#I'm not good with words so this is my best attempt i hope y'all understand what i mean

[max-vandenburg-is-life]

You know what really is enduring? Watching this fucking show

[adventuringblind]

Mr. Blue Sky

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes, I loved every second of this. Y'all are welcome to send me your own ideas :)

Summary: After Max gets cheated on, he can't stand being in the house where it happened. Reader and Charles take him in and show him he's still loved.

Warnings: cheating

Notes: No hate to Kelly. I just needed this as a plot point.

Fun fact: my mom calls Valentine’s Day ‘legislative love day’ and will only do any remotely related activities on the 15th because she has a point to prove.

Masterlist

The sound of Charles' phone buzzing at an ungodly hour is what you woke up to. The room is still pitch black, and you can hardly make out Charles in the bed.

He rolls over and pucks up the phone. "It's Max." He states. Voice filled with the sleep from which he was dragged.

He answers the phone, and you curl up into him, hoping to listen in. "Max? Are you-"

You can hear faint mumbling and the occasional choked sob on the other end of the line. "Breathe, Max. I'm going to come get you. Can you stay on the phone with me?" Charles is throwing off the covers and looking for his car keys.

You look at Charles for some sort of answer. To which Charles pulls the phone away from his ear and kisses your head. "Kelly cheated. I'm going to go get him."

You nod your head in understanding. You clamber out of bed and see Charles off to the door.

Your grateful that Monte Carlo is a small city and that it doesn’t take long for him to come back. His body shouldering a drunk Max through the door.

Max is no coherent and reeks of alcohol. His eyes are puffy and his cheeks tear stained. His lips tremble as them mutter words neither of you can understand.

Your heart hearts for him. You and Charles had made an effort to be around the Dutch. You both actively became friends with him and found yourselves in each others company often.

And did you both end up falling for the same pair of blue eyes? Yes.

It was actually Charles who brought it up first. You’d never considered the idea of being with more then one person. Then you got to know Max and you found yourself considering more often then you’d admit.

Neither of you knew if Max would ever be into that and neither of you wanted to ask. The possibility of ruining what is currently a good friendship was not on the to-do list. Plus, he had Kelly and P.

You shake of your thoughts and help Charles get Max into the guest bed. You and him do your best at cleaning him up and making him comfortable despite the fact he is less then cooperative.

When you two are finally back in your own bed, Charles sighs in pained defeat. “She cheated on him while he was out with P.”

You cringe in disgust. “Has it been going on long?”

“Apparently so. About four months.” Charles climbs further into the blankets and pulls you into his chest. “He gave her the apartment. He was out late because he didn’t know where to go.”

“We could offer him a place here for the time being.” You suggest. The slightest hint of a smirk playing on your lips.

“Pretty sure you are just wanting to see more of him.” He chuckles. “But yes, I think it’s a good offer until he figures things out.”

“Don’t lie, you stare at him all the time! You’re going to be the one who outs us.”

“Shush amour. I’m exhausted and I know you are also. Now sleep.”

~

The week brings interesting events. Max does take the offer to move in, though he’s been quiet and reserved since he started staying with you. Max, Charles, and Lando went back to, now Kelly’s apartment, to get his stuff.

He comes back into the house crying. His heart shattered and the apartment a mere reminder of the events that occurred.

Your grateful it’s the off season and Max will hopefully have some time to process before the start of the new season. You and Charles don’t push him and give him space when he needs. Though you also invade when you can see he’s spiraling. Desperate attempts at not letting him go into those dark places are often just you being in the same room as him.

~

By the time Christmas rolls around, he’s doing the slightest bit better. He’s been out of the room more and you haven’t had to force him to eat. He decorates the apartment with you and Charles.

It’s disastrous.

The three of you can’t stop laughing at the mess you’ve made of the decor.

The three of you spend Christmas Eve with Charles’ family. Max hadn’t wanted to go home to his less then festive father and Victoria was away with her in-laws.

You obviously weren’t going to leave him alone and Pascale had been thrilled when he said he’d come to dinner.

You could tell he felt awkward and out of place at first, but everyone did their best to make him feel welcome. Soon he was relaxing, sipping on his drink and engaging in conversation.

~

Christmas and new years had gone by to fast. January had now descended and the cold weather had yet to completely let up.

Originally you thought Max would be out by now. That he’d want his own space as soon as possible. It’s not like he couldn’t afford it. Yet he stayed and you and Charles welcomed him in.

Max was seemed like he was healing. His eyes had regained their light. The one they lost those first days of December. He definitely hadn’t moved one though. You and Charles could still hear the soft sniffles from his room at night.

He may be smiling, but he’s still broken hearted.

The most interesting new additions are the cats. The felines that are Max’s children. He would probably murder for his cats and become the next John Wick. There is something wholesome and sweet about his interactions with his pets.

Charles on the other hand has a bad relationship with animals in general. Small felines included. He like them, they just don’t like him back yet. Max has been letting him feed them until they realize he is nice.

You also have learned that you can share meal prep with Max. You’d banned Charles from it after he tried once and failed miserably. Max isn’t the best in the kitchen, but he helps out and cooks some nights.

~

February. The month of love.

Everything around reminds Max of what happened. How he will not be doing anything special for the holiday. He doesn’t even want to go out of the apartment and you and Charles have to drag him to go get fresh air.

The fateful day comes around and you and Charles have agreed to keep it small.

Corny, sweet, and romantic is Charles definition of a good day and treats you accordingly.

You try to get Max to come eat something but end up just leaving it at the door.

Despite what people may think, Max is romantic at heart. Charles learned this last year when the Monegasque asked him if he was doing anything with Kelly for the holiday.

You and Charles are lounging on the sofa with a movie playing in the background. His arm draped around you and mouth pressing silly kisses along your jaw.

“I can feel your worry radiating from here.” Charles stops his kisses and you roll your eyes at him in response.

“He’s not eaten all day and I’ve heard him crying. Just wish I could help is all.”

Charles hums in your ear. “We could see if he wants a distraction.” He punctuates his sentence with a cheeky smile.

“Charles Perceval Leclerc! You can not seriously be suggesting what I think you are.” You playfully bat his arm. “I highly doubt he would neither want that or like that.”

“How about we ask and then go from there.”

“I think you just want him to fuck you.” This time it’s your turn to give a cheeky smile.

~

This is definitely not how you envisioned asking Max about this would go. His teary eyes haven’t looked away from Charles since the pretty male started talking.

This left you in an odd place of trying to read his reactions and getting absolutely nothing.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to or if you’re not into it. We would completely understand.” Charles laughs but you can tell he’s nervous. His body language betrays him.

Max looks between the two of you like he’s considering something. “You’re telling me you’ve both been crushing on me since last year? And I didn’t notice?”

“You’re very oblivious at times.” You shrug.

“That’s fair but also not the point.” Max stands up out of the bed and starts pacing. “I just don’t understand why me. You two are amazing people and you’re so great together.”

“Y/N has a numbered list of reasons in her phone that we’ve created in case this ever happened.” Charles looks at you expectantly but Your already pulling up the list.

“-please don’t read it I’m already blushing and that will make it worse. Maybe one day but not now.”

All of you freeze at the fact he insinuated a future.

“Does this mean you like us back?” Charles almost purrs. He’s so flirty now but if this goes farther then just a confession tonight he’ll be stuttering and weak in the knees. You know from experience.

Max is the stuttering mess right now however. He’s lost all of his words and is simply gesturing with his hands.

“Breathe Maxy, take your time.” He manages a few and usable to get a grip on his thoughts.

“I’ve to confess something first.” You both look at him expectedly but don’t push him. “The reason Kelly cheated on me is because she’d found a journal of mine. It was a thing my therapist told me to do and so I did. When you two started coming around more, I fell hard. For both of you. I wrote about to hopefully understand myself better and get the thoughts out of my head but they stayed and I hated myself for it. She read it and thought I cheated first so she just did it back.”

He’s in the verge of tears again but you and Charles can only stare I’d utter disbelief. Apparently, both of you are also oblivious.

“Please say something.”

“I think it must be fate.” Again that smirk is tugging at Charles lips.

The air in the room is replaced by a new tension. The kind Charles was originally insinuating before you three started talking.

“So about that proposal then…”

Valentine’s Day definitely couldn’t have ended any better.

[stevie-petey]

episode one: the vanishing of will byers

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you.  “So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?” Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead.

summary: jonathan smuggles you free food in exchange for friendship, will goes missing the one time you listen to jonathan, hopper doesn't really like you, and steve harrington almost hits you with his car as you're sobbing like a damn baby (in a cool way).

rating: general, although there's plenty of cursing and slight innuendos, so fair warning.

warnings: cursing, fem!reader, and use of y/n.

words: 7k

before you swing in: hello ! this is the first chapter of my come home series, where i plan on rewriting the entirety of stranger things because i really love a good rewrite fic and this is me just indulging in my ideal fic fantasies tbh. before we start: this is a steve x reader fic, however there will be some slight feelings between the reader and jonathan, but it doesn't at all get in the way of steve and honestly just adds to the angst because i love a good tragedy. also, reader is dustin's older sister, but i tried to write her as neutral as possible in terms of physical features, so let's all just play along. that is all ! i'm very excited for this series and i hope y'all enjoy her as much as i do :)

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November 6th, 1983

Your shift at Bookstrordinary ends at 8:30 tonight, so as soon as you’ve organized all the books within the store and cashed out the last customer, you say goodnight to your boss, Mrs. Waters, and clock out. Today had been a longer shift, and it didn’t help that you had to deal with a particularly eager bookclub mother who insisted that you had the latest copy of some obscure novel that she needed for her club. After several attempts to inform her that no, you really didn’t have some novel about a cowboy falling in love with a rodeo girl from Michigan, nor would you ever want to read that, the mother angrily walked away. 

You’re happy to finally be free from work though, excited to see Jonathan to tell him about the book club mom because you know he gets a kick out of those suburban middle class mothers that terrorize Hawkins. He works across from you, at The Hawk theater, and it’s one of your favorite things about the bookstore. Besides getting to be surrounded by books all day and reading Spider-Man, you get to be across the street from your best friend and share frequent breaks together. 

A bell signifies your arrival at the theater, alerting Jonathan to look up from the concession stand and smile at you. He looks tired, which you can understand. It’s been a particularly long school year so far with Jonathan having to work more shifts than usual to support his family. 

“Welcome to The Hawk, can I interest you in our specialty popcorn and candy corn mixture?”

You make a face, “No, thanks. Candy corn freaks me out.” 

Jonathan laughs, knowing you’d say that. It’s been a running joke between the two of you for as long as you can remember. You’re not picky with most foods, but candy corn? The bane of your existence. “Tough crowd, then.” 

You laugh as well, now standing in front of the counter, and you learn against it so that you’re in Jonathan’s space. After being friends for so long, personal space doesn’t exist between the two of you. You’re the only person that Jonathan lets get this close to him on a regular basis, which you’re secretly proud of. 

“So, you almost done so we can pick up our idiotic brothers?” Tonight, as usual, Will and Dustin are at Mike’s house playing DnD. They’d biked over as soon as school let out, while Jonathan drove you to work, so he was your ride back for the night. 

He shakes his head at you, wincing, “I picked up an extra shift tonight. Stacy called out sick, and it’s good money…”

You nod in understanding. He doesn’t have to explain himself to you, which he’s always relieved by. 

“It’s okay. Is my bike still in your trunk?” 

“Yeah, I can get it out for you since I’m kind of ditching you tonight.” 

You wave him off, already reaching across the counter to grab his keys from his coat pocket. “No need, I’ll get it out myself so you don’t get in trouble with your boss.” Jonathan’s boss is an older guy, extra scary. “I’m assuming that I’m taking Will home tonight?” 

“It’ll be late by the time you get the boys, and you’ll have Dustin. We only live a couple blocks apart, you can just bike with Will until you get to your street.”

“Are you sure? I know he’s scared of the dark.” 

“It’s fine, Y/N. You’re already doing enough being there for most of the ride; I’m sure Will can survive the last five minutes alone.” 

You give Jonathan an unsure look, but you don’t argue with him. He’s his brother, he knows Will’s capabilities, and it’s an unspoken fact that you baby Will a bit too much. He’s just so much tinier than the other boys, softer in a way that you want to protect. He’s special. 

Jonathan sneaks you a large peach lemonade and hot dog from the concession stand when you return with his keys. You’ve parked your bike up front, and you accept the food gratefully. You hadn’t had time to eat your usual dinner during your break due to the bookclub mother fiasco, so you inhale the food quickly and give his hair a ruffle. 

“You’re a lifesaver, bee.” 

Jonathan lightly hits your hand away from his hair. “Consider it your payment for dealing with Will and Dustin on your own tonight, bug.” 

Bee and bug were the names the two of you had given each other years ago. Jonathan had started it with bug, stemming from the fact that you love Spider-Man so much, and you had struggled to come up with your own nickname for him. Then it came to you: bee, or B, for Byers. It was perfect, and you’re still incredibly proud of yourself for the creativity, honestly. 

After your quick dinner, you say goodbye to your friend and head off. It’s late now, nearing 9, and you hope that Mrs. Wheeler and your own mom won’t be too upset with you for being late for pick up. You know they prefer to have the boys in bed by a decent hour, but in your defense, Jonathan did skip out on you.

You arrive at the Wheeler’s in a short amount of time and knock on the door. Your cheeks are flushed from the early November cold, and you’re regretting that you only put on a thin sweater and jeans this morning.

Mike answers the door, giving you a dirty look. “Did you have to come early?”

“I’m actually later than usual,” you sidestep him, making your way into his house; you’ve become used to Mike’s attitude. “I take it the campaign is still ongoing?”

“See, mom? Even Y/N understands how long a good campaign can go on for!” Mike waves his arms at you, as if to signify to his mother the importance of your understanding. 

Mrs. Wheeler ignores her son to greet you kindly, albeit a bit exasperated. “Hello, Y/N, please come in.” Then she turns to Mike, giving him a stern look. “Mike, why don’t you tell Y/N how you boys have been playing for ten hours? I’m sure she’ll be understanding then.” 

“You guys have been playing for ten hours?”

Mike looks down in embarrassment for a second before turning to his father for help. You laugh a bit at his enthusiasm and see a faint smile on his mom’s face as well. Quietly you excuse yourself to go downstairs to find the other boys, and Mrs. Wheeler wishes you luck. 

Everyone always acts like the boys are some giant pain; truthfully, you enjoy them. Sure, they can be a handful, but they’re just kids; it’s hard for you to ever stay mad at them. Plus they like you, so it makes dealing with them easier. 

Lucas, Dustin, and Will are running around the basement when you get down there, frantically searching for something. You hear Lucas inform Will that if Mike doesn’t see something, then it doesn’t count. The urgence in his voice amuses you; you’ll never fully wrap your head around why they take DnD so seriously, but you love that they can enjoy it with each other. 

Dustin is the first to see you. “Y/N!”

The other boy’s heads turn to you and they greet you with enthusiasm as well. Will rushes towards you for a hug, which you gladly accept. When you break apart, Lucas gives you a high five and asks about a comic you’ve put on hold for him at the store. 

“Any luck?”

“Sorry, Sinclair. It’s still sold out, but the second it’s restocked I’ll smuggle one for you.” 

“Sick!” 

Dustin walks over, now in his coat and holding a pizza box. “Want a slice?” 

You decline, informing him that Jonathan snuck some food for you. At the mention of his brother’s name, Will asks where he is. You tell him that Jonathan had to cover a shift and that you’ll be taking him most of the way home tonight. 

As you all make your way upstairs, you notice that Dustin continues up to the second floor. Lucas notices too, and the two of you share a knowing look. 

“Still have a crush on Nancy?” You ask, already knowing the answer. 

“Yup.” Lucas responds, smiling in disappointment. 

You wait for your brother outside, helping Will with his coat and listen to Mike’s rambling about the campaign. Lucas is already on his bike, ready to go. 

“There’s something wrong with your sister.” Dustin declares when he finally returns.

