#vicsstufff

would definitely help u carry ur bag, food, drinks, anything

also helps u stretch!

i feel like her favorite ballet would be Don Quixote and her favorite character is kitri

when she is feeling the christmas spirit, she watches the nutcracker (she loves watching the rats)

speaking of the nutcracker, she will make u do variations from the sugarplum fairy or clara

SWEARS she will never cry to any ballet show (she cried a new pacific ocean when the white swan died)

will make kk watch with her ballet movies (they both ended up traumatized after watching Black Swan)

when she first saw u break your pointe shoes, she was like this:

girlie was playing fortnight when all of the sudden she starting hearing loud ass cracks

she thought u were stretching

she completely understood why u needed to break them (she even helps!)

likes to watch old videos of u doing ballet

she is scared of the giselle ballet (specifically the willi’s)

“that means that we should get married soon.” paige requested, “why?” you were quickly to question. “i don’t want you to turn into a willi.”

willi’s: the spirits of women that died before they could marry

p. bueckers x ballerina! reader moodboard ⋆˙⟡

authors note: i loveee making this. i have some blurbs chillin in my drafts and i will finish them once school becomes calmer

remember what i said about the willis? imagine her face when u get a role as one or just randomly do variations of them in front of her

drives u to any show, event or practice!

helps u choose new ballet shoes and practice outfits

she goes “that looks easy.” when she sees u on pointe

did once tried to do pointe (she broke one nail, her fingers cracked badly, definitely doesn’t have any ballet skills, her fingers were sore when she walked)

doesn’t like when ur dance instructor/teacher gets a little touchy when correcting u

also when the role u play has to do with u dancing with a guy

“i can pick you up like him, you don’t need him.”

don’t even try to explain her even basic stuff, she won’t understand

insist on u adding more protection to your feet

tries on your costumes and makeup

once she discovers arabian dance part on the nutcracker

she is obsessed!!!!!

prays silently when u audition for the nutcracker (hoping u get the arabian princess)

silently likes more calmer ballet shows then energetic ones

listens regularly to swan lake by tchaikovsky

knows the full story behind the nutcracker and swan lake

gives u flowers after a performance + any fast food too

drags all the team to see u perform

shows geno and cd videos of u dancing

i feel like cd would actually go with paige to see u perform

UNDER THE WOODS — princess!p. bueckers x cinderella!reader

۶ৎ - summary: the mistreatments are way to normalize in your household. after the dead of your father, your new step-mother and her daughters new mission is to make your life miserable, serving them as a maid, until you met her, in the middle of the forest.

۶ৎ - wc: 3,045

۶ৎ - warnings/content: abusive behavior, submissive reader, mentions of death of both parents, not 100% accurate to the movie.

authors note | ONE SHOT! happy valentine’s day!! 💗 can u consider this as a valentine’s special? any grammatical errors will be edit after!! (im to lazy) this idea came from me literally watching the cinderella movie (the live action version) im in love with the dress. enjoy!

im back! where are my beautiful ladies?” a silent scream, lingered its way through the walls of the extended house until it reach your ears. your head meeting the direction of the voice, a small sound came out your lips before losing the grip that you had on your tea party set up. running down the corridors, finding the main door that lead to the outside.

the sound of the horses coming filled the garden, your dad, step down from the carriage that held him safely during one of his many trips. you really loved your dad, but not his job—a businessman— he rarely was home, but the hole made because of his absence was quickly filled by the warming love your mother brought. a wonderful woman, a very beautiful one too, she will sing to you every night, lullabying the sleep into you, making your eyelids heavy.

“my wonderful daughter..” your father let out in awe, contemplating your small figure. you jumped into his arms, surrounding yours around his neck. “i brought you something special.” he whispered in your ear, lowering you to take a seat on the edge of a fuantain, his hand grabbed a nearby suitcase, clicking a few locks before it jumped open. he pulled from the inside a small box, placing it on the center of your hands, he pushed a button on the side and it open abruptly, letting out a blue butterfly. “oh..it’s beautiful.” you said low, a smile coming up.

“will you like to dance with me ma’dam?” he said softly, lowering himself to your level, offering his hand, “of course, gentleman.” you spoke in a fail attempt to mock a seductive tone. your hand meet his rough hands, tired from all the work he endured. helping you up, instinctively, you lifted your feet, stepping on your fathers, he let out a series of high groans and ‘ouch’s’ but stilled grip gently your small hand and stared spinning, not strong enough to knock you off your feet but it still made the air move your hair gracefully, giggles scaped from the bottom of your heart.

happiness doesn’t last long.

you wished it did.

a few years had passed and your mother fell sick, her once bright eyes filled with joy and love, were now replaced with a dark glance, her skin was dry and in some occasions, the cold sweat will linger in her forehead. her cold touch brought goosebumps in your skin, she didn’t lulled you to sleep anymore.

the day her heavy eyelids came to their final rest, it felt empty like if the spirit of the house, yours and your father, had disappeared, all of the once happy memories died with her too.

