#but these last few weeks I haven’t really felt any reason to keep going

[perlelune]

Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vi.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

"You know you shouldn’t lead him on like that," Mindy muses from your bed, her eyes not lifting from the Stephen King novel she’s engrossed in. 

You place your phone above the vanity drawer after hanging up. You just decided on another study meetup with Ethan. 

It’s been a few weeks since he began tutoring you. There’s been a sharp improvement in your grades and you’re starting to believe that maybe you’ll be able to graduate just like the rest of your friends. 

Before, all those things felt as unreachable as the stars in the sky. But Ethan, with his kindness and unlimited supply of patience, made it a reality. 

Sure, you won’t be a top student anytime soon, but at least now there’s hope of you not failing the course and falling behind. 

"What? I’m not leading him on. Ethan and I are just friends," you defend, puckering your lips as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup before the big game. Your gaze keeps bouncing to the clock. The playoffs begin in a little less than an hour. 

Tensions are high tonight. This is no regular game as whichever team wins will go on to compete in the national championship. 

It’s one of the reasons Chad and most of the guys on the team have been in a weird mood all week. 

Besides, honor’s at stake when a team plays on their own turf. 

The pressure’s been off the charts for the cheer squad too, Alana having run the team into the ground to perform well today and not miss a single step. 

Despite how exhausted you are, you’re almost thankful for that. Focusing on cheerleading has helped you file away that god awful night. 

The humiliation you experienced still burns a hole inside you whenever you remember it.

While you can’t quite shake the lingering sensation of being watched, you can at least try to reclaim a semblance of normalcy. 

Hopefully Ghostface had his fill of tormenting you and won’t do anything like that ever again. 

Mindy arches her brow and scoffs, "It’s pretty obvious he’s got some desperate puppy crush on you." Under her breath, she mumbles, "...And I’m still not entirely convinced he’s not Ghostface."

You pause, the tip of your lipstick almost snapping as you press it tight against your mouth. You unleash a heavy sigh and whirl to her, brows drawing together.

"Mindy, please. Not that again," you plead. 

It's not the first time your best friend has shared her doubts regarding Ethan and you wager it won't be the last.

Every time she catches you texting him or hanging out, disapproval paints her features. She also squints and gestures at him that she’s watching him whenever she crosses paths with him. 

It saddens you that she can’t get along with him and won’t relent regarding her suspicions. 

Ethan’s helped you so much. It’s unfair that your best friend keeps claiming he’s a murderer without any evidence to back it up. 

And outside of tutoring, he’s been a great friend to you, always here to wipe your tears and listen to you talk about anything, however trivial. Every time you ramble on about cartoons, your collection of stuffed animals and how you’d love to get more, clothes or anything really…Ethan wears that same fond smile on his face. 

Outside of Chad, you never had a guy best friend. Unfortunately since getting into college, you haven’t seen much of him since he’s so well liked and has developed such a large circle of friends. 

So Ethan’s a breath of fresh air. 

You relish the ability to talk without fear of judgment or being belittled for the things you pluck joy from or how forgetful and absentminded you can be sometimes. 

Ethan has not made fun of you once for misremembering a word or your tendency to get lost around campus. Instead, he escorted you to class and promised to be with you more often so it doesn’t happen. He also agreed with you that it’s not your fault because every building looks the same, which everyone in your friend group laughed at you for mentioning before.

Mindy leaps from the bed, exclaiming, "Come on, Ethan? Shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky." She lets out a humorless laugh. "Maybe he went all 'if I can’t have you, no one can' and decided to get rid of the competition…permanently."

Your eyes roll as she concludes her theory with a repeated stabbing motion towards her throat.  

"You’re ridiculous." You get back to gauging your reflection. As you adjust the pink bow in your hair, you add, "Ethan’s cool. And I can actually understand some of the stuff Professor Atkins says in class now thanks to him."

In the mirror, you watch a sullen Mindy fold her arms behind you. 

"I still don’t trust him." She flicks her hands skyward and exhales in defeat. "But I can’t tell you who to hang out with."

You step away from the vanity to make your way to your pouting best friend. She accepts your hug, a deep scowl still etched on her face. 

"Let’s just drop it, okay?" you offer. "I hate arguing with you."

Mindy sighs against your shoulder.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe."

Leaning back, you squeeze her shoulders and smile. 

"I know, and I love you for it…but you gotta ease off him, Min." She groans at that, tossing herself back onto your bed with her arms spread. As she glowers at the ceiling, you maintain, "Ethan’s been an amazing friend to me."

More curses are grumbled under her breath. Shoulders slumping, you elect to give it a rest and stop trying to convince her. 

You know how stubborn Mindy can be. There will be no changing her mind tonight, or anytime soon. 

Casting the upsetting topic aside, you hop to the center of the room and spin in your cheerleader outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Like a fembot specifically designed to appeal to the male gaze," Mindy deadpans. 

You angle your head sideways. "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

She chuckles and smiles at you before elaborating, "You look smoking hot, babe." The befuddled frown on your face vanishes, an elated grin supplanting it. Mindy returns to her reading and gives you a thumbs-up. "Break a leg."

Grimacing, you grab your pom-poms from underneath your bed and head for the door. 

"Hopefully not or Alana will kill me."

You’re on your way to meet up with your squad when you stumble upon Ethan in the hallway. As usual, he’s dressed simply in a blue button-up and dark slacks, damp locks of his curly mane kissing his forehead. 

He greets you in that bashful way he does while you beam at him, shaking your pom-poms. 

You jog in his direction with a bounce in each step.

"Ethan, hey!"

His gaze widens as it roams over you, pink dusting his cheeks. 

"Wow, you look…"

Placing a hand on your hip while the other lifts your pom-pom above your head, you adopt a cheerful pose. 

"Cute?" you suggest. 

Ethan’s throat ripples as he gapes at you. 

For a while, he only does that, stare at you open-mouthed. 

His face then turns an even brighter shade than before as he dips his head down momentarily. 

"Y-Yeah. Something like that," he stammers. 

His reaction drags an amused chortle out of you. You surmise it’s the first time you’ve addressed him in your full cheerleader getup and he must be somewhat taken aback. 

"I didn’t know you liked sports," you observe.

He shrugs.

"Not particularly but everyone is going and Chad’s my roommate." He points at the camera hanging from his neck. "I also kind of got roped into taking pictures for the school paper."

Some of the other cheerleaders wave at you as they’re running out to the field. The impatient clamor of the crowd already swells from the bleachers, loud enough to be heard even from the corridor. 

One of the girls from the squad, Lisa, stops as she catches sight of you and Ethan. A quiet conversation flows between the two of you, an inquiry swaying in her hopeful blue orbs. 

You give her an imperceptible nod and she smiles at you, quickly averting her gaze and striding away when Ethan glances from her to you with a look of utter confusion on his face. 

"What the hell was that about?" he asks, thick brows drawing together.

"About that…It’s good that I ran into you because there's something I meant to tell you, hm, more like ask you."

He inches closer, his eyes on you wide and alert. 

"Ask me what?"

A sliver of hesitation zips through you but you remember the promise you made just a few hours ago at cheer practice. 

You can’t back down. 

You swallow a lungful of nerve and reveal, "So…one of the girls in my squad sort of has a massive crush on you."

"Oh," he exhales, his shoulders sagging. His smile fades, understanding seeming to dawn on him. "You mean that girl I just saw?"

You nod and explain,  "Her name’s Lisa." He considers you blankly. You wave your hands in front of yourself. Words rush out of your mouth in an apprehensive string. "I know. I know. Trying to set up your friends is so cringe but she noticed you since the beginning of the year. The thing is she’s shy and doesn't know how to approach you. I promised her to ask you if you’d be interested in hanging out sometime." You twiddle your thumbs and mumble, "She’s super pretty and so nice, and she’s even into that same board game you told me about the other day…" You trail off, forehead creasing as you try to remember the name. 

Ethan tonelessly corrects you when you misspell the name of the game. 

You perk up and giggle, "Right. She just told me. I don't know how I forgot."

Ethan studies you long enough that it becomes unnerving and you start fidgeting under his sizzling focus. 

You grow nervous, wondering what he’s thinking. Usually, you wouldn’t meddle with anyone’s love life. But Ethan’s done so much for you. If possible, you want to do something for him too.

You just don’t know what you could do to thank him. 

Setting him up with someone from your squad seemed like a good idea, especially since you’re pretty sure Ethan’s single. You haven’t seen him hang around any other girl besides you. 

A heavy sigh drops from Ethan’s chest as his lips lift into a small half-smile. 

"The thing is, I already like someone," he confesses, patting his camera.

Your eyes bulge as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. 

"You do? I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize." You blink up at him in curiosity. "Who is she? Does she know?"

He chuckles. "She doesn’t know anything."

You approach him and squeeze his arm encouragingly. 

"Well you’re awesome so if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, you’re allowed to move on."

Ethan lets out another wry laugh. 

"If only it were that simple."

Your brows knit. "What do you mean?"

He runs his hand through his thick curls and exhales a long, weary breath. 

"She’s all I can think about. Literally." He pauses, his gaze corralling yours. "Every hour of every day, I think about her."

"Wow, that’s intense." You rub his forearm and send a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like it’s more than just a crush. Sounds like you’re in love with her."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Silly me, huh?"

"Don’t say that. I’m sure things will work out in the end. You deserve to be happy, Ethan."

His attention on you sharpens before a slow smile unfurls on his lips. 

"You know what? I think I do."

"Of course you do."

Your answer makes him smile wider. 

The moment is shattered when one of the players wedges himself between you and Ethan and steals an ephemeral, chaste kiss from you. 

The buff brunette quarterback flashes you a pearly grin.

"A kiss for good luck?" he says, winking at you.

"Uh, sure," you reply shyly, butterflies swarming your belly. 

He smiles at you one last time before jogging towards the stadium. 

"Who’s this guy?"

You blink, Ethan’s deep, blunt voice startling you. 

Pivoting back to him, you explain, "Oh. Tyler and I met at the boba shop the other day. It’s too early for anything serious but he’s cute and has been super nice to me."

It’s been pleasant to bask in some sense of normalcy again after what happened last month. You craved it. Tyler’s easygoing, fun to be around and he’s never pressured you to do anything once. 

Ethan’s jaw clenches as he scoffs, "Do you just go for every guy who buys you candy or gives you some half-assed compliment?"

Your mouth hangs open in shock. "Ethan? What do you mean?" 

He scrutinizes you for a few seconds before sighing and moving to walk away. 

"Nothing. Don’t worry about it."

The hand you wrap around his wrist stops him, Ethan halting in his tracks. You tug him back with a contrite pout, your concerned gaze rising to meet his. 

"I am going to worry about it. Ethan… Did I say something upsetting? I feel like maybe I did. I'm sorry about Lisa. I thought she'd be your type. She's everyone's type."

"Well, she isn't mine," he replies icily. 

Budding tears tickle the back of your eyes but you repress them. It’s not the time to weep. The game’s about to start. 

So you swallow them with ease, deciding you’ll give Ethan a proper apology later on. 

Instead you give a sunny smile and ask, "Are you coming to hang out with everyone after the game? We all decided to meet up for chili fries and beers whatever the outcome is."

Ethan’s eyes fall on your hand wrapped around his wrist. He shifts your grip so your small hand rests in his larger one. He studies your twined hands, rubbing his thumb against the back of yours. 

When he looks at you again, a glint dances in his chestnut orbs. 

"Thanks but I’m gonna be busy actually." He flashes you a broad grin. "I just remembered I have some trash I need to take out."

~

#ethan landry x reader #scream fanfic #bimbo!reader #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #scream #dark!ethan landry #ethan landry x bimbo!reader

[outsideratheart]

Lucy bronze one where r doesn’t wanna her up for training some fluff. Thanks

I just want to take care of you (Lucy Bronze x reader)

Lucy had promised you she was fine and she said her knee was fine. This was a lie because 4 days after the Chelsea game your girlfriend was in the hospital having surgery.

Before now you trusted her explicitly and for the most part you still do. When it comes to her injury though, you didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. You attended every physio appointment and made notes of her progress. You knew what her road to recovery would entail and you knew when she would hopefully get the greenlight.

“Can I join you on your run?” Lucy was moping around the kitchen as you got ready.

“No Lucy, you can’t. You’re on track and I won’t be the reason that changes. I’m meeting Alexia afterwards so I’ll meet you at the training ground” you place a quick kiss on her cheek.

She hated lying to you about her pain and discomfort but she wanted to be the strong powerful person she knew you loved. The reason for the dishonesty was fear and she knew it.

You and Alexia were running a little bit late to training. By the time you get to the pitch, the whole team is already out there. The whole team including Lucy and Frido.

“Love, I know you miss it but you can’t be here. You haven’t been cleared yet”

“I have” Lucy was telling the truth.

“No you haven’t. You aren’t due for clearance until next month”

Lucy grabbed your hand and walked you over to where the physios were speaking to Jona.

“I told you she wouldn’t believe me. Please tell her”

The physios go on to explain how Lucy passed all her tests this morning and that they have cleared her for team training. When you question it they promised that they would keep an eye on her and monitor every move she made.

Training is normally your happy place but not today, today you were filled with worry. You were trying to focus on your own performance but your mind kept straying to Lucy and how she was playing. It was during one counter attack that things got intense. Mapi did a clean tackle and got the ball. Any other day you would praise her but with the speed Lucy was running down the wing, Mapi’s tackle sent her flying.

“Lucy!” You are by her side in seconds “medics!” You begin to panic but Lucy brushes the grass off her knees and stands up as if nothing happened.

“I’m fine, im fine”

There was that word again. Fine. She said that one before.

“Get checked out. If they say you are fine then you can continue”

“Y/N”

“Captains orders!” You snap. It wasn’t a malicious snap but one of concern.

Lucy does in fact get cleared but your head is all over the place so you sit out and watch the team strategically.

Very little is said on the way home and that doesn’t change once you are in your shared apartment.

“Here. Ice it. I’m going for a shower”

“No” Lucy takes the ice off you before pulling you over to the sofa “we are going to talk about what happened today”.

You let out a huff of frustration. You really didn’t want to talk about it, not while you were this worked up. You placed Lucy’s leg on the foot rest and make sure her knee was iced before you started talking.

“You got cleared ahead of schedule. You went down and I panicked. There, end of story”

“There’s more to it than that. You’ve seen me injured before, this time is different”

“Yes, it’s different. Last time you were honest with me. You told me when it got bad and we dealt with it together. This time you lied. You told me you were fine and then you were in the hospital again”

Seeing your girlfriend laying in a hospital bed was never a welcomed sight but this time things felt weird between the two of you.

“It was a small surgery. I didn’t want to worry you”

“Right because look how great that turned out”

“I’ll admit I could have handled it better but I didn’t want you to see me weak”

“Weak? Lucy you are one of the strongest people I know”

“But I wasn’t a few weeks ago. I was hurting and I thought the way for you to still see me as strong was to lie to you” Lucy tried to explain how her mind worked and her reasoning for withholding the truth.

“Let’s get one thing straight. Lying to me is never the answer”

“But—“

“No buts. I don’t like not trusting what you say Lucy. This” you run your hand over her knee and gently stroke her scar “is important and I want you to be honest with me about it. Please please be honest with me Lucy”

“From this moment on I will always tell you the truth, no matter what. Pinky promise” you hold her pinky finger out and waits for you to accept it.

You look at her as if weighing out your options. When you see the look of panic of Lucy’s face you know you’ve waited long enough. You hook your pinkies.

“Now, you said something about a shower” your girlfriend raises her eyebrows playfully.

“How about a bath instead” you suggest.

“Even better”

#woso x reader #Lucy Bronze x reader

[lesservillain]

—ii. gotta promise not to stop when i say "when"

cw: more grumpy eddie, a lot of piss talk (sorry)

an: credit for the edited picture of eddie goes to itsscarrlett and the picture of jason patric is implied to be sam.

Tears sit on your lash line as you pull up to the Munson house today. Parking on the side, just out of sight to “keep your car safe in case unwanted visitors show up,” you lift your head, willing the tears not to fall before going inside. It’s already been a tough week for them, the last thing you need is to bring your own dramatics into their lives. Normally you could let things slide off your back, but the customer’s that had come into CoffeeHouse today were demanding at best, cruel and abusive at worst all week.

“Damnit, Ed!” You hear Wayne yelling from down the hall as you open the front door with your key, given to you on your first day earlier this week. 

“Hi,” you squeak out as the older man storms past you and into the kitchen. He does a double take, a wild look in his eye at someone else being in his home, calming down once he realizes it’s you.

“Hey there, darlin’. Didn’t think you’d be here so early today.” He has an almost clean plate in his hand, save for some untouched veggies that look like they taste like cardboard.

“I’m sorry, I can come back later if—”

“No, no, you’re fine. Did ya get outta class early or…?”

“No, Friday is my short day,” you say, swinging your bag over the back of the couch and letting it land on the seat cushion. “I came from work. It was…rough, so I left a little early. Sorry I should have called first.”

“It’s alright,” he assures, turning to walk into the kitchen where you follow him. “I just gave Eddie his dinner so he’s still awake. Gonna need to give him his pain meds before I go. He’s been in a sour mood all day, complaining about…uh,” Wayne ducks his head bashfully, not wanting to look you in the eyes. 

“Well I guess it wouldn’t be weird for you to hear it given your profession and all, but he’s, uh, been complaining about it hurtin’ when he pisses.” His voice trails off, barely audible over the sink being turned on as he cleans Eddie’s plate. 

“Well, that’s not good,” you say with concern. “Has he been drinking a lot of water? Staying hydrated?”

“Yeah, yeah—well, as much as he’s willing to drink. Been trying to keep him from sippin’ on sodas all day, but the ice maker in this fancy fridge hasn’t been working for some reason lately and he wont drink the water if it’s not cold.” Wayne lightly bangs his fist on the side of the fridge.

“What about his urine? Does it seem like it’s darker than normal lately? Or cloudier than normal?”

“Uh…maybe? I’ll be honest, I’m not really lookin’ at his piss when I’m dumping the urinal for ‘em.”

You give an understanding hum, sympathizing with him. It has to be awkward, everything he’s had to do for his nephew since he came home from the hospital. There’s nothing that you want to do more than help them out. But, there is one big problem that’s been keeping you from doing so: Eddie.

Eddie will not let you come in his room, let alone take care of him. He makes Wayne get him set up for the night before he leaves, and then stays in his room with the door shut for the rest of the night. You still haven’t even seen him since you first came on Monday. Any time you’ve tried to come in, even just to check on him, he’s pulled his covers over himself to hide away from your view. The most you’ve seen is a few tendrils of curly hair illuminated by the light of his tv when you peaked in before going to sleep.

It felt like housesitting more than taking care of anyone. You almost forget you’re not there by yourself, the sounds of Eddie’s bed creaking when he adjusts it or the light sound of his TV playing being the only reminder that you’re not alone. 

“Do you think he may let me go in there and…check?” You tilt with a shrug of your shoulders. “Like instead of you dumping it, maybe I could do it? Just to see if I notice anything abnormal. If he has a UTI and it’s bad enough that it’s bothering him, he may need an antibiotic.”

“He needs a swift kick in the ass if you ask me.” Wayne sighs, pushing off from the counter. He opens a cabinet and grabs Eddie’s medications for the night. “But, I’ll see what I can do. He’s not in the best mood for negotiatin’ right now, but I’ll see if I can get him to give. Gotta let you help him out sooner or later.”

You nod, waiting at the end of the hall as he talks it out with Eddie. There’s a bit of a back and forth between them, muffled by the living room TV playing behind you. 

You wondered if Eddie would even let Wayne take him to the doctor if he needed to go. He’s clearly very stubborn, but you’re sure a lot of his anger must come from being in pain from what happened to him. It's hard to blame him for not trusting people after how this town treated him, but you wish he would at least give you the chance to prove yourself. 

After a few moments, Wayne walks back out with a not so promising look on his face. 

“No dice,” he sighs, hands slapping against his sides before sliding into his jeans pockets. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you shrug, “maybe he’ll warm up to me someday.”

“He better. He can only keep up this ornery attitude for so long.” Wayne eyes the clock on the wall behind you, taking a half step back into the hall. “D’ya mind if I take a shower right quick? I did a little yard work outside and I don’t want to feel all sweaty at the machine tonight.”

“Of course! I’ll keep an ear out for him if he rings.”

“Thanks,” he takes the few strides toward the bathroom, calling out before he goes inside, “The food on the oven should still be warm if ya wanna help yourself!”

The mention of food has your stomach growling. It had been such a busy day you struggle to remember if you even ate anything at all, and chicken parmesan that sat in the glass container looked mouth watering. The smell of the savory dish had you making a plate so quick you almost dropped the new glassware on the floor. 

You were just about to take a bite when the tingle of a bell rang from his room. Your head perks up, eyes widening in disbelief. 

Just as quickly as you made your plate you abandoned it, moving hastily until you reached the slightly cracked door. Muffled groans could be heard from inside of the room, your hand flexes over the door handle. 

“Um, Eddie?” The groans stop. It's silent besides the sound of his TV. You grab the handle, pushing the door open slightly. 

“Eddie, it’s—“

“Go away.” His strained voice is stern, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I-I’m sorry, I heard your bell—“

“I said go away.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You back away from the door, pulling it until it's cracked once again. 

But you don’t move from the door. Rather, you do what you normally do in these situations. You think. Think about how you should have stuck up to him. You should have told him that Wayne is busy, that he either gets your help or no help at all. 

You also think of a kinder scenario, where you’re able to walk in, peel his covers back and tell him it’s okay, that he can trust you, if he would just give you a chance. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening startles you, making you take a step back from the door in front of you. Wayne walks out with a puff of steam, looking down the hall towards the living room, then down to you. He gets spooked seeing you there, shaking his head and his hand flying to his chest. 

“Everything okay?” He asks with a worried tone. 

“Um, Eddie’s bell, he rang it. But he didn’t want me so—“

“Jesus,” Wayne exhales, “Okay, thank you for trying.” He walks past you and opens Eddie’s bedroom door. “Boy!” You hear him say just as the door closes. The rest of the words are muffled as they go back and forth, and you take that as your cue to go and finish your dinner. 

The night was going just the same as it had been the last few nights this week.

“…I have a date to play this morning,” Dorothy declares as she enters the kitchen. Blanch yells out “With a man?!” in shock.

“No, with a Venus Flytrap.” Dorothy retorts with a roll of her eyes.

You laugh at Dorothy’s quip, the late night replays of the Golden Girls keeps you distracted as you half study for an anatomy test. It’s been your favorite subject so far, but it’s still proving to be difficult even this far into your schooling. Your book sits open in your lap, sitting on top of your blanket that you’ve brought from home while you sit cozied up on the Munson’s couch.

You glance up at the clock on the wall that reads just a little past 11pm. You groan, closing your book and sliding off the couch to the floor. You grab your bag and open it, pulling out your clean uniform and laying it out on the back of the couch for your opening shift. You go through your night routine and check the front door locks before getting yourself settled on the couch for bed.

Just as you get settled under the covers, you hear the soft tingle of a bell from down the hall. You jolt upright, looking down the hall where Eddie’s TV illuminated the small crack in his door. Did you actually hear his bell? Surely he knows Wayne went to work tonight, right?

