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justlemmeadoreyou · 8 days

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4. heat of the kitchen (restaurant owner!harry x chef!reader)

(part 1 here) | (part 2 here) | (part 3 here)

summary: the day of the gala, but something unexpected happens, leaving you a responsibility that could either make or break your career.

words: 5k

warnings: fluff, a hint of angst.

You had just started falling into a restless sleep when your phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, making you jump awake in surprise. Squinting your blurry eyes at the bright screen, you felt a prickle of worry when you saw the time - 4:17am. This couldn't be good news at this hour.

Sure enough, it was Harry's number flashing on the caller ID. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you swiped to answer and brought the phone to your ear. "Hello?"

"[Y/N], hey..." Even through the tinny distortion of the phone line, you could hear the grimness and exhaustion in Harry's voice. "Look, I...there's been an emergency with my family back home. My mom is really sick and not doing well."

You sat up straight in bed now, any remaining grogginess from sleep instantly swept away by a crushing wave of dismay. You listened in silence as he explained in brief phrases about needing to get on the next available flight to go back to New York right away. He said he wasn't sure when he'd be able to return to Chicago.

"I just didn't have a chance to let you know about this earlier," Harry's low, raspy voice crackled with regret. "I've already spoken with Thomason to take over running things at the event today, but...I'm so sorry, [Y/N]. The timing of this could not possibly be worse."

"No no, please don't even worry about that right now," you interjected quickly, your mind already whirling with the huge implications of what he was saying. Today was the extremely important Martin gala event - without Harry there to oversee the execution of his highly complicated, avant-garde centrepiece dish, the whole thing could spectacularly fall apart in front of all the big-name food critics and chefs of Chicago.

And yet...none of that professional stuff mattered at all compared to the intensely personal crisis your mentor was going through right now. "Is everything...I mean, is your mom going to be okay?" you asked hesitantly, not wanting to pry too much but deeply concerned.

Harry let out a shaky sigh that made your chest clench with empathy for what he must be feeling. "I don't know yet. They're running some medical tests on her this morning to get more answers, but...it doesn't look good so far based on what they've told me."

There was a heavy pause before he added in a rough, strained voice, "Looks like I've got another big battle ahead of me here."

Despite the gravity of the situation, you felt a pang of fondness at those terse words that sounded so quintessentially like Harry - tackling this heart-wrenching personal turmoil with the same determination and head-on approach he always brought to challenges in the kitchen.

"I'll be okay," Harry stated in a tone that made it clear he didn't want or expect any sympathy or reassurance from you about it. "Right now, all I need is for you to promise me that the gala event today is going to be a complete success no matter what else is happening. Can you handle being fully in charge of running the whole operation and making sure my vision for the centerpiece dish comes out perfectly?"

He didn't need to go into more detail - you knew full well the enormity of the responsibility he was asking you to take on here. Tremors of nerves joined the waves of sympathy and concern roiling through you at the weight of this task. But you didn't hesitate at all before answering.

"You have my word, Chef," you vowed solemnly. "I'll treat this dish and event with the same intense, laser-focused commitment you've been drilling into me from day one - and I absolutely won't let you down."

This time, Harry's answering exhale held the faintest trace of pride and...something more you couldn't quite put your finger on. "I know you won't let me down. I'm gonna have to go take care of things now, but I'll call again later to check in on how preparations are going over there. In the meantime, just stay calm, stay focused, and execute everything exactly like we've practiced over and over again these past weeks."

"I will. And Harry--" you hesitated momentarily before plunging ahead. "I really hope...well, just please take care of yourself too, okay? Sending you all my best wishes for your mom to get through this."

There was a beat of surprised silence before he responded in a gruff but sincere voice, "Yeah...thanks, [Y/N]. I appreciate that."

With that, the call clicked off abruptly, leaving you alone amid the predawn stillness with nothing but the immense weight of the trust and responsibility Harry had placed on your shoulders.

This was by far the biggest professional challenge you'd ever faced in your culinary career. Not just having to pull off executing Harry's avant-garde, innovative, wildly complex dish to absolute perfection under the intense scrutiny of the biggest names and players in Chicago's food world - but doing so while your mentor battled a hugely serious personal crisis unfolding all the way across the country in New York. Just the thought of it made your stomach churn with anxious adrenaline and nerves.

Still...despite the daunting nature of this task, you couldn't help but feel a sense of opportunity arising as well. This was an unexpected and unprecedented chance for you to truly prove yourself at the highest possible level, to rise up and show you had the skills and mental toughness to handle the most intense culinary pressure situations. You'd worked too damn hard, invested too many long hours of sweat and failures in kitchens everywhere to let this monumental opportunity slip through your fingers.

A feeling of steely resolve settled over you as you climbed out of bed and began methodically getting ready to start your day. No matter what curveball life had thrown at Harry derailing his own ability to participate, your role and mission remained unchanged - you made a solemn vow to him, and you utterly refused to let him down when he was counting on you most in this dire moment. This gala would go off flawlessly, the vision and game plan he'd meticulously drilled into you executed with precise mastery down to every last detail. Abject failure was simply not an option today.

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By the time the first pale streaks of dawn began filtering through your windows, you were fully dressed and shoving a high-protein bar into your mouth as fuel while heading out the door to the event venue. Despite the early hour, there was already a palpable buzz and energy of activity when you arrived, crews of staffers and organizers darting around in a highly choreographed frenzy as they put the very final touches and preparations in place.

You spotted Thomason's towering, intimidating form immediately - the harsh sous chef resembled a military general marshaling the troops, barking out orders and keeping everything flowing in an orderly yet intense manner. Straightening your spine, you crossed over purposefully to greet him directly. Thomason's eyes flicked over you appraisingly before giving a short, sharp nod of acknowledgment. "Good, you're here. Let's get you situated and start running through all your station assignments."

Without any further preamble or wasted words, he turned sharply on his heel and strode off at a brisk pace, clearly expecting you to fall into step directly behind him with no delays. Suppressing a resigned sigh, you did just that, matching his stride as Thomason immediately launched into a rapid-fire rundown and delegation of every single responsibility that would fall under your purview for the entire day.

It was...honestly, a staggering amount of crucial tasks and oversight duties to absorb all at once this early in the morning, especially given the giant extenuating circumstance and crisis situation hanging overhead with Harry's absence. But Thomason pressed on in his typical brusque, no-nonsense manner.

Apparently Harry had already briefed the imposing, burly sous chef on the pertinent details of the personal situation he was dealing with, as evidenced by Thomason's uncharacteristic patience whenever you had to pause to fully digest certain instructions or ask for any clarification on assignments. But the gruff kitchen veteran otherwise made no comforting allowances, simply conveying the huge pile of duties you'd need to stay on top of from morning prep straight through to the evening's high-stakes dinner service.

By the time he finally finished laying out the overwhelming laundry list of tasks you were accountable for, a tenuous sense of control had settled over your earlier panic and worries. You could do this. Logistically speaking, it would be the most daunting and high-pressure culinary challenge you'd ever faced by far - but thanks to all the intense training and preparation Harry had put you through, you genuinely felt as ready as you could possibly be. All that remained now was keeping your head down and executing flawlessly with the same pinpoint focus and work ethic he'd instilled in you through those grueling practice runs.

With a grim nod of determination, you turned and started overseeing your assigned kitchen crew in setting up the intricate series of mise en place stations that would be required for pulling off Harry's avant-garde, wildly complex centerpiece dish. All around you, the buzz of frantic activity swelled as area after area of the massive venue was brought online in final preparation for the rapidly approaching arrival times of guests and participants.

Though you kept waiting for the spike of nerves and adrenaline to hit, surprisingly, a strange sense of calm numbness had instead descended over you - the kind that often surfaced in the middle of an intense, all-hands-on-deck dinner rush back at the restaurant. In these do-or-die, make-it-or-break-it kinds of situations, there simply was no spare mental bandwidth available for anything beyond the critical task directly in front of you in that very moment. Distracting thoughts and nerves got shunted aside as survival instincts took over.

And just like that, you lost yourself in the soothing, almost meditative rhythm of prep work, falling into that laser-focused state of dicing, slicing, arranging each individual ingredient component with painstaking, meticulous care according to the detailed specifications Harry had drilled into you over and over. At one point, you absently accepted a bottled water from one of your line cooks with a murmured thanks, but otherwise operated on auto-pilot.

You weren't entirely sure how much time had elapsed before Thomason's gruff bark of "Ten minutes!" roused you from your intense, trance-like focus. All around, your crew instantly kicked into an even higher gear, ferrying the completed mise en place components to the designated plating stations in an efficient flurry of motion. You barely registered Thomason sidling up next to you with an evaluating look on his imposing features.

"You did decent prep work so far, kid," he acknowledged in a tone of voice that was only marginally less dismissive than his usual demeanor. "Now let's see if you can actually plate this bastard of a complicated dish without totally screwing the pooch."

With that uniquely Thomason-style pep talk, he gave your shoulder a clap and then strode off to take his place at the all-important expediting position for the evening's service, leaving you warmed by the backhanded compliment. Coming from the notoriously harsh and miserly-with-praise Thomason, those words were basically the equivalent of an ecstatic rave.

Any boost of confidence was welcome at this point, as the first wave of elite guests began trickling into the dining area right on schedule. You could feel the atmosphere in the room shifting, charging with buzzing energy and anticipation as these influential culinary figures saw the artfully designed space, flipped through the rundown of tonight's prix fixe menu, and speculated about what boundary-pushing creation Harry had surely concocted for his centrepiece auction dish.

Your own adrenaline kicked into high gear as you took your place at the head plating station, flanked by your hand-picked crew who would assist in the extremely intricate assemble of all the individual components coming together. A hush fell over the kitchen as you exchanged looks with your team, giving a final nod of readiness.

"First courses..." came the terse callout from the expo line. And with that, you immediately snapped into focus, hands moving with the precision drilled into them through countless practice runs as you began plating the initial courses.

From there, the entire high-stakes evening blurred into a cyclone of intense concentration and rapid-fire execution, broken only by the occasional smattering of polite applause from the dining room as each new course made its debut to apparent delight. But you remained steadfastly disengaged from all of that, shutting it out entirely as you moved with economical grace from one fastidiously assembled plate to the next in a state of total flow.

You were aware on some level of Thomason periodically prowling the line, sharp eyes scrutinizing every last component with the intensity of a decorated drill sergeant. But his presence was almost soothing in a way, a low-key affirmation that you and your crew were hitting every lofty mark thus far.

Finally, after what felt like both a grueling endurance marathon and the naturally seamless completion of a singular, continuous motion...it was time. All the other courses had been executed flawlessly, clearing the way for the pièce de résistance - Harry's avant-garde centerpiece dish that would cap off the evening. You took a deep, steadying breath as the first calls came in from the expo line.

"Fire one centerpiece!"

Your hands moved with the precision of a surgeon, each practiced motion flowing seamlessly into the next as you began assembling the first plate of the showstopper course. Around you, your crew worked in the same laser-focused unison, handling each individual component with utmost care and attention to detail.

Despite the mounting pressure with every new order fire, that strange sense of calm numbness persisted. There was no mental bandwidth to spare on anything extraneous - your entire world had contracted to these series of sequential tasks laid out before you, each one flowing naturally into the next like a continuous stream.

Plating tweezers arranged the final delicate pour of herb-infused olive oil spheres with the same singular focus as you squeezed the pipette to apply the perfectly calibrated dot of acidic reduction. Not a single movement was wasted, not a component out of place as you slid the finished avant-garde masterpiece across to the expo line for final approval before heading out to the dining room.

"Looked good from here, kid," Thomason's gruff voice sounded in your ear amidst the orchestrated chaos, startling you slightly. You blinked, barely registering the stocky sous chef's towering presence overseeing your shoulder before turning your attention immediately back to the next set of hands firing.

On and on it went in that same relentless yet steady cadence, each nouveau plate a pristine reflection of the focus, intensity, and cumulative skill that had been honed into you over months of Harry's rigorous training. Sweat beaded along your hairline, apron dampening as you moved with increasing speed and efficiency under the mounting pressure of continuous fires.

You were only vaguely aware of the soft crashing waves of polite applause rolling in from the nearby dining room each time a new creation hit the tables. Your ears were trained to more important sounds - the sharp callouts from expo, the curt exchanges between yourself and your crew attempting to maintain the incredible pace.

At one point, you registered Thomason's heavy tread beside you once more, his grizzled voice pitched low to be heard over the controlled pandemonium. "Pretty damn flawless so far, I'll give you that. But don't let your foot off the gas now, we still got a ways to go yet."

A simple grunt of acknowledgment was all you could spare in response as you plated two more centerpiece dishes in rapid succession, sliding them across for inspection. Thomason made a noise of begrudging approval before turning away, freeing you to tunnel-vision once more.

Swaying slightly on your feet from the physical toll and intense focus, you blinked away the spotties at the edge of your vision. There was simply no other choice - failure was not an option, not after everything you and Harry had invested into this critical moment.

How much time had elapsed, you couldn't say. All you knew was the continuous cycle of order fires, the increasingly efficient rhythm of your movements and those of your crew. The end goal of seeing this groundbreaking creation delivered to the last diner with the same polish as the first lone plate.

It was only when the final callout came over the line that reality slowly bled back in around the edges. "Last one, centerpiece! Fire for the panel..."

The clatter of your toolkit was shockingly loud in the relative stillness as you began assembling that climactic plate with even more painstaking care than before. Every component was a masterstroke, each paso doble between you and your crew unfolding in step.

You barely registered Thomason's presence hovering nearby, posture radiating tension and scrutiny, as you slid the final centerpiece across for his inspection. A short eternity seemed to pass as the steely-eyed veteran examined the plate with unsparing intensity from all angles.

At last, he gave a single deferential nod before calling out the fire to the dining room. "Chef's centerpiece...walking!"

A rousing swell of applause rolled back from beyond the partition as you straightened up, only now allowing the descending sense of accomplishment to wash over you fully. It was done - Harry's groundbreaking, avant-garde vision had been executed to utter perfection.

The surrounding kitchen area seemed to slowly reanimate as the rest of the corps d'équipe emerged from their own hypnotrance–states, exchanging tired grins and backslaps of congratulations. For his part, Thomason wore an expression that bordered on...approving?You could never tell.

"You pulled it off, kid," he rumbled in that trademark gravelly baritone. The stocky chef's clap on your shoulder managed to convey impressed respect more clearly than any flowery praise. "Flawless service from top to bottom. I'll be sure to pass that along to Chef Patino when I touch base."

Your face must have reflected the gratified shock you felt at the gruff compliment, as Thomason's mouth twisted wryly before adding, "Don't look so damn stunned. You did good work holding it all together out there tonight. Real good work."

