#and immediately after she smiles and says something like 'it's nice having someone to blame'

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family Steddie AU Part 2

Part two of the Addams Family Steddie AU from this post! Anyway, here are five times Eddie gave Steve a gift plus one particularly special gift Steve gave him in return

I'll be honest, this one really got away from me LMAO

Also, @xjessicafaithx asked to be tagged if there was a part two so here ya go! I have a few more ideas for this AU so there might be more parts later too lol

One~

Steve is idly flipping through the mail he just pulled out of the mailbox, delaying his return to the house where Dustin is currently screaming about dice rolls over a Discord call, when he feels someone staring at him. His shoulders tense, and his grip on a junk letter creases the envelope as he looks up.

Crouching on the walkway leading up to a pitch-black house, elbows resting on his knees and a covered plate in his hands, is Eddie Munson. He's staring straight at Steve, eyes practically boring through him. When he realizes Steve has noticed him, Eddie perks up and balances the plate in one hand so he can wave with the other.

Steve hesitates before flashing an unsure smile and waving back. He thinks of the recently-washed plate that held the arsenic and chocolate chip cookies currently in his kitchen, waiting to be returned. Maybe he can return it now?

While he's thinking, Eddie has apparently taken the wave as permission to pop to his feet and walk over. And, well, he isn't wrong. It's not like Steve immediately started walking away after waving; he just kept standing there, locked in place by neighborly social conventions and Eddie's intense gaze.

"Good morning, Stevie," Eddie says, flashing that too-sharp grin at Steve as he leans on the mailbox. "You're looking particularly ravishing today."

"Ravishing?"

Eddie slowly looks him up and down, his eyes dragging along Steve's figure before finally letting their gazes meet once more. "Good enough to eat, really," Eddie replies, leaning in a little closer and making Steve's heart race with something that could be fear but is more likely embarrassment. Not that he wants to admit that. So, fear it is.

Steve laughs awkwardly and leans back, looking away and blaming the heat in his cheeks on the sun. "Uh, thanks. You, uh, look nice too," he says, glancing back at Eddie to take in the ripped jeans and short-sleeved black button-down (is that silk? It looks like silk) and chunky rings shaped like bats and skulls and coffins and wow, Eddie's fingers are kind of long.

Thankfully, Steve is saved from his mind wandering too far by Eddie shoving the covered plate into his hands. It's a familiar motion, and Steve almost laughs at it. "Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says, letting his fingers brush across the back of Steve's hands before pulling away. "Anyway, Wayne baked more last night before communing with some spirits. He made too many eye of newt brownies, and I thought you'd enjoy them."

Steve blinks, looking down at the plate in his hands. "Eye of newt?" he asks, curiously lifting the tin foil to see perfectly normal-looking brownies inside.

"Yeah, they're to die for," Eddie says, his grin widening as he pushes off the mailbox and leaves Steve with a plate of brownies and a confusing feeling in his chest.

Two~

"She likes meatballs."

Steve blinks, staring at the concerningly large Venus Fly Trap in El's hands. Behind her, Eddie is smirking at him, holding his sister's shoulders and giving Steve an expectant look as El holds the flower pot out to him. The pot itself is also concerningly large for how she's holding it, and Steve can't stop himself from quickly taking the pot so she doesn't strain her back any more than she already has.

He grunts at the sudden weight when she lets go but doesn't drop the pot. Instead, he carefully and gently places it on the ground, silently letting out a breath of relief as the plant sways slightly in the pot, brushing against his hip.

The two had caught Steve when he was getting out of his car, his entire body already feeling heavy from work. His plan had been to go inside, do his best to not fall asleep standing in the shower, make Dustin dinner, and then pass out in bed until his alarm woke him again in the morning.

But instead, El had run over to him the moment he got out of his car, cheeks slightly flushed with excitement as she offered him the plant. Eddie had leisurely followed her over, amusement clear on his face as he watched Steve's brain struggle to catch up.

"Doesn't she eat flies?" Steve asks, looking down at the plant. For some reason, he feels like it's staring back at him.

El shakes her head. "Flies are not big enough. You should feed her one pound of meatballs on Wednesday and Sunday."

Cool. Great. Perfectly normal. It's not like Steve has had a Venus Fly Trap before, so he can't contest that. "Why are you giving her to me?" he asks, tearing his eyes away from the plant to look at El.

"Aunt Morticia took cuttings of her Cleopatra and sent us a few," El says, her tone implying that should be more than enough explanation.

Steve's expression, however, surely says differently. Thankfully, Eddie picks up on it and leans forward over El. "She'll make a great guard plant for you and Dustin, Stevie. Plus, she's almost as good a listener as I am," he explains, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at Steve.

"Oh," Steve says, pointedly ignoring the second part of that explanation. "Does she have a name yet?"

"Nix," El tells him.

"Nix?"

"Yeah. Stevie," Eddie says, pointing at him before pointing to the plant and saying, "Nix. Because you said you like Fleetwood Mac."

Yeah, Steve did say that, but it was in passing, and he didn't think Eddie had actually heard him say it or paid any attention. It was said to Dustin while they were walking to the car, and Eddie had just happened to be sitting on his porch at the time.

But he did pay attention. And now he and El have given Steve and Dustin a plant whose name is a reference to Fleetwood Mac. Steve can't help a smile, suddenly feeling a lot lighter than just ten minutes ago. "Thanks, I know Dustin will love her, too," he says, feeling blinded by the tiny smile from El and the full-on grin from Eddie.

Three~

Nix likes to get sun, but she doesn't like being in the sun for too long. She also doesn't like staying still in the sun; she prefers to be moved around constantly, never staying in one spot for more than a minute if she's particularly patient. She also prefers to go on a sun walk right after eating her pound of meatballs.

These are things Steve learns over the course of three weeks through trial and error that often resulted in Nix snapping shut around his arm whenever he didn't immediately do as she liked. Steve had never heard of a plant having a personality before (especially not such a temperamental one), but he's come to find it endearing. Plus, carrying Nix around the yard does make for an effective workout.

So, on a very hot Sunday at the very end of June, Steve is carrying Nix around his backyard. Her pot is in his arms, sweat is dripping down his back, and Nix is helpfully trying to shade his head from the sun using her...head? Steve actually isn't sure what to call the top part of her. Is it a mouth?

"It's called a lobe."

Steve jumps, his grip on Nix's pot tightening as he whips his head around and sees Eddie crouching on the fence dividing their yards. He isn't even sure how Eddie manages it, considering how narrow the fence is, but he's also stopped trying to figure it out.

"What is?" he asks.

Eddie hops down, walking over to Steve and carefully taking Nix out of his hands. He continues walking around the backyard, and Steve doesn't even question following him. "This," Eddie says, pointing to the top of Nix's head. "This is called a lobe."

"How'd you..."

"You had a curious expression and were looking at Nix."

"You know my curious expression?"

Eddie looks over at Steve, a smile pulling at his lips and his eyes softening some, and Steve suddenly feels like he's drowning in the ocean and floating among the clouds. "I know all your expressions, Stevie," Eddie tells him.

Steve feels seen and terrified and...and utterly under whatever spell Eddie has spent the past few months carefully casting. He doesn't say anything about it, though. Instead, he rather dumbly says, "Oh."

The smile widens, and Steve finds himself wondering not for the first time what it would feel like to run his tongue over Eddie's too-sharp canines. "By the way, I got something for you, Stevie."

Steve blinks, watching as Eddie easily cradles Nix's pot in one arm and reaches into his back pocket. For a brief moment, Steve thinks he's going to pull out his dagger again. Last time, he'd placed it in Steve's hand and very seriously told him, "If you ever see me on the verge of death, take this dagger and stab it through my heart. I'd rather die by your hand than whatever else got to me first." He'd then showed Steve where he kept it, his smile bright despite his words leaving Steve speechless.

Eddie does not, in fact, pull out a dagger. He pulls out a tiny, leatherbound journal. The journal is black like everything else the Munson family owns, and a heart is carefully painted onto the cover with two skulls looking outwards and meeting at the jaws to create the heart's point.

Steve slowly takes the journal, the cover feeling soft under his thumb, and he looks up at Eddie. His confusion is made even stronger when he sees his bashful expression. Eddie uses his free hand to tug on a lock of his hair, habitually hiding his mouth behind it. "I, uh, write music, you know," he says, waiting for Steve to nod once before rushing out in one breath, "I wrote songs for you."

When the words actually register, Steve's eyes widen, and he cracks the journal open to a random page. Eddie's familiar scratchy handwriting crosses the paper. Steve can only just see a line about the arrows of fate and burning stars before Eddie's hand covers the page. "Maybe, uh, maybe read them later."

Steve easily agrees, and Eddie quickly changes the subject. After finishing Nix's walk around the garden, Eddie helps Steve return her to her room and returns himself to his own home. Steve watches Eddie through the window, waiting for him to go inside before opening the journal once more and finding the page Eddie had covered.

i'll throw myself before the arrows of your fate// take all your misfortune as the gift it is// piercing my ribs as you burn brighter than stars// unhindered by the despair i have stolen for myself

Four~

Eddie's hand is warm in Steve's as he leads him up the stairs of the Munson home. The halls are dimly lit by old lanterns whose flames make shadows dance across the walls, and Steve finds them more romantic than creepy. When they reach the attic, Eddie stops at the door. "Okay, some of them don't look like normal bats," he says, turning to look at Steve.

"Are you giving me one of the normal ones?"

Eddie nods once. "Yeah, the demobats are too unpredictable, and the hivemind doesn't help. You wanted one bat, not a swarm."

Steve hums softly, leaning closer and placing his free hand on Eddie's chest, right over his heart. "I would accept a swarm if you gave it to me, babe," he says, smiling reassuringly at Eddie.

His words are rewarded with an arm around his waist, holding him closer like Eddie wants to pull Steve under his skin and hold him in the spaces between his bones. "But I wouldn't get nearly as much attention then, Stevie," he replies, punctuating each word with tiny pecks that begin at his forehead, follow the bridge of his nose, and end on his lips in a lingering kiss.

Steve almost loses himself in it, but he'd rather not get carried away where Wayne or El could catch them. So he begrudgingly pulls away, playfully reaching up and tugging one of Eddie's locks when he pouts. "You know you're dearer to me than all the bats in the world, Eddie. Now, which bat is mine?"

Eddie's pout immediately becomes a grin, and he opens the attic door. It's dark as night in the room, the only lights coming from red eyes staring at them from the ceiling. Eddie keeps his arm around Steve's waist, keeping him close as he shortly whistles three times. A screech sounds from the ceiling, followed by the flapping of wings and a bat flying out to land on Eddie's outstretched arm.

With his foot, Eddie shuts the door as he holds the bat in front of Steve so he can get a better look. The bat is small, no more than three inches, and its nose looks vaguely like an upside-down heart. It tilts its head, studying Steve in return as it shifts on Eddie's hand. "Isn't she cute?" Eddie asks.

Steve smiles and holds his hand out to the bat, a few seconds passing before she moves from Eddie to him. "Yeah, she's really cute," he says as she surveys her new spot. She shifts a few times before pushing off Steve's hand and flying to his shoulder. She settles close to his neck, a warm softness against his skin partially hidden by his hair. And then she chirps, sounding like the squeaking of sneakers on a gym floor.

"She's an African heart-nosed bat," Eddie explains, starting to pull Steve down the stairs again. "They're very territorial, and they mark their territory by singing."

"Is that what she's doing?" Steve asks, raising his free hand to gently brush a finger against her head. She humors the touch for a few seconds before gently nipping his finger, not breaking the skin but clearly getting across that he shouldn't touch her anymore.

"Yep," Eddie says, grinning at Steve. "So, what are you gonna name her?"

Five ~

Hulyet buries herself in Steve's hair as he stares at the floor-length black dress Eddie holds up. She apparently picks up on Steve's confusion and slight concern, decides something is invading their territory, and begins singing aggressively in Eddie's direction.

The sudden squeaks and chirps break Steve out of his confusion, and he can't help a laugh. He reaches up, gently stroking her back to reassure her that everything is fine, and asks Eddie, "What's with the dress?"

"All Hallow's Eve is approaching," Eddie says, "I thought we could go as Dracula and his bride."

"Am I the bride?"

Eddie pauses, looking at the dress for a moment before looking back at Steve. "I haven't figured that out yet," he admits. "If you don't want to be the bride, I don't mind it."

Steve blinks, suddenly realizing this is Eddie trying to plan a couple's costume for Halloween. A familiar warmth floods through him, and he can't help smiling. He studies the dress, coming to the conclusion that he doesn't mind wearing it. For Eddie, of course.

Well, actually, he also thinks it looks hot.

"Okay. Let me try it on," he says, holding out his hands. Eddie lights up, handing over the dress and looking at Steve expectantly.

Well, there goes changing in the bathroom. Steve sighs, feels relieved he wore briefs, and strips down. Hulyet grips tighter to his hair as he moves, chirping once in indignation before settling once more as Steve wiggles his way into the dress.

It's tight, but not overly so. The material hugs curves Steve didn't even know he had, and the neckline plunges between his pecs and stretches into off-shoulder sleeves. The very bottom of the dress flares outward in a spiderweb pattern formed by lace. He takes a few experimental steps, relieved to find his movement isn't too restricted by the dress and fascinated to discover the spiderweb at the bottom stays perfectly spread out.

"How's it look?" Steve asks, turning to Eddie only to find that he'd moved right behind him at some point. He startles, taking a step back and getting his foot caught on the back of the dress. Before he can hit the floor, though, Eddie catches him, arms around his waist and holding him in a dip.

Steve's heart is pounding against his ribs, his breath short as he tightly grips Eddie's jacket collar and tries to ignore Hulyet painfully yanking on his hair. Eddie grins at him and says, "You look enchanting, Stevie. I would have fallen on my knees to worship you if you didn't beat me to the falling part."

Steve snorts and relaxes his grip, sliding his arms around Eddie's neck instead. "How long are you planning to hold me like this?" he asks.

"I could hold you as the world burns to ash around us. Even after we die and have decomposed, our skeletons will still be wrapped around each other, forever locked together."

From anyone else, Steve thinks he would worry about being murdered. But from Eddie, Steve just thinks it's one of the most romantic things he's ever heard, right alongside everything else Eddie has ever said to him. "That sounds perfect," he says, happily smiling into the kiss Eddie gives him.

Plus One~

"Fucking hell, Steve, stop bothering me about this!"

Steve frowns at Dustin, slouching on the couch as he anxiously turns a velvet box over in his hands. Dustin is laid out on the floor with a bowl of cheese puffs, his head resting on Dart's back as the demodog naps. "You're such a supportive brother," Steve says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dustin scoffs and throws a cheese puff at Steve's head. "I was plenty supportive the first fifteen times! Just fucking give him the ring already," Dustin says, returning the stuck-out tongue that Steve sends him before looking down at his phone and typing something. "Dude, it's Eddie. You could give him a used soda can and he'd give it a fucking pedestal in his room."

Okay, yeah, Dustin has a point. That doesn't make Steve any less nervous, though. He forces himself to take a deep breath, pushing down his anxiety long enough to say, "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Literally, when have I ever been wrong, Steve?"

"Shut up."

Dustin flashes a grin just as Eddie's familiar rhythmic knock sounds against the door right before he opens the door. "By the way, I told Eddie to come over so you'd stop bothering me," Dustin tells him, his grin widening as Eddie saunters into the room.

"All right, gremlin," Eddie says, nudging Dustin with his foot, "get out."

As Dustin practically bolts from the room, Dart right on his heels, Steve decides he's going to make zucchini spaghetti for dinner so Dustin is forced to suffer through vegetables.

"So, whatcha got there, Stevie?" Eddie asks, perching on the couch next to Steve and looking pointedly at the box in his hands.

Well, there's no escaping it now.

Steve takes one more deep breath and opens the box. He pulls out the ring inside and presents it to Eddie. It's smaller than the rings he normally wears, but the sterling silver band is engraved with bat wings and an anatomical heart is carved into the garnet on top. A small, almost imperceptible clasp can be found just under the garnet. "I found it at an antique store with El and Max," Steve explains. He hesitates before carefully pushing the clasp to reveal a compartment just beneath the garnet. "It's one of those poison rings."

Eddie is uncharacteristically silent as he takes the ring, carefully shutting the compartment so he can turn it over in his hands. Once he's fully inspected the band and garnet, he pushes on the clasp and studies the size of the compartment. Finally, he slips the ring onto his left ring finger, his sharp canines coming into full view as he grins. "Yes, of course."

"Uh, yes what?"

"You're proposing, and I'm saying yes," Eddie explains, taking Steve's hand and bringing it to his lips. He kisses Steve's palm before lightly dragging his teeth over it, and Steve thinks he shows incredible character growth by not jerking his hand away.

His brain catches up a few seconds later. "Wait, proposing? This wasn't...I just...we've only been dating for three months?"

Eddie hums softly in agreement, sliding Steve's hand to his cheek and leaning into the touch. "I know," he says, "We've shown incredible restraint so far. Most Munsons get married within weeks of meeting their loves."

Honestly, that doesn't surprise Steve at all. Who could resist the Munson charm? Who could say no to the all-consuming devotion that shows no sign of ever fading? Steve's mouth suddenly feels dry. "Right," he mumbles, gently brushing his thumb over Eddie's cheek, "That, um, that's just a little fast, I think."

Eddie's smile doesn't fade one bit. He just nods, his eyes glowing with understanding and love and Steve's weakening resolve practically crumbles when Eddie says, "That's okay, Stevie. As long as I can see you and be near you, I don't care about anything else. You could put a knife through my heart, and I'd thank you for the chance to get a closer look at your eyes."