The bell rings again, more aggressively this time and you respond by practically sprinting down the hall, almost tripping on your blanket as you go. You’re about to burst through the door, but stop yourself in time to remember to knock, hand on the knob to keep the door from opening. 

“E-Eddie?” You call into the slight opening. 

“...yeah,” you hear, less muffled than what you normally hear from him.

“Can I come in?”

It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again.

“Yes, please.”

Carefully, you push the bedroom door open. It’s dark, barely visible thanks only to the TV in the corner. As you step in your eyes adjust, landing on the form in the bed that is Eddie. He’s still mostly covered by his piles of blankets, but you can see a pair of eyes with the glare of the light hitting them looking straight at you, the rest of his face covered with his comforter. 

“Hi,” you say with a little wave, immediately cringing at your actions. “Um, how can I help you?”

Eddie blinks at you, unmoving. The covers over him suddenly rise, pulled down just enough for his arm to snake out, his whole body shifting to reach for something on the floor. Quickly, you move forward and to the side of his bed, not wanting him to over extend himself. 

As you get closer, you see him lifting up a plastic bottle — a hospital urinal, off of the floor slowly. For a split second you remember the easy grip silverware that you’ve been washing for him, and you instinctively reach out for the urinal before he can lift it much further off the ground.

“Let me get it for you, Mr.Munson,” you say, taking the very full container in your hands. When you look over to him, you’re able to see more of his face from his covers shifting. Or, at least what wasn’t covered by long curly hair, his pinched brow and frown lines highlighted by the TV light. He lets go of the urinal, grabbing his covers and pulling them up and over to hide himself once more. 

With a sigh, you make your way into his bathroom, flipping on the lights so you can better see where you’re dumping the urinal. When you get a proper look at the container in your hands, you have to suppress a gasp when you notice the almost brown color of the urinals contents. 

“Fuck,” you whisper quietly to yourself. This is not good. Eddie definitely needs an antibiotic, like, 3 days ago. Especially if he’s complaining of back pain, he could be getting a kidney infection, and he’s in no state to be dealing with that—

“What’s taking so long?”

Eddie’s strained voice snaps you back into reality. You quickly dump his urinal, running a little water into it and dumping that as well before running it back out to him. 

“Sorry, here you go,” you place the container back on the ground, before rushing back into the bathroom to wash your hands.

“Can I get you anything else?” You ask as you turn off his bathroom light. 

“No,” he says from under his covers.

You breathe in, “Okay, um, well I’m going to go lay down. So, just, ring the bell extra loud if you need me again. Okay?”

A grunt is all you get as confirmation from him. A hand pops out from under the covers with a remote in grasp, pushing the power button and leaving you in the dark.

A loud crash wakes you from your sleep. Practically flying down the hall, you push in Eddie’s bedroom door and flip on the light. 

“Oh my god!” You shriek out at the display before you. Eddie’s face down on the floor, halfway between his bed and his bathroom. You rush to his side and give him a quick look over, the first thing you notice being the cord from his lamp tucked around his ankle…his only ankle.

Looking over him more you realize that the plaid pajama pants he’s wearing are tied at the halfway point, emphasizing the missing lower half of his right leg. Now, you knew Eddie had difficulty with mobility. You’d seen the wheelchair in his room before, and the easy access details that were built in the house didn’t escape you either. But, you were not made aware that he was an amputee.

“Eddie, are you okay?”

There’s a pregnant pause before he finally takes a deep breath in, letting it out with audible annoyance. He turns his head hair covering his face the same as before, blowing it away with a puff of air in a comical way that makes you snort when it falls even more into his eyes. You take it upon yourself to move his hair out of the way for him, revealing a very disgruntled and very…handsome face.

“Hi,” he says, shortly, looking up at you with one big, chocolate button eye.

“Hi,” you respond, unable to suppress your smile at his attitude. “Need some help?”

“Guess you could say that,” he huffs, positioning his arms to push himself up.

“What would you like me to do?”

He says nothing, only lifting his hand up in a way that silently asks for yours in return. You take it, bracing yourself as you help him sit up. He grunts as he gets up onto his ass, face scrunching up in pain from all the movement.

“Are you hurt somewhere?” You ask, landing on your knees next to him ready to assess any injuries. 

“Not anymore than I already was,” he says with a sarcastic groan, leaning back on both hands as he breathes through the pain.

“Well, I guess that’s good,” you say, the tension leaving your shoulders as you come out of panic mode. 

As you give him a moment to collect himself, you take the opportunity to really look at Eddie for the first time. His hair is dark, wild curls sticking out every which way from being hidden under the covers. Now that it’s mostly out of his face, say for some overgrown bangs that are currently half covering his forehead, half sticking up, you can see his face pretty clearly. He really does have handsome features, his plump lips sticking out to you the most. 

A scar covers a large part of his right cheek traveling down his neck and almost to his shoulder. Similar scars of various sizes go down his arms and are littered across his torso, all of them looking very new for being a few months old already.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Eddie says with a tight smile and a sarcastic tone. 

“I’m sorry,” you say solemnly.

“S’alright. Can’t blame you for looking. I’m kinda like a car accident when you can’t look away.”

“No, no,” you shake your head, raising to your feet. “I’m sorry that this happened to you.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, his head dropping down where his hair could cover his face. He’s truly a pitiful sight, a broken man on the ground with all of his scars on display. You notice his hair is matted in the back where small rat’s nests have formed and you think about how clean the bathroom looked earlier. How long has it been since he’s left his bed?

“Do you want to take a shower?” 

Brown curls fly as Eddie’s head snaps up to look at you, an offended look on his face. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything, I’m asking you if you want to take a shower. Also, follow up question, why were you trying to get to the bathroom the begin with? Wait,” you stand up straight, a wave of hot nerves washing over you, “did you ring your bell and I didn’t hear it?”

A deep breath in, and a deep breath out. “No,” he says, his vision casting down to his lap, “I, um… I had to piss. But my piss can’s full, and I—” He huffs, hand running through his tangled hair. His voice picks up an octave, “I didn’t want to wake you up. I don’t want your help.”

“I understand,” you say, “I don’t think I would want a stranger's help trying to take a piss either.” As you talk, you cross the room to where his wheelchair is parked, pulling it over to him and kicking the locks in place. “But — and I’m sure this wont help when I say this — I am in nursing school. I’ve seen some things in the last year. Things that are, unfortunately, permanently etched into my corneas for the rest of my life.” 

He watches you with wide, curious eyes as you stand in front of him, placing yourself with your legs on either side of his. Crouching down in front of him, you reach your hands out to help him up, waiting for him to take your hands in return.

“What I’m saying is that there isn’t anything to be embarrassed about with me. You don’t have to hide from me.” 

He looks at your hands, then up to you. You give him a smile, gesturing at him to take your hands, which he finally accepts after a moment of silence. 

There’s a slight buzz that radiates in your shared touch, his rough, calloused hands grip tightly in yours. You ignore the head that creeps to your ear and count to three, bracing yourself as he uses all of his strength to pull himself up. With a quick pivot he plops down in his wheelchair, his breathing heavy after using so much energy.

“You okay?” You ask, waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Yeah,” breath in. “I’m fine,” breath out.

“Maybe we should skip the shower tonight?” You question with a raised brow.

“I never agreed to a shower in the first place,” he retorts.

You nod your head in acceptance. “Well, what if I at least brush your hair while you’re up—”

“No. Nope. No thanks.” His resistance was punctuated with exaggerated hand movements.

“Alright, alright,” you ceded, not wanting to push your luck. “Do you still need to pee or am I helping you back in bed?”

“I can do it myself,” he says, sloppily maneuvering his wheelchair towards the bathroom, facing away from you. Without another word, Eddie pushes the bathroom door closed and leaves you standing in the middle of his bedroom. You blink a few times, until you remember him mentioning that his urinal is full. Grabbing it from the other side of his bed, you take it to the hall bathroom to dump out, keeping a tentative ear in case Eddie calls out for you.

At the same time that you walk back into the bedroom, Eddie opens the bathroom door and wheels himself out. The look on his face is pained, brows furrowed together with a wince.

“Are you okay?” You ask, setting his urinal back where he could reach it.

“I’m fine,” he says shortly, making an attempt to straighten his face.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

He gives you a sharp glare. “I said I’m fine.”

You were about to throw your hands up in defense, not wanting to poke the bear. But, something inside you told you to keep pushing.

“Eddie, can I be honest with you?”

He stares at you from the other side of the bed.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say sarcastically. “I’m pretty sure you have a UTI. Do you know what that is?”

“Yeah, I’m aware,” he states with a huff.

“Okay…so can I ask why you’re not going to a doctor for it?”

His eyes clamp shut, and he breathes in sharply with a bit of a shake.

“Listen, I get you’re like a student nurse or something. But, to me, you’re just a glorified babysitter, alright? You don’t know a damn thing about me, so just…” Eddie looks up at you, waving his hand dismissively. “Answer the bell when it rings.”

Do his words sting a little? Maybe a tad. But really you feel bad for him more than anything. Wayne’s told you that Eddie was a troublemaker at times before what happened, but he has a heart of gold and has always meant well. The sadness in the old man’s eyes looks a lot like the pain in the eyes of the younger man before you. And you know pain makes people behave in strange ways.

“Hey, little lady. I think it’s time for you to get up and goin’.” Wayne’s soft, gruff voice stirs you from your slumber, pulling you from the light sleep you had fallen into after making sure Eddie got back into bed okay. Rubbing your eyes, the light from the kitchen illuminates the wall clock reading 4:30 in the morning. You let out a low, petulant groan as you rise from the couch, sliding down to the ground below to grab your things and get ready for the day. 

The smell of coffee penetrates your nostrils as you wash your face, followed by a scent of eggs and bacon that makes your stomach cry out. You were definitely going to have to stop somewhere and grab something to eat on the way to work.

Just as you step out of the bathroom, Eddie’s bell rings from his room. Not wanting Wayne to leave his food to get cold, you cross the hall and knock on Eddie’s door. When he gives you the go head, you push the door open and are once again greeted by only a lump under a mattress. 

“What can I help you with?” You ask as you enter the room.

“Are you making food?”

“Oh, I’m not. Wayne is though. Do you want me to have him make you a plate?”

“Wayne’s home?”

“Yeah, he just got—”

“Then why are you still here?”

Your mouth snaps shut. If you weren’t so tired, you’d probably just brush it off as him being grumpy. But your lack of restful sleep had you pivoting on your heel and closing the door behind you. You didn’t have the energy to deal with his attitude this early in the morning, so he could wait.

“Smells good in here,” you say cheerfully, pushing Eddie’s comment to the back of your mind.

“Glad you think so. Yours is sitting right there for ya.” Wayne nods his head towards the bar seat where a plate of eggs, bacon and toast sits waiting.

“Oh, Mr.Munson, you didn’t have to—”

“Now, now, can’t send ya into work on an empty stomach now can I?”

You pull out the seat and sit in it slowly. You feel guilty for eating their food, but you would also feel terrible to turn down a meal made for you.

As you start to eat, you watch as Wayne makes another plate. He takes the time to break up the pieces of bacon into small parts and cuts the scrambled eggs up to make them more loose. He grabs the plate and a bowl full of what looks like oatmeal and excuses himself from the kitchen. 

It only takes a moment of him being gone for you to notice that he forgot the silverware sitting on the counter. You thought about just leaving it, not really wanting to deal with Eddie any more at this point, but Wayne did make you food after a long shift at work so you might as well do it for him.

You bump the door open softly with your hip, utensils in one hand and some napkins in the other. The bickering between the two men ceases as they hear you come in with a sweet smile on your face.

“Might be hard to eat without these,” you say sweetly, placing the items on Eddie’s tray. Wayne’s eyes dart back and forth between you and where Eddie is sitting up, uncovered. Eddie glares at you, not acknowledging his uncle’s reaction to what he thinks is the first time you’re seeing his nephew.

Wayne’s hand taps against Eddie’s arm subtly. “Thank you, ma’am,” he says with raised brows, looking at Eddie expectantly.

“What?” he says, playing dumb.

“Ed, seriously.”

“Ugh, fine. Thanks.”

“You are so welcome. I hope you have a good weekend, Eddie,” you say as you turn to leave the room. “See you on Monday!”

Water splashes under your tires as you drive up the muddy driveway to the hidden Munson home. It’s been a dreary day, overcast and a consistent downpour setting the mood from the moment you woke up. All the studying you did in the Munson’s living room last week paid off when you passed your test this morning, and the rest of the day consisted of lab work, which was the only reason you managed to keep your eyes open until the end of class.

As you park your car, pulling your hood over your head to protect yourself from the rain, you rush to your back seat to grab your bags and the two pizza boxes you stopped to get on the way over. A comfort food for you, and you doubted that the two men inside would turn down a slice. Hopefully Wayne would take some with him to work so he wouldn’t have to worry about his lunch.

With full hands you opted to knock on the door instead of trying to fumble your keys out and juggle two large, hot boxes of pizza. It took a moment but the door eventually swung open with an overjoyed Wayne on the other side.

“What’s all this now?” He says with a chuckle, stepping aside for you to come in.

“It’s my favorite rainy day food,” you say as you kick your muddy shoes off, leaving them on the porch and stepping inside. “And I figured I’d get enough to share. Payback for breakfast on Friday.”

As you entered the home, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there had been some decorating done over the weekend. Some shelves line the walls in various spots, mostly empty except for a mug and a couple hats, but it made a world of difference to the space by comparison.

“Ya don’t have’ta pay me back for anything like that,” Wayne says as he takes the boxes from you and takes them into the living room. “It’s the least I can do. I wish I could pay ya something for being here.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better I wouldn’t take your money anyway,” you say taking in the made kitchen table, no longer covered in boxes. “I like what you’ve done with the place, by the way.” You look at Wayne directly and really notice the dark circles under his eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept all weekend.

“Thanks…it’s nothing compared to the old place, but over time…” A distant sadness lives in his stare as he scans the room, looking past you before finally focusing once again on the food in front of him. “Well, I’m hoping that we can make it feel like a home, eventually.”

A loud groan from down the hall startles you and Wayne’s head drops with exasperation. “I better go check on him,” Wayne sighs, pushing off from the counter and taking off towards Eddie’s room. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask, following behind him.

“Not really,” Wayne says, “Whatever he has, it’s gotten worse since you left. He’s got a fever that we’ve trying to fight—”

“A fever?!” You stop at the mouth of the hall, “And he still hasn’t seen a doctor?”

“Trust me, if I could get him to go I would. But he’s convinced it’ll pass on it’s own.”

Shit, this isn’t good, you think. Quietly, you peak in the door behind Wayne and you have to catch yourself before you audibly gasp. Eddie’s laid up in his bed, face flushed and his hair pulled up and out of his face with a washcloth on his forehead. The sheets around him look like they’re drenched from sweat and he’s covered in nothing but a thin sheet, likely burning up from the fever. 

Backing out of the doorway, you pad down the hall as quickly as you can and grab their wall phone, fingers hitting the keys as fast as you can move them. You had thought about doing this all weekend, but you’d just hoped that maybe Eddie would cave and let Wayne take him to a doctor.

“Hello?” The familiar voice of your family doctor, who you called Ms. Gene, on the other line pulls a sigh of relief from you. She had been a friend of your grandmother’s and always told you to call her if you ever needed anything, even after hours, staying true to her word when your grandpa had his heart attack and she walked you through how to perform CPR at 12 years old.

Over the phone you told her the symptoms that Eddie was having, but replacing his name with yours. “Oh, my word,” Ms. Gene says on the other line, “That sounds like a pretty bad infection, dear. Probably going to need an antibiotic and some Pridium to help with the pain. Are you still staying with your friend, Tonya? I can call it in to a pharmacy over there for you.”

“Oh, um, I’m actually doing some volunteer work in Hawkins. If you could call in to me, like, as soon as possible, that would be perfect.”

“Hawkins? Where that Earthquake happened? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised you’d go somewhere like that to help. Where do you want me to call it in to?”

“Uummmmm,” you stall, running over to the cabinet where Wayne keeps Eddie’s pain medicine, grabbing a bottle and reading the pharmacy’s information to her.

“Alright, I’ll call that over for you,” she says sweetly.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Gene. You are a life saver!”

“Of course, dear. Oh, before you go,” she say, grabbing your attention again. “I noticed here that you haven’t called for your birth control since February. Is there anything you need to tell me?”

“No, ma’am,” you cringe, “I just, um, I’ve been busy with school and I h-haven’t exactly needed it.”

“Ah, I see,” she says with an obvious skepticism. “Well, if you do start needing it again, just give me a call, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

Just as you hang up the phone, Wayne walks back into the kitchen with a defeated look. The combination of Eddie’s condition and Wayne’s obvious stress has you feeling the tension in the air, making your words come out your mouth before you think about them.

“Wayne, I, um,” you stutter, “I need to run into town, to-to the pharmacy. I was going to stop on the way in and totally forgot.”

“Oh, okay,” Wayne turns to look at the clock on the stove. You’d gotten there early again, which hopefully would mean that you had enough time to get to the pharmacy and come back before Wayne needed to leave.

“Ya know you can use our stuff here, right? Don’t have to bring all your own things from home.”

“O-oh, thank you. But, um, the stuff I need is…personal.” He looks at you with a quirked brow and a slight tilt of the head. “Girl stuff,” you state, hoping that would be good enough of an excuse. And it was, the tips of his ears going red when he got the idea.

Thanks to Wayne’s very detailed directions you were able to get around the construction and to the Hawkin’s pharmacy and back within an hour. The rain had let up to a sprinkle when you pulled in again, Wayne walking out of the house as you pulled the keys from the ignition. 

“Sorry, I hope I’m not making you late. Did you grab some pizza?”

Wayne lifts a plastic bag with the food and a couple soda cans, “Got some right here. And it’s alright, I’ll be just fine. Did you, um, get what you needed?” You mimic his move, lifting your plastic bag as well, which elicited a hardy chuckle from the older man. “Good, good,” he says with a nod, “In the hall bathroom, I went ahead and cleared you a shelf in the closet in there. So, feel free to keep your stuff there. You don’t have to,” he says assuredly, “but I figured I’d give ya the option, ya’know?”

Your cheeks squish your eyes with how hard you smile, overwhelmed with the consideration of your needs. Something you’re not used to.

“Thank you very much, Wayne. That was very sweet of you to do.”

His ears turn red again, but he smiles back. “I’m — we’re not really used to having women around, but I want you to be comfortable here. You bein’ here has been more helpful than you think.”

The praise goes right to your heart, and you beam so hard you’re surprised the clouds didn’t part and let in a ray of sunshine over you. Instead, the rain starts to pick up again and the two of you part ways quickly to escape the downpour. 

As soon as you get settled inside, you bust out the prescription bags and look over the medication directions. The antibiotic that Ms.Gene prescribed is for 10 days, and you realize that you didn’t even think about what you would do when you weren’t there. You don’t think Wayne would be mad about getting Eddie an antibiotic since he’s still being so stubborn, but you also don’t want to assume. Maybe you’ll wait to tell him on Friday when Eddie starts to feel better.

You prep the medicine and head down the hall where you can hear Eddie moaning lowly from his room. Knocking first, you push the door open and find Eddie to be in the same condition as he was when you saw him earlier. You felt awful for him, almost missing the bad attitude compared to the pained sounds he’s giving you now.

“Eddie,” you coo softly, grabbing his water jug from his bedside table. His eyes flutter open, half lidded and following your movements as you stand next to him. “Eddie, I’m going to sit you up a bit, okay?”

“Why?” He huffs out, wincing as the head of his bed raises him up to an almost sitting position.

“I have some medicine for you,” you say, showing him the pills in the little plastic cup. 

He shakes his head, “No, no, Wayne already gave me my night meds.”

“These are different from those,” you offer the small cup to him to look at. “I just went and picked them up for you. The yellow and black one is an antibiotic and the little brown one will help with urinary pain.” He keeps shaking his head, refusing the medication. You look up at the ceiling, breathing in and out to calm yourself before you get frustrated. “Eddie, why don’t you want to take them? You have to feel terrible. Do you not want to get better?”

His eyes stay trained on his lap, the gears in his brain turning. His mouth opens to speak, but quickly snaps shut as he shakes his head more. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he says, his voice going up an octave as his eyes go glossy.

“No, you’re right. You don’t,” you say softly. “But, I do want to help you, despite what you want to think. If there’s something I can do to help you believe that, I would love to hear it.”

His head luls to the side, eyes moving back and forth before rolling to look at you. “Let me see the bottles,” he says.

“The bottles?”

“Yes, the pill bottles.”

“Oh, okay!” You set the cup on the bedside table and run into the kitchen. Grabbing the pill bottles you all but sprint back to his room, presenting the two orange bottles to him. He doesn’t take them, rather he leans in and looks over them closely.

“Is that your name?” He nods to where your information is listed on the top of the label. 

“Yeah, it is. I had to do it that way. Can’t request something for you so I figured this was the next best option.”

“And Wayne said it was okay?”

“Well, about that…” You set the bottles down, “I kinda forgot to tell him. But with the grief you’ve been giving him, I’m sure he won’t be too upset.”

“Whatever,” Eddie says with a roll of his eyes. “He knows why I don’t want to go…”

You grab the cup of pills and present them to him again. “I’m sure he does. But, you really need to start these before you end up in the hospital. Or worse, the infection spreads and you get blood poisoning and die.” Eddie huffs out a small laugh, but you choose not to ponder on it and instead grab his water jug. “So, are you gonna take them or am I gonna have to call the squad to come get you by the end of the week?”

He sighs and presents a scarred hand to you, the tissue thick and uneven where it looked like some of it may have been graphed. You turn the cup over and let the pills fall into his palm, watching as he brings them to his mouth and takes a sip from the straw of his water. You didn’t ask him to, but he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue as if to show you he’s taken them, a reflex you wonder if he got from his long stay at the hospital.

As you watch him, you can’t help but look him over again. Admiring his profile, the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows. You notice that his scars on his chest cover his left pec, his whole left nipple missing in the mess of healed flesh. The bumpy flesh on his sides smooth out in the middle, to his belly button, where a trail of hair disappears into the thin sheet—

“Can you put the bed back down now, please?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You snap back to the present, heat on your cheeks and shame in your gut when you realize you were gawking at your patient. Your patient who is sick and needs your help to take care of him. Pin needle tingles flush into a layer of sweat over your body from the guilt.

“Is there anything else you need?” You ask as the bed reaches its flattest position. Hurriedly, you grab everything you left on his bedside table and move it back to where it was next to the bed.

“Um, yeah,” Eddie’s voice strains as he stretches his right hand to reach his bedside table, fingers moving slowly in an attempt to pick up the wash rag you saw on his forehead earlier.

“Want me to run it under some cold water?” Walking around the bed, you pick the damp rag up. Your fingers brush against his, making you retract them back to your body which sends the wash rag to the floor. “Sorry, sorry,” you say quickly, bending over to pick up the rag. You make a beeline to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to it’s coldest setting, splashing a little over your cheeks as it runs out.