she gave you all her old dresses, shoes and books, she insisted that you should be a intelligent woman that doesn’t depend on her future husband, the last part made your heart drop, you weren’t that interested in getting a husband any time soon, but if you don’t marry someone quickly, your father might even a arrange one for you. the thought of spending your days washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, satisfying your husband and having children haunted you at night, when your bed suddenly felt a little bit to cold even when the spring brought joy to the flowers and practically all the nature, even humans, or maybe not.

the second time a part of your soul died, it was when your father confirmed your worst fears.

he was going to marry a new woman.

you couldn’t do anything to really avoid the disaster that was perfectly planned to happen.

the carriage arrive sooner than imagined, from your window you could hear it from the distance, losing your mind observing the deeps of the forest and the nearby town. you lazily grabbed your shoes and placed them annoyingly, passing your hands through the dress in a attempt to soothe it.

your father was already outside the door when you finally made yourself get there, a bright smile smoothed the corners of mis smile line, its been years since you have seen that smile. he looked at you with hoped, with a clear ambition to start a new life, without any other choice, you smile softly at him as well. “couldn’t you make yourself more presentable? use one of the dress i brought you?” he whispered as the gates opened, ready to welcome their new members, you let out a small sigh but the smile on your face didn’t disappear.

when the carriage stopped it’s journey in front of you and your dad, he jogged quickly just enough for the carriage’s door opened abruptly, giggles came out the door and bright dresses ame from the dark, anastasia was the first one to make their presence known. your father extended his hand in order to help anastasia step from the carriage, once she stepped on the ground, she started overworking her fan as if the hot weather was attempting against her life. the second one was drizella, her exaggerated hair almost made contact with the top of the carriage and high heels making her trip, she wiggled her way over to anastasia who analyzed your house. “you should stile your hair” drizella remarked, your hair was styled messily in a bun. “your house is so… vintage.” anastasia added. “how was your trip?” you asked before they could make another smirky comment. “what did she say?” anastasia whispered—not low enough because you could still hear her. “i think she is asking us about our travel.” drizella explained like if you were speaking in a another language. “it was, um, exquisite.” anastasia replied awkwardly.

it seem like everyone stopped their tracks once the faint sound of a dress and heels made their way into the conversation. the last one was lady tremaine, a mysterious and wealthy woman. she meet your father during one of his long trips, promising her hand in marriage once she moved with him.

without giving you a glance, she maid her way through the house doors, and scanned the main entrance. anastasia and drizella were quickly to follow her and whisper things to her, definitely about your house. you entered the house along with your dad, that’s when she finally took check you out. her penetrating eyes noticing every single flaw in you. “how about you give the girls a tour around the house.” your father spoke as anastasia and drizella chuckled in amusement making their way up the stairs.

“your daughter is beautiful.” lady tremaine mumbled as you and your new sisters disappeared into some rooms. “oh, yes. she took it from her—“ your father stopped mid-sentence once he saw lady’s tremaine prolonged eye contact and her teasing smirk.

later that night, a inimaginable party was celebrated in your fathers and lady’s tramaine engagement, the wine and whiskey made you feel intoxicated just from the smell, your lungs burned as the smoke of the cigarettes lingered as if it was pure air. both of your ‘innocent’ sisters doll themselves up, amused man surrounding them while they took their sweet time chatting only with those that have money. your father was also talking to his friends, although you only recognized one, a really old friend of his, edward, he is your father’s assistant during his travels. talking about travels, in a few days he had been assigned one, after that, the wedding will happen.

“bring me a nice, shiny necklace!” “i want a big, outstanding dress!” “oh! and a tight corset!” anastasia and drizella demanded loudly as they—surprisingly took turns to talk about their needs. “what do you want, my love?” your father asked as his head turned towards you, grabbing his suitcases and throwing them into the back of the carriage. “just you coming back safely.” you quietly said while grabbing his hand, not wanting to let go. edward started to move the carriage with the help of the horses but you didn’t take your hand away from his, following desperately as the carriage made its way outside the house property, when you couldn’t catch up anymore, you staid still, observing the carriage that disappeared.

a knock could be heard, you weren’t expecting any visits. as the knocking continued, drizella called your name “get the door!” she yelled. as when you got to the door, edward was standing there, soaking wet because of the latest rains happening, the carriage behind him, as well as your fathers belongings. “edward? where is my father?” you quickly questioned the poor man who gripped his hat tightly, he just shook his head, letting fall some tears that had pilled up, he will break in a million pieces if he spoke a word.

realization hit you like a brick, suddenly the air had aggressively pushed one both doors, your breath sharp and fast and your lip started quivering, your knees weakening making you fall in front of edward who’s tears where know fully released and came out like a endless loop. “that means he didn’t bring me my dress?” anastasia growled as her other sister and mother soaked in the news. “anastasia! shut that mouth of yours!” lady tremaine spoke up, for the first time in weeks finally doing something that wasn’t against you. “can’t you see? we are ruined!” she snapped, lady tramaine turn around and stormed off to her room, shutting the door loudly.

the hard sound of heels crashing with the weak wooden floor woke you up abruptly, your neck jointed with a sharp pain spreading towards your lower back, your view was blurred as you remember last nights activities—you had fallen asleep in front of the chimney seeking for any warm that your room didn’t offer you. the new room was practically the old attic, the last room of the house and scariest, drizella and anastasia took your room because theirs was too small and lady tramaine had the guts to replace the room of your beloved mother.

