#(as much as I wanted to write him asking for a Bobby pin as someone who has tried to open a lock with an Bobby pin

[ria-air]

Bokuto locks the key in the gym by accident and Fukurodani is panicking but Akaashi steps forward and silently pulls a lock picking set out of his bag and opens the door.

[lilasamaaa]

Wicked games | Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader

Genre | Fluff, some light angst.

Word count | 1.5K.

Warnings | Some sexual innuendos, reader playfully gaslighting Max.

Summary | You love Max, you really do. But there’s just something about your brother’s teammate… as a driver, of course. 

Author's note | This piece was requested! Thanks to the lovely anon who came up with the idea, I had so much fun writing it! This is shorter than what I usually write, but I wanted to keep this one light and fun :)

"Babe?" Max's voice comes from the living room. "Are you ready to go?"

This weekend, it's the iconic Monaco Grand Prix, and you're delighted not to have to take a flight and endure jet lag from the other side of the world for once. Not that you're complaining about having the privilege to travel so much, but you understand what flight attendants mean when they say that flying makes you age prematurely. Before the bustling week begins and paralyzes the entire city, you, your brother, and Max had agreed to go eat lunch at your favorite place before the boys had to attend their pre-race press conference.

"I'm almost done," you shout back, placing bobby pins in your bun, when you hear the footsteps of your boyfriend approaching until they reach the door.

"We're..." Max starts before his gaze lands on you. "Oh, no, baby. There's no way you're wearing that."

You arch an eyebrow, observing your boyfriend in the large mirror of the bathroom.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" you ask, tilting your head.

"You're not really going to wear that, are you? Not while holding my hand?" Max replies, starring at your white tennis skirt and red Ferrari polo while you let out a hearty laugh.

"I might be your girlfriend, Max Verstappen, but I'm a Ferrari fan first and foremost. You knew this when you first asked me out."

"Of course I know, baby, but there's a difference between supporting Ferrari and... walking around with their colors on the street. With me."

"Are you playing territorial right now?" you ask, putting both hands on his chest, struggling to suppress your laughter.

"If you're so set on wearing red, why don't you try something more... Discreet? Like the red dress I brought you from Miami?"

"I'm wearing the polo, Max. It'll make Charles happy. And Carlos too," you add, winking at your boyfriend before walking towards the living room.

"Huh? What's the connection with Carlos?" Max asks, following you. "Is Carlos invited to the restaurant?"

Ever since Max and you started dating, several years ago, this has been your favorite game. Never gets old. You just love mentioning the Scuderia and its drivers. It's not that he hates the team, no, after all, as Sebastian once said, everyone's a Ferrari fan. But while Max understands your attachment to the team in relation with your brothers, there's one thing he finds less understandable... Your fascination with the other driver.

"You didn't tell me Carlos was coming," Max says again, still following around while you put on your jewelry.

"I didn't think it was important," you shrug, smirking.

Let it be clear : you don't feel anything for Carlos. No attraction whatsoever. But ever since the Spaniard joined the team and became a close friend of Charles, your relationship naturally developed to the point where today, you genuinely consider Carlos as a member of your family. You've even met his own, spent holidays with them, and you've crashed at Carlos' place multiple times before. Sometimes, when you need someone to talk to and Charles and Max are too biased, too closely involved with you to provide good insight, you call Carlos. The same way the driver always comes to you when he's got girls troubles. Yes, the two of you share a beautiful, tight bond. And knowing there's no ambiguity between the two of you (Max knows it too, deep down), you love driving your boyfriend crazy by mentioning Carlos.

"What's the matter, Max?" you ask, turning around, smiling at him.

"Look, I don't say anything when you sleep on his couch, or when you spend hours on the phone with his sisters. It doesn't even bother me when you check his results, and I surely didn't say anything when you celebrated his victory in Australia while my car was giving me hell," Max continues, gesturing with his hands. "But isn't this a bit much?"

"What is?"

"You said we were going out... As a family? Like, your brother, you and me?"

"Carlos is family," you reply, playing dumb.

"You..." Max starts, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, yeah. Whatever." your boyfriend says, throwing his hands in the air.

As Max and you arrive hand in hand in front of the restaurant where Charles and Carlos are waiting, you don't miss the look your brother gives you upon seeing you dressed in the red polo.

"You're fucking impossible," Charles mutters while kissing your cheek.

Once inside, as the four of you walk over to your table, you still see the opportunity to drive Max crazy by sitting across from Charles. Next to Carlos. Diagonally, your boyfriend watches you, eyebrows furrowed, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"Miami was so fun," you start, taking the menu.

"You and I must have a different definition of the word" Max says, rolling his eyes.

"Well, it's not so unpleasant to see someone else cross the finish line before you, for once," you reply teasingly.

"Like in Melbourne?" Max asks with an ironic smile.

"Like in Melbourne," you nod, winking at your boyfriend before turning your attention to the Spaniard. "You did so good, Carlos. I'll have you know that I was rooting for you from the start."

"Yeah," Charles interjects, rolling his eyes. "We know."

The table is engulfed in a heavy silence, and you enjoy yourself so much, your eyes sparkling mischievously.

"There's some tension in here, am I right?" Carlos asks after some time, looking at all three of you in turn.

"She's been bugging me about you all morning," Max replies, taking a sip of his coke. "She thinks it's funny."

"Why would you do that?" Carlos asks, looking at you, eyes wide. "You know he's going to push me off-track because of you, next time."

"You're better than them, that's all," you reply, eyes fixated on the menu in front of you. "They just can't admit it."

"Now, that's just nasty coming from my own sister," Charles says, laughing. "Take that back."

"Leave her to it," Max says to your brother, giving you a meaningful look. "She's decided to be bratty today. She knows it drives me crazy."

"We should all know less about each other," Carlos says before gesturing for the waiter to come over, while Charles tries to hide the red from his face with his menu.

The meal goes well, the false tensions easing over a succession of delicious dishes. But you're not done with your little game. Not yet. As the server clears your plates and refills your wine, you lean in towards Carlos.

"What dessert do you recommend? I'm in the mood for something sweet," you ask Carlos, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.

Across from you, your brother sighs, running a hand across his face, while Max stares at you in a way you know all too well. A look that tells you that once the two of you set foot back in your shared apartment, you're going to pay for your behavior. Big time. But for now, you don't care, leaning over Carlos' menu, your shoulders pressed together. The Spaniard is so innocent, so far from imagining that you're using him to lead your boyfriend exactly where you want him.

"Their crème brûlée is delicious," the driver replies mechanically, eyes still looming over the piece of paper.

"Crème brûlée it is, then," you reply, setting back in your chair. "I just love to make them crack," you finish, locking eyes with Max.

That's it. You're fucked. Max's usually clear eyes are dark with annoyance and desire. Feeling the heat in your lower belly, you lower your gaze, finding it hard to meet your boyfriend's eyes. You can't wait to get home, knowing that with the afternoon of interviews ahead of him, your boyfriend will have to suppress his desire until tonight, amplifying his frustration. After dessert, the four of you head to the cashier, where Max pays for everyone before leading you all outside.

Carlos gives you a quick hug before heading back to his car, promising to call you soon, knowing that the other two drivers will follow him in a few moments. Charles approaches you, and you throw yourself in his arms, pressing your nose against his neck.

"You've got to stop doing that," your brother mumbles playfully in your ear. "You're not the one who has to deal with his awful mood in the paddock afterward."

"He's just so easy to rile up," you say, as both of you let out a laugh.

Charles pinches your cheek before waving to Max and joining Carlos in his car. You find yourself facing Max and give him a radiant smile. Perfectly innocent.

"You're the worst," your boyfriend starts, crossing his arms against his chest.

"You just love me," you say, sticking out your tongue.

"I'm going to ruin you tonight," he concludes, pulling you towards him before kissing you passionately, his hands grazing your buttocks, barely covered by your short skirt. "Show you who's better than who."

"I can't wait," you mutter against his mouth, softly biting his lower lip before taking the keys from his car in the back pocket of his jeans.

"Can't wait," you repeat, watching your boyfriend walk away until he disappears into the backseat of Carlos' car.

[hoonvrs]

ENHA AND THEIR HABITS

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none (i think??)

W. COUNT 1.6k

S. NOTE first proper drabble on this acc to ease me back in to writing, also because i don’t have time to write a full fic but shh

LEE HEESEUNG

( singing your name )

no matter where he is, he constantly sings your name

could be in public, at home, even at work

sometimes you’ll hear him singing your name out before you even hear him approaching you

has a new habit of singing your name in the middle of random conversations

he’d be talking to you in the most monotone voice ever then here comes mariah carey once your name is mentioned

would finish his sentence in the most normal voice ever as if he didn’t just scream your name in falsetto

gets weird stares from everyone around you

( adamant to talk to you even though he’s actively falling asleep )

you both fell into the routine of calling each other at night

and even though you can hear him slurring his speech and dosing off he refuses to hang up

would deny to hell and back that he is sleepy

even though you can literally hear him losing consciousness

would eventually hang up on him because the arguing became him saying incoherent words trying to prove himself

guess what: did not prove anything

expect him to call all pouty the next morning because you hung up

PARK JONGSEONG

( touch your hair )

he’s not used to long hair (or at least longer)

would easily become obsessed with touching your hair

once saw a tiktok of how to braid hair and fell into a rabbit hole

would randomly try and braid your hair after watching a few youtube tutorials and 100% creates a lot of knots

but you still let him because he’s just so cute when he tries to brush your hair carefully without hurting you (would also give the best scalp messages)

if you have curly/coily hair he’d start asking about your hair type and would loveee helping you when its hair day

camera roll is just filled with pictures of him with bobby pins in his mouth/experimenting on your hair

( intense eye contact )

jay has never had a problem with holding eye contact talking to people

so poor baby was confused when you could barely hold eye contact for a minute

after getting together he’d ask you why you did that, and you had to explain that not everyone can intensely hold eye contact the whole time

also mentioned how him being attractive did not help your case

definitely the type to follow your eyes with his whole face to tease you

also prepare your heart for being on the receiving end of his ‘madly in love’ stare

would stare at you with his pretty boy eyes with so much love and no shame, he couldn’t care less who sees him

SIM JAEYUN

( blinking at you expectingly )

everyone knows jake is a very curious boy

both you and him knew that

so, him asking you questions about everything and anything is normal to you

but after the first few questions you realise, he never fails to look at you expectantly blinking his eyes at a kind of concerning speed

don’t think he even realises he does it

but it’s the cutest thing ever so its okay

could ask you the most out of pocket question then give you puppy eyes blinking at you cutely 

would push you into an existential crisis with his questions about life and debrief you with his blinking  

( resting his head on your lap )

you can never sit down to do anything without suddenly feeling something heavy in your lap

sit down and you’ll be able to distantly hear the sound of someone running full speed to lay on you

jake is a big fan of head scratches but sometimes he just wants to be there

could both be doing you own thing

no ‘hi, hello how was your day’ just head in lap and hand in hair

once you nudged him away from your lap because he wouldn’t stop fidgeting and he gave you the silent treatment for 2 hours

nothing a few head rubs and praises can’t fix

PARK SUNGHOON

( tieing your shoelaces )

hoon is a domestic type of boyfriend 

so don’t be surprised when he likes to help you do mundane acts like putting on your coat, opening the door for you

but his favourite thing to do is tie your shoelaces

you don’t know why he likes doing it so much and honestly neither does he

bonus points if the weather is cold and you’re wearing a puffy coat with a scarf and hat practically drowning you 

sometimes he’ll watch you struggle a little when you can’t reach your shoes comfortably before sweeping in to save you

god forbid he sees you let someone else do it, you’ll have to deal with a petty sunghoon for the rest of the day

( squeezing/biting you )

when you first got together he’d randomly lean over to you and squeeze whatever limb is closest to him

sometimes it’s cute like your arm or thigh but sometimes he’s a weirdo and will squeeze your ankle if its close enough

after becoming more comfortable he’d start grabbing you more until one day he bit you

you were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie when you suddenly feel a set of teeth gently bite your cheek

cue him trying to explain himself whilst you stare at him holding your cheek in confusion

it’s a little cute like when he bites softly onto your hand but sometimes it would fucking hurt like the one time he back hugged you and bit you on the back

he suffers from high levels of cuteness aggression so it won’t be the last time he bites you a little too hard

KIM SUNWOO

( watch you do your makeup )

sunoo grew up watching his sister do her makeup in the mirror nearly everyday so of course he’d watch when you do it

would love to see the way you decide what look to do and what colours to pick

make sure to always ask for his input because he loves helping you pick your makeup

a little hesitant to ask to try on you since his sister never let him

would start smiling so hard when you let him

a bit scary though when he’s doing your makeup and giggling to himself

surprisingly good at it which confuses you because who was he practicing on hmm

( push up/take off your glasses )

when you first met sunoo you were wearing your contacts

so, when he saw you on a random day wearing glasses he became obsessed 

prefers at home dates since it usually means you wear your glasses instead of contacts

started a little thing were he’ll push your glasses up when its slides down

might slope down the little bit and now his finger is in your face

sometimes he’ll just completely take it off to mess with you

finds it hilarious when you try to read something far away and he snatches them off so you can’t see anymore

YANG JUNGWON

( watch you pick what to wear )

jungwon was shocked at the amount of clothes you had when you first started dating

which only got worse after you started stealing all his clothes

shocked gasps can be heard every time he hears you say you have nothing to wear

he finds the whole process of you picking out an outfit funny

loves when you try on multiple outfits because he knows you’ll probably end up with one of his hoodies and jeans

refuses to help you pick because you always ask only to do whatever you want 

loves when you make a pile of clothes you don’t want to wear on your bed because he can smell his and your perfume mixing from his hoodies

( poke/tickle you )

where sunghoon squeezes and bites, jungwon pokes and tickles

did it once to scare you but you didn’t react so now he’s made it his life goal to catch you off guard

convinced he can condition you into being ticklish if he tries hard enough like okay pavlov

will walk past you and jab his finger into your rib and get no reaction

where some people get bored and move on to someone who will react, yang jungwon only becomes more determined

has tried tickling you through the day to see if that changes anything. it doesn’t

lets just say a little argument ensued once when he decided to tickle you at 3am in your sleep

NISHIMURA RIKI

( constant touch )

niki is someone who needs constant physical touch 

he’s so dramatic with it too oh my god he’ll start whining about if you don’t touch him now he’ll die in two seconds

began with him trying to hug you 24/7 even when the members would tease him he wouldn’t let go

that soon changed to intertwining pinkies because walking whilst hugging is not easy

if for some reason he can’t hug or hold you pinkie he’ll make do

sometimes he’ll link your arms or pinch your clothes

another weirdo who’ll hug your leg if he has to

( looking for you in the morning )

he’s become accustomed to waking up with you that if he doesn’t see you next to him he’ll get up to look for you

it’s cute to you when he comes into the living room or kitchen dishevelled and hugs you

but scares the fuck out of his members

they were convinced for the first month he was sleep walking

would see niki at ass o’clock going through each room calling out your name like a broken record

would take him a minute to process the fact that you’re not there

would get sent a new videos daily from one of the members of a groggy niki going through the rooms saying your name

perm taglist @mesopret @tnyhees ​@haknom @shinsou-rii @redm4ri @lacimolela @llama-lyna @chiyuv @lazysmushi @flwoie

[fallinnflower]

01:01

mingyu x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort?, non-idol!au)

wc: 1.3k

a writing exercise i did with a friend using this prompt list and the prompts "when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say i was too sweet for my own good. maybe he was right." and "i'm the one you've been looking for."

a/n: thanks everyone for being patient with me, i'm still working on some big projects (vampire!DPR Ian and also vampire!BamBam [same universe], vampire!Jun, part 2 of river god!Wonpil, a Wonwoo fic based loosely on Kiki's Delivery Service... send help) in the works but wanted to post a little something <3

As soon as you get into your apartment's living room, you flop onto the couch on your stomach, paying no mind to the makeup you're probably smudging onto the throw pillow. Now just isn't the time. Future you can worry about cleaning it. 

Familiar footsteps follow you into the living room and a knee gently nudges the side of your stomach; you roll so your back is pressed against the back of the couch and Mingyu can lie down in the remaining space. He settles on his side, facing you with his hand propping up his head. His eyes glimmer slightly, and he gives you a wry smile,

"Well, happy anniversary," he says. You groan and look away from him, pressing your face into the couch cushions. He chuckles at your exaggerated reaction and gently reaches over to start undoing the elaborate updo you'd pinned your hair into. 

"What a night," he continues, pulling the bobby pins out one by one. You still refuse to look up, embarrassed and frustrated. 