Steve...Steve is fucking weak. He abandons any idea of maintaining a distance between them, climbing into Eddie's lap and kissing the cheek he isn't holding. "It's not an engagement ring, but...but consider it an engaged-to-be-engaged ring," he says, the words feeling ridiculous as he speaks them.

But that doesn't matter because Eddie practically lights up. "Is that a promise? That we're engaged to be engaged?" he asks.

"Yeah," Steve says, his voice soft, "Just wait at least three more months before you propose, okay?"

Eddie's grin gets even wider, and he presses a searing kiss to Steve's lips, leaving him breathless and light-headed and absolutely sure Eddie is already planning his proposal.

[adventuringblind]

Keep me Close

Past Jules Bianchi x reader, platonic Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: angst

Request: yepyep finally got me some angst things to write

Summary: Charles's new girlfriend can't understand why he's so attached to the reader

Warnings: talks of death, name calling, a table gets flipped

Notes: I definitely didn't cry writing this at one point. Also, no hate to Alex!! I know hardly anything about her, but I know her and Charles are currently together, and it fits the Timeline, so please bear with me.

Masterlist

Your love for Jules was something you find in fairy tales. It was beautiful, and both of you felt connected on a level deeper than anything imaginable.

It started when you were both merely kids. You were six, and he was eight. The two of you had met at the wedding of a mutual friend. Dressed in nice clothing, he'd marched right up to you and claimed to be a knight looking for a princess.

You were inseparable after that. It was like you'd found your soulmate.

When you turned eighteen, Jules had immediately proposed. And when you countered by asking if you were both too young, he said, 'Why waste time when I know I'll love you forever?'"

You'd gotten close with Leclerc family. Specifically with Charles since Jules was named godfather. He spent a great deal of time with you and Jules.

Then 2014. Everyone was sure Jules was going to get a seat with Ferrari. It would be a crime if he didn't.

You remember kissing him, good luck. The last feeling of his lips on your before getting in the car.

You remember telling him to be safe with the rain; that you love him dearly. He replied with his signature wink and an 'I love you more and I always am.'

Then everything stopped. The world seemed to no longer spin. Time refused to move forward as you willed it to go back.

It couldn't be real. There was no way it had happened. You still thought that as you sat at his bedside faithfully for months. There wasn't a world you wanted to live in if it didn't have Jules.

Charles was similarly devastated. He'd lost someone dear to him. The boy spent all his free time sitting with you in the hospital. Even bringing around food that Pascale had made to keep you alive. Something you didn't want to be at that moment.

The bond you'd formed with Charles during this time is hard to explain. There is nothing romantic. He's family despite the age gap not being that large.

He was, and is still, family. You'd promised to still take care of him despite the loss of Jules, and he promised to do the same in his stead.

The start of the 2024bseason brings on an interesting turn of events. Charles had split with his girlfriend before the new year and is now with his new girlfriend Alex.

You like her. She's very sweet as far as you've been told. But there is something there that makes you worry. You just blame the fact that you want the best for Charles.

The first time you met her was at a family dinner. Charles brought Alex with him to introduce her to everyone.

You were actually the first person he introduced her to. You felt honored, but there was something behind her eyes that you couldn't quite pinpoint. But you kept it to yourself and made friendly conversation.

The next time you saw her was when she dropped by the Leclerc family home unannounced. The position she caught you in wasn't a bad one, but it probably didn't look good to her.

Charles had a rough race in Monaco, as per usual, and was laying with his head in your lap while you ran fingers through his hair. It's the same thing Jules had done when Charles was a child after a bad Karting race.

Alex definitely didn't look pleased with you. But she managed to put kn a smile and say hello.

It was awkward. Especially after Charles and her went into another room because you could hear them talking in hushed whispers.

Your fingers find the chain with your wedding ring on it. Your lips press against the cold metal as you hold the ring to your mouth. "I hope I'm doing this right, Jules. It's hard without you here."

The last time you saw Alex was at a birthday party. Your birthday party. Something you don't like having after Jules because he was the one who always made the day special.

Charles is a stubborn man though and decided it was necessary. Partly because this is his way of remembering that you are alive and with them, but it also gives him and excuse to drink and dance.

It wasn't anything massive. Or at least - not a massive as it could have been. There were a good number of people crowded into your Monaco home. The food is good, and the music is better. It definitely felt like a party Jules would have dragged you to in your youth.

It's not long until Charles appears at the door with Alex in tow. He comes to you, and you embrace him as usual. The smile on his face makes everything worth it. despite having to deal with a party for a few hours.

Pierre also finds you and starts up conversation. The three of you fail to notice the fourth becoming increasingly agitated.

A loud crashing sound pulls all of their attention. Alex flipped over the table in her agitation and is now sending chills down your spine with the look on her face.

"Why are you so determined to be some kind of homewrecker! Why can't you just stop being a creep to Charles and let us live in peace!" She screams. It hits your mind like a shadow. The world fades away, and your thoughts are filled with the doubts you have daily.

Tears fill your eyes, and your body goes rigid. "I'm Charles' godmother. Y/N Bianchi. I am no homewrecker." You choke.

Charles and Pierre take a protective step in front of you. "Get out!" Charles' voice drips with venom. Alex looks stunned. She doesn't move even as Charles shouts at her. "Nobody gets to speak like that to my family! Get out!"

Then she runs. Avoiding the gazes of disapproval.

Charles spins around and places his hands on your shoulders. His eyes scanning your face to assess the damage.

"I'm so sorry that happened. You're amazing. Always have been. And anyone who says differently is a fucking asshole."

Even through the tears, she smiles. Jules couldn't have left her in better hands.

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (7) - Save Me

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 3.4k

-Help me tonight, I'm closer to the edge tonight, I'm standin' on the ledge-

Wednesday had a vision, that much you figured out, and it made you worried. Every single time she had a vision it was something violent from the past or the present, related to what she touched. And this time she touched you.

You dreaded it.

The mere idea that Wednesday could touch you and see the one time you nearly lost control was terrifying, even if she likely wouldn’t see an issue in it. That night, that storm, it was a blur in your mind, all you knew was that when you regained some control there were your claw marks on the wall of your room. But no one was hurt, and no one even saw your beast form, they heard it though, and they refused to get anywhere near you for weeks after hearing it.

“Do you need a moment?” you asked as you stepped out of Wednesday’s immediate personal space. You missed the cold of her skin, it was nice, a contrast to your constant warmth. You were a raiju, you always had lightning coursing through your body, keeping you warm regardless of the weather.

Wednesday remained silent, but you could somewhat read her by now, she did need a moment. Between whatever she saw and frankly an intense dance you couldn’t blame her.

“I’m fine,” she denied it, and you were left accepting her decision.

The two of you continued dancing, though in a much tamer way now, just going along with the music, in Wednesday’s own way of course. That intensity of the first dance simmered down and while you still felt like her gaze pierced through your soul there was also something there you couldn’t quite decipher. As if she was struggling with something deep down and you had no idea what it was. The vision? The dance itself? You’d likely never know.

Eventually, not too long before the night would come to a close, the two of you separated and you went to catch some air in the pentagon. Drinks were out of the question; they weren’t fit for you. You found Galpin outside, looking like he was sulking by the tree in the middle of the pentagon.

Yeah, you weren’t getting close to him, there was water there…

“Why aren’t you with Wednesday?” he asked, completely unprompted when he noticed you.

You frowned at that and leaned back against one of the pillars. “Why aren’t you with your date, whoever that is?” you didn’t care, at the same time, you really didn’t feel like explaining yourself to him.

“She looked…” Galpin paused as he looked into the distance, sulking somberly. “like being with you didn’t bother her.”

If it was said about anyone else, it likely would have been a bad thing, after all saying your date didn’t look bothered by being with you wasn’t much of a compliment. But this was Wednesday, and her not being bothered by being with someone was probably as good as it could get.

“I think I caught her smiling when you couldn’t see her face,” now that was difficult to believe.

“Jealousy is making you see things, Galpin,” you grinned a bit, still, it was a nice thought, that you could, at least somewhat, be responsible for Wednesday Addams smiling. You certainly wished that was the case, but, again, you were talking about Wednesday.

He didn’t deny his jealousy, he just huffed and went back inside. You remained there for a bit longer, taking in the fresh air. It didn’t feel like there’d be a storm tonight, you could relax. You could enjoy being Wednesday’s date for the rest of the night and then sleep the exhaustion off. With a bit of a goofy smile on your face you went back inside, and just in time as well, as the DJ called everyone to the dance floor one last time. Your eyes found Wednesday and the two of you met in the middle of the crowd as ‘Physical’ began playing.

You were just about to start dancing, hoping to get one last dance with Wednesday when you felt it. A single drop landed on your right shoulder, the liquid soaking through your button-up shirt and connecting with your skin.

You looked up, frozen in shock as red liquid began pouring down on you and everyone and everything around you. Red paint mixed with water, and that made it even worse as it stuck to your skin.

You couldn’t get away.

At this point, it didn’t even matter.

The other students were screaming, panicking, and running outside, some due to the paint, some due to you being there, some simply due to others around them doing the same. The screams were too much, too loud, yet distant at the same time, the overwhelming scent of paint made you lose focus as it caused a headache you’d remember for a long time.

It was too much; you couldn’t contain it. You dropped down to your knees, barely holding the lightning in.  Wednesday and Enid were still near you; Wednesday was right in front of you. Red sparks surrounded you, traveling through the paint on the floor. Much to your relief, you didn’t hear anyone screaming out of pain. The voltage was still too low and it dispersed enough for no one to get hurt. You closed your eyes as tightly as you could and repeatedly punched the floor, frustrated by the pain and sensory overload you were feeling.

“Y/N,” you heard Wednesday’s voice, you were vaguely aware of her kneeling down in front of you as you cried out.

“Stay away!” you yelled, begging internally for anyone to take Wednesday away, because she wouldn’t stand back, she’d welcome the danger, unaware of how little control over yourself you’d have if you shifted

“Wednesday you need to get away! She can’t control it!” you never thought you’d be happy to hear Thornhill’s voice.

You dared to open your left eye and look, hoping to see Wednesday being pulled away from you. Instead you saw Wednesday’s head snapping back as she had another vision. You couldn’t consider what that meant, or who she touched, you just clenched your fists as the colors around you began losing their brightness, as the world became more muted and fear engulfed your entire being.

“Eugene is in the woods, he’s in danger!” Wednesday suddenly said and you could have sworn you saw conflict on her paint covered face as she looked between you and the doors.

Through the panic and confusion, you saw your opportunity. “Go! Go and help him!” you shouted at her, your eyes meeting, you weren’t even considering the fact that you were basically sending her into an equally dangerous situation. “Wednesday go! You can’t do anything for me!” you just wanted her to stay away from you, to not be anywhere near if you shifted into your beast form.

A violent burst of lightning broke the staring contest between you and her and you dropped down, your hands clutching at the sides of your head as a bolt of lightning hit the table and the scent of burnt cloth overpowered the smell of paint just for a couple of moments.

“Go, I’ll handle Y/N,” you heard Weems’ voice, filled with caution and panic.

“You better,” that seemed to get Wednesday to move. Well, at least now it was just you and Weems.

“You need to let it happen, Y/N. Just shift and this all ends,” Weems, for the first time in four years you spent at Nevermore actually encouraged you to shift.

“No!” you refused, you had no idea if you could control it and you were not about to find out when you could hurt so many people.

For a moment the principal touched you and then pulled her hand back as if burnt. Considering how much lightning was coursing through you, she likely was burnt. “You’ll only hurt yourself If you don’t shift,” she gently argued, as if you weren’t aware of that.

Could you do it? Could you trust yourself to stay in control? “I can’t, just let me discharge!” you’d do it, if only Weems wasn’t there, everything was ruined anyway, if you discharged here the additional damage wouldn’t be as bad.

Weems sighed and backed away from you. “Fine, but keep it as contained as you can,” she agreed and stepped outside.

With no one around you, you gave in, letting the lightning burst through. It was a violent dance of destruction, as red as the pain beneath you. The tables closest to you cracked, the glasses shattered, the decorations caught on fire, the yeti melted in a burst of heat as even more water surrounded you, and as more water surrounded you the lightning got stronger, making the steam rise up. You had no idea how long the discharge lasted, or the extent of the damage, or even if you damaged the actual building, you just let it all out, all the built up electricity you’ve been holding in.

The words ‘give in’ echoed in your head as the lightning settled down and the colors returned to the world around you. You didn’t give in, you weren’t going to give in, for as long as you could you’d find ways to not shift.

You managed to get back up, albeit on shaky feet, the burst of lightning dried up the paint and it would be a pain in the ass to wash it off, but that was still better than the alternative option. You stumbled outside and stopped when you saw Weems. “I’m going upstairs,” you muttered, feeling exhausted yet still buzzing with lightning, even after all that you still didn’t discharge all of your energy. All of the exhaustion was physical, as far as the reserves of electricity and lightning went, you figured you depleted about half of it.

Weems nodded, and you couldn’t help but notice that she was hiding her left hand. As cruel as it was a part of you thought that she should have known better than to touch you.

~X~

It should have been her.

Wednesday Addams did not feel regret. She firmly believed people had no right to complain about the consequences of their actions, thus regret itself was meaningless. She made several choices tonight, and each of those choices would haunt her for the foreseeable future, but she wouldn’t dare regret them.

Realizing what the right choice was, however, was a different story. And the right choice was to take you along and go with Eugene. None of this would have happened if she did that, that’s what Wednesday thought as she stood near your bed and watched you. Your body would twitch occasionally, she guessed lightning was the cause of those involuntary movements.

It should have been her.

If Wednesday decided to go with Eugene, and if you were there, you wouldn’t have gotten paint all over you, and you more than likely would have protected Eugene. And if you protected Eugene he wouldn’t be fighting for his life, as he was doing right now. So, yes, Wednesday did, in fact, make a horrible mistake in judgment and she was tortured by it, plagued by it as she was constantly reminded of it by simply looking at you.

She’d be reminded of it every time she stepped outside and glanced in the direction of the hall Rave’N was held in, as even now, in the middle of the night, she could see the lightning marks on the walls, she could see the cracked gargoyle statue above the entrance to the hall and she’d see that until someone fixed it.

She should have been in the woods, alone, because this was her investigation.

You, on the other hand, would see it long after that, because even Wednesday understood how much you despised the idea of not having control over your lightning.

Another part of her wished she was there to see it, to see that wild and untamable lightning spiraling out of control.

“W-Wednesday?” you blinked several times, your voice stopping her train of thought. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, completely honest. After all, she really was fine. “Eugene is in critical condition. The monster attacked him,” she stated as she turned around.

Your reaction was immediate, and though she didn’t see it, she heard you throwing the covers off and jumping to your feet. “What?! What about you? Did the monster attack you?!” the sound of you stumbling back and abruptly sitting back down nearly made Wednesday turn back around. You got up too quickly, and as exhausted as you were you got dizzy.

“It was gone by the time I reached him,” she replied, making her way to her part of the room. Seeing the pitiful state you were in was only making the guilt she felt even stronger.

“Damn it,” she still heard you cursing as she stood in front of the window and stared outside. Enid would come out soon and then Wednesday could get the paint off her skin. “How are you feeling?” your question took her by surprise and she looked up to see you leaning sideways against the wall so you could stay on your feet. “The paint, and the allergy,” you clarified.

Wednesday didn’t feel good, especially since she, in her glee over thinking it was blood and not aware of what was happening to you, tasted the paint. Normally she wouldn’t mind feeling bad, but her allergy wasn’t her preferred cause of discomfort. It was still much better than what Eugene was going through, so in her mind she didn’t deserve a reprieve from the allergic reaction. “Do not concern yourself with me,” she replied.

“That won’t help Eugene,” you said, stumbling over to Wednesday with a white towel and a bottle of water, distilled water she guessed. You soaked the towel and held it out to her, but she refused to take it. You might believe it wouldn’t help Eugene, but she didn’t intend to help Eugene, she intended to bear with the consequences of her actions.

She should have been the one fighting for her life.

“Wednesday,” you sighed, and she guessed exhaustion made you forget about self-preservation because the very next moment you were taking Wednesday’s hand and cleaning the paint off of it.

As she watched the towel turn red Wednesday guessed this was a form of torture as well, So, she allowed it. She allowed you to clean her hands, she remained silent as you went back to your part of the room and took another towel, she remained perfectly still when you brought that towel up to her face. “Eugene will be fine, he’s a strong kid,” you whispered, so softly it made Wednesday feel sick. “It’s the monster’s fault,” you pulled away, not daring to push her further, you were already more than bold for touching her hands and face.

“It should have been me,” she firmly stated, leaving no room for arguments as she allowed you to hear what she felt. There, by the window, with just the two of you, somehow she felt like she could just come out and say it.

You shook your head. “It shouldn’t have been anyone,” but you were wrong.

She chose to get involved, and her actions had consequences, only, this time, the wrong person paid the price.

When Enid came out of the bathroom she found the two of you still by the window, just standing there in silence. Wednesday felt nauseous, but you being there, somehow made her feel less guilty. You being there calmed her down, prevented her from spiraling deeper into that thought, that it should have been her, and she couldn't understand why you had that effect on her.

She still inched a bit closer to you, and somehow, the warmth radiating from your body didn't bother her in a bad way. It bothered her, but in a way that she didn't mind.

~X~

The week after the Rave’N was… uneventful. Eugene was in a coma, but he’d make a full recovery, and you, well, the students avoided you like a plague. Most understood the damage you caused wasn’t intentional, but, much like how one wouldn’t risk looking at gorgon’s snakes, they wouldn’t risk being close to you either.