Mike looks at you, then at your brother, confused. “What are you talking about?” 

“She’s got a stick up her butt.” 

“Dustin!” You berate. Nancy isn’t your favorite person, but she’s always been nice to you the few times you’ve interacted. You guys used to be closer when you were younger, but high school has a way of distancing people.

“Yeah,” Lucas now speaks up. “It’s because she’s been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.” How the hell does Lucas even know about that? You didn’t even know about that until just now. 

“Lucas! Language!” 

“Yeah, she’s been turning into a real jerk.”

“Dustin, I swear to God-” 

The boys ignore you, which you’re honestly not surprised by. While they may like you, that doesn't mean that they listen to you. On a good day they maybe listen to you 25% of the time, but tonight was clearly not a good night. 

Mike finally cuts in, “She’s always been a real jerk.”

“Hey, she’s your sister. Give her some credit-”

Dustin is now the one who cuts you off. “Nuh-uh, only you get the sister leniency, Y/N. Nancy used to be cool, now she isn’t.” 

“Remember that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign?” Lucas asks, almost reminiscent. 

You shudder at the way he says it, and you shudder more when you see the dreamy look in your brother’s eyes. “Yeah, I remember…” 

“Gross,” you huff at your brother, now hopping on your own bike. 

Lucas and Dustin begin to pedal away, and you call after them to wait up. Will is still with Mike, and you promised Jonathan you’d get him home. You give the boys a bit of space, waiting a few paces ahead. Will has always been shy around Mike, something that you’ve tried not looking into too much, but to be safe you give them some privacy. 

Faintly, you hear Will say, “The Demogorgon, it got me.” 

Lights flicker a bit, but you’re too focused on the slight unease you feel by Will’s words. Before you can think too much about them, he joins you. “Race you up to Lucas and Dustin?”

“You’re on,” you tell him. 

Will beats you to the boys (which you let him do), and you’re out of breath. The four of you bike in silence for a bit until you reach Lucas’s turn into his neighborhood. 

“Good night, ladies.” He says, and you don’t need to be a psychic to know what your brother’s response is going to be.

“Kiss your mom ‘night for me.” Bless him.

You and Will giggle together, and Dustin smirks at the two of you, proud. He sits in the praise for a few moments before challenging you and Will to race home with the promise of a comic for whoever wins. 

“I call last year’s Black Cat issue of Spider-man!” You call out, already biking away from the boys. 

“We didn’t say go!”

Dustin and Will call after you as they try to catch up, and within a few seconds the three of you are speeding down the hill towards your home. You laugh gleefully, enjoying the way the wind whips through your hair and the way Dustin, though annoyed by your early start, laughs alongside you with Will. 

Somehow Will is the one who wins the race, which you’re impressed by. He may be small, but he’s surprisingly good at winning when it comes to a competition. Dustin shouts at Will that he’ll kill him, which makes you send a warning look at him. 

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will retaliates, still flying through the street. 

You and Dustin are now stopped at your mailbox and you take a moment to catch your breath before shouting at Will, “Be careful, please! Stay safe!”

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night. Dustin has already gone inside but you wait to follow, only going inside when you can no longer see Will, hopefully home safe and sound. You feel fear creep upon you, but you chalk it up to your usual worry when it comes to the boy. 

He’ll be okay, Jonathan should be home within the hour. 

– 

The next morning you’re frantically biking to school, pissed off at Jonathan. He’s your ride every morning, or everywhere, really, and for the second time in 24 hours he’s bailed on you. Dustin left for school ages ago on his bike, so you’re thankful he doesn’t see you embarrassingly sweaty and gross as you race to school. 

It’s not that you’re pissed that Jonathan bailed again, you’re pissed because he didn’t even have the nerve to call you ahead of time to warn you. Now you have only ten minutes before the first bell rings, and your sweater clings to you uncomfortably as you sweat. 

You make it to school with a few minutes to spare, so you quickly make your way over to your locker to grab the necessary books for the day. You’re still sweaty, and you don’t want to even think about what your hair looks like right now. You look down the hall towards Jonathan’s locker, still not seeing him, and you begin to worry a bit. Maybe he overslept after last night’s shift? 

A body crashes into yours, sending your notebooks spiraling to the ground. Steve Harrington looks at you sheepishly, only saying a small “whoops!” before continuing his fast pace towards the girl’s bathroom. You scoff, now even more annoyed with your entire morning, picking up your stuff as you see Nancy enter the same bathroom a few moments later. 

“In a public school bathroom?” You mutter in disgust, collecting the last of your things and heading to class. 

You decide to give Jonathan until second period, sophomore English which the two of you share, before you freak out. You know you have a problem with over worrying about the people you love, so you try to calm yourself down. While Jonathan has never been the type to cancel without at least calling first, you reason with yourself that everyone has a bad morning. He simply slept in too late. When he wakes up, he’ll come to school and he’ll be sitting in the seat next to you in English. 

Except Jonathan isn’t in the seat next to yours when you enter the classroom an hour later. Now you officially let yourself begin to worry. Something about this doesn’t feel right. 

You’ve never skipped class before, school has always been important to you. You’re the top of your class with hopes of running away from Hawkins with Jonathan to a big city with an even bigger university. However, you don’t even hesitate to flee the classroom and find the nearest phone in the school to call the Byers’ residence. 

Jonathan answers after a few rings, and the words that leave his lips change your life forever. “Will is missing.”

You feel all the air in your lungs be knocked out of you. You can’t breathe and you sway a bit as your knees threaten to give out. This isn’t real, this can’t be happening. 

“What?”

“Will, he-he’s gone, Y/N. We can’t find him and-” 

You don’t hear whatever else Jonathan says. You struggle to get air back in your lungs. Will isn’t missing, you just saw him last night. Mere hours ago Will laughed next to you, face alive with joy, he hugged you and joked along with you. 

“He didn’t come home last night-”

“He didn’t come home?” Jonathan’s words catch your attention and you feel bile rise in your throat. Will didn’t make it home last night. You were the last one to see him, and the realization crushes you; it’s all your fault. 

“Mom and I just searched the woods, and there’s no sign of him and-” Jonathan is rambling now, his own fear and despair clear in his voice. 

“Jonathan,” you force his name out, now needing to be there for your best friend. You can worry for Will in your own time, right now Jonathan needs you. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” 

“Y/N, you don’t-”

You hang up before Jonathan can argue with you and stumble towards the exit. Your limbs feel heavier than normal, and your ears are ringing. Will is missing. He’s so small, he’s scared of the dark… You left him alone in the dark. 

The bike ride to the Byers home is a blur. You don’t remember much, your body going on autopilot the second you hopped on your bike. You’re running on pure fear and adrenaline right now, too worried for your boys to focus on anything else. 

You don’t bother to knock when you arrive, instead you let yourself in. Joyce is on the phone, arguing with some woman named Cynthia. Your eyes find Jonathan’s, who is sitting on the couch hunched over something. You walk over to him and sit down beside him and your stomach lurches when you see the words “have you seen me?” he’s so neatly printed out on a piece of paper.

“Bee…” you exhale, voice cracking a bit. 

Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but you know him as well as you know yourself. He doesn’t want comforting words right now. You take his hand into yours and lean your head against his shoulder. Worry has made his muscles tense, but you feel him relax into you a bit as he rests his own head against yours. The two of you sit like that for a moment, taking in the comfort you bring each other. 

“Bitch!” Joyce slams the phone down, causing you and Jonathan to jump apart. 

“Mom,”

“What?” Joyce is a mixture of both rage and anxiety, and you feel awful looking at her. Her son is missing, you can’t imagine what she must be feeling right now.

“You have to stay calm.” Jonathan tells her, his voice firm but kind. You know it’s taking everything in him to be as stable as he is right now; he’s putting on a front for his worried mother. You squeeze his hand, hoping it conveys the support and love that you need it to.

He squeezes back, and you see Joyce finally recognize that you’re there as well. She sends you a weak wave, which you return, before she goes back to dialing and trying to reach Lonnie. Jonathan gives your hand one last squeeze and lets go, now returning back to the posters. You immediately understand that he’s doing this to distract himself, so you do the same and wordlessly help him.

You begin writing your own “have you seen me?” when Joyce once again slams her phone down. The sound makes you flinch, inadvertently messing up your writing, which you sigh at. Before you can ask Jonathan for another piece of paper, you hear a car pull up. 

Jonathan stands up to investigate, alerting his mom that the cops are here. You follow after them outside, your heart dropping when you see Will’s bike in the Chief’s hand. He ushers everyone inside, informing Joyce that he found the bike lying in the road.

“How far was it from the house?” You ask, your voice frail. 

The Chief looks at you, his nametag informs you that his name is Hopper, and raises his eyebrows. “And can I know who is asking?” 

You clear your throat, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. “I’m Y/N Henderson. I’m close with the Byers, I biked with Will home,” your voice catches in your throat, snagging onto the guilt that has been clawing at you ever since you found out Will was missing. You clear your throat again, determined to continue. “I was with him last night. My brother and I live right off Mirkwood, a few blocks from here. He only had a few more minutes before he would’ve been home.” 

Hopper stares at you. “Mirkwood?”

“It’s where-”

“Yeah, those moron kids explained it to me. I just didn’t think someone your age would call the street that, too.” Then, as an afterthought, Hopper adds, “The bike was found a block from here.”

His words sting, but you ignore it. If the bike was found only a block from the Byers’ home, then that means that something had to have happened to Will only minutes after you last saw him. You feel the familiar churning in your stomach, wracked with guilt. 

“Did it have any blood on it?” Joyce now asks, and you’re thankful she’s taken the attention off of you. 

Jonathan sees your distress and grabs your sweater so that you fall back a bit from the cops and Joyce. “Do you need a minute?”

You can only nod, afraid that if you open your mouth you’ll either cry or throw up. He gently guides you to his room, closing the door. Once you’re alone, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tight. You’re shaking harder than ever now, Will’s happy and shining face from last night keeps flashing through your mind. 

You were the last one who ever saw him.

You’re the one who was last responsible for him. 

You.

“It’s not your fault,” Jonathan whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. You’ve always loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, your height difference being just enough that he always rests his chin against your head when he hugs you. 

“I’m the last person who saw him.”

“Y/N, I was the one who asked you to only bike him halfway-”

“No,” your voice comes out louder than you intend it to, and you push Jonathan away. He lets out a confused noise as you grapple at him, forcing him to look directly at you. “I should’ve been with him, Jonathan. It’s your job to support your family, and it’s my job to help you. I have to… I have to be the one who helps you.” 

You’ve always been fascinated by psychology, and you remember reading in one of the journals about codependency; the term was used in relation to addiction, specifically alcoholism, but it had caught your interest. To love someone to the extent that their actions make you feel responsible for them, to selflessly take on their burdens to a debilitating extent, well, it reminded you of your relationship with Jonathan. 

You’ve always taken on whatever Jonathan has had to deal with, ever since you were kids, and it’s always come so naturally to you. He’s never asked you to, and sometimes the extent to which you carry his weight angers him, but it’s how you love.

It’s who you are. You’re always the one who helps, it’s what you need to be able to do. If you can’t help the ones you love the most, then what good is your love for them?

Jonathan may not know about codependency, but he knows how hard you love those closest to you. “Bug, listen to me.” He grabs your face, almost aggressively, in order to cut off your rambling. “My mom, she-she’s already spiraling and I can’t… I need you. I need you to be here, with me, right now. If I lose you too, then I-I don’t know what I’ll do.”

His words cut through you like glass. He’s right, you know he’s right, and you feel another wave of guilt wash over you. This guilt is different from the guilt surrounding Will. This is mixed with shame for allowing yourself to spiral so far and forcing Jonathan to take care of you. Joyce is clearly unwell, you can’t fathom how much he’s had to deal with today. 

You gently remove Jonathan’s hands from your face and take a step back. If you’re going to help him, you need to collect yourself. From here on out, you have to be a wall for him to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, someone who will listen to him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Jonathan shrugs at you, now allowing a hesitant smile to cross his face. “If it makes you feel any better, it took a lot less pleading to get through to you. I’m still working on my mom.” 

The joke is foul, one that should make you feel even worse than you already do, because what sixteen year old has to plead with their mother to remind her that he’s there, too? The joke is horrible, and it’s exactly what you need to find yourself laughing, and Jonathan joins. 

Codependency can be a bitch, but Jonathan understands you in ways that no one else can. 

“You think the cops are gone?” You ask, wiping away the remaining tears. 

Jonathan listens for any sign of them and shakes his head. “No, I think we’re all clear.”

He walks out the room first and you follow after him. Joyce is standing in the kitchen, staring at the counter with a far off look in her eyes. You and Jonathan look at each other and you motion for him to go talk to her. He nods, and then you motion to the living room to indicate that you’ll continue working on the missing posters. 

Carefully writing on the posters soothes you, in a way. It’s rhythmic, providing a sense of lull that you readily embrace. You faintly hear Jonathan talking with his mother, then you watch as he leads her to her bedroom and shuts the door. When he returns he sits next to you on the couch and begins to work on the posters as well. No words are needed. 

You work on the posters in silence for a few hours until it nears 3pm. Dustin will be getting out of school soon, and you have to be there for him when he’s home. While Will may be Jonathan’s brother, he’s also your brother’s best friend. You get up and head into the kitchen, long familiar now with its layout and usual contents within the fridge, and quickly prepare the ingredients for spaghetti. It’s a simple meal, but Jonathan and Joyce need to eat. Once it’s all laid out, you return to the living room and tap on your friend’s shoulder. 

“Hey, I have to head out now to check on Dustin, but I just put a pot of water on the stove along with some noodles on the counter. I also cut up some vegetables and put them in the fridge for the sauce. Start the meal whenever, I laid everything out for you.”

“Thank you, really,” Jonathan exhales, relief evident on his face. He hadn’t even thought about dinner, which you figured he wouldn’t. 

You bend down to kiss the top of his head. “Anytime, bee. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” 

“Just…” you linger at the door, not fully wanting to leave him all by himself. “Be careful, please.” 

“Go, Y/N. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Jonathan reassures you.

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night.

It’s brief, but the flashback punches you in the gut. You close your eyes, holding onto the image of Will’s face in the moonlight last night, and when it fades you take a deep breath and force yourself to leave. 

The second you’re on your bike, pedaling away from the house, you let the sobs that have wracked against your throat all day out. It’s messy, the tears coming down your face faster than you can wipe them away. All the fear you’ve felt is now able to freely come out. It’s not the safest way to bike home, but you know that if you hold the tears in any longer you’ll collapse. You do your best to still be alert, but apparently you fail because a BMW honks at you to avoid you hitting it. 

“Fuck!” You yank your bike to the right, having no idea that you had been on the left side of the road, and topple over. The fall isn’t anything bad, but it definitely is your final straw for the day. You lay in the ditch you’ve landed in, staring at the November sky, and let the pain from your skinned knee serve as something to ground you to reality. 

“Holy shit, did I hit you?” 

Steve Harrington stands over you, a horrified look in his eyes. 

“Unfortunately not, otherwise I’d be able to sue you and get money out of it.” 

“Uh… okay?” He offers you his hand, although still very confused. “You didn’t like, happen to hit your head or anything, right?” 

You accept his help, albeit mostly because you have to, and brush yourself off when you’re up. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you. 

“So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?”

Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead. 

“No,” you say, now repositioning your backpack so that you can get back on your bike. “Thanks anyways, Harrington.” 

Steve continues to follow you, even after you’ve started to pedal away. “You’re welcome, random girl I almost hit!”

You’re a bit further now, and you still feel like utter shit, but his words somehow make you laugh a bit. For a brief moment, you forget about everything, so you call behind, “It’s Henderson!” 

“That’s an odd first name!” The boy shouts after you, still following from a distance. 

“Y/N Henderson!” You’re fully yelling now, a good yard away, but you can tell that Steve hears you based on the way he begins to wave eagerly, finally stopping next to his car. Faintly you understand the boyish charm that makes him so loved by all the girls in the school; you understand why Nancy Wheeler has fallen for him.

