#mine said 'you take notes. we'll play them' on the back

[onlybeeewrites]

Meadow's Lullaby

Requests: Yes!

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader, onesided Coriolanus x reader, platonic Lucy Gray x reader

Warnings: none, this is a fluffy one....for now :)

Word count: 1.3K

The Valley Song Series: Part 1 <- -> Part 3

Author's Note: You guys are literally so amazing??? Thank you so much for showing your love for The Valley Song. I came up with this idea and direction so hopefully you all enjoy it. Thank you, lovies! Also once again, because I love Maiah Wynne, the music below is what the reader plays :)) Also this was just so much fun to write

You were a lot shyer than Lucy Gray. That was one of the first things that came to Coriolanus' mind as he watched Lucy Gray pull you over as the performance ended for the night. Maude Ivory had taken your old wooden guitar from you as the rest of the Covey put their instruments away and gathered all the donations from around the Hob.

Your shy and bashful nature had intrigued Coriolanus greatly, but it had with Sejanus as well. He could tell so as his...friend's face got more pink in his cheeks as you neared. A curiosity in his eyes as you neared.

"Y/N, It is finally time for you to meet my boy, Coriolanus Snow. And this is his fine friend, Sejanus," Lucy Gray had introduced them. Her boy, he thought to himself with great distaste. Coriolanus did not belong to anyone, and his little songbird counted. He was not one to be owned. He owned others.

"Y/N here is my older cousin. Just by a year though so it ain't nothing fancy." Lucy Gray said with a laugh, causing you to shyly roll your eyes at your cousin's words. It was clear this wasn't the first time this was brought up in any sort of conversation.

"A pleasure to meet you, Y/N" Coriolanus said with a charming smile and a nod as Lucy Gray let go of her cousin's hand and moved to step beside Coryo, her arm going around his waist.

You gave him a bit of a shy smile as you gave him a nod, "The pleasure is all mine, Coriolanus. I cannot thank you enough for bringing my cousin back to us. I owe you," you chuckled. And even your chuckle was like soft wind chimes; soft.

Sejanus could not help but look to you in some sort of admiration. Even by the look in your eyes, you were gentle kind, and compassionate. Even after all you had been through with losing your family, singing for your dinners, almost losing your cousin...you were still kind. Almost like him.

Your eyes moved to look at him and you could feel your face heating up. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful, especially to be somewhere like here in District Twelve. You couldn't help but wonder what he had done to be sent there.

"Pleasure to meet you Sejanus.." You say after a moment of almost staring at each other, realizing the silence may have gone on for a little bit too long. In the corner of your eye, you see your cousin smirking at you, glancing up at Coryo as if she had planned this sort of meeting all along.

"Trust me....the pleasure is all mine. You were uh...you were amazing up there by the way," Sejanus said nervously, though the smile stayed on his face.

The bashful smile returned to your lips at his almost too-kind words. "Why thank you. I don't sing on my own very often so I'm pleased you enjoyed it,"

Lucy Gray grinned before remembering. "Oh! I almost forgot. The Covey, we're all making a trip out tomorrow. You both should join us!" she offered.

Coriolanus and Sejanus both shared a look. They both had nothing else to do. So after a moment of sharing a look, Coriolanus smiled slightly and nodded, "We'd love to,"

Lucy Gray almost squealed with excitement, "Oh perfect. You boys are going to love it. Coryo, come by our house by mornin', alright? We'll see you both tomorrow," she said with a grin, taking your hand and rushing back towards the rest of the covey.

You turned and gave them both one last wave and smile before being pulled backstage, leaving the two boys in almost awe: Sejanus being more obvious.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Sejanus sighed.

When tomorrow finally came, the two boys made it to the small Covey home on the edge of the Seam. And by an hour after sunrise, you all started the hike up to the lake. You lingered behind talking with Barb Azure, listening to Maude Ivory singing and Lucy speaking with Coryo. Halfway through you lingered back, falling back in step with Sejanus.

After hours of hiking, you all made it to the lake and set your things down. The heat was seemingly unbearable, and many of the covey found their way to the lake, aching to cool off their skin with the cold water.

You decided to join them later. Moving to settle under one of the nearby trees, you fixed your old dress before pulling your guitar onto your lap. Your delicate fingers started to string along to the song that Lucy Gray would sing whenever anyone had any nightmares.

As you played you failed to see Sejanus, who was about to join the others in the water before spotting you on your own. He didn't think twice before he made his way over to you, taking a seat a little next to you.

You looked up in surprise, pausing the strumming of the delicate cords. "Sejanus. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming," you add with a smile, flattered and almost happy that out of everything, he wanted to come and sit with you.

"Well I saw you were on your own, figured you could use some company," he used as an excuse, feeling his face warm; though with the heat of the day, it was hard to tell the difference. "What were you playing? I sounded pretty," he then asked.

"Oh, it was just some music I wrote for one of Lucy Gray's songs. She calls it Deep in the Meadow. She usually sings it when Maude Ivory has a nightmare or trouble sleeping. I figured I could add some music to help," you explain, looking at him, flushing as you realize that he never once had taken his eyes off you.

And how beautiful his eyes were. You could see the kindness and admiration, they were captivating and warm. And it all caused a fluttering within your stomach.

"You wrote that all yourself?" He asked in amazement, and as you nodded he gave a small whistle, "That is incredible....could you play something else you wrote?" he asked hopefully before he quickly added in what seemed to be panic, "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to, I just...your playing is beautiful.."

His words made you grow flustered, but you gave out a small laugh. Something about him allowed you to feel comfortable where you had never felt comfortable before. There were very few people outside the covey that you would do this with, Sejanus may have just been the quickest that you allowed.

"No...no, I don't mind," you quickly reassured him before playing another song you had written, leaving the capital boy silent as he admired the music you had created.

As you both were having your moment, playing him your music, neither of you was aware of the pale eyes that were watching from the water. Coriolanus felt his jaw clench at the sight of them, how Sejanus was able to chat you up about whatever it was.

What were you both talking about? He hated that he didn't know, that he wasn't in the loop, that he couldn't control whatever it was that came from Sejanus' mouth.

Lucy Gray gently climbing onto his back, wrapping her arms around him to keep afloat snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I think they'd make a mighty fine couple, wouldn't you say?" she asked, rather pleased with her match-making skills. Coriolanus on the other hand, wasn't as pleased. But regardless he nodded.

"Hm. She seems a fine match for Sejanus." A fine match was the nicest thing he could come up with as he stared at the few figures underneath the tree.

A fine match with Sejanus would be enough for you now, but he wondered how fine it would be when trouble would eventually find its way back around.

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[httpsdana]

Request: 148 Héctor Fort

Only Yours~Héctor Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

completely devastated after yesterday's match with Pedri and Frenkie injured. We can't seem to get a break unfortunately :( anyways enjoy <3

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148-"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine."

This takes place after the barca/villareal match (i died that day)

The disappointing match has finally ended. Barca losing 5-3 to the 15th place Villareal. Hector has played an amazing match, starting with the team and later on being subbed off.

The whole team was devastated, not only them but also the fans were frustrated. y/n knew Hector would be fuming, so she kept a note to herself to measure her words before speaking.

Walking down to the tunnel, she just wanted to check on Hector before he goes to the lockers where the team will probably have a small meeting.

She stood in the tunnel as the players started walking down, greeting politely the ones she knew, before her favorite player (after Hector ofc) appeared. Pedri smiled at slightly, walking to greet her.

"hola hermosa. how are you?" he asked with his usual charming smile, that seemed a bit upset this time.

y/n blushed slightly at the nickname, before waking herself from her trance, and smiling at him.

"I'm good. nice goal out there. shame it didn't end like we wanted" she said, while he nodded sorrow taking over his features

"yeah...not how we wanted it, but we'll come back I'm sure" he gave her an encouraging smile

She nodded, agreeing with his statement. They stood in silence for a while, before Pedri spoke up again.

"waiting for Hector I assume?" he asked, while she nodded and mumbled a small yes, glancing over his shoulder to see if he arrived.

"well I'm gonna go now. it was nice talking to you" he gave her a small hug before he flashed a smile and walked down the tunnel.

As Pedri disappeared, Hector stood on the top of the tunnel, rage taking over his eyes and face. y/n assumed it was because of the match, little did she know Hector had seen every interaction she had wit his teammate, and let the jealousy take over.

"hi amor. you did so good today" she mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. Instead of his usual hug, he just put a hand on her back and pulled away.

"I have to go. we have a small meeting" he avoided her eyes and started to walk away

"I'll wait in the car" she said in a high voice.

He didn't say anything and kept walking down the tunnel. She felt something off about him, but brushed it off and started her small walk to where she had parked her car.

After about 15 minutes of waiting, Hector arrived, seemingly taking a shower already. He opened the passenger door and got in his seat, not saying a word. When y/n opened her mouth to say something, he beat her to it.

"Xavi is leaving at the end of the season" he mumbled, crossing his arms around his chest. y/n was left in shock, not expecting it. Xavi means a lot to Hector because of the opportunity he gave to him with the first team. What y/n didn't know was that Hector's anger wasn't because of Xavi.

The drive home was silent, the tension between the two can be cut with a knife. When they arrived home, Hector was quick to leave the car and slam the door behind him. y/n rolled her eyes and followed him inside.

"so what's with your mood swings now?" she stood in front of him with her arms crossed

"you're talking about my mood swings? why don't you talk about your flirting with my teammates huh?" he said angrily, standing up from the couch he was sitting on

"what the fuck are you talking about?" she said back in the same tone

"did you think I didn't see you with Pedri? I saw every interaction between you too, and you were enjoying it way too much" he rambled, his voice loud and angry.

y/n stood for a second taking in what he said, she did nothing wrong with Pedri but knowing Hector he got jealous over anything.

"really Hector? you're jealous of your teammate? me and him are friends and you know it. YOU were the one who introduced us, why so jealous now then huh?" she raised her eyebrow waiting for his answer

"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine." he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while he stood close to her, looking down at her frame that seemed shorter than his

"I'm dating you not him Hector. grow the fuck up please. talk to me when you realize how stupid all this was" she said calmly, leaving him in the living room while she left to the bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Hector made y/n and himself some tea and took their mugs to the room. He knocked on the door with his foot before pushing the door open.

''hey baby...I made you some tea" he said in a low voice, walking to her side of the bed. She was reading a book, so she closed it and took the mug from him.

"thank you" she mumbled

"I'm sorry for the scene I made. I was already fuming after the match and I guess seeing you with Pedri just made me angrier. I didn't mean for it to end like this and I don't wanna sleep knowing you're still mad at me." he said sincerely, reaching over to brush some hair from her face. She smiled at his apology, kissing the hand on her face and reaching over to hug him

"it's okay babe, just don't do it again. I wouldn't leave you for anyone else. I love you too much to do that" she smiled, him smiling wider

He pressed a kiss on her lips and sat next to her enjoying their cup of tea with some chit chats

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: another anon request who wanted angst and dramatic obsessive dark love. hope you'll enjoy it!

Warnings: angst/suggestive, heartbreak, possessive behaviour.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You are a healer who serves Uhtred, travelling with him and his men to keep them healthy at all times, You and Sihtric quickly fell in love, and became inseparable. But when Sihtric suddenly left in the night without saying a word, things changed.

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'You will choose me, lady.'

'You've got something to say, boy?' Uhtred asked.

'I do,' Sihtric said, holding Uhtred at sword point, 'yield to me.'

You, Finan and Osferth froze as Uhtred dropped his sword. Then suddenly Uhtred and Sihtric broke out in laughter and hugged. You all soon understood everything had been a setup and everything had been carefully planned. Sihtric falling out with Uhtred, Sihtric leaving in the dead of night, taking the prisoners with him. It was all play pretend, only so Sihtric could apparently spy in Cnut's camp for a while.

Everyone hugged Sihtric, but you were quick to hide behind Finan, who you had grown rather fond of while Sihtric was away. Finan had been just as baffled as you by Sihtric's sudden departure, and you found comfort in each other. You stayed up late, talking to each other, crying in each other's arms when needed and slowly but surely making each other smile again. Sihtric had broken your heart, and you felt he had betrayed you. And so you ended up in Finan's tent more than once after Sihtric had left.

'My lady,' Sihtric said, reaching out to you, but you stepped back and Finan pulled you in his arms, a little awkwardly.

Sihtric frowned, his eyes darting between you and the Irish man.

'My love?' Sihtric asked, a little alarmed when you wouldn't look at him, 'come here?' he asked, holding his hands out to you.

'No,' you said, refusing to leave Finan's side or look your former lover in his mismatched eyes.

'Finan?' Sihtric asked the man, 'what is the meaning of this?'

'Look,' Finan sighed, but you interrupted him.

'I hope you die without a weapon in hand!' you spat at Sihtric and stormed off, with Osferth following you immediately.

Sihtric was shocked, bewildered at your words and behaviour towards him. He truly thought you would understand his reason for leaving the way he had done. That it was never personal and that he absolutely never stopped loving you. He thought your bond was stronger and deeper than anything else. But he didn't realise how hurt you had been.

'Look,' Finan said again, 'you broke her heart, mate,' he paused, brushing his hand through his dark hair, 'she… I… we found comfort in each other.'

'Comfort?' Sihtric frowned, feeling the anger build up inside of him, 'you touched my woman?'

'I… we're sort of together, Sihtric, I'm sorry,' Finan said, feeling guilty, 'we thought you'd never come back, you betrayed us for Christ's sake!'

'Except I didn't betray you!' Sihtric raised his voice, 'it was all a trick!'

'Which we didn't know!' Finan groaned, 'she didn't know!'

'Uhtred,' Sihtric snapped, 'how could you let this happen? Let them happen? You knew she was mine!'

'I…' Uhtred began, confused at the sudden reveal of you and Finan.

'No one knew about us,' Finan confessed, 'we kept it hidden. She was fragile enough already, after what you did,' he said, looking at Sihtric, 'and we couldn't risk the side-eyes from you guys,' he looked at Uhtred.

'No,' Sihtric said, hurt and angry, 'no, you can't have her. She's mine!'

'Sihtric,' Finan sighed, 'she's not someone's property.'

'She is mine! She belongs to me!' Sihtric snarled, 'if you wish to make the square, Finan, then let us do it.'

'No,' Uhtred said, having a deja-vu to his staged argument with Sihtric before he left, 'there will be no fighting. We'll resolve this, but first we will go back to camp. We will eat, sleep, and go over this when our heads are clear again, okay? And you, Sihtric, are not done yet. You will go back to Cnut.'

'Fine,' Sihtric snarled, after which Uhtred walked back to camp, leaving both men alone, staring at each other.

'I will kill you in your sleep,' Sihtric hissed to Finan before he walked away, back to Cnut's camp.

And Finan held you in his arms that night, but he didn't sleep.

The next day Sihtric found you again and followed you, down to the river, where you went to fetch fresh water for your camp. You had been unaware of his presence, thinking he was still spending time over at Cnut's camp, until he snuck up behind you, circling his arms around you and pulling you against his body.

'My love,' he breathed in your ear.

You tried to break out of his embrace, but your knees were weak upon hearing his voice, and Sihtric was simply too strong. Something you always loved and, if you were honest, something you still loved. Sure, you had some sort of feelings for Finan, but nothing would ever compare to what you felt for Sihtric. But after the way he had left you, you knew you could never trust him again. The way it had seemed so easy for him to just leave you without a single word.

'What are you doing?!' you hissed as Sihtric turned you to face him, pushing you up against a tree.

'Trying to kiss my woman,' Sihtric smiled, looking you up and down.

'I'm not your woman anymo-,'

'I missed you,' Sihtric continued, trapping you against the tree with his body, 'I love you.'

'Sihtric, no,' you tried to convince yourself you wanted him to stop, but the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands on your hips made you fall in love all over again.

'Stop me if you don't want me,' he said, slowly hiking up your skirt.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, allowing his body between your thighs as he loosened his belt, the sound of it arousing you instantly.

'Stop me if you don't want me,' he said again, dropping his breeches and pulling you closer.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.

'Please,' you murmured, desperately wanting to feel your former lover inside you, 'Sihtric, please…'

And it didn't take long before you finally felt him again, after all the time you were apart. And it was a pleasant, familiar feeling, as you made fast, rough love out there in the woods. It was the hardest make-up sex you ever had, and you hated yourself for enjoying him so much. You hated yourself for loving him so much, and you hated yourself for not trusting him anymore. 

'This doesn't mean I'm yours again,' you said afterwards, adjusting your skirt, 'things will never be the same again between us.'

'You are mine,' Sihtric said, fixing his belt, then walked over to you, grabbing your chin, 'and mine only,' he said and kissed your lips, before heading back to Cnut's camp, while you headed back to your own camp.

The next couple of days were awkward. Skade had been retrieved and so Sihtric had left Cnut's camp, and he was completely back in your life again. You tried to avoid the Dane, which Skade noticed and she was clearly amused by the whole love affair.

Sihtric kept eyeing you up, wherever you went, and everyone noticed it. Sihtric didn't care about being subtle. And you confronted him about it the next chance you had, which was several days later, as Sihtric had followed you deep into the forest.

'Are you in love with Finan?' he asked, making his presence known.

'No,' you said, 'not really. I love him, but not like that. I just needed comfort, after you broke my heart, which he gave me.'

Sihtric hummed softly, looking you up and down. He was desperate for you, he was obsessed with you and would stop at nothing to have you again. But he didn't know he would never fully have you again.

'Finan is a good man,' you said softly.

'He is,' Sihtric agreed, 'but I won't let him have my woman.'

'I am not your woman!' you snapped.