It wasn't like it was anyone's fault, really, that all your evening plans had gone to total shit. First was the unexpected downpour that ruined your plans of a nice walk before dinner forcing you to frantically hail a cab while huddled under his expensive suit jacket. You'd already felt apologetic over that, and then your distracted cab driver missed a turn, which you thought was bad enough because you would be late for the reservation at this rate. 

But then it had to get worse (because of course it had to get worse) when the cabbie rear-ended another car because they were too busy yelling at someone on the phone. The two of you had to spend another two hours huddled under a shop awning, answering questions for the police officers that came to assess the scene. Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt, but you still cried so much that everyone kept asking if you needed them to call paramedics. 

That was part of why you didn't want to look at Mingyu. No doubt your face was a mess, not to mention your hair, which he was now methodically freeing from the style you had spent so long on. 

You'd just wanted it to be perfect. You only have one first wedding anniversary, after all. To avoid crying more, you keep your face pressed into the cushions, not responding to your husband. More gently, then, he asks,

"Hey, you're sure you're okay, right?" You sniffle. Goddamnit. 

"Yeah," you croak. "I just… feel bad." Mingyu chuckles. 

"I know, but it isn't your fault," he reassures you. It should make you feel better, but it doesn't. You know Mingyu isn't bothered — this sort of thing doesn't faze him quite like it does you — but you still feel anxious and upset. Is this some kind of warning of impending doom in your relationship? Just the thought makes you feel sick to your stomach. 

You finally turn your face again so you can breathe more easily and find Mingyu smiling at you, concern still clear in his eyes. The couch cushion feels rough against your cheek, still a bit sensitive from all the crying and being out in the cold. 

"I think we have ramen," Mingyu says. "Should I make some? Are you hungry?" Your lower lip trembles as tears start welling up again, and this time you press your forehead into Mingyu's shoulder to hide your face. 

"How are you so calm?" you sputter. "How are you not— not upset?" 

"What, upset at you? You didn't do anything. And the driver didn't get away with being reckless, so I don't need to worry about that, either," he says calmly. When you only continue to sniffle pathetically, he changes his approach a bit,

"Or maybe I'm just too nice. I still remember when we first fell in love all of those years ago, your father would say I was too sweet for my own good. Maybe he was right."

You let out an extremely undignified snort and lift your head to look at him. 

"As if. My dad never said anything like that," you tease. "Plus, 'all those years ago?' It's not like we met as kids or something. We met in college." Mingyu pouts at you, but his eyes glimmer playfully. 

"It sounds so much less romantic when you say that," he whines. 

"Well, you've always been the romantic one," you retort, but Mingyu is quick to counter you,

"No, no— I still remember that letter you wrote me when the semester was ending, when you said I was the one you'd been looking for—"

"Shut up!" you cry, placing your hands over his mouth. On top of everything else tonight, you don't want to be reminded of your embarrassing confession via love letter from years ago. You'd been a lovestruck student afraid you would lose your chance forever when you wrote that letter, and certainly hadn't expected that Mingyu had also been harboring a secret crush on you that would lead to marriage. It had been corny and sappy all because you thought you wouldn't see him again! Oh, how your actions had come back to haunt you. 

You can feel Mingyu smiling under your palms, and it only makes your face get hotter. Eventually, you remove your hands from his face and snuggle up closer to his chest, pressing your forehead into his shoulder again. 

"You're so annoying," you murmur, and you can feel the laughter reverberate through Mingyu's chest as he winds an arm around you. 

"But you still married me," he says. You smile. It still gives you butterflies, thinking of Mingyu as your husband, still so fresh a sensation. It's only been a year, after all. 

"Yeah," you reply. "I did."

Mingyu holds you for a few minutes, gently combing his fingers through your hair as you calm down. Eventually, he broaches the subject of dinner again, now that it's been hours since you were supposed to have eaten. 

"Do you want to shower while I make the ramen?" he asks, and you nod. Mingyu gets up off the couch as you sit up and stretch, noticing the lingering dampness in your hair and dress. A shower definitely sounds nice. You start making your way down the hallway, then turn back to face the living room. 

You watch as Mingyu attempts to straighten out his crumpled, damp button-down shirt, and smile to yourself. 

"Actually," you start, causing Mingyu to stop what he was doing and look up at you out of curiosity. "Do you… wanna join me? It's our anniversary, after all." You can feel your face warming up, but it's worth the slight embarrassment just to see the surprise on your husband's face. Sometimes he can seem so innocent. 

It only takes him a moment to snap out of it though, and cross the living room to meet you in the hallway with a broad grin. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you without hesitation.

"That sounds perfect," he says, practically purring, and you let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly scoops you up bridal style. You throw your arms around his neck and lean against him, giggling. As you look up into his face, all your irritation and upset from earlier melts away. Why should it matter if you went to a fancy restaurant or just ate ramen at home? All you want is to be together — that's why you got married. 

As Mingyu sets you down in the bathroom, you keep your arms looped around his neck and give him a kiss of your own. 

"Happy first anniversary, Gyu." He smiles that big, toothy grin you love so much, the one that makes him look like a happy puppy. 

"Happy anniversary, Y/N. The first of many."

It turns out to be a pretty good night, after all.

[bestiesenpai]

Finally writing for the prompt Walking into a flower shop and slamming down money on the counter, “How do i passively aggressively say fuck you in flower”

It was dark and macabre in the flower shop you'd walked into. It looked more like a gothic mansion than somewhere to get daffodils and lilies, but there they were in black vases atop matching black doilies. The rain beating against the window was a natural addition to the place you were in, it would be odd if the sun even dared to come out at a time like this.

There weren't only flowers in the shop, but a host of other odds and ends. Crystal balls and worn leather books, cobwebs that you weren't sure were for show or were truly real. Skeletons were used as decor, the bones of a corvid hanging above your head. With dark floorboards and nearly pitch-black floral wallpaper, the flower shop likened itself to a dungeon.

"Hello." The man behind the counter watched you with little interest, the mark across his face the only color against his staunchly pale skin. His fingers had several rings on each and there were silver bobby pins keeping back the hair that wasn't wrapped up in two messy buns.

"H-hi..." Too scared to make eye contact with him, your legs seemed to stop on their own atop a deep red oriental rug, it's tassels well worn and cared for. The man behind the counter didn't look at you any further, opting to go back to scribbling notes in a journal.

Just as you began to feel trapped in an awkward situation, the shutters on the windows banged loudly as the wind ripped through the air. Jumping to attention, you forced yourself to remember why you'd come here.

As the memories of what happened came back to you, your blood began to boil all over again. Fishing out the money from your pocket, you walked up to the counter with confidence.

"How do I passive aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?" Not so gently slapping the money on the counter, you waited as the man looked between you and the money before letting out a huffing laugh.

"Who's it for?" He asked with a smirk, quickly tucking away his notebook into a drawer underneath the counter. Lacing his fingers together and resting his head on them, he leaned forward with rapt interest.

"An old boyfriend who thought he could have the last laugh." It made you want to vomit, the image of him with someone you used to call a friend burning in your mind.

"Oh do I have the thing for you." Sliding off his perch, the man quickly rounded the corner and began looking through all the flowers on display. "How long were you together?"

"Too long." You groaned, rolling your eyes at all the time you'd wasted with him.

"Did you love him?"

"Sadly."

"He allergic to anything?"

"Nope! As healthy as can be!"

"Damn." Snapping his fingers, the man tsked beneath his breath.

"I don't want to kill him!" You laughed breathlessly, watching him flutter about the shop. "Just...do you have any poison ivy or something?"

"Please, that stuff is childs play." Rolling his eyes, the man turned back to you with a few deep red dahlias in his hand. "Do you think he knows what nightshade looks like?"

"Look..." Trailing off, you realized you didn't know his name.

"Choso." He filled in the blank.

"Right, Choso. I don't want to do too much harm, okay? I want to inconvenience him, not send him to an early grave." As much as the thought was tempting in the moment, you had to keep a straight head.

"Fine." Rolling his eyes, Choso dropped his shoulders and stepped away from a display case you'd just now noticed had a 'poison' sign taped on it. "You're no fun."

"Maybe next time." Laughing at his overdramatics, you began to wander about in the store, trailing behind him as he picked up roses with large thorns and a few dried twigs. As you followed behind him, you noticed tattoos along his arms and peaking out from the collar of his shirt; many were flowers in black ink and others were of bees and snakes, small birds that you would find in a garden.

"Are you going to tell me your name or are you content with just staring at me?" He asked without looking at you. Now it was his turn to laugh as you quickly ducked your head away.

"It's (Y/N)." The answer rushed out of your mouth, a heat swiftly enveloping your cheeks.

"Well (Y/N)..." slowly turning around, Choso presented you with the bouquet of dry twigs, thorny roses and black dahlias. "How's this look?"

Looking it over, you thought about the previous topic of conversation, and a smile struggled to stay off your face.

"I know you said it was childs play, but do you really not have any poison ivy?" The smile broke through you, flashing your teeth and making you giggle at the mere prospect. Looking at you with his own smirk, Choso nodded to himself and took a few steps back, walking towards the counter.

"Follow me." He said, waiting for you at a backdoor. You didn't think twice about following him, and soon you were thrust into a different world entirely.

The room you entered was, immediately upon entering, smothering. It was instantly 10 degrees warmer and plenty more humid, with strange neon lights hanging above delicate looking plants in pots all around the room. Shutting the door behind you, Choso donned a pair of gloves and gestured to the room.

"Take your pick." His voice was far too casual, like you had any idea what you were looking at. Begin a slow walk around the room, you could see tiny signs positioned in the pots, giving away their names.

"Jimson weed. Queen Ann's lace. Cow parsnip." Reading the signs, it was astonishing that Choso had so many deadly plants. "Is it even legal to have all these?" Turning over your shoulder, you looked at him curiously.

"I'm a botanist!" He proclaimed, pretending to be offended. "I study these plants! They're certainly never used for anything nefarious!" Breaking out into a grin as he finished his sentence, Choso shook his head. "Ah, who am I kidding? Now, did you choose any?"

"Let's go with something simple, okay? Stinging nettle and hogweed sound good."

"Good choice." Throwing a quick thumbs up, Choso got to work plucking a few for the bouquet. Following him out, a shiver rippled up your back walking out of the makeshift greenhouse.

"So, how will it get to him?" You hadn't the slightest idea how one would deliver deadly flowers.

"Don't worry, I know a guy. Just write his address on the card and I'll take care of the rest. That ex of yours won't even know it's from you."

"Perfect." Eagerly scribbling down the address, you hoped his new girlfriend would be there as well so they could both suffer.

"Hey (Y/N)." Once everything was said and done, Choso pulled out another card, scribbling a slew of numbers on it. "If it's not too much trouble, text me after he get's them. I wanna know how much it hurts."

Immediately punching his number into your phone, you beamed at Choso.

"I'll do you one better, I'll come back and tell you in person."

Sticking his hand out, you and Choso exchanged a firm handshake, and neither of you let go.

"Deal."

[dementiastrange]

First Encounter

-Eddie Gluskin x Dementia Grimm (my 'sona)- First time writing a fic, so I hope it wasn't too bad^^'' ----------------------------- "Oh I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old dad. She was a pearl and the only girl, that daddy ever had~"

Such spirited singing woke Dementia from her slumber, it had been so long since she heard anyone in the same level where her locked room was. Occasionally screams and running, but someone singing, having a coherent thought? It was new. She got up from her bed and weakly stumbled closer to the door, sitting next to the slot people used to push her meals through. Whoever was singing, their voice was pleasant, even beautiful in it's own way. She sat there, listening to it, almost hypnotized until the singing stopped. Disappointed, she tried to peek through the slot in the door, only to see a man at the end of the hallway, talking to himself.

"It's so hard to find a good woman these days huh? I try and try and they all want to leave me…" The man said, frustrated, a mad tinge in his voice.

Well, to Dementia, madness made sense, this was a place where they locked mad people up after all… Mad or people who were just different, in her case. She kept looking at the man, wishing he'd sing more, only to see him almost starting to make his way back, away from her level.

"H-hello! Please don't leave!" She wasn't even sure herself why she suddenly called out to him, the words left her mouth before she could even think…

The man turned around the instant he heard her, making his way to the end of the hallway, his form tall and intimidating.

"Such a delicate voice I hear! Darling, were you hiding from me?" The man's charming voice asked, before Dementia saw the door shake just a little, meaning he tried to open it rather roughly.

"Locked? LOCKED? Did you lock yourself there so I can't get in? Do I disgust you that much?" His voice demanded answers, sounding angry, betrayed. Normal people would have been terrified, but Dementia was already numb to most emotions, to her his anger was not that bad, just a misunderstanding. She coughed and tried to answer, clearly not used to talking so her fragile voice had a slight rasp to it.

"I didn't lock myself here… I'm trapped here."

Her explantion seemed to calm the man down instantly, he even stopped trying to force the door open.

"Trapped? Did those filthy jack-booted fucks trap you in there dearest? How awful, how pitiful… Worry not darling, I'll free you in no time." His voice was back to being charming again, even humming as he studied the locks on the door. His confidence lit the tiniest flame of hope inside Dementia, she would do anything if it meant getting out of her room, out of this horrible place.

"Y-you can open the locks? Really?" She asked, needing more words of confirmation from him, not even caring how overly familiar he sounded, or how he kept calling her 'darling'.

"Of course I can! This is like Prince Charming saving a princess from a tower, what a perfect start to our lovestory, don't you think darling? Oh I can see others being so envious of such a passionate start of our love…" The man rambled, taking out some sewing needles, bobby pins and safety pins, checking each of them out before starting his work on the door.

"So this man has decided that he's in love with me… How unusual…" Dementia thought to herself, leaning against the door. The thought of such a person helping her didn't annoy her, for her freedom, she can try and be whatever that man wanted her to be.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the door.

"Seeing this predicament, it's like you've been made a gift for me. A delicacy to be unwrapped and… Unwrapped again. And savored…." His voice turned intense towards the end of his sentence, even slightly lustful, it was so obvious the man himself coughed a few times before continuing.

"Oh my, pardon me darling, I didn't mean to be vulgar already, but well… You know how a man gets when he's in love and all, don't you?"

Dementia was silent, trying to think of an answer to his question. She actually had never been in love, nor had she seen men in love… She had seen some of the doctors and nurses looking at her, but the lust in their eyes was primal, just a need to use her and discard her. The man behind the door though, he did not seem similar, speaking so much of love, working to free her, it was very different.

"… I actually do not know. No one's ever loved me, nor have I ever been in love before…" She quietly answered, causing the man to stop his work for a moment.

"… Darling… I had no idea I'm your first love! Oh this is beyond my wildest dreams! Do not worry darling, I'll always treasure you and teach you all about love~" He exclaimed with joy, continuing his work with the lock with even more vigor.

His excitement was kinda… Cute. At least that's how Dementia saw it as she listened to the sounds of him working and humming.

"… What's your name, mister?" She asked, genuinely curious now.

"You don't know my… Oh, oh I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? Eddie you doofus! I swear, I'd forgot my own head if it wasn't screwed on." He said, chuckling at his own forgetfulness and then he was stunned, for Dementia giggled at his sillyness. Her laughter was like the ringing of the most delicate bells, tickling something in his heart.

"… Eddie, my name is Eddie Gluskin, my dear." He introduced himself after getting a hold of himself.

It had been a while since Dementia had laughed at anything, so she ended up coughing a little before reciprocating his introductions.

"Hi Eddie, I'm Dementia. Dementia Grimm… Sorry for giggling, you were just a little silly.."

"As long as you like me being silly, there is nothing to apologize for darling." Eddie said, not mad at all, how could he be mad at hearing such a soft and feminine giggle. It was perfect for him, someone with a voice like that, couldn't possibly be ugly, maybe she didn't even need 'fixing'…

"What a unique name you have darling, but well, it only makes sense for my bride to be one of a kind, doesn't it? Oh I will make you so happy…"

As Eddie continued to ramble, Dementia kept patiently listening, wondering about the world outside her room, and what would happen when the door finally opened? Considering how everyone there was a patient, maybe this man was dangerous too… Well, there was no maybe, he deffinitely was, but for some reason she wasn't scared, she was even looking forward to seeing this man's face. To seeing Eddie's face…

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[themadearl]

Idea: Because Yuu is poor af and has no items of her own

At first, it started as a small gift, like a pen from a brand Ace really liked and an extra ruler from deuce as they saw that Yuu only had a sparse amount of stationary

Then there was a bag pack from Cater who won it from a giveaway on MagiCam and promptly gave it to Yuu cause he had no use for it anyway

Trey got Yuu and Grim a toothbrush set with matching cups

Then, Yuu received a handkerchief with some embroidered roses from Riddle 

“Do I have a sign on my back that writes ‘accepting gifts’ ?”