“Bye, Y/N!” It’s faint, but you swear you can hear a smile in his voice.  

The good mood that Steve Harrington inexplicably puts you in vanishes when you near your house. Nothing has changed, yet it feels as if something has shifted. Will had been here only hours ago. You spot Dustin’s bike laying on the grass, haphazardly thrown as usual. 

Dustin is just taking off his coat when you enter, immediately running over to him to pull him into a bone crushing hug. 

“Y/N!” he squeaks in surprise. 

“Are you okay?” You know you’re squeezing your brother harder than you need to, but God. He’s safe, in your arms, and you’ve now learned that not everyone can say the same about their own loved ones. 

Dustin wiggles a bit, trying to break away from the hug, but you only pull him in tighter. “Geesh, no one died.” 

Normally you’d berate him, but you embrace his snarky comments. They’re what make Dustin so unique, his humor one of your favorite parts of him

When you don’t respond, Dustin stops wiggling around and finally accepts the situation. “I love ya too, sis.” 

You giggle a bit, now pulling away. “At least mom isn’t home right now. The minute she hears about what’s happened, we’ll be on lockdown.”

Dustin’s eyes widen. “Shit, you’re right.” 

“Lan-”

“Language, I know.”

You ruffle his hair, now feeling a bit better. Dustin is still Dustin, so maybe everything will be okay. You and your brother go into the kitchen for your post school snack, and you call your boss to inform her that you can’t make it to your shift. The words “family emergency” catch in your throat a bit, and Mrs. Waters is kind enough not to push it.

Dustin catches you up on his day, informing you about Hopper questioning him and the other boys. 

You scrunch your nose at that. “Is that even legal?”

“Unsure, but it was awesome.”

“Will went missing, Dustin. It isn’t ‘awesome’.”

Dustin tilts his head at you. “Well, I bet Will is going to have a blast hearing everything when we find him.” 

His words are so matter of fact, as if he already knows that Will will be found after all. His naivety worries you a bit, but you also can’t help but indulge in his hope as well. Then you think about what he’s just said. “Wait, who’s ‘we’?”

Your brother pretends he can't hear you, miming at his ears. “Dustin-”

“What?”

“Dustin, you and the boys can’t just-”

“I can’t hear you!” He’s running to his room now with you quick behind his heels. 

“Dustin, I swear to God-”

“I gotta do homework, Y/N, bye!” He slams the door in your face. 

You sigh. There’s no getting through to him, years of being Dustin’s older sister has taught you that, so you go into your room instead. You might as well get started on the assignments you missed today, and you have a huge chem test tomorrow, so you’ll focus on that and keep an ear out for Dustin. Whatever he’s planning with the boys, you won’t let them do it alone. 

After a couple hours of silence from Dustin’s room, you decide to call Jonathan. The line rings for a while with no answer, and eventually you give up. It makes sense that he’s not answering, he’s had a long day. You hope he’s asleep, but you know him better than that. He’s probably holed up in his room, trying to distract himself like you are right now. 

A loud thud from Dustin’s room breaks you from your thoughts. Then you hear a quiet “shhh!” that sounds suspiciously like Lucas, and you immediately throw on your shoes and a jacket and march outside. 

Dustin is halfway out of his window when you arrive, and Mike and Lucas stare at you, caught red handed. 

“Guys, I think she can hear us.” Your brother says, breaking the silence. Mike scoffs at him and Lucas groans. 

You eye the three of them, unamused. “Your best friend just went missing, what the hell are you guys doing out here so late and alone?”

Dustin awkwardly finishes his descent down, finally landing on his feet with a thud. He secures his hat back on his head and goes to grab his bike. You block his path. 

“I’m serious, one of you needs to start talking, now.” 

Lucas and Dustin look at Mike, who is their unofficial leader of the gang, and he huffs. “Look, Y/N, I like you-”

“How thrilling.” You say, voice monotone. 

The boy ignores you and continues to talk. “But Will is missing, and we aren’t just going to sit around and wait. He’s our friend, we have to do something.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but Lucas interrupts you. “You’re definitely our favorite sister in the group, so you’d be even cooler if you let us go.” 

Again, you try to respond, but this time Dustin beats you to it. “Yeah, you’re like, totally cool already. If you pretend that you never saw us, that’d be great.” 

“Guys-”

“And don’t give us a whole lecture about safety. That’s all bull.” Mike says. 

“Boys!” You scream. They all fall silent, not used to you ever raising your voice at them. You’ve only ever yelled at them once or twice, preferring to be the “cool” sister whenever you can, but right now they’re seriously pissing you off. 

“Let me speak.” When no one says anything, you continue. “I’m not going to stop you guys from looking for Will. In fact, I support it-”

“You do?”

You shoot Mike a death glare, which promptly shuts him up. “Yes, I do. However, I’m not letting you guys go alone.” 

The boys all groan at this, acting as if it’s the worst thing in the world to have you tag along with them. You ignore their complaining and head over to where your bike sits against the porch. You zip up your coat, the chill from the night making you shiver a bit. 

“No arguing, or I’ll call all your moms. Ours included, Dustin.”

“Why me?”

“Look, guys. I’m proud of you for stepping up, but I’m coming with. The last time I let one of you boys go off into the woods alone…” 

The boys shift uncomfortably now, realizing how heavy the guilt weighs upon you. After a few beats of silence, Mike finally gives in. 

“Fine,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “But the second you start to freak out, you’re gone.” 

You salute Mike, hopping on your bike as you all begin to bike away. The ride doesn’t take long, since you live just off of where Will was last seen. Thunder rumbles when you all approach the crime scene, and you shudder a bit. 

“It’s going to rain, guys.” You inform them. 

Dustin looks up at the sky with uncertainty. “I think maybe we should go back.”

Mike is quick to shut down the idea, urging the others to keep going. You admire his loyalty to Will, and you figure it’s why the two of you butt heads so often. Out of the entire group, you’re the most similar to him. 

Lucas and Mike go under the caution tape first, and Dustin hangs back. You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We can go back, you know.” 

He clenches his jaw, jutting his chin out a bit. “No, Will needs us.”

Your brother puffs out his chest and follows after his friends, leaving you to take up the rear. More thunder rumbles and the rain begins to come down. You flip your hood up, thankful you remembered to grab a hoodie when leaving. 

Mike guides the way with his flashlight, then Lucas, then Dustin, then you in the back. You make sure to keep your eyes on the three boys, scared that the second you look away they’ll be gone. The woods have always creeped you out, but you push your fear down to keep them safe. 

“Will!” Mike calls out, the rain now pouring down on you guys. 

“Byers!” 

“Will, little bee!” You call out as well. He never liked when you called him that in front of the others, but tonight was an exception. 

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Your brother bribes, unintentionally making you laugh a bit. If Will is nearby, he’ll surely come out to claim his prize. 

Your foot catches on a tree log, and you slip in the mud before just barely managing to catch yourself. It’s getting hard to see given how dark it is and the rain surrounding you. Dustin voices his concerns, only to be called a baby, and you bite your tongue. If you defend him, he’ll only look more like a baby to his friends. 

“I’m just being realistic!” He retaliates, which you commend him for. 

“Dustin’s right, guys. It’s getting really bad out here. We’re surrounded by a ton of trees, don’t they attract lightning?” You ask, now paranoid that you’ll be struck down any second. 

“You guys are being sissies.” Lucas taunts, annoyed as well. 

You try to argue, but Dustin voices a thought that’s been at the back of your mind. “Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad?”

You think back to how Hopper seemed worried when he investigated the Byers home. From what you can recall, he suspected that Will had been running away from something, explaining why he’d abandon his bike.

“And now we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen, and we have no weapons or anything?”

Maybe Dustin’s right. This definitely wasn’t your best idea, and you’re regretting letting them follow through with their plan. For someone who claims to want to keep their loved ones safe, you really suck at it. 

“Dustin, shut up.” Mike voices, though he now looks a bit concerned as well. 

“He’s right, Mike.” You speak up, stumbling a bit in more mud. Your shoes are definitely ruined, now. “I was at Jonathan’s when Hopper showed up, he thinks Will was running from something.” 

The boys go quiet now, and when you’re about to suggest going home, you hear rustling in the bushes. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Mike asks. 

Your heart stops as the rustling continues and you all start to twist and turn, looking for the source of the sound. The rustling gets louder, almost as if it’s getting closer, and you tighten your hand around your flashlight, ready to use it as a weapon just in case. 

Then, the light flashes upon a little girl, drenched in an oversized yellow shirt, shivering. Her head is shaved, but her small stature suggests to you that she is indeed a girl. You all stare at her, no one saying a thing. She stares back, a terrified look on her face that breaks your heart. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper. 

Her eyes land on you; something about her reminds you of Will, and  you know that nothing will be the same again.

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[actual-changeling]

y'all already know i'm about to present you with angst based on this post so without further ado, here you go. these bitches always end up way longer than i plan. thank you to @createserenity for putting this scene into my head

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He is about to leave. His palm is pressed against the door, already pushed open enough for the noise of the street to slip into the dusty silence of the bookshop. 'I forgive you' is echoing around his head as if someone had turned it into a bell and hit it with a hammer, every vibration another flash of needle-sharp pain.

Crowley should most definitely leave.

But.

There's always a but with him, with them, and he wouldn't have it any other way. So, with one last sigh and a prayer to no one that he won't regret it, he drops his hand and watches the door drift shut with a tiny, fading tinkle. Behind him, barely contained sobs are escaping Aziraphale despite his best attempts, and if his heart weren't already broken, it would shatter now. They're just as good as hurting each other as they are at loving, but somehow the former is the only reality they are ever allowed to experience.

Crowley turns back around, and, fuck it all, he might as well take his glasses off, too. After this, there is nothing to hide anymore, not really.

In the aggressively cheerful rays of sunlight shining through the windows, the tears gathered along Aziraphale's waterline glint like tiny sapphires and break up the stormy hyacinth of his irises. He blinks once, twice, and they carve a wet path along the lines of his face as he allows his tears to drip from his jaw. Crowley inhales, shaky, nervous, angry, and so, so desperately in love, and barely feels the sting of his own tears as they roll down his cheeks.

The question in Aziraphale's eyes is simple yet impossible to answer.

Still, he knows why he turned around, and even after everything has been said, there is one sentence—three words—that he needs him to hear. Something to erase 'I forgive you' from both their memories before it festers and grows thorns like particularly mean poison ivy, ripping them apart from the inside out.

"Crowley?"

Hope. There is a spark of hope in Aziraphale's voice, and he has to bite back a low whimper of pain - he cannot leave now, can't even look away. Tremors run through his hands, causing his glasses to clink together, and before rational thought can set in, he drops them to the floor. This is a horrible idea; he already screwed them up, left, came back because Aziraphale asked him to, kissed him, left again - and now he came back all on his own.

Because-

"I love you."

All the air leaves his lungs, the confession is carried by a sigh, and the tears begin streaming down his face in earnest, hot enough to burn like acid. Aziraphale freezes, and for a second Crowley is worried he accidentally stopped time, but then his fingers twitch, his mouth opens, and he can hear the breath he sucks in like a drowning man.

"I love you," he says again, because now it is the only thing he can say, and Aziraphale presses his fingertips against his lips with something akin to reverence.

"Do that again," Aziraphale whispers into the unfurling silence, words muffled by his hand, but Crowley understands them nevertheless.

"Do that again, please, right now."

This time, they're both moving, their bodies drawn to each other by the same gravity that has been at their centre while they have been orbiting each other for millennia. Warmth, heat, salt, iron, and touch-touch-touch—their world narrows down to the glide of tear-slick lips and hands grasping for anything they can hold onto.

Crowley cups his face, allowing his palms to slide along his cheeks until he can bury his fingers in his hair, and he kisses him the way he has always wanted to kiss him—breathless and urgent, and with every heartbeat screaming, iloveyou over and over.

Pulling him in as tightly as inhumanly possible, Aziraphale slings one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, cupping the back of his head and scratching his nails over his scalp. His mouth opens for an airless moan, and in the tiny break, their eyes fly open, gold meeting aquamarine as the colours of the world seemingly flow apart. Nothing matters except the twin thrum of their hearts.

"I love you," Aziraphale gasps, choking on his breath and turning it into a sob. "I love you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Crowley, I love you too."

They fall back into the kiss, their cheeks wet with tears, and there is no telling whether they are tears of joy or regret, anger or forgiveness. Within seconds, though, all of that stops mattering, too.

Unable to resist, Crowley leans back just enough to dart his tongue out to taste them, peppering tiny, fluttering kisses along his jaw, still crying.

"I know," he breathes, pressing their temples together and nudging against him until their foreheads meet. "I know, angel. I love you."

It does not fix them. It doesn't fix anything, but right now, neither of them cares. They need the time, want the time, and Crowley inhales the taste of love from Aziraphale's lips and gives them as long as they need and more; no one, not even God, can break his hold on reality.

Not when it means he gets to kiss Aziraphale againagainagain.

[reysdriver]

Behind The Venue | J.P.

(part 1 to this fic) you discover rockstar!james is cheating on you through a fan's social media post — modern!rockstar!james x fem!reader angst

warnings: james being a cheater

words: 1k

warnings: umm just to let y'all know, a lot of my writing is gonna be angst for the time being cus i'm going through a breakup lol and also let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this cus i can defo see it already

James was currently on tour with the boys; last night was Berlin, tonight was Vienna. Although you both wished you could join them as they visited almost every European capital, you couldn’t leave everything for two months. 

Well, you could. James had made it clear you didn’t need to work, that he would buy you anything you ever needed or wanted, but you didn’t want to be completely dependent on him. So while he travelled all around the continent, you stayed home to wait tables and keep your flat warm. 

But it wasn’t like you were completely away from your boyfriend for the whole time; you called each other every night—even the ones where the boys got blackout drunk in foreign hotels, and you constantly stayed updated on everything regarding the band. 

The little bits of connection were how you found yourself on Austrian social media scouring the hashtags related to The Marauders. You scrolled through selfies of fans in front of the empty stage, waiting for the boys to start. Some people brought posters and gifts for them, which always made you smile. Some of the fans even mentioned you in their posts and you commented on a few of them, wishing them a fun time at the concert. 

Then, you sent James a good luck text and went to make yourself dinner. You’ve learned that the best concert pictures and videos get posted a day or two after they’re taken, so you know you don’t need to stay online all night. Instead, you take your food to the couch and put on a movie while the concert hall in Vienna was electric with excitement. 

Near the end of the second movie of the night, you almost fell asleep in your living room, but your heavy eyelids shot up at the feeling of your phone buzzing shamelessly against your thigh. 

It had been going off periodically before, but the notifications increased exponentially in the last few minutes. 

Although you were half-asleep, you couldn’t just let your phone explode with activity. Scary thoughts that something happened to James at the concert overtook your mind and you quickly reached for your phone while attempting to hope for the best. 

It was about James, just not what you were expecting. Someone had caught a video of your boyfriend making out with Lily Evans, the lead singer of their opening band, outside behind the venue. 

The clip was short but inarguable. That was obviously James and Lily, and there was no debate on what they were doing. 

It showed them quickly, then the teenage girl who took the video flipped the camera to herself and said something in German. The only thing you could understand was your own name, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the rest meant. 

The video was just posted, but it was already spreading. There were so many comments and reposts; everyone seemed to have something to say on the matter. 

It ranged from ‘you should take this down, imagine how humiliating it is for (y/n)’ to ‘I mean, we’ve known this was coming lol look at their constant flirting’, and you weren’t sure what hurt more. 

And even though every single take felt like a slap in the face, you kept scrolling through them all. You were careful not to interact with any of them so as to not encourage drama, but it seemed like the fans were doing fine on their own when it came to stirring the pot. Eventually, it just became all too much. You took a screenshot of one post and sent it to James. 

But despite that, you weren’t staying up any longer. You shut off your phone, plugged it in across the room, and started getting ready for bed. You didn’t care if the only other thing to do was cry yourself to sleep, you weren’t spending any more time watching your boyfriend kiss his coworker. 