With that, he gave your shoulder one final squeeze before turning to address the rest of the crew and applauds rippled through the kitchen area. But you barely heard any of it over the dull roar in your ears - the mixture of bone-deep exhaustion and sheer disbelief at what you'd all just managed to pull off against seemingly insurmountable odds.

Gradually, the bustle of post-service breakdown routines fired up around you. But you remained still in the eye of that storm for several long moments, simply allowing the profound weight of your accomplishment tonight to sink in fully.

Despite the challenges, the unexpected crises that had threatened to derail everything...your tenacity and the depth of your training had ultimately prevailed. Harry's faith in you had been rewarded with an unmitigated triumph.

The realization brought a surge of fierce pride, tempered only by the hope that your mentor had managed to find some shred of comfort amidst his own turmoil tonight. You knew Harry well enough to be certain he would be dissecting every component, evaluating each nuance of the dish's execution with his trademark intensity even from afar.

And suddenly, you very much needed to hear his voice - to fill him in on all the details, reassure him that you'd kept your word right down to crossing every final T. To...well, to simply share in this significant victory with the man whose driving ambition and belief had made it all possible.

As if summoned by sheer force of will, your phone began buzzing from your back pocket with a familiar caller ID flashing. Stepping aside from the lingering chaos, you swiped to accept the call with your heart lodged squarely in your throat.

"Harry? It's me..."

The voice on the other end sounded tinny and wrung-out, yet still utterly suffused with that unmistakable gravel-rough timbre. "How'd it go, kiddo?"

Despite the bone-weary fatigue dragging at your every muscle, you felt a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you took in the sight of your crew unabashedly celebrating their collective win. "See for yourself."

With a few quick taps, you switched the call over to FaceTime, angling the camera to capture the wild scene surrounding you. Raucous cheers and whoops of victory filled the feed as Harry got an eyeful of his triumphant kitchen corps living it up.

For a long moment, he was silent on the other end, drinking in the rowdy scene. Then, his low chuckle finally filtered through, slightly watery but brimming with unmistakable pride.

"That's my crew," Harry rasped in a voice gone thick. "Well done, team. Well done."

You grinned fiercely at the screen, willing him to feel every ounce of your conviction as you responded. "We did you proud, Chef. Start to finish."

And just like that, the shaky exhale he released said everything his gruff words couldn't. For all his outward bravado and grit, your mentor's steadfast belief had been vindicated tonight - and his faith in you rewarded beyond even his own expectations.

For the first time in weeks, that shaky tension seemed to finally loosen its grip on both of you. Though the road ahead might still be fraught, this evening's triumph had forged an unbreakable bond of shared understanding and trust.

The entire grueling process of preparing for and executing the ambitious centerpiece dish had pushed both your skills, stamina and mental toughness to their limits. But instead of fracturing under such tremendous shared pressure, your mentor-mentee dynamic had been distilled down to its essential core - that of two committed culinary artists striving relentlessly towards the same creative vision, and ultimately emerging unified in the wake of that lofty achievement.

In that moment, any unresolved tensions or lingering frissons of attraction between you were rendered almost quaint, overwhelmed by the profound sense of creative synergy and hard-won victory. Those undercurrents would inevitably resurface later once the high had faded. But for now, you could simply bask in the warm glow of knowing you'd risen to every challenge thrown your way and come out on top.

Harry must have sensed the shift in your demeanor, the way your posture had relaxed slightly without sacrificing any of that fierce determination. His gruff chuckle sounded again through the phone's speaker, drawing your attention back to his careworn but glowing expression.

"Listen, pet..." he began in that trademark rasp, once again hitting you with the nickname that made your heart skip a beat,. "I gotta go take care of some stuff on this end. But we're gonna crack open a couple bottles when I'm back, you and me. We've earned it after pulling off a goddamn miracle like this one."

The very thought of the two of you sharing drinks and cutting loose for once, without the weight of impending culinary obligations hanging overhead, struck you as incredibly appealing after tonight's intensity. A warm smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you gave an emphatic nod.

"You know I'm gonna hold you to that, Chef. I'm thinking top-shelf stuff too, none of that bottom-rung swill."

Harry threw back his head with another peal of laughter. "You got it, you earned it. Gimme a couple days to get things sorted and I'll take you somewhere swanky to celebrate, on me. My way of saying thanks for proving me right about you, Y/n."

Before you could respond, Harry's gaze grew pensive, amusement fading slightly as he searched your expression with uncharacteristic earnestness. "And I mean it, you know. Not just about the drinks, but...well, you really came through in the clutch tonight. I knew you had the skills to pull it off, but seeing you actually do it against those crazy odds? You exceeded every expectation. I couldn't be prouder if you were my own flesh and blood."

You felt your cheeks warming at the uncommon depth of sincerity in his gravelly voice. Though Harry had never been one for emotional vulnerability, in this moment you could see the profound gratitude shining through loud and clear.

"That really means a lot coming from you, Harry," you managed in a slightly hushed tone, momentarily rendered speechless by the unexpected warmth radiating from him. "You know I'd never want to let you down, especially when you were counting on me most."

The tender moment stretched out in weighted silence, intimate currents flowing back and forth even through the crackle of the video feed. Until eventually, Harry seemed to resurface from that unguarded well of sincerity, giving a slightly blustery clearing of his throat.

"Well anyway, you did the heavy lifting tonight," he rallied in his typical all-business timbre, the hoarse bravado back in full force. "I'll leave you and the crew to enjoy your big victory bash. Just try not to get too out of hand with the partying."

He started to shift away from the camera, clearly preparing to disengage, when his hazel-eyed gaze flicked back to pin you with an unreadable look. A ghost of a smirk played around the edges of his mouth as he seemed to drink you in through the video feed.

"Oh, and one more thing, darlin'..."

You felt your breath catch at the rich, velvety timbre Harry imbued that endearment with - a departure from the casual, teasing way he usually deployed such pet names. This particular iteration seemed to caress something deeper, more weighted between you.

"I'm real proud of how you rose above and killed it tonight," he murmured in that same honeyed rasp that raised goosebumps along your skin. His gaze raked over you with unmistakable heat and intent. "Showed me that laser-focused mental strength and fortitude I always suspected was in there."

Harry shook his tousled head slowly, lips still curved in that secretive half-smile. "Gotta admit, I clearly underestimated you in the past, darlin'. Won't be making that mistake again."

The suggestive timbre in which he issued that statement was utterly at odds with the mentor-protegee context you'd been operating in mere moments ago. You felt your breath hitch as a warmth bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly hyper-aware that you were still surrounded by your raucous crew celebrating nearby.

Surely you were reading far too much into Harry's words and tone...except his eyes were gleaming with a combination of heat and challenge as they roamed over your features in a way that made you feel stripped bare. As if he knew full well the dizzying, electrifying effect he could have on you - even through a mere video call - and was shamelessly exercising that power.

You opened your mouth to respond, though what you could possibly say to that molten statement you had no idea. Thankfully, Harry seemed to recognize he was quickly veering into the old inappropriate territory and reigned himself in with a rough throat-clearing.

"Anyway, go have fun with the crew and I'll holler at you in a couple days once I get things sorted out on this end," he concluded, all traces of that heated bravado tucked away once more behind his typical gruff exterior. "You've more than earned it, darlin'."

Another searing look accompanied the purring emphasis he gave that endearment before Harry flashed you a stunningly lopsided grin - then the video feed clicked off, leaving you slightly dazed and flustered in its wake.

A long moment passed where you simply stared at the blank screen, cheeks still burning as your mind raced over the cadence of that parting exchange. From the heartfelt gratitude and rare showering of praise...to that inexplicably molten aside loaded with suggestion, it had all left you feeling deliciously unmoored and off-kilter.

You remained in that uncertain headspace for a while longer, the buzz of your crew's raucous celebration providing a soundtrack as the hours ticked by. Though you made a concerted effort to remain present, to revel in this hard-won moment of glory alongside your teammates, part of your consciousness couldn't help but keep circling back to that searing parting remark from Harry.

You kept thinking about the way he spoke, wondering if there was a hidden meaning behind his words. Suddenly, your long-suppressed feelings for the charismatic chef surged with volcanic intensity, consuming every rational thought until only one truth remained.

You decided you were done hiding your desire for Harry– done keeping that ravenous wanting locked away in the name of professionalism.The next time you saw your mentor, you promised yourself you would be completely honest. No more beating around the bush. Only complete, blazing honesty.

You would openly admit the burning attraction you'd felt since first meeting his intense gaze months ago. You would confront the growing tension from all his suggestive comments.

No more hiding behind being professional. You would put everything out in the open, once and for all. Either Harry felt the same fiery passion...or he didn't, and you could finally move on.

Once and for all.

But the need to finally uncover the truth burned within you, even if it meant risking everything and leaving your heart in ashes - because the constant wondering and uncertainty had become a suffocating torment you could no longer endure. Making that decision lifted a weight off your shoulders momentarily, but you steeled yourself knowing the real challenge still lay ahead, a daunting path that could either lead you to euphoric fulfilment or utter devastation.

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i : "i need you to be strong now, everything that's happening today will somehow serve to bring you to me... your best version. believe in what i'm saying now: we will still have sad feelings about this, it's something that marked us and made us suffer. i need you to dedicate yourself and not give up, make plans. always have a direction! always have dreams and look for things that make you want the best for all eternity. i know things are tough and you're tired of waiting for genuinely good things. there's something difficult for us to deal with besides all of this, you know? something from our inner selves that you refuse to accept happened and refuse to expose and talk about. you're right to preserve yourself, but know that everything you put effort into doing succeeds. our secret will be safe until you want it to be, and can i tell you something? we'll never tell. know that your future will be good, comfortable. you'll have time to feel the cool breeze in your hair and have moments of peace. you may be curious about your career, right? well, listen, you'll be successful. you'll have a stable and admired mind, you can do anything! i'm sorry if i confuse you when i say "you" at some moments and "our" at others. i see us as different people now, who suffer and feel the weight of the present is you, and you will always be proud of your story. i'm in the future, waiting for you to blossom! I'm sorry i can't give you more directions about our future right now, but i'm worried about you. oh, stop apologizing! i hope you'll be alright. with love, your future self."

i see that you might be going through a tough time at the moment. the cards mostly speak about stability. perhaps you're confused about your career, and you might wonder if this reality will change, which can cause you pain.

your future self didn't want to talk about other matters; they are concerned. you'll become even more responsible for yourself and your feelings. i can see that in the future, you may face emotional challenges, and your burden is heavy, but it's alright — you'll manage well and become even more amazing!

ii : "dont worry, your cup will always be full. you will have brilliant moments ahead, so don't lose faith. there's a new version of yourself about to bloom like a black widow flower. this version will be one of the four you'll experience. no, you won't cease to be yourself, but we agree that you need to evolve, right?! in any case, be confident, your next version will teach you cunning and how to handle malicious people, unfavorable situations, and moments of pain. you'll emerge from all the rough situations, knowing how to navigate them unscathed. don't hold onto this current version of yourself; you're feeling sorry for yourself! i apologize for being tough and cold with you; perhaps it's my desperation for having lived your pain and heard your despair without being able to do much. but i believe, you are me, and i once was you! you need to understand that feeling sorry for yourself will make it difficult to leave the past behind, the same lack i felt once and that you still feel: the missing hug, the support that was lacking... the stabs in our backs and the weight on our conscience. i understand it all. when i say not to feel sorry for yourself, i mean you need to detach from this version; it no longer serves you. but if by any chance you don't understand why you feel this way, i can point out a few reasons: you lacked support and didn't receive the value you deserved. always alone, my love? always. you learned through pain to rely on yourself, you supported yourself, wiped your own tears. You embraced your inner child; yes, you are a child. but this child needs to stay, and you need to continue this journey. learn from all of this that you will still be your own support; your inner child knows how to walk and needs to walk alone, take her off your lap. your version will bring you everything you need, and it's written for you. wait to discover that you are one of the most intelligent people someone could meet. know that you will still have the power of communication; know that you will be feared and respected. feared by enemies and respected by friends! you are loving, and you need to continue to be so, you need to find balance. you want to help people in the future, and you will, but to get to me, you need to nurture the love within yourself. you will stop looking at yourself with harsh eyes and discover new spiritual abilities soon. be happy, i'm waiting for you..."

for me, it was touching and straightforward. i see that currently, you might be experiencing moments where you doubt yourself and wonder if you will reach your desired destination, but yes, you will. much depends on us and our well-being, on how our mind is doing. i see you as an intelligent person with potential, but you have been neglected and diminished in the past. there may be psychological issues that hold you back and eat away at you from the inside. fear of not finding love? nah, you will find it. even though you may not have that next version yet, i see positive aspects in you that help you get through all the difficulties you have faced. you are strong and can protect yourself from many things, but there are still challenging things. your intuition and life situations will guide you to where you belong. don't swim against the current; if you feel like doing something, just do it.

iii : "luck is on your side now, and you need to know how to be rational and think about the future, so when tough moments come knocking at your door, you don't see everything as bad and against you. the friends you have today, few will remain by your side later, and the things you value now will lose their significance. cherish the present moments and prioritize those who are prioritizing you now, okay?! i need you to wake up and be more responsible about your future, don't waste time and money! the future is bright, and you will have everything you desire, but if you still think money can buy everything... stop. i don't have much more to say for now, have a good night."

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Chapter 7

Summary: Wanda receives a notice from the Homeowners Association. Y/n goes on a first date with Daisy. And Rachel has her first secret from her parents.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter!! So happy to be writing for this series again. Ugh it was a rough few months but I'm finally getting back on track! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Please lemme know in the comments! Enjoy!

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“Are you fucking kidding me,” Wanda mutters to herself as she reads the letter that was taped to her front door. With everything going on, this has to be the cherry on top. She hates living under a homeowners association. She submitted a thorough request for the expansion that she thought was going to get the approval from them. But instead, she was given a rejection with a notice that someone from the association was going to drop by to review the damage and give her a deadline to have it fixed with the original blueprints. She can't even add windows.

She calls Pietro as she angrily gets into her car to update him in the bad news. “I fucking hate that place,” Pietro says. “Alright well, you tried. I will let Y/n know and cancel a few orders for materials. I'm sorry they rejected you,” Pietro sighs on his end.

“Thank you for all of your help,” she ends the call and continues driving to pick up her boys from their sleepover.

Pietro calls you through the radio to meet him at his office whenever you have a chance. You let him know that you will and when your lunch break comes around, you head to his trailer. You're curious as to why he would need to talk to you. The construction team is ahead of schedule and as far as you know, way under budget. Then you think that maybe Wanda told him about your sleepover and worry that he might've misunderstood his sister.