But it doesn’t stop there as the next gift she receives is an old coat from Jack who notices that Yuu doesn’t have any winter clothing

Ruggie, seeing this, goes along and adds in a scarf he made that was lying around

“Why are you looking at me like that, Leona-senpai?”

Leona seems to grumble something before throwing a fleece blanket onto Yuu’s face

Yuu is seriously considering the theory of an invisible sign on her back

Azul’s face of shock when she said she kept all her money on her was one she’ll never forget and that’s why she returned to her room with a brand new safe box

Receiving yet another gift being a pair of shoes from Floyd that looked really new and expensive as this was one of his older pair of shoes that he couldn’t wear anymore due to his growth spurt

It was also expected of Jade to give something as this point, seeing as everyone else chimed in with a gift and Yuu got a thermos flask that Jade uses often for his hiking trips

Even Grim’s noticing the weird uptick in gifts

Kalim was pretty adamant on giving Yuu a carpet to decorate the dorm and not being able to refuse him, Yuu just thanked him for it

Hearing that Yuu really liked his cooking, Jamil passed her a cookbook he used for the meals with some notes written on how he prepares it, Yuu looked as if she was going to cry right then and there

The ghosts were talking to Yuu about how much the ramshackle dorm has changed from the new additions of Yuu’s gifts

On one of the flying class, Vil came over to tidy up Yuu’s hair with some additional bobby pins he had as he couldn’t stand Yuu’s constant fidgeting as her hair keeps getting in her eyes

Yuu also had a sigh of relief after class as the train of gifts had finally stop, or not

Rook passed a really high class-looking bag to her with a message that it was a gift from Vil and him and Yuu’s wishes were just not going to happened

Looking inside the bag was a medium size accessory box with a purple hue that had a mirror built in and a small amount of accessories like hair ties and pins inside

Epel also passed along apple products from his hometown due to receiving a whole new box

Yuu is getting a reputation from being really friendly with the seniors and the dorm leaders

Knowing Idia’s habit of using an electronic device in place of himself for meetings, Yuu finds it strange that it was drenched in water so she picks it up and dries it before returning it back to Idia

“Hello? Idia-senpai are you there? . . Oh, oh okay. I’ll leave it at the door.”

Ortho shows up the next day in front of ramshackle dorm with what Yuu is dreading to be another gift

“I can’t possible accept this, it’s too much, . .I really don’t,”

So, Ortho just shoves the gift in Yuu’s hands and speeds away, leaving Yuu and Grim to stare into the empty space 

Inside the box has a handwritten note along with a watch which Idia says to be one of his earlier models and a thank you 

If the trend where to continue at least there was only one dorm left, right?

Sebek was seriously contemplating giving Yuu a portrait of Malleus as he didn’t want to lose against the other dorms in terms of gifts

Silver and Lilia had to talk him down from giving anything Malleus-related

“Who wouldn’t be happy to receive a portrait of Malleus-sama????”

In the end, Diasomnia held a meeting to decide what kind of gift to give Yuu

“I have a feeling someone is talking about me, weird.”

When Yuu sees Sebek approaching her with Silver and Lilia and a huge gift in tow, Yuu has never dreaded living that much

Before Yuu could close the door, Sebek’s loud voice has already called Yuu’s name

There were numerous students behind carrying what seems to be furniture and as Lilia begins to introduce each of them, Yuu feels like she is getting dizzy from thinking of the price of each of the items

There was a wardrobe, a dressing table with a matching stool and a study desk

All made of the finest wood originating from the Valley of Thorns

Yuu doesn’t remember how many times she thanked them and the other thing was that all of them seemed really proud for no reason?

Malleus only hears of their actions after a few days as no one bothered to invite Malleus to the meeting they held to discuss what to give Yuu

He thinks to himself that maybe he should gift something as well, and when he finally realizes it, Malleus was already standing at the door of Ramshackle dorm

“Tsunotarou? Why are you standing there, come in and have some tea.”

After a cup of tea and some treats, Malleus finally asks what Yuu would like as a gift 

“It’s the first time someone asked me what I wanted, everyone else just gave me something they wanted me to have. Hmm, how about a small light that doesn’t go out? Like a nightlight? It’s really annoying getting up in the night when it’s so dark.”

Malleus immediately gets to work as he conjures a small metal lantern with a handle at the top, he places just a bit of his own flames within it

He hands it to Yuu who looked quite amazed with the lantern

“If it ever goes out, I’ll light it again for you.”

“Thanks Tsunotarou~”

[delicatenightfury]

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

2021 Month of Writing: Day 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x LeBeau!reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,613

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Y/N groaned as she woke up. Her head was pounding in her skull, making her wince. She slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She seemed to be in a large cell of some kind. She couldn’t see much thanks to the horrible lighting. But one thing did catch her attention.

“Bucky!”

She shuffled over to where he lay on the ground. She quickly scanned him for injuries, thankful when she didn’t find any. She shook him, tapping his face to try and wake him.

“Bucky, come on. Wake up.” She couldn’t help but smile when he groaned. She ran her fingers through his short hair. “There we go. Come on, Buck.”

Bucky slowly opened his eyes, first making contact with Y/N’s.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here,” she replied.

“Where are we?”

“That part I don’t know.” She helped him sit up. “The lighting isn’t helping much.”

Bucky looked around, frowning. The two stood up and began checking for a way out. The bars at the door were thick and the door was locked shut. Y/N checked all of her pockets, pausing when they were empty. She didn’t even have a bobby pin.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“All of my pockets are empty.” She looked at him. “Someone searched me and got rid of everything I had on me.”

Bucky checked his own pockets.

“Same here. And they took my jacket.”

Y/N’s mind raced, trying to think of where they could be. They had just wrapped up a visit with Sam and his family and were on their way back to their apartment near the city. She remembered being stopped at a light or something when the car started filling up with some kind of knockout gas. 

“Whoever grabbed us obviously wanted us alive or else they wouldn’t use knockout gas,” Bucky said.

“And they knew us well enough to clear us of anything we could use to escape,” Y/N muttered.

Her eyes widened when she thought of something.

“What?”

“The Assassins Guild.” She looked at Bucky. “A rival guild in New Orleans. They must have figured out I was back in town and waited until I was out of Thieves’ territory before making a move.”

“Well done, Y/N.”

Y/N and Bucky shot into ready positions, scanning the room. Bucky tapped Y/N’s shoulder and pointed to a speaker and camera in the corner. Suddenly, a screen lit up on one of the walls, revealing a familiar face.

“It’s good to see you again,” the woman said.

“What do you want, Bella Donna?” Y/N called.

“No ‘hello?’ Y/N, I’m surprised by your manners.”

“My manners went out the window the minute you kidnapped us. Now what do you want?”

“The same thing I’ve always wanted. The Thieves out of our way and my husband back.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but Remy is happily married and with the X-men. He won’t be coming back here to you.”

“He will after he sees this video. You’re being recorded live and it’s being broadcast not only to the Thieves Guild, but also to your friend, Captain America. They know that if they try to interfere, we’ll kill you both.”

“Remy still isn’t going to fall into this, Bella.”

The woman laughed.

“No? He will when he sees you’re in danger.”

“Against the Assassins? They all know we can handle you.”

“Oh, not us. Him. Recognize this?”

She lifted up a red notebook. Y/N felt Bucky stiffen slightly next to her. They both knew what that book contained.

“Where did you get that?” Y/N shouted.

“We may be Assassins, darling, but we know how to get our hands on things.” She opened the book to a marked page. “Shall we begin?”

Y/N looked at Bucky. They both knew what was about to happen. Y/N stepped toward Bucky, wrapping him in a hug.

“Tout ira bien, poupée,” he said, kissing her head. (“It’s going to be okay, doll.”)

Y/N smiled just slightly. French was her second language, having grown up in New Orleans, so speaking it was a comfort. Hearing it coming from Bucky at that moment though was bittersweet. 

“Je sais,” she replied. (“I know.”) And she did know that. But the next few minutes were going to be tough either way. “Je t’aime.” (“I love you.”)

“Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать.” (“Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.”)

Bucky winced with every word. Y/N didn’t have to be looking to tell that Bella Donna had a smirk on her face. Her Russian wasn’t the best, but it would do the trick.

“Tout ira bien,” Y/N said to Bucky.

“Рассвет. Печь.” (“Daybreak. Furnace.”)

He kept his eyes on her for as long as he could before shutting them, as if that would shut the words out of his ears. Y/N held back tears, but a few fell down her cheeks. 

“Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на Родину.” (“Nine. Benign. Homecoming.”)

“Tout ira bien.”

Bucky shouted and pushed Y/N away from him. He went to the door and began punching at the steel. Y/N was surprised it didn’t give way at the first punch. Bella Donna must have upgraded her cells.

“Один. Товарный вагон.” (“One. Freight car.”)

Bucky stopped moving. Y/N’s breath hitched as he stood straight, arms down by his sides.

“Солдат?” Bella Donna called through the speaker. (“Soldier?”)

“Я жду приказов.” (“Ready to comply.”)

Y/N felt a chill go up her spine at those words.

“Kill Y/N LeBeau.”

Bucky turned around, a cold stare on his face.

“Bucky, you don’t have to do this,” she said. He slowly walked toward her, like a predator approaching his prey. She moved to the side, so they began circling on another. “You don’t have to listen to her.”

“Oh, but he does,” Bella Donna taunted. “He’s under my control. Now attack!”

Bucky launched forward, immediately throwing a punch at her head. Y/N ducked out of the way, using his momentum against him to put distance between them. She almost winced when Bucky landed against the barred door. She knew she could never beat him in strength, so she needed to use her agility. But the two trained together enough for Bucky to know that. Y/N also couldn’t decide if she was thankful or not that Bella Donna hadn’t put any weapons in the room with them.

The two met each other head on, launching attacks against one another. They went back and forth, every now and then landing a blow. Y/N knew this fight was going to have to end soon. She couldn’t waste all of her energy.

She turned quickly and kicked Bucky in the side. He grunted, glaring slightly at her. When she tried to attack again, he grabbed her arm. With them now connected, he pushed her back into the wall. His metal arm was pressed against her throat while his other arm and legs kept the rest of her body still. She stared up at him, gasping slightly as he put pressure on her neck.

He leaned close to her face, his breath gently fanning over her cheek and ear.

“Дверь слабенькая. Еще один удар должен сделать это,” he whispered. “Хочешь попробовать еще раз, милая?” (“The door is weak. One more hit should do it. You wanna try that again, sweetheart?”)

“Я готов, если ты готов.” (“I’m ready if you are.”)

He nodded slightly, causing her to smile.

“What are you waiting for?” Bella Donna said, obviously annoyed. “Kill her!”

Y/N felt his grip loosen. She broke free and kicked him as hard as she could in the side. Bucky flew to the side, landing against the door and causing it to come unhinged. Y/N grinned. She jumped over Bucky and raced down the hall. She knew the facility well enough to have an idea where she was going. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that Bucky was back on his feet and following her.

Y/N heard more footsteps up ahead. She pressed herself against the wall, smirking to herself. As soon as one of the Assassins came into view, she attacked, knocking him out and taking his weapon. She quickly took down the rest as Bucky caught up to her. She handed him one of the guns. 

“How?” Bella Donna groaned from her spot on the ground. She glared up at Bucky and Y/N. “Those words control the Winter Soldier.”

“Not anymore,” Bucky said.

Y/N knelt down in front of Bella Donna.

“Remy is not going to be coming here,” she said. “He’s not yours, so leave him alone. And if you ever come after either of us again, you’re going to live to regret it, Bella. We took down all of your guards without a problem, and that’s just with two of us. Things will be worse next time.”

Y/N knocked Bella Donna out, smirking slightly when her body collapsed. She turned to Bucky, who was smiling at her.

“You took too much pleasure out of that, didn’t you?”

“Probably. Not like she didn’t deserve it. My brother’s already married to someone he loves more than anything, so there’s no way he’d come back here for her desperate pain in the ass. Plus she just kidnapped us and tried to get you to kill me.”

Bucky picked up the red notebook.

“What do you say we get out of here and burn this thing?”

“And on the way, I’ll call my family and Sam to reassure them we’re okay. Don’t need the Thieves Guild and Captain America showing up and thinking we’ve killed each other.”

[helliontherapscallion]

Hello! Um hopefully this is ok but can you do a platonic poly relationship with tech reader and philza? And one day the reader comes over to there abode with a basket full of sweets and pastries (muffins bread ect-) also cottagecore quiet reader please she/they pronouns

Thank you! :D

(A/N): I’m back yall! Sorry I’ve been gone (in terms of writing/request doing) for so long, I just kinda lost motivation to write for a bit

Ok so you’re childhood best friends with Technoblade

You two met when you accidentally bumped into each other in the village by the sbi fam’s house

You were calmly along the cobblestone path when a cute dress in a store window caught your eye. You kept walking, but you were eyeing the dress as you walked by it. It was just your aesthetic: a vintage ruby red dress with laces tying the two sides together, a floused opening to the bottom of the dress, and puffy white sleeves. It looked like it was in your size too. It was absolutely perfect.

Just as you were about to walk into the store to check out the price, you bumped into someone and fell to the ground behind you. Looking up, you saw that the person that you bumped into was also on the ground looking at you. You saw that the boy was about your age with fair skin and long pastel pink hair tied into a messy ponytail. Peculiarly, he had small tusks poking out from his bottom lip, floppy pig ears on the top of his head, and crimson eyes. A piglin hybrid perhaps?

Feeling a small blush work it’s way onto your face, you quickly got up and held out a hand to the boy. “I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up.” 

He looked at your hand for a bit before he grabbed it with his own and allowed you to haul him up to his feet. You looked him up and down scanning him for any injuries he might’ve gotten from the fall. Luckily, it didn’t look like he got hurt. The boy looked down at his feet and bent over to pick up the picnic basket and the few muffins that dropped out of it. Putting the muffins back in, he handed the basket back to you with a small smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s really no problem, I’m fine so it’s no harm done. Actually,” he chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wasn’t looking where I was going either. I got distracted by that sword in the window.” He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder at the armory shop next to the dress shop. In the window was a shining golden sword glimmering in the bright sunlight. If you squinted, you could see a sign that said that it had a high level fire aspect and looting enchantments. 

“Well, it looks really pretty. I don’t know much about swords, so maybe you could tell me about them? I’m (y/n),” you gave him a small smile and stuck out your hand once more. He shook it with a grin, “Technoblade.”

That was the start of a beautiful friendship with him and his family

You met Philza, his father

The avian was extremely excited and happy that his quietest son finally made a new friend

He treated you like you were his own daughter

You might as well be a part of the family with how much you came over to babysit Tommy or to just relax with Techno

You always bring over a basket of baked treats/pastries whenever you came over

Lemme just say, the family feasted and always fought over the last one

When you started to come over at least once a day for a bit with a basket full of sweets, Philza had to pull you aside and ask you to slow down a bit with the treats

“Hey (y/n) could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure! Tech, I’ll be out in a sec.” The piglin hybrid curtly nodded and walked out the back door to the backyard. You smiled at Philza before you set the basket down onto the table and started to put the rolls onto a plate.

“I know it’s not much today, I didn’t have much time yesterday to bake.”

“That’s fine, but it’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Internally, you began to panic slightly. Oh Ender, you didn’t do anything bad did you? You couldn’t think of anything you did wrong. In fact, you actively avoided any wrongdoing or talking to strangers. Oh no, were you accidentally rude to someone?

“You aren’t in trouble,” he smiled lightly when he saw you slump in relief, “I was just wondering why you always bring over baked things. Don’t get me wrong, they’re delicious and we really appreciate that you take the time to make us things, but we kinda have a little too much. Maybe slow down a bit with bringing them over?”

You felt an embarrassed blush spread across your face as you nodded and put all your focus into transferring the bread rolls over to the plate. “Sorry Phil, I just bake whenever I’m stressed or bored and I just have a lot left over after I give some to my family.”

“And that’s completely valid! Just maybe don’t bring over so much, breaking up the fights with Tommy, Wil, and Tech just gets a bit much at times,” he grinned and clapped a hand over your shoulder.

