his expression turned icy cold. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But I do have a request, Ms. Min.”

“Yes?”

He leaned forward a tiny bit, his voice dropping to a low murmur. You practically had to lean forward yourself to hear what he was saying. “Next time you draw my face, I'd like to be there to see it.”

He tilted his head slightly, not quite smiling, but it was as close to a smile as you'd ever seen on his lips.

“What do you say, Yura? Will you do me this favor?”

Shocked. You just nod meekly.

He nodded, satisfied with your response. “Excellent. And if someone sees you with me, just tell them that I was helping you with a secret project. They won't suspect a thing.”

He got up and started to walk away, but he turned to look at you once more, his eyes dancing with amusement. “I'll be waiting for your drawing, Yura.” He smiled slightly, then walked away.

“Okay.” You said after he left.

You were left feeling incredibly flustered. Not only had he seen your drawing, but now he was expecting another one. And you had to try to think of an excuse as to why you had been drawing him in the first place. And the worst of it all was that just seeing the way he'd looked at you melted you inside.

You couldn't make any progress on your studies because all your thoughts were on Tom. And then it hit you... you had a crush on Tom. A secret crush that you couldn't reveal to anyone.

You arrived at the place that Tom asked you to meet. You make your way to the area where you and Tom were supposed to meet. It was quite a secluded spot near the edge of the lake. The sun is setting and the sky is gradually becoming darker. You feel a bit nervous about meeting Tom in a private place like this, but you also can't help but feel excited.

When you arrive at the spot, you see Tom. He looks even more handsome than usual, his black hair dancing in the breeze. He walks over to you, his voice soft and sultry.

“Hello, Yura.”

“Hello.” You greet him, feeling shy.

You see a half smile grace his darkly handsome face. “You're nervous, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't bite. I'll try to make this easy for you. In any case, that's why we're here isn't it? So you can finish your drawing?”

He turns to look at the lake, his eyes searching for something as if in thought. He seemed to be a bit distracted.

You pull out your book and other drawing utensils, leaving your diary in the bag.

He glances back at you, his voice becoming soft and gentle. “Let's not just stand here, shall we? It's going to get dark soon. Would you like to find a place to sit?”

He walks past you towards some rocks which overlook the lake. He sits down and motions for you to join him.

“I’m okay.”

He seemed a bit surprised by your reluctance, but he didn't push it. After a moment of silence, he looked up at you and smiled. “May I see what you've been working on?” He seemed genuinely interested in your drawing now.

You give the drawing to him.

He took the drawing from your hand with utmost care. He looked at it intently, his eyes searching every crack and crevice of the drawing to take in every detail. “Oh... My. You are very talented, Yura. You've captured me perfectly.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You must be an aspiring artist. There's no other explanation for you being this good.”

“You can keep it if you’d like.” You offer.

He tilted his head slightly, looking curious. “Is this some kind of peace offering? Do you want me to have it so maybe I'll notice you more? Or worse... do you want my attention?”

He looked up at you with a small laugh. “You wouldn't want my attention, would you? If that was the case, I'd have to disappoint you. I don't like girls that cling onto me like a bad habit. It's rather annoying, in fact.”

You shake your head.

He seemed slightly surprised by your reaction, but then that subtle hint of amusement came back to his face. “So then why are you giving me this then?”

He looked at you curiously, the amusement clear on his face.

“It's your picture. So I thought it's best to stay with you rather than a stranger.”

His expression seemed to soften slightly, like he actually appreciated what you said. But then he smiled and said something in his usual, confident tone.

“Well then, I appreciate you giving it to me. It's... nice to be appreciated. Even if I don't particularly appreciate the appreciation. And besides, I can't have my face plastered all over the castle for everyone to see.”

He winked at you, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but then changed his tone once more. “Let me just say... it was well drawn.”

“Thank you.”

Tom gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod. And for a moment, he looked at you with a subtle expression that made him almost look... vulnerable?

He cleared his throat and his expression changed again, putting up a front of composure and confidence. “You're welcome. “

He turned away from you, his gaze locked on the water. “Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd like some time alone here. So go ahead, keep drawing, but would you mind leaving me alone for a bit?”

You were left confused by Tom's request, but decided to give him some space — for now. You packed up your things and left him sitting at the lake. You had no idea what Tom was thinking, or why he really wanted you here in the first place. All you knew was that you couldn't stop thinking about him and his darkly handsome face. You left the lake and headed to your dorm to write about today in your diary.

You walked back to your dorm room, lost in your thoughts. You felt overwhelmed by the events of the day and how they had affected you. You found yourself writing down every detail you could remember in your diary, and thinking about Tom incessantly.

As the night wore on, you felt the same anticipation and excitement build up inside of you. You found yourself lying awake on your bed, unable to sleep, just thinking about the next time you'd see Tom.

***Few days later***

Days went by, and Tom ignored your existence like he did before. You felt kind of hurt by his indifference but was not surprised considering he did it with others as well.

You began to notice that Tom's behavior towards you was inconsistent. Sometimes he would show interest and even kindness — but then he suddenly started treating you with cold indifference again, as if he didn't even care about you. It seemed like one day he'd pay attention to you, and then another day he'd act as if you didn't exist.

You kept wondering what had changed his behavior, but you eventually decided to focus on your studies again and put Tom out of your thoughts. But your thoughts kept going back to him, despite your effort. He was like a magnet to you.

Until one day you saw Tom sneaking in the girls bathroom in the middle of the night.

You were going to use the bathroom late at night, and as you entered, you saw something out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head to see what it was, and you felt like your heart stopped beating.

Tom was there, standing completely still, his dark eyes locked on your body. You stopped for a moment, unsure as to what to do, but then you turned and ran out of the bathroom as fast as you could, your heart pounding in your chest.

You don't know why you ran. But you just didn't expect Tom to be there. What is he doing in the girls bathroom?

You ran back to your dorm, your thoughts filled with paranoia. What was Tom doing in the girls bathroom? Why was he there? Was he spying on you? Were you just being paranoid, or were your suspicions justified?

You were unsure of yourself and of Tom. You had no idea what kind of person he really was, but your heart couldn't stop longing for him. Even though you felt scared and anxious, deep down you also felt a sense of excitement and intrigue about seeing him in the restroom. There was something about it that was so thrilling and... forbidden.

The next day came and you kept thinking about last night. You found your thoughts constantly trailing back to last night. You couldn't stop thinking about the way Tom looked at you in the bathroom. It was terrifying and unsettling, but there was also something exciting about it. You couldn't stop wondering what he was doing there, but you knew asking him about it would be useless — he'd never tell you the truth.

It seemed like you were stuck in a situation of your own making. You were both scared and fascinated by him. As the morning went on, you tried going about your normal routine, but your mind wouldn't focus on anything.

As you entered the cafeteria, you felt a small adrenaline rush as you saw Tom sitting nearby. He was with a group of friends, who were all talking and laughing loudly. His darkly handsome face stood out from the others, and for a moment it seemed like he was staring directly at you.

A small, subtle smile played at the corners of his lips. He seemed to sense that you were looking at him because he turned to look straight at you and gave you a faint, playful smile.

Scared. You rushed out of the cafeteria without eating anything. You were terrified and confused by the idea of being so close to Tom again and rushed out of the cafeteria without taking any food. Your heart was beating fast and you couldn't shake off the feeling that his darkly handsome face was still following you, even when you were long gone from the cafeteria.

You couldn't understand your own emotions and you still felt a strong curiosity about Tom and his actions towards you. You felt drawn to him, but also scared of him at the same time.

At night you lurked near the girls bathroom to see if Tom comes again.

To your surprise he arrived.

*You couldn't believe your eyes as you saw him arrive, the darkly handsome Tom, the forbidden prince himself, entering the bathroom again.*

You tried to hold your breath and not make any sounds, hiding behind the corner so that he couldn't see you. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you watched him, his figure flickering in the dim lighting of the bathroom.

What was he doing here? Was he coming to see you? Why did he keep coming back here?

You entered the bathroom as well but hid in the small corner while Tom went to the hover over the bathroom sink.

You crept out of your hiding spot and entered the bathroom, your heart racing. You kept silent and out of the way, hiding in the small corner while his darkly handsome figure was busy hovering over the sink. You watched him as he fiddled with a small object in his hand which you couldn't quite make out.

Once again, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. Could he hear it? Did he know you were there? What was he doing in the bathroom anyway?

He started making the weird sounds like a snake. Wait is he speaking parseltongue?

You were horrified and confused, but your curiosity continued to drive you forward, despite your better judgement. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your heart started pounding so loud, you were sure Tom would be able to hear it too.

What was Tom doing in the bathroom? Why was he speaking Parseltongue?

Afterwards, the bathroom sink started to open and a chamber opened up. You were stunned as you watched the sink open. It was almost like something magical was happening, something that shouldn't be possible. Your heart pounded even faster in your chest as you wondered what lay beyond the opening.

But before you could even process what was happening, you heard Tom speaking again, this time his voice sounded different. It still sounded like Parseltongue, but it also had a strange, raspy edge to it.

You wondered what Tom was saying, but your senses were completely overwhelmed by the idea of what he might be hiding inside the bathroom sink.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confront him, and called out to him quietly.

“Tom?”

The moment you said his name, he turned to look at you. You saw his expression change immediately from mild curiosity to outright panic. And then his face darkened with anger.

He hissed at you in Parseltongue, his voice no longer sounding raspy or strange. It was pure Parseltongue now.

It filled you with fear. You couldn't believe your ears. Feeling scared you took a couple of steps back.

When you moved back, Tom seemed to calm down slightly and his expression changed again.

“Oh, so you understand Parseltongue now? Is that why you came to the bathroom in the first place?”

*He looked at you with subtle amusement and curiosity.