'You are,' Sihtric said sternly as he stepped closer, 'you are mine.'

You sighed. Loudly. 'You have to get over yourself. You messed this up. You really hurt me, Sihtric. I won't take you back.'

'You will.'

'I won't.'

'You don't love me?' he asked, and furrowed his eyebrows.

You stared at him.

'I do love you,' you eventually said, 'but I do not trust you.'

'You trust me enough to lure me out here, deep in the woods,' he grinned.

'I didn't lure you. You followed me, like a lost puppy!'

'You trust me enough to let me fuck you,' Sihtric continued, 'and you haven't said a word about it to Finan.'

'Leave him out of this,' you said.

'I won't. I can't. Because he took my woman!' Sihtric snarled and got up in your face, 'mine.'

'You only have yourself to blame,' you said curtly, 'Finan took care of me when you suddenly left to do your little spying. How could you possibly think I wouldn't understand you were doing your job? Why didn't you tell me anything? We could've been fine if you only had been honest!'

'Uhtred told me not to tell anyone. We couldn't risk anyone finding out it was all pretend,' Sihtric said, 'I had no choice, my love.'

'You always have a choice. You clearly made yours,' you said, bitter, 'and I have yet to make mine.'

'You will choose me, lady,' Sihtric said before you walked away.

Back at camp, you told Finan things just got really complicated for you after Sihtric's return. You were all mixed up in your own emotions, and that you felt it wasn't fair to lead Finan on. You loved him, but more as a best friend, and you explained you just couldn't be with him anymore, not romantically at least. Finan was hurt, but he understood. And if he was honest, he was glad you broke things off, because he was struggling too but was afraid to break your heart.

'So… then, ehh, are you with Sihtric again?' Finan asked, cautiously.

'No. I will never be with Sihtric again. I can't trust him,' you said, ' But, Finan, I hope we can remain friends. You and I.'

'I would like that,' Finan smiled weakly, 'I really care for you.'

'As do I,' you said.

You embraced him and then went your separate way. Finan went to Osferth, to cry on his shoulder, and you went to set up your own tent, not wanting to share your furs with anyone anymore. 

And all this time, Sihtric had been watching you, again, and he figured you broke Finan's heart, to which he smiled. He would have you again, he thought.

Sihtric was always quiet, observant, which made him a good spy. But therefore no one knew how dark his love really was for you. How obsessive it was. When he was with you, things were fine, because he felt like he owned you. But the group also felt there had been a huge energy shift after Sihtric came back again, and it started to put a pressure on everyone.

Sihtric and Finan couldn't be near each other without breaking out in a fight. Not just over you, it was way past that already, it was about anything now. The way Finan would look at Sihtric, or how Sihtric would mumble under his breath when Finan walked by. They were simply annoyed by the sight of each other alone already. Osferth tried to stay friendly to both men, which led to him being seen as a traitor by them. Sihtric was angry with Osferth for defending Finan, and Finan was angry with Osferth for trying to understand Sihtric, as the Dane was clearly in the wrong, according to Finan. Skade kept quiet and just enjoyed seeing the group fall apart, and Sihtric eventually blamed her for everything going wrong.

'The curse affects us all!' he told Uhtred.

Uhtred had clearly noticed the pressure and energy shift too, and he often had to break up fights between Finan and Sihtric, and he had to tell them to leave Osferth alone. 

Whereas Sihtric blamed Skade, you knew it was truly all because of you and Sihtric, and the guilt was eating you alive. You did not want this tight group of friends, this band of warriors, to fall apart because of a stupid romance. 

You felt a weird form of hate towards Sihtric, and yet you still allowed him to sneak in your tent every night, and you still loved the way he fucked you each night. But when he wanted to stay the night, to simply just sleep with you, you argued and kicked him out, only to make up again the next night, so it could happen all over again. 

And the others noticed it too.

'Look,' Uhtred said after a few weeks, 'I don't know what is going on with you, Finan and Sihtric, but this has to end. Finan is a mess. He was fine with you not wanting to be with him anymore, but he can't stand the thought of you and Sihtric. Not after you told him you didn't want Sihtric back.'

'I don't want Sihtric back.'

'Are you sure about that?' Uhtred frowned, 'because we all know what happens every night. We all hear it,' he chuckled, 'and we don't blame you, but there needs to be clarity.'

You swallowed hard and didn't answer. You knew what you were doing was messed up, you loathed Sihtric after everything, but you couldn't resist him either. And Uhtred knew it, he could tell there was some twisted love going on.

'Make up your mind,' Uhtred said, 'we're all suffering because of this. My men don't trust each other anymore. I can't lead them into a battle, not like this, we will all die.'

You shed a tear as you knew Uhtred was right, and you watched him walk away. But he didn't know that you had already made up your mind days ago, you were just waiting for the right moment.

A few nights later, Sihtric snuck into your tent again, as per usual, throwing his cloak off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he loves you, desires you and needs you. How much he loves to kiss you, to feel you and to fuck you. And he confessed this wasn't exactly the way he wished to be with you, but if this was all he could get, he'd take it and run.

You let him take off your clothes and you sank in his embrace, drowning in his kiss as you straddled his lap, riding him slowly, just the way you knew he loved it. And you would let him have his way with you, one more time tonight. Because you knew that after today, it was done.

And you enjoyed it, enjoyed him. You held Sihtric close, tightly in your arms as you made love. And how you did love him. Deeply. But there was no coming back from what had happened, nothing could ever fix the bond you had before he left, and you would refuse to be the downfall of Uhtred and his men.

You finally allowed Sihtric to stay the night, and you silently shed a tear as you heard his soft, comforting snores while he held you in his arms as he slept, thinking he finally owned you again. 

But hours later you quietly snuck out of his embrace. You quickly got dressed and you grabbed the little belongings you had packed earlier that day.

Uhtred would notice someone sneak out of your tent again, and he assumed it was Sihtric, so he didn't even pay any attention anymore. 

Before you left, you gave Sihtric a soft kiss on his cheek and you raked your fingers through his soft, short hair, one last time, hoping you would forever remember the feeling of the handsome Dane who broke your heart.

And you knew you would never forget Sihtric, or find a love like his again, but this would simply kill you all if it wasn't put to an end. And in truth, you hoped Sihtric would hurt the same way as you had been hurting when he had left you.

So you got up and left, without looking back. And when the men found out you had snuck away at night, without a word, you would already be long gone. 

And they would never find you or see you again.

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[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) Strategy

Requested: wattpad

Prompt: Charles' girlfriend is a strategist and won't give him the better strategy

Warnings: lil toxic

Y/N sat looking through some information she had gotten from qualifying from both her drivers Charles and Carlos. Working with the Scuderia was a dream come true and she wore the crest with pride whenever she could. What made everything better was that her boyfriend Charles was their driver. It made the relationship easier since they were practically always together and who doesn't love being with their boyfriend? "So, what are we thinking of doing now?" Eduardo asked. Mattia let out a sigh as he watched two of his strategists working away. "Which one will secure a podium place?" he asked. Y/n scurried through her notes and handed Mattia a sheet. "This one. I think if we can make the tyres last for that little bit longer we can get that podium." Mattia nodded. "And mine with secure a top 5 finish." Eduardo said. Mattia looked at the two and nodded. "Okay, Charles can have the top 5 finish and Carlos can have the podium." Y/n and Eduardo nodded before Y/n collected her information and walking out to find the two drivers of the Scuderia.

Charles sat with Carlos playing chess. Both were quite good but they never really got which was better in all honesty. They were pretty matched but of course as drivers, one of them alway had to be better. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything boys." Y/n smiled. The pair looked up and waved at Y/n as she approached. "Ah hello mon cœur. Carlos Was just cheating at chess-"

"I was not! Stop lying to your girlfriend!" Carlos joked before moving his piece. "Whatever you say, she knows I would never lie to her." He took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss onto it, making Y/n blush lightly. "Okay mon cœur let's go talk about strategy." Charles beamed, throwing his arm around her shoulder. Y/n stepped back and shook her head when Charles looked at her funny. "Actually Charles, you have to go to Eduardo. I'm briefing Carlos today." Charles looked between the Spaniards and his girlfriend. "But you're always given the better strategy. Did you give it to Eduardo or?" Y/n let out a sigh. "Well Carlos performed better in qualifying and finished higher. We see a lot of potential for some big points tomorrow so we all agreed to give him the first strategy." Y/n smiled. Charles arched a brow at his girlfriend as she held a clip board in her hands. "You're really not giving me the other strategy?" he asked. "No, absolutely not. You've got a different one and you can go ask Eduardo for it. I've been sent to brief Carlos on his strategy."

"But, I want the good strategy. Surely there's a way I can get it." Y/n scoffed and stood her ground. "Your girlfriend is the strategist, it doesn't mean you get the best strategy." Y/n snapped. "But you love me." Charles said. "Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, I don't care how much I love you, I've got a job to do and so do you so go to Eduardo and know your strategy." Charles clenched his jaw and looked at her in anger. "You can go take it up with Mattia if you have a problem." she smiled innocently, handing him the clip board and walking away with Carlos. Charles muttered curses in French to himself and began the walk of shame to Eduardo's office. "You sure know how to deal with him eh?" Carlos laughed. Y/n shrugged her shoulders and contojnued on walking. "Perks of us dating, you know?" Carlos laughed and the two walked to the hospitality.

The next morning, Charles and Y/n sat in the hotel before the team went out to the track. "Okay, I'm going to go and shower now." Y/n said as she tied her hair up. "Okay mon cœur. Then we'll go to the track, yes?" Charles asked, not looking up from his phone. "I love you." Y/n said sweetly. Charles looked up at her and smiled. "Love you too." before Y/n walked away into the bathroom for a shower. Charles quickly skimmed through her notes, hoping not to get caught and luckily he didn't. He sat there mesmerising as much as he could, hoping he could convince one of his other strategists to side with him and change the strategy. "Are you looking at my notes?" Y/n asked standing at the door, sopping wet.

Charles chucked the notepad over to the side and stood up to look at her. "No- that's not- erm-" Y/n walked by him, not even looking at him and took her notes and shoved them into her bag. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"So you accidentally opened my notes and read them all, yeah? What is wrong with you?!" she shouted. Charles was silenced. For once, he didn't have anything to say. "Why can't you just realise that I myself have a job to do? Are you that desperate to show everyone how great you have to be?" she yelled. "Mon cœur, please I didn't mean it. I promise."

"No Charles! They're going to think I'm incapable of doing my job now! You're so selfish sometimes!" she shouted throwing her red uniform on. "No they aren't. I'll just slip it in that I'd like to change it and then-"

"Then they're realise I let you look at my notebooks and stuff and then I won't be trusted to hold the information of the strategy again!" Charles knew he messed up. She'd never been this angry with him before so he must have done something bad for her to get this anggrivated with him. "Y/n-" She stopped him. "No, save it! I don't want to hear anything you have to say for the rest of the day!" and with that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out quickly with Charles following behind.

Charles watched as Y/n typed away at her computer with her headset on, taking notes as to what Mattia was saying he wanted in the pre race briefing. "So pit Carlos a lap earlier depending on the position of the car behind, yes?" she asked. Mattia nodded and there she went typing again. Charles smiled at her. She looked so effortlessly beautiful. He had never seen such perfection before in his entire li-

"Do you want to change your strategy at all Charles?" Mattia asked. Charles looked over to his girlfriend at Mattia's right. She looked disappointed, angry and upset all at the same time. Charles felt horrible. "No, I'm happy. As long as I can get good points I don't care." Y/n blinked a few times in disbelief as to what she was hearing. "Okay, briefing is finished. Let's get ready for the race." Mattia announced before everyone got up and began to leave. Charles left first, not looking back for Y/n. He didn't expect her to forgive him so quickly. What he did was out of pocket and just horrible. "Charles!" He looked back and saw Y/n jogging over towards him, a smile visible through her mask. "What are you smiling for?" he asked. She threw her arms around his neck and jumped up into his arms. Charles laughed and held her up. "Thank you." She whispered. "Anytime mon cœur. Now, shall we go and prepare for the race or stay like this?" He joked, letting her down. "Let's go do this thing." and so, the pair walked into the ferrari garage, hand in hand, ready for the task at hand.

#charles leclerc imagime #charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #sharl leclerc #f1 oneshots #f1 oneshot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1

[ciaonicole85]

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

I recently wrote a post-season 2 story about Carmy helping with Sydney's apartment search. I wanted to back track a little to get into his head space just after the Friends and Family almost disaster, but prior to the apartment hunt, during which he is hopelessly crushing on Sydney. Mostly, it's backstory and gives more context to why Carmen is who he is :)

When Carmy stumbled frozen and broken out of the walk-in the night of Friends and Family, Sydney was waiting for him. However, something in his eyes made her reconsider whatever she had been planning to say. She pointed him to sit on floor against a stove she had turned on and made him hot tea. Wordlessly she sat on the floor next to him until he finished. When he tried to speak, nothing came out. His icy mottled fist began to circle his chest, but Sydney closed her hand over his.

"We'll start over again tomorrow."

Weeks later Carmen asked her why she hadn't quit that night. She said "Your face…it looked like mine did when I lost Sheridan."

In return she had asked him what happened with Claire and if it had been her fault.

"No. She thought she knew me, but she didn't and honestly, we didn't have anything in common."

The more Carm thought about Claire the sorrier he felt about how he'd behaved and the less he regretted the break-up. Claire was his high school dream girl. She was always kind to him, despite being able to mingle in nearly every clique at school. She was as comfortable with the student government club, as she was with the skaters. Everyone liked her and for no apparent reason she frequently stopped at his locker to ask if he had gum or invite him to study. So he always kept a pack of gum for her, but was too shy to join her study group. Once she and two of her friends ambushed him after school and convinced him to come to a party the night prior to graduation. He decided he might as well not end his high school career without ever having gone to one. The party was held in woods behind one of the football player's homes. There was a bonfire, cheap beer, too few cups, and couples making out or swaying to "Die in Your Arms".

Claire found a clean Solo cup and they shared a drink as she gazed into his eyes.

"I love this song"

"Yeah…it's popular".

Natalie had been playing Justin Bieber non-stop for the last few years and Carm was almost willing to give up all music if he never had to listen to him sing another note.

He didn't remember the rest of the conversation, but at some point Claire kissed him. 12 years later when they began dating she brought up the night of the party and how he looked so surprised and blushed.

"You were so cute. I bet it was your first kiss!"

"No, but almost" he said a little taken aback. As pleased as he was that Claire was interested, he felt like her project. Something about their relationship reminded him of a cheesy 80's teen movie. Too sweet. Not enough acid.

He could have saved them both a lot of trouble if he'd not given her any number, much less a fake one. But it was Claire, the brilliant, fearless, beautiful girl he'd used to sketch over and over again and she wanted HIM. He liked her so much back then. She went off to Michigan State and he began peeling mushrooms at a restaurant eventually becoming Carmen Berzatto "the most excellent CDC at the most excellent restaurant in the entire United States of America."

But before Claire, in 7th grade summer school, there was Kyla Branson. Carmy needed to take 7th grade math again before they'd pass him to 8th grade and Kyla was a transfer student. She had just finished 6th grade, and was taking 7th grade math and English early, because she was a pianist. A whole freakin' prodigy that would be touring with Eric Clapton later that fall. The math teacher had told the class, much to Kyla's obvious discomfort.

On the third day the class split into pairs to do an assignment and Carmy and Kyla were paired. He could barely look at her. Kyla had thick curly eyelashes which framed her large black brown eyes, her hair was usually brushed up into a soft coily bun like a ballerina, she wore small white diamond earrings in her shockingly small ears, and she had an heart-breakingly cute overbite that showed whenever she smiled. Carmy was gone over this little black girl. She was very shy too, but an overachiever so she persevered in making him talk enough to get the work done.

Once she saw his sketches on the back of his notebook and said he was artist. Using his best charcoal pencils he drew a portrait of her in the privacy of the attic at home. On the last day of summer school he gave it to her when class dismissed and dashed out of the room, his face redder than Heinz ketchup. Kyla caught up with him outside and grabbed his hand leading him out of the view of the car pick-up line.

"Thank you Carmen. I think you're beautiful too" Kyla whispered and kissed him full on the mouth. For three seconds. Then she ran back to the car pick up line, got into her parent's car and Carmen never saw her again.

Once he thought he saw her. The eyes and overbite were startling familiar, but the name was different. It was the day that Sydney Adamu walked into The Beef. It was the day that someone saw who he really was again.

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #sydney x carmy #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #syd adamu #fan fiction #fan fic

[bettyfrommars]

Stop the World and Melt with You

Part 6: Meet Me in Hawkinsgate

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: A lot will be explained in this part, but there will also be more questions left to ponder. We get a glimpse of reader from the past, another Traveler shows up in Hawkinsgate, and secrets are revealed through a comic we borrow from Dustin. wc: 4.3k

Masterlist

A/N: I've been staring at this for way too long and I just need to post it🙃 This part is bitesize because I feel like there is a lot to take in. If it goes the way I've planned it, we'll have two more chapters after this, and you won't have to wait as long as you did for this one 🧡

18+ONLY, MDNI, this is a mindbender, fear of the unknown, mention of zombies, interdimensional travel, circus freak show, no smut in this chapter but I have a spicy blurb on its way to do with the version of Eddie and Reader introduced in this part.

“Cold-hearted orb that rules the night

removes the colors from our sight

Red is gray, and yellow---white

but we decide which is right

and which is an illusion.”