“I, uh, I don’t need the washcloth anymore,” you hear Eddie’s voice call out, softer than you’ve heard from him so far. It sparks a bit of concern in you, making you lean back to check on him. He’s pulled the blankets back up over him, his whole body turned away from you. When the TV’s volume goes up a few clicks, you just assume that his pain meds are kicking in and making him sleepy.

After turning off the water, you ask Eddie one more time if he needs anything, to which he simply shakes his head, refusing to acknowledge you anymore. You leave his door open a crack as you walk out and rush across the hall into the second bathroom. You let out a quiet shriek, running your hands over your face as you replay the way you looked at him over and over in your mind. What the hell was wrong with you? Are you that touch starved that any bit of skin makes you act like an 1800’s man who’s just seen a woman’s ankle? You need to get it together, sooner rather than later. 

Maybe a shower will clear your head.

“Eddie,” you call out from across the hall. No answer.

“Eddieee,” you call again. Nothing.

You step out of the bathroom and take the few steps to the bedroom door.

“Eddie?” The sound of shuffling and a few curses make you jump back.

“Eddie, is everything okay—”

“Yes, I’m fine, what do you want?” He sounds aggravated, and you think that maybe he had actually fallen asleep and you had just woke him up.

“I’m sorry, I was just going to tell you I’m going to take a shower. I’ll let you go back to sleep.” There’s no response other than a creak from the bed, so you leave it at that.

After two days of rain, Wednesday is much clearer. The early september sun beat down on your face through the window as your teacher goes through the day’s notes. But you’re barely able to focus on the words, your mind elsewhere as you think about the lack of sleep you got the last two nights. 

As if you had manifested it, your period decided to show up yesterday morning when you weren’t expecting it and you became a victim of period insomnia that night. Even worse, you almost bled through your school uniform on the way from leaving the Munson’s. Thankfully you were able to rush to the bathroom just before class started, but you only felt worse the rest of the day. 

You’re not sure if you were wearing your discomfort in your features or if Eddie was just feeling merciful, but he had been fairly pleasant for you when it came to taking care of him. He even promised to let you work on fixing his hair once he was feeling better.

Well, he didn’t say yes, but maybe is good enough for you for now.

With about thirty minutes left in class, your teacher calls your name and snaps you out of your daydream

“You’re needed in the counselor's office,” she says monotonically.

“O-okay,” you stutter, gathering your things quickly and heading to the main offices.

As you walk in, the lady at the desk is on the phone, not paying you any attention and she plays with the gum in her mouth. You stand there for a few minutes waiting for her to get off the phone, but she seems to be having a personal conversation, her beehive hair tilting to the side as she puts the phone between her ear and shoulder. 

You’re about to open your mouth to say something when a door behind her opens. With some papers in his hand, the guy from your volunteer sign ups, Sam walks out. His brows perk up when he notices you, bright smile on display as he makes his way to you.

“Hey, I was just about to come get you,” he says with a soft chuckle. “Thought maybe you got lost on the way here.”

“N-no,” you say, “I was, um…waiting.” You glance over at the receptionist, whose eyes are glued to the man in front of you.

“Ah, I see,” he says with a nod. “Well, if you don’t mind stepping back into my office with me here.” He motions for you to follow him back to the door he came out of. You can feel the eyes of the beehive staring daggers into your back even after he closes the door behind you.

“Please, have a seat,” he gestures to the chair in front of what you assume is his desk as he sits down behind it. You sit down, straightening your skirt in an attempt to get comfortable as he pulls a folder out from a drawer.

“So,” he starts, “I just wanted to, um, touch base with you on your volunteer work. More specifically, how you’re feeling with your client.”

“You mean Eddie?” You ask.

“Yes, yes, Eddie Munson. I think I told you that day that he wasn’t a very sought after client, and I’m sure by now you’re aware as to why.”

“Because of the accusations.” It’s not a question, rather a statement.

“Yes, exactly.” He leans forward in his seat. “The company that’s running the program was surprised that anyone had agreed to take him. But, I told them that a…” He pauses for a moment, subtly looking you up and down, “...very special person took Mr.Munson in without hesitation. And when I tell you they were relieved — it would be an understatement, truly. But…”

“But?” You ask with a quirked brow.

“But,” he continues, “I’m just…I just want to make sure you’re feeling…safe.”

“Safe? Like when I’m there?”

“Yes. I know he lives with his uncle so you’re not alone, but if you were to be left alone with you, would you feel safe?”

Oh, this guy has no idea.

“Absolutely,” you say without hesitation. “Eddie is wounded at best and grumpy at worst. But I can’t think of a single moment where I’ve ever felt unsafe. I’ve actually felt quite welcome there. They’re very sweet people.”

Sam nods with a satisfied smile as you talk, visibly relaxing in his chair.

“Good, that’s great to hear,” he says, making a note on a paper in the folder in front of him. “I’m glad we were able to find a good fit, for the both of you it seems. Now, on the day you signed up, I did forget to have you fill out this paper here—” He slides a paper in front of you with the VisitingAngels logo on the top. “This is just asking for your basic info; name, address, a good phone number. It’s all for the volunteer company to keep on record. It must have been missing from the folder I had that day.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, pulling the chair up to the desk. Sam slides a pen over to you, and you can feel his eyes on you as you fill out the paper. You spare him a quick glance, and he flashes you a smile. He’s more handsome up close you think.

Once you’ve finished you slide the papers back to him, his finger touching yours as he takes them. 

“Great, thank you,” he says, tucking the paper into the folder and closing it.

“Of course,” you say, straightening up in your chair. “Was there…anything else you needed me for?”

Sam hesitates for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Actually, yes. I, um, I think you volunteer later in the day, is that correct?”

“Yes, I’m usually at the Munson’s house by 5. Why?”

“How long would you say you’re usually there for?”

You feel beads of sweat forming in your hairline. Did someone find out you were staying overnight with Eddie? Would he get in trouble if you were? Would you get in trouble? Would they take him away as your client?”

“Um, I would—I think I leave at 7, on-on average. Yeah…I get there, make sure he eats and get him settled for bed. Sometimes we sit and talk. Y-you know, caregiver stuff.”

“I see, I see,” Sam nods. “So that means…This Friday you don’t have any plans after 7 then?”

Your head reels back. “I’m sorry? I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

He laughs nervously, adjusting himself in his chair. “I, um, well, I’m asking if you’re free on Friday night, because I wanted to see if I could maybe take you to dinner?”

Your eyes dart around the office in disbelief. What is happening right now? You don’t get asked out. Tonya gets asked out by guys at the bar. The girls in your class get asked out by guys in other majors. The girl who bullied you in high school gets asked out by your crush. But not you…

“W-what?”

“Sorry if this seems sudden, but I’ve honestly been thinking about you since that day we met and…I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, closing in on himself a bit. “I just thought I would ask. But I understand if you can’t.”

Damn it.

“Well, I can’t on Friday,” you start, and the strings of your heart pull when the man in front of you deflates. “But…I could do Saturday?”

“Really? Okay, I can make that work.” Sam grabs a post-it note and writes his name and number down before handing it to you. “Here's my number, just in case. I guess I’ll pick you up—” He opens the folder again and points at where you wrote Tonya’s address on the paper, “...at your place around 7?”

You nod. “Sounds like a date.”

thank you for reading.

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[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

The One

Prompt: Hours away from your wedding, you visit Gibbs, needing to ask him a question that’s been on your mind for years.

Various family members had come in and out of your room, helping you get ready for your wedding that was set to happen in 6 hours. It wasn’t a big venue, just mainly close family and friends and their plus ones. The location was a botanical garden your fiancé’s parents had decided on, even after you had voiced that you preferred it in a small church. During most of the wedding planning you didn’t get much say at all, all of it being organized by your future mother in law who felt she knew best.

Your fiancé was too submissive to go against his parents wishes, not wanting to ruffle anyone’s feathers at the cost of making you feel unimportant.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, hair finished as your curls fell over your shoulders and sighed. Something was keeping you uneasy all morning. You could just blame it on cold feet but that wouldn’t explain why you couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone that wasn’t your husband to be. You looked down at the multiple unanswered texts you had sent him throughout the day, telling him you really wished to see him at the wedding.

He was your friend of 5 years, you two met on a joint operations case between the FBI and NCIS. The both of you kept in touch, meeting up for a quick cup of coffee and chat almost every week. You would be lying if you said you never thought of him more than just a friend but for whatever reason, it never exceeded friendly conversations and occasional late night cafe dinners. The last thing you wanted was to ruin your friendship by catching feelings that most likely weren’t returned.

4 years later and multiple bad breakups later, you found the one you wanted to marry. Or at least think you did. Sure, the two of you weren’t as compatible as you’d like but it’ll work itself out with time, right?

Another big sigh from you, it became clear what you were gonna have to do. Getting up and dressing into something casual, you grabbed your keys and left your room. No one stopped to see where you were going, all too worried about whatever task they had been given by mother in lawzilla, so getting in your car and leaving went smoothly.

The drive wasn’t long as you pulled into the quiet neighborhood and parked just outside his house. His old truck parked in the driveway told you he was there as your hands suddenly became clammy with nervousness. You got out of your car and made your way up to his door. You knew it was unlocked and all you needed to do was walk in but you were frozen. You hadn’t thought your plan all the way through and now your head was filling with doubts.

As if your body knew something you didn’t, your hand opened the door and your legs carried you in. Surely, he had heard you come in so there was no turning back now. The house was quiet except the sound of power tools being used from down below.

The floor creaked as you walked towards the basement and began to descend the stairs. You were going to call out his name in announcement but he was already standing there looking up at you. Dressed in a plain blue plaid button down and some cargo pants slightly dusted in wood shavings, it was a good look for him.

“Hey Jethro,” you started.

“Hey Y/N.”

You made it to the bottom of the stairs and continued until he was only a few feet in front of you.

“You haven’t been answering any of my texts.”

He licked his lips and looked down guiltily before responding. “I know.”

Feeling antsy, you walked over to the boat and ran your hands over the newly sanded edges. He took that time to grab two small glasses and pour 2 fingers of his whiskey in them, handing you one.

You took a bigger sip than necessary, hoping it would help the building anxiety.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married in less than 6 hours,” you said, leaning against his workbench.

“Lucky man,” he responded flatly.

“Is he?” He gave you a look of inquiry. “I mean we don’t have that much in common. His parents don’t really like me and..”

You stopped, refraining yourself from finishing the sentence and took another sip of the whiskey.

“I don’t know. I mean did you think your ex wife was gonna be the one when you married her? Marriage is a big deal, you don’t just go and marry anyone. What’s so special about me?”

“I don’t think I’m the one to ask about marriage,” he said with a short chuckle. “But I’m sure he has many reasons why you’re special to him.”

“I don’t know Jethro. I never really thought in depth about our relationship until now. It almost feels as if the last year and a half was a blur, nothing standing out too much. Our relationship isn’t like what they describe in all the romantic books and movies. Sometimes I feel like he’s more of a platonic friend than fiancé.”

“Then why say yes to marrying him?”

You didn’t have a straight answer for his question. The proposal had gone so fast and in public, you didn’t have much time to think about it without looking like you were gonna say no.

“I don’t really know. Because it was the logical choice? We’ve been together for almost 2 years now.”

He shook his head and swirled the amber liquid in his mason jar, taking a step towards you.

“You don’t marry someone because it’s logical Y/N. You marry them because you can’t see yourself with anyone else and want nothing more than to spend every day coming home to them. You marry all of their traits that you fell in love with, including the weird ones. Marriage is a team effort and if you aren’t both absolutely on the same page, it’ll never work.”

Tears welled in your eyes, his words making you realize just how dumb you have been. You knew your fiancé wasnt your soulmate. You had more in common with Jethro than him. And that’s what bugged you the most. Being best friends with the person you wanted something more from and not having the courage to say anything. But now it’s time. It’s time for you to know if there could’ve been anything between you and Jethro.

“I just need you to answer one question Jethro. Is there something more between us than just being friends? Because every time I’m with you, I can’t think straight. I enjoy every moment we spend together and can’t wait for the next one. You always make me feel so happy and cared for but am I alone in those feelings?”

He sighed and finished his drink, turning to walk away.

“Don’t ignore the question Jethro! Please. Just talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say Y/N? That I’m jealous that your boyfriend of 1 year gets to marry you instead of me? He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know that you like to look up at the stars at night when you’ve had a bad day at work. He doesn’t know that you actually have a PhD in science but don’t tell anyone because you don’t want to feel like you’re better than anyone else.”

He turned back, now headed your way, confessions continuing to spill from his mouth.

“I bet he doesn’t notice the way you arch your eyebrow when you’re lying. Or how you pour half a gallon of milk into your coffee after adding a cup of sugar. You’re right Y/N. There is something more between us but it’s too late. You’re gonna marry him and I’ll be there for you just as your friend.”

You let the tears fall, elated and heartbroken at the same time.

“But I want to be the one,” he said cryptically, /settng his whiskey down.

“One what?” you asked as he came closer, causing your breath to hitch.

“The one to kiss you before he takes you away from me,” he breathed, closing the gap between the two of you. Almost reflexively, the glass you had dropped to the floor and overcome with so many emotions it made you light headed, you kissed him back, holding onto him for support. One hand on the back of your neck and the other holding you tight, your tongues met and danced with each other until both of you were out of breath.

Both of you let out heavy breaths as you pulled apart but he didn’t let you go. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, your nose, your jaw and your neck, making your eyes flutter closed. He then released you and took a step back. His words and actions had changed everything.

You couldn’t get married now knowing what you knew. You weren’t sure how to put it into words but something told you that Jethro knew that as well.

“Thank you,” you finally answered. You were sure your makeup was ruined from all the crying and stress but it didn’t matter any more. You pulled him in for a hug, arms wrapping around his neck and just breathing him in. Without hesitation, his arms held you close again. Yeah, you could get use to this.

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[banquetwriter]

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pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, major deppression

summary: ʚ you go through a depressive episode and Johnnie helps ɞ

Words: 1777

An: so this was horrible for me to write and I'm so so sorry

Guilt was racking through your body. You don't have any energy left in your body nowadays, it's the reason you haven't posted in almost two months. It's the reason your room and subsequent house are filthy. It's the reason why no matter how hard you try you never ever seem to fit in.

Your cheeks are tear-stained, and you haven’t washed your face in god knows how long. You've showered sure, but you haven't done your proper skincare in weeks.

Your depression has been a part of your life for as long as you can remember. It gets better, sometimes, other times it drains you of everything you have. Every day felt like a battle for you. You sigh looking at your phone it is almost 4 pm.

Your boyfriend, Johnnie, had texted you almost 2 hours ago. The rough nights you experienced led you to wake up late in the afternoon, so the plan usually involved Johnnie heading over whenever you woke up or after he was done filming.

He has wished you a good ‘morning’ and to let him know when he could head over. You wanted to indulge, truly you did, but Johnnie didn't deserve that. He had enough in his life to worry about. There was no need to worry him with your pathetic life.

The issue is you couldn't keep him on the hook like this. You sighed picking up your phone, you numbly typed out a plain excuse, telling him today wouldn't work. You put the phone down and roll over in your bed again.

You sat curled in a little ball staring out your window. There were crows sitting on top of the next-door building. You sat and quietly observed the birds, watching them move side to side. You wish life were that simple, all you had to worry about was eating and flying around.

You didn't have to worry about the eternally crushing depression that sucks your life form. Your face heated up again with the thought of Johnnies, tears pooling in your eyes.

You missed him so much. He was such a caring loving person, it wasn't always easy for him to show that. He had his ways though. Always make sure you eat, get decent sleep, etc.

Your relationship was usually the opposite way, you know just how much he struggled. You were going to be there for absolutely all of it no matter what. Nothing was going to stop you from loving him. He shouldn't have to worry about you.

But he did, it was the reason why when he saw your texting while editing he immediately called you. You were always such a beacon of positivity for him. He knew the signs, from himself and his friends. You had stopped eating unless he forced you to.

You were wearing long sleeves and sweatpants only. You never went out, just stayed in your room. He can't even remember the last time you said more than a few words to him in a single conversation. He placed the phone next to his ear and nervously tapped his foot on the floor of his room.

“Hello?” you answered with a croak. Johnnie never called you unless he really really missed your voice. Which for him was usually the case when it was nighttime. Those were extreme cases, he hated talking on the phone and absolutely despised it. Too many nerves for him.

He didn't speak for a second, half expecting you not to answer for some reason. “Hey,” he starts. You hold your breath for a second knowing what the conversation was about before he even started to speak.

“Can I please come over? I'm worried about you.”Johnnie says over the phone, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. You inhaled with a shaky breath. “You can. It won't be a lot of fun though,” you mumbled back to him fiddling with your piercing.

“Well- when can I come over?” he asked. This awkward tension filled the phone line, the systematic white noise causing your heart to beat heavily. “Whenever you want Johnnie I'm not leaving the house anytime ever,” you reply sarcastically earning an annoyed grunt from Johnnie.

“I can be over soon, I'll let you know when my Uber shows up and I'm on my way ok?” He knew your bad attitude was because of something, and no matter how much it was upsetting him he needed to be here for you.

You on the other hand could cry from guilt. How dare you be a pathetic sack all day, cancel on your boyfriend only for him to kindly offer to be there for you and you are rude to him? On top of that, he has to pay to drive to YOUR house! “No Johnnie don't call an Uber I will come pick you up.” you offered, standing up and searching for your keys.

“I thought you weren't leaving.” he rebutted. You took a deep breath, “but I love you, so I'm not gonna make you pay to cheer me up ok?” you spoke finally finding your keys. “I don't want to stress you out.” you heard over the phone.

You tried to fight his kindness but after a minute it was clear he wasn't going to let you drive. Today was a relaxing day for you, at least it was supposed to be.

You were a protector, it's what made Johnnie fall so in love with you. You were so kind and caring for him, constantly taking care of him when he had those days when he just couldn't take it anymore.

You never did it with the intention to receive it though. So when Johnnie knocked on your door and you trudged to open it for him it shocked you how much he did care.

You tried to make yourself look strong but as your eyes locked tears pooled crowding your vision. You turned away from the door and him as you covered your face with your hands.

You couldn't stop the pull of dread that filled your heart. You felt your knees touch the floor as you collapsed onto the ground. You could hear the door close and Johnnie rushed to your side. He was speaking about something, maybe he was saying how you were going to be ok.

Maybe he was begging you to tell him what was going on. You weren't sure. All you could focus on was ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart, and the crocodile tears that leaped from your face.

His hands ran against your back and shoulders. Eventually, you were able to look up at him. He wasn't wearing any makeup, just a hat with a button-up and skinny jeans. All you could mutter out was a broken “I'm sorry.”

Your voice cracked and shattered as you spoke. Your boyfriend and the love of your life stared at you back, his face heating up his own tears forming. He sat with you behind your couch on the floor.

“Let's move to the couch,” he said his voice coming out falsely confident, you shook your head, yes taking his hand that helped you up. He wasn't used to helping people like this, he would try his best and maybe give advice.

But he tried to do what you did with him. He sat you down on the couch, taking note of your appearance. You had dulled messy hair, dark almost permanent circles under your eyes, you looked pale and gaunt your face seemingly shrunk.

He rushed away from you, getting you a cup of water, something you did for him without fail. He set it in your hands knowing the coolness would ground you. He moved to your side sitting down next to you. He hesitantly placed his hand on your chest feeling your heartbeat.

It was rapid and intense as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his other arm around you and tilting his head on your shoulder. As you slowly sipped the water between hiccups he felt your heartbeat slow and your breath wasn't so rapid. You were calming down.

Once you finished your cup you set it down and shifted so your head was resting on his almost bare chest. He moved his hat off and sat normally on the couch as you cuddled up to him. He wasn't sure what he should say that could help.

After all, he wasn't very good at this but he so desperately wanted to be. “I don't know when this really started for me. As long as I can remember I was different. Things that seemed so small for other people worried me so much,” you spoke, finally breaking the silence.

He knew some of your past and struggles but nothing too deep. He wanted to hear them from you. This was the best way to do that. He didn't say anything yet, he just looked down and observed you as you played against him.

“I felt this feeling when I was all alone and it was cold and rainy outside. It was almost like a shiver up my spine. I was feeling so safe and protected all alone like that, if I hadn't frozen I could have stayed in the rain forever.” he wasn't sure where exactly your story was going but he knew you and he also knew it was important.

“I was so comfortable with being alone, that stayed with me. There are days more often than not when I cannot do anything. I sit and rot in my bed all day, I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't do anything.” Johnnie did not know that. He knew since he was busy with filming you often just stayed home.

It doesn't sound like that was a good thing, however. “I am drowning but I've pretended to stay afloat for so long. I'm so fucking tired Johnnie I don't know what I'm going to do anymore.” Your voice was calm but powerful.

You didn't move but you could hear Johnnie's heartbeat increase. “I haven't taken care of myself in so long.” this was whispered, for a second you weren't sure if you had said it out loud. You suppose you did when Johnnie pulled you away from you, your confession hung on the air like wet clothes.

He took a second before he nearly engulfed you with a hug. He squeezed your whole body tight, “Please don't leave.” was all he whispered in your ear. He cradled your body tightly. He slowly started to rock you back and forth. The lull of his body slowly sent you to sleep.

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[love-hatred-stuff]

»sorrowful«

genre: angst, bestfriend/soulmate!bucky

warnings: short mention of drinks, (Gabriel from part 1), mentions of physical pain through mental pain

excuse any mistakes

part 1

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»You still haven’t talked to her?« Sam could see it in Bucky’s face the second he set foot in to this room.

He shook his head.

In all the years they’ve been friends, Sam did not once see Buck this distressed and miserable.

»She’s not talking to me anymore.« His once strong and hard voice is now hushed and faint.

It’s like he’s replaced. A drunken and lifeless soul captured his body.

»Come on. Don’t be so upset about it, just give her the space she needs and she will come back sooner or later.«

Bucky’s face contorted, knowing you probably wouldn’t.

»I am, Sam! I’m giving her so much space! But it’s been two weeks now and I can’t do it anymore. She’s found herself a new best friend, if not more than that. Gabriel is there for her now. I should find my peace with it, shouldn’t I?« He looks at Sam with tired eyes.

»I’m really sorry, man. I really thought she liked you back«

»I don’t just "like her", I love her. And she doesn’t. That’s inconvenient for me, but I can’t force her, especially when I fucked up like I did.« Bucky’s aware.

Not that you made it hard for him to understand. You didn’t even answer his texts anymore.

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You’ve just said goodbye to Gabriel, who brought you home after a night out with him. You two met quite a lot over the last two weeks and you could say that you’ve become really fond of him. He was good company. He’s a gentleman, a happy and charming person, someone who’s good at keeping you entertained and content.

At least for a little while. Because although you thought Gabriel was a good chance at getting over your annoying feelings, that you still had for Bucky, it just didn’t work out the way you had wanted it to. You were still always thinking of your former best friend.

And sure, he hurt you with the things he’d said to you that night, but your heart still bled for a man you wasn’t supposed to love. You thought that that was finally a good reason to get some distance between you two, so you could start over and forget about him for a little bit.

You were tired of being so intimidated by feeling all those butterflies in your stomach when he was near you. Tired of feeling the constant need to feel his hands against you. Tired of wishing you could lay your lips on his and never let go.