As the years passed, you and Techno only grew closer

You taught Techno how to do meticulous neat braids in his hair while in turn he taught you some self defense

Mans makes sure you can properly and efficiently wield a sword and shoot a bow and arrow 

Poor guy can’t lose another friend

When he moves to the tundra, he invites you to live with him but you reluctantly refuse

You had Tommy and Wilbur to look after in L’manberg

Being pissed at Schlatt when he exiles them

Following them into exile leaving behind shocked Manbergians 

They didn’t think you were capable of the screaming, let alone such profanity

Practically launching yourself at Techno when he agrees to helping Pogtopia

Him making sure that the withers don’t harm you, even going as far as hitting them and luring them away from you

Staying with Techno after L’manberg is reinstated under Tubbo’s rule

Starting to dislike leadership and governments in general after Tommy gets exiled (again)

Convincing Technoblade to let Tommy stay with you two

Absolutely hating governments when the Butcher Army places Philza under house arrest and rolls up to your guys’ house and takes Techno and Carl

They lock you in the house, but you pick the lock with the bobby pin you kept the bandana pinned to your hair with 

You follow them to L’manberg and break down when you see the anvils crashing down onto Techno

Screaming profanities at the Butcher Army and taking out your sword to attack them not noticing when Techno runs away safely

Philza watching everything from the balcony and cheering you on

You almost take away one of Fundy’s (whom you considered to be your nephew until the whole Butcher Army incident) lives before you feel a sword slice your arm and an arrow shooting its way through your thigh

Turning, you gave Tubbo and Ranboo the fiercest glare you could as you were standing over a half-dead Fundy with a sword dripping blood hanging at your side

You, the soft spoken and sweet one that gave everybody baked goods wherever you went, screaming profanities at the festival and the execution was scary enough, but this?

Absolute nightmare fuel, gonna stick in their minds for a long time

You attempt to fight them but you lose and end up with injuries too severe for you to continue fighting

Philza being the one to yell at you to go home to the tundra telling you that Techno’s alive bc of a totem of undying 

You felt kinda stupid after that, Technoblade never dies (you often half joked that he was immortal like Philza)

You limp home and get met with a bone crushing uncharacteristic hug from Techno

He patches you up after reassuring you that the blood on him wasn’t his (he tells you about the duel in great detail)

In turn you tell him about your 3 v 1 duel, feeling a bit dejected bc you ended up losing

Him being literally so proud of you for facing 3 people at once, but also scolding you slightly for going into it blindly

When Philza moves in, everything feels complete and fulfilled (at least to you)

You help Philza clean and dress his damaged wing

Also helping him do some physical therapy so that he could at least move it

Comforting him whenever he felt down about not being able to fly again

You invite him and Techno to cook with you and it surprisingly ends up better than you expected it to be

When Tommy betrays Techno, you and Philza end up being the only ones he could fully trust (later slowly adding Niki and Ranboo to the mix when The Syndicate is formed)

You are Harpocrates when The Syndicate is formed due to your quiet nature

Philza and Techno fully 100% supporting your decision of not wanting to reveal your identity

At the second meeting you show up with a full mask covering your face and the opposite of what you normally wore (more of a grunge type beat)

Only communicating in nods and writing at meetings, living up to your nickname

You never reveal your identity to Niki or Ranboo

Pleasant late night conversations around the fire with hot chocolate and your baked goods

Techno still lets you braid his hair (sometimes you even put flowers in it) from time to time

You braid Philza’s hair when it gets too long

Braid chains when yall get too bored? Hell yeah 

Ultimately, you three become a strong family unit (goals)

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[bokunosimpfiction]

Yandere!Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Synopsis: Heisenberg kidnaps the reader. And she’s pissed about it. And so is he. Turns out there’s a lot more to it than it seems, tw: kidnapping I’m not tagging for violence because it’s less graphic than even the mild stuff in canon. Like reader gets a concussion and a dislocated arm, that’s it.

A/N: first time ever writing for Resident Evil. I haven’t even played the games, only watched a play-through and immediately fell in love with this hobo. Honestly, there’s a lot of room to make a sequel or some more from this but I have commitment issues and it probably won’t happen.

Oh and one last thing! Do you think I should add resident evil: village to my fandoms I write for or no. Let me know please!

             It’s dark in your small cottage, claustrophobic with the way you stumble to the front door as fast as you can. You try to take deep breaths, but you can’t, not with someone chasing you. You cut through the kitchen, and when he reaches out to grab you, you slam the door to a cabinet as hard as you can. You can hear his pained yell.

             “Don’t make this harder than it has to be, (y/n),” he says.

             “I’ll make it as hard as I damn please!” You put your hand on the handle to the front door, twist and right before you manage to open it, a body slams into yours and you hear your arm pop. Loudly. And it burns at the elbow like someone poured gasoline on it and set it on fire.

             You can hear his heavy breathing and feel the warm air on the crown of your head. “You put up a good fight, I’ll give you that much.” He presses his body further into yours, and you feel everything. The toned muscle under a layer of fat, the harsh fabric of his shirt and jacket, and the bulge that presses into the small of your back.

             “You’re so small,” he coos, like he’s talking to a dog, “I can’t wait to break you.”

             You manage to wiggle one arm free and jab him in the side as hard as you can with your elbow. You hear him say oof under his breath, and you take this as the opportunity to press your foot into the door and push back into him as hard as you can, to at least get him to stumble back.

             It doesn’t work, he just leans his whole-body weight on you and uses one hand to smash your head into the door. He could have done it harder, you reckon, but it still hurts like a mother fucker. “Shut the fuck up before I do something I regret.”

             “Like you don’t already regret breaking into my house and trying to kidnap me? Like you don’t regret slamming me into my door and dislocating my elbow? What are you going to do to me that you’ll regret? Huh?”

             He looks down at you through those yellow glasses of his, light from the glass peephole reflecting off of them but his hat shading the rest of his face. “I said shut the fuck up!” He presses your head even further into the door, and your temple digs into the frame. It hurts, and your eyes water from the pain.

             “Who even are you?!” You end up shouting. His grip loosens a little bit, just enough for you to move your head off the door frame and onto the actual door. “I’ve never met you in my goddamn life and you break into my house, say you love me, and try to kidnap me!”

             Something in him breaks, you can tell, the outline of his features look crestfallen. “You don’t know who I am?”

             “No… I don’t. And here you are in my house, chasing me around like I’m some goddamn animal you’re hunting.” Your eyes water. “I know you don’t mean a damn word you said this entire time.”

             “Shut your goddamn trap woman!” His grip on your hair tightens. “I love you and we both know it; I know everything about you.”

             “So, you’re a stalker? Huh, didn’t think I was pretty enough to have one.”

             “I knew you had a mouth on you, and it was attractive till it was pointed in my direction.” His voice is low and gravelly at this point, like a thin string that’s pulled taut and about to snap.

             “Well get used to it you fu-” You don’t get to finish your sentence, because a piece of metal from his hammer slams you hard in the face, knocking you out cold.

             When you wake up, it’s hard to open your eyes. It’s too bright and the room is spinning when you move your head up. That must be one hell of a bump on your forehead. You go to feel it, only to find you hands chained up to a metal pipe on the wall. Your feet are too, but that chain is a lot slacker.

             You’re lying down on the floor, a cheap scratchy blanket separating you from rough, worn down cement. It’s still hard and cold, but it didn’t scratch up your skin, so that’s something to be grateful for. You look around the room, only to find an old tv, that’s on, and playing static. That’s what was so bright, you realize.

             Suddenly the noise from the t.v. stops, and you hear a voice. It’s still sounds like static, but it’s audible enough to understand the words and recognize the voice. It’s the same guy who kidnapped you. You don’t really process what he’s saying, it’s just noise to you, and you close your eyes and curl up as best as you can. Maybe you’ll wake up, and everything will be okay.

             “Quit ignoring me girlie.”

             You snap out of your daydreaming. The days of that warm bed and leaky bathroom faucet are over, and this cruel situation is your reality for the time being.

             “Okay. Okay. But just quiet down my head hurts.”

             “I’d be sorry, but you brought that upon yourself,” he says.

             You can’t help but be snarky, you’re tired and already sick of this shit. “I’m sorry you don’t have the self-control to not kidnap people and knock them unconscious via flying pieces of metal.”

             “Touché.” You hear back.

             “Can you at least get me some Tylenol for my head or something.”

             “Why should I? After all the attitude you’ve given me, I should just leave you in there to starve.” Looks like he knows how to be snarky too.

             “Because you were the one who hit me in the head and locked me in here?”

             “Apologize and I’ll consider it.”

             You go back to your curled up position. “I guess I’ll just starve down here then.”

             The t.v. cuts off again, or you just tune him out, just run your hands along the chains to try and find a lock. You find the one attached to your left ankle and begin to plot your escape. Maybe you could pick the lock with a bobby pin? You run your hands through your hair, not only to find that it was down, but all of them were removed.

             You run your hands down your pajama pants. Maybe you have something in your pockets? They also turn up empty.

               “Are you looking for something to pick the lock with?” You hear from the t.v. You turn back to look at it, only to see his face. He’s not wearing his glasses, and he’s taken off his worn-out bucket hat, so you can see his untamed salt and pepper hair. “I took the liberty of searching your person while you were knocked out. I highly doubt you’ll find something to pick the lock with.”

             “You’re an asshole, you know that.” You find yourself saying. To be fair, you probably shouldn’t, considering that he: is holding you hostage, threatening to leave you to starve, and is clearly a psychopath, despite his claims that he loves you.

             “Calm down, you know it makes me upset to see you mad.”

             You can’t help but raise your voice at him. “Quit fucking taunting me! You won this stupid ass game. You kidnapped me! You can come down here and kill me now!”

             “You think I wanna kill you?” He asks, you can tell he’s just as furious as you are. He chuckles lightly. “You know I love you. I did this for your own good! There are people out there. People who want to taint you and your innocence! People who want to hurt you!”

             “I can handle myself just fine! I had before your psycho ass came along and kidnapped me!” Your furious, desperately searching for a weak point on the pipe with your hands while you yell at the t.v.

             “And what would have happened if I didn’t?” He asks you, “lady supersized bitch in the castle would have gotten to you first… I can’t have that.”

             “I’m sorry who?” You ask. Suddenly things have gotten more confusing.

             “I’m not the only one who’s after you,” he clarifies. “You think I’m the one who’s a psychopath, there’s a woman out there who wants to drink your blood and eat your flesh! And monster that wants to drown you and swallow you whole-”

             “Slow down! I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about!”

             “Don’t interrupt me! I want what’s best for you!” You can hear him take a deep breath. “I’m going to bring you upstairs and explain everything. And you’re going to behave, am I clear?”

             You just nod your head.

             “Good. Now stop trying to find a weak point on that pipe to get loose before I get down there. It has carbon monoxide in there, you’ll poison yourself before you get to that door.”

             You immediately stop twisting the connector and drop your hands to your sides.

             “Good girl…” His praise makes you want to vomit. “Now stay still while I come get you.”

             When he comes down and opens that iron door and unceremoniously tosses you over his shoulder, you can’t help but comment on it. “Am I a bag of potatoes to you?”

             “Don’t complain, I could be like that Dimitrescu bitch and turn you into wine.”

             You shut up immediately and grasp the back of his coat for balance. You don’t know why, but his empty threats scare you immensely. You watch the hallways blur into one another, trying to see if you can find a window, or an escape rout of some sort, hell, even a vent he couldn’t fit in but you could would work well.

             He smacks your thigh. Not hard, but enough for a slight sting and to get your attention. “We’re in the center of the factory, there’s no need for you to be tracking an escape route, especially because you won’t be leaving any time soon.”

             Eventually, you end up in a small office like space, with a desk, a cork board with several pictures of people on it, and a large grate that leads to a tunnel downwards. He pulls the metal chair out of the corner with his powers and places you in the chair. “Stay.”

             “So…” He turns towards the cork board. “Since your out of town, I’ll explain the run-down-“

             “I don’t really care for the details.” You stand up from the chair and go to walk towards him, but he crosses the room in a second and slams you back down.

             “I told you to stay in that goddamn chair!” He opens his mouth to explain but a whirring noise starts out of nowhere. It’s loud, obnoxious, and coming from the vent. He opens it. “Shut your goddamn trap!”

             “Anyhow, (Y/N),” he starts, “the other three lords decided that they’re interested in you, for whatever their reasons are. I’m assuming they want to kill you.”

             “That’s a veeeeeery extreme assumption.” You roll your eyes, and prop your head on your hands.

             “Well two of them are well know for turning people into dolls and drinking their blood,” he says casually, “it’s only a fair assumption they want to do the same with you.”

             “I’m sorry they what?”

             He turns to you, surprised for a moment that you don’t know what he’s talking about. “Super-sized bitch over here,” a sharp piece of metal lands on the photo of a pale, middle aged woman with bold red lipstick and a black hat, “is one of the other three lords, known for drinking the blood of girls like yourself. Wouldn’t suggest meeting her, she’s not that pleasant.”

             “Known for?”

             “Sort of, most of the towns people don’t know,” he turns to you and leans on the table by the cork board, “they’re too busy worshipping Mother Miranda.”

             “I’ve heard her name before,” you say, “doesn’t she protect the town?”

             You can sense the anger you caused before you can take it back.

             “That Miranda bitch doesn’t protect anybody from shit. She’s the one causing all the issues, kidnapping people and mutating them, killing them and throwing their lives away like table scraps.” You slams his hand on the table and you visibly flinch. He quickly apologizes.

             “You keep mentioning ‘the other three lords’ how many are there, and who’s the one your excluding in that statement?” You question as soon as you get the chance. He’s talking, loudly, quickly and it’s filling up the space in the room with an anxious sort of white noise.

             “Pardon me,” he says, and waltzes over, almost over-dramatically. He brings your hand to his lips and places a light kiss. You can feel his stubble and chapped lips on the top of your hand. He desperately needs to use chap-stick. “I’m Heisenberg, one of the four lords, but you can call me Karl.”

             “Okay… Karl.” You test the name out on your tongue. “What are you going to do with me, now that I’m here?”

             He gets down on one knee in front of you, still holding your hand. “Oh (Y/N), I’m going to treat you how you deserve, like a princess.”

[thefanficmonster]

The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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[bumblebee-be]

when you hide that your heart is just holding on

from this prompt list: 55. After, being punched by Chimney and not telling the truth about what happened to Hen, Bobby and Athena. But, that doesn't mattte, they still find out that Chimney. When they ask why he didn't tell them. Buck replies that he thought it wouldn't matter because it's not the first that someone has been physical with him. Which in turn makes Bobby pale and take a step back when he realizes that Buck is talking about him.When he remembers that he pinned Buck to the wall in 2018 when caught snooping through his notebook/black book.

do i have homework to do? yes. do i have fic requests to finish? also yes. did i write this instead? i have no regrets. side note: the italics didn’t copy/paste and i am far too tired to do it so imagine them wherever you see fit. (they’re on the ao3 one)

(also on ao3)

Buck tries to keep his head down as he walks into the firehouse. He knows he can’t hide the ugly bruise on the side of his face all day, but he can at least put off the confrontation for a little while. Eddie knows, but Buck trusts him not to tell anyone. The issue is, Buck doesn’t even know what he’s going to tell them. He doesn’t want to explain the entire situation. Because in this situation, he’s at fault. And the very last thing Buck wants is the 118 mad at him. Again. 

Yesterday, Eddie had (very gently) basically told Buck that he had fucked up. And yeah, Eddie acknowledged he had the right intentions. But that doesn’t change the fact that Buck made the wrong choice and actually just made everything he was trying to fix worse. Well- Eddie didn’t exactly say that precisely, but he might as well have. And if Eddie thinks Buck messed up, what are the rest of them gonna think?

“Buck!” Athena’s voice snaps him out of his mental spiral and Buck looks up at the balcony, trusting his baseball cap to conceal the evidence of his failure. “Hey sweetie, food’s all ready up here! Put your stuff away and get your ass to the table!”

“Be- be right there, Athena!” Buck calls, hoping his smile is believable. So much for avoiding them. Maybe he can still make it through breakfast. He’ll just keep his cap on and his head down. It’ll be fine. Everyone has other things to worry about anyway. 

Buck jogs up the stairs a couple minutes later, his stuff shoved in the locker he and Eddie share. His cap is still firmly tucked on his head and he’s making a point to look down at the steps in front of him instead of up towards where everyone’s already at the table. That’s not something anyone will question. If anything, they’ll praise him for finally looking where he’s going. He’s tripped up the stairs enough times for that. 

“So he didn’t say when he’s coming back?” Eddie’s asking when Buck sits down next to him. Someone already served him a plate of eggs, toast, and hash browns. There’s strawberry jam on his toast, his favorite, so he assumes that he has Eddie to thank. He doesn’t say anything, just starts digging in and trusts everyone is preoccupied enough with Chim’s absence to pay him any mind. 

“No, just that it wouldn’t be until he finds Maddie,” Hen replies. 