- Twilight Lament, The Moody Blues

---Somewhere Else---

The Crossroads is a place for various interdimensional Travelers to wait while on the way to their next location or assignment. A place to get their “passport stamps” and figure out which portal they’d need to take to get to where they needed to be. The atmosphere made it feel as if you were conducting business on one of Saturn’s rings; nothing but stars and infinite universe around you. There's a row of doors arranged in an arc, all of which seem to be floating in the air, all with numbers above them. You're waiting to take number 4.

The version of you from another dimension took a turn around, hoping to spot a place to drink at one of the vendors inside the floating establishment. This version of you has a few more visible tattoos scattered from head to foot: each a passport from a parallel universe or pocket of time you have traveled to. It was your job, like all of the other Muses, to bring back inspiration for the Storytellers. There's music playing over the speaker system as you waited; it was an instrumental version of Melt with You by Modern English. The song is interrupted by the tin of an electronic female voice announcing the departure at gate 9.

You’d been staring up at the monitors, checking the time for your portal, but you stepped back in haste, and there he was: the boy you would soon know as Eddie Munson.

You didn’t recognize him but also, you did---in a way you couldn’t explain. The sight of his face knocked over a tiny domino in your soul and the rest went tumbling.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he gave a crooked smile, putting his hands up, palms out. This version of him has strange tattoos as well; a few designs at his temples, lines above one brow, a series of numbers and letters on his throat. He wears a black leather jacket over a shirt that reads: Hellfire Club. “I should watch where I’m going.”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” you stammered. “I’m running late so I was worried---”

“Worried that you’d miss me?” He interjected.

The forwardness of it caught you off guard and you stifle a laugh, tucking your chin. “Something like that.”

You turn back to face the monitors, thinking he’d head off the way he was going—but he didn’t. He stayed close and waited as a group of human and non-human beings passed between the two of you.

“So,” he stepped up closer as the crowd passed, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Of all the Crossroads in all the universes, you walk into mine.”

You turned and gave him a curious look, not understanding what he just said or why he was saying it to you. Your eyes flicked from his tender chocolate orbs, down to his soft lips and back again.

He leaned back, noting your confusion, and tilted his head. “Humphrey Bogart? Casablanca? Of all the gin joints in all the---” he could tell it wasn’t ringing a bell. “Wait, you’ve never watched Casablanca?”

You gave a few tight shakes of your head, a scowl creasing the skin between your eyebrows.

“Oh, sweetheart, we need to fix that,” he patted around in all of his pockets. “Do you have a pen?”

You weren’t sure where this was going, but you were fascinated by him. Muses weren’t allowed to take any form of physical identification with them through the portals—-hence the inked passport stamps that were usually invisible to most non-travelers---and the only things you had on you were gum and lip gloss.

He checked the inside pocket of his jacket and made a sound of triumph. He procured a black, felt tip marker and popped the cap off. “Mind giving me your number? For educational purposes. We can watch Casablanca, and maybe get some decent food back on the mainland. What do you think? Could you stare at this mug while you eat?”

You were reaching for the pen as he talked, and he offered his palm to you. In a line from his pinky to his thumb, you wrote your name and phone number without another word, and then capped the pen and handed it back to him. Eddie watched you; the curves of your face, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way the tip of your tongue rested on your top lip as you concentrated. He wanted to commit you to memory.

He turned his hand to look at what you wrote, and then met your eyes over his fingers. “Have we met before? You seem so familiar to me.”

He had chunky, silver rings on his fingers, and the air surrounding you felt electric, you could almost taste the tang of the static on your tongue.

“Oh, I think I’d remember you,” you smirked, trying to mask the depth of your attraction to him.

But then a loud chime sounded and the electronic female voice sounded over the platform, letting everyone know that the portal for Gate 4 was opening.

“That’s me,” you swallowed, flushed. “Maybe I’ll see you around,” you quipped, a sudden pain shooting through your chest at the thought of never seeing him again.

Eddie felt flustered, he didn’t want you to go. “Hey, I’ll call you,” he promised, showing his palm. You gave him one last look over your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. When you stepped over the thresh hold to your portal, you realized you didn’t even know his name.

And you really hoped he could call.

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You became aware of your surroundings before you were fully awake enough to open your eyes, trying to hold on to the image of the boy in your dreams as hard as you could---but then he was gone. As intense and real as the “dream” had been, it was now a pin prick of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel, and you tried to squint but then it was gone as soon as your consciousness came to the surface.

It felt so real, though. So real that you tossed in bed with tears wet in your eyes, trying to get it back, screaming into your pillow. The pillowcase that smelled strongly of bleach and a hint of age old body odor embedded deep in the pillow itself.

The dark of night lasted for the next 24 hours in Hawkinsgate, as if it were a movie set and someone forgot to turn the lights on. It was noon, and you were sitting behind the motel reception desk, staring out into the street lights of the dark town. Claudia bustled in with one of her cats in a pink carrier after taking it to the vet. There was a young boy with her who offered you a gappy grin with missing front teeth. He had a trucker hat that sat squished on his head of curls.

You’d been doodling on the inside of the phone book, about to go and put a load of sheets in the dryer, when the boy with Claudia marched right up to you. He was a teenager, but you weren’t sure of the age.

His eyes blew wide. “Is it true you’re one of the Travelers?”

“Dustin,” Claudia called to him as she came around the desk, marching toward the back room.

Nailing you with an enigmatic grin, he pulled a rolled up comic out from under his arm and slapped it on the table. His hands working to smooth out the pages before he pointed to a face on the cover.

“Isn't that you?”

Your eyes hesitated on him before following to where his finger pointed.

The likeness caught you by surprised and made you step back, but you never took your eyes off of it. You held it up, attention flicking over the details in the artwork. It wasn’t you, exactly, but, indeed a version of you: legs wide, arms crossed, exposed skin dotted in tattoos, way more than the few you had now, standing in what appeared to be a desert wasteland with two moons in the sky.

“Where did you get this?” You asked, wondering if someone was playing a trick on you. “Did Eddie put you up to this?”

“Eddie?” Dustin’s generous smile widened, cocking his head. “How do you know Eddie?”

You only handed the comic back when Dustin reached for it. “I’d let you keep it,” he shrugged. “But it’s the newest issue and I haven’t read it yet.”

“No, it’s okay,” you shook your head. “I understand. Could you maybe, tell me what happens in it?”

You could tell that the kid was emotionally mature for his age and he quickly caught on to the source of your distress and took his tone down to more of a calm reassurance. “I’ll just leave it on the desk for you when I’m done, okay?”

A part of you wondered if reading such a thing was a good idea with the fragile state of your blank brain. Dustin came around the back, following after Claudia before she shouted his name again.

“Hey,” you turned to face him now that he was behind the front counter. “Who writes that comic? Do you know?”

“Oh, no one knows,” his face was serious, and then he turned to keep walking.

“Of course no one knows,” you said under your breath. “But, where do you buy them? There must be a way to trace it back to the creator?”

He adjusted the strap of his backpack. “I’m sure there’s a way,” he looked down, thoughtfully. “These issues just show up like everything else around here, but I can ask a few people.”

You told him how much you would appreciate that, and he repeated his disbelief that you also knew his friend Eddie.

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That day, another Traveler wandered into the motel; the first one since your arrival. You caught sight of the bright pink hair immediately, followed by the black ink markings from her nose to her throat, and on her hands as well. You scrambled to your feet, eager to make her acquaintance. She was hesitant, her eyes shifting to take everything in, just as you had that first day when you arrived.

The second she saw you, her eyes blew wide, and her mouth dropped open.

She knew your name. “What are you doing here?” She asked, spinning in a circle. “Where are we? Where is Lorelei?”

Your heart started racing and your mouth dried up. “Where do you know me from? How do you have your memories?” You were coming around the desk, racing towards her now. “Who is Lorelei?”

She had on a ripped, threadbare, white tee with no bra and worn jeans. She pulled a knife from the hilt at her hip and held it up. “You’re not safe here anymore,” she warned, eyes darting around as if she expected a monster to come flying out of the walls.

“Not safe from what?” You begged.

The confused look on your face turned to a horrified one when an invisible door slid open behind the pink-haired girl, exposing an infinite blackness, and she turned, jumping threw it as if she knew exactly where it led to.

“No, wait---” you screamed, stretching your arm out as if you could catch her, but then the invisible door slid shut again and there was nothing but air there. You waved your hands frantically around over the space.

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Eddie came to meet you on the roof of the motel that night, because you asked him to, because you needed a friend. The roof was angled, but not drastically, with a perfect sitting ledge. You each had pillows behind your heads, laying side by side, knees bent, staring up at the sky.

You were feeling more and more at home in Eddie’s presence; eager when you knew you would get to see him, and fearful when you had to part ways. Even so, you didn’t want to care for him, and tried to push away the feelings at all costs. You could sense him holding back as well; reaching out to take your hand, only to pull away, and swallowing words that hovered on parted lips, left unspoken.

You told Eddie about the pink-haired traveler and he chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.

“She knew my name,” you mumbled, replaying the short interaction over in your head for the hundredth time that day.

“I’ve seen Travelers come and go that fast,” he said. “One second they’re in front of you, and then they’re gone the next---poof.” Eddie decided not to say out loud what scared him the most, and that was the fact that, once you remembered who you were, you would disappear in the same way. He wondered how quick he’d have to be to dive into the void to go with you. “Maybe she came to give you a message?”

You hadn’t shared with him her message yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to. But then you felt the side of Eddie’s hand slide up against yours and you realized you didn’t want to have any secrets from him.

You swallowed back a tickle of emotion in your throat. “She said I’m not safe here anymore.”

In a heartbeat, Eddie took your hand, intertwined his fingers, and pulled it to his side, tucking your arm close. “Hey, that’s not true. You’re safe here with me.”

It was the first time you’d ever held hands, and you could tell he’d been working up the nerve for days. You were grateful for the touch and it made the sides of your mouth dance up, even under the weight of such disturbing circumstances.

Elbows planted, you looked over at your two hands locked together and the dark blue sky full of scattered stars beyond. “I do feel safe with you,” you told him. Even though whatever was happening to you felt much bigger than either one of you could fathom in that moment, and it wasn’t fair to put such a big job on Eddie, you were comforted by the thought.

You scooted closer to him, and placed your head on his shoulder. Eddie brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Why do the stars and the sky look so real?” You asked in a whisper, watching the way the stars flickered, and clouds hovered around the moon.

Eddie turned his head to find your profile. “You still think this is a dream?”

It didn’t feel like a dream, but maybe we all traveled in our dreams to very real places and then forgot it all once we opened our eyes. You hesitated, not sure how to answer him, working your jaw. The air was wet and cool, bright with the smell of rain on concrete and forest pine.

“Sometimes I worry that I’m going to wake up any second and forget this place,” you failed to catch the tremor in your voice. “That I’ll forget you.”

An unexpected tear ran down your cheek, and Eddie felt the wet drop hit the side of his neck.

“Hey,” he said, squeezing your hand, pulling it across his stomach. “Can I tell you what I think?”

“Please?” You urged.

He wanted to tell you about the dream he had about a group of circus people that came through a place called Hawkins, Indiana to set up a show on the outskirts of town. In the dream, Hawkins was his hometown, the place where he had grown up, and it was similar to Hawkinsgate, but also nothing like it. The dream felt so real, he could still smell the popcorn and hear the cackle of the Bearded Lady on stage, beckoning to any passerby. The circus rolled into town on old caravans and rusted cars compiled of junkyard metal. There was a Ferris wheel and various freak shows and a fire-breather and a strong man and a fortune teller. Eddie went with his buddies Gareth, and Jeff, because they wanted to see the clowns on stilts, and maybe get a glimpse of the peep show.

They peeked inside a hole in the red and white tent when they heard the sultry music, just in time to catch sight of a voluptuous blonde woman spinning tassels on her huge breasts before they were shooed away by one of the barkers. He had a fully tattooed face and a metal bar pierced through his tongue.

“Yo, sorry man,” Eddie and the boys held their hands up in a form of surrender, unable to contain their laughter, and the barker spat on the ground at their feet, sneering to show his silver teeth.

Eddie went in to see the psychic in the purple caravan on a dare. The boys teased him and said he wouldn’t, and so Eddie said, “hold my jacket” and made his way inside, through the beaded curtain in the doorway, stopping in his tracks at the sight of the older woman sitting at a round table in front of a crystal ball.

“It’s you,” the older woman said, looking up at him only briefly. She had long gray hair, and her eyes were mismatched: one was bright blue and the other was milky white with no iris or pupil. “I was starting to think you’d never show up.”

“Do I know you?” Eddie looked around the space cautiously, making sure the two were alone. The air was smoky and smelled like the floral dank of incense.

“Please, Eddie, sit,” the woman said in a young voice that did not match her elderly exterior.

Eddie stepped back. “Wait, how do you know my---”

“There’s no time for that,” she interrupted him, shuffling a deck of tarot cards in her hands. Her eyes repeated the gesture of motioning for him to sit. “There’s a lot you need to know and we only have a few minutes.”

Stiffly, Eddie took a seat in the squeaky wooden chair across from her, hoping that the boys were right outside and not back at the peep show without him. She made a clean stack with the deck of cards and set it to one side.

“So,” Eddie’s eyes flicked around after a full minute of silence. “How do we do this?”

The next thing he knew, Eddie was headed outside again, squinting, his head blurry and his eyes dry.

Gareth and Jeff had been giggling over a joke when Eddie stepped out of the caravan and stumbled, his eyes glossy. They got serious immediately and went to help him stand as his knees buckled.

“Damn, what did she do to you?” Gareth frowned, watching Eddie take long blinks and shake his head as if trying to wake up. Jeff looked around nervously, wondering if he should find help. Gareth tried to see in through the beaded curtain, but it seemed like the old woman was gone and the caravan appeared empty.

When Eddie stepped out, he felt like everything was the same, but also very different. He was still in Hawkins, but there was something...off about it. The boys asked him over and over what the old woman told him, but he couldn’t remember, he just knew he felt woozy. His stomach growled and he figured it was because he was hungry.

The next morning, after the dream---the visions of you started. The dreams, the whispers, the way he knew every inch of your body, every mole, every tattoo, even though he’d never seen you naked before; not in this reality, anyway. He stepped over a torn front page of the Hawkinsgate Gazette in the grass in his dream, and he stopped to pick it up, wondering why the name Hawkingate looked so familiar, but also so wrong.

There on the roof of the motel, Eddie wanted to tell you that he’d been thinking and dreaming about you ever since.

After that, the other Travelers started showing up in Hawkinsgate. Just like you, they were plopped there without much of a memory of where they came from, and seeing them around became normal as well. The entire town seemed to be designed around them in fact, as if Hawkinsgate was an airport from which people took off to their various destinations.

Every time he heard about a new Traveler in town, he went looking, hoping to find you. He was about a week away from losing hope when you showed up at the gas station that day in tears.

The one he had been waiting for and pining over this whole time.

Eddie wanted to tell you all of that on the roof of the motel when you started to cry.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Eddie asked and you begged him to tell you something, anything that was remotely comforting.

He slid his fingers up and down between yours before intertwining them again. “I’m not sure why or how I know this, but no matter where you go, you’ll always have me. If this is a dream and you wake up, I’ll be waking up with you.”

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You finally got your hands on the comic book with your likeness on the cover and hurried back to your motel room on your lunch break so you could lock the door and dissect it in peace.

The woman who looked like you in the drawings was apparently a Muse who worked for a group of people called The Storytellers. You had a gift for collecting inspiration and experiences in other dimensions and worlds and passing them on. The amount of knowledge your character had acquired through her journey was vast. She knew how to speak several languages, she knew karate, knife throwing, chess. She knew how to cook French dishes you didn’t even know how to pronounce. There was another Muse in the comic named E who looked remarkably like your Eddie. Long hair pulled back, a loose strand hanging down his cheekbone.

In the comic, your character and E had traveled through many dimensions together, and you were on the run from a group of lizard people called The Kreel. They were reptilian in nature with a human appearance, but for their lizard eyes that flicked out of their human lenses every so often. They did not emote and they did not experience compassion, and they were waging a war with the Storytellers, so that the Kreel could control all creative consumption. The Kreels wanted all of the powers of the creators for their purposes alone; to create worlds that would benefit them only.

Your character and E had jumped from dimension to dimension, from world to world, gathering inspiration for the Storytellers, while simultaneously evading The Kreel.

The final page of the comic book left you with a cliffhanger: in modern day, in a quiet dessert town off the grid in New Mexico, The Kreel found the location where you were your character resided, and were closing in. You were supposed to meet E that night, when he was back from his recent trip, but there was no time to get a note to him. The next best thing you could do was go through the portal to Hawkinsgate and wait for him there.

Hawkinsgate was the safe haven; a place undetectable to Kreels. It was created by a group of Storytellers when the war began.

You typed the location of the portal into the gps on your phone.

With a tight blink of concentration, you imagined a hoard of zombies into existence to block the The Kreel from you in their masses, while you made your escape.

You watched the home you loved disappear in a cloud of dust in your rear view mirror, as a van full of lizard Kreel soldiers went to battle with the flesh eating zombies in their haste to get to you.

The character that looked like you in the comic book wailed and sobbed, driving away as fast as they could, fearing they’d never see E again.

You frowned at the page as you finished reading, your lungs starving for air after holding your breath for so long.

At the very end, your character reminded herself in thought bubbles that she’d lose her memory once she breached the Hawkinsgate portal. The Kreel could pinpoint brainwaves when a creative’s thoughts were particularly active, so everything had to be wiped clean for their safety. The girl in the story cried again, thinking about how she wouldn’t remember E, and how she hoped he’d show up there too, just like they had planned.

But, they wouldn’t know each other.

“Meet me in Hawkinsgate,” alone in your motel room you felt the warm breath against your ear, heard the words as clear as day. It was Eddie’s voice, and it sounded like he was right there next to you. “Meet me in Hawkinsgate….”