Enid had to pull you away from the damaged wall several times, as you’d just sit and stare at it, wondering if there was anything you could have done to stop it. You were just thankful no one got hurt.

You supposed you should be grateful for small mercies.

And now there was a parents’ weekend and you should have been happy, but you really wished your father would show up this year. You wanted to talk to him, to ask him what to do, how to better control yourself. Your mom tried, she really did, but there wasn’t much she could tell you, simply not being a raiju was enough to make her unable to help you. And being a normie made it even more impossible for her to do anything other than offer her unconditional love and support.

“Y/N!” and she did just that, rushing to hug you the moment she stepped outside the taxi. “I missed you so much!” she held you close, pouring all of her love for you into that hug.

“I missed you too, mom,” you relaxed in an instant, and it felt like everything was perfectly fine, like nothing could ever go wrong as long as you knew she’d be on your side. The soft scent of her perfume, the warmth and softness of her coat, the way she soothed you by rubbing circles over your back. You closed your eyes, burning the moment into your memory.

“Your principal told me what happened, don’t worry about it, okay? I called Elijah, he’ll come as soon as he can,” she whispered, reassuring you and surprising you at the same time.

You pulled back a bit, watching her with wide eyes. “Dad is coming?” you couldn’t help but ask.

She nodded, smiling softly. “I couldn’t let him slack off when you need him,” she ruffled your hair a bit. “We’ll figure it all out, as a family,” and you believed her.

“Come on, let’s go to the shed,” you grinned, taking her hand and leading her to your own personal place. She was more than accepting of you being a raiju, she knew what she was getting into when she fell in love with your dad, but she still felt more comfortable when it was just her and you. Besides, you could properly catch up, and she’d only stay for a few hours, so the shed was truly the best option.

The shed, as you called it, was well, a shed. A small wooden building you cleaned and fixed up and used as storage and club spot. The shelves were filled with old electronic devices, from cameras, to computers, to blenders and coffee machines, and then there were different pieces from different devices. Enid once told you that, if you were given time and motivation you could create an electronic monstrosity and set it free on the town.

As if you needed to create one.

“So, Enid told me you have a crush,” you nearly tripped over nothing when your mom said that.

“I do not! Wednesday is just a friend damn it!” you shouted, and maybe you were willing to admit Wednesday may have an effect on you, as you caught yourself thinking about ways to get even with Enid for this.

“I never you had a crush on Wednesday,” your mom’s teasing grin would haunt you tonight…

“You don’t have to. I know what Enid thinks,” you grumbled as you sat on the chair and slumped back with your arms crossed over your chest. “The gossip queen of Nevermore.”

Your mom's laughter quickly filled the shed and you couldn't help but join in. "I may have a bit of a crush on her, but, that's... I don't think she's interested in that," even if she did allow you to do a lot of things you never thought Wednesday would allow anyone.

"Being a raiju doesn't mean you won't find the right person," your mom said softly.

You groaned at that. "Come on! Leave me alone!" you whined, not really wanting to open that can of worms. "Besides, it's not being a raiju, it's just Wednesday being Wednesday," hell, you dared to think being a raiju was a plus in Wednesday's book.

A/N: Well, technically speaking we are halfway through the season, and by my calculations we are roughly eight chapters away from the Season 1 finale. Just figured I could say that. Thanks for reading, see you next time!

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02: Don't Blame Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: just lando being in love

a/n: Hello my loves! I hope everyone had a nice Christmas!! Just to say it: I'm reading ACOTAR and I swear I'm in love :) so yeah, I obviously had to add something about it. And yes, they place they will be staying looks kinda like Velaris!

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Sitting on an airplane, no matter if it's a commercial fight or in a private jet, with a couple, will always be tedious. 

And sitting in front of Harry and Eloise during the flight is like injecting a dose of self torture. Watching how he holds her, wrapping his arm around her is just a little tease of what I will be witnessing this whole week, watching how.he kisses her and how they cuddle because of the cold weather.

“Lando said he will go to the airport to pick us up” Harry said, making me nod and sigh. 

“That's so nice for him!” Eloise smiled. “Isn't it, Violet?”

“Mhm” I hummed, looking out the window.

It's not the first time something like this has happened. It feels like Eloise is trying to set me up with him, to make me look that he's a gentleman and someone I could be with. 

Maybe she knows that I like Harry? 

I focus back on my book, the one of many that came anonymously to my door. I just don't know who is the one that sends it, but it feels like that person knows me so well because it's the one I wanted.

“Oh? When did you get that book?” Eloise asked surprised when she saw it. “It was the secret admirer?”

“Secret admirer?” Harry asked, confused. “What?”

“Yeah! Every two weeks she receives a package with a book on it” Eloise explained. “She even receives her favorite book with different editions and languages”

“Oh, really?” Harry frowned, looking at me.

“You saw it” I said. 

“But I thought it was a collection you made by yourself, not because a creepy stalker is sending them to you” he frowned, looking away. “So stupid, and the fact that you welcome those gifs make it worse”

I frown looking at him. Stupid? 

“Well, I think it's cute” Eloise argued, making Harry scoff. “It's for sure someone that pays attention to her and wants to make her happy”

Something I don't like about Harry is how little attention he paid to me since he started dating Eloise. We were friends before he started dating her, we respect each other and never hide things. But somehow, he changed. He changed the way he talked to me, it only took him a few months to change his behavior. 

The moment the plane landed I got up first, grabbing my bag and the coat. I heard Harry sigh heavily, getting up and walking behind me.

I saw the flight attendants taking our suitcases out of the hold and I walked towards my suitcase, going towards the car I recognized as Lando's.

“Hey- oh” Landon said, getting out of the car but I immediately got inside of it after putting my suitcase in the trunk. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing” I sighed. “Just Harry being an idiot”

“The usual, then” he nodded, making me sigh. “That’s nothing new, I guess”

I sighed, looking back at the book in my hands, thinking that Harry would be right, maybe. Maybe it is something creepy, having someone that keeps sending me books and gifts, someone that knows my address. Should I be concerned? One thing is having a secret admirer at school that leaves little love notes on your backpack, and another thing is having someone that sends you books to your apartment’s front door.

“Nice book” I heard Lando say, looking at the book on my lap.

“O-oh, thanks… it's new” I nodded. 

He smiled and nodded, looking back at Harry and Eloise sitting on the backseats, and he started to drive.

“The house is really nice. Max, Pietra and I arrived this morning” Lando started to say. “It has really nice views”

“Where are Pietra and Max now, by the way?” Harry asked, frowning.

“Buying groceries and going to the ski shop to rent our equipment for the week” Lando answered. “I made them a list so if you want to add things…”

He gave us his phone with Max's chat open, messages of what he has to buy were written on it. I looked at the list, but what really got my attention were three things.

-Coffee (the mocha one)

-Ginger cookies

-Marshmallow bears

Those are things I like. How did he know that? Maybe it was Eloise who told him.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked me.

“No, no. It's alright” I nodded, passing the phone to Eloise.

I looked back at the book, frowning. This was exactly the book I wanted, one I have been talking about for a while with Eloise. Maybe she is the one that gifted it to me? And the other books? But why didn't she say anything? Why send them anonymously?

I looked back at her, how her hand was held by Harry's while looking at the groceries, resting her head on his shoulder.

God, I wish that was me. I wish he paid me as much attention as he pays to her. I wish I never introduced her to him.

I wish… 

The way to the house Lando rented was beautiful, showing an amazing snowy landscape with trees and the roofs of the houses covered with a white blanket. The chimneys of the houses were working, making sure to keep the house warm. And not far away, a mountain. It was a perfect picture, just how I imagined that city in the book I was reading.

“Wait until you see the views of your room” I heard Lando say. 

I looked at him and smiled nodding, looking back at the road and humming softly the song the radio was playing.

Every time she smiles my heart jumps. That’s what being in love feels like, I guess.

Arriving at the rented house I hear Eloise and Violet gasp, making Harry and me laugh. It wasn’t too big, but spacious. The porch of the house had a table with a few chairs, somewhere where you can sit and have a hot drink while looking at the ski zone next to the house. It has been snowing since this morning, so now the roof was covered in snow, but that didn’t mean that the interior of the house wasn’t warm.

“It’s a nice one, Lando” I heard Violet say behind me after she grabbed her suitcase from the back of the car. “This time you’ve outdone yourself”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” I laughed softly, watching her walk away carefully, trying to fall because of the snow. “I'll go pick up Max and Pietra, just get comfortable in the house”

Only a few minutes later I saw Violet walking out of the house, with her hands making tight fists and her jaw clenched.

“I'm going with you” she said, making me frown. “Don't give me that look! You and I both know what those two will do once they get inside their room”

“Oh, yeah” I nodded, laughing softly. 

I drove away, with her sitting on the passenger seat next to me. I heard her hum softly the music, watching outside the window.

Something I like about her is how simple she is, the way she can be happy with little and simple things. How something like snow falling can change her mood in a matter of seconds, or how a song she likes that is playing on the radio makes her sing under her breath.

Violet Sinclair is someone you definitely fall in love with the first time you see her, it's impossible to not love her. Everytime she walks in a room all eyes go to her, at least mine. The way her perfume hypnotizes me when she walks by or when she's close to me is something I never knew I could experience in my life. 

How can Harry be so cruel with her? How can he not love her? Why would he prefer Eloise before Violet? Why can't she see the way he is with her? Why can't she see that I love her?

Everytime I have her close to me it is like having a little taste of heaven.

“Did you see your room?” I asked, breaking the silence that fell between us.

“Yeah” she nodded. “You were right, the view from my room is perfect”

“I'm glad you like it” I smile. “I left that room for you, mine is actually at the other way of the house”

“Why? You came first, you had every right to pick the room you want”

“Because I know how much you love winter and snow” I said looking at her, and in that moment I saw her blush. “And I know how similar is this place with the one of your books”

I know her like the palm of my hand. And it might sound stupid, or delusional, or even creepy, but this week I want to show her how much I love her. 

I want to make her forget Harry.

When we arrived to the market where I left Pietra and Max I parked the car so I could help them to get all the things on the back of the car, making Violet wait inside the car.

“What did you do to make her come with you?” Max asked, surprised.

“Nothing, actually” I sighed. “I think it was Harry himself”

“God, that idiot…”

Everyone sees the way he treats Violet. Well, everyone except Eloise and Violet. And it just makes me feel worse, because it looks like she is under a spell that blinds her and doesn't make her see how he really is.

“I wonder at which moment he started to be an asshole with her” Pietra sighed. “She doesn't deserve to be treated like that”

“No, not at all…” I sighed.

When we went back to the house all of us walked with the bags in our hands inside of it. Harry and Eloise were out of sight, but the noises upstairs gave us an idea of what they were doing.

“How can they be so disgusting?” Max groaned, taking the things out of the bags and putting them on the cabinets.

“Let them be…” Violet sighed.

Why does she keep defending him? Why does she have to be in love with him and not with me?

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# Taste - Yan!Mike Schmidt x F!Reader

♡ ... › Everything about you was perfect. Someday, he hopes you see yourself the way he does.

— Words - 600+

♡ ... › Warning(s) - Mentions of a previous drugging. Slight physical harm. Mike’s a bit of a perv.

— A/N - Something short I wrote to get a feel for writing again. Enjoy <3

Mike brushes away the few strands that flowed onto her face and then gently pinches those strands as if he were memorizing the texture and length to memory. He’s learned so much in the time you’ve worked under him yet somehow he had no idea about the way your hair reacted when twirled, or how feathery soft the ends were when pressed against the pads of his fingers. Ingraining the memory of your hair may have been insignificant to most, but to him it was a part of the many reasons why he found himself smitten with you.

There’s so much more to you and it's killing him inside that he’s only able to grasp what’s presented to him on the surface. Like a butterfly hit with a particularly strong breeze your eyelids flutter open. Those beautiful and glossy eyes of yours perceiving him through a sleep-induced haze that you tried to shake away with a few toss and turns of your head. Upon the groan you let slip Mike instinctively grabbed ahold of your chin, keeping your gaze on him and from wondering elsewhere.

“Hey, take it easy, there’s no rush.” As always you were stubborn. He could tell you still weren’t completely deprived of your will by the way you attempted to free your chin. But Mike’s always been someone who’s had to adapt – his willingness to compromise outmatching any of your stubborn fits you still liked to display. “I said, take it easy.” His grip became vice-like and that’s what got you to settle. You still appeared trapped in delusions, an Alice running from the world she brought upon herself.

This was your fault, after all. And much like Alice, you have no one but to blame but yourself. 

“If you move around so much you’ll probably give yourself an even worse headache.” To emphasize his point he began harshly shaking your head back and forth, only regretting it when your attention left him in favor of screwing your eyelids shut. You groaned out a quiet plea, wanting him to stop so he did. “What? Isn’t that what you wanted?” You opted to sniffle out a barely concealed sob instead of speaking. That was fine with him though, he didn’t need you to say anything to understand what you felt or thought about something. He believes he knows you well enough to be able to make these translations himself. “Doesn’t feel so nice, does it?” He flicked your chin away and stood up, feeling a drop of water land on his head and the distant echo of traffic from outside the house. His basement wasn’t the most ideal place for him to house you in but with everything you’ve done it’s the place you’re most deserving of. 

“I’ll be back after work.” He told her apologetically. The constant shifts of emotions he went through was enough to give anyone whiplash. “If Abby tells me you’ve been loud then I won’t hesitate to muzzle you. Is that what you want to happen, Y/n?” At his inquiry you squirmed, shaking your head in denial and then stopping right after. Mike smiled, pleased with how quickly you were adapting. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t. So let’s not make this drugging thing a habit anymore, okay?” He didn’t like having to do these sorts of things but if his hand was forced then what else was he supposed to do? 

You graced him with one last look of acknowledgement before seemingly drifting back off into your little wonderland. Mike couldn’t help himself and immediately knelt back down, cupping your face in his hand and swiping his thumb against the droplet of water you produced. Mike brought that same thumb to his lips, his tongue wrapping around his fingers and his lungs contracting as he sucked the taste of you off himself. You were perfect. And the way you tasted proved that fact tenfold. 

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8:34 PM

in hindsight, there’s no other person you can blame for your current heartbreak but yourself.

if only…

if only you were honest, maybe things would have gone differently.

if only you were honest to yourself and to the people around you, maybe you wouldn’t have to sit through this dinner with a forced smile while you watch suna rintarou hold hands with a girl who isn’t you.

DENY

you’ve always liked suna rintarou. your sister knew it, your friends outside of volleyball club knew it. hell, you reckon that even your parents knew it.

yet you always deny, deny, deny. especially to your close friends and neighbors, atsumu and osamu. you’ve known the twins since you were all children and have seen how they fell in love with volleyball; they even managed to recruit you as a manager for their volleyball team once you all entered inarizaki high.

it goes to say, you ended up becoming friends with the then new-to-town suna rintarou. the twins always made it a point to tease you to him but you were the maser of denial.

sometimes, you think you’re even able to deny to yourself that you like suna as more than just a friend.

that is, until hani nakamura entered the picture.

she was a grade younger, known for her intellect and beauty. even boys from other schools wait for her outside of inarizaki’s gates in the hopes of getting to know her. you’ve managed to befriend her when you both got seats in the student council during your sophomore year.

she’s a sweet person. president of her class, eldest daughter in the family, and a part of the youth council at church. it’s a running joke in the student council how she must have more than 24 hours in a day to be able to manage everything she’s involved in.

you genuinely liked her nice personality and almost everyone will agree that finding something to dislike about hani nakamura is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

“do you like someone, y/n-senpai?” she asked you one afternoon as you’re both leaving the student council room. she wasn’t in a hurry like usual days, the thursday afternoon free for her while you were running late for the volleyball club’s practice.

“that’s random!” you replied as you avoided her gaze.

“neither of the twins?” she curiously asked.

you made fake vomiting sounds. “ew, no, they’re like my brothers.”

“sorry,” she immediately said before sighing. “i’m just curious, that’s all. i mean, you being the manager of a group of athletic boys… how is it? how haven’t you developed a crush on any of them?”

the curiosity in her voice made you giggle a little. “who said i haven’t developed a crush on any of them?”

at that, hani’s face lit up. “really? who?”

and before you could think any further, you said, “you’re free this afternoon, right? why don’t you come to the gym with me?”

8:40 PM

“so,” atsumu begins with a sly smile, his face already reddening from the alcohol he’s been consuming even before the food was served. “when did it all start?”

the couple in question exchange a look and you can’t help but notice how the other people at the table coo over the action.

“she made the move first.” “he made the move first.”

suna and hani laugh after realizing what they said at the same time, earning teasing remarks from the table.

“fucking shit, suna rintarou!” atsumu suddenly yells. “stop looking like that at nakamura. you look so goddamn whipped.”

suna only rolls his eyes as he brings their intertwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of hani’s hand. “if you’re envious, just close your eyes, atsumu.”

another round of laughter.

“but seriously,” aran steers the conversation back on track. “how did it all begin?”

hani dons that sweet smile of her. “it’s all thanks to one person.”

and then you feel eyes on you as suna finishes the girl’s sentence. “yeah, thanks for bringing her to our practice that afternoon, y/n.”

LIE

“it’s number 10, right?” hani said as you both walked home after the practice ended.

you nearly tripped on your steps as you gave her a shocked look. “w-what?”

“the one you have a crush on.”

was it that obvious? you wanted to ask her but instead said, “the one i had a crush on. that was soooo last year.”

“oh. why did you stop liking him?”

you shook your head. “just because.”