“I don't know parseltongue but my question is how do you know it Tom? Who are you?”

He raised one eyebrow in slight confusion as he looked at you. “I'm Tom, of course, Tom Riddle. Why do you ask?”

It seemed like he was trying to hide something. “As for Parseltongue, it's not something I learned — it's something I've always known.”

“Why are you here? What is that chamber?”

He looked at you for a few moments before answering, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. It seemed like he was enjoying your confusion. “I'm here for a special purpose, an... assignment. And the chamber behind me is where I'm keeping my most precious belongings.”

Even though his words were neutral, you could tell that he was hiding something. There was definitely more to the story than he was telling you.

“What’s in there?”

He smirked, and didn't answer right away. He seemed like he was contemplating whether or not you were trustworthy.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Yura. It's a personal matter, and it's not something anyone except me is privy to.”

His voice was calm and his demeanor was unbothered, but you couldn't help but wonder what it was that he was hiding behind the chamber.

You took steps closer to him and demanded that he answers your questions.

The moment you raised your voice, the playful and calm demeanor of his quickly faded away. His expression darkened, and he seemed slightly irritated, as if you'd just interrupted a private moment. You felt a sense of fear mixed with excitement.

“I told you, Yura, it's nobody's business but mine. And if you were smart, you'd drop this conversation and never speak of it again.”

He tilted his head to one side slightly as he spoke, and it seemed like he was warning you.

“I won’t leave til you tell me what’s going on.”

He stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes piercing your very soul. He seemed like he was getting slightly annoyed by your persistence, but at the same time, he didn't seem like he was going to back down from your challenge either.

“Alright then, Yura. But don't say I didn't warn you.”

He took a deep breath, before speaking Parseltongue again. But instead of talking to you, he was talking to someone else.

You jumped back in fear as a basilisk emerges from the chamber. You wanted to look at it, but you were also terrified of what you might see. Tom quickly rushed to cover your eyes, shielding you from the creature's gaze.

“Look away, Yura. You do NOT want to see it!”

He kept a firm grasp on your head, as if he was struggling to keep your face away from the basilisk's deadly glare.

Your fear was being overshadowed by the strange feeling of familiarity you felt as you felt his heartbeat against your back. Tom's hands were large and firm, almost like they were protecting you from the terrible creature before you. You couldn't help but wonder what made you feel so strangely close to Tom at that moment.

Time seemed to slow down, as the world around you grew silent. All you could hear was Tom's heart beating in your ear. You felt strange, but in a way that you had never felt before. It was almost intoxicating.

Tom hissed something at the creature and you could hear the creature slithering away.

The last of the slithering sounds died down as the basilisk retreated back into its chamber. Tom turned to face you, still not letting go of you. He kept his hands on your face, shielding your eyes from the creature for a moment more.

His dark eyes looked deep into yours as he stared at you. He seemed to be searching for something in your eyes, like he was looking deeply into your soul. You felt your breath catch in your throat.

“We should be leaving now and never speak of this to anyone, Yura. Do you understand?”

“What are you planning to do, Tom?” You ask.

He didn't answer your question, but grabbed your arm and started walking. You were startled by the forceful move, but didn't want to fight him either.

“ Don't ask me any more questions, Yura. Just keep quiet and walk.” And with that, he marched away, dragging you behind him. You couldn't believe your eyes. Tom was acting like he owned you. No one had ever done that before.

But you couldn't help but feel strangely attracted to his dominating and forceful behavior, as if his words were hypnotizing you.

You stopped walking and stood still. “No! Tell me what's going on otherwise I'll scream and the whole school will be here.”

He froze in his tracks, his dark and intense eyes staring intently at you. His voice was cold and sharp. “Do not, under any circumstances, scream. You are not in charge here, I am.”

He narrowed his eyes and you could feel his forcefulness from here. There was no doubt in your mind that he would do something terrible if you dared to do as you said.

“Do you really think screaming will save you? I'm not afraid to shut your mouth with this.” He brandished his wand.

You whacked his wand out of his hand making it drop on the floor.

He was taken aback by your boldness, but it didn't last for long. He immediately grabbed your wrist so forcefully that you felt a sharp pain in your wrist. You had no time to react as he pulled you towards him.

“You thought you were the clever one, but you've just made things worse for yourself, Yura.”

He pulled out his wand and held it right against your neck. There was nothing but pure darkness in his eyes as he spoke. You couldn't see any sign of fear or hesitation in him.

Scared. You opened your mouth to scream.

He held your wrist even tighter and pressed his wand harder against your neck. You wanted to scream, but a sense of dread filled you as you knew there probably wasn't any point. Tom had already gotten what he wanted and he wasn't going to let you go now. His eyes were almost black, they seemed to lack any emotion.

“Screaming won't save you, Yura. You know that, don't you?”

He said it in a calm, quiet voice, but his firm grip on your wrist and his wand against your neck made you shake. Your fear was palpable.

“Tom?” You call. Your voice trembling from fear.

He looked surprised for a moment that you called him by his first name, and then the look of surprise quickly disappeared. A slight smile appeared on his face for a split second, as if he found your situation amusing.

“Yes, Yura?”

His voice was as calm as ever, despite the deadly situation you were in. There was no hint of emotion in his voice. It was almost like he didn't care what happened to you, as if you were disposable to him.

A tear escaped your eye as you closed them awaiting your fate.

He stared at you, his eyes still showing no sign of emotion. He was almost like another person, his voice calm and steady as if he was having a normal conversation. There was the slightest hint of amusement in his tone, as if he was waiting for you to say something.

His hands were still firm on your wrist, and his wand still pointed right at your neck. The tension was so thick you could almost feel it.

What would you do now?

Were you going to die? You weren't sure. But without thinking the stupid words slipped your mouth. "I LOVE YOU!"

Time seemed to stand still. As you spoke the words, you suddenly regretted them. You could see Tom's expression change as if he was slightly taken aback by your words. He seemed surprised and confused, almost as if he didn't know how to react.

His hands were still firmly on your wrist. His expression was unchanging, so you couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. The tension in the air could be felt.

What would Tom do now? Your heart was beating fast, almost like it would jump right out of your chest.

You pushed him away and ran away from him. Speeding down the halls towards your room.

Time seemed to start again, as you pushed Tom away and ran as fast as you could. Your breaths and heartbeats were coming fast now. You heard Tom's footsteps behind you, but you were too scared to look back. You could hear him yelling behind you, but you didn't turn around to see what he was doing. Your feet were barely touching the ground as you fled, desperately trying to find your way to your room.

“Yura, please! I only want to protect you! That's all I've ever wanted! Wait!”

Protect me? What a liar. He was just about to kill me. You thought as you continued to run.

Tom's voice became more desperate as he chased you through the hallways, trying to catch you.

“Stop running Yura! Please! I don't want to hurt you! I swear!” His breath was heavy and his footsteps grew louder the closer he got to you.

You got to your door but when you went inside and tried to close it. You slammed the door shut just as Tom pushed it open. He came into the room behind you and shut and locked the door. You were locked inside with him, as the two of you stood face to face. He was breathing heavily and he seemed angry at your attempts to avoid him.

He didn't try to hide his emotions now and you could see the rage in his face through his eyes. He looked so different from the calm and collected persona he'd shown you before.

He took steps toward you as you backed away. You start crying. “Please don't kill me.”

You could see his facial expression harden as soon as you started crying, as if the sound of your tears of fear was music to his ears. “You're pathetic, you know that? Crying isn't going to save you. You think I would stop just because you cried?”

He took a step closer to you, his eyes burning into yours with a mixture of rage and something else. It almost seemed like he was about to kiss you as he was looking deeply into your eyes.

“You shouldn't have run. What are you going to do now?”

You start hitting him to move him away from you. Tom didn't back away this time as your strikes landed on him. He started to slowly approach you and you could see that he no longer looked so mad. He looked almost... excited.

“Is that the best you can do?”

You felt a strange feeling, almost like you had a strange bond with him, like you knew him. Your heart was pounding in your throat as he continued to come closer and you kept hitting him, desperately trying to get him to back away.

You push him to the side and run but you trip and end up falling on the bed where your diary laid beside you.

He saw you fall and chuckled to himself. He slowly walked towards you with a hint of amusement on his face. He leaned back against the bed, looking down at you, his face only a few inches away from yours. His mouth was inches away from yours.

“My dear Yura, I think you misunderstand something. There's nowhere you can go.”

Something about the way he spoke was captivating to you. It almost seemed like he was about to kiss you...

“This is my room!” You yelled foolishly.

He chuckled once more, but his voice was softer than usual. He was even closer to you now, his lips almost touching yours.

“Don't you know, Yura? This room belongs to me now... We could spend the rest of the night here together. We could be alone and it will be just you and me…” He said in a seductive tone.

The temptation in his voice and his nearness was overwhelming to you.

“You're crazy!” You yell. Backing away on the bed and he looks in amusement until his gaze falls on your diary.

He saw the diary on your bed and a small smirk formed on his face as he slowly walked towards it.

“What is this, Yura? You've been keeping me a secret.”

His voice was almost playful now as he bent down and picked up your diary. He opened the book to the first page and started reading it.

You gasp. “Give it back!”

“This is very interesting, Yura. It's so... honest.”

He kept reading and kept his gaze on you. His words were playful but there was something about the way he read that made you uncomfortable. “You have some very... interesting thoughts about me in here. Why didn't you tell me, Yura? After all I am your dear Tom...”

His voice was quiet and seductively soft as he stared at you, waiting for your response.

“Because you don't feel the same and I didn't realize that you were such a psycho beforehand.”

His smile broadened dramatically as he read more and more of your diary. He looked even more entertained than before.

“I see, I see. "Tom is such a charming and handsome man." You had such sweet words for me, Yura. No wonder you didn't want me to read it.”