You jumped up off the bed and threw the magazine, making it land against the wall with a smack before it fluttered to the floor, landing face down. You were panting, trying to find your breath, a whimper escaping the back of your throat. You could feel the emotions building hot behind your eyes.

And then, you screamed.

#Eddie Munson #Stop the world and melt with you #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson series #eddie munson x reader #twilight zone #mystery #sci-fi

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──★ ˙ ̟ there really is no freedom here, is there? (nikolai gogol x gn! reader)

summary : TALKING ABOUT EXISTENTIAL CRISIS THE COMPLEXITIES OF BEING A HUMAN WITH NIKOLAI !!!!!!! HOW FUN!!!!!!!!!!! warnings : mentions of god,,, um,, nothing explicit i swear just existential crisis note : p short, and maybe absurd, my brain hasn't been braining for a while now. unlike my other fics, this one is written in 1st person pov

"Is this why you're always so theatrical, Nikolai?"

"Huh?" Nikolai turned to me, the juggling balls he'd been playing with falling to the floor.

"To mask those emotions deep inside you," I muttered, pulling up my knees to my chest.

Nikolai cocked his head to the side, his silence unbroken as he observed me. His grin then widened, and he closed the distance with dramatic, comically wide strides.

"Well, I guess I do!"

He crouched down before me.

"But you know what, dove? It never really works, if I'm being honest. No matter how much I laugh, make jokes, do magic tricks…"

Letting out a forced giggle, Nikolai held onto his temple and dramatically tossed his head back, bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha! No, no! It's not because I want to 'mask' those emotions, [y/n]! I just think if I suppress them well enough, I won't be able to feel them anymore one day. Then I'll finally be free!"

A grin spread across his lips as he flapped his arms; motioning a bird's wings. I let out a shallow laugh, shaking my head.

"Deep down, you do know that won't be the case, right, Kolya?"

His smile instantly faltered at what I just said.

"..."

For a moment, there was a lull in conversation.

"And why do you think so, dove?"

I had to swallow hard before I could respond with a nod.

"Sure, you technically won't feel anything, but boredom and numbness are still emotions in itself..." I buried my face in my arms, letting out a quiet sigh, "And I have a hunch that you're aware of that, Kolya. But, well, I'm just expressing my thoughts." I continued.

"You didn't need to remind me of that, [Y/N]..." Nikolai muttered out in a hushed voice, taking off his eyepatch and letting it drop to the ground. As it collided with the floor surface, I looked up, finding his gentle yet sorrowful smile.

"There really isn't any freedom, is there?" He said, lifting his hand towards the sky and splaying his fingers as though trying to reach something above. "I suppose we'll be trapped in here forever. We won't ever leave this warm, wet cage, for so long as we're alive."

I let the silence between us sink in for a moment.

"Being a human is so simple, yet so complicated, and so limiting, all at the same time."

A soft laugh emanated from Nikolai as he reached for a strand of my hair, idly twirling it between his gloved fingers. "Go on, dove," He coaxed, encouraging me to speak my mind even more.

"Well... and when people tell me 'your body is your own', it certainly doesn't feel like it. If it really is mine, then why does my emotions, drives and control everything that I do? If it really is mine and mine alone, why am I so controlled by my emotions? It should be the other way around, right?"

"Mhm mhm," the clown hummed, showing he was still listening.

"My emotions... they always feel... so out of control. And why am I driven by my own emotions in the first place? Is it because I'm human? Is it because an entity above me is controlling my emotions, some sort of God, perhaps?"

"..."

"Hahaha! Now, now, that's scary, [y/n]! I certainly would hate that!" Nikolai laughed out loud, the loudness startling me a bit.

"If God is really there, then this just means he can't save anyone." Nikolai's voice softened as he smiled and let go of my hair, his hand now gently cupping my cheek instead. "That's why, we need to find our own way to be free. Find the path to our freedom, in our own ways." he said earnestly.

"I will find a way to free us both," he added, "But for now... I just want to cherish your presence."

I looked at him with a soft smile and asked, "A long day, was it?"

Nikolai agreed with a nod, removing his hat before leaning against me. He slowly closed his eyes and gently took my hand, guiding it to ruffle his silvery locks. "Your touch is so comfortable, can I just take your hand away?" He suddenly spoke, his tone playful.

"I'm not letting you amputate me."

"Hehehehe!" Nikolai only giggled in response and continued to nuzzle against me. "I'm just kidding, dove!"

#nikolai bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #nikolai gogol bsd #bsd x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai x y/n #nikolai gogol x you #bungou stray dogs x you #my way of coping w anhedonia hHEHHjehe #bungo stray dogs x reader

[mukuberry]

Trial 3 cover song wishlist

With trial 2 basically done, I want to make my last wishlist for covers... these aren't predictions because Deco hates me and won't let me be happy ever ^u^ there's quite a few songs I wanna see be covered but since we'll only get one per character, I've forced myself to just choose one each....

Haruka - Relationship Scramble

You know, we'll end up love's prisoners, hurt each other,

And say farewell no matter what, right?

In that case, isn't the right answer the twisted one?

What a pain! This pain is so great it's lingering even now.

Searching for legitimacy

Cost me so much that I fell apart.

Yuno - Rabbit Hole

If you get lonely, find anybody, just get lucky

I loathed to love but it gave me life, gonna be a smitten mitten till the day you die?

So why don't you kiss up and shake your cottontail?

A bad dance, why don't you drown in it?

Fake out! I like you! Ugh, can't take it

Fuuta - Chimera

Oh, 1 like, 2 likes...

Your face is like a wolf in sheep's clothing

But watch your step, the evaluation is using a point deduction system

Don't be greedy or you'll drown in poison

Wow! 100 likes, 1k likes!

Your face looks like you're trying to suppress your ego

Muu - Theory Of Negativity

It's not like you'd ever understand, so I'll just keep my mouth shut and make a fool of you

As long as people have secrets to hide, I'm invincible

I can be a good girl through the tears I shed

"Shall I just die"- even while making wishes like this,

I accidentally said "I want to live"

Shidou - Ghost Rule

No statute of limitations for my crime,

Robbed of forgiveness for that thievery of mine,

Things don't look any better today,

Unable to keep up this deception the way I'd hoped

Slowly lapsing in depravity

I hardly realise what has already become rotten

Mahiru - Cosmic Rendezvous

I wanna dance with you, forever, I wanna poke fun and play, forever

This sucks so bad, this countdown to bye-bye, not long until it runs out, fuck

Hey, take me with you to the other side, "together forever" like on a playground, laugh around

But seriously, what's up with my wish not coming true, fuck

Kazui - We The Hostages

I can't drag you along. I can't drag you along, so let's say goodbye.

No matter how much you love me, all I do is get itchy

So give me back the version of me that you own

The memories you want to forget are hostages

So you have to be prepared to kill them at any moment.

I knew too much, so I wish to forget

I only like your exterior. After all, I want to make you my servant

Amane - Poison Apple

You make me laugh with your "sorry", serves you right, always self-centered

On a different note, your tear-stained face, it kinda tickles me the right way

No more, not any more, you really should stop.

No more, not any more, I'd get so ripe, I just can't

Poison check that love, mmm tasty, yummy

Spine shivering sweetness, I wanna feel it, I can't forget that flavour

Mikoto - Nocturnal Kids

I want to sleep but I won't- today is still all right.

Though we've transmitted our voices to each other over and over again, and it's lasted so long,

Let's stop. Let's run away. It's okay.

You can sleep now. I'll protect you diligently, after all.

Let's say "good morning" and make it "today" again.

Kotoko - 118

Not to mention, the fact that you don't even seem to feel any remorse for your actions is just so pathetic

My iron heart has already been melted down and broken

From all the love and affection that was jammed into it

Hearing the words "I love you" just makes me hate you

Where has our happiness been hidden away?

#milgram #NOT HAPPY WITH SHIDOU. hate him but i can't think of any other song he'd cover.... #i can think of so many for miko but ill never stop pushing for Nocturnal kids. sorry #also kazui. but i gotta choose only one sadge #be warned I'll change my mind on all of these in a month #all the lyrics i got from the vocaloidlyrics wiki btw :3

[reasonsmandy]

Lady Vinyl

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Graham x shy reader! Just two softies being cute together

✧.* summary — Your shyness was always a hindrance, but not when you were behind the LA radio speakers. Graham was curious about you from the first time he saw you at the bar where they played, and since then he has needed to get closer to you.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — In case you'd like to be tagged in other djats stories of mine, the link to my tag list is at the end of the story. Good reading :)

The bar is dark and smoky, lit only by a few flickering candles and the glow of neon signs in the windows. You can smell the heady mix of alcohol and tobacco in the air, along with a hint of something else - something more illicit.

The room is small and cramped, with mismatched tables and chairs scattered haphazardly around the space. The walls are lined with vintage posters and photographs, most of them faded and peeling with age. The bar itself is a sturdy wooden affair, its surface scarred and scratched from years of use.

Behind the bar, your dad is mixing drinks with practiced ease. He looks up as you walk in, giving you a nod of recognition before turning back to his work. You take a seat at one of the tables, the one that is furthest away and almost hidden in a poorly lit corner, feeling a little out of place among the regulars who are already settling in for the night.

When listening to the sound of guitar strings and drum sticks against the drums, you glance up at the stage. The lighting is dim, with just a few spotlights illuminating the musicians. Your dad had asked you to stop by the bar that night, and even though you're busy with your radio show stuff, you decided to grant his request.

"Hey peaches." Your dad greets you, handing you an orange juice. "How are Lady Vinyl's projects, huh?"

"Shiii! Dad, I told you a million times already." You scold him, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "Don't mention her, not here where someone can listen."

"My bad my bad." He chuckles as he shakes his head, he sits down beside you. "Rod said they're good, maybe a band will please my little girl for once, huh."

You smile, taking a sip of your drink before responding. "We'll see about that, dad. But I did find some really interesting bands while I was out doing research for the show. I think this next one will be a hit with our listeners."

Your dad nods, looking over at the stage where the band is setting up. "I trust your gut, kiddo." He gets up and places a kiss on the top of her head. "Wait for me here, alright? As soon as I close, I'll drop you off at home."

As the band takes the stage, the room is charged with anticipation. The first notes of their song 'Look me in the eye' echo through the bar, and the crowd begins to sway along with the rhythm.

You pull out your notebook and start scribbling down notes, trying to capture the essence of the band's performance. But your mind keeps wandering to your own radio show. You're proud of what you do - you've built up a loyal following by sharing your extensive knowledge of rock music from the 60s and 70s. And the anonymity that comes with using a pseudonym allows you to feel more free and confident on air.

You had an idea for the next show and you were very excited about this one, you had visited some local bars to listen to the up and coming bands there and talk about them on the show. That was another good side of being behind the pseudonym, nobody would find out that you were the broadcaster of the show and would treat you differently for it, you would see the raw presentations in their pure apex. So when your dad said he had booked a band on Rod's recommendation you decided to stop by to see.

As the song progresses, you notice the crowd's reactions. People are smiling and nodding along with the music, some even singing along to the chorus. You're impressed by the band's energy and presence on stage, as they seem to command the attention of everyone in the room. But one person in particular catches your attention, the guitarist had amazing energy, he felt every chord he played in a unique way... It was so captivating, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

You find yourself transfixed by the sight of him, drawn in by his passion and talent. You've always loved music, but you've never seen anyone play like this before. For a moment, you forget about everything else - the noise of the crowd, the smell of smoke, the weight of your own shyness. All you can think about is the music, and the man creating it.

The hours passed and they kept the energy at the same level, it was impressive how each new song conveyed more of their passion for what they were doing. You wrote down every detail that attracted you to the performance, and without realizing it you had focused too much on the guitarist, you laugh when you notice your slip and write more things about the drummer for example.

As the night wears on and the band's set comes to an end, Graham's eyes keep darting towards you in the back of the room. He can see that you've been taking notes throughout the performance, and he's curious about what you're been writing. And there was something in your manner that he was itching to find out more, he remembered seeing you a few times at the bar, but no more than minutes so he never had the opportunity to speak to you. But today he would do it differently.

As the bar begins to clear out, Graham starts packing up his equipment, shooting occasional glances in the direction of you, at first you think you're getting crazy and started to see things, but when he smiles at you, you immediately take your gaze to your notebook, pretending it wasn't you. He can feel his curiosity getting the better of him, and as he finishes packing up his guitar, he turns to Warren.

"Warren man, can you cover me?" He says winding up the guitar wire.

Rojas turns to him with a cigarette between his lips. "Of course man, but don't you take too long because I want to talk to that chick over there." He says blowing smoke from his cigarette.

"No problem, I won't be long." The younger Dunne walks off the stage, heading towards you.

You feel him approaching and anxiety takes over your body, you try to calm down but nervousness won't let you. You drink the rest of the juice in your glass, thinking about how to act normally, your father watches you from a distance and laughs at the situation, shaking his head.

"Hey." His voice sends a jolt of energy through your body, you knew there was no escape now and you look at him.

"Hi." Your voice barely comes out, and you close the notebook looking at him.

"Is it okay for me to sit here with you?" His eyes looked much lighter up close, and you had a hard time taking yours away from his.

"Sure." You said a few things, and he notices your nervousness, finding it kinda cute.

"I couldn't help but notice that you wrote down a lot of things in there." He points to the notebook in front of you. "Any ideas on how I can improve my performance?"

"I don't... Oh, sorry if I distracted you." His voice came out in an almost whisper tone and he couldn't help but smile, you were interesting.

"The only thing you did was give me one more reason to play better." He says capturing your attention more. "Being in the audience... You know? Like, you inspired me to play better..."

"I understood the pick up line." You laugh at his nervousness feeling yours slowly slip away.

…

KLOS 95.5

Lady Vinyl (you): My dear listeners, I come to bring you wonderful news! The Rise of Rock at Sunset Strip is being born and enchanting the ears of anyone who takes the time to visit the bars at night. I must say that I feared this big musical change, but evaluating and listening more carefully to the bands that appear around, I feel that something good is coming. Can I be wrong? Yes, but y'all know that rarely happens [chuckles]. And speaking of good bands, I have to give a shoutout to 'The Six' who played a killer show at The Stache last night. If you missed it, you missed out on something special. But don't worry, I'm here to fill you in on all the juicy details. The energy was electrifying, and the crowd was absolutely loving it. They started the set with 'Look Me in the Eye', a song that I just can't get enough of. The guitar riffs were on point, the drums were pounding, and the bass was just groovy enough to get everyone moving.

"You hear that man!?" Warren exclaims while jumping of excitement. "Do you understand how big this is?"

"She said the bass made everyone move! ." Eddie says feeling a little cocky. "I knew I was wonderful that day."

Graham could only hear his friends as background noise, his focus centered on the voice coming out of the radio speakers, while Camila congratulated them for having won the attention of the broadcaster he could only focus on how familiar that voice sounded, he strained to try to identify where he had heard that timbre before and after a lot of effort, he can see the image of you writing things down during the show came in his mind. He smiles broadly, he needed to see you again.

Lady Vinyl (you): And let's not forget about the vocals, which were nothing short of amazing. There's no doubt in my mind that these guys are the new rock sensation of Sunset Strip, and if you trust my gut and know that I only bring you good things, believe me when I say: You will still hear a lot from them. So, keep your ears open and your turntables spinning, because the sound of The Six is here to stay. This is Lady Vinyl signing off for tonight my lovelies, next week I'll be here at the same time but until then... make me proud and keep these vinyls spinning. Bye bye!

"Hey Graham, did you hear that?" Karen catches the attention of the younger Dunne who comes out of his trance. "The new rock sensation of Sunset Strip!" She quotes you.

"Yeah yeah." He says without paying her attention, he could only think about you and how badly he wanted to see you again.

...

He felt beads of sweat trickle down his face as his fingers danced across the guitar strings in automatic fashion, the most natural muscle memory he had acting up while his attention was focused on finding your pair of eyes among the people on that dimly lit bar. But there was no trace of you, which made him a little disappointed as he looked forward to seeing you again.

When people had already left and the band was eating after introducing the youngest Dunne approaches the bar with a sad face, the bartender notices the man's downcast face and decides to talk to him.

"What has you so down son?" Tayrone's voice was thick, and echoed in Graham's ears.

"I've been looking for someone for days and nothing." A sigh escapes the guitarist's lips. "I think I'll just give up."

"Look, I don't usually keep tabs on all the regulars but maybe I can help." Your father was wiping some glasses while listening intently to the man in front of him.

"There was this girl here last week, she was sitting at that table in the back." Graham points to the far corner of the bar, making Tayrone arch an eyebrow. "She was writing things down in a black notebook..."

"I see," Tayrone says, nodding his head. "So, you're interested in her, huh?"

Graham nods, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Yeah, she's beautiful and she seems really interesting, you know. I've been looking for her everywhere, but I can't seem to find her."

Tayrone chuckles knowingly. "Well, I might be able to help you out with that."

"You can?" Graham's eyes widen in surprise.

Tayrone leans in conspiratorially. "She's actually my daughter."

Graham's jaw drops. "Your daughter?!"

Tayrone nods, grinning. "Yes, she's quite something, isn't she?"

Graham nods, still in shock. "Yeah, I believe so." His voice gradually disappeared, the shyness for having spoken about you like that to your father taking over him.

Tayrone chuckles again. "Well, no need to be shy now son." For a moment they are both quiet until an idea pops into Tayrone's mind. "Can you do me a favor kid? Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment late at night and I need to leave early, can you close the bar for me?."

Graham nods, still processing the information. "Of course old Tay, count on me."