“If he finds her,” Buck mutters before he can stop himself. The table goes silent. Eddie’s hand lands on his knee and squeezes gently. 

“He will, Buck.” Eddie’s voice is so horribly soft, like he knows the terror that’s been encompassing Buck’s mind, the fear that’s kept him up at night: that he made the wrong choice and Maddie’s suffering alone because of it. Buck doesn’t deserve the kindness Eddie offers, or the comfort. He moves his knee away. A wounded expression flashes across Eddie’s face and Buck pointedly ignores it, focusing instead on stuffing his mouth. He can tell without looking that the rest of the table is exchanging glances. So much for not drawing attention. 

But Buck always has to be the center of attention, doesn’t he? He has to be the one diving headfirst into danger. He has to be the one to fix everything. He somehow manages to make everything about himself. Eddie’s shooting, Maddie’s leaving. Somehow, no matter who’s in trouble, Buck just has to make it about himself. He can hide behind the excuse of saving people or wanting to help, but what it comes down to is that Buck needs attention. 

He doesn’t deserve comfort. He deserves for someone, anyone, to finally tell him off for always having to be the center of attention. 

Bobby clears his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence that’s settled over the table. Buck feels like shit for ruining the meal, but, yet again, he just couldn’t help but make it about himself. 

You should just leave, the voice in his head whispers, they’d probably be better off. Buck clenches his jaw and tries to focus on something else. Suddenly, selfishly, he wishes Eddie’s hand was still on his knee. Eddie always helps ground him.

“I’m sure Maddie’s fine and she and Chim will be back soon,” Bobby says placatingly. “And Buck, you know the rules, no hats at the table.” Buck freezes. 

“I, uh…” He’s slightly panicking. He’s already made this about himself so much, they don’t need to see any more proof of how self-centered Buck really is. He stares hard at his plate. “Can I just- can I leave it on today?”

“Buck, no exceptions,” Hen pipes up. Buck knows she’s thinking about that one time that bBuck said those exact words to her when she wanted to leave a beanie on after Nia found a sharpie and used a napping Hen’s head as her canvas. “Why don’t you wanna take it off?”

No avoiding it now. Buck takes a deep breath and pulls off the cap, running a hand through his hair and not looking at anyone. He hears Hen’s intake of breath and can sense Bobby and Athena’s disappointment without even looking at them. Eddie’s knee nudges his. Buck doesn’t nudge back. 

“What happened?” Bobby asks. 

Buck shrugs. “It’s not important.”

“Boy,” Athena says, “if someone gave you a shiner that bad, it better be important.”

“It was just a disagreement,” Buck insists. He attempts at a grin. “You should see the other guy.”

“You got in a fight?” Athena demands, standing up with her hands braced on the table. 

“No, I’m just- just kidding, don’t worry. It wasn’t a fight, I just-”

“He got suckerpunched,” Eddie cuts in. Buck shoots him a glare. Shut up. 

“It’s not like I didn’t deserve it,” Buck mutters. 

Bobby waves a hand, indicating for everyone to stop talking. “Who the hell suckerpunched you?”

“I mean I can name a few people who’d like to but none that actually would,” Hen adds. Buck frowns at her, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. Make a joke out of it and it’ll go away. Right?

“Seriously, Buck,” Bobby presses, “who hit you?”

Buck sighs. “Listen. It’s not a big deal. I deserved it, I got it. It happened and I honestly just don’t really feel like talking about it.”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t Taylor was it?” Hen looks like she regrets asking, but judging by the others’ reactions, it’s not just her thinking it. Eddie tenses next to Buck. Something dark and ugly twists in Buck’s chest and suddenly his throat is tight. They all think Taylor did this? Even Eddie, who knows it was Chim, seems to have had that idea at some point. 

“N-no, god no,” Buck insists quickly, but his voice is tight. “No. Taylor didn’t- no. It wasn’t Taylor.” 

“Buck…” There’s a strange tone to Bobby’s voice, one that kinda makes Buck want to throw up. He grips his hands into a ball under the table. 

“It was Chim,” Eddie says finally, sighing. “Chim punched him.”

“Eddie!” 

“Buck, c’mon, I had to-”

“Why the hell did Chim punch you?” Hen demands. Athena raises a brow and Bobby just taps his thumbs together, staying silent. Waiting for Buck to reply. 

Here it is. They’re all going to hate him. 

“For something that’s in the past now,” Eddie cuts in before Buck can say anything. “It was a mistake, but it’s okay. Chim knows it wasn’t on purpose, and I don’t see any reason to drag it out further, so maybe we just… let it go.”

Buck has never been more grateful for Eddie. Buck has never hated himself more. 

“Uh, uh no way-”

Bobby interrupts Hen’s protests. “I think that’s fair. This sounds like a personal issue and if Buck doesn’t want to discuss it, we’re not going to force it.” Buck lets out a slow, shaky breath of relief. “But… if it truly isn’t an ongoing issue, then I think we have a bigger one.” 

Yeah Buck was definitely relieved too soon. “What, uh,” he clears his throat, “whaddya mean?”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” 

Something icy shoots down Buck’s spine. He doesn’t want to tell them the real reason- that if he told them everything they’d hate him for it. He also doesn’t want to lie to them. So, instead, he opens his big mouth and makes a joke without thinking.

“Eh, I didn’t think it would matter. Not like it’s the first time someone’s gotten physical with me.” He tries for a grin but realizes too late that his joke wasn’t actually funny. Given by the way everyone freezes, he’s gonna guess they’re considerably more concerned than amused. 

“Buck…” Eddie starts slowly, “what do you mean by that?”

Buck automatically glances at Bobby and sees that his captain has gone pale. He knows what Buck meant. And Buck is a horrible person for it. 

“I didn’t- it was just a- I- I was joking,” Buck stammers out. “I didn’t mean-”

“He was talking about me,” Bobby says quietly, his voice as calm as ever. 

“Bobby, no I didn’t mean it that way-”

“Yes, son, you did.”

Buck feels close to tears. God, why does he fuck everything up? That was years ago, and Buck deserved it. He had it coming. He pushed Bobby and Bobby just reacted. It wasn’t an actual thing, and Buck hadn’t even meant it as anything other than a joke. But, again, he’s fucked it all up and opened wounds that had healed long ago. He doesn’t help people or fix people or save people. He breaks them. 

“I have to go,” Buck mutters, pushing back his chair and almost tripping as he makes a break for it, tears burning his eyes. He prays to god no one comes after him, taking the stairs two at a time. 

Why would they? The voice in his mind asks. They’re probably hoping you just stay away.

Buck tightens his jaw, dashes a hand across his cheek to wipe away the stray tear that escaped, and makes a beeline for the bunks. The best way to stop fucking things up is to just not be there. 

*

Buck’s late for their shift. Which- well it’s only a few minutes. Buck’s not extremely well known for his punctuality. But after yesterday, Eddie’s worried about him. He knows Buck’s still beating himself up over Chim and Maddie. Eddie had done his best to reassure Buck yesterday, to make him understand that he hadn’t done a bad thing. He doubts it got through. He should have tried harder. And well. That’s something Eddie will probably beat himself up over for a bit. He’s never been great at comforting people and he hates that he can’t help them more.

So when Buck slips into the firehouse with a cap pulled over his hair and his head ducked, Eddie can’t help but feel partially responsible. He doesn’t wanna be the one to put Buck on the spot, but he also knows he can’t let Buck spiral on his own. 

“Hey,” he says, nodding to Athena. “Looks like Buck’s here.” It works instantly. 

Athena walks over to the railing and leans out, calling Buck’s name. Buck looks up, but with the cap pulled over his forehead and the distance between them, Eddie can’t see the status of his bruise. He hopes it’s not as bad as it was yesterday. “Hey sweetie, food’s all ready up here! Put your stuff away and get your ass to the table!”

There’s a hesitation to Buck’s response. “Be- be right there, Athena!” Eddie lets out a small breath of relief. A part of him thought Buck might come up with some excuse not to join them. Everyone else is already serving themself so Eddie gets in line behind hen and grabs two plates. 

“He’s a big boy, y’know,” Hen teases. “He can serve himself.”

Eddie shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t mind. I know what he wants anyway.”

“Suit yourself.”

So Eddie does. He serves Buck’s plate first. Scrambled eggs, one piece of toast, strawberry jam. The strawberry jam is Buck’s favorite. He just gets eggs for himself. Then he walks to the table and places the plates at the only two spots left, side by side. His and Buck’s. 

“I talked to Chim this morning,” Hen says once they’re all settled. “Offered to go with him, but he didn’t take me up. Says he has to be the one to find Maddie.” 

“Did he say anything else?” Eddie asks, wondering if he mentioned Buck and Chim’s altercation.

“Nope. Why?”

Eddie thinks quickly for a reason, and only comes up with, “So he didn’t say when he’s coming back?” Buck walks up as he’s asking and takes his seat beside Eddie. His eyes flick from his plate to Eddie quickly and the corner of his mouth bends upwards just a little bit. Eddie tries not to stare too hard at him, but the cap is still pulled low over his forehead and Eddie really wants to check on his eye. 

He’s so focused on Buck’s presence that he almost misses Hen’s reply. “No, just that it wouldn’t be until he finds Maddie.”

“If he finds her,” Buck says quietly. Everyone goes quiet and Eddie’s chest achesUnder the table, he sets his hand on Buck’s knee and squeezes it. He knows Buck blames himself for Maddie being gone and that if she’s anything other than okay, Buck will never forgive himself for it. Eddie wants to tell him that it wasn’t Buck’s fault. He wouldn;t have been able to stop her. No one could have stopped Maddie from leaving. But he can’t do that. 

“He will, Buck,” Eddie reassures him instead. Buck doesn’t say anything, or even look at Eddie. He just moves his knee away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie can’t help the twinge of hurt that stabs in his chest. He just wants to help, to comfort Buck somehow. To take him in his arms and tell him until he believes it, it wasn’t your fault. And it’s killing him that he can’t. 

The rest of the table exchanges worried glances, Bobby and Athena seemingly having an entire silent conversation. Hen raises an eyebrow at Eddie in question and Eddie just sighs softly and shakes his head a little. 

Finally, Bobby clears his throat, breaking the spell. “I’m sure Maddie’s fine and she and Chim will be back soon. And Buck, you know the rules, no hats at the table.” Buck tenses beside Eddie, almost imperceptible aside from the fact that Eddie is so in tune with how Buck works that he notices everything. 

“I, uh…” There’s a slight hint of panic in Buck’s voice. “Can I just- can I leave it on today?”

Hen finally gets her revenge for that time Buck was a shit about her wearing a beanie. “Buck, no exceptions. Why don’t you wanna take it off?”

Buck inhales, almost as if he’s steeling himself, and pulls off the cap, running a hand through his hair. He stares at the table in front of him. Eddie finally gets a look at the injury and his breath catches in his throat. The mark has purpled, dark and ugly under Buck’s eye and crawling up towards his temple. Eddie nudges his knee. I’m here. Buck doesn’t return it. 

“What happened?” Bobby asks. 

Buck shrugs. “It’s not important.”

“Boy,” Athena says, “if someone gave you a shiner that bad, it better be important.”

“It was just a disagreement,” Buck insists. The grin Buck plasters on is fake and hollow. “You should see the other guy.” Something twists in Eddie at the attempt to make a joke of this.

“You got in a fight?” Athena demands, standing up with her hands braced on the table. 

A regretful expression flickers across Buck’s features, a miniscule change. “No, I’m just- just kidding, don’t worry. It wasn’t a fight, I just-”

Eddie can’t help it. He can’t stay silent and let Buck make light of this any more than he can let Buck struggle through it alone. “He got suckerpunched.” He can feel Buck’s glare burning into the side of his face.

“It’s not like I didn’t deserve it,” Buck mutters. Eddie wants to grab him and shake him and scream You didn’t! 

Bobby waves a hand, indicating for everyone to stop talking. “Who the hell suckerpunched you?”

“I mean I can name a few people who’d like to but none that actually would,” Hen adds. A playful frown turns Buck's lips down, the pout he uses when he’s turning something painful into a joke. 

Bobby isn’t so easy to distract. “Seriously, Buck, who hit you?”

“Listen,” Buck says with a sigh. “It’s not a big deal. I deserved it, I got it. It happened and I honestly just don’t really feel like talking about it.”

“It wasn’t… it wasn’t Taylor was it?” Eddie freezes. He can’t believed Hen said it. It’s what Eddie had thought yesterday when Buck opened the door with a bruise blooming on his cheek. But Eddie’s never liked Taylor, he had just thought he was being biased. Yet the expressions on Bobby and Athena’s faces have him thinking maybe it’s not just him.

“N-no, god no,” Buck says quickly, looking pale. “No. Taylor didn’t- no. It wasn’t Taylor.” He didn’t say she wouldn’t, a part of Eddie notes. 

“Buck…” Bobby’s using that soft, concerned Dad tone. Buck looks trapped and under the table, Eddie can see his hands clenched together tightly. 

“It was Chim,” Eddie tells them, unable to stand watching Buck struggle anymore. “Chim punched him.”

“Eddie!” The accusatory tone of Buck’s voice makes Eddie wince slightly, but he doesn’t regret it.

“Buck, c’mon, I had to-”

“Why the hell did Chim punch you?” 

Again, Buck looks like a deer caught in headlights. And, well, Buck’s probably already upset with him. So, really, he might as well. 

“For something that’s in the past now. It was a mistake, but it’s okay. Chim knows it wasn’t on purpose, and I don’t see any reason to drag it out further, so maybe we just… let it go.”

Hen starts shaking her head, making little tsking sounds with her tongue. “Uh, uh no way-”

“I think that’s fair,” Bobby says, holding a hand up to stop Hen. Thank God for Bobby. “This sounds like a personal issue and if Buck doesn’t want to discuss it, we’re not going to force it. But… if it truly isn’t an ongoing issue, then I think we have a bigger one.” 

“What, uh, whaddya mean?”

Bobby levels him with a steady stare. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?” 

Something almost scared glints in Buck’s eyes, but then he’s grinning and saying, “Eh, I didn’t think it would matter. Not like it’s the first time someone’s gotten physical with me.” Everyone freezes. Eddie can see the confusion on Athena’s face, the stricken expression on Hen’s, and on Bobby’s… guilt. Why the fuck does Bobby look guilty right now?

Eddie speaks slowly, reigning himself in. “Buck… what do you mean by that?”

Buck’s eyes flick, quickly, to Bobby. Bobby, who’s gone pale. Bobby, who looks guilty. Bobby, who hurt Buck. Eddie tastes something metallic and realizes he’s bit his tongue so hard he broke skin. His fists are clenched and he’s barely able to control his breathing. He needs answers. 

“I didn’t- it was just a- I- I was joking. I didn’t mean-” Buck stammers, looking panicked. Eddie’s torn between pulling him into a hug and punching something. Maybe, it seems, Bobby. 

In contrast to Buck’s shaking words, Bobby’s voice is collected as ever.“He was talking about me.” Eddie can barely breathe. 

“Bobby, no I didn’t mean it that way-”

“Yes, son,” Bobby says sadly, “you did.”

Buck looks panicked, like he might cry, or maybe even throw up. He stands up abruptly, stumbling back.“I have to go.” And then he makes a break for the stairs, dashing down them so fast Eddie worries he might trip. He doesn’t. Eddie stands up, ready to go after him. 

“Eddie, don’t,” Bobby says quietly. “Give him a minute.”

Eddie rounds on Bobby. He knows he’s right, but he doesn’t have to like it. “How about you give me a Goddamn explanation, Cap?” It’s strange, Eddie thinks, being so mad at the man he considers a father figure. He never knew he could feel this way towards Bobby, who’s given him so much and been nothing but kind to him. Bobby, who’s offered him a home, a family. Bobby, who Eddie would lay down his life for and who would do the same for Eddie. Bobby, who hurt Buck. And that’s it, isn’t it? That’s all it takes. He hurt Buck. And that’s all the reason Eddie needs. 

“Why don’t you sit down, Eddie?” Bobby says softly. 

“Why don’t you explain what the fuck Buck meant by that?”

Bobby sighs heavily and Athena reaches over to his shoulder, squeezing gently. “Buck was- well, you know how Buck can get. Back in 2018, he- he had a question. One I really didn’t want to answer. And he had… he’d snooped through something very personal to me. A book. With 148 spaces. A space for every person I killed, to fill with someone I saved. When he was asking me about it, I… I got mad. I reacted.”

“What do you mean, you reacted?” Eddie demands through gritted teeth. His fists are nearly shaking. He feels like a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap. 