✦✧✦✧✦

The night barely consisted of sleep. There were periods where you calmed down enough to sleep, but you woke up several times in a pool of emotions. You managed to stay asleep for long enough that you’d be adequately rested, and that was good enough for you. 

When you opened your phone in the morning, you were sure that any limits to messages and mentions must have been hit. So not in the mood to hear anyone else’s opinions on your relationship, you didn’t even bother opening social media. 

You saw that James had sent a string of texts and tried calling you several times, and your heart ached. He was the only person who you would listen to about this, but you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. What could he say over the phone to fix this? 

Then, as if on cue, your phone vibrated with an incoming call from him. 

You were torn on what you should do. Answer and listen to him begging for forgiveness, decline and ignore everyone? If you answered and he asked for mercy, would you forgive him? You even thought about airing out all his secrets online in a petty act of revenge. But none of those really seemed like something you would want. In this fragile state, you wondered if anything could help. 

Then your attention snapped back to the picture of him on your screen, letting you know he wanted to talk. 

Compromising between all the ideas that had just been running through your head, you declined the call and opened your messages. ‘come back home and we’ll talk.’ was all you sent James before tossing your phone aside.

[rinatic]

In love with my roommate | Johnny Suh

Pairing: roommate!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: best friends, roommates, friends to lovers, angst and fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: shirtless johnny

A/n: first attempt so pls be nice to me lol, hope y'all enjoy this :)

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 9:30 p.m. and my twenty-minute power nap had accidentally turned into a two-hour snooze. I glanced out the window to check the weather conditions. It was completely dark with a lot of wind.

Definitely not the best time to jog around, but it would have to do. I really needed to walk to clear my mind from one thing.

My crush likes someone else.

And what is worse is my crush is, unfortunately, my roommate.

I threw off my blankets and pushed myself out of bed. I gave one good yawn with a long stretch then plopped back on my bed. Remembering that he told me he's going on a date today and might bring that girl he keeps talking about to our shared apartment.

He did leave early, so i suppose they're on their way to here? If so, i have to hurry up, i need to get dressed and be outside in like minutes. If i don't get my lazy ass off my bed and start dressing soon, I'll get to see him here with her.

And I don't want to see her.

I can't allow myself to because I'll know she'll become the person i hate the most, knowing myself, I'll probably blame her for every little thing that goes wrong in my life from the very moment i see her.

And I don't want to do that.

But how will I avoid her when she'll be the girlfriend of my roommate?

A knock on the door startled me. "Are you there, y/n? Can i enter?"

It's him, of course it's him, who would it be except that stupid boy i like?

I found myself fixing my posture as well as my fixing my hair. I hate to admit it but it became a habit to check if i look present and neat in front of him. "Yeah, come in." The door swung open slowly, and there stood Johnny, wearing nothing more than a towel that he wrapped around his waist, showing off his perfectly chiseled body. The towel looked like it will fall any moment.

Little water drops fell from his hair strands to his neck to his chest. I couldn't help but admire how fucking hot he looks right now.

I hope he did not notice me practically drooling over him. "You've been in your bed all day?" Yeah, depressed because you don't acknowledge me nor my feelings towards you, I thought. "Yeah, but I'm going to hang out with a friend, I'm gonna get ready.."

"At this hour? You goin' to a bar or somethin'?" Ugh. That's what I dislike about him. He's so nosy. He's the type to want to know everything, so annoying. I watched him as he went to my closet. "Can't I leave this house without telling you where I'm going?"

"I tell you everything, we're best friends so we shouldn't hide something from each other." He threw a glance at me over the shoulder then took my perfume. He had the audacity to come to my closet and steal this specific perfume everytime he has an important event to attend. Or specifically when he has a date.

Yes, I've suffered for the past two years from watching him going on countless dates. Bringing his girlfriends here and even fucking them here in his room that is right next to mine, i had to listen to it all night while crying silently. He really made me master crying without making any sound, it did became a talent.

He started spraying it on his body, he sprays too much, literally drenches himself in perfumes and it did make me anxious. You wouldn't stand being close to him, you'll get dizzy.

But i don't mind.

"I'm sure your girl will get dizzy if you keep spraying all that." I said. "Nah, you know girls love men who smell good."

I sighed. "I know but that's way too much- wait, you're still using my perfume even after what happened?" His ex girlfriend who was practically living with us here last summer fought with him over this, she thought he was cheating and broke up with him. I don't really understand how he thinks that putting my perfume on will make him attractive.

"I love the smell, okay?"

"Ugh, put it back, i have no time to buy another these days."

"Shut up, you use my stuff too." He put it back and ran his fingers through his soft black hair. I brought my attention to his face again. "I only took a hoodie, it was an emergency and i gave it back."

"Steal anything you want, y/n, there's no other girl that will take my things." I smiled upon hearing his words. "Yet." My smile dropped. And i hoped he didn't notice the dimness on my face since i just remembered his date.

i got up and left my bed untidy, pushing the thought away to the back of my head. While passing by him I ignored how hot he was and kept my attention on my closet. Picked a basic shirt and pants. Grabbed my hair essentials as well since he doesn't look like he'll get out any time sooner. "That outfit isn't enough, it's so cold outside."

I stopped mid walking. "It's fine, i don't get cold easily." I said with bored eyes. He left the room and i put my things on my bed and closed the door. Is he mad or something or did he want to give me space to change in my own room?

I finished dressing up quickly and let my hair loose on my shoulders. I turned the handle of the door and went searching for the keys.

Did he leave already?

I let out a big sigh as i felt my eyes welling up with tears. Did he really leave that fast? Without even saying goodbye? Does he hate me? I don't really understand why i still have a crush on him at this point. It's useless, I'm wasting my emotions and time when i could be doing something better.

"So you didn't wear a jacket, here.."

Two hands put a jacket on my shoulders. I turned around and he started helping me wear it properly. "You always get so cold, i can't stand seeing you shaking." He zipped it and smiled at me. "You look cute in my jacket."

I pretended I'm fixing my 'makeup' while I'm actually wiping my eyes. "Thanks, wear a one too."

"If i wear a jacket, my date won't notice my sexy body!" He argued playfully, i smiled at his stupid reason. "You look good anyways, you don't have to show your body."

I blurted these words out and bit my lip bottom, damn, did i just let him know that i acknowledge how good he looks?

"Why don't you walk with me to the nearby restaurant?" He said, ignoring the statement i said and I'm glad he did so, he raised his eyebrows and placed a grin on his lips, he always does that face to make me say yes. "Alright." I said. I bet he noticed how uninterested i am, maybe that will make him leave me alone.

He grabbed the keys. "You've been my best friend for a long time, y/n, so i want you to see my date." Hm. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to have a breakdown when i meet her. I know how weak i am when it comes to handling my emotions. "You're good at reading people, that's why i need you with me, babe."

Did this man just call me babe?

I ignored that feeling in my stomach and nodded. "Let's go!" He blurted happily and skipped to the building's gate. I sighed as i watched him waiting for me to come with a smile.

I wish the reason behind that smile was me.

Skipping a few stairs, then, i walked next to him, i put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. He was weirdly quiet, usually johnny talks a lot. And he only stops if he's eating or thinking.

So i guess he's thinking of something.

"Why are you dressed so simple." I asked when i saw his outfit. Hw wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. "My date loves simple things, she isn't into fancy stuff." I hummed and brought my attention to the stores. I remember the last time we walked together here. It was last christmas i believe, we had this tradition of taking walks in December as a friendship thing because we met each other in December.

"We arrived." His voice brought me to reality. I looked at the restaurant. It was the restaurant we ate together a lot when we started attending college. Out of all restaurants in town, did he have really have to bring her here?

Why is he quiet? I waited for him to step inside but it looks like his legs got frozen. "Aren't you going to enter?" I asked. Waiting for a response. "she's not inside..."

Is she late to the date? Who's that stupid woman anyways to be late to a date with the johnny suh? If i were her i would've arrived thirty minutes earlier. I can't believe we're freezing in cold waiting for her to come. This alone says a lot about her. But it's good, maybe this will make him uninterested.

"...she's right next to me."

Huh? What did he say?

I looked to his other side. "Nah, she's not here, dumbo."

"If anyone is dumb then it's you, y/n." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, from the moment we met till now i still manage to outsmart you in every situation."

"Yeah, it's obvious." He rolled his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yes, because the girl i like is you, y/n."

What?

Did i hear him right?

WAIT.

....

"Huh.. it doesn't make any sense, can you please speak more clearly?"

"I literally just admitted i like you.." he looked at me and stopped talking for seconds, analysing my expression. "Well. It's shocking.."

"It's not, how can someone not fall for you." He got that flirty romantic look in his eyes and i immediately looked away shyly. I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Does he really like me? And if he did, why did he tortured me all this time?

"Well, i like you too." I admitted. Still not believing the fact that we just confessed to each other, but wait, what if this is a prank?

"I know you like me." I immediately darted my attention to him. "Huh? How did you know?!" I asked in disbelief. "You were obvious, y/n, you can't really hide your emotions."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. "But I'm kinda sad you didn't notice my crush on you." He said, pretending to be sad by doing an awfully cringy aegyo expression. "Like, i literally use your perfume only! I buy you lots of things too! I even tried to get a reaction from you by bringing girls in our dorm, but still nothing. You frustrated me to be honest."

"You're frustrated? Frustration is a weak word to describe how i felt! I wanted to kill you!" He raised his eyebrows. A little too surprised at my choice of words. "Still, I'm not in the wrong." He crosses his arms. "The problem is, i was so obvious, it's not my problem you didn't know i like you."

"How am i supposed to know when you're flirting with literally everyone?" He laughed. And even though i felt annoyed every time i remember it, i couldn't help but smile upon seeing him laugh. "You sound so bothered, i promise you i won't flirt with everyone from now on."

Thinking of us dating, i was too deep in my own thoughts that i didn't realize his hands on my arms. He grabbed me by the jacket and slammed his lips on mine softly, he finally kissed me the kiss i daydreamed about. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Playing with his hair as we kiss.

"Johnny, i think people are staring." I pulled away and whispered into his lips. "Don't pay attention, we can do what we want.." he smiled at me softly "we will do what we want." He connected our lips again, this time, i kissed him with no care in the world.

"I love you, even though you're stupid as hell to the point of not getting my hints."

"Did you just call me stupid?!"

"Sorry!"

[klassickdei]

#06 - she laughs a lot but never stays happy.

hi. welcome back again. it’s been a while since I wrote an update.

maybe some of you want to ask me “where the hell you've been?”. It’s 3:18 am and I decided to get my shxt together and sit down to write an update. I hope y'all are doing okay just checking in on you.

If I were asked to go back to the past and live again, just like I've lived so far, I don't have the confidence to live the same way. these days, unexpected things keep happening… everything is unfamiliar and I'm not good at it the misfortune keeps catching on, and difficulties that I can't bear keep coming to me… since I'm an adult, of course, I want to overcome it bravely. but, now, I'm a little tired, too. I'm having a hard time. nobody thinks they should save me, 'cause I’m doing well. I don’t let it show, but I’ve been through some shxt.

are things sometimes tough for you, too? but, in life you gotta find your flow, you gotta get your attempts out things aren't just going to click it's gonna take a while, trial and error.

it will take time and you will doubt yourself a lot. most of your battles will be fought internally, but it will get you closer to where you want to be.

there are actions you can take to release yourself from emotional pain or self-centeredness, but most of those actions have an element of focusing on yourself before you start focusing on others. I don't think it's wrong to choose ourselves first, but society does think that it's wrong.

for example, maintaining a healthy lifestyle requires effort and discipline, and so does dealing with the consequences of poor health. whenever I'm dealing with a tough situation, I always remind myself that I always have a choice. most people are rushing to make a choice, without realizing what any of it means. It scares me to think that most of us have no idea what we're doing, and simply doing the best we can with what we have. It's terrifying to imagine that no one has all of the answers and that it is ultimately up to me to make my path.

I have a million thoughts in my head, I am repeating the same questions over and over. it feels like this pain will be forever and there is nothing ahead of me but darkness. feel like I might not make it through. a part of me is questioning if it's even worth making it through. but I know I've been through this before, and I can do this again. I'll get through it. I'll get over it. and I trust that I'll be fine.

I never think about how much time has passed. we are blessed with all this time, but not all of us are lucky enough to utilize it.

a part of being an adult … living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. you accept and love yourself from the past and understand that it's all a part of the process. then you live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you'll never be this young again.

however, I hope someday you find a safe person. a safe person that you can call a safe place where what you feel is valid, where you can be understood, a safe person where you can tell when you're happy, not only when you're sad. a safe person who asks you "how was your day?". because we need a safe person with whom we can open up and tell our story freely. having someone who is excited to talk with you is the best feeling.

I'm forever grateful to the people who checked on me when I just hinted that I was not okay. one sentence that I always remember:

"be sad but get up"

that sentence encouraged me a lot. I'm the type of person who might have gained strength by just hearing those words.

despite the hard parts that happen, there are parts that I am really grateful for. but the problem is I have no one to celebrate with. I'm too afraid about people’s reactions. because something that I think is "big", may not be "big" according to other people. it's hurts when you feel excited about something but the other person doesn't give you the same vibe. what I learned is, your experiences shape you into the person you are today. be proud of yourself even with the smallest progress you've made so far, even if you don’t have someone to celebrate with, you have yourself, and yourself is always enough.

when people leave your side one by one, I hope all the writings in here are the light that helps you to shine again. I'm trying my best to update regularly, but it's not easy. still, I hope y'all always looking forward to it. last but not least, "you have survived every single thing you thought you wouldn't". always remember that.

not sure if I can give any recommendations… but there you go k-dramas: 1. my sweet mobster (놀아주는 여자), 2. miss night and day (낮과 밤이 다른 그녀) songs: 1. Maki – dilaw (yellow), 2. Halsey – Without Me, 3. 데이식스 (DAY6) - 놓아 놓아 놓아 (Letting Go)

that’s all for today. thanks for tuning in, don’t forget to drink your water and I hope many good things happen to you!

until next time. 07.2024 from ra.

[cherrys-spice-cabinet]

From the Heart- Viktor x F!Reader

Warnings: None! Just some fluff for y'all

Word count:

Synopsis: Winterfest is quickly approaching, and one could say your gift wrapping skills aren't the best you'd ever seen. Assistance is futile, and you've got to find a way to make the holidays special for Viktor.

Note: For those who celebrate it, Merry (belated) Christmas! I hope you all were able to spend it with those you hold dear! It was my hope to have published this on Christmas, but I didn't get everything that I had hoped for out of it, so some changes to the script and such were made. I'm considering making a spicier part two to this as well, so let me know what y'all think about the possibility. As always, let me know what you think and let me know if there's anything I can do to improve! Enjoy!

You honestly didn’t think you’d wind up with colorful papers all around the room, a black box that you planned to wrap still seemingly untouched with holiday cheer. You glared at the box, throwing a roll of royal blue paper and a set of tape from each hand. In your outburst, you didn’t hear Jayce walk into your room, a curious hum sounding from his lips.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, observing the festive mess.

“Viktor is what’s going on,” you groaned, untangling yourself from the mess of tape and shredded paper. Jayce, still not understanding the vague response, awaited your elaboration.

“You remember when I got you both out of the lab to get some manner of sunlight last month, right?” you inquired, thinking back to the day you had quite honestly dragged them from their work, Jayce by his shirt collar, and Viktor by his wrist.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t let us think of going back to the lab, even if it was an emergency,” he responded, chuckling at the memory. You sighed, pushing him past the thought.

“Well, those goggles Viktor kept eyeing in that store we passed? I bought them for him when I had some time off, and I figured with the holidays coming up, it’d be a good time to surprise him with something!” you explained, a grin breaking past your face.

"It’s something that isn’t from my own clumsy creation, so it should last more than six months,” you trailed off, casting your gaze on the ceiling’s detailing rather than Jayce’s playful glare.