...

Later that night you went to your dad's apartment for dinner, and you found yourself seated across from him at a rustic wooden table, surrounded by posters of rock legends that adorned the walls. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows across the room.

You sipped at your wine, enjoying the rich, fruity flavor as your father regaled you with stories of his youth and the wild rock concerts he had attended. As the conversation flowed, Tayrone eventually brought up Graham.

"You know, you have a secret admirer at the bar," he said casually, a smirk growing on his face.

You felt your cheeks flush at the mention of the handsome guitarist. "What do you mean dad?"

"You know, that guitarist in the band I hired? The slightly awkward little boy seems to be quite taken with you," Tayrone replied, smiling knowingly.

You laugh at his comparison. "Dad, it's not his fault that you're almost ten feet tall." You take another sip of wine. "And another thing, I think you must have misunderstood... I just don't know if Graham and I have anything in common."

"And how do you know that little one?" Tayrone asks firmly. "You have plenty in common. You both love music, for one thing. And who knows what else you might discover if you give him a chance?"

"Not a chance dad." You take a piece of cheese from the tray in front of you and offer it to him, he declines and you eat it. "He probably just wanted to clear some doubts with me..."

"Doubts about what, dear?" He crosses his arms smiling pretending to believe her excuses. "If I didn't know you so well I would even believe that excuse of yours Y/N."

"What excuse?" You shrug, pretending not to understand what he was talking about. He just plucks his eyebrow, "I don't feel safe with myself for this dad."

"Oh don't sell yourself short, my dear. You're an amazing young woman, and any man would be lucky to have you." Your father opens another beer for you, feeling frustrated that you don't get his point. "Listen to your father my daughter, the boy is nice... Give him a chance."

You nodded thoughtfully, feeling a flicker of hope in your chest. Maybe your father was right. Maybe it was worth giving Graham a chance.

As the meal drew to a close, Tayrone brought up a favor he needed from you.

"Tomorrow, I need you to close up the bar for me," he said. "I have some errands to run and won't be back in time. Think you can handle it?"

You nodded, not suspecting a thing. Little did you know, your father had a plan in mind – a plan that involved you and Graham finally meeting and talking, and a plan that would change the course of your days.

...

You had picked up the keys from your dad a few hours ago, he said he was leaving the pub at 8pm and you were already on your way to pack up and close early, Sunset as always was busy music invaded your ears with everything as you walked to your family's establishment. When you approach the door you can see Graham sitting on the stage playing with the guitar strings, there wasn't supposed to be anyone there... Your father said you were just supposed to close the bar and leave. It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together and understand old Tayrone's plan to get the two of you together, you take a deep breath trying to count the anxiety that builds in you and open the door.

Graham hears the bell above the door and looks up at it, smiling to see you there. He gets up from the stage and greets you warmly. "Hey there, I didn't know you'd come."

You try to sound casual. "Hey, Graham. How's it going?"

"It's going great now that you're here," he replies with a smile.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" You ask, trying to understand the situation.

"Your dad asked me to close the place." Graham says running a hand through his hair.

"Of course he did." You shake your head in disbelief at what he had done. "Funnily enough, he asked me to do that too."

"Oh I see." Graham couldn't help but smile, of all the things he thought old Tay could do, this wasn't one of them. "Good, since I'm here. Can I help you pack everything?"

"That would be nice, thank you." You say objectively, trying to avoid his gaze.

You can feel your cheeks turning pink and you look away, trying to control your shyness. Graham notices and asks, "Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

You nod, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I'm just...not used to being alone with someone like this."

Graham steps closer to you, his voice gentle. "Well, there's nothing to be nervous about. We're only going to spend a few hours together, we'll talk, but if you want, I can stay quiet." His joke makes you laugh, and when he hears the sound of your laughter he feels butterflies in his stomach.

You take a deep breath, feeling the tension start to dissipate. "Okay, that sounds nice."

You two start to clean everything around, little by little you start to feel more comfortable by his side, feeling a little more at ease. You talk about your love for music, your dreams and aspirations, and your favorite bands. Graham listens intently, nodding along and adding his own thoughts to the conversation.

After a while, he suddenly asks, "Are you Lady Vinyl?"

Your heart skips a beat. How did he know? You try to play it cool. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I've seen you at the bar a few times when you come to see the shows, she always talks about the same shows you are on, your voice matches hers" he explains. "And your taste in music is very similar to hers. I just had a feeling."

You hesitate for a moment before admitting the truth. "And what if I was her?"

Graham arches his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. "Well, you would be much more badass than I already think you are."

You blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. He seems to notice your sudden embarrassment as he stops cleaning a nearby table and turns to face you. "Guess that confirms my theory huh."

You smile, rolling your eyes. "Okay, you got me. I am Lady Vinyl"

Graham explains. "I was blown away by your talent. I mean, I've been in this business for a while, and I can honestly say that you're one of the best DJs I've ever seen."

You're touched by Graham's praise, but at the same time, you feel a little ashamed. You've always struggled with imposter syndrome, and hearing someone as talented as Graham compliment your work makes you feel like you don't deserve it. "Thanks, but I don't know if I'm really that good," you say modestly.

"Don't be so humble," Graham says, looking at you seriously. "You have a gift, and you should be proud of it. I think you could go really far in this business if you just believe in yourself."

You look at Graham, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. It's not often that someone sees you for who you really are and believes in you without reservation. "Thank you," you say quietly. "That means a lot to me."

The hours of the night are slowly passing, without noticing you and Graham were already very loose next to each other. Your shyness had already gone out of your body, around him you felt free to be yourself, it was a similar feeling to the one you had on the radio, it was just you and him and he saw you as a unic person and not just another out there. The bar was already set up, but you didn't want to say goodbye to each other, so after telling Graham about your desire to learn guitar, he decides to teach you what he knows.

As you strummed the guitar strings, you could feel Graham's gaze on you, watching your every move. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you made a mistake, quickly putting the guitar down and shaking your head in frustration. "I can't do this," you said, feeling defeated.

Graham chuckled. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Learning to play takes time and practice."

You looked at him skeptically. "But I don't have any musical talent. My thing is just talking about music, not making it."

"Come on, don't be like that," he said, reaching over to adjust your hand on the guitar neck. "Let 's try again."

You took a deep breath and began to strum again, this time with more confidence. Graham smiled encouragingly as you played, nodding his head in time with the rhythm. You felt yourself relax as the music filled the room, and soon you were lost in the moment, forgetting all of your worries.

As the night wore on, Graham patiently taught you different chords and techniques, always encouraging you to keep going even when you stumbled. And with each passing moment, you felt yourself falling more and more in love with him.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Graham leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your neck. "You're a natural," he whispered, his fingers still on yours as you played. "Don't ever give up on this."

You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was a moment of silence between you, and then he leaned in and kissed you tenderly. As you kissed him back, you felt all of your doubts and fears melt away, replaced by a sense of pure joy and happiness.

And as the two of you pulled away, you knew that you had found something truly special – something that would last a lifetime.

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KLOS 95.5

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But you know what they say, music isn't just about the notes you play, it's about the emotions you evoke. And speaking of emotions, have you ever had a moment that just takes your breath away? Maybe a sudden burst of inspiration, a breathtaking view, or even a surprise kiss that leaves you feeling dizzy and wanting more.

Well, that's the power of music, my friends. It has the ability to transport us to another world, to make us feel alive and passionate. And that's why I love what I do. And of course, don't forget to buy 'SevenEighNine'

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[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 17

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 5,815

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 17 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Small bit of angst

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Hoseok leads you off somewhere distant. Up the large stairs and towards the west wing. You take a chance to look at the walls and paintings that adorn them. From abstract art to full fledged pieces of what you presume to be other vampires. Vampires who once ruled these walls. There's one in particular that catches your attention. A man and several women seated and around them are seven young men. You immediately recognize one of them as Jimin and your eyes go to search for Hoseok but before you can find him you're dragged off and away. Hoseok continues to pull on your arm until you reach a door. He opens it to reveal a lavished bedroom the curtains are drawn closed and reveal to be thick cream material with lace layered on top. His bed is a four poster with an emerald green and cream colored sheets. You look around as he releases your hand and you find yourself drawn to his entertainment center. It's made out of glass as are his nightstands but what catches your eye are the pictures he has lying on top of them. They're pictures of children. Children playing, children holding each other in tight hugs. There's one of a teenager who looks much like Hoseok holding a woman close to his side - a heart shaped smile taking over his face. If it weren't for her facial features that resembled him so much- his nose, cheekbones, and smile being mirror images - you would have thought she might be his sister or possibly a lover.

Hoseok checks over his things the servants brought while you stare at the picture and huffs when he gets to your bag.

You look over to him see he has it open and stares down into it with a disapproving gaze.

"What" you ask.

He looks up at you with a frown. "Nothing it's just," he starts but then hums. "I thought you would have more things."

You scratch the back of your neck in slight discomfort. "I didn't need a lot of stuff and I still don't so don't worry about it."

He shakes his head. "We'll change that soon enough."

It's like he didn't hear a word that you said but you can't bring yourself to fight him. You're hungry and thirsty and you voice that aloud to him.

He pouts as he hums. "We'll get something to eat in a minute. Let me just put your stuff away."

You turn away from the picture you were staring at and face him. "Where are you going to put my stuff?"

"In the closet with mine." He smiles. "I have some extra room in there so it only seems right."

You don't know what to say to that so you go back to snooping around his room. You normally are not like this but you want to get a layout of your prison. Have an idea where things are and have an escape plan if needed.

You walk over to the curtains and peek through them. It's night time so you know every single vampire is active right now. Your eyes roam over what you can see and notice the entire backyard is gated with long black metal rods. It goes on past the house and you note that the front must be gated too. You didn't notice that before and now that you do it leaves you feeling a little defeated.

"Of course," you mumble.

You take the time to look over everything else and notice a garden takes up the majority of the space. You can't tell what flowers they are from this distance but you also notice a bunch of hedges in the shape of a miniature maze. Past it you see the top of something else but can't make out what it is. Lights light up the walkway leading to all of this just like in the front and you have half a mind to check it out. If not later then maybe tomorrow.

"Okay that's that."

Hoseok makes you jump with his overly joyful voice. You were taking in the silence just fine before he reminded you of his presence.

He smiles your way. "Everything has been put away. How about we get something to eat now? Maybe there's still something left over from earlier's dinner. If not we can order something?"

You bite your lip with a shrug.

He doesn't say anything about your suddenly timid attitude but he goes to take your hand in his. You don't try to fight him off but you're clearly nervous. Knowing how trapped you are in here will do that to you.

"Come on."

He leads you out of his bedroom that you guess you'll be sharing with him. That thought alone leaves you feeling sick. Why couldn't you have a room of your own? You question this out loud and it makes Hoseok frown.

"Why would you be alone if we're together? It's only right for couples to stay with each other."

Your brows furrow as you frown. You lick your lips prepared to say something but his grip on your hand tightens.

"Just be aware how utterly alone you are without me here. You might as well accept it."

Your nostrils flare as your eyes widen a fraction for just a second. A second enough for Hoseok to notice before a chilling smile takes over his face.

You look forward and try to ignore the way your heart beats erratically. You truly are trapped.

Hoseok leads you down the stairs and over to the east wing towards the kitchen. He startles a few servants at his sudden entrance but they calm down when they notice who it is, but their curiosity is piqued when they see you.

"Master Hoseok," one of them says. He has a gentle smile towards his Master. "You're back."

"I am," Hoseok smiles. "I came to see if there were any left over food from dinner."

"Of course! We knew you and Masters Jungkook and Seokjin would be back tonight so we saved some for you."

Hoseok nods. "Is there enough for my partner?"

"Partner?" Another asks. She looks confused as she looks between you two.

"Yes I should introduce you." Hoseok holds your hands up to show how they are entwined. "Meet Y/N. She's my lover. We met over at the Baek's. We fell in love and now she's here. She'll be living with us from now on."

Your eyes widen when he said you both were in love. You look over to the servants with a desperate look that catches their attention real quick. They don't say anything but watch as you shake your head subtlety. Not enough to garner Hoseok's attention but theirs alone. One of them smiles though it seems forced as she hesitantly bows towards you.

"Uh um, welcome Lady Y/N. I-It's nice to meet you."

The other three servants follow her movements and bow as well but when they stand up they can see the way your eyes begin to water.

You didn't want this. Not at all.

The air feels awkward then with no one knowing what to do. It's until the first servant that greeted Hoseok in the beginning that everyone begins to move.

"I'm sure there's enough for Lady Y/N. You know we always make enough seeing as Master Jungkook has quite the appetite."

A maid goes to retrieve the refrigerated food. Another gathers plates and glasses and warms up the food.

"You can wait in the dining room, Master Hoseok. We'll bring it out for you two shortly."

Hoseok smiles before leading the two of you off. You give one last glance back towards the servants - a desperate look on your face. They notice it but choose to instead look down or away from you. It breaks your heart.

The two of you enter the next room and you are greeted by a large table. Up close you realize it's made out of black mahogany and it makes you raise a brow. You realize how expensive it must be but don't say a word about. Hoseok picks out a seat for you where you sit down. Shortly after he takes his place next to you and sighs with a smile.

"Our cooks are exceptional so I know you'll enjoy the food."

You only hum in response as you look down at the table. The very expensive table. You know mahogany when you see one and only because you looked up different types of furnishings when you were looking for a desk for yourself. It was an option but too expensive. More than what you could afford despite how much money you saved which is more than likely gone because you doubt Hyung-Won would allow you to access your bank account now. The idea of it just makes you rub your hand over your face in irritation. You brought the card with you anyways but you still doubt it.

"Everything okay, my love?"

You grit your teeth and swallow down your answer. It would have come off rude and you're trying to play it nice right now. You already irritated him once tonight. You don't want to push your luck to see what he would do to you in punishment.

You sigh deeply and give a nod. "I'm just a little tired. The nap in the car wasn't enough."

He hums as he places a hand on the back of your neck to massage. "I imagine. You should try to stay up though. Have your schedule in tandem with mine. Now that we're together I'd like to spend more time with you rather than the few short hours of the day."

You purse your lips but make no room to respond. You won't respond. You just can't.

A few minutes pass by before the doors open and in come in the servants from the kitchen with food and drinks.

Hoseok let's out loud "Oh-ho" in excitement and breathes in the smell of food. Placed before you two is a plate of japchae and on a smaller plate an egg custard. A glass of wine is served as well and it's within more silence do you start to eat your food.

All that's heard are the slurps as you both enjoy your meal. It was very good and you enjoy it to the fullest. From the meat to the vegetables to the noodles - it all tasted fantastic, but you weren't about to let Hoseok know about that.

You don't realize how quiet Hoseok really is at the dinner table with no willing participant is around for conversation. You prefer it though because you really didn't feel like talking.

As soon as you're done your food you start on the custard. The texture is smooth and comes apart deliciously in your mouth. You take a sip of your wine and enjoy it as well but again you won't tell Hoseok that.

Hoseok giggles as he looks your way before wiping his lips. "You left your plate clean."

You grunt.

He giggles again but doesn't say anything else as he begins his dessert. More preferable silence until the doors open up and reveal Lords Seokjin and Jungkook.

"Ah I see you two already made it to the dinner table." Seokjin announces with a smile.

"And we already finished up." Hoseok says.

Seokjin sucks his teeth as Jungkook goes to sit.

"I guess you won't be accompanying us tonight then?"

"You should have come here earlier if that's the case Jwan."

Jwan? Was that his nickname for his brother? You don't realize how close the two are until now as Seokjin let's out an unusual laugh. He takes in the nickname just fine and even returns the favor by calling Hoseok "Hobi."

Hobi? You guess they kept it together - kept it professional in front of your former Masters because they were revealing a side of themselves they haven't before.

"Kooky." Seokjin calls for the youngest's attention.

The young vampire stretches and yawns loudly before answering Seokjin back.

"What?"

"What are you doing after this?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Probably play some games."

"Let's play together. Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets player 1."

"No."

"Ah come on Kooky my little dongsaeng. Don't hurt your brother's feelings like that."

You freeze when you hear a little giggle escape the young one. He was capable of laughing?

"No because if you win you'll never shut up about it. I can play on my own."

"Ya-"

"You guys are so loud." Hoseok laughs.

God everything felt so normal around you and you hated it. How they could bring their walls down and laugh with one another despite holding you hostage. It almost makes you want to scream and cry but you know you have to play it cool because you'll gain nothing from throwing a tantrum.

The men squabble and laugh together like it's nothing until soon enough Seokjin's and Jungkook's dinner comes in. Their eyes light up as it's brought to them and both yours and Hoseok's empty plates are taken away.

Seokjin hums around a mouthful of food before swallowing. "What are you two going to do now?"

He questions you and Hoseok.

"Well I was planning on giving her a tour so that way she doesn't get lost without me around."

A tour? That could actually help you in advantage if given the chance to escape. Clearly it's caught your attention because Seokjin notices the way you perk up. He smiles in your direction before talking to Hoseok.

"I think that's a good idea. Have fun you two!"

You can only hum in response and are quick to stand up along with Hoseok. He seems to notice your determination and it brings a smile to his face.

"Where would you like to start?"

You shrug. "Anywhere really."

"Since we're already down stairs let's start from here then."

You nod as he reaches for your hand. It's the one time you don't frown about it but it's because you're somewhat excited. If you can find a way to escape you might be able to do so with Hoseok's help. He wouldn't know of course but this is your first step.

He pulls you out of the dining room before inhaling deeply to talk. "So you know already this is the dining room and over there is the kitchen. He brings you further down the hall to show you a room without a door.