So you felt almost relieved when he finally broke your heart. When he finally slipped. Your perfect picture of him was now damaged. You hoped it would drain your undying affection for him.

And it had worked, the slightest bit. Since you didn’t have to communicate with him for a good while, it gave you a fraction of the time you needed to make your heart forget about the power he had over you.

…

You closed your apartment door and got rid of your coat, walking into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You had a few drinks tonight and you felt really sleepy now that Gabriel wasn’t there anymore to keep you going.

You breathed out and enjoyed the silence for a moment when a knock on your door destroyed your peace.

You frowned and wondered who it might be.

When you arrived at the front and opened up, you had to suppress a surprised gasp as you saw who was disturbing you this time of day.

»Hey- uhh- I wanted to ask if… if you got a minute for me?« His voice was small and you wouldn’t have heard him if not everything would’ve been so utterly still around you. The only thing you heard was the paper wrapped around a flower bouquet that he was holding in his calloused hands.

»What? Why? I- no! I don’t have a minute. I was just going to bed.« You shook your head in disapproval.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You wanted to keep your peace for yourself for a moment longer.

»Y/n… please. I’m sorry. I just miss you and I think I’m going crazy without you. I have these voices in my head and- and they won’t calm! I can’t! Nobody could make it go away, Y/n!« As you studied his face you watched the desperation grew with each passing moment that his eyes begged you to let him inside.

»Fine.« You were upset with him but you still cared for him, so you couldn’t help but let you heart have the control over your actions.

You stepped aside for Bucky to come in. He breathed in the smell of your apartment. He missed it so much. It made his chest feel a little lighter to be near you again.

You followed him. You felt so anxious seeing him again. Feeling his body heat rise made you grow cold.

»Look-« He turned towards you suddenly, looking at you with glossy eyes.

Bucky wanted to touch and feel your skin against him so badly but he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. Causing his hands to shake vividly around the flowers he was still holding onto for dear life.

»I wish I could do more than apologize to you. But I’ve ran out of ideas how of to get your attention when you ignore every little thing I do. Which I don’t blame you for! I just- I thought that this was my last option. And I’m not over exaggerating when I say I think I’m going to die or at least live in constant pain if your not gonna give me another chance.« James wished he could do something to turn back time and keep his mouth shut instead of attack your feelings like he did.

»I took my jealousy out on you- And you didn’t deserve that! You deserve so much better! Better than me. If-« He paused, not believing how far his desperation was driving him to say what he was gonna say.

»If you like Gabriel, I will- I will let you two be. I just can’t stay away from you any longer. It gets so hard to breath and every single pore of mine screams at me like I’m about to burst into flames. I don’t want to feel like that anymore. Because if I don’t have you with me I’m alone. I know that you’re not something to loose.«

»Bucky, I don’t know what to say- I don’t know if I can act like nothing happened. It really stung what you said to me. I realize that it wasn’t nice of me to act the way I did when Gabriel was around. But you also could’ve been gentler. But it’s not like I want you to die-«

»For you, I would. I love you.« Bucky had been a ticking time bomb, which had now exploded. He couldn’t keep it in any longer.

»What?« Your shocked expression told him quite a lot.

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Heyyy

I received so many wishes for a part two, so here it is! I really hope you all like it and sorry for the little cliffhanger! I suppose that means, more is coming^^

Also; I used some references from the song “compass” from the neighborhood

Pt.3

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[lanitalay]

One Day : Chapter 4

Azriel x reader : based on the netflix series by the same name

warnings: lil ansgty

Word Count: 1.1k

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This day used to be your favorite. For years you looked forward to having fun on the longest day of the year with the people you loved. But it's been twenty five years since Amarantha locked all of the High Lords Under the Mountain. Twenty five years since Rhys made Velaris impenetrable. Twenty five years since you’ve seen any of your friends, your family, from the Night Court. Twenty five years of fae becoming sicker, life becoming duller. All of the holidays made you feel miserable, but this one in particular. At least with Winter Solstice the weather matched your gloom, but on this day the sun is shining like nothing is wrong. A mockery, really. 

So you do as you usually do. Go to the office where fae seek help getting better. Do whatever you can with the little magic you have left. Hope that the tonics, lotions and powders make up for what you have lacked for so long now. Then return to the cottage. Bolting the door, shutting the blinds and collapsing on your bed. Mentally preparing to do it all again the next day.  Today you avoid everything except your bed, because last time you celebrated the Summer Solstice it had been with Azriel. 

Azriel who you had loved for three decades. Azriel who was so excited when you told him Thesan found a replacement for you and you were to return to Velaris. Azriel who was upset when he came to help you move because Thesan asked you to train your replacement while he went to the party Amarantha was throwing. Azriel who told you to stop being so spineless. Azriel, who’s eyes darkened when you said that your world doesn’t revolve around him or his whims. Azriel who left with a slam of the door. 

The blankets felt like a prison cell around you but there was no way you’d take your face out of them. The frames on the wall of people you can’t be sure are still alive glare extra harshly in the Solstice sun. Bec’s babe, now a woman grown. You’d missed the chance to see her grow up. Maybe she’s had more children. Maybe she’d forgotten about you. You hope they are safe. Pray that if you can’t get in neither can anything else.

You feel the bed dip beside you as Lenus lays down. “I made soup.” Of course he had, because he knew that today you would be in a state and he thinks that soup will soothe your soul. He stays there for a while, just keeping you company and you know he means well but he’s the last person you want to speak to today. Because he was Lenus who got in the way. He was the reason Azriel had become more distant in the few months before Amarantha’s reign began. “You haven’t visited in months, Az.” You remember telling him. “I don’t want to interrupt you and Lenus.”

“That’s ridiculous, you’re always welcome in my house. Plus Lenus doesn’t get most of the references I make so I have to constantly explain my-” 

“Y/n, please.” 

“What?” 

“I’m happy for you, I really am but I can’t.”

“I’m- what are you talking about?” You remember that breath he took like it was your own. 

“I can’t watch you be with him. It’s unfair of me, I know, but it kills me.”

And what could you say? “Oh, I- I didn’t know.” 

The guilt was the worst. Because Thesan asked you to stay, but you only said yes to get an extra week with Lenus. By now he knows you resent him for it. He won’t hold it against you, at least not openly. Yet, you’ve caught him looking at sunsets as his eyes sparkle for possibility, hope and maybe someone else. Until he looks at you, and the sparkle fades to his usual shade of brown. 

Azriel spent this day training. Letting Cassian command him to his most extreme exercises and doing them without complaint. Because this used to be your day but for a quarter of a century it has been a wound that wouldn’t heal. After training he will fly across the city until exhaustion lets him fall asleep.

He unfortunately wakes up just as the sun is setting. Mor banging on his door. “You have to eat!” 

They don’t celebrate anything anymore. Not with Rhysand gone. Not when you're gone as well. “It wouldn’t count without them.” Cassian had said the first time a holiday came around. So they treat it like any other day. Trying to keep Velaris running without its High Lord. Azriel trying to stay afloat without half of his heart.

He’ll join Mor and Cassian for dinner. They’ll eat in silence until Cassian breaks it “you remember when y/n first met Rhys?” Mor smiles a little “she was so nervous” she adds with a little laugh. 

“She was all like High Lords are not meant to get sick, this is not taught to us in training-” Cassian properly laughs recalling. 

Even Azriel can’t help but add “and then her face when she realized he was just constipated.” 

Mor cackles “he never ate vegetables until then.”

They quiet down. Azriel half hoped that you would punch his arm and say something like “it wasn’t funny, Az!” but your chair is empty and so is Rhysand's. 

“It’s not the same without them here.” Cassian was always the first to say it. Azriel knew they all missed them. He suspected Amren skipped out on these dinners because she felt some sadness for the current situation. Even if she would not admit it. 

“Do you think y/n got married? Maybe even had a baby?” Mor asked absentmindedly and Cassian kicked her under the table. 

“I’m sure she would never get married or have a kid with how things are now.” The general said pointedly. Azriel thought it was sweet of Cassian to watch out for his feelings like that.  But they were questions he had asked himself a million times before.

If you had a child he would no doubt adore it, but if you’d gotten married… He hates the way his heart twists when he thinks of that possibility. Last time he saw you, you were in love and in a healthy relationship.

But he doesn’t like thinking of the last time he saw you. How he walked out, slammed the door. Your jaw tight and brows furrowed. He regrets so much of that day.  What he said, how he acted. More importantly, he regrets that he didn’t crawl back immediately and beg for your forgiveness.

#acosf #acowar #acotar #acomaf #acofas #azriel shadowsinger #acotar fanfiction #rhysand #azriel x reader #azriel #az x reader #azriel acotar #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #one day series

[workingforthewidow]

What is up bitches and hoes. Ya girl is back. And by back I mean my cat brain was able to hyper fixate on something long enough to write for it. Also I’m in my ‘final girl’ ‘slasher fucker’ era. So be prepared for some fucked up shit. I am unhinged and hot for men that wear masks and kill people and people that just kill people in general. So onto the show. This is my first time writing and posting in forever so plz be nice lol

18+

Pairings: Otis Driftwood X Stockholm syndrome!reader (darling is in so deep there’s no coming back). Reader X platonic Firefly family.

She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.

Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. I think like 1 single use of Daddy in a power play way. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis. His mood swings will give you whiplash. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Guns used in a sexual way. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.

Word count: 4,245

God i am so feral for this man.

Also a big THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU to the person who inspired me to write again go check out their work if you haven’t: @lovely-cryptid

Ugh i am so nervous to post this but imma do it! Link to part 2

She sometimes wondered if her family even knew she was missing or that she had even left. The whole reason she was out on that lonely road was her attempt to leave everything behind, everyone behind. So in a sense she did succeed in that but this was not what she had in mind when she pictured her freedom from her mother and her step-father. She had pictured herself in a big city with a cute little apartment with big windows that looked out over a park or maybe water. She’d have a good job but nothing too fancy. Working in a bookstore maybe or a flower shop. Something where she could be creative. But this wasn’t that magical place. Not even close.

Well you could say that she got to be creative in some sense. If you count being the muse and model for an insane blood thirsty ‘artist’ as creative. Sometimes he did let her pick out some of the smaller details of his work. Like how the hair was styled if it involved a human. But for the most part she was there for him to use when he needed to take out his anger and frustration. “Fucking my pretty little princess always cures the artist block” he would say as he pounded into her without a care for how she felt. All that matter was he got his dick wet. She didn’t mind thought. It kept him happy and she loved him when he was happy. He was kinder.

She could have never imagine this would be her life when she ran out of her mother’s house a year ago. A year, had it really been a year? Was it October already? She couldn’t be too sure. He rarely let her out of his, their, room unless it was to eat at the table as a family. The last time she was able to see a calendar was in August when he took her to the ‘museum’ to give Captain Spaulding the newest exhibit.

She had to beg on her knees for him to let her come along with him. That led to him agreeing with a stipulation of course, “Already on your knees princess might as put that mouth to work. Show me how badly you wanna go.” After giving into his demands she was able to leave the Firefly house and make the trip to see Spaulding. They only stayed a few minutes. Enough time for him to set up his ‘art’ and for her to see that the calendar read “August 17” but looking back what if that was wrong? It didn’t have the year on it, that calendar could have been from 5 years ago for all she knew.

At that point she figured she might as well ask him the date. She had been good the last few weeks. He had even told her that himself. He was being nicer only calling her a slut or a whore when he was fucking her in anger. But now he was calling her sweet things like ‘princess and sweetheart’ he had even called her baby once. But Baby heard him say that and hit the fan mad. Not that Baby didn’t like her. In all fairness her and Baby had become pretty good friends. She would even dare to say best friends. When he was being nice he would let Baby come to the room and talk to her. If he was being really nice and she had been really good for him, he would let her go to Baby’s room. That was the best. Baby would do her hair and makeup and dress her up in pretty outfits. He only let her wear her tiny jean shorts, which she was pretty sure he had cut shorter then when she bought them and a shirt that barely covered her breast. During the winter he had let her wear one of his flannel shirts over her outfit after Mama Firefly got onto him when the poor girl about froze to death. Texas winters could be as brutal as Texas summers if you were in the right place.

“Otis?” She called softly from her place on the bed but then cringed when she realized her mistake. He had been working on a new ‘project’ all morning his back to her and she couldn’t really see what was being created.

“Try again Princess. Get it right or I’ll have to punish you. And you’ve been so good for me for so long.” He didn’t even turn to look at her but she knew he was smirking to himself. He always found pleasure in the little roles he had created for them. But this was no game or play that came to end. This was her life.

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Otis was sure if he hadn’t had been listening for the response it would have been too soft for him to hear. He heard the bed squeak signaling she had moved. In the corner of his eye he could see her kneel next to him and soon felt her hand on his thigh. He looked down to see her staring up at him with her big innocent eyes. His innocent little pretty princess. His naive little sweetheart.

“Good girl, what do you want?” He ran his hand through her hair once before grabbing a fist full at the base of her skull forcing her to stay looking up at him.

“Um, I, I, um. Just was wondering, what’s the date?”

“Tuesday.” Was that all she wanted. Interrupted his work for that.

“No, like what is the date? Like what month is it and the day?”

He tightened his fist in her hair making her whine at the pain “Why the fuck does it matter? Have some place to be? A hot date waiting for you?”

With tears pricking at her eyes she tried to follow his hand to relieve the pressure on her head. “No, no. I only want to be here with you. No where else. With no one else.” She made her eyes wide again trying to get back on his good side with her innocent look. He loved that look.

He loosened his grip on her hair and scratched his chin as if he had to think long and hard about the date.

“It’s October 30. Now why the fuck does it matter? It ain’t your birthday seeing as Baby isn’t fucking around insisting on a party for her little best friend. So what’s so important about today huh?” He had bent down his nose brushing against hers lips barely brushing.

“It’s been a year. A year since you brought me home with you.” She smiled. He may be mean when he’s angry but she did fell at home with him. He did care for her. He did love her. At least that’s what she told herself.

“Didn’t think you’d be so much a little romantic princess. What you want some little anniversary dinner? Think I’m gonna buy you little presents? This is your present sweetheart. You ain’t dead.” He growled in her ear and moved away from her face. “Now get back on the bed and shut your fucking mouth. I’m almost done and if you interrupt again I’ll have Tiny take you down to the basement for the night.”

Her eyes went wide in terror. She hated the basement. Tiny wasn’t bad, they had become pretty good friends. But the basement was not fun. It was dark and cold and damp. Otis had made her stay in the basement when he first brought her to the house after picking her up off the side of road where her car had ‘broken down’ aka where RJ had shot her tires out. It took her a few days to calm down and stop the kicking and screaming. It had only taken a few whips with his belt and the threats of deaths for her to finally listen to him. But she realized once she was being good that he did just want what was best for her. She saw how many girls he brought in and killed. But he chose her. He saved her and kept her safe. Kept her warm and well fed. And as long as she was good for him he was good to her.

“Yes, sir.” She responded quickly as it was a toss up if he wanted her response at all or if that itself would get her to the basement. She crawled back up the bed and laid out on her stomach facing him so she could watch him work. He was painting today.

He turned briefly looking to see if she followed his demand. Which she had, as she always did- his perfect little princess. How lucky he was when he found her. He hadn’t planned originally on keeping her but she was different from the others. She screamed sure but there was something about her eyes. He could tell she was naive but also wouldn’t mind some blood. Her eyes screamed innocence but at the same time he could tell she had seen some of the horrors of this world. He would later learn that horror of hers was from her abusive parents. She didn’t tell him outright but her nightmares usually came along with sleep talking and he had pried a lot of her in her unconscious state.

“Good girl, princess.” He praised her before turning back to his work. She did as she was told and stayed silent for the next hour while he worked. Finally by midnight he was done and she had passed out waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, her hands flying up to grab his wrist and looked up at him with now wide awake eyes. “All done princess. You want dinner?”

Oh right they didn’t eat dinner. Odd, Baby normally always came to collect them for dinner when Otis was working. She knew that he would get caught up in his work and forget to feed her little best friend.

She nodded as best she could with his grip on her hair. “Yes please.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the thought of dinner crossed her mind.

“Come on then hurry up. Put these on.” He ordered throwing her short skirt and shoes at her. Why was he making wear her shoes? The skirt she knew, even if it barely covered her it was enough to keep Hugo off her a bit. But the shoes? She wasn’t supposed to wear shoes in the house that was one of the rules. “Mama didn’t make enough dinner for us. Seems she forgot about us. Figured I’d be nice and take you somewhere. That’s what you wanted right? Some kinda anniversary dinner?”

“If that’s what you want. I just want to make you happy.” She said slipping on her shoes as ordered.

“Of course you do sweetheart. Come on lets go.” Otis grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the stairs and out to his truck. He threw her into the passenger seat before getting in the driver side. Once the truck was started the radio came on playing her favorite Frank Sinatra song.

She gasped and smiled wide. “I love this song.” She said without thinking before clasping her hand over her mouth. Another one of his rules- Don’t speak unless given permission. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “I’m sorry I was just excited and…”

Otis moved his hand to her thigh gripping the skin so hard she knew she’d have a handprint shaped mark in the morning. She stilled and waiting for his next move.

“Don’t have to apologize for that sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Maybe it’s time to change the rules a little, yeah?” He smiled at her with his wicked smile that would send shivers down anyone else’s spine and pulled her closer to him running his hand higher up her thigh. “You be a good girl while we’re out and when we get home. Tomorrow I’ll think about changing your rules.”

She took a breath. He was happy with her. So happy he was going to change her rules. Maybe she would be allowed to leave the room without him. Spend more time with Baby and Tiny. Or even Mama. She loved Mama. Mama was everything she wished her mother had been.

Finally Otis pulled the truck off to a 24 hour roadside dinner. There were only a couple cars, probably belonging to the workers, and a few long haul trucks. Otis got out and pulled her along with him. Once her feet hit the ground he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Be good.” It was a simple command and a simple warning. “Be good” meant not only behave in general but also “don’t you dare tell anyone what happens at home.” He had only taken her out in public once, outside of her trips to Captain Spaulding’s, when he took her to buy her new outfits for her to wear for him. And by outfits of course that means bras that barely hold her tits and panties that barely covered anything. Along with a few short skirts and shorts. He didn’t like when Hugo eyed his woman. But oh how Otis loved to see his princess dressed up for him.

She reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She knew he loved it when she showed him affection. “Of course. Always a good girl for you.” She promised him.

They made it to the door and he was even kind enough to hold the door open for her. The waitress at the counter greeted them and told them to find a seat anywhere. He found them a booth far in the corner away from everyone else and pulled her down in his lap grabbing the menu. He let her trail her fingers over it reading each line and finally pointing out what she wanted. Of course, the sweetest thing on the menu. The waitress made her way over and smiled at them.

“Y’all need a minute or are you ready to order?”

Otis tightened his grip on her waist and she knew that meant stay quiet.

“Water, coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs, and the waffles.” He didn’t even look the waitress in the eye. “Chocolate chips on the waffles.”

She must have been really good if he was letting her have sweet treats.

The waitress nodded, writing down the order, before going to the kitchen.

They sat in silence. His hand drifting up and down her leg as they waited. A few minutes go by and the waitress reappears with a tray holding the drinks and food. “Here ya go darlings. Anything else?” Otis waves her off with a huff and she retreats back to the counter where a few truckers are sitting.

He takes a slice of bacon and chews it loudly in her ear before holding a piece to her mouth. “Eat up princess. I’ve been thinking about this whole anniversary non-sense and I think if I’m being so nice getting you this food then when we get home we will play one of our little games.”

She nodded happily, giggling and wiggling in his lap feel him grow harder under her. Playing games meant he was happy and in a good mood. She let him feed her until the plates were cleared. The waitress returned at that point slapping the bill on the table before turning on her heel walking away. She obviously did not enjoy being waved off earlier.

“Did you like it Princess? Wanna come back?” Was the game already starting? He didn’t normally ask her her preferences. “I didn’t like. I don’t think we’ll be back.”

“It was okay. Not as good as Mama’s cooking.” Mama made the best waffles.

Without a word and without looking at the bill Otis stood up and started walking her to the door.

“Sir you need to pay the bill! Excuse me!” The waitress yelled from behind the counter. Otis smirked down at his girl and chuckled darkly. He then whirled around and pull his gun from his waistband.

“I don’t have to do shit bitch.” He then grabbed her hand and threw her back in the truck speeding away towards home.

He was driving far past the speed limit, as fast as a bat out of hell. She looked up at him with her big eyes then down at the gun in-between them in the seat of the truck. He had never brought it out in front of her. He liked to use his knifes, belts, or even his hands on her. She couldn’t even name a time she had a gun this close outside of being on a police officers hip.

“Not gonna fucking bite you. What the little princess never seen a gun before?” He eyes burned on her. She shook her head. “Well then Princess, why don’t we start the game now?” He grabbed the gun and pressed it against against her temple. “Open those legs pretty girl.” She did as she was told and he moved the gun down her body until it was between her legs. “You fucking get off on this and cum without permission I will blow your brains out. Don’t care how much a pretty fuck you are. Understood?”

She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes.”

He slid the barrel of the gun against her folds making her shiver against the cold metal. He kept it up at a steady pace for what felt like hours but he made sure to never reach right where she wanted him. She was looking straight ahead trying to find any landmarks showing they were close to home. Right as she was about to work up the nerve to ask him, he finally hit her sweet spot. She moaned and threw her head back.

“There we go princess. Don’t forget the rules.” He moved faster bringing her close to the edge and pulling away. Finally the light of the house came into view. He stopped the truck but continued playing with her for a few minutes before pulling the gun away from her core.

He looked it over before grabbing her chin, “Open wide sweetheart. You made my gun dirty, now you gotta suck it clean. Be a good girl.” Be a good girl. Yes she is a good girl for him. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue letting him slide the barrel into her mouth. She began licking and sucking her juices off the shiny metal when she heard a click. She gulped and looked at him to see his wicked smile. “Good girls don’t have to worry if the safety is off. And you’re a good girl right?” She nodded and continued until he finally pulled away wiping her spit off on his shirt. He then got out of the truck pulling her along with him as always. “Good girl, now you have 2 minutes to get that pretty ass upstairs and ready in our room. Wear the white.” Oh he really wanted to play today. He only had her wear a white set if he intended to stain it red. “Timer’s already started Princess I’d hurry if I was you.” He slapped her hard on her ass kicking her into gear. She darted into the house trying to be careful not to knock anything over. She reached the threshold of their room when she heard him slam the front door shut meaning she had about 1 minute left. She ripped off her clothes and threw on the first white lace bra and panties she could find. Once she was dressed she dropped to her knees sitting back on her heels, hands in her lap, looking up and waiting.

Otis finally opened the bedroom door and smirked at the sight before him. She was so pretty like that. Ready and waiting to suck his cock. He walked up to her stripping his clothes as he walked holding his belt in his hands. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? On the bed arms up.”

She followed his orders and laid down arms against the headboard. She knew the drill at this point. He looped the belt around her wrist securing her to the bed. He then tied a blindfold around her eyes. This game was her favorite. She didn’t know why but he always was happier after they played this game.