“Well, it’s just a box, right? It shouldn’t be any problem!” Jayce said, ambling over to the box, inspecting the gift. The exterior was sleek and black, its center etched with the company’s name and logo in a deep red. Jayce’s gaze softens.

"Gee, (y/n), nobody’s gonna one-up you on this,” he joked, tracing his thumb over the box’s edge.

“He’s gonna love them,” he says, still staring at the box. You give a slight hum of acknowledgment, mind swirling with thoughts of how he’d react. Jayce broke from this trance with a start, marching over to the pile of colorful papers and tape, moving over to a table in the corner of your room. You looked over his shoulder with the hope that maybe he’d be more successful in his attempt to help wrap your partner’s gift. Before long, you could hear a confused hum, and the sound of frantic scissors being sliced across the paper.

“Wha-? The measurements were fine!” He exclaimed, motioning towards the oddly cut paper and box left seemingly untouched. You groaned, lacing your fingers in your hair.

“That’s what I’m saying! It’s like it’s begging me ‘don’t wrap me, I’m such a cool box to just give to your super cool boyfriend!’” You muttered, placing a fist to your chest in a sarcastic imitation of the box

“Don’t tell me you’re imitating the box,” sighed Jayce, grasping the bridge of his nose with his fingers. You plead Jayce to give another try at the box, only to have the very same thing happen with a royal blue paper.

“Maybe the box doesn’t like jewel tones,” you thought aloud, turning to find the brightest colored paper in the pile. From the bottom of your rummaging, you managed to find a cerulean-hued paper, about the same shade as the boys’ Hextech gemstone.

“PERFECT!” You shouted, holding the paper up high above your head.

“What’s perfect?” came another, much more accented voice. You froze. At the entry of your room stood Viktor, a teasing glance evident upon his features. You turned to your lover, a warm smile wrapping him up as though a scarf before you realized.

“Wait, you’re not supposed to be here!” You exclaimed, motioning for Jayce to cover up the box, which was promptly used as an armrest for a dramatically-leaning man several inches too tall. Viktor’s teasing gaze faltered, and an eyebrow was cocked in its place. You caught your lip in between your teeth, gaze shooting anywhere else in an attempt to not lock with his. Viktor’s stride and cane seemed to boom on the tiles as he loomed ever closer.

“Are you sure that there’s nothing you wanted to show me?” he inquired, a teasing smirk breaking through the end of his question. You looked at the floor, studying the tiles in some desperate attempt to avoid your lover’s question. Viktor chuckled softly, bringing a finger underneath your chin, raising your face to his. Your cheeks flushed furiously, a small noise escaping your lips.

“I, ah, uhm..” you stuttered, a small smile dancing across your lips. Viktor cocked an eyebrow, an expectant look now resting on his face. You held his hand against your face, leaning into his touch. Taking a deep breath, you started.

"Well, the Winterfest is coming up, and ah, I had gotten you a gift that I wanted to give to you over dinner tonight, but I can't wrap it for the life of me and if I can't wrap it, it's gonna ruin the surprise! 'Cause if you already know what you're getting then mmf-!"

Your statement was cut off by Viktor's lips on your own.

"You should know that anything you give me is perfect," He whispered, forehead resting on your own. You laced your fingers in his, squeezing his hand.

"Still, I want the present to at least look pretty when I give it to you," You pouted, cheeks puffing up. Viktor covered his laughter with a cough, promptly releasing your chin from its tilted grip.

"Ahem, still here!" Coughed Jayce, waving his hands in hopes of getting you and your partner to end the display of affection unfolding before him. You shot the man a glare, tucking yourself further into Viktor's side.

"I'm sure you aren't saying anything after the last time I was left with you and your dearest councilor," You joked, fanning your hand over your forehead for some manner of dramatic effect. Both men in the room stifled a laugh, looking away from you to protect your ego. You huffed, striding back over to your pile of wrapping paper. Viktor followed you, turning you around with his free hand. Once again, his fingers found purchase under your chin, tilting your gaze upwards towards him.

You pulled the man down by his tie, ushering him into a kiss. Viktor stumbled forward, eyes fluttering shut once he found his footing. As the kiss broke, Viktor smiled at you.

"I will take that as a yes then?" He asked, smiling. You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Of course, it's a yes, my love. But, you have got to leave so I can finish getting your gift ready!" you exclaimed, guiding your lover towards the door. Before he could protest, Viktor found himself on the other side of the door's threshold. You turned, looking to his partner as well.

"You too! I have work to do!" You exclaimed, ushering the man out in a similar fashion. By the time either of them opened their mouths to speak, you had shut the door, your footsteps quickly fading on the other side.

You set your sights on the box on the table, the sides of your lips turning downward.

"And you!" you hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at the box. "You're getting wrapped in some damn paper, even if I've got to glue, tape, and solder those edges onto you." You finished, lumbering over to the heap of decorative papers you had pulled out for the occasion.

As you fought with paper, scissors, and tape, you couldn't help but remember Viktor's teasing touches and the look in his eyes. You tried to shake the thought, but each word came back, dragging themselves along your skin and creating more butterflies in your stomach. You groaned, taking the roll of paper you had been waving around when Viktor arrived, taking a deep breath as you approached the box.

"Well, here goes nothing," you muttered,

Evening made its way 'round, the setting sun urging you to get ready. A burgundy dress flowed gracefully past your knees, and a slit ran up to the near middle of your thigh. You did well to ignore the scrapes and paper cuts that had come from your final attempt at wrapping the box, opting to admire your reflection. Hair just so, and lips stained a shade similar to your dress. Your head had whipped around at the sound of a hollow knock!

You strode over to the door, trying to smooth out any wrinkles in your dress.

The heavy doors wailed out as you pushed them outwards, leaving Viktor exposed in the hallway.

The man in question leaned heavily on his cane, back hunched, ankles crossed, his countenance wearing a familiar, yet quizzical expression. The gust of wind sent the young man stumbling over his cane, struggling to find his balance.

"Wow.." he breathed. You smiled bashfully, shifting in your spot a bit. Viktor grabbed ahold of his cane, straightening his posture to the best of his ability. You giggled, walking over to the man with an air of faux confidence about you.

"Erm, (Y/n), you, ah, look stunning tonight," Viktor said, hand reaching for your cheek. You beamed, leaning into the man's warm hold. Long fingers trailed from your cheek past your ear, picking up a small section of your hair

"All of this for me? You shouldn't have!" he joked, pulling you in close. You placed a gentle hand on Viktor's chest, a content smile on your painted lips. A golden gaze cast itself on you, flickering between your (e/c) eyes and your lips. Viktor leaned down, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you gently. The hand you had kept on his chest made its way up to his shoulder, allowing you the space to press your chest to his as you kissed back. As the kiss broke, you laughed, reaching up to wipe off the excess tint from Viktor's lips. He held up a hand as though to stop you from continuing.

"I think a token of your love is rather befitting of tonight's occasion, no?" he inquired, eyebrow raised as though to get a better look at you. You giggled, pressing your lips into his cheek once again. Before Viktor got much of a chance to react, you had scurried back into your room, emerging quickly after with a bag in your hands.

"Shall we go?" You asked playfully, a soft gleam in your eyes. Viktor nodded, offering his arm for you to take. You did so graciously, swinging your doors closed behind you.

The walk to Viktor's home wasn't long per se, but your thrumming heart and fuzzy head made it feel as though the walk had been hours on end. There was an air of comfortable silence about the two of you, one of your arms linked with his, the other holding a bag that contained the beast that you had spent the afternoon wrapping up.

When the two of you arrived at the front door, you released your tentative grip on Viktor's arm. Viktor grabbed a key from his coat pocket, fiddling with the front door before the large oak swung inside, wrapping the two of you in an embrace of warm air from the inside. With his free hand, Viktor leads you inside. His home was strikingly neat and lightly decorated for the holidays, almost a complete contradiction to the lab. He did spend most of his time at the lab, you supposed. With a shrug, you followed the man into what you had assumed to be the dining room.

The table that Viktor had set up for the two of you was candlelit and intimate. You gasped, a hand coming to cover your mouth.

"Oh, Viktor, it's...gorgeous," you breathed, looking at the man next to you. Viktor looked back at you with a soft smile, shrugging with his arm as a means to guide you to the table. You followed behind him quietly, hoping that your racing heart wasn't as loud as it was in your ears.

"So as I had earlier mentioned, I'm not the best at wrapping gifts," you began. Viktor hummed in acknowledgment, allowing you to go on.

"When you look at it, j-just know that it's, um, ah... from the heart!" you stammered, looking around the well-kept and neatly decorated room. You took a breath, hoping to calm your perturbed heart.

"Happy Winterfest, Viktor," You said, placing the box on the table. You kept your gaze low, eyeing each imperfection in the box's wrapping. It was clumsy, sure, but the box was covered in the cerulean paper that you had been waving around when Viktor arrived. A bow was slapped clumsily on top, as the thought of trying to wrap the ribbon you originally picked out sent a shiver down your spine. Viktor gasped as he ripped the paper, revealing the box that you'd spent the day wrestling into the paper that was now scattered about its form.

"(Y/n), these are incredible! Thank you so much," He spoke, a genuine smile stretching on his lips. You grinned, hand resting over his. Viktor's skin was warm beneath your touch, fingers jumping at the prolonged contact. You brought your regards to his face, which twisted and turned slightly into a frown.

"What's wrong?" you asked, thumbs tracing over his knuckles.

"Well, I got you something, but I don't know if you'll like it," he began. You leaned over the table, excitement glittering in your eyes.

"You got me a present..?" You asked, mouth turning upwards into a dopey smile. The man before you nodded, leaning down to look for something in his bag. Viktor slid a small box across the table, and unlike yours, neatly wrapped in a matte black paper. Across the box was a cerulean ribbon, which was tied neatly in a bow at the center.

In the box was a necklace with a "V" hanging from the dainty chain. You gasped, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, Viktor! It's-" You stopped. Viktor tugged a chain from his shirt, revealing an identical chain with your initial dangling from it. Your eyes widened, tears falling from gleeful and lovestruck eyes.

"So there's always a piece of you with me," he said, smiling warmly. Viktor rose from the table, stepping over to your side of the table, prompting you to stand. As you rose, your gaze was never broken. Wordlessly, he turned you around, plucking the necklace from your palm. You moved your hair to the side, the nape of your neck suddenly feeling more exposed than usual.

You held your breath as he moved to put the necklace on you. Viktor's long fingers were warm, but goosebumps ran down your spine as though a cool metal were stroking your skin. His knuckles felt warmer against your skin, and you could feel your lover's breath draw slow in concentration. A satisfied hum left his lips, and the necklace's clasp now lay flush against your skin. You turned to face Viktor, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He smiled.

"It's perfect."

[deexchanel]

As she should.

Word Count: 1,123

Pairing: Steve Rogers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, and Fluff.

Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark's parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.

A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.

“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.

“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”

Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

"You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking." Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha's ass making her yelp.

"Y/N!"

"I saw the opportunity and took it."

Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.

"So you're mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it's alright? I demand equality!"

"Y/N hush."

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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. "Excuse me." She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn't in the way but he wasn't using the spot so Y/N wanted it.

"My apologies- Y/N?" Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.

"Hi, Steve."

Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she's seen him. Steve's beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.

Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. "Y/N what are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?" Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.

"Uh yeah, it's alright with me. Y/N you look-"

"Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?" He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. "Oh Y/N I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, I've been here for bout an hour now." Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.

"Well, I'll talk to you later Y/N."

"No, he won't, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong."

To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn't want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.

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"Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.'. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor's lap probably making him hard.

"Steve are you okay? You're staring mighty hard." Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.

"I'm alright."

Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.

"Woah calm down big guy, you're going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.

"I'm not, I just..." Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. "I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn't mine anymore and Y/N knows what she's doing."

"You don't go with Emma right?" Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. "She's obsessed with me and I don't want her. I want and desire Y/N."

Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. "Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It's a really simple plan."

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "She doesn't want anything to do with me Bucky."

"You don't know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn't recall. "Now go get your girl back."

Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.

Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude's package. "Y/N let's go." Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.

"What? Steve what are you doing??"

"You're leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.

"I think it's pretty obvious that the woman doesn't want to leave with you." He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn't even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, "Uhh excuse me sir, you don't have anything to do with this so hush."

"I was just trying to help you bitch." He pushed Y/N which Steve didn't tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.

Steve leaned down to him on the floor,"Disrespect my girl and I won't hesitate to give you another black eye." He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. "This why I don't like you wearing this without me Y/N."

"You just punched some guy and you're worried about what I'm wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!" Y/N snatched away from him, angry.

"Embarrassed you? Y/N you've been showing your ass all night like I wasn't there." Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.

"Steve we aren't together!!! I'm single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.

"You're not single Y/N. You're mine." He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn't going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.

"Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine."I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N." He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.

"Do you understand me?"

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. "Y-Yes."

Steve's large hand smacks against her ass. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo

I don't really like it but oh well.

I should've written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here's your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.

stay slutty my friends.

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 9*

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Aw SNAP, an early chapter?! Yes children, I woke up and I just wanted to write. This story really does mean a lot to me, and I have been neglecting it for the last few days. So I decided to give you one today, and one tonight. I just have so much to say, and I wanna get it out there as fast as I think of it! I know y'all want that too.

So I don't know if these actually need warnings, but there is serious discussion about alcohol and addiction. If you're sensitive to that, read with caution. I'm really sensitive to it and I wrote it, but it's more therapeutic to me. I don't know how others feel about it.

Also-- I did my best to fix the continuity issue in the last chapter about the Sonny crying at Y/N's mom's funeral, AND I think I did a good job at fixing the continuity with the fact that I literally started this story with her drinking an appletini. Like a moron.

And if you think my explanation is 'unbelievable', I actually do the same thing so I know it's a thing! Don't @ me.

Also Also-- This chapter is all Y/N and Sonny, some cousin bonding time. I hope y'all appreciate it.

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You rode to the train station in silence, but when you got out of the Uber to walk in by yourself, Sonny quickly trailed behind you.

“I’m a big girl Sonny, I don’t need you to hold my hand,” You rolled your eyes.

“I-I know, but it’s an hour until your train leaves, and--” He nervously explained.

“Afraid I’ll go to the bar and just derail my life in twenty minutes?” You crossed your arms.

“...No…” He softly looked at the ground.

“Well, you're right. I'm just gonna throw it all away right now,”

“Y/N don’t do that--”

“I’m not kidding, Sonny!” You looked at him seriously.

“...What?” He was stunned at your admission.

You looked around the train station, people were bustling about running to their trains and finding their people, it was a madhouse. You needed to talk this out seriously; so you pulled him to a waiting area and sat down with him.

“Well as you so nicely pointed out, I am basically on the verge of breaking my sobriety every fucking day. And now I know why you wanted me to avoid Rafael, but I didn’t listen and as much as you didn’t want it to, it already broke me. Last night I broke, and now that-- now that he’s gone, or run away, or whatever-- All I can think about is making this pain go away!” The thoughts that had been running through your head since you left Rafael’s apartment just came spilling out of your mouth.

“Sunshine…” He sighed.

“And you’re right, I don’t have anyone else. I don’t have anyone else to lean on, except for you. And I can’t keep doing that, you’ve done it long enough,” You started to feel tears catch in your throat.

“Wha--but I don’t mind, I--” He protested.

“Really? Because the way you were telling Rafael, it sounded like you were sick of it,” You tried to keep your voice steady.

“I’m not--” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m not sick of it. It’s just--”

“A lot,” You finished for him.

“Right,” He looked at you sadly. “But-- I don’t understand, then what do you wanna--”

“I need to go away,” You interjected with a very somber look.

“What?” He half laughed. “Go away? What does that even--”

“I need to go...away,” You repeated, not wanting to say the words out loud.

“Like...a facility?” He asked; you nodded. “Y/N I didn’t mean you had to--”

“I know you didn’t mean that Sonny, but I don’t see any other way,” Tears filled your eyes.