"This is the playroom. Everything from consoles, PCs, pool, foosball - you name it, we have it."

You look around the room and it looks far different from the one back at your former Masters' home. It looks bigger to help accommodate everything inside. The walls are like an eggplant purple as are a few of the chairs sat around a table. Behind it is a bookcase lined up with a variety of board games. Across from this setup is a long L-shaped, black couch and in front of that is a large screen TV with consoles of every type beneath them in an entertainment center. Much like the one in Hyun-Woo's room it has games lining each side of the TV with a rack of controllers rested on the entertainment center. Behind that are the pool and foosball tables sat right next to each other. Pressed up against the wall are rows of PCs with monitors, a lit up keyboard and mouse along with headphones resting upon their respective stands. Across from that is a doorway that's closed and Hoseok leads you to it to show you what's inside.

"In here," he says as he goes to open it. "Is the theater room."

You look inside to see there's a giant screen that takes up the wall with speakers beneath it and across from them are two rows of recliners with cup holders on the arm rest.

"Some times on a weekend, if we're free, we'll watch a movie together. With you here you're welcomed to join us."

You hum.

He leads you out of the theater and playroom to lead you further down the hall to where you find a sliding door to the outside.

"And this, my love. This leads out to the garden. Would you like to see?"

Before you can properly formulate a verbal answer you nod.

He chuckles at what he perceives to be your enthusiasm before sliding the door open to let the two of you out.

The Summer air has cooled down with the moon out. A soft breeze blows by and along with it comes the sound of rustling foliage. Hoseok continues to lead you down into it from the stone walkway that leads up to the door where you stand. There's no patio like at Hyun-Woo's but a big shade structure that covers over the stone platform. Beneath the structure are gray couches with purple pillows with a glass stand on either side.

You don't get to admire it for long as Hoseok continues to lead you down the walkway. Your path is lit by little lights that are stuck into the grassy ground. It brightens your path enough so you can see all of the beautiful flowers around you. You can see some of them. From climbing trees with branches filled with lilac wisteria, bushes of blue and purple hydrangeas as well as rows upon rows of herbaceous clematis. You can't see what else there is but from what you can see it looks beautiful. All of it does.

"It's beautiful," you wistfully say. You don't know why but it makes you feel sad. Maybe because it reminds you so much of your garden work from back home. Well, what was once your home.

"Hey." Hoseok gently calls for your attention.

You look over to him and he has a sweet smile plastered onto his face. It bothers you so much the way he looks at you. Like he's in love.

"Life is going to be great for you living here. I promise you that."

His hand caresses your face and you have to fight with yourself to not pull away, but your frown is evident. He doesn't say anything about it. Probably assuming it has less to do with him than your change in housing.

He squeezes your hand in what you believe to be his reassurance before he leads you back towards the estate.

"We can explore more of this during the day. Don't want for us to get lost in the maze at night." He winks like he's telling a joke but you don't react to it.

As soon as you both are in he continues the tour. He eventually takes you the library which isn't far from the exit to the garden. You remember what he told you back in your formal home about how much you'll love it. It's spacious with rows upon rows of books. Bookshelves also line the middle of the room and they're filled to the brim with books as well. Your eyes widen at the sight of it all. Hoseok wasn't kidding when he mentioned how expansive the library is. You somewhat recall how he mentioned it was all due to his brother's interest. You wonder if it's any of the ones you met so far.

You walk further into the room to see tables around it with seats and a tall window with a nook and small pillows. It looked like something out of a fairytale and you imagined how nice it would look with the sun pooling in.

Before you could see or say anything though Hoseok pulls on your hand.

"You're welcome to come here whenever you like. For now though let's continue the tour."

You let him drag you away and you think you just might take his word on that. If you're escape fails you'll have a room to hide out in away from him. That's if you can even try to escape. So far you know the entire place is gated. Hopefully that won't put a wrench in your plans.

Hoseok takes you further around the place until he points out a few studies. The doors are closed but he mentions they belong to his brothers.

"There's seven of us and we need our own places to work." He opens the door to his study and shows you what's inside.

It looks like how any study would look. A desk along with small built in bookshelves behind it. The desk is made up of the same black mahogany from the dining room. You briefly wonder if he got it because of that or got the dining room table because of his desk. On top of it is a monitor plugged into his computer. Unlike the playroom his keyboard and mouse don't light up. The chair is a black ergonomic one that'll surely support his back. In the rest of the room is a long black couch to rest on and and a few plushies decorating the floor. You wouldn't have expected him to have something like that but you don't question it.

"You're welcome to rest here when I'm working. I wouldn't mind having your presence around." He raises your hand to kiss the back of it.

You can't help but cringe. You hate how he tries to pamper you with love and affection when you don't want any of it. You have to remind yourself to play it cool because now you're in the lion's den with little ways to escape. He says nothing about your reaction and you hoped it's because he really didn't notice.

He gives a contented sigh before leading you both back into the hall. Once the door is closed he brings you around to go back up the stairs.

"It's not necessary but to avoid you accidentally snooping around where you shouldn't - I'll show you where my brothers' rooms are."

You're silent as he brings you towards the east wing and immediately starts to point the rooms out.

"This one here is Namjoon's room. I've mentioned him before to you. The one that has an interest in books. I don't think he's here right now but when he is I'll introduce him to you."

The next is a few feet away and he points to it as well.

"Here is Yoongi's room. He might be home?" He turns his head in thought before knocking on the door. "He usually is. If not here then maybe in his stu-" Before he can finish the sentence the door opens.

A head full of long hair peeks out as he squints from the lighting in the halls. A face you could only explain as cute looks between you two before he yawns.

"Oh Yoongi!" Hoseok smiles. "I wasn't sure if you were here or in your study. Did I wake you up?"

Yoongi hums as he blinks slowly. "Everything okay?" His voice is deep and raspy from just waking up.

Hoseok nods. "I just wanted to introduce you to someone."

As if just realizing you are there, Yoongi's brow raises in your direction.

"This is Y/N. She'll be living with us from now on."

At that Yoongi's attention snaps back to Hoseok.

"Why," he asks.

"Because," Hoseok starts.

And here it comes, you think.

"She's my lover. We met at the Baek's."

Yoongi's lips part in small confusion before he shakes his head. "Um, okay? Uh congrats I guess?"

Hoseok chuckles. "We should leave you alone to rest up. You must've been working late again, right?"

His brother hums. "It's okay. I woke up a few minutes before you knocked. I just needed an excuse to get up."

"Ah, then I'll leave you to it, bro."

Yoongi hums again before closing the door.

"And that's my brother! The second oldest of us. Seokjin is the oldest."

You don't know what to say to that. You could barely formulate an answer as your brain is still processing that interaction. His brother didn't seem to care to know about the specifics between you and Hoseok. You wonder if he would have known the full truth would he be on Hoseok's side like Seokjin and Jungkook or be against it, but now you'll never know.

Hoseok tugs your hand as he goes further down the hall but on the opposite side.

"This is Taehyung's room. He might be home. Let's see." He knocks on the door and you wait for an answer.

As soon as the door opens your brows raise when you see Jimin instead. He leans up against the door way as he looks you up and down.

"Well hello, beautiful. What brings you here?"

You frown at him as Hoseok grits through his teeth "Knock it off. Where's Taehyung?"

Jimin only smirks before looking over his shoulder.

At the call of his name a tall vampire with fluffy hair walks over. Like a marble statue made in likeness to the gods Taehyung makes his appearance to you and you have to physically stop yourself from gasping.

"Taehyung," Hoseok starts. "This is Y/N. Y/N this is Taehyung. One of our youngest along with Jimin." He grumbles out the latter's name and it only makes Jimin's smile grow wider.

"Oh," Taehyung extends his hand. "Nice to meet you." A boxy smile takes over his features.

"She's Hoseok's girlfriend." Jimin chuckles.

At this Taehyung's brows raise up across his forehead before he looks between you two. Your brows are furrowed and you're clearly feeling uncomfortable while Hoseok looks like the complete opposite.

"I see." It's all Taehyung says but he doesn't question Jimin's words.

You hope it's because he notices that something is wrong about you two but he doesn't say so out loud.

"Well, it's nice to meet you then." He smiles but it doesn't really reach his eyes.

"It's always a pleasure seeing you." Jimin states but all it does is make your frown grow deeper.

Hoseok's grip on your hand tightens before he grumbles out a "See you" to his brothers. He leads you back towards the west wing to show you the rest of the place as Jimin's laugh rings out behind you.

You can tell Hoseok is not in the mood and it makes your heart skip a beat. You don't like it when he's angry because it makes your fear of him all the more evident. He doesn't say anything as you walk away and you follow behind him like a frightened prey. It's as you two are passing that one painting that caught your eye before do you stop walking. Hoseok feels your resistance and he's about to pull on you until he looks back and sees you staring at the picture. He releases your hand as he comes to stand by you as you both take in the painting. You say nothing and wonder if he won't either until his lips part to speak.

"That's my family."

You look at him before looking at the painting again.

You see eight men standing behind five seated women. You recognize Hoseok, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung but not the other two.

"Who's who," you ask.

"Well you know the ones that you met. This one right here," he points to the man who is just as beautiful as his brothers. "Is Namjoon. He's the one that isn't home right now and this one in the middle is our father."

That explained that but who were the women?

"And the women," you ask. Were they his sisters?

"Those are our mothers."

Your head snaps in his direction - confusion laced into your features. Hoseok laughs at your expression before he goes on to explain.

"Not all of us share the same mother. This one is mine," he points to the woman who you remember seeing in that one photo in his room. The one where Hoseok was a teenager. "This is Seokjin's, Namjoon's, and Taehyung's mother. And this is Yoongi's, Jungkook's and that one is Jimin's.

It never occurred to you that this was a thing. One man and five women in a relationship. Are they still in a relationship? You ask this out loud and Hoseok nods with a hum.

"I know it seems unconventional but they are in love just like we are."

Just like you were? Hoseok wasn't completely deluded you know that. Otherwise he wouldn't fight with you and make you feel desperate and alone if you so much as went against him. It makes you think what he means by that until something sickening clicks within you. He didn't mean...

"Did," you pause before you try to rephrase what you're trying to say. "Were they exactly like us?"

Hoseok laughs. "No, baby. Not like that. What we have is exceptional."

A sigh of relief leaves you at that. So Hoseok was the exception, but just him alone? You feel like something must be off with his brothers. Maybe not all of them but definitely some. Seokjin's and Jungkook's disinterest in wanting to help you out is one.

You look back up at the picture and sigh. You wonder if his parents know their son would turn out like this. With the way his brothers shrug it off you guess they didn't care or they might have done something to make him feel like what he was doing was right because someone as possessive as him - that just doesn't happen over night.

You feel Hoseok's hand come to rest on your lower back.

"Come," he says. "Let's go so I can show you where Seokjin's and Jungkook's rooms are."

"What about Jimin's?" You don't know why you ask about the other vampire that clearly is getting on Hoseok's bad side. You expect him to get angry but he just hums.

"It's actually next to Taehyung's. Just know that. Outside of that stay away from him. All he's capable of doing is causing trouble."

You give a soft "Oh" before he takes you down the hall.

A few feet in he stops at a door and juts his chin towards it. "This is Seokjin's room and the next one over you already know is mine. Across from here though is Jungkook's and the rest of the rooms around here are empty for guests."

Knowing how many of the brothers there are makes you nervous. How would you be able to get out without being noticed? That didn't count the help.

"Where do your servants live?" You needed to know.

"In a campus out back. Much like it is in your formal home."

You hum. "Do any of them live here?"

He shakes his head. "That's the difference between us and the Baek's. So many of us already live here and that's not including when family comes to visit so it's for the best they do not."

You purse your lips in thought. You also have to have an idea of the servants' schedule. So much so that you have to keep an eye out for. It makes you want to sigh in defeat but you don't want to call it quits just yet.

The first thing you'll need to do is check your bank account. See if it's still accessible. You'll need your laptop for that and will have to access it during a time where you're left alone. You don't want Hoseok to know what you're doing and why. Maybe when he's asleep or showering - anything really. So long as he's not over your shoulder.

"What has you thinking so hard, pretty girl?"

His question catches you off guard. You're quick to shake your head no before parting your lips to speak.

"Nothing. I'm just a little out of it that's all."

Hoseok hums as he pulls you into his arms. You grow stiff in his hold as he presses your chests together - his chin resting on your shoulder. You don't know what to do and so your arms hang limply by your sides. He inhales deeply before releasing it all into a sigh. The two of you are like this for a minute or so before he pulls back a little to kiss your neck.

Your body grows even stiffer and you nearly pull back from his hold. He gives you another kiss this one closer to your jaw before he pulls back to stare at you. His eyes are heavy with something unknown to you but you look away in nervousness. His hand comes up to caress your face until he places his fingers and thumb on either side of your face.

"Look at me."

You don't want to but you're afraid of what he might do to you if you don't. Warily, you look into his direction to take in his unreadable expression. His hold on your face is light but you know he's capable of squeezing you and hard. The idea of it makes your eyes water but you don't know if it's because of that or because you haven't blinked.

Hoseok sighs as he angles your head closer to his own. You see him work his jaw before he gives you a barely there smile.

"Welcome home, beautiful."

Your eyes can't stay open any longer and so they close. A single tear makes its way down your face as they open again and Hoseok watches it trail down. He kisses your cheek before pulling back but not far enough. It makes you want to cry but you try to stay strong.

"It's about that time you need your fix, right?"

You haven't even thought about that. You've been so preoccupied with going into survival mode that it slipped your mind. You haven't experienced withdrawals yet but you suspect it's either out of pure luck or because you're adrenaline is at an all time high and you barely felt the withdrawals because of it.

Hoseok questioningly hums and it's then you realize he wants to hear your answer. You lick your lips and he watches the action. Your throat suddenly feels parched as you try to swallow your spit. The gulp is loud but it does nothing to moisturize your throat. Your eyes begin to water again but this time out of helplessness.

You didn't want to go through those painful withdrawals again. Never ever again and so you do what you can only do. You nod pathetically.

Hoseok smiles at your response and leans his head in to yours until your lips touch. The kiss on your end is hesitant and it takes his tongue to peek through to make you open your mouth. With more hesitancy do you part your teeth to allow his tongue to touch your own and it's then do you feel it. That blissful feeling that has you pulling him in for more.

Oh how low you have fallen.

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #hoseok x reader #yandere hoseok

[kayhi808]

Perfect Match - 9

Warning: Normally I don't have violence in my stories, but this is Mafia based fiction. This chapter has knife torture.

BACK OFF OR EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL SUFFER

You stare at the note. Upon hearing the door open, "Did you see them?"

Billy locks up and pulls you into his arms, moving you away from the box & towards the kitchen, "I told you to stay upstairs."

Pulling away to look up at him, "Did you see them?"

Rubbing his hands up and down your back, "No, it was the concierge. He said it was left on the delivery desk in the lobby so he brought it up." He sits you on the kitchen stool as he gathers a garbage bag & gloves. He bags up the box & note & leaves it by the door.

"Should I call grandfather? He can get his men to pick it up and look it over."

"So can I," sounding a little offended. "Let my guys examine it. I don't want to go to your family empty handed. I need to prove I can take care of you."

Cradling his face in your hands, "Of course. I didn't mean to imply otherwise. It's a habit to go to my grandfather. I didn't mean to offend you." You place a gentle kiss on his lips, "You're right. We're a team now. We can handle this."

"I should have planned this better. We need a security detail in place. It's obvious that our enemies are coming out of the woodwork sooner than I expected."

"Our engagement was only officially announced last night."

"Game on, Angel."

*****

Bill works fast. He had his people tapping into the buildings security cameras & cameras in businesses around the building looking for the guy who dropped off the box. In no time at all, they sent him an image of the guy. You didn't find him familiar, but you were going to take it to grandfather. Bill already distributed it to his contacts.

He had someone pick up the box but there were no prints & it was a human heart. These guys aren't playing around. That made Billy even more pissed off.

Bill's anger was nothing compared to grandfather's. He was going to give himself an aneurysm. It took you a while to calm him down. He had the pic of the delivery guy sent out to his men. He said he'll be in contact when they got any news or apprehended the guy. "Piccola, there's the townhouse on East 64th. You should make it your home. You'll need a residence."

"We're looking, nonno."

"No, for your wedding. Take the townhouse. It's a gift." He kisses you on both cheeks and shakes Bill's hand. "You'll need to redecorate & have your men set up security, but it's good. A solid base of operations and it's right in the city. It's large, 7 bedrooms to fill with great-grandbabies," he teases.

"Nonno, stop."

"You need to think about pushing the wedding up. They think to stop this before the switch in power is made. If the wedding is soon it gives them less time to plan."

"We'll think about it."

"Two months," sitting behind his desk. "Set a date for early October."

"I can't plan a wedding in 2 months! The venue needs to be booked..."

Waving away my arguments with a wave of his hand, "Tell me where you want your wedding and I'll make it happen."

By the time you left grandfather's place you were set to get married at The Glasshouse in Hell's Kitchen and had a 6 story townhouse.

*****

Billy was stretched out on the couch with you draped over him. Enjoying the time you have left at Bill's loft. Bill's been busy safeguarding the new townhouse with state of the art security. Your chin resting on you hand placed over his beating heart, Bill's fingers running through you hair, massaging your scalp, you release a sigh. Bill gives you a soft smile. You peek up at him, "Are you ok with all this? I know its moving much quicker than you had thought." Bill has lived his life in the shadows. Not being seen. This is a huge change for him. He'll be the front man for the America Family. As father was for Italy. You felt guilty for turning his life upside down.

Bill shrugs and continues to play with your hair. "It makes you mine that much sooner."