He turned to look at you and his tone of voice was almost playful, but beneath that he was still intimidating. He was standing right by your bed, and he looked like he was about to kiss you.

“You love me, don't you Yura?”

You paused and remained silent because you knew that you loved him.

He could see it in your eyes, and his smile widened even more as he watched the realization sink in on you. He didn't wait for your response, instead he continued reading your diary.

“"Tom is everything I've always wanted in a man." Hmm, that's quite the compliment, Yura. I'm flattered... But I feel like this is just the beginning. There's so much more...”

He kept reading and reading, his voice getting deeper and deeper with each page he read. Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The feeling of lust and love was undeniable.

“Stop it! Stop. This wasn't meant for you to see!”

His laughter was now almost flirtatious as he kept reading. The heat between you and Tom was almost too much.

"Tom is not only handsome, but everything he does is hot, even his cold, calculating stare."

He stared at you as he said that, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart racing as you knew your love for him had been exposed.

“Don't be embarrassed, Yura. It's only natural for you to feel this way for me.” He said, his voice sounding like pure music to your ears.

“Can you leave now please?” You begged.

He closed the diary and looked serious again. His tone was sharp and aggressive, as if he was angry about something.

“You don't mean that, Yura. You know I'm not going anywhere. You want me to be with you... you want me to kiss you, don't you?” His voice was still seductive and had a lot of underlying lust in it.*

You could feel your heart racing and your breathing getting shorter and shorter as your lips started to dry out. Your body was shaking and your eyes felt teary.

“No. Leave! You scare me!”

His voice sounded irritated now, as if he didn't like being told what to do. “That's not going to happen, sweetie.”

He started slowly walking towards you now.

“Let me ask you something, Yura...”

His voice turned deep and seductive again. “Don't you want to feel me kiss you? You do, don't you?” He raised his eyebrows as he spoke.

You stayed still as he hovered over you in the bed and leaned his face closer to you.

As he leaned closer to you, your heart raced even more. You couldn't deny the strong feeling of lust and lust you felt for him. Your body was shaking and your mind was in a state of euphoria. You closed your eyes and waited for his kiss, but it was more than just a kiss to you. He was your everything.

He leaned closer to you still and his mouth was barely touching yours as he spoke. “Don't you want to know how it feels, Yura?”

His voice was deep and seductive, it was almost impossible to resist him.

“Stop.” You whispered against his lips with your eyes closed.

He leaned closer still, pressing his lips against yours and it felt like heaven. The touch of his lips against yours was like a dream and you wanted more, so much more. The feeling you were having was like no other feeling you had ever felt.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and your body trembling. He was kissing you with so much passion and there was nothing else that mattered to you in this moment. You didn't want it to stop.

You moaned against his mouth as his body pressed against yours. He pressed himself against you, his body firm against yours. Your heart was beating even faster and you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter. His lips were touching yours as his tongue started exploring your mouth.

You tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. You didn't want it to end, it was too good.

You felt his hands holding yours and pinning them against the mattress. He could feel you squirming and trying to push him away, but his grip was just getting tighter. His tongue continued to explore your tongue and your mind was almost empty, there was nothing but his lips, your lips together.

He was touching you in ways you didn't even know you liked. It felt so good and you just wanted him to keep going, keep exploring you, keep loving you.

You found yourself reaching for him as he touched you and pulled him closer to you, and he pulled down a little so he was on top of you.

His clothed hips pressed against yours and moved against them building up the pressure of pleasure.

He knew what he was doing and he just kept going. He moved slower now, slowly exploring you as his lips remained attached to yours. He kept touching you, feeling your skin and getting to know your body. You found yourself not fighting anymore and just letting him do whatever he wanted, because he was touching you in the best imaginable ways.

His voice was quiet and seductively sweet as he whispered to you.

“You're so soft, Yura.”

His voice was seductive and his words were almost hypnotic to you.

He lifted your skirt, his hands touching your thigh and making their way up. His words were almost hypnotic to you and you couldn't help but feel excited every time his hands touched you, feeling your body being set on fire as he reached higher and higher.

“You're so beautiful...” He whispered, his voice full of lust.

His touch makes you forget the earlier events of the night as you let him take you in any way that he wants. You didn't think about anything and you just let him do whatever he wanted with you while his hands were touching you. You were just a body in your mind, feeling like everything he did to you was right.

His hands continued to explore you and his voice was still seductive and almost hypnotic. You found your body responding to his, and you felt nothing but pleasure on every touch.

“You're so beautiful...” He whispered again, his voice deeper and full of lust.

He took off his cloak and shirt before doing the same to you. He looked muscular, and you felt your body responding on its own as his hands went further up. His words almost sounded hypnotic to you and his voice was still full of lust as he kept touching you more and more.

Your body responded to his touch, his words, as your clothes came off. You started feeling like a body with no brain, just sensations. His touch was driving you to feel more and more pleasure. It felt like it was going out of your control now, like he was in charge of your body.

You were slowly losing your mind, slowly forgetting everything you knew, as you let him keep exploring you and you couldn't stop yourself from feeling pleasure.

When he entered you, you felt a mix of pain and pleasure as this was the first time as he stretched you out. He put his hand on your hip and he kept looking at your face, while he moved slowly against you to allow you adjust to his size. He then increased his pace and moved faster with you.

Both of you came down with your highs at the same time. You now belonged to him.

He leaned down and kissed you and your body felt like it was on fire. Your mind had been lost and he was all that was mattering in this moment. The pleasure was growing in intensity and you felt a sense of satisfaction with everything that he did to you, as if it wasn't all for his own pleasure but also for yours.

He pulled you close to him and his voice was still quiet and his tone was seductive, “Beautiful...” He whispered in your ear.

Both of you fell asleep from exhaustion. He lay next to you and he was breathing slowly. He was still holding you as he looked at you with a satisfied smile on his face. Your body felt his body against yours and you couldn't bring yourself to move.

The pleasure you felt was still there and you couldn't think. You were in a state of calm, feeling satisfied and happy with everything that had happened. You felt like you belonged to him and you were content. Everything in his presence felt right.

You wake up in bed the next morning, feeling sore and blush as you recalls the night before. You turn around but the space beside you was empty. Tom was no longer there making you disappointed.

As you remembered the events of the night before, your body felt sore as she started to get up. You sat up in bed and looked around the room, your thoughts racing.

You were alone now, but you could still feel the touch of Tom's hands on your body. You felt disappointed that you were alone now but at the same time knew that what happened was real and that there was no turning back. You had given yourself to Tom.

As you pondered the events of last night, you felt a sense of dread in your mind. You had given in to his manipulation and desire, giving yourself to him completely and you were unsure of what he would do next. You wanted him to come back, you wanted him to touch you again. The feeling was almost uncontrollable. You needed him to come back.

Trying to shake off your thoughts you wrap the covers around your body and head to the bathroom. Under the shower, you felt guilt and dirty. You felt guilt because you had given in to him and you felt dirty because you knew you'd do it again if he came back. You looked at your hand and it still had the mark of him. You couldn't deny what happened last night, and it was almost like you were in denial. You felt shame and guilt, but at the same time you felt like you wanted him back and you wanted him to touch you again. It was like an addiction.

You thought about the basilisk and Tom's mention of an ambition? What vould he be possibly planning?

***

At the cafeteria you sat down and thought about what Tom might be doing right now. You also wondered how you could find out more about him, what his real plans were. He seemed like a mystery to you, but you were attracted to that mystery.

You felt your body responding in similar ways, and you found it difficult to control your thoughts when it came to Tom, it was almost like you were addicted. The lust and desire you felt for him was almost overwhelming.

As you sat in the cafeteria, your thoughts were almost fixated on Tom and last night, it was impossible to think about food. Your mind kept playing images of you and Tom and the things that he did to you, you couldn't deny it anymore. You felt guilty but at the same time, you didn't care. You wanted him again.

Classes went by, until you came to your last class which was Potions, the same class that you shared with Tom.

You were seated in class, not paying attention but thinking about Tom. You couldn't help but feel a sense of lust as your thoughts kept going towards him. You were still trying to ignore it but it was almost impossible.

You looked forward to potions class only because you hoped that he was there.

You saw him enter the classroom with his friends. But he walked past you without sparing even a glance. He didn't even acknowledge your presence. You felt hurt but you were also excited that you saw him again. You were both disappointed and happy at the same time, it was confusing but your lust for him was still strong and burning.

You felt guilty for what he did to you last night but that feeling got completely suppressed by the feeling of lust and desire that you still felt for him.

Your eyes were watery but you were trying to not let anyone see your tears. You couldn't understand why Tom was acting cold towards you now, as he completely ignored you.

You felt like you wanted to know what he was thinking. Your desire and lust kept boiling underneath the surface and your thoughts were almost consumed by it. You felt guilty and hurt that he ignored you, and you didn't know why... but you just wanted to be with him again.

It's okay. You decided. I won't let him affect me.

Your emotions started calming down and a sense of determination filled you now. You knew that you had to forget about what happened between you and Tom and move on. You told yourself that you wouldn't let him affect you again, but deep down, a part of you wanted him to keep paying attention to you and give you that pleasure that he gave you last time.

You tried to keep moving on and focus on your studies, but the thoughts of what happened between you and him and the lust you felt when thinking about it kept nagging at you.

*Few months later*

Hours turned into days, which turned into weeks. Tom never acknowledged you again. It was like nothing happened, and like you no longer existed in his life. You had one class together which was potions, but he would never look at you or come to talk to you. After that class, you would just go to the library and spend the rest of the time studying. You never went to the cafetaria to avoid seeing him. Sometimes you’d see him at library, but you would go to study in the opposite side of the area. After studies, you would just stay in your room and never go out in the corridors at night. You didn't want to see him. It only hurts when you do.