“I-,” Bobby sighs, bowing his head. “It was not a proud moment for me. I was in a bad place, I-”

“What did you do?”

“I grabbed him and I shoved him against the wall. I told him to never do that again. And then I let him go and I left.”

Eddie can see it in his mind: Buck following Bobby as they walk, asking him questions like an overeager puppy. Admitting he had looked at Bobby’s book. Then, in a flash, Bobby’s fists on Buck’s collar, Buck shoved against the wall, Bobby’s furious face inches away as he threatens him. The expression on Buck’s face, like he can’t quite understand what’s happening. The fear in his eyes as something deep in his mind is triggered. The horror that he must have felt when he couldn’t run. The numbness that overtook him when Bobby let him go.

Eddie knows it reminded Buck of those times as a child. Those times Buck would push too far and his parents would see getting physical as the only way to get their point across. Those times Buck’s father would grab his shoulders hard enough to leave marks and shake him as he yelled. That time his mother got so upset that, without hardly thinking, she struck him across the face. All those times that the only way his parents believed they could get through to him was by making sure he’d remember the punishment. 

It never got, like… abusive, Buck had said when he told Eddie, it was only the few times they felt they had no other choice. It wasn’t even a regular thing. Just when they needed their points to really… stick, I guess.

Eddie felt similarly then to how he does now, rage so strong in his chest and throat that he thought he might pass out. Anger so pure he could have put his fist through a wall. Sorrow so intense he was on the verge of tears. And a deep, deep hurt. The kind that came with hearing that the person you loved the most had suffered and not being able to do anything about it. 

But Eddie can’t punch Bobby any more than he can Buck’s parents. He can’t do anything to fix what they shattered. 

“That’s fucked, Bobby,” Eddie says finally, his voice hushed and hoarse with rage. “You’re his superior. He was your subordinate, and more than that- he trusted you. He looked up to you!” Eddie’s voice rises with his words until he’s nearly yelling.

“I know, Eddie,” Bobby whispers, looking like he might cry himself. “I’ve hated myself for it for years, I;ve told myself every foul thing you can think, of, believe me. It was just- he had gone too far Eddie-”

“That gives you no right to lay a single fucking finger on, him Bobby!” Eddie snaps, infuriated at the insinuation that this had somehow been Buck’s fault. Knowing Buck blamed himself still.

“Eddie, maybe you should calm-” 

“No,” Bobby says, interrupting Hen. “He’s right. And I am sorry, Eddie. It was inappropriate and just plain wrong, and I will forever regret it.”

“Right,” Eddie says quietly. He fixes his stare on Bobby. “But have you ever told him that?” Bobby lets out a long sigh, bowing his head, and Eddie turns away. He has to find Buck. 

*

Buck’s sitting on a bunk staring at his hands. He’s been here for a while. If you asked him what he’s been thinking about, he couldn’t tell you. Really, it’s just been a barrage of self-destructive and deprecating thoughts. It’s nothing that’s not true, just not a particularly fun spiral to be having. And it’s a mess. He can’t pinpoint his thoughts exactly. It’s more like a dozen voices all screaming different things at him. 

You’re a failure, one says.

You make people worse, accuses another.

You’re selfish, an attention-seeking, self-centered, narcissist, hisses one more. On and on it goes, cruel thought after cruel thought until Buck’s all but numb. So he stares at his hands, he tries no to cry, and he begs his mind to stop the assault. 

“Buck.” 

Oh god no, Buck thinks, squeezing his eyes shut. His own voice he can handle. But if the hatred manifests as Eddie, it’ll break him. He presses his fists against his temples, bending further over. 

“Stop it,” he whispers to himself. “Please, stop it, no.” He’s shaking his head and his entire body is rocking slightly. 

“Buck.” This time, a hand lands on his knee. Buck forces his eyes open. It’s actually Eddie. Eddie’s kneeling in front of him, a hand squeezing his leg and the other coming up to grip his wrist, pulling his own hand away from his head. 

“Eddie,” Buck says quietly. Eddie’s fingers find the inside of Buck’s wrist, gently finding his pulse and pressing softly. Grounding him. The voices grow quieter, the screaming in his mind turning to a whisper. Eddie’s always been good at that. 

“Hey,” Eddie greets gently, dark eyes searching Buck’s. “What’re you thinking?”

“That you’re good at grounding me,” Buck says without thinking. He’s too tired to filter himself. 

Eddie’s heart flip flops at the admission, his chest tingling. He can’t help but grin softly. Buck’s pulse flutters under his touch. His anger is gone, replaced with the warmth of Buck. “Good to know. I try my best. What were you thinking about before?”

“I don’t… I don’t exactly know. A lot of things.”

Bad things. 

“You wanna talk, listen, or neither?”

It’s a system they developed a while ago. Whenever one of them is struggling, they get a choice. They can talk about it, they can listen to the other talk, or they can just exist together for a while. It works, most of the time. 

Buck swallows, looking down at their hands. Eddie’s fingers against Buck’s wrist. Eddie’s thumb rubbing the back of his hand. “Listen.”

“Bobby told me what happened a few years ago.” Buck tenses. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“How you figure? I was the one pushing him. I was the one snooping through shit that wasn’t my business.”

“He’s your captain. A superior officer. There is no scenario in which him doing that was okay, Buck. You’re his subordinate. There was no excuse. It was his fault.”

“I was asking for it,” Buck says immediately. And that… that sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine. 

“Buck, look at me.” He hesitantly lifts his gaze to meet Eddie’s and Eddie’s thumb brushes over his knuckles. “You were not. You were curious. You had no idea how personal it was. That was not your fault.” 

And Buck can see Eddie means it. Buck may not understand. But he trusts Eddie more than anything, more than even himself. And if after hearing it from Bobby, who was so angry with Buck, Eddie could still say it wasn’t Buck’s fault, then maybe Buck’s fucked up head is actually wrong here. 

“Okay,” he says. He means it and Eddie knows. He gives a firm nod and Buck feels strangely proud, like he’s passed some sort of test. 

“Maddie and Chim aren’t your fault either.”

“Eddie, no-”

“Buck, do you truly think you could have stopped Maddie from leaving?”

Buck thinks about it for a moment. He couldn’t get her to leave Doug. He couldn’t get her to stay for him. He wouldn’t have been able to get her to stay for Chim and Jee either.

“No,” he admits, “but I still could have-”

“Could have what? Told Chim?”

“Yes.”

“And betrayed Maddie’s trust?”

Buck doesn’t know what to say to that. Eddie can see the struggle in his eyes, the desire to believe Eddie against the instinct to blame everything on himself. Buck tries to carry the weight of everyone's mistakes on his shoulders, and if Eddie doesn’t take some of it, it’ll crush him. 

“Buck, you were standing by your sister, like she’s always stood by you. You were trying to help her. Maddie leaving was not your fault, and Chim knows that. He needed someone to be mad at and he can’t very well be mad at your sister, so he’s mad at you instead. He won’t be for very long. They both know all you were doing was trying to help, and they love you for it. You did nothing wrong.”

And that… that’s exactly what Buck needs to hear. It’s exactly what he wishes he could believe. Eddie sounds so sure of it, like it’s not even a question for him. Maybe it’s not. Maybe Buck just didn’t understand what Eddie was trying to say to him on the balcony. Because Eddie seems sure. But still…

“And if Maddie’s not okay? If something happened because I let her go? What then?”

Eddie’s heart aches at the pain in Buck’s voice, at the tears welling in his brilliant blue eyes. “Then there was really nothing you could have done. If Maddie’s plan was to get hurt, you never would have been able to stop her. And by letting her go, all you did was give her the chance to realize what she would miss. Buck, hear me: you did not do anything wrong. You tried to help. You did everything you could, and you did it all out of love. You’re so strong all of the time, Buck. You try to make everyone else’s mistakes your own so you can’t blame them. But it’s okay to. You can be mad at Maddie for leaving, you can be upset with Chim for not understanding. You can be hurt by what Bobby did. You’ll forgive them, but more than that you have to forgive yourself.”

Buck can’t stop the tears and they escape one by one, racing down his cheeks. Eddie didn’t release his gaze the entire time. Eddie sees Buck, and he thinks Buck is good. He sees his fears and his dark thoughts and his sadness, and he thinks Buck is strong. He forgives Buck. He loves Buck. Eddie, incredible, brave, good, Eddie, loves him. It’s so much Buck can barely handle it. 

“I love you,” Buck whispers. It’s all he can say. Eddie smiles softly and reaches up with his free hand to brush away Buck’s tears. His hand lingers on Buck’s cheek and Buck resists the urge to lean further into the touch. 

“I love you, too.” 

“Thank you. For- for always knowing what to say.”

Eddie shrugs one shoulder. “It’s what I do. And don’t act like you don’t do the same for me.” Buck smiles and Eddie thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Also I yelled at Bobby.”

“You what?!”

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prompts 8 + 9 for Buck omgggg 🥲🥲🥲

Can’t Lose Him

Evan Buckley x Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of hospitals and injuries, minimal swearing, mentions of pregnancy and Chim’s accident, big brother!Chim

Prompts: #8: “you promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me!” #9: “Does he know about the baby?” 

Category: mix of angst and fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: I loved writing this so thank you for requesting! :) 

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Pacing the room, Hen reached out for your hand. “C’mon, your feet must hurt. Sit down” you sighed, once again you were in a hospital waiting room in the middle of the night with the team and Maddie because Buck’s idiotic self got himself hurt again. 

“I’m okay Hen, thank you” you gave her a slight smile. Bobby was talking to the doctors because you couldn't bring yourself to hear what he’s done this time. Bobby returned, Athena by his side now. “Oh honey,” she pulled you into a hug, you could feel yourself melting into her arms, she sat with you and her arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bobby sat to the other side of you. 

“The doctor said that the pressure of the block cracked a rib, which then punctured a lung. He also has a mild concussion but they say it shouldn't be too bad” 

“Is he out of surgery ?” 

“He is, but he’s in recovery now. It might be a little bit before we get to see him” Bobby gives your shoulder a squeeze, you nodded.

Taking a look around the waiting room, Chim held Maddie as she slept with her head on his shoulder. Eddie sat to the other side of them, on the phone with Carla and Christopher. Hen was now talking to Bobby about something. 

This wasn't an unusual scene but a familiar one. Regardless of what was going on or who it was, the 118 always shows for their own. 

A rather tall man came into the waiting room. “Buckley ?” he called out, everyone stood, the doctor seemed surprised to see so many people at 4 in the morning. Your hand was resting on your stomach, you could feel eyes burning into your side. Looking to the left, Chim’s eyes were fixed on your hand, you nodded in his direction with your brows furrowed. He shook his head, you didn’t think much of it. 

“We can take one person in if someone would like to go in now? He’s still asleep but he’s stable as of now” your heart sunk at the term “as of now”, shaking the feeling, you look over at Maddie. 

“Do you want to go in first ?” 

“You go ahead, I'll walk with you and then I'll see him after. I might take a lap, my back is killing me” she gave your hand a squeeze, the two of you followed the doctor to a room down the hall. 

She came in for a moment to kiss her brother’s head and then left you alone in the room with him. You sat at his bedside, your hand held onto his. His hand was cold, the monitor was still going and you could hear his heart beating through the deafening silence but it felt strange. 

Every time you found yourself back here, it felt odd. 

Buck was a warrior in every sense of the word, he pulled through, always. 

“Oh baby, what did you get yourself into” sighing and leaning back into the chair. Once again, your hand comes down to rest on your stomach, the other hand still holding Buck’s. His hand twitched slightly, he was starting to wake up. “Don’t move hun,” your hand rested on his chest softly, Buck’s brows furrowed. 

“Wh-who are you?” his head tilted slightly, your heart dropped. The panic started to set in but you knew better than to let him see it. 

He’ll come around, he’s just woozy from surgery. 

“Why are you here?” he asked once again, “I'm-” you started but was cut off by a little chuckle from Buck. “You ass!” you let out a breath, “god, you scared me”

“Sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you” 

“Yeah? So why am I sitting in a hospital room while you’re all banged up” 

“We could bang if you wanted” he gave you one of his stupid wicked smiles

“Evan Buckley!” you scolded him, “now is not the time” your hand held onto his arm, your finger tracing over the tattoo on his bicep. “You really scared me, the whole punctured lung this isn't a cute look Buck” 

“Really ? And here I was thinking that I was pulling it off” 

Something flipped in you, you went from relief to anger in .2 of a second. “How could you?” hitting his shoulder, you stood up. “Ow! What did I do ? I'm just laying here” Buck whined, you know you didn't actually hurt him, he's just being dramatic. 

“I know it’s your job to run into burning buildings but would it kill you to be safe? You can't fucking save anyone if you’re dead Evan!” 

“Woah, calm down first of all, and why are you calling me Evan ?” 

“Is that not your frigging name ?!” 

You were starting to lose your patience. You loved Buck, any and everyone knew that but you couldn't deal with how stupid he could be sometimes. He’d run straight into danger to help others but not once would he stop to think of what could possibly happen to him. 

“Where is this coming from ?” he asked you, looking at you. He reached for your hand but you pulled away. You find yourself pacing again, trying to calm yourself before you strangle him with his IV line. “What do you mean ‘where is this coming from?’ you had a giant block of concrete on your chest Buck! If Eddie didn't find you, you'd be dead, you were on the verge of death as it is.” 

“You don-” 

“I don't know that ? I know you’re dumb enough to run into a collapsing building, especially after Bobby told you not to go back inside” you gave him a look, your back up against the wall. Buck’s face went pale, he looked as if he saw a ghost. 

“What? You thought Eddie wouldn't tell me about your little stunt ? You should know better than that.”

“Y/n, baby, I didn’t think anything would happen to me” 

“You never think Buck, that's the problem! You promised me you wouldn't be reckless! You promised me! but you never listen, you never do. One of these days, you're going to walk in and not walk back out.” storming out of the room, Buck sat on the bed, his mouth hung open and confused as to what brought on the fit of rage you just had. 

Maddie walks into the room, “where’s y/n?” she sits beside him. Buck rubs his forehead, “um- she just went for some air” 

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It was around 5:30 in the morning, you sat outside on the hood of Buck’s jeep. You had dropped him off at work and taken the jeep for the day, hence why you had it right now. 

Peaceful.

That’s how you’d describe your surroundings. There was no one in the parking lot, you laid back on the hood as your hand came down to your stomach once again, staring aimlessly up into the sky. It wasn't dark but the sun hadn't fully come up yet. It was right before dawn, the world felt like it paused, not completely, but just enough for you to take in these few moments of peace. 

The weight shifted on the jeep, you opened your eyes to see Chim climbing up to sit beside you. “Hey, everyone’s looking for you” he says, laying back onto the hood beside you. “Yeah, I just needed some air” lying through your teeth, you give him as best of a smile that you could muster up. Chim’s eyes fixated on your hand once again, you watched him, practically hearing the turning in his head. 

“What's going on in there? The rebar taking its effect now?” you joke, he rolls his eyes. 

“Does he know about the baby?” he asks, you sit up and turn towards him. You hadn't told a soul. 

“How did-” 

“Maddie does it to- the hand on the belly thing. She's been doing it since before there was a bump. Just a motherly reflex I suppose” 

You stared off into space, Chim sat beside you quietly. “Does he know?” he asks once again, you shake your head. “I know it’s not my place,” he rests his hand on your shoulder, “but I think you should tell him. It might keep him from running into buildings without thinking.” 

“Did that work for you ?” 

“What do you mean ?” 

“When Maddie told you that she was pregnant, did you think twice before running into a burning building ?” 

“Honestly, at first it didn't. It didn't seem real until I saw the bump and heard the heartbeat. Then it all made sense ya know ? I couldn't risk getting hurt because I had something to live for, they were waiting for me to come home” 

“That's the thing, I don't want to lose him, Chim. I can’t lose him. I love him and I need him here, the baby needs him. There’s no way I can do this by myself” 

“You can, I know you would be able to do it by yourself but you shouldn’t have too. Buck’s an idiot but he loves you.”

Chim sat with you for a few more minutes, you considered everything he told you. How Buck might not change right away nor did you expect him too but if there was even a chance of him changing, you’d want him too. “Ready to go back in?” Chim slides off the hood, holding his hand out to you. You hold his hand and he helps you off the hood.

“We have a stop to make first” you walk in the opposite direction of Buck’s room. Chim follows you down to the gift shop, which was closed as it doesn’t open until 7.“Are you kidding me?” you groan, leaning back against the door. “We’ll figure something out,” Chim looks around. Eddie comes around the corner, “what are you guys doing here?” he walks over. 

“I needed something for Buck” 

“What did you need? Can’t it wait until they open?” 