A drawer opened and she heard the clicks of metal against metal. She then felt an ice cold blade against her throat. “One sound. One single sound and I will gut you like a pig. Got it?” She nodded to the best of her ability. “Good girl now be quiet.” The knife moved across her body slowly. She had yet to feel skin break. He moved up and down her arms and her legs. Around her bellybutton and traced the insides of her thighs. Then the feeling was gone. And she heard the rustling sound of clothes being thrown on and the bedroom door slamming.

This wasn’t part of the game. He was suppose to cut her, carve his name on her and lick the blood. Slice her up with tiny cuts that would bead some bubbles of blood enough for him to paint her in but not enough to kill her or even truly hurt her. But he never left before it was over. He didn’t always stay long afterwards, aftercare is not in his vocabulary but he never left before they were done.

Had he decided he was done with her? Was he going to get RJ and Tiny so they could be ready to take her body when he was done with it? Questions and thoughts started whirling in her head. Fear creeping up on her. She was alone again. She was alone and going to die. Her life with the Firefly’s wasn’t perfect but it was hers and she was enjoying it.

Tears started to slip from her eyes wetting the blindfold that had been tied to her. Maybe he was going to leave her here to starve. Let her have a final meal and then starve her. Her tears soon turned to sobs and before she knew it her breathing was getting shaky. Everything was spinning even though she couldn't see anything. Her brain was spinning it felt like. Her body was shaking violently.

“The fuck is wrong with you girl?” His voice boomed into the room and he removed his belt from her hands pulling her into his lap before taking off the blindfold. He was being oddly kind, like he was worried about her.

She continued to shake and sob for a minute before finally calming down enough to look at him. “You, you, you left. You never leave until the game is finished. Left me alone again.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Someone wondered up the property Princess. Had to make sure the cops weren’t showing up. Don’t need the pigs here when I have a pretty little runaway in my bed.” Then in a rare moment, a very rare moment that had only happened once when he was drunk but she counted it because it was the only time it happened; he kissed her. Like a real kiss from someone you love not a power play. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you Princess. I promise.”

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him like he was the center of her whole universe, “You won’t abandon me, right?” It was barely a whisper almost as if she was unsure if she could ask.

Otis brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, “You’re mine forever silly girl. I love you.”

Those three words. The three little words he knew would hook her right in again. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he dangled that little carrot in front of her face once every couple weeks. He wasn’t sure if he even meant it. In the beginning he knew he didn’t but now as time had gone on he wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe this pretty little princess from the other side of Texas was changing him.

“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his neck before snuggling into him. There would be no wicked game for a few hours. He would be kind. He would let her sleep next to him. Let her snuggle up on his chest while he played with her hair. Let her have a few hours where they played like they were a normal couple, just a man and his girl sleeping the night away.

But Otis Driftwood was anything but just a man. He was different and he knew it. But she was different too. Maybe she was meant to be here. Meant to be his girl forever. But that was a problem for another day. A day when he was 7 beers deep and didn't have to think too hard.

“Goodnight Princess you can sleep now. I ain't going anywhere. And when you wake up, I’ll let you go to Baby’s room.” He kissed her hair again and moved them down on the bed throwing the blanket over them.

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #house of 1000 corpses #house of 1000 corpses x reader #slashers x reader #house of 1000 corpses fanfic #otis driftwood fanfic #i am in love with this freak and I’m not sorry #yes i am a disappointment to my mother

[annie-creates]

I hear the wedding bells

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1500

Note: This is the last part of The evil witch and Bundle of sunshine. It may not be what some of you hoped for but it's how the story ends.

Snow white dress, curled hair and a long veil, you felt like a princess. Like a real fairytale of your life. You couldn’t wait to marry the love of your life, one you never thought you’ll be able to find again. But she showed you over and over that you can count on her and she’ll stand by your side no matter what. She’d never let any harm go your way and she loved your daughter beyond measure.

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride.” Anemone tutted over you as she and Clarissa watched you trying on your dress.

“You already are beautiful.” Dovey clarified.

“Thank you. I’d never imagine I’d be here one day. I couldn’t do this without you.” You thanked them both, hardly being able to wait to see them standing by your side as your maids of honor.

The wedding was scheduled for the next month, a perfect time in the summer for the gardens to show their best bloom. But you’d get married in the darkest of dungeons if it meant spending the rest of your life with your beloved partner. She and your daughter were having a fund day outside with ice cream and playing by the pond, having chosen their suits and dresses days prior. Lately you felt like floating on cloud nine, everything in your life felt right. That’s what you thought until you saw the look on Lesso’s face as she waited for you propped up on a pillar.

“I don’t like that look…” you started uncertainly.

“I just need to have a talk with you.” Her efforts to calm you down were of no help.

“Well then talk, no need to be so theatrical about it.” You hoped for just a few weeks of peace and ease.

“I know I haven’t been the best in going about this in the past years, but I need to say this before you get married to the wrong person.” That put an immediate frown on your face. “I love you. You might not believe it, or try to deny it, but it’s the rightest truth there is. I am utterly and wholeheartedly in love with you.”

“Lesso stop. You can’t say things like this.” You were getting frustrated with her advances.

“It’s the truth! I don’t want you to get married without knowing it. I know you love me too.” At least she hoped so.

“I did! I did love you. Not anymore. you ruined me. You ruined my life and my happiness. I thought you’re gonna be it. My happy ending, my destiny, my fairytale. Now I see I was wrong. Someone who loved would never be able to do the things you did to me.” You took a deep breath to keep your composure. “I forgave you. For the sake of our child, for her happiness, I forgave you. But it can never be forgotten.”

“I know I hurt you, but if you’d just give me a chance to make things right…” she pleaded.

“You can’t make this right! I don’t want your apologies and courtship. I love Lonnie, alright? She’s the love of my life, my future, my sun, moon and stars, the reason I get up every day. She loves me more than anything in this world and I love her more than you could ever love me.” You almost felt like recitating your prepared wedding wows. “If you’d actually love me you’d let me go and be happy.”

“I want to fight for you, even if it’s the last thing I do.” Leonora didn’t want to give up on the family she could have had that easily.

“There was no fight to begin with! If you can’t be happy for me and wish me the best with the woman of my heart, maybe you should leave. That used to be you, but not anymore. And nothing would ever convince me to love you again. So please, for the sake of our family, let me go.” you didn’t want to lose her entirely from your life, more specifically from your daughter’s life, but if it has to be, you’ll manage.

“Could you really be happy with her? More than you were with me?” Maybe she really has to let you go and be happy with someone else, but the thought was crashing her small black heart.

“I already do. Oh my god, I love her so much it hurts sometimes. Harvesting all the stars in the bright night sky for her would never be enough.” You tried to show Leonora that she had no chance winning you over no matter how hard she tried. “We are over Leonora. You need to get over it. Love our daughter, live your own life like you always wanted to, find a hobby if you have to. Focus on yourself and let me do the same.”

You left her standing there not caring if she turns into a salt column anymore. You had your family, your life, and after a long time you were finally happy without feeling any guilt of what had to happen for you to get there. And if Leonora couldn’t do the same for herself, that’s her own problem to deal with. She doesn’t have to come to your wedding or wish you luck. But you sure hoped that for the benefit of your daughter she will.

The wedding day came before you knew it, Clarissa and Anemone helping you into your dress, standing by your side as you walked down the aisle towards your future wife sporting a beautiful white suit. Your daughter toddled in front of you. You read the most heartfelt wedding wows and cried over them even though you promised yourself not to. You left the flower arch as wife and wife. Saying your “I do” fluttered the most amazing butterflies in your stomach. You danced, sang, ate and laughed and you knew this is going to be a day you’ll remember forever.

“Congratulations.” Lesso came up to the pair of you. “I hope you’ll take a good care of her.”

“I will.” Lonnie assured, puffing her chest in pride. “The best care in the world.” She promised you with heart eyes.

The next weeks, months and years felt like a dream. Your daughter grew up to be the most beautiful princess, your wife showered you every day with love and Leonora found her own ways to occupy herself. As the time neared for your daughter to go study in the School for good and evil herself however, she became a little restless and worried. You could see she didn’t pay as much attention to other things as she used to.

“Mom, what if there’s a mistake and they send me in the Evil school?” She asked you worriedly.

“Honey, you don’t have to worry.” You sat down with her. “The school is just to give you the best chances to improve your talents. It doesn’t make you good of bad. You know, auntie Leonora is from the school of evil and she’d never let any harm go your way. She’s part of the reason you were born.”

“What?” Y/d/n asked confused.

“A long long time ago, me and auntie Lesso were in love. And from that love, we got you.” You tried to explain as gently as possible, she didn’t need to be burdened with your traumas.

“But don’t you love mommy..?” Your daughter couldn’t imagine you with anybody else.

“Of course I do! I love you and mommy more than anything. It was a very long time ago, and me and auntie Lesso don’t love each other anymore. She loves you of course, more than anything. Ans so do I and mommy.” You assured her.

“So I have like three moms? That’s so cool!” She jumped up excitedly, not worrying about the school she’ll get dropped at anymore.

You were absolutely certain Lesso won’t let a hair on her head get crooked. And it proved to be right, as your daughter became her student. You weren’t exactly pleased, but it was the fate and who were you to question it. Y/d/n and Leonora became much closer in the next few years and your daughter grew up to be one the most powerful witches in her school. Graduating at the top of her class and going off on her own adventure, she used ever princessy, knightly and witchery skill her mothers taught her, returning with a big victory for the school of evil.

Your once innocent little toddler grew up to be the most amazing young woman you could have ever imagined. Even tho she didn’t need your protection anymore, you were always there. Her three moms who she could come to with anything and everything on her mind and in her life. You couldn’t be prouder of your journey and all the healing you were able to do to get to this happy ending. Now you were certain this was your happily ever after.

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[vivalas-vega]

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part eight

hello !!! I’m back !!! this parts got a whopper in it, apologies in advance, but it’s got a nice ending and something to look forward to if that’s any consolation :) 

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part eight

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word count: 3k

warnings: language, drinking, I think that’s it?

You felt entirely on edge as your knee bounced erratically sitting in the uncomfortable chair across from your chief of surgery, a million thoughts racing through your mind that you couldn’t really make any sense of. Were you really doing this? Was this really something you were going to go through with? 

“I have to say, I was surprised by your interest, Jupiter,” he said as he organized the papers in front of him and you let out a humorless chuckle.

“No more surprised than I am, sir.” you replied and he sensed the hesitation in your voice.

“Do you need more time to think it over?” he asked and you shook your head. This was the right decision, the right move… not just for your career but it was simply the right thing to do. 

“No, I… I’m sure, I just… I haven’t told anyone yet,” you sighed and you immediately felt your stomach twist in guilt as you said it. You hadn’t told anyone. Not your parents, not your friends, not Jake. Deep down you knew he would be supportive, he would understand… your friends too, they’d understand better than anyone, probably… maybe. You wouldn’t know for sure until you told them. You signed all of the paperwork before asking if you could have the rest of the day, which you were easily granted. You’d be on a lighter rotation the next week, less cases and less time in the hospital to get your life in order.

You stood in the attending’s lounge, changing into your normal clothes… Jake always joked and called them your civvies too, different careers but same little quirks. You felt sick, honestly, to have something so big happening in your life that you hadn’t told him about. This never happened, not since you were ten years old. He knew everything, you simply never could keep anything from him, not what you had for breakfast and not that one time you embarrassingly had to get stitches back in your residency because you slipped in a puddle of blood and cracked your head open - something you still hadn’t quite lived down with your old friends. But this? This was bigger than all of that, potentially the biggest thing you’ve ever had to tell him. 

You sat along the beach in front of the Hard Deck as you waited, eyes so fixated on the push and pull of the ocean you almost didn’t notice the figure dropping down beside you, and you turned to face him with a jump. “This is all very cryptic, Jupiter.” Rooster said, eyeing you curiously. “Is there a specific reason you called and said meet me at the beach before hanging up or was that your way of saying you want to hang out more?” he asked, trying to add a joking tone but the look on your face told him there was something more going on.

“I’m going to the middle east,” you said, deciding not to beat around the bush and the look of shock on his face was not missed by you.

“You’re going… to the middle east?” he asked, trying to process it. “For vacation, or…?”

“With the Army,” you replied and his eyes widened further than you thought they could.

“You’re being deployed? You joined the Army?” his face twisted up in disgust at the last one… of all the branches why couldn’t it have been his own? “When did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago… we had a visiting surgeon, he was teaching the trauma department updated techniques rooted in efficiency, and we got a crash course in disaster response. He and I got to talking afterwards, he said he saw something in me, something that reminded him of himself, he frequently goes on tours where he’s needed to offer medical support.”

“So you joined the Army because this dude saw something in you and just said hey wanna come to the middle east?” he asked and you softly smiled, this was good. This was the reaction you were anticipating, Rooster was a trial run and he was doing exactly what you needed to give you the confidence to tell everyone else.

You shook your head, “I’ve always felt drawn to this, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this story but to keep it brief during my residency I had to go in the field to respond to a trauma, gnarly train crash… it was exhilarating, if that’s not an entirely fucked up thing to say, there’s something different about being there in the moment when it feels like the sky is falling and there’s no time to get them to a hospital, or even no hospital to get them to.”

“I mean, I get it… I’d be a hypocrite to tell you I didn’t, different context but same calling. I just… this is kind of insane, Jupiter.”

You nodded, “I know. When he told me that he was leaving with a group in a few weeks I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really tried to push past it and tell myself it wasn’t real, it was just a fun simulation, but then the train crash dawned on me and I realized I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. And it just makes sense to me, you know? There’s a shortage of medical personnel, even fewer surgeons. It feels like the right thing to do.”

“Have you talked to Jake, does he know?”

“No. You were my practice run,” you joked. “How’d I do?”

“Well, you got to the point… gave clear and precise answers, but J… I’m not in love with you. The fear I feel about you going over there into active warzones doesn’t even compare to what Jake’s going to feel.”

You gasped, “you’re not in love with me?” you asked, placing a hand over your chest in faux shock and he just shoved your shoulder at your attempt to lighten the mood.

“Cut it out,” he chuckled. “I was a shitty practice run, you know I’m never going to tell you not to do something you feel called to do no matter how much I want to throw you in a padded room until this desire of yours fades, but Jake? I mean, he just got you back, you two just got settled into the routine of being back together, and now you’re going to tell him you’re shipping out to a warzone.”

“I know, the timing sucks.”

“You’re really sure about this?” he asked and you nodded. “Because, J… you’re going to come back different, you’re going to see things, do things… this is one of those decisions you can’t undo.”

“I know, it’s not going to be easy… for me, for Jake, for the rest of you but, I really think I need to do this, Roo.”

“Well, I think you’re brave. And I’m really proud of you,” he said, wrapping an arm around you as you settled into his side. “But really? The Army?”

You let out a laugh, “if it makes you feel any better I didn’t join the Army, I’m not suddenly active duty. It’s just a three-month tour, think of it like being a private contractor.”

“That does make me feel better, otherwise I might have had to limit our interactions… appearances and all,” he said and you laughed again. “Now come on, you’ve gotta get inside,” he said, pulling you up with him and you looked at him questioningly.

“I have to?” you asked as he tugged you along, “what’s the rush for lukewarm beer?”

“Can’t tell you that, I don’t know if you’re going to find the timing of this terrible or perfect but that’s not up to me.” he said and now you were thoroughly confused as he held the door open for you.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” But, it didn’t matter, he was gone just as quickly as you’d walked into the bar and you smiled as Jake saw you and wrapped you up in a hug.

“There you are, sweetheart, you okay?” he asked, seeing the squirrelly look in your eyes and you nodded, shaking off your conversation with Rooster as you accepted the beer he’d handed you. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Rooster’s just being a tad bit bizarre,” you answered and he chuckled.

“Well, that’s what he does.” he replied and you nodded with a laugh as he led you towards your friends and you narrowed your eyes as everyone had a rather mischievous look on their faces. You heard the piano begin the opening notes of Drops of Jupiter and you gathered that’s where Rooster had run off to in a hurry.

“Okay, what is going on?” you asked as you turned around and you furrowed your brows when Jake was no longer there before adjusting your eye line to see him on one knee before you and you brought your hand up to cover your mouth in shock as your heart pounded in your ears. I don’t know if you’re going to find the timing of this terrible or perfect. It all made sense now.

“Jupiter, I have loved you since I was ten years old… It just took me until junior year to realize it and I’ve known it every day since. We’ve spent the majority of our lives following our own dreams until they led us right back to each other and even though it was difficult I wouldn’t change our story for anything… Being able to watch you grow into yourself and become an amazing surgeon has been the single greatest joy of my life, and I’m so excited for us to finally grow together. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you got to San Diego, so will you do me the honor of finally becoming my wife?” he asked, eyes full of hope as he flicked the box open to reveal the ring you’d loved since you were little and you felt tears slip down your cheeks as you looked at him. The entire bar had gone silent waiting for your answer and you could feel your friends fighting to stay contained behind you as they watched.

“Yes,” you whispered, there were so many things up in the air, so many things you had to tell him but this was an easy answer. You would have said yes to a ring pop in the aisle of a convenience store. The entire bar erupted in cheers as he stood and slid it onto your finger before pulling you in for a searing kiss. Rooster was still playing the melody in the background but you could hear his sounds of celebration from across the bar and you giggled as Jake released you. You were swept up, the rest of the gang wanting to see the ring and crush you in hugs and when the song ended and the jukebox kicked back on you felt Rooster’s arms on you as he came up behind you.

“You need to talk to him,” he whispered in your ear as you rested your hands on his forearms.

“I know, just… not right now,” you said as the two of you watched him excitedly talk with Phoenix.

“I’m really happy for you, J,” he said, kissing your cheek as he let you go and you gave him a gracious smile before walking down to the bar.

“Let me see!” Penny nearly yelled at you and you held out your hand with a laugh as she examined it thoroughly. “He picked a good one,” she said as she set a drink in front of you.

You chuckled, “oh no, as good as he is I basically picked this out when I was thirteen years old,” you replied. “This was one of his grandma’s rings.”

“That’s so special,” she said as Maverick side-swiped you and wrapped you in a hug that had you letting out a surprised squeal. 

“The first Dagger wedding!” he said as you laughed, “I’m so happy for the both of you.”

“Thank you, Mav,” you replied, face hurting from the splitting smile you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face but in the back of your mind you knew it couldn’t last… you were leaving in a week and only one person in this bar knew. You let Jake twirl you around the bar, creating a dance floor where there wasn’t one as your friends shrouded you in love, watching through misty eyes as the two of you enjoyed your bubble of bliss. When the song ended you looked up at him, imprinting this moment into your mind before you drove a wrecking ball through it and you stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear talk with me outside?

Your friends watched as you slipped out the door before they went back to their normal routines, assuming the two of you were taking a moment alone but Rooster knew better and he gave you a supportive smile when you caught his eyes. “How are you feeling, future Mrs. Sersein?” he asked and you beamed up at him.

“I like the way that sounds… but it’s future Dr. Seresin, thank you very much,” you corrected and he let out a laugh.

“My apologies, darling,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and you were silent for a moment, fixating on your hands currently pressed against his chest and his eyebrows furrowed as he noticed your change in demeanor. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I have something to tell you,” you said suddenly and even you were taken aback by how you spit that out.

“Okay?” he prompted, leading you to the chairs on the other side of the patio where you sat and avoided his expectant stare.

“Do you remember how I was telling you about that Army doctor who came to town a few weeks ago?” you started and he nodded.

“Yeah, the disaster training you wouldn’t stop yammering about,” he teased and you just gave him a sad smile. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, uh… oh, this was so much easier with Rooster.” you sighed and now he was really concerned.

“What does Rooster know that I don’t?”

“He told me about a tour heading out next week to the middle east, a three-month rotation. I… I tried not to think about it, to pretend I didn’t want to go, but I really, really wanted to go and before I could fully stop myself I signed up.”

“You signed up? What does that mean?”

“It means next week I’m shipping out to the middle east,” you said, and you watched him process your words. “For three months.” 

“Okay, uh…” he started, trying to gather his thoughts. “This is set in stone, then? You’ve fully signed yourself up?” You nodded, wishing he would stop asking questions and get to the part where he’s mad at you. “And you didn’t think to talk to me about this?”

“I wanted to… but I was focusing more on trying to talk myself out of it and then it was like a fever dream, I was suddenly calling that Army doc and telling him to put me on the list.” 

“Did you think I was going to get mad at you? Is that why you talked to Rooster first?” he asked and you didn’t miss the tone of hurt in his voice.

You nodded again, “he was my trial run, as weird as that is.” 

“I don’t think it’s weird, honey, he’s your best friend, as much as that’s something that doesn’t make sense to me, talking to him first does, I just… you and I are best friends and partners, you’ve gotta talk to me before you make big decisions like this.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, tears welling in your eyes and he was quick to wipe them away when they fell.

“Well, if you had talked to me before you took this on all by yourself, I would have told you that I want you to do what makes you happy, and if that means doing this tour then I support you. Am I mad you kept me in the dark? Totally, but you and I have been making big decisions separately for almost a decade, it’s going to take time to get used to being partners again.” he said and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “This terrifies me, J, but this is just who you are… you want to help people, even if that means shipping yourself off somewhere dangerous. How could I ever fault you for that?”

“You’re not mad that I’m going?” you asked in disbelief and he let out a soft laugh.

“Of course not, sweetheart.” He wrapped his hands around yours that sat in your lap. “You’re going on a deployment, do you know how much of an ass I would be if I even tried to be mad at you for that? I’m going to do this to you at some point, granted I never thought I’d be on the opposite end of this situation, but we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“I love you so much, you know that?” you asked as he tugged you up and pulled you into his lap.

“Not as much as I love you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I want to get married,” you said and he laughed at you.

“Sweetheart, we are… unless you wildly misunderstood what that just was in there.”

“No, right now, this week… before I leave,” you said and his eyes widened.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely, I… I know we’re not talking about the danger aspect because we both understand and we don’t need to get into it but there is danger and… I don’t want anything holding you back from getting answers or being the first one contacted if something does happen.”

“Yes,” he said, kissing you again. “I thought you were going to make me wait a whole year to finally call you my wife.” 

“Never,” you replied, giggling as he swept you up and carried you back towards the bar. “We’re going to be good, right?”

“Better than good.”

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[katethewriter]

Cookie Monster

from the New Kid Series

Summary: It's not that Y/n is hiding from the rest of the team, except that's exactly what she is doing. Wanda is determined to break through to her.

Words: 3.5k~

Pairing: Wanda x Reader(platonic) - cg!Wanda x little!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff, reader is just really insecure and shy

A/N: Ok, so I know a lot of writers (including me lol) have Wanda use Russian words for nicknames or as a substitute for Sokovian... but so Wanda and Natasha can each have their own nicknames for Y/n, I'm gonna use Serbian for Wanda! Since the Sokovian signs in AoU were written in Serbian Cryllic 🙃

мала(mala)- little one

мед(med)- honey

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Y/n sits in her room happily playing with origami animals and paper dolls. She doesn’t have any real toys since she never has time to go out and get them. After her training and time spent learning as much as she can about the Avengers and their enemies, by the time she is finished for the day, she desperately needs to drop.

So, when she is bigger or just dropped to an age not too young, she makes toys from the resources she has available to her: paper swiped from one of the offices.