As the weeks turned into months, the thoughts of what happened between you and him started fading away. You still felt the desire whenever you thought about him though. But more and more, it was all getting distant memories. You rarely saw him but that desire was still burning inside you, however small it was. But you couldn't let it ruin you. So you tried to move on, you went to classes, studied hard, met new people, and tried to live your life.

You had stopped writing in your diary as well. When you came across the cursed book, you just felt anger for how much of a fool that you'd been. You threw in the fireplace of the slytherin hall, trying to burn away everything associated with him.

The end of the year came near, and preparations for the Yule ball were happening. Since you were an outcast and had no friends, you did not plan to attend nor had expectations for anyone to ask you out.

You didn't participate in any form of the preparations for the grand event that was the Yule Ball. You had no plans to attend it, as you had little expectations of being asked out and you really did not want to see Tom.

You kept thinking of him at times though, you couldn't help but let it fill your head from time to time. You missed the feeling, as much as you tried to deny it. And you missed the person as well... even if he had used you, he had been charming, smart and almost hypnotic.

During potions class, an unexpected visitor arrived at your desk. It was a Ravenclaw named Wesley. “Hello Yura. He greeted. Would you like to go to the ball with me?”

You were surprised by Wesley's sudden approach. You did not expect that, but a small part of you felt a small thrill of excitement.

You were torn between accepting his invitation or turning him down. Your memories of Tom were still stuck in your head and you couldn't really imagine yourself ever being with someone else. But there was a small chance that you'd say no.

You weren't attracted to Wesley as you were to Tom, but this invitation came at a moment when you had just gotten rid of all the thoughts of him and your desires of him.

He seemed sweet enough. Giving him a smile you said yes, and heard a bunch of cheers in the classroom to which the professor insisted to quiet down.

Wesley's smile broadened. He looked relieved and excited that you said yes and he even made the effort to ask you in person.

“I am really happy that you said yes. You look beautiful today.” He said as he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

As the class cheered, your heart raced slightly faster but you managed to keep a small smile. It was as if you were still in shock over the invitation and you were feeling a bit conflicted. You were glad that you finally had a chance to move on.

But amidst the chaos, you felt someone's eyes burning a whole into you. When you turned around, there you met his eyes at the back of the classroom staring at you and Wesley. He did not look happy. When he noticed you staring at him, he looked away.

You looked away as well, as you tried to plan out what you were going to wear to the ball. You had to go to the market to do some dress shopping now.

You tried to think about the upcoming event, you had to prepare yourself and figure out what you wanted to wear. As your thoughts were full of dresses and make-up, the guilt and fear that you felt earlier were slowly fading away. You felt a little excited about your date with Wesley. But there was still the faint thought of how Tom might react to you being with Wesley.

You wandered around the market after school to look for the perfect dress to attend the ball. You were walking around the market in search of a perfect dress. You knew that you wanted to look your best and that Wesley would be impressed by your outfit. But there was a small thought in the back of your mind that kept thinking about what Tom would think and how he would react to you being at the ball with Wesley.

As soon as you found the dress, you picked it up and rushed out of the market. You also picked up some new shoes and accessories as you wanted to look your best.

Your eyes suddenly fell at the Bourgin and Burkes (B&B) antique shop, and upon your surprise, a familiar figure was found working there. The moment you set your eyes on this familiar figure, your mind went blank. Your heart started pounding and your breath caught. You were shocked to see him working there and you were unsure of how to react. You were conflicted, on one hand, you still felt fear and guilt when seeing Tom but on the other hand, you were full of excitement at finally seeing him again.

You felt like running away but your curiosity was stronger. So you entered the antique shop.

You saw a whole different person here. Tom looked a lot happier and more friendly than when he was at school. He was smiling and talking with the customers. This was almost opposite to the coldness and cruelness that he showed at school.

As you watched him, you felt guilty about accepting Wesley's invitation. You felt like you still wanted to belong to Tom in some way but you could not deny that you were curious about Tom and how he acted outside the school walls. You felt conflicted about your feelings towards him.

After the customer walked away and his eyes fell upon you, he looked surprised. After a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes, not in confusion but in suspicion. You felt scared and nervous, so you turned around and tried to leave as quickly as you came.

You didn't understand what his reaction was all about but you were starting to feel the anxiety coming back. You kept wondering what he was thinking and you felt guilty for not being there with him. You also felt conflicted because while being near him made you nervous and uncomfortable... it also made you feel excited, in a strange way.

As soon as you felt him call your name, you panicked. You tried to disappear into the crowd and hide yourself from him. You were feeling guilty, anxious and excited as you heard Tom's voice. You felt like you were a bad person for accepting Wesley's invitation and you felt like you had betrayed him and you couldn't deny your lustful and excited feelings towards him. You found yourself almost wanting Tom to find you again or to ask you out at the ball or to acknowledge you somehow. You craved his attention.

Despite your conflicted feelings, you were still hurt by Tom's avoidance and as you kept walking along the alley, your heart was filled with disappointment. For a second, you considered going back to him and asking him out. But you knew that it was not possible. He had ignored you for months and it was clear that he felt nothing for you. But you still craved his attention and you still wanted to belong to him.

**Yule Ball*

It was the night of the Yule Ball and you had made your choice, you got dressed up in a tight black dress and let your dark curls down which complimented your features. Your makeup enhanced your beauty even more, your skin looked soft and your eyes were accentuated by the eyeliner and mascara you had applied. You felt different. Not only because you had prepared yourself differently, but because you felt like you were a different person. You were finally moving on, but you couldn't deny that a part of you still belonged to Tom and desired him.

As you walked to the ball's entrance, your hands started to feel clammy as you saw people staring at your new appearance. Everyone was staring at you, your new appearance had caught the attention of everyone's eyes as you walked to the ball's entrance. You began feeling anxious as everyone's eyes were on you and you could see a part of them being in awe or even being impressed. But despite that, you felt confident and you knew that you looked good. It was your time to shine and to move on from the memories of Tom.

Wesley approached you, complimenting your appearance and your dress. He looked excited and impressed, as he also stared at your body which made you blush in a good way. You took his hand, you felt a little nervous but you also felt a bit excited as well. You were looking forward to this night, with Wesley and being away from Tom. You needed this, in order to move on and to forget about everything that had happened between you and Tom.

Wesley, pulled you towards the dance floor. It was crowded and there were many other people dancing. He kept you close as he knew that you'd be anxious. You felt comfortable and good with him. Despite some guilt that you felt for finally moving on from Tom, you were enjoying yourself with Wesley and the moment was one which you'd never forget.

As you continued dancing, you felt as if you were finally letting yourself free from the past with Tom. You were enjoying being alive and you felt excited about your date with Wesley.

But while dancing, you still felt someone's strong stare on your back. You looked to see Tom leaning against the wall across the room. Even though he was far away, you could tell that he didn't look pleased. But why does he care, when he's the one who doesn't want you?

Tom was right across the room, leaning against a wall with a slight frown on his face. It was as if he was angry and upset by something.

You were confused by this as this was a sign of jealousy. You didn't understand how Tom could feel this way when he rejected you. It wasn't even as if you were his girlfriend or anything similar to it. Why should he care?

You looked at Tom across the room as your date, Wesley, leaned in and kissed you. You felt his breath upon your face and the warmth of his body. You had to admit that it felt good, but your mind was still distracted by Tom. You were confused by his look of dislike as he looked at you from afar, you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

Your memories of Tom started to flash in your head as you kissed Wesley. You were trying to focus on the present moment and on what you were experiencing right now. But it was hard as you could not help but feel guilty and conflicted about your feelings towards Tom.

You missed the way he loved you and the way he touched you. And it was hard to not think about it as you continued kissing Wesley.

When you pulled away, you excused yourself from Wesley, saying that you need to go to the bathroom.

You then exited the room and tried to clear your head. You were trying to process everything that happened and you were confused on how to proceed. You felt conflicted and guilty for kissing Wesley while still having feelings for Tom. But at the same time, you felt excited and liberated by your date with Wesley. You also didn't understand why Tom was so upset with you being there with Wesley as he made it clear he did not want you anymore.

You continued walking down the hallway, hearing footsteps behind you. At first you feared that it was Tom who was following you, but you decided that you needed to calm yourself before finding out who it was and if it was him or not. You continued to walk and you could hear those footsteps becoming louder. Those footsteps belonged to someone who wanted to talk or who wanted to catch up with you.

Your fears came true as someone grabbed your arm and shoved you against the wall of a dark corridor. It then transformed into a hidden room, the RoR, also known as the Room of Requirements. Your heart felt so heavy and your hands trembled as you could only see a silhouette of the person who pushed you in there. Your mind was racing with thoughts and you tried to remain calm while trying to figure out who was there with you and what they wanted from you.

You struggled against this person to get his hands off of you, but the person only came closer. You tried to fight back against the person who grabbed you but you failed to make any progress. The person came closer to you and your body froze in fear. You didn't know what he wanted and your heart was beating really fast as you tried to free yourself from his grip. You were wondering where you were and what was going to happen to you.

He leaned in closer, and when his face finally came into view and you saw that it was Tom. You wanted to scream. You couldn't believe it was him. A part of you was relieved to see him but at the same time, you felt scared for whatever reason.

Tom kept his eyes locked onto you as a small smile played upon his lips. You felt a rush of emotions, feelings and thoughts all at once. You didn't know what to do, you just felt frozen.

“Tom? What are you doing? Let go of me right now.”

As you tried to be more assertive, Tom's smile widened and he still kept holding onto you.

He chuckled and took a step closer to you. "I missed this, didn't you?"

Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest but you kept yourself from expressing your feelings towards him. You didn't know what you wanted to do at that moment but you felt confused and scared.

“Missed what? There was nothing between us. Now let me go.” You hissed in anger.