“because?”

a shrug. “i don’t think it’s wise for the volleyball club manager to date one of the members. what if we fight? it can ruin the team’s dynamics.”

8:45 PM

“you know what surprises me more than the fact that you’re dating nakamura?” ginjima says as he reaches for another stick of barbecue. “it’s the fact that as it turns out, you’re interested in dating, after all.”

a murmur of agreement from the other team members. suna suppresses a roll of his eyes. “did i ever give off the energy that i’m not interested in dating?”

“yes,” one of the freshmen answers a little too quickly, making everyone laugh with the exception of you. sure, other times you would have let out a few giggles as well but a bad feeling was stirring in your stomach, having a guess on which direction the conversation is heading.

“ah, i can’t actually blame you. i mean, we mostly see each other in the gym and court where there are no potential love interests to be seen.”

you feel osamu shoot a quick glance at your direction as you try your best to stop the frown from forming on your face.

as if the night couldn’t get even worse.

not only did suna announce he’s dating one of your friends, but he also confirmed the thing you’ve been trying not to think of all this time: for the past two years as friends, you often wondered why suna never dated anyone and never acted on the small hints and opportunities you’ve been dropping ever since you realized you liked him as more than just a friend. you concluded that maybe, romance is the least of his priorities.

but his answer just now, and the fact that he’s proudly holding hands with hani in front of the team, splashes the ice cold truth on you: it’s not that he wasn’t interested in dating; it’s just that he wasn’t interested in dating you.

suddenly, you feel like leaving dinner. your mind scrambles to find an excuse to leave but all you can think of is: suna is holding hani’s hand. suna who acts as if he cares about nothing is holding hands with a girl in front of the whole volleyball team. suna is dating hani. suna’s heart belongs to a girl who isn’t you.

and it’s suffocating. you want to at least go to the rest room but you’re glued to your seat, as if the heavy feeling in your chest has planted you on the spot with no chance of moving.

instead, more thoughts flood your mind: what if you had been honest with yourself earlier? what if you never denied to the twins that you like suna? would they have made a way for suna to see you in a different light? what if you were honest instead to hani and didn’t tell her that you no longer liked suna? would she have had second thoughts about dating him? what if you had tried to be as perfect as–

“y/n,” osamu’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. you look to your right and see him standing next to your seat. “you look unwell. do you want me to drive you home?”

8:59 PM

“i won’t ask anything but you can cry now. i’ll just drive and let you be.”

you close your eyes and let the tears fall. silent, at first, until choked up sobs escape your lips and your body is shaking and you try not to curl in onto yourself but your chest physically hurts that you mindlessly lift your knees to your chest and cry and cry and cry and cry because you know you’ll never be able to call suna rintarou “yours” despite your heart only belonging to him.

part two

[spoiled-slutt]

Helo hello! Soso I have a request.. can I have a Ayano x fem chubby reader?? I think Ayano would kill literally anyone who makes fun of reader <3

♡ Teddy Bear ♡

You are my teddy bear..

A/N: AHH I LOVE THAT IDEA. TYSM FOR THAT 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Ayano Aishi × Shy!Chubby!Fem reader!!

Characters aged up to 18+ (Senior Year)

CW: Blood, Knife play, Sub & Dom, Killing (its Ayano Aishi 🙄), Sub Reader, Dom Ayano

SFW

I think Ayano would absolutely kill someone if they messed with you for your looks

She would figure out a way. After she got with you, she would make them like a suicide.

She loves you. Every single part of you is perfect to her

And if anyone tries to talk you down and tell you you're not?

Let's just say you won't be seeing that person anymore.

Ayano is BIG on PDA. She LOVES to show you off. Cause you make her actually feel something. She doesn't want to ever let go of you

When you're talking to somebody, she always comes up and holds your hand or holds your waste or just lays her arm around your neck

You're the person who made her feel normal! To make her feel feelings. She wants to show you off to the world

One time. A bully was messing with you. Drew all over your desk. Calling you names when you walked by. And Ayano could tell it was seriously bothering you. Since you always wanted to hang out in close places. So she was able to convince Info-Chan to give her the address of the bullies and lit their houses on fire. You felt bad, but she convinced you that karma was only coming after then after what they did to you

She definitely loves to lay on you. She hugs to so much. You're a Teddy Bear to her

Your nickname is Teddy Bear. She just thinks it fits you so much. You're sweet. Beautiful. Amazing. Caring.

Unlike her mother. After she killed all the rivals. You actually like her from the beginning. You liked how she was quiet and kept to herself. You sometimes caught her staring at you and you smiled

You were in Ayano's house since she called you over, begging for you to be by her side for the 10th time this week. But you don't mind and so dosent you mother (means your mother gets the house all to her herself. She is also happy you found someone). You were making lunch. Just a little something that didn't take long. And you knew Ayano would love it (she loves anything you cook). You felt someone hug you from behind. You jumped slightly and then realized it was Ayano. You smiled. She kissed your neck and face. "Yes, Love?" You said,"Smells yummy..." she said, looking at the food. "It's just a little something," you said as you took it off the stove. "You done,,,?" She asked. You nodded and felt her grab your arm. She dragged you to her room, throwing you on the bed. You had to have the most confused face, but you soon felt her crawl onto you, hugging you. You smiled softly. Her face in your chest and your arm around her. You saw your phone start to scroll on it as she cuddled onto you. You looked down at herm she had a smile plastered on her face. This is what she wanted. And she was so happy

NSFW

She definitely punishes you if you ever talk to someone to long or you wear something inappropriate

She loves to tease you. In public she sometimes would rub your thighs and squeeze on them

If you were feeling insecure she would put your mind at rest while giving you slowly sex

"Shhh.. it's ok, my dear.." Ayano said softly as she brought the knife to Your leg, slowly digging it into your plush skin. You squirm at the cold feeling at the knife. "What? Isn't this what you wanted..? You dress up so nice for your interview.. tsk. I know those men were looking at you, " She said as she dragged the knife closer to your neck. Your breathing was uneven as you felt the blade on your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she smiled at you. "I don't blame them, though.." she said as she brought her other hand to your inner thigh. She felt you move your hips closer to her hand. "Stop." You immediately stopped staying still as the blade she placed on your neck had more pressure. She kissed your forehead as she began to rub your clit through your clothes. You let out a quiet moan as she places the knife on your thigh. She went closer to your ear. Her breath was fanning over it as she whispered in your ear. "I'll make sure they know who you belong to.."

That was the night you had her name carved into your thigh. It's faint now but you can still see her name there

Ayano slowly thrusted her fingers and out of your soaking cunt "That's a good girl.." she praised you as you moaned out her name. "So pretty.." she whispered. She leaned forwards catching your swollen lips to connect to hers. You tasted intoxicating. So sweet. So delicious. She wanted to keep you under her forever. She pulled away while looking at you. She smiled. "You're a masterpiece, my dear.." she spoke. Tears screamed down your face, your hair messed up in a frezzy mess, your neck and body littered to the brim with marks, and your swollen clit that is making your legs shake. You looked stunning. She did this. She made you feel this good. And she wanted everybody to know.

She loved your body so much

It's an understament actually.

She loved your body so much

Your rolls. Your thighs. Your tits. Your plush face. You're like a masterpiece for her skinny body

She loves how your tits bounce as she forces you to ride her strap. She loves seeing the tears fall from your eyes. Them running down your round red face. Her holding on your thighs and hips helping her give you the best pleasure you've ever had. OMGGG

She loves her teddy bear<3

[adaelines]

Jealousy, A Bitter Drink.

once again its 4am and im posting smut! yay!

vash the stampede x reader

warnings for vash alien genitalia, reader being jealous, sub whiny vash my favourite! in the back alley behind a inn so Techically public but you dont get caught or anything! you shove your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet.

You were nearly at your wits end. 

Vash hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, but when the entire gang decides to go out drinking after finally arriving at an inn and he’s spending all his attention on someone else, you can’t help but feel unease. You trust him with your entire heart, with everything you are, you know he would never do anything, but you can’t help the jealousy that simmers in your chest everytime you look over and see him laughing at what the girl obviously flirting with him says. 

It’s almost too much, and if the glare you’re fixing them both with doesn’t alert them, you don’t know what else will. You could always approach, kindly let her know Vash is taken, and talk with him yourself but.. You don’t want Vash to think you don’t trust him, that you think he can’t handle himself. So you sit and stew in your bitter feelings, hand around your drink tightening, and you swear on any gods out there if she gets even the tiniest bit closer, you’re gonna go over there and throw the glass at her. You’re sitting with Meryl, Wolfwood, and Milly, but you haven’t paid attention to them at all since Vash went to get you both drinks and didn’t return. Awfully rude of hi, you thought with a pout, keeping you waiting for a girl? Maybe there would be a better way to deal with this, a better way to get back his attention, one that doesn’t involve violence that he so deeply hates. 

So with a smile and a quiet laugh, you tell the three people you’re sitting with you’ll go and collect your rowdy lover and your drinks, and hope that they don’t see the devious plan brewing behind your eyes. You give them a smile and a wave, and they’re quick to go back to arguing about whatever they were before you interrupted. Picking up your glass, you walk over to Vash and the girl with a smile. One you know Vash will be able to tell is fake, but not the girl you’re about to steal him from. Well, it’s not your fault, she stole his attention first and Vash needs reminding just who he belongs to. 

The walk over to him was brisk, and when you gently place a hand on his arm and tell him you need to speak to him privately, outside, he immediately knew he was in trouble. Vash gave the girl a sheepish smile and then followed his lover, laughing with nerves, but directly on your heels. You led him outside, around the back of the inn where you were staying, and gave him an innocent smile. You wouldn’t be disturbed here at least, as long as Vash could be quiet, and he wasn’t known for being quiet. 

‘’You took an awfully long time with our drinks, Vash, distracted?’’ The innocent smile remained on your face as you spoke to him, stepping closer and crowding him against the wall behind. 

‘’A-ah,’’ Vash stuttered, his face quickly flushing. He knew you well enough to tell when an innocent smile was not so, and whilst he realised what had happened, he still flashed you a bashful smile., ‘’I’m so sorry! I know i was getting you a drink but… but someone started talking to me, i didn’t want to just ignore them!’’ 

You knew what he was like, knew that sometimes he was too nice for his own good, and the actual worry nipping at your brain quickly left. You’d still have your fun with him, still mess around with him, but you knew sometimes he was just too good, and you never could actually blame him for that. It was just one of the many reasons you loved him, and you could never ever be mad at him for something that was just so incredible about him. With a devious smile, you pressed your hand against his chest, gently moving it up until you took a hold of his jaw. You made sure to linger around the places you knew he was sensitive, the places you knew would cause a hitch in his breath and the flush on his cheeks to spread. Trailing kisses from his lips to his ear, you took the lobe between your teeth, before quietly whispering directly in his ear.

‘’You’ll have to be quiet, sweetheart. Don’t want to get us kicked out when we finally found a nice inn for us… you remember your safe-word, yeah?’’ 

At Vash’s high pitch whimper, you couldn’t help but pull away and coo at him. His cheeks were flushed a dark red, his eyes wide and mouth wobbly. You really couldn’t help but tease him, he was just too cute sometimes.

‘’Aw, baby, that’s all I need to mention to get you worked up? Aren’t you a needy thing? Let me take care of you Vash, I still have to remind you who you belong to..’’

With a wicked smile and one last kiss pressed to his lips, you trailed kisses down his neck. Listening to his whines, his quiet moans and just the simplest of kisses, you really couldn’t wait to listen to him trying to keep himself together. You continued, moving down his chest, until you had to sink onto your knees to keep going. Vash whimpered again at the sight, leaning his head back and closing his eyes tightly. Simply looking at you was enough for him to feel the slick between his legs, feel his cock twitch from where it sat between his lips inside of him, and he gently moved one shaky hand to brush the hair away from your face. You always got to him so quickly, with a few simple words and touches he would be completely under your spell, completely willing and wanting. He’d do anything for you if you simply asked, and it showed in just how he was looking at you when he opened his eyes, full of nerves, anxiety, but above that full of absolute adoration and lust. 

Slowly, gently, you began at the buttons on his pants. You wanted to take your time with him, as much as you could behind a dingy old inn, with kisses pressed against the wiry blonde hair that lead from below his belly button to the top of his pants. The way you looked up at him between your eyelashes was almost too much for him, his legs already beginning to shake where he was standing. His quiet whimpers of ‘’please, please, can’t wait anymore…’’ caused you to smile against his happy trail, letting out a quiet laugh. You gently hooked your fingers into the band of his pants and underwear, tugging them down just enough to have access to his slick petal-like folds. You knew it usually took some encouragement for his cock to come out, encouragement you were more than happy to provide. 

‘’Please, please, fuck, i need you so bad…’’’ Vash whined quietly, his head banging against the wall when he threw it back and bared his neck to you. You used your hands to shove his knees apart, causing him to squeak, giving you more room to move between his legs. He looked utterly debauched at the moment. Shirt riding up his stomach, the kiss and bite marks you had previously left on show, his stomach and chest littered in purple bruises and teeth indentations. His face was so flushed you would be worried he had a fever if you weren’t on your knees in front of him, and his expression was so desperate, so lewd and full of wanton need, you wanted to make him beg for hours until he lost his voice and had to explain just why even talking made his throat hurt. 

‘’It’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll take care of you..’’ You leant forward slowly, teasingly, pressing a kiss against his folds. One of your hands came up to gently rub the spot where his lips met, eyes staring up at him the entire time. You wanted to see every reaction, every little whimper and shudder, anything. Using your fingers to spread his folds, you pressed licks against his hole, as deep as you could reach with your other hand gripping onto his thigh so tight you were sure he’d have bruises, sure he’d be feeling you for days. He gave you a quick warning, a rushed ‘’ohmygodimsosorryitscomingout’’, before you pulled back and gently pressed a kiss to where his hip bone jutted out. His cock, lighter than his skin and as pretty as you would expect from a Plant, appeared from between his folds, and you immediately grinned up at him. He had no reason to be embarrassed, he was truly gorgeous, and deliciously sensitive.You couldn’t wait to get your hands, your lips, your anything on him. Even the cold air against him made him shudder, a shaky hand coming from against the wall to tangle itself in your hair. 

Wrapping your hand around his shaft, even that slight pressure was enough to make a very loud whine come from him, you leant forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. You gave him a grin when he struggled to keep himself together, told him to lean forward, and when he did, you shoved your fingers in his mouth. You had to keep him quiet somehow, had to make sure he didn’t make too much of a mess and you always did love having him suck on your fingers. The grin on your face never faded, not as Vash somehow became even more flustered, or as he let out the loudest moan yet. You knew from experience that his teeth were much sharper than those of a human, sharp enough to easily cut skin, but you didn’t care if you ended up with rings of teeth shaped cuts around the bottom of your fingers. Anything was worth it to see the look on his face as he swirled his tongue around your fingers, eyes lidded and full of desperation. He always shut up quickly with your fingers in his mouth, always immediately became the obedient boy he truly was.

‘’What a good boy,’’ you hummed, ‘’My good boy, keep quiet, yeah? I’m not stopping till you’re begging me to.’’

And when he desperately nodded around your fingers, you leaned forward, taking his tip into your mouth. You had to stop a grin at the noise he let out, muffled by your fingers, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Vash was always so pretty like this. Always so gorgeous when he’d take anything you gave him, willing to submit to anything you wanted to do. As you slowly lowered your mouth, taking him as deep as you could, his legs almost gave out from under him. If it wasn’t for your other hand wrapped around his thigh, keeping him stable and as close as physically possible, you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up on the floor. You grinned around his cock, best as you possibly could, and as your nose was buried in the wiry blond hair at the base, you shoved your fingers as deep as you possibly could in your position. The noise he let out was gorgeous, a loud moan broken by a choke, and when you hummed around his length the whine he let out sounded more like a sob. 

‘’Mmnmclose… fuckfuckfuck…’’ Even around your fingers you could make out what he was trying to say, merely doubling your effort to make him cum. He always was so pretty when he got close, even more desperate and whiny. Even if it was hard on your throat to take him to the base, straining and almost making you choke, it was worth it for the look on his face. Was worth it for the way he whined your name around your fingers, the way he clenched his eye shut and nearly doubled over you. You let out as close to a laugh as you could with his cock down your throat, swallowing around him. Anything for the extra pressure, anything that would increase his whines and tip him just over the edge. Even as you gagged on him, eyes watering and hand around his thigh tightening, you pushed even more. His moans made it worth it, made it easy, and you only pulled away when the hand in your hair gripped tightly, his teeth bearing down on your fingers.

Even as the pain makes you wince, even as you feel your skin break and blood enter Vash’s mouth, even as he cums in yours, you don’t pull back. Not until he whines loudly around your fingers that he's cumming, he's cumming, please don’t stop! Not until you feel his cum down your throat, only ever pulling away when you feel as if you can’t breathe, you swallow as much as you can and grin up at him, making a show of it. Anything not in your mouth is on your face, and Vash slumps quickly. You pull your hand out of his mouth to support him as he slides down the wall to sit half in your lap, half on the floor, and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. To tell him just how good he was for you, how he made you so proud. He spits the blood out of his mouth, giving you a wonky grin, and you laugh loudly at how funny he looks with the remaining blood and flush on his cheeks. You wipe the cum on your face with your shirt, deciding to worry about the stain later, and you press your lips to his.

‘’You okay?’’ Your voice is quiet, raspy from the strain on your throat, and you pull Vash as close to you as you possibly can. Maybe an alley behind the inn isn’t the best place to cuddle, but you can’t bring yourself to care when Vash is in your arms, when you're offering him comforting words and gentle kisses. In response to you, he nuzzles into your chest, a bright dopey grin on his face. 