Two and a half weeks have passed since Y/n joined the team, and the rest have barely seen her. She stays in her room, only coming out when its time to eat and train. Since that first day, they haven’t really seen her little. Only a few times has she ever come out smaller than 22. When she did, it was for training, and she was only 17.

She trains with Steve in the mornings, usually eats with the team, occasionally she will be in Tony’s lab to try on the suit he is making for her. Since her clothes can’t drop with her, he is making a suit that can.

The rest of Y/n’s spare time is spent dropping to smaller states. She stays in her room while she’s little. The team made it abundantly clear how they felt about having a kid around, so she keeps her distance.

It’s been working so far, so she just assumes its for the best.

At the moment, Y/n is dropped to 6. She is making her origami frog jump across the desk when a sweet scent hits her nose. She would know that smell from anywhere.

Cookies

Her tummy rumbles, and the smell is calling to her. She ponders if it is a good idea to leave her room like this, but ultimately her nose and tummy win out.

Y/n opens her door and pokes her head into the hallway. She looks both ways to see if anyone is around. The hallway is clear so she tiptoes out of her room, making her way towards the kitchen. At every corner, she checks to see if the coast is clear before tiptoeing out of hiding.

She continues this way until she reaches the kitchen.

In the same way as before, Y/n barely peaks around the corner and into the room. Her little eyes fall on Wanda pulling a tray full of cookies out of the oven.

The Sokovian has done this on purpose of course.

The idea came to Wanda last night, a way to try and lure her new teammate out of hiding. She remembers when she joined the team; she was treated much like Y/n was at the meeting. Granted she had entered their minds against their will, but all the same, she understood what it was like to join a group that wasn’t too thrilled to have you.

Wanda was determined to make sure Y/n felt welcome, and that she had a friend. This proved to be very difficult when the girl barely came out of her room.

Thus… cookies.

It’s a recipe her and her mother perfected back in Sokovia. She hasn’t really had many opportunities to use it since then, but she’s glad she has a good reason now.

She is pulling the tray out of the oven when she feels a pair of eyes on her. From her peripheral vision, she can see a very small girl poking half her face around the corner. Wanda smiles to herself.

Wanda purposefully turns her back to the girl to grab a spatula from a drawer beside her. This gives Y/n enough cover to quickly run from the doorway to behind the island in the kitchen.

As the Sokovian is transferring the cookies to a cooling rack, Y/n watches intently, only her forehead and eyes poking above the countertop.

Of course, Wanda knows the girl moved, but she decides to play along. After she places the last of the cookies on the cooling tray, she turns and jumps in feigned shock.

“Oh my goodness! Y/n, you scared me!”

The girl quickly ducks under the counter to hide from Wanda’s view.

“No no, its ok!” the witch recovers quickly, “I just didn’t see you there. You are quite sneaky.” Wanda waits for Y/n to feel comfortable enough to appear over the top of the counter, although very little of her body is visible over the countertop due to her height. “I was just baking some cookies, what brings you out to the kitchen?”

Wanda already knows the answer, but she is wanting to prompt Y/n into speaking for herself.

Little eyes shoot between the witch and the tray full of delicious treats. The smell of which is what drew her here to begin with.

“You came for a cookie?” Wanda asks and waits until the shy little girl nods yes. “Ok! You’re more than welcome to have a cookie!...... but we have to wait for them to cool down or they will burn your tongue.”

Y/n’s shoulders slump, but she nods anyway. Having to wait for cookies is way better than getting no cookies at all.

The girl moves to the counter right in front of the tray of cookies while Wanda tidies around the kitchen.

Once Wanda has finished picking up after herself, the cookies are almost cool enough to eat. She checks on Y/n, and the girl has not moved from her spot next to the cookies, patiently awaiting the permission to indulge in the sweet treats.

“Ok, the cookies are almost ready,” Wanda says to pull a very young Y/n’s attention, “would you like to get some milk for the cookies while we wait?”

Y/n looks up to the other woman tentatively, not sure what to do in this situation. Wanda said yes to her getting a cookie. Is milk too far? …too much to ask of her teammate.

The Sokovian seems to pick up on this and grants mercy on the poor thing.

“Well I know that I want some milk,” Wanda says pulling the carton out of the fridge. “I can pour you some too, while I have it out?” The sokovian waits for an answer, even though she’s pretty sure she can hear it.

After she gets a confirmation nod, Wanda smiles and gets to work.

The witch sets a small cup of milk on the counter along with a small plate containing one chocolate chip cookie.

Walking around to the stools, Wanda quickly realizes Y/n will probably need help to get on it, but she doesn’t want to push any boundaries. The girl previously stated that she doesn’t want help, so she just pats the top of the stool and watches as she jumps, wiggles and climbs until she is sitting on the top.

Wanda sits in the stool beside her, and they both quietly eat their cookies. Once Y/n has finished her cookie, she eyes the plate of cookies on the counter. Silently, the child glances up to Wanda gaining her attention. She then looks back at the cookies.

“Do you want another one?”

Y/n silently nods.

“Ok мала(little one),” Wanda pulls the plate closer for the child to grab a cookie, “but just one more. We’re gonna have dinner soon.”

Neither of them comments on Wanda’s use of the nickname. No words are exchanged at all. They just sit quietly together, and Wanda is perfectly happy with that.

Baby steps in the right direction are still steps in the right direction.

🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Today is just a quiet, lazy Saturday around the compound.

Wanda exits her bedroom and walks down the hall to the common area. She had planned to see if anyone wanted to watch sitcoms in the living room with her.

As she passes Y/n’s door, she comes to a stop.  The very loud little thoughts coming from the other side of the door have grabbed her attention. That was something Wanda picked up very early on. The younger Y/n drops, the louder her thoughts are. Its almost impossible for Wanda not to hear them.

That’s how she knows that Y/n is currently little in her room.

The witch now has a better way to spend her afternoon.

“Oh goodness,” Wanda says a bit loudly to ensure she is heard by the girl, “I’m about to bake a whole bunch of cookies, if only I had someone to help me.” Fake distress lays thick on her voice. She’s hoping to lure the girl out again, only this time for an activity that will require a bit more interaction.

By Y/n’s thoughts, Wanda knows the girl is definitely thinking about it. While she ponders, the sokovian travels down the hall to the kitchen where she gathers all the ingredients and tools she needs.

Wanda turns to find Y/n poking her head out the same way she did last week when she made the first batch of cookies. The girl appears to be about the same size as then too, somewhere between 5 and 6.

“Y/n!” Wanda smiles brightly, “I’m so glad you’re here! I was just about to make some cookies, and I could really use some help. Would you like to help me make some cookies?” The enthusiasm in her tone is a bit much, but she just wants to appear as inviting as possible so Y/n can feel at ease.

The child’s mouth curves into a small smile as she nods. She takes very tentative steps until she is standing next to Wanda. The Sokovian grabs two aprons from the hooks on the pantry door. She puts one on herself, before adjusting the straps on the other to fit the child… as well as an apron for adults can fit a child.

“Let’s get this on to keep you clean,” Wanda wraps the straps multiple times around Y/n’s waist before finishing with a bow. “Now, we are ready to go!”

The two of them turn back to the counter and are faced with a new challenge. In Y/n’s small state, she can barely see over the counter, let alone reach anything on it.

Y/n slowly rises about a foot off the ground. When she looks down, she can see red wisps underneath her feet. Her little eyes go wide, and she turns to the witch in astonishment.

Wanda chuckles lightly, “it’s a magic stool, but you still have to be careful that you don’t fall off. Ok?” With a wide smile the girl nods and turns back to the task at hand.

Together the pair take turns pouring ingredients and stirring. Wanda shows Y/n how to crack an egg, and they both laugh when Wanda drops the shell into the bowl.

At one point, Clint comes in and stops only a few feet in, clearly shocked to see Y/n out so young, “Hey guys.”

“Hey Clint,” Wanda smiles. She glances down when Y/n doesn’t respond. What she finds makes her heart clench. The girl is closed off again. With a deer in the headlights look, she stands silently watching the archer closely. All the progress Wanda had made wiped away.

He continues to the fridge pulling out sandwich meat and some condiments, “what’s going on in here?”

“We’re making cookies,” Wanda says, tickling the girl’s side until she smiles up at her. Even if its just a small smile, it makes the witch feel a little better.

“That’s awesome!” Clint exclaims enthusiastically, “can I have one when they’re done?” He smiles to the small girl.

Wanda looks between the two, watching Y/n for an answer. When she doesn’t say anything, the older woman nudges the girl softly, “what do you think Y/n? Should we let him have a cookie?”

Clint puts on his goofiest puppy pout. He manages to crack through the girl’s wall, even if just the tiniest amount.

Y/n gives him a small, tight lipped smile and nods once.

The archer grins, “thank you!” He holds up the sandwich he was making, “well I just came in for this, but I’ll be back when those puppies are done.” He winks to the two of them before heading out with his lunch.

Once they are alone again, Wanda turns to Y/n, “ready for the messy part?” The girl nods, jumping ever so slightly in excitement on her magic step stool. The older woman sets the bowl of dough between them, “time to roll the dough into balls!”

After they run out of dough, they clean their hands and move on to the final step.

Wanda places the tray into the oven and sets a timer. She decides to clean the kitchen while Y/n just sits in front of the oven watching the cookies waiting for them to bake.

Wanda grabs the chocolate chips to put away but stops. “Hey мала(little one), watch this,” she waits till she has the girl’s attention. Suddenly she tosses a chocolate chip into the air and catches it with her mouth. She chews with a victorious grin.

Y/n quickly hops up off the floor and runs to Wanda, “I wanna try! Please?”

The sokovian smiles brightly at the girl’s sudden brazenness. “Here,” she hands over a chocolate chip and watches.

Y/n throws the chip high into the air. On its way down, it bounces off her nose and falls to the ground.

“Try again,” Wanda chuckles, handing over another chocolate chip.

The girl tries again and again and again while they wait for the timer. Wanda coaches her each time, and they both laugh when she misses.

When a chocolate chip finally lands in her mouth, they celebrate.

Y/n jumps into Wanda’s arms happily, and although she is shocked, the witch quickly reciprocates.

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Warmth and darkness surround Wanda when she rolls over in bed. She can feel steady pangs of discomfort but coupled with the very loud thoughts from the other side of the wall, she decides the discomfort is not her own. The whimpers she hears from next door set her into action.

The sokovian quickly gets out of bed to check on her new friend.

When she reaches the door, Wanda knocks lightly, “Y/n, are you awake?” It’s a stupid question. Wanda knows the girl is awake, but she wants to alert the girl of her presence without scaring her.

She doesn’t get a reply so she cracks the door this time, “can I come in?”

Once again, the only reply she gets is soft whimpers coming from the bed, so she pushes further into the room. Wanda takes feather light steps, so as not to frighten the girl.

“Y/n?” the witch whispers as she approaches the bed. “мала(little one), are you feeling ok?” This time she does get a response. Y/n lays on her side faces away from Wanda, but she shakes her head enough for the older woman to understand.

No, she does not feel ok.

Wanda sits on the bed and reaches for the girl’s forehead to check for a fever. However, Y/n has a different idea. She pulls away from the woman’s touch, grumbling.

“Ok,” Wanda retreats her hands and looks down at Y/n, “I know you can take care of yourself, and you don’t need help. But, will you let me help this one time…. please?”

All is silent as Y/n contemplates her next move. With a huff and a nod, she rolls onto her back so Wanda can get a better look at her. She doesn’t look older than 4, much younger than she was earlier today.

She checks her forehead for a temperature, but she doesn’t have a fever. Wanda looks down to the girl who still whimpers in discomfort. “Can you tell me what’s wrong, мала(little one)? So I know how to help.”

Y/n’s little eyes gather with tears when she looks up to Wanda, “hurts.”

“Where does it hurt, мед(honey)?”

The girl only pouts and points down to her abdomen.

“Your stomach hurts?” Wanda confirms gently.

Y/n’s lip quivers as she holds back a sob. She nods twice.

“Oh sweet мала(little one),” the brunette tucks a lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. “We can go get you some medicine that’ll make you feel better if you come with me,” she holds both hands out to the girl, an open invitation for her to fall into.

…and that she does. Y/n sits up and moves into Wanda’s embrace. She wraps her arms around Wanda’s neck, while Wanda wraps her arms around Y/n and lifts her off the bed.

“I’ve got some medicine in my room,” Wanda walks them both next door, “but it tastes a bit yucky, so we’ll have to go to the kitchen to get a drink to wash it down. What would you like juice or maybe some milk?”

When they reach the kitchen, Wanda sits Y/n on the counter. It takes a little convincing to get the medicine down her throat, but after some milk, all is well again. Putting the dirty cup away, Wanda’s eyes fall on the jar of cookies they made this morning… actually two jars.

The first time Wanda made cookies for Y/n, she ate the two she was allowed to and then waited until after dinner to ask again. However, the rest of the team ate all the cookies before she could get another one. So this time, Wanda put the cookies in two separate jars, one of which is marked a sticky note that reads: Y/n’s Cookies.

The jar clearly holds less cookies than it did when Y/n took one after dinner. Suddenly the cause of Y/n’s stomachache is apparent.

“Мед(honey), did you come down here and eat more cookies after everyone went to bed?”

The girl looks to Wanda with wide eyes. She knows she is caught, so she just fesses up. Y/n pokes out her bottom lip and nods.

Wanda knows that Y/n is an adult and wants to be treated like one. Though, sometimes it’s hard to remember that when she is as small as she is right now. Still, the sokovian doesn’t have the heart to scold her. The stomachache is punishment enough.

“You’re a little cookie monster, aren’t you?” Wanda tickles the girl along her sides. She sits the girl on her hip and walks back to their floor.

“That’s why your tummy hurts so bad,” rubbing the Y/n’s back she continues, “too many cookies will make you sick. That’s why I said only two earlier. I didn’t want you to upset your tummy.”

They return to the Y/n’s room, and Wanda tucks her back into her bed. “Will you stay?” a tiny voice catches the witch off guard, “…til I fall asleep?”

The older woman smiles softly and obliges happily, “of course мала(little one).” She sits on the bed and gently massages the child’s abdomen to help ease the cramping.

A long silence stretches between them. Wanda speaks before Y/n can fall asleep.

“Y/n?”

Little eyes flutter open and look up at her.

“I know you’re probably used to doing everything on your own, maybe even prefer it….. but you know you don’t have to anymore, right?”

She tucks some hair behind Y/n’s face while the girl watches her intently, “you can come to me if you ever need anything… when you’re little or big. If you want to hang out or can’t reach something on the top shelf… even if you just want to make some more cookies.” She tickles the girl lightly until she gets a giggle.

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore. You’re not alone. You have me and the rest of the team-“

“They don’t like me,” Y/n frowns and her eyebrows furrow.

Wanda offers her a sympathetic smile, “that’s not true. I think they just don’t really know what to say yet, but they’ll come around. If they opened up for me after what I did, I have no doubt they will for you.”

“What did you do?” the girl asks softly.

The witch opens her mouth to speak but struggles to find the words, “maybe next time. We should get to sleep. Close your eyes, мала(little one). I’ll be here till you fall asleep, and if you wake up again, I’m right next door.”

Y/n smiles up to her sleepily. She closes her eyes and quickly drifts off to sleep.

Once she’s asleep, Wanda quietly exits the room, stopping only in the doorway to look back on the sleeping little girl.

“Good night, Cookie Monster.”

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A/N: As always, thank you so much for reading; I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think in the comments below.

-k❤️

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#avengers x reader #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #avengers x little!reader #wanda x little!reader #wanda maximoff #clint barton #fem!reader #little!reader #cg!wanda x little!reader #shapeshifter!reader #new kid! #avengers x reader(platonic) #Wanda x reader(platonic)

[chloepleasestopdying]

Ideas for an "After The Storm" game with the save bae ending?

If I had control to make ‘After the Storm’ it would probably be pretty damn close to The Girls Who Broke the World by GeneralIrritation over on AO3. It’s one of my favorite LiS fics and my favorite fic for exploring the cause of Max’s powers. I’ll expand on my reasons under the cut but if you haven’t read it and don’t want to be spoiled go read it! It’s great !!

it’s full sequel the setting HAS to be Arcadia Bay. The OG game is just too connected to the town itself to not be set there. Pulling Max and Chloe completely out of there just feels… wrong. One of the best things about LiS is that they knew how to set the vibes of all the areas so well.

‘Ah but I asked for After the Storm with Save the Bae’ yes you did anon- the game should NOT be set in the same exact timeline that the player been able to play in. This 1) keeps the game from making a single choice canon (which they’ve been trying to keep from doing) and 2) keeps the players on their toes.

In keeping with the idea of being in the same setting- the vibe has to be similar. A lot of post canon fics tend to go mores the sci-fi part because of Max’s powers (which can be pretty cool) but LiS is a mystery with some horror. Rachel’s disappearance lingers over the entire game as does Kate’s attempted suicide and Chloe’s repeated brushs with death. Just because there is a lot of cute moments and kinda cringe dialogue doesn’t mean we should forget that vibe.

I brought up The Girls Who Broke the World for a lot of reasons and one of the biggest is because it takes a very similar vibe- if not one that’s a bit more … I wouldn’t quite say mature but perhaps more adult. It’s a straight up murder mystery instead of Chloe and Max’s flat refusal of treating Rachel’s disappearance as such. There’s more death and drugs - though never anything too outrageous for the setting.

And keeping the bay also keeps the characters. LiS has GREAT characters. All the minor characters are just great. Any sequel has to at least try and bring back as many as possible and keeping the setting helps with that.

Max can’t have her powers. I love Max’s powers and I’m a HUGE fan of her keeping them post canon but her powers are op as all fuck if the game actually let you use them to the extent they should be able to.

But if I know I would want to explore the cause of her powers. Later LiS games clearly go with the theme of the characters getting them just because but that never worked with me with Max. Alex’s powers felt like a part of her, they’re something she’s been dealing with and have been growing stronger while Max’s just kinda appeared ?

So basically in TGWBTW (such a long title lol) Max doesn’t have her powers. The fic is from Chloe’s point of view and set a few years post canon with them having spilt up at some point after ‘canon’. Chloe has become something like a fixer with minor drug dealers in Arcadia Bay and gets mixed in with a murder mystery. It takes awhile for the reader to start putting together the pieces on what happened: Max used the picture to travel to the bathroom and instead of letting Chloe died Max jumped in front of the gun. Max’s powers end up not really being ‘hers’ and the last fic expands on some of the dropped hints like the Prescotts.

I think something like that- where you play as Chloe who has no memory of Hell week while Max does is really cool.



#life is strange #chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #I love that fic btw #it has some of my favorite fandom bits #it has impacted my view of LiS so much that there was a good minute I forgot Kate’s last name #I still sometimes think Kate’s last name isn’t Marsh

[enassbraid]

mkay so hurt comfort request...what if rui/mizuki end up meeting the reader on the rooftop (by coincidence) only to find they're there for the exact same reason, to avoid bullying/teasing

“𝐈𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡..”

A chance rooftop encounter and..?

Featuring Rui Kamishiro & Mizuki Akiyama

Hi anon, ask and you shall receive. Tried to keep the hurt and comfort well balanced here, so I hope you like. also this was supposed to be a lot longer but tumblr crashed and I lost my old draft…

Cw) themes of depression, brief suicide mention, brief transphobia in Mizuki’s part, cursing, isolation

Rui Kamishiro

Rui had a routine, one that was rarely broken. Even if he hated it, he’d always return to that loop of nothing. He chose the rooftop as ‘his spot’ specifically ‘cause it was rare for anyone else to visit it, a perfect escape from the cruel ridicules form his peers.

On this particular day, he realized someone was also on the rooftop. Though no where near him, rather, the whole other side. He didn’t bother speaking to you, not knowing what your intentions were or why you were even there. But at the same time, it sparked Rui’s curiosity.

Over the course of the next week, he noticed you were still there. It wasn’t a temporary thing? As selfish as Rui felt, he felt like his space was being invaded, despite it being a public area. But usually it was only him in this public area, like it was his. Ignoring all the screams of “don’t do it” ringing in his head, he decided to go up to you. Whether you wanted to talk or not was on you.

“Purple hair with a blue streak… unkempt appearance… are you, by any chance, Kamishiro Rui..?”

‘Unkempt appearance’ and a hair description felt a bit better than ‘weirdo guy,’ but could they ever just refer to him as his name?

“Yeah, that’s me. I’ve never really seen you around before, what’s your name?”

“(Full name), and you probably haven’t seen me around ‘cause I used to hideout in the bathroom… but I got found there, and it didn’t feel safe anymore, so I came up here. I heard this is the freak spot of the school, you and some other kid are who they talk about most when they bring it up.”

‘Some other kid’ rang in his ears, that’s Mizuki. He wanted to bring them up and how they haven’t been coming to school recently, but he refrained. He could tell you later, it didn’t feel appropriate talking about someone else with the current topic.

“I came to the rooftop one day to meet a friend, but it became a habit even if they aren’t on the rooftop on days. What do you mean hiding in the bathroom? And it didn’t feel safe anymore? If you’re okay with telling me… that is.”

You hesitated for a moment. Could you really tell a guy you just met about your whole bullying situation? But he also didn’t seem to know you, or even of you. It’s not like he’d get the idea. But the words couldn’t help but escape your mouth anyways.

“I get bullied a lot, y’know, the usual “Hider in the bathroom” story. Um… yeah, this school year hasn’t been the best… or the last few for that matter..”

Rui’s eyes focused on your face, your eyes held a solemn look as you spoke, as if there’s a deeper story you don’t wish to tell. He respected that, of course. This whole ‘first encounter’ is already deep enough.

“I can see where you’re coming from, I’m sure you already heard of me. I’m the weird guy who has sick and twisted ideas that are always harming people, as they say. I don’t think I’ve physically harmed anyone..”

His face scrunched up into a thinking look, making you chuckle softly. The rest of the lunch period went by without another word spoken. The silence was quiet, but a comfortable one nonetheless. When the bell rang, Rui didn’t bid a farewell, instead he only nodded his head and smiled, not giving you much time to return it.

The next few weeks went by as normal, boring and empty. But at least Rui had a new friend, someone to look forward too seeing. It felt a little less lonely on that rooftop now that it wasn’t just him and an occasional Mizuki. Although, if he did have one complaint, it’s that you didn’t talk a lot. Which he could understand, but in the back of his mind it felt like it was your way of saying “leave me alone.”

Which made him realize, he never got your number, or any other way to contact you outside of school. And Rui was far too anxious to talk to you in the halls or classes, worried about bringing unwanted attention to himself that could give more material for newer rumors. If you weren’t initiating more communication, did that mean something?

He tried not to think about it, he really did. But what if you were just as weirded out by him as everyone else? And you were only using him for company too feel less alone? What if…

“Hey, (Name), are we… friends?”

His question caught you off guard, it was so.. random. Not only was it the first thing he’s said to you all day, but you thought it was clear you guys were somewhat close enough to consider each other friends. Did he not see it?

“Of course we are Rui. I’m sorry if this comes off weird, but you’re honestly my only friend..”

Your only friend? He didn’t know whether to feel bad or honored, maybe both? Your response reassured him, visibly relaxing a tad bit more into your presence.