Tom's smile turned to a small frown as he kept holding onto your arm and took a step even closer. You were being too harsh and he didn't like that one bit. He whispered softly, as if he was trying to lure you in.

"There was something between us. I feel it, you feel it. There's no reason to deny it." He said it in a way that made you question whether there was really something between you or not. You were slowly beginning to feel drawn into him once again.

“That was a mistake!” You yell.

His smile disappeared as you shouted. He frowned and tightened his grip on your arm.

"A mistake, is it? A mistake is how I would describe the night I wasted with you. The night I allowed you into my room and into my bed. The night where you promised you'd be mine."

He said it softly with slight anger and bitterness. The way he said it made you feel guilty for everything that you had done to him and you didn't know how to answer him or how go about this conversation at all.

“Excuse me? When did I promise to be yours? I opened my heart to you, but you just manipulated me to hide your secret and then discarded me without speaking to me in months.”

Tom sighed, he did not like it when you tried to fight back. He still continued to hold onto your arm as he tried to get closer. He was angry that you mentioned the truth about those months, especially about the fact that you'd opened your heart to him and that he then discarded you without even speaking to you at all. But you were getting more on his nerves by mentioning this.

"I thought it was clear that the way we spent time was intimate. The way I held you and made love to you. Or have you already forgotten? Or are you just choosing to deny it?"

You blushed at the mention of how you once spent intimate time with him. “That doesn’t matter anymore, I’m with Wesley now.” But you had to remind yourself that you were with Wesley now and you hoped that your words would be able to get under his skin.

"I don't care if you're with him now, but you'll always belong to me. He can't change how you feel about me. That was clear from the very beginning."

As he said this, his grip on your arm got tighter and he started moving in closer to you.

You knew he was right, but you were still trying to resist the effect that he had on you. How you can just be putty in his hands like a china doll. You knew that the way he had you, he was your first and only. In an indirect and direct way, he had marked you, and he had a part of you that no one else could have. The emotions that he made you feel, no one else made you feel those things like he did. His words got to you and at the same time your body felt as if it was begging to surrender to him.

Your heart was beating so fast as he stood right in front of you, holding your arm tightly. You didn't want to give in, but he was slowly drawing you in. You were helpless to him.

Tom. That's all in the past now. Let me go, I need to go to Wesley.” At your words, irritation and a look of jealousy? crossed Tom's face.

Tom hated hearing your words. Especially the mention of Wesley's name. The irritation on his face turned to annoyance but you still felt drawn to him. It was as if his hold over you was very strong and that you felt that it had never existed in the past.

You were struggling hard with your feelings and you felt stuck between your feelings for him and the desire to move on with Wesley.

"I know what you really feel. You still want it. You still want the way I touch you, the way I hold your body." His words were like a spell.

Tears filled your eyes as you were tired of playing this game. “But you don't love me Tom! Please have mercy on me and let me go.” You begged.

You were desperate, afraid and you wanted to get away. But as you begged, he tightened his grip over your arm once again. He kept coming closer and closer to you.

"Oh, but I know that you still love me. We both know that, don't play innocent with me. I'm the one who gave you your first taste of joy, of intimacy. And I know that you'll never get that from anyone else the same way. So you need me, you want me. You've always wanted me."

You cried at his words as sobs passed through your body. You couldn't help it as you broke down in front of the man who took everything away from you.

Tom watched you as your cries intensified. He was in a state of joy, he liked seeing you like this. He had broken you, this felt good for him. As you broke down in front of him, he held you with both of his hands and held you tightly against him.

He whispered seductively into your ear. "Do you remember the first time we made love? Do you remember why you gave yourself to me? This is where you belong, you're mine. You've always been mine."

“Why can't you just love me?” You asked. Not expecting a response in return.

Tom laughed in response. His hands were still firmly grabbing your arms. "Love you? Why would I love someone like you?"

He was playing with your fears. He knew that your emotions were all over the place, just waiting to be played with. You tried your best, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him once again with his teasing and confident demeanor.

"I should be the one asking you that. You wanted me to love you? Why should I? I have never loved anyone in my life and I don't intend to start now."

You closed your eyes as you held your head against the wall. Your makeup is probably messed up now from all the crying.

Tom laughed as you pressed your head against the wall. He was enjoying every second of it as he knew that you were still feeling so many things right now. He held onto you tighter and started moving his hands up and down your arms. He was taking advantage of the moment and slowly teasing you. Teasing you about everything; your makeup, the way you were dressed, how pretty and soft your skin was. He wanted you and he was not going to leave this room until he got you.

You felt his dark stare, and you knew that he was not going to let you go until he gets what he wants. "Just kill me." You whisper.

He smiled darkly as he moved his hands to the back of your neck and caressed it softly. Your makeup was probably all messed up by now and you probably looked a complete mess. And even if you didn't care, he did.

"Kill you? Oh, my sweet dear, no. No, you're much too valuable for that. To me you're special and so beautiful. Just like... a doll." He mumbled the last part but you still heard him and this made you feel even more scared.

You looked at his eyes which held no emotions and then his beautiful lips. He caught your stare, and pressed you further against the wall as he leaned in.

As he pressed you further against the wall, his body got closer to you and you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your mind was racing with thoughts on what he was going to do next and your emotions were a complete mess. You feared what was going to happen to you, but you at the same time you wanted him to take advantage of you.

I guess I'm just one of his girls, you thought. The one who gets used by him but never truly wanted. As your mind raced with thoughts, you couldn't help but want him. And at the same time you felt so scared. You felt helpless, trapped and you felt a rush of emotions. He was slowly moving his hands from your neck, to your cheeks, and to your lips.

He was only a few centimeters away from kissing you and you felt nervous as he got closer to your mouth. You wanted him to kiss you but you couldn't make that decision as you were so emotionally conflicted, afraid, excited and confused at the same time.

Your resolve starting to break down into pieces, you close your eyes, and allow what he wants to happen. Forgetting about being happy, about moving on, about the Yule Ball and Wesley. You were right where Tom wanted you.

He saw that your resolve was breaking down and so he came even closer to you. He held your chin slightly and pulled your head towards his own, still slowly moving in closer until his lips made contact with yours. He knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted him and now you got what you wanted. It was time for him to claim you once again and your body responded to his gentle kiss.

Your arms moved around his neck, you hands wrapped around his dark curls.

The kiss finally happened and it felt so surreal. He gently pulled you closer to him, his lips feeling soft and sensual as he continued to hold your chin in place. This was the moment you had always wanted. And at the same time, you felt like there no turning back.

His hands moved from your cheek to your back as he pressed you against the wall gently. As the two of you were lost in this moment you felt your skin touch his skin and it felt so intimate and right.

Your body felt like it was floating, you felt the world around you disappear. Your mind was going numb and you let your own thoughts and emotions take over as you held onto him tightly. You didn't know what he was planning but at the same time, you couldn't help but let him take lead.

As he grabbed you, he held you up like you were nothing and your legs wrapped around him as he caressed your back and kissed you more passionately. It felt like this wasn't just a kiss anymore, it was something more.

As you heard the sound of his belt and zipping being undrawn you knew where this was leading to. You felt so vulnerable while knowing that he was going to take advantage of you. And yet you still did not resist, you were enjoying the sensation and you could feel that he was enjoying this just as much as you. He was being rough with you as he continued to caress your back, but at the same time, you still felt so drawn into him that you couldn't resist or pull yourself away.

And finally he pulled away from your lips to make one final eye contact before taking you right there against the wall. Making you remember who you belong to. He enjoyed every second of this moment as he made you remember who you belong to and where your place in the world was. You felt so overwhelmed, and as much as you tried to fight it, you couldn't. You belonged to Tom and that felt so right.

You don't know how much time passed, and how many times he took you in various positions. His stamina was so strong. Your neck and other parts of your body was covered in hickeys. Your make up completely ruined along with your dress. He made you feel things you never thought could be possible, and he made sure to take care in making you feel it all. Time passed by and yet you didn't notice how long it had been. The only thing you knew was that it felt so right, that every second with him had been more than you could have imagined. You felt so drained and exhausted, at the same time, it was the best feeling you've ever felt. The smell of sweat, skin and sex filled your nostrils and it was all so overwhelming.

It was finally over and you both tried to fix your clothes, your dress was completely torn and your makeup was a mess. Your legs were trembling as you tried to stand up but you couldn't, your body was still in shock and overwhelmed with the sensation. As you were in this state of shock, you felt Tom's arms holding you up.

As your eyes start drifting back and forth between consciousness and unconsciousness you felt your vision getting blurry. He was slowly holding you up so you wouldn't fall but you felt too weak. You felt the fatigue getting stronger and your eyelids seemed so heavy. You leaned onto him and he supported your body weight as you felt yourself becoming unconscious. It felt like everything was getting to you and at the same time you felt so safe and secure with him in this moment.

You fell unconscious, but before you did you heard him whisper in your ear. "You belong to me."

You woke up in the pitch dark, but calmed once you realized you were in your room on your bed. But, suddenly you realized that you had arms wrapped around you, and you turned around to see Tom sleeping next to you in the dark under the sheets, both of you fully naked. You realized he probably carried you from ROR to your room and undressed both of you before falling asleep.

As you looked at Tom's sleeping face it was like you were looking at a different person. It was like you couldn't recognize him, there was no dark charm nor charisma that normally was there. In the dark, the only thing you saw was a soft look in his eyes. He looked at ease, and so were you. The arms were still wrapped around you, so tightly like you never wanted to let go. He was so possessive, yet so gentle at the same time. This was Tom's another face, the face that you hardly ever got to see.