‘’As good as one can be after uh, finishing, in your mouth!’’ Even in the afterglow he never fails to make you laugh, make you so happy you don’t even focus on the pain in your throat, and you give him the deepest, most passionate kiss you can muster. He deserves it after what you put him through, and he reciprocates quick, wrapping his arms around you as tight as he can and smiling into the kiss.  As you hear Meryl shouting for you both loudly, followed by a comment from Wolfwood that makes her even louder, you smile back into the kiss. You know Vash will get you back, and you can’t wait for him to even try.

[esmedelacroix]

"I hate it when you lie"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"I hate the way you're always right," ← previous part

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Miguel had been working later nights than usual. When you asked him about it he said that the recruits had him busy with getting them assimilated in the Spider Society.

You were missing him during the day and were surprisingly on your writing schedule. So you decided to pay him a visit and give him the opportunity to see his beautiful wife.

After saying hi to everyone and giving the book club a teaser of your upcoming book. You finally went to Miguel's office after hearing he was back from a mission you never would have thought you would see Justine with him there playing nurse.

When Miguel saw you walk in he immediately sat up and his face lightened up. "Hi baby," he sighed as he gestured for Justine to stop working on the cut across his chest.

"Hi," you replied, giving him a strained smile.

"Justine, I can take it from here if you want to get something to eat," you said.

"Ugh, whatever," she hissed, stomping away and rolling her eyes.

"Thank you for being nice, I'm sorry about her behavior," he said as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your waist.

"Yeah," you breathed out as you picked up some gauze for his cut.

"What's wrong mami?" Miguel asked, his hands sliding down to your hips.

"I just miss you, I hate to see you get hurt all the time. I worry about you," you admitted.

"Ay cariño, take a seat please, talk to me," he cooed as he pulled the chair that Justine had been sitting in previously. He took both of your hands in his and patiently waited for you to speak.

"Miguel, I've just been missing you, I promise that's all," you assured.

"Okay, promise me nothing else is wrong?" he asked.

"Promise," you said as he kissed your forehead.

"How about you get home and I'll get done with work here and we can watch a movie together," he suggested.

"That sounds great," you replied, trying not to smile too hard. You were so happy that he would be coming home earlier.

. . .

It had been 3 hours and 4 text messages since you got home from Spider Society and Miguel still wasn't home. You had popcorn setup that was now cold and stale and drinks that were finished off by you when you realized 5 minutes into midnight that he wasn't coming home on time.

He would probably creep in at 2 am and apologize in the morning like he did after every missed date. You could blame him; he was probably in another universe saving the world. But he never really had an issue with you calling him on missions they were usually pretty easy for him.

So you called him and he picked up after a while of letting it ring. "Hi cariño, I'm so sorry I wasn't keeping track of time," he apologized. Small sniffles and giggles could be heard faintly on the other end of the line.

"That's okay, are you working on something?" you asked as you put snacks away with him on the speaker.

"Yeah, it randomly got kind of busy," he replied. Another sniffle could be heard.

"Hey this might sound weird but are you with someone right now?" you asked. Long silence on his end.

"No," he replied. Long silence on your end.

"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," you said. You hung up a bit too fast, cutting him off.

. . .

Why would he lie if he wasn't doing something wrong? You asked yourself as you got in your sheets and scrolled on your phone before bed. You got a notification from Hobie. He sent you a story on Instagram. Justine's story. Justine's story of her playing video games in Miguel's office, with his arm in the corner of the photo.

. . .

next part → "I hate it when you make me laugh,"

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taglist: @lilscast @lazyjellyfish300 @safixiovi @saaaaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiiiiiira @aktenati @straw-berry-ghoul @vera4luv

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You're just so cute!

Part 2

Strawhats x Affectionate! Reader

Can be read romantically or platonically(except for Chopper! He is platonic.)

Enies Lobby mentions for Robin, but nothing spoiler worthy.

Characters: Chopper, Robin, Franky, and Brook

CHOPPER

We already know how he is with compliments😭

Will insult anyone who does

He just gets sooo embarrased.

But that doesn't mean anything to you.

So he has to get his A game on.

"You have Luffy's smartness!" "You are even more unfunny than Brooks jokes" "How are you more of a crybaby than Franky?"

"You smell worse than Zoro." "You're eyes are creepier than Robins!" "Why does Nami has less anger issues than you?!"

Ends up insulting the whole crew just to get you to knock it off.

But these attacks don't work so he stops them(Nami, Franky, and Usopp get mad at him for dragging them.)

He will never get used to them fully. But you can praise him without him immediately insulting you.

Once in a blue moon he might just accept it.

But that is rare.

Feels happy when you notice things others do not.

He likes praises from you as much as from Robin.

ROBIN

She is an enigma.

You cannot tell how she takes it.

She always gives the same response: a gentle smile and a thank you.

That is the extent you witness

But her head is always going haywire

Before Enies lobby she feels like you wouldn't be saying this if you knew her backstory.

She doesn't blame you, just can't believe it is actually genuine out of insecurity.

After enies lobby, at first she might think you don't again mean it because it might be out of sympathy.

But she realizes quickly that it is truthful.

She genuinely appreciates every compliment you give her after that realization.

Like Nami, she loves when you praise her character because being known as a demon child and evil since the age of 8 does wonders on ones self esteem.

She will still think she is somewhat undeserving, but her confidence and self esteem build up over time.

She will reciprocate any praise back.

When she doesn't actively try to compliment you, the praise is beautiful.

But when she is actively trying, they come off as kind of creepy.

Think Ishigami noticing Chika's Shampoo.

She will act exactly like Ishigami if you say that it is creepy(but say she wants to die in her head.)

Do not blame her she is trying!

FRANKY

Lets be real. He is the complimentor of the strawhats.

You can't compete where you can't compare.

When you start your complimenting campaign, he takes it as a competition.

If you praise someone, he comesback with two. If you point something out no one else noticed in your crewmate, he actually noticed first because he raised them, taught them to read, and gave birth to them.

You two always get into compliment battles. You say he is cool, well you are not just cool but awesome. If you think he is the best shipwright, well now you are the most SUPER best (crew job) in the world!

You just yell at each other, but instead of insults, it is just nice things. Nami has to threaten you two to shut up.

Yall get stares if you do this in public

You get annoyed with his antics, so you curate a plan to get him to stop.

We all know he can be a bit of a crier(he just has a lot of feelings.)

So you keep track of why he cries everytime, trying to find a pattern.

You find his weakspot.

"Franky, you are honestly such a good peeaon. I wish you were my older brother. You'd be the best brother in the world."

Cue water works.

He cannot respond to you other than a thank you and a weak compliment back.

But it is clear to anyone that you won.

This doesn't stop any compliment battles though.

BROOK

Other than Luffy, he is the only one that doesn't reject the praise at first for some reason.

From the jump is chill about it and appreciates it.

This makes it easier for you.

But you have to put up with so many jokes.

I'm sorry I cannot do skeleton jokes, so I got these off of google

"Wow you are always so calm Brook!" "That's because nothing gets under my skin! YOHOHOHOHOOOOO!!!"

"You can play any type of music! Wow!" "But not church music." "Why not?" "Because I have not Organs! Yohoho!"

😐

Listen, i never said you won't have ANY difficulties.

He isn't as insecure as others but it still makes his self esteem better.

The praise makes him more confident in himself.

After being alone for so long, he deserves all the praise

He shows off his musical skills to you a lot kore than anyone else since who doesn't want to hear thet are the Shit.

[onceuponastory]

play with fire - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Y/N finds herself watching the street performance of a man who likes to play with fire... and she's about to realise that she does, too. Pairing: Stuntman/StreetPerformer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Bucky doing stunts and playing with both knives and fire. There's a few mentions of the possibility for injury but nothing happens. Reader's friend kinda sucks in this. Also Bucky being a flirt. If I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: It's the last weekend of the Edinburgh Fringe festival, and I've seen a few street performers whenever I've been there, so I decided to make Bucky one too! ;)

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

“Pick a card, any card!” The magician calls out, walking around the crowd that has gathered around him. Y/N watches from her position a few rows back, intrigued by the show. In the past week, there've been several street performers performing in the city, and Y/N has tried her best to make it to as many as she can.

“Come on.” Her friend Iris groans, and Y/N registers her placing her arm on hers to drag her away. 

“Hey, I’m watching this!” Y/N protests, and Iris huffs.

“We’ll miss our lunch reservation if you don’t move.” Another yank on her arm. “I don’t understand all the fuss. It’s just some magic tricks, nothing too special.” She says, ignoring the few dirty looks thrown her way, and Y/N’s hastily mumbled apologies.

“Hey, be nice! It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there and perform in front of everyone." As the yanking on her arm continues, Y/N decides some battles are better off being lost… that and she’s starving, so food probably is the best choice. Yet as her friend leads her away, she can’t help but throw one last glance at the street performer, feeling disappointed to miss out on his show. Sure, Iris thinks they’re nothing more than a waste of time, but Y/N loves watching or listening to them. It adds more excitement to her day, something fun to do or watch, rather than window shopping. “Who knows, maybe I’ll take it up one day. I think I could be good.” Her words are mostly a joke, but honestly, sometimes Y/N does wish she was bold enough to do something like that. To put herself out there and perform without fear of how people would react to her. 

“Yeah, sure you would. I don’t think you’ve ever taken a risk in your life.” Iris rolls her eyes. At first, she seems to joke along with her, but Y/N soon picks up on the condescending tone lacing her words. Her heart sinks, and she reflexively folds her arms across her chest. Honestly, despite the bitter concoction of disappointment and anger flowing through her veins, Y/N knows she only has herself to blame for this. After all, she’s not sure why she expected anything else. Iris is one of her oldest friends, but god, she can be a bitch when she wants to be. Which seems to be a lot, actually. Honestly, she wouldn’t have reacted any other way.

But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

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A few hours later, Y/N walks around the streets again, alone this time. The sun beats down on her, warming her skin and elevating her cheerful mood. Iris left not long after they finished lunch, saying something about an appointment. Honestly, Y/N had stopped listening by that point. That’s not to say Y/N’s a horrible person who ignores her friends, but there’s only so many times you can deal with someone’s awful attitude before tuning it out completely. At least now she’s alone, she can do what she wants. 

As she turns a corner, she spots another crowd has formed, and the sound of rock music soon fills the air. Excitement pools in her stomach, and she smiles. Another street performer. Her brow raised in curiosity, Y/N heads over to the throng of people, making her way towards the front. And immediately, she’s confronted by the sight of a man balancing on a precariously thin ladder that faces the crowd. As he manoeuvres himself along the crowd, despite how high off the ground he is, and the way the ladder seems to wobble every second, the man seems unfazed, and continues to chat to the crowd as if nothing is out of the ordinary, and that this is nothing more than a simple magic trick. Y/N watches him, her heart racing. Whether it’s because of excitement or fear, she doesn’t know.

“Okay kids. Don’t try this at home, alright?” He explains with a grin, pulling out three knives. The crowd gasps, and Y/N’s mouth drops open. To everyone’s surprise, the man juggles them with ease, remaining on the ladder with nothing to hold him up. Y/N watches his every move, transfixed. This is definitely more exciting than any act she’s ever seen before. As he approaches her, his gaze seems to meet hers, and he grins, winking. And something in Y/N’s stomach flutters. Something she’s sure isn’t caused by the excitement of the act this time.

“Did he just… wink at me? No… that’s crazy.” But before she can dwell too much on it, the man has moved on. 

“Now, juggling knives whilst balancing on a ladder seems pretty insane….” When the man jumps down from the ladder, landing with a ‘thump’ on the ground, Y/N finds herself breathing a sigh of relief, happy to see the man is on safer ground. But as soon as the sigh has even left her lips, her brow is furrowed in confusion. 

Why would she care so much about a man she’s never met? One whose job it is to live dangerously?

“And you’re right, it is. But I thought… Where's the fun in that? Surely we can make it more dangerous, right?” The crowd cheers, and the man brings out more things to juggle with. Suddenly, the song changes, and the sound of My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy begins. And once more, Y/N registers her heartbeat increasing.

“Now for the fun part.” He calls, before taking out a lighter and lighting one end of each stick. The crowd gasps, and the man smirks, clearly enjoying their reaction. “May I have a volunteer from the audience?” Before anyone can even reply, he’s turned around and is looking right at her once again. And this time, there’s no confusion if his glance is actually for her. The closer he gets, she realises one of his arms is metal, the gold and black combination glistening in the steady glow of the fire. His other arm is full of tattoos, various colours and designs covering every inch of skin. A pair of silvery blue eyes, rimmed with the slightest bit of black eyeliner, soon meets hers. As soon as he sees her, the man grins. And something familiar in Y/N’s stomach flutters, this time even more than it did before.

“Oh god, he’s gorgeous.”

“Miss, can you please confirm for the crowd that this is real fire?” As he holds one out towards her, Y/N feels the heat radiating from the flames. It rises through her, making her cheeks burn. She laughs, breathlessly. 

Or maybe the heat is just because of the incredibly attractive guy in front of her, who’s still staring curiously at her.

“Yeah, all real.” She nods. The man smirks, sending her heart into a frenzy once again.

“Good girl.” The words almost make her fall to her knees, but somehow she holds herself together. “I might need you again, so don’t move, okay?” He winks, and she nods, the words she needs suddenly caught in her throat. And then he’s gone, the fire little more than a whisper in the wind. As the man starts juggling the fire, Y/N can barely find it in herself to pay attention. All she can do is think about the gorgeous man in front of her, the way he smiled at her, and how it made her feel. 

“Surely it’s just part of the act. He’s not flirting with me.” She tells herself. “But would it be so bad if he was?” Before she can even think of something else, he jogs back up to her again, grinning and breathless.

“Turns out I do need you.” He takes her hand, leading her into the centre of the circle of people. As she sees all the faces staring back at her, Y/N considers pulling out and going back to just being an innocent bystander. After all, she said it herself. She wishes she was bold enough to put herself out there in front of a crowd. And then Iris’ words fill her mind again. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever taken a risk in your life.” This time, though, it’s only anger that flows through her veins. Because how dare she say that about her? How the hell does she know how good she is? Maybe she would be great at this. And if she isn’t, then so what? What’s the worst that could happen? The man approaches her again, smiling that damn smile and whispering. 

“You’re a star.” Maybe there’s a reason he chose her the first time. Perhaps he sensed her desire to be more, to prove everyone wrong. And he’s just given her the perfect opportunity to do it. And she’s going to take it. 

It’s time to live a little, and learn how to play with fire.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay folks, Y/N here is going to help me for the last phase of the set.” He picks up the knives from before, running the edge of one along his finger. “I’m going to juggle this fire, and whilst I do that… Y/N is going to throw these to me for me to juggle, too.” The crowd gasps, and Y/N raises a brow. Turns out when she asked what the worst thing that could happen was, potentially throwing a knife into a crowd of people was not what she thought of. “Don’t worry. We’ll both be fine. I trust you.” He whispers, another wink thrown her way. Y/N decides to stop asking whether it’s because he genuinely has feelings for her, or if he’s simply trying to put her at ease. Although, regardless of his intention, his winks are still making her feel incredible.

And besides, isn't the whole point of this to live dangerously?

He starts juggling, and with every nod of his head, Y/N throws him a knife. At first, she’s obviously nervous, not wanting to hurt the incredibly talented and attractive performer, or anyone else. However, he catches it with ease, adding it to the other things he’s juggling. “Told you.” He mouths when he notices the tremendous sigh of relief she lets out. As the surrounding crowd applauds, Y/N stands up a little straighter, pride flowing through her. This is much more fun than she expected.

She throws the other knives to him, beaming as he catches them and adds them to his growing juggling pile. He juggles them for a few more minutes before bringing his routine to an end. The crowd bursts into thunderous applause, and the man grins. “Ladies and gentlemen, my lovely assistant Y/N!” He grins. “Go on, take a bow.” He prompts, and she does. “My name is Bucky Barnes. Thank you so much for coming along to see me today!  Feel free to leave me a tip or share my socials.”

“Bucky. That’s not the name I expected, but… it’s nice. It suits him.”

The crowd disperses then, some leaving tips, others congratulating him on his show as they leave. And soon, it dwindles down til it’s almost her and Bucky. But then, the realisation hits her, like being doused in an ice-cold shower after the fire she’s just experienced. After today, she might never see him again. A sense of unfairness hits her then, twisting her stomach. It’s almost like another douse of cold water. No. This isn't right. She may have only met him today, but she had so much fun with him, and she’s not ready to say goodbye yet. 

But how is she going to tell him that?

As Bucky finishes packing away his things, Y/N places some money in his tip jar.

“Thanks.” He appears from behind her suddenly, the sound of his voice almost making her jump. “And thank you for helping me out today.”

“No, thank you!” she corrects him. “It was nice to get a little confidence boost and prove people wrong.” She regrets her admission almost immediately, especially when Bucky raises a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Thankfully though, he doesn’t mention it any further, and instead grabs his bags.

“Do you need a hand carrying anything?” She asks, in an attempt to savour every last moment she can have with him. So when he shakes his head, she’s disappointed. However, for a moment she swears she notices a look of disappointment flash across Bucky’s face. And hope begins to build. Maybe he’s not ready to say goodbye yet either?

“Hey Y/N…” he begins, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve um.” He stammers. She almost wants to laugh at how someone who lives so dangerously every day could be so terrified at the prospect of talking to her, someone so thoroughly uninteresting, all things considered. “I’ve got some free time now. Do you wanna grab a drink?”