You knock on the door to his onsite office and he shouts that the door is unlocked. You open the door and climb in. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” he shuts his laptop to focus on you and you begin to worry that he's going to tell you to stay away or something. “Wanda's request for the expansion wasn't approved. We have to undo all of the work we started and put it back the way it was.”

You're relieved that the chat isn't about your night but you're upset by the news. “She can't fight back on this?” You ask as you think of the ways that Wanda could get what she wants.

“She could, but it didn't sound like she had the energy to. And since we don't own the home there's nothing we can do about it.” Pietro explains. You nod with a deep breath and tell him that it sucks before leaving the office promising that you'll see him tomorrow.

After work you send Wanda a quick text letting her know what you think about the situation. When she doesn't respond, you assume it's because she's busy with the boys. Instead of checking your phone every five seconds, you get ready for your date. You shower and put on the nicest clothes that you own. You spend time making sure your hair looks perfect and smelling good.

You drive to the address that Daisy gave you, it isn't Phil's house and you're curious why she's staying somewhere else but when she gets in the car she explains that she doesn't want her dad to know anything about her dating life unless it's someone worth mentioning. “That's pretty much what any single parent does,” you say with a small laugh.

“I know, my friend comes from a broken home. I just thought after a few bad attempts of bringing people to meet my parents it would be best to have my own place when I was in the position to do so.” Daisy says as she fixes her makeup in the sun visor mirror. “You look amazing by the way. I had no idea that you cleaned up so well.”

You smile as you take a moment to look at her during the stop light. “Thank you, I try. You are stunning, Daisy. I think I might lose you at some point tonight. I don't know how anyone will be able to look at anything else.”

Daisy tries to hide her blush as she holds a seriousness in her eyes, “I don't care about anyone else. I only want your attention.” You start to lean in to kiss her but the car behind you honks the horn and you realize that the light is green. “Keep your eyes on the road. Wouldn't want to end up in the hospital on our first date.” She places her hand on your thigh, startling you, and squeezes.

“Woah,” you say as you take her wrist and pull her hand off of you. Instead you hold it in your hand and drive with the other. “How was your day?” you ask in order to start some sort of conversation. The two of you find something to talk about the entire way to the restaurant, easing the nerves that had been eating at the both of you.

When you're seated you notice a couple of guys looking over at your table but you don't think much of it. “Oh this pasta sounds good but so does this one,” Daisy says as she points them out on the menu in front of you.

“They do sound pretty appetizing. How about I order one and you order the other and we split it, so we can try both?” You suggest.

Daisy scrunches her face and denies the idea. “Actually, I think I'm going to get the steak,” she says as she browses the menu more. You nod and start to look for something else on the menu.

After the both of you have ordered you're left staring at each other, sipping your drinks. “Can I ask why you wanted to go out with a single parent?” You finally pose the question that has been haunting you since last night.

“I have always kind of wanted to date you,” she shrugs. “You’re good looking, kind, funny, wise, and have a good heart. What more could a girl ask for?”

You fail at hiding the affect her words have on you and grin as you shake your head. “That is a really sweet answer but I'm trying to figure out what you want from dating me. I mean, I have a daughter and she will always be my number one priority. I know that many people aren't okay with that and-”

“I’m not one of them,” she interrupts as she lays her hand on the table top for you to take. You place your hand on her wrist and the two of you hold each other like this from across the table. “I’ve met Rachel. You've had me babysit her in the past. She's a great kid and I love her. I don't blame you for putting her first. In fact, I respect you for it.”

You fill with relief at her words and nod, “Thank you, I just wasn't sure. I mean, you're in your early twenties. You should be young and free and not dating someone like me.”

Daisy shakes her head, “You're not some decrepit person that can't leave the nursing home. You're still young and free and in your twenties. I don’t know what you think people my age do but I've dated plenty of them. None of them want a real connection outside of physical. Honestly, I'm ready to start thinking about settling down with someone. Build a life, y'know?”

You nod and bite your tongue to keep from pointing out how young she is to start thinking about that stuff. You're in no position to say anything because you don't regret the decisions you've made and you know that at eighteen you wouldn't hear that kind of advice. By twenty-two you probably still wouldn't have listened.

Halfway through what turns out to be a quiet meal, you excuse yourself to the restroom to give yourself some space and a pep talk to stop being so awkward. While you're exiting, your phone starts ringing and you answer when you see that it's Wanda. “Hey you,” you greet as you lean on the wall near the door. “How's your night going?”

“It’s going alright,” Wanda says as she puts the clean dishes away. “Did Pietro already tell you?”

“Yeah,” you say sadly. Someone asks if there’s a line and you shake your head and point to the phone. You move a little further away from the door. “How bummed are you about it?”

Wanda sighs, “Pretty bummed but the boys are home tonight so I can’t drink about it. Which is for the best. Don’t want to start that bad habit.” She starts to wipe down her counters. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much, just having dinner with an old friend,” you say as you glance around the wall to see if Daisy is okay. She looks bored and picks up her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry for interrupting,” Wanda says.

“Don’t be,” you assure her, “I could have not answered, you know? It’s not your fault.”

“That’s true,” she drags out the word in confusion. “Do you need me to come up with an excuse for you? I can have you out of there so fast, no questions asked.”

You laugh at the offer, “No, it’s uh, it’s going.” You notice Daisy checking her watch and looking around the restaurant. You sigh as you figure that you’ve been away for too long. Are you avoiding her? You don’t know. “Which I probably should too. I think I’ve been gone too long, I don’t want her to think I’ve ditched her.”

“Oh my goodness! You’re on a date!” Wanda gasps loudly. “You’re an idiot, go back to her. Don’t tell her you took a phone call either. Just say it was an embarrassing bathroom issue or something just… shit, hang up already!”

You can’t help but laugh at Wanda as she rambles on, “Arlight, I’ll tell her all about my explosive bathroom episode.” Wanda makes a noise but tells you that it's perfect. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say as you end the call and walk back to the table. You feel guilty when Daisy’s eyes shine with relief and so you start rubbing your stomach. “I don’t want to be gross but that food went right through me!” You joke and Daisy laughs telling you that it’s fine. “So, are you thinking about having dessert here or should we go somewhere else?”

Daisy hums in thought and reaches across the table for your hand which you allow her to take, “Depends, do you have any dessert at your place?” she asks flirtatiously, almost causing you to have a coughing fit.

You clear your throat a couple of times as you start to avoid her gaze a bit in order to come up with a proper response. An easy let down that will have her laughing instead of feeling rejected. “Well, I don’t know whatever lies Steve might have told you, but I don’t put out on the first date.” Daisy is confused for a second before she bursts out laughing. You join her a little as you’re able to look at her again.

“Ok, I have to admit. I was kind of testing you with that question and you passed with flying colors,” she says once she has settled down, you let her know that it’s a relief. “I’ve heard of this twenty-for seven cupcake ATM machine and I’ve been dying to try it but haven’t had the chance. Do you think we could do that?”

“Absolutely! Rachel loves that thing,” you say as you start to flag down the waiter to get some to-go boxes for the rest of the food on yours and hers plates. When the bill is settled, you and Daisy head over to the nearest cupcake ATM and you help her learn how to use the machine. She takes videos to share on her social media and even a few pictures with you to keep for herself. You don’t ask why she doesn’t post them because you’re happy to not have that conversation right now. The two of you walk and talk while you eat your cupcakes. She is a bit more relaxed and you have to admit that so are you.

When the date has come to an end, you walk her to her door and wish her a goodnight. “Wait,” she stops you from leaving. “I know you don’t put out on a first date, except for Steve Rogers apparently,” you laugh a little at her statement. “But um, gosh I’ve never had to ask this before.” Daisy blinks a few times before gathering up the courage to ask, “Will you kiss me before you leave?”

You are surprised by the request but it is a date after all. “Yeah, sorry,” you say as you step closer to her. This was weird, you’ve never been asked to kiss someone unless there was tension and right now there wasn’t any. You close your eyes as you lean in and kiss her on the lips. It turns out to be a decent kiss but it doesn’t have you craving more. It’s been a long time since you’ve craved someone. At this point you’re convinced it’s just you because Daisy goes in for more when you try to break away. You kiss her once more to try and clear your head but it still doesn't feel right, so you really take a step back. “I have an early day tomorrow, I’m sorry. I’ll let you know when I’m available next.”

“Okay, yeah,” Daisy nods as she wipes her lips. “I’ll see you then. Or maybe you could stop by the Hub. We don't always have to see each other for dates, you know.” You agree and say that you'll try to stop by without promising too much. “Have a good week with Rachel.” She says with a sweet smile.

“Thank you, I will,” you smile back and walk away.

The next morning you go to Jean’s house to pick up Rachel. While you're waiting, you chat with Jean for a bit about nothing important until you notice her acting a little funny. You ask her what's up. “Nothing, nothing, I don't know anything about anything.”

You shake your head and ask in a low tone to keep Rachel from hearing, “Great, who told you about my date?”

“No one,” she says as she fails to hold back her grin and you ask again. “Okay, it was Anna,” she confesses. You drop your head as you shake it again. “In her defense, it's your fault that you chose my favorite restaurant to take her to.”

“Excuse you, I believe I won that restaurant in the divorce,” you say back lightly instead of reminding her that it was your favorite restaurant first.

“Whatever, I was craving it last night and so we got a pick up order and she saw you when she was picking it up,” Jean finished the story. “She’s cute,” she says next and you take a slow breath.

“She took a picture?” you rub your face, upset by the lack of privacy in your life lately. You never signed up to be a celebrity.

“What? You think I was just going to believe her when she said that? I needed proof!” Jean exclaims, causing you to tell her to quiet down. “Sorry,” she grimaces. The both of you wait to hear any sign of Rachel before continuing. “So, how'd it go?”

“It went,” you reply.

Jean rolls her eyes, “Come on, you can do better than that!”

You sigh and sit up as you think about how to describe the date to your ex-wife. “It was good. A little bit awkward. She’s had a crush on me since she was seventeen, so it's-”

“Hold on what,” Jean stops you with concern and fear in her eyes.

“Oh! Sorry, she's twenty-two, completely legal. Um, remember Phil's daughter? She used to babysit Rach before she went off to college?” You try to jog Jean’s memory and it takes her a second to process. She pulls her phone out to look at the picture again and she starts to finally recognize her.

“Oh?” she says as she straightens up and scowls at the picture. “She looks… grown up,” she says slowly.

“Yeah well, she asked me out and Kate kind of encouraged me to say yes. Then I talked to Phil about it and he seemed to be somewhat okay about it,” you clear your throat as you shift uncomfortably from the lack of playfulness from Jean. “It’s not weird… is it?”

Jean shakes her head, “Just, please tell me that you didn't find her attractive when we had her babysit for us when we were doing couples therapy.”

You pinch your eyebrows together and frown, a little offended by the accusation. “I didn't know her when we were married,” you state first as you try to remember that first year that you worked at the bar. You know that you started there at twenty-one but you don't remember hiring Daisy then or even meeting her. Did you?

“Well, that's kind of a relief, ” Jean mutters. “You got the job working for her dad to help us pay the therapy bills remember? And he offered for Daisy to watch Rachel when we needed,” now she is trying to jog your memory but as you've pointed out before, you don't really like to think back on that year. You shake your head as you come up blank. Is Daisy a year younger than you originally thought she was when you met her? The math isn't really holding up here.

“That doesn't make sense, she said that she had a crush on me when she was seventeen. When we met,” you say. “She would be twenty-one now if we met when I was twenty-one.” You try to understand what Jean is saying.

“Honey, her birthday is July second, she turned twenty-two only weeks ago. And you’ll be turning…” she draws out the end to let you catch up.

“Twenty-eight this year,” you conclude as it all starts to make sense now. “Huh, I really should have paid more attention in school.” Jean laughs because she tried every year to get you to focus more on school instead of her or the next get rich fast scheme you always had cooking up. “Anyway, I wasn’t paying attention to her in that way back then, I promise. It’s still kind of hard for me to think of her in that way. Except it’s not like I still see her as a kid I just think I see her as more of a friend,” you explain.

Jean nods, “So it didn’t go well.”

“I wouldn’t,” before you can say anything else, Rachel is running towards you with the things she wanted to bring with her. “Hey, munchkin!” You rise and greet her with a tight hug. She hugs you back just as tight and it warms your heart knowing that your daughter loves you. “Are you ready? Because we have to get to Ms. Wanda’s a little earlier today.”

“Yup, all ready! I have something I really want to show Billy and Tommy,” she says as she moves her bag around. “That’s what took me so long. Sorry, I needed to get it done before we left. I’ve been working on it all week.” You smile, impressed that she worked all week on something to show her friends.

“It’s okay, I got to catch up with mommy,” you say as you tug one of the shoulder straps on her bag. “Do I get to see what you made?”

“No,” she shakes her head before she turns around and opens the front door. “Let’s go!” She hops to your work truck and climbs in.

You laugh and look at Jean, “Have you seen it?”

She shakes her head, “Nope, she wouldn’t let me or Anna in her room because of it.”

“Wow,” you look at her from the entryway of the home and she is sticking her head out of the window calling for you to hurry up. “I can’t believe it, ten-years-old and she already has secrets from us.”

Jean shrugs, “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“I know but I was hoping for later. Much, much later,” you say as you wipe fake tears. Jean pushes your arm as she calls you ridiculous, you smile as you pull her in for a half hug. “I better go. I’ll see you next week.” She rubs your back and pats you a couple of times.

“You better update me on your whole cradle robbing situation,” she teases you.

“I should have seen that coming,” you walk away as she calls you a few more names, making you laugh all the way to the truck. Rachel asks what’s so funny. “Your mom is a weirdo,” you say. Rachel agrees and then says that momma Anna is even weirder and you have to refrain from laughing by telling her that’s not nice. She says it’s true and you cut the conversation by playing her music on the car stereo.

You and Pietro work fast in rebuilding the wall so that Wanda doesn't get into too much trouble with the representative from the homeowners association. It was turning out to be easier putting it back together than it was tearing it down. Of course though, now you don't have to worry about removing the wrong thing and causing the entire house to collapse. Everyone lucked out that you and Pietro hadn't started on expanding the floor yet. That would have been a little more difficult to fix up in the short window of time that Wanda was given.

When lunch comes you and Pietro scarf the food down in order to keep working. Especially since the new siding for the house got delivered to the job site across town and the two of you had to go pick it up. The original siding for the house was destroyed the previous weekend when the two of you finally made it that far. Pietro thought it would be best to order new material at the time anyway since they would need it to cover the new extension of the house.

All day you and Pietro are working inside and outside of the house to get the wall repaired with the material that you have available at the moment. Unfortunately, the beams that are needed in order to continue won't arrive until tomorrow. Which means that you are heading home earlier than expected. You slowly walk up the stairs to warn Rachel that you're packing up to leave but when you get close to the boy's room, you overhear them talking about some sort of plan.