“where is this girl?” lady tramaine groaned as she took a seek for you while waiting for her daughters to come and eat breakfast. “i thought breakfast was ready.” she sneered as you walked with chalks of wood. “it is ma’am. i’m only mending the fire.” you replied while inspecting the fire as it refuse to corporate.

anastasia and drizella finally took their seat in the dinning room, waiting impatiently for the food, tapping their nails against the table, as if it were a clock, counting second by second. “what’s that on your face?” lady tramaine asked as she observed obviously your face as you walked in with trays filled with food, your puzzled face became clear as you didn’t know what she was talking about, placing the food as you looked at the three ladies sitting in front of you. “it’s ash from the fireplace.” anastasia was quick to clear any questions. “clean yourself up.” lady tramaine said, avoiding any eye contact with you. “you’ll get cinders in our tea!” drizella snorted grabbing a cup of tea and stared deeply into it, you grabbed a nearby piece of destroyed fabric, bringing it and cleaning up aggressively your face with it.

“oh, girls leave your sister alone.” lady tramaine cheered as her wicked smile came back into its place as you keep walking in and out with plates, glasses and even more food. it was difficult to organize everything by yourself because lady tramaine had dismissed the household. her glance dartered around the table until it stopped in your plate. “who’s this plate for?” she inquired as she pointed out the plate placed on the spot giving to you on the dining table.”is there someone we’ve forgotten?” she asked faking innocence, she knew deep down that it was your plate. “it’s my place.” you added with a soft smile. “it seems so much to expect you to prepare breakfast, serve it and still sit with us.” she explained rapidly, taking a small breath before continuing. “wouldn’t like to eat when all the work is done?” she inquired pushing slightly your plate away towards you.

you were left speechless as the three ladies looked at you teasingly, a desire to run away kicked in. your shaking hands grabbed clumsily your cutlery and walked away as the loud, rotten sound of lady’s tramaine laugh tormented you as you stormed off to the kitchen.

the tears blurred your vision as you placed weakly the glass plate on the table, a wrong movement slipped the plate from the table crashing down into the floor, an unpleasant sound coming from the crash, to see the disaster you caused made you cry even more. sobbing, you kneeled into the disaster and started picking it up.

the pot where you prepared the tea reflected your heart breaking image, your face swallowed because of the endless tears, still covered by ash. it seemed like your stepmother and stepsisters had indeed transformed you into a merely a creature of ash and oil, a desperate groan escaped your shaky lip.

the horses speed quicken as the path was clear enough. you had grabbed a horse and stormed off to the forest to ride a bit, to distract yourself from they’re horrid coments.

as you deepen yourself more, a reindeer came out of nowhere, taking you and your horse by surprise. the horse jumped in horror as your grip into it not wanting to fall. “whoa, whoa, whoa!” you gasped, the reindeer only dedicated himself to look at you, the moment was interrupted as distant horns and shouts approached your area. “run!” you mouthed to the reindeer, how crazy you were to think that it will listen to you? “or they’ll catch you!” you uttered in desperation as the voices became more and more clear.

once the reindeer finally took note of your desperate attempts to help him, he stroked off but your horse had another plan, storming off with the reindeer too, as if they were playing a cat and mouse game, the sudden change of speed made a ear—piercing scream come out your sore throat.

paige separated herself from the group of guards fallowing the reindeer, when se heard a desperate voice coming from the deeps of the forest, a beautiful one.

“easy, boy!” you groaned noisily, not knowing how to calm the beast. “come on, slow down!” you desperately cried. paige squinted her yes focusing on the quickened animal. “miss!” she screamed, directing her horse towards the scene.

“i’m alright! thank you!” you screamed back but she matched your rhythm, calming down your horse for you, as the horse slowed down she questioned you. “are you alright?” “i’m alright.” you blurted out. “but you’ve nearly frightened the life out of him.” you protested making your horse jogg in cirlcles, the blonde girl mocking your steps. “who?” she asked. “the reindeer! what’s he ever done to you?” you yell out of air, the girl peeking a smile “i must confess i’ve never met him before.” the blonde girl giggled “he is a friend of yours?” she continued, both of your horses mirroring the actions of one another. “by accident, we met just now.” you stated, visibly relieved and now calmed after the scary incident.