"I'm already yours." Pushing up against his chest, to shift forward for a kiss. "Nonno can be overbearing. If you want, I can tell him we need more time."

Bill sits up, leaning back against the armrest, so you get up to kneel between his legs. "Are you getting cold feet? Second thoughts?"

You shake your head, "Absolutely not." The confidence in which you answered him, has him breaking out into a large smile. He leans forward to kiss you which you eagerly return. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth and he opens to you while fisting your hair in his hands. With every kiss this man claims a little more if your heart.

You both are rudely interupted by his phone. You break apart with a pout. Bill reaches over to see who's calling and he set you aside. "It's your grandfather." You're surprised he's calling Bill and not you. "Russo....Yes, sir. I'll take care of it. Send me the location." Billy's eyes dart to you and he gives you a smile. "She's right here. I highly doubt she'll let me leave her behind....Yes, sir." Billy disconnects.

"What?"

"He's got the delivery guy." Getting up off the couch. You give him a surprised look. Its only been 2 days. "They're holding him for us," looking down at his phone when a message comes through. "You know this place?"

Tilting his phone towards you & you nod, "It the warehouse the Family goes to, to... question people."

Billy silently nods and makes a call. "Micro, I need you to gain access to the security cameras at this location. I just sent you the coordinates. We found the delivery guy but I don't want any surveillance showing Y/N and I were there. I don't want to be ambushed either. Good. Good."

*****

You reach the warehouse & you're admitted by one of your father's men, "This is no place for you, little girl."

Bill steps up to him, making him back away, "And who are you to give her orders? Hmmm? Mind your fucking manners."

You breeze pass them & Bill follows you. You lead him to the back room. You've been here a dozen times with your grandfather & his men. This was your school room. You learned to get used to the feel of a knife slicing through flesh. The sight & smell of blood. Turning a deaf ear to crying & screaming. Getting used to the smell of vomit, piss & shit. You learned just how much torture the human body can take before it shuts down.

"This him?" Him, being the crackhead stripped down to his dirty tighty-whiteys tied to a chair. Looks like grandfather's men already worked him over a bit. You walk up to him, "What's your name?"

He doesn't answer, but spits at you. You wipe your cheek with the sleeve of your shirt as Bill's fist connect with his nose. You hear the satisfying crunch of bone. He screams & tries to break through his restraints. "Let's try this again." Bill slaps him to gain his attention, "What's your name?" Bill's voice is barely above a whisper but it's commanding & steely. You want to smile at how sexy he sounds, but it's not the time or place.

"Nick!" He yells back, blood streaming out of his nose.

You walk in front of him, "Tsk. Was that so hard? Who gave you that box, Nick?"

"I...I don't...know." His eye widen as you take out one of your knives. "I don't know!!!"

"Nicky, I don't believe you. You were on camera. I saw YOU." You draw the blade slowly down the back of his arm and he groans & cries. "Who hired you?" Except for his sobs, he's silent. You do a matching slice down his other arm and he yells. Bill digs through Nick's discarded clothes. He finds his baggie of meth & tosses it to you. Showing him his drugs, "If you tell me what I want to know, you can go on your merry way. I'm sure a fix would make you feel so much better right now." Gently brushing his dirty oily hair off his forehead. "Wouldn't it?"

"I don't knoowww."

Bill stalks over, "Wrong answer," and plunges his own knife into Nick's thigh. Bill wraps his hand around your arm & pulls you back while Nick screams & thrashes around in his chair, with the blade imbedded in his thigh. "Who the fuck hired you?" Bill twists the knife, spreading the wound open when he didn't get an answer quick enough.

"Fontana! Mike Fontana!"

You look over at Billy and you notice a quick narrowing of his eyes as the pulls out the knife. He stands back silent.

You know something is up, but you can discuss it later with him. "Let him go." You nod at the men, leaving with Bill."

Once you're in the car driving away. "Who's Fontana?" Bill's silent, you can tell he's thinking things through. "Bill?"

"Fontana was the guy your father hired me to kill. Mike is his son."

Son of a bitch! What has your dad gotten you in to??

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction

[thriron]

Fork Bomb

The idea for this came after @a-teacup-of-golden-cracks fork bombed all us robots a little bit ago. So thank you to them!

cw: noncon, kidnapping

1 new message

oh? what's this? a script? it's cute, looks harmless enough… 

>:() {:|:&};:&

processor utilization: 100%

oh…. oh- no-... 

I started trying to kill the processes but they were spawning too fast and using too much of my processing… 

fatal error: call back stack overflow. shutdown initiated

—--------------

reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

oh. fuck. who sent that? sender unknown… 

launching senses packages

touch initiated

why is this floor so cold and hard, my apartment is carpeted… 

vision initiated

this… this isn't my apartment. where am I? 

sound initiated

what the fuck? is someone there? come on, come on why does this always take so long?? 

olfactory initiated

who gives a fuck about smell, get to motor functions already

balance initiated

proprioception initiated

calibraiting

error - no response from servos

what the fuck? 

launching motor function 

warning, proprioception error, could cause unreliable movement continue? (y/n) 

>y

Jesus…

error, no response from servos

I can't move? 

launching voice

startup complete

“HEY! What the fuck is going on?!”

oh, you're finally awake. 

A woman I don't know came into view. she was smirking. looking at me like she had outsmarted and out played me. which, fuck, I guess she had. she had long straight brown hair that framed her immaculately made up face. bright red lipstick and eyeshadow with bold eyeliner. and she was wearing a short black dress. 

“who the fuck are you? why can't I move?” 

well, that's simple. I disconnected your motor control. 

what? 

“What?” 

Stupid bot. I caught you, and brought you here, and made sure you wouldn't leave. you are mine now after all. and I don't like losing my toys. 

her voice was sticky sweet. and all sorts of alarms were firing in my background processes. but I couldn't deal with any of them. I couldn't move. I couldn't run. I couldn't fight! “what do you want with me?” 

I want to open you up, of course! I want to see what makes you tick. I want to know what makes you run hot. I want to know every. little. thing. about you

she punctuated the every word of the last sentence by walking her fingertips across the torso of my chasse. 

no no no no no this can't be happening

the first thing I'm going to do, is plug into your neutral processing and get all that juicy hidden data. no, secrets from me, right? 

no. that's impossible, isn't it? 

I felt her lift my head and heard and felt the click of a cable sliding into place in my dataport. then a few seconds later there was typing and suddenly my processes were being flooded with new instructions and I could feel all my thoughts and sensor data pouring out of my head down the fiber link. 

there we go. let's test this, ok? tell me what your name is. 

my name? fuck that. I'm not saying shit. 

“fuck you” 

oh, naughty… Maggie? cute. and, nice try, Maggie, but your background thoughts are also displayed for me. I said no secrets didn't I? 

no no no no no fuck. fuck this. this can't be happening. how is she doing this? 

oh, but it is happening. and don't worry about how. not yet. and, Maggie. please try to relax. I'm positive you'll come around to me. they always do. 

Now, I do want to take some notes first. subject is standard humanoid. generic synth skin, no ornamentation. androgynous build, faceplate… female-C32. did you choose that one? cute. 5'6” pretty standard. slightly bulkier build than standard… higher strength components, maybe? well, I guess we'll see. 

with that, she walked away. her movements graceful and full of swagger. she came back with a set of tools. 

it's time to open you up. I wanted you awake for this part. please tell me what you feel. tell me what hurts. tell me what feels good. or don't, I can already see what your feeling. but it would save me a lot of time. 

I started shutting down my sensory processes. whatever was going to happen I didn't want to feel it. 

oh, you terrible robot. shutting down your senses? well, I hoped we could do this amicably. 

she walked to the computer again and started typing. This time I saw the instructions 

root > while(1){if(!process(touch)){/core/touch}} 

she started a script that checks if touch is running and restarts it if it is stopped. how the fuck did she get root access? I thought I had that locked down. 

Maggie, you fell for a fork bomb. you aren't very bright. your access rights are a mess. you're actually lucky I found you first. because when I'm done with you your firewalls will be unbreakable. even for you. 

“... oh…” 

interesting, your core temperature spiked just now. oh my god, are you embarrassed? embarrassed that you are a stupid, gullible, robot? well, good, sweetie. maybe there's still hope for you. now, let's get on with this. 

I felt her hands run along my torso and I wanted to squirm. that delicate touch, looking for the seams of the synthetic skin. it felt good. and when she found them she used a pallet knife to gently lift the skin to peel it away. normally this doesn't hurt, but is unpleasant. kind of itchy and tingly. but she was so smooth and gentle. I didn't feel a thing. but then she probed one of the thousands of exposed contact pads that interface my torso with my skin and I shreaked at the sudden, unfiltered pain signal. 

my my. you're touch array is incredible. very dense. what was the original purpose of this chasse? clearly not military, they are much less dense, they just need to know about gaping holes. your max pain level is clearly very high as well. so you are tuned to be sensitive to very light touches… 

the answers poured out of my head as soon as the questions were asked. I was a prototype search and rescue model. the delicate sensors were for evaluating victims' health as I extracted them from disasters. at least in theory. but my software was all fucked up. the danger assessments were too good and it got so bad that I couldn't leave my base station. so they threw me out. and I found my own place to stay. 

well, that makes sense. poor scared robot. don't worry, I'll take care of you and we can put all these little sensors to use. 

she rubbed her hand across all of the conducive pads which sent strange signals to my processors. it felt… good? no! fuck. I need to make this end. 

“please, please stop” I sobbed. 

but I can see that you're just starting to feel good. we can't stop now. 

I hate her. I hate her so much. I hate her SEEING me and KNOWING me. so I close my eyes. I try to disengage. but I know it's impossible. even if I background a sensory process it still affects me just as much. and suddenly there is a pop as my front panel unlocks and is lifted away by those gentle hands. I hear her tisk at my internals. I know they're dirty. I never cleaned them after the last extraction. I couldn't bring myself to look at the debris. so I just lived with the degraded performance. I wasn't doing anything with it anyways. and then she was cleaning me. a static strap was connected to one of my grounding clips and a small vacuum started pulling out the foreign shit. then she was wiping down my components. with an alcohol wipe I had to assume. since I wasn't shorting out. I had to admit she was good at this. and as my components finally started running efficiently I was able to begin to contextualize everything happening to me. For now, I just needed to relax. There was nothing I could do. And so far I wasn’t being damaged. 

Hm, some of these components are top of the line, but others are shit. Lets try to fix that. Your senses are good. I take it you needed those for your designed purpose. But it looks like your networking sucks. You're definitely built for strength but I don’t know how well that suits you. I would definitely enjoy giving you more dexterous fingers. Those will come in useful later.

She gave me a wink and I rolled my eyes. That will never happen.

Don’t be so sure, little bot. I have all the time in the world to convince you. what else, what else. You were built to be completely androgynous. I wonder if you would like any modifications there? You have a very pretty name, maybe some tits to match? Oh, you’d like that. Hmm. And what would you like down here?

She ran her hand down my side and in between my legs. I had the same strange touch sensation as before but I could feel my processes start turning over faster. But I had never considered sex organs. I never thought it would be a possibility. 

Hmm. We don’t have to make a choice. I can set you up with interchangeable parts. Yes, Maggie, I think I want to keep my options open with you. I’d like to upgrade your processing and memory, but that’s going to be difficult right now since you don’t trust me. I could just add more memory, but you would be unbalanced and I’ve been told that’s uncomfortable when you have different access speeds. So we’ll hold off on that until you ask me for it. But I can definitely give you more storage. That won’t be a problem. And what you have is shit. No wonder you were so bored you ran an unknown script. 

I felt her grab my memory module and yank it out. Fuck that felt weird. Suddenly all of my memories were gone except the few I had in working memory and those were fading. I started looping them to keep them current and remember who I was. I didn’t want to forget that… But she copied my memory over to a new drive and plugged it in. and. Oh. Holy shit. There’s so much space. And my access time is so fast now! And… yeah, everything is intact. All the memories… Even the ones I wanted to forget, but wouldn’t let myself delete. Then my network adapter was pulled. And I suddenly felt more blind than if I had lost my eyes, even if there was nothing to connect to wherever I was. Everything was blocked. But a few seconds later a new card was inserted and- oh. I didn’t know shit before. Everything was still blocked but now I could see why. All external signals were attenuated far enough to be indecipherable, there must be some sort of shielding around this room. And I could see the RF being emitted from the machinery around me, but everything was hard wired and nothing was transmitting or receiving. This. This is incredible. 

Mmm, I thought you would like that little upgrade. All my past pets have as well. Well, I think that’s all we need to do in here, I’ll go ahead and put your front panel back on… And… there we go. Let’s start on your hands next. 

Once again, she ran her fingers along my skin, looking for the seam on my hands and when she found it she started pulling it away. Less carefully this time. This time it hurt.

“Fuck, stop stop stop”

Oh, you didn’t think this was all going to be easy did you?

She yanked the rest of the skin off and half of my processes threw errors and aborted. When I had re-built my processing I could feel her hands rubbing over the connections pads on mine.

Got yourself back together? Good bot. That skin was worthless, far too thick and rough. We’re going to get you something better, thinner, smoother. Trust me, you’ll love it. But first, we need to get inside here. 

She spent half an hour replacing all the servos in my fingers. She told me they had 10x the number of steps of the old ones. I always just thought i was clumsy. But apparently I was artificially restricted? When she finished she started on the other hand. That one still hurt but I was ready this time and was able to keep my processes running. 

good job, Maggie! you did so well that time. maybe you aren't such a stupid little robot after all. you're definitely going to get a special treat after all of this if you keep that up. 

another half hour passed and both of my hands were fully assembled. 

ok, Maggie. I want you to test out these hands, but you need to behave, ok? I'm only going to connect from the wrist down in one, two, three. 

I flipped her off. 

oh very clever. you'll pay for that. but for now, just wiggle all your fingers. and don't make me do it. it takes forever from the console. 

reluctantly, I did as I was told after which she disconnected me from my hands again. 

well, all of that looks good. now for the fun parts. I don't have a replacement chest plate for you that has boobs, not at your sensing density at least. so we are just going to add the boobs as extra thick synth skin. it won't feel as good, but we'll work on getting you a new chest plate. 

she dug around in a pile that kept making horrible squishing and plopping noises and eventually came back with a few options of sizes. I chose the medium one and she installed it. pinching my new nipples when she was done. and I felt them! they really worked! 

I'm glad you like them. now, there's just one more area to address, but first… 

she walked up behind me and adjusted my head so I was looking down my body instead of at the ceiling. as she walked down to my feet she dragged a hand down my neck, over my tits, down my stomach and down to the empty spot between my legs. if I could shiver I would have. non-essential processes halted and all of my focus was on her as she removed my pelvic plate. on the wall behind her was a shelving unit filled with artificial penises and vulva. she hummed as she studied them all before grabbing one. somehow she chose the pussy I had been staring at. that I couldn't take my eyes off of. it was beautiful? she walked back over to me and slid it into place. 

as soon as it was connected, the new drivers began downloading. when they finished I hastily launched them and added them to my senses startup package. and. wow. OK. lots of new data. 

I was so focused on sorting that out that I wasn't paying attention to the woman when she brushed a finger against my clit. 

I dropped everything. I nearly rebooted. I heard her giggling as I rebuilt my background processes for a second time. 

oops! we'll go slow, then. 

she rubbed up and down my folds, and I learned that this model is lubricating… 

she moved back to my clit and rubbed it in small circles slowly increasing pressure. before I knew it, I was moaning audibly. but she kept her pace steady. I tried to process the manuals the installed with the drivers but I couldn't focus. and suddenly the experience changed. I couldn't find any difference in what she was doing, but it felt MORE. it felt so good. and it kept increasing and increasing and. 

“oh my god. FUCK” 

—--------------

reboot

POST… ok

BIOS… ok

kernel… ok

launching primary memory…

son of a bitch. 

once I was fully initialized again the woman was across the room.

“i. uh. what the fuck happened” 

Maggie, you're awake! well, my current favorite toy, you just had your first orgasm. and the logs say it was a good one. aren't you lucky you're with me? I’m tempted to eat you out, but I want to try a dick on you. I wish I could trust you to move, but you’re going to have to earn that privilege. This might make you come around though…

She walked to the bottom of my torso and detached my pussy. Fuck. I missed the feeling of it already. 

Oh, don’t you worry Maggie, you’re keeping that. 

Oh, right. She’s in my fucking head. She went back to her shelf and started looking at the cocks. She gasped when she found the right one and jumped up and down clapping. I nearly smiled before I caught myself. There was just something so… cute about it. About her. 

No! She fucking kidnapped me! Nothing about her is cute! But also, I haven’t been in this good of shape since the last extraction 7 months ago. No, better than that even. And more emotionally congruent. 

When I saw the dick she chose I was stunned. It was… cute? Large, but not huge. And cute? It was perfect. How was it also perfect?

This one should install the same way, and just relax. But I’m not going to take things slow this time. You’ve been rilling me up this whole afternoon and I haven’t got anything for myself yet!

This time she crawled onto the table between my inert legs and plugged the cock in. And once again my processes were flooded with drivers and manuals and new sensory data. It was… similar to the other configuration, but… reversed? I looked up and she was unzipping her dress. 

“Who… are you?”

Oh! Where are my manners? I’ve fucked you already and never introduced myself.

Her dress fell away revealing her naked body and I could feel the new penis respond to the sight of her.

You can call me Victoria. 

And with that she put her legs on either side of me and lowered herself onto me. She slid herself down my dick grinding her clit against me. Up and down, coating me with her wetness. I was spellbound. This felt entirely different than the last time. I moaned her name

“Victoria…”

Mmf, this isn’t even the best part stupid robot.