“Yeah.” she says without even thinking about it. “That sounds wonderful.”

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BloodLust. Ticci Toby x Fem. Reader

Chapter Two.

MINORS DNI 18+

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD!

[Y/N] -> Your Name. | Word count : 4872

MASTERLIST !!

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"And how close would you say you were to Anne?"

You shuffled in your seat, clenching your jaw and feeling uncomfortable altogether as whole. Not only had you witnessed Anne's dead body, you were now a prime suspect in this investigation and there was nothing worse than being blamed for something you hadn't done. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair and giving a soft shrug. The chair beneath you was cold and hard, the table in front of you was the same. You weren't handcuffed, which was something you was seriously thankful for, but the light within this room seemed brighter than necessary. The investigator in front of you was in his mid fifties, white hair and a wrinkled forehead. He wore a suit, real professional looking.

"You aren't in trouble, kid," it was weird that he addressed you like that, like he felt guilty that you were part of this mess. He sighed and rubbed his temple. "You're just a witness, alright? Anything you might know will help us in this investigation." You pursed your lips. That's right, there was something you knew and yet there was an urge that you shouldn't even whisper it. The envelope, what she said to you. Shaking your head, you gave another shrug.

"We weren't that close. She was nice, friendly, I think she helped me moved some stuff in when I first came this way. Anne had arguments a lot, with someone or herself, I don't know. You could hear it late at night and sometimes it became unbearable, but the next morning when you saw her, she was fine with smiles and such." You looked down, it hit you that she was dead. She died alone, disfigured and suddenly you clasped a hand over your mouth and felt soft tears flow down your cheeks. "Oh, god.." you mumbled, feeling uneasy knowing that you had been smelling her for months. "I didn't know what a body smelt like, I thought maybe it was her fridge, you know?" The investigator sighed and pulled out a packet of tissues from his breast pocket before pulling one out and handing it to you. "Here," he said with a soft smile, welcoming and warm, kinda like a grandpa. He sure looked like one. Giving him a soft smile, you didn't decline before taking the tissue and wiping your eyes. "Does her family know?" you asked finally after a couple beats of silence. The investigator didn't seem to bare good news, that was evident by the expression across his face. He wasn't going to give away such information like that, this was an active investigation and he didn't want you to run off to the press to talk about the case. His face gave you enough information and slowly, you gave a nod.

Anne always seemed alone but she seemed happy, the night you saw her was genuinely the first time she seemed frightened and now you were contemplating whether or not to feel frightened too. The investigator sat back and that disturbed you from your thoughts as you looked up at him. "Your mom is outside," he said in a gentle voice and immediately, you wished he hadn't spoke at all. It made sense as to why she was here at the station, but you needed to gather your thoughts and having her here right now wasn't going to help you much. With a heavy sigh, you nodded.

The interview felt as if it only lasted an hour and as the chair scraped back and you stood from the table, you shot another look at the investigator. Should you mention the envelope now? Or what Anne had said to you. "Do I get to know a funeral date?" you asked, which now seemed like a stupid question. The investigator gave a weary smile, he didn't have the answer and it was obvious by the look in his eyes. You nodded, his eyes said enough and you returned a warm smile. As you approached the door, his voice broke the silence.

"Be safe, alright? Maybe stay at your moms." You took in his words but you wouldn't comply to them, staying back at your moms house felt like hell itself and you really didn't want to deal with her more than you had to when you left the room. "Thanks," you replied before opening the door.

The hall to the station was long and occasionally a cop here and there would pass. You glanced down the corridor to see the entrance before turning to walk down it. They awoke you pretty early morning for questioning and upon entering, they took all your belongings so your empty pockets felt a little alien right now. As you got your wallet and phone back, you could already see your mom in reception and you mentally prepared yourself to speak to her. Stepping out, your mom raised her head at the sound of the door opening and jumped to her feet. Your dad was there too, sat beside her reading a newspaper that looked as if it was dated for yesterday. That didn't bother him, it looked like he didn't want to be here in the first place and a part of you didn't blame him.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you alright?" your mom already began with questions as she clasped her hands against your cheeks. You pulled away, avoiding her gaze. "I'm fine, just tired. It's been a weird night." Your mom pursed her lips, her face was laced with worry and she turned to her husband to motion for him to get up and comfort you in one way or another. He glanced up from the newspaper and set it down before standing, giving you an awkward nod. "You should be careful." Was all he said, it was better than nothing but your mom didn't seem so pleased. She shot him a glare before turning back to you again. "We'll drive you back to ours, stay with us, until this all blows over." Blows over, she says that as if a person, your neighbour hadn't just died and you shook your head in disappointment. You had no choice but be in the same car with them, the cops did escort you here to begin with and unless you wanted to blow out more dollars on a cab, it just wasn't worth it. "Can you just drive me back to mine, I'll be fine, I just wanna get some sleep," you admitted, your mom went to argue but she opened her mouth and just closed it. She could tell by your weary look that you weren't in the mood for an argument but her stubbornness got the better of her. "No, no, no, no, you are coming back with us." You sighed, you really were not in the mood for an argument. "I'm actually looking after someone's dog right now, I gotta get back to make sure it's okay." You lied through your teeth but it was anything to avoid just staying at your moms. Her brows twisted, like she was conflicted between believing you or pushing your excuse under the rug but she soon enough gave in with a frustrated sigh. She turned to your dad and gave him a nod and that was a clear enough sign.

The drive back was quiet, how you preferred it really and it seemed the neither of them didn't have any questions. Maybe it was too fresh you just assumed, they'll bombard you with questions when she was buried and the investigation was called off. As they pulled up outside your apartment complex, you glanced out the window and noticed crowds. "Oh great, the press, really, you should just come back with us," your mom broke the silence in a desperate urge, a plea to try and convince you but you were already one foot out the car. "Thanks for the ride, see you guys." You called out and as you closed the door, you could see your mom already ranting to your dad who followed you with a worried expression. You were in your twenties now, it wasn't like you were a kid and he couldn't control you anymore. As you stepped across the road and approached the entrance of the apartment, you avoided the gaze of the press. A part of you thought you actually managed to get past peacefully until you heard something just behind you and suddenly there was a tug against your elbow.

"Hey! Excuse me, excuse me! Do you live here? Do you have any information on the young woman's death?" Before you knew it and practically within a blink of an eye, you were surrounded. Camera shutters were clicking and blinding you, microphones thrusted up by your mouth and a swarm of people bombarding you with questions with little notepads in their hands. You reached out for the handle of the door, your fingertips just brushing up against it until you were shoved. There were some cops guarding the entrance and they came quickly to help escort you in, but even then it seemed like too much for them. "Leave me alone!" you yelled out helplessly. "Don't you have any respect!" you attempted to cover your face from the cameras but you could already sense that the attempt felt useless. Then there was another tug, a strong one and it had pulled you from the crowd to within the reception of your apartment complex. You were trying to gather your breath, vision a little hazy from all the shutters and flashes of the cameras and as you rubbed your eyes, you glanced over to your saviour.

It was Toby, the same guy you spoke to the night before and after touching you, he was using that same hand to wipe it against his trouser awkwardly. You straightened, clearing your throat before going to speak. "Thanks," you mumbled, only assuming it was him that had saved you from that mess you wound yourself up in. Toby didn't say anything, his back was now turned toward the mailbox and you felt your lips purse. Maybe now was a good time more than anything to get to know something about him, he was so mysterious that it almost lulled you in more. "Are you new here? It's just.. I haven't seen you around." Toby turned to glance at you from over his shoulder before his neck twitched and clicked, causing you to feel a little nauseous at the sound alone. "I've lived h-h-here for awhile n—now," he stuttered, almost looking at you like you were crazy before turning back to the mailboxes and shuffling through a box which had his name on it. Now you did feel crazy, he had lived here for awhile and you just somehow never noticed? You felt your palms grow a little sweaty, something about this guy was giving you the creeps. Forcing a smile despite the fact that his back was turned to you, you turned on your heel and began for the stairs. "See you around," was all you could muster up saying before disappearing back off into your room.

Your mind wandered as you walked down the corridor. Toby must've suffered with ticks or something, or maybe a stammer? God, you kinda felt bad for him. Growing up with that shit wasn't easy, especially with the kind of people who walked this face on earth. What was with gauze too? Had he hurt himself or recently come out of a hospital? Maybe that was why you hadn't seen him about? Whatever it was, it wasn't the right time to get your head wound up in it all as you approached your door. There was a beat as you glanced at Anne's apartment door, usually if she heard you, she'd come out to say hello by now and that silence was really hard to come to terms with. There was police tape over her door, they were still investigating by the looks of it and with a sigh, you pushed your key into the lock and walked back into the comfort of your home. The smell of Anne's body stuck to everything. You had to wash all your bedding and clothing because all you could smell was her rotting corpse.

As you stepped inside and peeled off your jacket and shoes, your eyes glazed over the floor momentarily before you felt your body freeze.

A brown envelope. Not creased, in perfect condition, laying on your wooden flooring like it had been pushed under your door. You wanted to throw up, no, this couldn't be happening. First your neighbour dies after she hands you something like this and now you received another one months later? The thought of bending down to even pick it up was making you tremble, like the very touch of it would kill you right there and then. As you picked it up, you could see that the front was blank and upon flipping it over, hesitating, your finger slid under the seal and tore it off. Inside was another white letter, the same usual sharpie which bled through and soon enough, you opened it up to read what was inside.

'Poor Anne. It's a shame it had to end that way for her. The fun was about to start but don't worry, yours is just about to begin.'

Frozen, you read the words over and over again. Someone murdered Anne, that was obvious enough. It had to be someone living in this apartment complex, unless there was some crazy murderer out on the streets? But why were they targeting this block to begin with? You threw the letter and envelope to the floor and felt the shake in your knees as you backed up against the wood of the door. What the fuck was going on? You frantically reached for your phone and immediately began to dial 911. This had to be a good enough evidence to help support Anne's case and not only that, but protect you too! As you pressed your phone to your ear, hands shaking slightly, it dialled until a sharp, sudden static noise was heard. You yelped out in pain, throwing the phone to your floor but the noise wasn't coming from your phone. It was like the static noise was inside your apartment, no, in your fucking head. You grabbed your ears and felt yourself collapse, desperately trying to shut out the noise. A yell could be heard from you, wanting this all to be over until there was nothing, silence. Just the sound of you whimpering and trying to catch your breath. Your ears were ringing, which only told you that what just happened was more than true. Pulling your hands away from your ears, you sat back so your back was pressed to your door again and tried to focus on what was going on. It didn't seem like you were in immediate danger, but whatever and whoever was sending you these letters had bad intentions.

Anne passed something onto you, something you couldn't begin to describe and before you could reach out for your phone again, there was a warm, soft trickle that ran down your nose and upper lip. Then one singular droplet of blood fell and landed upon your wooden flooring, until more and more began to fall and now you were clasping a hand over your nose in an attempt to stop it. Why the sudden nosebleeds? Maybe it was just stress from the envelopes, the letters and a sudden death of what you called a friend? But there was a feeling that lingered, a feeling that made you feel unsteady. That feeling that you knew someone was watching you and it made you feel sick to your core. Cautiously, you stood to your feet and approached the kitchen sink to let your head hang over it and the blood trickle into the sink, tinting it into a red colour. Here's what you had to get straight, Anne died, no, she was murdered and now you were receiving creepy messages. If you don't find out what the fuck was going on, you could be next and that was something you did not want to ponder on for too long.

Leaning over to grab some kitchen roll, you ripped a little portion off and stuffed your nose with the tissue before letting out a weary sigh. It was a troubled sigh, you felt like this was the start to a shitty week and now you were gonna be plagued with bad luck. It wasn't just the nosebleeds that were confusing you, it was that static like noise that left your ears ringing. Whatever was going on, you seriously hoped it ended soon.

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A couple of days had passed since the finding of Anne's body and as much as you didn't want to jinx it, things were going okay. After dropping out of school, you were hunting for a job that could scrape you together some money and after a successful interview, you landed at a job of a small cafe. The money wasn't great, but a good atmosphere of a small cafe would be good to clear your head. As you awoke and dressed yourself, you were off to start for the day. Admittedly, the shifts were.. okay but long and thankfully, you managed to make a pretty good friend to work closely alongside with. Pushing the door open with your foot, a familiar ding from the bell above run out throughout the small cafe which alerted your colleague of your entrance. Her head peeked up from behind the counter, she was crouched down, almost as if she was looking for something.

"Hey, you!" a friendly voice came from her. Her name was Bella, she was lightly tanned and had beautiful long hair. "Hey," you chimed, a smile forming across your face as you stepped toward the counter and stepped behind. There was a small cupboard where you put your belongings in and soon enough, you were wrapping and typing an apron around your waist. "I feel like it's gonna be a busy day today," chimed Bella as she continued to shuffle through some packaging of coffee beans and syrups. "I just feel it." You shrugged, that didn't sound too bad and usually Bella had a good instinct to these things. You swore she was like spiritually talented or something. A long day meant it would go quicker after all. "Sounds good, you better be right about that," you said with a smile, leaning over the counter to grab a cup from atop the coffee machine and you began the process of making yourself a coffee to help wake yourself up. Bella could be heard scoffing and finally, she emerged back standing on her two feet. "I'm literally always right," she said matter of factly before giving a shrug. Despite the shop being open, it was quiet and there were few customers sat.

You had the regular in the far left corner, an elderly gentleman with a newspaper in his hand. Bella told you he lost his wife and ever since, that left hand corner was a distant memory of their laughter and chats. Then on the right were the group who studied, with laptops and textbooks out on the table. It made your mind drift a little, this is were you probably would've hung out too if you didn't drop out of school. Then there were a couple of regulars who came in to pick up stuff and leave. Moms after dropping their kids off to school, businessmen in their fancy suits. It was nice to have some familiarity. As the day ticked on slowly despite Bella's prediction, you served, cleaned and had small chit chat before the door let out a familiar ding of a bell. In walked in a man, with his hood up and over his face. It was a brown like hoodie, with stripes down the arms and he sat so his back was facing you. Mysterious. As you watched him, you felt that familiar trickle down your nose and you quickly slapped a hand up to stop it.

"Fuck," you mumbled, which caught Bella's attention. "Oh, a nosebleed? Here, go clean yourself up," Bella gently pat your shoulder and with a thankful nod, you quickly went to disappear out back to the storage room for a moment to wipe up the mess. Your eyes were focused on the guy with the brown hoodie and as you finally peeled your eyes away, you disappeared downstairs. These nosebleeds were becoming a regular occurrence and not an inviting one at that. There was a small chill in the basement and you felt a soft shiver as you pulled a tissue out from your apron pocket to wipe your nose. Then there was a soft chime that came from your pocket and you narrowed your eyes. It was rare for you to get text messages unless it was from mom, admittedly, you didn't have friends and usually you hated texting people because you were hopeless at even remembering to respond. Unlocking the phone, you glanced over the message carelessly until you felt a pang hit you in your chest. Like dread, fear.

'you look suuuper cute today. that apron does fucking things to me.'

It was an unknown number and you scrunched your brows up. As far as you could remember, you hadn't given your number out to anyone recently. With shaky hands, you stuffed the tissue back into your apron pocket now your nose had stopped bleeding and immediately began to text back. You had to, this had to be some kind of prank. Shit gets leaked and people get cocky, something like that, right?

'Who the fuck is this. How did you get this number?'

Your eyes glazed over the text as you impatiently waited for a reply. Whoever this person was, they knew where you were working, they had seen you today, surely and now you felt sick. There was no reply and the curiosity was biting you harder than anything. You opened up the contact and dialled the number, pressing the phone to your ear.

"The number you're calling is no longer in service."

You froze. A dead number? You glanced down at your phone as the call ended and you clenched your jaw. Was this some kind of sick, cruel joke? You stood in the basement for a second, desperately trying to connect puzzle pieces that were refusing to connect and now you felt like you were going crazy. Pushing your phone back into your pocket, you took some cautious deep breaths before stepping back up the stairs to the shop floor. Bella glanced at you from the corner of her eye, giving you a reassuring smile but your eyes immediately glanced over to the table where that guy in the brown hoodie was sitting. Was. He no longer sat there anymore, it looked like he left altogether. "You feeling okay?" Bella asked, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, pushing through your feelings and giving a smile. Should you even mention the text? The number? This was your business and you didn't want to get Bella involved. What if something happened to her like what happened to Anne? "Something came for you," Bella chimed before leaning under the counter to pull out a brown envelope. Your heart sank, you felt like you were going to heave and you forced a smile regardless. "Thanks.." you whispered as you reached toward the letter. It was unmarked. "How do you know it's for me?" You asked, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "Because I never get mail, duh," Bella said, almost as if you should've known that and now you felt a little stupid. Giving a brief nod, you took the envelope and cautiously glanced up at Bella. She was occupied serving a customer.

With a tremble in your hand, you opened up the envelope and instead of being greeted by a usual white letter, a small polaroid fell out and landed on the floor just by your feet. Before you could even bend down to pick it up, the photo landed right side up and you found yourself stiff. It was a photo of you, standing behind the counter with your apron on and chatting to Bella. You were smiling in the photo. It looked like whoever took this photo, took it outside across the street. Your breath had a tremble, your bottom lip wobbled and slowly you bent to pick up the photo. This was wrong, whoever the fuck was pranking you was taking it too far. You flipped over the polaroid, there was writing and it was the same, shitty handwriting as before except this time, it was written in a red like substance. You wanted to say ink but considering how fucking frightened you were, you thought the complete opposite.

'the things i would do to you. smile !!'