“Eddie, I'm pregnant” you just blurt out, Eddie’s jaw drops, literally. 

“Congratulations!” he pulls you into a hug, “wait, you’re happy about it right?” he checks, you nod. 

“I need one of those stupid “world’s best dad” shirts for Buck but it's closed” 

Eddie looks at Chim and then looks around. “Are we gonna?” Chim points towards the door, looking at Eddie. “Yup” Eddie looks around once more, “lean your head towards me y/n” your face screws into a weird expression but abides anyways. Eddie pulls a bobby pin out of your hair, turning to the door and jams into the lock. He wiggles the pin around until the lock clicks open. 

“Voila” he smiles as pushes the door open. The 3 of you walk in, Eddie stays by the door to make sure no one was coming. “Chim, find a pen and paper for me please ?” you walk away to find the shirt you were looking for. Picking up 4, you shove them into a bag form behind the counter. You toss $30 onto the counter and scribble a little note for the person that opens that read: 

Had an emergency, needed a few shirts. Hope this cash covers it. Thanks! :) 

Eddie relocked the door before heading to Buck’s room. Everyone was now in the room, scattered in different places. Bobby was leaned up against a wall, Athena stood beside him, leaning into his side. Hen sat on the little counter by the window and Maddie was still in the chair beside his bed. Eddie went over and joined Hen by the window, Chim stood behind Maddie, his hand coming up to her shoulder. 

“Y/n..” Buck whispers as you walk in, you take a seat on the end of the bed by his hips. “I’m sorry” he says, his hand reaching out for yours. 

“You’re an idiot but, I guess, I forgive you” you say and Buck smiles at you. “What’s in the bag ?” he asks, you rest the bag on your lap. “Something for you boys” The guys exchange looks, Eddie and Chim knew you needed something for Buck but what did you get for them? 

Pulling out the shirts, you handed one to Buck first. It was a plain blue t-shirt with big white bold letters that read “world’s best dad”. Buck looked down at the shirt and then back at you, he repeated that process a few times and after a couple minutes he finally asked you. 

“Are you ?” he whispers, the room is silent. 

“Am I?” you ask.

“Pregnant ?” he finishes the question and you smile. 

“Yeah, I am” your hand rests on his, he pulls you into his side for a hug. You hug him, trying not to squish him and hurt him even more. 

“Okay,” you sit up and toss another shirt that said the same thing to Eddie. He caught it and smiled, “because Christopher couldn't have a better dad than you” Eddie gives you a smile and whispers a thank you. 

The next shirt gets tossed to Chim, he laughs. “You got one for me too?” he asks, pulling the shirt on over his sweater. “Yeah because baby girl Buckley is gonna be one lucky baby, despite your not-so-funny dad jokes” Maddie laughs at the comment, Chim does too. 

The last shirt goes over to Bobby. He gives you a look, “what’s this for ?” he asks, “Because not only have you been amazing with May and Harry but you’ve got a fire station full of ‘children’ that rely on you. Just a thanks for bringing them home in one piece, well for the most part” you pat Buck’s side.

The room is filled with happiness and love, the 118 was together once again, not just as firefighters but as a family. 

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When Passion Rules the Game | Part Seven

CW: NSFW, language

AN: Wow, I wrote seven chapters in seven days and I feel so accomplished! This fic has been so fun to write, and I hope everybody enjoyed. (Last chapter btw)

Part Six//Masterlist//2835 words

By some miracle, Aelin made it through the rest of the day. She introduced herself to Nox, showed him the ropes, and got some work done. And as soon as she had completed the day’s tasks, she just about bolted out to her car, headed to Rowan’s apartment.

There was no hesitation in Aelin’s mind as she firmly knocked on Rowan’s door. He would let her in, explain, and she would realize that this was all some cosmic joke.

Aelin heard footsteps approach the door, and she braced herself, straightening her back and plastering a smile on her face.

But the door never opened. After a moment, Aelin heard the footsteps retreat, and she blinked in confusion.

She knocked again.

Another minute passed. No more noises sounded within the apartment, and Aelin started to scowl. What right did he have to ignore her? She was his boss! Well, not anymore—but that was beside the point.

Aelin reached for the handle and jiggled it, but it was locked.

“Rowan,” she called. “Please let me in.”

“Dammit, go away, Aelin.”

She hadn’t been expecting a response, and to hear that animosity toward her frightened her. Rowan must have quit because she was sleeping with him, and he wasn’t comfortable with the situation. Aelin had never done anything like this before, never unintentionally harassed someone out of their job, and her heart started aching. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Coming to terms with the fact that Rowan wasn’t going to let her in the door, Aelin pulled a bobby-pin from her hair and inserted it into the lock. She had been a rambunctious teenager, always causing poor Aedion and her parents trouble, and picking a lock was second nature to her.

She smiled internally as the last tumbler fell into place and the lock clicked. Aelin absentmindedly discard the bobby pin in her purse and turned the knob.

Rowan was sitting on the couch, hunched over with his head in his hands, clearly upset about something. His head snapped up the instant Aelin walked in, and his eyes narrowed. “How did you—”

Aelin shut the door, cutting him off. “Why did you quit.” She was slightly angry at herself, and it came out in her tone.

Rowan sighed. “I resigned.”

“Same difference. Tell me why.”

Rowan stood up, but still kept his distance. “I found a new job. I thought it would be a better opportunity for me.”

Aelin scoffed. “You were just relocated to Terrasen. Don’t tell me you’re moving again.”

“I’m not moving. I got a job at Salvaterre Enterprises. It pays more.”

“If you wanted a raise, I—”

“I left. It’s done. There is nothing to say.”

Aelin frowned, trying to cover up the fact that her heart was fracturing in her chest. “But—”

“Do you always break into the homes of employees who decide they don’t want to work for you anymore?”

The ice in Rowan’s voice had Aelin trembling. “I want to know if you’re leaving because of me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re sleeping with me!” Aelin yelled. “And you’re quitting because you’re worried about it or you’re not comfortable with it or something and I can’t just let you do that! I can’t just sexually harass one of my employees and let them leave.”

Rowan’s eyes widened. “You’re not… Aelin, this is not your fault.”

“Then what is this?” she rasped. “Why did you even apply at Salvaterre Enterprises anyway?”

She could see the hesitation in his eyes. Rowan took a step forward, then paused. “I can’t… I just needed to go. I’ve never been uncomfortable around you, Aelin, I swear.”

“Then why, Rowan, did you go? Because I’m going to keep believing this is my fault if you don’t prove otherwise.”

He hissed out a breath and turned around, running his hands through his hair. “It’s because I…”

“Because you what?”

“I can’t… I shouldn’t say.”

“Tell me,” Aelin’s demanded. She dropped her purse on the floor so that she could cross her arms.

“Because I’m in love with you!” Rowan shouted, spinning back around. “Because I love how passionate you are about your work, and how funny you are, and how you pretend to have an attitude but spend your whole life trying to help people. I love the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you’re nervous, and how red your face gets when you’re embarrassed, and I even love the way you eat your gods-damn bagels with a fork. And I can’t do it anymore!”

Aelin couldn’t summon words. Rowan loved her?

He was breathing hard, surprise evident on his face. Maybe he hadn’t meant to say all that.

“I think you should go, Aelin. Don’t feel bad. You’re not to blame.” Rowan sighed, turning his head.

He expected her to leave. To walk out and pretend this had never happened, to forget about him. Aelin didn’t know what she was going to do next, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to forget about him.

Rowan took a deep breath, then looked back at Aelin, who wasn’t breathing at all. “I’m sorry, Aelin. But I need you to leave now.”

Aelin didn’t do that.

Rowan gasped in surprise as he felt Aelin’s lips crash into his. She had mindlessly surged forward with no intentions of stopping herself. Aelin fisted her hands in his shirt and pulled him closer, tangling her tongue with his. Rowan kissed her back for what could have been a minute or an hour; Aelin was too lost in him to tell. When he finally pulled back, they were both panting.

“What does that mean?” Rowan gasped out.

“I think I might be in love with you, too.”

Rowan yanked her back to his mouth, and Aelin felt herself melting into his touch, trying to get closer and closer, touching as much of his body as she could.

They parted again, and Rowan raised his hand to her face. “You really feel the same?” His thumb stroked her cheek and Aelin leaned into the touch.

“Of course I do. You’re amazing and kind and hilarious, and despite your protests to the contrary, you’re a total sweetheart. I love you, Rowan. I should have noticed it a lot sooner, and I must have been blind not to until now, but I see it now. I love you.”

Rowan leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you, too. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve cared about people, but no one has ever driven me so insane.”

Aelin laughed. “I drive you insane? I have never broken so many rules because of one man. And that’s really saying something.”

“Oh, I know,” he replied, their noses brushing. “No goody two shoes knows how to pick locks.”

“Don’t ask me about that,” Aelin said, laughing. “Or I’ll ask you why you have a picture of a scowling teenage boy with chains dangling from his jeans hanging up on the wall.”

Rowan groaned. “My mom made me hang that up when I moved in.”

“Oh, you’re a mama’s boy, then?” Aelin teased.

Rowan smiled, but the expression turned fond as he leaned forward that last half-inch and kissed her. It was nothing like any of the kisses they’d shared before; this one was soft and sweet. This one was full of love.

When they pulled apart this time, Aelin whispered, “I still can’t believe you love me.”

“Neither can I,” he replied softly. “I never expected you to say it back. Though I’ll admit, I wasn’t surprised to find you stubbornly knocking on my door.”

Aelin smiled, then tugged Rowan down to the couch, plumping onto his lap. “So now that we’ve gotten the love confessions out of the way, maybe we can try to be in a relationship? Be together?”

Rowan smiled. “I would love that. But I might have to dump you if you ever call me a sweetheart again.”

Aelin let out a choked laugh. “But you’re so sweet. Like a little cinnamon bun.”

“I really hope you did not just say that.”

Aelin grinned. “Now that we have all this sorted, you’ll come back to the company? Nox was good at the job, but he doesn’t have your work ethic, and I had to tell him how to—”

Rowan smiled sadly and interrupted her. “Babe, you would be my boss. We may be able to keep a lid on friends with benefits, but you think no one’s going to be upset to hear you’re in a relationship with me?”

“I don’t care what people think,” Aelin insisted, despite the sinking feeling in her gut.

He tugged her farther onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s still wrong. I can’t do it.”

“But… Rowan, you can’t give up your job for me.”

“I’m not. And if it came down to it, I probably wouldn’t. And neither would you, I would guess, should you ever be in that position. Your dedication to your career is one of the things I love about you.” At Aelin’s sad nod, he added, “But I got job with Salvaterre Enterprises, remember?”

Aelin rasied her brow.

“I wasn’t lying,” Rowan said with a grin. “I got a good position there, nothing worse than I had with you. I’ll miss working with you, but I’m excited to be working there, and I’m excited to be with you.”

Aelin bit her lip. “Okay, but I don’t care that you already got hired. I’m sending a recommendation for you. Not just because I love you—never because of that—but because you are an amazing worker. Besides, I know Lorcan.”

Rowan blinked in surprise. “Lorcan Salvaterre?”

Aelin flashed a grin. “We went to college together. Like you, he pretends to be an ass, but is super sweet.” Rowan scowled, and she laughed. “And he’s head-over-heels for Elide. I’ve been trying to set them up for ages.”

“Wow,” Rowan said.

“Underestimating my connections?” Aelin asked snarkily.

“Just shocked that you have friends with money. After all, you just about swiped my savings last time we played poker.”

Aelin smirked. “Lorcan always paid up in other ways.”

“I really hope you didn’t just imply…” Rowan trailed off.

“Imply what?” Aelin asked innocently.

“Did you sleep with my new boss?” Rowan asked, dreading the answer.

She laughed. “No, I was just kidding. I made him do my homework for a month every time he lost.”

Rowan breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll admit, I’m surprised you would trust someone to control what grade you get.”

Aelin snorted. “Oh, I wouldn’t. I turned in my own work. I just wanted to make him do it for the fun of it. He went ballistic when he found out I never turned any of his hours’ worth of work in. He’s been trying to get me back for it ever since.”

“Um, perhaps I won’t tell him I’m in a relationship with you, then?”

Aelin cackled.

After another hour of chatting and laughing, Aelin decided she would tell her cousin and friends about this tomorrow, and Rowan said he would do the same by calling his mom. She could barely contain the joy that flowed through her thinking that people would know about them, that he cared about her enough to tell his mother already.

The hand that Rowan had resting on her thigh started stroking her, and Aelin started trying to recall what underwear she had put on his morning. Hopefully something nice.

Aelin ground down on Rowan’s lap, and he stood in one sudden movement, pulling her legs around his waist. Aelin sighed against his neck as he carried her to the bedroom. It sure as hell wasn’t the first time she’d been in here, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Aelin smiled into Rowan’s shirt, but that smile dissolved when Rowan threw her onto the bed. She smiled up at him prettily, the epitome of virtuous and wholesome. Rowan just snorted and said, “Take your clothes off and touch yourself.”

Feeling blood race to her face, Aelin sensually stripped off each piece of clothing, a bit more urgently than she’d been attempting to do. It was hard to act sexy when Rowan was shirtless and smirking at her.

Once she finished, Aelin lay back and spread her legs slightly. She let one hand tug on several strands of hair, delighting in the way Rowan’s eyes tracked her hands.

Then Aelin licked her lips and moved one hand to her stomach to stroke the smooth skin. She smirked at Rowan as she moved her other hand to her mouth and sucked on her thumb, making sure he was able to see as her tongue swirled around the digit. Aelin brought her wet thumb to her nipple and rubbed it roughly, parting her lips in a breathy moan.

She noticed the bulge in Rowan’s pants becoming more apparent as she played with her nipple and teased him with the hand moving on her lower stomach, and she grinned. “Get on with it,” Rowan growled.

Laughing, Aelin spread her legs farther and trailed her hand down, pressing a finger into her entrance. She immediately gasped and inserted another finger, unused to having control over when she got what she wanted.

Knowing exactly what she was thinking as she started thrusting her fingers harder, Rowan smirked and pulled his shirt off. No matter that seeing him watching her made her even wetter, Aelin couldn’t concentrate on what she was doing when she looked at him. She averted her eyes to ceiling and started pumping her fingers in deeper, groaning.

But it was not to be. “Look at me,” Rowan commanded, and Aelin had no choice but to obey.

Holding his gaze, Aelin thrust her hips into her hand and and brought the second hand down the rub furiously at her clit. She was moaning now, making more noises than she did when she was by herself, turned on by the way Rowan rid himself of his pants and started pumping his own length.

“Stop,” Rowan ordered, right as she felt release nearing. She couldn’t. She couldn’t stop. She was so close, and just few more thrusts and she would be at the edge and—

Aelin’s hands were forcibly removed from her pussy, and she cried out as she was flipped over on the bed and spanked.

“What did I tell you?” Rowan’s voice was the sharpened edge of a blade, and Aelin shivered.

“You told me to stop,” she whispered.

Rowan’s hand smacked her ass once more. “And did you?”

Aelin whimpered. “No, sir.”

He spanked her again, his hand stinging the sensation flesh of her bottom. “Why not?”

“Because,” Aelin rasped, trying to summon even a single coherent thought, “I needed to come. I needed to.”

“Hmm,” Rowan said, trailing his finger along the curve of her ass. She shivered at the sensation. “But you knew I wouldn’t let you. And look where we are now.”

Aelin squirmed in his grasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” He brought his hand down, the slap sound filling the air. “Or are you just saying that so I’ll stop?”

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.” Aelin clung to the sheets, burying her face.

Rowan hummed thoughtfully and spanked her again. But before Aelin could beg him to stop again, callused hands gripped her thighs and spread them, Rowan’s cock filling her almost instantly.

Aelin moaned loudly into the sheets. “Rowan, gods.”

He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto her knees and farther onto his cock. She whined and lifted her ass higher in the air.

Rowan’s grip was bruising as he slammed into her. He started pounding into her, and Aelin wondered how she was supposed to walk into work tomorrow and concentrate on her job, let alone walk at all.

The fingers Rowan had on her hips dug harder into her skin, and Aelin felt even wetter knowing that he was marking her right now. His cock was hardening fully inside of Aelin, and the immense awareness she had of him was driving her crazy.

Rowan’s balls slapped her pussy and she screamed into the sheets, her orgasm forcing its way over her body in a shattering earthquake of pleasure. Rowan kept moving, fucking her senseless as she shook and screamed, finally coming and spilling into her.

Once he separated their bodies and rolled over, Aelin turned on her side and put both an arm and a leg across his body. “I love you.”

Rowan kissed her neck. “I love you, too, darling.”