You take a small peek into the room through the crack in the door that should have been wide open. Rachel was holding up a notebook as if she was presenting to the boys sitting in front of her. That's possibly what she was working on. You try to get a better look by opening the door a little more but it knocks over a noisy toy and causes the four kids to scatter and pretend to look normal. You give Rachel a weird look as she asks you if you're done working. You confirm and then leave her to collect her things so that you can do the same.

“Hey,” Wanda calls as you pass her office on the way back to the stairs. “Do you have a second?” You look around to be certain that she's talking to you before you approach. She isn't on the phone and no one else is in the hall, so it could only be you.

“Uh, sure,” you say as you step closer. You didn't get to interact much with Wanda today and you couldn't tell if it was you avoiding her or her avoiding you. Last night after the awkward kiss with Daisy, you couldn't help but compare how you wanted to kiss Wanda the night before. Then you started to think that maybe if you got to kiss her, maybe it would feel right. But you couldn't test that theory out yet. Not when you're in too deep with Daisy.

“Just for some peace of mind,” Wanda closes her laptop and focuses her attention on you. “And I don't want to make things awkward between us by saying this but, I feel like it kind of needs to be addressed.” Her rambling has you a little concerned but you let her continue. “I know we've said it to other people but I don't think we've really said it to each other. Um, we are just friends, right?”

There is a slight pain in your chest when she says that but it's the truth. “Of course,” you say confidently. “Yeah, we're just friends,” you state again, this time with an unintentional undertone of disappointment. You clear your throat and look back before stepping in the office a little more. “Why did you feel like that needed clarification?” You ask, against your better judgment.

Wanda looks around her desk as if she wrote the answer somewhere but not a single blueprint can help her. “No reason it's just, I don't know… well, so many people assume things and I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Yeah, that's it. Just, I don't know. Forget I asked,” you don't press for more because you can tell that part of her might feel the way that part of you feels but you aren't quite sure what to do with that feeling.

“Okay, well, we're done for the day, I was about to-”

“How was your date?” she interrupts and your eyebrows shoot up as your mouth shuts.

“Uh it was okay,” you say. You're not used to so many people knowing about your dating life. “I don't see a wedding anytime soon but it was good. We'll probably try to go out again when I don't have Rachel.”

Wanda nods, “That’s fun, that's fun. How um, how long have you been seeing her?”

“Yesterday was our first date, actually you met her. She was the waitress at the, ehem, the bar we met up at,” you say awkwardly. It feels like the two of you are trying to be friends. This conversation doesn't feel as natural as any other conversation.

“I remember her,” she is a little disappointed that you chose someone younger but it's not her life. She might only be feeling this way because her ex-husband cheated on her with a college student.

“Yeah, um,” you start to explain yourself once again but Rachel runs to your side and grabs your hand asking if you're ready to go. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell Wanda who stands from her desk and walks over to you and Rachel to give proper goodbyes. She hugs both of you separately and thanks you for all of your help. You finally make your way downstairs and decide to leave the tools since Pietro already put away the dangerous ones.

You leave the home conflicted by the conversation with Wanda but by the time you get home, you decide to not read into it too much. The two of you are friends and that's all you will ever be.

On Wednesday, the representative from the homeowners association arrives in the early afternoon to inspect the house. On Sunday you and Pietro were so close to finishing the wall but it was going to take another day or two. Wanda was fine with explaining to whoever she had to that it was going to be fine.

She was starting to get fired up again about it being her house so she should be allowed to do as she pleased. Especially when she received an email explaining that the appointment was rescheduled due to them wanting the entire house inspected. Which meant that she had to make sure the house was spotless. Especially the former man cave which she hasn't seen since Pietro destroyed everything. She hadn't known that you and him already cleaned up the mess until she made her way down there.

The space needed some dusting and vacuuming but beyond that, it was clean. Luckily Pietro only trashed the stuff in the boxes that didn't include the furniture or the television. So the room still looked pretty decent, better even without all of the junk on the walls.

As Wanda guided the woman around the house after she assessed the wall, she noticed that the woman was being a little bit flirty towards her. She wasn't sure if she was making it up or if she was misreading some of the woman's remarks. But Wanda was kind of into it. She hadn't been with a woman since her sophomore year of college. Raven Darkholme lived a couple doors down from hers and the two found themselves being left in the common area and locked out of their rooms often. One thing led to another and they dated for a solid six months before Wanda met Vision while taking his class.

“I don't see any issues here, Mrs. St-”

“Actually it's Ms. Maximoff,” Wanda corrects. “I’m not married anymore,” she adds although she wasn't sure if that was necessary information.

“My apologies, Ms. Maximoff,” the woman smiles and looks her up and down before continuing. “As I was saying, other than the obvious incident with the wall which you said you're having repaired, I don't see why my visit was necessary. But I can't deny that I'm not happy to be here.”

Wanda is starting to realize that it isn't in her head at all. “I must admit, I wasn't too thrilled about today, Ms. Romanoff. But it's been a relief knowing that my house is up to the HOA’s standards.”

“Look, I know that this is totally inappropriate and unprofessional but um…” the inspector grabs one of her business cards and scribbles down her personal phone number. “Call me, if you're interested in letting me inspect you.” She says flirtatiously as she hands Wanda the card. The brunette blushes as she tries to hide her grin. That was quite a line.

“I will keep that in mind, but you should know. I'm a mo-”

“Mother of two boys? Yeah, we covered that when we walked around upstairs,” she finishes Wanda’s sentence.

Wanda laughs as she is flustered, “Right, sorry, I'm just. Sorry, this hasn't happened to me in um years.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Natasha says. The two stand in the living room space staring at each other until the blonde's watch goes off, reminding her of her next appointment. “I better get going. I have another inspection in fifteen minutes. I'll let the board know that you're clear and that they don't need to send anything else. Call the business number on there when you have the wall finished and I'll send the paperwork to the board so that they'll leave you alone.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Wanda says carefully.

“It's my pleasure,” Natasha says as they walk to the front door together. “I hope to hear from you soon.” The woman walks away and this is one time that Wanda is relieved that her boys aren't here with her to witness that interaction. She shuts her front door and bites her bottom lip as she looks at the phone number on the card. Natasha even drew a little heart above the number. Maybe she is ready to start putting herself out there. This just wasn't what she ever imagined.

Chapter 8

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nix-writes-mcyt · 4 months

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Reunited

Oneshot Tango x Reader Contains: Fluff -----------------------

With a sigh, you rise from your seated position, checking the clock again. 10.03am. Mornings are long these days, and not just because it's summer.

No, that's how it would be anyway. But these mornings drag even more. These mornings are unusually quiet and uneventful. You have no Tango to make them anything else.

He's been gone for so long now. At this point, you've lost track of the weeks, but it's got to be nearing three months now. Perhaps that's passed already.

At first, you kept going as per usual, seeing hermits you'd normally see, getting in on the community projects. Lately you just haven't had the motivation. You've not even ventured outside your base.

You spend much of your time in the cottage you built for Tango and you at the beginning of the season. You've added a few things to the grounds outside since Tango has been gone, but nothing major. You don't want to remove all the Tango from this space.

It's safe to say you miss him. No one can doubt that.

You glance out of the window as you walk past, the giant silhouette of Deep Frost Citadel no longer intimidating. At this point it only brings you sorrow.

You've spent many an hour staring from various windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one you love. Hoping he will come home at last. Sometimes you think you see something moving in the distance, but who knows? Maybe you're too far away to tell.

Your communicator beeps quietly in your pocket, it's not an uncommon occurance but it doesn't happen often still. Every now and then someone will check up on you, see if you're okay since you're not venturing out as much any more. That's what you expect this message will be too.

You're pleasantly surprised when it isn't. When the message reads - <Xisuma> I'll be 5 minutes, be ready to leave. Or else ^.^

The threat and uncharacteristically cute face give you mixed messages, but you decide you'd rather be safe than sorry. X isn't very threatening, sure, but while you don't think he'd hurt a fly you've never seen him in that situation to be sure.

So you move away from the window and go sort yourself out for company.

Before you know it there is a pounding at the door, you find yourself pulling on your footwear and trying not to smack your face into the wall as you rush to silence the knocking.

Xisuma looks unimpressed, or so you think behind the mask anyway, pulling you out of the house.

"We'll I'm at least glad I didn't have to drag you out of the house." He says, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. The emphasis on the word 'you' seems strange, but you decide not to question it.

Xisuma gives you some coordinates, just in case, but tells you to just follow him and it'll be easier. He shoots off into the sky, making flying look easy.

You've not flown in some time. While there is some muscle memory it's certainly rough going. You're a little all over the place for the first five minutes, but you settle back into it fast enough.

The landing isn't particularly smooth, not at all. You almost go flat on your face, but manage to save it last minute and roll.

Xisuma helps you up, not uttering a word or any kind of an expression. Once you're on your feet he immediately sets off walking.

You follow behind him as best you can, relying on the small path. Here the trees are thick, the spruce forest pretty dense. It's beautiful though, the dark green of the leaves glowing from the sunlight above. Moss covers most of the podzol, small white flowers managing to grow over the layer of green.

You haven't been walking for long when Xisuma comes fully back into sight, a clearing up ahead.

Here you're able to see the sky once again, but that's not the most impressive feature. There is grass here, mixed with the moss, on it grows many many flowers of all different colours.

Hidden in the tree line you spot a small building, but see no door for it. Not that it seems you'll be going over there.

X pulls out a picnic blanket, laying it in the center of the clearing. "Care to sit?" He suggests, nodding in approval when you take a seat on the blanket.

Then Xisuma leaves without a word, moving towards the small building. You think of asking him what he's doing but decide not to. That's a man that works in mysterious ways.

Being alone again makes you miss home. You haven't left in so long, not that it isn't nice to, it's just who knows how far you are from Tango.

You can feel the sadness that comes with that thought rising in you. Xisuma disappears and you sigh deeply, choosing to focus on the trees just past the building.

This keeps you occupied until Xisuma reappears. Not that he really looks like himself, the helmet and armour is gone or covered up by long, black robes lined with blue. His eyes glow frosty in the darkness cast by his hood.

This isn't Xisuma at all. This is "Tango?"

"The one and only, my love." He takes a seat in front of you, taking down his hood. His hair is a mess, you can see the dark circles that have formed under his eyes. He looks paler now than he ever has. But it is, unmistakably, Tango.

You forget any sadness, any anger that you haven't seen him sooner. All you feel is happiness in this moment. Especially as he shuffles and pulls you into his side for a hug.

"I'm sorry it's taken so long to do this. I lost track of time in the dungeon." His voice is sincere, you know he's not lying. You had also lost track of the time in your own home waiting for his return.

"I would have waited forever to see you again." You say in return. Your eyes meet Tango's, his expression is still sad.

"I know you would, as I would for you. But let's be honest, all this time apart hasn't done either of us very good." You nod in agreement. It's not like he's wrong.

The time apart has done a number on you both, it seems silly when you look at it in hindsight. All the problems being apart for so long has caused. You can't change that now, but Tango speaking once again fills you with hope.

"I'm coming home. Every night. No excuses. I even got a Bdubs Offical.' Tango smiles now, a smile you've missed dearly. He waves the clock around, taking the time to point out the Bdubs signature on the back.

You wrap your arms around him, the joy you feel taking over your entire body. Tango holds you just as tight, as if to say he wasn't going to let go again.

You make a mental note to thank Xisuma for bringing you here, for just generally being there for you. It's good to have friends that care about you. It's good to have Tango back If he belongs.

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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As always this is just an idea from me to you <3 Today I went out to do some adult things so to speak, pay house bills and stuff, the point is that when I was coming home SOME GUY I DIDN'T KNOW WHISTLED AT ME AND I'M SO ANGRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING.

So the thought that occurred to me was: y/n tells Lyle/Miles about these types of situations and Lyle/Miles does something about it against this guy. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see these kinds of people get beat up.👹👹

Again so sorry that happened, been in situations like that myself and its just awful. Lets imagine him getting his ass kicked by 2 big blue boys!

warnings: cannon typical violence, harassment, groping, swearing

Lyle x Human!Partner

Lyle was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, handsome and he just made you feel so appreciated. His hugs were the best cure for a rough day at work and that's just what you were on your way for.

For some god damn reason all the files you had to send just wouldn't work digitally. So instead you'd spent the better part of the day running paper files back and forth the base. Your feet ached and your mind was spent. You could think of nothing better than being enveloped in your lovers huge warm frame.

It was then a sharp whistle startled you, causing the coffee in your cups to slosh out onto your skin. You hissed at the scolding contact, rushing to the windows to set the cups down.

"Sorry sweet-cheeks! Coffee looks to be as hot as you." A man shouted to you from across the hall. You ignored his remark shaking the liquid from your fingers. You glanced back to see him, tall, broad and coming right towards you.

In a sudden panic you grabbed your cups, pacing quickly ahead as you heard him shout.

"Hey wait! Sorry sugar, let me see." He hollered, footsteps pounding after you. You quickened your pace, the thundering of your heart quickening in your ears. When had the halls gotten so dim and where was anyone. Alone you felt your ears ring, anxiety fizzing.

You knew him. Well you didn't know his name but you'd seen him around plenty. The creep just couldn't shut his filthy mouth. Always commenting on your clothing or just whistling. A few times he'd tried to get to you but you'd always been around others or able to dart out of sight. Right now there was no escape and he was getting closer.

"Stop you bitch! Someone's talking to you." He roared, his voice so much closer behind you. In a second his hand wrapped around your bicep with bruising force. He wrenched you to face him, the coffee cups clattering to the tile as he continued to scream at you.

You wished you'd have let Lyle come get you. He'd been more than happy to come escort you ever since he'd heard about this asshole. He was itching to show this punk who he was messing with, teach him some manners. You'd just felt guilty asking him to go out of his way after a long mission. You'd wanted to surprise him with hot drinks and cuddles.

"Dumb fucking cunt, can't follow a stupid instruction..." He trailed off. Through tears you saw his blanched face, features slack as his eyes followed up several feet above your head.

"Suggest you start apologizing now." You heard behind you, the voice of your boyfriend cutting through your thundering heart and the pain in your hands and arm. The man's grip released immediately and his hand shot back to his side as he continued staring up to Lyle. You felt his own fingers resting gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight that squashed all fear.

"Look I'm sorry man, I didn't know she..." He babbled. In a flash he was sent sprawling to the floor, hand rushing to cover his broken nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he whimpered.

"To them!" He growled, baring his fangs as he straightened back up after his punch. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fist, ready to strike again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I won't do it again, not to anyone I promise!" He scrambled back, eyes darting between yours and Lyle's. You nodded and with a flick of Lyle's chin the man scrambled to his feet, scurrying off down the hall.