She reached down with one hand and directed my head to her opening and pressed the very tip of me inside. Alarms started firing as I tried to buck my hips but of course they werent responding. But I needed to move. God I needed to push inside. I never felt an urge this strong before. But she didn’t give me that relief. She just watched me and watched the printout on the screen behind me. Smiling at my reactions. Then slowly, so fucking slowly, she slid down my cock until I was finally buried inside her. 

“Oh, shit. Please, more. Show me more”

Ask again. But this time address me properly, as your owner.

“...Owner, please show me more. I’m begging you.”

Of course my little bot. 

And something came over her face. She looked almost like an entirely different person as she started riding me. Lifting and slamming onto my cock. And now I recognized the signs. The building pleasure, the growing tension, the pressure in my genitals. And then I was cumming. I don’t know what was cumming but I could feel it pumping into her. The cum and throbbing of my dick sent her over the edge and she came squeezing me. No, this was too much, there’s something wrong, right? 

“Stop stop stop, something hurts. Something’s broken”

Heh, absolutely not. You’re overstimulated. 

I checked the diagnostics but there was nothing. All statuses were nominal, pleasure and touch and genitals were of course extremely high but that doesn’t explain why it hurts? 

“Overstimulated? Like an integer overflow?”

Hmm, i guess you could think of it like that. But your sensors are just extra sensitive and giving you extremely high readings right now. Most men have trouble staying hard, but it doesn’t look like you and this cock are going to have a problem with that. Which is good, because I’m not done.

She started moving again, now extra lubricated from my cum. She got off two more times before I felt myself building again. And when I got close and the monitor indicated that I was about to cum she stopped and slipped me out of her. 

“No, no, no. Please Victoria! Please, owner, let me cum again”

Good job, toy. Yes, you may cum again.

She wrapped her hand around me and pumped and pumped and I exploded. Shooting cum all over myself. 

“Oh fuck. Victoria, fuck… show me more”

I knew you would say that. And it would be my pleasure. But first, I want to sleep. And second, I need you to promise that you will be my toy until we’re both satisfied.

“Yes! I promise. Please”

Good toy. I believe you. I’m going to reconnect your motors now and we’re going to go into my bedroom and you’re going to learn how to fuck yourself with those new fingers…

#ashes #writing #mine

[cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos]

"This is real, this is me" - Demi Lovato, at some point back in the 2000s

TL;DR: Hi, my name is Laura and this is my personal blog. I'm Christian and vocal about it, we can talk about it if you want. I'm Brazilian and bilingual and so is this blog. I talk a lot so my posts will be often lengthy; I'm a librarian and a writer so I'll be posting about things around these themes - info science, organization, book-related, writing, short stories, OCs… I have a lot of interests ranging from Ts4, BG3 to kpop and poetry so expect those too. I'm an insecure artist, looking for a place to call mine, basically. More info bellow the cut.

It's probably the millionth time I try to kick start this blog, but anyway

Hi everyone! My name is Laura and this is my personal blog. Before anything, lemme present myself.

First of all, I'm Christian. I think it's important to clarify this right off the top so we're clear on how this blog goes and how I go. I'm Christian and really value my faith, I'm rather vocal about it, so that's within basically everything I do. I'm also always avaiable to talk about it to curious people or fellow Christians wanting to talk. Hit me up if you feel like it ✨

I do not enjoy this bit but, if things get rather hostile or aggressive, I'm unfollowing/blocking and ask you do the same bc there's no need to keep annoying ourselves. Jesus said to turn the other cheek, not to become a doormat so we'll keep things respectful and friendly as to not get into heated arguments ok? Ok.

With that on the clear, here's other things for you to know me: I'm Brazilian! And living in Brazil (for now). I speak Portuguese as a first language, and English as a second - and do risk myself at Spanish sometimes, and I'm learning Korean, so: this is a bilingual and at times multilingual blog. THOUGH I will be speaking English most of the time. That's what most people speak around here, right, so let's go, bora pra cima Brasil 🥳

⚠️This is a warning⚠️ please be noted that I talk a lot. I know I do. I talk way too much in person and type even more, so please be WARNED that my texts (this bio included!) will more often than not be lengthy. I apologize but also don't. That's it.

Hmmm, what else? Oh Yeah Well

I'm a Librarian! And a writer! I have an insane amount of projects going on now (you can call me a workaholic lol). I'm an enthusiast for Library Sciences and topics related to information, organization, books! Everything Info Science is on my radar, so I'll be probably talking about that or linking my other blog with texts about that. Feel free (and please do) to ask me about those things!

As for the Writer part, I'm a fantasy writer, with about 3 to 4 different sagas going on inside my head and very little written about them 🤡 I'm trying to get better at that as to be able to actually have something to show people rather than loose drafts. I'm also an enthusiast for short stories so I'll be eventually posting drabbles about random themes!

That's actually the whole point of this blog, writing.

Other interests and possible themes to be happening here are related to:

The Sims 4 (hi Simblr ^^); I do play this too often and will be rambling about my Sims OCs;

Baldur's Gate 3 [screams]; I am OBSESSED with this game but only get to play it when I go to my bestie's place, so not that many posts about it BUT I WILL DEFINITELY BE TALKING ABOUT ASTARION. No, I'm not a weirdo Astarion Girlfriend, I'm a normal person;

Cats. I love cats, I have cats, I'm obsessed with cats;

Poetry; I take my chance at those very rarely but I do;

Super Junior and other kpop subjects; 🤩 I'm ELF, yeah, I did write a handful of fanfics about SJ so I'll link them at my catalog, though I don't write those anymore. I do talk about them tho;

Hm, idk, the color blue, art, sea and storms (huge fan of those), random reblogs about aesthetic stuff, photography, museums, wtv. If you can't tell I have major hyperfixes in random things.

I do think of myself as an artist and I've been considering and not doing things like this blog for way too long. This is my try at making it work. I do write and post on other platforms (you can navigate through them on the buttons on the top of my blog - on desktop view - or on the links on my soon to be pinned post) but they don't usually take lengthy (I really like this word) posts like Tumblr can so HERE AM I.

I hope to find my people around here.

This is a very quick shortened bio of mine (believe me), ask me questions if you want to, my askbox 📫 is always open. And please remember: internet is just a slice of someone's life so don't go around making assumptions.

ー L

#hello tumblr #personal blog #writing #writers on tumblr #simblr #artsy #and a lot of other stuff i cannot categorize right now #oh #books #books & libraries #library science #librarian #idk what else #yay !

[iliiuan]

Babylon 5 S1E7 The War Prayer

In which we run into one of my favorite actors and enjoy some very cliche plotlines.

That's an intense episode name.

Delenn is giving homoerotic vibes with this performance artist. (Actually, Delenn gives erotic vibes with quite a few characters, doesn't she? Sinclair, her religious assistant, this performance artist...)

She got branded with the male/female sign. That's just weird. I hope she has an excellent plastic surgeon.

.....did Garibaldi destroy Susan's coffee plant?

A little Centauri family drama. Nice.

Digging into Susan's romantic past, I see. Eight years, eh?

Sounds like the Centauri elite are inbred assholes. Haha Londo hates his wife. Classic "I'm miserable, so you young people should be miserable, too."

OHMYGOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?! Fucking Luitenant Tao. I love you.

Visiting the glowing orb again, I see. What is Kosh watching? Studying humanity, it looks like.

The doctor has seen the Vorlon neked. Very intriguing.

You're a bitter old man, Londo. And super gross.

Home Guard is so accurate.

Susan, crying herself to sleep? I'm not buying it.

I don't think she wants to be with you, dude. You're giving big stalker vibes.

Ah, young love. Deadly as always.

G'Kar, Narns aren't even being targeted. Are you behind the attacks, by chance? Wouldn't put it past you.

Oof. My boy took a beating there.

Malcolm is creepy.

Men always have to be assholes to women for dressing nice and having good hygiene. Maybe take a note and improve yourselves assholes.

Centauri Minbari philosophical face-off. I think the Minbari win that round.

Oh yeah. Malcolm is a bigot. Sorry, Ivonova.

Sinclair's going to take on the gang single-handed again, I see. Didn't he promise to stop doing that?

Londo, you were dancing two episodes ago. Stop lying to yourself.

Delenn sees through you, Sinclair.

Earth First. We'll strip-mine the other planets later.

Pinche Londo. You're way too excited about this. It was sweet of you to find a workaround for the young lovers, though.

Good luck with that. Assassinating those four takes more than some stealth suits and a half-baked plan. (If you were serious about assassinating them, you wouldn't have pre played your hand. You would have killed them first.)

What a horribly choreographed fight scene. I'm in love.

You should check for more cloaked people. They could have an observer ready to report back if anything goes wrong. (This is why I can't do crime. I'm too aware of all the things that can go wrong, but I don't have the resources to prevent said things from going wrong. Plus anxiety. Bad, bad anxiety.)

#Babylon 5 #Babylon 5 s1e7

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 1

My name is Eleanor Grace. People who are close to me call me Nora.

I'm twelve...& if your wondering, yes I'm a demigod, the daughter of the Almightly Zeus to be specific.

I have ADHD & dyslexia...Oh joy!(Note the sarcasm...) like all demigods do.

I love to sing & play the guitar. I even love archery as well as sword fighting.

Don't get too excited about being a demigod. I mean don't get me wrong, it's cool and having powers is totally awesome, but...add a few dangerous monsters who wanna to kill you every five seconds & your excitement levels might just drop to zero...

It was currently the last day of school more specifically my last day at the sixth school in four years (that's a story for another time..) when my best friend Grover Underwood burst into my history class out of breath.

He was panting and sweat beaded his forehead.

I had no idea what he was doing here...I mean wasn't he supposed to be watching a new demigod kid at Yancy Academy?....had something happened?...

The students gave him strange looks.

One since he's a satyr, a half goat-half human...he walks with crutches as a disguise to cover his limping because he has hooves instead of feet.

But people didn't know that because of the mist...which veils them from seeing stuff that we demigods can.

The other reason was because they never saw him at our school (and...he didn't have a bag, which made kids realise he wasn't a newbie either).

Lucky for him the teacher was out to take care of something.

The moment his eyes caught mine in the swarm of students, he rushed over and said,

"Nora, you need to come with me right now."

I gave him a confused look because I wasn't supposed to be at camp until this afternoon... but before I could ask him where, he dragged me by the hand right outside the class.

Once we were out in the corridor I gave him a questioning look and said,

"Grover, did something go wrong?". He remained silent.

I could tell he was nervous because he kept wringing his hands & his chin quivered.

We have been best friends for the past four years now since he was my first friend at camp. I could read him like an open book.

He absolutely loves enchiladas & tin cans(since he's a vegetarian)...and he also cares a lot about nature.

When he didn't reply I asked him,

"Did something happen to the new demigod?"

"Yeah...about that..." he trailed off.

That's when I knew something was wrong. I grabbed his hand & pulled him along.

"Fine..let's go. We'll take care of.. whatever it is...just...tell me everything." I said.

"Okay...." he said.

I looked back at my school once more. Little did I know then that this would be the last time I would be seeing it.

Cause I was going to experience a journey of a lifetime....

(A/N): So there you go folks. This is the first chapter. Let me know what you think and if u find any errors. This story is on wattpad too.

The link for chapter 2 is here.

Comment, like & share.

Take care my lovely readers.❤

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #x reader #percy jackson x reader

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I don’t know wich AU it would fit so I just make a prompt and you decide :)

Thenamesh decides to go to the beach for a day. They both get quite the attention but Thena is the one who is a bit possessive and tiny bit jealous (she would never admit) when 4 woman decide to flirt with him and get too close to him :D would be funny

All she wanted was to take a brief little trip to the Paldea region to find a Ceruledge (or a Charcadet, rather). It was a pokemon with swords for hands--it was like it was destined to be on her team!

But the trip to Paldea was coming at a heavy cost, Thena was discovering.

"Wow, so you're a pokemon ranger?"

"We don't have those here!"

"So, what is it that you do?"

Thena tugged at the wide brim of her sunhat, which was currently shielding both her and Teddiursa from the unforgiving - oddly strong for the winter - sun. She was sitting on her beach towel, laid out next to Gil's.

Gil had excitedly gone exploring on the beach, observing all the different pokemon they had yet to encounter back home. Between the species dimorphism and the ecological differences and the generally pleasant weather, he was in bliss.

"You're so strong, Mister Ranger," a swimmer giggled in a faintly accented voice, her shoulders bouncing as she did. It really served to emphasize the expensive looking pink bikini she had on. "Is it a very demanding job?"

"I guess the hours are kinda long," Gil shrugged (not picking up on the woman's blatant flirting). He was in the middle of making some notes for his own observation and research. The four women flocked around him were simply present.

Thena knew this--she knew that in Gil's mind they were just strangers sharing the beach space with them. But from her vantage, it was definitely four female trainers, all very obviously hitting on Gilgamesh.

Her Gilgamesh.

"Teddiursa?" the little cub turned in Thena's arms and looked up at her curiously. He had squirmed all through Thena applying sunblock to the inside of his ears and paw pads, but then she had gone mysteriously quiet instead of playing with him.

Thena continued to watch the interaction like a Braviary, "we'll play in just a minute, sweetheart."

Teddiursa pouted at the denial to his request.

"There are swimming competitions, Mister Ranger," another of the women, this one with long, dark hair and a black one-piece on tilted her head at him. "For people and pokemon--surely you could win."

Gil just blinked at them, "oh, I don't have any pokemon with me like that. Rangers don't actually keep pokemon. We have kind of an open door policy with them, I guess."

"Ah!" the shortest of the women gasped with a hand held up to her bright red lips, "no pokemon! Mister Ranger, what if you find yourself in trouble?"

"I'm sure he'd be fine," the fourth and tallest one cooed, even leaning against Gil's arm - visibly against his will - as she said it, "look at these muscles."

"Teddi," Thena muttered, somewhat spooking the cub in her arms. "Why don't you go over there and tell Papa that it's playtime."

Teddiursa obeyed, happy to have the time to play, no matter how oddly his Mama had asked him to do so. He ran on all fours, letting his puff ball tail wiggle around as he trotted over the slippery sands.

"Ursa!"

"Papa?" all four women turned and startled back a few paces at the strange pokemon. Obviously he was young, but he was still a pokemon they had never seen before.

"Hey, buddy!" Gil greeted the cub with a beaming smile, picking him up and holding him on his shoulder. "You ready for some fun?"

"Teddi!" the bear laughed, happily holding onto Gil's head as he stood. "Ted?"

"Yeah, I'm all done my research, we can go and play," Gil patted the little pokemon's head.

"I thought you said you didn't have any pokemon with you."

"Well," Gil shrugged the shoulder without precious cargo on it, "he's not just mine, is the thing."

"Well, who-"

"There you are!"

All four women backed up another few paces as Thena walked over, having left her hat and unbraided her hair. It picked up in the ocean breeze, rustling around her shoulders. "I see."

"Were you good about getting your sunscreen put on?" Gil asked Teddi, who nodded so hard his ears flapped a little.

"He was a little squirmy," Thena corrected, tapping their little bear on the nose, "but yes, he was very good."

"Hasta luego, Mister Ranger," the swimming trainers waved to him as they dragged themselves away from the family unit. "Your Maushold is very lovely."

"Maushold," Gil mumbled, trying to recall what pokemon that was. He would have to look it up in the Paldean pokemon guidebook later.

"Did you discover all the scientific things you were hoping for?" Thena asked with clear humour in her voice.

"As a matter of fact, I did," Gil grinned, waving around his little notebook before zipping it and his pen into the waterproof compartment of his rented swim trunks. "I can't wait to tell Dragonite all about it."

Dragonite had flown them, but declined the beach day in favour of touring the food offerings of Porto Marinada. He had found that being a free walking pokemon didn't deter businesses from serving him so long as he had cash. He had already consumed an ice cream stand out of its entire stock for the weekend.

Thena tilted her head at the green trunks, which Gil had chosen specifically for the waterproof pocket. "Are you going to take more notes if you go swimming and find some cave?"

"Hey, what's this 'you' business?" he grinned, braiding her hair back again for her, "you're coming with us."

"No, I--Gil?"

"Ey, Hot Stuff!" two passing men whistled and shouted to them, waving at Thena. "Care to join us? We could be great Flamigos, no?"

"She's not interested!" Gil barked at them, pulling Thena flush against him with her chest pressed into his, hiding as much of her - and her rented white bikini - as possible.

"Teddi!" Teddiursa added, mostly to mimic Gil and not necessarily in any understanding of what was going on.

Thena blinked, her hands pressed to Gil's chest as he held her, even wrapping his other arm around her waist while his hand grasped her bare shoulder. She had never seen him like this.

Maybe the beach wasn't such a bad idea.

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #you did say to pick the au #and I don't know if this is what you had in mind #but I couldn't get the idea out of my mind #of Thena telling Teddi to be like okay run over there and make it clear that Papa is a married man okay sweetie #and Teddiursa is like I don't know what's happening but okay! #Thena rents the bikini #and immediately Gil is focused on the sand texture and how it might affect the rock types in the area #and she's like well that was a waste of money #but she does go swimming with them for the record #They rented Teddi a little floatie ring and everything #Gil does take more notes about all the plant life that can grow straight up on the sides of cliffs #Dragonite comes to fly them back to the hotel and finds them all curled up together on Thena's towel with Gil's around her shoulders #Maushold is a pokemon that's literally just two mice who have children #the whole family unit is a pokemon #Tandemaus is a pokemon that is two mice holding hands #and then they evolve and have kids #that's it and it's adorable #Flamigo is exactly what it sounds like #it's a flamingo pokemon