“i looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, and i just felt he had so much to do with his life.” you explained getting closer to the fancy-dressed girl “that’s all.” you finished. “miss, what do they call you?” she questioned as soon as you ended speaking. “don’t bother.” you muttered rapidly. “you shouldn’t be this deep in the forest, alone.” she remarked as her she’s wondered into the distance, endless trees and animals. “i’m not alone. i’m with you…” you chuckle. “now, what do they call you?” it was now your time to question, she giggled at your words. “you don’t know who i am?” she said while raising her eyebrows in surprise. “they call ‘p’, well, my father does when he is in a good mood.” she replied as you both laughed. “and… where do you live, miss p?” you asked. “at the palace.” she quickly said. “my father’s teaching me his tricks.” she added. “you’re an apprentice?” you said amused. “you can say that.” she said nodding. “that good.” you opined. “do they treat you well?” you mentioned as your horses speed started lacking but you didn’t bother to notice. “better then i deserve.” she responded as both of your horses stopped, almost closing the distance between you both. “and you?” she inquired. “they treat as they can.” you blurted out, avoiding making eye contact. “i’m sorry.” she whispered seeing your facial expressions go down as your mood changed. “it’s not your fault.” you clarified quickly. “not yours either.” she answered softly. “it’s not that bad.” you said, a small smile creeping through your lips. “others have it worse. we simply must have courage and be kind.” you seconded. “yeah, you are right.” she replied as a laugh came out following the words her mouth let out, you both chuckle. “that’s exactly how i feel.” she explained.

before you could respond again, a long horn interrupted the conversation, your head turned to the direction of the horn fallowed by shouting. “please don’t let them hurt him.” you pleaded. “but were hunting, you see. it’s what’s done.” she said not caring about your pleas of desperation. “just because it’s what’s done doesn’t mean it’s what should be done!” you contradicted. “right, again.” the girl acknowledged. “that means you will leave him alone?” you questioned. “i will.” she assured. “thank you very much, miss p.” you said.

authors note | cuando digo q me saquen de méxico, es de puro mame

definitely learns spanish for u (probably only the cuss words cuz u say them a lot)

imagine her face when u yell at her in spanish 😭

likes to listen to spanish music too, maybe some peso pluma, mon lafarte, luis miguel, fuerza regida and shakira

her favorite mexican food is definitely enchiladas rojas, el pozole verde and a chasca

her favorite candy is the mazapán and rellerindos (rellerindos supremacy 🙏)

lovesssss when u call her names in spanish (but not pendeja, idiota, estúpida bc she knows the significance behind those words)

eats a lot of tacos and the taquero will call her out for eating so much 😭

likes to play la lotería (but she doesn’t like loosing)

and also break piñatas! she would def break them in one blow and will never shut up about it

IMPURITIES— Chapter One, Burn The Witch. Series summary: “God, what is wrong with me?” You think, this is not normal, the way her face has taken over your thoughts and how her hands don’t go away even after numerous showers. After arriving at the Bueckers household, far away from the grotesque acts happening in your hometown, the oldest sibling from the household has taken a noticeable interest in you. Chapter summary: Five girls, Betty Parris, Abigail Williams, Ann Putnam Jr. ,Elizabeth Hubbard, Mary Walcott started presenting weird symptoms, all pointed against three local women. How can you escape this nightmare? Series Masterlist — Pairing: P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader Warnings: Mentions of masturbating and witchcraft, religious guilt, SET IN 1692, A LOT of religious stuff and beliefs, language. WC: 1K (short, ik)

“Oh, Lucy, they say it’s witchcraft,” Mrs Parris whispered, that made you stop scrubbing the floor, placing down quietly the bucket filled with water and stretching your legs to peek outside the doorframe. Mrs Parris was gripping tightly into her handkerchief, whipping her endless tears. “How could this happened?” Your mother had a desperate tone, something was awfully wrong. “Oh it was that awful woman, Tituba! I knew she was up to no good,” Mrs Parris chocked desperately her shaking hands taking within them the tea your mother had prepared her. Your chores were long forgotten, but the chilly air from the wide open window slipping past your still wet hands made you react instantly. Gossiping, that’s what you have been doing lately, how could you not? It’s impossible to ignore the event’s unraveling in this village, hopefully mother won’t found out that you have been listening to her grown adults conversations.

You indeed have noticed more women entering the local church, whatever is happening here is definitely scaring them, however, the circumstances going down aren’t an excuse to you committing a sinful sin, spreading illness about others, not only have you been gossiping but also… inappropriately touching yourself at night, that makes you feel more guilty and dirty, not bringing yourself to be emotionally strong to open your eyes and see the cross hanged across your bed, your mind filled with lustful words and imagination. God, living alone with your strict mom and dad didn’t help either, but you couldn’t stop either, it felt so good, the way you worked your fingers around that specific area and bite down the drunken moans into the sheets, shit—no, stop thinking that! You cursed yourself, feeling the only familiar ache between your legs.