“I don’t-- I don’t wanna do this again! I don’t want you to have to take days, weeks off work watching me, moving to Jersey, checking my room and my apartment, you’re too old for that shit now!” You looked up to the sky, willing the tears to stay in your pupils.

“I mean, Y/N come on I’m almost 31, I’m not ancient--”

“But you’re a grown up, with a grown up job and a career, and a life. And I can’t just-- make you put your life on pause because I’m a fuck up,” You barely whispered.

“You’re not a--”

“I am,” You shook your head. “I am, and I accept it. I can’t have-- normal, things. Like friendships or relationships. This absolutely proves it,”

“No, it doesn’t,” Sonny took your hand. “Look I told Barba and now I’m telling you: This...this might be on me,”

“No it’s not,” You took his hand this time. “Don’t do that,”

“No, it really might be,” He insisted. “You’ve...you’ve never just opened up to someone like you did with Barba. Not once. Not with anyone but me,”

“Yeah well clearly that was some kind of fluke,” You rolled your eyes with a tear filled laugh.

“Was it?” Sonny asked you sincerely. “When’s the last time you approached a guy or girl for that matter, sober?”

“I mean, I was sipping an appletini…” You looked at the ground in guilt.

“Y/N…” Sonny rubbed his temples.

“What?” You shrugged. “It’s not like I’m the Hulk, Sonny. I don’t take a sip of alcohol and ‘Hulk Out’. I like to at least attempt to feel like a grown up, so I order ONE drink and nurse it for hours. You know this. It’s just, when I get upset…”

“You lose it,” He finished for you.

“...Yeah,” You looked back at the ground.

“So why don’t you just come stay with me for a few days, until this whole ‘Barba’ thing passes, and you can be...normal, again?” He put a hand on your knee. “You don’t need to…’go away’, like a mental patient,”

“...Because I don’t know if it will pass, Sonny,” You admitted. “I’m not kidding when I say this broke me. It...it broke me. And he wasn’t even my boyfriend! We fucked one time and all of a sudden I was going through his stuff like a crazy girlfriend,”

“...Didn’t need to know that, but alright,” Sonny shuddered at the thought of you in the throes of passion with Rafael.

“Whatever,” You sighed. “The point is, I-- I lost it, with him. That’s never happened, not once. I’ve never…’cared’ about someone like that. I just bang them then leave,”

“Wasted” Sonny added.

“....Well yeah, obviously,” You laughed sadly.

“Which brings me back to my original point,” He replied. “You may have had some liquor in your system, but were you drunk when you talked to Barba?”

“...No,” You shook your head.

“Were you tipsy?”

“....No,"

“Did you get drunk while waiting on me and talking with him and then decide to go back to his place to...do stuff?”

“No!” You hit him softly.

“And last night,” He continued. “Last night when I walked away and left the two of you. Did you run back inside and drink yourself into a stupor because you hurt me?”

“No!!” You shook your head. “No, I-- I might have wanted to, but then Rafael took me inside and he-- well, first of all his friends humiliated me--”

“They what?” Sonny’s fists began to clench.

“Calm down, Son,” You took his hand. “Rafael defended me, he even punched a guy for insulting me!”

“He WHAT?” Sonny gasped. Rafael would never do something like that, not for anyone. He was always so cool, calm and collected, always the epitome of decorum. If he had lost it on someone in public, that really did mean something.

“...So he defended you, then took you home?”

“Well, I---” You looked down in shame. “I asked him to,”

“Ah,” Sonny nodded. “I see,”

“But only because you said you didn’t wanna see me! I...I didn’t think I had anywhere else to go,” You explained.

“But he let you,” He added.

“He wanted me to,” You shrugged. “But Sonny I swear, nothing was supposed to happen. I just wanted to crash on his couch until I could talk to you. But...I don’t know, we-- he washed my clothes, and then we were watching BoJack, and then we were laughing and he was tickling me, and it just-- happened,”

“Organically,” He clarified.

“...Not the way I’d word it but yeah,”

“And you didn’t drink anything?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You cried. “No, and I didn’t want to hurt--”

“Sunshine I promise you, this isn’t about my feelings at all right now,” He assured you. “I’m just pointing out that you have never just...accidentally slept with a guy,”

“Meaning…?” You quirked an eyebrow curiously.

“Meaning your MO is get drunk, get laid, and leave. Correct?”

“...Well when you say it like that…” You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m not trying to guilt you Sunshine I’m making a point. Now, am I right?”

“....Yes,”

“So you genuinely had feelings for Barba. Real, unaltered feelings,”

“....I guess so,”

“And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass when I say that Barba would never, ever punch a guy for anyone. Especially not someone he worked with, in front of a bunch of colleagues. I mean, his ‘circle’ is probably buzzing right now with talk about how ‘barbaric’ he was, for some girl he just met,” He explained.

“What are you saying, Son?” You studied his face curiously.

“I’m saying like I said before, that this might be my fault, Sunshine,” He sighed, once again running his hands through his hair.

“If I hadn’t been so...against you and Barba, I wouldn’t have spout off my mouth about his--- usual way of dating. Because it sounds like with you, he’s anything but his usual self,” He explained.

“...And then you wouldn’t have gotten upset about it and responded the way you do when you’re upset, and then you wouldn’t have ended up a mess last night, and you two would still be in your happy little bubble of bliss,”

“Sonny,” You sighed and put a hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I think we both know that this...’beast’ inside of me, is always gonna be there,”

“Well…” He murmured.

“You said it yourself! I’m still an addict, I’m still battling it everyday, even though I’ve gotten so much better at it. Even though most days I am perfectly fine; I’m not normal. Normal people don’t end up at the bottom of a bottle of vodka whenever they have a bad day, or stress out,” You cringed at the memory of that constantly happening back in the day.

“Yeah I know…”

“And it’s not fair for me to put that on someone. Especially someone I barely know! Especially someone who is not used to, or even ready for any kind of normal commitment! I mean, honestly I’m glad it happened now, because if we had gotten any deeper and the inevitable happened, the blow out would have been much more...messy,” You looked away in shame, just imagining the chaos your drunken alter ego could cause.

“...How so?”

“Sonny, if I lost it like I did last night after spending one night with Rafael, can you imagine the kind of havoc I’d wreck if we had been dating for a while? If we were married?” You half laughed sadly at the thought. “Cops would be called, I’m sure,”

“Sunshine….” He spoke softly, hating to hear you degrade yourself so much. He'd heard it so much in the past, he knew if you were going into the dark place, the damage was bad.

“Somehow or other, the monster would have shown herself to him. And clearly, whenever it was gonna happen-- he wasn’t going to respond well,” You shook your head with the same sad smile.

“But maybe if you had gotten closer, maybe he would have changed. Maybe he wants to change-- he’s just...freaked out right now,” Sonny pointed out.

“Don’t,” You shook your head while looking at the ground. “Don’t do that,”

“Do what?” He asked you quizzically.

“Give me false hope,” You looked up at him with tears once again welling up in your eyes. “You know that’s the most dangerous thing for someone like me,”

“But that’s just it Sunshine,” He put both hands on either side of your face. “I really don’t think it’s false hope,”

“Yeah well,” You scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. “I won’t hold my breath. And the bottom line is-- if that ever happens, then it will. But I’m here now, and right now all I want is to drink until I forget this weekend ever happened,” You wiped tears from your face. “So I need you to--”

“I’m not sending you away,” He said sternly.

“Sonny!” You stomped your foot. “I’m not kidding! You can’t--”

“Look Y/N,” He started. “You have done so well these past few years, better than I’ve ever seen you. I am so proud of you. You’re in school, you’re thinking about the future, you have dreams. And if you just...abandon that for even a month or two, you’ll have to drop your classes and start over,”

“Yeah but--”

“I know you think that going to rehab is the thing you’re ‘supposed’ to do when shit like this happens, but honestly I think it will only send you three steps back, not forward,” He looked at you with very genuine eyes.

“...Y’know the old ‘monster’ wouldn’t have even told me any of this,” He pointed out. “She would’ve gotten on that train and headed to the liquor store at the Jersey train station,”

“...That is true,” You nodded with a soft smile.

“I think you’re more in control than you think, Sunshine,” He put a thumb on your chin. “...But, maybe to make us both feel better, I’ll put a limit on your card for a bit,”

“...Yeah, probably for the best,” You gave him a small smile. Just then you both heard the speaker announcing your train was boarding.

“Well, I guess I better go,” You stood up with your duffel and gave him a long, hard hug. You really did love him more than anyone in this world, and knowing he wasn’t mad at you and still loved you meant everything to you.

“Alright Sunshine, you call me when you get back to the apartment, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nodded; he gave you another hug, scared to let you go.

He was being supportive and brave on the outside for you, because he really did want you to keep going on the path you were on. But something deep down inside of him was constantly worried about the monster inside you. He wanted to protect you 24/7, but you were right-- he had a life and a career in the city, he had to trust you to be on your own.

“I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” You nodded with a bigger smile. “I love you too, Sonny,”

You gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading to your platform, leaving Sonny alone in the station. He waited until he couldn’t see your figure headed towards the distance before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“Barba,” He said seriously. “We need to talk,”

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I recently found out I'm pregnant. I'm new to tumblr as well so sorry if I'm being weird. Can you do some headcanons for the bucci gang finding out their s/o is pregnant. I really need the sweetness and I'm really interested in seeing your writing in the future. I hope you're doing well in this time.

Bucciarati Gang: Finding out Their s/o is Pregnant HCs

TW // none

First of all, congratulations for your pregnancy dear! This beautiful request put a smile on my face. And you're not being weird at all, I hope you enjoy the result of your request!

Also big thank you to @golden-narcissus for giving me a good piece of advice for Abbacchio's HCs ^_^ check their blog too, they awesome !

Pregnancy Headcanons, kinda fluff, fem!s/o

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

When you show him the pregnancy test, he'll immediately meet your gaze, looking for a joke. Hoping to find none. He'll be so happy, he won't be able to say anything.

He'll hold you the tightest he can, your foreheads touching and your eyes closed. His hand will travel to your belly, gently caressing it.

"That's amazing, dolcezza..." His eyes will be very teary, but he'll do his best not to cry. His hands will be a little shaky, though. Touching you and knowing how fragile you are now, makes him tremble.

Sticky Fingers cries, though.

You had talked into trying to have a baby, you both felt ready, but you hadn't stopped taking your pill, yet. That's something unexpected, but in the perfect timing.

Bruno asks you to wait, before giving the news to the gang. He just wants you two to take a little time to gather your thoughts and talk about your future.

You have no doubts: Bruno will be a perfect dad. You just hope he won't start doubting himself during your pregnancy.

He will grow twice more protective of you. Understandable. Everybody wants to kill him and he doesn't want you to end up in this danger.

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He stares at you with an incomprehensible smile, when you hand him your pregnancy test. He almost looks like a dreaming angel. His eyes look like a starry sky.

He, Giorno Giovanna, had a dream, and maybe now he has a new dream. He feels like a flower has just bloomed in his chest. But it's blooming in your belly, instead.

Giorno gently kisses your belly. You have been trying to have a baby for a while, but every attempt was a failure. He had almost begun to think he was sterile. It would have been ironic, knowing his stand's power.

Giorno immediately starts promising you stuff. You'll be setting up a room for the baby soon, he's planning on growing a garden to play in with his babies, and stuff.

You have to stop him before he promises you the Moon as a gift. His mind already is projected into your future, he has big plans for you and your babies, if you're willing to trust him.

Gold Experience grows a beautiful bouquet from a vase for you. Plus, it starts transforming small objects into ladybugs and butterflies to celebrate.

Giorno has no time to cry. Literally. He's just being so happy and positive, tears have no place on his face, right now.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

He doesn't know how to react. Honestly. He just stands in front of you, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. You probably want him to take it and smile, or at least say something.

He's about to have a panic attack. Seriously, his heart is racing at a dangerous speed.

"Y-Y/n... will you give me a minute...?" that's what he says, before closing himself in his room. You imagined something like this could happen. He's not angry nor sad. You know he's happy. He just needs a little time to calm himself down and realize.

You listen to him, through the door. And hear your own voice. Moody Blues. He's replaying you giving him the pregnancy test with Moody Blues.

He cries out of happiness, in his room. Abbacchio cries a lot. But he doesn't want you to know. So he just waits ten minutes more, before actually coming back to you and apologizing for how he behaved.

Still, he's not ready to tell the gang about it. He wants to enjoy your secret. He'll probably just tell Bruno. Abbacchio can't lie to Bucciarati.

He'll be your big spoon every night since you tell him about your pregnancy. He loves resting his hands on your belly.

GUIDO MISTA

You're sitting on the couch, when you hand him your pregnancy test. You had never talked about having a baby, and that's absolutely unexpected. But fuck. He feels happy.

S c r e e c h e s. Then bursts into tears. He jumps, he laughs so hard you've never seen him like that.

He'll fall on his knees in front of you, then snuggle his face onto your belly, wetting your shirt with his teary eyes, while you're sitting on the couch.

The Sex Pistols are on cloud nine. Number One is tearing up, jumping and laughing with Number Two. Number Three is punching Number Five. And screaming. Number Five is crying. And crying. Number Six is holding onto your belly, and Number Seven is flying around you as fast as a jet.

"Y'all! Oi! My amore is pregnant! Aspettamm 'nu criatur! (Neapolitan dialect for "we're having a baby!")"

As soon as he knows you're pregnant with his baby, he'll start doing talking sessions with your child in your belly. He says they can hear him. You try to explain the baby is only a bunch of cells now, but he insists.

"Is it the pregnancy or are your boobs bigger."

NARANCIA GHIRGA

"What's this? A thermometer? Have you got a fever?"

As soon as he figures out that's a positive pregnancy test, he'll burst into tears. This is too much for Narancia's little heart. He'll start panicking, but surely not like Abbacchio. Narancia is loud.

"S-so you have like... a little human? In there? Mine? ... Uhm... sounds splatter."

Forgive him, he's just Narancia. He doesn't know how to deal with something like this. He just babbles nervously and tries to touch your belly. Obviously, your belly isn't growing yet, you just found out. But Narancia says that it already feels different.

He'll let Bruno and Mista lecture him about taking care of a new life. Surely taking care of teenagers or taking care of the Sex Pistols isn't as difficult as taking care of a baby, but their advice is like pure gold for him.

He will tell the gang. Like immediately.

"Guys, guys! Guess what now? Y/n is pregnant!" nobody is surprised. You had told them before telling Narancia. You needed advice on how to tell him.

Every night, during your pregnancy, Narancia will sleep curled up next to your belly. He wants to hear it, if the baby ever moves.

FUGO PANNACOTTA

When you show him your pregnancy test, he thinks about you first, before exulting. He brings you into a calm and serious conversation about whether you'd like to keep his baby or not.

You two haven't talked about having babies before, this is unexpected, and the fact that he's so mature to talk to you about it clearly, warms your heart.

Also, obviously you want to keep it, and he's relieved, because his heart was pounding out of happiness, and now he knows he can express it without bothering you.

He advises you to try a second pregnancy test, just in case the first one was wrong, but you already did. You wouldn't give him such a news without being sure first.

You admire him so much. Even if his heart is exploding in his chest, he's trying his best to talk calmly and seriously about your future.

"You don't have to keep calm for me... You can cry, Fugo..." he can't imagine such words can hit him so hard. He cries. He just needs to let it out. He usually does with anger, but there's no anger in him now, only happiness, and he needs to let it all out.

He just tells Bucciarati. He needs peace to gather his thoughts, and receiving neverending questions from Narancia or Mista would drive him crazy and angry again.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 27

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TWs/Summary: If you read carefully, you knew this; if you didn't: reader was drugged at the party. Hangover from Hell ft. boys being cute, Loki being best friend material and reader fully integrating him into the Gen-Z community via Monster energy drinks and depressive music whilst being sad. I live for Loki/reader friendship tbh.

So folks, this is the last big plot thing before the endgame. I reckon it's about 10-15 chapters left until out happy ending and the next bit is going to focus on developing reader's and Stephen's relationship. There will be smutty parts too - either chapters or interludes, idk, depending on how well they'll integrate into the story.