"Aww baby let me see." Lyle cooed, his voice softening. Lyle's cool fingers brought your reddening hands up. You met his eyes, the twist of rage swept away by his concern. His thumb swept a tear from your cheek before he pecked it.

Despite yourself you giggled, allowing him to scoop you up.

"Come on let get you seen to." He grinned. The same hand that struck out now gently resting under your knees.

Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Reader

There was no hiding anymore. No scurrying by unnoticed or blending in. You were over 7ft of blue recom now. Despite the strength and endurance your new body gave you, you still felt vulnerable. For all the power you had physically at your finger tips you felt helpless in this situation.

For a couple weeks now they'd been following you. At first you hadn't been sure. They'd been there in the canteen when you ate, or in the gym at the same time. Then you'd seen them more in the halls, always just heading the same way until one day you darted into an office. You watched the small group fan out, heading down different paths in search.

Your stomach dropped that moment. You couldn't justify it in your mind anymore, they were stalking you. It was after that they started to get bolder.

You supposed all pretense was over, they figured they'd been caught and were pushing your boundaries. They'd whistle together as you passed, laughing when your ears pinned back. Then came the comments, sexual innuendos or remarks about your new body.

What could you really do? If you got mad, retaliated they'd go crying off to the General or worse your Colonel. Who'd they really believe anyway and it's not like HR would side with you. They'd make something up, twist it to be your fault. Claim innocent as they cowered from your fangs. So you stewed in your discomfort for weeks.

You'd just joined your team at lunch when you felt a shiver run up your spine. You didn't even have to turn to know they'd come into the cafeteria. Still you couldn't help the way your tail thrashed or your ears pinning back.

Miles noticed, his eyes flicking up mid bite, eyebrow cocked. You couldn't meet his gaze, cheeks burning. You just prayed they'd leave you alone, that they wouldn't shame you in front of your team.

"Oh hey Y/n!" You heard the man call, his voice sing song as he grabbed your tail. You shrieked, the violating contact was a new low for him.

"Aw kitty don't be like that, just wanna play." He crooned, hand smearing down your tail before he slung it over your shoulder. You wanted desperately to shove him away, to hiss and claw but he couldn't have picked a worse time. No way you could act out like that right in front of Quaritch.

"Good kitty" he purred, stinking breath fanning out against your cheek. His other hand crept up making contact with your chest before groping your breast.

Your eyes flicked to meet Miles in a panic, a desperate plea. His jaw was tense, teeth grinding and something manic in his bulging eyes. In a second he had the man half pulled across the table by his collar, hissing wildly in his face.

You were stunned, frozen in place whilst Quaritch proceeded to throw the man to the ground. He screamed, scuttling back before Miles foot slammed down onto his chest. He let out a pathetic wheeze, finger nails clawing at a boot the size of his torso.

"Fuck that's the Colonel." You heard shrieked, turning just in time to watch the man's friends abandon him. He heard it however, hand stilling as he stared up in terror.

"Tch, should have your tongue for that, maybe a few less digits if you don't know to keep 'em to yourself." Quaritch growled down, a manic grin spreading across his lips.

"Colonel!" A firm voice sounded. Another choked breath left the man as Miles leaned more weight down his leg before he lifted his boot. The man scrambled back and to his feet, though his legs shook so hard it made him stumble.

Quaritch's face fell before turning calmly to General Ardmore and offering her a salute. The table followed suit, your own body reacting on muscle memory as your mind still reeled.

Ardmore gestured Quaritch to follow before sauntering off. He turned back to the man, his tail thrashing behind him and the wicked grin returning.

"Happy huntin'" Quaritch drawled in a low register to the man. Quaritch moved to your side, a tight smile on his lips. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before following after Ardmore.

The man went to leave but Fike leaned suddenly towards him. He squeaked stumbling into a run out the doors. Around you your team broke into laughs. You knew you'd have a lot to explain later but for now you just felt safe at last.

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 8 months

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Hi, it's me again! I hope I'm not being annoying, but can I have headcanon for M6 with a MC who accidentally took aphrodisiac? Thanks!

Not annoying at all! Happy to be your smut dealer lol

Before we start, a disclaimer: I imagined this scenarios in a situation of uncinditional trust and consent. I've often read of "funny" fantasy situations with potions & love magic involved where one character ends up being intimate with another just because they unknowingly took (or were given!!!) something to have them behaving in that way. To me, this is the fantasy equivalent of rape. Having someone consent to sex or being involved in a continuative relationship while under the effect of *anything* it is not ok. So, I really want to specify that this HCs are consensual, and happen in an established, explicit relationship in which consent is unconditional (of course, such a situation is possible only in a fantasy setting. No irl relationship has unconditional and total consent).

Aphrodisiac Headcanons

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Tw: light bdsm, embarassment, rough

There are a few things to keep in mind while working at a magic shop. First thing is, there are no such things like "substitutions". When cooking, you can switch eggs with seed jelly and flour, or butter with milk, and expect a decent result. With magic, you can't. You know this, but sometimes mistakes do happen. Switching sage with white sage it's so easy in a dark evening... and breathing in the vapors that rise from the cauldron can create unexpected events.

Portia is delighted by your attentions, today. She can't wrap her head around why you're so eager to see her, though. You knew she was working, but couldn't stay away from her... after all, the palace is so big that's easy to "get lost" in it, and the thunderstorm is dark and noisy... Who will be able to hear her moaning?

She's on her knees now, her head firmly pressed against your groin by your greedy hands. It wasn't hard to get her there: you brought her to the brim of an orgasm as she had her hands buisy doing laundry, and then threatened her to leave her that way if she didn't follow your indications. Luckily, she didn't see through your bluff, and literally fell at your feet... but in reality, you could have never truly resist to make her come.

Lucio doesn't seem to realize what happened. Of course you can't wait to be with him! You end up spending the day in bed, going so many rounds that eventually the bedsheets are soaked in sweat... and something more.

When Lucio is finally drained and exhausted -for the first time you bettered him!- he starts wandering how the hell your all up and ready for more. He tries to go one more round, but he's done, and almost passes out on top of you. You look at him sleeping, wondering if you could hack his magical gauntlet somehow to ho ahead, but eventually you decide to let him sleep. Who knows, maybe Nadia is still awake...

It takes a few seconds for Asra to understand what's happened. He stops you halfway, he takes a look at your mistake and he knows right away that him alone would end up destroyed before you'll be satisfied. The solution it's clear and simple. Orgy.

-work in progress! Tumbr app is giving me some problems lately ^^" I'll add the other m6 in a bit

One thing Asra doesn't lack is a wide list of friends who will gladly have a ride. The desert house is the perfect place, so isolated and silent... well, until it's filled up with moans. As you're engaged in various filling activities, you cast a glance at him, and see him sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by men and women both, almost like an ancient dionysian demigod in a bacchanal.

At first, Muriel doesn't understand why you're like this, today. When you manage to stop blabbering and staring at his bare chest, you explain to him what happened. He's not exactly embarrassed, but he doesn't want to be with you if he has reasons to think you only want him because of some external factor. So, you ask him, you beg him and you pray him and cry, because you need him to fuck you, but there's no way to convince him.

Eventually, he agrees to lie down next to you, on his bed. You spend the night trebling close to his body, wishing to have more than his body heat that radiates from the tight hug he's holding you in. By the morning, you're exhausted and your tights are so, so wet. The effect is wearing out.

Only then, Muriel agrees to take you, slowly, as you struggle to stay awake just as your body struggles to stretch around his girth. He has a sweet smile, now that he knows you want him nonetheless... but is there a glimpse of fun in his eyes?

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filmtv2022 · 3 months

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Moving Forward: Chapter Three

(18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Synopsis: The first day of training goes just about as poorly as one could expect when Y/N and Jake get paired up to fly together. Events from the past prove to be problematic even in the present as Y/N an Jake struggle to find a way to work together after a shared tragedy ruined so much for both of them. Bradley, lost as to how to navigate the situation, tries to help, but finds himself in rough waters with his former best friend (reader).

Warnings: language + injury recovery + reference to past accident of some kind

A/N: Well... I don't know if anyone cares about this story anymore (it's been ages since I updated), but I promised myself that this year I'd write what I wanted and what felt good. I finally had the inspiration to return to this story, and I'm glad I did. Here's to hoping that I can keep going with this story. As always, I apologize for any mistakes.

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The roar of jet engines tearing through the sky refocused you on the present but did little to settle your nerves. You paced quietly along the back side of the room, your eyes glancing over the sea of pictures that covered it. There was one in particular that caught your attention. You’d seen a copy of this one many times before as it hung from the wall of your father’s office. Running your fingertips over the frame, you easily found the familiar faces captured amongst the rows of aviators. The youthful smiles of Maverick, Goose, and your father warmed your heart. But there was always a level of sadness and wondering tacked onto the love and admiration. What would things have been like if Goose was still alive?

“All right, next up we have Kazansky and Seresin.” Hondo’s commanding voice called into the room.

Ignoring the snide comments Jake continued to throw in your direction you made your way down to the tarmac. Your pre-flight checks took you past Rooster who sat catching his breath after pounding out his 200 hundred push-ups. His eyes caught the other aviator who followed a good distance behind, and a surge of worry tightened in his chest as he saw that it was Hangman. Taking advantage of the fact that Jake wouldn’t be able to hear, he shouted a word of warning.

“Watch your back up there, Kazansky.”

“Worry about yourself, Bradshaw.”

Bradley’s retort was lost in the sound of engines flaring overhead, leaving you to pound further down the tarmac toward your jet. Following the proper protocol, you entered the pilot’s seat, the heat rolling off the dark pavement already had sweat pooling along your hairline. Sliding into a seated position, the ever-present ache in your hip flashed anew, sending shooting pain along the outside of your leg. The air caught in your chest and forced you to close your eyes and breathe through the spasm.

Knowing you could no longer put it off, your heart fluttered wildly as your trembling hands flipped switches without thinking. The motions were second nature even after all this time away. Things moved quickly and then there was nothing more you could check, it was time. Pushing back from your spot, you were given radio clearance to take your place on the runway. With one final go-ahead from the tower, you were off, barreling down the tarmac and into the sky.

Hanging as low as the hard deck would allow, you watched and waited to see what Hangman would do, his slippery nature in the air was a well-known hazard. For the time being, he stayed a reasonable distance above you as if getting too close would cause him to falter. Eventually, even he got antsy as signs of Maverick remained non-existent. Unwilling to wait it out, Jake peeled off into the sun where you lost track of him visually.

“And there he goes. Typical, Seresin.”

“Feelin’ lonely, Riot? There’s plenty of room up here if you’re willing to get up off your safety blanket.”

“Screw you, Bagman.”

Jakes, hard laughter poured through the comms. It didn’t take long for Pete to catch up to him, the two were locked in a battle of speed and wits. Continuing to listen in silence, you heard the banter between the captain and Hangman as Pete closed in on the younger pilot.

“Riot, where the hell are you?! Get him off my tail?!”

“I’m not the one who flew away from my wingman, Seresin. You need some help, you know where to find me.”

Lightening fast, Jake swept back into view with Maverick hot on his tail. They were flying toward you from the rear, the aim was clearly to utilize the blaring sun to blind you until the last second, but you knew Pete and Jake too well.

Breathing slowly you heard Maverick aim at Hangman, hitting his target with exacting precision. Now it was just you and Mav. The rest of the world fell away with the remaining nerves that’d kept you glued in place. This left you free to calculate when to move. Unwilling to rush the process, you waited patiently, biding your time. The only change to your flight path was a gradual upward movement to gain enough altitude to maneuver safely. Clocking his final approach you pulled back hard as the whining tone of an approaching jet poured into your headset. Lifting your jet up and over Maverick’s left you in the perfect position to take the shot. Without hesitation you connected, your aim sure and true.

“That’s a kill! How you feelin’ old man? Had enough yet?”

Maverick’s laughter filled your ears as he caught his breath, “Jesus, Kazansky where the hell did ya learn that?”

“It’s straight out of your playbook, Mav.”

“Remind me to send an apology to your father for teaching you that.”

“Don’t worry, he already knows you’re a terrible influence.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get yourself down to that tarmac.”

“You got it, captain. Also, Mav?”

“Yes, Riot?”

“Take ‘er easy with those push-ups. We wouldn’t want to have to call in a medic to scrape your ass off the pavement, now would we?”

Another bout of barking laughter tore through the comms. Still a little hazy, you found your way back to the runway and proceeded to move through the end-of-flight procedures. The adrenaline wore off more quickly than you hoped, leaving behind the nasty ache of still-healing injuries. With everything in working order, you gingerly reported back to the ready room. The audible buzz from inside the space was evident even before the door was open. The thrill of it pulled a meek smile from deep within even as your steadiness waned.

Shoving the door open with your good hip, you fought against the bone-deep exhaustion. The rest of the crew erupted into enthusiastic congratulations. The rough pats on your back were far too aggressive given the lack of familiarity. Each touch jolted your body, leaving you more desperate to sit down. Everything was stilted and stiff as your body screamed. Simply walking sent shock waves through your nervous system. Masking it as best you could, you nearly collapsed into one of the more cushioned seats and rested your head against your hand. Waiting out the spasms, your eyes shut tight in a feeble attempt to block out the rest of the world. Still keyed up, the rest of the crew flew back to the window in the hope of catching Maverick in the thick of his “punishment”.

Across the room, Bradley looked your way for the first time since your interaction on the tarmac. What others had easily passed off as exhaustion, he saw through immediately. You were suffering… in more ways than one. The tension in your body paired with the furrow of your eyebrows was more than enough to clue him in. He’d seen that look of anguish only a few times before, but the sight of it was burned into his memory. Breaking away from the group, Bradley started in your direction, but the jarring smack of metal against drywall rang through the room freezing him in place.

Tearing his focus from you, he watched as Hangman stormed into the room. His helmet was held in his outstretched hand as his attention fell directly on you.

“What the fuck was that Riot?”

“Not now, Jake… please.” Your eyes remained shut in the hopes that it would calm his tantrum.

“No! You don’t get to slide out of this one, Kazansky! Your bullshit cost me up there. If this had been anything other than training, I’d be dead.” Jake’s eyes narrowed as he took another step closer. His shadow now loomed over your body, “But then again, that’s just your style isn’t Y/N… who cares who you bury, as long as you come out on top, isn’t that right?”

Your eyes snapped open, fury glimmered in your steely gaze. Rushing to your feet, you ignored the screaming throb in your hip and knee as your hands came up, hard and fast reaching for Jake. Making contact with his chest, you pushed with every ounce of strength you could muster, sending him back a few steps as your voice cracked, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Seresin!”