The bucket laid on the floor long forgotten, the chores were the only thing keeping your mind busy off the rest of the world, well, communication isn’t a thing here yet but the voice spread faster than the wind itself. “I can’t imagine someone framing my daughter,” your mother said low. “I want her far away from here!” she babbled, desperately. “Now, Lucy. You don’t mean that,” Mrs Parris laughed gently, trying to lighten up the room filled with dense air.

If your mother didn’t want you here anymore.. then, what she would do? I mean, definitely not killed her own daughter or maybe send you away?— “I need to send her away.” She confessed, Mrs Parris mouth gapped but nothing came out, she blinked multiple times before adjusting her posture. “Um, well.. whatever you think is the best for her,” Mrs Parris sighed, she knew your mother, a ruthless woman, no one could change her mind, not even her mother or husband.

Mrs Parris choked her tea down before building up the courage to speak again. “I know someone, I- um, they live in Connecticut. Looking for a maid, I heard,” Ms Parris muttered, her hands shaking softly while grabbing the spoon your mother had offered her, grabbing a honest amount of sugar before placing it inside the tea, dissolving it. “I beg you, Lilia, tell me where to sign her up too,” no—she had to be joking, but the seriousness and desperation in her voice rattled out her nerves. Was it your attitude? Maybe you weren’t prying hard enough, that’s it!

Your body moved faster then your mind, drying your hands out on your handkerchief, kicking the bucket while messily pushing pass the different cleaning supply on the floor. “Sweetie— where are you going!?” Your mother screamed in desperation, her eyes wide open following you after you abruptly came out of your room. “To church! I will be back soon,” you explained gripping the doorknob. “What?- no it’s to late, you can go tomorrow morning,” she refused, but you couldn’t risk any more time.

“Forgive me father, I have sinned,” you whisper, the words felt like heavy rocks pressing against your tongue, not wanting to come out. “What has happened, child?” He whispered back, his eyes were soft and glossy, probably after hours of prying and hearing others people disgraces but there wasn't a spark of judgement visible in them.

Where do you start? The gossiping? Your constant laziness? Maybe the part where your hand lingers down your underwear?

You only tell him the two first parts, you actually thought of telling him the last part before regretting it. Now, you kneel down in front of your savior, his head is looking down upon you and the other sinners regretting their decisions, all prying away the guilt, hoping to never lose that sense of guilt in their hearts, guilt is what makes us live, guilt is what we live for, guilt is the feeling that never goes away.

The church is now empty, the nuns started cleaning up anything left behind, especially the sins, to make this place once again pure. Their stares poke holes into your back, you have been praying for what felt like days, even one of them joined you, not before begging you to go back to your home.

synopsis — HEADCANONS! first part contains Victor Frankenstein!Paige x Wife!Reader, after their wedding, paige makes what reader calls a baby, reader being so alone (despite having her obsessive wife), her maternal instincts kick in seeing such lonely creature, paige doesn’t like it. second part contains Monster!Paige, after being created, she sees and comprehends the relationship of victor and reader, making her desire a partner, she begs her creator to make one for her, he declines. well, let’s see how he likes being left alone.

warnings: gore (?), jealousy, cringy, religious themes (?), paige literally takes victors wife, idk

wc: 1k

authors notes | how about dracula!paige or even phantom of the opera!paige…


—Paige proposes on the night she perfects the galvanic fluid: a ring carved from your own childhood milk tooth, enameled with gold leaf. You accept because you love her, and because the tooth still has a pulse when she slips it on your finger. She kisses the knuckle and whispers, “Soon you’ll mother something immortal.” You think she means children. She means the slab.

2. 
The east wing—once intended for cradles and lace—becomes the laboratory. Paige paints the walls with murals of your future family: you in wedding white, her in black, and between you a blank-faced child outlined in chalk. Every night she adds a new detail to the child’s face—your eyes, her jaw—until the creature on the slab begins to match the portrait. You stroke the cold cheek of the thing and feel it twitch. Maternal instinct blooms like blood in snow.

3. 
The creature wakes screaming—lungs full of amniotic brine. Paige reaches for the scalpel to silence it. You step between them, nightgown soaked, and press your lips to the creature’s forehead. “Shh, little star. Mama’s here.” The screaming stops. Paige’s hand trembles; for the first time, jealousy tastes like bile.

4. 
You sing to the creature while Paige sleeps in the next room, exhausted from stitching. “Ave Maria purissima…” The creature’s eyes—Paige’s eyes, storm-gray—track your mouth. When you finish, it tries to mimic the melody with a voice like gravel in honey. Paige wakes, hears, and stands in the doorway clutching the doorframe until her knuckles split. “That song is mine,” she hisses. You answer, “Now it’s hers too.”

5. 
Your gown— silk, seed pearls—is cut down to swaddle the creature’s eight-foot frame. You hem it with dental floss and your own hair. Paige watches, silent, then kneels to help. Her fingers brush yours over the creature’s ankle; the contact burns. “She’ll walk you down the aisle,” Paige jokes, voice cracking. You both know the aisle is the slab.