“We graduate soon, don’t we? What school are you planning to attend?”

He almost forgot you were in the same grade as him, and that graduation was slowly creeping up on you two. He never really thought about the future that much, not even knowing if he’d make it or not. Where did he wanna go next..

“I’m not sure, I think my mom is enrolling me in some random school around here, I don’t know which one though. What about you?”

“Kamiyama, I think. My parents were pushing me towards the girl’s academy, so they could have enrolled me without letting me know.”

He knew he wasn’t going to Kamiyama, the name didn’t ring a bell nor did he think of it. So this was most likely the last school year you’d see each other, isn’t it? For some reason, Rui felt genuine sadness. Not an “oh this is the last time we’ll see each other in school” feeling, but an “oh…” feeling. He didn’t know you nearly as long as Mizuki, but something about your rooftop meetings meant more than they should have to Rui. He got too accustomed.

That was one of the last times you two talked before graduating. There was never a number exchange, only a “nice knowing you.” The farewell was bittersweet, but it is what it is, you thought.

The first year at Kamiyama went by faster than you’d have liked. There was a weird classmate you had that you acquainted yourself with. He was… loud, but friendly. Having someone like that as your friend made it easier to get to know others. After all, this was a fresh start. There were more students at Kamiyama than your junior high, potential friends were everywhere. It was a sweet reassurance in your mind.

The break before second year was a lot less lonely than the previous year, but there was still something missing. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was something you yearned for that wasn’t there. It felt selfish, after so long you aren’t being ridiculed, and you’re still looking for more than that.

You didn’t like thinking about junior high, it was too painful to relive. But you knew it had something to do with it, but what? You start your second year at Kamiyama tomorrow, maybe you could pin point it there.

The new first years were… interesting. Individually they were all okay, but if you group them, it’s certainly a unique group. But one of their names sounded familiar, so maybe it would be worth your while talking to them. This year was looking good so far, really good. But…

“(Name), I knew you looked familiar. You’ve grown a lot, how have you been?”

That voice was one you knew all too well. Slowly turning around, you easily identified the owner of the voice. Rui

His hair is shorter, and he doesn’t look unkempt at all compared to when you last saw him. His eyes aren’t lacking the light they lacked before, and he’s tall.

“Rui? You said you weren’t going to be at Kamiyama, what are you doing here?”

“Well.. there was an incident at my last school, and they had to transfer me. Apparently explosive aren’t okay to use on school property!”

“You didn’t think that before!?”

The two of you broke out into laughter, genuine laughter. Not the awkward laughs or chuckles you’d give on the rooftop. It was only now you realized how depressed both of you were back then, not even capable of giving real emotion back to each other.

“So why did you choose Kamiyama? Did you miss me?” You were joking, kinda. You do wish he missed you though.

“Ah, well that and I know a couple others attending here. My one childhood friend and another friend from junior high, I believe I mentioned them too you before. Their names are Nene Kusanagi & Mizuki Akiyama.”

So that was the familiar name, Akiyama. It was better to introduce yourself now then later after so long of knowing of them.

“I’m sure we have a lot to catch up on, what do you say we go out to eat after classes?”

The way Rui spoke softly and with a smile made you understand that empty feeling you had before. You were missing Rui. He was the missing puzzle piece.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

Mizuki Akiyama

You’re not sure if meeting Mizuki was the best or worst thing to ever happen to you. You always tried to steer clear of others, avoid any cruel remarks at all costs. Lunchtime was the worst time of day if you couldn’t run away. For a while, you just endured being bullied during the free period, slowly starting to not care about food getting thrown at you or being humiliated in front of everyone.

At some point, you heard of a ‘freak who can’t comprehend identity’ hid on the rooftop ‘like a pussy’ to avoid humiliation. These words spiked your interest, were they seriously just bullying people to the point of hiding outdoors? And not ashamed of themselves?

Your mind wandered to this ‘freak.’ What made them consider them a freak? You knew from experience they couldn’t be too bad, just looking at the situation they put you in. If they’re hiding in the rooftop all the time, then maybe…

Slowly, you made your way up the stairwell, all the way to the top. The rooftop. With hesitation, you opened the door, met with the cool breeze from outside. It felt a lot less stuffy up here, and wondered why people didn’t come up here usually, it’s a nice view and comfortable. I’m getting off track you thought.

Your eyes scanned for this mysterious kid, not exactly knowing what you should be looking for. Did they have long hair or short hair? Sweater or no sweater? But judging by the way your peers said it, there should only be one person up here. And you think you just found them.

“What do you want.. here to tell me what I am and what I can’t be?”

They spoke first, annoyance clearly lingering in their voice. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…

“I um, heard about you.. the kids that were bullying me said you hide up here a lot, and I just wanted to, yknow, meet you? I guess..”

“Meet me?”

Mizuki never knew people thought they were someone worth wanting to meet. But at the same time, their guard was still up. What if they sent you so they can keep getting picked on? Of course those guys would stoop that low.

“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t jump to conclusions like this, but it seemed like you were in a similar situation? With being ridiculed and bullied. We don’t have to be friends or anything, just… acquainted.”

Acquaintances, friends, companions, so many different words to describe someone who keeps you from being alone. Is there really any difference in the end? Mizuki was full of reluctance, but their heart told them to ‘go for it, meet someone new.’

“You can sit here, I don’t have lunch though, so if you don’t and you’re hungry, you’re out of luck.”

“Actually I do have something, yakisoba. Do you wanna split it?”

Splitting yakisoba wasn’t anything Mizuki hasn’t heard of, but it’s not something they’ve ever seen people do in front of them, let alone be the one apart of splitting it. It was certainly new. But, today they’re already on a roll with trying new things.

“Sure…”

You pulled out the container holding the yakisoba, keeping it warm and fresh throughout the time it was in your bag. Opening the lid made the strong scent hit yours and Mizuki’s nose almost immediately, it smelt good. Really good in fact it reminded Mizuki how they should have ate something today by now.

“Doesn’t it smell good? I made it myself. But I haven’t tried it yet, so I don’t know if the flavor is as good as it’s scent..”

“Well that makes me your food critic doesn’t it? Lemme get the first bite.”

They moved closer holding their utensil over the container, careful not to get anything on their uniform. Taking a medium portion into their mouth, the flavor exploded on their tongue. This was really good.

“You did such a good job! This tastes amazing… um..”

Your name, they were going to say your name, if they knew it. Your face twisted with concern, was the aftertaste terrible?

“Is there something wrong? Sorry if I messed something up…”

“No no! You didn’t mess anything up, I just don’t know your name. If.. you don’t mind sharing it?”

Right, you guys never properly introduced yourselves. This was a slightly random meeting, but you could have sworn you introduced yourself.

“I’m (Full Name), sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…”

“It’s all good, I’m Mizuki Akiyama, you can just call me Mizuki. Although I would have thought you heard my name around cause of how much everyone talks about me.”

Their name suited them, a lot. It was a pretty name for a pretty person. Only now are you able to get a better look at their face. You averted your eyes before Mizuki could catch you staring.

“Uh, well then, Mizuki. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

#project sekai x reader #prsk #pjsekai #pjsk #pjsekai x reader #project sekai #pjsk x reader #rui kamishiro #rui #rui kamishiro x reader #mizuki akiyama #mizuki #mizuki akiyama x reader #rui x reader #mizuki x reader #dor writes

[ty-the-trainwreck]

I need for Robin to be at the lowest she’s ever been.

After Vecna ‘dies’ she sits in her room all day and locks herself in there. She barely eats and has only been out the house 2 times.

The first time she was out she was on a grocery run. Robin walks into the store that Joyce works at, Joyce notices that something is different. Other than the fact that everyone hasn’t seen her for 2 weeks. But Joyce notices the weak smile Robin gives her when she walks into the store. And as Robin goes around the store grabbing things and placing them in her basket, Joyce notices the slump in her shoulders. Usually Robin sits and talks with Joyce for a few minutes. Perhaps she’s in a rush? But Robin is moving as if she’s plagued with exhaustion. So it can’t be that. Joyce must have lost track of time because Robin walks up to register and is shuffling around and fiddling with her sleeves. “Robin?” Joyce scanned the items quickly, placing them into a bag and handing them to Robin. “Hm?” The freckled girl looked up, and her eyes looked so tired they made Joyce want to pull her into a hug. “Take care, remember I’m here for you when you need me.” Robin stood there for a few moments before grabbing the bag and mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’ and running out the store.

The second time Robin comes out her house is when she needs to bring out the trash. Her parents haven’t been home all month so she’s been alone for the whole month. The last time she had seen the grass of her front lawn was 6 weeks ago. She knows it isn’t healthy, and that she shouldn’t be shutting everyone out. But ever since Vecna she feels useless. Like the only reason she was useful the group was because she could crack secret Russian codes and she was an extra pair of hands and maybe even a future sacrifice. Sometimes she thinks that maybe she should have been chosen by Vecna to be the 4th victim.

Robin dragged the garbage bin all the way to the front of her house. Sighing as she places it in the usual spot she puts it, running back up the driveway before she hears a honk. Robin grumbles and keeps walking before she hears a car door slam and heels clicking towards her. She thinks maybe her mom has come home. Robin turns around and she starts going on about how she just took out the trash and she’ll be washing the dishes very soon. She’s getting ready to say she hasn’t cleaned her room yet but she’ll get to it. Yet when Robin looks up it isn’t her mom.

It’s Nancy. Robin gulps and her mouth goes dry. Maybe the whole month she was away she lost all ability to communicate with people. “Hi, Robin.” Nancy smiled at her. Nancy Wheeler is in front of her and smiling at her with all the tenderness in the world. Robin feels tears well up in her eyes. She rubs her eyes furiously while apologizing, “I’ll go— I’m sorry—“ Robin turns and starts to run to her front door before she feels Nancy’s fingers wrap around her wrist. “Rob, it’s okay. But, can I please come in?” Nancy whispered as if she spoke any louder Robin would shatter. The blonde girl opened her mouth to say something, yet words seemed to fail her. Nodding, she walked to the front door with Nancy’s hand still on her wrist. They walk in and Robin leads Nancy to her room.

When they walk in Robin starts apologizing again. “Sorry for the mess, I’m kind of a slob.” Robin chuckled nervously, trying to make a joke but Nancy doesn’t laugh. “Where have you been?” She says instead. “Really interrogating me in my own house, huh?” Robin sighed, sitting down on her bed. Nancy sat down next to Robin, her eyebrows knitting together in the way they do whenever Nancy is thinking really hard. “Rob, what happened?” Nancy’s voice was barely there. Robin felt the tears coming back. “I don’t feel..like I’m any good to the group.” Robin played with her sleeves, she hasn’t been wearing her rings for such a long time that she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. Nancy let her continue. “Nance, why couldn’t it have been me instead of Max?” Robin let her tears fall, her freckled cheeks covered in the streams. “Rob, do you know how important you are to everyone? Steve is the happiest i’ve ever seen him ever since you came around. Dustin always talks about how cool you are, Lucas always asks where you are and so does Erica. Mike likes you more than me and I’m his sister. Eleven calls you ‘Aunt Robin’, and Will has been creating you your own D&D character. You’re important to them. You’re important to me.” Nancy intertwined their hands. “I know that you’re hurting, but please, don’t do this again. Everyone is worried for you, you don’t know it but you really are important to us. And I’ll always be here for you.” Nancy leaned her forehead against Robin’s.

Robin goes outside again, she tries to resume normal life. But it’s hard. And even though it’s hard Nancy is there to help her. Because Nancy said she would always be there. And Robin has a hard time trusting but she knows she can trust Nancy.

(Robin will never know that Nancy spent the whole month sulking in her room, listening to sad songs and she only works up the courage to go see her when Steve gives her a literal pep talk along the lines of ‘go get your girl! i would but i know she needs you right now.’)

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#ronance #robin #nancy #steve #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #robin buckley #ronance ficlet

[jjkeverlast]

new girl | chapter seven (finale)

-> genre roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy

-> summary mi sun's words of advice help you realize a lot of things left unwanted...

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings mild angst, smut (unprotected sex), oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fluff you guys might die.... and jimin being his good ol' douchebag. (spoilers for the k-drama business proposal)

-> author's note! i normally don't write author's notes on my fics but seeing as this fic series is ending... i feel like i have to! ugh this has been such a journey and it's coming to an end! thank you to my readers for showing support and love, it's definitely pushed me to continue so it wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. i got really emotional writing this knowing it's the last time i'll be writing these crazy and yet fun characters. <3 hope you enjoy and i'll see you soon.

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Things did somewhat turn back to normal. There wasn’t any crazy awkward tension or any moment of weakness between the both of you. You were doing fine yet that kiss recurred once in a while when you were lost in thoughts. You’ll never forget it but you moved on pretty quickly from it. As for Jungkook he was doing better than he expected. He didn’t find himself constantly thinking of you or have the need to express his feelings to you. Maybe all that was needed was indeed that kiss for him to finally move on from you, once and for all. But the obvious reason for the both of you to feel this way was because you didn’t see each other often. You’d be at work throughout the day and come home late and Jungkook the opposite, him first working later in the evening and returning home at midnight. So, you were both busy, which helped the inconvenient situation between the both of you. 

Although things took a certain turn one night. You remember it as clear as a blue sky. You woke up in the middle of the night, not being able to find the right sleeping position, instead of you turning endlessly for hours with no hope of finding an actual good position, you went to the kitchen. The kitchen was empty and dark, the only light in the whole loft was from the moon reflecting upon the windows. It made the atmosphere calm and relaxing. You tried not to make a sound when you opened the refrigerator to look for a midnight snack, maybe that’s all you needed for your sleep to come back around. 

‘’Hey.’’ 

You turned, seeing Jungkook in his work attire. His hair was slightly parted and his cheeks red. 

‘’Hi.’’ You responded calmly, your eyes going back to the fridge, not finding anything interesting, you closed it, deciding on some tea. ‘’Want some tea?’’ You offered, reaching for the silver kettle and filling it up with water. 

‘’Actually, that would be nice, thank you.’’ 

You only delivered a small smile, him not really noticing it in the almost darkened kitchen. It was calm between you, which felt different but a good different. You didn’t say much, only keeping yourself leaned on the counter, patiently waiting for the water to finish boiling. 

‘’I feel like we haven’t seen each other as much.’’ Jungkook confessed. He was right. Distance had been a new thing between you these past few weeks and it felt awfully weird not seeing him constantly, but again, with everything going on, it was needed. 

‘’Yeah, we haven’t. How’ve you been?’’ 

‘’I’m okay, maybe a little stressed.’’ He was completely honest and it was new for once, being honest of how he feels; maybe not all of it but he was stressed. Jungkook had been stressed for a while. He wanted to tell you all about it but it felt like a setback if he did. 

‘’Wanna talk about it?’’ You proposed, not wanting to overstep; seeing you both hadn’t talked for a while. The kettle saved Jungkook from answering. You moved silently, fetching for two tea bags and preparing the tea for both of you. Jungkook watched you in admiration, the moonlight shone on your face a little and he caught a glimpse of your concentrated face. You had a habit; Jungkook quickly caught onto it, it was simple, your tongue poked slightly out of your mouth and your brows grew closer. It was the cutest thing. 

‘’Here.’’ You handed him the cup, your hands wrapped around your own mug, enjoying the warmth that seeped through your skin, making you relaxed. 

‘’Thank you.’’ 

Silence filled the room, the only sound filling it were the sips you and Jungkook took from your tea. You felt comfort in Jungkook’s presence, you didn’t feel the need to always say something to avoid awkwardness, although it had been like this for some time. Given you were confused after the sudden break up with Ryeon and the kiss you and Jungkook shared not long after. It meant nothing you kept convincing yourself. Although, something about sitting with Jungkook in the middle of the night, drinking nothing but tea, brought a comfort you’d never felt before and a part of you wanted to hold on to it for a long time. 

‘’I feel like I’m too gentle.’’ Jungkook started off, you didn’t wish to interrupt him, seeing he had a lot on his mind and now that he broke the silence, you’d want nothing more than to hear him out. 

‘’I just–  I’m too kind to my co-workers and it seems as if they forget I’m their boss. Maybe I’m overthinking it.’’ You could see how much it exhausted Jungkook, for him to just talk about it seemed to tire him out completely, though it was needed. 

‘’Jeon, you’re allowed to say when they do something wrong or if they’re being childish. That’s your job as much as theirs to listen to you. Don’t be afraid to be honest.’’ You gave him the best advice you could find, it didn’t seem easy to not only own a bar but also have so many working for you and helping you a long. The responsibility must be overwhelming at times. 

‘’You’re right, I’ll try tomorrow. Thank you Y/N.’’ He smiled softly, looking at you for a bit before taking another sip of his tea, probably contemplating your advice. 

‘’This feels nice.’’ You loudly admitted your thoughts which only caught Jungkook off guard; he’d never expect you to call his company ‘nice’. You sensed his silence, taking control of the conversation instead. ‘’You know, just no bickering, just a casual conversation. I like it.’’ You tried fighting back a smile, your body eagerly wanting to smile at the comfort of this interaction. Suddenly you felt all giddy inside and the feeling definitely scared you. You were realizing a bit but pushed the thoughts away; Jungkook is just a roommate, a friend. 

‘’Yeah, it actually feels nice. You look hotter when you’re quiet.’’ Jungkook spoke too soon, laughing it off and not dwelling too long on the sudden compliment he’d thrown at you. Your eyes just popped out, glad in that moment that you didn’t have any tea in your mouth because in no doubt it would be spilled out. 

‘’I’m kidding, you know that right?’’ He turns serious as if you really took his comment to heart – you really didn’t but it could’ve been nice in some way if he did mean it. Sure, Taehyung called you hot and Jimin once or twice but never Jungkook, maybe you just weren't ‘his type’ but why did he kiss you that night? Now you’re back to thinking about everything you thought you’ve put aside. 

‘’I know dummy.’’ You roll your eyes, growing annoyed by your thoughts although it could seem Jungkook’s words were the reason behind it. 

It didn’t take long for the both of you to say your goodnight’s and go to bed. The tea had definitely worked making the both of you comfortable and warm. That night you remember falling asleep with a smile on your face not wanting to fade away.

Mi Sun was always the first to catch onto any sign of love, especially when it came to you. She remembers the moment you fell in love with Ji-hoon. Your eyes sparkled when he tied your shoelace right after stepping out from your favorite pasta making restaurant, the first night where Mi Sun met Ji-hoon. She liked him in the beginning but her instincts were never wrong and she knew he would hurt you. Mi Sun has always been overprotective – explains why you’ve never really dated anyone in a serious matter. Yes, Ryeon was somewhat serious but that didn’t take long for a breakup to happen between you. You might want to stay away from men who’ve already been married – advice to future self. 

So it was surprising when Mi Sun caught onto you and Jungkook. Not how Jungkook looked at you but the other way around. It was weird. She thought it was a kiss between you and that was it, you were really great at persuading so when you went to her apartment and quickly denied you weren’t falling for Jungkook? Mi Sun believed every single word. But now, seeing your eyes sparkle once again when Jungkook is casually pouring coffee in a mug, Mi Sun contemplates everything. You would, of course, deny it if she took you aside and told you that you’re probably in love with Jungkook and might’ve always been. You were scared, it was clear as a blue sky. Ji-hoon hurt you badly. Mi Sun knew deep down you didn’t want to experience this pain again, giving yourself completely to someone only for them to leave and hurt you in the end. Jungkook just seems genuine, asking Jimin who’s been best friends with him since college, is of course the right person to ask. Mi Sun wants to be clear on the situation before telling you about your obvious love for Jungkook. 

This explains why Mi Sun locked Jimin in his bedroom, him already in the process of taking his belt off, thinking of other reasons for her locking him in. 

‘’I’m not having sex with you.’’ Mi Sun clears out for Jimin who stops mid-track in taking his belt off. 

‘’I- I wasn’t thinking that.’’ Jimin responds with a puff, buckling his belt back on. 

‘’I have to ask you something. If you answer honestly, I’ll suck your dick.’’ It was the only way to convince Jimin into anything. Mi Sun learned that the hard way… literally. 

‘’Ask away.’’ Jimin doesn’t hesitate to sit down on his bed, manspreading for Mi Sun to try and distract her from her question, but she wasn’t that easy. That’s what Jimin found so mesmerizing about Mi Sun. Her capability to remain focus even though he’s teasing her. 

‘’Does Jungkook like Y/N?’’ That’s what Mi Sun mostly wanted to know, but also how he was in a relationship. She had to make sure her best friend deserved Jungkook and vice versa. 

‘’Yes.’’ Jimin answers with a shrug.

‘’What?!’’ 

Jimin’s eyes grew wide and he knew he spoke too quickly, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the blowjob he’d be getting after this conversation, making him reply rapidly. 

‘’I mean… why do you wanna know?’’ Now Jimin was trying to save himself from a punch from Jungkook but Mi Sun caught onto it too fast for him to even deny it now. 

‘’No. You can’t outrun this.’’ Mi Sun pointed her finger at him, making him gulp out of nervousness. He definitely deserves a punch from Jungkook after this. 

‘’Please don’t tell anyone, Jungkook will punch the shit out of me if he knew you knew.’’ 

Mi Sun sighs, sitting now beside Jimin, ‘’I won’t. Do you think Jungkook deserves Y/N? Be honest.’’ 

‘’Fuck Jungkook is going to kill me.’’ Jimin tilts his head back, wondering how he went from excited of getting a blowjob to scared in a millisecond. He does in fact continue, as he’s already fucked up, ‘’he’s been in love with Y/N since she moved in. It was obvious since day one and now he’s trying to move on. But Jungkook is a good guy, I mean Noëlle broke up with him because she knew he was too good for her. So yes, Jungkook deserves Y/N. He would do anything to make her the happiest and care for her before himself.’’ Hearing Jimin talking so highly about Jungkook caused Mi Sun to smile. Jimin was honest. Mi Sun couldn’t help but think immediately that this was indeed what you deserved. Genuine love. The kind of love where you’re never in doubt of what that person feels. The kind of love where you can’t help but smile whenever you think of them. The kind of love where they’re the first person you think of when you hear a love song. That’s what you deserve as a person, and Mi Sun would do anything for it to happen. 

‘’You’re right. Thanks Jimin.’’ Jimin only nods back creating a silence in his bedroom, not another word being exchanged. 

‘’So… about that blowjob?’’ Jimin starts off and Mi Sun can’t help but hit his shoulder. Jimin can’t stop but to seem offended. 

‘’Only because you deserve it.’’ Mi Sun finally answers, dropping down on her knees in front of him. Jimin is already man-spreading and ready for her mouth.

‘’I don’t deserve you.’’ Jimin replies with a chuckle but it turns into a gasp as soon as her tongue hits the tip of his hardened cock. 

Meanwhile, you were in the living room with Jungkook. The both of you were almost done with Business Proposal and so far the show was amazing. There were of course a few scenes that made things awkward, especially the love scenes. Jungkook’s ears and cheeks would instantly turn red and the sight made you flutter – for some weird reason. The both of you would completely ignore it and silence would grow between you, uncomfortable to be more precise. It was soothing that there weren’t any bickering fights between the both of you and Jungkook’s presence made you calm, a calm where you found yourself getting so relaxed you almost fall asleep when you’re around him. It’s not because he was boring, in fact quite the opposite but still for some weird reason you’d find yourself tired and happy around him. You were too caught in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized the scene happening in front of you and you turn to see Jungkook all excited and giddy. 