You caught your breath and pressed a hand against your mouth, feeling like you were about to heave. Bella noticed and tried to peek at what it was before she paused. "Holy shit, you're pale, you okay?" she asked, trying to catch your eyesight but you were so focused on the polaroid that your mind was a jumble. "What is-" "Who gave you this?" you asked sternly, looking up at her with a face of horror and Bella gave you a questioning look. "What?" she asked. "Who gave you this? This envelope?!" there was urgency in your voice and you gave her a look that was begging for an answer to your questions. Bella shook her head, rubbing her temple. "Just some guy, I dunno, I didn't take a name-" "What did he look like?! Please, Bella, please—" you were begging helplessly and Bella was growing worried. "You really don't look well-" "BELLA!" You pleaded desperately and quickly, you found yourself stuffing the polaroid back into the envelope. Your shouting now caught the attention from the other customers and Bella seemed a little flustered. As your fingers frantically began to pull at the strings of the apron, you ripped it off and placed it on the counter.

Your mind was a jumble. You were being watched and that was for sure. Whoever this was, they were watching you have a complete breakdown, probably laughing at the mess you were getting yourself worked up into. You turned, grabbing your jacket and bag before making your way to the door with envelope in hand. Bella was speechless, she didn't call out to you but from the way the colour drained from your face, she didn't protest either. As you stepped out onto the street, you felt yourself hyperventilating, your body was sweating and you swore any second you were about to pass out. What made it worse is that your head was throbbing, a migraine coming out from nowhere and hitting you harder than ever. With each step you took, you felt yourself growing dizzier and dizzier until you blacked out.

Fluttering your eyes open slowly, you tried to figure out what just happened. Your head hurt, that was for sure. You remember passing out but where were you? Slowly, you sat up and took in your surroundings. It was soft beneath you, which told you exactly what you needed to know and that was you were lying on a bed but the more you looked around, the more confused you felt. This was your bedroom. The same stuffed animals in the corner of your room, the laundry that scattered the flooring. You narrowed your eyes, was this a dream? You were out on the street? How did you end up here. Glancing down, you were still in the same clothes and cautiously, you shuffled to the end of the bed so your legs were dangling and soon enough they met the floor. As you got up, still trying to make works of what the fuck happened and how you ended up here, you opened up your bedroom door and peered out. This was your apartment, the same kitchen, smell, the same grubby couch with packets of chips on it. You narrowed your eyes, holding your head for a moment but as soon as you lifted your arm, something caught your attention just on your wrist and reluctantly, you pushed back your sleeve. There were bruises on your wrists, both actually and they were raw to touch, like they were new almost.

Your mind was a haze, you don't remember walking back to your apartment? Surely you did pass out but now you were beginning to doubt everything, whether this day actually existed or not or if it was some kind of messed up dream you had while you were napping. Before you could even step out into the hall of your apartment, there was a knock at your door. You narrowed your eyes, frozen in the spot.

It knocked once, then again and then there was a beat of silence.

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happier part two

part one

*based on the song happier by olivia rodrigo*

“Bradley? Hey, are you listening to me?”

Rooster snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of Jaime calling his name, “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m listening.”

It was a lie but he hoped Jaime wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Is your head still in the clouds?” She asked with a smile.

He nodded. Another lie. His head wasn’t in the clouds. His mind was consumed with you.

It had been a month since the beach hangout. A month of Rooster replaying your words in his head. Of remembering the saddened look on your face. It tore him to pieces.

It would help if he didn’t have to see you nearly everyday. You were both in the same program. You had to constantly be around each other. It was clear that you were avoiding him as much as you could. You didn’t go out as often if Rooster was tagging along. You steered clear of him during meals.

You were trying very hard to mend your broken heart.

Rooster tried to be in the moment at dinner with Jaime. He knew how unfair it was to be thinking about someone else while on a date. However, his mind kept wondering off to what you could be doing.

“Bradley?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I’ve been talking for like five minutes and you haven’t been responding at all.” Jaime huffed. She hardly got upset but with they way that Bradley was acting, he didn’t blame her.

“I’m sorry, I’m just-“

“Thinking about (Y/n).”

After the beach hangout, Rooster told Jaime about his relationship with you. It was clear when you returned to the group practically crying that something happened between the two of you.

Jaime asked Rooster point blank if he still had feelings for you and he told her no. It was a lie and he felt horrible about it. It was a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach that he felt whenever he was with Jaime.

“I’m not thinking about (Y/n).” Lie.

Jaime sighed and looked down at her hands, “It seemed like you both were very special to each other. It’s difficult to let something like that go.”

“Jaime, it’s not like that.” Lie.

She smiled a little, “You’re a horrible liar, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“I’m-“ he was going to say that he wasn’t lying but that would be the fifth lie in less than five minutes and his heart couldn’t handle it.

“If I told you that it didn’t hurt then I would be the one that’s lying.”

Rooster felt like an asshole, “Jaime, I’m really sorry.”

“I know. I also know what it’s like to still be so hung up on someone that you can’t function. Is that how you feel about (Y/n)?”

Rooster nodded, unable to speak. He felt so ashamed.

“Do you get butterflies whenever she’s around? Feel like you’re dying a little when you can’t see her but then the minute you spot her, it feels like everything is going to be okay?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly how I feel.”

“Then you should be with her and not sitting here with me.”

“How are you so understanding about all of this? If I were you, I’d be throwing wine in my face and screaming.”

Jaime laughed, “Do you want me to throw wine in your face?”

Rooster shook his head quickly, “No, I’m too fond of this shirt.”

“Yes, I’m upset but why would I want to be with someone that’s still in love with someone else? The time we’ve spent together has been great but not too serious for me to be devastated by this.”

Rooster was blown away by how mature Jaime was. She was truly amazing. “I never deserved you. You’re too kind and too freaking awesome. You deserve a guy that’s way better than me.”

Jaime flipped her gorgeous blonde hair over her shoulder, “That’s damn right. You know any guys that are on my level?”

He chuckled but then immediately stopped when the idea hit him, “Actually, I do. There’s a guy that’s sorta my friend that I think you’d like. His ego is the size of Texas but he’s a nice guy nonetheless.”

“Well, I look forward to meeting him,” Jaime stood up from the table and grabbed her purse. She stopped and looked back at Rooster, “Go and tell (Y/n) how you feel. Don’t waste another moment.”

Rooster stood up as well and hugged Jaime, “I’m really sorry that this didn’t work out.”

“You can make it up to me by being happy and by going to tell (Y/n) that you can’t live another minute without her.”

—————-

When Rooster entered the Hard Deck an hour later, he immediately looked around for you. He overheard from Hangman and Bob that the group would be meeting at their usual spot and Rooster assumed that you’d be there as well.

He saw the group around the pool tables but you weren’t with them.

“Hey, guys. Is (Y/n) here?” Rooster didn’t waste any time. He needed to talk to you. There was so much that he wanted to say.

Phoenix set her pool stick down, “Why are you here? I thought you had a date tonight?”

“Uh, Jaime and I ended things.”

That caught everyone’s attention.

“Are you okay?” Bob asked clearly concerned about his friend.

Rooster nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just really need to talk to (Y/n).”

The group all exchanged knowing looks. Clearly something was going on that they didn’t want Rooster to know.

“What? Why are you all looking like that?” He questioned.

“Well, (Y/n) isn’t here.” Phoenix said.

“Okay, then where is she?”

“(Y/n) is going out on a date.” Hangman told him a little smugly. Sure, Hangman and Rooster were on better terms than before but he couldn’t help but be the one to tell him.

Rooster experienced a rush of emotions all at once. “She’s where?”

That smug smile appeared on Hangman’s face, “Bob set her up with a friend of his.”

Rooster snapped and turned to face Bob, “You did what?!”

Bob held his hands up defensively, “I didn’t know you still had a thing for her! She met my friend Frank here a couple of weeks ago. They seemed to hit it off so he asked her out for tonight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Rooster exclaimed. His outburst earned the looks from some nearby patrons but only for a moment.

“Hey! Was (Y/n) supposed to just wait around for you to get your head out of your ass?” Phoenix asked him, “No! She deserves to be happy too, you jackass.”

Phoenix wasn’t afraid to tell anyone in the group when they were wrong. She was often seen as the moral compass that everyone needed.

“I didn’t expect for (Y/n) to wait for me.” Rooster said.

Phoenix rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you did.”

Rooster didn’t know what to do in that moment. He was so conflicted that he felt like he was getting a headache. You were moving on and deserved to do so. It wouldn’t be fair to go and uproot all of the work that you’ve done.

But, didn’t Rooster deserve to be happy to?

He felt so damn selfish even considering going to find you and tell you how he felt.

…..But he had to try right?

“God, I’m such an idiot.” He mumbled.

“That’s for damn sure. (Y/n) is a catch.” Hangman said, “I’ve even thought about-“

Rooster quickly pointed a finger at him, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Phoenix stepped in between them, “I agree with Hangman. (Y/n) is a catch. She deserves to be happy. If you are going to try and screw things up for her, you’re going to have to go through me first.”

Rooster was genuinely terrified of Phoenix, “I’m not going to screw things up.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Everyone waited for Rooster’s answer.

He took a deep breath and glanced around, “I’m going to go get my girl back.”

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Part 4. Cooper

Series Masterlist

CW: domestic red I think? (possibly) OOC Cooper, FBI!Reader 

AN: I pictured the show to be Euphoria, but no specific details so it can be any show with a drug dealer character. IDK Cooper's official rank and I am scared of spoilers so we just went with the assistant director. Just realized that if you read all the parts back 2 back then they are very similar but also ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. No beta

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Reddington in the post office is a scene that never fails to surprise you. In the early days of the task force, he seems to be there frequently. As the years went, he saw less and less of the walls inside.  He never goes to the post office if he can help it, and you don’t blame him. 

You see Dembe nudge Reddington, a silent indicator for him to start talking about what he needs the team to do this week. 

As Reddington lectures, Liz interrupts and Aram pulls up the supporting documents and photos. Red usually tells Liz the details, and she tells the rest of the team.

You knew a tiny bit. He left shipping documents on his kitchen table a few nights ago while he went to the bathroom. He wouldn’t just leave documents lying around if he didn’t have a reason for you to see them. 

To keep yourself sane you set boundaries. If you're not working, or if someone isn't in immediate danger it is not your problem what Reddington is doing. This came after a series of him dropping clues and waiting for you to put the details together. 

You still listen, minus a few instances where you zone out thinking about Reddington's suit, waiting for the shipping documents to make some sense to you, but nothing yet. 

“Liz, you go with Reddington to the shipping docks. You two” Cooper points at you and Ressler “see what you can find with -” 

“I’ll go Ressler” Elizabeth cut in. 

Everyone turns to look at Liz. 

“I’ll go with Reddington” you suggest, pronunciation wobbly. You’re so used to Red, the “ington” feels off. 

“That was fast on the jump” Red notes, once you were out of the earshot of the group, preparing to go to the docks. 

You shrug. “It's so nice out. And I can not get caught in a fight between you two.” 

Red and Liz fighting always makes you feel like you’re in the middle. Liz would sometimes rant to you about Reddington, which never fails to make you feel like a bad friend.  On the other hand, Red keeps his thoughts about Elizabeth to himself in times like these. 

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“Do you understand it yet?” Reddington asks. 

You frown. You both have been walking around the docks for an hour, trying to find something on this week's blacklist. Technically, you’re looking for clues, Reddington is watching you, trying to see the exact moment you put the pieces together. 

You admire how he pushes you to do your best, to get better at both your job and thinking like him, but now it’s on your nerves. Having elected to ignore him, you exaggerate checking the number on the shipping container. 

“My god, you agents are so meticulous. You don’t need every number from every crate.” Red observes. 

“I’m not taking every number, just what I think is important.” 

“That seems to be the majority, dear.” 

You shoot him a look over your shoulder due to the use of the pet name in the field. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, but he is smiling. 

You’re saved from a reply by your phone, Aram calling with no doubt some important information. 

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 That night, Reddington visits you. He says he can't spend the entire night but has a few free hours. You don't know what he has to do before or after your time together, but it's not your problem. 

“Do you watch this every week?” Reddington asks, glancing at your television.

“Yeah. We talk about it at work,” you respond, placing your water on the table, and settling onto your couch next to him. 

“Who’s everyone?” 

“It started as me ‘nd Aram but then Samar started watching with him. I think Liz is in season one. Dembe too maybe?”

You tip your head against his shoulder, feet propped up on your coffee table as the show started playing the introduction. He had one of your pens (technically a pen you took from work) in his hand while he mulls over one of his crossword puzzles? Sudoku? Sudoku with words? Red showed you once how it works and once was enough. 

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“That's no way to run a drug business!” 

You turned your head to the side to look at him, now sitting on the edge of your seat watching the show. 

“I thought you weren't watching.” 

“I wasn’t, but this is ridiculous!” he huffs. “He's not even marking up the price at all? And his storage? I mean it is ridiculous! No wonder the police were called.” 

“He's just a minor character” 

“For running a business like that he should be!” 

“Just watch the show.” 

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You were happy to go into the post office today, if only for a chance to talk to Aram about the show.  

“Did you see the new episode?” Aram’s words hit you before you even left the elevator. 

“Of course! I didn't see the big arrest coming. And that fight?!” 

Aram walks with you to the central part of the floor, the rest of the team waiting, both you and Aram dying to talk about yesterday's episode. You catch Reddington in the office out of the corner of your eye and can’t resist winding him up. 

“I can’t believe the arrest! Forgot the rest of the prom, I thought he was going to keep dealing drugs for the whole show,” you exclaim, slightly too loud to make sure Red can hear. 

‘My god, he was the worst drug dealer I've ever seen. Ressler would do better!” Reddington jokes. Aram's head snaps to him. 

“Mr. Reddington, I didn’t know you watched the show!” 

“How far along are you?” you chime in. 

“My beloved watches it. I caught a few minutes.” Red smoothly deflects.

You freeze, never hearing him call you that before, but you like it. 

“Do you want to join our text chain?” Aram eagerly asks. 

Cooper saves Reddington from telling the task force that he doesn’t know how to use a cell phone. 

The assistant director launches into some of the information that the team rounded up yesterday. Numbers you took note of pop up and you make a mental note to tell Red “I told you so”, no doubt knowing that he wants to tell you the same, for taking too many numbers. 

Once everyone is back up to speed and assignments are dolled out, Cooper catches you at your desk. “I need to speak to you in my office.” 

You nod and follow him while you feel anxiety roll in your stomach. It could be good news but you can’t think of anything good. More bad news flashes through your mind as you climb the stairs. You could be suspended, fired, or anything else due to Reddington. And there was that one time you made a questionable decision in the field which could be coming back to bite you. 

“Close the door, please,” Cooper asks quietly. 

You nod, the door firmly shut as you sit, forcing body language to act neutral and calm. 

“I wanted to talk to you about fieldwork.” Cooper starts. You force yourself to make eye contact and not start fiddling with anything on his desk. 

“You’ve been going into the field with Reddington more. Any reason?” 

“Can I be honest?” you ask, trying to come up with something to say. 

“Please.” Cooper leans forward in his chair, awaiting your response. 

“It makes me uncomfortable when Agent Keen and Reddington fight. I felt that if I go with him yesterday, then they could cool off.” 

“Uncomfortable how?” 

You sigh. 

“Like, he killed Sam, and then she faked her death to get away from him, and no one knows how or if they’re related…” You train off, not enjoying thinking of reasons Red and Liz fight, but more than happy to if you can keep your job. 

Cooper nods, understanding. There's an unspoken feeling in the post office when they fight. 

“And do you mind? Going into the field with Reddington.” 

“Not as much as the fighting.” 

Cooper nods again, posture more relaxed before he continues. “I noticed you’ve been working less.” 

Your face reacts before you could try to stay neutral. Of course, Cooper would notice. You’ve lost track of the number of times he turned off the lights at the post office before he leaves late at night and you had to scramble in the dark to turn them back on again. 

“I’m sorry, I can start staying later again.” You say, trying to fumble your way through apologizing. 

Assistant Director Cooper holds up his palms for you to slow down. 

“Your hours are fine. Is everything okay with you?” 

The question shouldn’t take you by surprise. Things are more fun with Reddington as part of your life, but there's more stress. The stress of hiding the relationship mostly, especially from Liz.

“I, uh, started seeing a guy recently? So I have a reason to spend time outside the post office?” you want to speak in sentences but you’re nervous in case this is a leadup to something else.

He nods like he understands. 

“I’m happy for you. Now we just need to get Ressler a girl.” 

You both share a smile, while you silently thank your lucky stars. 

“Is there anything else, sir?” you ask, arms ready to push you up and out of your chair. 

“No, that's all. Thank you.” 

You nod and get up. “Do you want me to leave the door open?” 

“You can close it. Thanks.” 

You pull the door shut behind you and glance down at the post office. Does Red also get hit with this stuff? You wonder. You’ll have to tell him later, once the case concludes. 

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[honeyhobi]

Idea Time

Just me rambling / half writing about a modern avatar au

Tags: Kidnapping, mentioned child murder (no kids actually die though you'll see what I mean), mentioned actual murder, domesticity??? The Sully Family rock idk

BASICALLY what if Spider went missing as a child and Quaritch went to jail for it AND THEN SPIDER TURNED BACK UP AGAIN YEARS LATER??? Maybe I'll actually write this for real maybe I won't. Just felt like jotting it down is all.

The Sully Family is having a typical day on the weekend. Things are normal, the weather is nice, everyone is off work and school on Saturday. Neytiri and Neteyam are in the kitchen doing dishes after family breakfast. Tuk is in the living room watching morning cartoons, and Jake is pretending not to be as invested in them as he really is.