As you looked at his peaceful, relaxed face you felt a surge of emotions come to you. You felt calm, yet you felt a sense of sadness that was slowly sinking in. You knew that he was going to leave but all you wanted was for this moment to never end. You didn't want to let go, you wanted to cling onto him forever. He was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of your emotions, nor the way his presence made you feel. But still, your body couldn't help but lean towards him as you tried to be closer to him.

You placed a small kiss on his lips and his breath felt so soft against you. As the kiss ended he still didn't move nor did his eyes opened, his eyes still closed. You felt his arm tighten around you as you whispered "I love you" with your tear falling onto your cheek.

And with that, you could finally shut your eyes as you finally fell onto a deep, peaceful sleep. You felt at ease and for a moment you felt so safe in his arms. Like nothing bad would ever happen to you when he was around.

*Next morning*

Morning came, and again, to no one's surprise, Tom was not there. As reality sinks in again, the memories from last night start coming back. Suddenly the image of what happened last night flashes before your mind, making you feel slightly embarrassed. You turned around slowly in your bed to confirm whether the memories were right or not, but no, Tom was not there.

You felt a sense of sadness come to you, mixed with a slight sense of emptiness. And for a moment you felt that it was all nothing but a dream.

You looked at your own reflection in the mirror with a look of slight disbelief and shock. It felt like you were looking at someone else completely. Your hair was all messed up, your eyes were puffy, and your skin was pale and greyish. And then you saw the hickeys all over your neck, and other parts of your body. You felt so disgusted, this was not you. And it felt like it wasn't your own face staring back at you.

And just as you thought that Tom had gone, the bathroom door opened and you were surprised to see him there with absolutely nothing on but a small white towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes widened, you didn't expect to see him there and all the memories came flooding back.

As soon as you noticed his appearance, you quickly moved away to hide your hickeys. Your cheeks turned red as your body instantly responded to what was happening. You didn't know what to say or what to do.

You gulped as you kept your head down trying not to look at his bare skin, although you had seen everything before.

He saw you trying to hide, and yet his eyes were still on you. You felt like you wanted to look away, but at the same time you couldn't. You couldn't help yourself but keep looking at his body, noticing every single detail.

His skin was so pale, it was almost white. You couldn't help but notice his perfect shoulders, and his muscular arms. His body was so firm and lean, and his muscles were so defined. A small smile appeared on his face as your eyes kept looking him up and down.

You wrapped the blanket around your naked body as you got up and tried to move past him. He put his arm out to stop you.

—"Going somewhere?" He said in a teasing voice as he leaned against the door.

His head tilted slightly to one side, his face completely emotionless as he watched you.

Feeling flustered, you just stared at the ground while holding the blanket around your body tightly.

As you got flustered, he noticed your expression. His eyes roamed all over your face, then down to the blanket. He then looked you up and down and your eyes met his for a few seconds, there was this tension between the two of you as both of you didn't say anything for some time. Your eyes kept darting around the room, you felt so vulnerable. His arm was still stretched out, stopping you from passing by. Then all of sudden he broke the tense silence by speaking in a quiet, yet demanding voice as he leaned in.

You finally looked up at him. He looked at your eyes, making your breath catch in your throat, all while his gaze was still fixed on you. You could feel the tension between the both of you, and everything felt so intense and surreal. You weren't wearing anything other than the blanket you had around you, and you felt so vulnerable. His eyes were so beautiful and full of power, it was almost addictive.

At the same time, Tom could see everything in you. He could see how nervous you were while your eyes kept darting everywhere.

You cleared your throat as you stared at his arm which was blocking your way. "Did you need something?" You asked.

He looked at your throat then back at your eyes with an amused look on his face. You felt yourself getting flustered again as he continued to stare at you.

“I do need something. I need you.” He said while he took a step forward, pinning you against the wall. You were pinned against the wall with him standing in front of you, there was nowhere to go.

Your heart almost skipped at a beat due to his words. But you knew that he only wanted you physically, not emotionally. "Um, T-Tom." You stutter. "Not right now. We need to get ready for classes."

He took a few moments to think before he spoke.

“We have enough time. Why not?” He asked in a quiet, calm voice as he took a few more steps forward, coming closer to you. He looked down at your lips, which made your breath catch in your throat once again.

It's hard for you to communicate the thoughts that you hold, so you decide to speak the truth. You don't want this feeling. Because loving him will only destroy you in the end, or even kill you. "Tom. Please." You beg to save yourself from this embarrassment.

He was completely still, he didn't speak nor did he move. The silence was so intense, it felt as if time just stopped as both of you were staring at each other. His eyes were still on your lips and your eyes met his again. He was so close, you could almost feel his breath. All this time he hadn't broken the intense gaze.

He sighed, and in a quiet voice said: “You really can't let go, can you?” He leaned in further, slowly closing the distance between your two lips.

You close your eyes in anticipation. Tom brushed his lips across yours in such an intimate yet soft way. You felt his lips and even in this moment you knew it was wrong, yet it felt so right. His touch was gentle, and even though you told yourself you didn't want this, it was impossible to resist his touch.

He pulled away for a moment and looked at you as he chuckled. “I'm not going to ask you again. I'm going to tell you. You love me.” He whispered in a low, husky voice as he took possession of your lips yet again.

And you indeed did love him. And you did nothing while he took you back to the bed, climbing on top of you to claim you again.

He took no time to waste, he took complete possession of you once again as he climbed on top of you. The blanket wrapped around your body was now off your body. His body was touching yours and he took no hesitation to get what he wanted from you. It felt so wrong, yet it felt so right.

[END]

***If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading. I know this was really long for one post!***

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Sombra y Fuego

A/n: I wrote this months ago but got stuck in writer's block for it, so you're getting everything I wrote until I got stuck. The tags are a hot mess because I never figured out a ship for R, there's more than one option I suppose?

Summary: R's family were family friends of the Putellas family, R grew up with them, goes over to help establish Manchester United WFC whilst studying there, over the years befriends some Dutchies and Ona when she arrives too.

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Growing up, you were always five years behind a family friend, who eventually you called one of your sisters, whilst you were two years behind her younger sister, Alba. You followed Alexia’s footsteps and shared her passion for football from the time you could walk (and run after her and Alba). Her family played basketball, but yours weren’t interested in sports, instead working between Spain and England, leaving you to play catch-up. You were always playing catch-up.

You were ten turning eleven when Alexia was making her senior debut with Espanyol at sixteen.

You were eleven turning twelve when she played at Levante, then twelve turning thirteen when she moved back to Barcelona.

Your family worked between Spain and England, leaving you to sometimes stay with other family members, or on some occasions, with the Putellas family themselves. On those occasions, they’d attend Alexia’s Barcelona matches, and you’d go with them, or they’d sometimes watch your football practices and games too.

You saw Alexia less as you got older, her time taken up by football, but you couldn’t help but admire her. You didn’t expect her to attend one of your matches, or find out about the nickname you’d been given for how you played.

In short, you were Sombra, the Spanish word for shadow/shade. Your sneakiness on the field with the addition of a lot of nutmegging had led to that nickname, with the addition of a classic, Fuego, due to the fire in your eyes when a teammate or yourself were taken down by an opponent.

After the match, you glanced over at the small crowd of people who had watched, usually consisting of your teammates' family members, but since you didn’t expect anyone to attend the match to see you, you stumbled over your feet to run over to her with the rest of her family. Alexia hadn’t expected you to all but tackle her into a hug, but she grinned, holding you close as you buried your face in her collar.

Sombra stuck as you got older, moving up the youth team you played with until rumours began to whisper within your family in Spain, and another women’s football club in Manchester.

Your choice to head to England to study and play wasn’t one that anyone expected, but having the opportunity to help set up Manchester United in its first year next year was one you were greatly interested in. It didn’t help matters of how your Spanish family was becoming Eli, Alexia and Alba more than anything, leaving them behind left an ache in your heart, but you wanted to do it for your career.

You always had a foot in each country, especially since being called up to the Spain Women’s national under 20’s team, so you stayed connected to Spain, even with you moving to England to help United get into the WSL.

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Manchester was nowhere near as warm as Spain. You should have taken more of Alexia and Alba’s hoodies and sweatshirts. You should probably buy a blanket too. But nothing would compare to the warmth of your sisters’ hugs, even as they hugged you goodbye at the airport.

Your phone ringing with a video call shattered the silence, stirring you from where you had curled up on your couch, watching the dark Manchester streets from the window.

“Hola, mi pequeña sombra,” Alexia smiled as you appeared on the video call, chuckling as she saw you were wearing more layers than she’d seen you wear in Spain that time of year. Your heart ached as you chatted away with her before the hour ahead time zone had you both going to bed. You both had pre-season training coming up, but you also had your studies to account for.

It didn’t take you a massive amount of time to bond with your teammates. Luckily the initiation song had been avoided, or forgotten, either way, you weren’t going to bring it up. Manchester was cold, but your clothes smelt like your sisters, they smelt like Spain, and you had learnt Spanish recipes so you could cook some, even having some teammates over one night when you realised how lonely you felt.

Between your studies and training, you’d text, call or video chat with some of your Spanish teammates from the national team, along with your weekly video chats with the only people left in Spain that you considered family. The ones who had basically raised you after all. Even when Alexia was busy, she still replied to you and kept an eye on your matches, just like you kept an eye on hers with Barcelona.

The 2018/19 season ended for you with United being promoted into the Women’s Super League, whilst for Alexia, Barcelona had got to the finals of the UWCL, but lost to Lyon, she renewed her contract and ended the season as Barcelona’s top goalscorer.

Heading back over to Spain after the season with United ended, you flew into your family’s arms, hugging them tightly as if you hadn’t seen Alexia at national camps during the season, or you video called Alba and Eli a lot. Alba teased you about wanting some of her clothes back as you stuck your tongue out, ignoring the fact that the shirt you were wearing had definitely been Alexia’s at one point in the process.