Taking a quick step past him, determined to extricate yourself from this situation as fast as possible, the tug of Jake’s hand on your wrist had you turning on him. A rabid look took over your features, pinning him into place. Letting go of you, he spoke quickly, his volume continuing to rise as he fired more shots across the bow.

“Really?! Because I think I know better than every goddamn person in this room! Do you want to tell ‘em or should I? Because they deserve to know just what kind of coward they’re flying with.”

“Fuck off, Bagman!” stepping back into his space you once again reached for Jake, but your movement was cut off.

Seeing that unhinged look in your eyes, Bradley had moved out of pure instinct to your side, his hands closing around your biceps as he hauled you back from the edge of something you were sure to regret.

“Y/N, stop.”

Prying yourself from Rooster’s grasp, you whirled around, snarling at him, “Stay the hell out of this Bradshaw.” Bradley’s normally stoic face flinched almost imperceptibly at your words.

Wasting no time, you turned back to face, Jake who’d had enough presence of mind to take a few steps back. The rest of the aviators stared in silent horror at the scene that had unfolded in front of them.

“And don’t you ever pretend like you know what happened that night. Because trust me when I say, if I could trade places with them, I’d do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”

Storming away from the ready room, you let the door crash back against the frame behind you. Not bothering to hold yourself together any longer, the tears flowed down your cheeks in hotlines, and your nose burned with emotion. Swallowing hard, you found your way to the locker room, tearing off your flight suit the second you cleared the door. Discarding it in your locker, you worked with unsteady hands to pull on the jeans you’d brought to wear for your ride home, but you didn’t get far in the process before your knee gave out.

Collapsing in on itself, you buckled, sending yourself in a crumpled heap to the floor. Your hands smacked against the wooden bench in a reflexive attempt at slowing your fall. The swift thwack reverberated through the empty space as you rested your forehead between your outstretched hands. Breathing slowly, you fought against the memories that threatened to flood back. The tick of the clock on the wall marked the passing of time, but it was meaningless in your stupor. With each grounding breath, you regulated your heart rate enough to move to sit on the bench. Resting back against the brick wall, your shoulders slumped with the weight of the world.

If it wasn’t for the creaking groan of the locker room door swinging open, you’d have sat like that forever. Instead, the grating noise sent your eyes snapping open, a counterargument perched on your tongue for whoever decided to confront you about the shitshow that had unfolded earlier. Forcing yourself to meet them, you focused your attention on the spot you knew they’d soon inhabit. The heavy fall of boots on tile echoed for a few seconds longer before their owner turned the corner. A wave of thankfulness that it wasn’t Hangman was quickly washed away by the fact that Bradley Bradshaw stood before you. Stopping at the edge of the lockers, he stayed silent watching you watching him.

His flight suit was tied around his waist, leaving his strong arms exposed as he crossed them in front of his chest. The look on his face was confusing, a warring mix of so many things. On one hand, he looked like he was about to throttle you for the way you acted earlier. On the other hand, he looked broken as if seeing you like this was more than he could handle. Like it was taking everything in his being to keep from crossing the room and holding you in his arms.

The two of you stayed quiet for a few more seconds, but it was finally Bradley who broke the silence.

“Are you okay?”

Staring back at him, you kept a deadpan look fixed to your features, afraid of what he’d see if you let it slip, “I’m fine, Bradley.”

“Come on now, Y/N. You know that’s not true. What the hell happened back there today?”

“First of all, why do you suddenly care how I’m doing? Because that hasn’t seemed to matter to you in a very long time. And more importantly, I don’t need your pity, Bradshaw. What happened between me and Hangman has nothing to do with you.”

“But it-”

“Don’t you dare try to pull the, ‘But it does matter to me, we’re on the same side’ bullshit. You and I haven’t been on the same side in a long fuckin’ time. You worry about you, and I’ll worry about me. End of story. Okay?”

Turning away from him, you picked up your bag and started zipping up the pockets. With your back to him, the clip of his boots on the floor gave away his continued approach.

“It’s not okay, you’re not okay.” stopping a few steps shy of you, his hands dropped to his sides, fists clenched tightly, “Just talk to me, Y/N.”

Turning to face him, you glared at him as you spoke, “Honestly, I don’t give a shit what you think, and you’re the last person I care to talk to right now. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to fly this godforsaken mission, and if I’m lucky enough to live through it all… I’d like to keep moving forward with my life.”

“You sound just like Hangman when you talk that. Maybe you two really do deserve each other.”

A momentary flash of surprise, and hurt passed over your features. Caught off guard, your next words were shakier than you’d have liked given the circumstance, “You’re right, Bradley… maybe we do deserve each other. At least with Jake, he doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not.”

Throwing the heavy bag over your shoulders you flew past Bradley, leaving him to flounder in stunned silence.

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick

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jaylleoo14 · 7 months

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Its not the spooky season anymore 😔 But I dont need it as an excuse to write it!

TW// Dark/gory/horror themes up ahead so tread carefully

I've been thinking, imagine what the characters would be like as serial killers. Who would be a best fit for one? And honestly, I feel like I'm able to write all of them as possible ones, well except for Ortho. Okay and maybe for Silver too but everyone else I think I can make do with it. I think.... I feel like characters that are obvious to fit the role is already generic such as Jade or Leona or Malleus! So i wanted to get more creative and try to expand more on the other characters. It would be fun to write about them though but I want someone who I think would fit the role just as nicely. Riddle and Trey was also a close one but I just really thought there could be someone more fitting. And what better character than to do the secretive man himself, Cater! I love Cater! And the potential he has a killer! Huihuihuihiuhihi Its making me shiver just thinking about it (with excitement) Perhaps I'll make the narrative as if you are looking through his eyes. That would be a fun read, no? Well I'll definitely switch the narrative to you and him but its a fun thought!

One day your boring, depressing, and mundane life gets interjected by Cater, the fun loving and bright barista! Some days you would always find yourself dreading as to why you should even continue. You live in a shitty area and your living situation is a mess, your neighbors are always partying, your boss is always picking on you, you're family situation is complicated, and all your friends seem to have moved on doing their own things in life. Life sucks, why do you have to go through this? You just want to go home already. Recently whenever you come by this super cute cafe this barista is always happily greeting you. "Another rough day?" He asked one day, and ever since that question you both have been making small talk whenever you would come by. He was easy to talk to, very friendly and bright. He was something you looked forward too during your days before and after work. One day when you go by the cafe you don't seem to see Cater around. Instead another worker rings you up instead. Out of curiosity you ask them where Cater was, and to none of their surprise that it was you who asked they simply answer with a "he called in sick." They recognize you as well considering you are a regular patron, one of the many other people who seem to enjoy Caters livelihood. Well you needed it in your life anyways. When you take a drive to your workplace you hear on the radio that two missing reports have been filed just last week, and to add on, just today they found a dead body belonging to one of the missing persons. They've been found brutally handled, the skin of their face peeled off and missing. What a grotesque and horrific way to go out.

A killer has been out on the loose in your city for who knows how long now. Though one thing is for certain, they've been going on for quite sometime now, all the victims going out in the same vindicative way. With their faces taken from them. This killer has been going on for quite some time now, but its just recently that they are starting to make another strike. For how long exactly? Who's to say. One thing for sure though is that you plan to save enough to finally move out of this godforsaken city, your awful apartment, and quit your damn job once you make enough. Despite all these killings going around, a lot of people seem to still go by their normal days just only hoping that they wont be the next unfortunate victim. "I hope Cater's alright" You say to yourself as you turn off the radio. The weather has been getting a lot colder lately, and it has been frequently raining. It would make sense that he'd get sick. Hearing about the reoccurring news causes you to let out a sigh, taking a mental note to be a bit more wary now.

You both don't really delve into each others personal life like that, so you can only hope for the best that he has someone to take care of. However on the way to work your light makes you stop and next to you is a deep alleyway. The day still being freshly new, the weather being a dewy light blueish grey after a slight rain, you dont care to look anywhere around you until a little glare hits your eyes on the side. Without much thought you turn around to see what the cause could be. Perhaps a shiny or passing car? Or perhaps it was just the reflection of someone's skateboard on the nearby sidewalk next to your car, or maybe it was- Oh.

. . . Oh

Your heart drops. You suddenly feel cold and goosebumps arise in you as you slowly flare up and your eyes widen with hyperactivity.

Someone is over there

In the alley way, next to you. Just slightly, are you able to make out a figure hidden under the shadows casted by the surrounding and clustered buildings.

Someone with a dark hoodie to blend in with the shadows, their back slightly angled towards you in the dark.

HONK

A car honks from behind you and you're woken from your trance. Just then though, the person in the alleyway slightly shoots their head towards where the sound of the honking originally came from quickly and for a split second your eyes meet. You hit the gas pedal, quickly speeding off with your heart racing as you pass the streetlight. Your cold clammy hands grips onto the steering wheel as you slightly speed off in a hurry and you bury yourself into your seat as the sound of your engine revs away down the dampened street.

They saw me...... I saw them...... they saw me

Was that? Did I see, the killer?

As he watches you speed off in your car he turns back to his finished business. The bloodied and lifeless corpse in front of him lying in a dirty puddle mixed with gravel and rain water from the earlier light rain. With his bloodied gloved hands, a dark shining glint glossing over it, he brings it to drag his mask down to inhale the dewy freshness of the air and out with a heavy breath.

"Ah, Cay-Cay should've been more careful huh?"

With no response he only laughs to himself a bit, nudging the lifeless corpse with his foot as if it were a ball.

"Oops. Forgot you've kicked the bucket now. Oh well, they didn't see me anyways. I shouldn't worry too much anyways."

"heh, who would've thought It would be (y/n) to see me down here... I guess I'll keep a close eye on them from now justttt in case."

Definitely will expand on this when I have the time and finish my other work, but oh how I cant wait to share! >< This is just a base and loose little draft for me to go off of but I was thinking of something like Cater placing pictures around the victims, pictures of perhaps locations to where he could have put their faces. But regardless, I think it'd be fun to write a really slow burn between you and Cater, a psychological horror experience :3

#jellorambles #twst #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #cater twst #cater x reader #people like yanderes right?#yandere cater diamond #twst x reader #serial killer au #My brain cannot seem to stop thinking about sk!Cater and ><#does anyone else like cater #this is pretty vile in all honesty but thats the point #I hope i can make this an immersive read for the intended audience #twst cater

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sucantslay · 3 months

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BELIEVE 4 LEAVE ANALYSIS ( PART 1/2)

Eating noodles*

Uhm, since Believe 4 leave is coming out soon, might as well watch the translated lyrics for fun.

Song start playing*

"To the thing that you can't see, is there really an end to all of that?"

Noodles drop*

Ya know what, eating is needed, but analysis this song is more important right now!

Uhm...so, *wear my weird-looking but cool-ass glasses on* let's get into it shall we? ALKALOID P? MayoiP?

So before we actually get into the song lyrics, I would like to remind you something about Mayoi.

He's a little freak, a little cute freak that most of the fans can relate to.

Mostly because of his low self-esteem, he gets scared easily and goes from "Haha" to "I SHOULDN'T HAVE LIVE ANYMORE" really quickly.

Few of the first chapters from the main story until recently, even if it is a small thing, he did change. He doesn't usually talk that much, not even in any conversation with other members or outside people in ES.

He's in his own world, his own thoughts for most of the time. If he did say anything, it was either praising others, talking badly about himself, or simply a scream, panic for help.

But later on, he talks more and more, more open about himself. Even if he still has that low self-esteem within him, he's happy that everyone didn't push him away.

And the song covers up some of that Mayoi character in it! It really hit the right spot if you look close enough.

From the first line:

It not really a happy feeling, it more of an unsettled situation where Mayoi couldn't know if any of this going to end of continue to suffocate him to death.

I think this is talking about his first time going out to the outside world and couldn't easily run away like all the other time ( he run away from the hospital once ).

Tatsumi going to catch him back, Hiiro can sense him present, his form has being review to the world outside. But more importantly, he got a Unit to be in, he can't no longer be the phantom that ghost this place with no hope and being agony in his own world anymore.

With that thought in mind, he have to chose, to move forward or giving up and continue hiding.

At first, Mayoi didn't have the chose but to go along with other members, he's being push to continue:

the word "Binoculars" here is not only represent for a binoculars the Airship cool MV, but also about look into the future far ahead.

As he whispered: "I can't really do this, can i? I'm not that good of a person, how can a hideous person like me even deserve a place of happiness like them."

But in his hand was a binoculars, a device to look for the far distance, a further future, even if it was something small and hard to detect, he did in-fact, want to be as beautiful and fill with joy as them.

Yet he fill with nothing but anxious

But he didn't stop, he continue, in his head scream pain and agony yet he show no sigh of stop.

Because everyone still needs him, the team need him to help with their training, Tatsumi needs him to help with his yet to completely recover leg. Hiiro and Aira still need a person to relied on when Tatsumi wasn't around.

He can't stop now! ALKALOID NEED HIM!

I love this line sooooo muchhhhh, it not just about Mayoi, it about ALKALOID itself. About Tatsumi, about Aira and about Hiiro:

We're be able to dream! And we'll continue to dream from this every moment on!

Yes! they accept that their just stupids little bastard, but in that way, if stupids bastard like them were allowed to dream big? They won't stop now!

They announced that, this is all just a beginning

And the journey may be rough, but they won't scare to try out, if that what helps them achieve their long lasting dream.

Than we shift back to Mayoi:

As his little dream now is no longer a small bit of hope, but something that he himself and ALKALOID are chasing with.

He's not alone.

The ALKALOID are with him.

Ah fick that! They said: "We go on this journey with risk at hand!"

Maybe we'll fail, but with that mistake, we'll do it better next time.

And the next lyrics! They are also my favorite!

It LITERALLY about how fourth members represent for, and it even more meaningful when you read the main story!

Hiiro: Was despair when his brother leave him but find hope in ALKALOID.

Aira: Despair for love, you can spot this very easy from the fact that Aira don't really like himself that much, he scare and hate and just a little boy finding his way, so ALKALOID gave him love! The love that he deserves.

Ok...I'm so sorry but Tumblr don't allowed me to put more than 10 pic in here. BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALKALOID I MUST!

THIS WILL BE 1/2 PART, YOU CAN FIND THE 2/2 PART ON MY PAGE. ( if can't, just use the analysis about b4l tag down there )

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS!

#ensemble stars #kazehaya tatsumi #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #ayase mayoi #amagi hiiro #hiiro amagi #aira shiratori #shiratori aira #alkaloid enstars #analysis about b4l

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Just finished reading always the fool with the slowest heart and I am screaming!!!!!! I loved it so much, you don't even know 😭😭😭 merman Touya is a sweetheart, he's just being Touya

I do have a few questions -

What do the mer call "love"? You hinted that it is something different (if you even intended to reveal it-)

The bit was a mating bite? Does it have any other effects than marking a mate?