I love y'all.

Ow, was my first thought upon waking up. My head throbbed something fierce, the pressure behind my eyelids was unbearable and my mouth tasted like a bog on a sunny summer's day. I was warm, from both sides, and one of the bodies felt foreign in everything besides the smell - sandalwood leaked through the lead curtain of alcohol and sex.

Needless to say, I had trouble piecing together the fine details of last night but had enough coherence to remember our... Activities. I was sore and Strange's long arm was still possessively draped over both me and Tony. The luck was on my side as I carefully wiggled out of his grasp, padding to the bedroom on quiet feet. The sorcerer barely moved, only grumbling briefly at the loss of my warmth and immediately quieting, shamelessly snuggling into Tony.

I would have not exaggerated if I said it was the worst hangover of my life. It was baffling, really, because I'd gone way wilder and didn't suffer half as much after effects; my first attempt to brush my teeth ended with my face resting against the toilet bowl, my empty stomach rejecting what little liquid in it was left as the room spun on its axis. That was incredibly embarrassing and I hoped my boys wouldn't wake up to witness my best impression of a bum - and they didn't, both men still sound asleep and interwined like snakes when I put on the shirt closest to me and departed in search of coffee.

My mood only worsened. Steve and Bucky were already up, shoveling an impressive amount of eggs and bacon, as Bucky quietly teased Steve about his own hangover. The blonde man was slightly greenish, disheveled - we traded equally glum looks and nodded to each other in silence. The smell of food made my stomach churn and I retreated, one black coffee in hand, towards Bruce's lab, having been informed by Friday that neither Tony not Stephen planned on waking up.

"Morning, Princess," Bruce smiled kindly, pushing his glasses out of the way to hold me close and give me a sweet kiss. "Had fun? The boys still asleep?"

I giggled at Bruce calling Tony and Stephen boys. "Yeah. I wouldn't be wearing Stephen's shirt if he was up and about, I think." I pointed out the obvious.

Bruce chuckled, holding my face to give me a long, thoughtful look. I stared back, hoping convey my respect and adoration without having to say a word; like Tony, I wasn't particularly apt when it came to talking feelings. Whatever Bruce was looking for, he found it, and sealed it with another kiss, twice as long and twice as sweet. We stood like that, my head on his shoulder and my arms firmly holding him to myself, until the elevator dinged behind the glass wall, revealing a shirtless Stephen and Tony in his pajama pants, both men bickering animatedly.

"Aw shit, here we go again," I rolled my eyes, unhappy about the possibility of the magic being broken. I rather preferred all three men to be like yesterday: friendly, kind and relaxed.

"I will kick them out if I have to," Bruce shrugged, turning me around to face them.

Tony smiled, seeing me, stopping mid-conversation. "Princess, I am disappointed in your lack of manners. You left me with Merlin and he is mean." The engineer unceremoniously snatched me from Bruce and smooched me, hangover breath and all.

"Gross, Tony," I rolled my eyes, giving the man a light shove in the chest. "Morning, Steph," I addressed the third man who had gone back to his usual stoic expression. Just to see his resolve crack, because I loved pushing his buttons, I gave him a good morning kiss too, and was unexpectedly blown away by the eager response from his side. As I pulled back, I noticed his cheeks dusting a light pink.

"I came to get my shirt but I think you'd rather keep it," The sorcerer's fingers caressed my skin beneath the collar of his shirt, voice still low and scratchy from sleep and those magnetic eyes fixated on the exposed flesh of my chest, no trace of previous awkwardness.

"You sure 'bout that?" I pushed one of the sides off, exposing my shoulder, seeing Tony gulp the remainder of my coffee, one hand already messing with the screen that Bruce was focused on. "I think I look better without it," I would never miss an opportunity to tease the uptight man.

"Quite," He grinned, "It's a shame I didn't get to see much last night..." Two could play this game, okay.

"Oh, but you will," Tony piped up suddenly, a hint of smugness in his voice barely covered by Bruce's fond chuckle. I really didn't know what to say, suddenly overwhelmed with the attention, my emotions amplified by the hangover - party drugs tended to exaggerate my anxiety on the comedown.

And what a comedown it was. My social energy ran out very quickly so I complained about a nasty headache and retreated into my room, Bruce's gentle hands pressing a bottle of Ibuprofen into my own. Despite my attempts to tame my rioting body, it got worse before it got better and shortly before lunch, I had thrown up twice more. Pissed off, I ran a bath with cold water and sat in it until I felt somewhat human to prepare myself for a journey to Wanda's apartment - as a last resort, I was going to chug on of Pietro's Monster energy drinks that I knew he kept hidden there.

The retrieval was a success. Cans securely hidden in the kangaroo pocket of Tony's oversized hoodie I had thrown on, I had to make a haste detour to throw up once again - the closest bathroom was in Loki's apartment and I only managed to knock twice before throwing open the door and making a mad dash for the porcelain throne, a very confused Asgardian following my movements with raised eyebrows.

"Hangover from Hell," I croaked once the first wave subsided. Loki nodded in understanding, waved a hand to summon me a water bottle and shut the door behind himself.

As I sat there, desperately trying to understand why was I feeling like utter shit... It clicked. Bile rose to my throat once again, and I just dry heaving, mulling my revelation over and over again.

I didn't take any drugs. I had been drugged. My memories became hazy and dream-like shortly after someone had given me the drink... Someone, who? It was a split-second moment; Sam, even in his drunk state, didn't keep his eyes off me for too long. Maybe it had been someone the team knew? Possibilities began playing out in my head. Cursed was my overactive brain - the anxiety from the leftover drugs was making me panic.

"Fuck, FUCK," My hands shook - I only noticed it because I had spilled water on myself, adding cold and wet to the unpleasant sensations I was already experiencing. "Why am I such a fucking fuck-up." Taking a drink from a stranger seemed downright idiotic now. Middle school bullshit.

"Are you alright?" Loki's worried voice interrupted my inner monologue.

"Yes," I replied, voice cracking. "No. I don't fucking know."

The door all but flew open, the Asgardian taking several long strides to take a good long look at me. The frown on his face tells me all I needed to know about my physical and mental state.

A slender hand tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "What happened?"

I laughed tersely, feeling tears to begin welling in the corners of my eyes. "I'm an idiot," Seeing his face get annoyed briefly, I conceded: "I got drugged yesterday. My drink."

The hand that he had slid between my shoulder blades froze. I felt his whole body go rigid and his nostrils flare, the smell of ozone and something foreign - magic - filling the small space. The air around us became charged with the power of his anger. "Pardon?" His voice was dangerously quiet.

I physically fought with the need to flinch away from him, settling for lowering my eyes and staring at the dark stain on my hoodie. "I got carried away dancing. Someone handed me a drink and my stupid ass just shotgunned it," I confessed, picking at the wet spot. "And I can't tell anybody because I had a threesome with Stephen and Tony," I suddenly realised, my voice raising in pitch. "They're gonna think I didn't want it and feel bad. You know how Tony blames himself for everything under the sun..." Another wave of dizziness and nausea hit me as I leaned against the wall closest to me.

"Alright," Loki conceded after a brief pause. "We absolutely are telling the others. I'll make sure they understand," The Asgardian stated firmly in a tone that bore no argument. Seeing me lift my head to protest, he interrupted me before I could say anything: "Did you... Did you want it?" He asked me, hooking a single finger under my chin to look me in the eye.

I nodded, feeling my face heat up.

"You're not lying. The team knows of my ability to detect lies. Nobody will blame anyone..." Loki trailed off, obviously already plotting something. I wished it were a prank both of us were conspiring on instead of... Trying to make sense of this cluster fuck of a shit show. The circus called, they seemed to have left their clowns behind. "Although I will have a word with Sam." The Asgardian muttered darkly.

"No, it's not his fault. I just got too relaxed, I need to pucker up and be responsible for myself," I protested, damn well knowing it wasn't the Bird's fault. Everyone was drunk and I should've known better.

"It's not yours either," Loki sneered, seeing right through my self-loathing. It took a deep, slow sigh for him to calm down. His expression softened and the hand that was on my back resumed the gentle stroking as he scooted closer to me to press my side against his chest. "Vile people of this kind aren't exclusive to Midgard. It could have happened to anyone."

I nodded, my logical part briefly taking over as the waves of nausea and dizziness waned. I stifled a giggle, coming to another sudden revelation. "You holding up my hair as I barf out my hangover? That makes you qualified for the position of my Best Friend," I stated with a snort.

Loki chuckled, relaxing bit by bit. "I accept the position," His voice was unusually soft and a little bit shaky; I chose to tactfully ignore it. "Shall I call for assembly in the war room?"

I sighed, the dread and anxiety creeping it's way back in. "Can we just... Wait a bit? I have something- hold on-" I rummaged around my pocket, taking out two cans of Monster. Loki eyed them curiously and I extended one to him. "It probably won't do much for you but for me it's a last-resort hangover cure." I popped open the metal cap, seeing him do the same. "Be warned though, it tastes kinda funky if you're not used to it," I announced the disclaimer but it simply egged Loki on.

The scrunched up face he made was pretty funny. "It's sour but sickeningly sweet at the same time? I can't tell," He briefly eyed the written ingredients on the can.

"There are a bunch of flavors. Pietro likes the plain one, I like the purple one better, it's not so tongue-burning." I paused to inhale loudly. "If this is what college life looks like, I don't want to go," Mustering up my courage and gathering my balls in a knot, with one broad motion I closed my nose and poured the carbonated acid down my throat until my eyes watered. "Gimme a minute," I hiccuped, trying to keep it down.

Wide-eyed, Loki took a chaste sip of his own drink, eyeing me warily. He looked part impressed part disgusted with the little stunt. "I am pretty certain that is counter-productive."

"Caffeine make brain and body go skrrt," I argued back. "Friday, play my "grant me the sweet release of death" playlist. I'm upset," I announced and the AI obliged silently, the first notes of Placebo's 'Exit Wounds' beginning to play. If I was going to mop in a stranger's bathroom, I was going to do it with style. Even if said style was just simply stealing in my own misery with emo background music.

Loki stared at me, I stared back, both of us lost in our respective minds. At one point, he began swaying to the music slightly, resting the cool tin of the can against his cheek; I followed suit, mouthing along to some of the lyrics. It took us about a dozen songs to finally finish the liquid acid that was Monster energy drink and my ass felt like the bathroom tile itself: flat and hard.

"Do you ever feel like the universe just hates you for no fucking reason?" I groused, taking Loki's outstretched hand and slowly feeling the blood rush back to my legs.

"You wouldn't believe," He rolled his eyes in solidarity, vanishing away the empty containers. "Norns, give me a Hel-damned break."

I laced his arm through mine as we exited his apartment, feeling considerably less upset than I was before. I couldn't protect myself, but one look at Loki's sullen, irritated expression was bound to scare off anyone who dared to interrupt our mission.

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[canonicallysoulmates]

Walker 1.16

I know damn well some of y'all forgot there was a new Walker episode this week which is a shame because this was excellent but I don't blame you the scheduling for this show has been a mess, I hope that's something that's fixed for s2.

Anyways, jumping right into this episode. There's not really a case this week, we know who the bad guy is the problem is being able to get him. The main story is that Captain James has been keeping track of this dirty cop, Owen Campbell, real scum from another department who works in narcotics and he re-sells the drugs from his busts. Captain James has evidence, he feels confident, he sets up this whole sting, of which Mickie is a part of, and busts the dude during one of his sales but Campbell is cool as a cucumber and why wouldn't he be when corruption always runs all the way to the top, something the good Captain forgot. Y'all can probably guess what happened, he had to let Campbell go on order from the DA. And to add to his bad luck this happened on the same day his son, DJ, had arrived for a visit from college, so the white, male corrupt cop he just tried to arrest that wants to get back at him now knows he has a son who he loves very much and is in town.

In case it's not obvious Captain James and his son end up with a target on their back. Something that James finds out when he and his son are getting ready to leave the Side Step to find that his car has been set on fire with the word 'traitor' spray painted on the side. This should have been the moment this man turned towards his son and told him to either get back on a plane or that he would be staying with his uncle Cordell for the rest of his visit. When somebody wants to hurt you and they may attempt something against your loved ones to do so, I understand the urge to not say anything so you don't scare them but really the best thing is to let them know so they can protect themselves and be safe.

So, he doesn't warn his son about what's happening, even though he knows Campbell has no problems going after the innocent- also James has stacks of evidence of against this dude but he hasn't been able to do anything about it because you guessed it, he's being protected by the DA who won't file formal charges. Which is where Liam comes in, he doesn't find out what kind of corruption is going on in the DA's office (but by the sounds of it it is ugly and runs to the top, like most corruption) but he does confront and put pressure on the current DA to either do his job and file against Campbell, or he'd be calling the state attorney general. Before Liam does that however, the guy directly goes after DJ, he pulls him over and arrests him under false charges of him matching the description of a robbery suspect in the area and drug possession.

Luckily for DJ, Stella was with him and becoming smarter with every episode because she recorded the whole thing including when the cop plants the drugs on DJ, and because she's a smart girl she didn't tell Campbell she was filming she kept quiet about it and then told her dad when they were home. That video is what let's them finally nail this guy and arrest him.

The corrupt cop was the main storyline of this episode, but there were also some side ones: Bret and Liam are now going to work together with Bret as Liam's speech writer. Those two are either gonna end up hooking up or getting back together, I'm calling it right now.

Trey got accepted into medical school! But he has some mixed feelings about it because he was going to study surgery but after so many years in the army doing trauma surgeries he's not sure it's what he wants and he doesn't know how to tell Mickie so he goes to Walker for advice; I absolutely love this friendship, it's so cute, and they have their conversation while riding horses which just makes my heart happy. Talking with Walker helps Trey figure out what he wants and he decides that he wants to go into the field of psychology to help people emotionally. He would be the greatest psychologist.

And then the big thing is that by the end of the episode Walker is back to being a Ranger. He decided to go back to work after a talk with Stella that was very reminiscent to me of when Emma told Jason that he should go back to the team in SEAL Team. For those that don't know SEAL Team is this military show I love, and one of the main characters, Jason, was thinking of leaving the Navy after his wife passes away but his daughter Emma, who at the time in the show was around the same age as what Stella is in Walker, tells him pretty much the same thing Stella told her dad which is 'having you home is everything I wanted but now that you're here I realize how much your job is a part of you and your colleagues need you'.

Sidenote: if David Boreanaz ever guest starred on Walker, or Jared ever guest starred on SEAL Team my life would be complete.

And that was this week's episode of Walker, check it out if you haven't yet, it's worth it. The best scene in the episode imo was when Captain James goes to pick up his son after he got arrested, and DJ confronts him with what happened and heartbreakingly tells him that he thought he was safe because of who his dad is, that hit hard, that was some realism and the actors hit it out of the park especially Cody Bell who plays Captain James.

Also, the episode plays so seamlessly, there's a good balance between the main story and what the other characters are up to; I'm also curious to know how far the corruption storyline they set up is gonna go but since there's only 2 epis left, I'm guessing that's something we'll see touched upon more in s2.

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it's ok to not be as productive as you planned to be, pls don't beat yourself up over it. runaway was so long and involved, it's totally understandable that your brain would need a break from writing. i sadly don't have any advice for breaking out of that creative freeze *my box of crochet WIPs stares at me accusingly* but i just wanted to throw some love your way ʕ`•ᴥ•ʔ つ ~~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Thanks, anon.  I appreciate you reaching out to me, your support means a lot right now.  It's been a difficult few weeks for me, didn't realize that my tumblr posts were reflecting that until I looked at my last 5 posts and saw that yeah, I suppose I haven't been very subtle.  I don't know why, but it's only been recently that I'm starting to feel down about how unproductive I've been over the last few months.  I finished a massive 333,000+ word undertaking over the course of a year and now that it's over, it's just been SO hard to get myself to write anything.  Maybe it's the thought that nothing I write will ever come close to the magnitude of Runaway, maybe finishing such a huge undertaking has made me burnt out on writing, maybe it's the mental stress of the pandemic, maybe it's all of it.  I don't know.  All I do know for certain is that I just feel creatively paralyzed right now and I'm not quite sure how to get over it.  I've attempted to get back into writing more than I care to admit to, but most often it results in me wasting hours in front of a blank doc and then I just get even more frustrated than I was before.  I don't know if I need to just stop trying and walk away or if I need to keep at it; I don't know what would be best at this point.  The last time I stepped away from writing, it was for 10 years, so that's daunting as well.  I don't want to lose a hobby that used to bring me so much joy, but right now it's only bringing frustration and guilt.