6. 
The creature learns to say “Mama” before “Paige.” You weep the first time it happens. Paige smashes every mirror in the chateau. Later, she finds you breastfeeding the creature with sugar-water from a bottle. She rips the bottle away, glass shattering. “You’re my bride,” she snarls. The creature whimpers. You cradle its head and meet Paige’s eyes: “She’s our daughter. Act like it.”

7.

Paige chains the creature to the tower, electrodes humming. “She’s stealing you.” You arrive in your shift, barefoot, hair wild. You unchain the creature yourself, take the lightning strike meant for it. Your heart stops for six seconds. Paige resuscitates you with her mouth, tears mixing with rainwater. The creature watches, learning love through terror. When you wake, Paige is on her knees: “I’ll be her father if you’ll still be my wife.” You nod. The creature calls you both by name for the first time.

The Creation, Witnessed
Victor—your fiancé, brilliant and cruel—births her in the laboratory while you wait in the chapel, veil half-sewn. You hear the scream through stone walls: not human, not animal, Paige. When Victor staggers out, blood to the elbows, he forbids you to look. You slip in anyway. She is magnificent—eight feet of moonlight and sutures, eyes the color of winter skies. She sees you and whispers, your name, though Victor never told her your name.

2. 
Paige learns language from your letters, scattered on Victor’s desk. She traces the curve of your E with a finger too large for the page. At night she presses her ear to the wall separating your rooms, listening to you hum while brushing your hair. The sound settles in her chest like a second heart. She does not yet know the word love, but she knows hunger.

3. 
Full moon. Paige corners Victor at the slab. “Make me a companion. Someone soft. Someone who smells like her.” Victor laughs—cold, surgical. “You are alone by design.” Paige’s seams split with rage; yellow fluid hisses on the floor. She lunges. Victor sedates her with chloroform. You find her chained the next morning, whispering your name like a prayer.

4. 
Victor, drunk on absinthe and pride, brags to you: “She’ll protect you when I’m gone. A guardian.” You visit Paige in her cell, bring her bread and honey. She eats from your hand, careful not to nick you with her teeth. When you stroke the scar across her cheek, she leans into the touch like a cat. “You smell like home,” she says. You realize Victor has made you her mother without asking.

5. 
Paige breaks her chains—iron bends like wax. She finds you in the garden, moonlight on your wedding dress fitting. “He won’t make me a bride. Be mine instead.” Her voice cracks on mine. You should scream. Instead you touch the bolt in her neck, feel the thrum of stolen life. “I’m promised to Victor.” She kneels—eight feet folding into supplication. “Promises break. Hearts don’t.”

6. 
Victor sleeps off. Paige carries you from your bed—bridal style, again—down the servants’ stair, into the forest. You struggle at first, then stop when she whispers, “I’ll never chain you. Only follow.” She has stolen Victor’s purse, your jewelry box, and the wedding ring he meant for your finger. She slips it onto her own pinky—too small, cutting circulation. “Now it fits somewhere.”

CHAPTER TWO — SWEET trash TALK

warnings: my girl camila gets in problems, language, fighting (?), disturbing behavior, protective p (?), shortt.

BTS masterlist

pairing: hopkins!p.bueckers x exchange student!oc

taglist: @rebecca-woso , @unadulteratedcyclepaper , @authentic-girl03 , @starlighttsv , @avvwritesstufff

authors note: seconddd chapterrr, i have been so lazy to write omg like its baddd. i also had a minor surgery on friday but im recovering now and i wont go to school for a hole week! enjoy! comment if u wanna be added to the taglist!

ONE WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL.

“how about you go and get tickets for the upcoming game? high school season starts very soon.” michel reached for his wallet and grabbed some money inside it and handed it to camila. michel loved basketball, he did it for some time and even planned on doing it in college but his plans got interrupted once he moved to washington. adrianna didn’t share the same passion as michel did, but she did enjoy it watching it and supporting teams, it remembered her the last year of high school, when he was a cheerleader for the american football team, she even showed camila some tricks! life’s had been too good to be true, she tried the so famous milkshakes ‘p’ told her about, she went camping in the near by woods and saw a girl that looked oddly similar to what ‘p’ described herself. from afar she looked very animated and cheerful, everyone had a smile drawn on their face near her and it even made camila creep a smile while she focused on her.

camila reached for the money and started to mentally count the money and after placed it on the back of her pockets, “the leftover money, you can spend it on anything you want.” michel softly spoked with a assuring smile and camila gave a small nod making her way out the house door.

the afternoon chilly air filled up camila’s nostrils quickly while closing the door behind her, her nose become a softly pink that made her fingers grip into her hoodie, almost sprinting to the closest store near a school that sold tickets.

she entered the store when she suddenly bumped into someone, she closed her eyes waiting for another impact to happen, when she heard a loud groan coming from the person she bumped with. she slowly opened her eyes to see.