Are the mer and humans compatible enough to create an offspring?

Did Touya accidentally beach himself before the reader came by at least once? I can't help thinking that it would be a hilarious situation (if you ignore the dire would-be consequences)

Can Touya come untouched if you play with his gills? How big is he actually?

You don't have to answer them, I'm just fjbdixndjdbhcbsjbfs

Hello my dearest!!!! Ahhh your comment made me feel some type of way let me tell you! Thank you so very much!! Honestly that's one of the best comments you could give me!! 🥺🥺💕💕

And oooooh, questions you say 👀👀 I'll do my best to awsner them! These are really good, and honestly, I love being asked to expand on mer!touya - he's just so full of fire, even as a fish bahah!

When it comes to love, I feel like mer!Touya and his people view it differently then humans do and they also express it differently as well, but it's more of a cultural thing for them. Touya was able to pick up on how humans express affection through what Keigo was able to explain to him, and by also seeing it first-hand when spying on other human couples from afar, so he's not completely clueless about 'love' by the time he meets reader, and has at least a basic concept of it!

The bite was indeed a mating bite! It's more or less for other merfolk if they were to find their way into Touya's territory - it let's them know that reader has been claimed by another of their kind, and to back off if necessary! (It also works as a pretty good deterrent for human men as well - though they don't understand why looking at the strange scarring makes them uncomfortable 😉). The bite itself doesn't really have any other uses aside from putting a claim on reader - though admittedly, mer!Touya would be thrilled if reader were to bite him back, though he doesn't expect her to! Haha

Honestly, I don't know if merfolk and humans are compatible - I didn't think that far ahead! I'm going to go with science on this one though, and say that if mer!Touya and reader were somehow able to conceive, it may go one of two ways: the baby comes out horribly misshapen, or mostly human with some aquatic additions lol. I'm hoping for the latter in any case.

I feel like mer!Touya definitely beached himself at the begining at least once lol - probably by being a shithead and got suck on a sandbar near the beach when the tide pulled out. He probably thrashed around for a few minutes before realizing he could literally just drag himself back out to sea (he got very good at pulling himself along using his arms if need be lol 😂).

Oooh yeah, don't touch his gills unless you want him to be rough!! They are indeed an erogenous zone for him, which I think I may or may not alluded to when reader was brushing up against him! Now if reader were to slide her fingers up under his gills, he wouldn't like that, as that would be pretty uncomfortable for him, but if she's just lightly tracing around them... oh yeah. He's going all night, little to no breaks. He doesn't do well with teasing. 😉

Thank you for the questions my love! Please don't be shy! I enjoy answering them!!

#ask rose 🌺#rose answers 🌺#thanks for the ask!#this was fun!#please never feel bad about asking me questions about my au's #the fact you enjoyed them enough to want to know more is an honor

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A Trio Of Perfection

(Spoilers ahead for RTTE). There's never been a time when I didn't like Dagur. I always thought he was a fun character, but I'm so glad that he turned good because his character grew so much more. There are three episodes in his post-redemption time that I feel do the best to show him.

The first is "Enemy of My Enemy." For this episode, I truly realized how competent Dagur is. It's not that he wasn't before, but with him being on the good side, we're able to see that directed in a better direction. At each turn, he's proving how capable he is in multiple situations. Obviously, he can fight. He easily dispatches the Hunters throughout the episode and does so stealthily too. That much I expected. The fun details were how cognizant he was of leaving trails, clearing up Hiccup's and his own so that no one followed. Along with that, we can see some of his practical skills with survival. He found a hidden shelter with fresh water nearby. It doesn't seem like Hiccup saved him by showing up just in time. Dagur was actually doing fine. He might have been lonely, but I'm almost not even convinced of that, however, I'll circle back to that. We also see Dagur's competency with softer moments, not being rough with Toothless who's hurt by the Dragon Root; more of his intelligence since he had the wherewithal to memorize the antidote; and his emotional intelligence since he can tell what's going on with Hiccup and tries to steer him away from his path of vengeance. Another little touch is how we saw his other practical skills like being a great swimmer since he got to the ship and also being a capable sailor since he was able to use it without any other Vikings there.

Returning to my point about Dagur possibly not being lonely, he just became my idol for all things introverted. The episode sort of tries to play it like spending all that time alone got to his mind more, but it actually helped. Speaking honestly, Dagur will never be fully sane and I'm glad they didn't try to unrealistically have that happen. His issue isn't being "crazy," it's being evil. He fixed that. Since being born, Dagur's been surrounded by 50,000+ Vikings. That's smothering. Even when he was on his own in "The Night and the Fury," he wasn't alone. The others were on the side of Dragon Island. Now, Dagur finally is alone and it's not a devastating thing. It's enlightening. It gives him time to think about what he wants in life. What he wants. Not what his father would have wanted, or what's expected of him as chief, just how he wants to make his life matter. Dagur said hours upon hours of alone time did him well and he was telling the truth. It gave him the chance to reflect, decide that he wanted to really have a family and make friends, and start taking measures to make this happen (meditation to control his temper more). I LOVE this episode. I could analyze it all day long, but for the sake of not taking up too much time in one post, I'll go to the other two episodes.

The second one is "Family on the Edge." Now that the audience is aware of Dagur wanting to be good, we're able to have less of the "Are you being serious right now?" type of scenes and focus on how he wants to go through his plan. It shows that he's not one to sit on his hands and hope things improve. He's willing to do everything he can to make things up to Heather and the others. He wants to apologize to them all and prove he means it. Something I love is that Dagur doesn't even feel entitled to their forgiveness. He knows he's done terrible things and that if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't be so forgiving either. This also shows us more of Dagur's emotional side since he does try to hide it from them. We see in "Gold Rush" and "Mi Amore Wing" that he's not shy about being teary-eyed in front of others when the reason isn't overly personal. Still, he wanted to leave before the Riders could see him crying when he thought that the one family he could have didn't want him. This leads to a part of the episode that I think is so beautiful. Dagur immediately goes into protective mode when he sees through Viggo's trap. He doesn't care that he was rejected by his sister and the Riders. He just wants to keep them alive. When he goes to the ships later, he's actually fighting against Heather who still thinks he's there to betray that. Imagine that. You wrote a goodbye letter because you knew that you could die while going through with something and the very person you're doing this for is trying to stop you. Only, they're not doing that out of love. They're trying to stop you because they just can't accept the truth that you want them to be okay and are assuming you're trying to hurt them. Dagur didn't even care that Heather had basically threatened to torture him earlier (mentioning how she could think of some things to do to him when they got back). If saving her meant death, then that's fine by him.

The third episode I love for Dagur is "Searching for Oswald...and Chicken." We see more of Dagur's protectiveness here, but it's also at what I consider to be a healthy level. He isn't the type of protector who won't let you go anywhere. He just wants you to do it in the safest way possible and if he sees that it'll hurt you, then he'll try to prove why it's a problem. He still knows she trusts Hiccup more than she trusts him and he goes there to get the Berkian to support him in this. At this point, Dagur doubts Oswald's alive and he doesn't want Heather getting hurt anymore. If all he can give her are a few answers about what happened to their father, then he'll do whatever he can. Even when the Sentinels try to not let them enter, he finds a way. When Dagur's confronted with the possibility that he's alive, he doesn't even know how to feel. This goes back to him hiding his emotions, but he breaks here when he's looking at that shelter. He tries to use humor to shrug off how scared he is, but it doesn't work because he has no time to delay. He has to open that door and find...what? A man who might hate him for leaving him on the island? A parent who might have hated him enough to leave in the first place? A former chief whose title was taken without it being properly handed down? A father who, even if he didn't hate him before, likely would after he'd explained every horrible thing he's ever done? When it's revealed that Oswald's already dead, it goes back to Dagur's own experiences. He also had been shipwrecked, but he found clarity and hope for the future. When Oswald was shipwrecked, he found only death and solitude. Still, Dagur doesn't let this break him. He reads the note, continues his father's fight for the dragons, and returns with the information he had promised himself he would give to Heather.

I really could go on and on, but I'll stop here. Every moment with Dagur is one I enjoy, but these episodes just are chock-full of them in my opinion. So many of the reasons I love to analyze Dagur are contained here.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Dagur the Deranged #Dagur #HTTYD analysis #Love for the Deranged

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theshaddowedsnow · 1 year

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God's TD:R 7 is sonimprotsnt to me as someone who is in Bernard's situation.

People will always rell you to just cut them out of your life or go no contact like that's easy simple. It's not. In fact, it's near impossible if you have family you deeply care about that you would never be able to see again if you cut your parent(s) from your life. There's financial support you could be cut off from, benefits, health insurance (luckily benefits and health insurance are now under my own control and name thanks to my job) and a multitude of other things.

And above everything else, despite everything, you still love them.

It's hard, it's rough, especially when you've been put down and gaslit your entire life.

Everything was my fault, I was stupid, useless, a cockroach, a pig, worthless, less than dirt. The only thing I was good for was as a future live in nurse/caregiver for my mother (she's going straight to a home, that bitch decided I'd have power of attorney). I was nothing but her doll, her plaything.

When Bernard said he knew that's what his dad felt, I felt that. Because I know what I am to my mom. When Bernard still went back for them, despite everything, I k ow I would've done rhe same for my mother.

Relationships with abusive parents is so, so messy, and so, so frustrating and heartbreaking. When I got into a car accident the day before I moved out and broke my shoulder blade (luckily no major injuries besides some bruising) all she cared about was going home and changing out of sweats so she'd look good in public. If I hadn't thought ahead and asked my roommate to come with us, we would not have gone to the hospital. My entire life she called me dramatic or "not really autistic". (I have been diagnosed with autism dyslexia and ADD/ADHD three separate times in my life because of this) or "stupid" when bringing up my chronic issues. Her favorite phrase was "You're young!" Before asking what I had to be depressed about or why would I have chronic pain when I'm so young, or hownim so spoiled and kucky why wouldji be sad about anything?

This is not me saying physical abuse is less bad than emotional and/or verbal, BTW, they're all abuse and they're all equally horrible, but for me it was the emotional and Bernal abuse that hurt me more.

I understand Bernard, because it's so, so heartbreakingly real, and it's such a relief that a comic (well, any media source really but this is a comic) is taking this issue seriously instead of trying to play verbal and emotional abuse off as a joke or not real. Because it's very real, and it cuts deeper than anything else, because it sticks with you forever. My physical wounds healed, but my mental ones still scar me.

#abuse tw #verbal abuse #emotional abuse #bernard dowd #tim drake: robin #venting out my feelings becauss MAN thisnis cathardic #it feels so good tk see soemthing i exsperienced/exsperience taken so seriously and done so well </3

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ramblingdrunkenknight · 2 months

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Mephiston was approaching the Saint Reymanaud Cathedral as he had so many times before, barely paying attention to his surroundings as he was dead set on the Scholasticate Library when he was stopped by Veldreth. It was unusual seeing the scholar outside of the Library; Mephiston had grown used to seeing him there and only there, however before the old man could think any more about the strangeness of the situation, Veldreth demanded blatantly, "Follow me."

Not having much of a choice, as he was there for Veldreth anyway, he followed. Before he had the chance to question where they were going, they arrived at the Aetheryte plaza of Ishgard, when Veldreth started to explain, "You fulfilled your part of the deal, so I will now start fulfilling mine. For this, however, we will need to pay a visit to my tower. Due to the distance to my tower's Aetheryte and your stunted Aether, this will be quite a rough teleport, so prepare yourself."

Not quite sure what would await him, Mephiston said, "I suppose it's too late to turn back now! I will manage; we can go ahead whenever you're ready," to which Veldreth answered with a simple "Hm," as he took the old man's arm and started attuning to the Aetheryte.

What exactly followed right after is unknown to Mephiston, for he did not, in fact, 'manage'. All he remembers is the sight of a blue sky and the feeling of dirt in his face.

Waking up with a splitting headache, Mephiston scanned his surroundings and felt lost. What he saw was unlike anything he'd ever seen before; it was as if he was inside of a giant mushroom with corridors left, right, and even above. The walls were weird and twisted, and the air was strange. As he stood up from the bed he found himself in, it felt like the ground was moving beneath his feet, however before Mephiston had any more time to take it all in, Veldreth approached from one of the many corridors.

"It seems you were not quite prepared after all. You were gone for a day, but aside from the headache you're most likely experiencing currently, there shouldn't be any other side effects," he said mockingly, noticing the obvious confusion in the old man's face and continuing before Mephiston got a chance to talk. "This is Tel Dun, my tower off the northern coast of Ilsabard. All the equipment I require for the removal of the device on your neck is already ready in an adjacent chamber. I'd appreciate it if we could get it over with; I don't quite enjoy visitors."

Still a bit overwhelmed, the old man noted, "I'm guessing any questions as to the nature of this place wouldn't end up with me getting an answer, so aye, I suppose the faster we get it over with, the better," and followed the scholar, who had already gone ahead, through the maze-like corridors, ending up in what looked like a laboratory of some kind.

"Would you like to be conscious during the operation, or do you want me to put you to sleep?" Veldreth asked, to which Mephiston answered, "I've been out for a day already. I suppose another one won't be too bad on my track record," chuckling slightly and laying down on the table in the middle of the chamber. Veldreth just nodded and approached the table, saying, "You know where to find me. I'll await you there once you're ready for the continuation of our deal," and putting Mephiston to sleep with a spell.

Once again waking up, the old man recognized his surroundings immediately. He was in his room in Ishgard, though he had been away for around two days. To him, it felt like it was just a few hours since he was last here, for he was unconscious for most of that time.

Standing up, Mephiston approached a mirror to see if the device was gone, and to his relief, it was. Though he already felt much more energized than he had the past few weeks, actually seeing that it was gone gave him another boost.

Preparing to head out already, he found a note reading "Send my regards to Haustefort" in his pockets, so he decided that he might as well do that, surely he'd be able to find Antares somewhere. Before he would go on that journey though, he really needed to find something to eat, for he was incredibly hungry.

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soaringwide · 2 months

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Hello, how are u? Can I join the new ask game?

I want to know what my April will be like (what will happen in this month). I'm NM, 21 years old

Thanks in advance 😊

Hello @wtfiamdoing! Thank you for reaching out :)

Here is your month ahead reading for April 2024. I did a 9 cards spread that mixes prediction and advice so that you can get some real support from it.

Side note for anyone else reading this: free readings are currently closed so that I can go through the asks I received so far. I will go through them in the next 4 days since I'll be off from work and have more time.

April 2024 Month Ahead tarot reading

You're coming into this month with a renewed energy and desire to take new actions and make changes in your life. I'm definitely getting spring vibes with the rise of energy after a long winter where you had to leave some things behind. Not sure if you live in the Northern hemisphere or not but it can be applicable regardless. Now is finally the time to blossom, and you're feeling motivated to take the steps to better your life.