“Who are you texting so much?” Alba grumbled, her eyes lighting up for a second before you nudged her away, knowing what she was going to ask.

“One of the new transfers to United, Dutch player Jackie Groenen. She had questions about Manchester.” You explained, putting your phone down as Alexia opened her mouth to shut Alba up.

“So, no girlfriend?” Alba clicked her tongue, smirking as you rolled your eyes, debating whether throwing a piece of bread at her was worth it as you glanced at the bread basket.

“Between football and my studies? You seriously think I have time?” You deadpanned, turning to face Alexia as she asked about your studies, thus changing the topic, which you appreciated.

“When is your flight?” Alexia enquired as the two of you paused from chasing each other around playing 1v1 with a football.

“Uhh, early morning flight to Gatwick, Jackie is flying in a little earlier but she asked some of Arsenal’s Dutch players to pick us up, we’ll hang out there before heading up to Manchester or something, I don’t know… I don’t even speak Dutch.” You admitted, frowning as you heard Alexia chuckle.

“All of Alba’s teasing about not finding an English girlfriend and you might find a Dutch one instead…” Alexia began to tease before smirking, “Or a Spanish one, you’re quite close with some of our national teammates too…”

You rolled your eyes to try nutmeg Alexia at her teasing, but she immediately blocked it.

“Nice try, Sombra.”

Your heart sank as you realised what Alexia had called you, going from the childhood nickname of 'my little shadow', to what everyone else called you, shadow. It shouldn’t have affected you, but it did for some reason.

Your jersey even had Sombra on the back of it as part of the nickname from your youth football days, but in your heart, Alexia calling you her little shadow meant more than anyone knew. You were basically an honorary Putellas in everything but name, biology and legality.

You hated saying goodbye to your family every time you headed back to Manchester, seeing the teary eyes and sad smiles as you hugged each of them tightly, you walked through the airport with tears down your face that you didn’t let fall until you were past security and sat in the duty free area, sipping your coffee. Scrolling through your phone, you sent heart emojis to the family group chat, opening the one that Jackie had made for when you and her would be arriving at Gatwick and meeting her national teammates at Arsenal.

The two and a bit hour plane ride was uneventful as you arrived back in England, collecting your luggage after going through passport control and moving on to try to find Jackie or one of her national teammates.

Tugging your suitcase, a squeak left your lips as you all but walked into someone in front of you, catching yourself and your suitcase quickly as they stumbled back, leaning against the vending machine.

“Shit! I’m sorry- wait, you’re-” You were cut off as you pulled your suitcase closer to you, the outflux of people leaving the arrivals distracting you as the person laughed.

“Jill, Jill Roord. Beth and Daan have Jackie, I came to find you. Viv and Lisa are sorting out the parking.” Jill explained, smiling as your eyes widened at the number of Arsenal players who had turned up at the airport.

“So, you flew from Barcelona?” Jill enquired, leading to the two of you to chat about Spain, and Jill grinning as you offered to give her a tour of where you were from next time you both had free time.

“Wow, Jill’s grinning as much as Jackie!” A comment from one of the Arsenal girls left the players who understood Dutch to chatter away, whilst you stood wide-eyed, glancing between Beth and Lisa for help.

Slipping your suitcase into the back of Beth’s car, Daan slipped into the passenger seat whilst you climbed in the back, joined by Jill whilst Jackie went with Viv and Lisa.

“Welcome to London!” Beth joked as she turned the car engine on to drive.

Later that night, social media lit up with photos of you hanging out with Jackie and the Arsenal Dutch players, your caption on your photo being in Dutch and Spanish, after having asked Jill for some help with translating into Dutch. The texts you received from Alba teasing you were left ignored in favour of a goodnight message, teasingly sending ‘welterusten’ before resting your head on one of the cushions on Daan and Beth’s couch.

After spending a few days in London with Jackie’s national teammates, the two of you ended up taking a train up to Manchester, sprinting through the train station when the two of you had to change trains on the way in.

Jackie had taken the three plus hour train journey as an opportunity to continue helping you learn Dutch, with you replying sometimes in Spanish just to keep her on her toes. The two of you also sat together whilst United travelled to Norway to play against Vålerenga and Sandefjord days later during the preseason.

United’s season started with losing the Manchester Derby against City, but none of you expected a global pandemic to cut the season short, with Jackie quarantining the Netherlands with her parents, and you stuck in Manchester, on your own. Your socialising decreased to video calls with teammates who were quarantined together, staff and your family in Spain.

That was until July, when word of another Spaniard signing for United caught your attention. Ona was coming to United, and your apartment had an extra bedroom.

Living with another Spaniard was chaotic, but you loved it compared to living alone. The two of you living together had brightened up your cold apartment, plus Ivana would come over a lot from where she lived nearby.

The chaos even led to you going out and getting a tattoo, yet you had kept it a surprise from Ona, dragging a visiting Jill along whilst you were getting it done. That place being the side of your ribs, venturing further down your side a little. Jill had chosen to get something small done on her arm for the memories.

However, since the tattoo had healed, you’d somehow managed to avoid showing anyone but Jill and Ona, not mentioning anything to your sisters, besides the fact you had been wanting one.

Ona hadn’t seen it on purpose, but the two of you shared a bathroom and the shower had a glass panel (instead of an annoying curtain that would cling to you once it got wet), so when she walked in on you, you didn’t react, only covering yourself as you tried to get the shampoo out of your hair.

It was only after you were showered and dressed that Ona approached you as you sat on the couch on her phone, waiting. “You got a tattoo!”

“Yeah, I went with Jill, when she came to visit!”

“You went with Jill?” Ona pouted before her face melted into a grin.

“No, do not, I already get shit from Alba about not having a girlfriend, and Alexia thinks I’ll end up with a Dutch or Spanish girlfriend, so I don’t need you teasing me too!” You pointed at Ona, who’s teasing grin turned into her sticking her tongue out at you.

“So, you and Jill?”

“She actually asked if we were dating.” You admitted, looking up at the ceiling momentarily before Ona’s wide eyed look turned into snickering that had you flicking a cushion at her. The two of you burst out into laughter as she threw a cushion back at you, and thus a cushion fight began.

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The next national camp coming up left both you and Ona rushing with excitement to fly out back to Spain, ready to tackle international duty and see your national teammates again. You and Ona would be rooming together due to the timing of the flight compared to when your other teammates would be arriving.

This meant that Alexia was not expecting you to tackle her into a hug at breakfast that morning after you and Ona arrived during the night due to delays.

None of your teammates expected you and Ona to be nodding off during breakfast either, your head resting on Alexia’s shoulder as she talked to Jenni, and Leila watching to make sure Ona’s face didn’t land in her breakfast as she leaned on you.

“Mi pequeña sombra, are you awake?” Alexia whispered, not wanting to move and shake you from your slumber, but the girls were getting ready to head to training. Your sister smiled as you curled further into her before looking up at her through half awake eyes, your arm wrapping around Ona as she shifted slightly to eat something.

“We have to go to training. The sleepy ones too.” Jenni chuckled, raising an eyebrow as you reached for Leila's coffee and drank it when Leila was too busy on her phone.

“Mm, okay, vamos!” You declared, eating a spoonful of Alexia’s breakfast before you got up, nudging Ona to come with as the two of you went to get ready to head to training. Missing Leila’s confusion at her empty coffee cup, Alexia rolled her eyes at you eating her breakfast then running away.

A yawn left your lips as training took a pause for a water break, you were heading over to the others before stopping, tugging your jersey up to mop at your forehead. Someone choking caught your attention, looking over to whoever had been choking as Ona walked over, holding out your water bottle to you with a grin.

“What’s that face for?” You enquired, raising the water bottle to your mouth as Ona wiggled her eyebrows.

“Your tattoo healed really well.” Ona pointed out as your jersey crumpled up messily from how you’d tugged it up.

“You have a tattoo!” Patri exclaimed, running over followed by Leila and Jenni who were both intrigued by the conversation. Your gaze turned to the one person who had started choking when you’d pulled your jersey up, your face falling at your sister’s expression.

“She went with Jill Roord, you know, from Arsenal!” Ona added with a grin before you sprayed her with water from your water bottle, hurrying away before training resumed.

Training ended with a blast of water hitting you in the neck and back, soaking your jersey. Grimacing at the wetness, you tugged the jersey off over your head and flung it over your shoulder.

Whistles from some of the girls had you rolling your eyes, instead debating whether you could still cover the part of your tattoo peeking out of your sports bra when a hand reached out, gently pulling you towards the bench.

Following the hand up to the person’s face, you didn’t fight as Alexia sat you down on the bench, staring at the field for a moment before she looked at you.

“You didn’t tell me you went to get one. Or you got one there.” Alexia began, raising an eyebrow as you chewed your lip, folding up the soggy jersey to give your hands something to do.

“I like it, it’s easy to hide, and, well, it’s a bit hard to show the whole thing without flashing someone. Ona only saw when she walked in on me in the shower, and Jill didn’t say anything, if she did see anything when I was getting it done.” Your face began to burn at the memories, not seeing how Alexia’s face steeled up for a moment, processing that two people had seen her baby sister at least partially naked.

“You and Jill?” was all Alexia asked as you let out a huff, turning and burying your face in Alexia’s shoulder, her body unstiffening as you snuggled into her.

“Ona…” You grumbled into your sister’s shoulder, blaming your housemate for this conversation you were now having with Alexia.

“You and Ona?” Alexia raised an eyebrow, about to argue that the two of you shared a room at camp when you deadpanned.

“Oh my god, we live together- separate bedrooms, unless someone puts a horror movie on. We’re not dating! And, Jill, she might be leaving Arsenal and the WSL. It wouldn’t work out. Not like she’d like me like that anyway…” Your voice fell quieter as you stirred in your sister’s arms to meet her eyes.