Aelin snuggled closer and, instead of reflecting on her previous shortsightedness and poor judgment, thought about how much she was looking forward to a life being teased, laughed at, fucked, and loved by Rowan.

Little did Aelin know, Elide would owe Dorian twenty bucks after losing the bet about how long it would take them to confess their feelings. What an interesting day tomorrow would be.

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A wish for a different life - Adrien AUGreste Day 16

It’s here, the end. Well, I really wanna right the lukadrien date and still do Swap, so we’ll see. I do still want to expand on this as my friends and I came up with so many ideas for this and I just wanna write it all. A lot of people asked to see different things and I really want to give it a chance to work at it, so hopefully I can. Thank you all for your kind words and guesses of who the heroes were. 

Healing

Adrien plucked a bobby pin from Plagg’s mouth and used it to create an X on the twisted lock of hair. His date with Luka was a half an hour and, in his nerves, Adrien ended up getting ready early. With how long it was taking to get his hair to cooperate, getting ready early might of worked in his favour.

“Last one.” His kitten said twisting the last lock and pinning it down with the pins. He messed with his bangs, pushing them to the side before he took one last look at his outfit. “What do you think?”

“You look pretty good. I think La- I mean lover boy would approve too.” It was hard to not just call Luka by his nickname of Ladybird. Having holders know who their partner is made life so much easier, even with the risk of being caught by Hawkmoth. Plagg was terrified that with Lila living Adrien’s life, it still meant Gabriel had the Butterfly Miraculous. He wanted to sneak into the house and find Nooro and Duusu and get them all out, but that wasn’t happening with how Lila was. She’d never let Adrien within a five-foot distance of the door.

Fu seemed to find the idea of Gabriel Agreste a possible Hawkmoth silly but he knew Tikki was also worried. There was no chance that Lila’s wish changed that. Her life was a carbon copy of what Adrien lived through, except her mindset was how people had to be nice to her and not Adrien’s ‘I hope they’re nice to me’. He had yet to see her Akumatized, which was probably a good thing. when she was, she was the worst asset Gabriel had. The things she put people through just to live what she thought was her ideal life. He wish he’d shaken Adrien back then, tell him to not just be the bigger person because it was easier. His father had given him that mindset, that kindness fixes everything, because it eventually had to fix his father, right?

All that got him was a controlling father, an assistant who cared, but not enough, no support from any family because they all wanted something from him and seeing a mother he never properly mourned for encased in a coffin. It got him so messed up with emotions that Lila managed to knock him out and rip the ring from his finger.

But it did get him this. A mother who while busy, doted on him and cared so much for him. A life where he got to grow up understanding things and people, where he chooses to love the camera, even if he looked different for each picture. He got to find love and lose it and find another piece. He found his voice, unwilling to go silent when it mattered and went off and shouted when he was angry. Adrien was still the same kind, amazing, shining ball of a person he met that time line ago, but he was more now. Plagg had made his peace thinking the only time he’d see Adrien was when Juleka was around him because Adrien didn’t need Chat Noir anymore, but somehow, he still got a chance to be with his kitten. He may not need his power in quite the same way but that wasn’t going to stop the love he had for Adrien.

“Is everything ok? You get these looks sometimes. I’m not being too much am I?” Plagg realised in Adrien’s rant of nerves with the upcoming event, he drifted off. It was like the first weeks with Juleka, except he reacted with snide comments and hurt that he kept holding on to. It hadn’t been right for Juleka and how he acted when he first met Adrien wasn’t right either.

“No kitten. Trust me, I like you just the way you are. You just, remind me of someone sometimes.”

“Catseye?”

“No no, not Blacky. This guy was…something. He was a bit naive and had a lot of trust in people, but he wasn’t afraid to scold me. Gods, I use to get him into so many messes. I was so use to eventually a holder using their power on me to control me, but to him, I was a way to freedom and happiness and he’d delt with worse so I can’t be that bad. Then I really saw how he lived. Having to beg to be around people while also being surrounded by them, but not because they were his friends, but because they loved the surface level of him. And he was so much more. Music lover, a romantic, a person’s biggest supporter and he had a heart of gold. It didn’t matter how bad his life was, he always had some positive thought or smile that he’d give me and it just made me want to wrap him up all close.” He let out a sigh, “I didn’t get to tell him goodbye.”

“What was his name?”

“I can’t tell you a holders’ name, remember?”

“Ok, what was his hero name?”

“Chat Noir. It was simple but while he could make jokes and puns,” Plagg started.

“A guy after my own heart.”

If only he knew. “he fought hard to protect people. He made sure they were ok. The kids loved him, thought he was the coolest. He wasn’t a cat of bad luck, just a misunderstood kitty to those who didn’t know him well.”

“I was going to go for that name when I finally have to fight. Guess I’ll have to choose a different one.”

“Maybe stick away from Italian. Don’t want Alya narrowing down the search.”

That and he just realised that Lila would have to notice the same name and go after Adrien. He refused to be controlled by the girl again.

“Hmm. Yami, Fuku, Luna, Regulus, misfortune. I really hope an Akuma doesn’t pop up, both for my date and not being ready. But Plagg? Thanks for telling me about him, Chat Noir. I’m sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“It’s alright. With 2 awesome holders already, I think he’d approve.”

Just then the doorbell ran and Adrien rushed to the door. “He’s here! Plagg, come on!” on the elevator ride down, he saw Adrien still thinking when he looked over his shoulder to where he was hiding on top of his bag. “What about Plague? That’s what your name is based off of right?”

“More like it’s based off of me. Besides, aren’t hero names supposed to inspire?”

“And Black Cat does? and cats eye is technically a green crystal so.”

He shook his head. “Don’t focus on the name. right now, focus on how Loverboy’s jaw will drop when he sees you.”

“You think?”

“Trust me kitten.” He deserved it. This life, all the happiness it came with, he deserved all of it as a healing balm for everything he went through before. even if he had no memory of it.

“You look amazing. What you did with your hair is really cool.”

“Thanks. You look amazing too. Anyone ever tell you that wearing a leather jacket should be illegal?”

“Well, I’ve noticed how you keep staring at my snake bites so, I guess that’s illegal too?”

Plagg couldn’t help but snicker as Adrien sputtered, no doubt red.

He had made his peace with not having Adrien. But now that he did, his healing would be helping him defeat Hawkmoth, even if it was he former father. Allowing Adrien to keep this life was his way of healing. And the fact that he got to be apart of it and watch his kitten smile every day, that was just the icing on the cake. Or the best wheel of camembert, your choice.

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what makes you think the writers want deancas? not trying to be an asshole, i'm just genuinely curious as to why you think that. i know berens' episodes are pretty heavy with subtext so i can see why you'd say that he wants it, but i'm not so sure about the rest of the writers/dabb. it seems like meghan isn't a huge fan either, given her "they twisted it so fast" tweet :/ of course she's a very new writer (think she's only writing one ep this season?) but still

OKAY this is a great question, welcome to my dissertation.

I’m going to address the end of your question first. Meghan is actually DeanCas positive, she has been for quite a long time. She actually, a few years back, posted a picture of her reading a literal book about Destiel and captioned it “writing reading” or something like that.

This whole thing just comes out of a boiling over of tensions because of how nasty fandom twitter can be. Like I said here, I think this has just gotten blown out of proportion, they shouldn’t have posted all this randomly disparaging stuff, but also like...can you blame them? The fandom is a lot, we always have been, and they’re probably also under a gag order not to talk about the finale, and are annoyed that people keep asking.

So nah, Meg is not anti Destiel.

To the first part!! So let’s take a look at the show runners since Cas has been around.

Seasons 4 and 5: Kripke

Seasons 6 and 7: Gamble

Seasons 8-11ish: Carver

Seasons 11ish-15: Dabb

So starting with Kripke. Okay, yes, I will be the first to admit that we have some pretty incredible Destiel moments in these seasons, but it’s less directly written into the plot and much more from Misha and Jensen’s uhhhh ~chemistry~. The only times it was directly written into the script was when the episode was handled by someone like Edlund (“On The Head Of A Pin,” “The End,” “My Bloody Valentine”). And you have to remember, if in season 5, there are moments here and there where you’re like huh that’s suspiciously romantic dialogue, remember that Cas took Anna’s place. Anna was supposed to be endgame for Dean, but due to a myriad of issues and Misha’s general greatness, Anna was replaced with Cas.

Onto 6 and 7. Hmmm. Gamble. 6 and 7 are my two least favorite seasons and that’s no secret, and that’s not only due to the plain old weird shit in the overall storyline, but also that homegirl killed off Cas in s7 and then Bobby like four episodes later. (Also it ALWAYS rubbed me the wrong way they couldn’t have Baby in that season lol). We still had some great DeanCas moments, but again, it wasn’t really written into the overall arc (until they had to change the end of season 7 because of tanking ratings and bring Misha back lol, anyone remember the fact that Dean kept Cas’ jacket and would randomly dream of him? Yeah.). But we still had those moments, those distinctly romantic moments, probably the best example in these two seasons is from Edlund again, specifically “The Man Who Would be King,” I wrote a little about that here.

We move onto Carver, who gave us, at this point, the most overt DeanCas season with season 8 (season gr8 is a better name imo), and this is the first time Dean and Cas’ relationship is directly written as an arc of the season.  I mean, you have everything in Purgatory, Dean “seeing” Cas everywhere, the fact that he felt so guilty that Cas stayed in Purgatory that he manipulated his own memories to think that he was the one that failed Cas, because he couldn’t comprehend that Cas would want to leave him, and let’s not forget Dean snapping Cas out of Naomi’s hold on him in “Goodbye Stranger.”  It was a very obvious shift, not enough to alert the general audience, but more than enough for most of us in fandom.

It’s also important to note that this is when Andrew stopped co writing with Loflin and started writing his own episodes (”Hunter Heroici” anyone?)  I like Loflin fine, but Dabb was able to stretch his legs a little bit more once he stopped co-writing, and we also began to see some DeanCas themes in his solo episodes.

In any case, them and their issues being a big part of the seasons continued with Carver, and Berens entered the scene, his first episode (”Heaven Can’t Wait”) is one of my favorites, with human Cas and the fanfiction gap and Dean and Cas just generally being awkward and funny and sweet.  This is Bobo’s FIRST episode, remember that.  He comes right out of the gate with it.

Also in Season 9, this is when Dean takes the Mark of Cain, and the Cas/Colette mirror is born, so obviously, Dean and Cas are the fabric of the season once again.  This is also the season where Metatron says Cas is “in love with humanity,” and then immediately refers to Dean as Humanity so uhhhh yeah.

Onto season 10, Dabb and Berens continue with their greatness (I could write pages on the DeanCas date in “The Things We Left Behind” alone).  And then we have one of the best scenes in the entire show in “The Prisoner” where the Cas/Colette mirror continues and Dean, driven by grief and pain and rage and the Mark, still doesn’t kill Cas.  He still can’t kill Cas.

Season 11 is important because it takes choice away from both Cas and Dean, and shows us, as the audience, how much losing each other takes out of them. We saw in season 10 how much losing Dean takes from Cas, but what about Cas losing Dean?  Dean loses his choice with his connection to Amara this season, and loses even more when Lucifer reveals he’s been possessing Cas, and plays on Dean’s connection to Cas like a mockery.  It’s also worth noting that, similarly to season 8, Dean breaks out of the connection with Amara when he’s worried about Cas, and that’s something that even SHE is surprised by.

But then season 12, the beginning to the Renaissance.  This is when we get the writer’s that become important for what Dean and Cas are today, and, truly, why I believe they want canon Destiel as much as we do.

This is the first season with Dabb’s writers: Davy Perez, Meredith Glynn, Steve Yockey, and of course Bobo all come in with their incredible talents and gave us episode after episode of good content.  “Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets” is probably my favorite, probably the best example of what I’m saying.  An episode where Dean is called out by an enemy directly, told to “roll the dice” on Cas’ life.  And Dean won’t, it’s not even really a hesitation.  And this comes from a character that has known Dean for ten seconds.  I also wrote more in depth about this episode here.  There are also some.....distinctly domestic details we get this season, specifically in “The Future” (written by Berens and Glynn) with the mixtape.  The most tropey of tropes mixtape.  Yeah, I’ll just leave that one here.

And then season 12 ends with Cas’ death, but also with the parallel between Sam and Dean with Jess and Cas.  Sam literally has to drag Dean away from Cas, just like Dean had to drag Sam out of his burning apartment in the pilot.  The episode drives it home in every way that it can: Dean is the one left kneeling by Cas’ body, while Sam goes to find out what is upstairs.  Dean is the one who stares at the sky, finally broken.  This isn’t a random thing, this is Dean’s whole arc, it’s the entirety of the beginning of 13.  Dean’s pain, his anguish, his anger.

Season 13 starts with them burning Cas, with Dean, who has begged God to bring him back, who has split his knuckles punching a door, standing, staring at Cas’ pyre with brokenness on his face.

I mean.....

Anyway, season 13 is where it gets interesting (well, I think all of this is interesting but I’m a writer nerd so).  So Cas comes back from the Empty in “Advanced Thanatology” written by Steve Yockey, and then a wombo combo of “Tombstone” by Davy Perez next (”Brokebacknatural” as the PR said at the time).  Listen.  This is the part that SPN crossed a line that they couldn’t come back from.  With Cas being Dean’s “big win,” the fact that Dean and Cas watch movies together, “I told you, he’s an angry sleeper.  Like a bear.” Talked about it here.

This is where, in my opinion, the network stepped in, but the damage was already done.  They had already established that Cas was Dean’s big win, that Dean’s poor coping was not due to Mary’s disappearance, but solely due to Cas, and that Dean and Cas have more married energy than anyone else.  The network had nixed blatant canon at this point, and they writing room had been pushing the boundaries of what the network would allow. 

After these episodes, we see a marked drop off of DeanCas heavy scenes.  They’re still there, still a part of the fabric of the season, but not as...obvious as it had been in early season 13.

And this continued through season 14, we’re back to scraps of Destiel scenes here and there, but to me it always felt like there was something bubbling under the surface, something distinctly unsaid in the themes of the season, even after the walk back of obvious “Dean and Cas are in love” scenes.

And then we get to season 15, which, y’all know I talk about all the time.  What’s important here is that Bobo and Glynn are both executive producers, calling more of the shots than ever before.  Additionally, it’s important to note that, though they only co write occasionally, Glynn and Berens refer to each other as “work husband” and “work wife.”  Each episode has just turned up the volume, and, not for the first time, but certainly the most obvious, Dean and Cas ARE the season.  Sure, they’re trying to beat God, they’re trying to finally find peace, defeat the final big bad, but really?  This season has been about Dean, and Dean’s relationship to Cas.

And not only do we have obvious and clear Destiel in nearly every episode, but we have episodes like “Last Call” which canonize bi!Dean (wrote about that here).

And, maybe most importantly so far, we have “The Rupture,” the breakup, and “The Trap,” Dean’s confession (both written by Berens).  And here’s the thing.  These episodes feel connected, but also feel like they’re missing something.  Beren’s last episode is 15x18, “The Truth.”  We’ve all spec’ed about what could happen in this episode, and I think *I* know what it’s leading to.  But for it to be leading to that, it means that the network has to have approved what we’ve all been waiting for years for.

Who got this change to happen?  Who got the network to change their minds?  It wasn’t us.  It was them.  I am fully convinced that Dabb and Berens quite literally put their careers on the line for Dean and Cas.  They believe in them, they’ve shown that from the beginning, but the only thing standing in the way was the network, never allowing them to take the final step. 

So, to answer your question: I think the writers want canon DeanCas because they’ve already shown us that they do.  Take a look at their episodes, at Dabb’s, at Beren’s, at Glynn’s, at Perez’s, at Yockey’s.  They’ve been telling us what’s going on with Dean and Cas for years.

Sure, I’m not in their heads, I guess I don’t know for *sure* that this has been their thought process, but if we put it all together, from the marked shift when Dabb fully took over in s12, to the change right after “Tombstone,” to the new shift, the blatantly romantic shift in season 15, what else is there?

I’ve said for a long time that we, the SPN fandom, are beyond lucky to have the writer’s that we do.  They’re all going to go on to have prolific careers and we were lucky to get them at the end of our little show.  I give them a lot of credit for what we have in the show today.

Just remember, they’ve been telling us in all of s15 who Chuck is.  He says he’s the writer, right?  But a writer who doesn’t have control of his characters?  A writer who wants to do the same ending over and over because it “works”?  That doesn’t sound like a writer, it sounds like a network exec.

They’ve been showing us what they want for years, and the way s15 is going?  I think they may have convinced the network to let us have it.