a dark haired girl glared down at her light pink shirt, dripping from the chocolate milkshake that had fallen upon her because of the sudden crash, “oh.my.god..look what you have done! dumb bitch!” the taller girl shouted not before launching her—now empty— milkshake away from her, “can’t you see were you’re going!?” she barked at camila, the curly haired girl took a deep breath before speaking to defend herself, “you were right in front of the door!” camila snapped back at her. the fuming woman gave her an acknowledgment look, looking closely at her face and the clothe she wore, when her eyes stopped at her hair, her nose wrinkled, a sign of disgust. camila did made a mental note about how curly haired people were kinda extinct in this area, but it looked like this girl had never seen a curly person never in her life and she observed camila like if she was a disgusting bug that landed in her milkshake. “jesus, rose. let’s go, you can later buy a new one.” a girl behind her grabbed this called rose by her wrist and dragged her out the store.

camila felt rotten inside when rose give her hair a nasty glaze, she didn’t really define it this morning and forgot to put on her bonnet on before going to sleep, it wasn’t that terrible, but rose made it feel like if her hair had gained consciousness and insulted her in every way possible.

“looking for tickets?” a voice took her out of her state of mind, it was coming from the register. “yeah, um. sorry for the inconvenience.” camila added quickly, gathering herself into walking to the register, taking out the money from her pocket. “no worries, rose is a regular problem around here.” the guy explained, taking something behind the counter. “i recommend you to stay out of her way, even if you go to the same school.” he stated, camila’s eyes widen with the response he gave to her. “how do you know where school i’m going to?” she inquired, a stranger knew about her transfer to a new school, did he also know where was she born? “rumors fly fast. brazilian?” he added, handing her the tickets. “um, yes.” camila snatched the tickets from the strangers hands and stumbled with counting the money almost launching it towards the register.

she made her way out of the store, it was now clearly dark, the parking lot was now lonely and the kids that were near the park had gone to the safety of their homes. a wet, tangy nose sniffed her hand rapidly, she looked down surprised to see a small golden retriever, once the dog noticed they got finally someone’s attention, their tail wiggled with emotion and started letting out small barks.

“oh, hello buddy.” camila reached down to pet the small creature, the pure night brought with it a gentle breeze, but strong enough to make camila shiver under her hoodie, the puppy didn’t escape the cold air, making it also start to shiver, that camila did notice.

she knew monica needed a little company and michel has been dying to adopt a golden retriever—it reminded him of his dog back in canada— camila gently grabbed the dog, scooping it around her arms as if it was going to protect the cold dog.

she took a moment to analyze the pup under her protection, when a sharp pain appeared on the bridge of her nose, a gushy feeling making its way down her nostril, landing on the soft fur of the body she was holding dearly. the dog sniffed the gently the blood disturbing his back. “shit— uh” camila gasped under her shaky breath, looking behind her, into the store, the guy was still looking at her, almost wanting to burn holes into her clothes, this made camila shiver even more. going back into that store was not a good idea.

her phone started vibrating in her pocket, she struggled to keep the dog safe in her arms while taking her phone out, the word ‘p 💗’ decorated the screen brightly.

“yoo, i just saw rose fucking nepobaby and she was fuming!” p exclaimed happily, “i wonder who got her like that.” camila bite down her lip starting to walk towards her house. “it was—um, me.. actually..” camila mumbled, just high enough for p to hear her. “no way..” p gasped, in the background you could hear rumbling across whatever room she was destroying. “let’s leave that conversation for another time..” camila said low, embarrassed.

she was barely new to the town and she was already causing problems, adrianna warned her, yet she didn’t listen. “did you lose something?” she added quickly not wanting the conversation to die. “my uniform! i swear i left it beside my backpack.” p let out a loud sigh. “okay, um, about rose.. why call her a nepobaby?” camila questioned sniffing her nose trying to prevent anymore blood flowing from her nose. “she sucks at basketball, she is only in the team because her daddy is rich!” p exclaimed, pumping herself into laying on her bed, exhausted from looking everywhere, “are you catching a cold? wait— did rose do something to you?” p quickly insinuated hearing the constant sniff from across the line. “just some bloody nose. i’m okay.” camila explained.

her footsteps becoming quicker and unstable, her throat was attacked by the feeling of being burned, she could taste the metallic blood in her mouth, the golden retriever dedicated itself to lick the dry milkshake that stained camila’s hoodie.

“not to worry you, but you and rose are going to the same school.” p laughed before quickly shouting down the giggle threatening to come out of her lips, “that just made my night worse, maybe my whole school year too.” camila groaned putting down the puppy and started fidgeting with her keys. once she entered the house, silence adorned the warm walls, monica came sprinting towards her, amused by the sudden view of new company.

“don’t worry love, if she does something to you, she will pay, trust.” p whispered, a lovely smile creeping its way into her lips, “not only on the court.” camila attacked quickly, marching her way up her bedroom.

“if she has soo much money, why doesn’t she go to a private school?” camila whined into her pillow, “she did, but! her father changed schools because of her bad grades.” p explained, gathering herself up, determined to find her uniform.