Your theme of the month is to embrace your own abundance. The steps and progress you're going to make are going to help you take care of yourself better and nurture your prosperity for the months to come. You will learn to feel fulfilled with what you have as an anchor point, a place of safety within yourself, but to thrive for more. You will learn to stand as a strong and independent person who takes responsibility for their own happiness.

Your goal to pursue this month is to clear out the confusion and lack of clarity that you still have. Don't let yourself go to the temptation of feeling powerless due to the obstacles you will face because you have very supportive energies and those obstacles are only here to shape your will and strength. Be careful about overthinking and going in circles in your head and try to recognize when you're doing that.

The main obstacle is your tendency to remain a bit lost in your head and passive in your stance toward things. So don't hesitate to make the changes you need to do and try not to daydream too much instead of doing what you need to. Taking practical steps towards your goal by breaking them down into achievable tasks can be of great help. The idea is to keep moving a little everyday even if it feels small.

A major accomplishment this month is you finally being able to let go of emotional and mental pain. I see you finally moving on toward better things, and being able to do a massive release of something that weighted you down heavily. Perhaps you experienced a loss or severe disappointment in the past few weeks or months, and throughout the month the pain will ease until you are free from it.

However, you need to avoid being impatient. Things will grow and shift in due time so best being gentle with yourself while the process unfolds. Again there is this idea of gradual work put into something that will bear fruits later on.

What you need to embrace is a nurturing and supporting stance toward yourself. The transition between winter of spring is full of hope and energy, but it can also be rough at times since winter might come back for a few days with a vengeance that makes you think it's never going to go away. But it's not true and this beautiful card is here to remind you that you have all the resources you need around you to blossom. Ground yourself in reality, and take care of yourself. It seems to be putting a focus on your physical health and perhaps home situation. So if you feel so inclined, you can improve the way you eat, take care of your body, or do a spring cleanup of your home, now would be a perfect time to do it.

As for the support available to you, you might feel left out and alienated, which might make you want to isolate yourself. I think it's an encouragement to find support around even when you feel like there is none. Yes you are strong enough to stand on your own and find strength from within, and independence is a big theme for you this month, but you don't live in a bubble and there are people around you who genuinely want to help and support you through the hard parts. So perhaps this is an invitation to think about who this is and open yourself to them and perhaps do another clean up of the relationships around you to weed out who is not supportive of your growth.

The advice you have is to be grateful of all the beautiful things happening around you without dwelling too much on what's going wrong. This month will be a time of enjoyment for yourself so savor life, stop to smell the flowers blooming, enjoy the warmth of the sun, listen to the birds singing. Really, focus on the simple joys of life it will give you a lot of strength. Embrace your independence and your newfound strength. It is a time to celebrate that you are finally free from the pains of winter and to welcome the beautiful months ahead of you. You have the power to make your life bloom like a sublime and fragrant garden, and that start with nurturing your own self.

That's it for this reading! I hope this was useful and I'll be really happy to hear your feedback if you want to share something even in private :)

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Enemy Situation

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Black Fem OC

Genre: Paranormal Dark Romance

Trigger Warnings: Explicit name calling, rough sex, choking, belt play, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex, blood, vampire shit, death, oral sex fem receiving, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2738

"You have exactly twenty-four hours to kill her, or you will die," My boss slid the picture of my ex-girlfriend in front of me.

I scanned the picture of her and gently touched the photo. I never expected her to get caught up in my work life. This wasn't something I wanted for her, but she's a dangerous woman that needs to be handled.

"I will do this easily," I said.

"Perfect, Monique is fucking with the wrong organization if she thinks what she did won't cost her... her life," Hongjoong reminded me of the big mistake that she made.

I put on my leather gloves and stood up from the table. It's my job to make an example out of her. Now, her organization will crumble and I can move on with my life.

"I'll see you soon," I said.

I headed towards her apartment with a bouquet of white Lillies. This was going to be a joy to kill her slowly and watch her die. Love can make you do some crazy things, but it will push you to an unfortunate end.

I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. She didn't know that I knew where she moved to. She called herself escaping from me after she stole from my organization.

Monique opened the door her front door with a slick smile on her face. She leaned her body on the side of the door.

Even though the glass that separated us, I could still take in every detail of my former lover. She fluffed her thick full hair that was straightened and styled into voluminous jet black curls.

My eyes trailed down to her red painted lip that matched her lacy bra and panties. Why did she have on a lacy housecoat if I could see everything?

Her whole appearance made it obvious that she'd been warned about my arrival.

She's always embodied a sex kitten that utilizes her sexual appeal to whip me into submission. But, today I will use it to my upper hand.

"Park Seonghwa," My name rolled off her tongue easily and effortlessly. I remembered a time when I adored hearing my name fall from her lips.

"What brings you.." Her words were cut off and her big round sepia eyes traveled down my clothes like I'm being eye fucked. Her lips curled again into a seductive grin. "To my necks of the woods.

She wet her lips slightly over her red lipstick. She was definitely up to something, and I am going to find out soon enough.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I said. "Would you mind if I stepped into your home?" I asked politely. I have always been a man with manners.

"Of course," she adorned a very sinister smile that only Monique could wear. I watched her opened the screen door to allow me into her space.

I stepped into her home and looked around. I closed my eyes for a moment, and I didn't hear anyone else in her home.

Perfect.

I opened my eyes to see Monique stood before me. "Now, you said you wanted to talk, Seonghwa?" She folded her arms across her chest and threw all her weight to one side.

"Yes," I said. "These are for you," I handed her the flowers. She grabbed them and held them to her chest.

"Awe, you brought me Lillies. You know these are my favorite," She smiled. She walked over to her kitchen island and placed them there and came back over to me.

"So, did you come over to do the job?" Monique removed her robe, and I watched it dropped down to the ground in a pool around her feet.

Her breasts spilled out of her bra and her thighs looked perfect and shapely. Why does her body have to look even better than before?

"Absolutely," I took off my coat and tossed it on the couch.

"So, let me guess they sent you over here to kill me?" Monique has always been one step ahead of everyone else. That's how she was able to attack my organization from the inside out.

"Why would I kill you, Moni?" I raised my brow at her accusation. She's going to make this process a lot harder than it needs to be.

"I mean, I did steal product from your organization, kill one of your shooters, and tricked you into falling in love with me all at the same time," Moni reminded me of how cold-hearted she was.

"Those are minor details, and now you are a queen pin of your own organization," I complimented.

"I know, and you taught me everything that I know. I observed you and took notes on everything. I mean, you could have joined my organization, but your loyalty to Hongjoong is too strong," Moni walked over to me and pulled on my tie.

"That is true. But, Hongjoong can be trusted."

"But, Hongjoong could never make you feel the way that I do," Moni pulled me close to her face and brushed her lips against mine. "I know you miss how I always made you feel," Moni reminded me.

"Moni," I pulled back. I stepped back and straightened out my clothes. I couldn't be patient with her because she's always one step ahead of me. I grabbed her by her neck and picked her up off the ground.

"You aren't going to make me fall for your shit this time," I laughed, while I watched her feet dangle and the realization that she's not as strong as me. I loved to see her struggle to breathe.

Moni cocked her head to the side. "Mmm... choke....me ....harder daddy," Moni managed to breathe out. I couldn't believe how her freaky ass is being sexual at a time like this.

"And this is the reason why we were a perfect match. You always allowed me to embrace my darkness," I said.

She nodded. I hated the fact that she's enjoying this too much.

"Feed me," I said. I licked my tongue across my fangs because I wanted to taste her sweet blood for the last time before I kill her.

Moni had a dark look in her eyes. "Gladly... take me to the bed..." Moni struggled to get out of her words.

I let go of her throat and allowed her body to fall bride style into my arms. I watched her bite her lips as we walked to the bedroom.

"You know if you kill me, then you will never get to taste me again," Moni said, trying to entice me because she knows how much I love to taste her.

I threw her forcefully on the bed. "Shut up bitch," I turned her onto her back. I pulled her down to the end of the bed. I kneeled before and carefully pulled her panties down.

"Mmm... you are speaking my love language tonight," Moni grinned. Her sexual energy was calling out to me.

I slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy and worked it into her. I watched her grind against my finger and her back arch. "You might have fallen for my bullshit, but I am really a whole simp for you. I miss this," Moni cried out.

One thing that makes her vulnerable is sex.

That's where she allows herself to be comfortable and free. This is how I can get her.

"Mm... really? You miss this. How much? Tell daddy how much you have missed this," I said. I watched her as I drilled my finger inside of her and feeling her clench around my finger.

"So much... I have tried to fuck other people. I have even tried to fuck other vampires.. and none of them are like you," Moni worked her hips in a circular motion.

She still was holding back, so I inserted my pointer finger inside of her wet nest. She always easily reacts to my body, and that's one thing she can't fake.

"Other vampires like who?"I questioned. It didn't matter, but I was curious who she allowed into her.

"Jooheon, Changkyun, Jinyoung, Jaebeom, and Kai," Moni rattled off the names of other vampires in my coven, but that only turned me even more.

"A whore always craves her first fix," I pulled her close to my face and devoured her pussy. My tongue skillfully lapped her sensitive folds to retrieve all of her juices that dripped down from our short finger session.

"I do. I masturbate every single day thinking about you. Even when I was with them, I thought about you... Seonghwa," When she said my name, I jammed my tongue deep inside of her pussy.

My finger found the top of her clit stroked it while I gave her what she desired since I showed up on her porch.

"Every single day?" I asked. "Tell me how you do it," I asked.

"I lay here on my bed, and I close my eyes. I pictured you between my legs eating me just like you are doing. One hand I have on my breast and the other I am playing with my clit. I think about how you make me feel like I am floating on a cloud," Moni said.

I take my tongue out of her pussy and quickly licked her clit.

"Fuck... you are so much better than my toys. And faster," Moni cried out.

"Of course I am... you are fucking with a vampire.. you love danger. You always have," I stopped to remind her.

Moni sat up and pushed my head back between her thighs. "Please... baby. Do not stop! I am going to cum," Moni gave me the motivation to prove to her once again there is no man better than me.

"Then cum for me," I fingered her pussy while sucking on her clit. I felt her squirt in my mouth and slurped it out of her pussy.

"Fuck... Seonghwa... I am going to cum," Her body raised off the bed, and I watched her.

That's when I knew it was time for me to strike when the iron is hot. I looked right into her eyes and bit the inside of her thigh.

"Shit!!!!" Moni said, with clenched teeth and while her body spasmed to the pleasure I gave her. She came so hard, almost drowning me in her juice.

I punctured her thigh to give me what I came for a taste of her blood.

I drank from her thigh and watched her eyes roll back as she rode the intensive wave of her orgasm.

She's always been a whore for me and will allow me to do anything I want. I don't mind giving her pleasure as long as I get to receive from her as well.

I missed the taste of her blood, and just like she was dick hopping to replace me, I was bouncing between many women to find someone who tasted just like her.

I watched her rubbed her clit while I drink her blood.

I moved from between her thighs and stood over her. Her blood dripped down from my mouth. I licked her blood from my lips.

"No one has ever made me feel like that," Moni panted and watched me. I unbuckled my pants. Now, it was time to go in for the kill.

Moni crawled to the end of the bed and pulled me closer to her. She removed my belt from my pants.

She pulled my pants down. I stepped out of my shoes and pants. I pushed her back against the bed.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her over to me. I held her legs together in the air and plowed into her pussy. I wasn't going to waste any time because she's already soaking wet from me, making her cum.

"Did you have fun fucking the other vampires?" I asked.

"Not as much as I enjoy you fucking me right now," Moni whined.

I watched her as I stroked into her dripping cunt. I swear this woman is my weakness, and I am going to miss giving her this.

"Good little girl... always tell daddy what he wants to hear," I told her. I leaned back a bit and gave her slow passionate strokes. The sounds of her wet pussy drove me insane.

"It's the truth!" Moni moaned out. I fucked her harder and bent her legs forward over her chest. I loved her flexible she is.

"So, why did you double-cross me then?" I asked.

"I saw an opportunity for power, but we can still work together. Just like how we are working together right now," Moni pushed her body forward and got on top of me. She worked her body while she rode my dick.

"Mmmm... let me enjoy this then," I said. We made eye contact, and she rode slowly, and I slapped her ass to make her speed up.

She sped up by simple request, and I held onto her ass. "You always were good at riding dick," I said.

"I know," she grabbed me by my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Her kisses were always passionate.

I grabbed her by her neck while she worked my dick. She moaned out and grabbed my hand with both of her hands. "Mmm... choke me harder... I love this," Moni requested.

"Be careful about what you ask for," I grabbed the belt next to me. I wrapped it around her neck. I gave her a moment to turn it down if she didn't want it.

"Push my limits... I like this side of you better," Moni said. I pushed her against her back.

"Wrap your legs around daddy's waist so I can cum inside of you," I said.

Moni nodded.

I pounded her tight wet cunt while I watched her. "Mmm... take daddy's dick just like that," I said.

"Yasss..." she cried out. Her moans excited me and made me fuck her faster. This felt so good to be inside of her again. To experience this type of ecstasy with her.

"Yes.. baby I love it when you are whimpering for my dick," I told her.

"I needed this so bad," she said. I pulled on the belt tighter and watched her body rise again. She was just as dark as me. She loved pain so much that it was a pleasure for her.

I watched her with a sick grin on her face. "Yesss!!!" She cried out and came hard on my dick. I continued to work into her and felt my orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, Moni!" I groaned and exploded inside of her. The feeling of release felt so damn good, and I laid on top of her. I unhooked the belt from around her neck.

"Wow," she said.

I laid on top of her and watched her for a moment. I kissed her slowly. "Thank you for everything," I said.

"Goodbye, Seonghwa," Moni said.

She closed her eyes, and I licked my fangs. I bit her viciously on her neck. She gasps, but this time I wasn't going to stop. I am going to drain her completely. The moment was instant, and I didn't hold back.

Quick.

To the point.

I sat back and watched her lifeless body on the bed. I had done exactly what my boss asked me to. I killed the one woman I loved.

I moved from on top of her and sat on the side of the bed. I went over to the end of the bed and swiped my pants. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Me: She's dead...

Hongjoong: Good job you will be rewarded for your succession

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the Lillies. I needed to place them on her so that her organization gets the message.

It was a bittersweet moment because she was the best fuck I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Also, the only woman I have ever loved. I went back to the bed, but when I looked over at the bed, she wasn't there.

"Real bitches never die, Seonghwa," Moni said, from behind me. I turned around to see her and when I looked at her. Her eyes were glowing red. So, that's meant one thing.

I just turned my ex-girlfriend into a monster.

"Fuck," I dropped my phone.

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