Sorry for ranting.  I guess it was high time I got all of this out there at the very least to explain why there hasn't been any notable content since... well, since Runaway ended.  Sorry to those who followed me for my writing, I really do hope that with time, the writing will come back.  Until then I really do apologize for the massive amount of Animal Crossing spam, I know that's not what y'all signed up for. 😂

(P.S. to the anon asker, good luck with your crochet!  I wish you all the best and thanks for the love and support!  Imma turn that around and send love and support your way! ❤)

[singular-braincells]

hey y'all sorry for the late updated n stuff I had a competing for band and ya girl is hella tired. anyways thank y'all so much for all that you do and requests are open (I have no requests as of the moment). worked on this for like two weeks so hope it's alright

karasuno 1st years help you with a stalker

You wave goodbye to a friend as she goes into her home. You put on your headphones and put on your go to playlist and start heading home. Multiple times you feel a presence following you, but turning around you see nothing but a crow nesting on a street light.

"I am not about to be some dumb main character in a horror movie." You turn off your music but keep your headphones on. Speed walking home you notice that the person tailing you is also taking quick identical steps. Luckily your home was in view so you quickly run towards your home, keys in hand, and quickly unlock the door in record time. You close the door and peer outside the curtains of your home window. You see a male wandering outside of your home and almost makes eye contact with you but you close the curtain. You brush off the encounter and go on about your normal nightly routine.

"Good morning (l/n)-chan!" One of your classmates calls out to you. "Oh hey Yachi-san, how are you?" You snapped out of your daze, still thinking about the weird man from last night. "I-I'm doing well thank you (l/n)-chan." Yachi pauses for a moment. "Hey, you look kinda off. Are you okay?" You shook your head. "There's this tall man that followed me home last night from practice when you all were in Ukai-san's store. I saw him walking around my neighborhood before he left." You whisper to Yachi. Yachi's face went pale the longer you talked. "That's horrible. I'm so sorry." You wave your hand. "Ah I'm okay now don't worry. I'm sure it'll be a one time thing. Anyways, can I ask you about a calculus problem? I didn't do it last night because I didn't understand it."

Well, it was not a one time thing. It happened multiple nights. They never happened in a row but they happened after practice with the boy's volleyball team. You'd part from the group and the man would be following you. At this point you were running home and somehow the man would always be ever so close. It was an understatement to say that it scared you. It was terrifying seeing him in your nightmares. You were losing sleep and became more paranoid. Yachi noticed this and asked you multiple times throughout the week if you were alright. "Ah I'm okay! Just didn't sleep much last night. Nothing worry some!" You'd smile at her and continue with your school work.

You dashed home for the 3rd time this week after seeing the scary man following you home. You slide down the door while taking deep breaths. Gripping your school bag so tightly that your knuckles turned a pale white you felt tears running down your face. Picking up your phone, you bring up your contacts and call someone who’s been there for you time and time again.

"Hello? Sugawara-san? Can we talk?"

You wake up the next morning feeling a little less anxious than the night before. Sugawara believed that it’d be best to have someone walk with you home before something horrible happened to you. Sugawara would talk to some of the club members and get them to walk you home. You thanked Sugawara tremendously over the phone while clutching your uniform tightly. 

Going through classes the next day you enjoyed feeling like yourself again. You ate lunch with your fellow classmates, gossiping and giggling like normal school girls. Volleyball practice brought your spirits up and Sugawara could tell. “(l/n)-chan you’re feeling better. That’s good!" He comes up and gives you a hug. You put down the water bottles you were handing out and embrace his very calming and tranquil hug. "Yeah I feel better after talking to you last night. Thank you. Now get back to rehearsal you!" You jam a water bottle in Sugawara's general direction.

Volleyball practice was ending a little bit early since Ukai had a family emergency. “I’ve convinced most of the first years to walk you home.” Your face changes into one of worry. “Sugawara-san, I wouldn’t want to be a burden to them.” He quickly hushes you, “(l/n)-chan, it’s okay. They wanted to help, well besides Tsukishima but I’m making him go anyways. We want to make sure you stay safe because you’re important to us.” You smiled and thanked him profusely 

Sugawara sent Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and Hinata to walk you home. On the way you and Hinata got into a somewhat heated argument about foods being classified into raviolis, sandwiches, or hotdogs.

"(l/n)-chan, a taco can be put into the sandwich category!" You shake your head. "Hinata-san, a taco is a hotdog. The two shells are not seperated like a sandwich." You argue back with the sunshine haired boy. "Tch. You both are wrong and this conversation is stupid." Tsukishima puts on his headphones and tunes the both of you out. You giggle when Hinata starts to chant "stingyshima", but you see a figure and your stomache drops to the bottom of your feet. Your hands start to shake and a certain dark green haired male noticed.

Words are coming out of his mouth but they're automatically tuned out when you see the figure come closer to your group. You start to hyperventilating and now the four boys get distracted from what they were last doing bringing their attention to you. Yamaguchi shakes you and attempts to bring you out of your panicked trance. "(l/n)-chan? (l/n)-chan? What's wrong?" He continues to shake you and you finally snap out of it. You have no strength for words, but you point to the hooded figure looming closer to your group.

Your hands start to shake more and more as he gets closer. Kageyama sees this and does the only thing his mind can think of. He holds your shaking hands while his face bursts into a light pink (having no experience with any sort of romantic interaction). Hinata home Kageyama in trying to calm you down by hugging you. Tsukishima sees the state your in and it pulled a string in his heart. He sighs as he pulls down his headphones. He heads towards the figure with a cold stare and scowl.

"Excuse me, but can I help you?" Tsukishima looms over the male figure. The male figure is slightly intimidated, but keeps his stance. "I just wanted to help my neighbor. " His nasally voice pierces through the night. Tsukishima blocks his path. " That's not needed, we're taking care of them. You can go home." Tsukishima stares at the male with an icy glare. "No, let me help my kind hearted neighbor." He tries and push through Tsukishima but fails.

You've calmed down slightly and can comprehend what's going on around you. Hinata and Kageyama are holding both of your hands while Yamaguchi is standing behind you very protective while calling 911. "Sir, we can take the them. You can go home. You're clearly making her uncomfortable and I'd appreciate it if you left her the hell alone." Tsukishima pushes the male figure back. "And if I don't? You can't keep soulmates apart forever!" He starts to scream. "Tch, then I won't hesitate using violence to make sure their safe." Tsukishima glares and spits hardly at the figure. A police officer shows up and takes the male figure away from your group.

"You can't keep me away forever! (l/n) I love you!" The male cries as the police officer escorts him into a car and drives away. Yamaguchi had given the officer information about how that man was following you for weeks from Sugawara. Tsukishima comes back to you and asks if you were okay. "Y-Yeah I'm okay. Thank you all so much. I-I'm sorry for being this way." You shake your head in shame, thinking that you'd handle this in a better way. "Don't apologize (l/n)-chan. It's not your fault." Hinata squeezes your hand. Yamaguchi gives you a kind smile and Tsukishima has a neutral face rather than his normal scowl. Kageyama hesitantly offers you a hug and you gladly accept, squeezing him tightly. A tear start to fall from your face but you wipe it quickly off your face.

"Thank you all so much. Let's go home." You give them all a smile and head to your home, a warm bubbly feeling replacing the panicked one in your heart.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

lolita

requested by: anon said 'Thomas Shelby x younger reader. If you do it - daddy kink tommy ? x'

word count: 1.7K+

warnings: sexual tension, daddyxbabygirl references

a/n: so here's my first work based on a request. i tried my best, hope you like it. btw i didn't want it to turn into smut so you can finish it with your imagination. love y'all 🖤

lolita, light of my love, fire of my loins. 

my sin, my soul.

would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight?

You and your friends came to Garrison to celebrate your graduation from college, you all wanted to enjoy the night and have some drinks. You started to drink, alcohol wasn't a thing that makes you drunk quickly. You ordered a glass of red wine and chatted with your beloved friends, Cecilia and Veronica. They were always there for you, the best company of yours. Cecilia and you studied literature but Veronica studied physics. While you were drinking, the boys left you to get some drinks. William was Cecilia's boyfriend and Edward had a crush on Veronica. People expected you and Robert to be a couple but, of course, you weren't.

The girls understood why, because you always had a taste for men older than you. Grown-up men always turned you on with the way they acted. You dated with boys older than you in college but they were still young for you. The boys came back and Robert gave you a drink with a smirk, you nodded and thanked him while forcing a smile. Cecilia got it and asked a question to Robert, you smiled at her to show your gratitude. You continued chatting with your friends, after fifteen minutes they sent you to get the drinks.

When you reached to the bartender, you ordered the drinks and started to wait. You looked around and something got your eye. Not something, but someone. He was a man with dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen in your life. He looked like he was at his late-30s. He had a sharp face and a muscular body. You couldn't help but watch him, his handsome face taking you over. Then you noticed his eyes, the shining blues were watching you. You shocked and glanced away, didn't want him to know you were watching him.

God, you were so wrong. Tommy laid his piercing blue eyes on you since you walked into the Garrison with your friends. He was with his brothers and his cousin, Michael, and he couldn't understand what they were talking about, not even a word. He was too focused on you, watching you chatting with your friends. When you came to the bar, he couldn't help but stare at your body. You were wearing a long dress but he had to admit that you were sexy as fuck with your long legs and your bare shoulders, he continued to stare at you when you glanced away.

'Nice one, Tommy.' John sent his brother a smug face. 'Isn't she a bit young for you?' Michael asked curiously. 'I don't think so, she looks like a tiger. Go get 'er, Tommy.' Arthur answered his cousin, noticing the change in his brother's face. He looked nervous when he thought she was really young for him. 'I don't know, she is really young for me.' John's smile widened, 'Who says that? Fuck'em.' Thomas started to think but his brother's smile disappeared, 'Who is that bastard?'  The blue eyes turned to the scene and saw a young lad next to the girl. He recognised the boy, he was the one who gave her a drink and Thomas saw that she was forcing the same smile again. He couldn't help but smile a little, he noticed that she didn't like him.

The night continued and your friends started getting drunk. Cecilia laughed at every damn word his boyfriend said and Veronica was flirting shamelessly with Edward. After making an attempt to you at the bar, Robert gave up and started to talk with the girl at the next table. You sat there, sipping your whiskey. You grabbed your lighter and lit a cigarette. Inhaling a long breath, you gave the smoke slowly and looked around. You saw him again, the mysterious man with blue eyes. Veronica saw you, 'Oh, so you noticed him finally. He had his eyes on you since we came here.'

You took another drag from your cigarette, 'I don't think so, you're drunk.' Cecilia overheard you in the noise and joined the conversation, 'Yeah, maybe we're drunk but he is watching you, y/n.' You swung tremulously, didn't want to believe it but you felt his eyes and raised your head. His mesmerizing blue eyes connected with your y/e/c ones. A small smile danced on his lips but it disappeared immediately. 'Don't say that you'll sit here and watch him all night.' You rolled your eyes, 'This is exactly what I'm going to do.'

Veronica pushed you a little, 'Are you serious? Just go and talk to him! You'll never see him again and do I need to mention that he is hot as fuck?  Like he can fuck you just with his eyes, imagine him in the bed.' Cecilia nodded, 'Move your ass or I'll kick you from this table.' You let out a breath, 'First, there's no way I'm doing it. And second, you won't do that.' Cecilia laughed, 'Try me. I'll kick your ass if you don't stand up and go talk to him in two minutes.' You sent her a look but she didn't give a fuck about it. You stubbed your cigarette and slowly stood up. 'If I screw, I'll make you regret that.'

Girls cheered and you walked to his table. You felt eyes on you, they belonged to men around him. Some of them looked like him, you thought they were his brothers or something. He noticed you but stood still, smoking his cigarette. But his eyes were on you, that cold blue ones were going to be the end of you. You finally made your way to him and smiled sheepishly, 'Um, hello. Would you like to...' You couldn't finish your sentence when he stared at you. 'Would I like to what?' He echoed you and his deep voice made your knees went weak.

The men smiled widely you blushed even deeper like it was possible.  'Dance with me?' Your voice was low and soft but unfortunately, he heard you. 'Why?' You sighed with his question, what was wrong with him? You felt awkward but decided to be more confident. 'Cause I liked you.' He lifted an eyebrow and the men watched you with open mouths. 'Why would I do that?' You rolled your eyes, 'If you don't want just say no, okay? I'm not gonna spend my night with your annoying questions.' He smirked, 'We got an impatient one 'ere, ay?' He threw his cigarette and stood up slowly.

He let you lead him to the dance floor and a slow song started to play. 'So you liked me?' You blushed again, he continued. 'Why would you like me, I'm too old for you.' You smiled a little and whispered without thinking, 'And maybe that's what turns me on.' A small smile played on his plump lips, you couldn't help but think how good they'd feel on you. 'Naughty.' His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer, leaving you no choice but touch his chest with your small hands. His muscles tightened under your touch. 'If I'm naughty, so are you.'

'You forgot that you are the one who came to my table and asked me to dance with you.' You looked at him directly and spoke without breaking the eye contact, 'And you are the one who watched me since I walked in.' He seemed surprised, 'I bet your friends told you this.' It was your turn to be surprised, he smiled. 'It looks like my guess is true. Eh, you're not the one who notices men, right?' You didn't give an answer and wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between you and him. You felt complete with him.

Suddenly, you felt his breath at the back of your neck and couldn't help but let out a whimper. The sexual tension was too much for both of you, though you didn't move. His breath hitched and he spoke slowly, 'If you make that sound again, I won't be able to control myself.' You murmured quietly, 'What sound?' Then one of his hands went down and you felt his hand on your leg, his long fingers tracing your bare skin. You tried to control it but whimpered again and he groaned, 'Fuck. Go and take your coat. We're leaving.'

You followed his orders and quickly took your coat. Girls grinned like cheshire cats and you smiled widely. You were at the door in two minutes, he was waiting for you already. For love of the god, his house wasn't far. You crushed your lips to his pink ones and he took over the control, kissed you dominantly. His lips moved to your neck, you turned your head slowly to give him a better angle, then he made something that caused you to moan loudly. He connected his lips with your skin but didn't move. 'Say it.' His husky voice commanded you. 'I want it. God, I want it so badly.'

'What do you want?' He asked again. 'I want you to kiss my neck, my lips. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to be my daddy tonight.' He slowly licked your neck, 'Daddy? If you call me that, it'll be a rough night love. What's your name?' You sighed, waiting for him to kiss your neck. 'y/n.' He admired how soft your name sounded, you looked too innocent to him. 'Thomas Shelby.' Then he kissed you like there was no tomorrow and you melted into him.

He lifted you up and took you to his bedroom, took off your clothes immediately. You laughed when he hurriedly threw his clothes to the floor, 'Oh, you're a hasty, daddy.' His jaw clenched with your voice, you tensed him. 'You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you, babygirl.' You smiled, 'Don't be cruel, Mr Shelby.' He couldn't believe that his name on your lips has an effect on him.

'What I'm going to do with you?' He sighed. 'What do you want me to do, daddy?' He bit his bottom lip and understood that he couldn't wait anymore. You were in front of him, with underwear and it felt like there were just two of you in the world. He knew it was wrong, you were no good but he didn't care. If it was a sin to be with you, then he was a sinner. He licked his lips, 'On your knees. Now.'