Kiri is also in the living room on her nintendo switch playing Stardew Valley. She's got earplugs in to block out the sound of Tuk's chattering and the cartoons on the tv screen. Lo'ak is at the dining table on his phone, repeatedly typing out and deleting a text message to his classmate Tsireya.

Hey?

Backspace backspace backspace

Good morning, Tsireya!

Did you want to go to the movies today maybe?

Backspace backspace backspace back—

Jake's phone rings and he excuses himself into the hall to answer it. Everyone barely pays attention to the phone call as Jake answers it. Why would they? It's a typical day.

Less than 5 minutes later Jake reenters the living room and calls for everyone to "fall in." His voice is strained, something in it grabbing even Lo'ak's attention immediately.

They all stop what they're doing and crowd into the living room. Neytiri wipes her hands dry on a towel and slings it over her shoulder as she stands in the entryway, Neteyam sits next to Kiri as she pauses her game. He mutes the television and pulls Tuk off the floor and into his lap. Lo'ak sits carefully in the recliner, looking at his dad's face which has paled significantly.

Jake is gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly. The phone call must have been bad news. Maybe another military buddy died? Maybe the school called to tell him about Lo'ak's frequent tardiness which is totally not his fault by the way—

What Jake says next sends the world dropping out from underneath everyone's feet.

"They found Spider. He's alive."

Spider. As in Spider Socorro? None of them have heard that name in....well in probably a decade, when the boy first disappeared. An image of the smiling six year old boy from across the street flutters up from the recesses of Lo'ak's mind.

Spider had been presumed dead for years. His dad, Miles Quaritch, has been in prison for the past decade for killing his wife and son one night. The Sully Family were at Disneyland at the time, and while he hides it well, Jake still blames himself a little for not being there. If he had been, maybe he'd have heard something. Maybe he'd have been able to intervene, or see where Quaritch ran off to with the boy.

Quaritch has held onto his innocence every day since. All the way through the trial he insisted that he didn't kill his wife, someone broke in and knocked him out. Yes it was his gun, yes it was his prints, yes it was Paz's blood on his hands when the police showed up after a neighbor called 9-1-1. But if you had woken up to your wife bleeding out right next to you and your son gone, wouldn't you try to put pressure on the wound, too?

Even when Paz's mother begged during the trial for Quaritch to tell them all what he did to her grandson, where he buried the poor boy's body, he wouldn’t budge.

"If I knew where he was I would be the first one at the scene. I didn’t kill him."

But there were no other leads. No other suspects. Quaritch had no alibi or evidence to support his claims.

Lo'ak had been much too small to understand what really happened. He went to Paz and Spider's funeral but barely remembers it, at the time he just knew that his friend across the street wasn't going to be around anymore. Not until he got to middle school and did some research himself did he actually get the situation in its entirety.

And now, everything is changing. They found Spider, somewhere, somehow. Quaritch might very well have been an innocent man this whole time. Jake hasn't gone into detail just yet.

Neteyam asks, "What happened?"

Jake sighs heavily, runs a hand over his head. "That was Norm on the phone."

Norm, their old family friend who works in the police station as a CSI. He was one of the people that analyzed the evidence at the crime scene, he helped put Quaritch away.

"He says that an officer was doing his rounds last night and saw a kid walking aimlessly down the road. When he stopped him, the kid identified himself as Miles Socorro."

"Could he be lying, though?" Lo'ak wonders aloud.

Jake shakes his head. "The fingerprints match from the school database."

Lo'ak remembers vaguely the school-wide event years ago when all the students got their fingerprints taken. He still has the ID card he got from it, buried somewhere in his memories box underneath his bed. The event was for the Child Seeker's Program, developed to protect kids in the district in case they ever went missing.

So much help it had been for Spider.

But here he was, a decade later, showing up with the police. There’s got to be more to the story that dad isn't telling them, or maybe Jake doesn't yet know the details himself. What started off as a normal Saturday has been flipped onto its head.

That leaves them all to ponder the same question. What happens now?

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you’re on your own, kid. (l.hs) part three

part one part two

tw: mentions of alcohol, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cursing (lmk if there’s more!)

wc: 3.1k

a/n: heyy!! this is the last part of this series, hope you enjoyed it! it’s my first time writing something long and divided into parts, so lmk your thoughts please <3

“i waited ages to see you there. i search the party of better bodies just to learn that you never cared”

It was still 10am and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. All you thought of since the moment you left that party was about this upcoming conversation, you barely slept last night. You needed to go see Heeseung, so you went directly to the building where Mr. Choi’s classes were held, and sat down on a bench in front of his classroom.

You waited and waited patiently, unable to even put on headphones and listen to some music, for you were so anxious. Minutes felt like hours, and at the same time you couldn’t wait anymore for them to pass, you wished they didn’t.

When the bell rang, your stomach dropped, completely unaware of how you would approach him to begin with. Students started to leave the room, your eyes glued on the door in look for that familiar face. After a good five minutes and nothing of Heeseung, you decided to go in and check for yourself.

“Maybe he skipped class today, he must’ve been hungover anyway”, you thought to yourself, but as you entered the classroom, you immediately locked eyes on his figure. But not only on his figure, on the girl sitting next to him. They were slightly closer physically to each other than mere colleagues would be, his knee gently brushing over her thigh, him flashing her that sweet but flirty smile of his, the one which he would only direct to you at one point.

Everything in you wanted to just turn around and walk away, and you would’ve, if he hadn’t acknowledged your presence first.

— Y/N? — He sat up straight, genuinely confused.

You didn’t know what to say, and tried your best not to stutter your words out. After five seconds of absolute silence from you, you managed to blurb out a sentence.

— I-I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk to you, but I don’t wanna intrude, we can meet up some other time — You gave him a very uncomfortable and forced smile and turned on your heel, ready to walk out the door.

— Wait! — He quickly grabbed his things and ran after you, in an almost desperate way, and grabbed your shoulder gently. — We can talk, really. I was helping her with some assignments, but we can do that some other time.

You wanted to believe him, but some part of you felt like he was indeed flirting with that girl. Heeseung’s always been a very sweet and nice guy, but he loves the attention he gets. He knows how people perceive him, how his looks aren’t at all mundane, and he knows how to take advantage of that to fill up his ego. And can you even blame him?

But a part of you felt just ridiculous confessing your unrequited love to him right after seeing him trying to get with someone else. Supposedly. As much as you wanted to do it, you unconsciously chickened out.

— I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for walking out on you yesterday. You were right, I was being selfish. — You managed to say, hesitantly, not even brushing on the subject you initially wanted to approach.

But before he could even open his mouth to answer you, that girl came out of the classroom and put a hand on his shoulder.

— We can continue some other time, hm? — And gave him the dirtiest smirk you’ve ever seen.

After checking you out from head to toe with a disgusted look, she walked out towards the building exit. Now you were 98% sure they were indeed flirting, which made you feel 98 times more stupid.

— It’s okay, Y/N, really. I know it’s a sensitive topic and we were both too drunk for that. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you either. — He reassured, and soon after, his phone buzzed inside his pocket. — I’ll see you around. — He stated and left.

That’s it? He truly just said “it’s okay see you around” and left? What the fuck is even wrong with you, thinking he might even consider having you back in his life, even as more than a friend. You couldn’t decide who you were angrier with right now, him for just ditching you like a torn piece of paper, or you for allowing yourself to go through this.

You can’t say you didn’t feel an urge to cry, but that was the last thing you managed to do. Maybe anger was totally taking over you, or maybe you’ve already cried all your tears out, so, instead of standing there like an idiot, you decided to go to a cafe near by and drown in your thoughts.

It didn’t help that it was a rainy day either, you’ve been sitting there, next to the window of the store, admiring the little droplets of water that fell on the glass for so long now, you didn’t even realize you forgot to order something.

— Can I get you anything, ma’am? — A gentle voice cut you out of your thoughts, making you look up.

— Oh, sorry, I- — You immediately stopped talking when you recognized the boy’s face. — Beomgyu? I didn’t know you worked here! — An unexplained rush of happiness filled you when you started talking to him.

— Hey, Y/N! I didn’t even realize it was you, and that’s really hard to do — He chuckled lightly.

You gave him a confused look because of his words and he rolled his eyes at your obliviousness.

— It’s ‘cause you’re pretty? So you’re hard to miss? Geez, can’t even make a joke anymore without having to explain it. — He mocked.

Even though these types of “innocent flirting” would usually make you uncomfortable, there was just something about Beomgyu that didn’t make you feel like that at all. His words felt light, chaste even.

— Sorry! Thanks, though. — You laughed out loud, feeling bad for not laughing at his joke at first. — If you could get me just plain black coffee, that’d be great! — You said with a smile.

— Right on it! If you need anything else, just look for the handsomest worker here — He gave you a funny, playful wink, which, of course, made you laugh.

“take the moment and taste it, there’s no reason to be afraid”

It’s been about two weeks since the last time you had spoken with Heeseung, you hadn’t even bumped into him around campus, and you hated that part of you was upset by it. But you decided that not anymore.

It’s like something lit up inside of you. If he didn’t want you, you’d make him regret it. You don’t even know where you found the confidence to pull the revenge card, but Yunjin would certainly be proud.

You didn’t think of revenge as something good, he had no fault in the fact he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but just leaving you standing on the building corridor like that, alone, he was surely a culprit of.

Luckily, today was Beomgyu’s birthday party and he was nice enough to invite you. After many afternoons spent at the cafe he worked, you both became somewhat close.

You scattered your closet for the sluttiest outfit you owned, and ended up wearing a mini denim skirt, and a long sleeved, tight crop top. You didn’t even recognize yourself in the mirror, and somehow you felt upset with your decision to only feel beautiful to strike a man’s attention. A man that doesn’t even want anything to do with you.

You arrived at the boy’s house and went straight to the kitchen counter to take a shot. After your little alcoholic motivation, you went looking for Yunjin.

— Y/N? — You heard her voice from across the room, and immediately went her way. — Are these clothes yours?

— Yeah, I haven’t worn them in a while — You shrugged and smiled at her.

She was definitely proud of you. Seeing you coming to terms with your old self. You still haven’t told her about how your little chat with Heeseung went, so she’s probably just assuming things were settled between the two of you and you went back to being friends.

— Wow… You look absurd. — You turned around and met eyes with Beomgyu.

— Thanks, Gyu! Happy birthday! — You gave him a tight hug and complimented him back.

You turned around slightly and found Heeseung resting his back against the kitchen counter, holding a cup of something alcoholic, gaze piercing through you, watching every bit of physical contact you and Beomgyu shared. Even when you looked at him, he didn’t stop glaring at you. There was something about him, he didn’t have that sweet and comforting look on his eyes you were so used to, they were a shade darker and grim.

After a lot of drinks, you were letting yourself loose on the living room, dancing with Yunjin, having just a great time. You spotted Beomgyu across the room and mentioned for him to join the two of you, and so he did. He’s always been comic, and with a couple (dozen) shots in, that was only amplified.

The music was loud and upbeat, and yet, he took you in for a slow dance, earning the most genuine giggles from you and Yunjin. His left hand holding yours, and his right hand gripping the small of your back, almost intimately. That definitely was the last draw for Heeseung. He approached you with angry eyes and landed his hand lightly on Beomgyu’s chest, as a sign for him to stop.

— Y/N, can we talk? — He asked, and if the music wasn’t so loud, you would’ve said he said that through gritted teeth.

You were somewhat mad at him for interrupting your happy moment, but either way agreed, with a pouty, angry look on your face.

He grabbed you by the arm, grip a tinge too tight, dragging you upstairs to one of the empty rooms, so you could talk privately and in silence.

— Ow, Heeseung! You’re hurting me! — You said, while he opened the bedroom door, letting go of your arm. — What the hell is wrong with you?

— With me? You’re the one who went after me and then started getting all touchy with my best friend?! — He answered, making you gasp almost theatrically.

— First of all, Beomgyu is my friend, and it doesn’t concern you whether we’re touchy or not, and you were the one who fucking left me standing alone! I waited more than an hour to talk to you, and you couldn’t have cared less. — You argued, pointing a finger at him and occasionally poking his chest angrily. — Why do you even care if someone’s touchy with me?

— Fuck, Y/N, because I like you!

The room went silent for a minute. You couldn’t believe the words that had just left his mouth. Could he be serious?

— What? — Your voice was suddenly soft, the weight on your chest suddenly feeling so light.

— Shit… — He muttered to himself while running both his hands through his hair, almost in despair. — I like you, Y/N. I have for a very long time.

Nothing made any sense to you anymore. If he liked you, why did he start dating Nayeon? Why didn’t he confess to you that night in high school?

— But… Since when? — You asked after thinking for a while.

— Probably since the day I met you. — He said while sitting down at the bed, you taking the spot right beside him.

— Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you start dating Nayeon? Are you stupid? — You asked bluntly, almost too honestly.

He let out a small, bashful laugh, looking almost defeated.

— I-… Maybe I was stupid. Jungwon told me he had a crush on you, and I couldn’t bring myself to confess to you, knowing how he felt about you and that he was one of my greatest friends. — He explained, resting his arms on his legs, fidgeting his fingers.

You were certainly shocked by his confession. You didn’t blame him, though, if you were in his place, you would’ve probably done the same thing, but it hurts knowing that you could’ve been together all this time.

— Hee… You know I liked you too, right? — You took his hand in yours and gave him a sweet look. — I stopped talking to you because it hurt so much seeing you with someone else, as much as I wanted you in my life, I just couldn’t bear it…

His hand squeezed yours a little tighter, like he was afraid you’d let go.

— I never forgot what school you went to. I purposely started going here because I knew you did. — He admitted. — I just wanted one chance with you, a chance to make things right, and I managed to hurt you.

— You didn’t, really. I hurt myself, I didn’t know how to cope. — You cupped his face, bringing him just a little closer to you, caressing his cheeks with you thumb.

You leaned in more and connected your foreheads, heart almost beating out of your chest. He slid his hands to the sides of your body, holding your waist gently, and you let your hands fall to the back of his neck. He then took your lips in his, in a much awaited kiss.

His lips felt sweet and soft, just like you imagined they would. He was so gentle with you, like you were made of glass, slowly rubbing circles on your sides with his thumbs, never letting go of your kiss.

When you finally pulled back for air, he started trailing kisses down your cheek, jaw and stopped at your neck, biting and marking it. You let out a small whimper, which caused him to smirk in between kisses and hickeys.

He looked up at you to connect your lips again, and this time his eyes were different. They didn’t hold that soft, concerned look anymore, now dark with lust and desire.

You started unbuttoning his black silk shirt, while he leaned on top of you, laying both of you down on the mattress. His shirt was quickly on the ground, while he looked at you for permission to slide of your top.

As you nodded, he slowly slid his hands inside your shirt, kissing your belly just under the hem, pushing it up gently, allowing you to help him take it off.

You were suddenly conscious that your almost bare body was on display in front of Heeseung. You felt your cheeks heating up and he definitely picked up on it.

— We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable with it. — He said looking at you deep in the eyes, this time, very softly.

— It’s okay, Hee — You cupped his cheeks again, pulling him in for a kiss. — There’s nothing I want more right now than you.

He started sliding the straps of your bra down your shoulders, while kissing your neck. You tugged his hair lightly, which made him let out a quiet groan. Soon, both your clothes were all scattered on the floor, and he was playing with the hem of your underwater, looking at you for approval, even though you’ve given him the green light several times already.

He slid them off and gently ran a finger up your slit.

— Fuck, you’re so wet. — He almost muttered to himself, while he slid one finger inside of you, making you let out a needy moan.

He was quick to pick up the pace of his fingers, quickly sliding in and out of you. He could feel you clenching around his digits, making his cock twitch under his boxers. When you felt that familiar knot forming on your belly, and started clenching harder around him, he stopped and pulled out of you, earning a frustrated whine from you.

— Hee… I need you — You whined again, grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer.

He was absolutely whipped about how needy you were for him, and since you asked so nicely, he wasted no time taking off his underwear and throwing it aside like the rest of your clothes.

He aligned his length on your cunt, teasingly sliding it up and down your slit.

— Hee, please… — You whined again, tears forming in your eyes. — Hm need you

He couldn’t wait any longer, so he slid his throbbing cock inside of you at once, hissing. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust to him and started moving.

You’ve had good sex before, but it was nothing like this. Heeseung knew what he was doing, every thrust making his tip meet your g-spot perfectly, causing you to let out the prettiest moans for him to hear. His grip was tight around your waist, leaving marks where his fingers dug your skin.

— Fuck, you feel so good, princess. — He praised, while picking up his pace, earning louder moans from you.

You grabbed his shoulders for support, unconsciously digging your nails in his flesh, leaving scratch marks (which he loved). Suddenly you felt his thrusts becoming sloppier, his cock twitching every time your pussy would clench around him. You were both so close.

— Cum for me, baby. — He said softly, while leaning down to kiss your neck.

When you finally came undone under him, it didn’t take him long to do the same inside of you, riding out your highs, panting lightly.

The tips of his hair were damp with sweat, and you were intoxicated by his smell. He got up and grabbed a towel to clean you up, leaving chaste and sweet kisses all over your body. He put his pants back on and dressed you in his shirt, laying down next to you and holding you close to his bare chest.

You stayed like that for a while, listening to each other’s heartbeats, until one of you decided to speak and start a conversation. You shared a lot about your feelings for each other, and made things very clear between the two of you. He was stroking your hair so lightly, holding you so gently, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

When he realized you fell asleep, he kissed your head smiling and hoped that Beomgyu wouldn’t mind you staying the night.

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