‘’Oh no! What did I miss?’’ You pout realizing there was a new scene on the screen. 

‘’He came back from New York!’’ Jungkook cheers and you can’t help but smile knowing Tae-moo came back for his Ha-ri. 

‘’Ugh, I want what they have.’’ You point to the screen, the last scene showing Tae-moo proposing to Ha-ri and her teasing him about saying yes. 

‘’I’m positive you’ll find that kind of love.’’ 

‘’Thank you Jeon.’’ 

As the credits roll, Mi Sun walks out of Jimin’s bedroom, her hair plainly screaming ‘I’ve just had sex for the past hour’. 

‘’Oh hey you two!’’ She greets the both of you, eyeing mostly you and not Jungkook. 

Jungkook gets easily distracted and catches onto the time on his phone. ‘’Fuck! I’m late for work.’’ And with that he rushes out the door like there’s no tomorrow, leaving you alone with Mi Sun. Mi Sun who’s looking at you as if she knows something you don’t.

‘’Okay, Y/N cut the crap.’’ 

‘’What do you mean?’’ Your brows grow closer, indicating your confusion towards Mi Sun’s words. 

‘’You’re in love.’’ She looks genuinely at you and you can’t help but laugh. As soon as a snicker left your mouth Mi Sun rolled her eyes, knowing you would deny.

‘’What drugs are you on?’’ 

‘’Y/N, I’m serious.’’ That changes the situation in an instant. Mi Sun saying she’s serious means serious business and that surely scares the shit out of you. 

‘’I’m– Mi Sun. Ryeon and I are done. There’s absolutely nothing remaining between us.’’ You clarify to Mi Sun because clearly she has her head in the gutter by thinking you’re in love with Ryeon. 

‘’There never was Y/N. It’s been Jungkook all along and you know it.’’ You froze at her words, not knowing how to take them in. Has it really been Jungkook all along? It- no it can’t be…

‘’Look, be in denial all you want but sooner or later you’ll see.’’ And with that she gets up ready to leave to her own place, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

‘’Wait– how do I know if I’m in love?’’ The question came out dumb but you were genuinely curious as to how you know you’re in love with someone, there must be some signs of love?

‘’It’s different for everyone babe. Maybe listen to some love songs? Might wake something in your denial self.’’ One last smile is shown on Mi Sun’s face before she closes the front door and disappears from your sight. 

Love songs. Maybe that’s what you need, a push. So, you walked back to your bedroom, headphones on and put a random love songs playlist on shuffle. You decided to lay down and close your eyes, focusing on the lyrics. 

You Are in Love by Taylor Swift started playing and as soon as your eyes closed and Taylor started singing you saw him, Jeon Jungkook. You saw Jungkook with his bunny smile and his little nose scrunch he does when he’s happy. Your heart started beating rapidly and you continued seeing every moment you’ve spent with Jungkook. From the very first meeting to now. Your small bickering fights. Your eyes getting lost in his as if you’re the only people in the room. Fuck. It’s always been Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. You have to tell him. You can’t keep this hidden any longer. Therefore, you don’t waste another second already putting on your shoes and running towards Ego. You can’t help but pant and smile while running, thinking back to that one shared kiss between you and how much you melted in his arms and the way his arms held onto your frame, not wanting to let go. But when you step into Ego, your smile drops and your heart sinks. Your sight catches Jungkook rather rapidly but you wish you hadn’t. He’s standing with a girl whispering in his ear, gripping onto his arm and Jungkook is smiling. He’s smiling at whatever this girl is saying to him. You were too late. You’ve been blind and in denial for way too long and you get this in return, well, you deserved it. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve a person realizing how they feel towards him too late. He deserves better. You take a deep breath and walk out of Ego, your heart sinking to your stomach and tears are starting to form onto your eyes. You quickly wipe them away but they keep reappearing, insisting on showing how hurt you feel. Fuck it. You let your tears fall freely as you walk slowly back to the loft. 

Just as you reach the main building you hear your name being called. It’s him. You don’t even have to turn to know it’s him, his voice is so easy to recognize. 

‘’Y/N?’’ He steps closer, you shift in your position letting your gaze fall onto the big transparent doors, not wanting to see his face. 

‘’Y/N.’’ He repeats, seeing as you’ve still not turned to see him. 

You only hum, quickly wiping your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.   

‘’Why did you leave so quickly? Is everything okay?’’ He asks out of concern and your heart can’t help but beat rapidly knowing he noticed you. You were there for not even a second and he saw you. You can’t stand this. 

‘’Yeah, I’m okay.’’ You answer, back still turned to Jungkook. 

‘’Then turn around.’’

You prepare a fake smile onto your face, wanting nothing more than for Jungkook to believe that you’re okay, but in reality you’re the opposite of okay. You just realized how in love you are with him and he’s with someone else, or that’s what it seemed like. 

‘’See? I’m okay!’’ You smile too widely and you pray internally that your eyes have dried out. 

‘’You’ve been crying.’’ Jungkook steps closer, his fingertip pointing to your almost dried tears staining your cheek. 

‘’Don’t.’’ You remove his hand from your face, looking away and just wanting to hide under your covers and go back in time. 

‘’What’s going on? You were okay not even two hours ago!’’ He points out and you laugh uncontrollably at his ridiculous observation. 

‘’Just… go back to the bar.’’ And you step back, not being able to bare the small distance between you. 

‘’No. Tell me what made you cry.’’ 

You sigh, rolling your eyes at Jungkook being so determined. If you told him now what good would come out of it? He’s clearly seeing someone else and it would create unwanted awkward tension for as long as you both remain roommates. Although, looking at Jungkook, the Jungkook that ran towards you even though he’s supposed to be working right now instead – you can’t help but feel… guilty. He just wants to make sure you’re okay and you can’t seem to cooperate how he deserves it. 

‘’Jungkook it’s not worth knowing.’’ It’s better than to lie, because truth be told it’s hard and again not worth it. You don’t want to cause anything. It’s pointless. 

‘’I’m not leaving until you tell me.’’ 

‘’Please just go.’’ You beg, the tears running back to you, pushing to fall. 

‘’Just tell me!’’ Jungkook grew annoyed. You could simply just tell him yet you don’t. 

‘’Jungkook! Please!’’ Your tears fall, your vision becomes so blurry you just close them not being capable of seeing Jungkook. 

‘’This is why we always bicker! You never, ever cooperate! For once just fucking tell me Y/N!’’ 

‘’I’m in love with you!’’ You swallow your breath, looking down onto the pavement. 

It’s silent. Too silent. You fucked up. Oh fuck how could you mess it up this much? Of course he doesn’t feel the same way. He’ll never–

Your uncontrollable thinking got interrupted by Jungkook lifting your face with his hands in a hurry and his lips touching yours. You melted right away in his touch, not wanting to let go of him. His lips stay on yours, moving in sync with yours and both your breaths are swallowed by each other. Jungkook slowly stops, his forehead pushed against your own, his eyes still closed. 

‘’Say it again.’’ He whispers. 

‘’I’m in love with you Jeon.’’ 

He smiles, re-attaching his lips to yours not believing what you’ve just told him. He thinks this is some fucked up dream yet it’s not. He can hear, smell and see you. He sees you and you see him. 

‘’Again.’’ He wants to hear it again and again and again… he’ll never grow tired of hearing you confess. He’s waited too long for this. He’s been so patient and it was all worth it in the end. You feel the same way. His feelings are reciprocated by you. You, the person he’s found himself falling for since you stepped into the loft. 

You grin, repeating once again and Jungkook lifts you up, spinning you around while you both laugh in sync, being the happiest there is. 

‘’I can’t remember a day where I haven’t loved you.’’ The sentence gives you a warm feeling inside of you and you feel as if you’ll burst right here and now. 

‘’Jungkook.’’ You whisper, tracing your fingers on his face, admiring each feature. He leans his cheek into your palm and you melt at the sight.

‘’So what now?’’ You ask with a genuine huge smile on your face, not believing the feelings are mutual and that your hand is on his face, caressing him. 

‘’First, let me call one of my colleagues and tell them I’m not coming back.’’ He reaches for his phone and you stand patiently seeing Jungkook talk his way out of working, he is the boss after all but still – it’s hilarious. 

The phone call ends short and Jungkook is back to bringing his attention to you. His arms wrapping around your waist and smiling at you.  

‘’Now, I’m gonna show you just how much I’m in love with you.’’ 

‘’Oh is that so?’’ You smirk at him, knowing where he’s going with this and you want to, as much as he does. 

You both hastily run upstairs to the loft, being too eager for what’s about to happen. The loft's silence gets interrupted by your kissing in the entrance, walking backwards towards Jungkook’s room. 

As soon as the door shuts, Jungkook traces his hands onto your form, gripping onto the material wanting it off in an instant. Not believing he’s able to touch you, to love you.

One by one, you and Jungkook get undressed, yet still in underwear. Jungkook lays you slowly on his bed, him hovering over you. His cold chain hits your cleavage and you gasp from the contact. Jungkook’s smile never disappears, it stays on while he peppers you with small kisses on every inch of your body, making you relax in his embrace. When Jungkook reaches the waistband of your underwear, he turns upwards to meet your eyes. 

‘’Can I show you?’’ 

‘’Show me what?’’ 

‘’How I’m going to make you come all over my fingers?’’ You don’t hesitate, replying with a small nod. Jungkook smiles, pecking your lips before he goes back down. His fingers trace onto the fabric of your underwear and tugs onto the waistband, pulling them all the way down to your feet, throwing them across the room. 

Jungkook doesn’t touch you directly afterwards. Instead he finds himself admiring you. Every part of you. 

‘’You’re stunning.’’ He whispers slowly, his gaze catching onto every part of your body. Your cheeks heat up at his compliment, your whole self in awe over Jungkook wholeheartedly admiring you. His gaze doesn’t continue for so long and he finally touches you. His fingers carefully tracing your slit, it already being wet from all the beforehand make out sessions. Jungkook’s touch sends shivers through your body and you moan as you’re pleased with the movement of his fingers. He pushes them inside of you, a small hiss from you is heard but quickly exchanged by a moan, enjoying the stretch his fingers are giving you. Jungkook comes back down, your eyes meeting again and he can’t help but love seeing your expressions twitch over his fingers digging into your walls and you being so pleased by it. Your hands grab onto the roots of Jungkook’s hair, feeling yourself growing closer to an orgasm.

The pace of Jungkook’s fingers quicken and it makes your body jolt, holding tighter unto him while he kisses down your neck, inhaling your scent, mango. Everything feels so right. You laid out in front of him, moaning his name out of pleasure and giving yourself to him. 

As his two fingers are still curling inside of you, his thumb traces circles onto your clit, sending an unexpected rush through you, making you bite back a moan.

‘’I wanna hear you baby.’’ Jungkook speaks lowly to you, his eyes not leaving yours, wanting to catch every single reaction. 

‘’Fuck Jungkook–’’ You look down seeing the movement of his fingers inside of you and that sends you to the edge, making you release onto his fingers as he expected. 

Small pants escape your mouth as you’re still trying to overcome your orgasm from before, but Jungkook has other things in mind. His mouth is back on yours with his fingers still inside of you but not moving. The kiss is messy and needy and Jungkook pushes his own boxers down, desperately wanting to be inside of you and feel your warmth. His cock slaps freely onto your stomach and it makes you pull away. 

You want to make Jungkook feel good. You want to hear him moaning for you and praising you for touching him so well. ‘’My turn.’’ You gather spit in your palm, taking him in your hand and Jungkook’s brows grow closer, his forehead leaning onto yours and he moans from the feeling of your hand pumping him. ‘’You touch me so well baby.’’ He praises you and you pull him back to kiss, hand still pumping him. He can’t help but bite your lip when your fingers graze onto his tip, spreading his pre-cum. It almost makes him finish right here on your stomach and that makes him pull your hand away. ‘’Can’t finish now.’’ He quickly explains so you don’t get the wrong idea. You nod, spreading yourself more for him and Jungkook grunts at your movement. 

‘’Fuck, are you trying to kill me?’’ You only snicker at him. 

Jungkook moves aside, going through his drawer to find a condom. 

‘’Jungkook. Are you clean?’’ 

‘’I– of course I am.’’ 

‘’So come here. I’m on the pill.’’ You reassure him, roaming your hands onto his bare back. He turns back to you a bit concerned. ‘’Are you sure?’’ 

You nod with a smile, tracing your fingers against his bicep, admiring his tattoos. He mumbles a quick okay, going back to hovering over you and you assure him it’s okay, giving him small kisses on his red cheeks and swollen lips. 

The first thrust is slow, Jungkook doesn’t want to hurt you but he’s reassured when you moan in approval that it feels good. You both gasp in sync when Jungkook is fully nestled inside of you. 

‘’Shit– you feel so good.’’ Your compliment is followed by a whimper as Jungkook’s hips start moving. His mouth attacks your neck with kisses, some might even be hickies and you don’t care. He’s yours. He’ll remain yours. Your arms snake around Jungkook’s figure, holding him for comfort, never getting enough of his body against yours, how both of your skins grow hot together. 

Jungkook’s rhythm is affectionate, his cock deeply buried into your walls, his hips rocking back and forth. The room filled with the slapping of smacking flesh and the both of you cursing over how good it feels. 

Jungkook abruptly stops and you don’t even notice before he’s pulled completely out of you.

‘’Jeon, what are you–’’ 

Your words get swallowed by a gasp as Jungkook attaches his lips onto your cunt, running his tongue flat over your folds. Your hand grabs the ends of his hair, massaging him while subtly rocking your hips towards his face. He’s savoring every arousal of yours. Your eyes trace down towards him, seeing his eyes closed, humming onto your cunt enjoying every moment of eating you out. You think Jungkook will be eating you out until you come on his tongue but Jungkook surprises you by re-entering himself inside of you without a word or warning. 

‘’Fuck you taste amazing.’’ You try to thank him but you’re almost about to come and you find yourself slurring over your words. Your whole body is in ecstacy. Jungkook really knows how to please and you love it. 

Your legs start to shake and another orgasm is reaching once again. Jungkook notices the reaction from your legs and a smirk is seen on his lips. 

‘’You close baby?’’

‘’So– so close.’’ You close your eyes, letting your body completely relax and the orgasm reaches more towards you. Jungkook encourages you to finish, his thrusts quickening and you bite his shoulder, not wanting to wake up the others. 

‘’Come on baby, you can do this.’’ 

His words strike something in the pit of your stomach and you find yourself coming undone on his cock, still thrusting at a quick pace. As Jungkook’s fucks you through your second orgasm, you kiss him on his neck and further down to his pecs. Helping him reach his high as well. 

‘’You’re doing so well baby.’’ That has Jungkook nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, moaning against it. You praising him has him so close, so close to finishing. 

‘’Where can i come?’’ 

‘’Inside of me. Fill me up nicely.’’ You let out with small whimpers in between. 

‘’Fuuuck–’’ Jungkook picks up his pace, his lips kissing yours messily before he finally lets himself finish inside of you, his cum filling you up so good you can’t help but moan. He doesn’t remove himself as soon as he finishes, letting his cock soften while it’s inside of you. Your foreheads are both sweaty, rubbing against each other and with a sigh Jungkook pulls out of you.

‘’Let’s get you cleaned up.’’ He helps, lifting you up with him, your legs still a bit shaky from the overstimulation. Jungkook is only smiling in satisfaction while you’re struggling to stand up straight. ‘’Don’t smile!’’ 

‘’How can I not? I finally got to fuck you.’’ Even though you are still in overstimulation, Jungkook’s words send a rush straight down to your heat. 

‘’Shut up.’’ 

You wake up to bickering from outside Jungkook’s room. It sounds like Taehyung and Jimin and you try to ignore it for now. Jungkook is laying beside you, small snores escaping his mouth. His hair is messy and cheeks flushed red. You can’t help but think back to when Jungkook fucked you yesterday and the warm bath you both shared afterwards. You gave Jungkook a small peck to his shoulder before lifting yourself up to go make some breakfast. Before your feet hit the ground, Jungkook grabs your wrist making you turn. 

‘’Where are you going?’’ He mumbles, his face half pressed onto the pillow and his eyes slowly opening. 

‘’I was going to make us breakfast.’’ And with that you try to get up once again but Jungkook pushes your wrist down. 

‘’Give me a kiss first.’’ 

‘’Jungkook.’’ He doesn’t take your answer for a no, so he pulls you so you land directly back on the bed. He nudges his nose against yours and with that you give him a small peck. 

‘’There. Now let me go.’’ He contemplates for a while, still holding you in his arms, loving every moment of this morning with you, beside him. He doesn’t want you to leave him, he’s too consumed by you, which explains this, ‘’I’ll come with.’’ 

You both walk out of Jungkook’s bedroom, all happy and giddy and it’s quick for Taehyung and Jimin to notice the sudden spark between you. You both ignore them, making coffee while Jungkook gives you a back hug and you lean against him. That becomes the last straw for your roommates and they both shout in sync, ‘’What the fuck?’’ 

You turn in confusion seeing Taehyung’s mouth wide open as well as Jimin’s. ‘’What?’’ 

‘’What kind of shit is this?’’ Jimin points between the both of you, making Jungkook smile at the obvious confusion there is in the kitchen, in the early morning. 

‘’Wait– don’t tell me.’’ Taehyung stops holding a finger up before Jungkook can speak. Taehyung studies both of your faces, noticing the messy hair, the fact you’re wearing Jungkook’s t-shirt and oh– 

‘’You fucked didn’t you?’’ Taehyung raises his brows and laughter erupts in the room, Jungkook subtly nodding and you not catching on. 

Taehyung shouts in victory and you’re surprised seeing he’s so invested in your relationship with Jungkook. 

‘’Give me my twenty dollars Jimin.’’ A smirk on Taehyung’s face and Jimin grunts in annoyance before pulling a twenty dollar bill from his wallet. 

‘’Oh– so you were betting all along?’’ You sounded offended when in reality you found it hilarious. 

‘’Shut up Miss Jeon.’’ Jimin bites back and Jungkook smiles at the given name Jimin picked out for you. 

‘’Can I ask you guys something?’’ Jimin asks before a silence can fill the kitchen. You both nod in unison, Jimin taking it as a sign to continue. ‘’So like… how good was it?’’ 

‘’Jimin! Ten dollars, jar now.’’ 

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[bohnsky]

You guys. I might just be the happiest person alive right now. When I started getting into F1 a few months I decided for whatever reason (the reason being Charles Leclerc) to support Ferrari. I quickly learned that being a Ferrari fan came with lots of downs and very few highs, but today I learned that the highs can be so high that you want to die on the spot because there is no way life could get any better.

You can guess how I feel about Carlos winning today. In Monza I got a Chestappen podium, now I got a Carlando podium. What’s next? Strollonso? Sewis? (thinking about it, Seb’s going to be in Suzuka, maybe we’ll actually get Sewis content, not a podium tho)

Also I didn’t expect to see Eric Nam at F1. Never in my life would I have expected to watch Eric Nam shake Carlos Sainz’ hand. Like wtf?

And that last grill the grid episode killed me. As someone who is interested in geography I can say that some of their answeres were catastrophic. It was hard to watch at some points. (Like wtf do you mean you have to find Europe first?)

So here are my favorite drivers four months and a week into liking f1. This time I decided to do a top five because my top three haven’t changed in ages:

1. Alex Albon

I love him, his voice, his face, his goofy laugh, his personality, (his girlfriend ahem), his driving, his everything. Please marry me. The marketing short film with the Albon pets, I mean come on. Alex and cats is everything I need in my life. And the other drivers with his shoes, that’s so cute.

The weekend was not optimal for Williams, but tbh I didn’t really pay much attention to them because I was a little distracted by Ferrari and Red Bull.

2. Sergio Perez

Okay hear me out. I love Checo and I feel bad for what I’m about to say but I was so happy that Red Bull had a bad weekend. I like Max and I love Checo but it felt so good to see someone else win for a change. Although I would’ve loved to see Checo in front, because I always do.

3. Charles Leclerc

My little Ferrari heart was so happy this weekend. And I think that Charles should have pitted for mediums in the end there and maybe we would’ve gotten both Ferraris on the podium. Charles did some incredible defending and keeping the Mercs behind him to help Carlos. Afterwards he seemed a little bummed out, but happy enough for the team and Carlos.

Also he’s just the cutest on grill the grid, always looks so confused. And his laugh, I can’t with him.

4. Lewis Hamilton

This is probably no surprise to anyone, because I keep debating if I should put him or Charles on third and Charles always wins. Lewis is great and he deserves the podium. Although I do think that George should have gotten it.

Also I just found out that he has an Extreme X team. With Christina Gutierrez. How cool is that please? (Not as cool as Carlos Sr. with Laia Sanz my love my one and only, but still)

5. Carlos Sainz

So this is where it gets intresting, because I had Lando and Lance on my list for fifth as well, but lately I have become somewhat obsessed with Carlos. I’ve always liked him, but now I love him. He has become one of my favorite drivers (otherwise he wouldn’t be fifth lol). He is funny, smart, seems like a very nice guy and doesn’t take himself too seriously and I love that. I guess you can imagine how I went feral several times this weekend. The fact that he kept Lando close enough so he’d be in his DRS zone. I mean sure it was strategy, but still. I like to believe that he did it solely to help his Lando.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. Of course, what a great race and I can’t with all of this Carlando content. They deserve the world. But damn just let Lando stay home when you do geography with grill the grid. It hurts us all, not only him.

Lance. I really don’t know what it is about him. He took my heart. Every time I see him, I just want to squeeze him. I was super happy about all the Lance content we got from grill the grid, but then quail happened. I just hope he is okay and recovers quickly. That crash was insane, but luckily security got better over time.

Fernando. First it was all fun and games with Strollonso and all, but I’ve somehow started to actually get attached. He makes me happy, or in this case sad, because the race sucked for him. Not a good weekend for AM. Also Fernando with Alex' shoes. Loved it.

Max. I feel bad for him. I am happy that the Red Bull reign is over (for now) but he deserves a good car, because he’s just such a good driver. Also he really impressed me in grill the grid.

George. I shouldn’t be mad at him for being good, but I am. But at the same time I’m happy for him. He’s a great driver and damn what a race today, he really should have stood on that podium. But he ruined a Ferrari front row by being good so I am allowed to be mad.

Esteban. First of all, happy birthday my man. The race sucked again, but at least this time there was some coverage of him and we didn’t have to assume that he got abducted by aliens. And again, I love his accent way too much.

Liam. I had the time of my life watching his quail. I might have celebrated a little too much when he kicked Max out, but oh well. And he got his first points, which is great for him. I hope he gets a permanent seat soon.

Daniel. I had to include him just so I can mention Taylor Swift. My man singing Our Song was the best thing ever.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #singapore gp 2023 #alex albon #sergio perez #charles lecrelc #lewis hamilton #carlos sainz junior #lando norris #carlando #lance stroll #fernando alonso #max verstappen #george russell #esteban ocon #liam lawson #daniel ricciardo