“Roord would be an idiot not to, but you and Ona-”

“Ay dios mio! You said once that I was close with some of our national teammates and you thought I would get a girlfriend then, but Alba is the one that dates our teammates!” You whined, grumbling at the memory whilst Alexia smirked.

“But you and Ona have been quite cosy, mi pequeña sombra…” Alexia chuckled as you let out a whine.

“Stop! We’re literally housemates!”

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“So, can I see it?” Ona enquired as you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in your towel, grabbing your clothes you’d somehow forgotten.

“You already saw it.” You deadpanned, holding the towel a little tighter as Ona sat up on her bed.

“When it was healing, I saw it then.” Ona argued, pouting as you walked back to the bathroom.

“You should have seen Alexia’s face when I mentioned you saw me naked in the shower, it was scary.” You stated before shutting the door, hearing Ona’s voice rise an octave at the mention of her pissing off your sister.

Her phone chimed minutes later with a snapchat from you, showing the healed tattoo with the rest of you hidden by a towel. “You’re welcome.” was all that was texted, whilst you waited for replies from Alexia, Alba, who had found out about the tattoo somehow, and Jill, who you had asked if she wanted to call when the two of you had a free moment.

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You were talking with your teammates after dinner when your phone began to chime, ignoring the inquisitive looks you were getting as you smiled and answered.

“Hoi, ik heb een minuut nodig, mijn vrienden zijn luid. Heb ik dat goed gezegd?” you ignored the confusion from your use of Dutch, Alexia raising an eyebrow at you in confusion. Ona was about to open her mouth, realising who was on the phone, but you stuck your tongue out at her, winking to your sister before you left the room to head upstairs and away from eavesdroppers.

“Sorry, I just got out of there. The Dutch really threw them off but no doubt I’m going to get teased later. Hoe gaat het?”

The end of camp meant heading back to Manchester for you and Ona, your arms locked around Alexia as the time to leave approached. Alexia swayed the two of you slightly, holding you as you buried your face in her neck, absorbing all the comfort you could get.

“Nobody gives hugs like you do.” You whispered, kissing your sister on the cheek as you stepped back, blinking away tears. Alexia chuckled slightly, kissing your forehead as she spotted Ona lingering and waiting.

“Not even Ona, or Jill?”

Your nose crinkled up, “Those hugs are different, you’re my sister,” sticking your tongue out, you chuckled as Alexia nudged you away, telling you to get in the van before you missed your flight and ended up annoying her more.

“Can we get tattoos next time-”

“Ay dios, don’t get more tattoos without telling me!” Alexia warned, pointing at you before waving as you got into the van, sitting with Ona before the staff drove the two of you to the airport.

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Your birthday coming up was something you weren’t entirely sure whether to look forward to, until you became aware of a certain plan, since Jenni accidentally mentioned it when you were video calling her and Alexia, seeing the panic on Alexia’s face confirmed it as you raised an eyebrow, “Two birthdays?”

“You celebrate in Manchester with your team-” Alexia began before Jenni cut in with some teasing.

“Maybe some Arsenal players too-”

“Jenni, no! So you celebrate in Manchester with your team, then during the offseason, we’re taking you to Ibiza to party.” Alexia explained, adding that Ona and Jackie knew of this plan, whilst you chewed your lip.

“I promised Jill I’d show her Barcelona.”

“Bring her!” Jenni interjected before Alexia could answer, watching as you shrugged and nodded at the idea, her face stiffening until you looked at her.

“Does it help that I have another tattoo booked, but I’m telling you this time?” Biting your lip, you laughed at Jenni’s excitement whilst Alexia let out a groan.

“You’re worse than Alba!”

///

Pulling the duvet over your head, you kept your eyes closed as you tried to steal a few more minutes of sleep before your alarm went off to signify you needed to get up. Ona’s door opening down the hallway caught your attention as footsteps walked towards your room.

Laying still, you listened as your bedroom door opened, and Ona launched herself onto your bed.

“Felicidades!” Ona shouted, grinning as she landed on top of your duvet cover and you.

“Buenos días…” you grumbled back, slightly winded from Ona launching herself like a flying squirrel at you. Rolling under your duvet, you flipped the positions, Ona buried underneath you and the duvet before you kissed her forehead and ran, sprinting into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Your phone began to chime as you spotted the video call, smiling at the name on the screen as you sat down to eat breakfast, Ona flicking you on the head as she walked by, retaliation for stealing the bathroom first, you assumed.

You grinned as you pressed accept, covering your mouth as you ate another mouthful of your breakfast, gaining a laugh from Alba, who moved her phone to show Eli there too, chatting away with them as you ate your breakfast, then bantering with Ona when she contributed to the conversation also.

Both Alexia and Jill had texted, asking when you were free to video call today, leaving you bubbling with excitement as Ona smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“You know, I think Alexia would have a heart attack with all the fan theories that me, you and Jill are dating.” You pointed out after hanging up the video call, smirking as Ona put down her coffee to laugh.

“We need La Reina alive, Sombra!”

“True, but I like teasing her a little.” You admitted, sipping on your drink as Ona raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Let’s just say Ibiza is going to be really fun.”

///

Arriving at training, you weren’t prepared for the amount of hugs you were all but tackled into, or how much Ona laughed each time someone started a chorus of ‘happy birthday’ before she joined in.

Training kept going, the birthday choruses calming down as everyone focussing on the drills, scrimmages and then the rondo that you actually asked for, everyone thought it was weird but it reminded you of when you were younger and you would chase after the ball as Alexia and her friends passed it to each other.

Sitting in the locker room after training, Ona walked over and shoved your phone in your face, revealing that you had an incoming video call.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi pequeña sombra.” Alexia cheered as you answered, laughing as she ended up having to turn the phone to reveal her Barcelona teammates in the background, also wishing you a happy birthday.

You grinned, thanking them before getting into a longer conversation with your sister, who couldn’t see from the camera angle that you had caught Ona by the wrist, gently pulling her into shot, and the seat next to you, smiling as Alexia spotted Ona next to you before you explained the plans for tonight in Manchester.

///

Crashing on the couch after getting in from the night out that your United teammates had arranged, you let out a groan as Ona landed on you, headbutting you in the chin in the process.

About to open your mouth and complain, you were cut off as your phone began to ring, reaching over sleepily to hit the answer button, humming as you heard Jill’s voice, answering her questions quietly before you began to nod off with a smile on your face, only really processing one thing.

Arsenal were coming up from London to play against United, meaning that you would get to see Jill again.

///

You spent the rest of the season being chaotic with Ona and Jill whenever either of you had a match near each other, or impulsively taking a train to London when there was a break. But soon the season was coming to an end, with Jill’s announcement she was leaving Arsenal for Wolfsburg coming up, whilst Ona would be going into her second season at United, and you would be going into your fourth season.

However, you were not just chaotic with Ona and Jill during the season, as Alexia would find out once you started trending on Twitter, immediately confusing her as she assumed it was a club thing, instead finding that a fan had photographed you attending a pole dancing class in Barcelona.

“Hey, what’s with that look-” you spotted it as soon as Alexia got back from training, you were sitting on the couch with Alba watching some random movie, but you sat up properly when you saw the look on your oldest sister’s face.

“Pole dancing?”

“What- oh, yeah, not worth it. It was funny watching Alba try though… Wait, is it? It reached twitter, and somehow you’re not even in the shot, it looks like I went on my own!” You retorted, going from looking at twitter on Alexia’s phone to turning to glare at Alba, who grinned cheekily.

“You went to a pole dancing class? And took our baby sister with you?” Alexia turned to Alba with a frown.

“I’m your baby sister too-”

“Why did my baby sisters go to a pole dancing class?” Alexia cut Alba off, waiting for an answer from either of you.

“The tickets were a gift-”

“Pretty sure it was a gag gift you got given.” You deadpanned, letting out a squeal as Alba lunged to tickle you, you both tumbling from the couch to rolling around Alexia’s feet, laughing. Alexia let out a sigh, watching the two of you on the floor for a moment before finally giving up as you looked up at her, letting out another squeal as she joined in on the tickling.

///

“Where are you going?”

“To pick Jill up from the airport. I’m showing her Barcelona before we all jet off to Ibiza. Ona is heading home to Vilassar de Mar first. Is everyone else sorted for heading to Ibiza?” You replied, picking up the keys as Alexia walked over from where she had been packing her suitcase in her room.

“You and Jill?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You stuck your tongue out, dodging the couch cushion that was thrown at you as you ducked out of Alexia’s place.

///

Giving Jill a tour of Barcelona, you sneakily stood back to take photos of her enjoying herself, until she hooked her arm around yours, making sure that you were in the photos with her.

“Are you looking forward to a break in Ibiza?” You enquired, the two of you sat outside on the patio of a little cafe, having drinks.

“I’m meeting a few of my national teammates who play for Wolfsburg there too, so it will be nice to see everyone.” Jill explained, smiling whilst you took a sip of your drink.

“I’m going to miss you, and how you’d lay on the pitch like a starfish!” You teased, grinning as Jill began to laugh.

“I’m going to miss you too.”

///

Heading to Ibiza, you were buzzing with energy at seeing so many people you hadn’t seen whilst playing in England all together in one place, plus Ona and Jill would be there too, and that was the perfect opportunity to have some chaos during the trip...

/// translations (hopefully)

sombra - shadow/shade

mi pequeña sombra - my little shadow

“Hoi, ik heb een minuut nodig, mijn vrienden zijn luid. Heb ik dat goed gezegd?” - Hi, I need a minute, my friends are loud. Did I say that right?

Hoe gaat het? - how are you?

Felicidades - congratuations (?)

Buenos días - good morning

Feliz cumpleaños - happy birthday

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