“she is going to eat me alive..” camila whimpered

“im supposed to do that.” p let out, not thinking twice about the weight of her words.

CHAPTER ONE — show and tell.

warnings: nothing (?)

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taglist: @rebecca-woso @unadulteratedcyclepaper , @authentic-girl03

pairing: hopkins!p.bueckers x exchange student!oc

authors note: first chapter guysss, thank u some much for the support on the prologue, it gives me more motivation to write. i am starting school soon and it will definitely make me write slower :(. i feel like nothing interesting happened in this chapter. comment if u wanna be added to the taglist!

camila had arrived at the airport some hours ago, it is now july and the heat had calm down by this time of the year, her host family told her that it was summer over in minnesota but they assured her that it was not compared to brazil’s heat. adriana and Michel, were they’re names, adriana was born in washington but got a job in minnesota, michel was originally from canada, studied in washington and that’s were he meet Adriana, they were actually very young and camila was shocked that they didn’t have any children yet. they showed her own room, it was definitely cozy and beautiful, they had different fashion sense compared to brazil’s but she didn’t questioned anything, they had spent money, time and dedication to make this just for her, back in brazil, she had to share her room with 2 of her cousins, while helena got a room all for herself, she once did too.

after a long 16 hour plane, she landed in minnesota, at this times of the year, brazil was heavily packed with windy days while minnesota was bright as the sun didn’t have any clouds to protect the people from its heat. her host family was right, the heat was bearable.

walking through the gate, her vision was filled with desperate families waiting for their loved ones, she started locating her host family. adriana had dark brown hair and green eyes, Michel had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. when she finally found them, they had a bright smile decorating their face. “cam! you’re finally here!” Adriana cheered grabbing camila’s bags to help her, “how was the flight? exhausting?” michel questioned handing her a protein bar with a bottle of water, “definitely exhausting.” camila admitted before grabbing the protein bar and drinking the water bottle.

the sun was starting to get covered by the mountains surrounding the city, the ride was entertaining even though her phone had died, she couldn’t stop seeing the amazing view the city offered her. she started missing brazil’s sensation, it was one in a kind. adriana was the one driving, explaining that michel was afraid because he had sweaty hands and feared that he couldn’t grip the steering wheel strong enough. the rest of the ride was filled with jokes and tips that adriana gave to camila, she really understood how it feels to be left out and the feeling that you don’t belong.

the house was built like the exact model for a little family, it was a medium size house, with two floors, perfect en camila’s eyes. her house back in brazil was much smaller like mentioned. the dog— monica, came running to her feet once the main door opened, her tail wiggled behind her showing her excitement.

“here, i made cinnamon rolls.” adriana brought to her eyesight a plate full with delicious cinnamon rolls. she hadn’t taste any cinnamon rolls when she lived back in brazil. she grabbed one gently, her fingertips getting covered by the cinnamon, she bite it, her mouth exploded with sweet flavors, she licked her lips and placed the cinnamon roll back on the plate. “we planned on you going to hopkins high school, they didn’t really agreed, so, you are going to be assisting cedar hills. i dare to say it’s a better choice.” michel entered the kitchen explaining camila her current situation and her future studies, “we already bought everything you will need.” adrianna assured her, she could feel the happiness lingering in her words, it made her feel like she was her own mother even if she just meet her a few hours ago, adrianna had made more effort in making her comfortable than her birth mom.

the afternoon passed quickly, camila didn’t even knowledge it, she had been focusing on memorizing her new home, monica —the schnauzer dog— following not far behind her. the last place she visited was her room, she analyzed every corner, there wasn’t a single corner left empty, the smell of the cinnamon rolls still in the air — it had reached her room upstairs even when the kitchen was very far away— she also hadn’t checked her phone yet, she knew it was about to explode with messages for ‘p’.

she reached for her phone hidden in her pocket, she turned it off after charging it for a while. after her phone had fully loaded, the messages started appearing.

p

r u in minnesota yet?

it’s hella hott

idk if u will find it hot do

heyyy

can we meet at the lovers river??

at 9 pm

if u can ;)

cam

sorry, my phone died on me

i got here since the morning but got distracted

isn’t it kinda fast too meet?

p

u think it’s fast?

we can meet another day if you want

no worries

which school r u going too??

cam

cedar hills

sounds fancy

p

i really hoped for u to come to hopkins :(

well

my second game is against them

cam

r they good?

p

not really

we literally destroyed them last year

camila placed her phone down in the near table in front of her bed, walking closer to the window, the sun had fully taken cover in the mountains now, the moon taking its place instead, the stars making her company. camila wished she was like the moon, she attracted attention from everybody, she always stood out, the stars were all similar, not attracting that much attention like the moon. she hopes that one day, she will be somebody’s moon.

“cami! dinner is ready!” the sudden shout startled camila, taking her glance off the view and making her way down the stairs and entering the kitchen, the smell of spaghetti and chicken replaced the cinnamon rolls smell that was lingering earlier that day.